Who wants to get called back to the Enterprise at this time of year?
There I was, exchanging Christmas presents with Bev on the 25th and we suddenly get a message from Admiral Toxler, urging us to go back to the ship.
"This is at an inconvenient time, sir" I told him, "I was just opening my Christmas pressies."
"That's not important, Picard." he replied, "Get your senior staff together and go to Zama III; there is a lot of unrest going on there. Just take a skeleton staff. No need to recall the entire crew. Your senior staff should suffice."
So here we are now, first hour the next day with the Enterprise ready to go off; we're just awaiting for the others to arrive.
Bev is with me; she was pleased with her new dancing shoes. I liked her present of a First Edition copy of A Christmas Carol.
Riker beams on with Deanna.
"...well I don't know why you are so keen to come here, Will." says Deanna, "I somehow suspect you were relieved, as we were about to go to Betazed to see my mother.".
"It's only orders, Deanna" he replies, "Of course I would have dearly loved to see Lwaxana, but duty calls."
Somehow, I sense Riker's reply was not entirely truthful. They walk out of the transporter room, still disputing their comments.
A few moments later, Geordi and his girlfriend, Ensign Trisha Lewis beam on.
"Thank you, Geordi for that wonderful present you got me." she tells him, "I enjoyed that holographic story of Casablanca; I never imagined you could take Humphrey Bogart's part so well."
"Here's looking at you, kid." Geordi replies, in a Bogart style. I raise my eyebrows. Ah well, whatever people like.
Ensign Ro Laren comes on next, along with Seven.
"I could well have obliterated a few Cardassians, Seven" says Ro angrily, but got called back here."
"I would have gladly helped you assimilate a few, Ro." comments Seven, "But you know how touchy Locutus is about that. He says I'm just supposed to observ.."
She stops when they notice I'm in the room; neither of them carry on speaking as they hurriedly leave the room.
Data and his girlfriend Ensign Jennifer Baxter beam in.
"Our trip to Quasa II was a mess, Data." says Jennifer, "We were due to see the triple sunset and there was there turned out to be a baggage controller's strike by those that run the nearby shuttles."
"Such a manouvre caused a lot of hold-ups, Jennifer." states Data.
"Only because the baggage handlers knew what time of year it was!" Jennifer quickly says, in a sharp manner."
"It was a little awkward Jennifer, when you hit that baggage handler in the eye." comments Data, "I had to remove you quickly, otherwise there would have been a riot at the Shuttle Bay. Some of the the messages they gave to you were less than complimentary."
Ensign Baxter laughs as Data looks worried, and the two leave the transporter room.
Jadzia Dax and Lieutenant Worf are the last to beam on. Dax is laughing.
"Worfie." she says with a smile, "There is no need to protest just because I beat you with my bat'leth. I just happen to be good with Klingon weapons."
"I am a Klingon warrior!" replies Worf with a huff, "I am not supposed to be beaten in such a manner."
"You're a sore loser, Worfie." Jadzia says as she kisses him, "We are both experts with Klingon weapons and make a good team."
"Agreed." comments Worf, "No one shall beat us,"
Let's see whether this group can pilot the Enterprise as we head towards Zama III.
I'd better get some Christmas mince pies to hand out.
To be continued...
Another meme? What's going on? This is from Gopher
My Christmas Wishes:
1. To visit all my blogfriends in person
2. That the "Politically Correct" Idiots that are ruining things because "it might offend!" to get lost somewhere, especially those who centre on Christmas.
3. Politicians be able to act properly.
My Christmas Don't Wants
1. No more newspapers full of loose adverts
2. No More SPAM E-Mail!
3. No overpaid unintelligent soccer players