1 Wrongability
Annoying theme music begins..
Captain Jonathan Archer sat in the mess hall, twiddling his thumbs, his brow furrowed in what onlookers mistakenly conceived as deep thought. But in actuality his mind was one vacant abyss.
Commander T'Pol stood on the bridge, trying to look passive.
Ensign Sato sat on the bridge and looked at T'Pol.
"I'm feeling a little nauseous. Do you smell something?"
"You're imagining things Ensign." T'Pol says disregarding what Sato is saying immediately.
About 5 minutes later Sato falls limply to the bridge floor. T'Pol walks over to her prone body leisurely and checks for a pulse, none. The lengths humans will go to, to be contrary, she thinks to herself.
"Medical Alert on the bridge" She says into her com badge.
"What's the problem?" The Doctor says through the com.
"It appears as if Ensign Sato is dead."
"Oh alright, bring her to sickbay."
"Shouldn't you come here?"
"Commander," The Doctor says in a condescending voice, "Have you ever seen me outside of sick bay?"
"No."
"Exactly. Bring her here."
T'Pol picks up Sato's dead body and heads for the turbo lift.
Trip was in engineering still trying to configure the torpedoes to hit what they aim it at when his legs gave out and he collapsed to the ground.
"Are you alright?" Reed asked him.
"I'm fine I just tripped." Trip replied not noticing his horrible pun.
"Tripped." Reed said as he began chortling in his British accent, after all he being the token British person aboard.
"Yeah real funny." Trip said his Texas accent grating on Reed's nerves. Trip then got up and began speaking about some experiences he had "back home" on earth. The story seemed endless to Reed who was fighting off the urge to do bodily harm to the slack jawed yokel. Something in Reed snapped and he began choking Trip. Trip tried valliantly to fight him off but it was to no avail, and as his dying words, or word I should say he uttered. "Mommy."
Captain Archer smelled something in the air, smells good, he thought. Then inexplicably he arose and headed to the bridge, When he got there he noticed that it was only him and Mr. Mayweather.
"Where is T'pol and Ensign whatshername?" He asked.
"Hmm? Oh I think Sato is dead sir, at least I think something to that effect was mentioned."
"Oh, so see any interesting phenomena?"
"Just about to pass a star."
"Really? What kind?"
"It's shiney!."
"Let's take a closer look shall we Mr. Mayweather?"
Mr. Mayweather set course for the nearbye star.
In the future..
The Enterprise E was inspecting the hull plating.
"Wow this looks like a piece of the hull from the very first Enterprise." Geordi exclaimed.
"I wonder what happened to them." Riker wondered aloud.
"I guess we'll never know." Geordi sighed.
"Well I'll see you tonight for that poker game right?"
"Yup, see you there Commander."
The End
Annoying theme music begins..
Captain Jonathan Archer sat in the mess hall, twiddling his thumbs, his brow furrowed in what onlookers mistakenly conceived as deep thought. But in actuality his mind was one vacant abyss.
Commander T'Pol stood on the bridge, trying to look passive.
Ensign Sato sat on the bridge and looked at T'Pol.
"I'm feeling a little nauseous. Do you smell something?"
"You're imagining things Ensign." T'Pol says disregarding what Sato is saying immediately.
About 5 minutes later Sato falls limply to the bridge floor. T'Pol walks over to her prone body leisurely and checks for a pulse, none. The lengths humans will go to, to be contrary, she thinks to herself.
"Medical Alert on the bridge" She says into her com badge.
"What's the problem?" The Doctor says through the com.
"It appears as if Ensign Sato is dead."
"Oh alright, bring her to sickbay."
"Shouldn't you come here?"
"Commander," The Doctor says in a condescending voice, "Have you ever seen me outside of sick bay?"
"No."
"Exactly. Bring her here."
T'Pol picks up Sato's dead body and heads for the turbo lift.
Trip was in engineering still trying to configure the torpedoes to hit what they aim it at when his legs gave out and he collapsed to the ground.
"Are you alright?" Reed asked him.
"I'm fine I just tripped." Trip replied not noticing his horrible pun.
"Tripped." Reed said as he began chortling in his British accent, after all he being the token British person aboard.
"Yeah real funny." Trip said his Texas accent grating on Reed's nerves. Trip then got up and began speaking about some experiences he had "back home" on earth. The story seemed endless to Reed who was fighting off the urge to do bodily harm to the slack jawed yokel. Something in Reed snapped and he began choking Trip. Trip tried valliantly to fight him off but it was to no avail, and as his dying words, or word I should say he uttered. "Mommy."
Captain Archer smelled something in the air, smells good, he thought. Then inexplicably he arose and headed to the bridge, When he got there he noticed that it was only him and Mr. Mayweather.
"Where is T'pol and Ensign whatshername?" He asked.
"Hmm? Oh I think Sato is dead sir, at least I think something to that effect was mentioned."
"Oh, so see any interesting phenomena?"
"Just about to pass a star."
"Really? What kind?"
"It's shiney!."
"Let's take a closer look shall we Mr. Mayweather?"
Mr. Mayweather set course for the nearbye star.
In the future..
The Enterprise E was inspecting the hull plating.
"Wow this looks like a piece of the hull from the very first Enterprise." Geordi exclaimed.
"I wonder what happened to them." Riker wondered aloud.
"I guess we'll never know." Geordi sighed.
"Well I'll see you tonight for that poker game right?"
"Yup, see you there Commander."
The End