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My God, it's a Klingon Garak :D


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My God, it's a Klingon Garak :D


he could also make the funeral shroud

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KenH wrote:
My God, it's a Klingon Garak :D


It IS Garak, just with a facial prosthesis...

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It's fantastic. The remarks about old school star trek warm my heart. Good job here.


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And just having finally had a chance to catch up with this, all I can say is BZ, SEND MORE.

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Earth to Muse, send copy, over ;)

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The Flag Quarters on Blue Ridge were what was often referred to as Starfleet Nice - on Earth they would still be considered somewhat basic, but out here they were positively luxurious, and even though Jim Kirk was used to comfortable surroundings on Enterprise this, he had to admit, was pretty good. Real, civilian grade furniture and other odds and ends, and a mural panel up on one wall showing the Shenandoah valley and the Blue Ridge mountains in a series of slowly changing views. When he’d worn stars, Kirk had routinely shipped out in spaces this nice. When he could get out there, he thought with a slightly rueful smile. And he’d hated it. On Enterprise before the refit, he had a slightly larger space than everyone else, and that was just fine. After the refit, it was comparatively huge, but still Spartan enough that you didn’t feel like the odd being out.

The intercom chimed, and Kirk had to search for a moment to find it - ah, the office space off to one side. Took a couple steps to get there plus one long stretch to tap the key. “Kirk here.”

“Jim,” Bones’ voice came through the speaker, “I’ve been in hotels that weren’t this nice.”

Spock’s voice came over the intercom next. “Doctor, the facilities are indeed quite comfortable, but I do in fact wonder if the funds could not have been better spent on operational improvements such as –“

“ - ‘Hae ye SEEN the technical library on this beast? Dear Lord, I could spend a century in there and never see the same journal twice!”

“Gentlemen,” Kirk interrupted with a smile, “please save it for the survey cards when we get done. In the meantime, let’s unpack and I’ll get with Captain Dillon about the briefings when we’re underway. Kirk out.” He’d barely turned away from the intercom when it buzzed again. “Commander Marchal to Captain Kirk.”

No rest for the wicked. “Kirk here, go ahead.”

“Captain, how are your quarters?”

“Four star all the way, Commander, and my staff sends their regards. When do we shove off?”

“In about ten minutes. Would you like to come to the bridge and watch the festivities?”

“A pleasure. On my way.”

“See you then. Marchal out.”

It was easy enough to find his way up, even with Blue Ridge being an order of magnitude bigger than Enterprise. They were in the primary hull, and all one had to do was move in and up. One brief but pleasant detour took him through Blue Ridge’s ‘welcome aboard’ space aft of the bridge, a huge space with massive models of previous ships by that name – a ‘command ship’, whatever that was, of the old US Navy, one of the old UESPA’s first big colony ships, and finally an old Powhatan class escort cruiser from the first Romulan war. Next to them, a display of the ships’ flags – useless in space, but priceless when motivating the crew. And above all of that, a row of official photographs of the ship’s staff and command CPOs, all crowned with the words

WELCOME ABOARD
USS BLUE RIDGE
NCC-2895

Not bad at all, Kirk thought as he strode past. Starfleet had been getting insistent about putting one of these in aboard Enterprise, but Kirk had kept pointing out that if someone was aboard Enterprise and didn’t know its history, then they probably had no business being there. With one last hiss a hatch opened, and there he was.

Same basic design as everything else in the fleet, only bigger and roomier, with a smaller one slightly above and behind. Marchal, standing by the command chair, looked up and waved him in. Kirk reflexively looked up at the main viewscreen, now glowing a friendly blue with a StarFleet insignia centered and a smaller insert screen showing the view forward and out of the drydock as WorkBees and shuttles cruised serenely past, and the big stadium lights sat darkened in the dock’s frames.

“So, Captain.” Marchal had stepped beside him as he’d looked at the screen, and Kirk turned to look at her. Certainly squared away, he thought, as any good first officer would be. Attractive enough, too – and Kirk shut that thought down before he went any further. It was one thing on your own ship, but even that had throttled back considerably since the days of the five year missions; as a guest on someone else’s that would be remarkably bad form even for a Galactic hero known for that sort of thing.

Perhaps later, he thought with a forcefully internalized smile. In any event –

“Remarkable ship, Commander. Not familiar though with the facilities up there,” Kirk said as he motioned towards the smaller bridge. Marchal nodded. “That’s the R&R ops center – for ‘repair and replenishment’. When those operations are underway, that’s where we handle them from. StarFleet wanted to make it an ops room down in the engineering hull, but it made a lot more sense to have it where everyone could actually talk to one another. Doubles as a Flag Bridge when we have a staff aboard.”

“Even more people to confuse things when it gets exciting.”

It was Marchal’s turn to smile now. “We’re StarFleet, Captain Kirk, we thrive on confusion. As a matter of fact – “

The simultaneous sounds of a bosun’s whistle, hatch doors opening, and a bellowed, “Captain on the bridge!” got their attention and they turned to see Dan Dillon walk in, taking a look around and settling on Kirk and Marchal, striding over to them with a look of – what, Kirk wondered. Wasn’t confusion. Might have been displeasure.

“Good morning, Captain Kirk. Is everything all right? Hadn’t expected to see you up here.”

Kirk turned on his biggest smile and replied, “Everything’s fine, Captain. Commander Marchal was kind enough to invite me up here to watch departure. It was very gracious of her – feels a little strange not being in the captain’s chair myself.”

Dillon simply looked at Kirk for a heartbeat too long, and an expression that suggested someone had just spilled coffee on his uniform, and Kirk realized at that moment that he wasn’t exactly…welcome on the bridge. Before he could say anything though, Dillon gave him a thin smile and said, “Of course, Captain. Always glad to have guests.” And with that, Dillon stepped off to the captain’s chair, calling over his shoulder, “XO?”

Oh dear.

Marchal straightened her uniform jacket, cleared her throat, and whispered, ‘Excuse me,’ then marched purposefully down to Dillon. Dillon was writing on his PADD as he spoke, his eyes fixed on it, Marchal standing at attention, and although Kirk couldn’t hear what he was saying, he didn’t need to. It would have boiled down to, Do not – do NOT – bring that man on my bridge again unless I tell you to. Got it?

Marchal nodded slightly and said something herself, something else Kirk didn’t really need to hear. He’d been on the receiving end of quiet verbal flayings more than a few times himself back in the day; - Steve Garrovick had been a master of that sort of thing – but the only thing that ever really changed was the why. Dillon said something else, and Marchal executed a perfect about face, then stepped up to the level just above the command chair. Going to parade rest, she called, “Attention all hands, this is the XO, now hear this, now hear this – departure stations, by the numbers!”

The crowd of people all over the bridge was suddenly in motion, the seats at the various stations filled, the murmur of conversation abruptly replaced by calm, purposeful, direct statements between stations and other parts of the ship. Blue Ridge had been dozing – now she was coming to life. Marchal turned to her right and called, “Comm?”

The reply was sharp, confident and efficient. “Comm standing by, XO!”

Marchal nodded slightly. “You’re on, sir.”

Dillon sat up straight in the command chair, hand gripping the side rests for a moment, fingers dancing lightly across the panels and making sure that the drydock crews hadn’t changed anything from when they’d gotten there, and then looked up. “Irktusk Control, this is Blue Ridge Actual. Comm check, please.” A brief pause, then a Russian accent so strong that Kirk reflected it made Chekov sound like he was from New England. “Blue Ridge Actual, this is Tusk Control, we read you five by five.”

“Tusk, we copy five by five, stand by for departure clearance.”

Blue Ridge Actual, copy. Clearing departure lanes, standing by.”

Dillon looked around the bridge one more time, then raised his right index finger –

- Marchal saw it and called, “All stations, sound off!”

“Ops, go!”

“Communications, go!”

“Helm and Nav, go!”

“Engineering is a go!”

“Environmental, green and go!”

“Weps, go!”

“R&R, go!”

“Sciences, go!”

Marchal allowed herself a small smile. Music to her ears. “Captain, all stations report ready.”

“As it should be, XO, as it should be. Release moorings.”

Kirk felt the gentle thud of the big power and services moorings releasing, and for the first time in days Blue Ridge was on her own, and in her element. Marchal looked over to Engineering, and the duty engineer quickly scanned the board then gave her a thumbs up. “Captain,” Marchal said, “moorings are clear; Blue Ridge is on internal power.”

Kirk watched Dillon for a moment as he looked around his bridge one more time, checked the displays on the command chair, and then looked thoughtful for just a heartbeat. Kirk knew what he was thinking – is everything right? Is there anything I’ve missed? Is there anything I still need to know? The answer to that was easy enough – if you waited till you had definite answers, you’d never leave dockside. You had trained your crew, they in turn knew their jobs and you trusted them. That was the bargain, and both sides understood it. And with that, Dillon settled back in the seat with a satisfied expression on his face and said, “Tusk Control, Blue Ridge Actual, we are clear of moorings and are requesting departure clearance.”

Blue Ridge Actual, Tusk Control, copy. Please stand by.”

Kirk knew what was going on there too – one last sweep of the sensors, one last look around to make sure nobody livened up their day by running into them as they left drydock. More than a few starships had enjoyed very short voyages that way, and all captains and ops techs endeavored to make sure it didn’t happen to them. Not more than a heartbeat then, and the speakers announced, “Blue Ridge Actual, this is Tusk Control. You are cleared for departure and one orbit for systems check, deep space insertion at your discretion. Please use departure lane four; good luck and safe voyage.”

Now and only now did Dillon finally smile. “Tusk Control, this is Blue Ridge Actual, confirming departure lane four, single orbit for systems check. Thank you. Helm – take us out, thrusters only.”

“Aye aye, sir, thrusters to ten percent.” There was a slight bump as the thrusters kicked in, and Kirk felt a gentle push forward, then Blue Ridge began to move – imperceptibly at first, then visibly as the main viewscreen came on, showing the view directly forward as she crept out of the drydock.

No lights. No dock riggers in hardsuits waving as you glided out. No chatter between the stations and Tusk Control. Just quiet and being as inconspicuous as possible. Bones nailed it, Kirk thought.

It feels wrong.




To Be Continued….

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Oh, dear.

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Question how wrong?

Of course it's wrong.

They're supercargo. There's a huge difference between being a CO and being a subject matter expert, especially one in semi-disgrace. Nobody who's has command ever really feels comfortable with somebody else in the center seat. Even if you fully respect the chain of command, you're always going to think/feel you can do better.

If you don't, you don't belong in the big chair.

Better question - did Dillon know Will Decker? How much of the fleet knows about Kirk stealing ENTERPRISE from him? Spock may not have had an ego to bruise, but Decker did. If Kirk has a rep for exceeding his authority, would any other captain really welcome Kirk on his bridge?

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jemhouston wrote:
Question how wrong?

Of course it's wrong.

They're supercargo. There's a huge difference between being a CO and being a subject matter expert, especially one in semi-disgrace. Nobody who's has command ever really feels comfortable with somebody else in the center seat. Even if you fully respect the chain of command, you're always going to think/feel you can do better.

If you don't, you don't belong in the big chair.

Better question - did Dillon know Will Decker? How much of the fleet knows about Kirk stealing ENTERPRISE from him? Spock may not have had an ego to bruise, but Decker did. If Kirk has a rep for exceeding his authority, would any other captain really welcome Kirk on his bridge?


Johnnie,

Bingo.

Jim Kirk is every bit the hero he's been made out to be, and he's every bit as good (and/or lucky, some would say) as the record indicates. But he will do ANYTHING to sit in a captain's chair, to be able to be on the sharp end just one more time, and the hero of the days of exploration has - in the eyes of his peers - become a potential threat to their positions and careers...and they ain't happy about it.

Now, it's quite possible that Dan Dillon knew Will Decker - Dillon would have been a few years ahead of Ed Ellison (Poseidon's skipper) at the Academy, and rising officers often came back to teach/lecture. But everybody who sat in a captain's chair from a cargo pod to a dreadnaught would have known what happened just before Enterprise sailed out after V'ger...and when Jim Kirk showed up on your ship on some 'the-fate-of-the-Federation-rests-on-this-mission' mission, you'd be hyper alert to make damned sure it didn't happen to you.

Spock? Hell yes, somebody with that intellect would be a lifesaver. Scotty? You'd trip all over yourself to have him in Engineering. Bones? The man will keep you and yours alive when it goes wrong.

Jim Kirk? Gets you relieved and dead/missing.

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Kirk appearing on one's ship is a bit like Jessica Fletcher, Jane Marple or Hercule Poirot turning up somewhere. You just know something bad is going to happen.

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Just don't be wearing a red shirt at that point.

Mikey- EXCELLENT, I've been waiting for this!!!

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Mike, keep up the goo work!

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Just don't be wearing a red shirt at that point.


Or, if you are wearing a red shirt, make sure that Kirk gets some - there was a statistical analysis that red shirt mortality went down 84% when Kirk 'initiated contact'.

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How about red shirt wearers who are engineering?

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