Tenez vos chevaux, Ami!

Their mother’s voice rang like a klaxon at the back of their mind. They tried to ignore it - rid themself of her needless advice for two seconds - but they knew she was right. It’d been less than thirty minutes since they’d boarded Manhattan, long enough to shrug a bag from their shoulders and change into a clean uniform, and they were already en route the bridge. Namid was far from a leisure person. Shaking their head, they pulled down their uniform and stepped into the turbolift. “Bridge,” they whistled.

Namid’s eyes widened upon slipping from the turbolift onto the bridge. They paused for a moment, briefly dragging their gaze before they managed to stagger back to reality. ‘Focus,’ they thought. Curiosity infecting every fibre of their being, Argimeau tore their gaze starboard and found their way to the Captain’s briefing room. They palmed the chime.

Questions wafted through their mind, threatening to derail their train of thought, but they let them linger in the background- quiet and ignored. They were patient for now. But in time, they hoped to earn a better understanding of what they were doing here.

– Namid Argimeau, Scientific Intelligence

Translation: ‘hold your horses, Ami!’