Just another strange post

They were just sucked into space. Mr. Crusher, ready a collision course with the Borg ship. I’ll alert the crew. What’s a knock-out like you doing in a computer-generated gin joint like this? We have a saboteur aboard. The unexpected is our normal routine. Why don’t we just give everybody a promotion and call it a night – ‘Commander’? This is not about revenge. This is about justice.

I can’t. As much as I care about you, my first duty is to the ship. Sure. You’d be surprised how far a hug goes with Geordi, or Worf. You’re going to be an interesting companion, Mr. Data. Well, that’s certainly good to know. Earl Grey tea, watercress sandwiches… and Bularian canap├ęs? Are you up for promotion? Our neural pathways have become accustomed to your sensory input patterns. I’ll be sure to note that in my log. A lot of things can change in twelve years, Admiral. This should be interesting. Congratulations – you just destroyed the Enterprise. Your shields were failing, sir. Then maybe you should consider this: if anything happens to them, Starfleet is going to want a full investigation.

Now, how the hell do we defeat an enemy that knows us better than we know ourselves? I guess it’s better to be lucky than good. Worf, It’s better than music. It’s jazz. Sorry, Data. Damage report! My oath is between Captain Kargan and myself. Your only concern is with how you obey my orders. Or do you prefer the rank of prisoner to that of lieutenant? Flair is what marks the difference between artistry and mere competence. I will obey your orders. I will serve this ship as First Officer. And in an attack against the Enterprise, I will die with this crew. But I will not break my oath of loyalty to Starfleet. Fate protects fools, little children and ships named Enterprise.

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