Pierre the Porg & Little Spock’s Away Mission
Pierre the Porg and Little Spock's French Voyage By Fleet Captain Jess Odell, MEmber Services
Photography: Fleet Captain Jess Odell
Story: Captain Matthew Doucet
Featuring:
- SFPet-Commodore Pierre, USS Caroline – R20 (FCAPT Jess Odell)
- SFPet-Vice Admiral Spock, USS Alba – R20 (RADM Eilidh Douglas Montgomery)
An Adventure Begins
On the command bridge of STARFLEET Petfleet, Fleet Captain Randy Mitson leaned over the holographic display, his eyes alight with curiosity. The year was 2384, and the galaxy was a vast expanse of star systems, anomalies, and uncharted realms. But today, it wasn’t undiscovered species, first contacts or subspace frequencies that intrigued the Fleet Captain. It was 21st-century French culture—the delicate dance of baguettes, berets, and boulangeries.
Mitson’s First Officer, Captain Matthew Doucet, accompanied Pierre the Porg, and Little Spock to the shuttle bay all while briefing the away team. “Collect data,” Captain Doucet instructed, “but also take a little shore leave. Relax, observe, and enjoy yourselves!” And so, with tricorders tucked into their miniature satchels, Pierre and Spock boarded their shuttle and embarked on their plush odyssey—a voyage that would forever alter their felted destinies.
Train Tickets and the Journey Ahead
At Charles De Gaulle airport, Pierre and Spock clutched their train tickets. The rhythmic chug of wheels on tracks promised new sights and sounds. As the train whisked them toward Gare du Nord, they pressed their plush noses against the window, watching the French countryside blur by. Adventure awaited, and they were ready.
Sacré-Coeur and the Authentic French Crêpes
High atop Montmartre, they stood before the grand Sacré-Cœur basilica. The white domes gleamed in the sunlight, and Paris sprawled below like a patchwork quilt. Pierre observed in awe, while Spock scanned for anomalies.
Later, seated at a charming crêperie, they devoured paper-thin crêpes. Their plush mouths completely full, they giggled like mischievous children. “We’re living the sweet life,” Pierre declared, and Spock raised an eyebrow, wondering if he should log this as a scientific observation.
La Place de la République and Midnight Magic at the Eiffel Tower
On the steps of La Place de la République, Pierre and Spock sat by the lion sculpture. The bustling square hummed with life, and they watched Parisians go about their day. Pierre wondered if the lion had ever chased pigeons, while Spock pondered the complexities of human democracy. Together, they found solace in the shared silence.
In the evening, under a moonlit sky, Pierre and Spock stood before the illuminated Eiffel Tower. Its iron lattice seemed to whisper secrets of love and history. Pierre leaned against Spock, and they gazed upward, feeling the weight of the universe. “We’re so small,” Pierre murmured, and Spock nodded, their plush hearts filled with amazement.
L’arc de Triomphe and La Bastille: A Stuffy Triumphant Revolution
Pierre and Spock stood before the Arc de Triomphe, their little plush hearts racing. The grand archway loomed like a celestial gateway, its stone carvings whispering tales of battles and victories. Pierre flapped his wings in excitement, while Spock admired the architectural genius of such a structure.
In the heart of Paris, Pierre and Spock also explored the remnants of the Bastille—a fortress turned symbol of freedom. Pierre imagined stuffie barricades and revolutionary chants, while Spock analyzed the structural integrity of the stone walls. “Vive la révolution!” The Porg exclaimed, and Spock raised an eyebrow, pondering the possibilities of a plush uprising.
Spring Picnic Extravaganza: A Plush Feast
On a sunny day, Pierre and Spock spread their checkered blanket in a sun-dappled park. Miniature baguettes, charcuteries, cheese, and wine adorned the picnic basket. They nibbled, laughed, and watched the clouds morph into starships. “Our mission: to boldly snack where no stuffie has snacked before,” Spock declared, and Pierre agreed, flapping its wings with excitement.
Airport Farewell: A Plush Odyssey’s End
At Charles de Gaulle airport, Pierre and Spock sat by the departure gate. Their miniature suitcases bulged with memories—croissants, tricorders, and a newfound love for French pastries. As they boarded the Petfleet shuttle, Pierre waved at the Eiffel Tower in the distance. They took their seats at the piloting console.
“Au revoir, Paris,” Spock said.
Pierre replied, “Fleet Captain Mitson is expecting us, and our full report, Mr. Spock. Engage!”
The shuttle launched, left the atmosphere and headed back to the SFPet Starbase at maximum Warp.
Their plush adventure had been truly stellar.
