one or three things
“Captain! Anomalous signal received, no immediate recognizable language - orders?”
“Work at it, Sansa. Arya, set course thirty degrees-“
“Warp drive’s out, Captain.”
“Yes, understood - can you -“
“No, I mean out. Done for.”
And things aren’t going so well. There is a moment of distinct and conspicuous silence. “Captain?”
“Yes, Bran, I heard you, hold on a moment, I’m trying to think.”
“Don’t do that too often, Captain.”
“Silence, Arya. Are communications still open?”
“Apparently. Fuzzy, though. Interference of some kind.”
“Of what kind?”
“I don’t know.”
“That’s not good.”
“Really. Tell us more, Sansa-“
“Oh, stop that, it’s not doing anyone any good.” The Captain scrubbed one hand through his hair, absently. “Any nearby star systems?”
“No.”
“Inhabited planets? Starfleet outposts?”
“No, and no. We seem to be stranded.”
“Brilliant.”
“Arya, I’m warning you…” But the Captain, apparently, was not exactly sure what he was warning, or what to threaten his navigator with, because he trailed off after that, starring at the starry void around them, unfortunately without hospitable planets to land on. “…Bugger.”
“Captain!”
“Sorry, Sansa, but sometimes…can we get Jon up here? I’d like his opinion.”
“He’s brooding again, sir.” The Captain looked cross, and jerked his head. “All right, fine. Bran, you take the chair, I’ll go tend to our recalcitrant first officer. What I wouldn’t do for some Vulcan crew members…”
**
These are the voyages of the Starship Winter. More or less. They may not be a familiar crew, but their mission is the same - to boldly go where no one has gone before. And try not to lose their heads or other valuable body parts along the way.
**
The Captain made his way out of the bridge, past the sickbay, and descended into the cargo room, stopping in the doorway of the last and crossing his arms over his chest. “Jon, get out of here. Your brooding is unproductive and your mood swings are giving everyone whiplash. We’re stuck in hyperspace.”
“I’m not the technician on this crew.”
“No, you’re the first officer. Now move or I’ll bring Rickon down here and neither of us wants you kicked halfway around the ship.”
First Officer Jon Snow looked up sullenly at the Captain, expression one of profound dislike. “You could bring Theon back in.”
“You know as well as I do that Rickon and Bran can’t stand him. No. I appointed you, I want you, now-“ There was a shrill and altogether too recognizable sound from above decks. Both of the senior officers heads snapped around.
“What did you do, leave Arya and Sansa alone together?”
The Captain looked embarrassed. “With Bran.”
“Great, really great,” said First Officer Jon Snow, and leapt to his feet, shoved the Captain out of the way, and was halfway down the corridor that lead to the bridge before the Captain managed to follow him. They reached the bridge at more or less the same time, though, and stared in horror.
“Lieutenant Stark, what did you do to our navigator?”
Arya looked not guilty at all. “Vulcan nerve pinch.” Bran, on the other hand, looked mildly horrified.
“Who taught you that?”
“None of your business. You got our first officer back, Captain?”
“Yes, but we lost our navigator, thank you.” The Captain sighed and tugged his lower lip. “How long until she recovers?”
Arya shrugged. “I don’t know. I didn’t ask.”
“Didn’t ask who?”
“I bet it was Spock.”
“Just because you fancy him, Bran…”
First Officer Snow, meanwhile, was looking out the forward window. “Would anyone like to ask what that is?” He asked, quietly. Everyone looked. “Because I don’t think it’s anything good.”
The ‘that’ in question was a large, unfamiliar ship, floating roughly in their general direction, though still a fair distance away. “That’s not Federation issue,” their engineer, Bran, said, and then added, hesitantly, “Should we call medical about Sansa?”
“She’ll be all right,” said Arya, eyes trained on the strange vessel. “I’m more concerned about that…thing, frankly. Is that Cersei’s Lioness, maybe?”
“Not ostentatious enough, and they’re still Starfleet,” said the Captain, wrinkling his nose. “No, this is something else. Can someone see if we can open transmission?”
“No need,” Arya pointed, “They’ve already opened it.”
The image of a man dressed entirely in purple swam into view. “How are you gentlemen,” it said, “All your base are belong to us.”
And that’s as far as I got. >.< (On the other hand…Ned goes aboard a strange ship, Robb has to take command, Jon meanwhile working at a Starfleet outpost on an inhospitable planet...)
I NEED HELP.
“Work at it, Sansa. Arya, set course thirty degrees-“
“Warp drive’s out, Captain.”
“Yes, understood - can you -“
“No, I mean out. Done for.”
And things aren’t going so well. There is a moment of distinct and conspicuous silence. “Captain?”
“Yes, Bran, I heard you, hold on a moment, I’m trying to think.”
“Don’t do that too often, Captain.”
“Silence, Arya. Are communications still open?”
“Apparently. Fuzzy, though. Interference of some kind.”
“Of what kind?”
“I don’t know.”
“That’s not good.”
“Really. Tell us more, Sansa-“
“Oh, stop that, it’s not doing anyone any good.” The Captain scrubbed one hand through his hair, absently. “Any nearby star systems?”
“No.”
“Inhabited planets? Starfleet outposts?”
“No, and no. We seem to be stranded.”
“Brilliant.”
“Arya, I’m warning you…” But the Captain, apparently, was not exactly sure what he was warning, or what to threaten his navigator with, because he trailed off after that, starring at the starry void around them, unfortunately without hospitable planets to land on. “…Bugger.”
“Captain!”
“Sorry, Sansa, but sometimes…can we get Jon up here? I’d like his opinion.”
“He’s brooding again, sir.” The Captain looked cross, and jerked his head. “All right, fine. Bran, you take the chair, I’ll go tend to our recalcitrant first officer. What I wouldn’t do for some Vulcan crew members…”
**
These are the voyages of the Starship Winter. More or less. They may not be a familiar crew, but their mission is the same - to boldly go where no one has gone before. And try not to lose their heads or other valuable body parts along the way.
**
The Captain made his way out of the bridge, past the sickbay, and descended into the cargo room, stopping in the doorway of the last and crossing his arms over his chest. “Jon, get out of here. Your brooding is unproductive and your mood swings are giving everyone whiplash. We’re stuck in hyperspace.”
“I’m not the technician on this crew.”
“No, you’re the first officer. Now move or I’ll bring Rickon down here and neither of us wants you kicked halfway around the ship.”
First Officer Jon Snow looked up sullenly at the Captain, expression one of profound dislike. “You could bring Theon back in.”
“You know as well as I do that Rickon and Bran can’t stand him. No. I appointed you, I want you, now-“ There was a shrill and altogether too recognizable sound from above decks. Both of the senior officers heads snapped around.
“What did you do, leave Arya and Sansa alone together?”
The Captain looked embarrassed. “With Bran.”
“Great, really great,” said First Officer Jon Snow, and leapt to his feet, shoved the Captain out of the way, and was halfway down the corridor that lead to the bridge before the Captain managed to follow him. They reached the bridge at more or less the same time, though, and stared in horror.
“Lieutenant Stark, what did you do to our navigator?”
Arya looked not guilty at all. “Vulcan nerve pinch.” Bran, on the other hand, looked mildly horrified.
“Who taught you that?”
“None of your business. You got our first officer back, Captain?”
“Yes, but we lost our navigator, thank you.” The Captain sighed and tugged his lower lip. “How long until she recovers?”
Arya shrugged. “I don’t know. I didn’t ask.”
“Didn’t ask who?”
“I bet it was Spock.”
“Just because you fancy him, Bran…”
First Officer Snow, meanwhile, was looking out the forward window. “Would anyone like to ask what that is?” He asked, quietly. Everyone looked. “Because I don’t think it’s anything good.”
The ‘that’ in question was a large, unfamiliar ship, floating roughly in their general direction, though still a fair distance away. “That’s not Federation issue,” their engineer, Bran, said, and then added, hesitantly, “Should we call medical about Sansa?”
“She’ll be all right,” said Arya, eyes trained on the strange vessel. “I’m more concerned about that…thing, frankly. Is that Cersei’s Lioness, maybe?”
“Not ostentatious enough, and they’re still Starfleet,” said the Captain, wrinkling his nose. “No, this is something else. Can someone see if we can open transmission?”
“No need,” Arya pointed, “They’ve already opened it.”
The image of a man dressed entirely in purple swam into view. “How are you gentlemen,” it said, “All your base are belong to us.”
And that’s as far as I got. >.< (On the other hand…Ned goes aboard a strange ship, Robb has to take command, Jon meanwhile working at a Starfleet outpost on an inhospitable planet...)
I NEED HELP.