[ text ]

[sexting]

Right, chaps. Cambridge here

I'm looking for a small group - a posse, if you will - of intrepid (preferably childless and unmarried) explorer and/or hero types to pop back in to the depths of that terribly interesting lab to retrieve whatever hard drives and assorted interesting bits of shit you saw there on my behalf

Reason being that there seems to be some kind of horribly intriguing and potentially nasty virus sitting around in that hardware and I do believe it warrants a bit of a poke (no jokes please, let's be professional)

Top tip: don't try anything stupid like plugging whatever pretty little bit of cybernetics you might have hardwired in to your brain straight in to it because I have a strong suspicion you'll end up thoroughly fucked

And I'm talking very thoroughly, like three orifices and both hands

You know what - let's play it safe, shall we?

- Don't press too many buttons
- Don't put your comms devices too near the equipment
- Don't even think of walking in to comms or the science department with so much as a bloody USB stick from that lab

In fact, just don't fuck with it at all - just bag it and tag it and bring it back to room 015 of passenger deck 011

Tea and medals for all upon a successful return



PRIVATE: CILLIAN QUINN
I do realise that the concept of an honest day's work is utterly abhorrent to the likes of you and I but if you fancy putting that attractive little brain of yours to work then let me know

Comments

text

[goldshirt]

I have men who'll be interested in joining you.

[as he casually pings Spock to this post.......]

casually threadjacks

[leaps]

I can go.

hi sulu

[goldshirt]

I thought you'd say that.

[leaps]

Am I getting predictable?

[goldshirt]

I'd be worried if you'd proved me wrong and hadn't said a word.

[Sulu jumping to the chase was a normalcy he clung to]

[leaps]

If I ever don't you can find me a bed in medbay.

[goldshirt]

Lets hope it never happens.

[leaps]

Fingers crossed.
Where do they need me?

[goldshirt]

Standby for now. You'll be going with Spock and whomever else Cambridge rounds up after Tyke clears the area.

[leaps]

Alright. Tell Spock to ping me.

text | oh no there were too many inappropriate responses to this

[sexting]

Joining ME? I'm not going anywhere, darling

text | just as keikaku

[goldshirt]

So you're just the coordinator?

text | it was v hard to resist

[sexting]

Something like that. I'm not much of a front-line hero type, you see. Allergies and things

text | kirk has that effect on people

[goldshirt]

Of course.

text

[sexting]

'Co-ordinator' sounds much better

text

[goldshirt]

So you're going to lead a team leader to take these people out there.

text

[sexting]

Oh dear, don't make it sound like that. I do have some experience in these things, I'm just being charmingly facetious

text | ooh dat html bb

[goldshirt]

I had no doubts. But since you said yourself you aren't going out there, if you don't have anyone else lined up I'd like to elect Commander Spock.

text | ssh no it was just a schoolboy error

[sexting]

Rather not, I have a strong suspicion that he's a bit of a dick. Besides, I was rather hoping Ms. Tyke would do me the honour

text| getting in your business

[firstofficer]

Then I shall presume you are disinterested in souvenirs.

text|

[sexting]

No, just the shiny swag, please and thank you

text|

[firstofficer]

Any and all information recovered will be subject to extensive study before individual curiosities may be entertained.

text|

[sexting]

Excuse me

text|

[firstofficer]

I am certain that anyone organized enough to structure such a suggestion would understand the issue of priority.

text|

[sexting]

Any and all information recovered WILL be subject to extensive study because I'M going to extensively study it

What the fuck did you think I was going to do it, build a computer fort in my cabin