What I meant with the description I gave was to offer the concept to the PPC in hopes of adoption. The Bridge would function somewhat like the Theatre on MST3K, with the captain under the command of an admiral-like Author, who would give or hold back on commands depending on how they wanted the story to go. Recon teams to provide convenient maps and to clear the way of guard for the heroes, orbital bombardment to simulate the wrath of gods, and Intelligence personnel to stir up the correct disturbances the ISD Plot Device is the right hand of the Author within the Canon universe.
That is not to say that everything always goes well. On a ship crewed almost exclusively by fans, how can it? The Whedon riots, after the Willow/Tara thing and Buffy's various boyfriends, their mothers death and the rest, consisted mostly of mess-hall disturbances and mild grafitti. The event that will forever be known as "The Rowling Incident", on the other hand, was so shocking as to be almost perverse. One of our Bridge Comm officers, an Ensign Soyoto, in the presence of the aforementioned author, abandoned her station, sprang out of the crew pit, drew a weapon (in this case, a Kwaiken tanto carried out of reverence for her ancestral clan, the Harmoni) and, screaming what was apparently a battle cry from her native fandom, charged the author with intent to maim or worse. The ensign was almost immediately cut down by blaster fire... but it was disturbing nonetheless.
Further investigation uncovered that the Ensign had just received word that her father and brothers, along with the majority of her clan's fighting men, had been killed in the final battle of the HP-verse Shipping war, mowed down by bolt-action rifles and gatling guns of the newly reformed and modernized Authorial Army. To avoid a security nightmare of possible mutiny, crackdown, rinse, repeat and spincycle, we had to get out of that continuity very fast.
In the four years since, we've hired ourselves out a lot. We did a few good missions with Sir Pterry, a few movies both good and bad and an awful lot of fanfics of varying quality. But now, we hunger to return to good duty in pursuit of good ideals. We come to your service, Protectors of the Plot Continuum, with shrinkage technology down to the width of a human hair (for a 1.6 km long ship), instant teleportation to the effected canon and more than a little of what is called "real food".
I just hope you can find billets for 49000 people when we pull in to get the interior of the ship hosed out: 6 year runs can generate quite the funk.
Best wishes and all alegience, Capt. Malrun Krolek (not my real name)