meeting command

Posted on Thursday November 12, 2026 @ 7:12pm by Captain Luna Janeway & Lieutenant JG Zesha dakal

824 words; about a 4 minute read

Mission: The first Steps to the Unknown
Location: Uss-Intrepid, Main ship's bridge deck
Timeline: current time

Zesha was on the turbo lift riding to the bridge hoping the captain will be there, she tapped her comm badge, "Captain

I'm Ltjg Zesha dakal I'm new on your ship, and I'm coming to see you,"Zesha said while waiting for the captain to respond.

"Welcome aboard, Lieutenant Dakal," Captain Janeway's voice came through clearly and professionally. "I look forward to meeting you on the ship’s bridge at 08:00 hours. Together, we will begin our first mission into the unknown. I will remain on the comm channel until I receive your reply."

Zesha smiled."I'm on my way ma'am, or do you prefer sir." Zesha asked on her comm badge. Zesha walked to the turbo lift and took it to the Bridge.
She rode the Turbo lift heading to see Captain Janeway on the Bridge. Zesha got off to the bridge to find Capt. Janeway.

At 08:00 hours, Captain Janeway standing in the center on the bridge meticulously adjusted her command uniform and performed a thorough inspection of the bridge, ensuring each station was manned and all systems were functioning flawlessly. She reviewed the mission logs one last time, cross-referencing star charts and tactical readouts to anticipate any potential challenges. Satisfied everything was in order, she activated her comm badge, her voice steady and commanding yet welcoming, ready to greet Lieutenant Zesha Dakal. While Janeway was waiting, she meticulously reviewed the mission briefing and star charts, visualizing each uncharted sector they were about to explore. She considered potential navigational hazards, anomaly readings, and tactical contingencies, running through emergency protocols, sensor calibrations, and warp field calculations, determined to provide Lieutenant Dakal with clear, confident guidance as they embarked on their first mission beyond Federation-mapped space.

Zesha made it to the bridge as she walked over to the captain, "Ltjg Zesha Dakal here for duty ma'am. she said standing at attention waiting for her to respond, Zesha wasn't sure what the captain had for her. she continued to stand at attention for Capt. Janeway.

Janeway rose from the center chair as Zesha approached and came to attention.

"At ease, Lieutenant."

Her gaze settled on Zesha’s Bajoran earring, its metal glinting beneath the bridge lights—the D'ja Pagh of her family.

"Lieutenant Zesha Dakal, reporting for duty—with your earring. Good. You honor your people by wearing it on my bridge."

Janeway moved closer to the control console, closing the distance between herself and its illuminated display.

"You might have heard," Janeway said softly, keeping her voice low enough for Zesha alone, “that Admiral Catherine Janeway adopted me. The file doesn’t say I'm half human, half Klingon. Like Torres. I grew up seeing these ridges in the mirror and wondering where I belonged—too Klingon for Starfleet, too human for the Empire."

Janeway did not reach for an earring of her own. She wore none; her heritage showed in the ridges on her forehead. She understood what Zesha’s earring represented.

"So, when I see your earring, Lieutenant, I see the same thing: a woman who carries her people with her. My adoptive grandmother taught me that family is a choice. You chose Starfleet, but you didn't leave Bajor behind. I respect that. I need that."

Her voice shifted back to the crisp authority of the captain.

Our first mission will take us into unmapped space, without charts. I need a security officer who remembers who she is. You will serve on tactical, keep the shields on standby, and remain alert for traps. Bajorans are better at spotting them than anyone.

She extended her hand as if to offer a Starfleet handshake, then turned it into a firm grip on Zesha's forearm—a Klingon greeting.

"On the bridge, It's 'ma'am.' Off the bridge, when it's just us… it’s Luna.” Come aboard, Zesha. Qapla'—and may the Prophets guard us."

Zesha smiled."Thank you, and the prophets also thank you also."Zesha said to the captain. "I'm ready for my duties" she said.


Janeway’s eyes remained fixed on the tactical readouts, her expression calm but alert. “Lieutenant Dakal, maintain shields at optimal readiness and keep a continuous scan of that gravimetric ripple. I want every anomaly logged in real time.”

She tapped a few commands on her console, bringing up a detailed star chart of the surrounding sector. “We’re entering uncharted space,” she continued. “That means unknown variables at every turn. Stay sharp and trust your instincts—your Bajoran intuition could make all the difference today.”

Janeway leaned back slightly in her chair, allowing Zesha a moment to settle at the tactical station. “Report any irregularities immediately. And remember, Lieutenant, this bridge runs on teamwork. We watch each other’s backs out here.”

With a final nod, she adjusted the helm controls. “Prepare for warp. Let’s see what the unknown has in store for us.”

Zesha nodded and did what she was told."Aye Ma'am." she said at the tactical controls.

 

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