Kristen stood on the transporter pad with a bag on her shoulder. In it
were just a few items she would need to fulfill her mission, items such as
her lightsaber and some data pads that contained the mission parameters,
items that she would hide as soon as she got to her quarters. She was glad
to be returning to the Enterprise after two years running between Earth and
fighting in the civil war in her home galaxy. She had been in fierce
combat that left a mark in her attitude and behavior, one that she knew
people would see.
"Commander, the Enterprise is ready to receive you now."
"Very well ensign, energize." She told the blonde-headed boy with a sigh, noting that he would have made a good boyfriend if she did not have one already. Before she could finish her thought she found herself in the transporter room on the Enterprise facing the form of Captain Picard. After a five year extended leave, Kristen found it difficult to remember the protocol required of all Star Fleet officers, and spending time on her father's ship did not help matters at all either. "Commander Kristen Skywalker requesting permission to come on board, Sir."
"Permission granted commander. It is good to see you again, Kristen." Picard responded to her with a genuine smile. In his eyes there was a brief glimpse of pure happiness.
"Thank you Captain." She smiled back to mask her growing unease as he moved to engulf her in a fatherly hug, squeezing her tight. As all of the emotions she was trying to keep hidden threatened to explode into a fit of tears, she squeezed him tighter than she had ever done before and buried her head in his shoulder. After a minute, she gathered her composure, then broke the hug and looked into his eyes to see if he was suspicious of her unexpected behavior. She stepped off the transporter pad and walked towards the grey door. In three long strides she reached the door, stopped, and without turning around asked him if he was coming.
Picard's head snapped up making his eyes level with the back of her head. He narrowed his eyes in contemplation, something that normally would make his crew squirm even though he wasn't looking directly at them. However, noticing that she did not seem to move, he walked to her. "Very well, I will escort you to your quarters. It will give me the opportunity to ask you some questions," he said while they moved into the corridor and followed lush yellow carpet towards the turbo lift.
Kristen took this opportunity to compare the Enterprise to her father's ship, noting the difference in size and color. "Well at least I won't have to walk miles on end between the bridge and my quarters, that's a good thing and at least I won't have to look at all the shades of black here. There's some, but not a lot of color," she mused to herself before thinking of answers to the questions she knew Picard would ask. Breaking her reverie, she ventured to turn and look at Picard, raising an eyebrow to inquire, "What kind of questions do you have for me, Captain?"
"Since you just came on board, I don't know if it is my imagination or not, but you seem to have acquired a more commanding presence since the last time I saw you, but my main concern is to know if you are aware that there is fighting between two groups of humans that have entered our galaxy."
"Commander, the Enterprise is ready to receive you now."
"Very well ensign, energize." She told the blonde-headed boy with a sigh, noting that he would have made a good boyfriend if she did not have one already. Before she could finish her thought she found herself in the transporter room on the Enterprise facing the form of Captain Picard. After a five year extended leave, Kristen found it difficult to remember the protocol required of all Star Fleet officers, and spending time on her father's ship did not help matters at all either. "Commander Kristen Skywalker requesting permission to come on board, Sir."
"Permission granted commander. It is good to see you again, Kristen." Picard responded to her with a genuine smile. In his eyes there was a brief glimpse of pure happiness.
"Thank you Captain." She smiled back to mask her growing unease as he moved to engulf her in a fatherly hug, squeezing her tight. As all of the emotions she was trying to keep hidden threatened to explode into a fit of tears, she squeezed him tighter than she had ever done before and buried her head in his shoulder. After a minute, she gathered her composure, then broke the hug and looked into his eyes to see if he was suspicious of her unexpected behavior. She stepped off the transporter pad and walked towards the grey door. In three long strides she reached the door, stopped, and without turning around asked him if he was coming.
Picard's head snapped up making his eyes level with the back of her head. He narrowed his eyes in contemplation, something that normally would make his crew squirm even though he wasn't looking directly at them. However, noticing that she did not seem to move, he walked to her. "Very well, I will escort you to your quarters. It will give me the opportunity to ask you some questions," he said while they moved into the corridor and followed lush yellow carpet towards the turbo lift.
Kristen took this opportunity to compare the Enterprise to her father's ship, noting the difference in size and color. "Well at least I won't have to walk miles on end between the bridge and my quarters, that's a good thing and at least I won't have to look at all the shades of black here. There's some, but not a lot of color," she mused to herself before thinking of answers to the questions she knew Picard would ask. Breaking her reverie, she ventured to turn and look at Picard, raising an eyebrow to inquire, "What kind of questions do you have for me, Captain?"
"Since you just came on board, I don't know if it is my imagination or not, but you seem to have acquired a more commanding presence since the last time I saw you, but my main concern is to know if you are aware that there is fighting between two groups of humans that have entered our galaxy."