Selected Quotes Aug '24
Posted on 02 Sep 2024 @ 2:13pm by Commander Calliope Zahn
QUOTES AUGUST 2024
Hasperat for Two - pt1
“Returned before I could go through your drawers. What a shame.” Chris said, looking over at her. He pointed to the vase which had a central place and made a wincing face. “I detect a meaningful memory behind this. It must be a very powerful one, yes?”
“What? Oh. It’s the prettier of the original pair. It was this one day pottery workshop my mom took me to. I made the other one and traded it to my mom for hers. If the place was on fire, I might save it, but it would probably be the only thing to survive anyway.”
Hasperat for Two - pt2
“Commander Leblanc lives in his office, I hear.” Tali said with a smile. “Though I wouldn’t know personally. I haven’t been invited down. He reserves that privilege for the important people, I think.”
There was amusement in her tone and something else that was daring; challenging. She didn’t give the impression of an officer talking to senior officers, though she didn’t step out of line explicitly.
Hasperat for Two - pt3
“She kept talking about her father, this crime syndicate boss. Can you imagine, growing up, that’s the family business? I actually… I used to think about that a lot, years ago. What was the chance if I tried and looked up my fly-by-night father and he was some Orion mob boss? Just. I was better not knowing. She had that life.”
A Confusion of Ferengi
I want you to reconsider my previous offer. Take a month to think about it, and then contact me. Do we have a deal?”
Brek didn’t hesitate. In a month’s time he would have forgotten this discussion entirely. “Consider it done!”
Arrivals - pt1
“When Command said that they’d secured transport, I didn’t they meant… all together,” Thad offered in slight wonder, looking at the two vessels. He looked back at Corvus, “I thought we’d have a never-ending sea of shuttlecraft. Not… commuter buses,” he said, waving at the bulky ships. “I’ll have to re-organize the teams…” he said, “Excuse me,” he added, then walked away to go and find a terminal.
“That’s one hell of a mob,” Declan harrumphed, walking with Corvus as she went towards the security station.
Just Above the Surface
Frustration gnawed at Dresden as he struggled with the digital pad, each failed attempt tightened the knot of unease in his stomach. He was running out of time. The locked door was clearly important, but it was becoming increasingly clear that he wasn’t going to get through it. Sighing in resignation, Dresden turned to leave, knowing he needed to regroup and figure out his next move.
But just as he pivoted to walk away, the door clicked and swung open, revealing the one person he wouldn’t have expected to be in the same house as his suspect
The young officer’s face was a mask of determination, but there was something else there too—a glint of betrayal. Dresden’s heart sank.
“Cortes?” Dresden’s voice was low with disbelief.
The Runaway: Buying Time
“We’re running now, but we have just a few minutes before they catch up. Hopefully, they’ll decide the chase isn’t worth it, but since they’re after us we have very limited options. We can’t launch you, but if they board us, we can’t let you stay. What’s going to happen is this: we’re going to drop out of warp for an instant, launch you and then draw the Romulans away. Hopefully, far enough to give you time to make it to a friendly planet.”
“But the nearest planet we know is friendly is really far away,” Adam noted. “P.A. and I would be more valuable on the ship repelling boarders!”
Pierre-Andre gave a fervent nod and Livvy jumped in, “I can help, too! We’ve trained for this!”
“You’d all abandon Fernanda to floating through space? Alone?”
Everyone’s eyes darted to Fernanda who, for the first time, felt like she was a problem to be solved for the crew and not a guest.
When Push Comes to Shove
“ – You’re right of course.” He was saying, having taken over the altercation in progress some time ago. Ibis wasn’t sure how long he had been standing there intervening. “Under normal circumstances I should have our rambunctious little fellow apologize. But I can’t quite get the concept across to him. For all of these reasons, he doesn’t understand to be sorry yet, as he thinks that the purpose of standing at the top of things is to go down them!” He took off his hat, in a gesture of deference. “I do promise to take the next opportunity to help him understand.”
The Trill woman’s ire had abated some as the older Betazoid had kindly been explaining their circumstance and the newness of this sort of scenario for the human boy.
Confrontation
"What’s that for?" Dresden asked Lake, his eyes flicked to the medical device in her hand.
"It’s a tranquilizer," Lake replied, her voice cold and matter-of-fact. "It paralyzes the target before..." She lifted the blade slightly, letting its purpose speak for itself.
"So, you are the murderer and you all must be in some sort of cult.” Dresden said.
"Call it whatever you like," Lake said, her voice hardening. "We’re beyond caring about your labels."
Big Momma
From deep within the mines, they distinctly heard high-pitched, almost ethereal sounds, the mournful cries of a tortured soul.
"Do the miners keep some creature down there?" Brek wondered, with a mix of fear and fascination. He had a clear understanding of the volume of dilithium and minerals shipped out of FenixCorps each month, but he had no idea how the work was actually done.
“Something’s happened to Big Momma,” Wilanders said in a whisper. “I can feel it in my veins.”
“Big Momma?”
A Splash of Motivation
“Just in time for the madness of the Engineering Convention,” he smirked sarcastically. “You might not believe it, but it’s going to mean even more madness in the Infirmary,” he shook his head with a sigh. “Do you know who’s a bigger hypochondriac than a medical student who’s just starting med school? Any Engineer. The smarter, the more likely,” he laughed at the absurdity of it. “Don’t believe me, check the logs when this is over. Guaranteed.”
Arrivals pt 2 - Security Check
“I hope you don’t have anything expensive or fragile in there. You’re carrying that bag like a half-minded Klingon carrying a rabid targ over a mountain.” he said, and the two men fell into step with each other, their radically different gaits making their walking speeds notably different. “These conferences have the dullest people. Kill me now and save boredom the trouble.”
—
“Indeed so. Anything to declare?” Watching a glacier melt at least had the benefit of granting cold water to those afflicted by the boredom. Lt jg Gabriel Lyons was keeping a tally of contraband with the other security officers. He and Wilson had a running competition as to how many prohibited items they found when operating together on intake.
“Obviously, I’m declaring this line very slow indeed. And this technical gear.”
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