ZABE ROGUE: Hello, my fellow Fan Fiction writers! These are one-shots relating somewhat to my Star Trek series, Nova Journey.
CYRUS VALE: But what about us?
ZABE ROGUE: What about you? You're all are in these one-shots.
MOLLY O'BRIEN: What about Nova Journey?
ZABE ROGUE: Don't worry, I haven't abandoned the project just yet. I'm working on the epilogue and the 2nd installment: Intergalactic. I just had some...discouragement from a certain fanfiction writer.
ARIELLE TASHA SOONG: What's his name.
ZABE ROGUE: I'm not going to reveal that.
CELESTIAL(to ARIELLE): Her name is WebMistressGina. And she's a Class-A BEYOTCH!
ZABE(looks at CELESTIAL, shocked): CELESTIAL? What are you doing here?
CELESTIAL: Just hanging out. You know, Z, you shouldn't let negitative reviews stop you from writing.
ARIELLE: Yeah, if WebMistressGina doesn't like your story, then she has a problem.
ZABE: You're probably right. Now, who's going to say the disclaimer?
DEADPOOL: Zabe Rogue DOES NOT OWN Star Trek: The Next Generation, X-Men, Justice League, or Me for that matter!
ZABE: DEADPOOL, WHAT THE FREAK? How did you...never mind I don't even want to know. (to readers) Everyone, enjoy these one shots.
DEADPOOL: Ya know, Zabe. I could...take care of that pesky fanfiction writer for you.
ZABE: YOU'RE NOT GOING TO WHACK WEBMISTRESSGINA, DEADPOOL!
DEADPOOL: DAMN IT!
Lover's Quarrel pt. 1
"Why are you angry with me when it was Admiral Chekov's orders in the first place?"
"There were innocent children on that colony. Children that are exposed to deadly radiation!"
"Andalus III is not a Federation planet. If we interfere, we will be violating the Prime Directive…."
"Damn the Prime Directive!"
"I HAVE MY ORDERS, DR. BASHIR!"
"AND I HAVE A DUTY TO THESE PEOPLE!"
"THEN I RELIVE YOU OF YOUR DUTY!"
She started to say something but he cut her off.
"Do you have anything else to say, Doctor?"
"No."
"You are confined to your quarters for the remainder of this mission. Dismissed."
Sunny Bashir left Captain Data's ready room in silence. But in reality, she wanted to tear his positronic brain out and smash it to little pieces. Every time they get into an argument, it's like World War III of words. Of course, that was an understatement.