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Captain's Log, Supplemental. [Jul. 10th, 2009|09:04 pm]
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Titan has been out of drydock and officially under my (ever so reluctant though it be) command for nearly a month now.

Despite my first officer's nearly irrepressible desire to test the new quantum slipstream engine, we've managed to keep a fairly slow...and therefore fairly steady...course to Deep Space Nine, where we expect to grant last shore leaves and pick up a few final crew additions.

I hope to have my head engineer and pilot aboard by the end of the week.

Then, as Dax would say in her charmingly Earth imitative manner, we put the pedal to the metal...

::holds finger over save key, debating...maybe at this point, short and sweet is best...especially since the sweet wears thin fast when certain Trill are part of the topic::

::punches it, settling back in already creaky chair with the vaguest sense of satisfaction::

From: capt_will_riker
2009-07-16 02:10 pm (UTC)
I haven't hadtime to kiss Paris tail...

::remembers own words...crew unity, crew unity::

Fine. I'll work her in.

Now...can we call it a day, Counselor?
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From: dee_troi
2009-07-16 03:28 pm (UTC)
On one condition.

::unfolds arms, reaching over to manually override destination::

We stop by the mess first and stuff my mouth with chocolate.

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From: capt_will_riker
2009-07-16 03:35 pm (UTC)
I suppose that qualifies as a gag.

::gives grin as return for annoyed look, grabbing a hand and tucking it protectively into own...off duty, protocol be damned::

::sweeps other hand out when lift door opens again, in general direction of ship's social hub::

Lead the way, Mrs. Riker.
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