11-28-2025, 06:05 AM
>> Bridge >>
The doors hissed shut, cutting off the ambient hum of the bridge and replacing it with the quiet stillness of the Captain's sanctuary. Ameen walked over to the small replicator station set into the wall, the viewports behind his desk streaking with the passing stars of warp travel.
"Can I get you anything, Mediator?" Ameen asked, his tone easy as he glanced back at the Trill. "Coffee? Raktajino? Or perhaps something with a bit more... restorative power for the morning after?"
He didn't wait for an answer before ordering a black coffee for himself. The replicator hummed, and the rich aroma filled the small space. Ameen took the cup and moved to his desk, but he didn't sit immediately. Instead, he leaned against the edge of it, crossing his ankles and holding the mug in both hands—a slightly less formal posture than sitting behind the desk would have been. He wanted C'had to feel comfortable speaking freely.
"You mentioned a private matter," Ameen prompted, taking a sip of the hot liquid. He gestured to the comfortable chairs opposite him. "Please, have a seat. You have the floor."
Let's hear it, he thought, bracing himself slightly. What have you cooked up now?
== Tag GM ==
The doors hissed shut, cutting off the ambient hum of the bridge and replacing it with the quiet stillness of the Captain's sanctuary. Ameen walked over to the small replicator station set into the wall, the viewports behind his desk streaking with the passing stars of warp travel.
"Can I get you anything, Mediator?" Ameen asked, his tone easy as he glanced back at the Trill. "Coffee? Raktajino? Or perhaps something with a bit more... restorative power for the morning after?"
He didn't wait for an answer before ordering a black coffee for himself. The replicator hummed, and the rich aroma filled the small space. Ameen took the cup and moved to his desk, but he didn't sit immediately. Instead, he leaned against the edge of it, crossing his ankles and holding the mug in both hands—a slightly less formal posture than sitting behind the desk would have been. He wanted C'had to feel comfortable speaking freely.
"You mentioned a private matter," Ameen prompted, taking a sip of the hot liquid. He gestured to the comfortable chairs opposite him. "Please, have a seat. You have the floor."
Let's hear it, he thought, bracing himself slightly. What have you cooked up now?
== Tag GM ==