08-01-2026, 12:45 AM
Ameen listened to the comm system chirp as Doctor O'Fee’s voice filtered through the Bridge. [Standing by for transport, and information is being sent to the Medical staff as requested.]
"Understood, Doctor," Ameen replied over the channel. "Stand by."
He then turned his attention back to the young Engineering officer standing at parade rest in front of him. Ensign Singer was a walking contradiction, but her initiative in this moment was undeniable.
"Excellent forethought, Ensign Singer," Ameen said, offering her a rare, approving nod. "The integrated EMH variant will give our science teams an invaluable head start on analyzing the copy of the Genomic Ark we retained. Transmit your compiled data package directly to the Auberjonois engineering team."
With the ship fully prepped, Ameen turned his attention back to the main viewer, which now displayed the split feed of Captain Kincaid and Captain T'Kov.
"Captain Kincaid, my department heads report that all medical telemetry, environmental parameters, and the data module are fully transferred. The stasis pods and our honored guest are ready for extraction."
"Understood, Commander," Kincaid replied with a warm smile. "We have a lock on all twelve pods and the active subject. Energizing now."
Ameen watched his tactical console as twelve distinct energy signatures spiked in Sickbay, held for a moment, and then vanished completely from the Zephyr’s internal sensors. Apex Prime and the sleeping giants of the Broken Arrow were officially off the ship.
"Transport complete," Kincaid confirmed, her expression filled with professional respect. "We will ensure they find a safe harbor, Morad. Safe travels."
Captain T'Kov offered a single, stiff nod from the other half of the screen. "Your handling of the situation was... adequate, Commander. Starfleet Command will receive our joint report. Templar out."
The viewscreen blinked, returning to the starscape outside. The massive Akira-class cruiser and the smaller Nova-class science vessel broke their flanking formation, banking away gracefully before stretching into brilliant streaks of warp light.
The Zephyr was alone again.
Ameen let out a long, slow breath and finally descended the rest of the way into the command well, taking his seat in the center chair. He looked over at his steadfast tactical officer.
"Stand down to Green Alert, Lieutenant Powl. Take us out of here. Resume our original heading for Deep Space Nine. Warp factor six."
As the stars on the viewscreen stretched into the familiar, comforting blur of warp speed, Ameen leaned back. The space rescue was officially over, and they had survived to tell the tale...
== The End Of The Broken Arrow Subplot. ==
"Understood, Doctor," Ameen replied over the channel. "Stand by."
He then turned his attention back to the young Engineering officer standing at parade rest in front of him. Ensign Singer was a walking contradiction, but her initiative in this moment was undeniable.
"Excellent forethought, Ensign Singer," Ameen said, offering her a rare, approving nod. "The integrated EMH variant will give our science teams an invaluable head start on analyzing the copy of the Genomic Ark we retained. Transmit your compiled data package directly to the Auberjonois engineering team."
With the ship fully prepped, Ameen turned his attention back to the main viewer, which now displayed the split feed of Captain Kincaid and Captain T'Kov.
"Captain Kincaid, my department heads report that all medical telemetry, environmental parameters, and the data module are fully transferred. The stasis pods and our honored guest are ready for extraction."
"Understood, Commander," Kincaid replied with a warm smile. "We have a lock on all twelve pods and the active subject. Energizing now."
Ameen watched his tactical console as twelve distinct energy signatures spiked in Sickbay, held for a moment, and then vanished completely from the Zephyr’s internal sensors. Apex Prime and the sleeping giants of the Broken Arrow were officially off the ship.
"Transport complete," Kincaid confirmed, her expression filled with professional respect. "We will ensure they find a safe harbor, Morad. Safe travels."
Captain T'Kov offered a single, stiff nod from the other half of the screen. "Your handling of the situation was... adequate, Commander. Starfleet Command will receive our joint report. Templar out."
The viewscreen blinked, returning to the starscape outside. The massive Akira-class cruiser and the smaller Nova-class science vessel broke their flanking formation, banking away gracefully before stretching into brilliant streaks of warp light.
The Zephyr was alone again.
Ameen let out a long, slow breath and finally descended the rest of the way into the command well, taking his seat in the center chair. He looked over at his steadfast tactical officer.
"Stand down to Green Alert, Lieutenant Powl. Take us out of here. Resume our original heading for Deep Space Nine. Warp factor six."
As the stars on the viewscreen stretched into the familiar, comforting blur of warp speed, Ameen leaned back. The space rescue was officially over, and they had survived to tell the tale...
== The End Of The Broken Arrow Subplot. ==