one \\ Ten Forward Lounge

[savagemind]

The ship was falling.

Correction: the ship had fallen, skipping across the ocean like a pebble on a lake, scraping Alcatraz clean and tumbling towards the city. Sparks showered the bridge, alarms screaming about hull integrity, bulkhead damage, warp and impulse drive failure. None of it mattered. From his perch in the captain's chair, Khan let nothing but grief and rage fill his thoughts as the city skyline filled the viewscreen.

They'd taken everything from him. Now he would return the favor.

The saucer struck. Khan was thrown forward, and everything went white--


And he woke, aching and crumpled on a cold floor. He pushed himself up, face twisted in a silent snarl, and took stock, mind immediately jumping to one single, obvious conclusion.

Starfleet.

They should have let him die with his crew. Their mistake.

Comments

[immutablysam]

Sam gives 'his' room information. A chance to maybe learn some new moves, and find out more about some of these aliens is well worth the trouble.

"Enthusiast? Yeah, you could say that."

[alwaysnotwrong]

Worf isn't going to judge Sam whether 'he' is technically male or not -- regardless of if a tricorder scan could out the human one way or another, the Klingon has spent much time with a Trill host, which means seven generations of life to contend with and occasionally address. He's learned not to drag things through the mud. Besides, he is Federation raised. If 'he' has a secret, Worf is not going to out him, or even really ask!

"Mr. Bowe, I will give you one piece of advice. Enthusiasts are appreciated aboard this vessel. Warriors born and raised take time to be worked into the fold. Choose your words with the same consideration that you might choose one enemy in a melee and you will be that much closer to understanding the Federation." With that, the Klingon gave a curt nod, and left Sam to fend for himself... at least for now!