C Deck

C Deck hums with the low, rhythmic pulse of the Enterprise's operational systems—a transitional artery where personnel traverse between duty stations and personal quarters. Its corridors, lined with soft illumination panels, echo with distant footsteps and the occasional murmur of passing crew members. Strategic intersections like this serve as covert meeting points, where rogue captains like Okona leverage fleeting privacy to orchestrate ambiguous rendezvous. The deck's functional neutrality—free from the scrutiny of command centers or the bustle of recreational areas—makes it an ideal nexus for exchanges that blur the lines between diplomacy and deception. Here, characters slip between roles as easily as turbolift doors part, embodying the Enterprise's capacity to harbor both protocol and subterfuge beneath its seamless exterior.