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driftfleet2017-07-04 02:10 pm
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001 first log [video/action]
Who: Worf and you.
Broadcast: Open.
Action: Marsiva kitchen.
When: Now. 4th of July.
[The feed cuts in showing a rather irritated Klingon tasting some of the "space gel" that the crew are forced to eat as a substitute to real food. He's in the kitchen, having had no choice but to tear himself away from all the memories and strange rooms aboard the ship. Worf isn't good dealing with odd situations like staring into someone's past or trying to get his head around things like that.]
How can anyone call this food? It is tasteless and lacks everything real food has! This is nothing compared to Gagh.
[That's Klingon food. Worms that are alive and move a lot.]
This show has gone on long enough. I demand to know what is happening and why there are these strange memories of people being shown in rooms. If you were a man I would kill you where you stand!
[He's targeting his anger at the network, hoping to get his rage across to the Atroma; his captors. Maybe Worf is just annoyed at the food selection and lack of prune juice. It seems he wants to pick a fight with something or someone.]
Broadcast: Open.
Action: Marsiva kitchen.
When: Now. 4th of July.
[The feed cuts in showing a rather irritated Klingon tasting some of the "space gel" that the crew are forced to eat as a substitute to real food. He's in the kitchen, having had no choice but to tear himself away from all the memories and strange rooms aboard the ship. Worf isn't good dealing with odd situations like staring into someone's past or trying to get his head around things like that.]
How can anyone call this food? It is tasteless and lacks everything real food has! This is nothing compared to Gagh.
[That's Klingon food. Worms that are alive and move a lot.]
This show has gone on long enough. I demand to know what is happening and why there are these strange memories of people being shown in rooms. If you were a man I would kill you where you stand!
[He's targeting his anger at the network, hoping to get his rage across to the Atroma; his captors. Maybe Worf is just annoyed at the food selection and lack of prune juice. It seems he wants to pick a fight with something or someone.]
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And while he couldn’t offer something more appetizing for the man, Remy was mentally debating if to offer something else, worried it might be seen as insulting instead… and he really didn’t want to make an enemy of a Klingon. But given the chance to speak a language he spoke and enjoyed, Remy would want someone to do that for him.
So here went nothing.] nuqneH qaleghneS. [It really wasn’t the kindest of languages, quite different from the French Remy was so use to breaking into.] Don’t quite keep Gagh ‘round these parts, but ya may get lucky on one of our stop overs ‘nd there be something similar to it. Been able to find a few spices close to those I know back home on some of our stop overs.
As for the ‘show’, we all stuck in this together ‘nd don’t got ‘ny real control over it. All part of bein’ held by our hosts here. Happened before as well, shouldn’t be happenin’ too much longer before we back on our ships ‘nd headin’ to a new planet.
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[It sounded as if this man knew of it, the way he went on about the food. Worf hated the idea about being stuck on the ship without being able to leave when he wanted. He had to contact DS9 and get home somehow...]
We should not be held hostage against our will. Has no one challenged these captors of ours?
[He wanted to pick a fight with these Atroma for real.]
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Or deep fried, everything was better deep fried.]
As for the Atroma, it kinda hard to fight against something ya can't find. We get feeds of them, they move us 'bout... give us oxygen 'nd food, but don't think 'nyone ever came in contact with one. 'nd while I think some have tried takin' their anger out on the ships, I ain't big on the idea of pullin' apart the very things keepin' us alive in deep, dark, space.
It ain't my normal choice of actions either, but 'til we get an option to do 'nything 'bout it, all can really do is sit back, try 'nd keep skills sharpened, 'nd wait.
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Wait? For what? Why don't we all fight against these Atroma and demand for them to place us back where we came from? We should not be made to wait here like cowards and do nothing!
[Surely, there were some who would gladly seek out these Atroma and fight them?]
Who are you? I am Worf, son of Mogh.
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And he hated to think of missing out on the chances to meet those from other worlds and all the memories he had built up with them.] Well, first off, kinda hard to make such plans when they can monitor every one of ya broadcasts 'nd ya daily life. 'nd second, some don't want to leave here. Some don't have worlds to go back to, this all they got left. 'nd others have made their life on the Fleet. [Remy offered a shrug at the end of it, not wanting to speak too much for others on this topic.]
'm Remy LeBeau, [Oh, and why not add on:] Of Earth, early twenty first century.