
All hail the Party Fish!

All hail the Party Fish!
Echo, Nyco, and Celeste have a fishing contest. Celeste wins.

It is only a matter of time before someone puts together the pieces of my slip-ups. It’s too bad. I like hiding here. I don’t relish the thought of starting over. If only I were better at mimicking their forms! But eventually, we will find out which of us is weaker. One or the other will perish. That is the way it always ends.

One more medical exam passed.
Barely.
Now I must go rest.

“Something strange came up on one of your tests.”
“Oh…yes, I know what you’re talking about. The genetic instability? It’s a family trait, you can check my chart, Doctor.”
“Really? I don’t remember seeing it…oh…I guess it is in your chart. Huh. Okay. I still think we should monitor it. It could lead to complications, especially on away missions.”
“Of course…I’ve monitored it myself all my life. I’ve been assured it wouldn’t interfere with my Starfleet career. Believe me, I’ve been through all of this before.”
“No doubt. Well, otherwise, you seem very healthy, Captain.”
“Thank you for your time, Doctor.”

their technology is primitive
too primitive to see me as I am
I keep telling myself this

I can’t afford to make mistakes like that! Too many slip-ups and I’ll have to kill them all and find a new home. Again. I’m so tired of running.
I wish I could just go home.

turn back
turnbackturnbackturnbackturnback
why can’t I turn Bajoran????

Something is wrong.
Something is very very wrong.
curse solid space!
“Good day, Ensign!”
“Ummmmm…good…day? Are you visiting? I’m sure that Captain Nyco will be up soon, if you’re looking for her…”
“What…are you talking about? I am Captain Nyco!”
“…no? Is this a test, Ma’am? Please…just wait for the Captain to get up. I’m sure that she can help you.”
I AM THE CAPTAIN.