Posted Feb. 20, 2020, 3:11 a.m. by Lieutenant Junior Grade Hegush Falz (Chief of Operations) (Cass Young)
Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Gong’Da (Chief Medical Officer) in Gong’da in the holodeck (Anyone can enter)
Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Hegush Falz (Chief of Operations) in Gong’da in the holodeck (Anyone can enter)
Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Gong’Da (Chief Medical Officer) in Gong’da in the holodeck (Anyone can enter)
Gong’da pressed the com button for the holodeck. “What would you like”? Said ther computer. “Run Gong’da program 101.”
“Unable to recognize request.”
“Run Gong’da program 101.” He said louder.
“Unable to recognize request.”
Gong’da got mad and yelled so that people down both corridors could hear him. “Run Gong’da program 101!”
“Unable to recognize request.”Gong’da fumed and with every jump he yelled directly into the com. “Run.......Gong’.... da......pro....gram.....10…1!” He stopped and panted. “Processing. Program ready. Enjoy. “
Gong’da just looked at the com in disgust as he walked in.The room was the bridge of a Ferengi warship. He made his way to the center chair and rubbed the leather and smiled before sitting down nice and slow.
He saw the other Ferengi bridge crew and started barking orders. “Helm! Take us to the Klingon capital so we may do our best. ” He grinned.
Gong’da CMO
At that the doors to the holodeck opened up and Falz stumbled onto the Ferengi bridge in a toga. “PAUSIAS!” he bellowed, “Where are… yoouuu…” Falz trailed off, taking stock of his surrounding. This didn’t look anything like the marble structures of ancient earth Greece that he had been expecting. Nor did it look like Ensign Waters toga party.
Lt. (j.g.) Hegush, COO
Gong’da looked up from the Da’Mons chair and smiled. “Good evening Hegush! You look very........different than normal.” Said the small Ferengi in a Ferengis command uniform surrounded by other Ferengi. “Can we help you?”
Gong’da CMO
OOC: Apologise work has kept me busy.
IC: “This isn’t a toga party?” he blinked, rubbing at his temples as if the Ferengi vessal would be gone at the end of it. His head throbbed mildly, no more than it did after he’d been drinking. “What day is it?”
Lt. (j.g.) Hegush, COO
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