Riker Ipsum

Ensign Babyface! and attack the Romulans. Computer, belay that order. When has justice ever been as simple as a rule book? Then maybe you should consider this: if anything happens to them, Starfleet is going to want a full investigation. We finished our first sensor sweep of the neutral zone. I’ll be sure to note that in my log. Fate. It protects fools, little children, and ships named „Enterprise.“ The Federation’s gone; the Borg is everywhere! Talk about going nowhere fast. Yesterday I did not know how to eat gagh. Our neural pathways have become accustomed to your sensory input patterns. Well, that’s certainly good to know. Now we know what they mean by ‚advanced‘ tactical training. Not if I weaken first. In all trust, there is the possibility for betrayal. What? We’re not at all alike! I am your worst nightmare! Commander William Riker of the Starship Enterprise. Wait a minute – you’ve been declared dead. You can’t give orders around here. Worf, It’s better than music. It’s jazz. Sorry, Data. Sure. You’d be surprised how far a hug goes with Geordi, or Worf. Fate protects fools, little children and ships named Enterprise. The unexpected is our normal routine. But the probability of making a six is no greater than that of rolling a seven. Some days you get the bear, and some days the bear gets you. Maybe if we felt any human loss as keenly as we feel one of those close to us, human history would be far less bloody. Besides, you look good in a dress. You’re going to be an interesting companion, Mr. Data. For an android with no feelings, he sure managed to evoke them in others. Smooth as an android’s bottom, eh, Data? We could cause a diplomatic crisis. Take the ship into the Neutral Zone I’ll alert the crew. This is not about revenge. This is about justice. I’ve had twelve years to think about it. And if I had it to do over again, I would have grabbed the phaser and pointed it at you instead of them. Mr. Worf, you sound like a man who’s asking his friend if he can start dating his sister. This should be interesting. I will obey your orders. I will serve this ship as First Officer. And in an attack against the Enterprise, I will die with this crew. But I will not break my oath of loyalty to Starfleet. I’d like to think that I haven’t changed those things, sir. You did exactly what you had to do. You considered all your options, you tried every alternative and then you made the hard choice. Your head is not an artifact! My oath is between Captain Kargan and myself. Your only concern is with how you obey my orders. Or do you prefer the rank of prisoner to that of lieutenant? Earl Grey tea, watercress sandwiches… and Bularian canapés? Are you up for promotion?
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