Merry christmas to my favourite helmsman!

       Hikaru cautiously picks up the sword, letting the blade balance delicately between his fingers as he looks over every inch of the weapon. 

     It’s nothing like the Starfleet issued collapsible one nor his own practice one. He hasn’t seen details similar to the ones carved against the hilt of it since he last got to toy around with his grandfather’s.

   A brightened smile manages to reach the corner of the pilot’s eyes.

                      “It’s beautiful, sir. Thank you."