First Entrance
Commander Susan Ivanova was stepping off the lift at Blue 5. Highlight the was.
She instantly draws her PPG pistol and taps the link communicator on the back of her hand. "Ivanova to C&C. Repeat, Ivanova to C&C. Captain? Stephen? Garibaldi?!" She smacks her link a few more times before giving up with a frustrated noise when she gets nothing but static.
"Right," she says to herself. "I'm either hallucinating, Blue 5 has been replaced with an English pub, I've been transported to an English pub, or I'm under telepathic attack and being projected into an English pub. ...Don't know which I prefer at this point, but there we go. Damn Fridays. Just when you think the week is done throwing wrenches at you..."
[Tiny Tag: Susan Ivanova. Don't know who she is? Try hulu!]
She instantly draws her PPG pistol and taps the link communicator on the back of her hand. "Ivanova to C&C. Repeat, Ivanova to C&C. Captain? Stephen? Garibaldi?!" She smacks her link a few more times before giving up with a frustrated noise when she gets nothing but static.
"Right," she says to herself. "I'm either hallucinating, Blue 5 has been replaced with an English pub, I've been transported to an English pub, or I'm under telepathic attack and being projected into an English pub. ...Don't know which I prefer at this point, but there we go. Damn Fridays. Just when you think the week is done throwing wrenches at you..."
[Tiny Tag: Susan Ivanova. Don't know who she is? Try hulu!]