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Captain Ya'nosh B'Heuc cursed under her breath as she undressed for bed. The real beauty of the thing was that ninety percent of the people in Starfleet would happily murder half of the population of Vulcan to be in her position. You see, she was the captain of the Enterprise Q, seventeenth ship to bear that proud name since Starfleet started putting the letters on them. And she hated her job. With a passion.
Looking back on her life, she saw exactly where she had gone wrong. If only she hadn't saved that damned ambassador's life from those crazed Bajorans using only her dessert spoon at that party she'd attended just after getting her promotion to Captain. 'If only I'd just sat down and waited for security to come, I'd be happily puttering around in the Delta Quadrent fixing Starfleet's relationship with all those people that Janeway pissed off. But no, I had to be the heroine.'
Earlier that day, as she was putting down the latest Borg uprising, really just showing up and announcing that she was Captain B'Heuc of the U.S.S. Enterprise and then accepting their surrender, a thought came to her. The captaincy of the Enterprise was a punishment. It wasn't a punishment for anybody else to be on the Enterprise, heck, even the assistant janitor of the Enterprise got better tables at restaurants than most Heads of State of Federation Member Worlds, and being part of the senior command staff was even better. The Chief of the Science Department would revolutionize at least one branch of science, and most likely two or three. The Chief Medical Officer would cure several uncurable diseases The Chief Engineer would allow the ship to set new Hyperwarp Speed Records, and the First Officer would be able to get it on with many, many attractive members of whatever species, gender, or state of matter he/she/it was attracted to.
But the captain. The Captain had several duties no one else in the entire frelling fleet had. First, she had to keep that damned demigod Q entertained. And because her ship was the Enterprise Q it seemed that he was popping in every twenty minutes calling her 'Mon capitaine', and boring her with yet another story about 'Good Old Jean-Luc'. Then there was the war with the Gerunkiods, and she was expected to win that. And who did Starfleet call out to deal with every single ship from the past that was catapulted to the future through some sort of deus ex machina? Her, of course. But that wasn't all. She had personally saved all of exsistance five times already, and it was only her second month on the job. But did she get any praise from those idiots back at command? No, of course not. She is the captain of the Enterprise. That was just par for the course.
Continuing to grumble, she slipped into bed and ordered the lights to be turned off. She was just about to fall asleep, when a bright flash assaulted her eyes through their lids, and a voice spoke up, "Ahh mon capitaine, how lovely you're looking this evening. You know, this reminds me of a time with good old Jean-Lu…"
Captain Ya'nosh B'Heuc cursed under her breath as she undressed for bed. The real beauty of the thing was that ninety percent of the people in Starfleet would happily murder half of the population of Vulcan to be in her position. You see, she was the captain of the Enterprise Q, seventeenth ship to bear that proud name since Starfleet started putting the letters on them. And she hated her job. With a passion.
Looking back on her life, she saw exactly where she had gone wrong. If only she hadn't saved that damned ambassador's life from those crazed Bajorans using only her dessert spoon at that party she'd attended just after getting her promotion to Captain. 'If only I'd just sat down and waited for security to come, I'd be happily puttering around in the Delta Quadrent fixing Starfleet's relationship with all those people that Janeway pissed off. But no, I had to be the heroine.'
Earlier that day, as she was putting down the latest Borg uprising, really just showing up and announcing that she was Captain B'Heuc of the U.S.S. Enterprise and then accepting their surrender, a thought came to her. The captaincy of the Enterprise was a punishment. It wasn't a punishment for anybody else to be on the Enterprise, heck, even the assistant janitor of the Enterprise got better tables at restaurants than most Heads of State of Federation Member Worlds, and being part of the senior command staff was even better. The Chief of the Science Department would revolutionize at least one branch of science, and most likely two or three. The Chief Medical Officer would cure several uncurable diseases The Chief Engineer would allow the ship to set new Hyperwarp Speed Records, and the First Officer would be able to get it on with many, many attractive members of whatever species, gender, or state of matter he/she/it was attracted to.
But the captain. The Captain had several duties no one else in the entire frelling fleet had. First, she had to keep that damned demigod Q entertained. And because her ship was the Enterprise Q it seemed that he was popping in every twenty minutes calling her 'Mon capitaine', and boring her with yet another story about 'Good Old Jean-Luc'. Then there was the war with the Gerunkiods, and she was expected to win that. And who did Starfleet call out to deal with every single ship from the past that was catapulted to the future through some sort of deus ex machina? Her, of course. But that wasn't all. She had personally saved all of exsistance five times already, and it was only her second month on the job. But did she get any praise from those idiots back at command? No, of course not. She is the captain of the Enterprise. That was just par for the course.
Continuing to grumble, she slipped into bed and ordered the lights to be turned off. She was just about to fall asleep, when a bright flash assaulted her eyes through their lids, and a voice spoke up, "Ahh mon capitaine, how lovely you're looking this evening. You know, this reminds me of a time with good old Jean-Lu…"