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-: Pilot's personal log, stardate 1630.3.
I'm Lieutenant Erica Ortegas.
Most of the time, I fly the ship,
which is cool, but can get boring.
Today is different.
Rigel VII's atmosphere is a hot mess of wind shear,
exotic radiation, and heavy particles
that jam the sensors on our shuttles.
Piloting down takes incredible skill,
which I have, but, the best part?
I'm with the landing party,
something I almost never get to do.
Nice.
-: You're actually wearing the hat?
-: Are you kidding? The hat is supreme.
We're Kalarians now. Recon 101.
-: These record the debris field we observed previously,
as descending.
By my calculations, it will intersect multiple points
along the ship's intended orbital plain.
-: Debris from what?
-: Likely an impact between two large celestial bodies
that orbited Rigel VII several centuries ago.
-: Can't you just say, "Two moons"?
-: I could, but that would be leaping to a conclusion.
Analysis is underway,
but I would merely characterize the fragments as volatile.
-: We get it, Spock.
-: Right, well, on we go.
Let's get to that shuttle bay and have ourselves a landing..
party.
-: Maintaining stability will require
piloting Enterprise by hand.
-: Between the fragments and the gravity shifts,
I'll have to make manual adjustments every 20 minutes,
or lights-out Enterprise.
-: I'm glad you get it.
We need you here keeping Enterprise safe.
-: Aye captain.
But, uh, who's gonna fly the shuttle
through all that choppy sky and radiation?
-: I may not be Erica Ortegas,
but I was a test pilot, remember?
We'll get you next time, I promise.
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(electronics beeping)
-: I was not responsible for the data.
It would be illogical to blame me.
-: Shh.
Just learn when to leave people alone, Spock.
-: Sorry. I am working on that.
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