04-24-2026, 05:21 AM
Ameen was about to turn back to his terminal when the voice of his Security Chief filled the room, freezing the departing officers in their tracks.
He listened to Gath's stark warning and quickly skimmed the tactical report that populated on his desk monitor. Reinforced, conductive bones. Redundant organs. Built for aggressive assault. Gath's assessment painted the picture of an apex predator engineered for war.
Simultaneously, a secondary alert blinked on his screen—a direct message from Midshipman Cortez detailing the Borg database results. A navigational language built entirely out of math. Ameen leaned back, processing the influx of data. He looked up at Amila and Evie, both still hovering near the door.
"I read you loud and clear, Lieutenant Gath," Ameen replied to the open comm channel, his tone grave but resolute. "Your assessment is grim, but it changes the how, not the what. We still need to know who our guests are."
He shifted his attention to Dr. O'Fee, catching the subtle, strategic undertone of her request. She was building a bureaucratic wall, and Ameen entirely approved.
"Doctor, your recommendation for a full medical quarantine is approved and authorized," Ameen said, holding her gaze with a knowing look. "In fact, I insist you take every necessary precaution to 'climatize' our guest. If Command's intercept ships arrive before you are medically satisfied, I will personally direct their flag officer to argue with my Chief Medical Officer. Take the time you need."
He tapped his console, bridging the communication channel between Sickbay, the Holodeck, and his own office.
"Lieutenant Gath, coordinate directly with Doctor O'Fee. We are not waking this subject in Sickbay. I am authorizing the transport of one pod to your prepared Holodeck simulation. I want maximum containment fields, weapons restricted to heavy stun, and full quarantine protocols active before the Doctor administers the revival stimulant."
Finally, Ameen turned to Amila, offering her a brief, confident nod.
"Lieutenant Ra'an, Midshipman Cortez just forwarded his linguistic analysis. It confirms your team's theories—they communicate in pure, constant mathematics. Lock down that Faraday cage, and maybe bring a calculator."
He gave them all a final, decisive look.
"The Holodeck is our First Contact point. Make it safe. Ameen out."
== Next post: The holodeck. ==
He listened to Gath's stark warning and quickly skimmed the tactical report that populated on his desk monitor. Reinforced, conductive bones. Redundant organs. Built for aggressive assault. Gath's assessment painted the picture of an apex predator engineered for war.
Simultaneously, a secondary alert blinked on his screen—a direct message from Midshipman Cortez detailing the Borg database results. A navigational language built entirely out of math. Ameen leaned back, processing the influx of data. He looked up at Amila and Evie, both still hovering near the door.
"I read you loud and clear, Lieutenant Gath," Ameen replied to the open comm channel, his tone grave but resolute. "Your assessment is grim, but it changes the how, not the what. We still need to know who our guests are."
He shifted his attention to Dr. O'Fee, catching the subtle, strategic undertone of her request. She was building a bureaucratic wall, and Ameen entirely approved.
"Doctor, your recommendation for a full medical quarantine is approved and authorized," Ameen said, holding her gaze with a knowing look. "In fact, I insist you take every necessary precaution to 'climatize' our guest. If Command's intercept ships arrive before you are medically satisfied, I will personally direct their flag officer to argue with my Chief Medical Officer. Take the time you need."
He tapped his console, bridging the communication channel between Sickbay, the Holodeck, and his own office.
"Lieutenant Gath, coordinate directly with Doctor O'Fee. We are not waking this subject in Sickbay. I am authorizing the transport of one pod to your prepared Holodeck simulation. I want maximum containment fields, weapons restricted to heavy stun, and full quarantine protocols active before the Doctor administers the revival stimulant."
Finally, Ameen turned to Amila, offering her a brief, confident nod.
"Lieutenant Ra'an, Midshipman Cortez just forwarded his linguistic analysis. It confirms your team's theories—they communicate in pure, constant mathematics. Lock down that Faraday cage, and maybe bring a calculator."
He gave them all a final, decisive look.
"The Holodeck is our First Contact point. Make it safe. Ameen out."
== Next post: The holodeck. ==