A/N: This fateful story began, as many things seem to do, one French lesson (this is probably because Kat and Molly sit next to each other in those, and crazy things happen. It began as the short, innocent little nine-word message you see below, and has now accidentally turned into an over 50-page long, over 13,000 words (and still growing scarily rapidly) email that has been sent between us over the past few months.
The first few chapters (each one an email written alternately by one of us) will be posted all at once, so you can really get into the thick of things, and then they will be posted one every couple of days, depending on what you (the kind people who review) want, with the exception of when we are on holiday, as then it will be kinda difficult, as we have no internet. But it should be a very long time that way before we run out of stuff to post.
Ensigns Richards the Elder (Kat) and Tang (Molly), are us, and characters you may recognise from Pancakes, which I recommend you visit, the moment you have finished reading this. It is marginally less cracky, but not by that much.
All shall be explained later, and honest, it gets better once we get further in and end up with tribbles, characters switching bodies, evil crossover vortexes of doom, and all the awesomeness yet to come.
DISCLAIMER (which shall last for the whole story, or else): anything you recognise probably isn't ours. We each own a tribble, a bed, lots of fluffy toys, and some share of a computer, but that is about it. Honestly, does Star Trek look as though we wrote it (hint: look at the style of this, i.e. no).
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And so, we present, as written by Molly, the beginning:
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We hawe located the Klingons, Keptin! Nuclear Wessels, attack!
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Yes, that's all it started with. And then Kat replied, and it grew, and grew, and grew, and is still growing...
But yes. Onto the next chapter...