A day and a half on, the ship was slowly beginning to approach something resembling normal. Not that it was a particularly strong resemblance. There was something in the air, a lingering sense of awkwardness and discomfort in the way people interacted, expressions running the gamut from sheepish to smug and everything in between. And every so often ( Read more... )

From: Communications Department
To: All Personnel (USS Enterprise)
RE: Relay ( Read more... )

Walking along the hallway to her quarters, Christine rubbed one hand across the back of her neck. She was achy and tense and exhausted. The aftermath of the Enterprise's first mission had consumed her every waking minute, it seemed, in addition to turning minutes that were supposed to be sleeping minutes into waking ones. For two nights in a row ( Read more... )

It was quiet on the bridge for once. Between shifts was always a time that Tonia liked, especially when no one was shooting at them and everyone was in a good mood. Not that people weren't always not in a good mood but things could get stressful in a drop of a hat on the ship some days. While the stress usually caused more paperwork for her or any ( Read more... )

Everyone kept looking at everyone else and blushing. Well it was understandable, since the entire ship had been doused in sex spores and everybody had ended up sleeping with everybody else ( Read more... )

When Sky needed quiet time there were two places she went. One was the Observation Deck, where she could gaze out at the stars and the planets around them and marvel at how vast it all was. She had been up to the Observation Deck a number of times, usually meeting Jim up there for some chatting and, usually, some cuddling too ( Read more... )