The curse of the Furby costume
I heard large paws gaining on me as I ran through the forest suddenly I feel long rugged claws cut into my back. I saw something flash yellow out of the corner of my eye. Feeling my blood starting to seep into my clothing and patches of skin being savagely ripped off my person as I was torn slowly limb from limb while my whole life flashed before my eyes… then suddenly my world went black…
4 months earlier
Urg why does Merlin have to be so incompetent? Running into uncharted territory like that; again. Isn't he supposed to be a fully trained Starfleet officer? I'd have kicked him out of my crew by now if he wasn't so intelligent and knowledgeable… and hot. Oh shit; did I really just think that about one of those insufferable peasants? And of that one no less, a weak, scrawny thing like Mr. Emrys? "MERLIN WHERE THE DEVIL ARE YOU?" I roared. A rustling sound echoes around me as something closes in just then a creature comes straight at me. I'm bleeding before I hear my first officers voice bellowing "Gestepe hole! Þurhhæle"; whatever the fuck that means, before I passed out and woke up on my ship with Merlin and Morgana standing over me looking suspiciously concerned…