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Ambassador Spock explored the almost sterile looking expanse of the bridge of the Starship Enterprise. The predominant color was white, but it was broken with an occasional chrome or blue. The monitors and workstations were very bright and almost overly cheery. Commander Spock had allowed him aboard for a tour of the ship before the new Captain arrived. He had expected it to be like a reunion with an old friend, but instead it was like meeting a vaguely familiar stranger with the same name.
This wasn't his Enterprise. His Enterprise had been different, darker, and though he would never say it aloud, cozier. The lines of her hull had been rounder in places. Her corridors rectangular rather than rounded at the corners. When it came to the interior - rather than being a vast expanse of cream colored walls in every direction - there had been more color to break up the monotony. Aboard his Enterprise, they had still used archaic paper printouts and obsessively backed everything up on Harddisk. Engineering had been designed by a human on his Enterprise rather than - from the looks of it - a former schoolmate of his that had been a few years ahead of him. His Enterprise had also been built more than a decade earlier than this ship that bore it's name.
How had the destruction of the USS Kelvin caused this great change to the ship he had served aboard off and on for almost thirty years?