Sara stood at window in the Cloud. She looked at the Rabid Pelican, screw that, the Asimov. Her pride and joy. Her greatest achievement. It can all come and go so fast. she thought. That’s not a Starfleet ship anymore. It never will be again. Back home they call me traitor. When they feel generous. Maybe they’re right. It seems like so long ago now they promised me they’d put everything back how it was. I don’t have the same XO, CMO, CSO, or goddamn ship. It’ll never be the same again. I’ll never be the reputable, good posture and good etiquette Captain I used to be. I don’t have the heart of a pirate either. I don’t really belong in either world. Both and neither. There’s always the chance everything they said was a lie to begin with. Maybe I should just turn in my Captain’s pips before someone can take them.

-CO