[SCENE:  Deep space.  The Realm’s™ brand-new Federation-class cruiser prototype, ISS Poseidon, has been joined by Mrs. Venomous’ personal vessel, Apparition.  Poseidon, having been faster and thus first able to track the Facebook Nexus that apparently captured Lord Darth Venomous, has spent the last six hours scanning the energy ribbon that seems to serve as the nexus’ gateway – without success.
On the bridge of Poseidon, Supreme General Rayegun is ship-to-ship with a highly-agitated Mrs. Venomous, and is desperately trying to calm her.]
MRS. VENOMOUS (with cast-iron skillet):  For the last time, General – where?  Is?  My?  Husband?
RAYEGUN:  M’lady, please, we’re doing the best we can, we’re scanning every square inch of this region—
MRS. VENOMOUS (with cast-iron skillet):  THAT’S NOT GOOD ENOUGH, MAJOR!!!!  GIVE ME MY HUSBAND BACK NOW!!!!!
[The “demotion” – inasmuch as Mrs. Venomous has control over that (she doesn’t) – has not escaped the General’s notice.  (Besides, she still has the cast-iron skillet.)]
RAYEGUN:  (ulp!)  Mrs Venomous, please, I assure you—
[At that precise moment, Poseidon’s  automatic defense systems snap on and alarms start to whoop.]
RAYEGUN (to K’hadibak’h):  REPORT!!!
K’HADIBAK’H:  Vortex opening in the center of the ribbon, General!  Massive increase in energy output!
RAYEGUN:  On screen!
[Cut to external view.  There is a large energy discharge in the center of the ribbon, making it look very much like the boa that swallowed the elephant.  Back on Poseidon’s  bridge, pandemonium is reigning.]
KORRIOTH:  Large object emerging from the ribbon, General!  Headed straight for us!!!
RAYEGUN:  EVASIVE!!!
[Cut to external.  As Poseidon  struggles to get out of the way, a large metallic mass flies out of the ribbon at speed.
It is what appears to be a Klingon bird-of-prey – but this bird is at least four times larger than any BOP known to exist.  On it appear to be twice as many phaser banks as on a normal BOP, and even the gun turrets are three times normal size.
Oh, and it’s not a standard BOP configuration, either.  To the untrained eye, it would appear to be flying upside down.
The vessel narrowly misses Poseidon  and comes around to parallel Apparition, about 50,000 kellicams off her port bow.  On Poseidon, the General’s jaw is very nearly on the floor, and no one else on the bridge is saying much, either.
Finally, Rayegun finds his voice.]
RAYEGUN:  Mr. Korrioth…ID that ship, please, mister.
[Korrioth, at the science station, hunches over to stare into his viewer.  His face lightens by at least six shades as he reads the ID of what’s just emerged from the ribbon.]
KORRIOTH:  No.
[Rayegun’s head whips around to face the XO.]
RAYEGUN:  Report!
KORRIOTH:  General, the vessel is registering as a Worf-class bird-of-prey:  NCC-2840…
[Rayegun’s jaw finishes hitting the floor.  Several members of the bridge crew blanch.]
KORRIOTH:  …ISS Pegasus.
[At that moment, T-Bone McManx’s communications board beeps.  McManx turns to the board and touches a couple of switches.]
T-BONE McMANX:  General, the vessel is hailing us.
[Rayegun lets out the breath he’d been holding.]
RAYEGUN:  Uh…on screen, Lieutenant.
[Cut to the viewscreen.  Deep space is replaced by a familiar image, sitting in the center seat on the bridge of Pegasus.
VENOMOUS:  Hi, guys.  Miss me?
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Well, I think I’ve finally gotten the Linux box configured just the way I want it.  I’ve placed a Windoze virtual machine inside the Ubuntu distro to run Outlook (let’s face it, Evolution sucks), told the Mozilla security repository what to go do with itself and manually installed Firefox 3.6.27 as the distro’s browser.  It hates the Flash plugin, necessitating the installation of the beta version and generally making YouTube look like shit – but, it works.
In addition, there’s one more very significant upgrade that I completed yesterday.  And I’ll tell you more about that  next week.
Stay tuned.