High Score!
A Star Trek: The Next Generation Fan Fiction Oneshot.
!WARNING! Crackfic ahead, pure comedy. Not meant for those with Severe Lack Of Sense Of Humor or Serious Fans of the Star Trek series. You have been warned.
Prompt: 99b. Henceforth, the "high score" indicator will be removed from the main viewscreen.
"Firing photon torpedoes." The Klingon tactical officer reported as the enterprise deployed a full spread in the general direction of a rouge K'Tinga warship, a torpedo managed to impact the damaged engineering section, destroying the ship. "The ship has been destroyed captain, no survivors." He reported.
"Good," responded the ships captain. "Contact Starfleet and tell them- What on earth is THIS?" He yelled, gesturing towards the large display on the main viewscreen where a large statement of 'New High Score: 3' was flashing obnoxiously in the top right corner.
"It appears to be a high score counter captain," the android officer, Commander Data responded, turning in his seat to look at his commanding officer. "However, I am unsure as to why it is here."
"Number One, do you have any idea what this is doing here?" The captain asked, turning to his first officer with a look of perplexed look on his face.
"No sir, I don't." The bearded man answered, confusion evident on his face.
"Sir, there is only one possibility as to the cause of this. Q." The young ensign at the navigational console pointed out.
"Shut up Wesley!" The captain replied, he had no time for this, they needed to fix the viewscreen before they contacted Starfleet.
Without any sort of warning there was a flash on the bridge and a man wearing an old Napoleonic war Admirals uniform appeared, causing Everyone to jump and Worf to pull out his phaser. "Oh but captain, he has it right. I just thought you might like a little counter for your many murders, Humans to seem to enjoy keeping track of how many innocent lives they take." The omnipotent being pointed out mockingly.
"Q, I have had it up to here with you! Get off of my ship and take your pathetic little counter with you!" The captain yelled in rage.
"I am hurt that you would be so rude Jean-Luc!" He stated sarcastically. "But alas, I should not be surprised. Humans are a brutish, rude, murderous race after all."
"Humans are far more evolved and mature than you are Q." He retorted.
"I don't know why I even try with you anymore Picard, you are just so, so BORING. So boring that it hurts! I try and brighten up your dull dreary existence and you just insult me and tell me to leave. So you know what? I shall! I am giving up on you Jean-Luc, I am gone!" The entity yelled in frustration, with a flash of light Q and his scorecounter were gone from the bridge of the enterprise.
~Fin
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