No Greater Honor...

"So, yeh've got yer first ship."

"Yep! Under three years."

"Yeh luv 'er, don't'cha lad?"

"Yeah, we all do."


"Uh-huh. Me, Scotty, Bones, everyone."

"No mutineers?"

"Are you kidding?"

"No lad I am not, in fact, a young goat."

"No, no, I meant 'were you being serious?'"

"Oh, aye. Mutineers! May they rot in the 7th Circle with betrayers and liars."

"Hear, hear!"

"So, what's she like?"

"Ah, she's a true beauty. Like a star in the night, our own avenging angel."

"Angel? Ye mean she's your connie...conscie...that little voice that takes the fun outta life?"

"Naw. She's...I can't describe it. We dance amongst the stars, our only limit is the starlight itself. She's...freedom. The freedom to wander, to explore, to push the limits of what we know."

"Ah, so there's the heart of th' matter. Aye, I agree with ye there; freedom, that she is."

"So what about you?"

"My dark princess, she too is freedom. There's no horizon she can't reach, no sea she can't sail."

"She can burn, she con flounder, but she's always in our hearts, flying towards that horizon beyond."

"Aye! I'll drink to that."

"To Enterprise!"

"To the Pearl!"