Fic: The Odyssey, xiii. begin
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“We’re going to Qo’NoS.” “Captain?” “Commander.”
“We are ordered to Qo’NoS?” “No, this is my command.”
“May I ask to what purpose.” “I finally found out
the way into lhedaS and we’re going to plan
a way to get in, get out, meet those tlhIngans,
talk to one person named SeplH’ne.”
“I find that your statement only partially answers
the content of my original query.”
“When I was down talking on Spoorical Planet
parleying with the tlhIngan Circqe,
she told me to find the entrance to lhedaS
to speak to the dead, and then I would see.”
“See what?” “I don’t know, that’s why we’re going.”
“Captain I must question your rationality.”
“You can question, but Spock, this is really important.”
“Another ‘gut feeling’?” “Yeah-- intuitivity.”
“Jim, that is not a word.” “I know, but you like it.”
“Illogical to prefer nonsensical things.”
“But maybe when we’re famous, it won’t be nonsense.
They’ll put all my words in the dictionary.”
“Jim, you are hopeless.” “Let’s gather the crew.
We need all our team to help us review
plans, backup plans, and backups to backups--
think of this as a covert goodwill black ops--”
“Yet another entirely contradictory--”
“You get what I mean.” “If I may resummarize:
we are going to go to Qo’NoS secretly
in order to contact a tlhIngan alliance
whose interests would benefit the Federation greatly
due to the fact that they are defiant
in face of the current despotic regime.
The reason we could not risk alerting Starfleet
is the heavy surveillance of the tlhIngan defense scheme
who would have rooted out all our contacts
and executed them summarily.”
“Spock, that was pretty brilliant.
You’re getting better at this whole lying thing.”
“Captain, I am not lying, I am simply reporting
the likely facts of the matter, it’s quite probably
the true explanation.” “Except that it’s not.”
“Probabilities are statistics rooted in math.”
“Statistics are bullshit, we all know that.
Okay, okay, don’t give me that look.
Go find the others and forget the books.”
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“We’re going to Qo’NoS.” “Captain?” “Commander.”
“We are ordered to Qo’NoS?” “No, this is my command.”
“May I ask to what purpose.” “I finally found out
the way into lhedaS and we’re going to plan
a way to get in, get out, meet those tlhIngans,
talk to one person named SeplH’ne.”
“I find that your statement only partially answers
the content of my original query.”
“When I was down talking on Spoorical Planet
parleying with the tlhIngan Circqe,
she told me to find the entrance to lhedaS
to speak to the dead, and then I would see.”
“See what?” “I don’t know, that’s why we’re going.”
“Captain I must question your rationality.”
“You can question, but Spock, this is really important.”
“Another ‘gut feeling’?” “Yeah-- intuitivity.”
“Jim, that is not a word.” “I know, but you like it.”
“Illogical to prefer nonsensical things.”
“But maybe when we’re famous, it won’t be nonsense.
They’ll put all my words in the dictionary.”
“Jim, you are hopeless.” “Let’s gather the crew.
We need all our team to help us review
plans, backup plans, and backups to backups--
think of this as a covert goodwill black ops--”
“Yet another entirely contradictory--”
“You get what I mean.” “If I may resummarize:
we are going to go to Qo’NoS secretly
in order to contact a tlhIngan alliance
whose interests would benefit the Federation greatly
due to the fact that they are defiant
in face of the current despotic regime.
The reason we could not risk alerting Starfleet
is the heavy surveillance of the tlhIngan defense scheme
who would have rooted out all our contacts
and executed them summarily.”
“Spock, that was pretty brilliant.
You’re getting better at this whole lying thing.”
“Captain, I am not lying, I am simply reporting
the likely facts of the matter, it’s quite probably
the true explanation.” “Except that it’s not.”
“Probabilities are statistics rooted in math.”
“Statistics are bullshit, we all know that.
Okay, okay, don’t give me that look.
Go find the others and forget the books.”
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