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17) Stress-balls
"Eek! Eek! Eek!"
Picard's furry new stress-ball was a loud one. He was having so much fun with it that he almost didn't hear the squeak that came from the console.
"What is it, Ensign?"
After more jumping and squeaking, the tribbles patched through an audio transmission.
"Shuttle Scrap Metal requesting clearance to land! We're badly damaged!"
Picard pondered for a second, squeezing the tribble.
"I don't remember sending a shuttle out. Oh well. Open the main shuttle bay."
He tapped his commbadge, calling Sickbay itself instead of Dr. Crusher personally.
"Medical team to Main Shuttle bay."
Three minutes and 37.77 seconds later Dr. Crusher accompanied by Geordi, Data with Spot still on his head, and a horde of tribbles arrived outside the main shuttle bay doors.
"Okay, now wait for the shuttle -no don't!" Crusher started as the tribbles climbed through a convenient open hatch.
18) Emergency Landing Pad
From outside the bay, they heard a series of sounds following this order: Crash, squeak, crunch, squish.
"My minions!" Crusher bawled as she opened the door.
Our dynamic trio (quartet if you count Spot) were greeted with the sight of a flipped over shuttle and a large blood smear, which the remaining tribbles were lapping up.
"My poor minions!!" The nearest seven tribbles reacted to this and began to nuzzle the distressed doctor's ankle. In turn, she crouched and began to pet her 'minions'.
Meanwhile, Data and Geordi went over to inspect the smoking shuttle. Suddenly Spot hissed and leapt off the android's head as a orange, bristly mass.
"I wonder what is wrong-" the android stated before the shuttle door conveniently fell atop him in such away to pop his head off. Unfazed, the android's head rolled to the side and finished his sentence."-With Spot? Oh, I see." He added realizing his current predicament. Just then a horde (if three can be a horde) of Romulans stampeded out of the shuttle, knocking La Forge off his feet as they headed out of the shuttle bay.
Overcoming her shock, Crusher's eyes narrowed as she ripped opened an unsuspecting crate (poor crate T.T). Emptying the said crate's contents, 50 hand phasers no less, into the mass of tribbles, she then hefted her own phaser rifle, which was conveniently at the bottom of the crate.
"We hunt my minions! Eheeheehee!" With that she ran out the shuttle bay doors to 'hunt' the Romulans, closely followed by the phaser-wielding tribbles.
17) Stress-balls
"Eek! Eek! Eek!"
Picard's furry new stress-ball was a loud one. He was having so much fun with it that he almost didn't hear the squeak that came from the console.
"What is it, Ensign?"
After more jumping and squeaking, the tribbles patched through an audio transmission.
"Shuttle Scrap Metal requesting clearance to land! We're badly damaged!"
Picard pondered for a second, squeezing the tribble.
"I don't remember sending a shuttle out. Oh well. Open the main shuttle bay."
He tapped his commbadge, calling Sickbay itself instead of Dr. Crusher personally.
"Medical team to Main Shuttle bay."
Three minutes and 37.77 seconds later Dr. Crusher accompanied by Geordi, Data with Spot still on his head, and a horde of tribbles arrived outside the main shuttle bay doors.
"Okay, now wait for the shuttle -no don't!" Crusher started as the tribbles climbed through a convenient open hatch.
18) Emergency Landing Pad
From outside the bay, they heard a series of sounds following this order: Crash, squeak, crunch, squish.
"My minions!" Crusher bawled as she opened the door.
Our dynamic trio (quartet if you count Spot) were greeted with the sight of a flipped over shuttle and a large blood smear, which the remaining tribbles were lapping up.
"My poor minions!!" The nearest seven tribbles reacted to this and began to nuzzle the distressed doctor's ankle. In turn, she crouched and began to pet her 'minions'.
Meanwhile, Data and Geordi went over to inspect the smoking shuttle. Suddenly Spot hissed and leapt off the android's head as a orange, bristly mass.
"I wonder what is wrong-" the android stated before the shuttle door conveniently fell atop him in such away to pop his head off. Unfazed, the android's head rolled to the side and finished his sentence."-With Spot? Oh, I see." He added realizing his current predicament. Just then a horde (if three can be a horde) of Romulans stampeded out of the shuttle, knocking La Forge off his feet as they headed out of the shuttle bay.
Overcoming her shock, Crusher's eyes narrowed as she ripped opened an unsuspecting crate (poor crate T.T). Emptying the said crate's contents, 50 hand phasers no less, into the mass of tribbles, she then hefted her own phaser rifle, which was conveniently at the bottom of the crate.
"We hunt my minions! Eheeheehee!" With that she ran out the shuttle bay doors to 'hunt' the Romulans, closely followed by the phaser-wielding tribbles.