11-22-2025, 05:14 AM
Ameen followed her gaze to the exit, watching the door slide shut behind the Mediator and the young Doctor. He let out a breath he felt like he’d been holding since the transporter room.
"Godspeed, Ensign," he murmured, a dry humor in his voice. "I hope for his sake he has as much patience as he does curiosity..."
He turned back to Amila, her teasing words about his rank lingering in the air between them. He looked at her—really looked at her—taking in the warmth in her eyes that was just for him.
"You might be the only person on this ship who can call me 'Captain' and make it sound like an invitation rather than a duty," he said softly, offering a crooked, genuine smile. "And you are absolutely right. The diplomat is occupied. The crew is happy. My watch is effectively ended."
He stepped closer, abandoning the professional distance he had maintained all evening. He offered his arm, not stiffly as a commander, but casually.
"Then let's take the safer distance," he said, answering his own question from earlier. "The stars are much quieter than the dance floor, and I think I've had enough performance for one evening. Morad would much rather just spend time with... Amila."
He gently guided her away from the thumping bass and the flashing lights, moving toward the expansive viewports on the far side of the lounge where the starlight of the passing sector offered a serene, silent backdrop to the chaos behind them.
== Tag Amila ==
"Godspeed, Ensign," he murmured, a dry humor in his voice. "I hope for his sake he has as much patience as he does curiosity..."
He turned back to Amila, her teasing words about his rank lingering in the air between them. He looked at her—really looked at her—taking in the warmth in her eyes that was just for him.
"You might be the only person on this ship who can call me 'Captain' and make it sound like an invitation rather than a duty," he said softly, offering a crooked, genuine smile. "And you are absolutely right. The diplomat is occupied. The crew is happy. My watch is effectively ended."
He stepped closer, abandoning the professional distance he had maintained all evening. He offered his arm, not stiffly as a commander, but casually.
"Then let's take the safer distance," he said, answering his own question from earlier. "The stars are much quieter than the dance floor, and I think I've had enough performance for one evening. Morad would much rather just spend time with... Amila."
He gently guided her away from the thumping bass and the flashing lights, moving toward the expansive viewports on the far side of the lounge where the starlight of the passing sector offered a serene, silent backdrop to the chaos behind them.
== Tag Amila ==