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Merriadoc stood quietly for a few moments after Serev finished speaking. The soft tone that had answered the Shiarian’s touch lingered in the air just long enough to make him wonder whether he’d really heard it or simply imagined it.

His eyes drifted once more to the crystalline city beyond the viewport.

“I think…” he began slowly, “…this may be the first time I’ve left a conversation knowing I understand less than when it started.”

A small smile followed.

“And somehow, that feels like progress.”

He let out a quiet breath, shaking his head with an expression of mild disbelief.

“When I graduated from the Academy, I thought first contact would be about learning new languages, studying unfamiliar technology, or trying not to offend anyone by accident.” His smile widened. “I wasn’t expecting it to make me reconsider what a city—or a machine—could be.”

Looking back to Serev, his expression settled into one of quiet respect.

“You said every invention is an expression of the people who create it. I think Starfleet would like to believe the same of our ships.”

His hand rested lightly on the edge of the console.

“They’re built to explore instead of conquer. To carry scientists as readily as soldiers. To answer distress calls before seeking glory.” He glanced around the corridor. “Perhaps that’s our character, made visible.”

Merriadoc looked towards the viewport one final time.

“If that’s true… then maybe one day a Federation ship and a Shiarian ship won’t just exchange greetings.” He smiled at the thought.

“They’ll recognise something of themselves in one another.”

Realising he’d allowed himself to speculate rather freely, he gave a self-conscious chuckle.

“I should probably stop before I accidentally start sounding like one of our diplomatic officers. Security has a reputation to maintain.”

The grin that followed was genuine.

“Thank you, Third Officer Kael.”

He offered a respectful nod.

“I came over here because I saw someone I didn’t recognise studying one of our computer stations.”

His smile softened.

“I’m leaving having met an officer I’d be glad to stand watch with.”

For Merriadoc, there were few compliments more sincere than that.

Ensign Merri Adok
Security
Uss Merrimack

Serev Kael regarded Merri Adock for a long moment before offering a slow, respectful inclination of his head. There was quiet satisfaction in his expression, though it was tempered by the same calm humility that had marked every word he had spoken.

“Then you have experienced what our teachers hope every student discovers.” His gaze drifted once more toward the crystalline skyline of Vey’lan, its towers shimmering with harmonics too subtle for most ears to perceive.

“They tell us that wisdom is not measured by the number of answers one possesses.” He paused, listening to the city’s ever-present song. “It is measured by the quality of the questions one continues to ask.” A faint smile touched his features. “You arrived prepared to guard your ship. You leave having expanded your understanding. Neither duty diminished the other.”

At Merri Adock’s compliment, Serev placed a hand lightly over the center of his chest—a customary Shiarian gesture of sincere respect.

“The honor has been shared, Ensign Merri Adock.” He glanced briefly toward the Merrimack, visible beyond the viewport, before looking back to the Starfleet officer.
“Your people crossed an Aperture that many believed should remain closed. Yet you did not arrive demanding answers. You arrived asking permission to learn.”

The harmonics around them rose almost imperceptibly, as if the city itself approved of the sentiment. “I believe Vey’lan will remember that.” For a moment he did not speak but the silence no longer felt unfamiliar. It had become another part of the conversation.

Finally, Serev smiled—a genuine expression that softened his normally reserved demeanor. “When our peoples meet again, I suspect we shall speak less of machines,”
His eyes flicked toward the glowing crystalline walls surrounding them.”…and more of the people who imagined them.”

With one final respectful inclination of his head, Serev turned his attention back to the living console beside him. The crystal beneath his fingertips answered with a warm, resonant chord that echoed softly through the compartment, like the closing note of a well-composed symphony. The conversation had ended but the understanding it had begun would not.

Third Officer Serev Kael
Shiarian Dominion

GM Nosferatu
Your Darkest Nightmare