It was a big day and so the Tribble put on his finest tribkini with communicator attached in a very strategic location. A former multi term president had recently returned and she had expressed disappointed not having received an official STF animal nickname despite having been CO of the Atlantis for many years before that dreadful thing called ‘real life’ had conspired to take her from the noble halls of STF. The tribble, on hearing the tragic news of her lack of an animal nickname took it upon himself to come up with a suitable animal nickname for her, and, hearing no objections did considerable research between watching episodes of Game of Thrones to find a grand and majestic animal to exemplify the characteristics of that former captain.

It wasn’t long before the Tribble found himself in front of the assemblage of animal captains as nameless ensigns moved out to ensure the different captains were fed, watered and groomed appropriately - some may be predators and some prey in their normal environments, but here they were all friends, and it would be a shame if any of them did not make it home to their own ships due to misunderstandings.

“Would the unnamed animal captain be brought up to the podium, so that the ceremony can be completed so that we can move onto the feasting and dancing?” the tribble asked.

The doors to the hall opened and in came three former Presidents, the Wolfe and Dolphin to either side of a woman. They walked her up to the front of the podium past other past presidents interspersed with those who were currently or had been captains in the club and in front of the members of the current cabinet who were located just in front of the stage.

The Dolphin and the Wolfe, having done their part in the ceremony moved to their places in the hall, strategically located near the main doors of the hall in case the honouree decided to make a run for it. It didn’t often happen, but it did on occasions that the honouree thought that fleeing was preferable to their name.

“Fellow Captains, Fleet Captains, Commodores, Admirals of the Rear, Admirals of Vices, Admirals, Cabinet Members, President and Vice President, we have gathered here today to correct a wrong done many moons ago. Sarah Hemenway was halfway through her third term as our president before that thing called real life cruelly took her from us. She left the dolphin as our president, a CO vacancy on the Atlantis and a Lt Gov vacancy on Oed V to be filled. All were filled and we moved on. She had been known as the eagle, but that was a name from before her time and one that was never assigned to her by one of these naming ceremonies,” the Tribble began, “my first experience of Commodore Hemenway was in the Academy on my Cadet Training cruise, were she was our GM … she called her GM character, Kitten, a Kat in training. In keeping with that theme, and after discussion with my fellow tribbles and tribblets in the tribble basket, a most suitable animal nickname has been chosen. It’s an American cat breed and is described as being sweet-natured, playful, people-oriented, outgoing and intelligent, all of which seems to describe Sarah Hemenway very well. So, without further ado, and with the powers vested in me as the Public Nuisance of STF, a title given to me by Sarah Hemenway while she was President, I hereby name Sarah Hemenway the Munchkin Cat.”

The tribble bounces on the appropriate button and where Sarah Hemenway once stood, there is now a munchkin cat, dressed in a Commodore’s uniform.

“So let it be done, so let it be said. Arise Sarah Munchkin Cat Hemenway and take your long overdue spot among the Animal Captains of STF, and remember, there is no yellow brick road, no man behind the curtain and definitely no witch that is either alive nor dead. And may the Sisko, the Bunny, the Coyote and the Wolfe have mercy on our collective souls.”

Concluding his remarks, the Tribble, finally said, “thanks for your attention, let’s celebrate and be merry for tomorrow we diet.”

-Tribble