"The Catwalk" Line-by-Line

[LeadHead]

Mayweather: Don't forget Porthos and all of the doctors animals.

 

[Orac]

Trip: You ever been through a storm as bad as this?

 

[Athena28]

TRAVIS: Ran into a Class 3 once. Had to take shelter in the ship's core. We were down there for 6 weeks.

 

[Orac]

Trip: 6 weeks?

 

[Saganistheman]

Travis: Any idea about a latrine?

 

[Orac]

Trip: Oh, I never thought about that. There are some storage lockers in the aft compartment. We ought to be able to convert a couple of them.

(they go through a hatchway into another section with control panels on the wall)

Trip: This'll be our Bridge. We're going to have to jury-rig these panels, tap them into command functions.

 

[LeadHead]

Mayweather: Mot much room for a Captains chair.

 

[Alienesse]

TUCKER: That storm must've been pretty scary.

 

[Hoshi3]

TRAVIS: We only got worried when the generators went down. We lost the grav-plating, life support. I'll never forget that look in my father's eyes. He knew we were in trouble.

 

[Athena28]

[Corridor]

ARCHER: Sorry to keep you in there so long.

 

[Saganistheman]

Tagrim: We understand.

 

[Athena28]

ARCHER: My Science Officer tells me you're from the Takret system. That's a long way from here.

 

[Orac]

Tagrim: Our work often takes us far from home.

 

[Athena28]

RENTH: We're stellar cartographers.

 

[Leandar]

Archer: Really? Once we get out of the storm maybe you can help us update our star charts.

 

[LeadHead]

Tagrim: We'd be pleased.

 

[Alienesse]

PHLOX: This way.
(the ship is a frenzy of activity. The warp injectors are being locked down. Duffle bags are being passed up the ladders to the catwalk, spacesuits are being packed and moved)

 

[Athena28]

[Sickbay]

T'POL: You're behind schedule. Do you need help?

 

[Orac]

Phlox: I understand you've allotted fifteen cubic metres for medical supplies?

 

[Athena28]

T'POL: That's correct.