~Foltan recounts what little he knows of what happend this morning. Terminal sits, staring into the distance, absorbing the information and enjoying his Irish raktajino ( Read more... )

Capt. Terminal slowly regains consciousness. He realizes two things:

A) He has no clue where he is.

B) He is very very hung over.

C) He just saw mib_khan (one of them) walk by.

D) He cannot count when he's this hung over.

Jellico, I've decided to go into business with an old friend of mine. We're going to be doing some security/investigation work for a while, since Starfleet doesn't seem to want me back. We are currently en route to Deep Space Nine. I was wondering if you knew anyone that might be interested in buying a 50 year old runabout that was made about 25 ( Read more... )

~the Mustang fades back into reality~

Damn, that was a strange unreality pocket.

Where the fuck am I?

When did I leave reality?

And where is the Murgatroid?

Mustang to Mugatroid, please respond.

I've been thinking a lot about Starfleet Command lately.

They've taken away my ship, tinkered with my brain, and tinkered with the Mustang. Honestly, they probably would have taken the Mustang, as well, had I not given control of it to Dr. Khan. They're looking for storvik, who's in another dimension, and I bet before long they're going to start ( Read more... )

I sit staring at the screen, replaying the last communication with the alternate reality Khan.

There's very little I can see that will allow me to figure out how to help here. And I still have to go and deal with Starfleet HQ, without showing up in the MustangPlus whatever happened to that bitch Janeway imposter ( Read more... )

~...severely hung over, and notices he's not on the Mustang~

~taps combadge~

Terminal to Dr. Khan. Did we get storvik?

~Notices no uss_murgatroid~

Hey Lothar, looks like we beat them here. Lets chill out while cloaked and wait until they show up.

~replecates a gallon of vodka for both to start off with~

Heh. I thought Dr. Khan knew better than to challenge the Mustang to a race.

Come on Lothar, lets catch up with the Murg.

I've just entered a standard orbit around Risa. I'll chill here waiting for more details from Dr. Khan. I'm about to start a scan for Lothar, to see what is going on.

~All of a sudden the Mustang shakes heavily as something hit it.~

Nevermind, I think I found him.

Computer, beam Lothar in off the hull. And have some booze ready for when he