He walked over to the replicator... microwave of the 24th century...
~Zev Raynor ponders the decline of modern cuisine.
"What?" James asked, surprised, "No wild boar hunts on the Serengeti? No Mugato wrestling? Maybe you're right, this isn't like Victor. What are you two doing?"
"We... dance," she said, a tiny shiver running through her at the memory of Victor's arms around her.
"Really?" James bewilderedly questioned. "Real dancing or... dancing?"
~Corgan and Angelienia discuss Victor's taste in pastimes.
"I, Litza, daughter of M'Kor, demand that I take the place of that Romulan p'tak! I demand personal tutelage, now!"
~Lamaze class...Klingon style!
"I'm allowing myself a fifteen minute homicide break." Andy snapped back at the man.
~Andrus
"You may call me Kol." he said, giving the distinct impression he was giving permission. "'Commander' is very cumbersome to shout, I'm told."
~Commander Kol, obviously.
8-ball stared for a minute at the. . .meal. . .that Kol was served. It did more than merely wriggle. It writhed and convulsed, like epileptic worms. 8-ball could see herself choking on the creatures, attempting to get them down her throat as they climbed back up for air. Then once they were safely in her stomach, 8-ball would relax, thinking the worst was over, and that later she could vomit in peace. . .but no.
Before she could purge herself of the terrifying little atrocities, they would form a rebellion in her stomach and eat her from the inside out, gnashing her skin apart with their little worm teeth. They would arise from the huge, gaping hole in her stomach and slither down her body to freedom, dragging along bits of her intestines with them to wherever their happy Gagh Land was. And then, as 8-ball lay dying on the floor from mass exsanguination, she would curse the day she had ever listened to Ella Grey, and hope that the psychotic little worms crawled in her bed and ate her flesh while laughing, "This is what you get for telling 8-ball to go on this date!"
~Kol and 8-Ball's first date
Welcome to the premier insane asylum to the stars. Please part with your sanity at the boarding gate and observe the 'no screaming' sign.
~OOC comment from Ray when welcoming aboard a new writer (Eric, specifically).
"People in hell want ice water, Legate. I suggest you start there."
~Karyn Dallas to Kylar Curran
"Do Bacteria Scream In Eclectic Fear?"
~The title of a Victor Krieghoff post
They exuded manipulation for no other reason than it seemed to be a source of enjoyment for them.
~Kylar Curran talking about women in general when Tarin Iniara wouldn't be more forthcoming.
He couldn't see anything around him of an important nature enough for him to depart the area on a whim of a female who may for all intents and purposes be attempting to seduce and strangle him in a dark corner.
~Kylar Curran voicing his suspicions when Tarin Iniara wanted to take him somewhere without explanation.
"The safety of this crew is now in our hands!"
"The safety of the crew is always in our hands."
~Jiiles and Ella
"You left a trail of bodies even a Starfleet Engineer couldn't have missed."
~Baile
“I’m not having a nervous breakdown right now,” I tell the empty room. “Not enough people have voted for me in the betting pool.”
~Ella, with an awesome reference to the Galaxy superlatives
But the thing about ghosts is that they don’t really agree all that much with how you think the world should be run. And they will be heard whether you like it or not.
~Ella Grey
"What do you want to know?"
"What do you feel comfortable telling me?"
"Nothing."
~Nara and Karyn during a counseling session.
". . .lies came as easy as breath some days."
~Ella
“You never treat me properly! You are always looking at other women, always paying more attention to them! T'lan! Tekri! That peasant trollip! Your stupid phaser! I come from a polygamous society, and even I know what adultery is! How dare you! Iwillkillyouandtearyourheadoffandshoveitintothewastedisposalunit! GAH!”
~Mika, who is apparantly not someone you want to piss off.
Intelligence officers don't blush, he reminded himself. Then he recalled that he was in Tactical now, and his face began matching colors with his uniform's collar.
~Saul, blushing again
"It's weird," Raynor noted. "I have yet to meet anyone who listens to modern music... its almost like it doesn't exist on board these starships,
~Raynor
Growing eyes in the back of one's head was currently biologically impossible.
~Eve
"I'm allowing myself a fifteen minute homicide break."
~Andrus
"For the 629th time, I am fine! Now shut up and be counseled!"
~Branwen the Counselor
The morale of her department was pretty low and Ella was no cheerleader since her mother had found the skirts that they wore trashy and Ella had never been able to do the splits.
~Ella (not a cheer leader :) )
Her eyelashes fluttered, and the universe revealed itself to her.
~Chava (written by Oded)
Nara was punching on a punching bag. As well we kicking it. Elbowing it. Kneeing it. Every conceivable way to hit something, she did it. She hadn't been in the gym much lately, and she had aggression to get out.
~Nara
His moods were in his music, and today he felt like being in the eye of the storm.
~Corgan
"Fingers can heal or be regrowned in a lab.", The voice told her, "but other things can not."
~Saul Bental. . .creepy as hell ; )
"Do you intend to shoot me, Petty Officer?" he asked.
"Uh, no sir. You just suprised me is all."
"Pity. I could have used the entertainment."
~NPOC Montoya and Kol
There had to be a way out of this. He was a senior Starfleet officer and a trained counselor, long past his days as a red-shirted ensign; surely he was beyond meaningless death by now.
~Brian Elessidil
Brian spent the next half hour or so after pissing off the guard contemplating his situation. He was locked up in some dungeon-like cell in God-knew-where on a backwater planet in Hydran space without food, water or "facilities" of any kind. He had no means of communicating with anyone outside, his captor was telepathically unreadable, and he was already over half a day late for checking in with the team.
Oh yeah, life was good.
~Elessidil
"Daren didn't like burning bridges, and he might not have to do it here, but the phantom smell of wood smoke in his mind told him otherwise."
~M'Kantu
"A long time ago, a girl I was trying to decide how I felt about summed it nicely. She told me that integrity was like virginity – once it was gone, you could never get it back again."
~M'Kantu
"Can I assume you'll just be running through the basic Starfleet requirements and procedures here," she asked, "or are you expecting more because I'm a senior officer?"
"You are human, Doctor." he replied archly. "My expectations are therefore very low.
~Kimberly Burton and Kol
"But just because I'm shorter then you doesn't mean I'm any less of a person. Besides, its not like I had a choice."
"I never said you were less of a person." The girl said and sighed. "But I can understand being something that you have no control over."
"And what are you that you can't control?" Artim replied.
"Why, I'm a genius, of course." Samantha said with a grin. "And devastatingly beautiful to boot." She sighed dramatically. "It's a curse."
~Artim and Sam
Daren sorted through another report, initialed it, and filed it electronically. Even while undergoing a competency hearing, with his ship on the far side of the Federation, Starfleet bureaucracy required him to stay on top of more paperwork than he would have expected. He'd never been court-martialed, but if this, admittedly lesser review, was anything to judge by, he couldn't help but wonder how anyone managed to see to their defense while handling it.
Except Jean-Luc Picard - he would have everything organized so neatly and in its place that a Starfleet Security Forensics Team would have been necessary to locate a misplaced microbe, much less a period or comma. Or James Kirk - he would have just piled the work up on top of a table and phasered the lot into subatomic articles, and blamed it on the Klingons or the Romulans, or some would-be all-powerful alien claiming to be an ancient Terran god that no one else had ever seen before, or would ever see again.
Daren considered his choices, and spared a pleasant moment's thought wondering if one of the nice security personnel that followed him at a distance would loan him a phaser.
~M'Kantu
"The world's more full of weeping than you can understand."
~Kiel
"I assume the console that's smoking is the one that needs to be worked on?"
"It's good to know that engineering sent me their very best and brightest."
~ Ayden O'Connor compliments Nara Roswell for a sound technical observation.
"It breaks the 36th rule of being an evil overlord 'I will not imprison members of the same party in the same cell block, let alone the same cell. If they are important prisoners, I will keep the only key to the cell door on my person instead of handing out copies to every bottom-rung guard in the prison.'"
~ Ensign Raynor reciting the 36th Rule of being an overlord. Now, a special offer - 50% discount to villains from James Bond!
"Why are ships always women anyways?"
Nara laughed, "If it were a man, we'd always be going to Risa."
~ Raynor and Nara discussing the gender of starships.
The line stretching outside the small office door marked 'Liaison to community' was a perfect example for the UFP's wide variety of species. Haggard Tellarites, wrinkled-face Ferengi with sneaky eyes like beads, Humans in business suits and Vulcans with a blank gaze that could be interpreted as either stoic or extremely bored, all sat or stood patiently, waiting for their turn to make the life of Lieutenant Commander Chen Lin miserable.
~ an excerpt from the life of a Starbase community liaison.
"I have my predispositions to this path, Empress, but your will shall come to pass." Omar bowed, never breaking eye contact.
"You always have predispositions, Omar. Let us all be thankful you are not Emperor, then."
~Empress t'Vriesu of the Rihannsu Empire chastising Proconsul Omar.
Quotes provided by Kat, Joe, Oded, Kylee, and Matt. Thanks!