05-21-2025, 03:50 AM
(This post was last modified: 05-22-2025, 04:15 AM by Morad Ameen.)
The door slid shut, and Lieutenant Commander Keir was gone. Ameen let out a breath he didn't realize he'd been holding.
That conversation... it had been necessary, but not easy. Keir's smart, and hir points about how things might look with Amila weren't wrong. But putting her under Keir's direct command? No, that felt like it would just make things more complicated, shine a spotlight right where we don't want one to shine. And my hope to maybe see where things could go with Amila... that's for off-duty, if the chance ever comes. Keir knows now, that's what matters for Starfleet regs...
He walked over to the viewport, looking at the warp streaks. This veteran ship, the Zephyr, tried and true, was pushing hard for Trill. Forty hours. A lot can happen in forty hours. He needed to get his head straight, focus on the mission. The crew seemed to be stepping up, but they were still a new team on an unfamiliar ship. Just as he was thinking he really needed that second cup of coffee, the door chime sounded.
Who could that be now? He wondered, a little surprised. He thought he'd have a few more minutes for himself.
"Come in," he called out, turning from the viewport.
The door opened and a young woman in a Command maroon uniform, her rank insignia indicating Petty Officer Third Class. stepped in. She was a blonde with blue eyes, hair tied up in a neat high pony tail and she was holding a small stack of PADDs.
Well, hello. She's... very pretty, Ameen thought, just for a second. Classic beauty, almost. Like something out of an old Earth movie... Then Amila's face, her green skin and bright violet eyes, flashed in his mind.
Right... ahem... Focus, Morad. Keep it professional now...
"Commander Ameen, Sir?" the Lieutenant said. Her voice was pleasant, with a friendly kind of accent, maybe from the American Midwest on Earth. "I'm Petty Officer Hannah Jensen, your assigned Yeoman. Sorry to disturb you right away, Sir. I was just making sure your office was set up correctly and finishing up with the last of the crew transfer logs."
As she talked, she moved over to the replicator like she knew exactly where everything was.
"I checked your officer profile from the Titania for your usual coffee, Sir," she said, tapping at the controls. "And I also had a quick word with Captain Fields' Yeoman before we left DS9, just to make sure I had the latest. Colombian arabica, medium roast, splash of cream, no sugar. Is that still your preference?" She glanced at him, but it felt more like she was just confirming what she already knew. The replicator made a soft whir. Ameen grinned, amused.
Okay, so not only looks, but also brains. This one's on the ball, I'm impressed. She checked the official files, then double-checked with a person that knows me well. Good initiative. Very good...
Jensen got the steaming hot mug, put it on a coaster on his desk, and then offered him the PADDs.
"These are the first departmental readiness reports that have come in since we left, Commander," she explained. "And there's some standard transfer paperwork that needs your signature. I've marked the urgent ones on top."
She paused, and her professional manner softened just a bit.
"Sir, we have a forty-hour trip to Trill. With all due respect, Commander, you'll need to get some rest if you're going to be at your best when we arrive. That's part of my job too, to help manage your schedule and make sure you're healthy and not overwhelmed. I can filter non-essential comms, if you'd like."
Morad was going to protest, but thought better of it. This was not a battle he was going to win...
She definitely knows what a yeoman is supposed to do, Ameen thought, taking the PADDs and then the coffee. The smell was perfect. Proactive. Already thinking ahead. Maybe this part of having a new command won't be so difficult after all... heck it may even be pleasant...
"Thank you, Yeoman Jensen," Ameen said, the warmth of the mug welcome in his hands. "Your thoroughness and care are appreciated. Welcome aboard the Zephyr."
"Thanks! " Hannah replied with a satisfied, cheerful smile. "I still have a few things to sort out with the support staff, but please don't hesitate to holler if you need anything."
With a nod, she turned and exited the ready room, leaving Ameen, once again, alone with his thoughts.
Well, that was a pleasant surprise, Ameen mused as Jensen departed. A proactive, efficient yeoman that is also friendly and easy on the eyes... Might make a point to chat with her and get to know her properly later as we will be working closely together...
His eyes fell on the PADDs. But first, this mountain. He sighed. The less glamorous side of command... ugh...
Some time later, the PADDs finally dealt with, Ameen leaned back and stretched, wincing slightly. He checked his chronometer.
The shift is almost over. I guess it's time to get some rest like Hannah said...
With a sigh that was part fatigue, part resolve, he got up and made his way out of the ready room.
== Next Post: Bridge ==
That conversation... it had been necessary, but not easy. Keir's smart, and hir points about how things might look with Amila weren't wrong. But putting her under Keir's direct command? No, that felt like it would just make things more complicated, shine a spotlight right where we don't want one to shine. And my hope to maybe see where things could go with Amila... that's for off-duty, if the chance ever comes. Keir knows now, that's what matters for Starfleet regs...
He walked over to the viewport, looking at the warp streaks. This veteran ship, the Zephyr, tried and true, was pushing hard for Trill. Forty hours. A lot can happen in forty hours. He needed to get his head straight, focus on the mission. The crew seemed to be stepping up, but they were still a new team on an unfamiliar ship. Just as he was thinking he really needed that second cup of coffee, the door chime sounded.
Who could that be now? He wondered, a little surprised. He thought he'd have a few more minutes for himself.
"Come in," he called out, turning from the viewport.
The door opened and a young woman in a Command maroon uniform, her rank insignia indicating Petty Officer Third Class. stepped in. She was a blonde with blue eyes, hair tied up in a neat high pony tail and she was holding a small stack of PADDs.
Well, hello. She's... very pretty, Ameen thought, just for a second. Classic beauty, almost. Like something out of an old Earth movie... Then Amila's face, her green skin and bright violet eyes, flashed in his mind.
Right... ahem... Focus, Morad. Keep it professional now...
"Commander Ameen, Sir?" the Lieutenant said. Her voice was pleasant, with a friendly kind of accent, maybe from the American Midwest on Earth. "I'm Petty Officer Hannah Jensen, your assigned Yeoman. Sorry to disturb you right away, Sir. I was just making sure your office was set up correctly and finishing up with the last of the crew transfer logs."
As she talked, she moved over to the replicator like she knew exactly where everything was.
"I checked your officer profile from the Titania for your usual coffee, Sir," she said, tapping at the controls. "And I also had a quick word with Captain Fields' Yeoman before we left DS9, just to make sure I had the latest. Colombian arabica, medium roast, splash of cream, no sugar. Is that still your preference?" She glanced at him, but it felt more like she was just confirming what she already knew. The replicator made a soft whir. Ameen grinned, amused.
Okay, so not only looks, but also brains. This one's on the ball, I'm impressed. She checked the official files, then double-checked with a person that knows me well. Good initiative. Very good...
Jensen got the steaming hot mug, put it on a coaster on his desk, and then offered him the PADDs.
"These are the first departmental readiness reports that have come in since we left, Commander," she explained. "And there's some standard transfer paperwork that needs your signature. I've marked the urgent ones on top."
She paused, and her professional manner softened just a bit.
"Sir, we have a forty-hour trip to Trill. With all due respect, Commander, you'll need to get some rest if you're going to be at your best when we arrive. That's part of my job too, to help manage your schedule and make sure you're healthy and not overwhelmed. I can filter non-essential comms, if you'd like."
Morad was going to protest, but thought better of it. This was not a battle he was going to win...
She definitely knows what a yeoman is supposed to do, Ameen thought, taking the PADDs and then the coffee. The smell was perfect. Proactive. Already thinking ahead. Maybe this part of having a new command won't be so difficult after all... heck it may even be pleasant...
"Thank you, Yeoman Jensen," Ameen said, the warmth of the mug welcome in his hands. "Your thoroughness and care are appreciated. Welcome aboard the Zephyr."
"Thanks! " Hannah replied with a satisfied, cheerful smile. "I still have a few things to sort out with the support staff, but please don't hesitate to holler if you need anything."
With a nod, she turned and exited the ready room, leaving Ameen, once again, alone with his thoughts.
Well, that was a pleasant surprise, Ameen mused as Jensen departed. A proactive, efficient yeoman that is also friendly and easy on the eyes... Might make a point to chat with her and get to know her properly later as we will be working closely together...
His eyes fell on the PADDs. But first, this mountain. He sighed. The less glamorous side of command... ugh...
Some time later, the PADDs finally dealt with, Ameen leaned back and stretched, wincing slightly. He checked his chronometer.
The shift is almost over. I guess it's time to get some rest like Hannah said...
With a sigh that was part fatigue, part resolve, he got up and made his way out of the ready room.
== Next Post: Bridge ==