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[Jun. 26th, 2006|04:30 pm] |
-Transcript of Personal Log-
I finally had the arrangements made with the Betazed authorities--took six weeks to convince those flower children to agree to the briefing and another four to get them to make actual plans. I've never seen anyone waffle so much. And just when I had everything finalized-- Her voice broke off in a growl of frustration. I called that Borg in to give her the orders myself--just to make sure she's still toeing the line after all this time between missions--damn frivolous Betazoids--and she has the gall to come in here and tell me she won't be accepting anymore of my assignments. Damn her!
She handed me a formal resignation and declared in that damn mechanical voice of hers that I can consider her affiliation with Starfleet terminated effective immediately. Like hell. I didn't put the little bitch on retainer so she could decide to start thinking for herself. I need her close, where I can keep an eye on her, know what she's up to.
Damn Janeway. What the hell was she thinking when she brought that Borg back here, right into the very heart of the Federation? Idiot. As if it wasn't stupid enough to take her onto her ship in the first place. She'd fit right in among those fucking pacifists on Betazed. I should have her reassigned. They could all sit around together with their thumbs up their asses and talk about their feelings while the whole damn planet falls apart around them. And good riddance!
There was a pause in which the sound of ice cubes rattling into a glass and the sloshing of liquid could be heard, along with some indistinct muttering.
Still, she kept that drone in line for nearly four years. She snorted. Well, mostly. The murdering bitch listens to her, apparently--damned if I know why. She suddenly swore violently. Janeway! I'll have her ass if I find out she's responsible for this. Who else? Fucking hell! Damn her--she's oozes more charm than an Orion whore. That's the only reason she's not rotting in prison right now.
She took a calming breath. Seven of Nine does listen to her...
Well! She can just make that little Borg bitch get her enhanced ass back on board or I'll have both their asses nailed to the wall faster than she can snap-to.
There was the sound of a communications channel toggled open. Lieutenant! Arrange a meeting with Admiral Janeway. And I want it A-SAP.
Oh hell--Computer, end log.
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