Episode 2: Baby's first steps
In one of the Equestria’s few Holodecks, Harmony’s blue orb was floating in front of a mannequin. “Hm. which Species to go with. So many in the database to choose from…” She mused. She had been working on this little side project of hers for some time now, and she was almost done.
After a moment, she heard a male’s voice through her internal combadge system. “Harmony, it’s Ensign Teller, the Plasma Injectors need to be cleaned. I’d like you to do that.” The Ensign said.
“Acknowledged. I shall do that.” Harmony responded, remembering what the captain had told her following Blitzwing’s hijack. She closed the program and went off to find the captain.
Space: The final frontier. This is the story of the USS Equestria. A ship fresh out of construction, with a crew fresh from the Academy. Together they will embark on a mission of discovery, and evolution. They will explore a strange new frontier, seek out new life and a new civilization, and boldly go farther than anyone has ever gone.
“Captain’s Log Stardate 32120607.09, we’ve dropped out of warp in direct proximity to a school of alien creatures, our first Scientific discovery since coming out here. Lt Cmdr. Prestine has been tasked with learning all she could about the creatures.”
“They have gills, and they have fins and tails that act as solar sails. They appear to be the space equivalent of sea creatures.” Prestine reported.
Proxima nodded, she and the bridge crew were all staring at the viewscreen to see a group of space faring creatures that they had encountered along their path to Jungletron. Suffice to say, they had dropped out of warp. “Amazing.” Proxima commented.
“Space whales out here in Extra galactic space.” Norman said. “I wonder where they came from.”
“For now, we can only speculate, as we do not know how long these creatures have been traveling for.” Sela commented.
They all watched as a smaller creature turned its head towards the ship, and change course to move towards them. “I think we got their attention.” Yamik commented.
“Shall I ready weapons?” Shron asked, to which everyone on the bridge gave him a ‘Seriously?’ looked. “They could be dangerous for all we know. Remember who is currently hunting us, for all we know–”
“Commander. Enough.” Proxima cut Shron off. “Our sensor readings place the nearest presence of Dark Energon many lightyears away from our current position.”
“And if they were servants of Unicron, or that Bio Bionic lady, they would have attacked us by now.” Norman added.
“Still, Caution is always advised out here.” Shron responded.
“Would going to Yellow Alert make you feel better Shron?” Yamik asked. “I could let all security staff know to watch out for spraying water.”
“Funny.” Shron said with an eyeroll while the rest of the bridge, minus Sela, chuckled. They all turned their attention back to the little Space Whale, who was doing a little dance in front of them, with a heavy emphasis on nudging its head towards the school. “Curious.” Sela said. “If I am not mistaken, I do believe our new friend wants us to join them.” She deduced.
Proxima nodded in agreement with that assessment and made a decision. “Ya know what? Why not? Mr. Paris, assume formation with the school of Space Whales. Our secondary mission out here is to explore and learn all we can. Let’s do just that.” She ordered.
“Aye captain. This should be fun.” Mr. Paris responded as he maneuvered the Equestria to fly in formation with the school of Space whales, matching their speed.
As everyone continued to watch the majestic creatures, Harmony’s blue orb appeared in front of Proxima. “Captain, if I may, I would like to commandeer a DOT-23 for a bit.” Harmony requested.
“For what reason if I may ask?” Proxim asked.
“Ensign Teller told me to clean the plasma injectors and to do that I need a physical body.” Harmony responded.
Norman heard that and raised an eyebrow. “Ensign Teller? I specifically told HIM to do that.” He said.
“He just told me to do it.” Harmony responded. “Would you like me to do it or not?”
Norman, Sela, and Proxima all glanced at each other, coming to the same thought. Norman tapped his combadge. “Mr. Teller, report to the bridge. On the double.” He ordered.
“Is there something wrong Captain?” Harmony asked.
“Ensign Teller just shirked off his duties to you. In Starfleet that is a big no.” Proxima responded.
“Is he not my superior officer? If I recall correctly, you did instruct me that anyone wearing a Combadge was my superior.” Harmony said.
Proxima’s eyes widened. She had forgotten she had told her that. “Harmony, what have you been told to do this past month?” She asked.
Harmony was about to respond, before Ensign Teller appeared on the bridge. “Ensign Teller reporting.” He said, not seeing that Harmony was there.
“Ensign Teller, I assume you’ve been cleaning the Plasma Injectors like you were told to?” Norman asked.
“Yes sir, I have.” Teller responded, totally lying to them.
“Oh, really?” Harmony asked. “I was just asking the captain if I could commandeer a DOT to do that.” She said.
Teller’s eyes widened and he turned to see Harmony’s Blue Orb floating right next to her. “Harmony?!” He exclaimed in shock.
THAT told the bridge crew all they needed to know. Norman shook his head. “Teller, follow me to the conference room.” He said as he started for the conference room connected to the bridge.
Teller, knowing he was busted, just decided to go with Norman. Proxima meanwhile refocused her attention on Harmony, who was confused. “Captain, I don’t understand, did Ensign Teller do something wrong?” She asked.
“He shirked off his duties, and then lied about it.” Proxima responded. “We’ll talk later Harmony, but for now, your orders will come only from me now.” She said.
“Yes Captain. Do you have something for me to do?” Harmony asked.
“Not at the moment, but perhaps it would be best if you retreated to the Holodeck and keep working on that avatar you sought permission to make.” Proxima responded.
“Aye captain.” Harmony responded before disappearing.
With her gone, Proxima turned to her senior staff. “Relay to your departments. Any officer found to be shirking their duties off to another without just cause will be reprimanded. I will not have anyone taking advantage of another on this ship.” She ordered.
“Aye captain.” The bridge crew responded.
Sela meanwhile approached Proxima and leaned into whisper. “Captain, might we talk in your ready room? I believe there is an underlying issue that we have been neglecting until now.” She said.
Proxima nodded and gestured for the two to go to her ready room. Once the door closed, she turned back to Sela. “I take it the issue relates to Harmony?” She asked.
“A month ago, we laid out for her a chain of command as to avoid another hijacking.” Sela said. “However, in doing so, we opened the door for opportunities for the crew to take advantage of Harmony’s trusting nature. Just as Blitzwinger did.” She explained.
“Right.” Proxima said. “I told her anyone wearing a combadge was her superior, I probably should have worded it a little different.” She deduced.
“That would go along with fixing the issue, however Harmony is still young. She needs to learn that she must not take anything she is told in stride.” Sela said. “And with the critical nature of our mission, it is something we must correct before it becomes greater than we can manage.”
“Right, I’m open to ideas.” Proxima responded.
“There are a few ideas, however, not one comes without challenges.” Sela responded.
“In any event, we must ensure that Harmony learns what she needs to learn. Our lives are in her hands. We must be able to trust her judgment.” Proxima responded.
“Indeed.” Sela responded. “Shall I go talk to Cliffjumper and ask if Titans go through any special education?” She asked.
“Might as well.” Proxima responded. “And while you’re at it, ask if Titans hold any special ranks in an organization like Starfleet.” She added.
“Of course, Captain.” Sela responded.
“Dismissed.” Proxima said.
Sela nodded and left. Proxima, now alone in her Ready Room, sighed. “A month out here…” She mused. She tapped her combadge after a second. “Commander Yamik, to my ready room. I would like for us to go through the security systems and find any further incidents of crewmen shirking their duties off to Harmony.” She said.
“Aye captain.” Yamik responded.
Meanwhile, in the Equestria’s shuttlebay, Cliff, Blitz, and Teletran were huddled in an isolated area of the bay, Teletran projecting Proxima’s pod for them to see. “This thing is still trying to keep secrets. But I have managed to confirm that the pod contains Cybertronian code. And was programmed to head out to search for suitable DNA to apply to its occupant, Proxima.” He reported.
“So she’s not all pony like she believes.” Blitz deduced.
“Correct, only part Pony.” Teletran responded.
“So she’s an Equestrian Cybertronian Hybrid.” Cliff said.
“That’s my current leaning, or she is something else entirely. However, in order to know for sure, I must get this thing to–” Teletran said before he was stopped by a female voice calling to them.
“Cliffumper, Teletran. Do you two have a moment?” Asked Sela.
Teletran quickly closed the hologram and the three Cybertronians turned to see Sela approaching. “Commander.” Blitz acknowledged.
“What can we do for you?” Cliff asked.
“We need to talk. About Harmony.” Sela responded, getting to the point.
“Harmony?” Teletran asked.
“Yes. We just caught one of our officers taking advantage of Harmony’s trusting and innocent nature to get her to do their duties for them.” Sela replied.
“You mean someone pulled a Blitzwing?” Cliff asked.
Blitzwing facepalmed. “Oh for Primus’s sake.” He said, sighing.
“Indeed they did. And it has brought up a matter that we should not put off anymore.” Sela said.
“You mean her learning to not just take everything at face value?” Teletran asked.
“Exactly.” Sela responded. “Do either you or Teletran have any advice for educating Titans?” Sela asked Cliff. “Anything special we should be aware of?”
“Not really.” Cliff responded. “Conventional education should work just fine.”
“Are you certain? If there is a special education procedure for Titans, it is paramount that we not wait to implement them.” Sela said.
“Only thing is that Titans are bound to their City Speakers until said City Speaker perishes.” Blitzwing responded. “So if Starfleet ever thinks about reassigning the captain, that would be a BAD idea. And trust me, you do not want to know why.” He explained.
“Noted.” Sela responded. “Speaking of Starfleet, that brings me to my next question. In Cybertronian history, has a titan ever held a special rank of any kind?” She asked.
“Not to my knowledge.” Teletran responded. “On Cybertron, TItans are no different than regular Cybertronians. So they can hold any rank. Ensign, Lieutenant, so long as they’re qualified for the rank.” Teletran said. “Might I ask why you are interested in such information?” He asked.
“Because assuming all stars align, Harmony will be a commissioned officer of Starfleet eventually.” Sela responded.
“Oh? And what career would she go into? And would she not need a body that isn’t colossal in size?” Blitz asked.
“Her career path is her own choice. And I am told she is working on an avatar’s body right now.” Sela responded.
While Teletran and his Cybertronian friends glanced at each other, Sela walked off, tapping her combadge in the process. “Sela to Cmdr Baker, I have a special project for you.” She said.
“Stardate 32120601, Harmony performed a system Diagnostic on the warp core by herself.” Proxima read the log.
“I believe Lieutenant Malloy was assigned to assist her, but no sign of anyone at that console.” Yamik said.
“32120530, Harmony took control of a workbee to move cargo boxes in the Shuttlebay…While Ensign Kimmer apparently just sat on the side licking an Ice-Cream.”
“There are at least 30 counts of people telling Harmony to do things they themselves were assigned to do. And none of them have seemingly given just cause for delegating to Harmony.” Yamik said.
“Unbelievable. How did the crew even find out about my poorly worded instructions to Harmony?” Proxima asked. “It was literally only me, Sela, and Harmony in this room.”
“Either someone took a chance and discovered her instructions, or Harmony herself let it slip.” Yamik deduced. “Either way, I can count at least 6 times where delegating duties to Harmony was a serious risk to everyone on this ship. She just isn’t qualified to do these tasks herself.”
“Agreed.” Proxima responded. She and Yamik had spent the past half hour going through the ship’s logs, and very quickly started finding evidence that officers were shirking off their duties to Harmony. A practice that, as far as they could tell, dated all the way back to when they first left the galaxy. To say Proxima was disappointed would be putting it mildly. Every single officer on the ship graduated from the Academy with high marks and exemplary distinction. There was a reason they were chosen to crew the Equestria in the first place. To learn that these types of shenanigans were going on did not reflect the graduating class Proxima had spent the last four years with. “These are some of the finest officers the Academy has produced since it was reopened 22 years ago. You would think that they would know better.” She said.
“I hear ya cap’n.” Yamik responded.
At that moment, the door opened to reveal Norman. “Captain.” He acknowledged as he stepped in. “I’ve sent Ensign Teller down to clean the plasma injectors, and told him that that is now solely his responsibility until further notice.” He reported.
“Thank you Jack.” Proxima said.
“I heard you two were looking for similar incidents.” Norman commented.
Yamik let out a chuckle. “Hmph, 30 counts of Harmony being given tasks that were assigned to actual officers. And a fifth of those incidents put everyone on this ship at risk.” He said
“Whew. 30 incidents. This has to have been going on for longer than we thought.” Norman said.
“No kidding.” Proxima responded. “I had a sneaking suspicion that eventually someone would try this. But this has to have started the day we left drydock to be all the way out here.”
“So what are we going to do to ensure it doesn’t happen again?” Norman asked.
“For one, I’m going to revise my previous instructions. She is to only follow orders given directly by the senior staff unless expressly placed under the authority of a lower ranked officer.” Proxima responded.
“Good idea.” Yamik responded. “And maybe add to that, report any officer that attempts these shenanigans from now on.”
“That would be helpful.” Norman said.
“I’ll consider it.” Proxima responded. “Jack, you weren’t there when I told the senior staff, I want it relayed to your department that there is to be ZERO shirking of duties from anyone on this ship. And that the next reported incident will answer for it.” She said.
“I’ll notify my people immediately.” Norman responded.
“Dismissed, both of you.” Proxima told Yamik and Norman, both of whom nodded and left.
With them gone, Proxima considered her next action, before breaking the silence. “Computer, what rank within Starfleet does Zora from the Discovery hold? If any at all.” She asked.
“Zora from the USS Discovery does not currently hold a rank.” The computer responded.
“Is there any precedent for a sentient Starship holding a rank?” Proxima asked.
“Negative.” The computer responded.
Proxima nodded. “So if Harmony ever expresses interest in formally joining Starfleet to become an officer, she’ll be the first sentient starship to do so.” She deduced. “Computer, record the following, and then send it to Federation Headquarters for Admiral Vance.” She said.
“Recording.” The computer responded. Harmony proceeded to convey her message to Starfleet.
Meanwhile, in the holodeck. Harmony resumed her cycling through of potential species for her new avatar to be, when she heard a knock on the holodeck door. “Enter.” She said.
The door slid open to reveal Dr Boimler, who stepped in. “Hey there Harmony.” He greeted.
“Greetings Doctor Boimler.” Harmony said. “Might I get your opinion on something?”
“Certainly.” Boimler responded.
“If you had to choose a species to make your new avatar, which species would you go with?” Harmony asked.
Boimler blinked, before he remembered what Harmony was actually doing. “Ah. At that point where you must choose species.” He said.
“I have already decided on age, height, eye color, but I cannot go further without choosing a species. Any recommendations?” Harmony asked.
“If you ask any member of the crew that question, they’ll undoubtedly recommend their own species. A matter of pride in one’s self.” Boimler responded.
“Noted.” Harmony responded. “I just would like my avatar to be perfect.”
“Well, one advantage you have is that you can test drive a body and if you don’t like it you can always come back here and change it up.” Boimler pointed out. “Also handy for if you’re in a particular mood one day.”
“I hadn’t considered that.” Harmony responded after thinking on it.
Boimler couldn’t help but chuckle. “You could make a wheel with several species on it, spin it, and what it lands on will be what you go as for that day.” He commented.
“I could very well do that indeed.” Harmony chuckled with Boimler. After a moment, the chuckling died down. “I suppose I could comb the federation database. Every known species in the galaxy is in there.”
“Well, I’m sure whatever you pick will suit you just fine.” Boimler responded.
“I hope so.” Harmony responded. “So, to what do I owe the pleasure of your company?” She asked.
“Captain Maxima issued a memo to the senior staff letting us know to relay to our departments that there is to be no shirking of duties off to anyone. She made it a point to mention you.” Boimler responded.
“Oh. Yes. It would seem Ensign Teller was trying to be lazy and get me to do his work for him.” Harmony responded. “Upon reflection of my time with the crew, I see now that it has been happening since we left drydock to be out here.” She said.
“It’s been happening all along? Ouch. That must sting a bit.” Boimler said. “Sorry that’s been happening to you.”
“I am more confused than anything. Why would Starfleet officers want to do something like that?” Harmony asked.
“A question that all of us legit hardworking officers have been asking since the founding of Starfleet itself.” Boimler responded. “Uhm…you haven’t been asked to do things for medical officers have you?” Boimler asked.
“No, no one in your department has given me any orders.” Harmony responded.
Boimler nodded and breathed a sigh of relief. “Good. No offense Harmony, but I would not trust you to perform a surgery unless under the most extreme circumstances.” He said. “Least not without the proper training.”
“Given what I have read from the Database about medicine and the like. I believe I shall leave such matters to trained professionals.” Harmony responded. Completely agreeing with Boimler.
“Good.” Boimler responded.
Harmony let out a cute little chuckle, before letting out a sigh. “Dr. Do you know if I hold a rank?” Harmony asked.
“Rank?” Boimler asked.
“Yes. Captain Maxima holds the rank of Captain. Most of the senior staff other than Commander Sela are Lieutenant Commanders. And the rest of the crew are either lieutenants or ensigns. As a member of the crew, do I hold a rank?” Harmony asked.
Boimler had wanted to say yes, but he also didn’t want to lie to Harmony. “To be honest Harmony, I don’t really know.” He responded. “I suppose it’s possible. But the captain never made a memo about it.”
“And if I don’t hold a rank, then what?” Harmony asked.
“Well, that really depends on you.” Boimler responded. “If you WANT a rank, I suppose you could theoretically go through Starfleet Academy, choose a career path, then become an ensign upon graduation.” He told her.
“Theoretically?” Harmony asked, confused. “I might not be allowed to attend the academy?”
“It will spark a debate. That much I am certain.” Boimler responded. “For the simple reason that a sentient starship going through the academy is unprecedented. To say the least.”
“According to Teletran I am not simply a sentient starship.” Harmony countered.
“Agreed. You can in theory transform into a titanic humanoid lifeform, however, your T-Cog is nonoperational. Until we find Cybertron and get your T-Cog working, you might as well be a sentient starship.” Boimler explained.
“I see.” Harmony responded, feeling a little dejected
“Sorry if it sounds belittling, but I’m simply explaining how Starfleet is likely to classify you for now.” Boimler responded.
“It’s alright, I understand.” Harmony responded.
At that moment, Boiler’s combadge beeped, followed by a voice. “Dr. Boimler, situation in the shuttle bay, injury reported due to stack collapse.”
“Acknowledged. On my way.” Dr Boimler responded. “Sorry, Gotta run Harmony.” He said.
“No worries.” Harmony responded.
Boimler nodded and started to leave, turning back to Harmony before he left. “I’m sure Captain Maxima would be happy to talk to you further about it. She can relate to you about not having an easy entry into Starfleet.” He told her.
That left Harmony in confusion. The captain didn’t have an easy time getting into Starfleet? “Intriguing.” She said out loud as she called up Maxima’s record from the database, as well as a few others. Looking for any signs that Maxima’s entry was harder than others.
“A mobile Holo Emitter is easy enough to make.” Kasey said as she held up a small triangular device. “But it gets exponentially challenging when you’re talking about making a device to allow what is essentially an astral projection of one’s self to leave the confines of the holodeck. Commander, I assume you understand that Harmony isn’t a program.” She told Commander Sela.
“Yes, I am aware Cmdr Baker.” Sela responded.
“So you understand that she can’t transfer into this little device.” Baker said.
“Actually, she might be able to.” Teletran responded. “Due to the unique circumstances of her birth, she might be able to transfer her consciousness into this emitter and project a body for herself from it.”
Kasey glanced at Teletran quizzically. He and Sela had come to her with an engineering challenge, make a mobile emitter for Harmony’s future avatar. “Has there ever been a situation where a cybertronian’s consciousness was put in a different body?” She asked.
“One. Megatron’s consciousness was transferred into Autobot scout Bumblebee’s head for a time.” Teletran responded.
“Intentionally?” Sela asked.
“It was an accident, but it IS proof that it’s possible.” Teletran responded.
“How was it done?” Baker asked.
“Through a Cortical Psychic Patch. Kinda like a direct hardwire link between two of your computers.” Teletran responded. “Of course neither Megatron nor Bumblebee are Titans, but Harmony is essentially just a massive regular Cybertronian. The same principle and concept should apply here.” He explained.
Baker continued to be skeptical of the idea, but she couldn’t think of a good reason why it shouldn’t be attempted. “Mind helping me with it then Teletran? If we’re going to pull this off then we need to do it right.” She said.
“Certainly Chief.” Teletran responded.
“How long do you believe it will take to pull this off?” Sela asked.
“Your guess is as good as mine.” Baker responded.
“I would appreciate regular updates.” Sela responded.
“Of course Captain.” Baker responded.
Sela nodded and left. Baker shook her head. “Alright Teletran, what do we do first?”
“Build a Cortical Psychic Patch.” Teletran responded as he projected a diagram. “Might I suggest we see if Dr. Boimler is able to assist?”
“Might as well.” Baker responded.
“Captain’s log supplemental, a few hours into our journey with the space whales. And we’ve already learned quite a bit.”
“Over the past few hours we’ve received many signals from these majestic creatures. We’ve been analyzing them and they appear to be how these creatures communicate with each other.” Risa told the bridge crew.
“Could we maybe send a signal back to them?” Proxima asked.
“Possibly. We don’t have any way of knowing if such a signal will provoke them or not.” Risa responded.
“Fascinating. Continue analysis Prestine.” Proxima replied. “We’ll set back out tomorrow, but until then, keep following them.”
“Aye aye Captain.” Prestine said.
“Captain.” Harmony chimed in. “Might I see you in your ready room? I wish to discuss something in private.”
“Sure thing Harmony.” Proxima responded. “Shron, you have the con.” She said as she walked into her ready room and sealed the door. Harmony’s Blue Orb appeared in front of her. “So, what did you want to talk about Harmony?” She asked.
“First of all, I am obligated to inform you that the incident with Ensign Teller this morning was not the only incident. But merely one of several.” Harmony responded. “After reflecting on past orders I have been given I found a pattern.”
“Oh we know.” Proxima responded. “Cmdr Yamik and I have gone through security logs and found at least 30 counts of officers shirking their duties off to you.” She said.
“That sounds about right.” Harmony responded.
“And to remedy that. Here is your new chain of command. Your orders will come directly from myself, Commander Sela, or any of the senior staff. And if your orders do not come directly from us, you do not do them unless we are incapacitated, or unless we expressly place you under the authority of a lower ranked officer for whatever reason. Understood?” Proxima asked.
“Understood captain. You are at the top, followed by Commander Sela, followed by the senior staff, and any lower ranked officer will not have authority over me unless expressly authorized by a member of the senior staff.” Harmony repeated.
“Perfect.” Proxima responded.
“On the topic of ranks, I have been wondering. Almost everyone on this ship has a rank. I would like to know if I hold a rank.” Harmony said.
Proxima hesitated a little, wondering how to word it. “If you do hold a rank, I was not informed.” Proxima responded. “However, I think it’s safe to say that you do not hold a rank.”
“I see. So if I desire a rank and to be an official officer of Starfleet I would need to go through the academy?” Harmony asked.
“Theoretically, yes. But I suspect that for you it will not be as simple as submitting an application. Seeing as how you would be the first of your kind to go through the academy. And this is of course ignoring the fact that you are also several lightyears away from the academy.” Proxima responded.
“Dr. Boimler mentioned that you had a similar experience. Your record did not indicate such.” Harmony said, curious.
Proxima nodded. “Ah, yeah. My issue was that of a legal nature. Because of a thousand year old law that predated the Federation itself, I was at first not allowed to apply. But after some debate, and a very helpful explanation from the councilman from Equis, My application was approved.” Proxima explained.
“Intriguing.” Harmony responded. “Would this law also affect me?” She asked.
“That I don’t know Harmony.” Proxima responded. “There is a lot that still needs to be sorted out with you. And red tape and legal issues take an absurdly long time to sort out sometimes.” She said.
“I see.” Harmony said.
“It sucks, but it’s just how things are with politics and bureaucratic matters.” Proxima said.
“Understood.” Harmony said. “Captain, for the sake of argument, what would you say if I expressed interest in actually going through the Academy?”
“If it’s what you want, I’m certainly not gonna stop you. It’ll be the higher ups that will probably be your obstacles.” Proxima said.
At that moment, the computer beeped. “Incoming message from Starfleet command, Admiral Vance to Captain maxima.” the computer said. “Priority one.”
Proxima smiled while Harmony was confused. “Is there something wrong Captain? It is my understanding Priority one means urgent.”
“Right Harmony.” Proxima said. “And I think you should stick around for this.” She said. “Play back message.” She ordered.
A hologram of Admiral Vance appeared, and he began to talk. “Captain Maxima. This is Admiral Vance. I have received your inquiry regarding Harmony’s potential admittance into Starfleet Academy. It would be unprecedented to say the least and I am not even sure she would be legally able to for a multitude of reasons, but I shall bring it to the council. I do know for a fact though that she will need a body that is not locked in Starship mode at the moment. So if this is something she wants, make sure she gets a body. I shall contact you again when I have more information. Until then, Vance out.” He said.
The hologram disappeared and Proxima nodded. “You made an inquiry to Starfleet on my behalf Captain?” Harmony asked.
“Indeed I did.” Proxima responded. “Today’s incident made me realize that there is much you still need to learn, that we can teach you. And I do believe Starfleet Academy will be able to help you. But ultimately it must be your decision.” Proxima said. “It will not be easy. And there’s no guarantee that they’ll even let you in. But if you are sure this is what you want, I will have your back all the way.” She said.
“I…I don’t know what to say. I appreciate it Captain, really.” Harmony responded.
“Well, as the Cybertronians claim, I am your city Speaker. And that to me sounds like having your back through thick and thin.” Proxima said.
“And I will have your back Captain, you will always be able to depend on me.” Harmony said.
“I sure hope so.” Proxima said as she turned her attention to the window and stared off into space. Wondering just what the future held.
To be continued…
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nicely done!
Great chapter wonder what is going to happen next time on Proxima ball z
Hmmm, wouldn't Data's trip through Star Fleet set a precedence for Harmony (once she has a (proper sized) body?
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Maybe.
Then again, Data isn't exactly a Sentient Starship so the similarity in that case wasn't immediately obvious.
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Techncally, Harmony could be considered akin to a McCaffrey brainship, but with a proper-sized body, she would be extremely similar to Data (independently mobile and sentient) ...
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I had no idea what a McCaffrey brainship was until just now, but I agree with you that she can absolutely be considered a mix of Data and such a brainship.
Now we'll just have to see if anyone thinks to bring either up in the debate.
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Oh god, someone renembers The Ship Who Sang