Post by Deleted on Jan 24, 2016 10:13:02 GMT -8
"No thanks, ensign but thanks."
"You might be here a while," Haywood said, indicating that he knew what was happening. "Let me get you something." He moved to the replicator and ordered water and paused. What was the plant? It had been a running joke for a while, turning into something dirtier. Robin enjoys Ahska petals. Ahska. Oscar? Oskoid! Ordering the Bajoran leaves, he picked up both the plate and the glass and returned to Robin's cell.
"Did you see any of the images?"
"Yes," Haywood admitted. Raising the vessels in his hand a bit higher, he nodded to Robin. "Please move to the back of your cell, Sir."
~~~
"How many?"
"I can't disclose that," Phillips answered Cobus. "But it's more than a lot."
"Who? Who did this?"
"That, Commander, is the million dollar question," Phillips replied. It didn't bother him that she refused to sit. In fact, Klingons must have the softest bottoms in the universe with their unwillingness to take a chair during meetings.
"And is there anything we can do to help?"
Phillips considered the question for a moment. "Have any of you been contacted out of the blue by an old classmate? Have you received any odd messages that didn't seem to make sense?"
"Was there any other correlation other than graduation year? Department or species?"
"No," Phillips said. "Which makes us believe that it was something that happened in the earlier terms, before you all specialized. There is no pattern to who was chosen that we can tell, at least not yet." He glanced at the door. "This is our first pilot."
Tag Lt. Commander Liz Sur'Shess , Lieutenant Robin Star , Lt. Commander Cobus Rok , Ensign Tekison Nevir
"You might be here a while," Haywood said, indicating that he knew what was happening. "Let me get you something." He moved to the replicator and ordered water and paused. What was the plant? It had been a running joke for a while, turning into something dirtier. Robin enjoys Ahska petals. Ahska. Oscar? Oskoid! Ordering the Bajoran leaves, he picked up both the plate and the glass and returned to Robin's cell.
"Did you see any of the images?"
"Yes," Haywood admitted. Raising the vessels in his hand a bit higher, he nodded to Robin. "Please move to the back of your cell, Sir."
~~~
"How many?"
"I can't disclose that," Phillips answered Cobus. "But it's more than a lot."
"Who? Who did this?"
"That, Commander, is the million dollar question," Phillips replied. It didn't bother him that she refused to sit. In fact, Klingons must have the softest bottoms in the universe with their unwillingness to take a chair during meetings.
"And is there anything we can do to help?"
Phillips considered the question for a moment. "Have any of you been contacted out of the blue by an old classmate? Have you received any odd messages that didn't seem to make sense?"
"Was there any other correlation other than graduation year? Department or species?"
"No," Phillips said. "Which makes us believe that it was something that happened in the earlier terms, before you all specialized. There is no pattern to who was chosen that we can tell, at least not yet." He glanced at the door. "This is our first pilot."
Tag Lt. Commander Liz Sur'Shess , Lieutenant Robin Star , Lt. Commander Cobus Rok , Ensign Tekison Nevir