04-04-2026, 02:33 PM
Ameen sat quietly behind his desk, watching his senior officers assemble. As Amila stepped into the room, he caught that brief, shy smile she directed at him before she quickly focused on Keir. It was a fleeting moment, but it hit him square in the chest.
That smile... it's going to be the absolute death of my professional discipline, he thought, masking his internal reaction by taking a slow, deliberate sip of his coffee. But stars, it is good to see her...
He let Commander Keir guide the beginning of the briefing, nodding in silent agreement as his First Officer prompted the department heads. He listened intently to Evie’s description of the medallion and Amila’s breakdown of the mathematical cipher and the Faraday cage.
When Amila finished, deliberately resting her lips against her hand to avoid his gaze, Ameen set his mug down. The gentle clink drew the room's attention back to the center desk.
"Thank you, Commander Keir," Ameen began, his voice calm and authoritative, fully stepping back into the role of the Captain. He looked toward the CMO. "Doctor O'Fee, good instinct bringing that here. A physical fractal medallion combined with a mathematical subspace cipher... it seems these people built their entire society around complex equations."
"Lieutenant Ra'an," he shifted his gaze to Amila and Jukish. "Your plan is sound, and I agree with Lieutenant Jukish's caution. You have a green light to construct the Faraday cage. Work directly with Commander Keir to ensure the dampening field is absolute. Once the room is secure, you are authorized to synchronize the frequencies and open the data module."
Ameen leaned forward, steepling his fingers—a habit when the pieces of a mission finally started falling into place.
"I have just transmitted my preliminary incident log to Starfleet Command," he continued, looking around the room. "But they are going to want to know exactly who we are transporting before we reach our next destination. Opening that box is only step one. Step two is getting answers."
"Doctor," he turned his focus back to Evie. "Once Lieutenant Ra'an opens that drive, her priority will be to isolate their linguistic database and feed it directly into the ship's Universal Translator. Once that is complete, we will actually be able to speak to them."
Ameen paused, letting the weight of his next order settle in the room.
"I want you to use the medical data you've gathered, and whatever chemical compounds were in that survival drawer, to figure out a safe way to bring one of them out of stasis. Just one. Can your team do that safely?"
He looked between his Chief Medical Officer and his Chief Science Officer, the exhaustion of the day entirely eclipsed by the thrill of what was about to happen.
"Science cracks the safe and gives us the language. Medical wakes up our guest. Let's find out who we rescued."
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That smile... it's going to be the absolute death of my professional discipline, he thought, masking his internal reaction by taking a slow, deliberate sip of his coffee. But stars, it is good to see her...
He let Commander Keir guide the beginning of the briefing, nodding in silent agreement as his First Officer prompted the department heads. He listened intently to Evie’s description of the medallion and Amila’s breakdown of the mathematical cipher and the Faraday cage.
When Amila finished, deliberately resting her lips against her hand to avoid his gaze, Ameen set his mug down. The gentle clink drew the room's attention back to the center desk.
"Thank you, Commander Keir," Ameen began, his voice calm and authoritative, fully stepping back into the role of the Captain. He looked toward the CMO. "Doctor O'Fee, good instinct bringing that here. A physical fractal medallion combined with a mathematical subspace cipher... it seems these people built their entire society around complex equations."
"Lieutenant Ra'an," he shifted his gaze to Amila and Jukish. "Your plan is sound, and I agree with Lieutenant Jukish's caution. You have a green light to construct the Faraday cage. Work directly with Commander Keir to ensure the dampening field is absolute. Once the room is secure, you are authorized to synchronize the frequencies and open the data module."
Ameen leaned forward, steepling his fingers—a habit when the pieces of a mission finally started falling into place.
"I have just transmitted my preliminary incident log to Starfleet Command," he continued, looking around the room. "But they are going to want to know exactly who we are transporting before we reach our next destination. Opening that box is only step one. Step two is getting answers."
"Doctor," he turned his focus back to Evie. "Once Lieutenant Ra'an opens that drive, her priority will be to isolate their linguistic database and feed it directly into the ship's Universal Translator. Once that is complete, we will actually be able to speak to them."
Ameen paused, letting the weight of his next order settle in the room.
"I want you to use the medical data you've gathered, and whatever chemical compounds were in that survival drawer, to figure out a safe way to bring one of them out of stasis. Just one. Can your team do that safely?"
He looked between his Chief Medical Officer and his Chief Science Officer, the exhaustion of the day entirely eclipsed by the thrill of what was about to happen.
"Science cracks the safe and gives us the language. Medical wakes up our guest. Let's find out who we rescued."
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