It never rains aboard a starship. The wind doesn't blow and the seasons
come and go without herald from the trees. The day they called him Captain
and gave him the universe in Enterprise, he hadn't given much thought to
living within the sterile walls of a ship, sailing through the cold
breaches of space. One year had passed. Four seasons back home. Summer,
fall, spring and winter.
He felt that the first year for Enterprise mimicked nature's revolutions. They began this mission with anticipation blooming. Like the bright sun of summer, their dreams burned intensely along with the new warp-five engine gracing the first starship of a fledging fleet. Before the sparrow had flown far from the nest, the vultures descended, harbingers in the fall of the winter to come. Foes loomed at every turn and the crew's enthusiasm became tempered with a realization that this mission, this exploration, impacted different worlds and species. Their mistakes had far-reaching consequences.
Winter crashed upon her bow. The Suliban, a foe from the start, constantly harping at their nacelles. A threat that returned frequently enough to ensure they never forgot peaceful exploration wasn't always their primary mission. Cold reality battered Enterprise and her charges within. As winter chases life to ground so the crew gathered together, closed ranks and fought off the encroaching chill of realization. They were one in a vast universe of many.
They made it to the spring, budding in the realization that despite the odds, they were still there. They could and would make a difference. Humanity wasn't weak and they weren't going to slink back home in defeat. It was time to fly again, and Enterprise was up to the challenge.
"Captain, we're being hailed."
Hoshi's calm announcement shook Archer from his thoughts. He glanced over at his communications officer.
"Put us through Hoshi."
He felt that the first year for Enterprise mimicked nature's revolutions. They began this mission with anticipation blooming. Like the bright sun of summer, their dreams burned intensely along with the new warp-five engine gracing the first starship of a fledging fleet. Before the sparrow had flown far from the nest, the vultures descended, harbingers in the fall of the winter to come. Foes loomed at every turn and the crew's enthusiasm became tempered with a realization that this mission, this exploration, impacted different worlds and species. Their mistakes had far-reaching consequences.
Winter crashed upon her bow. The Suliban, a foe from the start, constantly harping at their nacelles. A threat that returned frequently enough to ensure they never forgot peaceful exploration wasn't always their primary mission. Cold reality battered Enterprise and her charges within. As winter chases life to ground so the crew gathered together, closed ranks and fought off the encroaching chill of realization. They were one in a vast universe of many.
They made it to the spring, budding in the realization that despite the odds, they were still there. They could and would make a difference. Humanity wasn't weak and they weren't going to slink back home in defeat. It was time to fly again, and Enterprise was up to the challenge.
"Captain, we're being hailed."
Hoshi's calm announcement shook Archer from his thoughts. He glanced over at his communications officer.
"Put us through Hoshi."
