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12/25/2015 4:30:17 AM
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Python stood on the bridge, waiting for the transmission to come through.
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[i]"R.C.S. Picard how the hell did you make it back here?! It's been twenty thousand years!"[/i]
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"Sorry to disappoint you captain, but we're not that crew." Python tries to clean up the connection a bit, while raising shields the best he could.
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[i]"well, whoever you are, I don't know who you are or how you got hold of this ship, but that doesn't matter right now. We need you to get to safety."[/i]
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He nods. "Alright...we could help you if you need it." Python looked at the console, switching the shielding to the side of the ship opposite to wear he was receiving the transmission.
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[i]"look, all will be explained later, just get yourselves to safety!"[/i]
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"Yeah, yeah, yeah...I'm going underneath you guys, don't be scared." He starts up the engines and changes the pitch of the massive ship, leading it downwards and underneath the captains fleet. Python levels out again, behind the fleet.
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The battle rages on before them. Quite a sight, honestly. The Borgaan seem to be giving the Celestials a run for their money, but the Order gains back the upper hand when Admiral Kenzington's battlegroup warps in.
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He pulls a beer from the cooler next to him, propping his legs up on the console and taking a sip of the beer, watching the fight.
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[i]"Constitution to the Picard, regroup at station Wolf 359."[/i]
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"Mind if we tag along with you?" Python puts his beer down and gets on comms.
