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Malcolm: *winks but with a british accent*

“How did I just ---- hear that?”

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Garak hummed to himself, eyeing the unknown Starfleet officer with curiosity. As casually as was able, the Cardassian migrated to the other side of Quarks, sitting a chair away. He had been informed of a new officer -- security, something specialized, and Garak had to discover more. “Lieutenant Reed, correct? You have a rather slender frame, I have a suit that would fit you like a glove. If you’re staying at the station for any considerable amount of time, it would be wise to invest. Lieutenant Dax hosts INFAMOUS parties, and it is unwise to attend underdressed.”

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“So at what point can I safely say ‘I told you so’, sir?”

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Jonathan I did not bring my hot future bf here so he can be your dogs vet omg

Malcolm can bang whoever he wants as long as Porthos is happy and healthy, that’s the deal

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Bones at everyone: DON’T YOU ‘L E O N A R D’ ME. 

Jim: YEAH HIS NAME IS ‘BONES’ BUT ONLY I CAN CALL HIM THAT!

Spock: I believe you are mistaken. His first name is ‘Doctor’, right Dr. McCoy?

Jim: Did Spock just make a joke?

Bones: Get that Vulcan sarcasm outta here! 

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Before the man could even begin to utter whatever complaint was on his mind, Sybok pressed the piece of gespar into his mouth. It was fresh and sweet, the spicy smell of it filling the air since Sybok had just cut it before Malcolm had walked in. Smiling, he nodded at him. “You were saying?”

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         It was supposed to be a routine mission — but when was anything ever routine in the Delta Quadrant? What had started as a simple trip in a shuttle to collect samples from a Class 17 nebula certainly hadn’t ended on such a light note, Kathryn Janeway thought to herself as thick white smoke billowed through the cabin of the small craft. Her head THROBBED as the woman sat, coughing hoarsely from smoke inhalation. Something had gone wrong, but she couldn’t remember any strange readings on sensors. No gravitation eddies, no incoming ion storms, and no hostile ships. So why was the shuttle in such bad shape —– and where was Lieutenant Paris? There was no sign of him on the shuttle, the seat beside her abandoned. 

There were lights flashing all over the console. The impulse engines were down, as were shields, but other main systems such as navigation and communications seemed to be intact. Environmental controls indicated some damage, the extent of which she wouldn’t know without running further diagnostics. Leaning forward with a groan, the ache at her temples intensifying with the movement, she scoured the console for sensor readings, trying to establish just what had caused the damage —- 

                                             —- only to find that the navigational sensors marked her present location another 50,000 light years closer to Earth. Strange. Some sort of sensor malfunction, most likely. At least the communications system was still functioning.

           ❝ Janeway to Voyager. ❞  No response. Her head was spinning, and she noticed a sharp pain in her chest —- probably a broken rib or two, an injury with which she was unfortunately familiar. She widened the frequency of the transmission to broadcast on all the standard Starfleet channels. 

        ❝ — This is Captain Janeway of the Federation Starship Voyager. My shuttle’s been damaged. If anyone can hear this, please respond. ❞

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Rhee hadn’t exactly been invited by the instructor, but Lt. Charlie had been kind enough to recommend that if she wanted some good sparring to go to Security practices, as oftentimes they would accept other crew members joining in. Clad in a long sleeve thermal shirt and leggings, Rhee approached the man who appeared to be the leader of the excer-

Wait a second

Was that THE Commander Malcolm Reed of the NX-01?

Rhee gaped slightly for a moment before controlling herself.

“Excuse me, Lt. Charlie said Security had open sparring practice at this time. Is this true?”