The quiet rhythm of the Ark Angel’s bridge was broken by the soft chime of the communications console.

“Incoming transmission, Captain,” reported the on-duty comms officer. “Source: civilian Bolian transport vessel Gracious Venture. They’re requesting priority channel.”

A moment later, the main viewscreen flickered to life, revealing a cheerful chaos of blue-skinned faces pressed into frame. The camera jostled slightly as someone in the background waved what looked suspiciously like a homemade Buddy and the Breen banner.

“Ark Angel! Ark Angel!” the lead Bolian—grinning so wide his cheeks nearly eclipsed his eyes—leaned in close to the pickup. “We, uh… may have heard a rumor. About a concert. On your ship. Tonight.” He gestured behind him, and an enthusiastic chorus of whoops and trills filled the channel. “Any chance you’ve got room for a few… dozen more fans?”

The comms channel stayed open, the background noise of excited chatter spilling onto the bridge like an unexpected party invitation.

Ensign Cullum ●
Security Officer
U.S.S. Ark Angel