08-08-2025, 11:52 PM
"Always Sir." Midshipman Johnson said with an air of confidence.
Ameen nodded at him and watched from his command chair as Midshipman Johnson reported to Lieutenant Gath. He saw the Senior Chief Petty Officer, Samantha Reagan, was also there to greet the new arrival and Lieutenant Jukish Keti was now manning the science station. It was a small piece of normal ship business in the middle of a very not-normal mission.
Good. Gath has his team in order. The Midshipman seems to be handling his first day well enough...
He gave a slight nod to Commander Keir, who had handled the initial welcome perfectly.
S/he's settling into the First Officer role well. Very well...
With the immediate personnel matter handled, he found his gaze drifting towards the turbolift doors, almost unconsciously. He wondered how Amila was doing with the dinner prep. She took charge of it so enthusiastically. A small smile touched his lips before he caught himself and focused back on the console.
Right. Focus, Morad. Plenty of time for... other thoughts... later...
He pulled up the duty roster Keir had prepared earlier, reviewing the upcoming shift changes. The day-to-day business of running the ship had to continue, no matter what diplomatic (or personal) chaos was brewing in the background.
Ameen nodded at him and watched from his command chair as Midshipman Johnson reported to Lieutenant Gath. He saw the Senior Chief Petty Officer, Samantha Reagan, was also there to greet the new arrival and Lieutenant Jukish Keti was now manning the science station. It was a small piece of normal ship business in the middle of a very not-normal mission.
Good. Gath has his team in order. The Midshipman seems to be handling his first day well enough...
He gave a slight nod to Commander Keir, who had handled the initial welcome perfectly.
S/he's settling into the First Officer role well. Very well...
With the immediate personnel matter handled, he found his gaze drifting towards the turbolift doors, almost unconsciously. He wondered how Amila was doing with the dinner prep. She took charge of it so enthusiastically. A small smile touched his lips before he caught himself and focused back on the console.
Right. Focus, Morad. Plenty of time for... other thoughts... later...
He pulled up the duty roster Keir had prepared earlier, reviewing the upcoming shift changes. The day-to-day business of running the ship had to continue, no matter what diplomatic (or personal) chaos was brewing in the background.