Well here is the next chapter as promised. Um….. I am going to go hide in
my nuclear fallout shelter with my fish now. I think I committed
sacrilege. Please review.
DC: Star Trek Belongs to Paramount (pause) everybody eat cheese.
Chapter Three – Spock on Formal Dinner Dresses for the Female Crewmember:
And The Real Reason why there are Crewmen with Beanies Squirting People with Squirt Guns on the Enterprise.
"So, what do you think, Spock? Do you like the pink dress or the green dress better?"
Spock, who was perched at his usual position on the edge of Commander T'Kaia's bed, merely yawned and stretched his legs out in front of him. T'Kaia sighed, not at all surprised at her cat's indifference.
"Ok, the green one it is. You have very good taste, Spock."
"Thank you, Commander."
"Aarugh! Spock! What are you doing here?"
As Spock the person, not Spock the cat, walked through the door, he raised an eyebrow at the pile of dresses on the bed and the sleepy cat lying watch over them.
"I have come to inform you that the dance has been momentarily canceled because of an interpersonal problem aboard the ship. I hope that this doesn't interfere too much with your plans."
"Our plans."
"Indeed."
T'Kaia fumed.
She plopped herself on the bed over the rejected dresses, and tucked her black hair behind one gracefully pointed ear. Here green brown eyes sparked a warning that Spock failed to notice.
"Aren't you just a little bit disappointed Spock? This is the first formal dance that the Enterprise has held since I've been here. Weren't you looking forward to dancing with me?"
"Yes, you are most apt in the art. You do not step on my toes."
"Oh shut up, Spock, you know what I mean."
(Silence)
"WWEEEELLLLLLL, aren't you going to say something?"
"I believe you just told me to shut up."
"AAARRRRUUUUUUGGGGHHHHHH! Get outta here!"
Spock retreated from the room behind a barrage of dresses, shoes and various other party wear being thrown at him, wondering where he had gone wrong.
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Deep in the bowels of the ship, Deep, deep deep where no one has ever gone before.
Aw here just let me describe it. If you go down the hidden turbo shaft at the back of sickbay, and hang a left… and then left again, and then go down a ladder that is rusted, and through Jeffries tube that is filed with spider webs, (don't say it I know! I know! Spiders on the Enterprise? Just don't cook me for dinner for this one!) which smelled of Klingon and worse, is a small room with one console. It is the intraship communications station. The great switchboard of the ship. Anyway, where was I…. Ohyeah!
Deep, Deep, Waaaaaaay down deep in the ship was the cause of all the turmoil.
Squinting at the screen in front of her Lt. Meredith Tasaki was laughing her head off at the ruckus on deck ten.
Chekov was in the midst of reviewing his army. A sorry bunch of deck hands who happened to be in the wrong mess hall al the wrong time. Chekov had burst in with a phaser and had demanded their immediate allegiance to him.
"You all vill be my right hand men, or left hand, which ever you prefer." Said Chekov as he marched up and down the line of quivering recruits. "I will grant each of you a piece of the spoils of this war once we are through. Collins, you are a good man, you get Austria!"
"Y..yes sir," said poor Collins who was from the colony planet of Darnvar, and didn't know where the heck Austria even was.
"You, Egerson, get to rule Siberia. It is a touch to chilly for my taste up there, all I am interested in is the warm water ports of Sweden to boost the economy of our beloved country."
"Aye Aye, sir," said Egerson, who was a black skinned Jamaican and the last person on the ship who wanted to be doomed to rule a place comparable to Rura Penthe.
"All right, we attack now. And remember, old soldiers never die, nobody lives forever, Carpe Diem, and charge."
The small troop marched off in front of Chekov, who was still holding the phaser, while he demanded that they address him as Your Highness, General Pavel, or O Captain, my Captain.
"Tee Heee Haaa Hah!" cried Lt. Meredith Tasaki as she switched to a view of Stanton Swinging from a rope in Sickbay demanding that no one but herself could enter the Temple of Doom. Doctor McCoy and Nurse Chapel stood in the door, held up by a portable forcefeild that Eliza had stole from the munitions department. Doctor McCoy was in the middle of telling her that is she didn't let him in this very instant, he was going to show her a real temple on the surface of Calista three where the natives buried their sacrifices alive after administering an unique form of acupuncture that attracts flesh eating sand wasps.
"Oh this is to good to pass up." Mumbled Tasaki.
She punched a few controls, and did something complicated and unexplainable to the intraship scanners, and then she looked happily at the screen.
"Time to take your medicine Doc!"
She pushed a large red button near the top of the board, and on the screen, an energy surge flashed through the portable forcefeild that was blocking the entrance to sickbay. It shown with an eerie blue glow and then solidified into a myriad of colors. The Doctor and the Nurse clamed their hands over their eyes a minute to late. They had seen Tasaki's little present.
"Tee Hee HaHa!" she cried softly as McCoy removed his hands from his eyes. They were glowing purple. He smirked and leaned over to Christine.
"Ya know what?"
"What."
"I know the secret of the universe!"
"Ooooo, whatisit!"
"Promise not to tell."
"I promise."
He leaned in closer to her, and Tasaki had to turn up the incoming signal to hear. She also leaned forward to listen the secret of the universe.
"The secret is…………….. slinkys."
Tasaki jumped up and cried with laughter. Finally she had done it! Grinning with glee she grabbed her chair and spun it around.
"It worked, it worked, it worked it worked!" she sung.
She now had total control of the Enterprise. With half the crew under the effects of the ion storm, thanks to her manipulation of the screens, forcefeilds, and computer monitors all over the ship, and the other half chasing that half, she had no one to give her orders.
"No more yes sir, right away sir, let me lick you boots sir, I'll get that right away for you sir! I am free, free to do what ever I want."
But now, what was she going to do. Tasaki slumped in her seat, for a moment deflated. Then a small smile slowly spread across her face. She began to turn on every screen in the communications room. Scenes of the corridors of the Enterprise bean to fill with episodes of Pokemon, Sailor Moon, ER, Digimon, and a variety of other anime style cartoons from years ago. A TV junkies paradise. She sighed and ordered a margarita from the food replicator.
Life was good.
DC: Star Trek Belongs to Paramount (pause) everybody eat cheese.
Chapter Three – Spock on Formal Dinner Dresses for the Female Crewmember:
And The Real Reason why there are Crewmen with Beanies Squirting People with Squirt Guns on the Enterprise.
"So, what do you think, Spock? Do you like the pink dress or the green dress better?"
Spock, who was perched at his usual position on the edge of Commander T'Kaia's bed, merely yawned and stretched his legs out in front of him. T'Kaia sighed, not at all surprised at her cat's indifference.
"Ok, the green one it is. You have very good taste, Spock."
"Thank you, Commander."
"Aarugh! Spock! What are you doing here?"
As Spock the person, not Spock the cat, walked through the door, he raised an eyebrow at the pile of dresses on the bed and the sleepy cat lying watch over them.
"I have come to inform you that the dance has been momentarily canceled because of an interpersonal problem aboard the ship. I hope that this doesn't interfere too much with your plans."
"Our plans."
"Indeed."
T'Kaia fumed.
She plopped herself on the bed over the rejected dresses, and tucked her black hair behind one gracefully pointed ear. Here green brown eyes sparked a warning that Spock failed to notice.
"Aren't you just a little bit disappointed Spock? This is the first formal dance that the Enterprise has held since I've been here. Weren't you looking forward to dancing with me?"
"Yes, you are most apt in the art. You do not step on my toes."
"Oh shut up, Spock, you know what I mean."
(Silence)
"WWEEEELLLLLLL, aren't you going to say something?"
"I believe you just told me to shut up."
"AAARRRRUUUUUUGGGGHHHHHH! Get outta here!"
Spock retreated from the room behind a barrage of dresses, shoes and various other party wear being thrown at him, wondering where he had gone wrong.
---------------------------______________--------------------------------
Deep in the bowels of the ship, Deep, deep deep where no one has ever gone before.
Aw here just let me describe it. If you go down the hidden turbo shaft at the back of sickbay, and hang a left… and then left again, and then go down a ladder that is rusted, and through Jeffries tube that is filed with spider webs, (don't say it I know! I know! Spiders on the Enterprise? Just don't cook me for dinner for this one!) which smelled of Klingon and worse, is a small room with one console. It is the intraship communications station. The great switchboard of the ship. Anyway, where was I…. Ohyeah!
Deep, Deep, Waaaaaaay down deep in the ship was the cause of all the turmoil.
Squinting at the screen in front of her Lt. Meredith Tasaki was laughing her head off at the ruckus on deck ten.
Chekov was in the midst of reviewing his army. A sorry bunch of deck hands who happened to be in the wrong mess hall al the wrong time. Chekov had burst in with a phaser and had demanded their immediate allegiance to him.
"You all vill be my right hand men, or left hand, which ever you prefer." Said Chekov as he marched up and down the line of quivering recruits. "I will grant each of you a piece of the spoils of this war once we are through. Collins, you are a good man, you get Austria!"
"Y..yes sir," said poor Collins who was from the colony planet of Darnvar, and didn't know where the heck Austria even was.
"You, Egerson, get to rule Siberia. It is a touch to chilly for my taste up there, all I am interested in is the warm water ports of Sweden to boost the economy of our beloved country."
"Aye Aye, sir," said Egerson, who was a black skinned Jamaican and the last person on the ship who wanted to be doomed to rule a place comparable to Rura Penthe.
"All right, we attack now. And remember, old soldiers never die, nobody lives forever, Carpe Diem, and charge."
The small troop marched off in front of Chekov, who was still holding the phaser, while he demanded that they address him as Your Highness, General Pavel, or O Captain, my Captain.
"Tee Heee Haaa Hah!" cried Lt. Meredith Tasaki as she switched to a view of Stanton Swinging from a rope in Sickbay demanding that no one but herself could enter the Temple of Doom. Doctor McCoy and Nurse Chapel stood in the door, held up by a portable forcefeild that Eliza had stole from the munitions department. Doctor McCoy was in the middle of telling her that is she didn't let him in this very instant, he was going to show her a real temple on the surface of Calista three where the natives buried their sacrifices alive after administering an unique form of acupuncture that attracts flesh eating sand wasps.
"Oh this is to good to pass up." Mumbled Tasaki.
She punched a few controls, and did something complicated and unexplainable to the intraship scanners, and then she looked happily at the screen.
"Time to take your medicine Doc!"
She pushed a large red button near the top of the board, and on the screen, an energy surge flashed through the portable forcefeild that was blocking the entrance to sickbay. It shown with an eerie blue glow and then solidified into a myriad of colors. The Doctor and the Nurse clamed their hands over their eyes a minute to late. They had seen Tasaki's little present.
"Tee Hee HaHa!" she cried softly as McCoy removed his hands from his eyes. They were glowing purple. He smirked and leaned over to Christine.
"Ya know what?"
"What."
"I know the secret of the universe!"
"Ooooo, whatisit!"
"Promise not to tell."
"I promise."
He leaned in closer to her, and Tasaki had to turn up the incoming signal to hear. She also leaned forward to listen the secret of the universe.
"The secret is…………….. slinkys."
Tasaki jumped up and cried with laughter. Finally she had done it! Grinning with glee she grabbed her chair and spun it around.
"It worked, it worked, it worked it worked!" she sung.
She now had total control of the Enterprise. With half the crew under the effects of the ion storm, thanks to her manipulation of the screens, forcefeilds, and computer monitors all over the ship, and the other half chasing that half, she had no one to give her orders.
"No more yes sir, right away sir, let me lick you boots sir, I'll get that right away for you sir! I am free, free to do what ever I want."
But now, what was she going to do. Tasaki slumped in her seat, for a moment deflated. Then a small smile slowly spread across her face. She began to turn on every screen in the communications room. Scenes of the corridors of the Enterprise bean to fill with episodes of Pokemon, Sailor Moon, ER, Digimon, and a variety of other anime style cartoons from years ago. A TV junkies paradise. She sighed and ordered a margarita from the food replicator.
Life was good.