"Captains Outrageous…"
Summary: Strictly and utterly for fun. Imagining our favorite seestras as Captains of the Federation flagship.
Disclaimer: No copyright infringement intended…
Allison…
Captain's quarters…The USS Enterprise…
Currently patrolling a troubled sector of the neutral zone with the Holy and Orthodox Romulan Empire…Where the Romulans have been acting with more than usual brutality toward their conquered peoples, including several systems containing human colonists from pre-Federation days, creating awave of refugees across the border. But more serious, raids against Federation border outposts have been made, denied by the Romulan government as the work of nameless "terrorists" among the refugee populations…
"You want me to impersonate Sarah impersonating Captain Childs?" anxious stare to Fee, then Sarah in her captain's uniform…
"Ally…I've got to go try to find out what I can about this conspiracy among Section 51, the Obsidian Order, and the Tal Shiar to create us. The why and wherefore…Before that religious nutbag Commander Helena shows again and starts blasting us apart. I've already signed the order releasin' you to return to duty at Starfleet on Earth…"
"Yes…Which is exactly where I belong. This tour on the Enterprise was Beth's way of letting us meet for a week…Now I need to go home, see my kids…And Donnie…" frown.
"My husband…" she explained.
"I gathered that…" Sarah nodded. "Well, when I go to Earth I'll look in on em as you before I head for Cardassia Prime."
"Sarah? They don't like humans, or whatever we are, there…"
"They don't mind smugglers…I've been there before, Ally. I got contacts and so does me foster mum."
"Which we should discuss…" Fee, next to Sarah noted.
"What?" Allison eyed both.
"Well…Apart from your being the Cap't for a few days…I'll be needin' you to be me as well. Just once or twice, to see me daughter and convince Mrs. S. I'm serious about committing to her."
"Use a Vulcan mind meld…I hear they're good for making people believe what's totally absurd." Allison, a bit archly.
"Hey…" Sarah glared. "I'm going out there to do me bit. I'm askin' you to help me." Hard stare.
"Sarah? Maybe I could be you…But Captain Childs?"
"Who of us knew her better?"
"I didn't really know her…I admired her of course but…"
"Well, from what I can see you two had a lot in common…"
"Really?" pleased tone…
"And when this is all over, I'd have yourself checked for clinical depression and high risk of drug addiction and alcoholism."
"Hey!"
"Look, Ally…If I can sit in that chair and be captain, so can you….And it's only a few days…"
"We could be attacked…By Helena…By God knows who and how many other aliens…"
"Just do what Beth would do…Try to avoid a fight, be reasonable and if that fails, blast the bastards. But nothing's likely to happen. Helena's ship took heavy damage…We know the Romulans don't want a war…Klingons are negotiating a treaty…And all we're doing is patrolling here. You'll do just fine."
"Well…There are a few things I would like to put right on this ship. You know discipline has been getting extremely lax , no offense."
"Some taken…But you'll do it?"
"Just a week…No more… Gemma's birthday is the next Monday an d I swore Mommy would be home."
"Fine. If I get killed, just resign."
"Sarah?" horrified look... Felix frowning at Sarah…
Way to inspire us both, sister.
"Kidding…" grin... "Just remember Mrs. S. doesn't know her little foster brat's gone and become a Starfleet captain, so get out of character before you visitin', ok?"
"Of course…I've done multiple roles before in Holodeck productions."
"Great…" Sarah sighed.
"She'll be aces." Fee nodded supportively.
"Thank you, Felix." Ally returned nod. "Nice to have a little support."
…
Bridge of the Enterprise…
"Captain?" First Office Bell eyed her.
"Mr. Bell?" Ally, carefully reading through a form on new regulations for the allotment of clothing credits. "We must do something about this overuse of the replicators for producing female lingerie. I mean I know the female crew need it but this is totally excessive."
"Yes…Well about the Romulan menace to the Federation…? It's clear while this Commander Helena may claim to represent a fringe group their government is ready and willing to capitalize on her actions."
"I think she…Er, we handled that rather well…Art." She smiled. "I don't think Commander Helena will be bothering us any time soon. So lets us just keep those shields up and weapons polished and bright and charged…And consider how we can get the decks on Levels 16-19 to really sparkle. You know the children go through there on their way to school. I don't want them getting a bad example…"
…
Helena's bizarre theme plays…
Engineering deck of her somewhat battered Romulan bird of prey…Sarah's bold order to fire on this section while beaming her back having hit them while vulnerable.
A bloodied and smoke-begrimed Helena emerges from the "Danger: Extreme Radiation" (in Romulan) door to the Romulan singularity chamber, their equivalent of the warp core.
"How could the Commander survive in there to make repairs?" one stunned officer asks comrade.
"Questions like that get you a session with our Tal Shiar officer." His companion noted.
"Full power restored. Weapons and cloak back on line." He turns to the approaching Helena.
"Very nice…Thanks you." Nod.
She's always so polite…It really is a pleasure to serve with her so long as one doesn't get on her bad side and thus tossed immediately into the frozen void of space…he thought, smiling at her smile.
"We shall resume cloaked course back to me human seestra. I very much should like to see her again. I sense a real connection."
The human's certainly nearly as ruthless…The officer nodded.
