Beindult egy hivatalos aláírásgyűjtési kampány, miszerint a készítők sürgősen vessék el azt az ötletet, hogy Janeway kapitány szerepeljen a Trek X.-ben. Mert jelenleg erről van szó.

Viszont találtam egy brutális kis sztorit, hogy miként említik majd meg Janeway-t a Trek X.-ben:

PICARD settles into a chair in his ready room and opens the Federation News Service feed on his comm terminal.

REPORTER: The life of former Starfleet captain Kathryn Janeway, who was recently convicted by the Federation Council of gross incompetence in her willful and unnecessary stranding of her ship and crew - and of the mass temporal murder of future citizens - came to a violent end today. Confirmed reports from the Gorozon penal asteriod, to which Janeway had been sentenced, are that she was raped for five hours by a gang of Targelian Fangbeasts, then impaled on a stalagmite in the dilithium mining cave where she was left to bleed to death. The Federation President, in a statement this evening, applauded the...

(The door opens.)

RIKER: Do you have a moment, sir?

PICARD: Hm? Oh... yes, Number One, please come in. (He mutes the news feed.)

RIKER: (regarding screen distastefully) I wish I could say I'm sorry to hear this.

PICARD: Indeed... the poor woman was clearly quite mad upon her return to the Alpha Quadrant, but that's no excuse for what she did. I daresay the galaxy will be a far safer place now that she's dead.

RIKER: I'd like to shake the paws of those Targelians. Never imagined they'd be so useful to society.

PICARD: (nodding) Agreed. I may have been involved in a rather vicious barrom brawl with several Fangbeasts back in my Academy days, resulting in the loss of my lungs, liver, kidneys, spleen, trachea, small intestine, uvula, and appendix, all of which had to be replaced with mechanical substitutes, but this brave accomplishment is enough to make me forget old grudges. Anyway, on to more important business. What is our status, Number One?

RIKER: We've arrived at the Planet of the Nubile Zarconian Water Nymphs, sir. Request permission to assemble an Away Team.

PICARD: (rising to his feet, adjusting uniform jacket) Denied. This is a... er, delicate diplomatic encounter. I'll beam down there to greet the populace. Alone.

RIKER: (frowning) Understood, sir.