Thursday, February 12, 2009
Commander Deanna Troi (Part Two)
Guest Poster: Deanna Troi
I don't know if I've got much time to give you an update as to what's going on right now. The important thing is, a pretty powerful missile is it it's way to destroy the Enterprise.
If that happens, you may find this Journal coming to a sudden and abrupt ending.
Look, just listen carefully. I'm the Commander of the Enterprise on the nighttime hours. T'Pol and Ensign Britney were larking around on the Bridge, when Ro Laren told us a massive missile was approaching.
Got it? Good. Let's go on...
"What are we gonna do?" screams Britney, "I'm too young to die. Besides that, I haven't got my best dress on."
Ro Laren runs up to the Tactics station and starts pressing a few buttons. Six photon torpedoes shoot out and the Enterprise does a sharp swerve in space.
The torpedos hit the missile, which explodes well away from the ship.
Phew! I thought it was curtains for us then!
"Well done, Ro." I tell her in my Commander-voice, though inside, I am quaking like I do after I have seen a horror film with Will.
"Who sent it?" T'Pol asks, "We can't risk another one coming towards us."
"I don't know." Ro answers, "There is a ship on long-range sensors, but it is unknown. It may be visiting our sector."
That's great. One of the shoot first, ask questions later type." I sigh.
"Let's blow it to smithereens!" Britney declares, "We gotta show them who is boss around here."
"You're not James T Kirk." I remind Ensign Britney, "Here in the 24th Century, we are more objective. We apprise the situation, look at all the possible solutions without violence..."
"And THEN blow it to smithereens!" Britney continues.
We follow the signal of the ship, seeing we are getting closer.
"Red Alert." I say. I must admit I love saying that. It sounds so important! giggle.
We approach the ship.
"Their weapons are powering up!" Ro Laren tells me.
"Take out their weapons array, T'Pol!" I tell her. I love this commanding lark!
Instead of the array being destroyed, their ship blows up.
"Ooops!" says T'Pol, "I suppose I still took out their array."
"...and everything else!" I tell her, "I suppose we were under threat, so it was the right thing to do."
The next morning, the Cappy and Beverly Crusher ask if anything went on during the night.
I have to tell them, and they agree we did the right thing.
"Pity we don't know who they are." says the Cappy.
"We didn't hear a thing last night, did we, Jean-Luc." Beverly comments, and then goes a little red.