06-05-2025, 12:14 AM
(This post was last modified: 06-05-2025, 12:42 AM by Amila Ra'an.)
"Ops," Ameen said, addressing Petty Officer Molina. "Hail Trill Control, Ambassador Junde. Standard priority. Request a clarification on this delay and an estimated time for when we can expect to receive Mediator Kestir."
Isabel nodded to herself as Commander Ameen gave the orders. "Aye, Captain. Hailing Trill Control, now," she stated as she typed in the commands.
Behind her the first officer addressed Ameen about the dossier while they waited for an answer.
Amila turned in her seat again when she heard Keir asking the computer about Piano players on board. Amila crossed her arms over her chest as she listened to the computer's reply.
[Starfleet personnel records show two crew members are noted as proficient in piano; seven crewmembers report piano playing as a hobby, skill level unknown; nineteen crewmembers list a keyboard (piano) in their inventory of personal effects.]
The names, ranks, and departments of the crewmembers populated on Keir 77's PADD. If s/he were to go through the names, s/he would see the chief science officer's name listed among the list of crew members in possession of keyboard, though her name was not included in the list of crew who had reported piano as a hobby, nor was she one of the two noted to be proficient.
Amila opened her mouth to say something, but she saw that the operations officer about to speak, so she stopped to let Molina respond first.
"No response from Trill Control, Sir. Orbital control is indicating for us to maintain orbit. I'm sorry, Captain." Isabel shook her head in mild frustration, but remained focused on her controls.
"Cap- Commander Ameen, Commander Keir, if I may, since it seems we have some time," Amila spoke measuredly, carefully, as she uncrossed her arms and stood up from her station so she could step down from her position toward the back of the Bridge and face the two commanding officers.
She was nervous as she faced them. It was a different Bridge, and it wasn't Captain Fields and Commander Ameen anymore. And she was about to offer her opinion on something that wasn't a spatial anomaly or temporal mechanics. She glanced at Keir. She didn't really know hir well at all. S/he had been fairly new to the Titania before this transfer, and had made efforts to be friendly, but that was also before this promotion, and Amila had no idea how s/he would think of hirself as a boss, especially given the disclosure made to hir by Ameen. And, Ameen. Well, they were both acting off. She couldn't remember a time where either of them had been this formal on the Bridge, much less with one another.
Nonetheless, the stakes were high. She'd been hoping someone else would say what she'd been thinking, but since no one had, she'd have to find a way.
"Maybe we shouldn't seem like we're trying to coddle Mediator Kestir, too much. We may have all had a knee jerk reaction at the host's age, but I've never known anyone who still considered themselves young enough to be working who wanted their age treated like some kind of handicap. I'm seeing from the dossier that she likes to immerse herself in the culture of her work projects. I'd like to work with our anthropologist and get started on some holodeck problems that would let her do that - work, prepare. Get some cultural immersion programs together for both Veld and Taveres. I'm sure Lieutenant Keti would like to be involved as well. I noted a Bajoran population on both worlds, he may have some insight," she suggested.
"Also, with travel," Amila gestured to Powl's station. "It seems like science and tactical aren't showing any risks. We will keep vigilant and avoid them at all costs. But since we have time, and are apparently required to take a detour so we don't arrive too early, perhaps we give our guest - assuming she arrives at some point - an option of what she might like to see on the way." Amila held her hands out for emphasis as she asked them to consider the idea. "The worst that can happen is she says she doesn't care what we do, but we've given her some control over the trip. If she's a... " Amila paused a she considered what to say, then changed directions. "We're being asked to accommodate her wishes. I can think of no better way than to let her make her own choices when it's an option."
"But another thing..." the science officer took a deep breath as she considered how to word what to say next. "I understand why Dr. O'Fee is making certain preparations, but we need to remember that we might not even know the Trill were a joined species right now had it not been for an emergency forty or so years ago. They are a very private people about the joining process, and if they knew we were making these kinds of preparations without the Symbiote Commission's guidance...." Amila looked at Ameen seriously, not wanting to say more, but asked him to trust her.
"It's just something that will always be a science officer's frustration -the unanswered questions." Amila tried to mitigate any potential oversight from other officers by explaining her special interests.
"And there are a lot of questions still unanswered on Trill, Sir, so they stand out in that regard. I have a friend on board, from Trill." Amila turned to look at Keir. "I don't know if you were planning a concert or something, but he's a fantastic musician. Anyway, you can trust him to be discreet and loyal to Starfleet if you had questions." Amila turned back to Ameen, her eyes meeting his again, her expression serious. "But, I think we'd be wise to go out of our way to show the Commission deference, to show the Commission we're showing deference to them in regards to the care of Kestir, if we're that worried about it."
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Isabel nodded to herself as Commander Ameen gave the orders. "Aye, Captain. Hailing Trill Control, now," she stated as she typed in the commands.
Behind her the first officer addressed Ameen about the dossier while they waited for an answer.
Amila turned in her seat again when she heard Keir asking the computer about Piano players on board. Amila crossed her arms over her chest as she listened to the computer's reply.
[Starfleet personnel records show two crew members are noted as proficient in piano; seven crewmembers report piano playing as a hobby, skill level unknown; nineteen crewmembers list a keyboard (piano) in their inventory of personal effects.]
The names, ranks, and departments of the crewmembers populated on Keir 77's PADD. If s/he were to go through the names, s/he would see the chief science officer's name listed among the list of crew members in possession of keyboard, though her name was not included in the list of crew who had reported piano as a hobby, nor was she one of the two noted to be proficient.
Amila opened her mouth to say something, but she saw that the operations officer about to speak, so she stopped to let Molina respond first.
"No response from Trill Control, Sir. Orbital control is indicating for us to maintain orbit. I'm sorry, Captain." Isabel shook her head in mild frustration, but remained focused on her controls.
"Cap- Commander Ameen, Commander Keir, if I may, since it seems we have some time," Amila spoke measuredly, carefully, as she uncrossed her arms and stood up from her station so she could step down from her position toward the back of the Bridge and face the two commanding officers.
She was nervous as she faced them. It was a different Bridge, and it wasn't Captain Fields and Commander Ameen anymore. And she was about to offer her opinion on something that wasn't a spatial anomaly or temporal mechanics. She glanced at Keir. She didn't really know hir well at all. S/he had been fairly new to the Titania before this transfer, and had made efforts to be friendly, but that was also before this promotion, and Amila had no idea how s/he would think of hirself as a boss, especially given the disclosure made to hir by Ameen. And, Ameen. Well, they were both acting off. She couldn't remember a time where either of them had been this formal on the Bridge, much less with one another.
Nonetheless, the stakes were high. She'd been hoping someone else would say what she'd been thinking, but since no one had, she'd have to find a way.
"Maybe we shouldn't seem like we're trying to coddle Mediator Kestir, too much. We may have all had a knee jerk reaction at the host's age, but I've never known anyone who still considered themselves young enough to be working who wanted their age treated like some kind of handicap. I'm seeing from the dossier that she likes to immerse herself in the culture of her work projects. I'd like to work with our anthropologist and get started on some holodeck problems that would let her do that - work, prepare. Get some cultural immersion programs together for both Veld and Taveres. I'm sure Lieutenant Keti would like to be involved as well. I noted a Bajoran population on both worlds, he may have some insight," she suggested.
"Also, with travel," Amila gestured to Powl's station. "It seems like science and tactical aren't showing any risks. We will keep vigilant and avoid them at all costs. But since we have time, and are apparently required to take a detour so we don't arrive too early, perhaps we give our guest - assuming she arrives at some point - an option of what she might like to see on the way." Amila held her hands out for emphasis as she asked them to consider the idea. "The worst that can happen is she says she doesn't care what we do, but we've given her some control over the trip. If she's a... " Amila paused a she considered what to say, then changed directions. "We're being asked to accommodate her wishes. I can think of no better way than to let her make her own choices when it's an option."
"But another thing..." the science officer took a deep breath as she considered how to word what to say next. "I understand why Dr. O'Fee is making certain preparations, but we need to remember that we might not even know the Trill were a joined species right now had it not been for an emergency forty or so years ago. They are a very private people about the joining process, and if they knew we were making these kinds of preparations without the Symbiote Commission's guidance...." Amila looked at Ameen seriously, not wanting to say more, but asked him to trust her.
"It's just something that will always be a science officer's frustration -the unanswered questions." Amila tried to mitigate any potential oversight from other officers by explaining her special interests.
"And there are a lot of questions still unanswered on Trill, Sir, so they stand out in that regard. I have a friend on board, from Trill." Amila turned to look at Keir. "I don't know if you were planning a concert or something, but he's a fantastic musician. Anyway, you can trust him to be discreet and loyal to Starfleet if you had questions." Amila turned back to Ameen, her eyes meeting his again, her expression serious. "But, I think we'd be wise to go out of our way to show the Commission deference, to show the Commission we're showing deference to them in regards to the care of Kestir, if we're that worried about it."
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