[Miral had set herself up in one of the slightly more comfier chairs in the mess hall with a glass of Romulan ale, because really, what else was there to do?, and a Klingon romance novel. She'd found a way to make the replicators make something other than food, or maybe like Federation ones they did that anyway. She wasn't an Engineer, that was her ( Read more... )

Pike was sick of looking at the stars. He quite honestly never thought that was possible, but here he was, stuck on a space station somewhere, bored out of his mind. He'd heard others on the station talking about those holodeck things. Illusions were never really something he enjoyed, but he was desperate and needed something to do ( Read more... )

[CRASH. A young James T. Kirk rolls right into the wall, after looking like he was thrown about. There's a grunt before he starts to pick himself off the wall.]

I'm gonna feel that one tomorrow...

[[ooc; and as requested from dear_mun! He is now officially being played over at luceti :D]]

[drops in with a surprise, wondering where the hell her shuttle went]

Did I put my co ordinates in wrong? I didn't ask for transport, stupid computer.

...

That's it. No more sleeping. Is this a mutiny? You'd think a mutiny would be louder. And not involve going to sleep on my ship and waking up...

Where the hell am I?

*It isn't Delta Vega. For that, at least, he can be grateful. Damn it.*

So, have any of the starfleet types worked out precisely what is going on here?  I'd really prefer not to remain trapped much longer.  I have a business to run, you know.

*Rubs forehead* Last time I accept a Romulan Ale drinking challenge from Harry.

...uh, wait, this isn't Voyager. Is it? Computer, end programme!

Oh.