It was December. Of course, this wasn't terribly apparent on the Enterprise, and mostly irrelevant to the non-Terran members of the crew. Despite this, Angela wasn't about to let the whole holiday season go by unnoticed. She loved holidays, and she was going to decorate the Officer's Lounge, along with any other space she thought she could get away ( Read more... )

McCoy needed a break. He was irritable and tired, and wanted nothing more than to go back to his quarters and sleep. Unfortunately, he knew if he did that he would inevitably be interrupted by Jim or Spock or some ship emergency. Better to find some of his fellow crew and hope they had better luck than he when it came to relaxing ( Read more... )

The bridge was buzzing with much more commotion than they had had in a long time. With the threat of being this close to Klingon space combined with Command’s adverse reaction to the abandoned ship they had slipped into a silent Yellow Alert to get the crew ready for the possibility of an encounter. Much of the Senior staff could not be removed ( Read more... )

Esteban was told to have the sample available later. Which was great, because he wasn't given a window as to when to finish the organic sample in question. Plus, it only took maybe five minutes to complete at the most. Instead he looked towards Maribel, who laid in the corner. He got up slowly, his knees giving out slightly. Staring at the computer ( Read more... )

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Spock was a great many things, some of them even negative (i.e. kind of an asshole to that Ensign in Tactical), but the man was rarely late ( Read more... )

Frank sat at a table near the back of the cafeteria eating a turkey club sandwich he had gotten from the replicator.  He sat alone, and not by choice. There had been no where else to sit. But Frank was not complaining. He had a very nice view of a brunette and a blonde ensign the next table over. He didn't know their names, but he planned to remedy ( Read more... )

It may have been the 23rd century, but it was often terribly clear that the women of Starfleet were operating in a man's world. Women were outnumbered by men, and many of them had at one time or another found themselves on the receiving end of a pat on the shoulder or too-sweet tone of voice that told them that this was men's work, and they were ( Read more... )

Place: Rigel III aka Chelar
Time: Post-Pike’s arrival
Mission Objectives:

1) Conduct a survey of the planet, including terrain, atmospheric information, soil composure, landmarks and any new life forms

2) Collect botanical and soil samples for further analysis and conduct medicinal research

4) Rendezvous with the Science Operations team currently ( Read more... )

Admiral Pike is sitting at the head of the large conference room table, waiting patiently or as patiently as possible for the Enterprise's officers to meet with him. Giotto was supposed to be here too. Pike was thankful he wouldn't have to babysit too long ( Read more... )