posted on July 17th, 2012, 4:00 pm
I'll take 2 because the cat looks like mine.
“What are we doing here, Jim, I have important patients to be dealing with,” complained Bones, with a gruff tone of voice.
“Easy, Bones, we’re here for a briefing by our new sector commander; we’re getting new orders. Apparently the war with the Klingons isn’t going so well and we’re getting a more ‘logical mind’ to deal with our strategy,” replied Kirk.
“I’m a doctor, not a command officer, why should I care about our mission?” said Bones, with an even gruffer tone.
Kirk opened his mouth as if to rebut his often stubborn friend, but the sound of the doors sliding open silenced him as they entered the makeshift theatre.
Kirk whispered, “quiet, Bones, I don’t want him knowing we’re late to this briefing, he’ll just lecture us about ‘human weaknesses’ and insult our species, let’s just sneak in at the back, shall we?”
McCoy offered only a gruff snarl of begrudging acquiescence from his throat.
“… the time has come for a change in the way the Federation is run. The current leadership wastes much of our resources in the illogical pursuit of war with the Klingons; they demonstrate the familiar human weaknesses and an inability to act decisively. That is why the responsibility of leading the Federation should be placed upon a member of a clearly superior race. I will take control of the Federation with the use of this ship, and eventually plant explosives on Praxis, destroying their key source of energy and decisively ending the war; it is the most logical course of action. You will follow my orders to the letter; this ship will be the start of the revolution. If you have any questions, feel free to direct them to the lowly creature assigned to carry me and clean my litter box, I believe his name is Spock,” said Whiskers, self proclaimed leader of the Federation.
