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Kim: "The ship
is grey Captain. We've cut power to Decks 4 through 9. Replicators,
holodecks and all other non-essentials are offline. Remaining systems
are operating at 20% capacity."
Janeway: "Tom, how long can you keep us flying?"
Paris: "With the deuterium supply this low?
Even at one quarter impulse we'll be out of gas inside a week." |
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Janeway: “If
anybody's got any other ideas I'm listening."
Paris: "We could set up a bicycle in the Messhall,
attach a generator - pedal home!” |
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Chakotay: “…that's
a Demon class planet."
Seven of Nine: "Demon class?"
Chakotay: "That's what Starfleet calls it,
also known as Class Y. It's got a toxic atmosphere, filled with
thermionic radiation. Surface temperatures are in excess of 500
Kelvins. Just entering a standard orbit would be suicide."
Seven of Nine: "Our situation is desperate."
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Tuvok: "Need
I remind you Ensign, that there is no environment less hospitable
to humanoid life than a Class Y."
Kim: "Actually Tuvok no, you needn't remind
me!” |
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Paris: “Believe
me, nobody enjoys seeing the 'Vulcan Master' put down a peg more
than I do!” |
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Paris: "Have
you put on weight?"
Kim: "You're just out of shape." |
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The Doctor: "This is a sickbay,
not a dormitory!" |
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Janeway: "Status?"
Tuvok: "I could give you a litany of damaged
systems Captain, but suffice it to say now that we're down, we won't
be going up again soon.” |
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Chakotay: "Looks
like they went this way."
Seven of Nine: "My tricorder isn't picking
up any life signs. How did you reach that conclusion?"
Chakotay: "Footprints. I guess you never assimilated
any Indian scouts!” |
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Vorik: "We should
have transporters back online within the hour."
Torres: "Well, that's great but right now
I'm more concerned with little things like…oh…I don't
know…say, life support!" |
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The Doctor: “The
atmosphere of this planet can't be replicated safely."
Paris: "Which means if we leave we'll have
nothing to breathe."
The Doctor: "Exactly. Either we find a way
to treat your condition or you'll have to be left behind."
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Janeway: "Magnify.
Factor ten. Deuterium, hydrogen sulphate, dichromates."
Torres: "Add a little sodium chloride and
it would probably taste a lot like Neelix's soup!"
Janeway: "We should be so lucky!” |
