Disclaimer: Sisko is not mine. Star Trek is not mine. Bajor is not mine. They are Paramount's.
"Silver Starship" is to the tune of "Yellow Submarine."
For who has sight so keen and strong,
The universe is like a river. You can't step into it twice. It always changes and moves in subtle, but infinitely important ways. You can predict where it will bend and meander, where it will move and how it will sculpt the landscape around it. But, no one can possible say where each little drop will end up. Maybe our little galaxy is just a single drop in the river. Maybe I am just a single drop-
"Look at this!" Wena said gleefully, putting a flower too close to Ben's face. It was a simple ring of petals, light purple, with a small dot of yellow in the center.
"It's lovely." He told her.
"We have flowers like this at home." She told him, putting it behind her ear.
Of course, when they left the room it would disappear. Wena knew this. She had a holoprojector in her room. But hers was a basic one, not nearly as elaborate, as detailed, as vibrant or as sharp as this one. They'd gone from a huge, dark room to a field, with a forest next to it and a river in between. She was well aware that it would all disappear, but that did not matter to her. It was here now, it was real now, and it was beautiful now. Her mother had always been wary of holodecks. She thought that happiness should be saved for reality, not wasted on fantasies.
She got up and walked towards the river. She squatted by the edge, as close as she could get. It ran at a leisurely pace.
"In the town where I was born, lived a man who sailed the skies, and he told us of his life, in the land of Enterprise, so we sailed above the moon…" She sang softly to herself, unsure and uncaring of whether anyone could hear her.
"Silver Starship. Kids used to sing that when I was her age. I can't believe it's still around." Ben told Kio.
"Some things never go away." She said, fond memories of hearing her mother sing it to her rushing into her mind.
The song brought back memories for Ben, too. He remembered when Jake was little; he used to like that song. He never admitted to singing it, but sometimes he'd overhear Jake playing in his room singing quietly to himself
"and we live among the stars, in our silver starship, we all live in a silver starship, a silver starship, a silver starship…"
If Ben let him know that he was there, Jake would be embarrassed and stop immediately.
He loved this trip to the holosuites. He'd spent most of his time cramped up in his quarters. Kilos would visit him every now and again, but it was getting harder since there were always a few people sitting outside the door waiting for him to come out. Kio and Wena couldn't even leave. They'd had to be transported to the 'suites from inside the station.
"Wena" Ben said, "Come here."
Wena looked behind her, got up and sat down next to Ben, tying knots in a long blade of grass.
"I want to tell you a story." He said.
"Hmm." She said, looking up, dropping the grass.
"It's about a man named Benny Russell. Benny was a writer…"
Jijiji
"When Sisko becomes the First Minister, I'm going to move to Jalanda."
"What makes you think he's going to become First Minister?"
"Do you think he'd come back just to sit around and do nothing?"
"I though he'd preach or something. I never really thought about it."
"He's going to become the First Minister. Everyone knows that."
