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[lieutenantkim]

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

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[ensigntanner]

do you have an opening for a tactical officer? I think I'm gonna be looking for a new position very soon. I even come with my very own engineer (who may also be looking for a new job)...

besides, we seem to be collected your crew...a tradeoff seems only fair

[lieutenantkim]

I think we'd rather just have them back, if you don't mind.

Not that there's any reason you can't come back with them.

And save us from Neelix.

Timeline is hopelessly screwed by now, anyhow.

[ensigntanner]

Timeline is not just screwed...its collapsed on the sheets panting and looking for its cigarettes.

Besides, you guys have replicators, shields, and there is this thing I believe you have called 'holodecks' that sound interesting...

I'll keep your offer in mind, Liuetenant.