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Path: moe.ksu.ksu.edu!kuhub.cc.ukans.edu!wupost!cs.utexas.edu!uunet!uunet.ca!unixbox!dosgate!dosgate![dalton.spence@canrem.com]
Newsgroups: alt.startrek.creative
Subject: q, t, & the beast: 1- 1
Message-ID: <1992Nov2.3882.4194@dosgate>
From: "dalton spence" <dalton.spence@canrem.com>
Date: 2 Nov 92 00:32:35 EST
Reply-To: "dalton spence" <dalton.spence@canrem.com>
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In the 40 messages I received from this newsgroup, NOT ONE was a
piece of creative writing. Mr. Moderator, PLEASE get us back on
track. Just so I won't be guilty of what I'm complaining about,
here is the first chapter of something I've been working on.
Because of the limitations of my gateway to Usenet, I will have to
break up the story into 100 line chunks. Sorry.
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Welcome to my first attempt at writing a Star Trek story. First, a
little background. During the early years of ST:TNG, there was only
one other show I considered worth watching. That show was "Beauty
and the Beast", an action/adventure/love story of mythic proportions
set in and under modern day New York. A more literate endeavor than
most series, I was dismayed when, in the third season, they self
destructed the show by killing off the female lead in the first
episode. The remainder of the season was dragged out with the
hero's search for his kidnapped newborn child, but since the whole
series was based on the romance between the leading characters, it
was a foregone conclusion that the series was over (in spite of an
attempt to introduce another female lead).
However, like TOS, there remains a small but loyal following of the
show, with annual conventions (known as TunnelCons or Tunnelfests)
in various locations across North America (they may occur elsewhere,
but I haven't heard of any). I recently attended one of those in
Toronto, which occurred in (appropriately enough) Central Park in
Etobicoke. There I bought a fanzine that contained a TNG/B&B
crossover story in which Catherine (the Beauty) dreamed that she was
an officer on the Enterprise who meets, and falls in love with,
Vincent (the Beast) because of an away team mission. Although a
little raunchy for my taste (including a rather explicit love scene
between Jean-Luc and Beverly), it did portray the characters of both
series fairly accurately. (And I ain't gonna post the dirty parts,
so don't ask!)
For the last week, I have immersed myself in the large number of B&B
fanzines, attempting to recapture in my mind the atmosphere of the
show. I have been considering writing my own crossover story for
some time, but until I watched Time's Arrow again, and read the
crossover fanzine, I had a hard time figuring out the opening scene.
Although this story may end up being a parody, I am not starting it
with that intent. However, since I am writing on the fly, anything
can happen (and probably will). While the basic plot and some of the
scenes are fixed in my mind at this time, this shall mostly be a
stream of consciousness piece, so if the story seems to wander a bit,
bear with me. And now, without further ado, I present to you...
Q, T, AND THE BEAST
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Part I
"Captain's Log: Stardate 46927.22
Once again, we have been ordered by Starfleet Command to abort
our current mission and return to Earth without explanation. Since
we arrived, Counsellor Troi and I have been requested to beam down
to a location beneath the ancient city of New York. While a sensor
scan of the location (done on my authority) did not not detect any
traces of trialic radiation, I cannot help but note the similarity
to the beginning of our recent mission involving the Davidian
incursion into 19th century San Francisco. Although it is more than
likely that my suspicions are unfounded, I cannot shake this vague
feeling of foreboding."
"The tunnels under New York have seen many strange things over the
last seven centuries," said the Professor as he led the pair through
the convoluted stone and brick passage ways. "During the city's
recent sept-centennial celebrations, certain documents were found
that led to the discovery of a subterranean community that existed
here under the city from the mid-twentieth to the early twenty-first
century. While we are still piecing together the evidence, our most
valuable find was a series of paintings discovered in the upper
tunnels. They are apparently a chronicle of the history of the
community, beginning in early 1950's and extending until the mid
1990's."
"What happened to them?" asked the Captain, intrigued with the idea
that a secret community could exist under the busiest city of that
era. "We don't know yet," admitted the Professor as they emerged
into a well lit area with smooth walls. "But whatever happened, it
didn't happen suddenly. Although the living quarter's and some of
the larger furniture remain, most of the personal effects and
records are gone. Those that remain have been badly damaged by the
dampness down here."
As they begin to look at the pictures, Troi remarks, "You can tell
the artist really cared about her subjects." "Her?" asked the
Captain, somewhat bemused. "The images and composition do tend to
indicate a feminine personality. See the importance that she places
on the children, and those that care for them..." They stop,
looking at the image of a bearded man, holding a rather unusual
child. The face of the child looks somewhat feline, with a cleft
upper lip, and a flattened nose. The fingernails are almost like
small claws, and the artist left the impression of downy fur on the
hands and arms.
"Those two seem to be the central figures of the community,"
continued the Professor, "with the man being the leader. He appears
to have been a physician, since there are several pictures where he
treats various injuries, and one where he is actually performing
surgery. Although many others are shown in this gallery, they are
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Newsgroups: alt.startrek.creative
Subject: q, t, & the beast: 1- 2
Message-ID: <1992Nov2.3882.4195@dosgate>
From: "dalton spence" <dalton.spence@canrem.com>
Date: 2 Nov 92 00:32:36 EST
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most often shown in their relation to the man, or the child." As
they progress down the tunnel, they see other pictures of the child,
as he grows to be a man. "Do you think he was an alien?" Picard
asks, wondering just why he was here. "Maybe that, maybe an early
genetic experiment. Even they don't seem to have known. But even
though he is shown to be very strong, he seems to have been a rather
gentle fellow. At least, until he met ... her."
They stop, looking at a picture of two people. One, the strange cat
like child, now grown into leonine adulthood. A proud figure, he
stands tall and strong, gazing down gently at the other. The other,
a beautiful woman, dressed in clothes showing her a resident of the
city above. There can be no mistake about the feeling between them.
Their love is an almost palpable thing, reaching across the borders
of time and space. "Imzadi" murmurs Troi, remembering.
The rest of the gallery is hidden behind tarps and scaffolding, as
teams of experts try to restore images damaged by dampness and time.
"It appears to have been a classic tragic love story. We aren't
sure how much of it was real, and how much legend. We do know that
she was murdered, and left a child behind. We even have tentative
identification from old computer records. She worked for the city
as a lawyer in the assistant district attorney's office. Her name
was Catherine Chandler."
"All this is very interesting, I'm sure," interrupts Picard, only
mildly impatient. "But what has all this to do with us?" "Perhaps
Dr. Bennett could explain better than I," replies the Professor, as
they approach an attractive, red headed woman who is working very
intently with a specialized tricorder. As she looks up, a look of
startled recognition appears on Deanna's face. "DeeDee," Troi
exclaims, "whatever are you doing here?" Remembering her captain,
she turns to him, saying "Captain Picard, this is Dr. Dolores
Bennett, an old friend of mine from the academy, and a terrific
anthropologist. We took a course in "Humanoid Imagery" together.
But I thought you were still on Kolodus IV, working on the Voradic
holograms."
"I came home for the sept-centennial celebrations and got hooked
into this." She grins sheepishly. "Actually, I jumped at the
chance. There have been legends about this place in my family for
generations, but everyone thought they were just stories." She
moves the group over to a section of wall covered by a tarp. "There
was an old water main over this section that burst about 150 years
ago. We've been restoring the pictures for the last couple of
years, and when the technicians finished this section, they brought
me in to analysis it. When I saw it, I immediately called Starfleet
Command. You'll see why," she said as she removed the tarp.
The picture is of the cat-man carrying a woman in his arms. There
is a look is sadness on his face. But the woman is not the one from
the other picture. Deanna stiffens in shock. "It's ... me!" she
gasps, stunned. "Oh, merde," mutters the captain, "not again!" As
he moves Deanna away from the picture, he notices a small mark, like
a letter, underneath the hand of the creature. Pausing to examine
the mark more closely, his face suddenly turns red with anger.
Picking up that feeling, Deanna turns to him, her eyes questioning.
His answer is only one word, but that's all that's needed. "Q!"
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