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[beam_me]

Bit of a panic out and about, it seems! Don't suppose anyone has a use for a twenty-third century Chief Engineer, then? Otherwise I'll be happy to keep my head down and continue tinkering with some of these ah... Macintosh thingamajigs. Twenty-first technology has so many superfluous bits tacked on for no discernible reason that I can see. It's a

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Private

[willkissawookie]

Do you know anything about this Davros?

Private

[beam_me]

Let me cut you a piece of a transmission I sent to a crew member earlier, lassie;

Davros is some rogue madman genius that created a species out of last year's moldy birthday haggis called "Daleks". That is, to say, that they're made of pure hatred and destroy whatever they come in contact with. I haven't been told a straight answer on the race of Davros himself because I suspect the Doctors don't have an inkling. Voice sounds organic with heavy technical modifications, though.

That's all I know for the moment, Ambassador! Keepin' yourself safe?

Re: Private

[willkissawookie]

Leia's fine, Scotty. Thank you.

I've been in my room the past two days, I think the pressure difference between the Barge and where I came from put my system off.

Private

[beam_me]

Oh, blimey. Do you need any hypos for pressure sickness?

Re: Private

[willkissawookie]

It's just in my ears. I can deal with it myself. I wouldn't be an ambassador if this hadn't happened before.

Private

[beam_me]

What a woman! Most ambassadors where I come from are self-important ponces who sit on their arses seven out of seven days.

Re: Private - Is it twu wuv? lol!

[willkissawookie]

I couldn't sit around for seven days if you paid me to.

Private - It's what bwings us togevah today!

[beam_me]

If the Enterprise was a woman

A woman of action. Starfleet needs more female admirals! You ought to come investigate my dimension on my next sabbatical.

Re: Private - WUV. TWUUUU WUV.

[willkissawookie]

Oh I'm not the Admiral type.