Delta Quadrant Diplomacy Disaster Dialogues
1 - His Just Desserts -
"Computer, halt turbo lift! This'd better be good!"
"I don't know what to say except I'm sorry, Captain."
"You're going to have to do better than that this time, Commander!"
"Look, he had it coming. Surely no amount of supplies was worth you putting up wi..."
"It was my call! My decision! Not yours!"
"Yes Captain, of course, it was just..."
"Oh, just can it, Commander."
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"Just tell me one thing, what were you thinking? Behaving like some kind of testosterone-fuelled Neanderthal."
"About keeping you ... your ... assets ... out of his hands... I thought I was doing the right thing."
"Right hook more like. My assets? Really Commander!"
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He studied his boots and flexed his hand. She sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose. It would've been more satisfying to pace, but the turbo lift was too small.
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"I will admit he was rather objectionable, wasn't he?"
"I think offensively disrespectful, lecherous and lewd would be a more accurate description, Captain."
"Regardless of that, it's up to you now to arrange to send the Doctor down to treat his injuries. After he's seen to that hand, that is."
"They have their own medics..."
"That isn't the point! Their technology, like their gender politics, is clearly light-years behind ours. The least we can do is have the Doctor regenerate his broken nose. I may not have the benefit of the experience of the Maquis Mauler, but I think I know a broken nose when I see one. Or rather hear one – Ugh! That noise!"
"Yes, Captain. Of course. I'll see to it."
"Damn right you will. I'll be in my quarters."
"Yes, ma'am."
"Computer, resume!"
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"And don't be long. Or you'll miss dessert."
(The End)