Thalos had finally finished his shift on the bridge and returned to his quarters. The familiar surroundings were quiet, offering a welcome respite after hours of vigilance at Tactical.

His eyes drifted to the ushaan-tor mounted proudly on the wall. It was more than a ceremonial weapon—it was a reminder of home, of Andorian tradition, discipline, and the path that had shaped him into the officer he had become.

He stood before it for a long moment, hands clasped behind his back.

Then, without warning, his thoughts wandered.

Elyss.

Their evening together in the lounge replayed in his mind. The conversation had flowed with an ease he had not expected, and for perhaps the first time since arriving aboard the USS Merrimack, he had found himself relaxing completely in another person’s company.

A faint smile found its way onto his face.

Perhaps… she would enjoy sharing a proper meal.

The thought lingered for only a moment before he made his decision. Walking across the room, he activated the communications panel.

”=^= Ch’Ravik to Zavey. =^=”

There was a brief pause as he carefully chose his words.

”=^= I was wondering if you would care to join me for dinner this evening. If you already have plans, I completely understand. =^=”

He released the transmit key and waited.

Oddly enough, waiting for her reply felt far more daunting than facing an unknown vessel across the viewscreen.

Lieutenant Thalos ch’Ravik
Chief Of Security
USS Merrimack