Selected Quotes Feb '23
Posted on 26 Mar 2023 @ 7:59pm by Commander Calliope Zahn
"You'll still have at least one malcontent who thinks they could've done better if they were dealt your hand." She shook her head. "Fuck naysayers. You could waste a perfectly good career on convincing them."
"Agreed," said Benton. "The size of your fan club shouldn't be the sole determinant of whether you can or should. Trust me, it's going to shrink before it grows," he quipped through a tight smile.
~Milk Run Musings
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Even if I tried to tell her about anything I've come through, it would be discounted before we even replicated the scones on the table between us. Explaining myself will be taken for excusing myself.
~Confessions to the Unconscious
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“I know you and she didn’t see eye to eye…”
“I would’ve settled for chin to eye,” mumbled Parker.
~Do You Have to Go?
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“When do you want to go? Next week? Next year even?”
“Tomorrow?”
“Tomorrow! Good grief,” Parker touched her comm badge. “Downey to B’Tal. Move up the going away party for Ms. L’Orss for tonight. 1800 hours.” After a short pause, a hesitant voice affirmed the order.
~Do You Have to Go?
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“And I thought that an Off-Worlder, whom we know are all servants of evil, would be immune to the heat” came a loud voice behind them.
Ibn Sharjar: The Crystal Mines and a Wager
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Later as they rode back up the track out of the canyon, Sasil asked his father “A quadruple wager father? Is that a lot?”
“Yes” Jelik responded, tight lipped. “Do not tell your mother”
~Ibn Sharjar: The Crystal Mines and a Wager
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Saaba was probably more than due for a promotion, Calliope remembered thinking when she had met her and looked through her file. She'd just been serving the kind of posts where small fish got lost in big ponds.
~Pathfinder Arrival
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“Which part? The ineptness or being a pack of liars? I’d be surprised if they could get either right, truth be told. They’d find a way to muck up being inept by lying,” Rice smirked, but it faded when he saw her gently touch her comm badge pinned to her jacket. “I’m sorry, I’m using humor to dismiss your question.”
~Lessons Learned
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Hannah's practiced eye swept over the shelves which were organized to within a millimeter of each wall. Every dust-mote had it's own requisition ID, and it was clear that she'd catalogued those too. The shelves had colored lines now that seemed to be programmed in.
"Lord and Lady, Mia...what HAVE you been doing?"
~Prep Time
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Pigs could fly too if you threw them hard enough
~Prep Time
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This was the best thing about Volchok: all the different people you could meet. The Bajorans, Cardassians, a rare few Vulcans and of course the multifaceted Hewmons. Sure, they only had one face, like everyone else, but they were so accomplished. There was, seemingly, nothing they couldn’t do, and that included fraud too.
He switched off this computer, grabbed his ugly fur coat, and as he always did, he rushed down the stairs, making more noise than a rout of snailosaurus rumbling down the great plains of Kopli, so eager he was to get the hell out of this house and be reunited to his precious freedom.
~Count Oroff
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“Young master! Not so fast, if you wouldn’t mind.” The Count said. There was a quiver in his voice, very unusual, for he was usually as imperious as Mr Asax himself.
“Yes, Count?” Brek said, resigned. What new chore had been invented for him this time?
“Would you be kind enough to help an old gentleman?”
The silent answer to that was a vehement ‘no’, but alas the public one was a meek ‘yes’, for Brek knew not to upset anyone in this house. “By all means, what can I do for you?”
~Count Oroff
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If you were fast enough, you could grab any of those critters and have a bite. Brek was more refined than that though, what spiders he ate were always deep-fried.
~Count Oroff
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“Merino? Oh.” Her disappointment complete, her hand fell away. “I mean. I was hoping for something non-Terran. Hoped too much apparently, completely dismissed merino as an option. The cut is very – er – Terran, too. You look like you raided my grandfather’s wardrobe. I was hoping it was more of an homage as opposed to a complete…I’m sorry again. You asked something?”
“Well, Terran is exotic to me.” Brek said, piqued that she found he lacked style, whilst his suit had nonetheless cost him quite a bit... “I’m afraid you caught me wearing average clothes on an average day."
~Lost and Found
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"Q’or this is Brek. Brek, Q’or.”
The Klingon gave the Ferengi a baleful look and balled his now free hand into a fist. The action cracked his knuckles in rapid-fire explosions.
Brek, who, as soon as the impressive Klingon had appeared had stood as still as a statue (in fact he was barely breathing at all), took a few seconds to recover from the sudden apparition.
~Lost and Found
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Why had he come back to the Fleet? There was Moon, of course, but he wasn’t one to allow heartbreak to alter his course. He’d been there before. It would be strange for him to start now. The taste of the soup, a memory, but still potent, was another possibility. His grandmother had toiled for Bajoran refugees, not in an office, but in their homes with them. He’d been shackled to an office and meetings for nearly five years. Was there another reason other than that? He felt there was, though it evaded him.
“There’s always more than one reason,” he muttered to himself as he entered his quarters.
Lessons Relearned
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Stepping out into the cold the air bit and prickled at her nose and cheeks. However the crisp cleanness of the air in that cold with something she'd found universally in the polar regions of many planets. The air just seemed cleaner. Her feet crunched with each step, and sunshine cast glittering motes over everything spread out before her. Blue, everything was blue, in every shade one could possibly imagine...an endless plane of living blue.
"Home sweet snowbank."
Getting Chilly
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