No nearby stars.
No planets or moons or nebulae.
We zoom in closer, picking out a speck of dirty white dust drifting through the void, at the mercy of whichever unimaginably smug higher beings are lurking nearby.
Closer, closer, closer still…ah, it’s not dust, it’s a ship.
The blackness lightens a shade or two, and we’re inside the vessel.
A Klingon that isn’t Worf sits in the sharp spotlight of a room with no decoration. Opposite him, sitting behind the only desk are two people: a lanky, part-time sleaze with a black beard and a female betazoid in a lilac leotard.
Behind them, shadows creeps along the edges of the walls.
‘I don’t know anything about that,’ says the Klingon, keeping his ridges hyphen-straight.
‘Is that so?’ asks Riker. ‘Then maybe you can explain why you were in Engineering last night, asking questions, lurking…’
‘There’s no point denying it, J’dann, you were seen.’
Riker glances at Troi then back at the Klingon. ‘We didn’t say it was a ‘he’.’
‘We did not say you were seen by a man,’ repeats Troi.
‘Aghh, most of the crew here are men…lobotomised, puny men who never speak, but men nonetheless.’
‘Okay. How about this?’ says Riker. ‘You were overheard in Ten Forward saying, and I quote, ‘you, Vulcan, wouldn’t it be glorious if someone broke some cables in Engineering and made this junk fly to Romulus…get captured by Romulans…put all you humans in the same cell, naked, and make you fist each other while the-…’ Continue reading