All I ask is that I get to write the Boot Camp one.


All I ask is that I get to write the Boot Camp one.
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Suddenly I picture R. Lee Ermy in a Starfleet uniform with a Smokey-the-Bear hat: "Ohhhhh, so Kirk here wants to fly a starship!? Drop and give me fifty you grabasstic waste of flesh!"
^ It's been 23 or so for me, but I'll never forget that first night as long as I live![]()
Nice!"What's your name, scumbag?"
"Sir! James T. Kirk, sir!"
(and so on...)
Starfleet Catering services - BOOK 1 - "More wine with that sir?"
With his buffet ruined and reputation on the line, crack catering specialist Ramsey must prove to the federation board of health why he's the best of the best. Meanwhile, Tuvak the chef learns that a good Plomeek soup requires more than logic and good measuring scales.
Suddenly I picture R. Lee Ermy in a Starfleet uniform with a Smokey-the-Bear hat: "Ohhhhh, so Kirk here wants to fly a starship!? Drop and give me fifty you grabasstic waste of flesh!"
"What's your name, scumbag?"
"Sir! James T. Kirk, sir!"
"T? What's the T stand for? Thumbdick?"
"Sir! No, sir! Tiberius, sir!"
"Tiberius? Well, holy shit. We've got ourselves a fucking Roman emperor here. You know the Romans were only good for two things: orgies and the second finest military force the fucking civilized world has ever seen. You best learn how to fight, Tiberius, because you don't look like you could get laid in a fucking whorehouse with gold-pressed latinum strung around your pencil neck."
"Sir. Yes, sir!"
Etc.
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Is it any good?
In The Final Reflection Earth had Earth Ground Forces, separate from Starfleet.
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