Burnham was holding the medal of honor while sitting on the bench while outside the United Federation of Planets governmental building. She had a reassured feeling about the future. Renewed and hopeful. It was going to be alright for the time being. She looked over once sensing the presence of Tilly coming toward her. From behind her, Saru and Culber were engaged in a discussion. It was alright, she considered while noticing Landry come out with Lorca and Tyler by her side perfectly intact. Tilly sat down alongside Burnham.
"How does it feel to be the girl who ended the war?" Tilly asked
"The war is not over yet," Burnham said.
"But still," Tilly said.
"I believe, Tilly, that we won't share the same assignments after it concludes," Burnham said.
"No, no, no," Tilly said. "That is not how it works. That is not how life works."
"Then how does it work?" Burnham asked.
"It works like this," Tilly said, placing her hand onto Burnham's hand. "I know I am not going to be there always there for your career but my first assignment post war must be with you," she twirled her finger. "I even asked your other wife."
"We are not married," Burmham said. "Not yet, legally."
"Anyway, she like the sounds of it," Tilly said. "Thinks it could work."
Burnham looked over toward Tilly.
"We will make it work," Burnham agreed, with a private smile toward Tilly.
Life works in different ways.
It is mysterious and irritating.
Vulcans see that life is logical.
Tellarites like to argue about life.
Klingons enjoy life to the fullest.
And humans are quite the exception.
No one knows why they are but they just are. They have varying viewpoints on it ranging from 'Thanks, I hate it' to 'I love it' because of the utopia environment or conflicts in interest. There were ranging responses to the war coming to a close. Phaser companies were heavily relieved that the spike in ordering had gone down a notch. Starship builders were the most relieved regarding construction. Starship captains were overjoyed that on the last battle, they could put their ship in and remove the battle mode upgrades. It was Georgiou who was the most happiest. It meant that everyone can have shore leave in the next few months in 2257. The war was ending. The rogue Klingons were struggling to find a new leader among them in the aftermath of Voq's capture. Struggling to find the honor in continuing it for that matter. Kol was busy leading the attacks against these so-called Klingons with great joy. Koloth was chasing them down one by one under his captain. Cornwell was having a night out with the other admirals down on Earth dragging along L'Rell for the ride.
"Admiral Anderson," Georgiou said, greeting the man on the in-progress starbase.
"Admiral Georgiou," Anderson said.
"Doesn't it feel good?" Georgiou said.
"I don't want to jinx that," Anderson said.
"Hard to do that," Geogiou said.
"When you are feeling so good?" Anderson asked, with a smile.
"Yes, very much," Georgiou said. "yes."
"It kind of sucks that we not going to have the best officer in the fleet captaining the Discovery," Anderson said.
"Patience, patience, Andy," Georgiou said. "She will come around."
"Eventually," Anderson said. "The wait is killing me. Just to see how she will do in the chair."
"I think you know how that will turn out," Georgiou said.
"Nothing can be what you want to be, they can only be what they are," Anderson said. "Your first officer once said in a report." he looked toward the woman. Georgiou nodded, fondly. "Terral is going to be overjoyed that we have another Vulcan climbing the ranks."
"You'll have to wait a decade for her to reach fleet captain or perhaps two," Georgiou said. "Vulcans take their time."
"They sure as hell do," Anderson said. "I look forward to welcoming her." he smiled toward Georgiou. "You did a good job training her."
"I like to think it was a group effort," Georgiou said, as her eyes rested on the USS Hope - a hospital ship - coming in for repairs.