Cadet Amara Smith was running late. Again. This time it really wasn't her fault. Ok. It was. She was the one who lost track of time. She was the one who decided a walk in San Francisco off Academy grounds would be a good idea to help clear her head. She was the one who got mad at her roommate and suggested just where she could shove the datapad she ( Read more... )

Pike was sick of looking at the stars. He quite honestly never thought that was possible, but here he was, stuck on a space station somewhere, bored out of his mind. He'd heard others on the station talking about those holodeck things. Illusions were never really something he enjoyed, but he was desperate and needed something to do ( Read more... )

[Pike is sitting by a window, drinking a cup of coffee. A large bottle of aspirin is on the floor next to his wheelchair. He's reading a PADD, making notes as he goes, and concentrating very hard]

Uh, well... this is gotta be a new one, least for me.  [scratches the back of his head]  I really don't recognize any of you're uniforms from history...weren't my best subject anyway though.  Um, suppose this is gotta be the future ( Read more... )