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- From: aodn307@bongo.cc.utexas.edu (Joshua Henry Geurink)
- Newsgroups: rec.arts.drwho,rec.arts.startrek.misc,alt.startrek.creative
- Subject: MAW Spinoff#2
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- Date: 17 Nov 92 06:09:28 GMT
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- Reply-To: aodn307@bongo.cc.utexas.edu (Joshua Henry Geurink)
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-
- In article <83798@ut-emx.uucp> geurink@ccwf.cc.utexas.edu (Josh Geurink) writes:
- >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.)
-
- ****************************************************************************
-
- (a bald, older gentleman in a red uniform much resembling Riker's
- sits in his ready room intently studying a computer display.)
-
- Computer: chirp chirp
-
- Picard: (distractedly) Come!
-
- (Picard literally leaps out of his seat as an oblong blue box
- materializes in the far corner)
-
- (Voorrrrrp. Vooooorrrrrppp. Vooorrrppp.)
-
- Picard: (hits communicator)(chirp) Security! To my ready room!
-
- (the TARDIS door opens, and a tall man wearing a long coat, floppy
- hat, and multi-colored scarf steps out)
-
- Doctor: Oh, no need for that! I'm the Doctor! (He smiles. [What
- teeth!] and pulls a bag out of his pocket) Would you like
- a jelly baby?
-
- (Worf and three nameless security personell charge in wielding what
- appear to be fat electric razors)
-
- Worf: Captain, I...
-
- Computer: Warning. Alien presences in...
-
- Picard: Computer! It's all right. No need for phasers, Mr. Worf.
- (turns back to the Doctor) So _you're_ the man from
- another dimension...
-
- Doctor: Oh, there's more than just me here. Leela! Adric! Come
- meet... (looks expectantly at Picard)
-
- (Leela and a young man clad in a hideously bright tunic sporting a
- silver star on one pocket step out of the box)
-
- Picard: (Blinks. Straightens shirt.) Oh! I am Captain Jean-Luc
- Picard, captain of the Enterprise.
-
- (Worf appears perplexed. How could three people possibly travel
- comfortably in a small wooden box?)
-
- Adric: But, Doctor! Do we have time for this? Shouldn't we be
- trying to get back?
-
- Doctor: (pats Adric on the back) Plenty of time for that...
- Captain Picard -- Adric and Leela. Adric and Leela --
- Captain Picard, and we've already met Mr. Worf.
-
- Worf: (Grunts) Yes... Captain! May I remind you that the Borg
- are likely still in the area... along with those other...
-
- Doctor: Daleks!
-
- Worf: (nods) ...along with the Daleks. I recommend we move to
- another sector until the danger passes.
-
- Picard: Indeed! Make it so, Mr. Worf. (turns to Doctor and
- companions) I'm really quite busy at the moment...
- May we continue this conversation over dinner? (Doctor
- nods) Picard to Wesley Crusher! (chirp)
-
- Wesley: (chirp!) Yes, Captain?
-
- Picard: I would like you and Mr. Data to escort the Doctor and his
- companions to provided quarters. Understood?
-
- Wesley: Yes, sir. Crusher out!
-
- (a handsome boy, slightly older than Adric, strides into the room
- accompanied by the golden-skinned android)
-
- Picard: A pleasure meeting you Doctor! (FINALLY takes a jelly baby)
- If you'll just follow Mr.Data...
-
- Doctor: Of course! (smiles) I'm sure we'll meet again sometime!
- (winks and follows Data + Crusher out)
-
- Picard: (amused) What an interesting fellow. I used to know
- someone like him...
-
- ***************************************************************************
-
- Doctor: ...back in my Academy days. Your captain wouldn't be
- a Pydronian by any chance, would he?
-
- Data: (matter of factly) No, sir. Captain Picard is French.
-
- Doctor: You know, Data, most of the androids where I come from
- want nothing less than universal domination.
-
- Data: Ah. My goal is to become more human. Would you like to
- hear some poetry? (anticipating a response) "An ode to
- Spot, by Lieutennant..."
-
- Doctor: (dodging a bullet) Perhaps some other time.
-
- Data: (unfazed) Certainly. Are there NO benevolent androids in
- your universe?
-
- Doctor: Well, there was one...
-
- Data: Indeed. Probability dictates that out of all possible
- synthetic life forms, the odds of NO friendly species are...
-
- Doctor: (continuing) ...but it went insane, kidnapped my companion,
- threatened all life on Earth, grew to fifty feet tall,
- and ultimately self-destructed.
-
- Data: Ah.
-
- ****************************************************************************
-
- Meanwhile, in another corridor...
-
- Wesley: And, uh, these are, err, your quarters, uhm, Leela. (the
- poor boy is VERY nervous) And, uh, you might not want to
- wear that knife around. It makes security edgy...
-
- (Leela stares him hard in the face -- he stops talking)
-
- Leela: I choose to keep my knife. Thank you, Wesley Crusher.
- (SWOOSH [the door opens]) Goodbye. (Swoosh [it closes])
-
- Wesley: (stares at the door for a moment. Adric clears his throat)
- Oh! Sorry. Uh, your quarters are right over...
-
- Adric: Actually, I was rather hoping to see a bit more of the ship.
-
- Wes: (eager to please) No problem! We'll start with engineering.
- Say, what's that star for?
-
- Adric: (beaming) Well, I earned it for mathematics excellence...
-
- Wes: Really? I'm quite proficient at math myself.
-
- Adric: REALLY. (disgusted) I'll have you know that MY computations
- once created an entire CITY!
-
- Wes: (up to the challenge) Oh yeah? Well, I'll bet you've never
- phased into unity with the universe to save your mother
- from a collapsing...
-
- (Wes breaks off as he and Adric round a corner. What they see
- confuses them -- Wesley more so than Adric)
-
- Adric: Do all your engineers play with dolls?
-
- Wesley: (mystified) No... (bends over and lifts a small doll
- wearing a Starfleet uniform. The badge chirps when touched)
- Especially not one that looks exactly like commander Riley.
-
- Had they listened closely, both boys would have heard an ominous, sinister
- laugh, and perhaps seen a figure clad in black duck into cargobay two...
-
-
- STAY TUNED!!!
-
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