A Chair for Thought
Riker looked a the chair with a kind of fear he never had felt in his life. It was his dream, his goal, and it scared the hell out of him. It was a chair. All he had to do was sit in it and it was over. William Riker would be captain of the Enterprise-E!
IT was the Captains chair. Soft and conformable. It was always a sign of power, and control. With the chair in the middle of the Bridge it gave him the view of everything. Riker had even sat in it, but yet this time it was different.
Picard had sat in the chair. It was his chair, and Riker was just going to take his place. So why was he this scared about it. Riker smiled as Troi walked on the bridge, off a turbo lift, and sat down never to the chair at her station.
"What is wrong?" Troi asked.
"I just don't know if I can fill the chair." Riker replied.
"Will, I mean Captain, you will do fine. "Troi said, "Now sit."
Riker was never one to disobey orders, so he sat down quickly and filled the role he was born to play. With his tush in the chair, he was the Captain. He was one with the chair. Not Picards any more. His.
Riker looked a the chair with a kind of fear he never had felt in his life. It was his dream, his goal, and it scared the hell out of him. It was a chair. All he had to do was sit in it and it was over. William Riker would be captain of the Enterprise-E!
IT was the Captains chair. Soft and conformable. It was always a sign of power, and control. With the chair in the middle of the Bridge it gave him the view of everything. Riker had even sat in it, but yet this time it was different.
Picard had sat in the chair. It was his chair, and Riker was just going to take his place. So why was he this scared about it. Riker smiled as Troi walked on the bridge, off a turbo lift, and sat down never to the chair at her station.
"What is wrong?" Troi asked.
"I just don't know if I can fill the chair." Riker replied.
"Will, I mean Captain, you will do fine. "Troi said, "Now sit."
Riker was never one to disobey orders, so he sat down quickly and filled the role he was born to play. With his tush in the chair, he was the Captain. He was one with the chair. Not Picards any more. His.
