Choral Speaking ScriptAll : Good morning, judges, teachers and my fellow friends. We, the class of J3A, present to you, “This is Berk”.
1(Hiccup) : This is Berk. My name is Hiccup. I, am a Viking.
S : Hiccup, what kind of name is that?
1(Hiccup) : Now don’t you laugh, for we Vikings believe that having a nasty name prevents the dragons from attacking us!
3 : Dragons?
1(Hiccup) : Yes! But dragons and vikings don’t live in peace together. It is in our blood to kill dragons.
2 : There are many types of dragons in this world, but the fastest and most powerful dragon has to be the Night Fury.
3 : The Night Fury is still a mystery to us. It has never been captured,
2 : and those who have seen them did not live to tell the tale.
1(Hiccup) : No one knows what it looks like, not even the most powerful Viking of all time--my father. *turns to father* Father! Father! Father! Father! I saw a night fury! It landed somewhere in the woods. I’m going to catch it!
2(Stoick) : Stop it, Hiccup.
Path to Exile Part 2: Home No More
Vala'Ariel spent the first seven years of her life on board U.S.S. Chronicles. She lived in the captain's quarters and followed her father everywhere. Many of the crew offered to take care of the little girl. An officer in particular loved her very much. Mary Terace, now married to First Officer Jackson Reach, father of her son, and had risen to the rank Chief Science Officer. Erik Terace, being the only human child on board, had grown quite close with Vala'Ariel.
Living close to humans shaped Vala'Ariel in a way she never could have imagined. Although she kept her Vulcan cool, she could feel a special bonding with the crew members, especially the Terace family.
Having never actually received any Vulcan education, she acquired a special gift--she could feel. Vala'Ariel did not have any expressions and was never emotional, however, she could feel--love, hatred, anger, a constant nag behind her logical min
Path to Exile Part 1: Space Princess "The casualties are coming in." The door opened as two ensigns from the science division entered Sickbay carrying a bloody short haired women on a stretcher. They were followed by many limping officers with minor injuries.
"Computer, acitvate EMH."
"Please state the nature of the medical emergency."
"Ion storm. There was a...uh, hull breach. Many crew members were thrown around before the force fields went up. The woman there needs your attention.
"Keep it short, ensign. Let's see, hmm...Third degree plasma burns to the neck, concussion, two broken ribs and a punctured lung. I need to operate on her immediately. Hello, what's this?" The EMH stopped his work to study the abnormal readings on the patients screen.
"Doctor, she's with child."
The doctor looked down at the women's face. Vulcan, in her mid thirties, or so she looked in human terms.
"You have to save her."