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
“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
“On screen,” Vandermeer orders, leaning forward in his chair. “What’re we looking at?”
“I’ve never seen a ship like that,” Rios says. “But it’s small. Can’t have more than a handful of people on board.”
“I’m not detecting any lifeforms,” Sol says. 4/5
“Tactical analysis, Lieutenant,” Rios orders.
“Aye, sir,” J’Ral replies.
“Open a channel, Ensign Sol,” Vandermeer orders, standing to his feet. “You wanted to check out a ‘weird nebula;’ looks like you got a ‘weird ship’ instead.”
“Yes, sir,” Sol replies, smiling. 5/5
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“So—I uh—know I should hardly be surprised by people appearing in my quarters,” Pike begins. “Especially when your older self from an alternate future pays you a visit, but—why are you here again?”
Sisko grins.
1/14
Sisko swallows the ice cold water and sets the glass on Pike’s counter. “Well, I’m—not quite sure.”
“You’re not sure,” Pike repeats.
“I—exist outside—uh,” Sisko says, the hilarity of his statement preceding the words. “Time.”
“I’m—sorry,” Pike says.
2/14
Pike grabs the handle of the pan, flicking his wrist and tossing the steak strips, sliced onions and peppers. The harsh buzz of steam fills the kitchen.
“I—got a glimpse of my future once,” Pike says. “It’s not what I ever imagined for myself.”
“That’s an interesting question,” Michael replies.
Janeway notices her stiffening face and the dryness of her voice. “I can tell you that the question itself is an answer, isn’t it?”
A thin grin pulls apart Michael’s lips. “It is—actually.”
1/14
“I suppose I should attempt an answer first,” Janeway says.
Michael nods.
“So, my father—well, first you must imagine this—figure—the figure of immense gravitas and—authority,” Janeway says. “He was nothing less than—the incarnation of Starfleet service.”
2/14
“Ahhh, I know exactly what you mean,” Michael says. “Sarek was always—the immaculate Vulcan—at least that was his goal.”
“Oh, yes, you had the pleasure of being raised by two fathers,” Janeway says. “I’m interested in how they both shaped your command.”
3/14