"Computer, begin recording."
"You know what really chaps my ass?" This Bajoran seems to be in a rather foul mood. More foul than normal. "The fact that we're sitting out here doing who knows what with who knows who. It's fucking ridiculous, really." A mug full of coffee, steaming from the rim and emblazened with the USS Excalibur logo. "Gimme that," *slurrrp* "This really does fucking suck. No one, other than the Commodore, is allowed to know."
"Computer, begin recording."
With that, the video screens jumps to life and shows Kainon. He's in his civilian clothes and drinking a cup of coffee on the couch of his DS9 quarters.
"Fuck. This is a bitch. I never knew that administrative leave would be so hard on me. I know that I deserve everything that I got, but never knew it would be this bad." He takes a sip from his mug, this one has a DS9 logo on it, but he doesn't really seem to care at this point.
"Computer, begin recording."
The screen opens up to see a Bajoran male with his hands behind his head and feet on his desk.
"Right then. Here we find ourselves knee-deep in the shit that the Borg have handed us. Last night was just something that we've never seen though. They were acting..."
