"Mr. Sulu, bank to starboard and put us in between the transports and the pirate vessels. Engineering, divert power to the phaser banks, that oughta scare 'em off ( Read more... )

Stacy's voice speaks over the whole of the ship. What she has to say has become very familiar over the the podlings have spent here ( Read more... )

Uhura was decidedly new at Sensorium control, but at this particular moment, standing in the blank white of the room, it didn't matter.  As always, she had a crisp, clear vision of what she wanted.  It was the gymnasium at Starfleet Academy and she wanted a proper workout.  Something that would help ease some of the frustration of being bottled up ( Read more... )

( Not Quite A Dream. )

Time passed in the strangest way on this ship, as if it had slipped her mind that she ought to be moving.  It seemed that she had slept a very long time, but she had risen, had what food there was to be had (and truthfully, it tasted as good as it looked), and then she had found her way back to the possessions storage room.  Retrieving the Vulcan ( Read more... )

Characters: Samuel Henderson, OPEN
Location: Corridor outside the Obs Deck, a bit out of the way
Time: Immediately following the explanation of the current state of affairs re: the Ohm, worlds, and whatnot.
Summary: Sam loses it. And nearly himself in the process.
Warnings: Definite blood warning, and anyone that tags may be attacked. Poke me on ( Read more... )

The best place Spock could think of which would allow Lieutenant Uhura some measure of privacy and the ability to rest, was his own room.

Even on the Enterprise, his quarters had been spartan. Here, there was even less. But it was quiet, and private. It would serve ( Read more... )

The rest of the crew assembled on the Observation Deck to meet the latest editions to their numbers. After the revelation that their worlds are gone, many of them are even more eager to see people they knew from home ( Read more... )