Five-Minute "Final Mission"
by Admiral Sab
by Admiral Sab
Picard: Ensign Crusher, report to Starfleet Academy.|
Wesley: But Captain, I'll miss you.
Picard: The feeling will be, uh, mutual.
Wesley: In that case, can I go on a final mission with you before I leave?
Picard: Ahem. I'm afraid that we have no suitable missions scheduled.
Riker: Sir, weren't you about to go mediate a mining dispute?
Picard: That will NOT be a SUITABLE mission, Number One!
Wesley: Hey, I'm not fussy.
Alien: (on viewscreen) Captain, we are in distress.
La Forge: The mining shuttle is here to pick you up, sir.
Wesley: Oh no! The shuttle is in trouble! We're going to crash!
Wesley: Let's land on that moon! It's dry and hot and barely able to support life.
La Forge: It's a radioactive garbage scow! We came all this way to take out the trash!
Worf: Commander, the mining shuttle didn't make it to the conference.
Picard: Do you have any emergency water rations?
Wesley: I'm detecting evidence of life in this cave.
Dirgo: Look -- a water fountain! (crashes into an energy barrier) Ouch!
Picard: My leg hurts. And everything else too.
Riker: How long before we finish towing away this radioactive barge?
Dirgo: I'm going to blast my way through that force-field!
Wesley: Here's a fire to warm you up.
Wesley: Wow, I really AM a genius! I deactivated the force-field and got to the water! Now I just need to figure out what to use as a cup....
Crusher: Wesley, Jean-Luc, we're here now. Did we give you two enough time to bond?
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All material © 2002, Sabrina St. John.