Hunde

Besides, you look good in a dress. You enjoyed that. Flair is what marks the difference between artistry and mere competence. Now, how the hell do we defeat an enemy that knows us better than we know ourselves? Fear is the true enemy, the only enemy.

How long can two people talk about nothing? I'll be sure to note that in my log. Talk about going nowhere fast. I'd like to think that I haven't changed those things, sir. I think you've let your personal feelings cloud your judgement. Now we know what they mean by 'advanced' tactical training. But the probability of making a six is no greater than that of rolling a seven. Could someone survive inside a transporter buffer for 75 years? Yesterday I did not know how to eat gagh. This should be interesting. I can't. As much as I care about you, my first duty is to the ship. They were just sucked into space. Our neural pathways have become accustomed to your sensory input patterns. I am your worst nightmare! That might've been one of the shortest assignments in the history of Starfleet.

Katzen

Besides, you look good in a dress. You enjoyed that. Flair is what marks the difference between artistry and mere competence. Now, how the hell do we defeat an enemy that knows us better than we know ourselves? Fear is the true enemy, the only enemy.

How long can two people talk about nothing? I'll be sure to note that in my log. Talk about going nowhere fast. I'd like to think that I haven't changed those things, sir. I think you've let your personal feelings cloud your judgement. Now we know what they mean by 'advanced' tactical training. But the probability of making a six is no greater than that of rolling a seven. Could someone survive inside a transporter buffer for 75 years? Yesterday I did not know how to eat gagh. This should be interesting. I can't. As much as I care about you, my first duty is to the ship. They were just sucked into space. Our neural pathways have become accustomed to your sensory input patterns. I am your worst nightmare! That might've been one of the shortest assignments in the history of Starfleet.

Nager

Our neural pathways have become accustomed to your sensory input patterns. A lot of things can change in twelve years, Admiral. Smooth as an android's bottom, eh, Data? Earl Grey tea, watercress sandwiches... and Bularian canapés? Are you up for promotion? And blowing into maximum warp speed, you appeared for an instant to be in two places at once. Then maybe you should consider this: if anything happens to them, Starfleet is going to want a full investigation. What's a knock-out like you doing in a computer-generated gin joint like this?

How long can two people talk about nothing? I'll be sure to note that in my log. Talk about going nowhere fast. I'd like to think that I haven't changed those things, sir. I think you've let your personal feelings cloud your judgement. Now we know what they mean by 'advanced' tactical training. But the probability of making a six is no greater than that of rolling a seven. Could someone survive inside a transporter buffer for 75 years? Yesterday I did not know how to eat gagh. This should be interesting. I can't. As much as I care about you, my first duty is to the ship. They were just sucked into space. Our neural pathways have become accustomed to your sensory input patterns. I am your worst nightmare! That might've been one of the shortest assignments in the history of Starfleet.

Vogel

Besides, you look good in a dress. You enjoyed that. Flair is what marks the difference between artistry and mere competence. Now, how the hell do we defeat an enemy that knows us better than we know ourselves? Fear is the true enemy, the only enemy. But the probability of making a six is no greater than that of rolling a seven. I've had twelve years to think about it. And if I had it to do over again, I would have grabbed the phaser and pointed it at you instead of them. When has justice ever been as simple as a rule book? Your shields were failing, sir.

How long can two people talk about nothing? I'll be sure to note that in my log. Talk about going nowhere fast. I'd like to think that I haven't changed those things, sir. I think you've let your personal feelings cloud your judgement. Now we know what they mean by 'advanced' tactical training. But the probability of making a six is no greater than that of rolling a seven. Could someone survive inside a transporter buffer for 75 years? Yesterday I did not know how to eat gagh. This should be interesting. I can't. As much as I care about you, my first duty is to the ship. They were just sucked into space. Our neural pathways have become accustomed to your sensory input patterns. I am your worst nightmare! That might've been one of the shortest assignments in the history of Starfleet.