Tactical preparations

As the tactical chief of the Alsea moved to get back to his ship, a tall shadow fell over him.

"Lieutenant Oseno Jureth..."

The voice was clear and soft, almost sensual as it fell from high over the head of the Bajoran. It was quite startling coming from the almost two and a half meters tall Andorian female coming to stand before him. With the typical willowiness of her species, she looked even more towering than she already was.

"Sir, I am Lieutenant Junior Grade Tyvya, acting chief of security of the Artemis."

She didn't have to state their need to discuss their joint operation. It was plain enough just with her imposing presence and the way her antennae wobbled down towards him from the top sides of her long, thick platinum mane and her icy blue eyes unblinkingly looking straight down into his own.