(that's the username of someone on furaffinity who does NSFW anthropomorphic art - hence why i said there's no possible way you could be talking about the one i know of)
*the only thing heard from the ball is another moan...followed by a period of silence before his head detaches from the ball again* ...markings? *five seconds later a scream of fury echoes through the ship* O'CONNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
well, blowing up a moon with hundreds, if not thousands, of civilian miners on it at the time is just as much of a war crime you just KNOW that was no accident, especially after section 31 showed up on the block 30-some years ago
(and now with the day having barely started...what do we do to fill out the rest of the day before we can head off for...how long did we decide on from this moment to time for risa? two weeks or a month? maybe we can actually slip the terran stuff in between somewhere)
(and not a word about the sudden sharp drop in temperature...or even a complaint about wanting o'brien back because he could at least keep things working)
*the temperature in the bar starts dropping rapidly in opposition to rakesh slowly turning toward alex who, sensing the approaching danger, is quick to react* don't worry, i got this one! *he quickly fishes out the necessary amount of latinum and plops it on the counter, the temperature slowly returning to normal shortly…
also, control was only neutralized inasmuch as a virus can be neutralized in a single machine...it does not render the entire virus no longer a threat, just no longer a threat to THAT specific machine - until it get re-infected, anyway
which is also not important, because there are so many wormholes, subspace vorticies and other such negative space wedgies in star trek that stumbling across one and winding up in the beta quadrant 70,000 LY away is barely a footnote
alex: probably *he crouches down and lightly smacks the side of rakesh's muzzle, which very quickly become not so light and the other lupine comes to with an annoyed growl* rakesh: ow! what the hell? *he snarls, rubbing the side of his muzzle* what the hell happened? why am i on the floor? alex: you saw quark's bill and…
alex: well, it happened a few weeks ago - at the time i didn't think much of it, as unusual as starship theft may be in federation space - especially on a core world (enough time should've passed now for it to be considered one) - even in spite of this man's...odd...appearance, but now i'm wondering if i should be paying…
(no, he read the news from trill - he hasn't received koda's report, nor does he know about the centennial yet; that all has to go through naval high command before it comes to him) *alex grumbles and fishes a few strips of latinum out of his pocket, then plops them on the bar*