Warp seventy-eleven, Mr. Sulu.
Once again the crew of the Starship Enterprise are careening around space, mostly for no apparent reason, where no man has gone before. The ship is slow to the controls and wobbles uncertainly after course correction maneuvers. The holding tanks are full and the crew must find an intergalactic rest stop with a dump station, not an easy thing to do where no man has gone before but many have gone frequently. We turn our attention now to the bridge over troubled waters….. “Mr. Suluhaveyou……laid in... Sign in to see full entry.