We've Docked!

Posted on Tue Feb 19th, 2019 @ 6:36pm by Captain Enalia Telvan

Mission: Recovery Trek
Location: Captain's Ready Room
Timeline: 2396

They had somehow arrived at Deep Space Nine and successfully docked with only a few minor security incidents aboard the USS Hera. Most of which had been caused by their own Starfleet counterparts being nosy about the ship itself. It seemed most of the Romulans were content to just wait out their time and hope for the best while the collected races of the Federation were far more curious about their surroundings.

With the Intel ship tethered to one of the lower docking pylons though, so as to stay out of sight of the promenade populace, Captain Enalia Telvan and Captain James Kurland of the station hoped they would be able to minimize the questions of the locals at least.

With the refugee schedules now being coordinated, Enalia was now at her desk and finally relaxing for what felt the first time since this whole thing kicked off. And what was she going to do? She was going to call the station's commander.

Punching in the comm codes, they went right through. "Kurland here. What can I do for you, Captain Telvan?"

Enalia smiled politely at the by now signature figure aboard the station. "It's good to see you again, Captain. I was just calling to let you know that docking went well on our end and we've begun shuttle and transfer operations with your people. With around eight hundred people, it's going to take a while though. Especially when nearly two hundred of them are Romulan and suspected Tal Shiar."

"Tal Shiar or not, I don't exactly see that as a reason to completely restrict their movements," Kurland replied. "After all, the Empire is still mostly allies and we do have a diplomatic duty to uphold."

The spotted woman smiled brighter. "I couldn't agree more. That is still a lot of people though."

"Station security might not be too happy, but we'll do what we can." He chuckled softly with his reply. "After all, we've been through far worse than a few refugees passing this way."

"That's certainly true. This station's changed hands more times than I care to remember." Enalia had to share the chuckle as well.

"Say... You wouldn't be interested in walking around the promenade with me later this evening, would you? I could show you some of the sights." The man was definitely lonely and trying to ask Enalia on a date, but not doing very well at it.

For Enalia's part, she smiled that polite smile of hers and readied an excuse. "Tonight? My wife and I planned on staying in and relaxing. Perhaps we could join you another time."

The look of crushed defeat on his face when he learned that not only was Enalia married but to another woman... She wasn't sure if she should feel sorry for him or happy that she got out of it. That level of desperation was not healthy for anyone.

He did seem to recover quickly at least. "Ah, well... Another time perhaps. If you'll excuse me, I have some reports to take care of before the end of the day. If you need anything else, please feel free to call. Kurland out."

As soon as the screen returned to the Hera's comm banner, Enalia breathed a sigh of relief. So far most of her correspondences had been with his XO and the few times she'd spoken with him had been pleasant but strictly kept to business. Who knew that he was one of those thirsty boys she'd been warned about.