Once occupied, I’ll add female features and some texturing; you no doubt want the mechanism to at least appear to be a woman…
We have to abandon the shuttle.
We may risk it someday, Mr. Spock.
Hey look everybody! We’ve got Captain Clarity over here!
I’d like to make an appointment.
KIRA: Here we are. Landing pad A.
BAREIL: (gasping) Open it.
KIRA: I’ve got a better idea. Why don’t you hand over that disruptor?
BAREIL: Oh, you’ve been so cooperative up to now. I’d hate to have to kill you.
KIRA: You’re not going to kill me.
BAREIL: Oh, you sure of that?
KIRA: You’re not going to kill anyone. Not with that disruptor. Power cell’s cracked.
BAREIL: How long have you known?
KIRA: Since we left Ops.
BAREIL: Then why did you come with me?
KIRA: I needed the exercise.
One parsec, sir. Close enough to smell them.
There was a young lady from Venus
Whose body was shaped like a…
Don’t make me laugh, Starfleet.
Every schoolkid on Earth had to learn about the famous Vulcan expeditions.
Access denied.
Consider it a quarantined planet and a forbidden subject.
He’s over one hundred years old. He’s not a kid.
Consorting with lower-ranked females, captain? Especially ones in penalty boxes?
Impressive. They can make planets.
Brace for impact!
“I believe Counselor Troi is the ranking officer.”
"Counselor Troi?!"
“She holds the rank of lieutenant commander.”
“Commander, we have made some progress here; let’s not ruin that with unnecessary posturing.”
To expect one to order poison in a bar is not logical.
I saw the Federation insignia.