Dropping Shields at the Threshold
Plot Beats
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The bridge establishes spatial and tactical context: the Enterprise rendezvouses with the USS REPULSE near the binary system Alvacorn Major while key officers occupy stations and a shuttlecraft closes with the Repulse.
Who Was There
Characters present in this moment
Controlled exhilaration—processing grandeur and looming peril simultaneously while portraying textbook calm.
Hands resting on Conn controls in disciplined readiness; his expression cycles between childlike wonder at the stellar vista and adult vigilance as clearances vibrate through the console.
- • Confirm Shuttle Bay lockdown after craft exit
- • Log departure timestamp for plague payload audit
- • Calculate earliest safe warp jump against potential Trillian vector adjustments
- • Every flicker of status light is portent
- • Big miracles come with bigger consequences you can’t yet measure
Medically serene yet intellectually exhilarated, like a monk awaiting revelation he knows will be terrifying.
Stationed at Science One, immobile save for rapid optical scans of telemetry; his face reflects twin sun-diamonds across the viewport glass as if searching the data for specters the human mind has not yet named.
- • Monitor all anomalous sensor readings quietly
- • Catalog last-minute environmental shifts before warp departure
- • Prepare contingency analysis on Troi’s fetal growth rate
- • Linearity of explanation is beside the point when universal constants begin to warp
- • Life-form unknown always converges with known catastrophe by geometric progression
A professional calm undercut by the tension of tread-dlightly impermanence—he is the rented pilot of a starship his captain does not yet know is drifting into malevolence.
Seated formally in the center seat, conferring the captain’s brief authority onto every button press and syllable; his eyes flick between viewer and console as he shepherds the shuttle away with spartan elegance.
- • Execute flawless hand-off protocol
- • Preserve Starfleet decorum in Picard’s absence
- • Deny conscious recognition of the metaphysical danger already aboard
- • Procedural correctness buffers us from cosmic chaos
- • Chain-of-command theater shields crew morale when stakes feel opaque
Objects Involved
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Lightless channels bloom into life only long enough to carry sterile salutations and hollow benedictions; between Riker’s hail and the Repulse’s curt riposte dances the final sanctioned noise before the Enterprise will be thrust into mute acceleration toward unavoidable destiny.
The compact craft glides tail-first into void, a shrinking knife of silver separating the Enterprise’s burdensome cargo of lethal plague vials from its sentinel; its blue impulse knots fade against Alvacorn’s sapphire fire while everyone aboard the flagship quietly pretends goodbye actually means safe distance.
The palace throne of exactly fifteen-minute reign, where Riker exiles idle emotion behind three polite sentences that settle a universe of unspoken dread; chair thrums regally, ready to process the next lethal order.
Location Details
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Circular command stage glows in the electric sultry of binary starlight flicker, an arena where familial goodwill ritual masks the frailty of a hull whose greatest threat is not external at all.
Binary furnace of azure and gold looms acidic across viewscreens—both grim piece of coastline scenery and ruthless natural amplifier for the cosmic unease ratcheting inside meticulous Starfleet minds staring into its glare.
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Key Dialogue
"RIKER: ((to Worf)) Open hailing frequencies."
"REPULSE VOICE: Acknowledged, Enterprise. Transfer complete -- good luck on your mission."