Another typical day on the Enterprise Bridge
"What's our heading Number 2?" Picard asked from his command post.
"Umm…" Wesley fumbled, "13213.2343, Sir."
Behind Picard, Worf slams his fist on his control panel, still furious over Wesley's promotion to the position of Number 2. Wesley's awkwardness only added to Worf's anger of being passed over.
"Warf, why don't you go fetch Wesley and I some peach nectar Worf" Picard ordered in a sort of self satisfied manner that he had adopted since the beginning of his latest poorly concealed fling. Things had been like this ever since Riker had left on sabbatical to pursue Doctoral studies at Simon Fraser University.
Combined with his own sexual frustration it was the final straw for Worf, the proud Klingon, a tall black man. Left to work like a simple bouncer on the ship, never to rise past the glass ceiling that one would have though removed at this point in time. Abandoning the order for fucking peach nectar he made a left instead of a right and headed down to the engine room to talk to his 'brother from another mother' Geordi.
Enterprise Engine Room
"Can you believe this shit? Fucking Peach Nectar!" Worf thunders.
"This is the third time this week" Geordi replies, "I think you should talk to your HR representative."
"What is he going to do that fucking cracker? He doesn't have the time his ass is glued to Picard's ass, plus he's white. It's time to take matters into my own hands! Are you with me?" Worf ranted.
"What are you saying Worf?"
"This is the last time we get past over! How much longer should we be stuck, you the blue collar worker and I'm the fucking muscle. I have a Master's degree in Poli Sci and an Engineering Degree. I even have a certificate in Conflict Resolution. And Life Guard level 3. And I'm still this oversized dinner plate's bouncer, nothing more."
"So what do we do?"
"Strike, a wildcat strike!"
"Alright…." Geordi replies nervously.
"We need species of the darker shades in command and for god sake we need some Klingon woman on this ship. Do you have any idea how long it is been since I caressed a body. Ever since that rumor got that my exotic black phallus will tear a normal woman apart. Who makes up this shit? What goes through these people's minds?"
"You think you have a hard time, I'm black AND disabled. I can't even get a look, at least one that doesn't contain a mixture of pity and discomfort."
"So we are decided then? A strike it is?"
In the bowls of the ship, the two lonely black men stood on the brink of something that should have been done light years ago, determined to within their own generation rise above their prescribed stations and grasp for something this be the end of the Enterprise as we know it?
To be continued…..