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This is amazing. After all the writing every Author has done on Star Trek [TOS], we still do not own Star Trek [TOS]. I say it's time for a rebellion, don't you?
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Chapter Six: Sulu's log [As listened to by McCoy]
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[A/N] Opposite of Footnote: Su is v. out of character here. Just a warning!
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"Okay. Working my way down the list. Lets see. Uhura and Sulu are equal ranks! Oh. Wait. It's the sixties, isn't it? Boys first. Sulu's, please."
"Doesn't it occur to you that you should get your sleep?"
"Okay, you're right. But, before I do, Computer, Start Log entry. . ."
"Alright, alright already! Spare me some consideration! Here we go, then. "
Physicist-turned-Helmsman's Log: StarDate: Today, possibly. It's midnight, so that would make it tomorrow, wouldn't it? Oh, whatever.
Am v. annoyed. Might not seem like it, because I'm not allowed to shout or scream or kill anyone with my foil (ever since that Psi 2000 virus, I've had to ask permission from Kirk to take it down from the shelf).
May not seem like big thing, but is big to me.
Y'know that Venus flytrap we brought onboard? Yeah? And I said "Don't you dare put it anywhere near my Cowslips!" (cos I'm v. proud of them). Yeah? Well, guess what? That stupid Ensign put it right next to them!
And having nothing better to do, it ate them!
Am now not speaking to Pavel.
Ever again.
Even though he keeps looking at me, trying to suss out what's wrong. Well, he'll have to work it out himself. Because I'm not going to tell him.
Because I'm not talking to him.
Ever again.
Anyway. That's not the only bad thing that's happened today, either. McCoy asked me to have my Physical next Tuesday, and I've run out of excuses.
Apparently he also thinks that Sushi is bad for you, it being uncooked fish and all, so he's deleted it from the Replictor Menu. How mean is that? What am I going to eat now?
Will go anorexic. That'll show him.
Will eat poisoned Fish. Will cut own throat with foil.
Will spill all Sick Bay's Acids.
Will feed Pavel to the Venus Fly Trap.
Will murder Pavel and frame McCoy. Hmm. . .That gets rid of both of them. Yesssss. Mwahahaa. . .
"The log ends there."
"Um. . .I figured. Hmm. Seems Sulu needs a mental as well as a Physical. I think I'd better go and find Chekov too. He's in serious danger."
"You should hear some of the rows they have. Heehee."
"Eh?"
"I'm the Computer. I monitor all decks at all times. Those two should not be friends."
"Hmm. I guess I could wait just a few secs before going to rescue our navigator. I mean, c'mon, Archer didn't have a navigator. He had the token black guy. Why would we need one anyway? I mean, really. . ."
[Computer mutters to self] I show him these logs to shut him up. Now I'm going to have to listen to him blab about stupid Jon Archer and his token black guy.
[A/N] Okay, way too much stupidness there. Maybe should re-write. . .
This is amazing. After all the writing every Author has done on Star Trek [TOS], we still do not own Star Trek [TOS]. I say it's time for a rebellion, don't you?
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Chapter Six: Sulu's log [As listened to by McCoy]
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[A/N] Opposite of Footnote: Su is v. out of character here. Just a warning!
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"Okay. Working my way down the list. Lets see. Uhura and Sulu are equal ranks! Oh. Wait. It's the sixties, isn't it? Boys first. Sulu's, please."
"Doesn't it occur to you that you should get your sleep?"
"Okay, you're right. But, before I do, Computer, Start Log entry. . ."
"Alright, alright already! Spare me some consideration! Here we go, then. "
Physicist-turned-Helmsman's Log: StarDate: Today, possibly. It's midnight, so that would make it tomorrow, wouldn't it? Oh, whatever.
Am v. annoyed. Might not seem like it, because I'm not allowed to shout or scream or kill anyone with my foil (ever since that Psi 2000 virus, I've had to ask permission from Kirk to take it down from the shelf).
May not seem like big thing, but is big to me.
Y'know that Venus flytrap we brought onboard? Yeah? And I said "Don't you dare put it anywhere near my Cowslips!" (cos I'm v. proud of them). Yeah? Well, guess what? That stupid Ensign put it right next to them!
And having nothing better to do, it ate them!
Am now not speaking to Pavel.
Ever again.
Even though he keeps looking at me, trying to suss out what's wrong. Well, he'll have to work it out himself. Because I'm not going to tell him.
Because I'm not talking to him.
Ever again.
Anyway. That's not the only bad thing that's happened today, either. McCoy asked me to have my Physical next Tuesday, and I've run out of excuses.
Apparently he also thinks that Sushi is bad for you, it being uncooked fish and all, so he's deleted it from the Replictor Menu. How mean is that? What am I going to eat now?
Will go anorexic. That'll show him.
Will eat poisoned Fish. Will cut own throat with foil.
Will spill all Sick Bay's Acids.
Will feed Pavel to the Venus Fly Trap.
Will murder Pavel and frame McCoy. Hmm. . .That gets rid of both of them. Yesssss. Mwahahaa. . .
"The log ends there."
"Um. . .I figured. Hmm. Seems Sulu needs a mental as well as a Physical. I think I'd better go and find Chekov too. He's in serious danger."
"You should hear some of the rows they have. Heehee."
"Eh?"
"I'm the Computer. I monitor all decks at all times. Those two should not be friends."
"Hmm. I guess I could wait just a few secs before going to rescue our navigator. I mean, c'mon, Archer didn't have a navigator. He had the token black guy. Why would we need one anyway? I mean, really. . ."
[Computer mutters to self] I show him these logs to shut him up. Now I'm going to have to listen to him blab about stupid Jon Archer and his token black guy.
[A/N] Okay, way too much stupidness there. Maybe should re-write. . .