Message from Starfleet Command: Report your whereabouts IMMEDIATELY.
I have been asked by the chief of staff of Starfleet Command to pass this message along. We were transmitting the designs for a new transwarp drive prototype to your ship moments ago, and the link went dead. Please confirm your whereabouts and provide your location at the time of transmission termination so that we may send an exploratory mission to examine the interference.
Lt. Commander Nominee Moist
Captain, U.S.S. Moisturizer
Deep Space Delta Fleet
(OOC: The server just died. Where were you in-game and what were you doing when the server exploded?)
Authenticate- Yankee 2 Serria Tango Zulu 3
Martin G. Blackwheel
Captain, U.S.S. Lexington
[Moist cracks a plastic tube, removes a paper.]
"Wow, this is oldschool."
[Moist reads from the paper.]
"Captain Blackwheel, I believe your message is authentic and I respond with our authentication code HIP-POP-OTAM-MUS. ... Hippopotamus?"
"YOU GUYS! IS THIS A JOKE?"
[Moist visibly :mad: 's]
Screen goes dark.
Location was Memory Alpha
Hate to be a rule stickler, but those scientists at Memory Alpha just gets one in a non-cooperative mood. But, then again there was this time back when I as a cadet...(trails off in some boring old man speech) :eek:
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