Choosing an active crew member by alphabetical order:
1-2 =Aurora
3-4 = Digi
5-6 = Mystery
7-8 = Tree
9-10 = Red shirt
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I resent that. Red Shirts, (or even yellow shirted logistics officers [reds and golds switched because Stewart and Frakes looked better in red, and Spiner in makeup as Data looked like a vampire in red... in case anyone was ever curious about why they switched... it was explained in one of the first TNG novels as a simple military procedure that happens all the time through history... but the real reason, from the production notes, is that the Stewart-Frakes-Spiner thing...] ), don't die on Picard's watch...
The red shirt instant death scenarios are the main reason I'm a Picardian. That coupled with the fact shatner is horrible...
:digi watches as the geyser hits mystey, then gets an idea:
Little girl, I am having a problem I think you might be able to help me with. I cannot swim. No one ever taught me. I bet you know how to swim underwater though, can't you? Could you show me how to swim? I really need to get back to our ship. I have cookies in the oven and they may burn if I don't get their swiftly.
Fine, from now on I'll use the far less flavorful term "cannon fodder".
Now, on with the show.
The girl finally reveals her face: she does look like an adorable kindergartener - one with pale blue snakelike eyes and a light scaly pattern adorning her skin.
Girl: " 'Course I can swim, I'm a great sea serpent! Don't like :cookie:s though, got any shark?"
I am called Digi. I'm glad someone will finally teach me how to swim. Even though you don't like cookies, I still need to get to the ship before mine burn up. Do you have anything else you'd like to bring, besides your cup?
The group leaves the room, making its way out of Research and Development. Commander Pynch makes a dramatic "right this way" gesture with his hands and pincers. His forehead is noticeably marked with beads of sweat. The other personnel escorting the crew flatten themselves against the wall as Majara merrily skips across the hall while flashing a toothy grin.
And...green text? Ooooooweeee! What's up with that?
And what's up with defacing nonexistent thematic gaming peripherals?
*solders X button back onto controller.*
Those who opt to skip do so with profound merriment while everyone else looks on with either or :-/. The group makes it to the security checkpoint where they were initially captured. A host of Vig-Or personnel are at the ready to give Squad Obsidian a proper sendoff.
*Majara's stomach lets out a very audible growl.*
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Majara: "I'm hungry. When we get where we're going, can I have some shark?"
Commander Pynch: "We bid you farewell, GreyCorps®! We'll not meet again."
*Pynch leads his attachment in a 2100 pincer salute before they withdraw into the inner confines of the complex. With their VIP in tow, Squad Obsidian is now left to their own devices.*
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I knew you were going to reference that.
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I resent that. Red Shirts, (or even yellow shirted logistics officers [reds and golds switched because Stewart and Frakes looked better in red, and Spiner in makeup as Data looked like a vampire in red... in case anyone was ever curious about why they switched... it was explained in one of the first TNG novels as a simple military procedure that happens all the time through history... but the real reason, from the production notes, is that the Stewart-Frakes-Spiner thing...] ), don't die on Picard's watch...
The red shirt instant death scenarios are the main reason I'm a Picardian. That coupled with the fact shatner is horrible...
:digi watches as the geyser hits mystey, then gets an idea:
Little girl, I am having a problem I think you might be able to help me with. I cannot swim. No one ever taught me. I bet you know how to swim underwater though, can't you? Could you show me how to swim? I really need to get back to our ship. I have cookies in the oven and they may burn if I don't get their swiftly.
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Now, on with the show.
The girl finally reveals her face: she does look like an adorable kindergartener - one with pale blue snakelike eyes and a light scaly pattern adorning her skin.
Girl: " 'Course I can swim, I'm a great sea serpent! Don't like :cookie:s though, got any shark?"
*grins to show off her rows of sharp teeth*
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"I'm Majara, what's your name?"
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I am called Digi. I'm glad someone will finally teach me how to swim. Even though you don't like cookies, I still need to get to the ship before mine burn up. Do you have anything else you'd like to bring, besides your cup?
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Majara puts the lid back on her sippy cup and springs up enthusiastically from the desk.
"Let's go!"
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Press X to skip to the exit. ?
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And what's up with defacing nonexistent thematic gaming peripherals?
*solders X button back onto controller.*
Those who opt to skip do so with profound merriment while everyone else looks on with either or :-/. The group makes it to the security checkpoint where they were initially captured. A host of Vig-Or personnel are at the ready to give Squad Obsidian a proper sendoff.
*Majara's stomach lets out a very audible growl.*
Majara: "I'm hungry. When we get where we're going, can I have some shark?"
"Yum!" Mystery said, "I love seafood."
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Commander Pynch: "We bid you farewell, GreyCorps®! We'll not meet again."
*Pynch leads his attachment in a 2100 pincer salute before they withdraw into the inner confines of the complex. With their VIP in tow, Squad Obsidian is now left to their own devices.*