ZE/D01 - Bridge

[Morad Ameen]

And then there was that private message from Ensign Powl, Ameen thought with a flicker of amusement. 

Citing Starfleet regulations at me about my own title. He's not wrong, but... I'll deal with that later...

Just as he was about to turn his attention to the conflicting messages from Sickbay, his console chimed softly with an incoming message. It was from his yeoman, as expected.

[MESSAGE from PO3 Jensen, H. to Ameen, M. - Priority: Standard - Subject: Draft Report for Fleet Captain Vakir - Per Your Order]
[Commander,
As requested, I have drafted the priority message to Fleet Captain Vakir. It is attached and ready for your review and final authorization.
-PO Jensen]

Attached was a draft that read:
[TO: VAKIR, A., FLEET CAPTAIN, DS9
FROM: AMEEN, M., COMMANDER, ACTING CO, USS ZEPHYR
SUBJECT: Mission Update, USS Zephyr

We have arrived at Trill and made contact. We have received our principal, Mediator Kestir. However, there has been an unexpected change in the specific nature of our VIP. The original host, Aed'na Tlapo, passed away just prior to our arrival. The Kestir symbiont was successfully transferred to a new host, C'had. This new host required an urgent, time-sensitive medical evaluation upon beaming aboard, which is currently underway in our Sickbay. As a result, our departure from Trill has been rocky and slow pending the medical decision but we are now on our way at warp 5. That speed is kept in order to maintain the Ambassador's strict schedule. All ship's systems are green and the crew is performing well. End report.]

Good. She followed the instructions to the letter. Stuck to the facts, left out the... colorful details about our guest...

He quickly typed his authorization. "Excellent work Hanna. Send it."

With that handled, his thoughts returned to the "conundrum" Doctor O'Fee had mentioned, followed by the more reassuring "condition green" message. The hour she'd requested for a full report was nearly up.

Alright, Doctor O'Fee, he thought, his gaze drifting towards the turbolift. What's the verdict?..

His FO was back on the bridge and checking in with the crew regarding the dinner prep too. It was good to see everyone is busy and doing their part. 

== Tag ==

[Amila Ra'an]

A few seconds later Amila's typically chipper voice could be heard over Keir's comm responding back.

[Lieutenant Ra'an to Commander Keir: Smooth as can be down here. Everything is good to go, Torok and I are really just working on little details like music and such right now. But, all the important stuff is locked in and taken care of. The lounge is in order, and the meal service is on schedule as planned.]

[Evie O’Fee]

<<<< Sickbay<<<<

Evie came to the Bridge with her report in hand, there was some information both on and off of the report that should be gone over. The parts she wanted she wanted to go over that were on the report, the information she wanted to go over more wasn't on the report.

At this point Evie wasn't sure how to feel, other than a little strange. She seen a lot of people like him before, but they were in a pub. All of those could be dismissed as Alcohol fueled bad decisions, not in Sickbay unless they came from the pub in the first place.

"Commanders." Addressing both the Commanding and First Officer. "Can the three of us have a private chat, there is parts of the report I would prefer to keep off official records." Evie had a feeling both would have some idea about what she was talking about.

==Tags==

[Keir 77]

Keir was pleased that the mission seemed ready to start. The young replacement ambassador was being checked medically; a prudent decision by the CMO since there could easily be issues with such a rushed and sudden transference of consciousness between the new and likely untested host and the consciousness of the symbiont.

S/he was at that time glad to be unaware of what was entailed in such a complicated and possibly risky medical procedure and remained confident in the skills of the medical staff.
At that time Keir received a report from the CSO who was proceeding very well with the party preparations and all seemed well.

As s/he was considering what s/he had heard; the Chief Medical Officer arrived on the bridge addressing both hir and Cdr. Ameen

"Commanders ,can the three of us have a private chat, there is parts of the report I would prefer to keep off official records.?"

Without showing any of hir confusion Keir prepared to stand and follow the CO.

[Morad Ameen]

The comm had barely closed on his report to Fleet Captain Vakir when Doctor O’Fee arrived on the bridge, her expression serious. She addressed both him and Commander Keir, asking for a private conversation about a 'conundrum' that was best kept off the official records.

A conundrum? After everything else today, of course there's a conundrum...

 Ameen thought, exchanging a brief, weary glance with Keir. He saw his First Officer was already on hir feet, ready to act. It was good to know Keir was in lockstep with him.

"Of course, Doctor," Ameen said, his voice calm and steady. He stood up from his command chair. "Whatever you have to report, we'll hear it privately. The briefing room."

He looked around the bridge to see who would take command. 

Ra'an, Gath, and Powl are all off-bridge. That leaves... His gaze settled on the helm station. Lieutenant Krandall. He's a Lieutenant, he's at the conn. He's the senior officer remaining. It's his.

"Lieutenant Krandall," Ameen said, his voice carrying command authority. "You have the bridge. Maintain present course and speed. Alert us if there are any changes in our guest's medical status or any new communications from Trill."

With that, he gave a nod to his FO and the CMO. 

"Commander. Doctor." He turned and led the way towards the briefing room, the weight of another unknown problem settling on his shoulders. The quiet part of this mission just kept getting shorter.

== Next Post: Briefing Room ==