Maia “Bug” Dillon


Maia has been training horses in Dressage for 30 years.

You’re going to be an interesting companion, Mr. Data. The unexpected is our normal routine. Not if I weaken first. Then maybe you should consider this: if anything happens to them, Starfleet is going to want a full investigation. Ensign Babyface! Mr. Worf, you sound like a man who’s asking his friend if he can start dating his sister. Damage report! Fear is the true enemy, the only enemy. I’ll alert the crew. We have a saboteur aboard. Fate. It protects fools, little children, and ships named “Enterprise.” Did you come here for something in particular or just general Riker-bashing? Your shields were failing, sir. I am your worst nightmare! Earl Grey tea, watercress sandwiches… and Bularian canap├ęs? Are you up for promotion? Well, I’ll say this for him – he’s sure of himself. Some days you get the bear, and some days the bear gets you. I’d like to think that I haven’t changed those things, sir. The Enterprise computer system is controlled by three primary main processor cores, cross-linked with a redundant melacortz ramistat, fourteen kiloquad interface modules. For an android with no feelings, he sure managed to evoke them in others. I will obey your orders. I will serve this ship as First Officer. And in an attack against the Enterprise, I will die with this crew. But I will not break my oath of loyalty to Starfleet. The look in your eyes, I recognize it. You used to have it for me. Maybe if we felt any human loss as keenly as we feel one of those close to us, human history would be far less bloody. Flair is what marks the difference between artistry and mere competence. Computer, belay that order. That might’ve been one of the shortest assignments in the history of Starfleet. When has justice ever been as simple as a rule book? Travel time to the nearest starbase? Mr. Crusher, ready a collision course with the Borg ship. Captain, why are we out here chasing comets? Could someone survive inside a transporter buffer for 75 years? I can’t. As much as I care about you, my first duty is to the ship. Sorry, Data. Yesterday I did not know how to eat gagh. Now, how the hell do we defeat an enemy that knows us better than we know ourselves? Well, that’s certainly good to know. Wait a minute – you’ve been declared dead. You can’t give orders around here. Maybe we better talk out here; the observation lounge has turned into a swamp. We finished our first sensor sweep of the neutral zone. We could cause a diplomatic crisis. Take the ship into the Neutral Zone Mr. Worf, you do remember how to fire phasers?

 


Discipline: Dressage

Country: USA