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CPT.ARCHER has created channel: NX01 ENT Senior Officers.

 

CPT.ARCHER has added COM.TUCKER, SUB.T’PALLT.REED, ENS.MAYWEATHER, ENS.SATO and DR.PHLOX.

 

CPT.ARCHER: This channel is strictly for communication purposes only, please refrain from using it as a social network. I’d hate to have to explain to the Vulcan High Command why my officers are filling official channels with “trivial conversation”.

 

COM.TUCKER: Cap’n Archer, you wound me. Have ye so little faith in your bridge crew?

 

SUB.T’PAL: I do believe this is what the Captain was referring to as “trivial conversation”.

 

COM.TUCKER: Aw, shucks. Did I break the rules already?

 

T’PAL: Might I remind you that these channels are monitored by Star Fleet Command?

 

DR.PHLOX: I think having written logs to document interpersonal communications during long term voyages would be rather enlightening.

 

COM.TUCKER: What he said.

 

SUB.T’PAL: Your command of language never ceases to amaze, Commander.

 

COM.TUCKER: Don’t you have a sensor grid to calibrate?

 

CPT.ARCHER: Trip. Last I checked, you still need had some scratches in the paint job that need to be covered.

 

COM.TUCKER: Yessir. Right away Cap’n.

 

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LT.REED: Are we not going to ask how the Suliban managed to sneak aboard without notice?

 

ENS.SATO: No. I was too distracted by how they were turning invisible and crawling around the dark medbay.

 

ENS.MAYWEATHER: That’s another thing. How’d they know how to turn off the power?

 

COM.TUCKER: That’s somethin’ I wouldn’t mind knowing either…

 

CPT.ARCHER: I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but we’re missing our Klingon friend, and I’d really prefer to return him without the Vulcan’s help.

 

ENS.SATO: Sorry Captain. I was talking about my newly gained trauma with @DR.PHLOX, but I’ll get right back to my station.

 

ENS.MAYWEATHER: Wait. Isn’t Phlox doing an autopsy?

 

ENS.SATO: I’m not paying attention to that, right now. I’m still trying to translate what Klaang said.

 

ENS.SATO: Phlox is now talking to the corpse...

 

ENS.SATO: Alright, I’m leaving! Dr.Phlox is moving stuff around in this guy’s chest and the noises are making me queasy.

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ENS.MAYWEATHER: So…@LT.REED...How about that alien station on Rigel X…

 

LT.REED: I’m afraid you’ll need to be more specific…

 

ENS.MAYWEATHER: Y’know, the bar with all the dancers…

 

LT.REED: What about it?

 

ENS.MAYWEATHER: I think one of those lovely ladies you were watching was actually a dude…

 

LT.REED: I was most certainly not watching any of those dancers.

 

LT.REED: I was on duty.

 

ENS.MAYWEATHER: Nah, I distinctly remember you watching the dancers while we were waiting for information.

 

ENS.SATO: It’s nothing to be embarrassed about, Malcolm, it happens to everyone. And no one would care if you batted for the other team.

 

LT.REED: That’s not...! You’re misreading the situation!

 

ENS.SATO: Are we?

 

LT.REED: Yes!

 

ENS.MAYWEATHER: Really, though?

 

LT.REED: Unnecessarily so! Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to go to recalibrate the torpedoes.

 

LT.REED has logged off.

 

ENS.MAYWEATHER: Recalibrate the torpedoes he says. ;^)

 

ENS.SATO: Mhmmmmm. ;^)

 

DR.PHLOX: Is sexuality still a sensitive topic on Earth?

 

ENS.SATO: Not as much as it used to be, but some people can be more...reserved about it.

 

ENS.MAYWEATHER: Especially when one Lieutenant Reed has a stick shoved up their ***.

 

DR.PHLOX: Fascinating! I must ask Dr. Lucas about this in more detail when I message him next!

 

DR.PHLOX has logged off.        

 

COM.TUCKER is online.

 

COM.TUCKER: What in tarnation! I leave for FIVE minutes, and now Malcolm is questioning his sexuality. Why can’t y’all get along?

 

SUB.T’PAL: Your assessment of the situation is incorrect. It was Ensigns Sato and Mayweather who were inquiring as to Lieutenant Reed’s sexuality, to which there was no determinate response.

 

COM.TUCKER: Thanks…

 

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CPT.ARCHER is online.

 

CPT.ARCHER: Well. I think I’ve had more than enough Klingons today.

 

COM.TUCKER: Seconded, Cap’n.

 

SUB.T’PAL: With your species’ inclination to interfering with others’ affairs, I find myself in agreement.

 

ENS.SATO: I can’t wait to study their language in more depth. There are so many dialects, it could take me months before I can talk to them properly!

 

CPT.ARCHER: I think you’ll get your chance to practice with natives more than your fair share if we keep encountering them like this.

 

ENS.MAYWEATHER: If our mission goes as planned, you’ll have more than just Klingon to learn.

 

CPT.ARCHER: Then I suppose you should look up from your console and make sure we don’t crash into anything.

 

ENS.MAYWEATHER: Yes sir! Sorry, sir!

 

COM.TUCKER: Amateurs.

 

SUB.T’PAL: Commander, I’m picking up an antimatter build up in the port nacelle.

 

COM.TUCKER: AW, HELL!!!

 

COM.TUCKER has logged off.

 

LT.REED: I’m not picking up any antimatter buildups.

 

SUB.T’PAL: I believe, as Commander Tucker would say, “Amateurs”.

ENS.SATO: XD

 

ENS.MAYWEATHER: RFLMAO

 

CPT.ARCHER: Maybe there’s hope for you yet.