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“I think people on this rig need to learn that when you kill the joe, you make some mo’. It’s just common goddamned courtesy.
Stealing this.
Despite the years Burnham had spent aboard the Shenzhou, she still felt alienated from its predominantly human crew and their emotional decision-making. Weary of her constant isolation, she had investigated the viability of a transfer to the Starship Intrepid, which now had an all-Vulcan crew. That query had backfired, of course. The commander of the Intrepid had made clear she would not be welcome aboard, no matter how much she insisted on identifying herself as “culturally Vulcan.” Unwelcome among the people she understood, she found herself condemned to serve in exile among people who would
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She had always admired the vantage point of the Shenzhou’s underslung bridge. Being situated on the underside of the Walker-class vessel’s saucer-shaped primary hull gave the bridge an unobstructed view of the space beneath the ship. That position had always conjured for Georgiou the illusion of standing astride the cosmos rather than just gazing up at it, as one would from a bridge on the dorsal side of a starship.
Which manages to invalidate the view we've always seen out of every other bridge ever as anything approximating a window. Can't be a window. All they would see is the saucer section laid out ahead of them. How has this eluded me for so long...? lol
Like so many other tales of the ancient world, yarns of the kraken had, to Burnham, always seemed absurd and beyond belief. But now she was forced to wonder whether a vessel such as this one might once have crested the waves of a Terran sea, birthing a legend that refused to die.
It could harm morale for junior officers to see a captain caught unawares, no matter how reasonable such a reaction might be. This tended to discourage Starfleet captains from multitasking in the center seat, for the sake of perception if for nothing else. Thus had Starfleet adopted the tradition of a captain’s “ready room.”
Ah the origins of the ready room. Fascinating.
Her flurry of orders left Pike fuming. “Captain? What the hell are you doing?” “Whatever I have to,” Georgiou said. “If you want to bombard a populated and defenseless Federation colony, you’ll have to go through me, my crew, and my ship to do it.” Returning to her command chair, she snapped at Oliveira, “Comms off.”
YES GEORGIOU!!!
Never before in his life had Saru seen such a profusion of documentation that imparted so little information. When he considered that nearly all of his adult life had been spent in Starfleet, his dismay only deepened. Few organizations embraced the mind-numbing drudgery of bureaucracy with the zeal of a technocratic military exploration agency, but apparently the combination of Federation governmental administration and the private corporation behind the colonization of Sirsa III had put to shame the inveterate paper-pushers of Starfleet Command.
If I break his nose, will he question whether it’s really broken?
I'd love to see that fight.
By the time I and the other colonists learned the sensor logs had been altered, most of us were bound by strict nondisclosure contracts with Kayo.” “Nondisclosure contracts?” Pike wondered for a cynical moment what century he was living in.
“It can be hard to feel like an outsider even among one’s shipmates. Especially for people like you and me—creatures of peace, surrounded by those whose natural instincts drive them toward violence.” It felt to Saru almost as if she were reading his mind. “Yes! It’s excruciating at times to be a scientist, an explorer, in a culture dominated, in however benign a fashion, by soldiers.
“Don’t tell me,” Burnham cut in. “It’s fascinating.” Spock said nothing in response, but he could not help but appear mildly put out.
It was, after all, just good science to minimize one’s impact on the subjects of one’s interest. But he also understood that for Starfleet it was about something more than that: it was about respect for all life, and its right to be free of undue external influence. That lesson had been the cornerstone of his education at Starfleet Academy, though he doubted its sanctity.
Every part of him hurt as he picked himself up off the deck, a jumble of aching bones stuck in a bag of bruised meat.
Ew.
Georgiou stood from her chair to strike her most imperial pose.
Hehe "imperial."
His blasé attitude toward the Juggernaut’s deathtraps stoked Burnham’s irritation. “A well-played game of three-level chess is stimulating. This thing is trying to kill us.” “Were that its goal, I should think its methods would be more direct.” “Fine,” Burnham conceded, “it’s testing us. But if we fail the tests, we’ll die.”
Right? Thanks burnham. Jesus Spock stop with the pointless contrarian wordplay!
Children should strive to grow beyond their parents, not just try to conclude their unfinished business.
