02-11-2026, 05:41 AM
== Bridge ==
Ameen watched the main viewscreen as the gray shape of the alien vessel dissolved into a glittering cloud of debris. For a heartbeat, his chest tightened.
Did we get them?...
He snapped his gaze to the tactical readout. The twelve alien signatures—plus the distinct bio-signs of his away team—were blinking steadily in the sickbay buffer zone. They were safe.
Ameen let out a breath he didn't realize he'd been holding. He placed a hand on the tactical rail, nodding to the Vulcan officer.
"Excellent work, Lieutenant Powl. That was threading a needle in a hurricane."
He tapped his comm badge.
"Bridge to Sickbay. Medical teams, stand by. You have guests. Get those pods hooked up to the main grid immediately."
He turned back to the tactical station. With the First Officer still in the transport cycle, the bridge was theirs.
"Lieutenant Powl, you have the conn. Maintain position and scan that debris field for any other anomalies. Signal Midshipman Brennan to return to the nest once he clears the debris."
Ameen headed for the turbolift. He needed to see the condition of the survivors himself, and more importantly, he needed to make sure Gath had secured that black box. Without it, they had just rescued twelve people they couldn't talk to.
And I need to make sure the Midshipman is alright, he thought, recalling the panic in Cortez's voice. Brave kid. Needs to learn to breathe... oh and also: Must. Not. Hug. Amila... very important.
Ameen watched the main viewscreen as the gray shape of the alien vessel dissolved into a glittering cloud of debris. For a heartbeat, his chest tightened.
Did we get them?...
He snapped his gaze to the tactical readout. The twelve alien signatures—plus the distinct bio-signs of his away team—were blinking steadily in the sickbay buffer zone. They were safe.
Ameen let out a breath he didn't realize he'd been holding. He placed a hand on the tactical rail, nodding to the Vulcan officer.
"Excellent work, Lieutenant Powl. That was threading a needle in a hurricane."
He tapped his comm badge.
"Bridge to Sickbay. Medical teams, stand by. You have guests. Get those pods hooked up to the main grid immediately."
He turned back to the tactical station. With the First Officer still in the transport cycle, the bridge was theirs.
"Lieutenant Powl, you have the conn. Maintain position and scan that debris field for any other anomalies. Signal Midshipman Brennan to return to the nest once he clears the debris."
Ameen headed for the turbolift. He needed to see the condition of the survivors himself, and more importantly, he needed to make sure Gath had secured that black box. Without it, they had just rescued twelve people they couldn't talk to.
And I need to make sure the Midshipman is alright, he thought, recalling the panic in Cortez's voice. Brave kid. Needs to learn to breathe... oh and also: Must. Not. Hug. Amila... very important.