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Beverly wasn’t much for traditions, especially as odd as dressing up your child so they can take candy from a stranger. 1/8
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Beverly wasn’t much for traditions, especially as odd as dressing up your child so they can take candy from a stranger. 1/8
@mspips.bsky.socialThe Life of María Socorro, epilogue
The crew was crammed into the mess hall. To a person, they were dirty, smelly, unkempt. And no one of them was happy with what they'd just done in order to get the ship back up and running.
@mspips.bsky.socialFleet Admiral Gregory White, Commander-in-Chief of the United Earth Starfleet, watched as his crown jewel came closer and closer through the shuttlepod window. Even dwarfed by the orbital dockyard surrounding it, Enterprise was still a sight to see.
@shelfnerds.bsky.socialJadzia digs through a drawer in her quarters. “Worf, have you seen my—ooooh! What—is—this?”
She slowly stands holding a black cowboy hat, grinning widely.
“Worf!” she shouts.
Entering the room, Worf says, “No.”
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Picard materializes on the transporter pad in the town square. He removes his wide-brimmed hat and wipes the sweat off his forehead.
“It’s getting quite warm down there,” he says.
Raffi steps forward with a PADD.
@mspips.bsky.socialThe Life of María Socorro, Part 9.
"...do solemnly affirm that I will support and defend the United Earth Republic against all enemies, foreign and domestic. That I will obey the lawful orders of the officers appointed over me and adhere to the Starfleet Uniform Code of Justice."
@mspips.bsky.socialThe Life of María Socorro, Part 8
In wardrobe, María Socorro looked at herself in the mirror. Her hair had been delicately made up, the makeup applied. In five minutes, she would take the stage in front of over 2000 people and broadcast around the world for Christmas.
No pressure.
@shelfnerds.bsky.social“Is Stonn within?” Spock asks, stepping through the threshold into the home.
“Then you have come to see my husband?” T’Pring asks as the door slides shut behind Spock.
Spock’s brow raises.
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“You—got to stay,” Shaw says.
“Yeah—I did,” Reno says. “And it was fucking grueling to engineer my friends like some—cannibalized engine parts.”
“But—again—you got to do something to save them,” Shaw says.
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@mspips.bsky.socialThe Life of María Socorro, Part 7
Summer in London had been less of a vacation and more like they had moved. María Socorro rode her bike through the streets of Watford. It was a peaceful afternoon as she took in her surroundings.