Captain Clark Terrell

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    The Wrath of Khan
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  1. The following is a transcript of Federation News Service correspondent Jake Sisko’s audio-only interview with Lt. Commander Karen Snow, chief science officer of the USS Cerulean, who was kind enough to speak with Jake aboard her vessel, which is currently undergoing a minor refit at the Utopia Planitia Shipyards. This is second such interview that Commander Snow has given for the FNS; the transcript of her previous interview is available here. Jake Sisko: “I’m really glad we could squeeze in this interview while the Cerulean was in-system, Karen. It’s good to see you.” Karen Snow: “It’s good to see you, too, Jake. And I’m glad you remembered that it’s Karen and not Commander.” JS: (laughs) “I wouldn’t be a very good journalist if I forgot something like that. But you’ve provided a nice segue into my first question: how’s life being back in uniform?” KS: “Absolutely awesome! I had a great time working with the DTI, but I was ready to come back when my leave of absence was up. Earth may be home, but my job and family—my Starfleet family, at least—are in space. I actually got down on my knees and kissed the transporter pad when I came aboard. JS: “I bet that raised some eyebrows.” KS: “And knocked one person to the deck. The transporter chief who beamed me up almost fainted. I found out later that it was only his third day on duty—which I’d punctuated by giving him a close-up view of my rear end.” JS: “Have you seen him since then?” KS: “Once in the crew lounge. The poor guy practically ran out the door when he saw me standing across the room from him—which reminds me, can I get you anything to eat or drink?” JS: “You’re always offering to feed me, Karen. Can I ask why that is?” KS: “My parents entertained houseguests on a regular basis when I was a kid—work colleagues, visiting professors, extended family—and always went out of their way to make sure anyone who stayed at our house was well-fed and had a place to sleep if they needed it. I’ve tried to follow their example whenever I’ve people visiting.” JS: “Does that mean I could sleep with you if I wanted?” KS: “Wow, Jake!” (laughs) “I’m not quite how to answer that.” JS: “I’m so sorry, Karen. I just…” KS: (laughs) “No worries. I suppose I walked right into that one. But seriously, would you like something? Our replicators just got a whole new menu. I’ve been wanting to try it out, but I’d feel bad having anything in front of you.” JS: “I appreciate that, but I’m okay.” KS: “Well, if you change your mind, just let me know. I’m happy to grab whatever you need. To get back to your question—and what I think you meant to ask—I’d make sure we had quarters available if you needed to stay overnight. My couch is very comfortable, but I’d never make you sleep there—or anyone else, for that matter.” JS: “I love these quarters, by the way. You told me about them last time, but I wasn’t sure what they’d actually look like in person.” KS: “I wasn’t, either when I first heard about them. The blueprints from the Starfleet Corps of Engineers looked a little strange, so I was really happy with how mine turned out. Everybody’s quarters look pretty much the same, though there are some differences for species that have unique physiologies or breathe gases other than oxygen.” JS: “That must make things interesting if anyone leaves their door open.” KS: “The ship’s environmental systems keep the air in the corridors relatively fresh. What I really worry about is large-scale explosions in the event the ship gets damaged by weapons’ fire. A single spark is all it would to lose an entire section.” JS: “Aren’t there emergency bulkheads in place to prevent fires from spreading?” KS: “Yes, but those bulkheads are spread out across each deck. If a fire started midway between the bulkheads, there’s no guarantee our damage control teams would be able to extinguish the blaze before it caused significant damage.” JS: “I guess you’ll have to avoid certain areas of the ship then. I heard you were in rare form on the basketball court the other day.” KS: (laughs) “When I got your message, I actually thought about asking you to meet me in one of the gymnasiums so we could do the interview while I got my workout in. JS: “What stopped you?” KS: “My knees and lower back can only take so much punishment. I didn’t want you to have to carry me to sickbay when we were finished.” JS: “I’m surprised to hear that, Karen. You look like you’re in amazing shape.” KS: (laughs) “My conditioning actually slipped a little while I was gone, which was weird because I wasn’t as busy on Earth as I am here. I think being planetside messed up my routine. I’m just now getting back on track, but it may be a few weeks before I’m back to where I was before.” JS: “I bet you could still kick anyone’s butt in basketball, though.” KS: “I don’t know. I’m not getting quite as much arc on my jumper as I normally do, and my ball handling’s a little rusty. The DTI folks aren’t sports people—which is weird given how many sports use clocks—so I didn’t have many opportunities to play while I was home.” JS: “Do you play any other sports, Karen?” KS: “I tried my hand at interspecies wrestling for a while but wasn’t very good. Our Romulan exchange officer put me in a Scorpion death-lock. I almost threw up.” JS: “Ouch!” KS: “No kidding! Sran felt really bad about that, but the whole thing was my fault. (Editor’s note: Subcommander Sran is a member of the Romulan Imperial Navy enrolled in an officer exchange program involving the Federation and the Romulan Star Empire.) I begged him to wrestle me, and when that didn’t work, I bribed him with kali-fal.” JS: “Kali-fal?” KS: “Romulan ale. After that, I think he’d have done anything I asked him to, but I should have known better. I took xenobiology at the Academy and know all about the similarities between Romulans and Vulcans. I should have realized that grappling with someone who outweighs me by fifty pounds and has several times my strength wasn’t a good idea.” JS: “I guess it’s a good thing the two of you are friends.” KS: “Definitely. Sran’s a very private person, but he’s wonderful to be around. He’s been a great addition to the crew. We’re going to miss him when his assignment’s over.” JS: “What’s his specialty?” KS: “Funny you should ask, because I’m not quite sure how to answer. I guess science officer would be the best way to describe him, but the term doesn’t really do him justice. He’s a physician by trade, but he’s also got experience piloting and working security.” JS: “I’ve always wondered about that, Karen. How often do officers pull double-duty as far as working in multiple departments?” KS: “It’s pretty rare these days, Jake. There were a fair number of officers in the 23rd century who had multiple jobs aboard their ships, but those vessels were a lot small and less diverse than what we have today. I suppose it could still happen if you had someone like Commander Data who could multitask, but most people would be overwhelmed having to do two jobs at once.” JS: “Aren’t you kind of doing that, Karen?” KS: “As a chief science officer, I head up one department. But I’m also the gamma-shift commander on Friday and Saturday nights and have bridge watches both evenings.” JS: “In the big chair?” KS: “In the big chair. I tried to get by sitting at the science station during my first shift, but Captain Sanders somehow knew what I was up to and asked me to move.” (Editor’s note: Captain Malcolm Sanders is the commanding officer of the USS Cerulean and the twin brother of the late Captain George Sanders of the USS Malinche, which was destroyed in the Borg Invasion of 2381.) JS: “What did he say to you?” KS: “He never actually said that I had to sit in the chair, just that I had to be in the center of the bridge so I could see and hear everything going on. I tend to get woozy if I stand in one place too long, so I eventually sat down. I half-expected the chair to explode or start making weird noises if I pushed the wrong button or shifted my weight too much. I was glad when that shift was over.” JS: “How did you end up with Friday and Saturday?” KS: “Being a science officer is still my main job, so I have to be available for alpha shift during the week and for emergencies. Captain Sanders and Commander Lansing command the alpha and beta shifts, respectively, and Lieutenant McPherson heads up gamma shift Sunday-Thursday.” JS: “That must wreak havoc with your social life, Karen.” KS: (laughs) “I wasn’t aware I had one, Jake.” JS: “What I mean is, with you working Friday and Saturday.” KS: “I actually prefer working those nights because there’s not as much going on. Most departments—mine included—have experiments and projects running during the week that spill over into the evening and overnight hours. But nobody wants to do anything too strenuous during the weekend, so everyone tries to get their work wrapped up by 1900 hours on Friday. I work my normal Friday science shift from 0700-1500 and come back on at 2300 for watch duty. At that point, everyone else has gone home, so I just guard the fort for the night.” JS: “Anything interesting ever happen?” KS: “Interesting is usually my cue to wake the captain and first officer, and that’s rare. Now, if you’re talking about random brushfires and things confined to the ship itself, there’s plenty to keep me occupied. Usually, it’s crewmembers who don’t report for duty and forget to notify their superior, as well as minor security matters—people who get in fights or get drunk and puke or pass out. There’s also the occasional couple that gets frisky in the corridor or the turbolift and gets interrupted. Not that long ago, we had a pair of crewmembers in the throes of lovemaking find themselves on the bridge—which neither of them apparently realized until they heard me clear my throat. There was also an incident involving a civilian trader who impersonated a computer salesman and tried to steal classified information from our computer core while we were visiting a starbase near the Klingon border.” JS: “Really?” KS: “That was the week we were testing our ECH program. Captain Sanders was not happy with the starbase’s security team, as our guest had to pass through their checkpoints before he could board the Cerulean—which he somehow managed despite not having valid identification. Our ECH ran a search of the Starfleet security database and found a match for our salesman, whom we subsequently arrested.” JS: (laughs) “That reminds me of something that happened when I lived on the first DS9. We always had people hanging around who weren’t what they claimed to be.” KS: “That happens a lot at open ports, even places run by Starfleet. It’s just too hard to keep tabs on everyone coming and going.” JS: “And as a rule, the Federation doesn’t pry into people’s lives.” KS: “Exactly. We’re taught to be vigilant, but we can only go so far. Infringing upon people’s rights isn’t what our government’s about, which unfortunately means we take one on the chin every so often.” JS: “Like that guy who tried a poison a grain shipment over a century ago.” KS: (laughs) “And eventually dragged your father and his crew along for the ride if I remember correctly—the perfect argument for people who think we should still be doing blood screenings to flush out Changelings and spies.” JS: “I take it you don’t agree with that argument, Karen.” KS: “Not at all, Jake. The Federation was built on cooperation and has been sustained by trust. If we throw that trust out the airlock every time something bad happens, we’re only hurting ourselves.” JS: “Speaking of airlocks, I’m afraid I’m due back at the shipyard in a few minutes. Any last-minute words of wisdom for our listeners.” KS: “Beware the Ides of March. Via con Dios.”
  2. Kirk's wraparound tunic and Picard's blue uniform

    It's no different than the bomber jackets worn by command-level officers and flag officers between TSFS and TUC. Rank has always had its privileges. --Captain Terrell
  3. Star Trek: Cerulean -- "Ad Astra" (Pilot)

    Chapter 1 Captain Terrell sipped his second cup of tea since returning to the Cerulean as he read through Morgan Bateson’s brief message offering his crew members a rematch the next time they were planetside, a half-smile coating his features. Lieutenant Commander Snow sat on the other side of his desk, her own expression one of curiosity. Both officers were back in uniform—Terrell in red and Snow in blue—having beamed up shortly after the controversial conclusion of their basketball game against Terrell’s erstwhile 23rd century contemporary. “Bateson?” she asked. Terrell nodded, his eyes following the steam rising from his beverage as it ascended toward the ready room’s ceiling. Snow’s eyes widened slightly. “Is he gloating or apologizing?” “Neither. He’s offering us a rematch the next time we’re here. I guess he feels bad the game ended the way it did.” “That celebration of his sure fooled me. I can’t believe the officials whistled Sran for a moving pick with four seconds left on the clock—before the ball was even inbounds.” Terrell shrugged. “If he’d kept his cool, maybe we’d have been able to send the game into overtime with a defensive stop.” “Anger management has never been Sran’s strong suit,” Snow said. “But I agree he should have just kept his mouth shut. Even officials who don’t speak Romulan know when someone’s swearing at them.” Brushing aside a stray lock of dirty blonde hair, she rose from her seat. “I’m due on the bridge. Was there anything else, Captain?” “No, Karen. And welcome back. We really missed you these last few months.” The science officer offered her friend and commanding officer a final smile before disappearing through Terrell’s office door. The captain read through several additional messages—deleting some and responding to others—before rising from his chair to return his empty teacup to the room’s lone replicator. He’d elected to give Bateson’s message further thought before answering the other man’s invitation—not because he wasn’t interested, but because he wasn’t sure when the Cerulean would be near Earth next, the vessel’s refit nearly complete after more than three weeks in drydock. The timing of the Akira-class vessel’s return to the Sol system had been fortuitous for both the ship and its crew, as the Cerulean had been overdue for repairs, and the frigate’s proximity to Earth had expedited Commander Snow’s return from a six-month assignment with the Department of Temporal Investigations—a necessity made all the more crucial by the recent promotion of Terrell’s former executive officer; the departure of the now-Captain Michael Flasch had left Terrell without a first officer, a position that Starfleet had assured Terrell would not be filled anytime soon. Admiral Akaar’s office had provided the captain with a list of suitable candidates to replace Flasch; however, the majority were stationed on vessels or starbases far from either the Cerulean’s present location or the route she would take to begin her next assignment, a three-month tour of the Gamma Quadrant, an eventuality that had forced Terrell to fill the void created by the absence of a right-hand man with a right-hand woman—in the person of Karen Snow. The commander had initially expressed reservations about taking on the dual-role of chief science officer and executive officer, but Terrell—who had served in an era during which combined billets were much more common—had explained to Snow that the assignment would only be temporary, and that it would give her an opportunity to have more control over her own schedule, something she’d grown accustomed to during her work with the DTI. Terrell suppressed a chuckle. Appropriate that a man out of time should have a crew member who’s studied temporal mechanics. Terrell’s sudden reappearance more than thirty months earlier had surprised many in Starfleet—not only because a man many believed had died roughly a century earlier was alive, but also because of what it implied about Federation security—an implication tested once again tested in recent months by the assassination of President Bacco and the hoax perpetrated by the man claiming to be Ishan Anjar. Terrell had been the commander of the USS Reliant, the vessel assigned to the then-top-secret Project Genesis, when he was abducted and imprisoned by Klingon Imperial Intelligence in late-2384; his replacement—a Klingon altered to appear human—assumed his post aboard the Reliant, an endeavor that ended with the vessel’s destruction by the USS Enterprise following its hijacking by a genetically-engineered superman named Khan Noonian Singh. The imposter’s mission had apparently entailed his gathering information about the technology used by Drs. Carol and David Marcus to develop the Genesis Device, a mission that ended with his suicide due to the influence of an alien eel native to Ceti Alpha V, where Khan and his men had been marooned for more than a decade. In a turn of events fraught with irony, Terrell was placed in stasis in an experimental Klingon prison, where he remained for almost fifty years before a raid by Romulans resulted in the prison’s liberation and end of the Starfleet officer’s hibernation. Terrell and a small group of prisoners managed to steal a Klingon shuttle, which they used to return to Federation space—a journey made at high-impulse that created a time-dilation effect; Terrell and his companions reached the nearest Federation starbase nine months after escaping the Klingon prison—and discovered that fifty more years had elapsed in the interim. Terrell was greeted with open arms by Starfleet, which was more than happy to have such a well-regarded starship commander back in the fold. But the captain’s absence and imprisonment made his initial transition to life in the 24th century difficult; he was surrounded by species he didn’t recognize and technology he didn’t understand. Worse, the men and women with whom he’d served—save exceptions like Bateson and Montgomery Scott—were either dead or had long since retired from Starfleet service, leaving the captain feeling out of place and out of touch with his new peers, many of whom thought his leadership skills antiquated, a perception that had left him unable to either obtain a command or earn a promotion. An unhappy Terrell had reluctantly taken a teaching position at Starfleet Academy in the hopes that his experience would prove beneficial to cadets and junior officers new to Starfleet, believing he’d never set foot on the bridge of a starship again. But fate—and the Romulans—intervened a second time. Terrell agreed to accompany a group of cadets on a training mission as an observer and part-time instructor, a seemingly routine survey mission that would take the USS Ajax to the edge of the Neutral Zone. He had been on the bridge when the ship’s captain was killed by an exploding computer console courtesy of a Romulan disruptor barrage, an attack that saw Terrell fracture his right wrist. Despite the injury, the captain managed to save the Ajax’s crew and repel the Romulan attack, actions for which he was awarded a commendation for conspicuous bravery. Although the remainder of the mission was scrapped, Terrell’s part in its outcome convinced the admiralty he was deserving of another command; he was awarded the newly-commissioned USS Cerulean a few months later. More than eighteen months had passed since Admiral Akaar had shaken Terrell’s hand and given him the keys to the most powerful ship the captain had ever seen. Much of his tenure had entailed putting out brushfires and observing first-contact proceedings in and around Federation territory. The upcoming mission to the Gamma Quadrant would mark his first extended exploratory mission since his return to starship command. Whatever obstacles he and his crew were destined to face, the onetime boxing champion was determined to meet each challenge head-on. The chime of the intraship comm system interrupted Terrell’s reverie, followed by Snow’s voice. “Bridge to Terrell. Engineering reports all system upgrades are complete. Yard command has granted us permission to get underway.” Terrell stepped away from his desk and strode toward the door. “I’ll be right there.”
  4. Star Trek: Cerulean -- "Ad Astra" (Pilot)

    Author’s Note: One of the members of Cerulean’s crew is an established character from Star Trek canon. His presence in the 24th century will be explained as this story—the first to feature his adventures with his new crew—progresses. One of the members of said crew may be familiar to those of you who had a chance to read her interview with the Federation News Service; this story takes place in January 2386, approximately four-and-half-months after her one-on-one chat with Jake Sisko, and roughly coincides with the events of Star Trek: Section 31: Disavowed. Enjoy! Prologue Karen Snow backpedaled against three oncoming opponents, wondering for the fifth time in as many seconds if she was making a mistake. The middle opponent—a Vulcan male—effortlessly dribbled behind his back before firing a no-look pass to the teammate on his left. Snow slide-stepped to her right and braced for a collision with a Bolian woman attempting to convert a fast-break layup, the latter’s left hand outstretched as she elevated toward the rim. As she followed her opponent’s mid-air trajectory, Snow realized with a start that the Bolian’s right knee was on an intercept course for her chest. This going to hurt, she thought. The normally raucous Starfleet Academy gymnasium was suddenly silenced by the ensuing carnage—a collision that saw the human woman knocked onto her back only moments before the Bolian landed on top of her, the ball rolling harmlessly out of bounds. Snow rubbed the back of her head and neck with one hand while probing her chest with other, relieved that she appeared to be in one piece. Hearing the nearest official blow his whistle to signal the play dead, her dark blue eyes darted from left to right, a small smile forming on her face as she saw him signal for both a charging foul and a change in possession, which meant her team had the ball back with only seconds remaining in the game’s fourth quarter, its score knotted at ninety-seven. A second official pointed toward her team’s bench, indicating the use of a timeout. Snow was helped to her feet by a pair of teammates—a human woman named Regina Andes, her onetime classmate at the Academy, and an Andorian thaan named Juren th’Shan, her current shipmate aboard the USS Cerulean. “Are you all right, Karen?” Andes asked. “I’m sure I’ll be sore tomorrow,” Snow said. “But I’ll live.” “Sorry about that pass,” th’Shan offered. "I didn’t realize you were trying to make a back-cut along the baseline." Snow shook her head. “Don’t sweat it. We got the ball back in time for a last shot.” The threesome joined their two remaining teammates—a Cardassian and a Romulan--near the bench. A dark-skinned human man in civilian clothing handed Snow a cup of water and offered her a pat on the shoulder before gesturing for the group to huddle around him, a padd with a touch-screen interface tucked under his right arm. “We’ve got four seconds to get a shot off before the end of regulation,” said Clark Terrell. Taking the padd in his left hand, he began to diagram a play with his right. “Juren, you’ll be our inbounds passer. Decan, I want you to pop out to the elbow and catch the inbounds pass. ‘Gina, when he catches, you cut hard from the top of the circle to the painted area and wait for a bounce pass. Karen, you pop out from behind a screen from Sran at foul-line in case Gina’s cut isn’t there. You’ll be our second option if the defense tries to prevent a lay-up. Sran, after you screen for Karen, head to the weak-side and rebound. We probably have time for one good shot and a put-back if we execute. Otherwise, we’ll have five more minutes to figure out how to wipe that smirk off Bateson’s face.” The group laughed. “One more thing,” Terrell cautioned. “This is our last timeout, so we’ve got to make sure we get the ball inbounds.” Everyone nodded their understanding. Terrell offered his hand to the group, four of whom were members of his crew. Each of the five competitors and Starfleet officers placed a hand atop his at the center of the circle. “One, two, three: ad astra!” To be continued... Next Time: The game’s conclusion, and the crew’s next assignment.
  5. The following is a transcript of Federation News Service correspondent Jake Sisko’s audio-only interview with Lt. Commander Karen Snow (Michaela McManus), chief science officer of the USS Cerulean. Commander Snow is on an extended leave of absence from Starfleet and is currently working with the Federation Department of Temporal Investigations. She was kind enough to do this interview from her apartment in San Francisco. Jake Sisko: “Thank you for agreeing to give this interview, Commander. I appreciate your generosity and hospitality.” Karen Snow: “Not at all. And please call me Karen. I hear my given name so infrequently these days that I sometimes have trouble remembering it.” JS: “Is that right?” KS: “I’ve had to stop myself from signing ‘Commander Snow’ on greeting cards before. It’s not something I’m proud of. By the way, would you like a cup of tea or coffee?” JS: (laughs) “I remember my dad telling me a similar story once. And I’m fine, thank you.” KS: “From what I know of him, your father has many titles he can legitimately claim, so that’s not surprising. Sometimes, I think Starfleet officers forget about life outside the uniform.” JS: “Speaking of uniforms…” KS: “People may not realize that although the DTI is part of the Federation, it’s not Starfleet. The men and women who work there are civilians, though there are a few people like me who have a military background.” JS: “So you’re following their dress code…” KS: “Their field-agents wear all-black jumpsuits. As a consultant, I’m free to wear whatever I want.” JS: “Are you comfortable telling our listeners what you’re wearing?” KS: “I’ve on a comfortable navy blue sweater, beige khaki pants and dark brown knee-high boots that make a lot of noise when I walk. If I’m anywhere close by, you’ll hear me before you see me.” JS: “I can attest to that. I heard you cross your apartment to open the door for me. ” KS: “When my assignment at DTI is over, maybe I should design an experiment to see if a cloaking device can hide me with these on.” JS: (laughs) “And what is your assignment at DTI?” KS: “I can’t share specific details, unfortunately. Much of what DTI does is classified, and I’d be arrested if I shared anything sensitive. In general, DTI is a think-tank made up of people who study time for a living. They try to figure out how time travel works and if it’s possible to interact with alternate universes—provided such things exists.” JS: “You’re saying you don’t believe in the Mirror Universe?” KS: “I know that you’ve been there before, Jake. But as a scientist, I can’t just take your word for it. I have to see things for myself before I accept them as true.” JS: “Yet you’re wearing a crucifix necklace.” KS: (laughs) “I never said I wasn’t complicated. And I can see God’s work everywhere I go, so I’ve got more than enough proof that He exists.” JS: “Does anyone at DTI have a God-complex? I could see someone getting a big head from knowing so much about a scary subject. KS: (laughs) “There are a couple of people like that, but most of the agents and scientists I work with are friendly and approachable. I’ve never felt uncomfortable about being there.” JS: “Was that something you were worried about going in?” KS: “A little. There’s always been tension between the DTI and Starfleet, which really goes back when DTI first started. Everyone’s heard the stories about James Kirk and the Enterprise crew. There are a few people at DTI who talk about Kirk like he’s the spawn of Satan.” JS: “But not you…” KS: “The scientist in me again. I know Starfleet’s history and everything that Kirk did for the Federation. You and I might not be here were it not for him. But I wasn’t around during his heyday and can’t speak to things I didn’t witness. I’m sure he did a lot of things he was proud of and a number of things he later regretted. Violating DTI’s laws seems like something most people would feel bad about.” JS: “You’re twenty nine and have most of your career in front of you. Is there anything you feel bad about as you look back on what you’ve accomplished so far?” KS: “Passing gas in a turbolift and blaming it on a Klingon.” JS: “Uh…” KS: (laughs) “I’m joking. I sometimes forget how dry—and crude--my sense of humor can be. I apologize if I’ve offended any of this morning’s listeners. But seriously, I regret not taking the time to get to know the people working under me better. Right before I left the Cerulean, we lost two crew members to accidents, including a botanist who was killed when a plasma conduit outside her quarters ruptured. I had maybe two conversations with her that weren’t duty-related.” JS: “Does that bother you, Karen?” KS: “A lot. I never envisioned myself commanding a starship. But the increased responsibilities I’ve taken on over the past year—my time at DTI notwithstanding—have me thinking more and more about becoming a captain. But then I think about what a captain has to know about his or her crew, and I just don’t think I’ve a strong enough sense of who the people around me really are. I can’t imagine what I’d have said about those crew members if I’d given their eulogies or written letters to their families. I’ve spent so much of my career asking ‘what’ that I sometimes forget to ask ‘who.’ JS: “And who are you, Karen?” KS: “I’m a vibrant and beautiful woman who’s passionate about her career, her family and her friends. But I’m still a young woman and don’t have things as figured out as most people believe. I still eat peanut butter and jelly for lunch and keep a stuffed bulldog by my bed.” JS: “Does he bite?” KS: (laughs) “Only if I get woken up in the middle of the night, which happens a lot less now that I’m on Earth.” JS: “How long is your assignment supposed to be?” KS: “I agreed to work with DTI for six months. I’ve been there for two, so I’ve four months to go. JS: “Who’s keeping your seat warm back on the Cerulean?” KS: “A junior science officer named Juren th’Shan. He’s Andorian, as you may have guessed, and he’s absolutely brilliant. Part of me wonders if I’ll still have a job when it’s time to go back.” JS: “Worried about becoming Starfleet’s version of Wally Pip?” KS: “I’m sorry?” JS: “It’s a long story. I’m guessing you’re not a baseball fan?” KS: “Wrong sport. I grew up in Indiana. We play basketball there. But I get the gist of what you’re saying, Jake, and I know that although Juren has bright future ahead of him, he’ll have to pay his dues before anyone makes him a senior officer.” JS: “Your personnel file says you paid your dues piloting shuttles.” KS: “My first posting after I graduated the Academy was at the Academy, supervising science cadets. But there was only so much I could teach them, having just earned an officer’s commission myself, so I spent the bulk of my time working as a test-pilot flying prototype shuttles.” JS: “Any stories you can share about that?” KS: “One of the shuttles was having a problem with its inertial dampeners—though no one that prior to my flight. When I tried to take the craft to warp, the G forces pinned me to my seat. I passed out.” JS: “When did everyone else realize what happened to you?” KS: “When I didn’t answer the hail asking if my warp-jump was successful. It didn’t take long to find me, but I was still out when the T’Kumbra beamed me off the shuttle. JS: “The T’Kumbra? Isn’t that…?” KS: (laughs) “I know what you’re going to say. I didn’t have the pleasure of meeting him, as I came to in the T’Kumbra’s sickbay and was discharged once the CMO examined me.” JS: “Was there any sort of fallout from incident?” KS: “If there was, I wasn’t told. I was back piloting the next day, so I didn’t worry too much about it. And as I spent most of the ordeal slumped over in the pilot’s seat, I didn’t have much to add to the official record.” JS: “I meant to ask this earlier, but you’re part of one of the most diverse crews in all of Starfleet, aren’t you?” KS: “I don’t know exactly where Cerulean falls on the diversity scale, but we’re definitely up there.” JS: “And your closest friends are Bajoran, Cardassian and Romulan.” KS: “What can I say? I’m a sucker for anyone who doesn’t look like me. “ (laughs) “I didn’t know what to expect when I came aboard, but things just worked out that way. “ JS: “I’ve heard Cerulean’s crew quarters are kind of an experiment.” KS: “Yes, they are. Because the ship’s designed for deep-space missions, Starfleet decided to make the crew quarters more like actual houses. Junior officers and enlisted personnel share four-person units with two people in each room. There’s a central living area where everyone can hang out. Senior officers have their own quarters just like any other ship, but their quarters have multiple levels. The first level has a kitchen and a living room with a fireplace. The second level is more like a loft, as the bedroom overlooks the living room.” JS: “It looks like we’re out of time. Anything else you’d like to share?” KS: “Never drink Romulan ale on an empty stomach. Thanks, everyone!” A/N: I've wanted to do something like this for a while to introduce characters I've created for different works of fan fiction. Anyone is welcome to reply to this thread with a similar interview if they're interested. Thanks for reading!
  6. Rename that episode.

    "Yesterday's Enterprise" = "Guinan's Time of the Month" "Parallels" = "A Fistful of Worfs" "Rejoined" = "Terry Farrell Kisses Susanna Thompson"
  7. What was the last Star Trek episode you watched?

    "In Purgatory's Shadow" (DS9)
  8. ST Books

    I've not read as many as the rest of you. Maybe someday I'll get there.
  9. First Image of USS Voyager Refit

    I like it, although I agree the impulse engines have a somewhat bulky look to them that's not seen in the Sovereign-class design.
  10. What was the last Star Trek episode you watched?

    "A Time to Stand" (DS9)
  11. Finally figured out why Sisko was never made an Admiral

    I'd always interpreted that statement as something of a joke and not anything that should be taken seriously. Sisko's later actions contradicted the notion that he'd accept a promotion to admiral. --Captain Sisko
  12. Finally figured out why Sisko was never made an Admiral

    Precisely correct. As Jadzia observed during a discussion with Sisko during "The Search," she could never see him being content with merely making decisions. He had to be at the forefront of what was happening to see the consequences of said decisions, something that a position within the admiralty wouldn't have offered him. "Change of Heart" happened during the sixth season. It's not likely. Sisko was much more a man of action who thrived on being "in the thick of things." Recall that he had a hard time being assigned to Admiral Ross during "Behind the Lines" and "Favor the Bold," as he'd have rather commanded the Defiant himself as opposed to delegating the responsibility to Dax. Bashir was the other part of that exchange. He said, "Without the White, the Jem'Hadar won't function." Ross answerred, "Without the White, the Jem'Hadar will die." --Captain Sisko
  13. Pre-DS9 Benjamin Sisko

    Admiral Leyton says as much during "Paradise Lost" when he reminds Sisko that he was "more interested in ship design and engineering than command" when he first came aboard the USS Okinawa. Additionally, there are several instances throughout the series in which Sisko is seen affecting repairs to the Defiant himself or watching O'Brien's staff work, which suggests that engineering was his area of expertise before he matriculated to the command track. --Captain Sisko
  14. Children of Time

    I'm surprised that this idea wasn't expanded upon, given that he linked with his counterpart. Although I wouldn't have expected Odo to suddenly be able to duplicate humanoid faces more closely, it would have been nice to see gradual improvement. --Mr. Spock
  15. Yesteryear

    If I remember correctly, anyone using the Guardian of Forever could specify a specific time and place that he wanted to visit. The Guardian's statement about offering the past in a particular manner was in response to Kirk's query about changing the speed at which history was reviewed. --Mr. Spock