[This place… Familiar yet unfamiliar. Welcoming, yet foreboding. It was so…strange. He knew he’d been here once before, but hadn’t. It was new, but not ( Read more... )

[This day brought with it a kind of restlessness that she could not have placed its origin or its reason- only that it was. She was hardly needed in sickbay at the moment, so she hadn’t exactly earned this rest, but she had it all the same ( Read more... )

[His first order of business once he had been released was, of course, to make his way to the observation deck, however, he stayed only for a short time before he left, only to return moments later with a chess game ( Read more... )

[ the view from the observation deck was nice, sure. kirk was physically incapable of waxing poetic, but he could see why people would spend time up here. it sort of made you feel like you could reach out and touch space - and by extension leave the station. of course, once you were done sightseeing, it was as heavy a reminder that you couldn't ( Read more... )

[Maybe it was because this was the place she had come to first, or maybe it was the view of unfamiliar stars through the windows that seemed to give some kind of calming effect to the place. Whatever it was, this was where she had wandered to to finally let what had happened to the Chekov and its crew members and passengers sink in ( Read more... )

[She had survived- somehow- though she was somewhat the worse for wear. Some minor cuts, abrasions, nothing serious; the cut across her forehead that dripped her green blood into her eyes was more a distraction than an injury. Nothing immediate. The rest of the crew was not so lucky. The few who remained (if she gave it a liberal estimate, ( Read more... )

[ have one george samuel kirk, jr. sitting on the railing of the observation deck, swinging his legs back and fourth as he flips a bright orange basket ball over in his hands. occasionally he tosses it into the air and catches it, not once faltering or nearly slipping from where he sits. if he notices the potential danger he's in from sitting so ( Read more... )

[The Observation Deck. McCoy never cared much for this vicinity of Shtel Nor that the various pointy-eared bastards on the station took absolute delight in haunting. The doctor enjoyed the Promenade bar personally where he could drink himself into a comfortable stupor after his various tenures in Northern Sickbay ( Read more... )

[ she'd stepped out of sickbay for a moment, just a moment, but when she stepped back into that white room, it wasn't biobeds she saw or monitors or any sign of doctor mccoy. no, there wasn't any sign of those white walls that were too white even for a hospital; those white walls that were everywhere on this ship that gave it a feeling she could ( Read more... )

[ peter had been relieved at how well his uncle had taken his decision to switch for the command track to the diplomatics corps. peter realized that his fear of his uncle disapproving had been irrational. his uncle jim had never wanted anything but the best for him and had encouraged him in every endeavor he had ever decided to undertake. maybe he ( Read more... )