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That talk...
::drops final platter on table, wondering just how close the NX's chef is to being fed up by in quarters dinner requests::
::moves eyes to three plates set out, one of which will definitely stay empty::
::sighs, checking chronometer one more time::
I don't know why I volunteer myself for her crazy schemes...this can't possibly go well.::bends, ( Read more... ) -
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::pulled a late shift in the Delta Flyer, helping annikahansen tie together a few last minute ends on her transponder project::
::isn't willing to face ramifications of the next stage...testing...yet::
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If that kid calls me 'Hairy' (yes, I can hear the difference!) one more time I'll arrange for her to have a real personal barbering session with Doc when we get back to Voyager. Which, with any luck, will be very soon. Not that anyone else is generous enough to even pretend they're happy about it ( Read more... ) -
NX-Enterprise
::smoothes down festive shirt, yanking discarded lei from pile nearby and pulling it on::
Chakotay'll kill me. ::impatiently taps a few commands into nearby console, stepping back onto transporter platform ( Read more... ) -
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I have no wife.
And thanks to work you can have the exec chair back any day now, Tom and that special species of humanoid being known as son, I have no life. Ship-wise, Chakotay has thumbed away a slip-stream drive plan before I could even begin the grit work, and thus we appear to be stuck in this god-forsaken quadrant for the forseeable ( Read more... ) -
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Linnis and Tom have been missing for almost two months now. Note that I've never allowed myself to say gone, and it appears to have worked. We've recently recaptured those strange comm signals and also been able to tap back into the very...odd but amusing ...cross universal and cross temporal journal system.
Which brings me to thisWTF ( Read more... )