“Are you sure you won’t take her?” Va’Kel Shon asks.
Captain Seven of Nine takes a sip from her drink, meeting his gaze evenly. The two sit in Club 47 on Spacedock, each nursing a glass of something bright and vile that Seven picked.
He looks uncomfortable. “I took her because Quinn asked and she was needed. An act of desperation. Now she’s in dry dock being fixed up - and she deserves her real Captain.”
“I was happy with the Belfast. It was a small ship with a tight crew and a simple job - defend the Federation. I wasn’t expected to represent everything we are. Just to keep people safe.”
7/?
“But the Enterprise is the flag,” she finishes for him, downing her drink. “Whether she’s the biggest dreadnought in the fleet or an exploratory cruiser with 500 souls aboard.”
Seven sighs, leaning back in her chair and frowning at him.
“When I took command of the Enterprise,” she says after a moment, “I didn’t think I was right for it either. I was a maverick. I didn’t fit in. I couldn’t command the flagship. It was for better people than me.”
9/?
“I’m sensing a ‘but’ coming.” Shon smirks.
“But.” She smirks back. “Do you know what I felt when I saw ‘1701-D’ on Frontier Day, all those years ago?”
“The same hope you gave those fighting at DS9. The same hope that name inspires wherever it goes.” She shrugs, giving him a wry smile. “Honestly, I don’t entirely understand the why of it. Maybe it’s just fate.”
“What if I don’t believe in fate?” Shon asks as Seven rises to go.
“I don’t think it matters,” she replies. “Because some would say fate that brought you to that ship that’s been in mothballs for a decade. That’s got to count for something.”
“I might go to Daystrom. Research job might be a nice change of pace.” She smiles one last time. “Think about that big chair, Captain. And whatever you decide, good luck.”
The bridge module of the Enterprise-F is less a bridge in the old sense, and more of a Combat Information Centre. A multi-level, multi-purpose space, much larger than the bridge of the Belfast. Shon takes a deep breath as he looks around.
“Like it?” a voice says from behind him. Shon turns - a younger man in a leather field jacket smirks from the railing of the tactical station. “Bit ostentatious. Makes sense, I guess. Weren’t these made to be ostentatious?”
Captain Raffi Musiker rolls her eyes at Lieutenant Elnor’s pronouncement. He is looking at a list of Starfleet personnel announcements with wide, excited eyes. Raffi remembers that feeling, vaguely.
“Let me clarify,” she says, holding up one finger to forestall him. She takes a deep breath. “I know myself, Elnor. Command, I can do. But…” She closes her eyes. “I can’t be a symbol.”
Va’Kel Shon is staring wistfully at the Odyssey-class vessel hanging in Spacedock when he hears the soft tapping of boots on deck plate behind him. A familiar voice speaks, soft and inquisitive.
“There are some people who think you ought to stop repairing decommissioned Enterprises in your spare time,” the Admiral says after a moment. “It’s getting to be a bad habit.”
“There are,” Quinn agrees with a smile. “Hell, it saved us all a decade ago.” His smile fades. “But you know… I am curious about one thing, if you’ll indulge me.”
“Why this Enterprise?” Geordi says, quirking a wry eyebrow at Quinn.
“She was.” Quinn smiles. “And before that, a lot of her critical systems were damaged during the Monfette Gambit. They deemed her too difficult to fix.”
“So what changed?” Shon asks.
“A lot of things.” Quinn looks out at the starship, taking a deep breath.
“Captain Data and Captain La Forge looked her over while she was at the Fleet Museum,” the Admiral explains. “They had new ideas how to fix her - to repair the damage to her computer. She’s almost up to Odyssey standard.”
So on top of the video I did canon-welding Picard’s finale and STO, I think I’m gonna write some short Trek fanfic showing how I’d do it - I know I’m never going to get to do it “for real”, so why not? 😂 Probably will link threads below this post. #startrekonline#canonwelder