The ancient Earth tradition of drawing the short straw was one that the redshirts regularly did before away team missions, and the mission to Deep...

It wasn’t that Tolstoy minded moving the Admiral’s bees around. Not at all. What he minded was having to completely undo what he’d just gotten...

Coffee in hand, the two lovestruck Admirals strolled through the Secondprize, their ultimate destination being the Bridge. Theoretically. As they made their way along the...

Janet Rind had long since stopped putting the words “important” and “meeting” into the memos she sent to Jimi Clerk while he was still a...

Captain’s Blog, Stardate: Hammer Time. I still haven’t yet gotten used to being an Admiral, but I’ve more or less gotten used to being called...