Non sequitur. You were talking about a "need" to resurrect the cliche of demoting an admiral back to a captain. That has nothing to do with the question of what to do about her demise.
It's not a non sequitur: it was presented as an alternative to the 'need' to do away with Janeway as admiral by killing her off. (And is something really a cliché if it's only been done once before?)
I'm not imposing some kind of edict, I'm just wondering why you think there's any point in focusing on a hypothetical that no longer applies.
Because I'm trying to untangle the reasoning behind it, and I find hypotheticals a useful rhetorical tool. And I happen to think there's plenty of fun and/or worth to be found in what-if scenarios generally.
It wasn't that long ago people here were saying that Michael Jan Friedman wimped out by not killing off Bev Crusher in "Death in Winter", as pre-publicity seemed to suggest might happen. And when she returned as CMO they complained it was a reset button.
People demanded to know why Pocket was too cowardly to kill off a regular.
That's because the scenario of Crusher's death was hyped up (although, I think, more by the audience than Pocket itself), only to have the story itself be perfectly pedestrian. I don't think it was a case of any need, perceived or real, to kill of a regular character that was then ignored, so much as it was a perceived failure to live up to (perhaps inaccurate) expectations of a major shake-up. I mean, if Destiny returns matters to the status quo ante at the end of book three, won't we feel cheated? (Not that
Death in Winter ever had the profile
Destiny has.)
Although, this ties in with something I was thinking about after logging off last night: to what extent are my character biases influencing my reaction to all this? If Crusher had been bumped off in
DiW, I don't think I'd be as annoyed (of course, I don't think Michael Jan Friedman would have killed Crusher off in such an abhorrent fashion, either, but that's neither here nor there), because she was never more than a supporting character and not one I've ever considered particularly interesting. Janeway, on the other hand, was the series lead, a character I liked, and a woman whose psychology one could spend hours deconstructing. A brighter light has been snuffed.
I know I wouldn't be reacting this way if it had been Chakotay who had bit the dust. Hell, even Kim - I'd be sad, but not particularly upset. But Chakotay, as a 'character' with all the personality and potential for growth of a pebble, seems like just the guy to kill off if you want to explore the characters' responses to death and grief without sacrificing a useful character in the process. Chakotay is Voyager's Chewbacca, when you get right down to it--Chabacca, Chewkotay, whatever. Hmm... 'Voyager' Star Wars...
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The ship rocked unexpectedly, a rumbling vibration sounding through the bulkheads, as the crew felt themselves pulled forward before the inertial dampners could adapt.
"What happened?" Janeway snapped.
Paris' hands flew across his consoles. "Looks like we've come out of warp in the middle of a meteor shower! Some kind of asteroid collision--it's not on any of the charts."
Chakotay growled in his rapidly-forgotten growling-Maquis-captain persona from early on in the series.
"Hey, it's not my fault!" Paris protested. "Our position is correct, but... no Aldebaran!"
"I'm not seeing it on sensors," Kim added, looking over Paris' shoulder.
"That's what I'm trying to tell you, kid," Paris said with a scowl. "It ain't there. It's been totally blown away."
"What? How?" Janeway demanded, rising from her chair.
"Destroyed..." Tuvok said, "...one would logically surmise."
"Hey, what's that?" Kim shouted, pointing at a flashing light of Paris' console.
"Proximity alarm," Paris said, slapping Kim's hand away. "Look, kid, why don't you take your console at the back of the bridge."
The bridge shook again with the low thrum of a large object striking the shields.
"Asteroids!" Janeway said, slapping Paris on the shoulder and pointing at the viewscreen.
"Right..." Paris input a string of commands into the console. "I'm going in closer to one of the big ones."
"Closer?" Janeway echoed.
"Closer?" Kim gulped.
Chakotay barked out something that Paris roughly figured meant 'Closer?', only louder.
"Sorry, Captain--but I don't have time to discuss this with a conference room!"
"I am
not a conference room," Janeway replied, grabbing on to the back of the chair to avoid being sent sprawling to the deck by a sudden turn.
"This is suicide," came the clipped, mechanical tones of the EMH from Paris's combadge. "Mr. Paris, the possibility of successfully navigating an asteroid field is approximately three thousand, seven hundred and twenty to one."
"Never tell me the odds!" Paris exclaimed, cutting off the channel.
Fictitiously yours, Trent Roman