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I completely re-touched this piece from scratch. Don't get me wrong, I still like the original, but I wanted an updated, simplified version.

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Option 1: This piece is a "what could have been" - an alternate story-line of "Star Trek 4: The Voyage Home", where rather than risk returning to Earth and facing court-martial for stealing the Enterprise and rescuing Spock, Kirk and crew decide to head out on their own into the galaxy on their own terms with their Vulcan-updated Klingon Bird of Prey. Here, they've landed on an alien beach on an uninhabited planet beyond the Federation frontier. The Pleiades rise above the horizon, particularly bright in the night sky as the planet's two moons descend below the horizon. In the cool night air, still and quiet, Kirk, McCoy, and Spock stand around the campfire after the crew has gone to bed, swapping stories over cups of McCoy's whiskey and singing "Life is But a Dream" beneath the strange arching auroras of this world. They are together on their own terms and the galaxy is theirs to explore. What could be better?

Option 2: Originally this piece was made for my story about Nick Locarno (the Cadet who was expelled from Starfleet after he led Wesley Crusher's team in a dangerous maneuver that killed a student) - I wanted to give him an epic future. So, here it is:
“Life is strange,” Nick Locarno muttered with a wry smile playing across his lips. Never in his dreams would he have imagined he would wind up on a sand dune at night on an ocean planet with no name beyond the boundary of the furthest Federation station. Nor that he'd be standing beneath a battle-weathered Bird of Prey, landed like a watchful and protective Dragon behind him.
He let out a contented sigh as he stood close to the Pyre log he’d lit for warmth. The Pleiades shone across the ocean, so much closer than they ever had appeared to him on Earth as a child – massive jewels suspended, hanging in the sky close enough to touch. Even nearer, two uninhabited moons were rising above the shimmering of the light on the ocean into the brilliance of the cold blue stars. The strange arching auroras of this planet flickered overhead. Nick shivered, partly from the thrill of standing in the presence of such vast, untouchable beauty and partly because there was a wonderful chill in the air from the water.
“Hey, Maxi,” he called through his communicator, “You bringing that Skagaran Whiskey or not?” He instinctively looked above him to the head of the ship nesting above him protectively. As he waited for a reply, he watched how the light bathed the ship – washing over it like firelight, which was apt, given that he had christened it the Phoenix.
“Maxi, you there?” he repeated.
“Sure thing, Captain,” came her reply, “Won’t be a minute!” It wouldn’t be long before the other six members of the motley crew would be down to join him, and Nick took the solitary moments to consider the strange roads that life had led him down to the moment where he stood, sharing the wonder of the infinite cosmos with his closest friends – his family. They were finally free. Free to be their own. It hadn’t always been like that.
His trajectory to the stars had been cut short by an accident in 2368 at Starfleet Academy when he led his command of Nova Squadron in the dangerous and prohibited Koolvard Starburst maneuver and a collision claimed the life of fellow Cadet Joshua Albert.

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Check out this piece of art that continues Nick's story as well: www.deviantart.com/blabberdock…
AUTHOR/ARTIST NOTE: For over a year, I've had this vision of a Bird of Prey landed on a tropical beach with a smuggler or 24th century pirate sitting leisurely under its shadow.
I finally brought that vision to life, but I decided I wanted it at night instead. I then applied myself to come up with a story that would explain why a human was the proud owner of a Bird of Prey out on the edge of the Federation frontier. I cast myself to think of Starfleet dropouts or officers drummed out of the service who would make a good candidate for a libertarian, redemption story.
I immediately thought of the charismatic and tragic case of Nick Locarno (the inspiration for Tom Paris, played by the same actor). I realized the timeline was perfectly poised to take Nick through the Dominion War and I thought that would be perfect the forge to cast him a jaded misanthrope who wanted nothing to do with anyone but his closest friends and it would serve to drive him out onto the Federation's "wild west" to get away from "the man." The story wrote itself, and I found it had faint echoes of Captain Reynold's story from Firefly, which I thought was interesting and also kinda awesome.
It fit in other ways as I'd always envied the shots of Serenity landed on a planet with the engineer sitting in its shadow in a lawn chair, and I thought a Klingon Bird of Prey (from Star Trek 4: The Voyage Home) was the perfect Star Trek analogy, being about the same internal volume and capabilities (i.e. landing on planets) - although much more powerful and capable with Star Trek grade shields, weaponry, and cloaking device.
And so, this art and tale was born. I hope you enjoy it.

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Support my art by buying a hi-def print or a mug from my gallery on ArtPal with this awesome art on it: www.artpal.com/nathandwarner?i…

Also, check me out on Pinterest: www.pinterest.com/nathandwarne…

I completely re-touched this piece from scratch. Don't get me wrong, I still like the original, but I wanted an updated, simplified version.

See the original here: www.deviantart.com/blabberdock…

Option 1: This piece is a "what could have been" - an alternate story-line of "Star Trek 4: The Voyage Home", where rather than risk returning to Earth and facing court-martial for stealing the Enterprise and rescuing Spock, Kirk and crew decide to head out on their own into the galaxy on their own terms with their Vulcan-updated Klingon Bird of Prey. Here, they've landed on an alien beach on an uninhabited planet beyond the Federation frontier. The Pleiades rise above the horizon, particularly bright in the night sky as the planet's two moons descend below the horizon. In the cool night air, still and quiet, Kirk, McCoy, and Spock stand around the campfire after the crew has gone to bed, swapping stories over cups of McCoy's whiskey and singing "Life is But a Dream" beneath the strange arching auroras of this world. They are together on their own terms and the galaxy is theirs to explore. What could be better?

Option 2: Originally this piece was made for my story about Nick Locarno (the Cadet who was expelled from Starfleet after he led Wesley Crusher's team in a dangerous maneuver that killed a student) - I wanted to give him an epic future. So, here it is:
“Life is strange,” Nick Locarno muttered with a wry smile playing across his lips. Never in his dreams would he have imagined he would wind up on a sand dune at night on an ocean planet with no name beyond the boundary of the furthest Federation station. Nor that he'd be standing beneath a battle-weathered Bird of Prey, landed like a watchful and protective Dragon behind him.
He let out a contented sigh as he stood close to the Pyre log he’d lit for warmth. The Pleiades shone across the ocean, so much closer than they ever had appeared to him on Earth as a child – massive jewels suspended, hanging in the sky close enough to touch. Even nearer, two uninhabited moons were rising above the shimmering of the light on the ocean into the brilliance of the cold blue stars. The strange arching auroras of this planet flickered overhead. Nick shivered, partly from the thrill of standing in the presence of such vast, untouchable beauty and partly because there was a wonderful chill in the air from the water.
“Hey, Maxi,” he called through his communicator, “You bringing that Skagaran Whiskey or not?” He instinctively looked above him to the head of the ship nesting above him protectively. As he waited for a reply, he watched how the light bathed the ship – washing over it like firelight, which was apt, given that he had christened it the Phoenix.
“Maxi, you there?” he repeated.
“Sure thing, Captain,” came her reply, “Won’t be a minute!” It wouldn’t be long before the other six members of the motley crew would be down to join him, and Nick took the solitary moments to consider the strange roads that life had led him down to the moment where he stood, sharing the wonder of the infinite cosmos with his closest friends – his family. They were finally free. Free to be their own. It hadn’t always been like that.
His trajectory to the stars had been cut short by an accident in 2368 at Starfleet Academy when he led his command of Nova Squadron in the dangerous and prohibited Koolvard Starburst maneuver and a collision claimed the life of fellow Cadet Joshua Albert.

Read the rest on my blog: nathandwarner.wixsite.com/blab…

Check out this piece of art that continues Nick's story as well: www.deviantart.com/blabberdock…
AUTHOR/ARTIST NOTE: For over a year, I've had this vision of a Bird of Prey landed on a tropical beach with a smuggler or 24th century pirate sitting leisurely under its shadow.
I finally brought that vision to life, but I decided I wanted it at night instead. I then applied myself to come up with a story that would explain why a human was the proud owner of a Bird of Prey out on the edge of the Federation frontier. I cast myself to think of Starfleet dropouts or officers drummed out of the service who would make a good candidate for a libertarian, redemption story.
I immediately thought of the charismatic and tragic case of Nick Locarno (the inspiration for Tom Paris, played by the same actor). I realized the timeline was perfectly poised to take Nick through the Dominion War and I thought that would be perfect the forge to cast him a jaded misanthrope who wanted nothing to do with anyone but his closest friends and it would serve to drive him out onto the Federation's "wild west" to get away from "the man." The story wrote itself, and I found it had faint echoes of Captain Reynold's story from Firefly, which I thought was interesting and also kinda awesome.
It fit in other ways as I'd always envied the shots of Serenity landed on a planet with the engineer sitting in its shadow in a lawn chair, and I thought a Klingon Bird of Prey (from Star Trek 4: The Voyage Home) was the perfect Star Trek analogy, being about the same internal volume and capabilities (i.e. landing on planets) - although much more powerful and capable with Star Trek grade shields, weaponry, and cloaking device.
And so, this art and tale was born. I hope you enjoy it.