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Transcript
Panel 1:
Narrative Text: Elsewhere on the ship...
Ms. Lorraine Hulyard: Mr. Shrunt! Why are you not at your post?? And why did you issue a summons for Zurkett to return to
the bridge??
Mr. Dwayne Shrunt: Ms. Hulyard, I was looking for you. I can explain--
Burns: Unlikely! It's a complete farce, ma'am! He's yielded command back to the criminals!
Panel 2:
Shrunt: There's a serious situation. The subspace virus we thought was invented appears to be very real. I thought it best to--
Hulyard: In other words, you've been taken in by these people and their nonsense.
I thought better of you, Mr. Shrunt.
Burns: Thank you, ma'am. Yes, exactly, ma'am!
Hulyard: No one likes a brown nose, Burns.
Shrunt: Ms. Hulyard, you must listen to the facts. The Potemkin is not responding to hails and is deviating off course.
We've lost warp.
We are in a crisis situation.
Panel 3:
Commodore Jeffrey Bannister: Hi, yes! And I'm here to help explain everything. Or, well... at least explain it as well as I can
remember Zack's technical explanation!
Hulyard: Bannister! I might have known you'd be involved in this, too.
Burns: And drinking on the job, no less?
Panel 4:
Jeff: No, I'm off the job at the moment, as you might recall.
But I thought, since all your legal machinations are falling apart, some Romulan Ale might soften the blow.
Unknown Transmission: Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!
Jeff: See? Even the laugh track agrees with me.
Panel 5:
Narrative Text: And back on the bridge...
Commander Dale Zurkett: Zack, I thought you shut that off with the computers. And who even told a joke?
Zack Del Rio: I don't know... I think we're hearing laughs even if the joke came from somewhere else on the ship. It's
everywhere!
And the computer is resisting shutdown commands. I'm going to have to pull the plugs manually from engineering.
Dale: Go. And take Andre with you.
Ensign Plozz, take over tactical.
Panel 6:
Lieutenant Commander Natashia Staratt: Commander, I can only process visual sensor data, but Potemkin appears to
be accelerating again.
Dale: At this range from the planet?
Natashia: I think she's attempting to go suborbital, sir. Likely attempting a landing.
Dale: Land a Galaxy-class? They'd have better luck landing a shopping mall!
Unknown Transmission: Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!
Natashia: Ahem. Yes. Apt analogy, sir.
Panel 7:
Dale: Talia, get us as close as you can. Watch our orbit vector.
Plozz, get a tractor beam lock onto Potemkin. We need to pull them back into orbit.
Ensign Plozz: Use the tractor without computer assistance? Sir, I've never done that!
Dale: I have faith in you, Ensign.
Helmsman Talia: Don't worry, Plozz. I'll get you a point-blank shot.
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