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| Okay, crew. The Admiral wants to speak to all of us. Before
he does, though, I just wanted to welcome everyone to The Inflict. |
I know there's usually a shakedown period for new crews and
ships, but conditions require that we....that we... |
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| Chief...are you wearing a sword on your hip? |
Kukri, sir. I have a varience from FleetBuPers to wear it
as a Heritage component of my uniform. |
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| What's your heritage, Bushido? |
Ghurka, sir. I'm from New Nepal. |
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| Ah. Fine tradition, the Ghurkas.
And you're here as... |
Transportation manager, sir. And
general Engineering. |
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| Well, Chief, god help the next
fuse to blow on your watch, I guess. |
Sir, I explained to the Safety
Board, the Inspector General and Admiral Soranth that there was an invisible
alien on that panel. Cutting him in half saved the ship. |
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| Shuffle-shuffle. |
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| Well, alrighty
then. Crew - Attention to Admiral Tower. |
Ladies. Gentlemen.
Rock. |
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I wanted to
make sure you understand Starfleet's intentions for this command. We
suffered some losses in the recent wars with Cardassia, with the Founders,
with the Klingons. We've lost ships and personnel. We just can't
be everywhere Starfleet is expected to be. We're pumping resources into ship construction, and we're increasing the size of Academy classes. Soon, we'll have more ships than we had before the war, fully manned with new recruits led by battle-tested veterans. |
| But right now,
we're straining the operational commands with demands for surveys, rescues,
diplomatic intervention, technical assistance, 1st contacts, piracy interdiction,
border dispute and patrols, and general nosing around the galaxy looking
for action sequences. The list is extensive while our inventory is not. |
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This ship was
designed for minimal permanent operating personnel, with maximum room for
additional forces or refugees. Despite it's age, I think that with
a few ships like The Inflict, we can sprinkle the very spirit of
Starfleet across the sparkly pancake that is the Milky Way. From the Captain here on down, you've been selected for the widest variety of backgrounds, experiences, building blocks of life as we know it...the better to unwrap an enigma, resist an attacker or rescue a colony. Yes? |
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| Yessir. What
kind of pancakes, sir? |
That was an allusion,
Lieutenant. |
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| Will there be
chifon-draped women involved? |
I don't really...say,
who are you? |
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| Kind of a ship's
mascot, sir. Pay him no mind. You were saying? |
Yes. Well,
your captain has the details of your first mission. Good luck and
good hunting. |
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| We're hunting
allusive pancakes? |
Crew. Dismissed.
Be prepared to go to warp as soon as the Admiral's shuttle clears. |
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| So, we're in Tower's squadron? I've
never met him before. |
Rather blocky torso, too, it seemed to me.
And limbs. |
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| So, is it a boy rock or a girl rock... Uh..unless you're a rock, too,
sir, what does it matter? |
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