Toltier laughed. "I'll show you, but you can't interfere with what happens."
"OK, you damned cat. I won't interfere as long as it's funny."
Grinning, Toltier focused the well on a new place, Space Station DS9
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The Professor was trilled to meet Dax and had to ask, "Are you a member of the Tokra? Or are you a subvarient species of the Guaold?"
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Luna looked at Odo, stars in her eyes! A new, inteligent species that could transform!
Odo was uncomfortable at the looks that the human girl was giving him. In the days that followed, it was common to see Odo running, changing form, and doing anything to get away from the obviously infatuated human girl, who kept mumbling something about 'guinea pigs'.
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Doctor Bashir was amazed. This person, known as the Doctor was surprising as she was interesting. If it wasn't for the fact that she had helped him stop Section 31 from trying to recruit him, yet again, he would have suspected she was part of that group.
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Henchgirl spent her time with the O'Brians, not only facinating little Molly with what she could do, but spending several hours a day discussing engineering plans and how to improve them. Already, one of the cargo bays had been converted into an impromptu laboratory which had a sign saying that those who entered would find out about things no being was supposed to know. The mad cackling that was heard coming from the door, even with no one in it, spooked station personel.
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Quark was crying out loud. For a person who never heard of Dabo before, Mr. Black had managed to win big. Extremely big. The strangest thing was that Black was bored with winning and was trying his best to lose all of the gold pressed latinum that he had won. Humans were going to be the death of him. They kept surprising him, making no sense, and fosting addicting drinks, such as Root Beer and Cream Soda on the rest of the unsuspecting universe.
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Garak was commiserating with Mr. Black. The two of them tried to stay out of the limelight, but somehow, their luck seemed to keep pulling them back in. It was hell, it was interesting, it was a living. As they were getting more into their drinking, they started to discuss a practical joke which, a few days later, would become famous and make the rounds throughout the known governments. For more than a year, visitors to the station would tend to avoid getting into violence as no one knew how the Boston Cream Pies kept targeting people, or how they were teleported without a signature.
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Captain Sisko was holed up in his office. He didn't dare go out too often because things were happening, and none of it was illegal. Topping that, he had tried to contact Starfleet for some help, or an idea how a wooden sailing vessel was docked to his station. All he was told that Mr. Black and his crew were to be given full support, not questioned, and most of all, not annoyed. Bloody politicians stated it was part of General Order number 306. As far as he knew, the General Orders only went to 300, what the hell were numbers 301 to 306?
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"OK. It's a bit funny." Q was forced to admit. Not that he liked admitting it, but at least it was better than Oblivion.
"Knew you'd see it my way" the smug cat stated.