“Once you have eliminated the impossible, whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth.” —— S’chn T’gai Spock. Scientist. Naval officer (active/retired). Researcher. Professor. Ambassador. A̶l̶i̶e̶n̶. Not quite human. Of loyalty, logic, and…green blood.

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Confidently approaches the door, expecting it to open by itself like on the Enterprise. His brow furrows for a second when nothing happens. “Oh wait, I think it’s one of those old fashioned doors.” He pushes the door open for Peter, and offers him a smile. “After you…”

My mom 𝕯𝒓. 𝕮𝒓𝒖𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒓 is getting married… to Counselor Troi 𝑫𝒆𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒂 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒊. It’s still kind of surreal, but I couldn’t be happier for them! Two people I respect more than anyone in the universe, and they’ve found something special.

Wes blinks furiously, wiping his eyes clear as quickly as possible. He stumbles back for a second but stands tall, shaking off the dirt. "Ugh if I had a tricorder, I'd analyze what’s in that dirt—maybe I'd find something more mature than what you just did!” He crosses his arms.

Wesley’s smile broadens slightly as he looks back at the younger boy. “No problem. I say we blame it all on the door!” He’s pleased to see the younger boy finds humor in his remark. “I’m Wes, Wesley Crusher.” He adds rather formally, offering a handshake to the younger boy.

Noticing Reno’s rank insignia, Wesley stands up a bit straighter, offering a polite smile in response. “Hello, sir. No, I don’t believe so. I’m Wesley, Wesley Crusher." He extends a hand, clearly eager to make a good first impression.

BOLD. BRAVE. COURAGEOUS. —— ❖ —— Christopher Pike. ❖ Captain. Pilot / Airman. Navy Commissioned Officer (active / retired). ❖ Professor. Mentor. Ambassador. Tactician. Equestrian. ❖ Of morals, bravery and loyalty. Bad luck, great hair.

Hey, happens to the best of us. Must be some serious space dust in the air, right? But umm, if you ever need to talk, I’m here.