Part 2: PAGE 02
Bugger this universe.
This crew is a bloody shambles. After our last away mission to Topanga III, the indigenous 48-hour life cycle population epidemically suffer from the beard virus (guess who couldnt keep it in his spacepants again!). Lieutenant Commander Worf keeps "accidentally" missing the "friendly hail" button and hitting "fire all phaser banks", and Data has to cry on someones shoulder every five minutes because his emotion chip is on the fritz.
Its days like this, all a man has to make it to the next decimal point is this confiscated bottle of illegal Bajoran Prophets Snort. 220% alcohol? That cant be righ
Bloody space hell, is that the time? Heads killing me.
Anyway, seems like weve got a distress call from some out-of-way solar observatory. Place is unstable and weve no idea if theres hostile aliens present. Ive decided to send an away team consisting of Commander Riker. If he doesnt come back, Im going to have Chief OBrien grow out his beard. I doubt anyone'll notice the difference.
Cmdr. Riker at Amargosa - Blip // Viddler // Youtube
Blip // Viddler // Youtube