In response to reviews, here is a sequel to One Really Weird Day using
suggestions you have sent to me through reviews (Thanx Charmenga, Meredith
T, Elf/Vampire… and the rest CHALLENGE ACCEPTED! I want this one to be
partially interactive, so send suggestions through reviews; I really want
to see what happens when a collective star trek group mind pools their
resources.
This may get a little messy
HeHeHe.
1.1.1 GOING POSTAL
BY: Keridwen
Yet another ordinary day for the crew of the starship Enterprise.
Kirk had come on to the bridge with his morning coffee. Lt. Uhura had left five minutes later after the Captain spilled it all over her when yet another freak ion storm flared up. The ship shook for a few minutes and Scotty ran in distress to his engine room to make sure not a bolt fell out of place. Uhura returned with a new uniform, and tried to see whom she could contact through the storm. As usual nobody could be reached. Although they were close to five star bases and three other starships, the ion storm effectively sealed them off (Again) from the rest of the universe.
"I believe it is time to batten down the hatches," said Kirk, "this looks like it is going to be a very long storm."
(He checks the chronometer)
"Ah, looks like gamma shift is about to come on. Well people, it's time to have a break, Uhura, call Lt. Stanton to the bridge. She can hold down the fort until we get back."
(Uhura to comm. Board)
Lt. Stanton to the bridge. Report for Gamma mid shift duty."
Deep inside the ship, a female voice screamed, "NNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"
((((((((((((()))))))))))))))))))))))))))((((((((((((((((((((((((())))))))))) ))))))))))
FIFTEEN MINUTES LATER
Bored Bored Bored Bored Bored Bored Bored Bored Bored Bored Bored BORED!!!
Lt. Eliza Marie Stanton was on the bridge alone.
Again.
"Bored Bored nothing here to do, I feel like I'm in a zoo. Hey! This could be a song if only I had a kazoo!"
Looking around and realizing that she was talking to herself, Eliza stopped giggling like a maniac.
/OK. Time to find something to do/, she thought.
"Stanton to rec room one, is any body down there!"
(From the Comm.) Go Go Go Go Go Go ! YEAAAAAHHHHH! Sulu won! Ohmygod! I've never seen somebody drink so much chocolate milk! HeHe! He is going to blow chunks! No he's not! Wanna make a bet!"
Eliza sighed and turned off the intercom. She needed a new job in a bad way.
She twirled around in the command chair, her long blonde hair flying around her head, trying to think of something to do.
/Well, I could always analyze the ion storm; see if there are any interesting phenomena out there/.
She turned on the view screen to see what was out side. Last time it had been a Klingon Bird of Prey, (Or was it? Her memory was still fuzzy from last week. She could have sworn she'd seen one, but she couldn't say when).
Maybe there would be something out there.
The swirling patterns of the ion storm filled the screen. There were lights and sounds. She felt herself reach for the chair. She missed and fell to the ground, moaning and rubbing her eyes.
"Computer, return view screen to normal magnification!" she screamed as sounds and senses assaulted her mind. The view screen had been on magnification 300. She had just seen the storm in its sub particle state. It was experience that had been proven to be harmful to the human eyes. Sometimes people who saw it went insane.
"Ooohhhhhh."
When she finally got up and opened her eyes, they were glowing purple.
#^#^#^#^#^#^#^#^#^#^#^#^#^#^#^#^#^#^#^#^#^#^#^#^#^#^#^#^#^#
"Spock."
"Yes Captain."
"What are you doing?"
"Building a small replica of the great temple of Shirikani on Vulcan."
"Oh."
"Yes, I believe I have it at the accurate dimensions, one inch equaling one meter."
That was enough of an answer for Kirk, who really could care less what his crew did to unwind.
Doctor McCoy, however, was another matter.
"Spock, You're playing with Legos."
"I don't believe playing is an accurate term, Doctor. I am building a replica.."
"Yeah, Yeah, I heard. The great temple of Logic. Why."
"These are not the childs toy you refer to, Doctor, they are interconnecting blocks that rely on accurate position to maintain their state of equilibrium, it is a test in visual measurements and in the steadiness of ones hand."
"Wha… SPEAK ENGLISH SPOCK!"
"I believe I am, Doctor."
Kirk put a hand on McCoy's arm before his blood pressure started to soar.
"Bones, it's like a house made out of a deck of cards, or the game of Jenga. One wrong move and the whole place goes down."
"Precisely Captain."
"AAAIIIIEEEEEEEE, Die evil devils! I am Xena: The Warrior Princess! I am here to avenge those whom you have murdered. So prepared to have your faces kicked in!"
Everyone looked up at the railing where LT. Stanton stood with a sword strapped to her back, (I thought I got rid of all of those, thought Kirk) and a dinner plate in her hand.
"Lt. Stanton, Get down here!" shouted Kirk.
That was the least effective thing he could have done. Eliza fixed her glowing purple eyes upon the Captain and grinned evilly.
"Feel my wrath!"
She jumped and flipped in mid air to land ten feet directly in front of Kirk. As she came down, she flung the dinner plate at the Captain who had to duck really fast to avoid it. Then she drew her sword and charged.
"AAAIIIIIIIIIEEEE!"
Everybody ran.
NOTE: I don't own Jenga, Legos, or Xena.
1.2
This may get a little messy
HeHeHe.
1.1.1 GOING POSTAL
BY: Keridwen
Yet another ordinary day for the crew of the starship Enterprise.
Kirk had come on to the bridge with his morning coffee. Lt. Uhura had left five minutes later after the Captain spilled it all over her when yet another freak ion storm flared up. The ship shook for a few minutes and Scotty ran in distress to his engine room to make sure not a bolt fell out of place. Uhura returned with a new uniform, and tried to see whom she could contact through the storm. As usual nobody could be reached. Although they were close to five star bases and three other starships, the ion storm effectively sealed them off (Again) from the rest of the universe.
"I believe it is time to batten down the hatches," said Kirk, "this looks like it is going to be a very long storm."
(He checks the chronometer)
"Ah, looks like gamma shift is about to come on. Well people, it's time to have a break, Uhura, call Lt. Stanton to the bridge. She can hold down the fort until we get back."
(Uhura to comm. Board)
Lt. Stanton to the bridge. Report for Gamma mid shift duty."
Deep inside the ship, a female voice screamed, "NNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"
((((((((((((()))))))))))))))))))))))))))((((((((((((((((((((((((())))))))))) ))))))))))
FIFTEEN MINUTES LATER
Bored Bored Bored Bored Bored Bored Bored Bored Bored Bored Bored BORED!!!
Lt. Eliza Marie Stanton was on the bridge alone.
Again.
"Bored Bored nothing here to do, I feel like I'm in a zoo. Hey! This could be a song if only I had a kazoo!"
Looking around and realizing that she was talking to herself, Eliza stopped giggling like a maniac.
/OK. Time to find something to do/, she thought.
"Stanton to rec room one, is any body down there!"
(From the Comm.) Go Go Go Go Go Go ! YEAAAAAHHHHH! Sulu won! Ohmygod! I've never seen somebody drink so much chocolate milk! HeHe! He is going to blow chunks! No he's not! Wanna make a bet!"
Eliza sighed and turned off the intercom. She needed a new job in a bad way.
She twirled around in the command chair, her long blonde hair flying around her head, trying to think of something to do.
/Well, I could always analyze the ion storm; see if there are any interesting phenomena out there/.
She turned on the view screen to see what was out side. Last time it had been a Klingon Bird of Prey, (Or was it? Her memory was still fuzzy from last week. She could have sworn she'd seen one, but she couldn't say when).
Maybe there would be something out there.
The swirling patterns of the ion storm filled the screen. There were lights and sounds. She felt herself reach for the chair. She missed and fell to the ground, moaning and rubbing her eyes.
"Computer, return view screen to normal magnification!" she screamed as sounds and senses assaulted her mind. The view screen had been on magnification 300. She had just seen the storm in its sub particle state. It was experience that had been proven to be harmful to the human eyes. Sometimes people who saw it went insane.
"Ooohhhhhh."
When she finally got up and opened her eyes, they were glowing purple.
#^#^#^#^#^#^#^#^#^#^#^#^#^#^#^#^#^#^#^#^#^#^#^#^#^#^#^#^#^#
"Spock."
"Yes Captain."
"What are you doing?"
"Building a small replica of the great temple of Shirikani on Vulcan."
"Oh."
"Yes, I believe I have it at the accurate dimensions, one inch equaling one meter."
That was enough of an answer for Kirk, who really could care less what his crew did to unwind.
Doctor McCoy, however, was another matter.
"Spock, You're playing with Legos."
"I don't believe playing is an accurate term, Doctor. I am building a replica.."
"Yeah, Yeah, I heard. The great temple of Logic. Why."
"These are not the childs toy you refer to, Doctor, they are interconnecting blocks that rely on accurate position to maintain their state of equilibrium, it is a test in visual measurements and in the steadiness of ones hand."
"Wha… SPEAK ENGLISH SPOCK!"
"I believe I am, Doctor."
Kirk put a hand on McCoy's arm before his blood pressure started to soar.
"Bones, it's like a house made out of a deck of cards, or the game of Jenga. One wrong move and the whole place goes down."
"Precisely Captain."
"AAAIIIIEEEEEEEE, Die evil devils! I am Xena: The Warrior Princess! I am here to avenge those whom you have murdered. So prepared to have your faces kicked in!"
Everyone looked up at the railing where LT. Stanton stood with a sword strapped to her back, (I thought I got rid of all of those, thought Kirk) and a dinner plate in her hand.
"Lt. Stanton, Get down here!" shouted Kirk.
That was the least effective thing he could have done. Eliza fixed her glowing purple eyes upon the Captain and grinned evilly.
"Feel my wrath!"
She jumped and flipped in mid air to land ten feet directly in front of Kirk. As she came down, she flung the dinner plate at the Captain who had to duck really fast to avoid it. Then she drew her sword and charged.
"AAAIIIIIIIIIEEEE!"
Everybody ran.
NOTE: I don't own Jenga, Legos, or Xena.
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