I want to quit my job and play Star Trek Online more.
Even when I sleep I see my ship, my crew, even when I snore.
Spinning, changing speeds, firing all phasers, torpedoes bursting hulls.
Space combat is for the aggressive me and it's never dull.
Coordination, proper weapons, shields and items to keep me alive.
My Away Team is comprised of me and the best officers I could find, a fist, total count...five.
My ship, my beautiful ship. I've given her my best and she's given me her best.
Powerful weapons, shields, equipment for the crew to use, better than the rest.
I want to quit my job and play Star Trek Online.... more.
"Dodge em!! Dodge em!!! Dodge the damn torpedoes!!"
"Get away from him, he's going to EXPLODE!!!!"
"Science officer to the teleporter for an away team mission. No, not that one, the one with the tricorder."
"Excuse me, but Tactical Officer, did you say you do NOT have High Yield? What the hell?"
"I'd rather fight Klingons than Orions. Klingons are a bunch of pansies compared to Orions."
"What the hell? Did he just throw a rock at me?"
"Come get some big boy. What you fail to realize is that I'm dragging a mine field !!"
"Congratulations Ensign, you are being promoted to Lieutenant. Serve the ship well and you will live."