Previously: Dramatis Personae

Sarina Gates stared aimlessly out the windows of Ten Forward. Despite the countless stars whizzing by as the Enterprise hurtled through space as warp, the endless black of space appeared an abyss, and every bit a reflection of her career.


Waltz is inspired by my recent rewatch of Star Trek: The Next Generation, in which I was reminded that TNG had a healthy supply of Black ensigns. I initially tried to include them all in one fic, but...that wasn't working.

The story takes place in Season 7, in the year 2370.