𝚂𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚘𝚛 𝙻𝚎𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝

"Those both sound delightful, and yes, all night. We should be back to Bajoran space in 14 hours, and I need not be on the bridge for 12."

𝐻𝑒 𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑛𝑒𝑑 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑜 𝑖𝑡, 𝑠𝑎𝑣𝑜𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑡, 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑘𝑒𝑑 𝑢𝑝 𝑎𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚.

"I love you, a'rhea," ℎ𝑒 𝑤ℎ𝑖𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑑, 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑔𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑑, "I hope you can forgive my awakening you to see the comet, but I am glad you were willing to join me..I happen to be off duty now, done for the day...yours for the night, e'lev."

-𝑆𝑒𝑛𝑎𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑖𝑎𝑙 𝑐𝑙𝑎𝑠𝑠 𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑟𝑖𝑎𝑔𝑒𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑛𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑟𝑜𝑙 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑙𝑖𝑚𝑖𝑡 𝑝𝑜𝑤𝑒𝑟.

𝐴𝑙𝑙𝑜𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝑒𝑑𝑜𝑚, 𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑖𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑐𝑙𝑎𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑠 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝑏𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑘𝑎𝑤𝑎𝑦 𝑓𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 ℎ𝑎𝑑 𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑜𝑤𝑒𝑑 𝐿𝑒𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑎𝑛 𝑜𝑝𝑝𝑜𝑟𝑡𝑢𝑛𝑖𝑡𝑦 ℎ𝑒 𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑤𝑖𝑠𝑒 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑛𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟, 𝑖𝑛 𝑠𝑝𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑜𝑓 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑔𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑡 𝑝𝑜𝑤𝑒𝑟 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑖𝑛𝑓𝑙𝑢𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑒, ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 ℎ𝑎𝑑.

"My heart-keeper."

𝐻𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ𝑡 ℎ𝑜𝑤 𝑖𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝐸𝑚𝑝𝑖𝑟𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑟𝑖𝑎𝑔𝑒 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑖𝑚𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑏𝑙𝑒, 𝑎𝑡 𝑚𝑜𝑠𝑡 𝑀𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑙 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑'𝑣𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑎𝑏𝑙𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑘 𝑎𝑠 𝑎 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑠𝑜𝑟𝑡.

𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝐷𝑒𝑏𝑟𝑢𝑛𝑒 𝑚𝑎𝑦 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑎 𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑠ℎ𝑒𝑑 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑓𝑖𝑑𝑎𝑛𝑡, 𝑎 𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑓𝑎𝑠𝑡 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑛𝑒𝑟 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒, 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝐸𝑚𝑝𝑖𝑟𝑒 ℎ𝑎𝑑 𝑏𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑒𝑥𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑛 𝑒𝑛𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑐𝑖𝑛𝑔-

𝐻𝑒 𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑘𝑒𝑑 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑡 𝑡𝑜 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑚𝑎𝑡𝑒, 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑙𝑎𝑐𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟𝑠. 𝐹𝑒𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑛𝑒𝑎𝑟 𝑒𝑙𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑟𝑖𝑐 𝑓𝑙𝑜𝑤 𝑜𝑓 𝑒𝑛𝑒𝑟𝑔𝑦 𝑉𝑢𝑙𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑖𝑑𝑠 𝑎𝑙𝑤𝑎𝑦𝑠 𝑠𝑒𝑒𝑚𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑠ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑠𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑑𝑒𝑒𝑝𝑙𝑦 𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑 𝑡𝑜.

"I hope that is our Fate, to enjoy many years and memories." ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑎𝑖𝑑 𝑖𝑛 𝑎 𝑙𝑜𝑤 𝑣𝑜𝑖𝑐𝑒, 𝑎 𝑑𝑒𝑒𝑝 𝑟𝑢𝑚𝑏𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑔𝑟𝑜𝑤𝑙 𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝑖𝑡.

𝐻𝑒 𝑝𝑒𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑑𝑜𝑤, 𝑒𝑛𝑡ℎ𝑟𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑒𝑑 𝑏𝑦 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑡'𝑠 𝑡𝑎𝑖𝑙𝑠 𝑎𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑓𝑙𝑎𝑔𝑠, 𝑔𝑙𝑜𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑏𝑟𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡. 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑟𝑖𝑐ℎ 𝑔𝑟𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑏𝑒𝑎𝑢𝑡𝑖𝑓𝑢𝑙, 𝑠𝑜 𝑏𝑒𝑎𝑢𝑡𝑖𝑓𝑢𝑙.

"I've spent far more time in space than on a planet, I'll probably die out here...and I find I am alright with that."

-𝑘𝑖𝑙𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑎𝑤𝑎𝑦 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟 𝑖𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑑𝑖𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑑.

𝐿𝑒𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑘𝑒𝑑 𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑠𝑒 𝑒𝑦𝑒𝑠, ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑒𝑥𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑟𝑎𝑝𝑡.

"I have spent over a century in space and such sights never grow old."

𝑆𝑚𝑖𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔, ℎ𝑒 ℎ𝑒𝑙𝑝𝑒𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚 𝑢𝑝 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑤𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑑𝑜𝑤. 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑝 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑜𝑛 𝑖𝑡𝑠 𝑤𝑎𝑦 𝑏𝑎𝑐𝑘 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑏𝑙𝑢𝑒 𝑠𝑢𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑔𝑖𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦'𝑑 𝑑𝑒𝑡𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑡 𝑎𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑝𝑎𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑛𝑒𝑎𝑟 𝑖𝑡.

𝐵𝑟𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡𝑙𝑦 𝑣𝑖𝑠𝑖𝑏𝑙𝑒, 𝑡ℎ𝑒 ℎ𝑢𝑔𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑡 ℎ𝑎𝑑 𝑎 𝑚𝑎𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑎 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡𝑤𝑜 𝑡𝑎𝑖𝑙𝑠 𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑚𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠 𝑜𝑓-

𝐻𝑢𝑟𝑟𝑦𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑑𝑟𝑜𝑜𝑚, ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑎𝑤 @mestralade.bsky.social 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑛𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑤𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚, 𝑔𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑙𝑦 𝑠ℎ𝑎𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑𝑒𝑟

"E'lev, wake up...nothing is wrong. We are passing a comet, its nucleus is huge, nearly 100 kilometers across, it is beautiful and bright green. It is visible in the window."

// When Romulan brain rotting meets the drive to write.

I love Senator Letant so much

archiveofourown.org/works/723942...

𝐻𝑒 𝑝𝑢𝑙𝑙𝑒𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚 𝑐𝑙𝑜𝑠𝑒𝑟, 𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑎𝑟𝑚 𝑎𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚 𝑎𝑠 ℎ𝑒 ℎ𝑒𝑙𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟 ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑑. 𝐻𝑖𝑠 𝑒𝑦𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑑𝑠 𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑒 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑣𝑦, 𝑓𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑔𝑢𝑒 𝑛𝑎𝑔𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑡 ℎ𝑖𝑚 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑛 ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑦 𝑎𝑤𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑒𝑛𝑗𝑜𝑦 𝑀𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑙'𝑠 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑝𝑎𝑛𝑦.

𝐻𝑒 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑐𝑒 𝑎 𝑘𝑖𝑠𝑠 𝑜𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝑟𝑖𝑑𝑔𝑒𝑑 𝑏𝑟𝑜𝑤, 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑑 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑙𝑖𝑝𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑎 𝑚𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡, 𝑚𝑢𝑟𝑚𝑢𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔

"I love you beyond words, e'lev."

"I am not stressed by Veren, he is rambunctious but learning. That our youth may be able to exist as freely as he does is...curious. Bochra has gone through a great deal, Veren may irritate him but won't stress him too greatly.

I love you, deyhhan, my beautiful one, my cherished god."

"He needs a focus, it appears he does better when he has something to fixate on."

"They are on Bochra's ship, for as silly as he may seem he runs a tight ship. He is an excellent officer, people typically misjudge him."

"That sounds like a perfect idea. I hope we will be underway in the next couple days, but until then I shall make the most of our time together."

𝐻𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑖𝑡 𝑎𝑠 𝑤𝑒𝑙𝑙, 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑚 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑝𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑎𝑛𝑡, 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑔𝑟𝑎𝑠𝑠 𝑠𝑜𝑓𝑡 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑏𝑟𝑒𝑒𝑧𝑒 𝑙𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡.

"Once we are done here and I have settled the negotiations at DS9 we can take a bit of time off. I need to go to N'Viell, Baradas is on the way...it would be easy enough to stop off a bit."

"I would enjoy a visit...no need to worry about setting up a colony, just a camp...somewhere to spend a bit of time together."

"A second ship is standard for us, I don't understand why the Federation runs alone so often...but it does make things easier at times. What is this planet like?"

"We could go there, my ship is able to navigate dense astroid fields easily enough, especially if we come in from above or below the elliptic of the system."

"That is a good idea...it would give us something to look forward to."

"I'm sure there are safe worlds, I would enjoy exploring a bit as well. I have spent most of my life in space, I miss walking on planets. The time we spent on N'Viell was quite wonderful, I enjoyed it a great deal."

"Exactly...I do not want to risk it...but I don't want you to feel like a prisoner...if we were home it would be different."

"I fear what would happen if either of them got hold of you, Taris is a zealot...Hakeev has been supporting her but my contacts say even he has grown disillusioned with her. Sela cares only for her own power and would not blink at torturing you for any scrap of information you may have."

-𝑐ℎ𝑖𝑛, 𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑛 𝑡𝑜 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑐𝑒 𝑎 𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝑘𝑖𝑠𝑠 𝑜𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝑔𝑟𝑒𝑒𝑛ℎ𝑢𝑒𝑑 𝑙𝑖𝑝𝑠, "I hope we will see a time of peace, where we may enjoy our time together without it being a few moments scratched out of a busy day. I regret that we can't spare ships to go exploring for Debrune, I hope we will be able to in time."

𝐻𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑡𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑑 𝑀𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑙 𝑏𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝑙𝑖𝑝𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝑎 𝑘𝑖𝑠𝑠 𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑟𝑎𝑖𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑘𝑛𝑢𝑐𝑘𝑙𝑒𝑠. 𝐿𝑒𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑡'𝑠 𝑒𝑥𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑠𝑜𝑓𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑒𝑑 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑎𝑓𝑓𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛, 𝑟𝑜𝑙𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑜 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑠𝑖𝑑𝑒 𝑠𝑜 ℎ𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑘 𝑎𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑖𝑙𝑦.

"I cherish every moment we share together, e'lev...d'heis'he arham." ℎ𝑒 𝑔𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑙𝑦 𝑐𝑢𝑝𝑝𝑒𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟-

-𝑓𝑒𝑙𝑡 𝑎 𝑑𝑒𝑒𝑝 𝑐𝑎𝑙𝑚 𝑠𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟 ℎ𝑖𝑚 𝑎𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑙𝑎𝑦 𝑠𝑜 𝑐𝑙𝑜𝑠𝑒, 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝑏𝑜𝑑𝑖𝑒𝑠 𝑡𝑜𝑢𝑐ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝑠𝑒𝑐𝑟𝑒𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑤𝑎𝑦 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑒𝑦𝑒𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑐𝑟𝑒𝑤. 𝐿𝑒𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑡'𝑠 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑀𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑙 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑑𝑒𝑒𝑝, 𝑔𝑟𝑜𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑑𝑒𝑒𝑝𝑒𝑟, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 ℎ𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑𝑛'𝑡 ℎ𝑒𝑙𝑝 𝑏𝑢𝑡 ℎ𝑜𝑝𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑦 𝑦𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑠 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟.

"That you don't know much of our faction in your time does make me worry. Were we destroyed? Did we fall? Have we joined D'Tan and work behind him, unseen? I hope that is the case...he is young, idealistic...he isn't a military leader...but he has dreams for a better future for our people."

𝐻𝑒-

-will end up supporting D'Tan's little flotilla...and back him to achieve greatness and peace for our people."

-demand we overlook their absymal officers and diplomats but do not offer us the same courtesy. I've heard that veruul Picard, who thought to be a savior of the Romulans has turned up with pet Tal'Shiar...I think...in the end...we-

-𝑟𝑢𝑏𝑏𝑒𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑏𝑎𝑐𝑘 𝑜𝑓 𝑀𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑙'𝑠 ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑢𝑚𝑏, 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔. 𝐻𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙 𝑒𝑛𝑒𝑟𝑔𝑦 𝑝𝑎𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑏𝑒𝑡𝑤𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚, 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑠𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑛𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠 𝑉𝑢𝑙𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑖𝑑𝑠 𝑠ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑑.

"It keeps coming back to the fact I am a face they know, many of our top leaders and officers are ones Starfleet has encountered. They are quick to-