ButACrusader

"Here we are in Shanghai for the Chinese Grand Prix. First row of the grid is Lewis Hamilton and..."
          	
          	Jamaica sat in his Williams, tapping the edge of the steering wheel as his race engineer walked off. The race was about to start. Luckily, he started 19th instead of 22nd as usual. Maldonado qualified 13th though...
          	
          	"Radio check."
          	
          	He pressed a button on his wheel and responded.
          	
          	"Loud and clear, why though? The radio was just fine this morning?"
          	
          	"You looked a little tense buddy. Look, just get those divebombs and we'll be fine."
          	
          	He glanced at the Williams section of the pit wall, his crew chief giving him a reassuring thumbs up.
          	Then the first light lit. 
          	Then the second.
          	Third, fourth, and fifth.
          	Waiting for the lights felt like an eternity.
          	
          	"The lights are out and away we go! There's Alonso into second, Hamilton around the outside, Nico Rosberg trying to shuffle himself on the inside, get that outside line for turn two. Lots of movement in the middle of the pack, Satsuki who got dropped from 19th to 21st on the start leaps into 13th! He's ahead of his teammate now, as to be expected from the rookie this race. It's bloody amazing how he manages to find these little gaps no one else can and exploit them at the start. The leaders have settled into a rythym but Perez, Button, and Gutiérrez are three wide into turn four, THROUGH GOES SATSUKI INTO 10TH PLACE! ANOTHER BRILLIANT DIVEBOMB FROM THE ROOKIE OF THE YEAR!"

ButACrusader

"Here we are in Shanghai for the Chinese Grand Prix. First row of the grid is Lewis Hamilton and..."
          
          Jamaica sat in his Williams, tapping the edge of the steering wheel as his race engineer walked off. The race was about to start. Luckily, he started 19th instead of 22nd as usual. Maldonado qualified 13th though...
          
          "Radio check."
          
          He pressed a button on his wheel and responded.
          
          "Loud and clear, why though? The radio was just fine this morning?"
          
          "You looked a little tense buddy. Look, just get those divebombs and we'll be fine."
          
          He glanced at the Williams section of the pit wall, his crew chief giving him a reassuring thumbs up.
          Then the first light lit. 
          Then the second.
          Third, fourth, and fifth.
          Waiting for the lights felt like an eternity.
          
          "The lights are out and away we go! There's Alonso into second, Hamilton around the outside, Nico Rosberg trying to shuffle himself on the inside, get that outside line for turn two. Lots of movement in the middle of the pack, Satsuki who got dropped from 19th to 21st on the start leaps into 13th! He's ahead of his teammate now, as to be expected from the rookie this race. It's bloody amazing how he manages to find these little gaps no one else can and exploit them at the start. The leaders have settled into a rythym but Perez, Button, and Gutiérrez are three wide into turn four, THROUGH GOES SATSUKI INTO 10TH PLACE! ANOTHER BRILLIANT DIVEBOMB FROM THE ROOKIE OF THE YEAR!"

ButACrusader

"All that I've suffered, all that I've been through. I've served this earth for LONGER THAN YOU'VE LIVED! And I ask for 5 days of vacation time, and I get COURT MARTIALED for BETRAYING THE FEDERATION!?"
          Argo slams his fist on the Admiral's desk, the various items jumping, and his coffee being spilled. 
          
          "Look Argo, I understand that you're frustr-"
          
          Argo's voice falls to a whisper as he bends over the desk and stares into the Admiral's eyes with the anger of a thousand suns.
          "You understand? You think you can understand the centuries I've dedicated to this planet, and it's people, Admiral? You really think you can understand."
          He jabs a finger at his chest, making him roll back a little in his office chair. 
          
          Then he stands, rolling his eyes and turning away to make haste towards the door. His coat swishing behind him, he walks off mumbling something about politics.

ButACrusader

"There's Satsuki in the number 56, pulling off an amazing defence against a Mercedes, he pulled a switchback through turns 11 and 12, next up is a Force India and he edges him out onto the grass, and then a Lotus, it's another switchback from Satsuki and he holds fourteenth!!!"

ButACrusader

"Who is that, Jamaica Satsuki around the outside of Valterri Bottas, with DRS on he's behind a group 3 wide down the front stretch in Australia! Hamilton brakes late, Vettel runs into the sand, and Webber- THROUGH GOES SATSUKI! He's got DRS again past Mark Webber and the Williams takes 7th, 4 overtakes in the last sector! Unbelievable!"

ButACrusader

"New York just got snow today, can you imagine that"
          
          "Hah. I literally can't!" Cardinal said walking through 3 feet of snow. "We need some induction heaters or something in the piers so the entire damn dock doesn't freeze over. What the hell!"

ButACrusader

"...And let me play, among the stars.. Let me see what spring is like on Jupiter and Mars."
          The door opens and in walks Monarch. 
          
          "You're far better at singing than I expected, Commander." Her voice is quite matter-of-factly, although with a hint of amusement and the slightest grin on her face. She was basically a Vulcan before they were thought of and put on Star Trek. Or at least that's how she sounded.
          
          The commander lets a sigh, either of relief or tiredness as he puts down his pen, and holds his face. "Why thank you. So, why have you decided to come here today?"
          
          She straightens her posture to respond, "I've got the patrol records of the past month sir, it's the 28th." The folder lands on his desk with a soft thud, much to the contrary of everything else this month.
          
          "Alright, thanks. Go have fun. Unless you wanna help me with these."
          
          "No Commander, I'll be having tea with the Queen. Have a good evening." And just like that, she was gone.

ButACrusader

"Fly me to the moon..."
          
          "Huh. You must really like that song, don't you Whisky? You've been playing it nonstop since we left the Alpha quadrant."
          
          The yellow AI materialized herself and responded in a matter of fact tone, "Not much else to do out here, no Enterprise or the doctor. Well, I'm the doctor now."
          
          "Fair enough." Argo shrugs and stretches on his lounge chair, getting up then making his way out the door.