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"We are," Y'lair claimed firmly. | "We are," Y'lair claimed firmly. | ||
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Activating the small televiewer in the sickbay, Saal and Y'lair watched as the image of the Galaxy Class USS Republic came into view. It was a strange sight, especially since the vessel was moving backwards in warp space, causing the starlines around the ship to move in reverse. | Activating the small televiewer in the sickbay, Saal and Y'lair watched as the image of the Galaxy Class USS Republic came into view. It was a strange sight, especially since the vessel was moving backwards in warp space, causing the starlines around the ship to move in reverse. | ||
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"How long until we need to engage the transporter?" | "How long until we need to engage the transporter?" | ||
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"They didn't leave us much leeway, did they?" he commented, looking at the transfixed Y' | "They didn't leave us much leeway, did they?" he commented, looking at the transfixed Y' | ||
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- | Back on the command platform, the older first officer released a held breath. | + | Back on the command platform, the older first officer released a held breath. |
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//"It doesn' | //"It doesn' | ||
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- | As for Forrest, the red glow from his cyber-enhanced left eye pulsated ominously, giving his partially-robotic facial implant the appearance of a Borg drone while his mechanical right arm dialed in a set of codes that were transmitted over a different set of subspace | + | As for Forrest, the red glow from his cyber-enhanced left eye pulsated ominously, giving his partially-robotic facial implant the appearance of a Borg drone while his mechanical right arm dialed in a set of codes that transmitted over a digital |
- | Above their heads, at about the same altitude as the Terran fleet, | + | Above their heads, at about the same altitude as the Terran fleet, |
While alien to some, the egg-shaped ship was quite familiar to Will Riker, and as dawning recognition spread across his face, John Carter smiled with sweet vengeance. | While alien to some, the egg-shaped ship was quite familiar to Will Riker, and as dawning recognition spread across his face, John Carter smiled with sweet vengeance. |