Though a cloud of despair has fallen over me, I continue to fill out the Admiral Application Form. T'Pol says they are their own little club and like to keep Captains where they are. I think she may be right. If I do well, they want to keep me there!
Do you have anydisabilities? I had a heart transplant and was given a parthenogenetic one. I have since had that replaced as well.
Are there any other things about you that we should be aware of? I was assimilated by the Borg, was called 'Locutus' by them, which caused the Starfleet massacre at Wolf 359. I am all right now, though.
I hate writing this part, as I always think it prejudices the job application panel against me.
"Remove it!" pipes up a voice.
I look to see Ensign Britney peering at my answers over my shoulder.
"I can't do that." I tell her, "We are required to tell the truth in all Application Forms."
"Yeah!" she laughs sarcastically, "No wonder you're still just the Captain. Why don't you just massage it and stretch the truth a little?"
Britney leaves, and I reconsider what I could put. Perhaps 'caught by the enemy and undergone severe torture.'?
Yes, that sounds more like it.
One last question.....
What is your ethnic origin? Mind your own business.
Right, now I'll just transmit the application form via my computer.
I'm glad to have finished that. It's always such a pain having to do these forms. Perhaps this time I'll have a chance
Ping! You have e mail.
What? A reply already?
Thank you for your application for the post of Admiral. After careful consideration, the findings of the board are...you've GOT to be kidding!!!
Thank you for applying.
Starfleet Board of Selectors.
At least they let me down lightly!