STAR TREK: A Long Road (Voyager Fix It Quest)

SHIP & CREW ROSTER
The Dragon: Once per episode, at the beginning of combat place an Advantage on the field representing a cunning tactic or strategy devised by Danara Pel.

NAME
USS Voyager
PROF.
MULTIROLE
CLASS
Sovereign Class Heavy Exploration Vessel
CONST
2371
SHIELDS
19/19​
RESISTANCE
5​
SCALE
6​
POWER
Yup!​
CREW SUPPORT
6​
SMALL CRAFT
5​
COMMS
ENGINES
STRUCTURE
COMPUTERS
SENSORS
WEAPONS
10​
10​
10​
9​
10​
10​
COMMAND
3​
13​
13​
13​
12​
13​
13​
CONNING
2​
12​
12​
12​
11​
12​
12​
ENGINEERING
2​
12​
12​
12​
11​
12​
12​
SECURITY
3​
13​
13​
13​
12​
13​
13​
SCIENCE
3​
13​
13​
13​
12​
13​
13​
MEDICINE
2​
12​
12​
12​
11​
12​
12​
TALENTS
Command Ship: When using Command tasks to create traits, may be assisted by the ship and can grant this trait to allied ships, away parties and landing teams the ship has a comlink with.
EMH: Can summon the EMH without needing to spend crew support.
High Resolution Sensors: +1 momentum when using sensors out of combat.
Improved Power Systems: Reduce the difficulty to Regain Power by 1 (to a minimum of 1) and can buy off complications for 1 momentum.
Improved Warp Drive: When going to warp, roll 1d20. If the roll is under the engine score, it does not cost Reserve Power:
SPECIAL ABILITIES
Saucer Separation: Can separate into two ships with Scale-1, and 1/2 their systems (round up.) This cannot be reversed outside of dry dock.
Sovereign Class: Voyager is a Sovereign class, meaning it has everything that a Sovereign class has.
Maquis Crew: A large portion of the crew is a part of the Maquis - and thus, not exactly on the up and up with Starfleet styles!
TRAITS
Starfleet Ship: The ships is a highly advanced starfleet ship with a well trained crew, holodecks, replicators and so on.
WEAPONS
Phaser Array
Range: Medium | Damage: 8 | Qualities: Area (can hit one target per momentum spent within the same zone), Spread (reduce the cost of Devastating Attack by -1 momentum, and make it Repeatable), Versatile 2 (add 2 momentum on a successful hit)

Photon Torpedo
Range: Long | Damage: 5 | Qualities: High Yield (when it inflicts a breach, add +1 breach - either improving the intensity or hitting a second system, attacker's choice.)

Quantum Torpedo
Range: Long | Damage: 6 | Qualities: Calibration (requires a prepare minor action before being fired), High Yield (See Above), Intense (-1 momentum cost to add to damage)

Tractor Beam (Strength 5)

CREW COMPLIMENT (Base Stat: 9 | Base Skill: 2)
CO: Captain Katheryn Janeway (Skilled: Command, Science | Weakness: Combat)
SPECIAL ABILITY: "We Can Be Better" - if you succeed on any diplomatic check with Janeway, Get +1 momentum​
XO: Commander D-91 (Skilled: Command | Weakness: Socialization)
HELM: Lt. Tom Paris (Skilled: Conn | Weakness: Not Being A Fucking Up)
TACTICAL: Ensign Harry Kimm (Skilled: Gunnery | Weakness: Harry Kim)
SECURITY: Lt. JG Amy Strong (Skilled: Personal Combat | Weakness: Lying)
MAQUIS HEADBREAKER: C'nola (Skilled: Combat, Sneaking and Scheming | Weakness: Emotional Wreck)​
SCIENCE: Tuvok (Skilled: Science | Weakness: Emotionless)
COMMS: Lt. Bian T'are (Skilled: Communications | Weakness: Combat)
MEDICAL: The EMH (Skilled: Doctor | Weakness: Kind of a Dick)
ENGINEER: B'lanna Torres (Skilled: Engineering | Weakness: Also a dick)

SECONDARY CHARACTERS
Ensign Steve (Useless Security Goon)
Ensign Becky (plural fighter jock)
Petty Officer Third Class Jessie (Hard working engineer)
Crewman Billingsly (Dude, Billingsly!)
Crewman Chandra (Concerned Crewman)
Bifurcate (bidimensional robot girlfriend of Harry Kim)
Princess Lyan Positron (runaway daughter of magician most foul and girlfriend of Harry Kim)
Soria Flyte (Pegasus girl and girlfriend of Harry Kim)
Mirror Universe Trevor (he's fine!)
Gelli Vlee: Goo Girl Gonna Get Gloriously Gay!
NAME
MRSS Val Jean
PROF.
TACOPS
CLASS
Keldon Class Heavy Cruiser
CONST
2370
SHIELDS
12/12​
RESISTANCE
5​
SCALE
4​
POWER
7/7​
CREW SUPPORT
4​
SMALL CRAFT
3​
COMMS
ENGINES
STRUCTURE
COMPUTERS
SENSORS
WEAPONS
BREACHES
0/4
0/4
0/4
0/4
0/4
0/4
9​
9​
9​
8​
7​
10​
COMMAND
3​
12​
12​
12​
11​
10​
13​
CONNING
2​
11​
11​
11​
10​
9​
12​
ENGINEERING
2​
11​
11​
11​
10​
9​
12​
SECURITY
3​
12​
12​
12​
11​
10​
13​
SCIENCE
1​
10​
10​
10​
9​
8​
11​
MEDICINE
2​
11​
11​
11​
10​
9​
12​
TALENTS
Electronic Warfare Suite: Whenever making a Jamming or Intercept communications check, can spend 2 momentum to select +1 target (repeatable.)
Fast Targeting Systems: No +1 diff for called shots
Improved Hull Integrity: +1 Resistance
Cloaking Device: Spend 3 power, and make a Control+Engineering + Engines + Security check with a diff of 2. If successful, gain the Cloaked Trait (impossible to detect, cannot attack, shields are down.) It takes a minor action to decloak.
TRAITS
Cardassian Ship – Durable, uncomfortable, close, cramped and cheap. Thinks creature comforts are for other people and technical sophistication is for people who haven't spent decades starving to death. The fact that the starving could have been avoided if the government were less...you know, monstrous doesn't seem to have occurred to that many of them.
Okampan Crew – the crew are bright, perky, cheerful, and incredibly psychically powerful. Individually, they're all better than Vulcans, and as a gestalt? Who knows!
WEAPONS
Phaser Arrays
Power Cost: 1-3 | Range: Medium | Damage: 7-9cd (Spread: Hit +1 time at ½ damage per effect OR Area)
Versatile 2: Gain X bonus momentum with a successful hit
Disruptor Banks
Range: Medium | Damage: 8-10cd (Vicious 1: Each effect adds +1 damage)
Tractor Beam (Strength 3)

CREW COMPLIMENT (Base Stat: 8 | Base Skill: 1)
CO: Lt. Commander Brian Wacoche (Skilled: Commando Tactics | Weakness: Independent)
TACTICAL: Seska (Skilled: Being Seska | Weakness: Everything Else)
CONN: R'lash skilled: Piloting | Weakness: Romulan Fuckup)
ESPIONAGE: Kes (Skilled: Commando Tactics | Weakness: Naive)

Crewman Stadi - Age 23, Betazoid, born Beta Colony-5 to Zani and Talwyn of the House of Riis, survived by her sisters Tari and Batri.
R'mor - age 182, Vulcan, burn on Romulus to R'tan and Leslali, survived by his twelve nieces and nephews across the Empire
 
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Adhoc vote count started by DragonCobolt on Mar 12, 2025 at 11:37 AM, finished with 6 posts and 4 votes.

  • [X] Try and talk to him in the context of the gangster program he's gettng his cues from (diff 3)
    [X] Focus on getting a message to Starfleet, even if you can't get everyone home right now.
    -[X] This is the USS Voyager broadcasting in the blind to any Starfleet call signs on this frequency, we are alive inside the Delta Quadrant, currently homeward bound alongside the MRSS Val Jean. Attached to this message is the non classified mission log up to this point. Any assistance that can reasonably be attempted would be appreciated. Voyager out.
    [X] T'are should give Ronda a cuddle at least. The poor girl is gonna have some mad emotional whiplash. and I guess also get a message to starfleet.


All right! That's 2d20 but we're not playing to R'lash's strengths, so the TN is 11, diff 3. Now you can spend momentum to get extra dice - it costs 1 for one, 2 for the second, and 3 for the third, so you may only be able to get one or two!
 
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T'are nodded as she began to type away at the computer console that she found in the room. Accessing the computer network took a bit of time and borrowing some of the coinage from Ronda's purse. But the Iotians had some subspace radio wave transmitters - even if they were woefully behind the times and primarily focused on intrasystem communication. It was still better than nothing! She send the message, then smiled and walked back to Ronda.

"There's one thing last I have to teach you!" She said.

"W-What?" Ronda asked, sounding almost frighened.

Then T'are climbed onto the table next to her, laid down, and drew her into a hug.

"Cuddling," she whispered. "It's the best part, some say."

Ronda blinked, then relaxed. "I think I can get used to this..." She whispered.

***​

R'lash adjusted the tie on her suit, her ears twitching up slightly as she drew herself upright. Inside her brain, the normal patter was going on - the kind of thing that went through her head every single time that she found herself in these impossible, stupid situations that Starfleet managed to stumble amalark first every week.

I wish I was home right now...

And home hadn't exactly been a picknick. But at least home was steady and secure. People outside of the Romulan Empire didn't seem to recognize just how much security meant in a galaxy of star gods and time travel. She smiled, then tried to adopt the same slang everyone else was using.

Hey.

It worked in boot camp.

"Listen, uh, Boss Slade," she said, ambling over and sliding into the chair across from him. "This place, uh, this...this joint, you're...casing." SHe gestured around herself with her finger. "This is just a part of the, uh, the real scoop. It's called Voyager, and she's...well, a big boat. Flying around between planets, looking to...to score all the, uh, uh...the moon-lat."

"...the what?" Mr. Slade asked, his shimmering, interfracting pattern growing more compact.

Kess hissed, as softly as she could: "Moolah. Moolah."

"Moolah!" R'lash said, nodding. "But, like, uh, this case it...it doesn't work when it's all split up like. So, we gotta...put it...back..." She trailed off, slowly, as she saw Mr. Slade lifting his...well, chin was the wrong word. The pattern of intersecting cubes shifting and flowing together grew more and more jagged, then settled, remaining at a humming equilibrium. His voice, when it came out, was slow and dangerous.

"You stumbled into my turf. You roughed up my boys with your...warp bubble..." He waved a hand, slowly, over the table, as if to indicate the passage of something through space. "And I look around inside of your joint and I find it's a poorly run racket. A bunch of trouble makers and hoodlums, all looking for their own piece of the action?" He shook his head. "And I finally find the leader of this place, and you try and sell me this flim flam? This pile of baloney!"

He slammed his palm down onto the table.

"Give me one good reason why I shouldn't tear your whole Voyager in half!"

R'lash gulped.

I wish I was home, she thought.

"W-We...we're not gonna stick around?" she suggested.

Mr. Slade was silent for a moment. "Go on."

"W-well, we travel around! We fly from, uh, from place to place, see, uh, so, if you let us go, we're...we're...not coming back?" She shrugged, spreading her hands. Beside Mr. Slade, Janeway was pursing her lips and a light of calculation was ticking by in her eyes - clearly, she was trying to judge when was the best time to leap in and try and salvage the situation. The fact that Mr. Slade was still listening to R'lash meant...well, they had some kind of chance. At least, Janeway thought so. So, R'lash had to hope so too.

This is why I'm never going to even try and make captain, she thought.

Mr. Slade lifted his head, slowly. "I don't trust you," he said. "So...what if we...cut a deal."

"A-A deal, we like making deals, here, uh, on Voyager," R'lash said, knowing that her gangster accent was slipping with every word. She forced her hands to unclench while Mr. Slade leaned forward.

"I put one of my boys in your joint. He'll stay down by that, uh, the big thinker you have," he said, slowly.

R'lash's brow furrowed - but Ensign Wildman whispered to Wacoche, softly enough that Mr. Slade didn't hear...but R'lash did. Thank you, Romulan senses.

"The warp field acceleration that extends around the main computer bank - it's a dimensional field that these entities might be able to live in," Wildman was whispering. "Course, it'd mean we'd have...them in the computer. For...for however long they stick around."

Wacoche nodded, then looked over R'lash's shoulder. Janeway caught his eyes, then nodded back. Great. They were-

R'lash blinked.

The realization hit her so suddenly, it was like being punched in the back of the head.

The dimensional creature was embodying itself in the holodeck.

It was touching and being touched. She subtly slid her hand forward, then poked his knuckles. The touch was solid, even if he felt cool to the touch and slightly slippery. Mr. Slade grunted. "Well?" he asked, drawing his hand way from her, clearly not wanting to hold hands.

You're a Romulan, R'lash, R'lash thought. Some people - the romulan government included - loved to play up the distinction between Romulan and Vulcans, down to the biological level. But no one who worked in space could cling to those fantasies, not when they were going to be in direct combat with Vulcan spacers at any time in the Neutral Zone and surrounding. Not every Vulcan joined Starfleet, and many times, the Vulcan Science Command liked to stretch ancient muscles - things they had once used on the Andorians, to keep their cousins in Romulus on their toes. Of course, R'lash knew that the Romulans had been just as eager to poke back, and to make the Vulcans have to respond. It was all very stupid, but it kept her paid.

But there was one thing both clades had in common.

They were strong.

They were very.

Very.

Very.

Very strong.

R'lash had an idea.

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MOMENTUM: 2

CURRENT TRAITS: Dimensional Fuckery Of Maximalized Degree (Disadvantage)

[ ] R'lash will manhandle Mr. Slade and scare him off of Voyager with her uncanny Romulan Strength (diff 1, Opposed)
[ ] Accept success at cost (escape the anomoly, but have one of Mr. Slades' "boys" aboard for the foreseeable future
[ ] Write In
 
[x] R'lash will manhandle Mr. Slade and scare him off of Voyager with her uncanny Romulan Strength (diff 1, Opposed)
 
Yeah no your being rude and unreasonable and we have had enough of this shit!

[x] R'lash will manhandle Mr. Slade and scare him off of Voyager with her uncanny Romulan Strength (diff 1, Opposed)
 
[x] R'lash will manhandle Mr. Slade and scare him off of Voyager with her uncanny Romulan Strength (diff 1, Opposed)
 
[X] Write In: Come Clean
-[X] Explain that we got snatched clear across the galaxy by some jingle-brained lug who was getting ready for the Big Sleep before we lammed off, and that our warp bubble is simply the only way we know how to travel fast enough to have the slightest chance of getting home in our lifetimes. We didn't know what to look for to see 'his boys' -- otherwise, we would have avoided his turf. We're on the square, here.
-[X] Apologize, and accept his offer, seeing how one of his boys could guide us out.
-[X] If he still doesn't accept the apology or tries to push more terms, then it's time to play the chin music.

(I don't know 1930s mob slang, I referenced against Twists, Slugs and Roscoes: A Glossary of Hardboiled Slang | William Denton so if I got it wrong, it's mostly their fault.)
 
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[X] Write In: Come Clean
-[X] Explain that we got snatched clear across the galaxy by some jingle-brained lug who was getting ready for the Big Sleep before we lammed off, and that our warp bubble is simply the only way we know how to travel fast enough to have the slightest chance of getting home in our lifetimes. We didn't know what to look for to see 'his boys' -- otherwise, we would have avoided his turf. We're on the square, here.

I think this is pretty much what a success on the previous roll would have gotten us. This is very nicely written, but I think it's time for the old one two.

[X] R'lash will manhandle Mr. Slade and scare him off of Voyager with her uncanny Romulan Strength (diff 1, Opposed)
 
Adhoc vote count started by DragonCobolt on Mar 13, 2025 at 10:58 AM, finished with 12 posts and 8 votes.

  • [X] R'lash will manhandle Mr. Slade and scare him off of Voyager with her uncanny Romulan Strength (diff 1, Opposed)
    [X] Write In: Come Clean
    -[X] Explain that we got snatched clear across the galaxy by some jingle-brained lug who was getting ready for the Big Sleep before we lammed off, and that our warp bubble is simply the only way we know how to travel fast enough to have the slightest chance of getting home in our lifetimes. We didn't know what to look for to see 'his boys' -- otherwise, we would have avoided his turf. We're on the square, here.
    -[X] Apologize, and accept his offer, seeing how one of his boys could guide us out.
    -[X] If he still doesn't accept the apology or tries to push more terms, then it's time to play the chin music.


So, good news everyone! We are OFFICIALLY switching to second edition! Even better news, the second edition changes are fairly minimal save for the fact they removed damage dice and…well the game is just much better designed. They really leaned into the best parts of the system (traits are WAY more common now, and they fixed the bioessentialism) and they also fixed a thing where there were three different ways to explain the same system slightly differently each time…

Anyway, the practical upshot is you're rolling with a TN of 11, diff 0 (1, normally but you're getting -1 thanks to being a romulan in melee combat with someone without super strength) and they're gonna be rolling against a TN of 11 with a diff of 2 (1+1 for being in a body there not used too)

Oof no successes for Mr. Slade
DragonCobolt threw 2 20-faced dice. Reason: Dice!!! Total: 22
8 8 14 14
 
That's 2 successes, giving you 2 momentum against their 0 momentum!

You succeed, and have 4 momentum in total!

Now, Mr. Slade has 4 stress, being a major NPC (they have less stress then PCs), and R'lash's blow does a 2 severity injury, which he can buy off by spending 2 stress. However, R'lash can spend 2 momentum to add +1 severity, since you have 4, she can spend all 4 to bump the severity to 4.

Mr. Slade will spend all 4 stress to avoid the injury, then surrender to avoid getting injured - thus, winning the fight!
 
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R'lash nodded. "Your boys..." She said, nodding. Then she grabbed the table and flipped it. When a Romulan flipped a table, they flipped it hard. The table swung off through the air and crashed into the wall with a resounding sound of shattering plates, tiles, and cracking wood. As splinters flew, men and women cried out, but before anyone had done anything, R'lash grabbed onto Mr. Slade, then lifted him up by his fancy lapels and slammed him into the wall. "Your boys can't stop me before I squish the stupid little squares that make your stupid little head. So, listen here!" She growled, glaring into his eyes. "I have had it up to here with this stupid time and space bullshit. I am a Romulan officer of the Romulan STar Empire, and we do not go wandering amalark first into anomalies and space rifts and weird time vortexes like these Starfleet schmucks! We stick to WELL maintained, well organized, well explored routes and we do not fuck around!" She shook him. "So, right now, I am giving you the romulan answer to this - which is you get the fuck out of our spaceship, put everything back together, or else I start getting nasty!"
Mr. Slade held his hands up, the shimmering, interlocking shapes flowing one into the other.

"...I think...I didn't understand precisely what was what with this whole shindig," he said, his voice thick with nervous tension. "How about we call it even, and...uh...uh, we let you go on your way?"

R'lash glanced over her shoulder, then to her left. She saw the other men with their primitive holographically simulated kinetic weapons were lowering said pistols and weapons, their faces shocked, tense.

She let go off Mr. Slade. He dropped down to the ground, his feet thumping home. He only managed to remain standing thanks to the wall, which he clutched.

"We'll...we'll get this all...sorted out, then," he said, nodding.

"See that you do," R'lash said, stepping backwards, then reaching down and picking up her dropped fedora. She settled in on her head.

Janeway stood from her seat, sighed, then said. "Usually in Starfleet, we do try and avoid being quite so..." She paused.

"Effective?" R'lash asked.

Janeway frowned at her.

And the crew got to work, putting the ship back together again.

***
"Oh no."

The soft sound that filled the small office in Diplomacy & Commerce's annexes was not the sound that the ambassador L'leytian wanted to hear when she was midway through her meal. She hastily set down the small, steaming bowl and stood to hurry to where a slender tellerite was hunched over, looking at the communication that had just come in. It had been routed from D&C's main offices, earmarked as being a small enough detail that L'leytian and her assistant, Korak, could handle it. She smiled slightly, adjusting her breather as she leaned over, her whiskers twitching happily.

"Well, well, well, lets see what we're working w- oh no."

"That's what I said."

"Uuugh! It's three week trip out there!" L'leytian muttered. "And we're going to need to fly on an actual starship not a shuttle."

"I'm already checking - the only ship heading that way that can provide passage is the ... USS Cerritos," Koark said.

"A frigate!?" L'leytian asked, horror filling her voice. "I'm a diplomat. Isn't there something bigger? Maybe a cruiser? We have a few constitutions still bouncing around that sector, in the reserves. Or, maybe we can charter with the Andorian or Vulcan navies?" She looked increasingly gloomy as Korak started to bring up the specifications on the frigate in question - it wasn't just a frigate, it was an engineering support and second contact ship. The kind of ship whose primary duty was taking new ensigns fresh out of the academy and giving them a few easy milk runs, or building deep space infrastructure, or maintaining subspace repeater beacons. They were the kinds of people who went to planets long after first contact teams arrived, and helped to slowly spread the fundamental fabric of the federation outward by inch after painstaking inch of space.

Admirable.

Honorable.

Uncomfortable.

Cramped.

Smelly.

L'leytian sighed.

"It won't be so bad," she whispered. "It's not like I'll get stuck in some tiny room next to the nacelle or anything."

"Right," Korak said.

"And uh, which...we've got a subspace message in demanding an ambassador to the...Iotian Donocracy. Never heard of them." She sighed. "At least I'll get to read a lot."

"Right," Korak said.

"Well, draft us up two shuttle rides to the frigate and we'll get on our way, right, Korak!" L'leytian said, patting his shoulder.

Korak was very still for a long, long moment.

L'leytian had to explain to the very chipper and polite orion that, in fact, she didn't require an assistant. As a fully trained member of the Federation Diplomacy and Commerce Commission, she was, in fact, TOO qualified to need an assistant. She was going to handle this Iotian message on her own.

After two weeks of sailing.

And studying.

And...

The door to the room opened and the blazing red light of the nacelle outside the window shone in. "Oh come on!" L'leytian said, her voice trilling as she put her hands to her bald, blue head.

"Oh, uh, sorry, lemmi just, uh, get that for ya!" the ensign said, flicking a switch - and the screen shutters started to close, leaving L'leytian's horrified immediate reaction curdling to lowkey second hand embarrassment in her stomachs. She turned and smiled, sheepishly.

"Sorry for freaking out," she whispered.

"It's okay!" the ensign said. "Anyway, if you need any help with your mission or studying or anything, just use your communicator to ping me. I'm always ready to help! Though, I've been really slacking off in my hijinx quota." She whispered, her voice growing conspiratorial as she leaned in. "I've been trying to follow in my friend's footsteps, but she's way ahead of me in capers, scams and even shenanigans! I haven't even done one shenanigans!"

"...uh...don't you have...duties to do?" L'leytian asked, and the ensign started, then gave her a nod, a wave, and then jogged down the corridor. Then she leaned around the corner and waved.

L'leytian sighed, then threw herself into bed - and landed directly onto the massive pile of contraband hidden there by an enterprising ensign who had assumed their ship would never need to use the ambassadorial suite.

...this is going to get so much easier when I get to the Iotians. I'm sure their government is rational, L'leytian thought as she lay in a spreading puddle of Romulan ale.

Then she lifted her PADD up and started reading.

"Oh no."

ROLL CREDITS
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next episode is Partiution! You need to pick two characters for mysterious reasons! I will be taking the two highest votes, so, you can vote for as many as you want.

[ ] Captain Katheryn Janeway
[ ] Commander D-91
[ ] Lt. Commander Brian Wacoche
[ ] Kes
[ ] Tom Paris
[ ] Ensign Harry Kimm
[ ] Lt. JG Amy Strong
[ ] C'nola
[ ] Tuvok (Skilled: Science | Weakness: Emotionless)
[ ] Lt. Bian T'are (Skilled: Communications | Weakness: Combat)
[ ] The EMH (Skilled: Doctor | Weakness: Kind of a Dick)
[ ] B'lanna Torres (Skilled: Engineering | Weakness: Also a dick)
[ ] Seska
[ ] R'lash
[ ] Ensign Steve
[ ] Ensign Becky
[ ] Petty Officer Third Class Jessie
[ ] Crewman Billingsly
[ ] Crewman Chandra
[ ] Bifurcate
[ ] Princess Lyan Positron
[ ] Soria Flyte
[ ] Mirror Universe Trevor
 
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