[Private to T'Pol]

You going to take me to the bar, or what?

[Private to Mikhail Bakunin]

[There's a long silence before he says anything. Starting a conversation. UGH. But curiosity. He tempers this with a healthy ethnic slur.]

Hey Ivan, did you find your guy?
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[There's a shot of Level Zero; barred cells, a couple containing people. The slightly squeaky voice comes from off-screen. It sounds both angry and maybe slightly defeated.]

How often does this shit happen? Seems like ever since I got here, it's one crazy magic experiment thing after another. When's it gonna end, huh? What's the fucking point? [ ( Read more... )