Dec 05, 2009 03:25
Pavi, report. I want to know what that bastard left for you, if anything.
It's snowing, of all things. The Enterprise was always the same damned temperature, the universal norm geared more toward human comfort as a majority of the crew was humanoid at least. No CES, no setting to pretend you weren't hurtling through space on principles and science that was shaky at best.
Hell, I think I preferred that than this attempt.
[Private to Una]
Thank you for the samples Ms. Persson. I'm sure I don't have to tell you if you have anymore of this to keep it locked up and tight. [Have some random facts about the plant, mostly general stuff and ideas on how to treat poisoning. He and I are not botanists, that is left to Mr. Sulu.]
[Private to Jim]
Your father
Are you- of course you aren't.
Why was it you and not her? Jesus I hate this place sometimes.
una persson,
jim kirk is a menace,
rotti largo: father of the year,
33,
pavi