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Living in a Memory (I), Part 1 He didn't know where he was, only that he wish he were somewhere else. It was dark, the close boundaries on either side felt like they were squeezing the very air out of the place. Crude, cold metal barriers lining the corridor. This place was made for some other race, a people who don't care about comfort or life. Only death. And honor. He walked down the narrow hall. No, not just him, for he wasn't alone. Someone walked beside him, but it was hard to tell in the dim red light and the coiling smoke further disrupted his vision. They passed underneath a light panel and he saw who it was. It was Jim. In conf

After spending a couple of months on a starship, it's hard to keep track of the calendar date, especially when the more complex stardate system is being used for virtually everything. That is precisely how the crew of the Enterprise was able to get away with their April Fool's jokes as long as they did without the captain being obviously aware of what was going on. James T. Kirk strolled down the corridors of the Enterprise, enjoying his little moment of relaxation. As it always seemed, they had just accomplished some mission that would have been quite easy if things had gone smoothly and according to plan, which they never did. He was hopin

Throughout my life, I've always been The outlier, the odd one Never belonging anywhere. Stranded between two worlds Never calling either one home. Torn between two methodologies: Reason and Sentiment. Adopting one, shunning the other I thought I had at last found peace. But never did I suspect That there was something I had overlooked, Something that I needed. That something was you. Once again, I found myself Surrounded by those different than me. Another crew, another captain, I deduced it would be as it was before. I soon realized that it was not so. With the others, I still felt as if I did not belong. But as soon as I

McCoy walked down the narrow streets of the capital city of Cerberus, the midmorning rays of sunlight hitting the patched up remains of the crumbled buildings. The stones of the streets were still black and the bricks of the walls still baring the scorch marks of the disastrous fires that had run wild across the city. But during the few weeks that had past, the first signs of recovery were appearing, slowly and marginally, but they were there nonetheless. The city would recover and so would the hearts of the parents and families that had been broken when their children had disappeared. The families had been reunited and everything seemed to b

As the sun climbed higher in the sky, directly overhead, the three Starfleet officers reached the rocky foot of the Hachachi Mountains. Slowly, they made their way for the second time up the craggy cliffs and winding paths, hidden in the orangey-tan landscape. The air was hot and dry, and the light breeze gusted up every so often, sending clouds of dust into their eyes and noses. Halfway up the mountainside, the horses began to slow down and in the mid-afternoon, three quarters of the way to the top, they had to stop, for all of them– horses and men– were exhausted. But they knew they needed to reach the aliens' camp before the sun