[ Thank God for Wonder Twin Powers.Kirk had only stopped by his quarters long enough to disregard the golden command shirt and black pants for jeans and a white shirt. Normally he would have taken the time to fold the shirt into it's respective manner... but he wasn't in any frame of mind to do so now. Really he wasn't in the mind set to do ( Read more... )

[ Why the hell hadn't he thought of this before? How long had it been staring him in the face until now? And why did it take until talking to Ena in the library to notice it? Kirk had no answers to his own questions. He was running on a high. A high of excitement. Something he hadn't felt since before his time on Shtel Nor.

Maybe, just maybe, he ( Read more... )

[To be honest, Admiral Pike thought time travel...in a word, sucked. No one, himself included, ever had a good experience with it. Granted, he'd managed to meet some interesting people so far, but he never thought he'd actually miss his desk job. On the bright side, Captain Janeway shared both his hatred of time travel and his love for coffee. He ( Read more... )

This all seemed too familiar. Stuck in a strange hallway that looked like every other starbase but some how wasn't right. For a man who was in a wheelchair he sure seemed to be getting around. Maybe there were some people he met the last time this happened around here someplace.

"Hello?" He called to no one in particular.

[ He really should of known that trying to climb into Operations wouldn't of done a lot of good. Holly was smarter than that. Which was why he had been dropped out of the vent and landed on the floor. And twisted his wrist. He had taken his bruised and aching hand back to the Promenade Bar and found some ice. And Holly was kind enough to give him ( Read more... )

[ it would be just lieutenant tom paris' luck that he'd find himself standing near the sealed entrance the operations area of a station he hadn't been to in nearly five years instead of in the mess hall where he was just moments ago. he'd replicated the cup of coffee in his hand to prep his senses for a long night of big chair duty when he turned ( Read more... )

[ perched on the ledge of one of the great windows in one of the halls of the habitat ring, far from the promenade and away from where those trapped on the station have taken up residence, sits one captain jean-luc picard. there's an alien flute in hand that he's playing, filling the adjoining corridors with a soft, sweet melody. ]

[ the reports seemed to be coming in in stacks, an additional one ebing present everytime she returned to her ready room. she understood the situation quite well, and why everyone felt the need for reports - initially she'd ordered it but now, it was one of those decisions she wondered why she'd made; probably another thing that seven thought was ( Read more... )