Not wanting to work in a vacuum for my first endeavour in this genre, I called on my friend - and fellow writer - Cathy McKim. Cathy contributed many of the monologues in the play and helped me hammer out the dialogue. My then-partner Peter Guts gave us many suggestions on punching up the technobabble quotient. Then Christina and I sat down together and went through the whole thing again - making it tighter, funnier, and stranger.

Then things got really wild. The play found itself without a director, and Christina asked me to direct with help from another friend of hers, Nancy O'Neill. Then we lost our Worf. We re-cast. Then we lost our Ensign. Not a huge part, we re-cast again. Then, just a week before the con, we lost our Kira. Cathy stepped in, learning lines and blocking in a phenomenally short rehearsal time. And then... we went to the con and had a ball.

Cast photos