After years of thinking about it, I've finally decided to try to start a fanfic series. I've been role-playing Trek for over 10 years, and now that my life and schedule in general has started to become more hectic, I don't really have time for weekly RPGs anymore. So, I decided that the best way to get all of the ideas I get out of my head is to try to start using them in stories. I've spent a couple months going over various ideas in my head, and I finally settled on a series based on the adventures of the Challenger NX-03 after its launch, and it's involvement in the Earth-Romulan War.
I don't have too much written of the first story yet, but I thought I'd post an excerpt of what I do have to get some general feedback, seeing as how this is my first time really writing anything like this.
If anyone (particularly anyone with some writing experience under their belts) has any tips or pointers for me, I'd love to hear them! Thanks!
Tuesday, December 2, 2155
Orbital Drydock Facility 314, Station 15 B
"Does that hurt, Captain?"
Captain Alex Hart squeezed his eyes shut, partly to block out the blinding light shining directly into his face, and partly to block out the thoughts of what was going on inside his mouth at the moment.
Get a hold of yourself! he scolded himself. You're a grown man and a Starfleet captain. You can handle a little dental work.
"Captain?" repeated the Challenger's chief medical officer, Doctor Kofi Kingsley, as he uncerimoniously poked and prodded at the gum around one of Hart's upper back molars. "Does that hurt?"
Pulled from his thoughts, the captain focused his attention on the area that the doctor was indicating. He took little comfort in the fact that his gum indeed seemed to be appropriately numbed, but nodded as much as he could manage.
"Excellent," Kingsley said in a rich Ghanan accent, then looked up at his assistant over the magnifying glasses he wore. "The gum area has been suitably anesthetized. I believe we'll start with the maxillary second molar, then proceed to the first molar."
"Yes, doctor," replied head nurse Sam Harding as she turned to the doctor's tray of nightmares and set to work preparing.
The doctor returned his attention to the captain's mouth, and Hart sighed as he attempted to plan out his schedule for the day in his head.
"I hear Starfleet Command is attempting to push up our launch date," Kingsley said suddenly, and Hart realized that the doctor was speaking to him.
"Uh-huh," he answered simply.
"Forgive me sir," the African man said. "I don't mean to overstep my bounds. Just making conversation."
Hart sighed again, silently wondering why Kingsley (and dentists as a whole) felt the need to make small talk while they had their hands inside someone's mouth.
Before he could reply further, a voice came over the intercom.
"Bridge to Captain Hart."
Hart allowed his hopes to rise that he might be spared what was about to come. He shot a quick look towards the com panel on the wall, then back at the doctor, who took the hint. Letting an irritated sigh escape his lips, Kingsley rolled in his chair across the deck to the panel and pressed a switch, then nodded.
"Hart here," said the captain, finding his speech not as impedimented by the numbness as he thought it'd be.
"I have Admiral Stone at Starfleet Command for you," came the responce of the on duty communications officer, a Czech woman named Kara Novac.
"Thank you Ensign," Hart replied, sitting up. Craning his neck around, he looked over at the doctor, who simply nodded. "Patch it through down here."
The captain got to his feet and crossed the room to the doctor's desk. Pulling off the bib he was wearing to protect his uniform, he sat down and tapped on the monitor, activating it. The emblem of Starfleet Command appeared on the screen, then after several moments abruptly switched to show the broad shouldered, dark-skinned man wearing admiral's bars.
"Captain Hart," Admiral Eli Stone began without preamble, which was out of the ordinary for the usually jovial man. However, despite the urgency on the admiral's face and in his baritone voice, there was a twinkle in his eyes. "How soon can you be ready to launch?"
I don't have too much written of the first story yet, but I thought I'd post an excerpt of what I do have to get some general feedback, seeing as how this is my first time really writing anything like this.
If anyone (particularly anyone with some writing experience under their belts) has any tips or pointers for me, I'd love to hear them! Thanks!
Tuesday, December 2, 2155
Orbital Drydock Facility 314, Station 15 B
"Does that hurt, Captain?"
Captain Alex Hart squeezed his eyes shut, partly to block out the blinding light shining directly into his face, and partly to block out the thoughts of what was going on inside his mouth at the moment.
Get a hold of yourself! he scolded himself. You're a grown man and a Starfleet captain. You can handle a little dental work.
"Captain?" repeated the Challenger's chief medical officer, Doctor Kofi Kingsley, as he uncerimoniously poked and prodded at the gum around one of Hart's upper back molars. "Does that hurt?"
Pulled from his thoughts, the captain focused his attention on the area that the doctor was indicating. He took little comfort in the fact that his gum indeed seemed to be appropriately numbed, but nodded as much as he could manage.
"Excellent," Kingsley said in a rich Ghanan accent, then looked up at his assistant over the magnifying glasses he wore. "The gum area has been suitably anesthetized. I believe we'll start with the maxillary second molar, then proceed to the first molar."
"Yes, doctor," replied head nurse Sam Harding as she turned to the doctor's tray of nightmares and set to work preparing.
The doctor returned his attention to the captain's mouth, and Hart sighed as he attempted to plan out his schedule for the day in his head.
"I hear Starfleet Command is attempting to push up our launch date," Kingsley said suddenly, and Hart realized that the doctor was speaking to him.
"Uh-huh," he answered simply.
"Forgive me sir," the African man said. "I don't mean to overstep my bounds. Just making conversation."
Hart sighed again, silently wondering why Kingsley (and dentists as a whole) felt the need to make small talk while they had their hands inside someone's mouth.
Before he could reply further, a voice came over the intercom.
"Bridge to Captain Hart."
Hart allowed his hopes to rise that he might be spared what was about to come. He shot a quick look towards the com panel on the wall, then back at the doctor, who took the hint. Letting an irritated sigh escape his lips, Kingsley rolled in his chair across the deck to the panel and pressed a switch, then nodded.
"Hart here," said the captain, finding his speech not as impedimented by the numbness as he thought it'd be.
"I have Admiral Stone at Starfleet Command for you," came the responce of the on duty communications officer, a Czech woman named Kara Novac.
"Thank you Ensign," Hart replied, sitting up. Craning his neck around, he looked over at the doctor, who simply nodded. "Patch it through down here."
The captain got to his feet and crossed the room to the doctor's desk. Pulling off the bib he was wearing to protect his uniform, he sat down and tapped on the monitor, activating it. The emblem of Starfleet Command appeared on the screen, then after several moments abruptly switched to show the broad shouldered, dark-skinned man wearing admiral's bars.
"Captain Hart," Admiral Eli Stone began without preamble, which was out of the ordinary for the usually jovial man. However, despite the urgency on the admiral's face and in his baritone voice, there was a twinkle in his eyes. "How soon can you be ready to launch?"
You really have the feel of the Enterprise era--a cutting-edge ship (for humanity), yet the "barbarism" of dentistry as we know it. I'd love to see more. 
