Notes: Annie is a character that I've envisioned for quite a while, kind of as a medium into the Voyager world. So I figured it'd be fun to have her tell things from her point of view.
I don't really know what I'm doing, I'm just kind of going with it. This'll probably be a timeline of Voyager's crew post-Endgame, although without C/7 happening because I kind of forget about that anyway. It might jump around a bit but I'll put dates on the top to make it clear.
Bear with me on updates too - college starts again on Tuesday and I have tests for the next couple of weeks, and my muse is difficult on the best of days.
"Commander Harley, thank you for joining us today."
Anita Harley shook the hands of the two other women in the room and seated herself in the plush armchair across from them. She thanked them for having her and crossed her legs carefully under the wooden table.
The woman with the long gray hair and large spectacles addressed her, "Now, I'm sure you're already aware of the reason you have been asked here, but to clarify: These will simply be a series of informal interviews about your time serving as Admiral Janeway's aide, your stories will be added to the memoirs being compiled by Starfleet." This woman was a well known author that Anita vaguely recognised; although she had never seen the Andorian historian in the immaculate Starfleet uniform that occupied the third chair around the table.
A year or so ago, Starfleet had decided to write a series of memoirs focusing on some of the most important officers of the last few decades. In truth they were really just books with various members of the brass boasting about how well they knew Picard or Akaar or, for some ridiculous reason, Jellico.
Picard's hadn't been that bad; Captain Crusher had made sure that there was plenty of well-placed sentiment and realistic critique in his interview, and Ambassador Worf made for a fascinating read.
Janeway's memoirs were proving more of a challenge. Those that had known her before Voyager were more than happy to give character references, as were the officers that worked with her when they came home, but finding people who knew about her personal life was proving awkward. The Admiral was a notoriously private person and you had to be in a certain circle to have any insight.
Namely, you had to be in the Voyager circle.
Commander Anita Harley worked as Admiral Janeway's aide for the years following Voyager's return from the Delta Quadrant, and was considered an honorary crew member; if not practically adopted. It was a stroke of good luck that they had managed to contact her before she was due to leave on the Enterprise-F.
The Andorian leaned in closer, "We'd like to know about the moments you spent with Admiral Janeway that really stand out in your mind. If you could, specifically those involving her personal life, but any stories you have would be greatly appreciated."
The Commander seemed to contemplate for a minute, pursing her lips and sitting up straighter; before breaking into a smile, her dark eyes sparkling, "Well you've certainly got the right girl, but I have to ask, do you want to know everything? As in, do you also want to know about the things not related to her career?"
Both women nodded, "Of course, we want to paint a picture of the person, not simply the uniform." The gray-haired one narrowed her eyes and added, "Unfortunately, many other officers think we simply want a dry account of their skill set."
"So you want juicy, relatable and personal?" More enthusiastic nodding.
Anita settled herself more comfortably, picking her black coffee from the table, "Alright, but we might be here for a while."
Her eyes smiled over the rim of her mug as she began.