Posted by Captain Sara Kiernan (Commanding Officer) in A Captain’s Life
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

“Hey there, Captain,” a voice spoke from behind Sara. Mwezi, much of his brown and tan fur dyed a deep black for the sake of his cover identity as the bodyguard ‘Volk’, stepped up to the window to stare down at the Asimov as well. “Thanks for the ride onto the Cloud. Miss Trevante is resting in her temporary quarters so I decided to do some wandering. Mighty fine ship you’ve got there, eh?”

Mwezi, XO