#springball

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ohhhh how much i love springball

[freepassbound]

Okay but this is exactly what Benjamin Lafayette Sisko's retirement project would be!

He comes back in time for the birth of his second child, with Kasidy (not over 20 years later - remember that Ira Behr has lots of very dumb ideas, and that's definitely near the top); Starfleet has no idea what to do with him, and Sisko's not really interested in running the station again - and definitely not interested in leaving for another assignment - but they can't just not reinstate him, right?

(You come back from the dead, you automatically get reinstated and get to pick your assignment - I'm pretty sure that's in the Starfleet regulations somewhere)

So they give him a promotion and put him in charge of the sector. Sisko doesn't want to overshadow Kira by staying on the station and possibly undermining her authority, so he puts his headquarters on Bajor - lives in his house in Kendra Province, transports to the capital for work.

And with a fair amount of downtime and no holosuites, what is Ben Sisko going to do for fun?

That's absolutely right - he's going to play baseball.

He goes full Field of Dreams and builds a baseball field at his house, and he talks the capital parks authority into making a diamond in one of the city parks near his office, so he can get a few cuts in at lunch.

At first, he's just got a robo-pitch machine throwing to him, though a few times a week, Jake comes by the house and they have a catch and some BP.

But then one day one of the younger kids playing at the park comes over and asks the Emissary if they can try hitting the "bean" (because it kind of looks like a big katterpod bean).

And Benjamin Sisko, Dad Extraordinaire and Baseball Lover Supreme, gives that big gleaming smile, says "You absolutely can", and gives that kid the best batting lesson he could possibly get.

It all goes quickly after that - more kids start showing up to play, a youth league develops in the capital; within a few years, there are youth leagues throughout the province, and in Kendra (playing at the Emissary's house is the highest goal of every kid on the planet).

The first adults to start playing organized games are the vedeks (baseball keeps popping up in orb visions, so they roll with it). The different orders start arranging games against each other.

By 2425, there's a worldwide professional league - the first commissioner, the retired Admiral Sisko, the Emissary, gives it its official name: Bajor League Baseball.

Bajor League Baseball

[lostyesterday]

Guinan opening a bar on DS9 ideas:

Quark develops a fierce and entirely one-sided business rivalry with her. Guinan mostly finds this funny.

Odo is initially extremely suspicious of Guinan and thinks she’s secretly a criminal mastermind (she does nothing to convince him she isn’t and if anything acts even more suspicious on purpose), but he warms up to her when she provides a vital clue in unraveling the station’s latest mystery, and also because Quark hates her.

Guinan’s relationship with Dax is initially a little awkward because she slept with one of Dax’s past hosts (it’s never directly stated which one). They eventually become good friends.

Kira and Guinan play springball every week. They’re evenly matched.

Guinan sometimes has dinner with Sisko and Jake. Sisko loves her because she compliments his cooking.

Jake often hangs out at her bar to write and to ask her for writing advice.

Guinan is randomly really good friends with Rom. Quark hates this so much.

Garak is evidently completely terrified of Guinan but absolutely no one knows why and she claims never to have met him before. This is never explained.

[fatalism-and-villainy]

Re: this it is also very character-appropriate that the only hobby we see Kira Nerys engaging in enthusiastically without being roped into it by her friends is springball. She does not really know how to approach imaginative scenarios and has no aptitude for art, and it figures that she would be more interested in sports and recreation - very physical and embodied and instinctive rather than contemplative or creative, taking her out of her thoughts rather than immersing herself in them.

Anyway, since several male characters get episodes devoted to them having a goofy silly time with their hobbies (like Sisko building an ancient spaceship from scratch or Bashir LARPing as James Bond), I think there should have been a low-key episode about Kira participating in a springball tournament.

[assassinbugs]

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[lavendelhummel]

I wrote something taking place on a certain space station, somewhere deep ehm I mean near Bajor. Bajor is even mentioned! Not sure if it is its culture, it’s less of a cultural misunderstanding but more of an actual misunderstanding with words… because one person is Bajoran and one Trill. It’s KiraDax! Misunderstanding in the Holosuites!

Here is: Springball! Thank you to @lilolilyr for betareading especially since it is my time writing Star Trek ;)

[kittenwriter]

Julian is totally having a jealous fit during the springball game in "For the Cause." Like, that is not "leave well enough alone," that's "you're at this game with me and you keep staring at that girl over there!"

[odostatusupdatesdaily]

Odo sold his bucket to get Major Kira a custom springball racquet but she sold her springball holosuite program to get Odo cool stickers for his bucket....

[noitsbecky127]

rebecca watches ds9: shadowplay

we open with jadzia!!!!

jadzia and odo adventure! that’s an interesting combo, i don’t think we’ve seen them interact much

oh my god she’s a gossip girl. odo is having Regrets

this conversation is so funny. odo discovers that “grumpy goo” is some people’s type

they’re beaming down to a weird planet, so it’s time for shit to go down

where is everyone? there’s gotta be people here, these structures aren’t naturally occurring

well they found one person at least!

meanwhile on ds9, quark is getting into some bullshit probably

i hear “museum on cardassia v” and i immediately assume this is a british museum situation. there may not be anything actually cardassian in there

quark should be lawful while kira is in charge of security. she’s fuckin scary

yeah i think her hatred of him might actually go further than odo’s

time for jake to get his first job! he’s ahead of me in that department, i didn’t get my first job till last year at age 19

jake you will be much better off with o’brien than with quark. o’brien won’t rob you blind, first and foremost

he does not seem happy about this

meanwhile on the weird planet

odo: don’t worry dax i have a plan

odo has left the game

obviously he was always gonna come back but wouldn’t it be hilarious if he just didn’t

oh we’ve got a mystery of sorts on our hands

embrace your inner sherlock odo

TEIA CANTORI????

ohhh i turned the subtitles on for a sec and it’s taya. i’m still gonna think of teia cantori though

after last episode i’m suspicious of everyone. someone living here is behind the disappearances.

aww taya’s adorable

i love kids lol

yep i don’t trust this guy. why isn’t he desperate to get his daughter back

comm badge for jake!!!!!

julian has been enlisted to spy on quark and he’s excited to do it to impress his boyfriend. i fucking love this guy

vedek bareil. i vaguely recall him.

no no no, no romance please

quark is planning smth nefarious. now’s your time to shine julian. impress your bf

“what happened to your face?” kids are so blunt lmao

why can’t odo do faces well anyway?

a changeling? like in dnd? though ig this prolly came before the dnd race

odo’s history makes me sad :(

he’s connecting with taya i’m gonna cry

nobody leaves the valley? this is an interesting new development

oh shit jake doesn’t want to be in starfleet does he

new miles lore: knows how to play cello, middle name is edward

god this is such a human storyline, i love when trek has plotlines that could easily take place today

“i liked everything about [your speech] except the content” so, nothing

i wonder what springball is

odo how do you see pain in this guy’s eyes. you know fuck-all about faces

i wonder if the fact that he’s dying is connected to the vanishing people somehow

i LOVE when odo does the columbo thing

how is bro so sure that there are no missing people in the area none of them have ever been to

time for odo and jadzia to go on an adventure ig

and taya apparently!

this might be the first time we’ve met people who actually know anything about odo’s species. changelings? is that the official name?

i don’t think he would taste very good

how does a scanner just fucking. DISSOLVE INTO NOTHINGNESS

TAYA NO

oh thank fuck the vanishing isn’t permanent

but if that barrier is what does it, why is there just a sudden epidemic of people going past it?

“that was my favorite cloak! ☹️”

wait hang on are the people here not even real???

if everyone’s a hologram then who set it up?

if I’M a hologram and YOU’RE a hologram then who’s running the simulation

OH SO THAT’S WHY THEY JUST INSTINCTIVELY KNOW NOT TO PASS THAT BARRIER

kira has (or had) brothers! did we know that?

loving her jock look

do not kiss

DO NOT KISS

they kissed…

they’re still kissing

how long do i have to watch them kiss

oh thank fuck her hatred of quark ended the kissing

taya is making my heart melt

i was wondering if maybe colyus was real and thought everyone else was real, but it looks like he knew they weren’t!

time to find out what’s really happening here

and once again, the dominion is mentioned! until proven otherwise, i WILL be assuming that this is the aldmeri dominion of elder scrolls fame. nirn hit the space age

holograms are people too apparently!

you’re real to me odo ❤️

i want sisko to be my dad

wonder what career path jake’ll wind up going down

quark wanted bareil on the station to distract kira with sexy times. it should not have worked. the fact that it almost worked is a testament to heteronormativity

you’re still a lesbian to me kira

and all is well in the village once more!

i think odo should shapeshift for taya. just once. as a treat

he did!!! king shit

[quasi-normalcy]

Apparently, the writers of Deep Space Nine wanted Miles and Julian's springball games to be a regular thing, but the court set was so annoying to put up that they finally decided to give them a dart board instead.

[whathappenstotheheart]

Hello what about for the headcannon Meme.

Kira Nerys

☾ - sleep headcanon

♦ - quirks/hobbies headcanon

▼ - childhood headcanon

Hah, I only saw the sleep part at first and thought this would be easy…

Let’s see!

Sleep - Nerys can sleep anywhere, at the drop of a hat, and in almost any type of noise. A habit from her resistance days. Relatedly she also wakes up at the slightest change in the soundscape. Her sleep graph is basically a yo-yo. She also basically never sleeps naked, just in case of an unexpected wake-up. At least not until she’s incredibly comfortable someplace.

Quirks/hobbies - This one is so hard! Nerys (at least at the time of the show) seems so married to her job and her duty (and her religious commitment) that she doesn’t seem to have any hobbies. Well, Memory Alpha says she plays springball… And honestly I think at the time of the show that probably is about it? Now I kinda want to work Nerys discovering a hobby into my Nerys/Keiko/Miles fic. I love exploring what chars do in their free time for these shows that are quite professionally focused. I know canonically she is “bad at art” but I feel like maybe she could find a more crafts-adjacent art form that she might really take to. Or honestly, maybe even writing? I know she doesn’t like the holodeck which I’ve always read as not enjoying “making believe” but I think writing could actually be super cathartic for her? And maybe the sort of thing that would surprise people, but sometimes those are the most fulfilling hobbies. I also think she could take to something more practical like gardening, especially with a focus toward edible or otherwise useful plants. Which would also work really well as bonding for her and Keiko… oh now I’m plotting, hehe.

Childhood - This is also so hard because Nerys’ childhood was so traumatic and tragic. I think she really liked hearing war stories, but grew out of it quickly once she saw active combat after joining the resistance. I think she was also incredibly protective of her siblings. I wonder if they are still alive… Memory Alpha doesn’t say and the fact that we never meet them makes me kinda headcanon they are not because I feel like she would try to keep them close. Have to ponder that…

Thanks for the ask/tag/chance to play!

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What if instead of His Way and Vic, Odo had been guided by a butch Springball coach? What if he had confessed to Kira at one of her matches, but he did it like in the end of But I'm a cheerleader?

With a Bajoran twist on the cheerleading obvs

[lostyesterday]

Star Trek Femslash Rarepair Ideas Day 2: Kira Nerys/Tasha Yar

(These are Tasha Lives AUs obviously)

Tasha is one of the Starfleet officers accompanying Sisko to DS9 right after the end of the occupation. Kira and Tasha have a tense first meeting where they argue about some practical issue that turns into a conflict over Starfleet’s presence on the station and Federation ideals in general. But while they continue to come into conflict over nearly every issue they jointly deal with, they grow to admire each other’s strength of conviction. All this culminates in a situation where they’re stuck together and have to use their combat skills and ingenuity to get out. The stress of the situation causes them to admit they actually like each other and have a lot in common, and they connect over the parallel experiences of their violent childhoods. Tasha admits that she’s so defensive of the Federation’s ideals partially because she still has trouble relating to the Federation, the trauma of her childhood making her feel like an outsider to its utopian ideals. Kira says that her perspective on the Federation has begun to change, and Tasha is a large part of the reason why. At this point they obviously start kissing, sweaty and exhausted and covered in bruises.

For a lighter idea (and one that would probably make sense told as an outsider POV story from Odo’s perspective), Tasha is the Starfleet security officer they send instead of Eddington. Season 3 Kira gets along much better with Tasha on their first meeting, and they quickly grow to be friendly acquaintances. Tasha’s primary conflict is with Odo who isn’t happy about the Starfleet competition, and is immediately distrustful of her. While Odo tries to find evidence that Tasha’s up to no good, Kira and Tasha start playing Springball together and develop a competitive friendly rivalry. Odo’s sleuthing eventually uncovers that Tasha’s secret is that she and Kira are using their Springball games as cover for a secret relationship.

[walkingstackofbooks]

DS9 4x12 Crossfire (I’m re-watching, so beware spoilers for future episodes!) [3 July ‘23]

Kira's smile when she comes to see Odo! Oh, I love her smile!

Idk, arranging the placement of Quark's quarters so you can torment him isn't great, Odo.

Bashir telling O'Brien "Maybe he just wanted to see you in your dress uniform. It does show off your figure" sure is ... XD

Is "The True Way" the group mentioned in Our Man Bashir who sabotaged the runabout? (Answer: yes)

Odo and Worf's "My space is my space is my space" talk is all great I can't choose one bit. And the fact they're surprised they're both so similar! XD

Tbh I don't trust Shakaar's aide, that's the guy I suspect

The way to deal with guys like Shakaar is to tell them they're putting other people's lives at risk by just going off on their own.

Love that tidbit that Kira probably plays the Vedeks on the station at springball.

Hmm, Quark sure does have the same disappointed expression when Odo leaves, as Odo does when Kira leaves... #Quodo

"[The Federation] claim to be open and understanding, but somehow they're always convinced that they're right." That actually is uite on the nose, Odo.

"Has she ever said anything to you that might indicate that she thought of me as more than a friend?" "Ah. Well, let me think. No." XD Tbh I think that's fair enough

"Maybe I should just be patient." "That's what I would do." We knowww, Odo. We've been watching you be patient for THREE YEARS.

Quark's transparent lies are SO transparent. "I've been looking for that...I USE it to monitor Rom's sleep." hehe, no-one's buying it, Quark.

"You don't have to pretend with me." That's so tender though... #Quodo, again

Odo being distracted about security codes.. well that was obvious

I never thought about how strong shapeshifters could be.

I don't mind the Odo-likes-Kira plotline, and I don't mind that he's pretty awful about dealing with those emotions because they're not something he's ever had practice with... but I do hate how the way he deals with them affects other people.

"I'm happy for you." Odo really is a good guy, he does try, bless him.

I don't like that we're supposed to think "ouch" when she's tells Odo he's such a good friend in response :/ FREINDSHIP IS GREAT AND ODO APPRECIATES BEING FRIENDS.

Worf commending Odo for his well trained officers and not telling him off for being absent is 👍

Odo's got this stray bit of hair in front of his face, which must have been purposeful, right, since he's a changeling?

"The way I see it, you've either got to tell her how you feel, or forget about her and get on with your life. Concentrate on the essentials. Because you can't keep going like this. It's interfering with your job. And my profits."

"But I'm just looking out for my business." "Funny. For a minute there I thought you were talking to me as a friend." Oh, Quark, burying your feelings so deeply under your Ferengi pretenses.

Odo not having his belt would be a really nice detail if I had actually ever noticed the belt or lack of it XD

"Are you sure you haven't been listening in on your holosuites again?" "Even if I wanted to, I couldn't. I don't have the right equipment." Aww, that definitely felt like Quark was throwing him that so Odo had something to feel satisfied about

"I heard some noise, and when I went to complain, I found a work crew installing soundproofing in the floor. I have to say, Odo, I'm touched that you would do something like that for me." "I'm having the floor reinforced. The fact that they're soundproofing it as well is incidental. If you think I'd put up with three days of construction for your sake, think again." "I guess I should've known. Thanks, anyway." THESE TWO I SWEAR :3

[spocks-husband]

i fell in love with a war (no one told me it ended).

Words: 2,019

Genre/Tropes: Introspective, Angst

Summary: Kira doesn't know who she is now that the war is over.

Notes: Kira... My bbg... I needed her to suffer idk why

Kira Nerys was a bright child-- born a giggling infant with flaming red hair and eyes that wanted so desperately to soak up all the world around her. She was the first-- and, as later they would come to find, only-- daughter of Meru and Taban, and always their pride and joy.

They grieved silently for her, for the person she could've been. It was a silent agony, knowing that had the girl been born in another time, another place, she could've been something so much greater than a child soldier; knowing that she could've held in her hand a paintbrush or a book or perhaps even a Starfleet uniform instead of a phaser that her pudgy fingers were barely large enough to pull the trigger of; knowing that the chances that she would live were slim enough that most other adults the couple knew called them fools for having given her a name before her first birthday.

Or second.

Or third.

'You'll grow too attached,' they would tsk and judge. 'When she dies, you'll have a much harder time getting over it.'

When.

They always said when, never if.

Meru tried not to be angry at the others for such comments, she really did-- she knew the kind of things they'd witnessed, the kind of losses they've felt, because she'd felt them too-- but she couldn't imagine how anyone else could have a child like hers and look down at her-- her little smile, her big eyes, her tiny hands that grasped out for whatever they could reach-- and resign themself to the fact that she wouldn't see her first gratitude festival.

She just couldn't.

Meru and Taban clung to a hope they could barely name, a fragile thread that bound them to a future they dared not fully embrace. Meru used to joke with her husband that she'd prayed so much for Nerys in those first twenty-something months that she could never ask the prophets for anything ever again. She wanted so desperately to watch that little girl grow into a strong, healthy child, to watch her play springball with the other children and argue with whatever siblings she may someday have; to see her grow into an independent woman, to know her passions and her strengths and her weaknesses, to attend her wedding, to know everything it was possible to know about her... 

Meru knew well that it was dangerous to daydream. What was it that her father used to say? 'Hope is a tool that can only be used with your eyes open and vigilant'? Something like that. God, she wished he could've seen Nerys. She was so tiny, asleep on the floor of their home, resting between her parents safe and quiet and ignorant of the fact that just outside the door lay a war most claimed was destined to kill her.

So fragile, so tiny... 

Meru and Taban just hoped she wouldn't stay that way. They both yearned desperately for a day in which they could look at her and remember these early days with a fond nostalgia, wondering how she could've grown so much. Just as long as she didn't stay this small for longer than she was meant to.  

She deserved to grow up.

**

Every Bajoran child-- no matter what province, what family, what caste-- learns early that there are three things true in this world

First and foremost, like the air they breathe, a Bajoran child learns from parents and siblings and neighbors and friends that Cardassians steal and take and brutalize all that stands in front of them by nature. Never trust them-- no matter what they say to you. They will claim they have your best interests at heart, they will claim that they can help you, that they only want to advance your people into a new age of understanding and advancement, that they see you as their beloved wards, but they are lying. That is what they do. They will lie and exploit and cheat until there is no one left on Bajor to do so with, and when that day comes they will move onto the next planet and the next. 

Next, a Bajoran child learns from the nihilists and madmen that line the streets of their camps and villages, men who've seen too much, whose minds have broken into shattered glass with which they can only recall the way it sliced open their fingers and bled them dry that the Bajoran people cower and weep and pray to a collection of Gods that seemingly can't hear them. They are a doomed people, he says, looking the child dead in her eyes as she's rushed further along the path. They cannot be saved!!

Those first two statements are generalizations, perhaps, but the third lesson a Bajoran child is taught-- alongside their earliest words and their alphabet and their morning prayers-- is one that she teaches herself. She teaches herself that there is no time to stop and make moral quandaries about the ethics of generalization when your people face extinction. When the dust has settled and the blood has dried, perhaps she will have time to mourn and agonize over that which she has lived with as a philosophy for all these years, about its questions and -- but now is not that time. 

She's not certain that when (if?) that time comes she'll take advantage of it or not. 

She's not certain she'll be able to. 

She's not certain she'll want to.

**

Nerys' father always told her that her first word was lernal. 

Survive.

Nerys wasn't sure she believed him all that much, but she never questioned it out loud. If her father was lying, it was for both of their sakes. Her father was a figure of stoic strength in the tapestry of her childhood, and he would spend hours reminiscing about a time long before her memories took root. A time when Meru was still with them, when they were something close enough to a family. 'Lernal,' he would repeat it with a quiet gravity, his eyes gazing into a distant past that Nerys herself couldn't recall, a time she could only identify with one simple mantra...

'Survive.'

That single word, spoken with a delicate mixture of pride and solemnity, was etched into the very foundation of Nerys's identity from her earliest memories. Her father insisted that this utterance had been her first, the inaugural testament of a life shaped by the crucible of Cardassian occupation. Yet, as she grew older, Nerys found herself harboring a seed of doubt. She questioned it, silently, but never voiced her skepticism. She couldn't. To question her father's words felt like an act of sacrilege against the sacred narrative of survival that bound their family and, by extension, their entire people. Perhaps, she mused, it was a testament to her father's protective instinct, a shield fashioned from a fibrous thread of hope that he wove into the very framework of their existence. If he lied, it was a benevolent deception, a shared illusion that fortified their resilience against the oppression they lived with.

And besides, if it wasn't true, it was better than her brother's first word. 

Teyma. 

Suffer. 

She heard him say it herself, but when Reon asked if it was true, she didn't answer. She wasn't sure why, but... she couldn't. Nerys was a witness to her brother's proclamation that day, and she couldn't help that she felt a heavy weight settle upon her heart at the thought of it. She had heard her father speak those words to Reon as he explained the story; she had seen the defiant spark in her brother's eyes as he was told-- he found it hilarious. Reon found everything hilarious, actually-- Nerys had always quietly envied his ability to find joy in any circumstance. Yet, when Reon turned to her, a playful gleam in his eyes seeking confirmation, Nerys found herself ensnared in an inexplicable silence. 

The unspoken truth hung between them, a delicate web woven with threads of hesitation and unvoiced fears... Why couldn't she confirm what her father had said? She knew it was true, she'd heard it herself, but she couldn't even bring herself to nod in response. Was it a reluctance to bear witness to the brutality of their shared experience, the childhoods that were stolen from them both, or did it stem from an unspoken acknowledgment that, in a world marred by suffering, some truths were best left obscured? Hidden behind the protective hands of an elder sister, hopeful to keep Reon away from...

From what?

From himself? 

From the truth?

She tried to think about it. She didn't have the answers anyway.

**

When Nerys cut her hair short for the first time, she was thirteen. Or, maybe twelve actually... eleven? Fourteen? Prophets, she didn't know. Time, in those tumultuous days, seemed an elusive phantom, slipping through her grasp like sand between eager fingers. Everything was always so blurry and distant from that time in her life, like watching someone else go about their life through a wall of smoke. Quietly, she wondered what was burning. 

The memories of that day came in flashes and images-- sensations, on the bad days. 

The way that Cardassian guard had grabbed her by the wrist, his grip a malicious vice that left an indelible mark on both her flesh and her psyche. His claws had dug into her skin like knives, puncturing through her pale flesh. At that moment, her eyes wide and her hands shaking, Nerys had accepted that she would make a good martyr. 

The burning smell of the alleyway he'd tucked her into, the acrid scent of some unknown rot permitting her nose and stinging her brain like a cold wind. 

The way he pulled at her hair until she was certain he would pull it out of her scalp. She tried not to think about that agony, that pain, the way her eyes had brimmed with tears-- but she fought to keep the man from seeing her cry. 

The way she'd cried all the way home. That journey, a solitary pilgrimage through the aftermath of something she couldn't identify or name or understand, was marked by the rhythmic cadence of her hiccuping sobs—an inconsolable symphony that resonated with the weight of unspoken torment. 

The way she'd only smiled and shook her head when her father asked if something was wrong because she knew if she spoke she would weep so hard it would kill her. 

'Nerys? Why did you cut your hair?' They would ask. 

She would smile. 

'Just trying something new, that's all.'

**

The nightmares have gotten better. 

The flashbacks were less frequent, less overwhelming. 

That's what Nerys would say to Julian when he asked, anyway. She'd been on the station for more of her adult life than she really felt like thinking about. She knew it well, every passage, every room--  she could've navigated the place with her eyes closed, and she could navigate its people even easier. Julian was her friend. Her doctor, sure, but her friend first. Not worrying him was a larger concern of hers than self-preservation. 

What was it that she used to tell herself? She would make a good martyr? 

Maybe that wasn't true anymore. 

Maybe Nerys had devolved into those same nihilistic madmen in the streets of the camps who taunted her childhood, scared of their own shadows. Maybe she'd grown too comfortable being hunted, too used to being the victim. Maybe it just felt safer to suffer. 

Oh. 

She chuckled softly. 

Temya. 

She still whispered her prayers like she was afraid to get caught practicing her faith.

She still felt her heart rate quicken seeing children play on the promenade-- afraid that they would be spotted by guards that weren't there and be accused of breaking laws that were no longer in place. 

Benjamin had once told her that he sometimes felt that he'd never left Wolf 359...

Had Nerys ever left the battlefield?

Had she moved on past the life she figured she was born for? 

Would she ever? 

Could she?