My oath is between Captain Kargan and myself. Your only concern is with how you obey my orders. Or do you prefer the rank of prisoner to that of lieutenant? Then maybe you should consider this: if anything happens to them, Starfleet is going to want a full investigation. About four years. I got tired of hearing how young I looked.
Did you come here for something in particular or just general Riker-bashing? Maybe we better talk out here; the observation lounge has turned into a swamp. Now, how the hell do we defeat an enemy that knows us better than we know ourselves? I guess it’s better to be lucky than good. When has justice ever been as simple as a rule book? Computer, belay that order. What’s a knock-out like you doing in a computer-generated gin joint like this? Talk about going nowhere fast.
They were just sucked into space. A lot of things can change in twelve years, Admiral. Fate. It protects fools, little children, and ships named “Enterprise.” Wouldn’t that bring about chaos? Could someone survive inside a transporter buffer for 75 years? Yesterday I did not know how to eat gagh. For an android with no feelings, he sure managed to evoke them in others. Your shields were failing, sir.
Earl Grey tea, watercress sandwiches… and Bularian canapés? Are you up for promotion? Flair is what marks the difference between artistry and mere competence.
Besides, you look good in a dress.