An RP blog for Kira Nerys, First Officer of Deep Space Nine and Colonel in the Bajoran Militia ((While other RPers and I may craft storylines, I am still open to RP with any character from any fandom at any time. All you have to do is drop something in my ask. You can tag me in a post but I'm bad about finding posts I'm tagged in. I also accept magic anons))
"You Belong With Me" - A Parody of the Taylor Swift Song of the Same Name
((A couple of weeks ago, I finished watching VOY. As an ardent J/C shipper, a development of a certain relationship left me . . . miffed, to put it mildly. What follows is what I imagine would have happened if Janeway listened to Taylor Swift on a regular basis.))
You're on the comm with your girlfriend ā she's upset,
She thinks what you said was "irrelevant"
'Cause she doesn't get your humor like I do.
I'm on the bridge commanding Voyager.
You're probably off on the holodeck with her
And she'll never know your story like I do.
But she wears catsuits
I wear the uniform
She's in Astrometrics
And I'm in the captain's chair
Dreaming about the day when you wake up and find
That what you're looking for has been here the whole time.
If you could see
That I'm the one
Who understands you.
Been here all along.
So, why can't you see ā
You belong with me,
You belong with me?
In my office thinking 'bout our time on New Earth
And your story of the angry warrior.
Drinking up my coffee, thinking to myself,
"Those days were so easy!"
And you've got a smile
That can power this whole ship.
I haven't seen it in awhile
Since she joined our trip.
You may say it, but I know you're not fine.
What are you doing with Seven of Nine?
She wears implants,
I wear command pips.
She's in Astrometrics,
And I'm in the captain's chair.
Dreaming about the day when you wake up and find
That what you're looking for has been here the whole time.
If you could see
That I'm the one
Who understands you,
Been here all along.
So, why can't you see ā
You belong with me?
Standing by and waiting at your backdoor.
All this time how could you not know, baby ā
You belong with me,
You belong with me?
Oh, I remember how you came into my quarters
In the middle of the night.
I'm the one who makes you laugh
When you know you're 'bout to cry.
I know your spirit guide,
And you tell me about your dreams.
Think I know where you belong,
Think I know it's with me.
Can't you see
That I'm the one
Who understands you?
Been here all along.
So, why can't you see ā
You belong with me?
Standing by and waiting at your backdoor.
All this time how could you not know, baby ā
You belong with me,
You belong with me?
You belong with me.
Don't you think, Chakotay, maybe
You belong with me?
and i am done with my graceless heart
so tonight iām gonna cut out and then restart
cause i like to keep my issues drawn
itās always darkest before the dawn
The editing is absolutely superb, and it manages to capture Kira so wonderfully.
All of my posts talking at length about why sheās so amazing (both the one Iāve written and the many to come) canāt hold a candle to this. Do yourself a favour and watch it multiple times, just to let it really sink in ;)
For once, things have been running smoothly on Deep Space Nine. I have been filling my time playing host to a multitude of visitors. I've thoroughly enjoyed getting to know them all.
The USSĀ Parton stopped by earlier this week. The crew was just stopping by to restock, so the extraordinary thing about them was that there was a small group of dogs living aboard the ship: personal pets of the crew. I finally got to see a dog for the first time outside of pictures in databases and on Tumblr. They're wonderful, cute, and sweet - but they slobber everywhere! And I'm still finding fur on myself, no matter how many times I wash my uniform.
And now I come back from my shift in Ops to find that my quarters are overrun by Cardassian voles, and they've chewed up the furniture. I'd much rather have a dog . . . .
In our faith, we conceive the pagh as a flame, a candle that is set burning by the Prophets in the Celestial Temple at the moment of our birth. At times of great hardship that flame may burn low; it may even be snuffed out if death claims us unexpectedly. But we believe that through our faith in the Prophets, they sustain us, replenishing our pagh through their love.
According to my archives, it was today of last year that I started this blog. I have to say, it was an excellent decision. I've had tons of fun and I've met some amazing people, most notably the awesome, wacky people of the USS Tumblr. Thanks to everyone who have made this first year of RPing a great experience! Live long and BLARGHARGHARGH!
Ā Hugh was definitely hoping his drones would listen to reason here. Yes, they were peaceful, and yes, they did want to establish communication with the world outside, but that didnāt mean all of their kind was patient with being mistreated. Especially those who had defected from Lore or those who had began to remember their pasts and felt lost between this life and the last.
He snapped back to almost automatic attention when Kira spoke again, this time to suggest a change in location. Although, to a rather unexpected place given her previous warnings. But he could hear the tone in her voice and, mixed with the increasing variance of reactions, he maybe knew what she really meant. There were a lot of humans here. A lot of people who did recognize what he was. And.. well, it was uncomfortable the more that eyes fell on him.Ā āY-yes. I would like that.ā He answered promptly, or perhaps he was actually just sharing the tiniest fraction of her haste to get somewhere a little quieter. āPerhaps it will be safer with you accompanying me.ā
"I won't leave you alone until you ask me to," said Kira warmly. She led Hugh to Quark's, ignored everyone who paid any attention to them, and settled on a table on the upper level of the establishment, overlooking the Dabo tables.
"This is where people usually go if they want some privacy," Kira explained in regards to the upper level of Quark's. "The table in the corner that I would have preferred is currently occupied by some Vulcans, but I think this will do . . . . I am going to make my announcement to the station later about you and your people. Is there anything you want known?"
Kira nodded slowly. āGoing from what we know, weāre sure. I have a group that still wants to spend some more time on your case, and you are more than welcome to work with them if you want, but you have to understand. Weāve never seen anything like this before.ā
Roger looked down again, knitting his brow. ā⦠T-Thatās⦠But howā¦ā He pressed his hand up to his forehead. āI feel⦠a littleā¦ā His knees went weak, and after a long jog, hearing this kind of news, especially in Kira Nerysā particular brand of communication, might have turned out to have been a little too much.
Kira stared, dumbfounded, as Roger fell to the floor with aĀ thud.Ā She bent down to his side and pressed two fingers to his neck; there was still a pulse. She then tapped on her comm badge.
"Colonel Kira to the infirmary," she said clearly.
Yes, Colonel?Ā
"Our guest Mr. Wilco just fainted in the middle of the corridor. Please send someone to help me bring him in."
"Aria TāLoak? Ezri told me about you, but she didnāt mention that you would come to the station," said Kira. "Iām Colonel Kira Nerys, the stationās first officer." She extended her hand out in anticipation of a handshake.
Aria considered taking the haughty stance, ignoring the extended hand and breezing on into the station proper. But then againā¦recognition of her name was not the same as recognition of any authority, and she had to remember she was not on her own turf. The placeās second-in-command was a contact worth cultivating.
She extended a blue-skinned hand and took Kiraās, squeezing it in a firm grip. āColonel Kira,ā she acknowledged, inclining her head slowly. āI have heard your name as well. I did not know myself that I would attempt a visit but I have found myself somewhat at loose ends lately.ā To put it mildly. DS9 at least boded to be more interesting than the Citadel while Omega was lost to her. āA pleasure to meet you,ā she finished ā not exactly warmly, but with the cool cordiality she was capable of when warranted.