#fleetcaptain

[wornkindness]

     “So don’t be mad--" There's a pause as she studies his expression for a moment. "But I have found a little stowaway.” She reached down and scooped up a fluffy orange cat, who hadn’t the slightest care in the world, and now was purring rather loudly in Amelia’s arms. “He must have snuck into one of my bags while I had my back turned.” She gave Chris an apologetic smile. “I am sorry, normally I do a better job of double checking.”

@fleetcaptian  ♡'d

[mythictold]

janeway & pike | starter call | @fleetcaptian

she doesn't take kindly to interlopers on her ship - especially because they're in the space equivalent of 'middle of nowhere' and starfleet officers usually don't just 'show up' on her ship unless it's some sort of masquerading entity trying to worm into one of their brains, or someone trying to earn their trust. but when the emh compares the biosignatures a hundred times over, they match perfectly with the records of one christopher pike and janeway can simply not explain it.

so she turns to coffee, practically demanding it of the replicator - and then two, which she brings to her desk and slides one across to their newest crewmember.

"i'm afraid strange anomalies aren't exactly foreign to us, but this is the first time someone from starfleet has been pulled through. usually it's a duplicate or an alternate universe counterpart - it seems this particular wormhole crosses space and time." kathryn remarks as she settles behind her desk in her ready room, savoring the coffee for a moment as she gathers her thoughts. if she could hurl voyager back through the wormhole, they'd be home - but displaced in time. it wouldn't be any better than when they'd started this journey. perhaps the wormhole could be harnessed and used to find a way back to their own present-day earth . . . she was awaiting a preliminary report from seven in regards to it.

"for now, you may be stuck with us. but we will do what we can to return you to your original point in space and time. the prime directive practically demands it."

[nursc-arc]

[ 4. ] sender shoves receiver out of the way of a projectile.

there’s no time to react.

one second, she’s staring down the barrel of an old-fashioned revolver. the next, she’s sprawled on the ground, dirt and gravel biting into her palms. a small price to pay for still being in one piece, she thinks, her mind struggling to catch up.

it comes back slowly. first, sound — hurried footsteps pounding away, the lingering echo of a gunshot ringing in her ears. a sharp metallic taste floods her mouth. pain. pain. there is so much pain. she looks down. blood on her hand. the sight jolts her back, head snapping to where she had been standing just moments ago.

❛⠀captain!⠀ ❜ christine wobbles as she pushes herself to her feet, forcing herself past the dizziness and to his side just as his balance falters. ❛⠀hush. don't move,⠀ ❜ she says, starting to assess him for injuries, cursing under her breath as her hands smear more red across his chest. ❛⠀ don't move, but talk to me. look at me. look at me and talk to me, captain.⠀ ❜

[nursc-arc]

❛⠀ you just had to say it, didn't you? we're gonna pop in and out, shake some hands, get an alien burger, no problemo.⠀ ❜⠀okay, maybe the captain didn't exactly say that, but that didn't change he said something like that, and she was one hundred percent blaming him for this. not in a — i'm quitting, never talking to you again, and taking m'benga in the divorce, sort of way. more in a: i'll stay, but don't you think for a second i'm gonna be pleasant about it.⠀ ❛⠀ you just had to say it.⠀ ❜⠀

┊ ┊ starter call. ☆ @fleetcaptian

[wornkindness]

kisses her cheek

         Sometimes she almost envied him when he left, that he had least had a purpose, returning one step closer to having answers. Whereas she was left here, drifting from one place to the next in a seemingly endless cycle, be it headquarters or the different pockets where what was left of her people resided. She felt adrift, lost, stuck with a helpless feeling that there was nothing more she could do other than wait. This, on top of the indescribable grief and deep physical ache of incurable homesickness that constantly threatened to drown her. And yet, she endured with the same light and warmth she always had.

         There was always relief upon seeing him return, still in one piece. Her smile was near instantaneous, and her cheeks grew warm as he leaned down to press a soft kiss to her cheek. “Well, hello to you too, Captain,” she said warmly as a hand reached out to him, her fingers intertwining with his. Gently, she pulled him down to join her on the couch she sat on, and with her hand still holding his, guided his arm to drape around her shoulders as she tucked herself close to him. Once comfortably settled, she stole a kiss, letting it linger for a moment before pulling away. “I’m glad to have you back, you were dearly missed,” she said softly, her words hardly more than a whisper.

[sadnessruns]

[ @fleetcaptian for time shenanigans ]

"I'm not supposed to-- you're-- Fuck--" Stop. Think. Take a breath, Stamets. This is Pike. You know Pike. You can trust Pike. "Hi. Good to uh... see you again... Please don't ask about the uniform."

[nursc-arc]

continued from here I @fleetcaptian

❛ ⠀ ⠀ i'd invite you to come hang out at sickbay for non-medical related reasons, but i reckon that'd send joseph straight over the edge.⠀ ⠀ ❜⠀ ⠀ she quipped, eyes glinting as she injects the hypospray into his neck. a bit of... unconventional medicine. in the middle ages they offered rum and a leather strap, and here on christine chapel's sickbay, medicine comes with a side of charming insanity.⠀ ⠀ ❛ ⠀ ⠀ he is rather protective of the place, you know? and you are.... well, i don't wanna call you a bad omen.⠀ ⠀ ❜⠀

[nursc-arc]

“i shall be going alone.”

christine doesn't mean to snort. no, really, she doesn't. in her own, particular way, she respects the captain way too much for such a blatant show of disregard, but the sound rushes up to her nose so fast, that she's got no time to mask it behind a cough or throw herself out an airlock. it's not her fault. it is how her body instinctively reacts to bullshit.

❛ ⠀no offense, but i'm not letting you do that. last guy who went in there died. and sure, we can play five rounds of the trolley problem if that'll make you feel better, but that is not going to change my mind. ⠀❜