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NOTE: Hi Everyone! Tonight is Mischief Night, a.k.a. Goosey Night, a.k.a. ...Cabbage Night...? Basically, it's the day before Halloween! So, in the mischievous spirit of this goosey cabbage season, I offer up the following Halloween story to be ripped from my brain and served to you in several parts. Bwa ha ha! OK, that sounded pretty gross. Anyway, it's inspired by something but if I tell you what it'll give the game away, so I'll put the references in at the end. Until then, I hope you enjoy my story! :D
Haunted
A Halloween Story by Rowena Zahnrei
Part I
A blinking signal light appeared on Lt. Worf's upper bridge security console. The Klingon officer quickly tapped the keypad.
"Captain," he announced. "We are getting a distress call. The TerraLuna XIII colony requests immediate assistance."
"TerraLuna," the first officer, Commander Riker, repeated. He turned to face the captain. "We were just there a week ago delivering medical and construction supplies. Everything was fine."
Captain Picard rose from his command chair.
"Does the message provide any details, Lieutenant?"
"It is the standard, repeating distress signal for a colony—" Worf frowned and tapped at his console. "Captain, the level of urgency has just been raised. The signal now indicates the colony is under attack."
"Attack?" Counselor Deanna Troi said. "But, that colony was only established eight months ago. They have nothing of any value, no strategic importance. What could possibly have happened?"
Captain Picard looked up at his security chief.
"Are there any other ships in the area, Mr. Worf?"
"No, sir," Worf reported.
"Long range sensors indicate no unusual electromagnetic activity or energy surges in the vicinity of the system," the android second officer, Lt. Commander Data, volunteered from his ops station at the front of the bridge. "If the colony is under attack, it is not likely to be from orbit."
"A natural disaster, perhaps?" Riker suggested. "They haven't yet established a weather protection grid."
"Surely, that wouldn't qualify as an 'attack,' Troi said.
Picard pursed his lips.
"Signal Starfleet and the colony," he ordered, tugging at the hem of his uniform's tunic as he resumed his place in his command chair. "Tell them the Enterprise is on her way. Helm, set a course back to TerraLuna XIII. Warp Nine."
The navigation officer, Ensign Gates, efficiently tapped the required settings into her control console.
"Aye, sir. Warp Nine," she said.
Captain Picard leaned forward, his eyes fixed on the starscape filling the viewscreen ahead.
"Engage."
To Be Continued...
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