This is the tale of Darth Chyrone, the most evil Dark Lord of the Sith that ever lived. You see,
Lord Chyrone does not have any legs to carry him places. He does not have any arms to hold
either a blaster or lightsaber. He doesn't even have a mouth, to talk. All he has is a very deep
understanding of the dark side. And lots of fur.
For Darth Chyrone is the scariest life form of all; he is a tribble. A small ball of fur that is, as Dr. McCoy
says, born pregnant. What's so scary about these cute, soothing balls of relaxation, you may ask?
Think about it for awhile.
You come into possession of one, and it begins to dominate and control you. You stoke and pet it as it
makes soothing, cooing sounds, and you are now WILLING to do it's every bidding. It's evil plan has begun.
You take it aboard your starship; and very quickly the offspring of Darth Chyrone are all over your ship.
You take it home, take care of it, and within a few days your house is now his. You share a tribble or two
with neighbours and friends, and a few weeks later Darth Chyrone and his brood own your town or city.
A few months later, and they infest your country; next comes your entire planet. All of your people are
homeless and starving to death. And yet you and the rest of your people are perfectly willing, as it is cute,
and makes soothing, purring sounds. It has fooled everybody.
Well, almost everybody.
Many centuries ago, the Klingons went on "The Great Tribble Hunt" of Klingon folklore. I, for one,
am glad that they did. I'm glad that they hunted the tribbles to extinction. For if they hadn't, then the
whole galaxy or even the entire universe would now be under the control of a small, furry, cute,
Dark Lord of the Sith named Darth Chyrone.