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[SCENE: On the bridge of the soon-to-be-defunct Titanic...]
VENOMOUS: Geeze Marie, Allan, d’ya have to give away the whole ending?
[And just how many of our ships have survived warp-core breaches?]
VENOMOUS: That’s not the point. I pay you to narrate the story, not write it.
[You don't pay me enough is more like it. Union, baby!!! POWER TO THE PEOP...gakkkk...gakkkk...]
VENOMOUS (with hand outstretched): That will be quite enough, narrator. Understudy?
[The previous entity known as Allan-a-(union)Dale crumples to the floor, lifeless, extinguished by a Sith choke-out.
In the meantime, chaos reigns on the bridge of ISS Titanic as the skeleton crew on board move to evacuate.]
KORRIOTH: McCool, go see to your people! McManx, you’re with McCool! K’ha, internal scan for life signs to catch anyone we don’t know about!
K’HADIBAK’H: Aye, sir!
KORRIOTH (turning to Venomous): Admi…uh, Admiral, what are you doing?
[Venomous is at the helm, working controls.]
VENOMOUS: Plotting a course to take this beast away from here, Captain. They don’t grow spacedocks on cosmic trees, and I don’t wanna have to rebuild this one.
KORRIOTH: M’lord, we need to get you off this ship!
VENOMOUS: No, Kor, we need to get you off this ship, whereupon you will get me outta here. Now go; you have work to do.
KORRIOTH: Admiral—
VENOMOUS: Captain, go. Get to the transporter and wait for my signal.
KORRIOTH: (sigh) Yes, m’lord. (takes a look) It doesn’t take that long to plot a course, does it?
VENOMOUS: This one does. Now go!
KORRIOTH: (rolling eyes) Aye, Admiral. [Korrioth takes the turbolift out.]
VENOMOUS (muttering to himself): Can I please get some writers that don’t force me to stay on the ship ’til the last effing minute…?!
To be continued…
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Did you manage to save the saucer section?