It's not her impressive statistics or gleaming silver hull that call me. Tarsus and Starfleet taught me to put little value on idols.
It's what she represents, the life for me that she makes--made--possible.
She gave me my life in space--the excitement, adventure and honor of command. She gave me the ability to encounter and surpass my dreams. She was the ability to keep four hundred safe in the cold danger of the unknown.
Now I pilot a desk, and command paperwork.
Within her walls, Spock loved me.
Is it any wonder I want my ship back?