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- Captain's Log, Stardate 9021.0:
-
- We have arrived at the Asdamik system, to investigate reports of intelligent
- life on what was previously thought to be a barren world. Starfleet reports
- mention ships that have mysteriouly begun to disappear in this sector, their
- last transmission inevitably being "Noooooo!!!!!!". We are now heading
- towards the fourth planet in the system, the source of some unexplained
- subspace disturbances...
-
- "Mr. Dada, do you detect any hostile vessels in the area?"
- "No, Captain. Sensors are picking up nothing unusual."
- "Very well. Hail the planet."
- "Hailing frequencies open, Sir"
- "This is Captain Tjean-Luc Pikard of the starship Kiboprize. Please respond."
- "No response Captain."
- "I repeat, this is Captain Tjean-Luc Pik--"
- "Captain! There is a ship rounding the planet's moon!"
- "They must have been hiding in a cortenide depression!"
- "Put it on main viewer. Magnify. Mr. Woof, what can you tell me about that
- ship."
- "It appears to be spherical, about 2 km in diameter. And it is entirely pink.
- Captain, it bears a striking resemblance to a piece of 20th century Earth
- weaponry known as the 'Happy Fun Ball'."
- "Do you detect any weapons, Mr. Woof, any indication that it may be hostile?"
- "No, sir, but there appears to be some sort of artificially magnified
- stupidity field protecting it from our scans."
- "Does the alien vessel appear to be doing anything hostile?"
- "No sir. It is merely sitting in space, like a protrusion on a piece of
- a tree."
- "A what, Mr. Dada?"
- "A protrusion on the--"
- "Never mind, Dada."
- "Yes, sir"
- "Continue scans. I'll be in my ready room. Alert me if there is any change."
-
-
- Captain's Log, Supplemental.
-
- Three hours have passed. The enemy ship appears for all purposes to be
- ignoring us.
-
- "Ah, ah, Tjean-Luc, you should know better than to think like that!"
- "K! What are you doing here?! I thought we agreed that you'd never set foot
- on this ship again!"
- "Look carfully, Mon Capitan. If you'll notice, my feet are floating 2 microns
- above the deck. Is it my fault that your human senses are too weak to
- notice?"
- "Do you have something to do with this alien ship, K? Do you know who they
- are?"
- "Patience, Captain! I think you'll find out soon enough. Until then..."
- "K! Come back here! You can't just leave! Ahhh, shit."
- "Ryker to Captain Pikard!"
- "Yes, Number One?"
- "The alien ship is scanning us sir."
- "I'm on my way."
-
- "Report, Mister Dada."
- "The alien ship is moving towards us. They are repeating their scanning
- pattern once every 2.4 seconds."
- "Let's try hailing them again. Open a channel. This is --"
- "WE ARE THE BOB. INTELLIGENCE IS FUTILE. YOU WILL BE ANNOYED."
- "What? Wait a sec--"
- "WAITING IS IRRELEVANT. CONSULT YOUR INNER CACTUS."
- "The Bob have closed the channel, Sir."
- "What did that mean? It looks like we'll have to wait for them to reopen
- communications."
- "Engineering to Bridge!"
- "Yes, Commander LaGorge?"
- "Captain, we've got company..."
-
- [in engineering]
-
- "What the hell is that?"
- "I don't know, Commander Ryker. It just beamed in and started sending random,
- useless subspace messages over the comm network."
- "Is it dangerous?"
- "Not so we've noticed. But some of the things he's sending may really piss
- off anyone who hears them."
- "Such as..."
- "'We do so have a life.' 'Get in touch with your Inner Cactus.' If someone
- like the Remulans hear this, we could be in trouble."
- "Ok, then. Stop him."
- "Right. Lt. Garon, go stop him."
- "Aye, sir. Come with me, BoAAaaaaaarrrrrrggggghhhhhh!!!!!"
- "Quick! Everybody back! My god, Jordi, what's he doing?!"
- "Commander...the moron count is off the scale! It must be using some variant
- of that stupidity field we saw earlier!"
- "Somebody shoot it!"
- Pzzzzzttt!
- "Got him! We have to report this to the bridge!"
-
- [back on the bridge]
-
- "Captain! The Bob scout attacked one of our crew!"
- "What? Hail the Bob! Bob vessel, this is Captain Tjean-Luc--"
- "Captain! Sensors detect an increasing moron particle count."
- "Just like in engineering!"
- "The Bob vessel is emitting some sort of tractor beam. It is trying to lock
- on."
- "Evasive maneuvers! Helm, Warp 13! Engage!"
- "Do you really think you can run away from them that easily, Mon Capitan?"
- "K! You're back! What do the Bob want?"
- "The Bob are the ultimate losers, Captain. They don't want to kill you. They
- don't want to destroy the Kiboprize. They just want to annoy you until you
- give in."
- "We can't let them escape to the rest of Freederation! Mr. Woof, are the Bob
- pursuing?"
- "Yes, Captain. And closing fast."
- "Prepare a full spread of photon torpedoes! Ready phasers! Fire!"
- "Our weapons are having no effect, Captain!"
- "TORPEDOES ARE USELESS. PHASERS ARE FUTILE. YOU WILL BE ANNOYED."
- "At least they're right about _that_."
- "Shields are weakening!"
- "K! Can you stop them?"
- "Of course I can, Tjean-Luc, but why should I? Who I am to police your silly
- endeavours? It's a big galaxy out there, Captain. There are wonders so
- amazing you can't even concieve of them. And there are beings so pathetic
- they make the Bob look like a god. If you can't handle them, you shouldn't
- be out here in the first place."
- "Please K! We're overpowered! I admit it! Just help us out!"
- "Oh, alright. You know, I really like it when you beg."
- "Captain, the Bob ship has disappeared!"
- "What did you do with it K?"
- "I've merely sent it back to the Kilfyl system, not destroyed it. They'll be
- back, Tjean-Luc, and next time I won't be around to help you..."
- "K? K! Why does he always disappear after his sentences trail off? Mr. Dada,
- is the Kilfyl sytem in our data banks?"
- "Yes, Captain. It is several hundred light-nodes away from our current
- position. From what we have seen of Bob technology is will take several
- months for them to return."
- "...and return they will, Mon Capitaine. The Bob _will_ be back..."
-
- -V.
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