The Hoshi Sato Story

Part Three, written August 11, 2002

Another time, another life.

A normal day for Ensign (Admiral) Hoshi Sato begins at 5 a.m. - an early start to allow for maximum possible time-conservation. By 7:30, she has gone through an exercise routine anyone else on the ship would classify as torture, showered and eaten breakfast, as well as contacted her superiors for updates and alerts.

Duty shift begins at 8 a.m., for which Hoshi is frequently early, and never late. You might think Hoshi has an easy time of it, being the communications officer, but doing double-duty keeps her on the go all day. When she isn’t unravelling some long-forgotten species’ language, she’s listening for any type of communication in space. And then of course, there is her secret mission, which she performs both during and outside of her regular duty shift.

Hoshi must be constantly alert for even the slightest tampering of the timeline. The Suliban (Cabal), along with their overlords from the future, must be constantly observed, ensuring they do not make attempts to alter anything in the multiverse through time-tampering.

If it weren’t for the Suliban (Cabal), Hoshi may never have become a temporal investigator for Starfleet’s top-secret agency. Of course, her parents had already decided she would be a secret agent of some kind, what with the training she underwent as a child, and the implantation of the cortical stimulator . At school, Hoshi just tried to blend in with her classmates - trouble was, she did it so well that it only furthered her parents insistence she be trained as an operative. Now, her days were spent not only doing a double duty for two different versions of Starfleet, but also trying to reconcile the Hoshi that was, with the Hoshi she wished she could be.

If she was honest with herself, Hoshi would admit she wouldn’t mind staying in the 22nd century. Though a technological dark age compared with the 31st, this century has something her own does not - freedom. Freedom to be whomever you choose, rather than what your parents engineer for you, before you are even conceived. Not only is this century a far freer one, but it is also a time of great discovery for the human race, and an exciting time at that. Never before has Hoshi felt so needed as she does in this time, on this ship. The Enterprise has become her home, and it’s crew her family. She belongs here, no matter what her parents and the 31st century Starfleet tell her.

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