Drunk In An Elevator
Counsellor
Lothar was asleep. He had been working hard. Well, that wasn't totally true; he had been drinking hard. Granted, he had built that very cool bomb; but mostly, he hadn't slept in a couple of days and was enjoying some downtime. Except that he was passed out from drinking a case of Romulan ale and was currently sprawled out in the middle of the main deck on Surak's Razor. Nothing that was happening on the ship itself was of much concern to Lothar.
Some time earlier, the ship's computer had intercepted several encrypted transmissions, which it decoded using specialized equipment
Evil Storvik had used to upgrade the communications array. According to the high-priority, highly-classified transmissions, an entire planet was missing. And it was missing in the same general location that the bomb had homed in on.
[There could have been a substantial amount of damage to a ship, but there is no way that the warp core bomb could have destroyed a planet.]
The ship then heard Lothar stir a bit in his sleep. "No, Loren, the sheep do not get stacked like that, stack them nose to butt, then we can go home… and I want to go home."
It was obvious to the ship that Lothar was dreaming; however, parts of the ship's computer still considered itself an elevator; and as such, was required to take its occupants to the stated destination if the location was within its operating range. The ship knew that Lothar considered the
USS Murgatroid to be "home", and set a course for that ship.
[We should be at the USS Murgatroid within a few moments. Please gather all of your belongings and move to the center of the car.]
Surak's Razor then plunged so far into subspace that the asteroid that surrounded her was suddenly colored yellow.