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“I knew it! Braxton planned all of this to get out of my party!”ĭucane cooly responded, “Sir, what makes you think Braxton would have the intelligence to orchestrate his own abduction by a previously unknown and fairly powerful civilization?” Then, just as quickly as it arrived, the ship turned around and sped away.Ĭrusher was furious. “Sir, shields are down!”īefore Admiral Crusher could even reply, Captain Braxton vanished in a flashy gold transporter beam. Starbase 47’s own weapons struck back, but seemingly had no effect on the attacker.Īnother volley from the little red ship, and the same voice came over the comm. Starbase 47 shook hard, sending several of the Relativity crew to the ground. However, once it began firing its weapons seconds later, Braxton stopped laughing. Sure enough, the little red ship wasn’t much bigger than a runabout. “Ha! You’re worried about that little thing? It’s not much bigger than a runabout.”

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“Sir, there’s a strange vessel on an intercept course, and it’s going faster than anything I’ve ever seen!”Įveryone got to the windows just in time to see the ship appear in normal space. Suddenly, the monotony was interrupted by a voice coming over the comm system. Braxton and his crew slumped against a wall watching Crusher eat all the delicious food. Hours later, Admiral Crusher’s party was still devoid of guests. The Relativity crew let out another collective sigh. “No food for you, either! That food is for me and my guests! All of you are simply my flunkies!” “Well, at least we can help ourselves to the yummy food!”īraxton attempted to hurry towards the buffet, but Crusher caught him by the collar.

The Relativity crew let out a collective sigh. “No, you can not go! You’re going to stay here in case somebody shows up!” “Well, since nobody showed up, can we go?” “Where is everybody? Why isn’t there anybody here?”īraxton stupidly blurted out, “I think it’s because nobody likes you, sir.”

He walked out into the hallway and looked around. The only thing on the other side of the door, though, was a cricket, which began chirping loudly.Ĭrusher’s jaw dropped. “About time! Open the doors! Let the party begin!”ĭamar and Xaronna ran over to the main doors, and opened them wide. “What good is that?!?! Why do I even keep you around?”Ĭrusher interrupted. “Darn it! You don’t have any cool powers left?” “Sorry, sir, but it took all the power I had.” “Kes, for the love of all that is good and decent in the universe, please do not say the answer even remotely resembles ‘All the power I had.’ Please say anything but that!” Do you know how much power it takes to seal away an entire subspace domain?” “Well, sir, there’s just one little problem with that. Kes replied, “But he’s the admiral, so he is the boss. But mysterious Ocampa powers trump mysterious Traveller powers any day of the week! Well, except for Wednesdays, but that’s a long story. “Have you forgotten that I have mysterious Traveller powers?” “What just happened?”Ĭrusher laughed evilly. After that, he woke up, only to be flung back up and down several more times. Braxton was flung several meters into the air, and then crashed back down on the floor. Well, he scowled even more than he already was. “Braxton, is my party ready yet?”īraxton had fallen asleep and was snoring loudly. The door opened, and Admiral Crusher stormed in. Anybody know how long we’ve been at this?”ĭucane, who was attempting to fill balloons with helium, replied in a squeaky voice, “Forty-seven hours, sir.” His first act was to order us to set up a welcoming party for him here on the station, so we’ve been busy setting up decorations and whatnot for. “Anyway, with the apparent death of Robo-Nechayev, the dread Wesley Crusher has been made admiral of Starbase 47. “Can I get back to my Captain’s Log now?”

Well, everybody except for Evil Braxton.” “I’ll take that bet! Getting skewered by a horde of angry Klingons, jettisoned out into space, and blown up in a supernova? She ain’t coming back!” Two strips of gold-pressed latinum says she’s back in a few episodes.” Unfortunately, with the death of Robo-Nechayev.”ĭax interrupted. Yes, we saved the day yet again by preventing Earth and Vulcan from colliding with one another. “Captain’s Log: There’s no rest for the weary.

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