"I'll Make A Man Out Of You" (Mulan)
The Starfleet Remedial Training Unit collapses in the mess hall after running yet another weighted lap around the ship.
"I'm never gonna catch my breath," gasps Chell, making his chair creak as he drops into it with his full weight.
"Say goodbye to those who knew me," says Dalby sardonically, stretching out his long legs. "Boy, was I a fool in school for cutting gym."
"This guy's got me scared to death." Gerron's small voice is for Dalby's ears only. The older man pats him on the back, glaring at anyone who would dare to comment.
Lieutenant Tuvok comes loping into the room without even breaking a sweat, his shorts and T-shirt showing off his lean, muscular form.
"Insufficient," he says. "On this journey, physical fitness may make the difference between life and death. The Kazon will not suit their pace to your convenience."
Mariah Henley watches him from the corner of her eye. Damn, but he's sexy when he disapproves of them. She knows better than to make a move, of course, but there's no harm in using her imagination.
Hope he doesn't see right through me …
A cool glance from under his winged eyebrows makes her look away.