Testing with some Riker Ipsum

Mr. Crusher, ready a collision course with the Borg ship. Fear is the true enemy, the only enemy. Well, I’ll say this for him – he’s sure of himself. I guess it’s better to be lucky than good. and attack the Romulans. Maybe we better talk out here; the observation lounge has turned into a swamp. This should be interesting. I recommend you don’t fire until you’re within 40,000 kilometers. But the probability of making a six is no greater than that of rolling a seven. And blowing into maximum warp speed, you appeared for an instant to be in two places at once. The game’s not big enough unless it scares you a little. The Enterprise computer system is controlled by three primary main processor cores, cross-linked with a redundant melacortz ramistat, fourteen kiloquad interface modules. We finished our first sensor sweep of the neutral zone. The unexpected is our normal routine. That might’ve been one of the shortest assignments in the history of Starfleet. Computer, lights up! I’m afraid I still don’t understand, sir. When has justice ever been as simple as a rule book? I suggest you drop it, Mr. Data. You enjoyed that. Travel time to the nearest starbase? What’s a knock-out like you doing in a computer-generated gin joint like this? Congratulations – you just destroyed the Enterprise.

Why don’t we just give everybody a promotion and call it a night – ‘Commander’? I’ll be sure to note that in my log. Some days you get the bear, and some days the bear gets you. I think you’ve let your personal feelings cloud your judgement. Your head is not an artifact! Captain, why are we out here chasing comets? Commander William Riker of the Starship Enterprise. We know you’re dealing in stolen ore. But I wanna talk about the assassination attempt on Lieutenant Worf. I am your worst nightmare! You’re going to be an interesting companion, Mr. Data. I’d like to think that I haven’t changed those things, sir. Smooth as an android’s bottom, eh, Data? Yes, absolutely, I do indeed concur, wholeheartedly! Fate. It protects fools, little children, and ships named “Enterprise.” About four years. I got tired of hearing how young I looked. Then maybe you should consider this: if anything happens to them, Starfleet is going to want a full investigation. You did exactly what you had to do. You considered all your options, you tried every alternative and then you made the hard choice. Now we know what they mean by ‘advanced’ tactical training. Wouldn’t that bring about chaos? 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. Could someone survive inside a transporter buffer for 75 years? Not if I weaken first. What? We’re not at all alike! Damage report! Now, how the hell do we defeat an enemy that knows us better than we know ourselves? The look in your eyes, I recognize it. You used to have it for me. How long can two people talk about nothing? Well, that’s certainly good to know. This is not about revenge. This is about justice. A surprise party? Mr. Worf, I hate surprise parties. I would *never* do that to you. Talk about going nowhere fast. The Federation’s gone; the Borg is everywhere! Shields up! Rrrrred alert! Sure. You’d be surprised how far a hug goes with Geordi, or Worf. 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. We have a saboteur aboard.

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