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cjs_own2009-08-11 09:40 pm
katydidmischief) wrote in cjs_own2009-08-11 09:40 pm
Fic: Colonization, 1/1. Gen.
disclaimer. Not mine. Never have been and I'll only ever be playing in the sandbox.
title. Colonization
rating. PG
Pairing. None
summary. It was a good seven years, though.
warnings. AU
notes. Written for this prompt at![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
st_xi_kink.
They picked a stretch of countryside on a planet not yet discovered by the Federation to land Enterprise.
After seven years in the black, she'd seen better days and with a new system or component breaking down as the days went by, even Scotty had relented to Jim's depressing idea of grounding themselves; they were ship dwellers, damnit, and terrain under their feet instead of steel was... unnatural. But they'd been branded traitors by the Federation when they'd abandoned their edicts five years ago - the hardest decision they'd ever made - and even a Starfleet-constructed vessel had a finite number of years before it would fall from the heavens, so with no hope of a proper home, they had chosen a world.
This world.
A temperate climate, trees and other vegetation, some indigenous creatures and plenty of water: it was as close to a suitable home as they were going to find and it had a perfect ledge for their beloved ship that once she was settled on the barren dirt of a hillside, she would not rise again - her home and her grave.
Jim's heart had ached at the thought when they'd reached that last safe station, gathering up the last of the supplies needed to set up a colony - his beloved ship deserved a far better ending than she would get, but his choices were so very limited and he had to place the lives of his remaining crew above the grace of Enterprise's final port of call. She would rest, though, in a place of prominence, overlooking the plains the engineers had decided would be their new home.
And now, he felt a ball rise in his throat as he stood on his Bridge and his friends and colleagues set their controls for the last time, guided her through space for the last time, spoke to her for the last time. They would always have access to Enterprise, but once they powered her down, turned off her shields and let her full weight fall onto the rocks completely, they would begin the process of removing the parts they would need to build shelters. They would cannibalize his ship for their survival; they could not afford to ignore the technology within.
"Jim," Bones murmured from behind his Command Chair, one hand on his shoulder.
"Seven years, Bones," he answered as they broke through the atmosphere and Chekov fired reverse thrusters, "It wasn't enough."
McCoy only squeezed his shoulder in response, feeling the ship tilt under his feet as she slotted into the crevice. "It was a good seven years, though."
"Yeah," he whispered back, "Yeah, it was."
title. Colonization
rating. PG
Pairing. None
summary. It was a good seven years, though.
warnings. AU
notes. Written for this prompt at
st_xi_kink.They picked a stretch of countryside on a planet not yet discovered by the Federation to land Enterprise.
After seven years in the black, she'd seen better days and with a new system or component breaking down as the days went by, even Scotty had relented to Jim's depressing idea of grounding themselves; they were ship dwellers, damnit, and terrain under their feet instead of steel was... unnatural. But they'd been branded traitors by the Federation when they'd abandoned their edicts five years ago - the hardest decision they'd ever made - and even a Starfleet-constructed vessel had a finite number of years before it would fall from the heavens, so with no hope of a proper home, they had chosen a world.
This world.
A temperate climate, trees and other vegetation, some indigenous creatures and plenty of water: it was as close to a suitable home as they were going to find and it had a perfect ledge for their beloved ship that once she was settled on the barren dirt of a hillside, she would not rise again - her home and her grave.
Jim's heart had ached at the thought when they'd reached that last safe station, gathering up the last of the supplies needed to set up a colony - his beloved ship deserved a far better ending than she would get, but his choices were so very limited and he had to place the lives of his remaining crew above the grace of Enterprise's final port of call. She would rest, though, in a place of prominence, overlooking the plains the engineers had decided would be their new home.
And now, he felt a ball rise in his throat as he stood on his Bridge and his friends and colleagues set their controls for the last time, guided her through space for the last time, spoke to her for the last time. They would always have access to Enterprise, but once they powered her down, turned off her shields and let her full weight fall onto the rocks completely, they would begin the process of removing the parts they would need to build shelters. They would cannibalize his ship for their survival; they could not afford to ignore the technology within.
"Jim," Bones murmured from behind his Command Chair, one hand on his shoulder.
"Seven years, Bones," he answered as they broke through the atmosphere and Chekov fired reverse thrusters, "It wasn't enough."
McCoy only squeezed his shoulder in response, feeling the ship tilt under his feet as she slotted into the crevice. "It was a good seven years, though."
"Yeah," he whispered back, "Yeah, it was."