Sukuru: Spock has plans. He may not share them, but he has them. And if he doesn't, well... You'll see.
And it's not dead, it's pining for the feuds!
Ariennye: Yay! New reviewer! And you DO know the plan! Just, you don't. But you do, but you don't... Man that's deep.
Not, without further adu... (REVIEW!)
Star Trekking for the Holy Grail
Saws, power tools, and falling tree's echoed in the woods surrounding the Enterprise. Harry Mudd had his old Stella robot - reprogrammed, of course - guarding the ship. At her station, she heard the echoes, and frowned.
There was nothing that should be making that sound. Harry had watched Kirk and his crew leave hours - days - ago. They were long gone.
The echoes said otherwise. Literally. Stella heard shouts, with the echoes:
"OW! You pointy-eared, green-blooded hobgoblin, you, watch where you're hammering!"
"Bones, quiet down and get to work!"
"Doctor, I AM watching where I hammer. You are getting your thumbs in the way before I can react-"
"Ah-HA! So you AREN'T perfect-"
"I never said that I-"
"You too, Spock!"
So, being the loyal and ugly slave-robot she was, Stella went to Harry and told him.
"Ah, nonsense, my dear. They're just trying to get us jittery. We won't."
"Harry, evidence suggests-"
"That you shut up? No, that's me."
(Can you guess the plan yet?)
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After all was said and done, the progress on the plan went pretty well. There was that minor setback about the back of rabid rabbits that McCoy called Rabies. They had driven the group off rather early in the project, and Jones had been all for continuing to run away shouting... well, 'Run away!'
But the Command Crew came back, phasers phasing, and killed all of the rabid rabbits called rabies, except one that had been identified as the leader. It hopped away rather quickly, taking out two redshirts as it went. It really did more then it needed when it killed them - it leaped up to the necks of the security guards and bit their necks off with one swift bite when it could of just tripped them in a patch of grass, where they probably would have impaled themselves on a blade of grass.
Anyway. The project was finished now, and the crew climbed up the trees as the monstrocity floated to the Enterprise. It came to a rest just outside.
Kirk still didn't like like it, and as he looked up at the monstrocity, a lone trumpet played in a dramatic way, then followed by a timpani. Kirk scowled, and the gargantaun wooden Klingon seemed to smirk. Kirk continued to scowl as he looked at Spock.
"What now?"
"Well, if my analisys of Mudd was correct, he should beam the Klingon aboard to sell it - Ah, there." Sure enough, the familiar transporter whine and familiar transporter light whined and glowed, respectively, as the Klingon dissolved.
"Alright, now how does Harry having this monstrocity help us?"
"Once it gets dark, you, Ensign Jones -"
"ME?!"
Spock ignored the interuption. "-and myself jump out of the Klingon and-"
Kirk stopped him. "Wait, who jumps out the monstrocity?"
Spock opened his mouth to reply, then stopped. And closed his mouth. And frowned. And frowned some more. "How could I not see that?" He wondered aloud. McCoy, apparently, found all of this extremely hilarious. At least, he did if you think uncontrollable bouts that result in his falling from the tree that continue until the burning sensation in his lungs reminds him that, yes, breathing is INDEED necasarry part of his continued existence, if you find all that a sign that someone finds something extremely hilarious, he found it extremely hilarious.
Kirk did not. And you didn't need me to tell you that, no indeed. Spock, too, fell out of the tree (triggering another bout of laughter in McCoy) from the hot air coming from Kirk that was directed at him. No one close to him was able to hear well for the next day or so, and Harry Mudd, scoundrel and swindler, found some new things to add to his list of things to call the REAL Stella if he ever saw her again.
And because of this, it was, amazingly, Jones who saved everyone by looking up in the sky as the giant Klingon rematerialized above the whole group and screamed bloody murder as he fell out of the tree to land among Spock, the second in command, and McCoy, who probably saw more of Jones then any other living, breathing being that was ever in existence in the universe. The rest of the group wouldn't of looked up, because that sort of thing was normal for Jones, but they did anyway. Even I don't know why. They just did.
And somehow they got out from under the large wooden Klingon that was rapidly approaching the ground to see if the ground would be its friend. It seemed promising, but then the ground pulled a double-cross as they met and decided to be the thing that smashes the wooden monstrocity to itny bits that not even it's nonexistent dentist could identify. And this the ground did rather well.
Naturally, during this whole thing, Kirk never once stopped yelling.
And lastly, sadly, two redshirts died in the resulting minor dust cloud. Their families have yet to be informed.
And now, without further adu, you shall review!
And it's not dead, it's pining for the feuds!
Ariennye: Yay! New reviewer! And you DO know the plan! Just, you don't. But you do, but you don't... Man that's deep.
Not, without further adu... (REVIEW!)
Star Trekking for the Holy Grail
Saws, power tools, and falling tree's echoed in the woods surrounding the Enterprise. Harry Mudd had his old Stella robot - reprogrammed, of course - guarding the ship. At her station, she heard the echoes, and frowned.
There was nothing that should be making that sound. Harry had watched Kirk and his crew leave hours - days - ago. They were long gone.
The echoes said otherwise. Literally. Stella heard shouts, with the echoes:
"OW! You pointy-eared, green-blooded hobgoblin, you, watch where you're hammering!"
"Bones, quiet down and get to work!"
"Doctor, I AM watching where I hammer. You are getting your thumbs in the way before I can react-"
"Ah-HA! So you AREN'T perfect-"
"I never said that I-"
"You too, Spock!"
So, being the loyal and ugly slave-robot she was, Stella went to Harry and told him.
"Ah, nonsense, my dear. They're just trying to get us jittery. We won't."
"Harry, evidence suggests-"
"That you shut up? No, that's me."
(Can you guess the plan yet?)
******************
After all was said and done, the progress on the plan went pretty well. There was that minor setback about the back of rabid rabbits that McCoy called Rabies. They had driven the group off rather early in the project, and Jones had been all for continuing to run away shouting... well, 'Run away!'
But the Command Crew came back, phasers phasing, and killed all of the rabid rabbits called rabies, except one that had been identified as the leader. It hopped away rather quickly, taking out two redshirts as it went. It really did more then it needed when it killed them - it leaped up to the necks of the security guards and bit their necks off with one swift bite when it could of just tripped them in a patch of grass, where they probably would have impaled themselves on a blade of grass.
Anyway. The project was finished now, and the crew climbed up the trees as the monstrocity floated to the Enterprise. It came to a rest just outside.
Kirk still didn't like like it, and as he looked up at the monstrocity, a lone trumpet played in a dramatic way, then followed by a timpani. Kirk scowled, and the gargantaun wooden Klingon seemed to smirk. Kirk continued to scowl as he looked at Spock.
"What now?"
"Well, if my analisys of Mudd was correct, he should beam the Klingon aboard to sell it - Ah, there." Sure enough, the familiar transporter whine and familiar transporter light whined and glowed, respectively, as the Klingon dissolved.
"Alright, now how does Harry having this monstrocity help us?"
"Once it gets dark, you, Ensign Jones -"
"ME?!"
Spock ignored the interuption. "-and myself jump out of the Klingon and-"
Kirk stopped him. "Wait, who jumps out the monstrocity?"
Spock opened his mouth to reply, then stopped. And closed his mouth. And frowned. And frowned some more. "How could I not see that?" He wondered aloud. McCoy, apparently, found all of this extremely hilarious. At least, he did if you think uncontrollable bouts that result in his falling from the tree that continue until the burning sensation in his lungs reminds him that, yes, breathing is INDEED necasarry part of his continued existence, if you find all that a sign that someone finds something extremely hilarious, he found it extremely hilarious.
Kirk did not. And you didn't need me to tell you that, no indeed. Spock, too, fell out of the tree (triggering another bout of laughter in McCoy) from the hot air coming from Kirk that was directed at him. No one close to him was able to hear well for the next day or so, and Harry Mudd, scoundrel and swindler, found some new things to add to his list of things to call the REAL Stella if he ever saw her again.
And because of this, it was, amazingly, Jones who saved everyone by looking up in the sky as the giant Klingon rematerialized above the whole group and screamed bloody murder as he fell out of the tree to land among Spock, the second in command, and McCoy, who probably saw more of Jones then any other living, breathing being that was ever in existence in the universe. The rest of the group wouldn't of looked up, because that sort of thing was normal for Jones, but they did anyway. Even I don't know why. They just did.
And somehow they got out from under the large wooden Klingon that was rapidly approaching the ground to see if the ground would be its friend. It seemed promising, but then the ground pulled a double-cross as they met and decided to be the thing that smashes the wooden monstrocity to itny bits that not even it's nonexistent dentist could identify. And this the ground did rather well.
Naturally, during this whole thing, Kirk never once stopped yelling.
And lastly, sadly, two redshirts died in the resulting minor dust cloud. Their families have yet to be informed.
And now, without further adu, you shall review!