05-09-2025, 12:00 AM
Addison appraised the Commander as he passed her, the human was in his middle age, probably late forties or early fifties, and had a look about him that suggested he had worked hard for a living. Given his background as an engineer, that did not surprise Addison. No, what surprised her was that he had willingly transferred into Command. There had been Engineers-come-Captains in Starfleet history, Liam Shaw being the most recent and arguably most famous, but they were few and far between; most Engineers would rather slit their own throats (or other vital cardiovascular system) before being moved out of the engine room.
Something about the promotion obviously appealed to him.
Slipping behind the desk, Addison lowered herself stiffly into the chair, and folded her gloved hands in front of her. Coolly, she regarded the junior officer, trying to determine for herself whether or not he was fit for what came next. She knew it wasn't up to her, Starfleet had already made the decision to pull the chair out for him, but it was Addison's reports on his conduct and efficiency which would determine whether one Morad Ameen's career maintained its upward trajectory.
"Starfleet Command has granted you an extraordinary opportunity, Commander. You and several of your colleagues are being transferred to the USS Zephyr for temporary assignment. For the duration of the assignment, you will act as the Zephyr's Commanding Officer. The Zephyr was the last of the Steamrunner-class to be constructed before Utopia Planitia was destroyed, and one of the few left in service. That means the technology you will be working with is nearly two decades old."
Addison pushed a PADD across the table towards Ameen, containing his transfer orders and new assignment.
"Your orders are to ready the crew for immediate departure. Further orders will arrive once crew readiness is indicated."
Addison looked up at the older man, lips thin and pursed. The scars over her lips made smiling difficult at the best of times, but this was not yet a smiling occasion.
"Do you have any questions?"
Something about the promotion obviously appealed to him.
Slipping behind the desk, Addison lowered herself stiffly into the chair, and folded her gloved hands in front of her. Coolly, she regarded the junior officer, trying to determine for herself whether or not he was fit for what came next. She knew it wasn't up to her, Starfleet had already made the decision to pull the chair out for him, but it was Addison's reports on his conduct and efficiency which would determine whether one Morad Ameen's career maintained its upward trajectory.
"Starfleet Command has granted you an extraordinary opportunity, Commander. You and several of your colleagues are being transferred to the USS Zephyr for temporary assignment. For the duration of the assignment, you will act as the Zephyr's Commanding Officer. The Zephyr was the last of the Steamrunner-class to be constructed before Utopia Planitia was destroyed, and one of the few left in service. That means the technology you will be working with is nearly two decades old."
Addison pushed a PADD across the table towards Ameen, containing his transfer orders and new assignment.
"Your orders are to ready the crew for immediate departure. Further orders will arrive once crew readiness is indicated."
Addison looked up at the older man, lips thin and pursed. The scars over her lips made smiling difficult at the best of times, but this was not yet a smiling occasion.
"Do you have any questions?"