05-08-2025, 08:18 PM
A timer chimed on Addison's terminal, rousing the platinum-haired Betazoid from her thoughts. Since being assigned as Fleet Captain for the Bajor Sector, she had found her days filled with essentially being the "middle-woman" between the Admiralty representatives in the area, and the Captains themselves. It was exhausting, and were it not for the regeneration alcove in her quarters, she was sure she would have long-ago collapsed. Rising from her chair, Addison absentmindedly scratched the remnants of the cranial implants that had been removed from the left side of her scalp. The ugly red scar that descended over her left eye marked where the occular implants had been removed, slightly less-than-expertly, and where her cloned left eye didn't quite match her right eye.
Just another day in the life of an xB...
Checking her appointment timetable, Addison raised an eyebrow. Ameen. Why did she remember that name? The Zephyr position, that was it. The Zephyr's command crew were in seclusion following an unauthorised jaunt across the Demilitarized Zone, and Starfleet Intelligence were allegedly grilling them. Hard. That the Cardassians hadn't demanded their extradition was a surprise to all involved, and was likely the reason for such intense attention.
Still, there was work to be done and Starfleet was loathe to have a ship hanging around. Ameen and a selection of other officers had been selected to temporarily staff the ship, the permanent disposition of which was yet to be decided.
Walking to the door to her office, Addison looked down into Ops and saw the graying Engineer-turned-First Officer waiting.
"Commander Ameen? Come with me, please?"
With an outstretched hand, Addison beckoned the man into the office where they could discuss matters privately.
Just another day in the life of an xB...
Checking her appointment timetable, Addison raised an eyebrow. Ameen. Why did she remember that name? The Zephyr position, that was it. The Zephyr's command crew were in seclusion following an unauthorised jaunt across the Demilitarized Zone, and Starfleet Intelligence were allegedly grilling them. Hard. That the Cardassians hadn't demanded their extradition was a surprise to all involved, and was likely the reason for such intense attention.
Still, there was work to be done and Starfleet was loathe to have a ship hanging around. Ameen and a selection of other officers had been selected to temporarily staff the ship, the permanent disposition of which was yet to be decided.
Walking to the door to her office, Addison looked down into Ops and saw the graying Engineer-turned-First Officer waiting.
"Commander Ameen? Come with me, please?"
With an outstretched hand, Addison beckoned the man into the office where they could discuss matters privately.