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#MicroTrek Happy 30th, Kathy
This is set before the 2nd season of Star Trek: Picard, and simply an indulgence of something I love to think happened.
Credit to @ShelfNerds, who created #MicroTreks and @ltcomrae, who prompted me to finally post this.
This is set before the 2nd season of Star Trek: Picard, and simply an indulgence of something I love to think happened.
Credit to @ShelfNerds, who created #MicroTreks and @ltcomrae, who prompted me to finally post this.
The doors to Voyager’s ready room slid open before Admiral Janeway as she proceeded inside. It was just as she remembered it down to the cup of hot coffee sitting on her desk. 
As she looked out of the ready room windows toward Earth, she watched as the sunlight was rising over San Francisco bay, and smiled softly remembering that it had been nearly 30 years now since Voyager was thrust into the Delta Quadrant, and her life had been changed forever.
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“From Tau Alpha C?” Sisko asks sitting on the couch in his office.
Beverly nods, setting her raktajino down. “Told Picard that my son was special.”
“I see,” Sisko says.
“And then a few years later—he—took him,” Beverly says.
“Took him?” Sisko asks.
1/9
“From Tau Alpha C?” Sisko asks sitting on the couch in his office.
Beverly nods, setting her raktajino down. “Told Picard that my son was special.”
“I see,” Sisko says.
“And then a few years later—he—took him,” Beverly says.
“Took him?” Sisko asks.
1/9
Beverly nods, motioning to the stars outside the window. “Out—there—some—time.”
“And there’s no way to track this—Traveller?” Sisko asks.
“Not that I’m aware of,” Beverly says. “But that’s not the point: Wesley went—willingly. In search—of—” She pauses, unsure.
2/9
“And there’s no way to track this—Traveller?” Sisko asks.
“Not that I’m aware of,” Beverly says. “But that’s not the point: Wesley went—willingly. In search—of—” She pauses, unsure.
2/9
“In search,” Beverly concludes.
Sisko sets his raktajino down. “Ya know, I’ve never told anyone this, but, I think—I have to—tell you.”
Beverly’s brow raises.
“Not long ago, my son and I were hit by an energy discharge from the Defiant’s warp core,” Sisko says.
3/9
Sisko sets his raktajino down. “Ya know, I’ve never told anyone this, but, I think—I have to—tell you.”
Beverly’s brow raises.
“Not long ago, my son and I were hit by an energy discharge from the Defiant’s warp core,” Sisko says.
3/9
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“You—got to stay,” Shaw says.
“Yeah—I did,” Reno says. “And it was fucking grueling to engineer my friends like some—cannibalized, engine parts.”
“But—again—you got to do something to save them,” Shaw says.
1/8
“You—got to stay,” Shaw says.
“Yeah—I did,” Reno says. “And it was fucking grueling to engineer my friends like some—cannibalized, engine parts.”
“But—again—you got to do something to save them,” Shaw says.
1/8
“You didn’t have to see hopelessness in their eyes as you crouched into the escape pod,” Shaw says.
“You tough enough for some straight talk, Captain Dirge?” Reno asks.
Shaw shrugs.
Reno leans forward. “Your friends died—frozen debris forever floating at Wolf 359.”
2/8
“You tough enough for some straight talk, Captain Dirge?” Reno asks.
Shaw shrugs.
Reno leans forward. “Your friends died—frozen debris forever floating at Wolf 359.”
2/8
“A bit—cold,” Shaw says.
“Literally, my man,” Reno says. “You couldn’t save their asses. But who the hell do you think you are? You took that seat when one of them could’ve. You gonna wallow in the hopelessness of that horrific moment forever?”
3/8
“Literally, my man,” Reno says. “You couldn’t save their asses. But who the hell do you think you are? You took that seat when one of them could’ve. You gonna wallow in the hopelessness of that horrific moment forever?”
3/8
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Bashir and Miles are led down a dark corridor by two security officers.
“Fleet formation?” Bashir asks.
“It’s this new protocol that allows any starship hooked into the system to operate as one,” Miles says.
“Sounds—dangerous,” Bashir says.
1/5
Bashir and Miles are led down a dark corridor by two security officers.
“Fleet formation?” Bashir asks.
“It’s this new protocol that allows any starship hooked into the system to operate as one,” Miles says.
“Sounds—dangerous,” Bashir says.
1/5
“You’re bloody right it’s dangerous,” Miles says. “It’s supposed to protect the fleet from being compromised by outside influence.”
“Like what happened with that Living Construct years ago,” Bashir says.
“Quiet,” a security officer growls.
2/5
“Like what happened with that Living Construct years ago,” Bashir says.
“Quiet,” a security officer growls.
2/5
Security pushes Miles and Bashir into a room.
“Take it easy!” Miles yells, catching himself against a wall.
The two security officers turn into Bashir and Miles.
“You’re no longer anything but a source of information for us,” the Bashir Changeling says.
3/5
“Take it easy!” Miles yells, catching himself against a wall.
The two security officers turn into Bashir and Miles.
“You’re no longer anything but a source of information for us,” the Bashir Changeling says.
3/5
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Kirk, McCoy, Spock, a civilian human-Vulcan hybrid, and a civilian man enter the transporter room.
“We’re all set here, Captain,” Scotty says from behind the transporter room console.
“Thank you, Scotty,” Kirk says hesitantly.
1/14
Kirk, McCoy, Spock, a civilian human-Vulcan hybrid, and a civilian man enter the transporter room.
“We’re all set here, Captain,” Scotty says from behind the transporter room console.
“Thank you, Scotty,” Kirk says hesitantly.
1/14
“If you’ll step up on the pad, please,” Kirk says.
The woman cautiously nods and steps up on the pad.
Spock stands on Kirk’s right. McCoy stands on his left, holding a hypospray.
Kirk, with his palm open, says, “Bones.”
McCoy grips the hypospray.
2/14
The woman cautiously nods and steps up on the pad.
Spock stands on Kirk’s right. McCoy stands on his left, holding a hypospray.
Kirk, with his palm open, says, “Bones.”
McCoy grips the hypospray.
2/14
“Now think about this, Jim,” McCoy says. “Are you really gonna trade one life for another? This—procedure—will end the life of this living, breathing being that you see standing before you.”
“Doctor,” Spock begins.
3/14
“Doctor,” Spock begins.
3/14
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Sisko steps out of his office. “Jakira.”
Jakira looks up from a console. Worf stands. O’Brien sets his hypospanner down and stands up from an open conduit. Odo folds his arms across his chest.
“Doctor Bashir is waiting for us,” Sisko says.
1/14
Sisko steps out of his office. “Jakira.”
Jakira looks up from a console. Worf stands. O’Brien sets his hypospanner down and stands up from an open conduit. Odo folds his arms across his chest.
“Doctor Bashir is waiting for us,” Sisko says.
1/14
“Benjamin,” Jakira says. “You’re not going to do this.”
Sisko steps forward. “You know—I am.”
“You forget that I’ve known you for so long—I know you better than you know yourself,” Jakira claims.
“Jadzia knew me. Kurzon, too,” Sisko says. “Not—you.”
2/14
Sisko steps forward. “You know—I am.”
“You forget that I’ve known you for so long—I know you better than you know yourself,” Jakira claims.
“Jadzia knew me. Kurzon, too,” Sisko says. “Not—you.”
2/14
“Benjamin,” Jakira says. “I—can’t just—die. I’m as much Nerys as Jadzia and Dax.”
“And the Major—survives,” Odo says.
Jakira crouches with her fists clenched. “There’s got to be another way. Clone me and split the clone apart—or—the Chief can—trick the transporter to—”
3/14
“And the Major—survives,” Odo says.
Jakira crouches with her fists clenched. “There’s got to be another way. Clone me and split the clone apart—or—the Chief can—trick the transporter to—”
3/14
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Picard walks resolutely from his Ready Room onto the bridge and up to the Engineering station.
“Mister Georley,” Picard says quietly. Georley turns from the console. “Yes, Captain?”
“Will you accompany me to Sickbay?” Picard asks.
Georley’s eyes widen.
1/14
Picard walks resolutely from his Ready Room onto the bridge and up to the Engineering station.
“Mister Georley,” Picard says quietly. Georley turns from the console. “Yes, Captain?”
“Will you accompany me to Sickbay?” Picard asks.
Georley’s eyes widen.
1/14
“I think—sir—that everyone should know what you’re about to do,” Georley announces to the bridge. Worf, Data, and the other bridge crew look back at him.
Georley approaches Worf. “Worf—my safety is being threatened. As Chief of Security, are you going to let—”
2/14
Georley approaches Worf. “Worf—my safety is being threatened. As Chief of Security, are you going to let—”
2/14
Georley pauses, noticing the immovable Klingon resolve in Worf’s eyes.
“No, you—wouldn’t disobey the Captain, would you?” Georley says. He then moves down the bridge to Data.
“You, Data! My—uh, I-I mean Geordi’s best friend,” Georley desperately says.
3/14
“No, you—wouldn’t disobey the Captain, would you?” Georley says. He then moves down the bridge to Data.
“You, Data! My—uh, I-I mean Geordi’s best friend,” Georley desperately says.
3/14
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Kathryn yawns, sets her book down, stretches, and looks out into space.
“What are you reading?” a voice asks from behind.
Kathryn turns abruptly. “Who are you, and what are you doing on my ship?”
The man lifts the book, examining its cover.
1/25
Kathryn yawns, sets her book down, stretches, and looks out into space.
“What are you reading?” a voice asks from behind.
Kathryn turns abruptly. “Who are you, and what are you doing on my ship?”
The man lifts the book, examining its cover.
1/25
“The Odyssey,” the man says, a smile tugging at his lips.
Kathryn eyes him intensely.
“You think you are Odysseus?” the man asks. “Separated from home—wandering alone, but—clever—surviving by your wits.”
Kathryn taps her combadge. It is silent.
“I am Jesus of Nazareth.”
2/25
Kathryn eyes him intensely.
“You think you are Odysseus?” the man asks. “Separated from home—wandering alone, but—clever—surviving by your wits.”
Kathryn taps her combadge. It is silent.
“I am Jesus of Nazareth.”
2/25
“There is nothing to fear, Kathryn,” Jesus says.
Kathryn’s brow arcs. “An unusual form to take, I believe.”
“Unusual—form?” Jesus asks. Recognition flashes in his eyes. “Ah, you believe me to be a being of some power merely taking on this form from an ancient religion.”
3/25
Kathryn’s brow arcs. “An unusual form to take, I believe.”
“Unusual—form?” Jesus asks. Recognition flashes in his eyes. “Ah, you believe me to be a being of some power merely taking on this form from an ancient religion.”
3/25
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Twin logs glow orange in the heart of a fire which warms the skin of Spock’s face.
His eyes, closed.
The edges of his cheeks, soft.
Tree leaves soothe the night with their companion: the wind.
“Spock,” a voice calls.
Spock’s eyes open. “It is you.”
1/17
Twin logs glow orange in the heart of a fire which warms the skin of Spock’s face.
His eyes, closed.
The edges of his cheeks, soft.
Tree leaves soothe the night with their companion: the wind.
“Spock,” a voice calls.
Spock’s eyes open. “It is you.”
1/17
The man smiles and sits across from Spock. The heat distorts the air between them, playfully warping the reality of the other.
“You expected me?” the man asks.
“I accepted your eventual arrival as,” Spock says. “A possibility.”
The man’s brow raises.
2/17
“You expected me?” the man asks.
“I accepted your eventual arrival as,” Spock says. “A possibility.”
The man’s brow raises.
2/17
“I’m not often surprised,” the man says.
“You are most welcome,” Spock says. “To what can I attribute this visit, Jesus of Nazareth?”
Jesus smiles. “I heard we kind of do similar work, so I just wanted to stop by and say, ‘Well done.’”
Spock raises a brow.
3/17
“You are most welcome,” Spock says. “To what can I attribute this visit, Jesus of Nazareth?”
Jesus smiles. “I heard we kind of do similar work, so I just wanted to stop by and say, ‘Well done.’”
Spock raises a brow.
3/17
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PART TWO
“Our influence wanes with each passing moment!” shouts an elderly Klingon man. He tosses bloodwine against the wall of his dark study.
A single window colors the floor with a bluish square.
“Father,” the old man’s son says, reviewing a computer.
1/11
PART TWO
“Our influence wanes with each passing moment!” shouts an elderly Klingon man. He tosses bloodwine against the wall of his dark study.
A single window colors the floor with a bluish square.
“Father,” the old man’s son says, reviewing a computer.
1/11
“Do not speak to me unless your words will win back our fortunes and influence within the Empire,” the old Klingon growls.
“We are bleeding out finances like a whimpering—tohzah upon the battlefield,” the son says.
The old man’s eyes widens. “How?”
2/11
“We are bleeding out finances like a whimpering—tohzah upon the battlefield,” the son says.
The old man’s eyes widens. “How?”
2/11
“I will discover who has betrayed us,” the son says. “You have my word.”
“Or, Toh’Vu, I will have your tongue,” the old man says.
Toh’Vu nods and leaves.
The old man slaps a device on his arm. “Bring them in.”
The doors open. Two Orion women enter.
3/11
“Or, Toh’Vu, I will have your tongue,” the old man says.
Toh’Vu nods and leaves.
The old man slaps a device on his arm. “Bring them in.”
The doors open. Two Orion women enter.
3/11
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“I’m all for the personnel serving with me to express what they’re feeling, but,” begins Jellico. “There’s a time and place for it. And that time and place is not on my bridge during a crisis.”
Kovich sits still, peering at Jellico through his glasses.
1/10
“I’m all for the personnel serving with me to express what they’re feeling, but,” begins Jellico. “There’s a time and place for it. And that time and place is not on my bridge during a crisis.”
Kovich sits still, peering at Jellico through his glasses.
1/10
“If we’re thrust into a chaotic situation, the survival of my ship and crew depends on the orderly implementation of my commands by my bridge crew,” Jellico explains. “I would expect the same of my own child during a crisis.”
“So you are a father?” Kovich asks.
2/10
“So you are a father?” Kovich asks.
2/10
“Yes,” Jellico replies. “I have a son.”
“Have you ever been with him during a crisis?” Kovich asks.
“As a matter of fact, I have,” Jellico answers. “The Cairo was about to enter into a pretty nast ion storm.”
3/10
“Have you ever been with him during a crisis?” Kovich asks.
“As a matter of fact, I have,” Jellico answers. “The Cairo was about to enter into a pretty nast ion storm.”
3/10
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Picard stands amid the black, crackled beams. A memory of ash colors the breeze.
His nostrils flare, pulling in air. He kneels, pressing a fist in the dirt, his eyes closed.
“We’ll rebuild,” a woman begins. Her footfalls crunch the dead, dry debris and grass.
1/6
Picard stands amid the black, crackled beams. A memory of ash colors the breeze.
His nostrils flare, pulling in air. He kneels, pressing a fist in the dirt, his eyes closed.
“We’ll rebuild,” a woman begins. Her footfalls crunch the dead, dry debris and grass.
1/6
“It’ll be just as it was,” the woman says.
“Perhaps you can indulge in a replicator now,” Picard says, standing up.
They embrace for a long, heavy moment.
“Marie,” he says.
“Jean-Luc,” Marie replies.
“It’ll be better than it was,” Picard says.
2/6
“Perhaps you can indulge in a replicator now,” Picard says, standing up.
They embrace for a long, heavy moment.
“Marie,” he says.
“Jean-Luc,” Marie replies.
“It’ll be better than it was,” Picard says.
2/6
“And it will be yours,” Marie says.
Picard pulls out of the hug. “What? Mine? No. This is your home.”
“It stopped being my home when—well,” Marie says.
Picard runs a hand over his head and nods. “I—I will cherish every vine, every board of wood.”
3/6
Picard pulls out of the hug. “What? Mine? No. This is your home.”
“It stopped being my home when—well,” Marie says.
Picard runs a hand over his head and nods. “I—I will cherish every vine, every board of wood.”
3/6
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Saru and T’Rina step onto the holodeck.
“Did you have a specific program in mind?” Saru asks.
“Perhaps, you might show me Kaminar?” T’Rina replies.
“It would bring me great joy to show you my home,” Saru replies, excited. “Uh, Zora. Please run program Saru 1.”
1/5
Saru and T’Rina step onto the holodeck.
“Did you have a specific program in mind?” Saru asks.
“Perhaps, you might show me Kaminar?” T’Rina replies.
“It would bring me great joy to show you my home,” Saru replies, excited. “Uh, Zora. Please run program Saru 1.”
1/5
Simulated grains of sand vibrated into form beneath Saru and T’Rina’s feet. The hush of the tide streaking the beach conspires with the whisper of the trees to pull their anxious minds.
“In here, it is almost possible to forget about the danger the DMA poses,” T’Rina says.
2/5
“In here, it is almost possible to forget about the danger the DMA poses,” T’Rina says.
2/5
“I am sorry that your home is in danger,” Saru says. “I know too well the pain of—of not being able to return to one’s home.”
T’Rina nods. “The scent is—intoxicating.”
“Ah yes,” Saru says. “The kelp is almost ready for harvest.”
3/5
T’Rina nods. “The scent is—intoxicating.”
“Ah yes,” Saru says. “The kelp is almost ready for harvest.”
3/5
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“No, go for it,” Jurati says. “Ask me anything.”
“Anything?” Soji asks.
“That’s what I said,” Jurati replies.
Soji leans forward, her face incredibly still, her eyes wide. “Do you—regret what you did?”
Jurati tilts her head, confused.
“To Bruce,” Soji adds.
1/8
“No, go for it,” Jurati says. “Ask me anything.”
“Anything?” Soji asks.
“That’s what I said,” Jurati replies.
Soji leans forward, her face incredibly still, her eyes wide. “Do you—regret what you did?”
Jurati tilts her head, confused.
“To Bruce,” Soji adds.
1/8
Jurati’s lungs stiffen as if a lightning strike rattled through them.
“You—you don’t have to answer that,” Soji says. “I—I just sometimes blame myself for Picard’s—well, I’m so thankful you and Dr. Soong could give him a second chance.”
Jurati stood up and left the table.
2/8
“You—you don’t have to answer that,” Soji says. “I—I just sometimes blame myself for Picard’s—well, I’m so thankful you and Dr. Soong could give him a second chance.”
Jurati stood up and left the table.
2/8
“Oh,” Soji says. “Okay.”
Jurati sits back down with two a drink. “A special concoction I affectionately call a Sour Rios.”
Soji picks up a glass. “What’s in it?”
“Better not to ask,” Jurati says, smirking as she takes a swig. She gently places the glass on the table.
3/8
Jurati sits back down with two a drink. “A special concoction I affectionately call a Sour Rios.”
Soji picks up a glass. “What’s in it?”
“Better not to ask,” Jurati says, smirking as she takes a swig. She gently places the glass on the table.
3/8
I’m starting a new series of #MicroTreks called #SwapTreks which feature an existing #StarTrek story swapped and re-imagined in a different series from the franchise.
Original Episode: “Rosetta”
Swapped from Discovery to TOS
“Rosetta Stone”
1/24
Original Episode: “Rosetta”
Swapped from Discovery to TOS
“Rosetta Stone”
1/24
Kirk, Spock, and McCoy shimmer into place at the base of a great gray-blue spire.
“Sensor readings, Mister Spock,” Kirk says.
Spock opens his tricorder, scanning the area.
Kirk rests is palm upon the gray spire. “Bones, what do you think?” Blue dust coat his palm.
2/24
“Sensor readings, Mister Spock,” Kirk says.
Spock opens his tricorder, scanning the area.
Kirk rests is palm upon the gray spire. “Bones, what do you think?” Blue dust coat his palm.
2/24
“I think you’re looking to make history, Jim,” McCoy says.
“Bones, this is about saving lives, not—my ego,” Kirk claims. “If this truly is the homeworld of the race who constructed the other planet killer on its way to—well—”
3/24
“Bones, this is about saving lives, not—my ego,” Kirk claims. “If this truly is the homeworld of the race who constructed the other planet killer on its way to—well—”
3/24
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“Isn’t that why we’re out here?” Sol asks.
“She’s got a point,” Rios says. “Sir.”
Vandermeer shot Rios a side-eye glance, accompanied by a smirk. “Look, I don’t want a mutiny on my hands, but you all know our duty.”
“Patrol the Vayt System,” Rios says.
1/5
“Isn’t that why we’re out here?” Sol asks.
“She’s got a point,” Rios says. “Sir.”
Vandermeer shot Rios a side-eye glance, accompanied by a smirk. “Look, I don’t want a mutiny on my hands, but you all know our duty.”
“Patrol the Vayt System,” Rios says.
1/5
“Right,” Vandermeer says. “I know patrol duty isn’t exactly why we joined Starfleet, but it’s our duty. And the ibn Majid damn well will do it’s duty.”
“Yes, Captain,” Sol and Rios say.
“After that,” Vandermeer says.
2/5
“Yes, Captain,” Sol and Rios say.
“After that,” Vandermeer says.
2/5
“Let’s circle back to check out Sol’s ‘weird nebula,’ alright?” Vandermeer says.
Rios grins as the bridge crew nod, assured in the integrity and compassion of their Captain.
“Captain, an unknown vessel just dropped out of warp,” J’Ral reports.
3/5
Rios grins as the bridge crew nod, assured in the integrity and compassion of their Captain.
“Captain, an unknown vessel just dropped out of warp,” J’Ral reports.
3/5
