Edit: I don't know how the original version got repeated three times, but here it is again with the gender and name switch to reflect later discussion.
If you don't catch the reference, Robert April was the first captain of NCC-1701 Enterprise, who handed her off to Christopher Pike, then James Kirk got her after him. Though little canon exists beyond the name, it can be surmised from it that he was human rather than Andorian, and my version's quirks if not attitudes are loosly based on the character from the Diane Carey (I think...) novel Final Frontier, about the ship's nearly-disastrous first mission, with James' father George Kirk as Chief of Security under a very ivory-towerish Robert April - this one is a little more practical, but the cardigan and the somewhat child-like enthusiasm for really being in space on a real starship remain.
Oh, and since I can't find my old Star Fleet Battles gamebooks to look up what they list the origianl Miranda as, I'm just going to say the registry number as picked by the Trekkies for the project is NCC-1755. The refitted Miranda from ST2: Wrath of Khan, the USS Reliant, was NCC-1864, so that gives a nice gap for what seems to be the workhorse of Starfleet right up to the ST:TNG era to have a long construction list.
Dateline: January 2008
o/" Well we had a lot of luck on Venus/We always had a ball on Mars/We meet with all the groovy people/we like the milky way so far/we'll mess around in borealis/we're space truckin' round the staaaaarrs... o/"
Captain April Roberts, AAF (retired), stared at the advert on her television screen with a sense of fascinated wonder that she hadn't felt since she was a child, at video of people in converted cars zooming around over the planets as they were named in the song.
"The Dream Becomes Real," a scrolling title read, followed by quick flashes of illustrations and photos of that big project the Yanks had chased out of the States with their scare-monger legislation, now being built outside Canberra. The music faded down a bit and a voice over announced "The USS Miranda needs you! Construction tradesmen, technicians, science and medical staff, or donations of material or financial support. For more information contact the Miranda Foundation, or the Astronomy Department of the University of Canberra."
She rubbed at her right bicep as the music came back up, where her arm had ended in a stump less than a year ago, since the accident that had ended her military career in 2005. There wasn't even a scar there now, and the new one had almost finished growing out to match the other.
o/" COME ON! COME ON! COME ON! LET's GO SPACE TRUCKIN'! o/"
Literally blue blood and complexion, stark white hair, and occasional cravings for seafood were little enough to pay for that. Bloody idiot Yanks in Washington all went insane years ago, how could they even think about outlawing this Hand-Wave stuff?
o/" COME ON! COME ON! COME ON! SPACE TRUCKIN'! o/"
The music faded out and her gaze turned inward as the spot ended and one for that horse-piss Fosters tried to pass off as real Australian beer came on in its place. Considering the name of the project, and the fact that the SETI and Star Trek International Fan Club logos had shared screen space just before it ended they'd probably get a kick out of her name and the biomod side effects, though the fact that the scientific and acedemic worlds were also involved would hopefully tone down the worst TV-show fanaticism. Another moment's thought and she was decided.
"There's just no way I can't at least give it a go. Who knows, maybe they'll even have a berth for an old jet jockey," she speculated. "Wotta you think, Bits?" she asked, tickling the small bundle of black and brown fur on her lap.
Hearing her name, the fluffball uncurled into a Yorkshire terrier, who snorted and rolled onto her back.
"Yeah, 'at's what I figured. You think your belly needs a rub, don't you, pet?" Chuckling, the former pilot obliged, only fumbling a bit with still unfamiliar fingers as she fished the portable handset out of the couch cushions to ring up good old U Canberra. She'd actually taken a number of Astro electives when she'd studied there, maybe Professor (still need an Aborigine-type family (tribe?) name) could put in a good word for her.
SERVO: Loook *deeeeply* into my eyes... Tell me, what do you see?
CROW: (hypnotized) A twisted man who wants to inflict his pain upon others.
For the next 72 hours, Itachi intoned, I will slap you with this trout. - Spying no Jutsu, chapter 3
"In the futuristic taco bell of the year 20XX, justice wears an aluminum sombrero!"hemlock-martini
--
"Anko, what you do in your free time is your own choice. Use it wisely. And if you do not use it wisely, make sure you thoroughly enjoy whatever unwise thing you are doing." - HymnOfRagnorok as Orochimaru at SpaceBattles
woot Med. Eng., verb, 1st & 3rd pers. prsnt. sg. know, knows
If you don't catch the reference, Robert April was the first captain of NCC-1701 Enterprise, who handed her off to Christopher Pike, then James Kirk got her after him. Though little canon exists beyond the name, it can be surmised from it that he was human rather than Andorian, and my version's quirks if not attitudes are loosly based on the character from the Diane Carey (I think...) novel Final Frontier, about the ship's nearly-disastrous first mission, with James' father George Kirk as Chief of Security under a very ivory-towerish Robert April - this one is a little more practical, but the cardigan and the somewhat child-like enthusiasm for really being in space on a real starship remain.
Oh, and since I can't find my old Star Fleet Battles gamebooks to look up what they list the origianl Miranda as, I'm just going to say the registry number as picked by the Trekkies for the project is NCC-1755. The refitted Miranda from ST2: Wrath of Khan, the USS Reliant, was NCC-1864, so that gives a nice gap for what seems to be the workhorse of Starfleet right up to the ST:TNG era to have a long construction list.
Dateline: January 2008
o/" Well we had a lot of luck on Venus/We always had a ball on Mars/We meet with all the groovy people/we like the milky way so far/we'll mess around in borealis/we're space truckin' round the staaaaarrs... o/"
Captain April Roberts, AAF (retired), stared at the advert on her television screen with a sense of fascinated wonder that she hadn't felt since she was a child, at video of people in converted cars zooming around over the planets as they were named in the song.
"The Dream Becomes Real," a scrolling title read, followed by quick flashes of illustrations and photos of that big project the Yanks had chased out of the States with their scare-monger legislation, now being built outside Canberra. The music faded down a bit and a voice over announced "The USS Miranda needs you! Construction tradesmen, technicians, science and medical staff, or donations of material or financial support. For more information contact the Miranda Foundation, or the Astronomy Department of the University of Canberra."
She rubbed at her right bicep as the music came back up, where her arm had ended in a stump less than a year ago, since the accident that had ended her military career in 2005. There wasn't even a scar there now, and the new one had almost finished growing out to match the other.
o/" COME ON! COME ON! COME ON! LET's GO SPACE TRUCKIN'! o/"
Literally blue blood and complexion, stark white hair, and occasional cravings for seafood were little enough to pay for that. Bloody idiot Yanks in Washington all went insane years ago, how could they even think about outlawing this Hand-Wave stuff?
o/" COME ON! COME ON! COME ON! SPACE TRUCKIN'! o/"
The music faded out and her gaze turned inward as the spot ended and one for that horse-piss Fosters tried to pass off as real Australian beer came on in its place. Considering the name of the project, and the fact that the SETI and Star Trek International Fan Club logos had shared screen space just before it ended they'd probably get a kick out of her name and the biomod side effects, though the fact that the scientific and acedemic worlds were also involved would hopefully tone down the worst TV-show fanaticism. Another moment's thought and she was decided.
"There's just no way I can't at least give it a go. Who knows, maybe they'll even have a berth for an old jet jockey," she speculated. "Wotta you think, Bits?" she asked, tickling the small bundle of black and brown fur on her lap.
Hearing her name, the fluffball uncurled into a Yorkshire terrier, who snorted and rolled onto her back.
"Yeah, 'at's what I figured. You think your belly needs a rub, don't you, pet?" Chuckling, the former pilot obliged, only fumbling a bit with still unfamiliar fingers as she fished the portable handset out of the couch cushions to ring up good old U Canberra. She'd actually taken a number of Astro electives when she'd studied there, maybe Professor (still need an Aborigine-type family (tribe?) name) could put in a good word for her.
SERVO: Loook *deeeeply* into my eyes... Tell me, what do you see?
CROW: (hypnotized) A twisted man who wants to inflict his pain upon others.
For the next 72 hours, Itachi intoned, I will slap you with this trout. - Spying no Jutsu, chapter 3
"In the futuristic taco bell of the year 20XX, justice wears an aluminum sombrero!"hemlock-martini
--
"Anko, what you do in your free time is your own choice. Use it wisely. And if you do not use it wisely, make sure you thoroughly enjoy whatever unwise thing you are doing." - HymnOfRagnorok as Orochimaru at SpaceBattles
woot Med. Eng., verb, 1st & 3rd pers. prsnt. sg. know, knows