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Reacquainting [OPEN, COMMAND CREW INVITED]
Picard was in the Sensoriums. It wasn't an unusual spot to find him by any means, but unlike much of the time when he relaxed in a smoky jazz club, or walked along the streets of Old Chicago or New York, the captain was not dressed as Dixon Hill. He wasn't smoking or drinking, either. Instead, he simply stood on the bridge of the Enterprise, listening to old reports, Captain's and Senior Officers' logs, and even going so far as to recreate some of the memorable moments on the ship. Now wanting to try and use the hologram as some kind of emotional crutch, he even had the simulation make an artificial version of himself, playing through the events exactly as they'd occurred.
Taking a sip from his tea, the captain gazed out of the viewscreen to the expanse of space before him. It made for a very pretty picture, no doubt about it, but it was not why he was here. No, Picard had the unfortunate self-assigned duty of reacquainting himself with every case of temporal discrepancy and every judicial dispute and every interdimensional boondoggle the Enterprise and her crew had ever been involved in.
He did laugh, however, when he read the regulations and operating procedures for the Department of Temporal Investigations. He almost pitied them, having to deal with so many temporal disputes involving James Kirk.
Taking a sip from his tea, the captain gazed out of the viewscreen to the expanse of space before him. It made for a very pretty picture, no doubt about it, but it was not why he was here. No, Picard had the unfortunate self-assigned duty of reacquainting himself with every case of temporal discrepancy and every judicial dispute and every interdimensional boondoggle the Enterprise and her crew had ever been involved in.
He did laugh, however, when he read the regulations and operating procedures for the Department of Temporal Investigations. He almost pitied them, having to deal with so many temporal disputes involving James Kirk.
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He pauses, "To be more accurate, we're a group of allied nations, working together towards a common cause. Some of our members may have nobility - but Starfleet and the Federation government aren't run based on the titles you were born with."
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"It's enough being captain of the Enterprise; I can't imagine being royalty on top of it."
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Sufficiently calm, she managed to speak again. "We run on a system I believe you would refer to as noblesse oblige: It is the responsibility of the royalty to protect the ground worlds under their domain while not interfering in their societies. Royalty must serve in the military and the officer of the royal family who makes it to the rank of Grand Admiral is automatically the next crown prince/ss." The sound was layered, as Stacy's translation was converting an Abh word which was gender neutral. "So if not a domain, what reward do you receive for all your service?"
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He paused, resting a hand on the arm of the command chair, "Reward? I get the privilege of commanding one of the finest ships in Starfleet. The ability, the chance to see strange new worlds, to explore. To see the universe!" The smile on his face is broad, "The Federation does give us room, board, and some form of recompense, of course. But really... it's privilege and honor to serve in Starfleet. It's not easy to make it through the Academy, let alone get in. Even just enlisting as a crew member takes time."
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