But maybe it’s not so welcoming to Ree,she thought, her thoughts abruptly darkening. Why hadn’t Ree asked her to report to sickbay for today’s prenatal examination? Could it be that other members of the crew were flinching in his presence, just as she had? Was Ree picking up on those feelings of alienation, and therefore making an extra effort to reach out to the crew?
She contemplated the child that was steadily growing within her. Let’s hope you and Noah Powell will get these things right more often than the rest of us do.
“Okay,” Vale said as the azure limb of the Earth dropped away from the Armstrong’s forward windows, “how about this one: ‘We hold it in our power to begin the world anew.’ ”
Riker nodded solemnly. Though he’d served with Vale aboard the Enterprisefor the past four years, he had never realized just how well read she was. “Where did that one come from? Ben Franklin?”
“Thomas Paine.” She appeared pleased to have stumped him.
“I like it,” he said. When he saw her triumphant grin, he amended his statement with, “So I’ll put it on the short list with the other contenders.”
“Can you recommend a betterone?” she asked, appending a “sir” a beat later as an obvious afterthought. She was clearly taking this business very seriously.
After pausing to enter a minor course correction into the flight control console, Riker decided he had no choice other than to take up the gauntlet she had thrown down.
“All right: ‘Among the map makers of each generation are the risk takers, those who see the opportunity, seize the moment and expand man’s vision of the future.’ ”
“Emerson,” she said with unflappable confidence. “Not bad. I think you ought to short-list that one, too. How about this one: ‘My guide and I came on that hidden road to make our way back into the bright world and with no care for any rest, we climbed—he first, I following—until I saw, through a round opening, some of those things of beauty Heaven bears. It was from there that we emerged, to see—once more—the stars.’ ”
Riker was so impressed with that one that he actually let out a long whistle. “Beautiful, though I think it’s a little long. Milton?”
“Dante.”
He made a face. “Let’s pass on that one. Maybe we ought to go heavier on brevity and lighter on metaphysics: ‘O Stars and Dreams and Gentle Night; O Night and Stars return!’ ”
Once again absently tracing a finger across the three solid pips on her collar, Vale silently focused her gaze on some undefined portion of the shuttlecraft’s ceiling.
Ha!he thought. Got you. You can’t get ’em all right.
“I didn’t figure you for a fan of Emily Brontë, Captain.”
He slumped in defeat. “Well, much as I like Cab Calloway’s song lyrics, I couldn’t find any I thought would pass muster with Starfleet Command. So I went back to the classics.”
“I’m not criticizing, sir. The Brontë is a good choice. Maybe as good as the Magee: ‘And, while with silent, lifting mind I’ve trod the high untrespassed sanctity of space, put out my hand, and touched the face of God.’ ”
They lapsed into contemplative, companionable silence for several minutes. Mars hove into view, growing rapidly from a ruddy marble to a broad, rust-colored disk.
“Deanna can help sort this out,” Riker said. “After all, we don’t have to come up with Titan’s dedication plaque epigram today. We still have almost two weeks of final preparations to make before we launch.”
Mars grew huge, and Utopia Planitia’s orbiting starship assembly facilities swung across the terminator into the planet’s sunward, daylit side. Floating in orbital freefall along the open space-dock facility that surrounded it was the graceful, twin-nacelled shape of the U.S.S. Titan.
Though she was of an entirely new design, one of the very first of her type to be built, Titanwas by no means the most impressive ship in the fleet. A Luna-class long-range exploration vessel, Titanmassed somewhere between the Intrepid-class vessels introduced nearly a decade earlier and the old Ambassador-class. And she was fast, well-staffed, and could more than hold her own in a fight, if need be. But mostly she seemed eager to glimpse what was out there.
And she’smy ship,he thought, his chest swelling with pride. My first real command.
As Vale deftly piloted the Armstrongtoward Titan’s main hangar deck, Riker noted with some relief that something had changed there. He tapped a command into the panel before him, opening up a voice channel.
“Riker to bridge.”
“Bridge here, Captain,”said Jaza. “Welcome back, sir.”
“Thanks, Mr. Jaza. When did the Irrawaddydepart?”
“Admiral Ross took the runabout back to Earth several hours ago, sir.”
Riker was pleased to hear that the admirals’ visit was over. Though he didn’t exactly hold a grudge against Ross—he regarded him as an accomplished, competent officer who certainly deserved every laurel he’d earned during the dark days of the Dominion War—Riker nevertheless wasn’t anxious to spend a lot of time in the man’s presence. He hadn’t forgotten that William Ross had very nearly filled Titan’s first-officer position without consulting him first. Not that Ross’s choice of Riker’s own longtime friend and shipmate Lieutenant Commander Worf was by any means a bad decision; it simply had not been hisdecision.
“Thank you, Mr. Jaza. And please advise Commander Troi that our crew is now complete,” Riker said as Vale began securing the craft.
“I’m happy to hear that, Captain,”came the musical voice of Deanna Troi, which immediately brought a small smile to Riker’s face. “Welcome aboard, Christine.”
“Thank you, Commander,” Vale said, sounding somewhat uncomfortable with Deanna’s familiar tone. Maybe she’s still got some misgivings about my command structure,Riker thought. Still, he felt confident that his diplomatic officer and his new exec would end up working well together, despite the concerns that both Vale and Admiral Akaar had raised earlier.
Deanna must have been thinking along similar lines. “I think Admiral Akaar will also be delighted to hear that you’ve decided to joinTitan ’s crew.”
Riker’s smile collapsed like the core of a neutron star as the Armstrong’s hatch hissed open. “The admiral’s still aboard?”
“He’s coming along with us on the Romulan assignment,”Deanna said, using her most carefully neutral “poker night” tones. “In the meantime, he’ll be staying aboardTitan .”
Riker’s eyebrows rose in a manner that would have spoiled his luckiest poker night. “Commander, has the admiral been made aware that the ‘meantime’ prior to Titan’s departure will last nearly two weeks?”
“Yes, sir. He says he’s looking forward to spending that time here, so I’ve assigned him VIP quarters for the duration.”