“Will,” Picard said as the screen flickered to life, revealing the rugged, bearded face of William Riker. “I need a ship. And I need a friend who doesn’t mind breaking a few regulations.”
As the SS La Sirena broke orbit, leaving the rolling hills of France behind, Picard looked out at the stars. The final frontier was calling again, but this time, the echoes were personal.
“En marche,” Picard murmured, his voice steady. “The past is never truly gone, Will. It’s just waiting for us to catch up.”
“Will,” Picard said as the screen flickered to life, revealing the rugged, bearded face of William Riker. “I need a ship. And I need a friend who doesn’t mind breaking a few regulations.”
As the SS La Sirena broke orbit, leaving the rolling hills of France behind, Picard looked out at the stars. The final frontier was calling again, but this time, the echoes were personal.
“En marche,” Picard murmured, his voice steady. “The past is never truly gone, Will. It’s just waiting for us to catch up.”
