Nice tae meit ye! Whit's yer name?

All is becoming clear Data.............*****Smothers hysterical laughter in hankie*****

**Goes off to cabin to ponder on clues, and bags, and orbs, and and time warps**

Nite nite to all on board  xx

 *Monitors Warp core*

 *stomps off to search for the Starfleet Disciplinary Manual ......and a large one* 

*whispers*

I seem t'be awl clagged in here...I dunnae ken awl da haver 'roun' here.

*nestles in to sleep it off under the bar*

Iv'e got a brilliant Idea!

Dump the core!

I think I found the Orb in Vi's room

I think she sat on it

is that what it was??  I just tucked it under my arm meaning to ask Master La Forge what it was    I wasn't really concentrating as I was on my way to a medical emergency hence the transporter pad - but I've told you all this already

Now what time does this bar open - I fancy another cosmic daze

infamy infamy they've all got it in for me

*goes off to chat up Admiral Scot - well he's a Scot and I'm of distant Scottish heritage - we can have a Risa Highland fling*

Drags self up from under a bar stool. You mean the bar closes!!!

*staggers in to bar....trips over Ro....swears...a lot*

Jeez...that guy from last night...Obi Wan kanobhead...or whatever his name was...was an odd one....look what he made me wear...

Well you certainly suit the headgear!

**Takes two brain stabilisers, and heads towards the bar, shame my stomach is still wibble wobbling**

Here, lad, drink this bevvy. It's good for th' wibbly wobbly wame.

Is that an Intergalactic Laxative Scotty?...........I think I will give it a miss thank you, I'd like to hold onto what's in my stomach if you don't mind.

Thanks for the kind thought tho  

Nae, lad, it's th' hair o' the dog that bit ye. If ye don' want it, I'll jus weech that fer ye.

*tosses back the drink*

headbord safety helmet...very thoughtful I would say

Nice to see we don't have to look for Scotty....

*wanders off to the bar*

Could be...he did keep muttering something about being careful not to bang my head cos he didn't want to see another clip on one of those 'movie mistake' shows....

.....hang on....did he video the whole thing??? 

Hope he sends me a copy 

Yeah...dead clever of us to look for a pisshead in a bar...

Shame the Orb ain't so easy to find...or it's thief...

*hic*  I'll have an enterprise

*Comes out of Cabin with steamed up visor and lump in throat, strange satellite signals to my visor beamed up a programme from Earth about long lost relatives, may have to send Visor to be overhauled cos of water damage, sniff* 

Awrite! Whit's yer name, lassie? Are ye lookin' fer me??

Oy, lass! Who are ye callin' a pisshead?!?

Wish I'd gone to Risa now Oh well at least you guys found the drunk admiral!

 Admiral Scot - report to Engineering NOW!! 

I have it on good authority that you are...I have met a charming young man in the bar who says he knows you....only the younger, not so craggy you...the you with the unpickled liver....says his name is James....says he reckons your drinking started after you tested the theory of timewarp beaming on Admiral Archer's prized beagle...anyway...I'm off to test my big bang theory with him...

Are you real, woman?? I'm on leave!!

Och! A'm sairy! I dinnae ken th' sitch! On me way!

*salutes*

Rolls out red carpet and bottle of whisky for Admiral Scot's arrival!

*beams aboard after fiddling with new technology*

Thenk ye, Ensign kimota!Far hiv ye been, min?

I ken just what to do wid' this! *takes a big drag off the bottle*

Now, then. Whaur's the toilet? Ah've som' business t'atten' to, first off.

Reet, then. Aboot the warp core. *rolls up sleeves*
Kimota, are ye the best we've got fer help 'roun' here? I heard the core is gassed, but that cannae be reet. She cannae be hosed--she's special, like rocking horse shite!
Some wire is shooglie or somefin'. *rustles around the engine room, sticking his head in small spaces and generally checking things out*

Och! She's boggin'! My poor bonnie warp core *sobs* Cannae you bampots keep a machine clean, then??
Goad a'michty! Ma dampt hoovercraft's breemin' ower wi bluiddy eyls!

*whips out a knife and starts chopping eels off at the head as fast as he can. Stomps on the last eel*

Rags! Get me rags, kimota!! thenk ye.

*wipes equipment lovingly, and croons* there, there, ye wee bonnie lass....Ah'm here now....

*beams to the bridge*

Admiral! *salutes semi-smartly*
Ah've fixed 'er. She'll be good t' go, now!

 Admiral Scot you're a miracle worker!

We will be able to get back to the investigation on The Orb tomorrow once the Away Team are escorted by security return to the ship!  

I hope you'll be staying to monitor the warp core and deliver your report to Starfleet command - we'll be in need of someone of your calibre once all of the court martials get underway 

Hey min! Does that mean me leave is over?

WHATEVER YOU DO DON'T VISIT THE BEAUTY PARLOR BEFORE YOU LEAVE...!!

I found this cutie on the island - can I keep her?

Remember the Tribbles!!!!!!

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