ZE/D01 - Bridge

[Paul]

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[Morad Ameen]

The short turbolift ride from the Zephyr's docking umbilical felt like a descent into a familiar, yet new, challenge. Ameen gripped the PADD Fleet Captain Vakir had provided, its contents a stark blueprint of the monumental task ahead. Vakir's briefing had been clear: the Zephyr's previous crew was gone. Every soul now assigned was, like him, a fresh transfer.

The doors opened onto the bridge. It was undeniably Steamrunner-class: compact, built for purpose. Consoles, likely running the older Daystrom HSCS-1A computer system, were arranged with focused efficiency. 

HSCS-1A... Daystrom. An older generation, certainly, Ameen thought, a sense of seasoned understanding settling in. The Copernicus had its own suite of well-worn Daystrom systems – different in their specific configurations, no doubt, but of a similar vintage and often a similar temperament. I know how these older cores tend to think, their strengths and their potential failure points...

The bridge had that distinct scent of aged, hard-working machinery he knew well from his long tenure as Chief Engineer on the Copernicus.

Could that be part of it? he mused. My years as Chief Engineer on the USS Copernicus – another workhorse of this very era – even my earlier tour on the USS Intrepid... all that hands-on experience keeping aging spaceframes performing at their peak. Did Command look at this Zephyr assignment – old ship, brand new crew, urgent need – and see my background as a specific asset for this kind of demanding situation?

It was a fleeting thought, but it offered a sliver of logic. Still, what was new and daunting was the atmosphere – not the quiet hum of a seasoned crew, but the slightly disorganized energy of new arrivals. Officers in Starfleet uniforms were moving with hesitant purpose.

Alright, Morad. The general architecture of these systems may hold few deep surprises for me, but the crew and this ship's specific operational personality are entirely new ground... 

He moved towards the command area. Vakir's directives echoed: Lieutenant Gath, incoming Chief of Security. The mission to Trill, departure non-negotiable within the hour. He’d scanned the manifest of Titania personnel joining him. Lieutenant Amila Ra'an's name was prominent. 

Amila. Transferred under my command... 

His stomach did a slow roll. The professional implications were a minefield, especially after their date. 

Strict professionalism is paramount, absolutely. No question, especially now, especially here. But... I need to speak with her, privately, as soon as there's a sane moment – if one ever comes on this assignment. This... us... we need to figure out how, or even if, we can navigate this. I don't want that one date to be the end of it, even if any continuation has to be... exceptionally discreet... 

For now, though, any personal considerations had to be ruthlessly suppressed. Duty first.

But then, the name that had offered a solid anchor: Lieutenant Commander Keir 77, his Chief Engineer from the USS Titania. His mind had seized on it.

Keir. Excellent. Brilliant, fiercely competent. S/he knows how I think. A Lieutenant Commander, with prior acting First Officer experience. Keir will be my acting First Officer and will head Engineering on this ship. With hir general expertise and my deep familiarity with this class of technology from the Copernicus, we'll learn this specific ship's personality quickly enough...

The Chief Tactical Officer role was still a glaring vacancy.

A young officer, her gold uniform denoting an operations or flight control specialty and her face vaguely familiar to Ameen from his time on the Titania, looked up from the operations console as Ameen neared the command chair. Her expression was taut. No sign of Keir yet, nor Amila, nor the new Security Chief, Gath.

"Report," Ameen’s voice was steady. "Arrival status of all newly assigned personnel for USS Zephyr? Specifically, I need Lieutenant Commander Keir 77, Lieutenant Amila Ra'an, and Lieutenant Gath on this bridge the moment they step aboard. Confirm current crew complement against the new manifest and give me overall ship readiness – power levels, primary systems online."

He placed his hand on the command chair. The Zephyr herself might hold few technological surprises for him. But forging a new crew into a cohesive unit on a strange ship, under this kind of pressure, for an unknown crisis – that was the real test. 

The clock is ticking...

== GM-Input:  What's the initial sitrep Ameen gets from Ops regarding the crew and the Zephyr's immediate status? Thanks. ==

[Torok Powl]

[Ameen to all USS Titania personnel newly assigned to the USS Zephyr. You have your transfer orders. Rendezvous at docking port seven immediately. Prepare for imminent departure. Ameen out.]

Powl had just completed the medical procedure for his ailment.  While perfectly functional, Krynar mind probes had left scars. But, it seemed that one scar had fully healed today.  Torok regained quite a few experiential memories and knowledge previously locked to him due to the scarred cerebral section.  There was also a significant reduction in the...noise.  Since all of the numerous surgeries and appointments he had over the course of years once returning from the Krynar, there was always a background white noise that couldn't be silenced and required more effort from him to suppress.  The volume got turned down on it quite a bit as a result. 

While the picture of a Vulcan expressing emotion would certainly be strange, but the relief that was present for Torok was so immense that an unknowing onlooker would report that he may have been the Vulcan equivalent of "giddy."  Although the Vulcan version is far more subdued than that of a human or any other species in which emotions are emitted regularly rather than suppressed, it was there nonetheless.

Torok brusquely found his was across the promenade and to the dock for the Zephyr per his summons.  At this time, he had only just then found out about his new assignment.  Typically he would have done considerable research and investigation to ensure that he was an expert on the ship prior to boarding.  However, this time, there was no time.  Not only had he just undergone treatment, but he had just learned of a new assignment, and it was onboard a completely unfamiliar vessel. 

Strange, that we are moving ships whilst not being able to preview the layouts and situation.  What class is the Zephyr?  I will need to learn quickly on arrival...

He found the docking ring assigned to the ship, and from the outline that was used as the emblem to represent the ship, it appeared to be similar to the very old Steamrunner class vessels.  Certainly a big change in direction from the Titania...but more like the Copernicus...

This situation just went from out of the ordinary to bizarre.  Why would the Federation begin a NEW crew in such an old ship and so urgently?  What is my assignment for this vessel?

Having more questions than answers now, he proceeded through the docking ring to the bridge courtesy of the LCAR ship guide.  Powl had never seen nor been aboard a Steamrunner, so the construction and layout would be completely unfamiliar.  Finally, after what seemed a decent hike, the bridge came in to view and he walked in.  Commander Ameen was already in command chair.  

Where is Captain Fields?

Without further delay, Powl walked over to place himself in front of the command chair at attention. 

"Ensign Torok Powl reporting, as ordered, sir."

[Amila Ra'an]

The orders came in suddenly, less than one hour to report. The USS Zephyr would be departing by that time. When Amila received the urgent transfer notice she had a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach. It was a nervous energy that she couldn’t pin down. First the order came from Commander Ameen for all Zephyr crew to report to Docking Port Seven. Was he being transferred to? Perhaps there was still a chance they could continue what they started. She had barely made it to the docking port when the next call came to report to the Bridge.

She found her way to the nearest turbolift and tried to shake the uneasiness. The doors were about to close when she saw Commander Keir 77 coming her way. Amila’s arm immediately went up to block the doors from closing. A friendly face. She let out a sigh of relief.

Amila smiled at her friend as Keir stepped into the turbolift. “Bridge.” Amila ordered, setting the turbolift in motion. She then looked at Keir.

“I’m really glad to see you.” Amila tried to not look concerned, as the lift ascended to the command center of their new assignment.

“It’s good to see a friendly face.” Keir replied, though there was something off about the Hermat's answer. Amila gave hir a questioning glance as she tried to read the chief engineer's mood.

Keir seemed to sense Amila was about to ask a question and spoke before she could say anything. “Bad timing.” Hir answer was short. Not that they had time to talk. The turbolift slowed to a halt before Amila could prod further.

Amila took a deep breath and steeled herself for whatever was ahead. It was time for her to bury whatever trepidations she was feeling; there was no room for it on the Bridge. Keir signaled for Ra’an to walk out first, As the doors opened Amila let out a slow and steady breath through her mouth. She held her head high and shoulders back as she stepped forward. The Bridge design wasn’t familiar, but it wasn’t strange. Commander Ameen, clearly the senior officer. Was he the Commanding Officer? Had this been what her gut had been trying to tell her?

Now to get the hard part out of the way.

Amila stepped forward toward the command center, keeping more than a professional distance from the Commander before she stopped to stand at attention. Though she looked in his general direction, she did not make direct eye contact, not quite trusting herself to not to betray something that had been shared between them not that long ago. 

“Lieutenant Ra’an reporting for duty, Sir.” She spoke steadily and with seeming confidence, her voice betraying none of the nervous energy she was fighting against.


==Tag to CO==

==Keir's parts written collaboratively and with permission==

[Keir 77]

To say that Keir was annoyed would be an understatement. Being summoned from hir shared quarters just as the married duo were about to sit down and enjoy some quiet time was an occurrence that spoke of either urgency or some kind of problem. Either way a summons from a superior officer was not to be ignored.

Getting up s/he read the summons and then sharing it with Samantha they quickly packed their gear and Sam took both to their quarters on the new ship. Getting into uniform s/he rushed to the docking area and as Keir got closer; saw a familiar face about to take the lift.

The doors were about to close when apparently Amila saw hir coming her way. Amila’s arm immediately went up to block the doors from closing and Keir slipped in. Amila appeared to sigh in relief and the reason for that was made immediately clear. [I'm really glad to see you.] Amila added, but she did appear to share Keir's confusion as to why they were here and at this hour.
“It’s good to see a friendly face.” S/he offered, but hir mind was whirling as to why they would be summoned to such a small and much older ship. Keir was trying to think through it and apparently hir facial expression caused Amila to show concern and s/he shrugged adding "Bad timing"; but added nothing else. For the Hermat to share personal relationship discussions was something s/he almost never did, while Samantha was far less reticent.

Muddling silently in hir mind Keir went over what s/he could recollect about the Ship's class. It was a smaller, but hard working and sturdy design, though s/h felt certain that it had previously been phased out.

When the door opened and Amila headed in Keir could clearly see Cdr Ameen within, sitting in the CO's chair. Keir paused just outside the door and allowed Amila to have her moment to greet the CO. S/he had noted that Amila appeared to now be very nervous so s/he gave hir friend sufficient space to conduct her greeting.

And in keeping with protocol, after Amila was given her orders Keir approached and spoke clearly; noticing that s/he; unlike Amila was not feeling the slightest twinge of nerves.

"Lieutenant Commander Keir77 reporting as ordered Sir."

[Kalli Thorn]

== Sorry, still waiting on credentials for Gath, but he is all set up with a BIO ==
== SRC Lt Gath ===

Lt Gath strode onto the Bridge and moved directly to the Security Station. For his size, he moved very quietly and efficiently, obviously intent on his current task, whatever that may be. Perhaps a bit uncharacteristic for a Klingon, his uniform was crisp, clean and he was groomed exceptionally well. Other than a few hard to identify items carried in his uniform belt, he looked every bit the perfect image of a Star Fleet Officer.

When there was a break in the conversation around Ameen, he spoke up in a deep and commanding tone, "Sir, I have placed our people at the ECP (Entry Control Point) and cleared the ship of all remaining station personnel. We have established independent systems control and have control of retraction of gangway and umbilicals whenever ready."

He then moved within line of site of the CO and came to attention, "I apologize for the delay in my reporting to you, but our mission seemed urgent and I was aware of when you came aboard. If listed inventories are accurate, Security is ready. I show 100% manning accounted for."

== There, that should at least get him rolling   ==

[Morad Ameen]

== That's a lot of posts to catch up on and reply to. Excellent work everyone.  ==

Ameen had just issued his initial, sweeping request for a sitrep to the young Ops officer – for arrival statuses, crew complement, and overall ship readiness – when the bridge doors began to cycle with a sudden influx of personnel. Before the Ensign could fully compile or deliver that comprehensive report, the very officers Ameen had named, and needed most, began to materialize, reporting for duty with commendable speed.

The disciplined arrivals of his senior team, one after another, cut through some of the initial chaos. 

Good. People are moving quickly. We'll need that...

His internal focus sharpened, pushing aside the lingering questions about Fleet Captain Vakir's opaqueness for now. Action was required. He turned his attention first to the Hermat engineer he knew so well.

"Lieutenant Commander Keir 77," Ameen said, his voice firm and clear, a nod of acknowledgement. "Good to have you aboard. You are my acting First Officer and Chief Engineer for this assignment. Your immediate priority is full systems diagnostics and to confirm engineering readiness for departure. Interface with Ops. We need to know what we're working with, every potential ghost in these old machines." 

He trusted Keir implicitly to understand the magnitude of that task under the current pressure. Before Keir could reply, Lieutenant Gath's earlier report needed addressing. Ameen turned to the Klingon Security Chief, who had already demonstrated initiative.

"Lieutenant Gath, your proactive measures are noted and appreciated. Maintain control of all access points. Ensure your teams are fully briefed on rapid departure protocols. Your assessment of 100% manning for Security is good news."

His gaze then shifted, deliberately professional, to the next officer standing at attention. Lieutenant Amila Ra'an. For the briefest of moments, seeing her there on his bridge – capable, present, a spark of familiarity in this whirlwind of newness – caused the corner of his mouth to betray the faintest hint of a smile. It was an almost imperceptible lift, gone as swiftly as it had come, immediately overlaid by the mask of command. He’d already noted her qualifications on the PADD.

Focus, Ameen...

"Lieutenant Ra'an," he said, his tone now perfectly even and direct. "Your record from the Titania highlights not only your academic strengths in areas like Chemistry and Temporal Mechanics, but also your practical application of scientific analysis in complex situations. You will act as Chief Science Officer aboard the Zephyr. Take the science station, familiarize yourself with its capabilities – particularly the long-range sensor arrays – and be prepared to report on any anomalies enroute or upon arrival at Trill." His expression was unreadable, purely that of a commander issuing an assignment.

Amila. Here. Under my command... oh boy...

Later, when a sliver of a moment allowed, the thought would return, his stomach doing a slow roll. That brief, involuntary softening when he'd addressed her was a stark reminder of the tightrope he was now walking. Strict professionalism is paramount, absolutely. No question, especially now, especially here. 

But... I need to speak with her, privately, as soon as there's a sane moment – if one ever comes on this assignment. This... us... we need to figure out how, or even if, we can navigate this. I still don't want that one date to be the end of it, even if any continuation has to be... exceptionally discreet... 

For now, though, any personal considerations had to be ruthlessly suppressed. Duty first.

The manifest also listed Medical Lieutenant Evie O’Fee. Her service record looked strong. She’ll be Chief Medical Officer. That’s another critical position I can mentally tick off, assuming she reports in soon...

Finally, he turned to the Ensign who had reported, another familiar face from his previous ship.

"Ensign Torok Powl," Ameen said, a hint of recognition in his voice. "Good to see you. You handled the helm of the Titania with skill, and that position demands a keen understanding of tactical applications." He paused, his gaze assessing but decisive. 

An Ensign is very junior for a department head, but I know his work ethic, and these are not ordinary circumstances...

"The Zephyr needs an Acting Chief Tactical Officer, effective immediately. That duty falls to you. Take the tactical station. Report shield status, weapons readiness, and get intimately familiar with this ship's defensive and offensive systems. I expect your best."

Keir as First Officer and Chief Engineer. Gath handling Security. Amila taking Science. Powl stepping up for Tactical, and O’Fee designated for Medical. Ameen mentally reviewed the core positions. That’s it. A full complement of senior staff and department heads, pieced together in minutes from the manifest and those who’ve walked onto this bridge...

He then addressed the officers now assembled before him and those still finding their stations. 

"Thank you all for your swift arrival," Ameen said, his voice carrying a note of command that was also appreciative. "I realize this summons was abrupt and likely cut short any personal time or other duties you had on Deep Space Nine. My apologies for that. However, Starfleet has given us an urgent assignment. Duty calls, and we have a ship to get underway."

He made a quick visual sweep of the bridge. It was still a patchwork of activity, and the young Ops lieutenant he’d first addressed was no doubt still working to gather the comprehensive data he’d requested, even as these individual reports came in. His gaze flicked towards the helm station, which was likely still being settled by a newly transferred flight control officer.

"Helm," Ameen called out, his voice cutting cleanly through the low murmur of frantic preparation. "Plot course to the Trill system, maximum sustainable warp. And begin preparations for immediate undocking. Report status and when you are ready to disengage from Deep Space Nine."

One hour to Trill and that means every single assigned soul needs to be confirmed aboard before we even think about releasing those docking clamps. We can't afford to leave anyone behind, and I need assurance we have the necessary personnel and provisions across all departments. 

That overall crew status was still pending from Ops, a critical piece of the departure puzzle. Every second counts. With his department heads—acting or otherwise—now assigned, and pre-departure sequences being initiated, the Zephyr was inching closer to becoming a coherent, operational unit.

== Tag =

[Evie O’Fee]

The first thing that Evie had to do was report for duty, and the place for her to be was on the bridge. The original orders were soon changed with the change in Command, the First Officer had became the Commanding. It happens from time to time, just like her plan for the future. As the turbo lift arrived at the Bridge, Evie opened her Green eyes and headed off to report in. Her uniform featured the rank of Lieutenant on the right with the medical caduceus on the right. With her step on the Bridge, the high mirror shine of the shoes was noticeable. 

It was a shame that Evie didn't get a chance to serve under Fields, but that didn't mean that he wasn't going to be a good Commanding Officer. "Commander Morad Lieutenant Evie O'Fee reporting in as ordered as Chief Medical Officer." There was no mistaken that Evie had an Irish accent. Her stance was a little ridged, but it happens from time to time. She was just excited to officially get things started, and her research into the crew could be helpful.

==Tags==

[Keir 77]

After hearing that s/he had once again been promoted to First officer didn't carry the same rush as hir first appointment had done, but that had been on a ship where s/he had served for over a year. However, the time spent on the Geronimo had given Keir a much better perspective on what was needed and s/he found hirself strangely calm.

When Ameen had completed his briefing s/he took a moment to take the seat beside the Commander and speak with him discretely. "With the travel time to our destination we are only going to be able to do a limited examination before arriving. My second is working at it now and I will join her and then see what I can get done in that time. I will return to the bridge when we finish but in the meantime can you ask the bridge crew if any of the ship's stations that are interfaced here show any problems and let me know?"

S/he was about to get up but paused, again speaking discretely "Thank you for the vote of confidence Sir; I will get back to you within the hour."
Keir nodded respectfully and headed for the lift.

>>Engineering>>

[Gath]

== NRC Lt Tom Krandall, Tactical Officer ==

A Tactical Officer had appeared on the Bridge, but silently moved over to a terminal and brought up some information. To anyone on the Bridge that cared to notice, he was obviously conducting a pre-flight checklist for Tactical. He verified statuses and inventories, checking when the last diagnostics had been run and at what levels. He continued to nod and check off items on the PADD he was holding as he scrolled through information and check Engineering status boards to cross check some items.

He finally stepped over to the helm and introduced himself to the Vulcan Ensign, "Everything looking good, Ensign? I'm Tom Krandall." He paused and then added in a hushed tone, "I can't seem to find the CTO. Who's in charge of Tactical?"

== Tag Powl ==

[GM-06]

The last few handfuls of crew are still reporting to their respective departments. The ship is ready to go whenever its Department Heads mark all of their departments as “ready”. When all Department Heads report in, the trip from Deep Space Nine to the planet of Trill would take 40 hours if they wished to push the old engines; five days if the Zephyr crew wanted to travel at a steady pace.

[Amila Ra'an]

“Lieutenant Commander Keir 77, good to have you aboard. You are my acting First Officer…”

Amila’s question was answered. She believed that had Ameen known he was taking this position beforehand that he would have told her. Surely he didn’t mean for her to find out like this. But this wasn’t the place, nor was there time for her to be upset. She reminded herself that it had only been one date. A date with impeccably bad timing. She was certain he would not want to continue what they had started while he was on the cusp of his own command. Still she was happy for him. She really was, but if she took time to think about that, then she might linger on her own disappointment. Instead, Amila focused on maintaining her strict posture and stern expression while she waited to be addressed.

“Lieutenant Ra’an,” Ameen’s voice cut through her racing thoughts and grounded her back on the Bridge. As he appointed her Chief Science Officer, her face showed no affect. A month ago she would have let the Bridge see her enthusiasm, but today she was concerned that even the slightest gesture might be misinterpreted later. Ameen remained unreadable as well. He was stiff with her, more formal than he was with Keir. Still, she found his presence calming, as she always had. She had come to trust his command implicitly, and hearing his smooth and steady voice on the Bridge was a reminder of this.

Amila remained at attention until Powl was ordered to the helm. She then hustled to her own station, saying nothing to the other officers on her way. The Zephyr was an older ship. The interface wasn’t exactly what she was used to, but she could recall working with them in her academy days. It would come back to her quickly enough.

She began looking through the ship’s features and the resources that would be available to her on the mission. “Let’s see what we have here,” she muttered under her breath. She then accessed her department's roster and nodded to herself. Another moment of relief. Lieutenant Keti had been transferred as well. She knew him to be dependable and an extremely motivated and capable officer.

Amila watched Keir leave the Bridge and she spent the next several minutes checking calibrations on sensor arrays, noting past service logs, and testing her access to the proper systems. Then she took a deep breath and checked them again. This was her first assignment with the responsibilities of the Chief Science Officer, and she wanted to be sure she had not missed anything. She turned in her seat to make a report.

Commander. Captain. Protocols say... Her eyes darted around the Bridge, it was busy with activity. This was already weird enough.

"Commander Ameen," she stated when she found an opportunity. She caught his eye for the first time since she'd stepped on the Bridge, her expression stoic and serious. "Science Department reporting in as ready, Sir." She gave Ameen a curt nod and turned quickly back to her station.

[Torok Powl]

As Powl stood waiting as Commander Ameen addressed the new senior staff, he awaited his turn.  He expected that his presence would be needed at the helm once again.  As a skilled, highly trained and experienced pilot it was completely logical.  Although Torok historically had been in just about every position in the tactical department and was proficient in each, his rank and background would naturally put him in the role of helmsman.

Learning to pilot a Steamrunner, now that is certain to be fascinating.

The turbolift doors opened to reveal a tactical officer that sat down at a station that appeared to be preflight checklists.  

Must be the Chief Tactical Officer...although they aren't wearing the uniform of a department head.  Although, recently promoted, neither is our Chief Science Officer due to the fact that she just found out.  And our FO is also not wearing a uniform indicative of hir position aboard.

"Ensign Torok Powl," Ameen said, a hint of recognition in his voice. "Good to see you. You handled the helm of the Titania with skill, and that position demands a keen understanding of tactical applications." He paused, his gaze assessing but decisive.

Still standing at attention, Powl heard the words from Commander Ameen.  "Thank you, sir."

"The Zephyr needs an Acting Chief Tactical Officer, effective immediately. That duty falls to you. Take the tactical station. Report shield status, weapons readiness, and get intimately familiar with this ship's defensive and offensive systems..."

While Powl would never allow the emotion of shock to proceed past his emotional suppression; if anyone had worked with Powl long enough they would have recognized a split second delay in the response time.  Very few people would be able to see it, Commander Ameen would be among the handful of individuals that would have known him well enough to recognize the mannerisms.  

"...I expect your best."

Powl stiffened slightly more and spoke in the same calm, collected, and emotionally absent tone as usual.  

"Thank you, sir.  I will be sure to follow your orders and meet your expectations."

With that Torok turned to the helm. His orders were to take control of tactical, and he certainly would be doing so.  Briefly, he sat in order to survey the layouts and tactical manifest very briefly.  He had not met any of the other tactical officers, yet.  

We need a helmsman, and quickly.

Powl began quickly perusing the tactical officer manifest for a qualified candidate.  It seemed there was a retired marine pilot on board.  His name was Lieutenant Tom Krandall.  Excellent marks as a pilot, just not a good fit for pilot fighters anymore from too many sorties that resulted in ejections at high G's and speeds.  Repeats of such maneuvers are very challenging for long term on the human body, even with modern medicine. 

"Everything looking good, Ensign? I'm Tom Krandall."

Powl silently stood while simultaneously logging out of the helm console.  He looked at the man that bore the rank of Lieutenant and matched facial profile for the helmsman candidate for which he had selected.  

It appears our new helmsman was not far away...

"Lieutenant, things are going smoothly, although moving very rapidly as we are due to be under way in short order."

Powl paused for a moment to step back from the console so as to provide a path for Lieutenant Krandall to be able to access the helm station.  

Tom paused and then added in a hushed tone, "I can't seem to find the CTO. Who's in charge of Tactical?"

Until just moments ago, I also was not able to find the CTO, so that is certainly understandable.  And I am not wearing the appropriate uniform due to the recent change and time constraints of not being able to make the appropriate dress code corrections.  

"It is good to meet you Lieutenant Krandall.  Forgive the breech of protocol, but I have just been placed in charge of tactical as Acting Chief Tactical Officer.  In review of our crew manifest of our tactical department, you are the most qualified to handle to the helm.  I will continue to review the rest of the staff and make more assignments from there.  Yours may change, however for the time being please assume the helm station and prepare us for departure and complete your checklists."

With that Powl turned away and head directly for tactical and began checking over the entire department for readiness.  According all reports the Zephyr was all green lighted, stocked, and manned.  She was ready to fly, and from the appearance of the tactical manifest, the tactical department should be very capable.

"Commander Ameen, Tactical Department reads green across the board.  Shields and defensive systems are ready to go.  Tactical department has received assignments and are in place."

Time to learn about this ship.  What are we working with?

Torok began pouring over the ship layouts, systems, components, procedures, deck plans, capabilities, weaknesses, and anything he could find on the design and specifically on the history of the Zephyr.

==Tag Ameen, Krandall, and anyone else that wants to play==

[Gath]

== NRC Lt Tom Krandall, Tactical (Helm) ==

The Vulcan seemed...well...very Vulcan. The formality, lack of any emotional content or allowance for anything that might inhibit efficiency in action, they all were quite Vulcan. The surprise was in hearing he was, in fact, the Acting CTO.

For just a moment, Tom Stared at the Ensign. It was certainly not unheard of, but it was unexpected. His brain also took that split second to point out to him that he had walked right into that one. His brain then registered that he should close his still open mouth, which he did.

"Well, I guess that answers my question." He glanced at the helm controls, "These are actually fairly nimble old girls. You might be surprised at what you can do with them in a combat situation. You just have to do a little prep work for the allowance of drift subroutines into the impulse driver coils."

Tom held out his PADD, "Here, the preflight is complete...sir." He smiled as he did so, mildly amused at how the universe just loved to toss him a curve ball now and then.

Powl then walked away and Tom sat down to begin customizing the console and entering his subroutines. As he did so, he brought up the current manifest and gave a nod and a mild chuckle to himself as he confirmed the image to the name and said to himself, "Glad to meet you...Mister Torok Powl. I'm going to remember that name for a while."

[Morad Ameen]

The initial whirlwind of arrivals and assignments had settled into a tense, focused energy on the Zephyr's bridge. Department heads were at their stations, and the ship was beginning to feel less like a collection of strangers and more like a Starfleet crew, however green. Ameen allowed himself a moment to process the reports that had come in. His attention turned to the medical officer who had just formally reported. 

"Doctor O’Fee," Ameen said, his voice conveying professional welcome. "Glad to have you officially on board as Chief Medical Officer. Please confirm your department's readiness for immediate departure and report any critical concerns." 

A Lieutenant for CMO. Solid. One less major gap in our capabilities. I like the Irish accent too...

He mentally acknowledged the positive updates from his other new department heads. 

Amila reported Science ready. All business, focused, her gaze direct and professional when she made her report, even if she avoided my eye earlier. Good. That's exactly what this bridge, and this situation, requires of both of us. Her competence is undeniable...

That faint, almost imperceptible smile he'd allowed himself when she first arrived was a memory now, filed away under 'to be addressed later.'

Ensign Powl also reported Tactical green and has already shown initiative by assigning Lieutenant Krandall to the helm. 

Stepping up well beyond his rank. That’s promising...

He also recalled Lieutenant Gath's earlier, thorough report on securing the ship. 

Security is tight, thanks to Gath's efficiency...

With those departments online, he focused on the remaining pieces. 

"Lieutenant Krandall, Helm," Ameen addressed the new helmsman. "What is your status? Are we prepared for undocking procedures and departure?"

Engineering was the next critical point. Commander Keir 77 was down in the ship's guts. Ameen tapped his combadge. 

"Ameen to Commander Keir." He waited a beat for the channel to connect. "Status report from Engineering, please. Are primary systems, main power, and the warp drive green for immediate departure to Trill? What's your assessment of our ability to maintain Warp Nine?" 

Trust Keir's judgment implicitly. S/he won't sugarcoat it...

Then, the crucial matter of personnel. He turned to his Security Chief. 

"Lieutenant Gath," Ameen stated, "your teams have secured the ECPs. Cross-referencing your entry logs with the master crew manifest provided by Starfleet, can you confirm that all 120 assigned personnel are now accounted for aboard the Zephyr?"

Ameen let his gaze sweep the bridge. 

The travel time considerations for Trill were critical, he mused again, recalling the briefing. Forty hours at high warp, five days otherwise. Given the urgency implied by Fleet Captain Vakir, we don't have the luxury of a leisurely cruise...

"Our course to Trill will be maintained at Warp Factor Nine," he stated clearly, for the benefit of all bridge crew. "That's maximum sustainable for this class. We need to make best speed, but we will do so with careful monitoring of all systems. This old girl has a new heart in her crew, but we respect her age."

Settled in the command chair, he now awaited these final crucial confirmations. 

"Medical, Helm, Engineering, and Lieutenant Gath with the final crew accountability – report your status. We depart the moment all departments are green and all hands are confirmed aboard." 

The clock is ticking...

== Tag ==

[Gath]

Lt Gath reported, "Aye, sir. I have verified all manifested crew are accounted for. The ECP has been sealed and the gangway retracted. I confirm all auxiliary craft are clear of the ship and all outer doors are secure."

Lt Krandall followed up with his report, "Sir, I have disconnected all umbilicals, all moorings are released and the ship in in station keeping mode. We've received clearance from local traffic control that we are clear for departure. I have green status on impulse engines and maneuvering thrusters. Warp capability is online, though I have not been given word from Engineering on clearance for maximum warp yet. If you want, I can start taking us out and once we are clear of the outer markers, I can bring us to cruising speed. I have a course laid in for Trill and am standing by for orders."

[Evie O’Fee]

As things went there wasn’t much for Evie to report, but something was better than nothing. Her crew was ready and able to handle any situation, and when it happens she could observe for the first time their efforts. “Medical personnel are present and accounted for. Sickbay is in full functional mode, and I still need some more time to go over records, it’s a lot to take in all at once.”  

There was a little bit of a delicate matter Evie wanted to talk over when there was time. “I have also noted that there are a few crew members I would like to talk too on a counsellor basis, just to get an idea about how they were coping.” There was no cause for concern, she just liked to get ahead of things. 

==Tag==

[Amila Ra'an]

== NRC Petty Officer 1st Class Isabel Molina, Operations ==

Isabel monitored the operations console with diligence. This far from first time on the Bridge, nor was it her first time out of space dock, but she had never manned this station with a complete crew turnover, and there was a new commanding officer to boot. As science and tactical reported their stations ready, she double checked their systems on her end and made sure there were no discrepancies. She was also showing everything online. Communications were all at green.

When the response came from engineering is when she felt the excitement really kick in.

[Keir to Bridge, Engineering is ready for mission start.]

Isabel turned in her seat to relay the report.

"Commander Ameen, Commander Keir 77 just reported from engineering. 'Engineering Department is ready for mission start', Captain."

As she turned back to her station, Isabel gave the helm officer next to her an enthusiastic smile. Any second now.

==Tag CO==

[Morad Ameen]

The final pieces snapped into place with reassuring efficiency. Despite the rushed assembly and the age of the vessel, his department heads were reporting readiness across the board.

Good. Very good. This crew has potential...

Ameen addressed his Security Chief first. 

"Thank you, Lieutenant Gath. All hands accounted for and ship secure – excellent work."

He then turned to his new Chief Medical Officer. 

"Doctor O’Fee, Medical readiness confirmed. Your diligence regarding crew well-being is noted and appreciated. We can discuss your observations further once we are enroute."

His attention shifted to the Operations station where Petty Officer Molina had relayed the engineering status. 

"Petty Officer Molina, thank you for the update." 

He then spoke, his voice carrying clearly, intended for the comms channel to his Chief Engineer.

"Commander Keir, glad to hear Engineering is ready for mission start. Stand by for warp speed."

Finally, he focused on the helm. 

"Lieutenant Krandall," Ameen said, his voice resonating with command. "Your report is comprehensive, and clearance from DS9 Traffic Control is received. You have the conn. Take us out, standard departure procedure, one-quarter impulse. Clear all station markers, if you please."

He watched the main viewscreen, anticipating the familiar sight of the station receding. The hum of the bridge seemed to gain a new undercurrent of purpose. Once Lieutenant Krandall reported they were clear of the station's mass and outer navigational markers, Ameen gave the order.

"Helm, lay in final course for Trill. Engage at Warp Factor Nine."

Trill, Whatever awaits us there, the Zephyr is now committed. Let's see what this old ship and her new crew can do.

He watched, as the stars outside began to elongate.

== We are now on our way to Trill. GM-06 at warp 9 how long will this journey take? ==

[Gath]

== NRC Lt Tom Krandall ==

Krandall acknowledged the orders and immediately began moving the ship. Unlike most pilots, he didn't stick to the slow and stiff movements that might be more predictable and simple while in port. Instead, his fingers worked the consol like a concert pianist and as a result, the ship moved on all axis as one. From an outside observer, the Zephyr appeared less of a ship leaving port and more like a living creature of a vast ocean that was heading out for the comforts of deep water. Tom took that brief moment to test the responsiveness of the thrusters and gave a tilt of the wing to the guide ships near the markers as they gracefully glided out.

"Warp in 3...2...1...mark..."

The initial jump to warp from impulse felt no different at all, though the familiar appearance on the Main View Screen told the they were at warp. The experienced ear could pick up the shift in the sounds of the ship as power levels ramped up quickly. There was very little delay before he announced, "Locked in at warp factor nine, sir and holding steady. I transitioned her smoothly, to be sure to test the power transfer at that level. All indications are green and confidence is high."

[Gath]

== NRC Ensign Raven "Blue" Singer, Engineering Officer ==

The voice of Ensign Singer was heard over the comms, shortly after going to Warp Nine, [Smooth and steady at Warp Nine, Captain. I'll keep my eye on her, but I don't expect the old girl will give us any trouble.]

[GM-06]

Now that the last few handfuls of crew have reported to their respective departments, the ship is ready to go since all Department Heads have marked all of their departments as “ready”.

The trip from Deep Space Nine to the planet of Trill will take 40 hours if they wished to push the old engines.

[Keir 77]

Having completed the inspection and getting the ship ready for warp Keir arrived on the bridge and crossed the floor taking hir seat next to the CO.

Gabe might notice that while s/he sits fairly quickly there does seem to be a bit of a hesitation before s/he looked comfortable. "I think the chair was made for someone taller than me, but I guess I can adjust."

Noticing that the CO appeared to be focused on hir Keir hesitated before speaking, and simply asked, in a quiet tone. "Is there something on your mind Captain?"

==Short simple tag the CO==

[Morad Ameen]

The stars streaked by on the main viewscreen, a silent testament to their swift passage at Warp Nine. Keir 77’s quiet question, after hir light comment about the command chair’s ergonomics, hung in the air.

"Is there something on your mind Captain?"

Ameen registered the title. 

Still feels foreign, that. Unearned, given the circumstances... 

He offered Keir a small, almost rueful smile.

"Commander will do for now, Keir," he said gently but with a quiet firmness. "I believe one has to truly earn the other title."

I'm not there... not yet...

He then turned slightly in his command chair, his expression shifting back to a more serious, appraising look as he addressed hir question directly.

"But yes, Commander," he continued, his voice calm and measured, "there is indeed. This rapid change of command, the nature of our assignment to Trill, the... unorthodox way this crew was assembled. It presents a unique set of variables." He paused. "Primarily, my thoughts are on ensuring this ship and her crew reach Trill safely, swiftly and ready for whatever awaits us."

He nodded slightly towards Keir's seat. 

"As for the FO seating, perhaps we can look into an upgrade or at least some better lumbar support when we have a moment. Comfort is conducive to efficiency, after all." A very faint, dry smile touched his lips. "Perhaps you could put in a word with the Chief Engineer about adjusting your station, eh? I hear s/he is quite resourceful."

A more private discussion is definitely needed to really unpack the broader operational situation with Keir, Ameen decided. The mission, the ship's status, urgent personnel assignments... and yes, his mind added with a familiar internal sigh, there's also that other delicate matter I need to discuss with hir as my First Officer...

"These matters, however, are best discussed more privately. My ready room, if you please, Commander Keir. Let's review our immediate priorities now that we're underway."

As Keir rose to join him, Ameen scanned the bridge. He needed to leave someone in command. His gaze settled on Lieutenant Amila Ra'an at the science station. 

She's a Lieutenant, a department head now. I've served with her longer than anyone else on this bridge. Despite the... personal complexities, I know her capabilities. She's sharp, dedicated. I can trust her with the conn.

"Lieutenant Ra'an," Ameen called, his voice regaining its command inflection. Amila turned from her console. "You have the bridge. Maintain course and speed. Alert me immediately to any significant deviations or unexpected sensor readings. I want a close watch on engine performance and structural integrity field fluctuations for this initial leg of the journey. "

Warp Nine in a vessel this age with a green crew requires meticulous oversight. No room for any complacency... 

With a final glance at the main viewscreen and a nod to Ra'an, Ameen gestured for Keir. "Commander." He then turned and headed for the door to his ready room, Keir following. 

The bridge crew, now under Ra'an's temporary command, continued their duties, the low hum of the Zephyr at warp their constant companion.

== Next Post: Ready room. ==

[Amila Ra'an]

Things were changing quickly. Amila was a Starfleet officer, she was trained to accept and adapt to change. And, if it had been just a new ship and a quick reassignment she could adapt. She would be adapted by now. Those things were expected. What had her on edge was the personal complication - her personal feelings about the Commander. And there wasn’t anyone she could talk to about it. Not any time soon at least.

Amila barely glanced up at her station as Keir returned to the Bridge, though her ears were perked. She strained to hear the conversation between Keir and Ameen as they sat next to one another at the command center.

“Something on your mind…”

"Best discussed more privately. My Ready Room…"

Bits and pieces of the interaction floated her way. It didn't help that her back was turned to them. 

Then a much louder voice. "Lieutenant Ra'an." Amila was startled from her attempt at eavesdropping when Commander Ameen addressed her directly.

Amila turned sharply from her console. She stood as Ameen told her that he would be leaving the Bridge under her watch. As he finished speaking she nodded solemnly and acknowledged his orders before he and the first officer turned towards the Ready Room.

Once the initial shock of finding Ameen to be the Commanding Officer of this ship had worn off, it had become easier to act normally in front of the audience that were her crewmates. She was still cautious, her energy dampened. He couldn’t afford a misinterpreted smile. Or questions about why he put the newest Chief Science Officer in charge of the Bridge.

As the Ready Room doors closed behind Keir and Ameen, Amila took a look at the command chair where Ameen had been seated and finally afforded herself a small smile. She then looked up at the view screen and its display of distorted streaks of light.

Before she sat back down at her terminal, Amila turned to the tactical arch on her left where Gath and Powl were currently stationed.

“Wild day, huh?” She was sure that she was the only one feeling on edge, still finally saying something felt like breaking the ice. 


== Tag Gath and Powl ==

[Torok Powl]

"Here, the preflight is complete...sir."

Powl received the PADD as he stepped away while raising an eyebrow.  After reading the record of Lt Krandall, it was not surprising that he had already taken initiative to run through the preflight checklist.  The record for Krandall indicated such behaviors could be expected as his tenured career in Star Fleet did not begin with just bridge operations.  In fact, he was at heart a pilot.  Given that, the preflight checklist would be one of the first items that would logically be on Krandall's mind. 

"Excellent work, Lieutenant,"  Powl looked over the PADD briefly.

Only one small issue.

Powl turned back around to see Lieutenant Krandall and approached him so that he was closer to him and he lowered his voice so the conversation was more private.  Only someone truly intending to eaves drop could hear.

"One thing Lieutenant, I certainly respect and appreciate your initiative especially in such a rushed time as this.  However, my expectation moving forward, please report in prior to beginning any work.

It is understandable that this time was certainly impossible for you to do so as you did not yet have a Chief Tactical Officer to whom you could report.  Your efforts today are commended, and I look forward to that continued effort and attitude.  This is not an admonition, simply setting expectations.  Welcome aboard.  After your shift, let's meet in the crew lounge to discuss your background and the department."

Powl resumed his walk to his chair.  His knowledge regarding the Steamrunner class vessel was greatly lacking and he began finding anything he could about the Zephyr.  Despite her age, it seemed that she was well equipped to handle a scuffle if necessary.  With 5 phaser banks and burst fire torpedoes, a crack weapons officer and an experienced pilot like Krandall can make trouble for anyone wanting to try and look at the Zephyr and think she would be an easy target simply given her size.

Torock had been so deeply looking into the Zephyr and the newly inherited tactical department that he missed Lieutenant Ra'an turning around to him.  Much less, he didn't initially hear her.

“Wild day, huh?”

Taken aback, he determined she was referring to the rapid pace and the rather unusual circumstances surrounding the entirety of the mission.  Not only were they quickly reassigned, but also quickly sent on a mission with little to no information and with a very new crew harvested from the Titania.  On top of that new positions around for everyone, and new leadership moves were made to accommodate the change.

Powl paused his delve into the data banks of the Zephyr to acknowledge Lieutenant Ra'an.

"Indeed, and I do believe a congratulations are in order for you.  Well deserved Lieutenant."

[Gath]

Gath looked at the newly appointed Chief Science Officer and gave just the tiniest hint of a tilt of his head while Powl responded to her. A grin then slid onto his face as the opportunity presented itself for him to speak to her, "Wild? That is not the word I might have chosen. We managed to leave port in a timely manner, but there were no emergencies, no injuries, not a single crew member needed to be escorted from custody to make it to the ship on time, there were no threats to the safety of the ship or station and our systems are green across the board. Our operations tempo is such that we may need to find ways to keep the crew busy until we arrive at our destination. In fact, if it were not for the fact that I had a double raktajino before reporting to the ship, I might be hard pressed to avoid the desire to take a nap."

He then playfully narrowed his eyes at her and added, "Perhaps the word wild does not mean what you think it means. Though, for all our sakes, let us hope that our day doesn't include the sort of things that I think that word means. For now, I can live with a little bit of boring while the crew settles in on the ship."

== Tag Ra'an and all on the Bridge ==

[Amila Ra'an]

Amila smiled as Powl looked up from his work. She had apparently caught the newly appointed acting Chief Tactical Officer in the middle of something.

"Indeed, and I do believe a congratulations are in order for you. Well deserved Lieutenant."

"Thank you, I appreciate that," she responded graciously. While from someone else the compliment might have seemed like a mere polite gesture, she doubted that the Vulcan bothered with insincere compliments. "And same to you. The Commander is right to hold such high regard for you."

When the Security Chief chimed in, Amila didn't even try to hide her amusement. She could tell she was going to enjoy working with him. "A nap huh? Well don't let Bridge duty and a double raktajino hold you back. We'll cover for you."

==Open Bridge Tag==

[Emery Tyris-McEntyre]

After four long years of Starfleet Medical Academy, Emery had finally gotten his first duty assignment and on a Starship, no less. The USS Zephyr. Emery had grown up on starships, so he expected this new assignment to feel like just another day. He was preparing to report to Sickbay when he was redirected to the bridge. Apparently the Chief Medical Officer was expecting him there.

Now, the real work began. Duty was at Emery's forefront, something that his father, Elias, had instilled in him from as far as he could remember. Duty, Honor, the guiding principles of Starfleet.

This is it. Remember what dad said, the first step of the journey is the hardest.

Emery smiled to himself, it had been his first day at the Academy when his father, Elias, had told him that gem of wisdom. How right he had been.

It was a few scant minutes inside the turbolift. Enough time for Emery to collect his thoughts before the turbolift doors opened revealing the bridge.

Emery took a deep breath as the doors opened and he stepped onto the bridge. Emery was a larger than average Caitian. Broad and built, like a linebacker. His uniform strained some as he walked, even being custom tailored to his measurements, it always had some difficulty adjusting to his bulk. He moved with purpose, taking great strides in his steps as he stepped off of the turbolift, before coming to attention. He held his head high as he looked for the Chief Medical Officer, Lieutenant O’Fee.

“Midshipman Emery Tyris-McEntrye, reporting for duty.”


==Tag Dr. O’Fee==

[Evie O’Fee]

Going in to this Evie knew the new Doctor was tall, but being this tall she needed a stool to look the man in the throat. He was going to give her a sore neck talking to him, it also made the adjustments to the OR a little more sense. Evie had a smile as she greeted the man.

"Welcome to the ship Doctor, the title I would prefer to be called over Lieutenant. Modifications in the OR have been made to accommodate our differences in size." If they were going to work together on a single patient both the Bio Bed and part of the floor was going to have to be elevated. It would be the only way to accommodate his size.

Ra'an had almost a good idea with the Klingon Coffee, but there was a better one. "My Sister and I came up with the Quasar, helped with all night study sessions followed by schooling the next morning." The blend was altered in a way the caffeine was maximized, and had a slow burn rate. It also has less of a crash rate, that fact made it a little healthier. 

==Tags==

[Emery Tyris-McEntyre]

Emery nodded in greeting. Looking down at the doctor, he gives her a smile.

“Thank you, doctor. I’m glad to be aboard and looking forward to serving with you.” The Caitian replied.

The Caitian would be like none that Dr. O'Fee had seen before. Nearly Blonde all over, massively big. His ears twitched with the various sounds of the bridge, the various voices he heard around them going about their business. His tail swished behind him, lazily, as he stood there. 

==Tag Dr. O’Fee==

[Torok Powl]

"...For now, I can live with a little bit of boring while the crew settles in on the ship."

Powl nodded as a gesture of acknowledgement of a point well made.  Not that he necessarily agreed with the hyperbolic statements made to indicate that the definition of "wild" had been misplaced in the case of Lt Ra'an's use of the phrase.  Rather, he made an adequate observation that the lack of anything extraordinary in these circumstances with the crew as green as the were, was not necessarily a bad thing to have at the moment. 

"And same to you. The Commander is right to hold such high regard for you."

Torock turned his attention back to Lt Ra'an and again nodded politely as to thank her for the compliment.  But, from the look of it, there was naturally the Vulcan confidence that his education and training up to this point had adequately prepared him.  Further, he believed his work ethic to be sufficient to the task; but there was always going to be a memory of his time with the Krynar that would pop up to make him think a little longer about his assessment of the grand scheme of any situation presented.  The recent procedure performed on Deep Space 9 had been a success...after a little bit of hiccup.  Nevertheless, it allowed him to tap into a good deal of knowledge and experiential memory previously presumed inaccessible and lost due to the damage from the Krynar neurological probes. 

"I will certainly, put forth the effort to make your statement honest and his confidence well placed. Regarding raktajino, Dr. O'Fee ordered me to abstain from any and all sources of caffeine for at least 144 hours.  I will have to join you on that note at another time." 

As soon as he was beginning to look at his research again, another officer made their way on to the bridge.  Given the proportions, seeing a Security uniform certainly would have been fitting...or not.  The uniform seemed to complain and protest with each step.  But instead of security, it seemed there was a new Medical officer on board...perhaps a doctor?

“Midshipman Emery Tyris-McEntrye, reporting for duty.”

Fascinating.  Several new officers mixed with experienced and long tenured.  Such a diverse crew on an unknown mission, but functioning well per Star Fleet training protocol.

[Amila Ra'an]

Amila's stomach rumbled. All this talk of raktijinos and whatever this Qasar drink was that the doctor mentioned was a reminder that she had skipped breakfast and it was well past lunch.

The science station where Amila was standing was slightly elevated from where Gath and Torock stood at tactical, and even more elevated than the main floor where the new midshipman from medical had stopped to report in. However, she still felt like he stood taller than her even from her vantage point. She had a warm and welcoming look on her face while she watched the Chief Medical Officer and the new midshipman exchange greetings as she waited for an opportunity to say hello.

"Yes, welcome," Amila said enthusiastically. "I'm Amila Ra'an, Chief Science Officer." For now anyway.

"Glad to have you aboard. I don't know if you heard, but we were all just assigned today. You're part of the ship's new crew. It's pretty good timing to be starting actually." She gave Emery a warm smile, then turned her attention to Evie.

"A Qasar? Never heard of it. Is that coffee? An energy drink?" She asked. "Speaking of energy, I could go for a taco right now. I should have eaten lunch." Amila's comment was light-hearted enough that it could have been taken in jest, but she was really hungry.

Remembering her position on the Bridge, Amila took a curious look at the Ready Room doors and wondered how much longer they would be. She then turned toward her terminal and finally sat back down, resuming her position at the science station.

== Tag, Evie & open tag for the Bridge. ==

[Keir 77]

<<Ready Room<<

 Keeping hir facial expression neutral the young First Officer exited onto the bridge and was immediately aware that the new Medical Midshipman had arrived and was meeting the bridge officers.

 Pausing and as yet not having been noticed; Keir stood silently and listened to the banter along with the more subdued responses from the Vulcan Chief Helmsman. There was a feeling of harmony which the First officer was grateful to hear, and decided it was time to meet the new crewmember.

 Stepping forward to the medical station and passing by the Science station Keir walked up to the Caitian and offered hir hand. "Welcome to the crew Midshipman Tyris-McEntrye, I am Lieutenant Commander Keir77; the Zephyr's First officer. It is good to make your acquaintance."

 And with that s/he awaited the handshake.

==Tags==

[Emery Tyris-McEntyre]

Emery gave the Hermat a cordial nod and shook their hand.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Commander. I am looking forward to serving with all of you." The Caitian responded warmly. Emery put on his most positive attitude and projected warmth. He wanted to work on his bedside manner and social skills for which he been trying to develop since the Academy. The crew seemed like nice enough people, though, given this was his first day, would draw his own conclusions as the days and weeks of his assignment went on.

==TAGS==

[Morad Ameen]

>> Ready Room>>

Ameen stepped out of his ready room, the door hissing shut behind him. The PADDs were done, the urgent matters addressed for now, and Petty Officer Jensen’s firm advice about getting some rest before they reached Trill echoed in his mind. His shift was, indeed, drawing to a close.

He walked onto the bridge of the Zephyr. The main lights were dimmer now, the familiar soft glow of a ship settled into its warp journey for what corresponded to a night cycle. He saw a few fresh faces at the peripheral stations, the next watch beginning to integrate with those from Alpha shift. The atmosphere was quieter, more subdued than the initial flurry of departure.

His eyes found Lieutenant Commander Keir 77, who was already back on the bridge, standing near one of the aft stations in conversation with Dr. O'Fee and a tall Caitian in a Starfleet uniform – undoubtedly the new medical midshipman, Emery Tyris-McEntyre.

Good, introductions are being made...

Ameen approached them, offering a welcoming nod to the midshipman first. "Midshipman Tyris-McEntyre, good to have you aboard the Zephyr," he said, his tone professional but not unfriendly. "I trust you're settling in. You'll find Doctor O’Fee to be an excellent Chief Medical Officer and a fine mentor, I'm sure." He gave a brief, respectful nod in Evie's direction.

He then turned to Keir, a slight, almost weary smile touching his lips. "Commander," he began, "I see you've met our newest addition to the medical team. I'm about to follow some rather strict advice and head off-duty to get a few hours of rest." He gave a subtle, wry glance. "Yeoman's orders, apparently. Petty Officer Jensen is quite persuasive about the importance of a well-rested CO. Please oversee the watch turnover to the oncoming Beta shift. Ensure they are fully briefed on our current status, course to Trill, and speed of Warp Nine. Alert me immediately to any significant developments."

He then addressed the other officers who had been instrumental since they boarded, including Keir. 

"Lieutenant Ra'an, Lieutenant Gath, Ensign Powl, Lieutenant Krandall, and indeed yourself, – Commander Keir along with all personnel from this initial, rather demanding, duty shift: your efforts in getting us underway so efficiently are commendable. Once your respective reliefs for the oncoming watch are fully oriented and have formally taken their stations, and the bridge command has been properly transferred to the Beta shift OOD, you are all to ensure you get proper rest. You've more than earned it after today's rapid transition."

It feels strange to be stepping away so soon, Ameen thought, but the bridge is in capable hands with Keir overseeing the transition, and then the next watch. The entire Alpha team needs to be at their best for the long haul...

With a final nod to Keir, a brief one to Ra'an, and a general one to the bridge crew, Ameen prepared to leave the bridge, confident that the Zephyr was functioning well.

== *OOD is Officer of the Deck. Next Post: Crew Quarters ==

[Keir 77]

As the Captain left Keir did not have long to wait and it was less than 5 minutes before the Beta shift crew and officers arrived

One by one each of the department replacements were briefed and headed for the lift heading away; either to quarters or another destination. After briefing hir replacement about the mission and time line LCdr Keir77 nodded in gratitude to hir Command officer cover and wearily headed for the lift.

>>FO Quarters..

==End Alpha shift time line If you wish to post the transition please do so or simply move on to other threads==

[Evie O’Fee]

"A Qasar? Never heard of it. Is that coffee? An energy drink?" She asked. "Speaking of energy, I could go for a taco right now. I should have eaten lunch." Amila's comment was light-hearted enough that it could have been taken in jest, but she was really hungry.

The Quasar was something that was developed both sisters who used their talent for the development. "Yes the Quasar is a coffee." There was a replicator not to far away for beverages, and as Evie replicated one the recipe was already in the system. "This was created to solve the crash issue like energy drinks give, one second you are on top until the crash where you can fall on the floor. It helps to maintain alertness, and has a slow burn for maximum efficiency." Evie used her knowledge of different plants and their properties to achieve the results.

The idea of having a taco wasn't too appealing to her, but there were other options to have there. "I think I will join in later, I just need to make a bit of a stop. Doctor if you like to join in, please do." Evie knew it was potentially the calm before the storm, and wanted to enjoy it a little longer.

==Tags.==

[Morad Ameen]

== Time skip to arrival at Trill starts here, please take any out-of-timeline posts to the subplot thread. ==

Nearly forty hours had passed since the Zephyr had jumped to warp, forty hours of steady travel at Warp Nine. Ameen had managed some rest, thanks to Petty Officer Jensen’s efficient scheduling, and now, refreshed, he stepped onto the bridge as Alpha shift was due to begin.

The main lights were at normal daytime levels again. The low hum of the engines was a steady, familiar presence. He saw a few officers at their stations, some from the initial night shift perhaps nearing their handover, others from the Alpha shift looking like they were just settling in for the new watch.

"Good morning," Ameen said, his voice calm as he moved towards the command chair, taking it. "Report status on our approach to the Trill system."

He listened for reports from the relevant stations, his gaze moving to the main viewscreen where he expected Trill to soon dominate the image.

Right on schedule, if all has gone well, he thought. Let's see what awaits us...

Assuming reports confirmed they were approaching or had reached the drop-out point.

"Helm," Ameen ordered, "prepare to drop to impulse power. Science, look for any unusual readings from the Trill system as we approach."

Once they were confirmed out of warp and the planet Trill was in visual range on the main screen.

"Lay in a standard orbital course, Helm," Ameen instructed. "Position us to await instructions. Operations, open a hailing frequency to Trill Planetary Control, standard Federation greeting, if you please."

When Ops signaled the channel was open, Ameen would lean forward. "Trill Control, this is Commander Morad Ameen of the USS Zephyr. We are arriving as per Starfleet orders and are awaiting your instructions. Please advise."

He settled back into his chair, watching the viewscreen and the activity on the bridge. 

Now we wait. Let's hope they're expecting us, and this isn't another Fleet Captain Vakir surprise...

== GM Input: what response, if any, does the USS Zephyr receive from Trill Control? And what's the general status from Helm/Ops/Science regarding arrival. Thanks! ==

[Keir 77]

As Cdr. Ameen entered the Bridge; Keir was behind the CO's chair doing what s/he usually did , namely to stay in the background until needed. S/he had already ordered and completed cursory diagnostic scans of all relevant ship's systems before the Zephyr ever left warp

Assuring hirself that the Engineering bridge officer had gone over everything ,Keir looked up and stayed where s/he was watching as the CO orchestrated the flow of actions and responsibilities throughout, as the ship approached and then came out of warp; all from the CO's chair.

Cdr. Ameen gave the standard orders to the helm regarding approach and made contact with the Trill planetary control.

As Ameen relaxed Keir made hir way around and took the assigned seat next to the CO, adding only one short, but required comment;

"All ship's systems operating at expected levels , Commander; the ship is ready,"

Strangely Keir could not feel the slightest hint of apprehension.

==Tags where required==

[GM-06]

Trill Planetary Control first scanned the USS Zephyr, and then answered their hail. A middle-aged man filled the center of their viewscreen, his expression bright-eyed yet stressed.

“This is Ambassador Vel Junde. You have been instructed to escort top trade mediator Kestir as requested by both planets Veld and Taveres.” He paused for effect. “These planets have been in various disputes for hundreds of years, and have finally decided to settle down and speak at the same table. They will only speak with Kestir, whose information we will be sending to you now.”

He looked to his left and nodded to someone off-screen.

“Please be advised that we hold her in the highest regard, and every request must be met.” Vel Junde leaned forward, as if to tell the Captain something secret. “Kestir’s current host, while very good at what she does…” He leaned even more far forward, bringing his voice down low. “She is very old, Captain, so please handle her with care. She has asked for two weeks time for preparations, and Veld and Taveres have been gracious enough to grant her three. We ask that you do not take one second of that from her.”

The Ambassador sat up straight again, taking a deep breath. Some of the stress was now gone from his face. However, the person to his left handed him something, which he viewed off-screen, and caused him to look back up to Captain Ameen in alarm.

“There - will be a delay.” He stammered. “Please read her dossier carefully!”

The screen went black, and communication with Trill was cut. Aside from this very odd, specific-yet-vague conversation, everything else in the Trill system was as to be expected.

[Amila Ra'an]

==w/ NRC Petty Officer Isabel Molina, Operations==

As the communication was dark, Petty Officer Molina swiftly responded. Her fingers danced across the terminal as she verified what was seemed apparent and checked for any outages or any other cause of the abrupt end to comm.

"Captain, the transmission was terminated from their end," Molina verified. "I'm not picking up any issues with their comms systems, I can try to get them back on the line if you like. They did scan us before they answered our hail. Hopefully it wasn't anything we have on board."

"I caught that too," Amila turned slightly in her chair as she chimed in from her science station. "Nothing to report from science, Captain, but I will remain diligent. Everything in the system is showing normal according to my scans."

Amila was more than a little curious about this dossier that the Ambassador mentioned. Vel Junde had come across as a little eccentric on the screen, so it was possible that he was simply being dramatic. Regardless he had succeeded in adding to the already mounting suspense of their rushed deployment orders to get here.

== Tag CO, open ==

[Amila Ra'an]

== PS GM input requested: Are we in receipt of the dossier? And what details can you provide for us as to what is on it? Security, medical, food, environment, quirks, etc? - Thank you! ==

[Morad Ameen]

The abrupt cut-off from Ambassador Vel Junde left a sudden, tense silence on the bridge. One moment they were receiving mission parameters, the next – a black screen and an alarming, cryptic warning. Ameen exchanged a quick, concerned glance with Commander Keir 77, who had just reported all ship's systems ready.

"Well, that was... unexpected," Ameen said, his mind racing. "A delay? Read her dossier carefully? This just went from a VIP escort to something potentially much more complicated."

He turned to Petty Officer Molina at Operations. She had addressed him as 'Captain.' He noted it with a brief internal frown. The title still didn't sit right, felt unearned. He'd made his preference clear to Commander Keir, but correcting a Petty Officer in front of the bridge crew during a critical moment like this wasn't the priority. He'd let it slide... for now.

"Understood, Petty Officer," Ameen said calmly. "No need to re-establish contact just yet. Stand by."

"Thank you for the update, Lieutenant Ra'an."  He looked to his Chief Science Officer. "Keep those sensors active. Let me know if anything changes in the system, however minor."

"Commander Keir, your report on ship readiness is noted, thank you." His attention returned to his First Officer. "It seems our 'simple escort' mission might have a few more layers than anticipated." 

Highest regard, every request met, handle with care... and now a delay and an urgent warning. The Ambassador had mentioned a dossier on Kestir being sent. That was now priority one...

"Ops," Ameen said, his voice calm but firm, addressing Molina again, "did we receive that dossier transmission from Trill Control before communications were cut?"

Whatever is in that file, it clearly spooked the Ambassador. We need to see it immediately... 

He tapped his armrest, a habit when processing new, unsettling information. The "forty hours to Trill" suddenly felt like the calm before a potential storm.

== GM-Input: Did the USS Zephyr receive Kestir's dossier before Trill Control cut communications? If so, what are the key details we can access from it immediately? Thanks!  Tag All Bridge, GM-06. ==

[GM-06]

Name: Kestir (current host: Aed’na Tlapo)

Age: 136 years

Species: Trill (Symbiont Kestir; Host Tlapo, Aed’na)

Gender Identifier: Female

Occupation: Expert Negotiator

Details: Kestir requires extremely specific criteria in order to prepare for negotiations. Every request must be followed to the letter, and any request unable to be fulfilled must have Kestir’s oversight in regards to the next-best substitution. Arriving early or late to the destination will disrupt proper preparations, as will transferring to another starship should the first ship encounter any unexpected phenomenon.

Picture: Dated 2372, an elderly woman appearing about 80-90 Earth years, with wispy grey hair, a frail body, and bright green eyes.

Notes:
Marked CONFIDENTIAL from Captain Sutch of the USS Washington, 2374
Kestir prefers seclusion, which is understandable since she is one of the top negotiators in her entire field, not just on Trill or in the Federation. She likes this white tea, which we’ve programmed our replicators to her preference - specs included here. Suggest adding a step-stool to her quarters, next to her bed, as her body’s become a bit weaker in her age. Definitely don’t rush to get there (she’ll feel rushed), but don’t be late, either (she’ll feel patronized or coddled). She’s a nice lady, just make sure she gets exactly what she wants.

[Amila Ra'an]

== NRC Petty Officer Isabel Molina, Operations ==

"Ops," Ameen said, his voice calm but firm, addressing Molina again, "did we receive that dossier transmission from Trill Control before communications were cut?"

"Yes, Captain. Sharing with you now. Part of the file is classified," she advised. Molina looked over her shoulder quickly at Commander Ameen. "Should I share it with the senior staff?" She asked. After receiving quick confirmation from Ameen, Isabel turned back to her terminal and quickly shared the file with the department heads currently at their Bridge stations.

== Tag All Bridge ==

== Confirmed with the CO before posting. This hijacking was approved. ==

[Gath]

Gath had reported to the Bridge a little early, but that was standard for him. Everything had gone smoothly and he was in a fairly good mood. He had enjoyed a new hot beverage to start his day and he could still taste it. Once he took over, he went through his normal routine, then began the process of going through reports and sensor logs, as was his curse. Much of the job involved reviewing boring information, but he accepted it.

When they arrived, Gath found it a welcome change from staring at those reports. The manner in which the conversation with the people on the planet ended, concerned Gath a bit. Hearing they had received the dossier, he brought it up on his monitor. He was a bit disappointed that it didn't seem especially helpful.

[Keir 77]

Keir took note of what was sent and copied it to hir Paad and then with a nod to the Captain added "I'll get right on that Captain. I will have the room ready and appropriate crew available for her support assigned and ready if requested."

The First Officer left the deck and returned a short while later with a report for Captain Ameen.


==VIP Quarters Report==

The room selected was on the section of the deck with least traffic and all personnel routed away from her quarters

Made contact with Support officer and crew. Found them already on duty in the assigned quarters ensuring that all systems are fully functional along with appropriate climate control. The team were given specific instructions:

Engineering was given precise climate control settings and then uploaded the specifications for the VIP's Tea along with a full variety of Trill cuisine uploaded to the room's replicator
Security and Support staff and or Officers available on the deck to protect her privacy and make available any item or service requested.
Medical Officer using a physical description of the guest provided a step stool replicated to meet her specific height.
An effort was made to discover any Trill officers or NCO's aboard to make the VIP feel more comfortable.

All Officer and Staff assignments to the deck would come from appropriate Department head with VIP's race and specifics provided to guide their choices.

Lieutenant Commander Keir 77 Reporting

==End Report==

Keir handed a Paad to the Captain. "Please take a look Captain and let me know if I have missed anything"

==Tag CO==

[Torok Powl]

Powl had already been at his post having relieved the previous post about 20 minutes earlier today. From a purely objective standpoint, the Zephyr had been pushed hard these last 40 hours to make sure the Zephyr was punctual, but despite the stress and age, it did seem she was performing adequately. Systems seemed to be reading normal and any hint of the strain didn't appear on any diagnostics.

"Good morning, Commander." Torok spoke plainly and greeted Commander Ameen as he walked on the bridge and greeted the staff.

"Report status on our approach to the Trill system." Ameen was speaking more broadly to the entire staff on the bridge, but Powl was quick to respond. Having been there a bit early specifically for the arrival at Trill he wanted to be sure things were ready BEFORE they dropped from warp at Trill.

"Tactical systems showing green, sir."

By this time, Torok had been able to organize the new department. Although it wasn't exactly a Nobel Prize Science project, making sure your skills across the varying shifts were beneficial for the entire team. Not only skills, but personalities counted as well. Synergistically speaking, tactical should operate at its peak given the assignments. Not only that, but he had become intimately informed on the general capabilities of the Zephyr. He had ran drills with his department on different scenarios utilizing the holodeck.

Torok listened to the interaction between Commander Ameen and the Trill representative, this mission was certainly stacking up to be interesting. It seemed that the wait was over and they would be running a HVT escort.

"Time to get to know our new friends from Veld and Taveres. Powl began doing research to learn the history, but also potential dangers such as what ships and technology they may have.

==GM Input: Information on the two planets?==

[Amila Ra'an]

The dossier seemed strange to the science officer. The Ambassador had insisted they read it carefully, yet there were hardly any instructions to follow. Take every second to get there, don't be early or late. She couldn't help but wonder how unexpected phenomenon and ship transfers even made it to the negotiator's file at all. Amila waited until first officer as s/he returned from preparing quarters, and finished reporting to Commander Ameen before she finally spoke up regarding her thoughts on the dossier. 

"As for avoiding any unexpected phenomenon," Amila quipped. "I know we do that anyway, but depending on how many options we have for routes of travel, I'd like to cross-reference with stellar cartography. We can double check that there haven't been any recent travel warnings - try to avoid anything too interesting along the way," she suggested.

"I can't help but think we are missing something, though. The Ambassador seemed awfully insistent for such a vague set of instructions." Amila scanned the faces of the rest of the Bridge crew - not just the senior officers. "Or was that just me?" 


==Open tag to Bridge, CO, FO; & GM input requested please: What are our options for travel to the negotiation site, how long should it take us, and are there any areas, systems that the Zephyr should avoid on the way? ==

[Morad Ameen]

Ameen finished reading the initial summary of Kestir's dossier on his command chair's display, the PADD Keir had handed him with the VIP quarters report resting on the console beside it. He leaned back, tapping his fingers on the armrest again. 

An elderly host, specific tea, don't be early, don't be late, avoid "unexpected phenomenon"... and a confidential note from a Captain Sutch back in '74? This mediator, Kestir, sounds like a handful, and then some. And what was that "delay" the Ambassador got so worked up about? This was definitely more complicated than a simple VIP escort run...

"Keir,"  He looked up, addressing his First Officer first. "Thank you for this comprehensive report on the VIP quarter preparations," Ameen said, gesturing to the PADD. "Excellent initiative getting everything in order so quickly. It seems our guest has... particular needs."

His gaze shifted to the science station. Amila had voiced concerns that mirrored his own.

Sharp as always... 

"Lieutenant Ra'an, your instincts about the dossier are sharp. 'Vague but insistent' sums it up well. I agree, we need to be cautious. Cross-referencing our route to this negotiation site with stellar cartography for any potential trouble spots is a sound plan. Please proceed with that and advise."

"Ensign Powl, your department's readiness is noted." He nodded towards Tactical. "Your initiative in researching Veld and Taveres is commendable. Keep that up; any intel could be crucial."

He then turned his attention to his Chief of Security, Lieutenant Gath. With a VIP this important, and apparently this sensitive, first impressions and proper protocols will matter, whenever she finally arrives.

"Lieutenant Gath," Ameen said, "while we're waiting for more information from Trill Control, let's prepare for our principal's eventual arrival. Given the... emphasis Ambassador Junde placed on her status, I want a small, formal honor guard ready for when she beams aboard. Please coordinate with your team, select appropriate personnel, and make sure they're up to speed on dignitary reception protocols. We need to show the utmost respect. Furthermore," he added, " depending on her condition and preferences once she's aboard, I'm also considering proposing a small, formal dress uniform dinner in her honor. Your department would naturally be involved in the security and protocol for such an event, so keep that in mind as a possibility."

The frailty of Kestir's host was a significant concern. He looked for his CMO. 

"Doctor O’Fee," Ameen began, "the dossier for our principal, Kestir, indicates her current Trill host is quite elderly and requires careful handling. Please review the medical section of her file thoroughly and prepare your team for any specific needs she might have upon arrival or during transit. Also," he added, his mind already jumping to contingencies, "a worst-case scenario thought, Doctor... review the crew manifest. Do we have any Trill personnel aboard who are potential prior hosts or who might have symbiotic experience? And what are our capabilities for an emergency... joining, should the unthinkable happen to Kestir's current host? I want to be prepared for every eventuality."

He took a breath. The Trill had cut communications, mentioned a delay. For now, they waited for... something.

Alright, Morad. One step at a time. You've got this...

"Ops," he addressed Petty Officer Molina, "maintain a watch on Trill comm channels. Inform me immediately if Ambassador Junde attempts to re-establish contact or if we receive any further transmissions regarding Kestir or this 'delay'." He looked at the main viewscreen showing Trill. "For now, we maintain standard orbit and await clarification."

== GM-Input: What further information, if any, does the full dossier on Kestir provide beyond the initial summary? And does Ops receive any new communication from Trill? Thanks!
Evie I'm not sure if you are on the bridge or in Sickbay, you can take Ameen's message to either locations.
Tag All Bridge, GM-06  ==

[Evie O’Fee]

Going to Trill was a bit of a thrill for Evie, there was still so much she wanted to know about the people there. They have a very unique culture and people, some who want to be joined while others are not.

"Doctor O’Fee," Ameen began, "the dossier for our principal, Kestir, indicates her current Trill host is quite elderly and requires careful handling. Please review the medical section of her file thoroughly and prepare your team for any specific needs she might have upon arrival or during transit. Also," he added, his mind already jumping to contingencies, "a worst-case scenario thought, Doctor... review the crew manifest. Do we have any Trill personnel aboard who are potential prior hosts or who might have symbiotic experience? And what are our capabilities for an emergency... joining, should the unthinkable happen to Kestir's current host? I want to be prepared for every eventuality."

"Captain I believe you mean the training that goes along with being joined, its too dangerous for both Host and Symbiont to be a temporary host." There isn't a lot of information on the subject available, they keep it tight lipped. They were very private in this area, and it can be very hazardous to their health.

"I will make some preparations to get ahead of the worst case scenario, for both Host and Symbiont everything is going to be perfect." She was going to do what she could in any situation, the trick was to be successful. "Permission to attend to Sickbay, there is a lot of work I need to get started." Evie waited for the answer while planning ahead.

==Tag==

[Gath]

Gath replied to the Captain, "Yes, sir. I have a couple of the crew tagged as having prior experience in Honor Guard. The VIP Security Protocols are another matter. I have at least a small squad as a short list for such taskings, but beyond that we will be pushing it for experienced crew. That training tends to be more intense and this is a small crew, but I will certainly find a way to accommodate anything that is required...sir."

== NRC Lt Tom Krandall, Tactical (Helm) ==

It had been a long 40 hours to Trill. The ship was doing fine, but for some reason, Tom wasn't his normal self. After a bit of soul searching over too many cups of coffee, he had decided that it was not a bad thing. For the first time in a long time, he had met more than one person that could hold their own against his sassy and sometimes snarky attitude of poking fun at people and his general mockery of how ironic life could be in the universe. While the initial impact had been a bit deflating, his contemplation of the deeper meaning of it all brought him to the conclusion that there were more people on this ship than he had ever encountered before. With that thought came the realization that he had a number of potential real friends. That both delighted him and scared the heck out of him at the same time. His efforts at humor often had a purpose. In the past, his sharp wit kept people at a certain distance. When friends often died in violence, it tended to discourage too many close attachments after a while. Time would tell, but the idea of having friends again did give him a warm feeling.

Arrival at Trill was quite routine. They dropped out of warp and he entered orbit at the approach vectors given and locked in as instructed. The message from the locals was a bit odd, in his opinion. He listened to the chatter around the Bridge, but kept his opinions to himself. When the Captain mentioned to Medical about a list of potential prior hosts, he had to think hard about that one. There couldn't be any "prior hosts", since he knew he had read that after a certain point, they couldn't be separated without killing the host. He must have been referring to potential hosts who had never been joined. That had to be a very rare few Trill though. He supposed that any unjoined trill might be acceptable in an emergency. He didn't know enough about the whole thing to have much more of an opinion than that. He found the idea of a joined Trill to be a bit odd, but tried not to think too much about it. He knew a Joined trill couldn't be a fighter pilot, but that was about it.

[Morad Ameen]

Lieutenant Gath responded to his earlier directive about preparations for their VIP guest.

"Thank you Lieutenant."  Ameen nodded at the Security Chief. "I understand the limitations with experienced personnel for specialized VIP protocols given our crew's recent assembly. Your diligence in preparing an honor guard and identifying a core security detail is appreciated. I have confidence you'll manage the requirements effectively."

His attention then turned fully to Doctor O’Fee, who had just given her own update. Morad listened carefully to her explanation regarding Trill joinings. 

Right. Not just a simple swap if things go bad. Training, specific conditions... and dangerous. Good to know....

She clearly knows her stuff when it comes to Trill physiology and customs. He appreciated her gentle correction and her immediate focus on preparing for any eventuality, however remote.

"Thank you for that clarification, Doctor," Ameen said, his tone appreciative. "And for your diligence in preparing for the worst-case scenario. Your expertise in this area is invaluable, especially with the... unique nature of our guest." He gave a decisive nod. "Permission granted. Please attend to Sickbay and make whatever preparations you deem necessary. Keep me informed of any significant requirements or findings."

One more department head taking charge, Ameen thought as he watched her prepare to leave for Sickbay. That's what I need....

The bridge settled back into its quiet, watchful state, the main viewscreen still filled with the image of Trill hanging in the void. 

Now, if Trill Control would just get back to us about this 'delay' and the rest of that dossier...

== Tag ==

[Evie O’Fee]

Evie smiled at the Captain, it was going to be a successful mission. She just needed to do her part, and get her staff properly briefed. If all went well they were not going to be needed, but that seldomly happened. "Thank you Captain." Moving towards the turbo lift, she headed down to Sickbay.

[Doctor O'Fee to all Medical staff meeting in Sickbay in five minutes] Her voice suggested to get there soon, but it wasn't an emergency.

>>> Sickbay>>>>

[GM-06]

Upon accessing Kestir’s full biography, it would become apparent that she lived for her work. The ‘family’ section listed no children, both of the hosts’ parents were long since deceased, there were no siblings to speak of, and no mention of a spouse.

The host’s name was almost a footnote; Aed’na Tlapo had been studying diplomacy since age 16, and was joined to Kestir at age 25. Since the Joining, the individual had chosen to go by simply the symbiont’s name, with a note from the individual that the spirit of the symbiont was quite strong. The name also had already massed quite the reputation, and the person formerly known as Aed’na immediately started hosting large-scale negotiations.

As the mediator jet-setted across the galaxy, deals large and small were made between Klingon colonies, Federation groups, and even the Ferengi. The full profile of this Trill mainly boasted about her bargaining techniques and attitudes, the more detailed of the bureaucracy outlining her wins and slight losses. It appeared that she was highly respected across many peoples, her hard work and dedication keeping her in high demand.

The personality of the person now known as Kestir was described by most as sweet but tough. As she grew older, her palette changed, and she now preferred soft, bland food, which was easy to replicate. Her one specificity, as noted by Captain Sutch, was the tea, and the suggestion of a step-stool in order to climb into bed. Her frame may have shrunk, but her spark had not, and her presence continued to be in high demand all across the Alpha Quadrant.

No hobbies were listed, but a music preference was: light piano music, a sub-genre that could be described by 20th-Century Humans as “elevator music”. On occasion, she would listen to the music generated by the specific people she was on her way to see, and once commented that in order to fully understand one side’s view of an issue, one had to completely understand their culture.




The planets Veld and Taveres were occupied by roughly 500,000 people each. Mostly made up of Humans, Vulcans, Betazoids and a few communities of Bajorans, the planets’ leadership’s notes on the other planet were that the other planet was full of stubborn people. Ships from both planets were relatively small, the system had mostly transport vessels traveling between the two planets, and slightly larger transports for going outside the system. Veld was slightly more industrial, and Taveres was slightly more agrarian, and this made for a perfect trade between them. Unfortunately, they had also never quite agreed with each other, and relationships had broken down in recent decades, finally coming to a head a few years ago. Both planets now agreed on one thing: they needed Kestir to help them.




The negotiation site is set to be on either planet; that had not yet been decided, and had been left up to Kestir. The planets were not too far away, and if the Zephyr pushed her engines again, they could make it in a cool few days. However, Kestir had requested a travel preparation time of at least two weeks, and the planets had graciously granted her three, and so that was how long the journey was supposed to last. There were no dangers on the road, though there was a sun in an unoccupied system that a science team may be interested in observing a decade down the line, as it had begun to go nova.


Trill stayed silent. There of course was chatter among the regular lines of communication, but direct conversation with this Federation starship had completely stopped. Main orbital control told them to maintain orbit, and wait. Beyond that, their instructions were indeed sparse.

[Amila Ra'an]

Amila listened nervously to Ameen talk to the Chief Medical Officer. She had several concerns about the Commander's proposed plan and Dr. O'Fee only touched on some of them. The science officer was not an expert in Trill culture by far, but she new that the Trill Symbiote Commission valued secrecy and control over symbiote care and selection over the joining process. It was only in fairly recent years that they'd even admitted to the Federation that some of their citizens were joined, and even then it had been out of necessity, not choice. She worried that if they knew that the Zephyr was making these types of preparations that they likely would terminate the Zephyr's involvement.

She almost said something. Almost. If it had been a senior staff meeting behind closed doors she would have spoken up without hesitation. What held her back - only just barely - was the fact that this was the Commander's Bridge, and there junior officers present. She did not want anything to be interpreted as crossing the commanding officer or undermining his authority.

As Dr. O'Fee was leaving the Bridge, Amila took the break in conversation as an opportunity to address the helm officer. "Lieutenant Krandell, I'm sharing our most recent stellar cartography data to you. There's a star in a nearby system that has started to go supernova. We'll probably want to steer clear of that for now. I don't have anything else showing of concern, but I did send a message out to any vessels that may have been in the region recently to send us any unofficial data or charting they may have done. Just to be safe."

Amila looked over the command center of the Bridge where Keir and Ameen sat next to one another. There were many things that weren't sitting quite right with her, but she was on the Bridge as a science officer, not a mission advisor, and there wasn't anything for Science to report. She weighed the pros and cons of speaking up, but since she didn't have anything that would be immediately useful she elected not to say anything and turned back to her station.

==NRC Petty Officer Isabel Molina, Ops==

Isabel's shoulders slumped as she monitored the communication lines on Trill. She had nothing to report. Clearly there were no issues with their communication systems, as there was plenty of chatter on the planet, but no one from the Ambassador's office had attempted to reengage them in communication.

==Tag Krandell==

[Gath]

The only thing that Gath could think of to add to his preparations, was to gather any possible intelligence about their route. He quickly sent off a request to Star Fleet intelligence for a current update for their route, including a very broad route. He pointed out that this was a diplomatic mission and that there was very little time before their departure.

Lt Krandall replied, to the CSO, "I'll be sure to keep an eye out for any fluctuations in the star that might make it a danger to navigation, but we will certainly give it plenty of room as we pass through the area."

== GM Input request for any information that Tactical or Security needed to be aware of, for the entirety of any sectors that their route would take them through. ==

[Morad Ameen]

The full dossier on Kestir, their VIP negotiator, was even more detailed – and in some ways, more peculiar – than the initial summary. Ameen finished reviewing it on his command chair display, then looked over at Commander Keir 77 beside him. The PADD with Keir's report on quarter preparations still sat on the console.

So, our VIP is a 136-year-old Trill whose symbiont is a diplomatic powerhouse, but whose host is frail and needs very specific, almost coddling, care, Ameen thought. Likes bland food, elevator music, and gets upset if we're early or late, or if anything "unexpected" happens. And this whole journey to the actual negotiation site is supposed to take two to three weeks at her pace, not the few days this ship could do it in. Captain Sutch's confidential note from '74... that's nearly fifty years ago. Kestir's been at this a long, long time...

"Commander Keir," Ameen said, turning to hir. "This dossier on Kestir certainly paints a picture. 'Sweet but tough,' meticulous, and her host requires considerable care. Your preparations for her quarters seem to be an excellent start, covering the tea, climate, and even the step-stool. Good work. It seems the next leg of our journey, once Kestir is aboard, will be a very slow and carefully managed one – two to three weeks, according to this." 

That's a long time for a new crew on an old ship to be just... cruising...

"Lieutenant Ra'an." He acknowledged his Chief Science Officer. "Your initiative in checking stellar cartography for the route to the negotiation site is exactly what I need from Science. Please continue with that, and factor in a significantly prolonged travel time. We need the safest, most uneventful route possible. No 'interesting phenomena' for this trip if we can help it."

He then addressed the helm station. 

"Helm," Ameen ordered, "once Lieutenant Ra'an has some potential routes or a general destination sector for the Veld-Taveres negotiations, I want you to calculate the average sustained warp factors required to make that journey in precisely two weeks, and a separate calculation for a three-week travel time. We need to understand what those 'low and slow' cruising speeds will look like. Once you have those figures, coordinate with Engineering. I want an assessment from them on the expected engine stress and any recommended maintenance or monitoring protocols for such prolonged travel at those lower warp factors on this vessel."

And with a VIP who can't be transferred or unduly stressed, security will be paramount, not just for her, but for the ship ensuring a smooth passage...

"Lieutenant Gath."  His gaze went to the Klingon Officer. "Good to see you're already thinking about intel for the route. Starfleet Intelligence might have some useful, up-to-date information." 

He then turned his attention to his acting Chief Tactical Officer. 

"Ensign Powl," Ameen continued, "once Lieutenant Ra'an provides those potential routes, I want your department to cross-reference them with long-range sensor data and any available Starfleet disposition reports. Identify any other Federation starships or known allied vessels projected to be operating in our general vicinity along those paths. It would be prudent to know who our nearest friendly assets might be, should we encounter any... 'unexpected phenomenon' that requires us to call for assistance."

The silence from Trill Control, however, was the most immediate issue. Ambassador Junde had mentioned a 'delay' and then cut off.

What kind of delay? And why the sudden alarm?

"Ops," Ameen said, addressing Petty Officer Molina. "Hail Trill Control, Ambassador Junde. Standard priority. Request a clarification on this delay and an estimated time for when we can expect to receive Mediator Kestir."

He settled back in his chair feeling a little restless. 

One step at a time, Morad... he reminded himself. First, get clear instructions from Trill. Then, prepare for a very particular, very long, slow escort mission...

The initial rush to get the Zephyr here was just the prelude. The real test of this command and crew was clearly still to come.

== GM-Input: What is Trill Control's response to the Zephyr's new hail regarding the delay and what is the ETA for Kestir? Thanks! ==

[Keir 77]

The waiting for word from their guest was apparently in character for her and given that they were going to spend weeks with her Keir felt they should be doing things to keep her occupied.

Leaning over to the CO, Keir spoke quietly "Perhaps if we could find a member of the crew who was a competent piano player that might be something which could give this lady some comfort and help to keep her in a positive frame of mind, not that I have the faintest idea of what a Piano is? Is that a human musical instrument, and could we replicate it?"

While speaking s/he called up images, pointing out the pictures s/he had found, and sighed, rolling hir eyes. "Well pretty sure that replicating one of those could be tricky, but," and s/he paused, "There is a holodeck musical program that we could make available to her and perhaps a crewmember that has a background to act as a volunteer musician?"

Pondering for a moment Keir spoke "Computer are there any crew aboard with experience or training as a Piano player?"

==GM tag on Piano player and tag CO==

[Torok Powl]

The in depth version of the dossier was quite the read.  Kesstir was an individual with which you did not leave the table without having been provoked to critically think about the options in front of you.  The amount of historical documents that detailed each of the negotiations that had been brokered was staggering.  Upon looking at the record of such a person you might get the impression that this was an imposing persona and one that would stare you down until you give into the negotiated terms.  That presumption would be betrayed by the disposition the dossier would illustrate regarding her demeanor.  Imposing of mind, absolutely, but it read as if imposing physically was going to be far fetched. 

"Ensign Powl," Ameen continued, "once Lieutenant Ra'an provides those potential routes, I want your department to cross-reference them with long-range sensor data and any available Starfleet disposition reports. Identify any other Federation starships or known allied vessels projected to be operating in our general vicinity along those paths. It would be prudent to know who our nearest friendly assets might be, should we encounter any... 'unexpected phenomenon' that requires us to call for assistance."

Powl looked over at the command chair.  Commander Ameen had spoken and it seemed natural now that the command orders were emanating from his mouth.  Keir sitting next to him seemed perfectly normal too.  Forty hours ago it all seemed out of place and new, and suddenly the Bridge had reached a sort of homeostasis. 

"Aye, sir.  I have already conducted my research on the two planets.  It seems there isn't anything in their respective planets' capabilities that would give the Zephyr any trouble at all.  It seems that their vessels are largely dedicated to trade, transport, and freight."

Torok turned his head slight to look at his readout, and looked back.

"It appears most of the ships are smaller in size, but there are some larger vessels for venturing out of their own system."

He returned to his station again.  This time he wanted to know what to encounter between their current position and what lies between them.  However, in order to do that, he would need to collaborate jointly with the Science team, Stellarcartography, and the Federation database regarding obstacles either natural or otherwise between their current location and their destination.  

The dossier indicated that she doesn't want to be early, or late in the slightest.  So we also need to know what happens if we take our time to get there slowly.  That leaves the ship more exposed during warp travel.  And the orders were for the next two weeks, therefore we will need to identify timelapse risks, too.  

With that in mind, Powl pulled up the currently proposed route that Ra'an and Krandle were attempting to schedule, and began investigating for Federation records for would be issues or potential nearby friendlies on the way.

==GM Input: What are Powl's findings for possible interactions along the projected route?==

[GM-06]

Luckily for the Zephyr, the rest of the route to the twin planets seemed clear. There were some interesting things should a ship want to deviate from the path, but nothing directly in their way. For all intent and purposes, it looked to be a boring, run-of-the-mill avenue to the G41WCH system.


There is no response from Trill.


Regarding the piano player – it is not the GM’s job to tell a player who is on their ship.

[Amila Ra'an]

"Ops," Ameen said, addressing Petty Officer Molina. "Hail Trill Control, Ambassador Junde. Standard priority. Request a clarification on this delay and an estimated time for when we can expect to receive Mediator Kestir."

Isabel nodded to herself as Commander Ameen gave the orders. "Aye, Captain. Hailing Trill Control, now," she stated as she typed in the commands.

Behind her the first officer addressed Ameen about the dossier while they waited for an answer. 

Amila turned in her seat again when she heard Keir asking the computer about Piano players on board. Amila crossed her arms over her chest as she listened to the computer's reply.

[Starfleet personnel records show two crew members are noted as proficient in piano; seven crewmembers report piano playing as a hobby, skill level unknown; nineteen crewmembers list a keyboard (piano) in their inventory of personal effects.]

The names, ranks, and departments of the crewmembers populated on Keir 77's PADD. If s/he were to go through the names, s/he would see the chief science officer's name listed among the list of crew members in possession of keyboard, though her name was not included in the list of crew who had reported piano as a hobby, nor was she one of the two noted to be proficient.

Amila opened her mouth to say something, but she saw that the operations officer about to speak, so she stopped to let Molina respond first.

"No response from Trill Control, Sir. Orbital control is indicating for us to maintain orbit. I'm sorry, Captain." Isabel shook her head in mild frustration, but remained focused on her controls.

"Cap- Commander Ameen, Commander Keir, if I may, since it seems we have some time," Amila spoke measuredly, carefully, as she uncrossed her arms and stood up from her station so she could step down from her position toward the back of the Bridge and face the two commanding officers.

She was nervous as she faced them. It was a different Bridge, and it wasn't Captain Fields and Commander Ameen anymore. And she was about to offer her opinion on something that wasn't a spatial anomaly or temporal mechanics. She glanced at Keir. She didn't really know hir well at all. S/he had been fairly new to the Titania before this transfer, and had made efforts to be friendly, but that was also before this promotion, and Amila had no idea how s/he would think of hirself as a boss, especially given the disclosure made to hir by Ameen.  And, Ameen. Well, they were both acting off. She couldn't remember a time where either of them had been this formal on the Bridge, much less with one another. 

Nonetheless, the stakes were high. She'd been hoping someone else would say what she'd been thinking, but since no one had, she'd have to find a way.

"Maybe we shouldn't seem like we're trying to coddle Mediator Kestir, too much. We may have all had a knee jerk reaction at the host's age, but I've never known anyone who still considered themselves young enough to be working who wanted their age treated like some kind of handicap. I'm seeing from the dossier that she likes to immerse herself in the culture of her work projects. I'd like to work with our anthropologist and get started on some holodeck problems that would let her do that - work, prepare. Get some cultural immersion programs together for both Veld and Taveres. I'm sure Lieutenant Keti would like to be involved as well. I noted a Bajoran population on both worlds, he may have some insight," she suggested.

"Also, with travel," Amila gestured to Powl's station. "It seems like science and tactical aren't showing any risks. We will keep vigilant and avoid them at all costs. But since we have time, and are apparently required to take a detour so we don't arrive too early, perhaps we give our guest - assuming she arrives at some point - an option of what she might like to see on the way." Amila held her hands out for emphasis as she asked them to consider the idea. "The worst that can happen is she says she doesn't care what we do, but we've given her some control over the trip. If she's a... " Amila paused a she considered what to say, then changed directions. "We're being asked to accommodate her wishes. I can think of no better way than to let her make her own choices when it's an option."

"But another thing..." the science officer took a deep breath as she considered how to word what to say next. "I understand why Dr. O'Fee is making certain preparations, but we need to remember that we might not even know the Trill were a joined species right now had it not been for an emergency forty or so years ago. They are a very private people about the joining process, and if they knew we were making these kinds of preparations without the Symbiote Commission's guidance...." Amila looked at Ameen seriously, not wanting to say more, but asked him to trust her.

"It's just something that will always be a science officer's frustration -the unanswered questions." Amila tried to mitigate any potential oversight from other officers by explaining her special interests.

"And there are a lot of questions still unanswered on Trill, Sir, so they stand out in that regard. I have a friend on board, from Trill." Amila turned to look at Keir. "I don't know if you were planning a concert or something, but he's a fantastic musician. Anyway, you can trust him to be discreet and loyal to Starfleet if you had questions." Amila turned back to Ameen, her eyes meeting his again, her expression serious. "But, I think we'd be wise to go out of our way to show the Commission deference, to show the Commission we're showing deference to them in regards to the care of Kestir, if we're that worried about it."

==Tags to all==

[Morad Ameen]

The bridge was quiet but for the soft beeps of the consoles. Petty Officer Molina's report that Trill Control was still silent was a hard fact that settled over the command center. Ameen sat in his chair, processing everything he'd just learned from the full dossier and the reports from his team.

So, Trill isn't just delaying, they're stonewalling us. And we're left here in orbit with a dossier that feels more like a riddle. A 136-year-old host, likes elevator music, and we have to travel for weeks at her pace. This is going to be... unique.

He looked over at his First Officer, Commander Keir. 

"Commander, your suggestion about the piano player is a good one, especially since the dossier confirms her preference for light piano music. A holodeck program with appropriate music, or even finding a crew member to play, as Lieutenant Ra'an mentioned, could be a very considerate touch while we're on this extended journey. Please do look into that further."

His attention then shifted to his Chief Science Officer, Lieutenant Ra'an. He had listened to her step forward and lay out her concerns and suggestions. She saw past the simple instructions to the complex cultural and political reality underneath. 

She's right. Completely right, he thought, a wave of private pride washing over him, so strong it almost made him smile. I was so focused on the host's age, I was thinking like a caretaker, not a diplomat. She saw the real person. Makes it easier to keep my voice even when she's this damn good at her job...

"Lieutenant Ra'an," Ameen said, his voice holding a clear note of respect, carefully modulated to betray none of the deeper warmth he felt. He was genuinely glad she had spoken up. "Thank you. Your analysis is... exactly on point. You're right. We shouldn't treat Mediator Kestir's age as a handicap. She's one of the Federation's top negotiators; she deserves to be treated as a working professional."

He leaned forward, addressing her suggestions directly, keeping his focus strictly on the professional matter at hand. 

"Your idea to develop cultural immersion holo-programs for Veld and Taveres is excellent. That's precisely the kind of proactive support our guest will need to prepare effectively for the upcoming negotiations. I want Science to take the lead on this. Please, proceed with that immediately. Work with Lieutenant Keti and your anthropologist, as you suggested. Focus on creating resources that will genuinely aid her in understanding the nuances of these two cultures." He then gestured towards Keir. "Commander Keir, perhaps you can liaise with Lieutenant Ra'an on this? Your idea for music would fit perfectly into a broader cultural immersion package, perhaps explore the music of these two cultures too."

He continued, addressing Amila again. "And the idea of offering her choices for the route is also a sound one. It gives her agency, which a person of her standing would expect." He looked over to the tactical station. "Ensign Powl, your intel gathering on the two planets will be vital for this. Please coordinate with Lieutenant Ra'an's team."

Finally, he addressed her most critical point. The Symbiosis Commission. 

She probably saved me from walking right into a political minefield there...

"Lieutenant, your warning regarding the Symbiosis Commission is... well taken," he said, his expression serious. "Extremely well taken. We will tread very carefully on anything related to Trill physiology and culture. Thank you for your candor."

"It seems we have a new plan while we wait," He looked around at his bridge crew as he announced. "We will prepare to receive Mediator Kestir not just as a passenger, but as the accomplished diplomat she is. Let's get to it."

Having tasked his senior team, Ameen turned to the immediate problem of Trill's silence.

"Ops," he said, addressing Petty Officer Molina. He caught her earlier use of the title 'Captain' and decided to address it gently. "Petty Officer," he began, his tone soft but clear, "and just 'Commander' is fine for now, thank you." He then gave her the order. "I want you to prepare a formal, coded message for the Trill High Council. In it, you will reference our orders from Starfleet Command, our arrival time, and Ambassador Junde's last communication regarding an unspecified 'delay.' Request clarification on the status of our mission and an estimated timeframe for when we can expect to receive Mediator Kestir."

"But do not send it yet." He held up a hand before she could act. 

Amila's point about their sensitivities is key. We can't appear impatient...

"Given the delicate nature of Trill customs, we will afford Ambassador Junde every professional courtesy. If we have not received any substantive communication from his office within the next... thirty hours, then you will transmit that message to the High Council on my authorization. Understood?"

He looked around at the bridge crew. 

"Alright everyone, you have your assignments. Let's use this waiting period productively. At the same time," he added, "we don't know how long we'll be holding this position. It's important the duty shifts remain fresh. Commander Keir, please coordinate a rotation for bridge personnel to take brief breaks from their stations. I want everyone on watch to remain sharp."

== GM Input: What is the response, if any, from Trill Control or the Ambassador's office during this 30-hour waiting period? And if none, what is the Trill High Council's response to Ameen's formal inquiry after that time frame had passed? Thanks! TAG everyone. ==

[Amila Ra'an]

The tension that Amila had been carrying over how to address the concerns that she had over their approach to the mission slowly melted away as Commander Ameen spoke. He was not just accepting, but approving of her proposals and positions. She had been so concerned about the appearance of crossing orders that she had forgotten who was in the command chair. Ameen had always been one to listen to every officer on his team, regardless of rank. She knew that.

She let out a slow sigh of relief as Ameen finished, and nodded respectfully to him and Keir before stepping out their way as the Commander began addressing others on the Bridge.

"Ops," Ameen, stated to Molina after announcing instructions to the senior staff. "Petty Officer," he began, his tone soft but clear, "and just 'Commander' is fine for now, thank you." He then gave her the order. "I want you to prepare a formal, coded message for the Trill High Council. In it, you will reference our orders from Starfleet Command, our arrival time, and Ambassador Junde's last communication regarding an unspecified 'delay.' Request clarification on the status of our mission and an estimated timeframe for when we can expect to receive Mediator Kestir."

"But do not send it yet." Commander Ameen held up a hand before she could act.

"Given the delicate nature of Trill customs, we will afford Ambassador Junde every professional courtesy. If we have not received any substantive communication from his office within the next... thirty hours, then you will transmit that message to the High Council on my authorization. Understood?"

Isabel was amused by the Commanding Officer's gentle correction. A Captain that doesn't like to be called 'Captain' struck her as unusual. She thought most command officers couldn't wait to hold the title, but she went with it in stride. "Aye, Commander, understood. I'll put an alert on this station for all shifts between now and then to contact you directly should anything come through from the governmental center or the Ambassador's office."

Amila was hovering near the science station now as Commander Ameen looked around at the bridge crew.

"Alright everyone, you have your assignments. Let's use this waiting period productively. At the same time," Ameen added, "we don't know how long we'll be holding this position. It's important the duty shifts remain fresh. Commander Keir, please coordinate a rotation for bridge personnel to take brief breaks from their stations. I want everyone on watch to remain sharp."

Amila nodded curtly in acknowledgement, and then walked over to the tactical station to address Ensign Powl before retaking her own station.

"Ensign Powl, when we get further along in these holodeck programs, I wouldn't mind some insight from you if you think you'd be able to lend yourself to the project," Amila started. "For these programs to be meaningful, there will be a need to interact with realistic characters from each of the planets. I noticed they both have Vulcan populations. I could use some critical eyes on the people that the computer develops for the programs if you think that might be something you could assist with."


==Tag Powl==

[Keir 77]

During a conversation originally directed to the CO  Lt Ra'an mentioned something that Keir filed away for the moment ." I have a friend on board, from Trill." Amila turned to look at Keir. "I don't know if you were planning a concert or something, but he's a fantastic musician. Anyway, you can trust him to be discreet and loyal to Starfleet if you had questions."

Moments later, almost as if the CO was reading minds ; the Captain looked over at hir adding:
"Commander, your suggestion about the piano player is a good one, especially since the dossier confirms her preference for light piano music. A holodeck program with appropriate music, or even finding a crew member to play, as Lieutenant Ra'an mentioned, could be a very considerate touch while we're on this extended journey. Please do look into that further."

Keir nodded quietly and s/he planned to speak with Ra'an at the earliest opportunity. But before s/he could give it any further thought the Captain added with a gesture towards hir; "Commander Keir, perhaps you can liaise with Lieutenant Ra'an on this? Your idea for music would fit perfectly into a broader cultural immersion package, perhaps explore the music of these two cultures too."

This must be how a tennis ball feels during a rally; Keir mused silently.  Sam had shared her passion for the game with hir and s/he did enjoy it, but this would put a slightly different feeling to their next match.

The conversations between various bridge officers continued leaving the First officer a chance to complete a small but essential project that s/he had undertaken while observing how the bridge crew rarely seemed to take breaks; and s/he was just about to speak when the CO leaned in and added: "Commander Keir, please coordinate a rotation for bridge personnel to take brief breaks from their stations. I want everyone on watch to remain sharp."

S/he allowed hirself a small chuckle and then passed the Paad in hir hand, to the Captain. "I think you will find this will handle all the shifts, although I have not Yet figured in any possible requests for shift changes but I will send messages to all the bridge departments asking them to keep me in the loop concerning any such changes."

Keir sat silently for a few minutes until it seemed like the crew was focused and quietly added, "Do you and I need to work out our shifts in that regard. Are there times when we both should be here, or do we simply allow the circumstances of the day to dictate that?"

S/he excused hirself allowing the CO to think about what s/he had handed him and mentioned, and approached the CSO. Moving so that s/he could face Lt Ra'an. "So, we should schedule a meeting to work on the cultural issues that Commander Ameen mentioned? He has put this on you but I can and will be available for consultation and input. Anything now that you need to discuss with me regarding this"?

==Tag CO CSO
Man, alive you sure are a wordy bunch  ==

[GM-06]

Thirty hours had passed since Trill had informed the USS Zephyr of a delay. Thirty hours overdue for their own “hurry up and get here” mission. Finally, the same Ambassador hailed them, his worried face filling the screen.

“Ambassador Vel Junde to USS Zephyr.” He spoke, his tone sharp.. “Mediator Kestir’s things are ready to be beamed aboard. Kestir will follow shortly. Please take them and leave as soon as possible.”

An aide from off-screen handed him a note. “And to answer your questions from… earlier. Kestir has been delayed due to medical reasons. There was an urgent procedure that had to be done. You will receive their belongings shortly to whichever transport location on board your ship you choose.”

Mediator Kestir’s belongings consisted of two oversized suitcases of a flowery design, along with a floppy sun hat, which also bore an ornate flower.

[Torok Powl]

"Ensign Powl, your intel gathering on the two planets will be vital for this. Please coordinate with Lieutenant Ra'an's team."

Indeed, the travel time and the potential for interacting with potential delays is a direct correlation between other potential scientific anomaly, astrometric challenges, or even a prospective interaction with another ship.  

"Alright everyone, you have your assignments. Let's use this waiting period productively. At the same time," he added, "we don't know how long we'll be holding this position. It's important the duty shifts remain fresh. Commander Keir, please coordinate a rotation for bridge personnel to take brief breaks from their stations. I want everyone on watch to remain sharp."

Torok stood for a moment to acknowledge his orders, but also to find Lieutenant Ra'an quickly.  Getting started on the calculations needed to make the trip amicably AND following the lengthy list of demands from the dossier in tandem with the needs of the aging ship.  The Zephyr was performing well, and may be considered better than should be expected given the age of the ship and its systems.  However, for some reason the crew had managed to settle very quickly and adapt with great alacrity to the older LCARS and the relatively outdated technology.  Some of it would have required some remedial research for operational purposes, but whatever may have been required for their respective role, the crew seemed to have met that demand and became an expert in a very miniscule amount of time.  

Torok held what may be considered a cheat code for position.  Given his age and previous time with Star Fleet, he had already worked on this system or very similar to it.  The Copernicus certainly came to mind.  Although a great deal of the direct memories had been lost to the Krynar interrogation, there was a great deal of muscle memory that kicked in and there was a hefty amount of familiarity with the maturing ship.

Before he could stand and find Ra'an, she was already at his station as he stood.

"Ensign Powl, when we get further along in these holodeck programs, I wouldn't mind some insight from you if you think you'd be able to lend yourself to the project," Amila started. "For these programs to be meaningful, there will be a need to interact with realistic characters from each of the planets. I noticed they both have Vulcan populations. I could use some critical eyes on the people that the computer develops for the programs if you think that might be something you could assist with."

Powl nodded, "Certainly, I have also researched the potential path that Lt. Krandall would be using for the journey.  There does seem to be no potential interaction with another vessel along the way.  However, given the relatively careful pace that we will be taking, that can change at any time.  I have sent you the information."

[Keir 77]

When the ship received contact from the planet to expect the Mediator's belongings Keir excused hirself and made hir way to the deck where Kestir's belongings were sent.

S/he interfaced with the team that would be in contact with their special guest and after taking stock of what had arrived s/he ensured that the bags were all there and easily accessible. Keir then had the hat placed on one of the bags where their guest would immediately see it when they entered the room. "We have word to expect this lady soon, and I know you have all been briefed, and for those of you who are of Trill ancestry I thank you for representing the ship and crew. Do not hesitate to contact me should anything be amiss."

S/he nodded in respect to those who were present and return to the bridge. Seating hirself next to the CO s/he added privately; "It's as ready as it can be Sir."
The CO would see Keir subtly cross hir fingers, and murmur something under hir breath.

==Tag GM All Good?==

[GM-06]

==All good! Will be posting the arrival of Kestir soon. Please let me know if you have a preference for transporter rooms.==

[Morad Ameen]

The bridge was running with a quiet, focused energy. Keir had just handed him a PADD and reported the VIP quarters ready, hir hushed comment and crossed fingers not lost on Ameen. He was about to review the PADD when the main viewscreen suddenly came to life, pre-empting everything else. Ambassador Vel Junde's worried face filled the screen.

Ameen listened intently to the Ambassador's rushed message. 

A medical procedure? That explains the delay and the secrecy. But now they want us to take her and leave immediately? This mission kept throwing curveballs...

"Understood, Ambassador, please send a medical report to my CMO in case we need to do any follow up to that procedure you mentioned. After all, Doctor O'Fee and her team will be in charge of our guest's health from through out our journey together, and she will need to be well informed in order to preform her duties and provide adequate care." Ameen replied calmly, though his mind was racing. "We are ready to receive Mediator Kestir and the belongings. Transporter Room One." As the screen went black, he turned in his command chair to face his First Officer.

He glanced down at the PADD Keir had given him. A full bridge watch rotation, already drafted. Good. S/he's on the ball, thinking ahead. He set it aside for a moment to address Keir's earlier question. "You're right about our shifts, Commander," he said, keeping his voice low. "One of us should be on the bridge at all times. We'll need to alternate our rest periods to make sure that happens."

"As ready as it can be, noted. Thank you, Keir. Good work."  He then acknowledged Keir's report about the quarters.

With the VIP's arrival now imminent, Ameen straightened, his focus shifting to the entire bridge. "Ops," he said, his voice carrying command, "Acknowledge Trill Control. Inform them we are ready to receive the Mediator and her belongings in Transporter Room One."

He looked to the security station. 

"Lieutenant Gath, alert your honor guard. Proceed to Transporter Room One to receive the Ambassador's effects and escort her to quarters."

He then looked to the tactical station. "Ensign Powl," Ameen said, his voice sharp and focused, "I want you personally overseeing this transport from your station. Monitor the inbound beam for any energy fluctuations or signature anomalies. I want to know the second anything seems out of place. No surprises on this, Ensign."

He stood up from his chair. 

A 136-year-old diplomat who just had an urgent medical procedure and is about to be whisked away on a three-week journey... No, I'm not leaving her greeting to a junior officer. This was a task for the command team...

"Commander Keir," he said, gesturing for hir to join him. "You're with me. Let's go welcome our guest aboard personally."

"Lieutenant," he turned to the science station where Amila Ra'an was on duty. "You have the bridge. Keep us in standard orbit, but be prepared for a quick departure."

With a final nod, Ameen headed for the turbolift, expecting his First Officer to be right beside him. 

I guess the quiet part of their journey was officially over...

== Next post: Transporter Rooms ==

[Gath]

Gath sent the message to Sam and the Honor Guard to form up in Transporter Room 1. "Yes, sir. Honor Guard is on their way now."

He then had a Security Officer, who was standing by, take over for him. As the Captain and FO headed to the Transporter Room, he followed.

>>> Transporter Rooms >>>

[Keir 77]

Keir nodded in gratitude for the CO's compliments and silently agreed that they needed to rework their shifts, but that was something that would wait for later.

Strangely; as this being the first official circumstance that s/he would represent the ship as First Officer; Keir felt no apprehension whatsoever. Yes this was an important mission and they all knew that the crew was being watched to see how well they worked together; but the Hermat had become confident that this team could handle almost anything.

S/he fell into lockstep with the CO and departed the bridge.

>> Transporter room>>

[Amila Ra'an]

Amila stood up as Commander Ameen left the Bridge under her watch yet again. The second time in what felt like as many days.

Ameen had said to be prepared for a quick departure. And then there were the Ambassador's words, leave as soon as possible. That was what he had said... As soon as possible.

She had questions, but they were merely speculative, so she didn't try to stop Ameen and Keir as they left the Bridge. Though she was somewhat anxious about possibly being the one to give the order to leave orbit, she wasn't about to show it as she walked across the Bridge and stood in the command center. She turned to Tactical first.

"Ensign Powl, can you notify me when Mediator Kestir is safely on board, please."

"Petty Officer Molina, please let me know if we hear anything else from Trill."

"Lieutenant Krandell, I need you to please have a course ready that gets out of Trill's immediate vicinity. Make sure it's nothing too far away just yet." If she did have to give the order she wanted to make sure they were only on their way to regroup.

Amila's requests to the crew were polite and sounded much more confident than she was feeling. After addressing the helm officer Amila finally sat down in the command chair. She took a measured breath as she fiddled with the controls on the armrest. She was much more comfortable with the interface at her science station, but it was difficult to look at everyone from that vantage point. Probably nothing out of the ordinary would happen, but she felt the need to be ready just in case.


==Tags Powl, Optional Krandell==

==GM Input Please: Are there any further communications from Trill, either before or after the mediator beams aboard? Thank you!==

[GM-06]

The only communications from Trill are regarding the position of the mediator, and the red-flagged added comment advising the ship to beam the mediator and their things up to the ship as soon as possible.

[Jukish Keti]

Coming on the Bridge quietly, Keti seen Ra'an at the center chair. It was a place that she seemed to be destined for, she had a lot of great qualities as a leader. He felt refreshed after some time to unwind, and find more of the answers. Keti started to get some great clarity, he was always looking for a little more balance.

The view of Trill kind of reminded him of home, even if the views of the oceans were wrong. "Lieutenant." He said to Ra'an to announce his presence. "Transporter logs should confirm the beam up status." They could access those records from Ops. 

Right now there wasn't much of interest going on for his department, but there were other things to do. He started with a systems check, just to make sure that there was nothing wrong.

==Tag==

[Torok Powl]

"Ensign Powl," Ameen said, his voice sharp and focused, "I want you personally overseeing this transport from your station. Monitor the inbound beam for any energy fluctuations or signature anomalies. I want to know the second anything seems out of place. No surprises on this, Ensign."

Powl heard the instructions and absorbed them.  Everything about this particular assignment seemed to carry a wisp of mystery.  Something that remained unspoken or unknown to some parties involved.  It was if this mission were to be Top Secret, and yet the mission parameters and overall design did not carry with it that level of concern.  While the painstakingly careful construction of negotiated terms were tantamount to furthering a little bigger slice of peace in a tumultuous galaxy; the galaxy would not end if these two planets still wouldn't see eye to eye after this summit. 

"Aye, sir.  I will see to it." 

Powl understood his assignment, and decided he was going to give the same level of attention he would if the aforementioned scenario was hypothetically possible.  On a separate screen, in addition to his current readouts of the Zephyr, he loaded the readouts of the scans of the inbound teams to watch them in real time as the transfer was to take place.  Specifically he was searching for any anomaly, power fluctuation, signal blip, atmospheric echo, or anything out the usual occurrence of a transport of a 136 year old diplomat with a symbiote. 

Although a transport was fairly menial task and relatively low risk for this time period, there was still a risk.  The weight of the responsibility of the mission was bearing down heavily on the green crew.  As the Torok awaited for the transfer to begin, the emotion level and tension was palpable on the bridge.  Normally very calm and level headed individuals seemed to be experiencing elevated respiration and pulse rates. 

Getting the ship out of spacedock is one thing.  Managing a mission with a high value person is quite another.  

"Ensign Powl, can you notify me when Mediator Kestir is safely on board, please."

"Aye, Lieutenant." And Torok decided to add something.  He sensed the baited breath of the crew and decided to contribute to hopefully provide a calming and reassuring statement.  "I am monitoring the transfer in real time on my readouts here."

He wasn't sure if it would have any affect, but it was an attempt.  The unbalanced emotional variation experience by other species sometimes perplexed him and he didn't truly comprehend what would or would not ease the situation.

As he was finishing his evaluation the transport had begun.

"Transport has begun, Lieutenant." Shortly thereafter, per usual operations, the transport was complete. "Transport complete, Lieutenant."

==GM Input:  Are the systems involved in good working order prior to transport? Any readings as Powl is observing the transport?==

[Torok Powl]

Powl's comm chirped to life before the transport began.  In it, it could be heard a voice saying:

"Energize"

There was the hesitation of the sound of the transporters coming through and then finally some conversation.  A voice came through the comm channel loud and clear.

“C’had Kestir,” he spoke  “Mistress Kestir tragically died in her sleep the other night, they had to do an emergency surgery – woke me up at three am, can you imagine! But I’m so happy to be here. I’m properly qualified of course, I wouldn’t be here if I wasn’t –wouldn't be Kestir if I wasn’t! I’m so looking forward to these three weeks together!”

Torok had noted that there had been an unexpected delay that resulted in waiting for Kestir and until now.  And now the reason and cause of the delay was immediately revealed. Things certainly had been flipped on its head and now the new Kesitr appeared to be resoundingly boisterous, vitality, and vigor.  This could have serious repercussions for the summit as the were expected a 136 year old Kestir, and now there was somebody very different.  Although, the symbiote would retain all of the memories and personality of the previous hosts, to many humanoid species, this was a foreign concept and could be perceived as betrayal or worse, a trap.

Muting the channel, Powl addressed the command chair, namely Lieutenant Ra'an.

"Lieutenant, apparently Kestir, is now a different Kestir."

[Amila Ra'an]

"Lieutenant," Keti said to Ra'an to announce his presence. "Transporter logs should confirm the beam up status."

Amila smiled warmly at Keti as her fellow science officer stepped on to the Bridge. "Actually, Ensign Powl was just asked by the Captain to personally monitor the transport our VIP guest from his station here," she informed him. "Great timing, actually. Do you want to man the science station?" There was also the cultural immersion holodeck program they were supposed to meet on later this afternoon, but assuming there were no major crises to handle, there may be an opportunity for them to touch base on their ideas once things slowed down here.

"It's been quiet, but we've been asked to keep an eye out for anything unusual, as always," Amila said explaining further.

Moments after Amila had finished addressing Lieutenant Jukish's arrival, Ensign Powl announced that the Mediator's transport was complete. It was the open comm line that got Amila out of her seat, though. The boisterous voice of a young male filled the Bridge, in what was obviously an enthusiastic and energetic greeting before Powl muted the comm. Amila sprung out of the command chair and quickly turned toward Powl, her eyes wide with surprise.

[Fantastic to be here! Wow, you really pulled out all the stops, didn’t you Captain?!] 

The male's voice dropped to a more provocative tone as he continued: [Oh, my. Tall dark and handsome, meet tall dark and handsome!] 

And then he laughed before continuing. 

[Gorgeous, and tough!] 

And finally a name for the voice, and the explanation that they had been waiting for. 

[C’had Kestir. Mistress Kestir tragically died in her sleep the other night, they had to do an emergency surgery – woke me up at three am, can you imagine! But I’m so happy to be here. I’m properly qualified of course, I wouldn’t be here if I wasn’t –wouldn't be Kestir if I wasn’t! I’m so looking forward to these three weeks together!]

Amila did not do well to suppress her amusement at the flamboyant greeting they had just overheard, a small smile playing on her lips.

Muting the channel, Powl addressed Lieutenant Ra'an who was now standing in front of the command chair. "Lieutenant, apparently Kestir, is now a different Kestir."

"So we heard," Amila acknowledged, an amused expression still on her face. "I don't suppose they have an updated dossier for us. Not that they would, C'had Kestir has existed less than a day. I suppose our orders from Trill are still the same. Attend to Kestir's every need. It seems as though that should be simple enough if he's as friendly as first impressions go anyway."

Amila turned to walk toward the Operations station, stopping just far enough back to see that the communication lines from Trill were still dark. No incoming messages, which she supposed was good news at this point. The questions about the emergency medical procedure answered simply by Kestir's arrival.

==Tags==

[GM-06]

All ship readings are good-to-go. The USS Zephyr appeared to be ready for anything the ship may come across. As Powl observed the transport of the mediator, it is easy to see that the life sign readings are not of an elderly Trill female, but a young and viral Trill male, as the comms would communicate.

A closer look at the readings from inside the transporter would show that this individual did in fact have a Symbiont inside of them.

[Morad Ameen]

The turbolift doors swished open, depositing Ameen and Keir back onto the bridge. The atmosphere was different from when they'd left. The quiet focus was gone, replaced by a low murmur of hushed conversations and surreptitious glances. Ameen could feel the ripple effect of C'had Kestir's... declaration... spreading through the crew.

He walked towards the command center, his expression a neutral mask that betrayed none of the disbelief he was still processing. He acknowledged Lieutenant Ra'an as first.

"Thank you Lieutenant, I have the bridge," Ameen said, his voice calm and even as took back the center seat. He took a second to let out a long winded sigh before placing a hand on his head and rubbing his temples as if massaging away a headache.

Well, that happened, he thought, his mind replaying the scene in the transporter room. All that planning for a frail, elderly woman, out the airlock. Now we have... C'had. A one-man diplomatic incident waiting to happen. The mission just got a lot more complicated. And I'm pretty sure Gath is already calculating how many good deeds this 'babysitting' detail will count towards his entry into Sto-vo-kor... Songs will be sung for our legendary patience in dealing with this p'takh...

He needed to get his team refocused.

"Everyone," he said, calling his senior staff on the bridge to attention. "A moment."

He waited for them to turn their attention to him.

"Alright. Our guest is... not what the dossier led us to believe," he stated, the model of understatement. "However, the mission remains the same: we are to escort the Kestir symbiont safely to the negotiations and make sure he is well prepared and has all the tools he needs to ensure success. The... personality of the new host is simply a new variable we must manage." He leaned forward slightly. "First impressions are now more critical than ever. We need to establish a professional, welcoming, and unambiguously Starfleet tone. To that end, we will proceed with the formal dinner in the Mediator's honor. This evening. Dress uniforms."

"Commander Keir," he looked directly at his First Officer. "Please liaise with my yeoman, Petty Officer Jensen, and the Chief Steward to make the arrangements for the dinner. I want it done by the book. Everything must be seamless. Coordinate Lieutenant Gath on the security and protocol for the event. I want a security detail present, but discreet."

"Lieutenant Ra'an," he said, turning to his...

Wait... what exactly is she to me... is she my gi... oh... not now... focus Morad!  

He turned to his Chief Science Officer. 

"The dossier mentioned Kestir's interest in the cultures of Veld and Taveres. This dinner is our first opportunity to demonstrate our commitment to helping him prepare. I want you to prepare a concise preliminary briefing on the key cultural points of both worlds. Something we can discuss. Perhaps you can also advise the galley on a few appropriate, traditional dishes we might offer, even if the Mediator himself prefers... bland."

"Ensign Powl," he nodded to Tactical, "coordinate with Lieutenant Ra'an. Based on your research, prepare a tactical overview of the Veld-Taveres system to accompany her cultural brief. Nothing alarming, just situational awareness for the senior staff." He added, his tone underscoring the importance of the next point, "Furthermore, your department will be responsible for handling all formal communications with the authorities on Veld and Taveres. Transmit our progress, planned route, and final ETA. Ensure you have the correct diplomatic contact protocols and channels on file."

"Ameen to Sickbay," he said, opening a channel to Sickbay, "the dossier's medical information on the host is now obviously out of date. Can you advise on any general dietary or medical considerations for a new Trill host following an emergency joining? We need to ensure the menu is appropriate."

Let's show our guest full Starfleet hospitality, and maybe get a better measure of the man we're dealing with in a more structured setting. And hopefully, keep him occupied for a few hours...

He settled back into his command chair, watching as his officers began to move with a renewed sense of purpose. He then turned his attention to the helm. 

"Lieutenant Krandall," Ameen said, his voice now crisp with command, "the Trill asked us to leave as soon as possible. Take us out of orbit, standard departure. Once we are clear of the system, lay in the preliminary course from Science and engage. We'll start with a cruising speed of Warp 5 until we have the full two-week travel plan finalized. Let's get underway."

The USS Zephyr was on the move again, but the nature of its precious cargo had changed the mission entirely.

== Tag  ==

[Keir 77]

On the way up to the bridge Keir kept hir gaze down and was silent. S/he hoped that the Commander understood the impact of what had just occurred. S/he was still fighting hir primal instincts as they entered the bridge and stood with Cdr Ameen as he briefed the bridge crew on the new variables for the upcoming mission.
 
 Turning to hir, he gave his FO clear instructions regarding a welcoming dinner, and once he was done giving all the pertinent orders, s/he excused hirself and summoned Petty officer Jensen and the Chief steward to a meeting in the briefing room; regarding the arrangements for the Ambassador's dinner.
 
 Without saying anything inappropriate s/he informed them of the changes regarding the 'new' Ambassador and 'suggested' discretely that all the staff serving the meal and attending should be male. Both present would notice that the First officer seemed a bit flustered but s/he did manage to go through all the relevant issues and appeared pleased that both of them were focused on what was necessary for the Ambassador's welcoming dinner.
 Adding "If you encounter any issues whatsoever, please contact me immediately and we will work them out together." And with a nod they both conveyed their confidence in what was discussed and made their way through the bridge while the FO made hir way to sit next to Commander Ameen and briefed him on all the relevant details including the gender choices.
 
 S/he then sat there quietly and at a moment when everyone was focused on their duties, s/he spoke discreetly with him.
 
"Please tell me that I do not have to sit next to him at that dinner Sir? He has already invited me to his quarters, and we both know why."
 
Ameen would note that s/he was under control and the request was made without any emotional context.
 
==Tags==

[Amila Ra'an]

Amila stepped out of the way as Commander Ameen walked into the command center, though she remained nearby as the Captain called the crew to attention. She sensed that both he and the first officer seemed more on edge than they were when they had left a few moments ago and was eyeing them carefully as she listened to their next steps. The science officer wondered what she was missing. The mission hadn't changed, and it seemed premature to her for them to be overly concerned about a change in hosts for the Kestir symbiont three weeks ahead of negotiations.

"Lieutenant Ra'an," Amila noted that Ameen paused for the briefest moment before continuing with her instructions. She listened intently as he went over her roles in the preparations for the dinner. She nodded enthusiastically, her mind already buzzing with ideas to keep the briefing on point. Professional and Starfleet, but she wanted to try to accomplish that with a bit of flair given what she could glean from C'had Kestir's personality over the briefly open comms.

Amila smiled and nodded at Ensign Powl when the Commander announced that they would be working together. It was her signal to him that she was looking for to it. She'd always found him more than amenable, friendly even, if he'd accept that compliment. And one of the most efficient officers she'd had the pleasure of working with during her time on Titania.

Once she saw Ameen settle in after giving the helm officer his orders Amila went to approach Commander Ameen. She was approaching the task with enthusiasm, it was something different, but she felt up for it.

"Commander, I do think reworking the menu is in order. Considering how one's sense of taste works from a physiological perspective, I doubt we can rely on any of Aed'na Tlapo's preferences. I think a full service buffet with a wide variety of options from the two worlds as you suggested would be a good option, and maybe highlight some key dishes at the table. I think I have some ideas - not just with food, but with the briefing as well. But, if we're pulling this together for tonight I should get to work. Given the uh..."

Amila paused as she looked for the right word. "Youthful spirit we heard over open comms, I'd like to bring more energy to the program than what we originally had planned. Still professional and Starfleet of course, I understand the assigment." Forgetting to check herself for a moment, she flashed him a smile. 


==Tag Commander Ameen==

==Tag for GM Input: Can you give Amila any information for this briefing, key cultural points as she was ordered - specifically any notes of contention or conflict to be thinking about? But she will also be looking for interesting and/or entertaining points from their cultures to try to make the briefing something more than a dry presentation. Are there music, dance, literature, customs, etc. that could be highlighted and perhaps worked into an entertainment element of the briefing/dinner party?

Also, are there any food dishes from Veld and/or Taveres that should be highlighted? (If it is typical Human, Betazed, Vulcan, Bajoran - any favorites among the planets?) 

Thank you, GM-06!==

[Evie O’Fee]

The answer came back shortly after  [Sickbay to Commander Ameen, it is imperative that the new Host checks in Sickbay, the risk of rejection in a new host is high and there is only a small window of time to avoid anything serious.]

==Don't forget to double post communications==

[Morad Ameen]

Ameen had just finished giving his directives, and already his senior staff were reacting, adapting the plan. It was exactly what he needed to see. He first addressed his first officer, who had leaned in to ask a quiet, concerned question about the dinner seating.

Of course Keir is worried about that. C'had made a direct and unprofessional overture. I can't have my young FO feeling harassed...

"I'll handle the seating chart personally, Commander," Ameen reassured Keir quietly, giving a firm, understanding nod. "Regarding the dinner itself, you will not be required to attend. I need my First Officer on the bridge, commanding this ship, while I... assess our guest. You can have the conn for the duration of the event if you wish. Your concern is noted."

Before he could say more, Lieutenant Ra'an approached from her station, her enthusiasm a welcome change from the tension of the last hour. He listened to her suggestions about the menu and briefing.

Well dang it... I can listen to her talk for hours... Ahem... but this is very good point in any case...

"Yes. An excellent idea, Lieutenant," Ameen said, a genuine smile touching his lips. "A full buffet is much more versatile, and your idea to make the briefing more energetic is sound. You have a green light to proceed with your plans. Get to it."

It seemed, for a moment, like they were getting a handle on things, building a new plan. Then, the comm system chirped, a priority message from Sickbay. Doctor O'Fee's voice was clear and urgent.

[Sickbay to Commander Ameen, it is imperative that the new Host checks in Sickbay, the risk of rejection in a new host is high and there is only a small window of time to avoid anything serious.]

Ameen's expression went from cautiously optimistic to deadly serious in an instant.

Rejection risk. Small window of time. That was it. That was the "urgent medical procedure" the Ambassador had mentioned and the reason for his panic. Kestir isn't just eccentric; he could be medically unstable...

He immediately opened a channel back to Sickbay. "Acknowledged, Doctor. He will be enroute to you shortly."

Closing the channel, he then tapped his combadge.

"Ameen to Lieutenant Gath. I know you just got our guest settled," he said, his voice clipped and all business, "but plans have changed. Doctor O'Fee has identified a critical and time-sensitive medical concern. You are to escort Mediator Kestir from his quarters to Sickbay immediately. Use your discretion, but this is a priority one task. Acknowledge."

He then addressed the bridge at large, his voice leaving no room for doubt. "Mediator Kestir is being escorted from his quarters to Sickbay for an urgent medical evaluation at Doctor O'Fee's request. All departments are to prioritize any requests from Medical until further notice." He paused, then looked to his senior staff. "Commander Keir, Lieutenant Ra'an, we will proceed with preparations for the dinner on the assumption Doctor O'Fee can stabilize the situation. Continue with your planning."

The quiet part of their journey had lasted all of five minutes.

== Tag ==

[Gath]

A very brief reply came across the comm, in an equally all business manner, [Acknowledged, sir.]

[Amila Ra'an]

Lieutenant Ra'an was happy to have Commander Ameen's encouragement to move forward on additions to the VIP dinner plans. She was excited for the opportunity to hopefully impress their guest at dinner, or at the very least provide a few hours of moderate entertainment and good food. It was important to her that this mission go well. Regardless of whatever it was that was going on with her and the Commander, she believed he deserved this command and the best that they all could give him. It was also her first assignment as a senior staff member, and even though the assignments she had volunteered for weren't calculating temporal loops, she did feel that she was good with people and had something to offer.

She could sense the concerns regarding changes in plans around the new host - and Amila had to admit the personality that they heard over the open comms was not what she had expected when they were preparing to entertain an elderly woman. However, Amila had always been able to adapt pretty quickly to changes, and she enjoyed a little excitement every now and then. She also enjoyed a lively dinner party, and it seemed from what little they had been able to glean over the open comm channel that C'had Kestir likely would as well.

She had started to walk over to coordinate with Lieutenant Jukish regarding Bridge coverage for the next few hours as well as their holoprogram project when she heard the communication from Sickbay that caused her to pause and listen to the recent development, and Ameen's subsequent orders.

He then addressed the bridge at large, his voice leaving no room for doubt. "Mediator Kestir is being escorted from his quarters to Sickbay for an urgent medical evaluation at Doctor O'Fee's request. All departments are to prioritize any requests from Medical until further notice." He paused, then looked to his senior staff. "Commander Keir, Lieutenant Ra'an, we will proceed with preparations for the dinner on the assumption Doctor O'Fee can stabilize the situation. Continue with your planning."

Amila waited a beat to make sure that she wasn't speaking over anyone and then offered some encouragement.

"I'm sure it's just precautionary. I doubt that the authorities at Trill wouldn't have been in such a hurry for us to be on our way with the Mediator if there were any real risk with this particular joining," she suggested. "And we were already preparing for a worst case scenario." She nodded soberly, though encouragingly. Though, they were both maintaining an elevated level of formality on the Bridge since Ameen had taken command, Amila was more comfortable speaking freely in his presence than she was for their first couple of days on board the Zephyr. 

Though the science officer did recall something about a three to four day window now that the medical officer had mentioned it, still, symbiont lives were too important for them to risk. It would surely be fine.

"I'm sure that once Dr. O'Fee clears him our guest will be looking forward to some good food and company this evening." Amila added. "The staff have likely already started their preparations, so I'll head down now go over some possible changes with them, with your permission, of course."   

==Tags==

[GM-06]

The technology levels on the planets in mutual disagreement are nowhere near what the Federation would consider to be problematic. The only ships that have been made are for transport, and there are no large-sized weapons on either planet. One planet is more agrarian, the other more industrial, and they have lived in rough symbiosis for many years.

Veld common dishes are more like traditional Asian dishes: sushi and sashami; pho; ramen; kimchi.
Taveres common dishes are similar to old, old British Isles dishes: resembling a ploughman's lunch; toad-in-the-hole; fish pie; beef wellington.

Any more information would be classified for the negotiator's eyes only, which, if asked, C'Had could be persuaded to share.

[Morad Ameen]

The bridge settled back into a tense, watchful quiet. The initial chaos of C'had Kestir's arrival had been replaced by the focused hum of a crew awaiting its next set of orders. Ameen heard Lieutenant Gath's crisp acknowledgement over the comm.

Good. Gath is on it. Kestir is on his way to Sickbay...

He saw Lieutenant Ra'an offer some encouraging words about the situation. He appreciated the sentiment; she was right to try and keep morale steady. 

She's already thinking like a leader...

 As she walked back toward her science station, his eyes followed her for a moment longer than was probably professional. Her curves, the way she moved... it was full of grace and confidence. He could just sit here and just watch her for hours... He quickly snapped his gaze back to the main viewscreen as he cleared his throat.

Right. Focus, Morad...

"Thank you for the insight, Lieutenant," he said, acknowledging her earlier comments. "You make a good point about the Trill's caution. Let's hope it's just a standard precaution. Permission granted of course."

With nothing to do but wait, Ameen turned to his command chair's console. He brought up the Zephyr's main diagnostic display, his fingers moving with familiar ease. He reviewed the engine performance logs from their trip, the structural integrity field status, the power distribution reports. Everything looked stable. At least the ship is holding together well. That's one less thing to worry about.

He glanced at Keir, then back at the viewscreen showing the stars streaming by.

Okay. One diplomatic bombshell dealt with, for now. One medical emergency in progress. And one... utterly captivating Chief Science Officer... I really just want a quiet moment with her when the dust is settled... I... I think I miss her... 

He sighed and ran a hand over his face. All he could do now was trust his people. The next report would have to come from Doctor O'Fee, and it would likely decide the course of their entire evening.

== Tag ==

[Amila Ra'an]

Amila wondered if she was being too forward as she waited for Ameen to give her his official response to her suggestion that she check on preparations.

"Thank you for the insight, Lieutenant," Ameen said, acknowledging her earlier comments. "You make a good point about the Trill's caution. Let's hope it's just a standard precaution. Permission granted of course."

“Thank you, Commander,” she replied seriously, her tone now even more formal and professional than before.

Ameen had mentioned that she and Powl should coordinate on a briefing for the mediator, so she turned to the Tactical Chief before leaving the Bridge. “I’ll be in the Fairwinds Lounge, most likely until it’s time to change for the dinner. If you’d like to stop by to coordinate, or plan to meet somewhere else, I’m flexible. Just let me know when you’re available.”

After speaking with Powl, she stopped by the science station to address Keti. “You should stop by too, if you like. Some of the research you’ve been doing for our holodeck simulations might be helpful for what I’m thinking.”

Once Amila had finished talking to Keti she made her way to the turbolift, and let out a heavy sigh as the doors closed in front of her. 

As Ameen was responding to her earlier, she was trying to assess the other crew member’s reactions - particularly Commander Keir’s, since she knew that Ameen had told the First Officer about the two of them. She felt self-conscious receiving compliments from him on the Bridge. He had warned her that people could resent her accomplishments if the two of them were to pursue a romantic relationship. She didn’t think anyone else could have known about their one date, and other than his brief visit a few nights ago, they hadn’t spent any time together outside of the Bridge. However, word gets out in strange ways on a starship.

She also found herself briefly wondering if the compliments were warranted. Would Captain Fields have been so generous with her praise, she wondered as the turbolift came to halt.

Stop thinking like that, Amila. You have work to do. 

She made herself smile as the doors opened for her and she stepped off of the turbolift. She needed to let the dinner preparation crew know about the changes, and they weren’t going to be able to put a peppy twist on this VIP dinner if she walked into Fairwinds Lounge looking anxious.


==Tags, and next post Crew Mess==

[Gath]

== Sorry for the delay, I missed this in post #81, but will remedy it now... ==

Lt Krandall rolled his eyes at the chaotic events unfolding on the ship around him. The CO was quite clear in wanting to exit the Trill space though, so he effortlessly brought them around to the correct heading and broke orbit. He even did so in what would be considered a kind of combat flight maneuver, but fortunately there is no real "up" direction in space. Having effectively reoriented the ship in a matter of seconds, he punched it up to the agreed upon warp and mumbled to himself, "...and the monkey flips the switch..."

Naturally, none of the crew felt the inertial effects of the direction change. It would have only mattered for those watching the screen for that brief moment.

Krandall then reported, "Course laid in, sir... warp 5."

[Keir 77]

Keir was quiet through al that was happening aboard. Between the new Ambassador's apparent attitude towards women and the upcoming and complex mission ahead the FO decided to keep hir head down and focus on what the ship and crew needed to be doing related to the journey.

 S/he had met with Petty officer Jensen and the Chief steward and after accessing the respective cultural culinary preferences s/he had passed all of the research on to them and suggested that they speak with the CO as to who would be handling the details regarding the menu.

 As a Hermat s/he was a long way from being a person who could relate to cultural palates, and when Amila took over the responsibility for the cuisine s/he was secretly pleased
 
 Keir began researching  the cultural, societal, environmental and technological facets of the two very divergent civilizations. Interfacing with hir Engineering team Keir chose to come up with two disparate 3D and auditory displays showcasing the strengths of the two cultures.

The beauty of the landscape and the focus on the natural wonders of the world of Tavaras showcasing the music, cuisine and their choice to live within and to protect the wonders of nature all around them.
 
 Yet the wonders of the Veld civilization which had used technology to highlight the amazing and beautiful wonders their civilization had created using their advanced knowledge were no less amazing and beautiful.

 As soon as s/he had passed all this on to hir team Keir turned to address Commander Ameen. He appeared to be dealing with something but the FO felt it was hir duty to support him and spoke up, passing one of hir Paads to Cdr. Ameen.

 "I and my team are working on the displays highlighting the strengths and beauty of the two divergent worlds and I am heading down to meet them and see how this will interface with the meal arrangements. We have some research done and will be working to fine tune it within the confines of the room." Nodding to the Paad s/he had given him Keir added.

 "I am going to meet them and discuss this with Lt. Ra'an to ensure this meshes with her work. I will be in touch if I am needed Sir."

==Assuming S/he has a nod of approval Keir heads for the lift.==

>>Fairwinds Lounge>>

[Torok Powl]

"Ensign Powl," he nodded to Tactical, "coordinate with Lieutenant Ra'an. Based on your research, prepare a tactical overview of the Veld-Taveres system to accompany her cultural brief. Nothing alarming, just situational awareness for the senior staff." He added, his tone underscoring the importance of the next point, "Furthermore, your department will be responsible for handling all formal communications with the authorities on Veld and Taveres. Transmit our progress, planned route, and final ETA. Ensure you have the correct diplomatic contact protocols and channels on file."

"Aye, sir."  Hearing his orders, he looked over at Lieutenant Ra'an briefly to catch her nodding at him and he returned the gesture. 

It appears we have a great deal to discuss.  

Powl immediately began researching the proper protocols for their situation.  Naturally, there had already been a great deal of precedent dealing with the progression of diplomatic discussion, negotiation, and communication.  However, each situation had its own idiosyncratic differences and therefore should be checked before the application of such knowledge.   A single detail missed could mean the difference in a successful treaty; or it may turn to all out war.  

"Lieutenant Krandal, please transmit your current progress and flight plan in a continuous stream for my readouts.  I will be monitoring those from hear and providing routine prescribed updates to the receiving parties in the Veld-Taveres planets."  

Powl had already finished his research on the tactical potential obstacles that they may encounter.  Fortunately, it did not seem that either parties had the capability of disrupting the Zephyr as their technology seemed far less advanced than that of even a very old Federation vessel.  

"Commander, prior to your orders I had already conducted research into the capabilities of both Veld and Taveres.  Neither of those civilizations have any technology from a tactical standpoint that can contend with Federation technology.  Even as mature as the Zephyr is, our technology dwarfs theirs.  We would not be concerned with anything that they could produce.  

While that is all true, we shall maintain our vigilance to ensure the safe operations of the summit between these planets.  I will have a brief prepared for you and Commander Keir shortly.  Once complete, you will receive the notification on your PADD."

Lieutenant Ra'an took a moment to stop by his station.  

"Where would you like to begin on the cultural aspect of our brief?"

[Keir 77]

<<Crew mess<<

Keir returned to the bridge from the preparation that Lt Ra'an was making to get the crew mess ready for the dinner; and s/he sat back next to the Captain

" I spoke with Lt Ra'an and provided her with the members of my Engineering team that she requested to assist her with her plans for the dinner."

Keir made a couple of notations in hir Paad and completed what s/he needed to add in relation to what s/he had earlier discussed with Cdr Ameen and then turned to hir CO

"Everything I mentioned to you earlier regarding the Chief Science officer's preparations and plans for the dinner proved to be completely on track.
She has done some amazing work Sir and deserves all due credit for how she has gotten everything together for this event in such a short time.

Is there anything else you need me to do?"

==Tags==

[Amila Ra'an]

==Before Amila left the Bridge for Fairwinds Lounge==

"Where would you like to begin on the cultural aspect of our brief?" Powl's question to her was direct.

Of course he would want a more clear plan. I should have known better.

Amila thought for a moment. "How about in the Fairwinds Lounge after your finished here? I imagine the room will be set up by then. Not only will we be able to make sure we're on the same page with the briefing, but we can nail down how we want to use the space while we're at it." She gave the tactical officer an easy smile, unbothered by the Vulcan's stoic nature.


==Tag to Powl - Pick up in Fairwinds?==