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"What the hell kind of Star Fleet Captain /are/ you?!"

"When they tell me I need t'wear the Uniform... T'help boost crew moral..."

"Leave for a season and the entire TL goes tah shit." Kicks entirely vacant TL. "Lovely."

|| Gotta crash folks! Replies in the morning post training sessions. #nighters

— Guest.” A brief pause and then they were dismissed. “Alright, people… You know what to do.”

— this one, fellas. Commander Kane will escort our ‘guest’ to his new and temporary living quarters before we rendezvous about our other… —

— doing so.” Dropping his hands down to his waist, he chews his bottom lip for a moment as if in thought. “Lets not screw the pooch on —

— enlisted us for this mission. I feel it unnecessary to go into detail of the importance of the task at hand, so I won’t bore myself by —

— engaged by the Klingon. For whatever reason, they seem pretty damn keen to get our lil visitor back. Which is why the Federation has —

— honest.” The Captain gestures casually with a wide sweep of his hands. “Our walks are never conventional. Chances are, we will be —

— a steady corse at maximum impulse, we can get there a week shy of a month. “Should be a cake walk, ladies and gentlemen. But… Lets be —

— prisoner from this federation base to a more secure lockdown facility approximately 30 Parsecs from our current location. It we maintain —

— we’ve got introductions and pleasantries outta the way,” (hardly) “lets carry on. We are a transport vessel. Our task, is to move the —

“Right!” Loudly clapping rough, sandpapery hands together, the Captain shoots those present a rather dementedly polite grin. “Now that —

The Captain frowned. “Tsk, tsk, play nice Kane, you need to set the example, here.” xitter.cf/DissidentBlood/status/…

Quietly leans over and whispers to a random crew member, “Y' don't suppose Klingon blood stains, do ya? I reckon it'll wash off.”

Brows perked innocently. “Hey, we’re not half bad either. But we’re more steak and mash people. Not sandwich people.”

“See? There’s that ‘can-do’, optimistic spirit I love.” Replied Murdock in a mock-chipper tone, “Ever so charming.” xitter.cf/DissidentBlood/status/…

“Oh c’mon Kane, lighten up.” He said with a smug grin. “I talked with ‘em, over a sandwich. He’s not half bad.” xitter.cf/DissidentBlood/status/…