5 hours ago
Robin spent the next week catching up with her parents, making up for years of lost time. They spent their days seeing the sights on Earth, and returned to her home in the evenings.
The young Mayfair told them of her experiences in Starfleet, leaving out only the classified information such as the attempted theft of the Slipstream technology from Utopia Planitia. She did tell them that she'd been forced to kill someone, a conversation that took place in New York City, in Central Park. They'd stopped and had dinner at the Tavern on the Green restaurant, and were wandering through the park afterwards. In an hour they had theater tickets, a Broadway revival of the old show "Annie."
Her father nodded glumly. "Part of the uniform, I suppose. You've chosen a dangerous life, Robin. I still can't say I approve, but I'm proud of all you've accomplished."
She sniffed. Her father didn't give out praise lightly. "Thanks, Papa. Not all of Starfleet is so dangerous, and most of my days are just routine. But the Artemis is the ship Starfleet calls when they need something done."
Often even when someone else would do the job better.
Her parents were leaving tomorrow, and so was Robin. Shore leave was over and the recall alert had been given. They would have breakfast tomorrow at the Sunny Side Diner on Spacedock before parting, one of Robin's favorites and newly reopened after the disaster of the attempted Borg takeover of Starfleet several years ago. She viewed it as a good omen, a sign that maybe things were getting back to normal after the chaos of the last few years. With any luck the Borg were well and truly gone, and without that looming threat maybe the Federation could get a little breathing room.
Yeah, right. Don't be naive. The last few missions should've taught me not to be such a Pollyanna.
She didn't share her pessimism with her parents. There was still the lingering feeling that things were slowly falling apart. Regardless, she had a job to do, and this trip (and seeing her parents) had at least made her feel better. Life went on, after all. She began to sing for her parents.
"The sun'll come out, tomorrow, bet your bottom dollar that tomorrow, there'll be sun..."
== ETL ==
The young Mayfair told them of her experiences in Starfleet, leaving out only the classified information such as the attempted theft of the Slipstream technology from Utopia Planitia. She did tell them that she'd been forced to kill someone, a conversation that took place in New York City, in Central Park. They'd stopped and had dinner at the Tavern on the Green restaurant, and were wandering through the park afterwards. In an hour they had theater tickets, a Broadway revival of the old show "Annie."
Her father nodded glumly. "Part of the uniform, I suppose. You've chosen a dangerous life, Robin. I still can't say I approve, but I'm proud of all you've accomplished."
She sniffed. Her father didn't give out praise lightly. "Thanks, Papa. Not all of Starfleet is so dangerous, and most of my days are just routine. But the Artemis is the ship Starfleet calls when they need something done."
Often even when someone else would do the job better.
Her parents were leaving tomorrow, and so was Robin. Shore leave was over and the recall alert had been given. They would have breakfast tomorrow at the Sunny Side Diner on Spacedock before parting, one of Robin's favorites and newly reopened after the disaster of the attempted Borg takeover of Starfleet several years ago. She viewed it as a good omen, a sign that maybe things were getting back to normal after the chaos of the last few years. With any luck the Borg were well and truly gone, and without that looming threat maybe the Federation could get a little breathing room.
Yeah, right. Don't be naive. The last few missions should've taught me not to be such a Pollyanna.
She didn't share her pessimism with her parents. There was still the lingering feeling that things were slowly falling apart. Regardless, she had a job to do, and this trip (and seeing her parents) had at least made her feel better. Life went on, after all. She began to sing for her parents.
"The sun'll come out, tomorrow, bet your bottom dollar that tomorrow, there'll be sun..."
== ETL ==