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driftfleet2017-07-04 02:10 pm
sonof_mogh) wrote in 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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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.