Star Wreck: Day 1
A Q-uestion
Disclaimer: Yes! I really do own Star Trek! Mr. Roddenberry copied from ME! Bwa-hahahaa! -snicker-
Narrator: That said, we rejoin the Enterprise.
LaForge: Amazing how well those "double A"s are holding up.
O'Brien: Yup. Life support is operating, we've got lights running, and even the artificial gravity is still working. You'd never know that we're missing at least half the ship.
LaForge: (Reading "Star Trek: The Next Generation Technical Manual") Hey! It says here that the artificial gravity system operates on standard EPS power! I don't think that those batteries are giving any electro-plasma output. That means that there must be a backup reactor online somewhere!
O'Brien: (grabs Technical Manual) Let's see here. Reactors. Plasma. Dilithium. Hydrogen. I don't see it anywhere.
LaForge: Gimme. (grabs Technical Manual back) Right here! Impulse power systems, emergency operations!
Narrator: Data walks by, muttering.
Data: mutter mutter mumble mumble
O'Brien: Would you repeat that, Data?
Data: mutter mutter mumble mumble
O'Brien: (sarcastically) Thank you so very much for telling me that.
Data: Quite welcome. With 11 days, 17 hours, 51 minutes, and 7 seconds to go, I can afford to be polite. Have a nice day.
Narrator: Data walks off down the hallway, muttering
Data: mutter mutter mumble mumble
Narrator: LaForge's communicator beeps.
LaForge: Geordi here.
Communicator: We need you in the Gym. The aft wall is deforming.
LaForge: Deforming?
Communicator: Yes. Deforming.
LaForge: (sighs) Coming.
In the gym:
Narrator: the wall is bulging.
LaForge: I noticed.
Worf: By the shape, I would guess that a person was being rammed through the wall.
Data: Impossible. To do such a thing would require a molecular integrity equal to that of Duranium. Which means that that deform.
Deformation: riiiiippp!!!!
LaForge: Hey! there's a person in there!
Worf: I knew it.
Data: There's only one cast member in this universe with the molecular integrity to do that.
All except the person _, who has now been forced all the way through the wall and is lying on the floor: -draw in breath to say something-
_: Who am I? Where am I? And why is everyone giving me that strange look?
A Q-uestion
Disclaimer: Yes! I really do own Star Trek! Mr. Roddenberry copied from ME! Bwa-hahahaa! -snicker-
Narrator: That said, we rejoin the Enterprise.
LaForge: Amazing how well those "double A"s are holding up.
O'Brien: Yup. Life support is operating, we've got lights running, and even the artificial gravity is still working. You'd never know that we're missing at least half the ship.
LaForge: (Reading "Star Trek: The Next Generation Technical Manual") Hey! It says here that the artificial gravity system operates on standard EPS power! I don't think that those batteries are giving any electro-plasma output. That means that there must be a backup reactor online somewhere!
O'Brien: (grabs Technical Manual) Let's see here. Reactors. Plasma. Dilithium. Hydrogen. I don't see it anywhere.
LaForge: Gimme. (grabs Technical Manual back) Right here! Impulse power systems, emergency operations!
Narrator: Data walks by, muttering.
Data: mutter mutter mumble mumble
O'Brien: Would you repeat that, Data?
Data: mutter mutter mumble mumble
O'Brien: (sarcastically) Thank you so very much for telling me that.
Data: Quite welcome. With 11 days, 17 hours, 51 minutes, and 7 seconds to go, I can afford to be polite. Have a nice day.
Narrator: Data walks off down the hallway, muttering
Data: mutter mutter mumble mumble
Narrator: LaForge's communicator beeps.
LaForge: Geordi here.
Communicator: We need you in the Gym. The aft wall is deforming.
LaForge: Deforming?
Communicator: Yes. Deforming.
LaForge: (sighs) Coming.
In the gym:
Narrator: the wall is bulging.
LaForge: I noticed.
Worf: By the shape, I would guess that a person was being rammed through the wall.
Data: Impossible. To do such a thing would require a molecular integrity equal to that of Duranium. Which means that that deform.
Deformation: riiiiippp!!!!
LaForge: Hey! there's a person in there!
Worf: I knew it.
Data: There's only one cast member in this universe with the molecular integrity to do that.
All except the person _, who has now been forced all the way through the wall and is lying on the floor: -draw in breath to say something-
_: Who am I? Where am I? And why is everyone giving me that strange look?