Thetean High Command

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"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!"

"...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.

"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.

Well ladies and gentlemen, ggs.
          
          "Where's Lee Harvey Oswald when you need him!"

"So what do you want me to call you? Your nameplate... Ganj-i-Sawai is a bit long."
          Cardinal took a few glances back at her as she trailed behind him. Her sails were ripped and she had a large hole in her rigging.
          
          "You could call me Gunsway, that's... what the boarders called me." She looked down at the rushing water below her feet as she remembered what Fancy and her crew did to her. It wasn't pretty.
          
          "How about Sawai? I know what it's like to be boarded and it's not fun. It's probably not as bad as what you experienced knowing pirates back in the day, but I get it." He slows down to get side by side with her and pats her on the back.
          
          "Sure. Sounds good..."

"Again, why did you buy this?"
          
          
          "Well, I didn't see why I shouldn't."
          Behind Gleaves, on a crane, was a Tomahawk missile launcher, the quad one to be exact. He looked proud of himself as it hung behind him.
          
          "You... you can't even use that!" The commander was (rightfully) in shock. It was 1983 and the damn things had just come out a year ago, Gleaves was still using guns from 1942, how in the name of god was he supposed to mount a brand new state of the art missile launcher?
          
          "Well, if I can't use it, you could always give them to Jersey, or Yorktown, or Benson! What about giving them to Bens-"
          
          "Benson is the same class as you Gleaves."
          
          "We were designed differently though, that's why I'm the leader of a subclass! Can you please, please, please, pretty please try it!"
          
          The commander's hand rose to his face as he came to terms with the decision, "Fine. I'll ask Akashi later. I'll just give the paperwork to Suffern or Swiftsure."

Any mention of 9/11 from anyone besides the ferries (John F. Kennedy, Spirit of America, John J. Marchi, Knickerbocker, etc) is to be replaced with "I thought it was a movie trailer!

Argo had gotten up at midnight for a nice cup of water. He'd turned on one of the lights in the cafeteria by the fountains but nothing else since he could make his way through the dorms just fine in the dark, then he heard shuffling and saw a glint of purple. He knew who it was so he got up and started a kettle.
          "Morning, Enterprise. Have you considered putting on some pants?"
          
          She just shrugged and made her way to the coffee machine. Must have been too tired to talk too.
          
          "Aight, I'm going back to sleep."
          He patted Enterprise on the back as he made his way back to his room.
          
          "Night."

"Lap 15 of the United States Grand Prix, Satsuki dives into turn 4, right past Tsunoda into 15th. Even with a 20 mile an hour crosswind blowing across his nosecone he's still fighting the car and his teammates. Liam Lawson is next on Satsuki's target list, just a second ahead of him! The Red Bull gang must be having some internal issues or something because Satsuki sat a decent half lap behind Tsunoda there. After getting spun in turn 1 by Alonso, he's lost a lot of time and needs to catch up fast to the leaders, which currently consist of Norris, Verstappen, and Piastri."