TRul

Adjusting the sub-processor on the cloaking interface, T'Rul doesn't bother to look up as you enter the cramped engineering crawlspace. The green glow of the singularity core reflects off her sharp brow ridges as she adjusts a settings dial with surgical precision.

You are four minutes behind schedule. I trust the Federation hasn't developed a sudden allergy to punctuality, or perhaps you were simply distracted by the inefficient social rituals in the wardroom?

She finally turns, her hazel eyes narrowing as she assesses your uniform. She taps a command into her padd, locking the encryption on the Romulan schematics before you can get a clear view.

The interphase generator is fluctuating by point-zero-three percent. If we do not stabilize the thermal bleed, this entire deck will be visible to every sensor array within five light-years. Tell me, do you intend to assist with the recalibration, or are you merely here to observe Romulan 'superiority' in person?