Reflections

Posted on 01 Sep 2023 @ 9:16am by Commander Marisa Wyatt

424 words; about a 2 minute read

Marisa sat at her desk, staring at the logo on her screen. She never thought she'd be back in Starfleet, let alone on the Galileo-B.

She'd walked away years ago to be with Luke, to help him heal, and to build a future for them both. And now, here she was. She'd never left science, which helped her now, but times had definitely changed over the years, as had she.

Reactivation. It was always a possibility. Slight at first, but as the war grew and more ships were lost, she and Luke began preparing their family for what was looking to be inevitable. And now, here they were. At least it was a they and not a she. She wasn't sure if she could do this alone. Not after so many years. He was her rock, her lighthouse in a storm, and he would be her safe place over the coming months and years. She really had no idea how long the war would last. But what she did know was that if they didn't find a miracle, they would lose. They were out-manned and out-gunned. Her knowledge of history assured her that battles could be won against tremendous odds—but it generally took a miracle.

She wasn't even sure what caused the war. There were rumors, of course. Lies, deceit, the Federation holding back on something. But the crux of the matter was classified. She'd spent an entire year trying to find out what really happened, but so far, she knew little. Still, for the future of her children, if not for herself, she hoped someone would find out and that knowledge would turn the tide. But she wouldn't focus on the odds, she had to keep one foot firmly in logic and one firmly in hope.

There was something she was missing. It was like an itch she couldn't scratch: it was there, just out of reach, making its presence known. Maybe meditation could help? She didn't do it as much as her mother would like as she preferred a deep dive into research, but it might help her this time.

The computer chirped an incoming message and the logo changed to a face. Marisa sighed. This was definitely not going to be that miracle. But it was better than staring at her screen, going over and over the puzzle she could not solve. Not yet, anyway.

She sat up, adjusted her uniform top, smiled, and opened the transmission.

Lieutenant Commander Marisa Wyatt
Chief Science Officer
USS Galileo-B

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