Perhaps we should reverse course.
I’ve had it. Let’s put all this technology to work, figure out what’s going on, and get the hell out of here.
What’s the use of being a doctor anyway? We’re only as good as our drugs and technology make us. Underneath all the tricks, I might as well be practicing in the Middle Ages.
No, I didn’t want to sound robotic, I wanted to be called something normal. So I analyzed all Federation languages and calculated a mathematically perfect name… Peanut Hamper.
One ship against an entire fleet. That’s a hell of a plan B.
I’ve already created three viruses that would disable Pakled technology.
We should not argue in front of a guest.
Oh, I’m always monitoring comms.
What is this infant doing in my home?
This is the best day of my life!
The more you feed the beast, the more you need the cage.
Make us go! Go guys go!
This is how I learned to fly.
You know what this means, right? We get to become best friends all over again!
Well, you’ve got twelve hours. Why don’t you rub some elbows and make a new friend?
Sometimes a cigar is just a cigar .
Lieutenant, I am dissatisfied with your performance as first officer.
Martok [in Klingon]: They fight like Klingons!
Gowron [in Klingon]: Then they can die like Klingons. Destroy their shields. Prepare boarding parties.
Martok [in Klingon]: As you recommend. All ships, concentrate fire on their shield generators!
(OOC: What a great scene that was. Data and Worf having an adult conversation.)
(Most definitely. Glad to see Data in command and handling a personnel situation well).
In play:
You were sort of my cha’DIch! We used to get in so much trouble!