Picard: Sigma Indri, that's the star. So, Data, how far? How far? Data: Our ship can get there very fast, but still the trip will last and last. We'll have two days till we arrive, but can the Indrans there survive? Picard: LaForge, please give us factor nine. LaForge: But sir, the engines are offline! Picard: Offline! But why? I want to go! Please make is so, please make it so! Riker: But sir, if Geordi says we can't, we can't, we mustn't, and we shan't. The danger here is far to great. Picard: But surely we must not be late! Troi: I'm sensing anger and great ire. Computer: Alert! Alert! The ship's on fire! Picard: The ship's on fire? How could this be? Who lit the fire? Riker: Not me. Worf: Not me. Picard: Computer, how long till we die? Computer: Eight minutes left to say goodbye. Data: May I suggest a course to take? We could, I think, quite safely make extinguishers from tractor beams, and stop the fire, or so it seems... Geordi: Hurray! Hurray! You've saved the day! Again I say, hurray! Hurray! Picard: Mr. Data, thank you much. You've saved our lives, our ship, and such. Troi: We still must save the Indran planet- Data: Which, by the way, is made of granite... Picard: Enough, you android. Please desist. We understand-we get your gist. But can we get our ship to go? Please, make it so, please make it so. Geordi: There's sabotage among the wires, and that's what started all the fires. Riker: We have a saboteur? Oh, no! We need to go! We need to go! Troi: We must seek out the traitor spy, and lock him up, and ask him why? Worf: Ask him why? How sentimental. I say give him problems dental. Troi: Are any Romulan ships around? Have scanners said that they've been found? Or is it Borg or some new threat that we haven't heard of yet? I sense no malice in this crew. Now what are we supposed to do? Crusher: Captain, please, the Indrans need us. They cry out, Help us, clothe us, feed us! I can't just sit and let them die! A doctor must attempt-must try! Picard: Doctor, please, we'll get there soon. Crusher: They may be dead by Tuesday noon. *Commercial break, commercial break. How long will these dumb ads take?* Worf: The saboteur is in the brig. He's very strong and very big. I had my phaser set on stun- A zzzip! A zzzap! Another one! He would not budge, he would not fall. He would not stun, no, not at all! He changed into a stranger form, all soft and purple, round and warm. Picard: Did you see this, Mr. Worf? Did you see this creature morph? Worf: I did and then I beat him fairly, hit him on the jaw-quite squarely. Riker: My commendations, Klingon friend! Our troubles now are at an end. Crusher: Now let's get our ship to fly, and orbit yonder Indran sky! Picard: LaForge, please tell me we can go...? Geordi: Yes, sir, we can. Picard: Then make it so! Author Unknown

SJTrek © Copyright Stephen Jacob, 1994-2006.