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.”
“I disagree,” Elnor says bluntly. “Your struggles make you a perfect symbol to represent the Federation and its struggle to live up to its ideals… and its successes in doing so despite the obstacles facing it.”
She laughs again. “Sorry, just… I don’t see how what you’re saying applies to me.” Her expression hardens. “In times like these, they need better Captains.”
His frown softens. “In times like these, Starfleet needs Captains like you most of all.” His expression turns quizzical. “But… you still would not want the Enterprise… would you?”
“Honestly?” Raffi laughs. “Nah. Legacy’s a fine thing… but I never envied Seven the pressure of THAT chair.” Her expression hardens. “But… I do need to get out there again.”
“No, the point is that there are many threats and you will find a way to end up fighting them,” he says, crossing his arms. “Likely by taking command of a starship.” He nods, a resolute expression on his face. “I want to be there with you.”
“Don’t worry,” Raffi says. “It’ll probably get worse.” She chuckles. “We live in… very strange times.” She leans forward. “But you’re not undeserving, Elnor. Never think that.”
“I will try to take those words to heart,” he says.
14/?
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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?”
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.
“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.”
“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