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- From: geurink@ccwf.cc.utexas.edu (Josh Geurink)
- Newsgroups: rec.arts.drwho,rec.arts.startrek.misc,alt.startrek.creative,alt.fan.q
- Subject: MAW spinoff #1
- Message-ID: <83798@ut-emx.uucp>
- Date: 17 Nov 92 05:07:46 GMT
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- Reply-To: geurink@ccwf.cc.utexas.edu (Josh Geurink)
- Followup-To: rec.arts.drwho
- Organization: The University of Texas at Austin, Austin TX
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- Originator: geurink@sneezy.cc.utexas.edu
-
- Wow! I've only been doing this for the last three days, and I've already
- got a series going (not my idea, I'll admit, but I LIKE it!), and the
- first SPIN-OFF!!!
-
-
- The Most Annoying War
- ~~~ ~~~~ ~~~~~~~~ ~~~
-
- Creative people, here's your chance to come out of the
- woodwork! Help us continue the never-ending Saga of The Most Annoying
- War. Contribute a scene, or a piece of dialouge. All we ask is that:
-
- 1) Please do not kill off any of the main characters, from either
- series. (Except, maybe Weasley Crusher. :{) )
-
- 2) To keep a variety of input, please try to only add no more than 50
- or so lines in a row. That is to say, you may post 50 lines, they
- someone else may add 50 lines, they you may add another 50.
-
-
- OK, folks... picture this...
-
- It's a future time in two alternate universes; a titanic galactic
- mishap throws each of those universes' most aggressive, hostile races
- against one another. I think it'd go something like this...
-
- Dalek Leader: SURRENDER AT ONCE. FAIL TO DO SO AND YOU WILL BE
- EXTERMINATED!
-
- Borg Commander: Resistance is futile. You will be assimilated.
-
- Legion of Daleks: EX-TER-MIN-ATE!!!!!
-
- Ship o'Borgs: A-SSIM-IL-ATE!!!!
-
- ASSIMILATE! EXTERMINATE! ASSIMILATE! EXTERMINATE!
- (Zap! Pow! Kerfratz! Ererererererer! WHEEEeeeeeoooooop!)
-
- Q: I'm getting a headache already! (Waves hand. Everything
- disappears.) Much better.
-
- (a blue police box materializes next to the relaxing entity. a
- funny-looking man and woman wearing animal-skins step out)
-
- Doctor: Hello! I'm the Doctor! I say, have you perchance seen
- a rather nasty race of armored pepper-pots roaming hereabouts?
- Hmmmm?
-
- Q: Oh, it's another of you bothersome beings from that other
- dimension. (Sighs) Well, if you must know....
-
- (A sparkling light display occurs between the DOCTOR and Q. When it
- ends, three people in funny suits are standing there.)
-
- Riker: Q! I should have known! Allright -- where are the Borg?
- We know they were down here!
-
- (WORF spots LEELA and growls menacingly. He's rather startled when
- she growls back...)
-
- Q: If you'll let me explain...
-
- Doctor: (to DATA) Hello! I'm the Doctor!
-
- *****************************************************************************
-
- Q: ...and THAT, commander, is EXACTLY what happened here, in
- words small enough even for Worf and his new playmate
- to understand (Leela and Worf growl). Although even
- _I_ don't know what caused the rift.. yet. But I have
- wasted enough time chatting. Farewell, Riker! And, Worf!
- DO try not to stain the rug!
-
- (with a bright flash Q vanishes. Riker stands up, now quite
- aggravated by Q's arrogance)
-
- Riker: Of all the...
-
- Doctor: Oh, come now. Do you have any idea how _boring_ it must
- be to know everything there is to know? Hmmm? (Before
- Riker can speak) Of course you can't! Why, the poor fellow
- must go positively insane with boredom. Now, I'm sure this
- is just a _lovely_ planet, but might we take this conversation
- elsewhere, Commander?
-
- Riker: (keeping his temper) Of course, err, Doctor. (Slaps
- communicator) Mr. O'Brien! FIVE to beam up... and one
- large... box.
-
- O'Brien: (from communicator) I'm sorry, sir. I can't seem to get
- a lock on that box.
-
- Doctor: (sighs) Ah, well, extradimensional objects are just soooo
- difficult to move when they don't want to move. I'll tell
- you what -- you transmat back to your ship, and I'll travel
- in my TARDIS! Come on, Leela...
-
- (Leela, in the midst of a pleasant conversation [or what passes for
- one] with Mr. Worf, is startled as the Doctor snags her
- elbow and lifts)
-
- Leela: Uh... of course, Doctor. (Gets dragged into TARDIS)
-
- Data: What an intriguing man. (Pause, followed by a confused look.)
- Transmat...?
-
- Riker: Later, I'm sure, Data. Mr. O'Brien, (chirp chirp chrip),
- three to beam up.
-
- O'B: Aye aye, sir. Energizing...
-
- (Frrrrrriiiiiitttttzzzzzzuuuuuuuueeeeeeoeoooooooo. The
- three disappear in a brilliant light display)
-
- (The Doctor pops his head out the door and watches)
-
- Doctor: Hmmm. I've never seen a transmat decive act quite
- like THAT before... (Ducks back in)
-
- (Vooooorrrrp. Voooorrrrpp. Vooorrrrpp. The TARDIS dematerializes.)
-
-
-
- next!
-
-
-
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