Posted by Captain Dira Myqian (Commanding Officer) in Ready Room- Divulgances

Posted by Lieutenant Corinne Dalton (Scientist) in Ready Room- Divulgances
Arriving at the Command Centre, Cori moved around the outside to the starboard door. She briefly tossed Royal a look that invited a conversation later and stepped into the access corridor to the rest of the deck.

Pressing the chime of the Captain’s Ready Room, Dalton drew in a steadying breath as she fought the urge to tap her fingers on her thigh. Reasonable and compassionate or not, she wasn’t expecting Myqian to be entirely thrilled at the turn of events. “Here we go,” she said softly to Dev.

~Corinne Dalton

Dev’s mouth curved just enough to register as a smile, though it was tempered by the steady calm she carried into unfamiliar ground.

“Indeed,” she said quietly, matching Cori’s tone. “Best to step in with both feet.”

Her posture shifted subtly as they waited—chin lifted, shoulders set—not defensive, but prepared. Whatever the captain’s mood, Dev meant to meet it with clarity and composure.

The same lyrical voice sounded. “Come in.”

An office space said something about the occupant and Dira’s was no different. To the right of the entrance was the captain’s desk, a couple chairs for guests, and a replicator tucked into the corner, while a sitting area took up the space in front of the an expanse of windows opposite the main door. The sitting area comprised of a navy blue sofa that had a gentle curve to it. On each side of it, nestled between the windows and where it curved out was a side table with a potted plant. One had trails of forked leaves and the other had tall dark green stems lined with alternating heart shaped leaves that had a blue hue.

Other small touches had been added that were Dira’s. Aside from the plants, there was a round and squat pot in a deep blue colour with sweeps of white and green paint. It sat on the shelf behind the desk, along with a picture of an older brown skinned woman with a heart shape face, natural black kinky curls not unlike Dira’s, and the dark eyes of a Betazoid. On the other side of the pot was a brown skinned Haliian man with a greying moustache, short dark hair and a receding hairline that made his forehead ridges and bulges more prominent.

Other indicators of the woman and her position were dotted throughout the space. The lingering smell of coffee from a mug on the desk (possibly long gone cold). The empty plate on the coffee table in the sitting area, forgotten in a distracted moment of multi-tasking. The many PADDs on her desk, organized in small piles to the sides, away from her active work area. Her computer screen facing her that had a small framed photo to the side and out of the way, its image visible only to herself.

Her obsidian eyes gazed at the officers and Dira rose to her feet. She was not overly tall, nor was she short- in fact, her and Dev were about the same height. Stepping around the desk with an ease, Captain Dira Myqian took up space all at the same time as she radiated warmth. A coy smile played on her lips as this dark eyes glinted. Pointing her index finger at the pair, she gestured with that finger at them in a circle. “I was wondering how long it would be before this little reunion happened.” It was, at least in her mind, inevitable. For other, they might surprised she knew, but then again, it was a small detail to recognize the USS Saracen from Dev’s file and note that she had not only bene there at the same time as Dalton, but been her DH. Dev would have known about the tragic accident that claimed the young scientists body.

Captain Myqian, CO

Dev’s answer came with a faint lift of her brows and the smallest quirk at one corner of her mouth.

“Some currents are stronger than others, Captain,” she said evenly, her tone respectful but not without its dry edge. “And some are simply… inevitable.”

She let that stand as acknowledgment—of Myqian’s insight, of the history unspoken between her and Dalton—and then inclined her head in greeting.

“Lieutenant Dalton thought it best we speak with you together. I agreed.”

She extended her hand to the captain.

“Lieutenant Commander Dev Siobhan, your new CSO. I’m pleased to make your acquaintance.”

Lt. Commander Dev ○●●
Chief Science Officer
U.S.S. Ogawa