Lieutenant William X. Pendable checked his personal messages when he woke up midafternoon after an overnight shift. There was a message from that Yeoman who was usually running everything on the station, but it had a subject line that implied it was for some administrator. He almost deleted it figuring it'd been a mistake, but curiosity got the ( Read more... )

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whistling innocently, little drones wander up close to redshirts all over the station, infect them with nanoprobes, and then wander away ever so sneakily...

A FBS delivery man arrived at the command deck of Starbase668 with a crate on a gravtug. He walked through the door and upended the crate onto the floor ( Read more... )

          the security officer chuckled to himself. He could hardly wait to find out what Doctor Khan and his friends were up to...

          Klaxons started to fire on the command deck of starbase668. The commander jumped in his seat. "What is it ( Read more... )

          All eyes on the command deck of starbase668 watched the viewscreen as the uss_murgatroid pulled away from the station, and then vanished into a rainbow of warp drive. "So," the communications offiver asked, "what do we do now?"
          "Poker?" suggested the security chief. "I have a deck of cards."
          "I'm going to contact my wife on Alpha Centauri," ( Read more... )

        Confusion reigned on the station's command deck, as the officers on duty all found themselves switching genders. They were professional enough that outright chaos was prevented; but still, they were paying less than full attention to their instruments ( Read more... )

All of the duty officers on the command deck gazed at the viewscreen in curiosity as the uss_murgatroid approached. Commander Storvik, the Vulcan first officer, quickly and efficiently made arrangements for the Defiant-class starship to dock with the station, for maintenance and repairs on the ship, and for permission for his crew to have R&R aboard the station. " ( Read more... )

Long night, no sleep, irritated feline... half my stuff is still in the boxes it was shipped to the station in. Diziara thought to herself grumbling and muttering under her breath, and palmed the controls for the turbolift. Diziara always hated that first night after the first duty shift right after a transfer. No matter what sort of group she was ( Read more... )