Avon was sitting in the bar, not so much because he felt like drinking as because he felt like thinking, and a bar was as good a place as any to do it in. He was keeping half an eye on a peculiar pair of characters sitting at a nearby table. One was a tall, flamboyant person of indeterminate sex, drinking something pink with an umbrella in it. The ( Read more... )

Not for the first time since arriving on the planet, Lieutenant-Commander Montgomery Scott cursed Lieutenant Kyle ( Read more... )

In a consulting room in Starfleet Medical, a dark haired man (well, it was greying at the temples, now) in a wheelchair and an Admiral’s dress uniform, looked up.

“Is that all?”

( What were you expecting, Chris? Fireworks? A twenty-one gun salute? )

He hadn't responded to the message from his older self concerning one Perpugilliam Brown, as opposed to the multiple versions of her he'd already encountered in the corridors of the station. His fault. All his fault. If he had kept better tabs on her rather than allow the TARDIS to drag him to this infernal place without her ( Read more... )

Immediately after receiving the message from The Doctor, Laura made her way at a sharp clip to Operations. She was noticing people slumped on the floors, and she tried hard not to think about it until she got somewhere she could be debriefed on the situation. It was reminiscent of illness outbreaks in different ships when she'd been asked to ( Read more... )