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The Game’s Afoot

Posted on Sun Feb 6th, 2022 @ 1:24pm by Ensign Laurel Zatara

Mission: The Good Ole' Boys
Location: USS Albion, Various
Timeline: Present

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{USS Albion, Forward Torpedo Room}

Zatara: :: Reading the trajectory display of the torpedo and realising what she has been duped into doing ::

Bruno: “You sure are a sharpshooter!” :: Laughs ::

Zatara: :: Turning to Bruno :: “I’m even better with my fists!” :: Punches Bruno square in the nose and steals his sunglasses ::

Jimmy G: “Say, what’s the big idea?!”

Zatara: :: Punches the second idiot in the nose and steals his sunglasses too. She rushes out into the corridor and locks the door, trapping the two men in the torpedo room ::

Bruno: :: Shouting from within the room :: “Hey! Let us out you lousy no good broad!”

Jimmy G: :: “You gots not idea who you messin’ with!”

Zatara: “Stay in there and cool off a bit boys! And don’t you dare try another phaser escape stunt. Especially with all those torpedoes around you!”

{Albion, Bridge}

Zatara: :: Rushes onto the bridge wearing one pair of sunglasses :: “Commander! Wear these!” :: Hands Andrews the other pair of sunglasses ::

Random Tactical Officer: “The Cardassians are hailing again, sir.”

Andrews: :: Understanding what Zatara had instructed him to do, wears the sunglasses :: “Open a channel.”

Cardassian Gul: “What the hell is going on over there?! Why did you fire on us?!”

Andrews: :: Puts on thick New Jersey accent, Sopranos style :: “Whaddya hear, whaddya say?”


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Ensign Laurel Zatara
Chief Flight Control Officer
USS Albion, NCC-3020

 

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