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[works-in-space.livejournal.com]

The voyage to deep space was nearly over. The Enterprise was once again in the heart of Federation territory, a week from Sector 001. From Earth.

And not a moment too soon for a crew that was tired of malfunctions and a senior staff that was hoping for a better, more rewarding assignment that involved less diplomacy and more exploration. Jim had finished filling out the requisite forms to get his ship a stem-to-stern inspection, and had also approved shore leave for himself and much of the crew. He would leave the efforts to get a good mission till he beamed down to HQ, though.

A bit of quiet in the Bar therefore seems a good idea. As he plans a rare vacation and a not-so-rare fight with the brass.

[ooc: Mun around for 90 min. or so before sleep and slowtime.]

Comments

[prydeful]

"Walls, tables, floors, people--pretty well anything. And I walk on air. It's not flying, but it's the next best thing."

[works-in-space.livejournal.com]

"That sounds...somewhat useful." He's not entirely sure how, though.

[prydeful]

"It's particularly nice when someone's trying to kill you, I've got to say."

[works-in-space.livejournal.com]

"It's to hit what isn't really there, right? I think Starfleet was working on doing that, but the science needed is still way beyond us."

[prydeful]

"I'd be really curious to see if they ever make it work," she muses.

"I've only met two or three people like me, and except for one it wasn't exactly like me."

[works-in-space.livejournal.com]

"That anyone exists who can do that at all is remarkable." Some others might suggest some sort of study of her abilities, to replicate them. But not Kirk, ever.