Selected Quotes May '24
Posted on 02 Jun 2024 @ 11:21am by Commander Calliope Zahn
QUOTES MAY 2024
Coming Clean
His mother did indeed have the look of a balloon about to explode, and she turned to slap Sergei's shoulder. The thud was sufficient enough to make Kastor wince, though it didn't seem to phase Sergei at all. Her reddening face and tight lips managed to keep in her exclamation so as not to upset the baby.
Nothing is Free
Inimik sighed sadly for effect. “Your vaunted Prime Directive only seems applicable when your leaders want it to be. A shame. Let me think…You know there is something smaller…nevermind. It is too personal, I think.”
More Than Meets the Eye
She gestured towards him with a raised eyebrow, silently highlighting the absurdity of his appearance. The diminutive Ferengi was sporting a white shirt emblazoned with the bold declaration: "I'm not lazy, I'm on energy-saving mode." This questionable proclamation was completed by a pair of suspiciously small blue and white shorts and pristine white shoes that gleamed like they'd never seen a single step.
Brek shrugged. “I’m exercising my right to show my knees. There is no law on this station that forbids me to do so.”
“I believe that in this outfit, you are supposed to exercise more than your rights, Mr Brek. You also ought to exercise your body.
Striking a Deal
She sighed. “I keep saying you live too much in the past. Twenty years ago maybe the Federation would’ve seriously considered going to war to protect a single species. But their stomach for lost causes vanished along with our Empire. Who knew that all we had to do to destroy the Federation’s ideals was to invite them to help us.”
The Mind Palace Part 1
“Cortes…” Dresden responded as he sipped the now cold coffee and frowned his face in a mild disgust as it was not how he liked his coffee and surely not what he ordered but he didn’t show it and didn’t complain.
“Take a look at this. What do you think?” Dresden asked.
“Um.. I’m not sure. What do you think?”
Dresden looked at Cortes with slight annoyance. Cortes didn’t even try. He looked back at the body, took another sip of the cold coffee, and gave it one last look over. Slowly and methodically.
He closed his eyes. His surroundings went dark. The sounds around him reduced to about 10% of what it was. He was being mentally transported to his version of the mind palace.
Just the Orion I was Looking For
It was against the rules, but he didn’t care about rules at this moment in time. Those were for wet-behind-the-ears youths who dreamed of advancement. He’d already lived a full life: what he was doing now was just his second career. Moving up didn’t concern him.
Refractions: Visitation
Saaba heard her and although her eyes remained shut, she smiled. “Doc ses, have t’ stay o’night f’r obs’vation.”
Calliope thought her speech sounded a little slurred. It probably was a pretty good crack to the head to amount to that. But she was in good hands, so Calliope kept the alarm from her voice. “Corduke tries to get everyone to stay overnight. He’s probably planning on starting a game of poker when he gets enough patients for a table.”
The Legacy of a Man
This diary is the sole
property of
Smeet
As Brek examined the object, he realised he held a legendary item: a diary penned by a former Grand Nagus when he was just 15 - none other than Smeet, who met his demise while in office due to a staggering drop in the Ferengi Market Exchange.
The second page read, (still with perfect calligraphy, showing that even at a young age Smeet had nothing better to do than cross his Ts and dot his Is, so to speak): ‘For my eyes only. Not yours.’
Brek turned another page, and read another beautifully penned warning: ‘Get your grubby hands off my book!’
Subsequent pages remained blank, except for a note at the top of a new page: “Dear Diary. F Off!”
And that was it. The rest of the diary was ink-free. It was disappointing, and yet, in just three pages, the essence of Smeet’s mind had been captured.
Part I: Coming to Terms
“Romulans,” Honor offered as if it explained everything. She was a little ticked off at his greeting in the restaurant the other day and added sarcastically, “We were just trying to figure out how this related to that when you came in. It might surprise you to find out that we’re actually good at our jobs.”
“I never said you weren’t, but Inimik is actively screwing me and I don’t particularly like that.”
Part II: Coming to Terms
Rice guffawed, “Sabotage? You think that was sabotage? If I wanted you to fail, I would’ve sent you to a dozen other Romulans who really would’ve messed with your head. These Free State politicians are the slightly better versions of the same people that let entire planets of their people get burned away. So, no, I didn’t have a lot of faith, but I did have some hope that you could pull some circa-2373 miracle. It’s what you guys used to do. You’d fly into orbit of some planet and moralize at everyone until they all couldn’t stand it anymore.”
Wavering and Unwavered
“Commander. Always a pleasure to share time with a Vulcan cousin.” If it was a pleasure, her angular face bore no trace of it.
T'Sheng tightened her lips, forcing out a reply. "The pleasure is mutual, I assure you."
Inaccuracy was a great flaw among Romulans, T’Sheng reflected. Only distant genetic similarities existed between their two species. But of course one could not expect Inimik, a mere functionary, to respect protocol. And so decorum, it seemed, had been tossed out the window, joining the trees outside.
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Inimik shook her head in practiced exasperation. “Indeed. I was shocked. Absolutely shocked. I don’t even know how he found out about the conversation, unless of course the Ambassador approached him via back channels. Much like me, I should add.”
The Mind Palace Part II
Dresden was familiar with the objects. They were rustic and felt close to his heart. Then, he remembered. The inner workings of his hippocampus ignited with fire and brimstone and all the vivid memories came to life. This was an exact replica of his childhood room and it resonated with him with each object, with each glance, all filled with memories.
The Future Unwritten
He’d thought he’d live and, eventually, die a Marine. Now, however, he had a family. Now he hadn’t worn the uniform for so long that its peculiarities – the way the collar scratched his neck, the way the pants creased against his leg – felt foreign and uncomfortable. Was this his future or his past?
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