I wedgied Spock whilst he was looking into that periscope/science thingy on his desk a week ago.

He locked me in the brig, hence my absence.

I'm thinking about reporting him, but unfortunately he's too good at his job for me to do without. I spent my time in the cells writing an idea for a starfleet stage play.

It's about a male Romulan who falls in love with a female Starfleet cadet. Their love is pure and strong, but their respective organisations refuse to acknowledge their union. They plan to fake their own deaths but it all goes wrong. A staged warpcore explosion turns into an actual warp core explosion and they die.

It's called: Romulan and Juliet.