A/N: Sorry for the long, very long wait. I blame it on a combination of writers-block and very little time. However, currently I have time on my hands once more, and I hope I can put some speed behind this story. R&R people.
Disclaimer: Still the same.
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...Chapter Six...
- USS Titan
'First Officer's Log, Stardate: 2357.11
We have followed the Blowdryer into warp, and are now in orbit of the planet Risa.
I wish someone would have told me we were going here, I would have brought my new Hawaii-shirt.
Meanwhile, the Captain and counsellor aren't back yet, and I'm not sure if I can control the crew much longer. Somehow, the rebellious idea of viewing reruns of Alf has spread across the ship.
I'll take Lieutenant Doe of Security, and investigate…'
'Ensign, you have the bridge. Lieutenant Doe, you're with me.'
'Thank you, sir! I wasn't expecting such faith in me already…' The Ensign exclaimed, immediately throwing himself towards the Captain's chair.
'Me neither, Ensign. But unfortunately there isn't anyone else available.'
The Commander took Lieutenant Doe with him in the turbolift.
'Deck 5. Lieutenant, we have to…'
'I know, investigate the spreading idea of watching reruns of Alf. I was with you when you made the log, you know.'
'Right. Well… Good. Then, start to investigate. I'll be in the mess-hall enjoying a nice lunch.'
'What do you mean? Aren't you investigating with me?'
'Uh, yes, that's what I meant. I'll investigate the mess-hall. See if they put anything in the food…
Report back to me if you find something.'
- USS Blowdryer
'Nr 1, you're with me. Take Deanna too.' Captain Picard strode to the turbolift, tossing his empty tea-cup in a corner.
'Seriously, I don't need instruction on when to take my wife, Jean-Luc.'
Picard shot him a look.
'Get your oversexed mind out of the gutter, Captain. You are beginning to sound like Geordi. I meant for her to accompany us.'
'Ah. Where are we going?'
'To the surface, Will. I'm leading the away-team on the search for my woman!'
Riker followed him into the turbolift.
'What, no comment on that I shouldn't lead an away-team myself?' Picard said as the turbolift shot down.
'No, Picard, I'm not your first officer anymore. It's no longer my duty to care whether you die or not.'
They met with Troi on deck 11. Her hair was messed up, her lipstick smudged, and her uniform unevenly buttoned. And she was showing a cleavage which was way past the border of insubordination.
'Where are we going?' She asked sensually, as she joined the two men inside the turbolift.
'The launch-bay. This Swarzeneggar-class vessel comes with its own Captain's Yacht, named the Hummer.' Picard answered.
'The Hummer? Why aren't we just beaming over?' Riker wondered.
'Because, Nr 1, the first thing to impress a girl… is an entrance in style…'
- USS Titan
'Commander, Commander!' Lieutenant Doe came barging in the mess-hall
'What is it, Doe?' the Commander asked, swallowing a bite of chocolate-cake.
'I've found… hey, wait a minute. Is that the counsellor's cake? Oh man, you are going to be in so much trouble. You do realise she's married to the Captain, don't you?'
'Uuhhh… I was merely testing it for Alf-inducing agents. It seems fine. What have you found, Lieutenant?' the Commander diverted the subject.
'Oh right. According to the ship's logs after some backtracking through the inertial-RAM-processors, and the Pentium-flux-calibrators, a virus has been uploaded, originating from the USS Blowdryer. That seems to be causing the Alf-related problems.'
'A virus…' the Commander contemplated.
'Are you saying that the Blowdryer intentionally infected us?'
'No sir, that's the interesting part. The virus was uploaded from our very own bridge!'
The Commander's eyes went big.
'My God! We have an Alf-loving terrorist on board! Follow me to the bridge, Lieutenant! Show me the station where the virus was uploaded. Quickly!'