Space....the final frontier- Oh what the heck, I'll cut it short. YN has join the USS Cerritos as a ensin security and who is in the lower decks with his friends. However, many think he's a human, but none know his race is something that even the Bo...
FREEMAN: Captain's Log, stardate 59393.7. Today, the Cerritos is docked at the Cosmic Duchess, an interstellar cruise ship the size of a moon. With a multitude of climate zones, theme parks and casinos, there's something for everyone. However, we are not here to relax. A nanite cluster has infested the resort, consuming metal to self-replicate. Starfleet has ordered us here to humanely capture and study the microscopic robots.
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Tendi: Ooh, we're doing pest control? Fun!
Mariner: Wow, I've never seen anyone happier to chase an unpredictable robot clump through a bunch of ducts.
Rutherford: It's great to have you back, Tendi.
T'lyn: I echo Mr. Rutherford's enthusiasm. Despite the increase in cheering, your presence is a comfort.
YN: I'm just glad she's happy to he back.
Boimler: Ooh, the Duchessis amazing. (Gasps.) One of the space casinos has a bunch of Dixon Hill slot machines.
Mariner: 240 24-hour spas, an indoor water park, and an underwater dry park? I don't even know what that is, but I'm gonna find the f-ck out.
YN: Maybe we should visit there once we clean up those nanites.
Boimler: Ooh, this is gonna be awesome. As soon as we clean up those nanites, I'm gonna-
Boimler was then interrupted when Ransom arrive to meet him.
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Ransom: Sorry, Mr. Boimler, but you and I have a little side quest we need to take care of.
Ransom does a wink.
Mariner: Ew, don't wink. Winking's gross.
Ransom: Not when I pair it with my signature smirk.
Mariner: Worse.
Boimler decided to join Ransom as they both leave.
