"Captain's log: Stardate 2259.01. James Tiberious Kirk reporting. After several more months of important patrols and peace-keeping activities, throughout the vastness of the United Federation of Planets space, the crew of the U.S.S. ENTERPRISE have earned a long-deserved R-and-R to any place or planet within Federation space.
"We chose one that was still the newest addition, which was also the only place using a Dyson Sphere to make the most out of a post-expulsion-of-gases star. One which was home to the fifteen or twenty billion souls that had claimed this portion of space for far longer than the UFP had been in existence.
"I know that I, personally, was looking forward to meeting up with a beautiful bureaucrat named Zoon Rahnn.
"I could only hope that she had not forgotten me, and would be able to make time for me once we come alongside the star-shell in order to beam over.
"It wouldn't be more than a day at our present speed of Warp Factor Four before that beamover would take place."
"ETA: Eleven hours, Captain," called out Lt. Hikaru Sulu from his position at the helm.
"Thank you, Mr. Sulu," readily responded Captain James T. Kirk from his command chair set in the center of the bright-white bridge that was still brand-new, even after so many months of continuous service. "Mr. Spock...?"
Without having to actually ask, Commander Spock replied from his Science station to Captain Kirk's right, on the upper tier half-encircling the bridge.
"Sensors still sweeping our forward spacial area. Nothing out of the ordinary or dangerous to report."
"Keep it sweeping at a distance of one light-year, Mr. Spock," said Captain Kirk, without even half-turning toward the Vulcan first officer. "I don't want any surprises before our R-and-R."
"Affirmative, Captain," responded Spock, as his slanted-brow eyes continued to watch his sensor screens, as his hands nimbly made contact with his board's buttons in order to continuously adjust the forward-sweeping sensor beams.
"What's the matter, Bones?" asked, with a smile, Captain James Tiberious Kirk of his best friend and chief medical officer, standing a short distance from the command chair, occupied by the youngest starship commander in Starfleet history. "You look like you're about to confront your ex-wife out here."
"Very funny," smirked a slightly grumbling Dr. Leonard McCoy, glancing toward his friend and commander. "You're not the only one who's anxious to get to that star-sphere. I've had more than my share of minor emergencies down in medical bay. Enough to last me a life-time. Or at least the time we have left before reaching our star-shell destination."
"It is called a Dyson Sphere, gentlemen," Spock suddenly said without having been asked or spoken to directly. "Named after Freeman Dyson who first proposed the quite logically deduced notion back in 1960, in a paper entitled 'Search for Artificial Stellar Sources of Infra-Red Radiation'. Published in the journal 'Science' in order to..."
"All right, Spock," rapidly interjected Dr. McCoy, effectively cutting short what promised to be a rather lengthy explanation that threatened to such all the re-circulated oxygen out of the rounded area. "Jesus, let's hope you're not so goddamned talkative when we finally beam over to this Dyson Sphere place. I just don't think I could take it."
Kirk couldn't help but snicker beneath his breath over how his two friends, and fellow officers, continually berated one another like a couple of kids, rather than two decorated officers on board Starfleets flagship, known throughout Federation space as the U.S.S. ENTERPRISE.
But, as was the case in each and every other moment such had taken place, Captain Kirk kept himself out of it. Merely enjoying, silently, the back-and-forth that occured so frequently amongst Spock and McCoy. He was sure that the rest of the bridge crew enjoyed it, too.
"Lt. Uhura," he finally called out, whilst halting any humorous argument that might take place between Commander Spock and Dr. Leonard McCoy, "maintain forward sub-space radio contact with the, uh, Dyson Sphere. Kept them apprised of our current position, and our ETA from their immediate spacial position."
"Aye, Captain," replied Lt. Nyota Uhura, as she felt not only friendship with Spock and McCoy, but an additional love for Mr. Spock which had already been noticed by not only Captain Kirk, but virtually every other bridge officer currently manning stations situated in every direction from the centrally located Captain James T. Kirk.
As for Spock, even though he had demonstrated emotionality whenever he and Uhura were together, most especially somewhere other than the bridge, and also especially while both were off-duty, he maintained immediate focus upon his station and his constantly sweeping, forward, sensors. Sensors reaching out to one light year's distance.
At last, with the potential give-and-take settled amongst Spock and McCoy, for the moment at least, almost every eye was trained upon what could be seen through the exceedingly wide and thick viewscreen window through which the smeared starlight, streaking past the ENTERPRISE like flashes of brilliance quickly come-and-gone past the starship, could be so easily seen. Each flash bringing the crew of the U.S.S. ENTERPRISE that much closer to their intended destination for R-and-R built about a brown dwarf star, whose most stellar existence was now long behind its formerly radiant prior existence.
As stellar objects went.