Undiscovered I: Rumors of War
Nov. 30th, 2013 07:04 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
works_in_spaceEnterprise had come home. Possibly for the last time. Possibly not. The rumors that had been brewing for weeks were everywhere. Something had happened. To the Klingons. Or the Romulans. Or both. Or the Orion pirates. Or someone. And a ship once destined for early retirement was needed again. Or at least needed enough that the ship's crew was up to a full complement. Including, to Jim's surprise, a Vulcan science officer.
Alas, it was clear that even if his ship was not being mothballed, Jim and the bridge crew were. Uhura had taken a post at the Academy, Scotty had bought a boat and was talking about moving off Earth entirely, Chekov was desperately trying to find a new posting, Bones took over for Atlanta to see his family and to grouse, and Spock was...somewhere. Within two days of arriving back on Earth, Spock vanished on some new assignment. Again, rumor had some suggestions about what it was. All of them pointed at Ambassador Sarek, fully re-established on Earth and already rumored to be involved in high level talks of some sort.
It was all very confusing. To Jim, to everyone from his ship and everyone at Starfleet HQ. But it was also disheartening, for so much to be going on and for him to know nothing. It wasn't like this back in the day. When he was young and the ship he commanded was the real Enterprise. He didn't hear rumors. He received communiques, memoranda, facts. Now he was just another officer.
No, he wasn't even that. His ship was being taken from him. Whatever was about to happen, it would happen without him. He was done for. Might as well follow Uhura's lead and go back to the Academy. Or give up the uniform once and for all. If they didn't want him, why should he want them?
Except he never wanted them. He wanted his ship. And his command. And his opportunity to explore. And the uniform represented all of that. There was no way he'd give that back. And if he didn't give that up, maybe there was a little hope he could get one last ride on his ship.
But he wasn't counting on it.
Still, there were still rumors everyplace in San Francisco. Including one that there's be some sort of announcement soon, within the week. If nothing else, he'd finally know what was going on.
For now, Jim would head to his apartment, look at the world going by, and maybe head out for a drink. To the one place where he wouldn't hear more rumors.
Alas, it was clear that even if his ship was not being mothballed, Jim and the bridge crew were. Uhura had taken a post at the Academy, Scotty had bought a boat and was talking about moving off Earth entirely, Chekov was desperately trying to find a new posting, Bones took over for Atlanta to see his family and to grouse, and Spock was...somewhere. Within two days of arriving back on Earth, Spock vanished on some new assignment. Again, rumor had some suggestions about what it was. All of them pointed at Ambassador Sarek, fully re-established on Earth and already rumored to be involved in high level talks of some sort.
It was all very confusing. To Jim, to everyone from his ship and everyone at Starfleet HQ. But it was also disheartening, for so much to be going on and for him to know nothing. It wasn't like this back in the day. When he was young and the ship he commanded was the real Enterprise. He didn't hear rumors. He received communiques, memoranda, facts. Now he was just another officer.
No, he wasn't even that. His ship was being taken from him. Whatever was about to happen, it would happen without him. He was done for. Might as well follow Uhura's lead and go back to the Academy. Or give up the uniform once and for all. If they didn't want him, why should he want them?
Except he never wanted them. He wanted his ship. And his command. And his opportunity to explore. And the uniform represented all of that. There was no way he'd give that back. And if he didn't give that up, maybe there was a little hope he could get one last ride on his ship.
But he wasn't counting on it.
Still, there were still rumors everyplace in San Francisco. Including one that there's be some sort of announcement soon, within the week. If nothing else, he'd finally know what was going on.
For now, Jim would head to his apartment, look at the world going by, and maybe head out for a drink. To the one place where he wouldn't hear more rumors.
