Montgomery Scott is a miracle worker (warp_speed) wrote in valarnet, @ 2012-05-01 16:47:00 |
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Entry tags: | james kirk, montgomery scott, nyota uhura |
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Well? I know now why I was in a wee spot of trouble in those dreams. Apparently mine are going in reverse.
It seems that I'd abandoned some idiotic frosty arsed post I was supposed to be tending to. Long story shortened: me arguing with that Admiral Archer that I could send a dog to Mars, it was so easy a caveman could do it, oops I lost your dog, disciplinary action, I'm sent off to frosty arsed planet. Then there's Kirk showing up with some old pointy-eared bastard, which is when things got weird, something about the future, do they still have sandwiches? Blah blah blah, conversation happened, and I didn't really quite believe most of it. But I was wicked famished for real food by that point, so if someone so much as mentioned food, anywhere in the galaxy, I'd probably gnaw their bloody arms off and then ask them what direction I needed to go running off toward.
So. I spent six months on an ice cube in space, with a talking artichoke for company. And apparently I had my own not-yet-discovered transwarp beaming theory handed to me by the older pointy-eared bastard. Which might explain where the dog's come from, if I was playing about with that.
It also explains how we ended up on the ship, since I decided to go with Kirk and bounce our particles off into the bloody universe on some wild adventure. I'm sure that abandoning my post resulted in a fine talking to, though I can't recall that part, only that it's how I ended up in a tank full of water. But it perfectly well explains why I had that feeling that I was in Very Deep Shite ®, for hopping off and being on a ship that resembled an apple store and a really brilliant sci-fi convention mating and having a wee bairn of their very own.
The real point that I'm wondering about is that if I was stuck on an ice cube for six months with only rations tasting like boiled soybeans...then why didn't I simply kill the talking artichoke, boil it, and eat it instead?