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| Great. Engineering? |
Yessir, we've downloaded
their onboard diagnostics. |
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| It's a rare but
known problem with this class of cargo vessel. The company distributed
an advisory last time we were at Space Dock. |
So, can you fix it? |
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| Some of the best minds
in Stellar Ships, Inc. put together a complete write up of the problem, the history, case files of the problems, the quick fix, the full fix... |
...and all but the proprietary
data in the construction of each ship of the line, serial number by serial
number, and a recorded interview with the technicians that installed the
faulty hardware. |
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| With a little luck, we maybe able
to figure it out. |
Good job. Anyone else? |
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|
Sir, I've been researching the political implications. I think you should be aware that there are no greatly important persons or vital technology aboard. |
Failure to complete
this mission will have no chance of destabilizing the balance of power in this quadrant. |
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| Thanks. I
guess we're about ready, then. |
Cue the music! |
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| Music?
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The tension-building background
music! |
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| Uh, Kirk-thing, we don't play background music on Starfleet missions... |
They never play the right
music on this ship... |
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| Okay, people, that's a wrap.
Problem fixed, injuries attended to, ship on its way again, no threat
to all life onboard... Just what Starfleet pays us to do. Did
we forget anything? |
Call that a rescue? No shootouts, no women, no fight scenes, no defeating advanced races... ...no music. |
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| Yes, sir. You'd better
return to Sickbay to get your alien disguise prosthetics removed. |
This is my real face, Ensign. |
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| Uh, Lieutenant, sir. |
Wanna bet? |
