The Orville [ 90% UPDATED ]

Captain Ed Mercer stared at the viewscreen on the bridge of the USS Orville . A shimmering, iridescent cloud the size of Jupiter was currently digesting a small moon. Science scans indicated it was a rogue, non-corporeal lifeform with the cognitive capacity of a mildly ambitious goldfish.

They jury-rigged the Sagan ’s comm array into a disperser. Bortus, with a single, sorrowful tear rolling down his stony cheek, uncapped the bottle and poured its foul, viscous contents into the emitter. The smell alone made Alara gag. The Orville

Back on the bridge, the crew was picking themselves up off the floor. Captain Ed Mercer stared at the viewscreen on

Just then, Dr. Fen hailed them. “Captain Mercer,” she said, a wild, maniacal grin on her face. “You’ve just committed the first act of biological warfare using a fermented beverage. I’m submitting a paper. Title: ‘Palate Cleansing at the Galactic Scale: How a Moclan’s Poor Life Choices Saved the Union.’” They jury-rigged the Sagan ’s comm array into a disperser