Desperate Hours (Star Trek: Discovery #1)

by David Mack

As they slid apart, a team of seven forensic engineers and mechanics entered, all walking side by side in a long line, toting their gear like weapons of war. Oliveira noted their arrival with a smirk and nudged Johar. “Three guesses who’s been watching old astronaut hero-vids in the rec hall.”

She reminded him of the small team of Starfleet officers who had rescued him from certain death on his homeworld many years earlier.

her political advisers Ishii and Medina;

El pata y Mario en el universo Trek.

It was a single line from the poem “Self-Pity” by D. H. Lawrence: I never saw a wild thing sorry for itself.

Come blood, come fire, come hell itself—we draw the line here.