#willbecaptain

[ @willbecaptain​ said “I’m really scared so… that’s cool.” (from tilly for paul!) ||  Voicemails from Strangers Starters Part 1 ]

“It’s alright to be scared.” A pale hand rested on her shoulder, squeezing it gently, a reassuring action that he was sure was appreciated on her end. Stamets’ eyes swept across the crowded little hallway they were in, the bridge crew all squished together. “You did good, kiddo, there’s no need to be afraid.” 

“The dogs you’re going to be working with are the ones with green or blue collars with green or blue doors on their pens. The green ones are the friendly, socialized dogs that are pretty much ready for adoption whenever we find a good fit for them. Blues are dogs who need a little help with socialization or have medical issues that we need to take care of before they’re ready to adopt out. Some of the blues have special diets. We keep a chart for that on their pens. They’re on this side of the facility,” he said, waving toward the left.

They were walking along the path that led down from the main office through the dog pens. “Any dog with a red collar in a pen with a red door--those have behavioral disorders that make them too dangerous for adoption for now… some of them for good. It’s just me and Soji who work with those dogs, so you don’t need to worry about that.”

Elnor didn’t like waiting. He’d spent most of his life waiting. If he could have things his way, he’d never have to wait for anything again. But the people that Picard had come to this planet to talk to wouldn’t allow a Romulan into their buildings, so he stood outside, staring directly at the guards outside the door with his mouth a line of frustration. Waiting.

He’d been standing there for what felt like hours (but was, in reality, only about thirty minutes) when he heard a scuffle a few meters away. 

“What is that?” he asked the guards, but they wouldn’t answer him. He squinted in the direction of the sound. There was a girl--Human, maybe?--with bright red hair. She looked scared, like she was in trouble. “Are you going to do anything?” he asked them. Still no answer.

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Sarek attempted what a Human might consider a pleasant--or at least polite--expression. Michael had sent messages to himself and Amanda which had mentioned her roommate, and the girl was instantly recognizable. He’d been pleased to know that Michael was finding a way to fit in again, after all that had happened to her. 

Perhaps he wouldn’t have personally chosen someone quite so... bubbly to draw his daughter back from the brink, but he’d never been good at knowing exactly what his children needed, no matter how hard he tried.

“You share a room with my... ward, if I am not mistaken. She has, in turn, mentioned you to my wife and myself.”