[SCENE:  ISS Titanic Main Engineering.  Chief Engineer Merlin and a motley crew of Bynars, Klingons, Ferengi and jawas are hovering over a command console, checking & re-checking intermix figures.  On the other side of the console, Captain Korrioth watches with great interest.
Merlin looks up at Korrioth.]
MERLIN:  Almost there, Captain.  Cross-checking a couple of equations now.
KORRIOTH:  Speed is not as critical as accuracy, Wizard.  I like pain as much as the next Klingon, but purple-white Force™ lightnimg bolts give me hives.
MERLIN:  Pepper has something for that, as I recall…
[Korrioth glares at Merlin]
MERLIN:  …but your point is well taken, sir.  This warp drive won’t collapse in deep space like the last one did.  On that, you have my word.
KORRIOTH:  See to it, Engineer.  I’ll be on the br…
[The doors to Engineering slide open, revealing Lord Darth Venomous and a slightly taller, hooded figure.  The figure moves with what, to Korrioth’s eye, is a very familiar gait – yet, the Klingon/Vulcan hybrid can’t quite place it.
The pair approach the huddled mass.]
VENOMOUS:  Report, Captain, if you please.
KORRIOTH:  In progress, Admiral.  Engineer Merlin’s work is nearly complete; we should be able to begin testing shortly.
VENOMOUS:  Excellent work, gentlemen.  I brought him some help.
[Venomous nods to the figure, who removes the hood to the loud gasps of the entire assemblage.  Revealed is the visage of Ozymandias McCool, who had previously met his destiny here.
Venomous eyes the group with smug satisfaction.  Korrioth is the first to find his voice.]
KORRIOTH:  How in the hell…?!
VENOMOUS:  A friend of mind has some Spaarti cylinders and owed me a favor.  I keep DNA samples of all of you in a secret location; it was nothing to send my friend a sample.
MERLIN:  Then he’s…
VENOMOUS:  No, he’s not Ozymaandias McCool.  We’re not having any of that shit in this  screenplay.
MERLIN:  Yes, sir.  (to Ozy) So…are you…?
OZY MCCOOL:  I’m ready to go, yes, sir.  I can relieve you now, or wait until you’re done here.
VENOMOUS:  Go ahead and join the party, Ozy.  I want this tub ready to fly ASAP, alright?
MERLIN:  We’re on it, Admiral.  Come along, lad.
[The group returns to their work, a new spring in their step.]
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Okay, Denizens, it’s time to see what Windows 7 can do on the Big Box™.  I may be incomunicado for a bit.  Hang tight.