Ace grabbed a mug of steaming hot coffee and pulled up a seat in front of one of the view ports out of the space station. One with a beautiful view of space. She could watch stars forever and this was no different ( Read more... )

"C'mon, Doctor. Can't you pick up your pace a little?" An enthusiastic Peri was darting around the staid Time Lord, grabbing at his arm in an attempt to make him move faster down the corridor.

"This is my normal pace," he countered, sounding fairly miffed at Peri's urging, his eyes settled on her hand on him in prim resignation ( Read more... )

Tiberius was doing more internal debating than talking. It was a trait that he came by honestly, considering who was responsible for his upbringing and his programming. He had taken Daneel's advice seriously, though there was some hesitance in the idea. What would it do to a man that hated to be trapped, a man that quietly dwelled and simmered ( Read more... )

If there was one thing that most Starfleet officers could agree on, it was that coffee was the best way to start the morning. Lots of it.

Replicators were notorious for never getting the taste quite right, so the cafes in the San Francisco area always did pretty well - especially when shore leave came around ( Read more... )

"It most assuredly wasn't your fault," insisted Five.

"But you were me. I saw you, and you...changed."

"...and now I'm back, none the worse for wear. I don't quite see the problem."

"The problem," Peri said, with an exasperated sigh, "is that everyone on the station was me." She'd watched herself die, over and over and she couldn't stop it. ( Read more... )

He hadn't responded to the message from his older self concerning one Perpugilliam Brown, as opposed to the multiple versions of her he'd already encountered in the corridors of the station. His fault. All his fault. If he had kept better tabs on her rather than allow the TARDIS to drag him to this infernal place without her ( Read more... )

The sick bay hadn't seen this much activity in ages. A mysterious disease had begun to take hold of the station, symptoms not corresponding to any known diseases. The mutation into the specific DNA patterning of a young human female seemed especially strange, as it suggested that the infection (if it actually was an infection) was bio-engineered ( Read more... )

"Memory Zero. Negative. You have remembered more again."

She was trying not to. Really, really not to this time, but it all sounded so interesting! The Viyrans. Genius genetic manipulators who bio-engineered viruses as weapons and they think that she might have been accidentally infected ( Read more... )