"Hell we didn't land on the Galaxy, the Galaxy landed on us!"
- David D. talking with Martin on our out-of-character listserver about this RPG's attraction to writers.

Then the silence came hurrying back. Like it had forgotten that it was supposed to be silent.
- Ethan Suder describing the planet Quentin in its post-apocalyptic state after they landed (Tumbleations).

"This is not quite the first 'mission' I would have chosen, a jaunt to some planetary brothel."
- Savar, shortly after joining the RPG.

"Okay! An interdimensional group of animals sent me to help save the universe."
- Kira Murphy, under torture.

As she looked around at all the smiling faces, she wondered what action she could take on all these people that wasn't against Federation protocol. A long list of words entered her head, some Trill, small amount Vulcan, mostly Klingon, all of which offensive.
- Dhanishta Eshe

A lackluster graduate of the Academy class of '74, Rebecca's career had been a in essence a comedy of errors, one after the other. If she were more poetic, she might have described the experience as a piece of driftwood caught on a rushing tidal-wave that while it swept her into ever higher levels of achievement and promotion, at the same time destroyed everything in its path leaving a wake of death and devastation.

Not the literary sort, however Rebecca merely thought of it as an 'icky' experience.
- Rebecca von Ernst

OPS is a high-stress job.

The resource allocation and functionality of an entire starship, especially one as large as the Galaxy, are basically all in the hands of the OPS officer on duty. Don't press the wrong button kiddos, or the ship could suddenly explode.

Such were the thoughts of one helluva bored Curtis as he checked the sensors for the 50th time since Alpha shift started.
- Curtis Geluf

"T-the arboretum."

"Ahhh... the j-jefferies tube on stardrive d-deck 10, near t-the l-lateral sensor arrays...."

"Main replicator control. Please don't kill me."

"N-not h-here. I d-don't know w-where."

"Oh God, you're... him. No, I, ah... I didn't mean it that way. I just... Who? Oh! Ummm... Main Engineering. Yes, Main Engineering."

"No, I'm not answering that, especially for *him.* You tell him to go... Oh crap, he's right behind me isn't he? Quarters. She's gone to her quarters."
- Various responses given Victor Krieghoff as he searched for Ella Grey.

"Nah." the other replied. "He's just got a thing for Deck Eighteen, everyone knows that."

"What happened on Deck Eighteen that gets him excited?"
- Random Crewmember question regarding Ethan Suder.

"By the way sir, we have a new Captain."

"Yes, I know. I hope he's less of a hot head then Brhode (Pronounced Wrong.)"

"Sir. It was pronounced Brhode (pronounced correctly)."

"I KNOW Ensign....Its just that my time here on Risa, to use an older more vulgar term, sucked."
- Klaus Fienberg

Unbeknowst to the starfleet men, Pat, the evil Transvestite Bartender was behind a dune with a blowdart gun.
- Klaus Fienberg

Vladimir's eyes narrowed "Your loggin' is sloggin' the job, Mister Fienberg. So may I patiently ask you to do the following... First - shut up your stinking mouth. Second - Leave computer alone, leading to the third - STOP LOGGING ANYTHING! Fourth - get back to your job and if you only dare to show your nose to me while NOT working - you will spend the rest of your miserable, foul, pathetic life brushing toilets clean with toothbrushes! Got it?!"
- Vladimir Malgin issuing his usual warm welcome to Klaus Fienberg

“I’m getting…….” She thought of the most unvulcan term for drunk, “plastered.” She concluded.
- Dhanishta Eshe

"Look here." he said excitedly "Real close by. . . some sort of organic jelly-like substance possessing carbon based structures, caustic enzymes, and traces of hemoglobin."

Rebecca narrowed her eyes.

"As a matter of fact. . . . " Blather stooped , running his tricorder over the ground at Rebecca's feet, its almost right in front of you. . .some sort of mucous-like jelly. . . ."

"THATS ENOUGH." Rebecca ordered rapidly, figuring out he was scanning her snot.
- Ensign Blather excited about detecting Rebecca von Ernst's 'organic material' on the otherwise dead Quentin.

"Gee. . ." he exclaimed in wonder peering over the top of her head at the floor below.

"Very astute James. " Rebecca said, "It is a 'G'."
- Rebecca von Ernst and James Corgan upon discovering the Galaxy's saucer section registry label buried in a cavern.

"Come, my voluntary mute with little need of religion! Let us eat ice cream and drown our sorrows...you haven't spoken of any sorrows in which you need to drown, but everybody has sorrows, so. . .away to ice cream, my friend! To get closer to Jesus and save our souls, we must eat the food of the gods. . .chocolate."
- 8Ball Hunter to Ella Grey

Curran arrived without incident, with the exception of a few rowdy Enlisted personnel who'd somehow found their way onto the main turbolift to the Bridge. Fortunately, Deputy Streely showed up and chased them out. Curran couldn't figure out how the idiot had done it, until the stench of rotting eggs drifted to his nostrils. As the turbolift doors slid shut, he caught a glance from the El Magnifico winking at him from afar, cupping his forefinger and thumb into an 'O' and raising his three remaining fingers behind.

Now the whole damn bridge thought he dropped a rose when he exited the lift onto the Bridge. Damn that Streely!
- Kylar Curran

"Vanguards, we have permission to launch. Once we're out there, orders are for a hemispherical defense field, scanners on full. We don't know what hit us, or if it's gonna do it again, but we're Galaxy's first line of defense. We need to give those folks in Engineering time for this bird to be able to defend herself. Break by wing pairs after launch, and keep an eye one each other. Vanguard One out."
- Corran Rex on Vanguard's first launch

"Well, see, I'd love to do that sir. But I've just had a little conversation with White Knights Lead -" Corran broke off as he had to put all his attention into evading another minitorp spread. "Sorry about that, Galaxy. Anyways, White Knights Leader doesn't seem inclined to stop shooting at us. If we stop, we're all dead. I'm more than willing to take an alternative to that."
- Corran Rex, when the dogfighting started with the fighter squads of the other Starfleet ships at the scene.

It was true that jamaharon was definitely relaxing to a greater extent than meditation was. The unfortunate fact that he had not experienced sexual relations for an extremely long time only enhanced the great experience.
- Ramir Omar

"I was relaxing," Savar said to the senator. When Omar glanced at his rather decorative Horga'hn Statue with a questioning look then Savar hastily added to the sentence. "My methods of relaxation are rather different from yours."
- Savar and Omar

Curran shook his head. He almost wished Brhode was here. *Almost*.
- Kylar Curran

"Authorization? I have to be *authorized* to resign my commission? I knew BuPers was ludicrously overdoing it with the latest regulations revisions, but this is a real winner."
- Victor Krieghoff

"Something wrong Chief?"

"As a matter of fact there is." He sighed and rubbed some sweat off of his head with his arm. He hesitated a moment longer and then came out with it. "I have this... problem. I tore my sleeve on my uniform a few moments ago." He said pointing at his sleeve where the fabric had been ripped. "I kinda liked this uniform. Been through a lot, you know?"
- Ethan Suder and Dhanishta Eshe

“You know about the Galaxy right, nicknamed the 'Love Boat'." He paused and straightened his uniform again. "With good reason to I guess." He said frowning again and staring at the pile before him. "I doubt there's many people that haven't dated or made out with someone else. The ship has a raging, sexual, hormonal atmosphere to it.”
- Suder to Eshe

"The Romulan Empire has a long and illustrious history of expanding to include more primitive species and bringing them the benefit of our culture, civilisation and technological advancements. The Federation prefers to jealously gate-keep its knowledge and refinements, choosing only to contact other species when they become a significant threat, it seems. Of course, they claim that these policies are there to 'protect' the primitive species from 'contamination' - but, of course, as soon as First Contact is initiated, 'contamination' occurs immediately and exponentially -- this really is a poor excuse! They cite cases in the past where entire cultures have been altered drastically by a few careless acts, as if this justifies their mean-spiritedness. The fact is, if they had chosen to instead make contact with the backwards races and enlighten them, their futures would have been bright instead of bleak. But no, the learned Federation knows best. Every planet must go through the same cycle of destruction and deprivation that worlds like Earth endured. Such nonsense.
- Sub-Commander Savar

~”Jesus f**king Christ on a f**king pogo stick!”
- James Corgan

If it wasn't for the excellent skills of the pilot, they surely would've been torn apart and toasted while playing out their last minutes as miniature meteors.
- Michael McDowell

Savoie turned his head and silently shot the Kerelian a glance as if he'd just asked if he'd just said he could go for some hot gagh.
- Jeremy Savoie

"Death." He pronounced darkly, wiping the leftover tears from his eyes. "Undercurrents, ripples coming to the surface spilling through the air in temporal flux." He looked at all of them, trying to gauge a reaction, and then continued to speak. "I sense death, emanating from it, an oncoming storm that wasn't prepared for."
- Adrian An'quinsos

Gopherlike in their reaction, the security staff popped up their heads and looked around. It was reaction more than anything else, much less useful, to look up at the red, flashing warning lights to see what was going wrong. But look they did, and the red angry glare screamed at the men and women of Starfleet Security to move out. That following split second, the men and women dashed out of coffee tables, seats, desks, and sprung from whatever tasks they were doing and RAN.
- Unknown

Like most Nietzcheans he figured this would be another hug and love get to know you session with the captain.
- Saladin Bolivar

For hours it waited, sitting out the quakes without a single sign of fear as the ferocity of the quakes increased. It watched with mild amusement as the visitors craft was half eaten by the barren earth, as if the earth did not like the taste but was reluctant to spit it out. If it took another bite perhaps it would get the taste for it! The watcher mused.
- The Watcher

"Men. Can't live with them, can't jettison them into space."

"At least not without paperwork."
- Ella Grey and Karyn Dallas

"Silly regulations." Rebecca mused. "What harm can come from messing with a dumb pile or rocks?"
- Von Ernst, after it is shown that throwing rocks into a time portal CAN make a difference.

Flashing the torch round some more she looked for anything she could use as a bandage.

Dhanis top became another inch shorter!
- Dhanishta Eshe on Quentin after surviving the crash of the Galaxy

"NEGOTIATIONS BREAK DOWN DUE TO MISUNDERSTANDINGS... AND A ROCK TO THE HEAD."
- The Guardian, written by James Corgan

Thanks go out to Mekaela, David D., and Chris D. for contributing quotes.