( STARGATE ATLANTIS )

The Vidiians.

Species 8472.

The Hirogen.

The Borg.

And now, the Vau N’Akat.

They were all out there.

So were the unique fears and anxieties that came with being the first Starfleet Captain to be stranded in the Delta Quadrant - and the only one to return so far.

She stood on the bridge, feet wide and hands on her hips, and took a deep breath, in and out.

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He’d sometimes daydream of home.

It was like Voyager all over again - except this time, he had nothing.

There was no replicator to make favorite foods.

And since they kept him separate from his crew, there was no company.

It was just him.

And his thoughts.

So he’d make lists of things he’d do if he ever saw Earth again

The first item never changed: follow ( Read more... )

After all, she hadn’t had a normal childhood, filled with trees and games and play.

No, her life thus far had been steel and glass and anything but play.

So they hadn’t done her much good.

Still, she knew how to use them.

Every Caitian did.

And at a time like this, their emergence might seem almost involuntary - but it was not. Not for her. This was ( Read more... )

He couldn’t save her.

He found her, but not in time.

And she died.

So he joined The Order.

He’d supported Starfleet at first.

But her loss pushed him over the edge. Blame was a powerful force, and he knew just where to put his.

And the rest was history.

Literally.

He’d travelled back in time, and despite it taking years, he was about to accomplish his ( Read more... )

Chakotay thought of her every day.

And not in a romantic way, though he frankly wouldn’t have been opposed to that.

After all, his feelings hadn’t changed since the angry warrior debacle - not really, anyway. Sure, he’d experimented with other alliances, but in the end, it was always her.

Just like now.

Now, when it wasn’t romance at all that brought ( Read more... )

As Chakotay’s former captain and a Starfleet darling, she’d been there for the christening and commissioning, of course, but that was about it.

So when Holo-Janeway discovered a particular holodeck program, her brown knit in confusion.

How was this here?

Why was it here?

Never one to turn down a mystery, she opened the holodeck use logs, thinking that ( Read more... )

Dal grinned.

He’d been planning this for weeks, and finally, it was time.

He had to admit he’d been skeptical at first.

Having each member of the crew show off their favorite holodeck program (other than whatever one they’d already been subjected to when the holodeck malfunctioned to trap them) seemed like a waste of time, and more than a bit too ( Read more... )

Jankom banged on the housing with his prosthetic.

Its current hammer was clumsy and crude, but it got the job done.

The housing came open, then Jankom switched tools to carefully reach inside to remove the broken conduit. As he set it down on the deck, he chuckled.

Because just that morning, he’d had his bimonthly required medical exam.

So they’d asked ( Read more... )

The replicator chimed.

And not its happy, “I’m done” chime, but its angry “there’s a problem” chime.

Rok sighed.

No matter how many workarounds she tried, or how often Jankom played with it, this still happened.

She’d even had Janeway try to fix it.

But it wouldn’t even listen to the resident hologram.

So once again, she used Dal’s codes (everyone knew ( Read more... )