All hands, report to stations
Commander Mib Khan received a memory update, and winced. He'd just ducked into the bathroom (as far as he could recall) and now it was much later than he'd remembered it being. "Damn temporal anomalies", he thought to himself. He then turned to the replicator and ordered himself a full biohazard contamination suit, and prepared himself.
Exiting the 'refreshment lounge', the scene before him was worse than he'd been able to contemplate. Qaren and Beefcake lay unconscious on the floor, satisfied smiles on their faces. Khan ordered them point-to-point transported back to their quarters, ordered the special transporter "sterilization mode" used on the bridge (something he'd created after discovering that the cleaning crew couldn't compensate for Captain Jellico's visits to the bridge), and then walked over to the communication console. Tapping a relay, he began.
"This is Commander Khan to the crew of the uss_murgatroid. You've had your fun, now get back here. Shore leave is over." There wasn't any screaming rush, so he wasn't about to transport them back without warning. Hopefully they could get under way the next day. He ordered the computer to vent the bridge atmosphere to space and replace it with freshly replicated air. Once that was done, he took off his suit and settled into the command chair...then got back out, as it had dents in it the approximate shape and size of Qaren's butt. No reason he couldn't stand until it could be fixed...
Exiting the 'refreshment lounge', the scene before him was worse than he'd been able to contemplate. Qaren and Beefcake lay unconscious on the floor, satisfied smiles on their faces. Khan ordered them point-to-point transported back to their quarters, ordered the special transporter "sterilization mode" used on the bridge (something he'd created after discovering that the cleaning crew couldn't compensate for Captain Jellico's visits to the bridge), and then walked over to the communication console. Tapping a relay, he began.
"This is Commander Khan to the crew of the uss_murgatroid. You've had your fun, now get back here. Shore leave is over." There wasn't any screaming rush, so he wasn't about to transport them back without warning. Hopefully they could get under way the next day. He ordered the computer to vent the bridge atmosphere to space and replace it with freshly replicated air. Once that was done, he took off his suit and settled into the command chair...then got back out, as it had dents in it the approximate shape and size of Qaren's butt. No reason he couldn't stand until it could be fixed...