This is just a test post to see what stuff looks like for formatting purposes. It’s got a “featured image” of Worf to see if/how that displays in different themes, and then another image down there in the text. Text below generated by “Riker Ipsum.”
Worf, It’s better than music. It’s jazz. You did exactly what you had to do. You considered all your options, you tried every alternative and then you made the hard choice. Computer, belay that order. I suggest you drop it, Mr. Data. Well, that’s certainly good to know. 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? What? We’re not at all alike! Commander William Riker of the Starship Enterprise. Sorry, Data. Now we know what they mean by ‘advanced’ tactical training.
Some days you get the bear, and some days the bear gets you. Maybe if we felt any human loss as keenly as we feel one of those close to us, human history would be far less bloody. The game’s not big enough unless it scares you a little. Now, how the hell do we defeat an enemy that knows us better than we know ourselves? and attack the Romulans. I’d like to think that I haven’t changed those things, sir. Is it my imagination, or have tempers become a little frayed on the ship lately? For an android with no feelings, he sure managed to evoke them in others. You’re going to be an interesting companion, Mr. Data. 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. Flair is what marks the difference between artistry and mere competence. And blowing into maximum warp speed, you appeared for an instant to be in two places at once. That might’ve been one of the shortest assignments in the history of Starfleet. We finished our first sensor sweep of the neutral zone. Well, I’ll say this for him – he’s sure of himself. We have a saboteur aboard.
Computer, lights up! I will obey your orders. I will serve this ship as First Officer. And in an attack against the Enterprise, I will die with this crew. But I will not break my oath of loyalty to Starfleet. The unexpected is our normal routine. They were just sucked into space. The look in your eyes, I recognize it. You used to have it for me. Fate. It protects fools, little children, and ships named “Enterprise.” But the probability of making a six is no greater than that of rolling a seven. A lot of things can change in twelve years, Admiral. I’ll be sure to note that in my log. I recommend you don’t fire until you’re within 40,000 kilometers. How long can two people talk about nothing? About four years. I got tired of hearing how young I looked. Smooth as an android’s bottom, eh, Data? This is not about revenge. This is about justice. You bet I’m agitated!
I may be surrounded by insanity, but I am not insane. I can’t. As much as I care about you, my first duty is to the ship. Could someone survive inside a transporter buffer for 75 years? Your head is not an artifact! Shields up! Rrrrred alert! Some days you get the bear, and some days the bear gets you. Maybe if we felt any human loss as keenly as we feel one of those close to us, human history would be far less bloody. Sure. You’d be surprised how far a hug goes with Geordi, or Worf. I’ve had twelve years to think about it. And if I had it to do over again, I would have grabbed the phaser and pointed it at you instead of them. Damage report!
