Discussion in 'The Next Generation' started by LeadHead, Jul 4, 2012.
Riker: Perhaps we should pay a visit to the Tripoli.
(another short but slow journey)
Dokachin: In all the time that the Zakdorn have operated this depot, nothing has ever been lost. Never.
WORF: Approaching the coordinates of the Tripoli, sir.
Riker: On screen.
And once again, it's empty space they see.
(more empty space)
DOKACHIN: I do not understand this. This is not possible. We beam goods to the Tripoli on a regular schedule. There was a shipment yesterday. Another is set for today. It must be there.
Riker: When's the next transport?
DOKACHIN: Just over two hours from now. A shipment of deuterium storage tanks.
Riker: Ensign, align the Enterprise so we appear to be one of the abandoned ships. Mister La Forge, when we're in position, shut down the engines and all systems except sensors and life support.
LAFORGE: Aye, sir.
Riker: I've a feeling somebody's going to be here to receive those storage tanks. I'd be very interested to know who that is.
DATA: These quarters were obviously intended for one crewmember, sir. There is but a single sleeping space.
Picard: I'm sure the Klingons found it amusing to put us in here together.
DATA: Since I do not require sleep, I propose you take the shelf, sir. I am content to stand.
PICARD: Very well, Mister Data. Thank you.
(Picard lies down on the metal shelf with a bulkhead only just above his head)
DATA: Are you comfortable, sir?
PICARD: I suppose so.
DATA: Good night, Captain. Sleep well, sir.
PICARD: Thank you....... What are you doing?
DATA: Sir? Was I making noise, sir?
PICARD: No, not exactly-
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