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Path: moe.ksu.ksu.edu!zaphod.mps.ohio-state.edu!rpi!nuge106.its.rpi.edu!petitc
From: petitc@nuge106.its.rpi.edu (Christopher Jon Petit)
Subject: Snobtrek: The Royal Generation "Horse of a Different Color"
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Organization: Rensselaer Polytechnic Institute, Troy, NY.
Date: Sun, 22 Nov 1992 17:56:12 GMT
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[Fade in as we see the Enterprise, regally decorated, slow out of warp]
Picard: King's Personal Diary. Stardate 31428.3. We are en route to
Star Castle 7, for minor repairs, and to celebrate the Christmas
holiday tradition.
[Picard turns off the computer, and walks onto the Bridge. A subspace message
is coming in]
Picard: Onscreen.
[We see a man bent over in front of the console. People are running around
in the background, screaming. There seems to be a general air of chaos which
hangs heavy on this station]
Caller: David Granspiel to the Enterprise. Come in Enterprise.
Picard: We have received your communication. What's the matter?
David: We're being taken over. It's almost too late. I....
[The screen blinks off, showing the familiar starfield]
Picard: Navigator, do we know where that signal was coming from?
Navigator: Yes, your majesty. It was coming from our tower in the Beta
Gamma cluster.
Picard: Then set our course for the Beta Gamma cluster, full speed.
Navigator: It is done, your majesty.
[We see the Enterprise warp out of the current space]
<< Insert Cheezy Commercial (tm) here >>
Picard: King's Personal Diary. We are now en route to the Beta Gamma
cluster, where we believe something terrible has happened to our
Tower located there.
[Picard's comm panel beeps urgently. He walks over to it and activates it]
Navigator: Your majesty, we have reached the Beta Gamma cluster, and are near
the location of the transmission.
Picard: Are there any signs of life?
Navigator: There are none, your majesty. Also, there doesn't even seem to
be a Tower there, anymore.
Picard: WHAT?!?
Navigator: It looks like the ground where we built the Tower hasn't been
disturbed for a thousand years.
Picard: Thank you, Navigator.
[Picard closes the comm panel, and walks out onto the Bridge]
Picard: Do you have any more information about what happened below, now that
we're closer to the Tower's previous location?
[A man in curious-looking robes is sitting at a panel. He answers]
Man: Your majesty, there seems to be a small fluctuation in the space-time
continum below.
Picard: A fluctuation?
Man: Yes, your majesty.
Picard: I believe we should go ashore with a landing party to discover more
about what has happened below. Duke Data, Viscount Laforge, and
Lady Deanna, I'd like you to come ashore with me.
[Deanna Laforge and Data say]: We'd be honored, your majesty.
[We see the four people beam down in a familiar effect. There is a glowing
blue disk that is almost throbbing with energy. It is spinning, looking like
someone dumped a can of blue paint into a tornado. In the center of the storm,
we can see a small, fuzzy scene]
Picard: Examine that portal with your Glasses. Do you see anything else about
this vortex?
[Deanna, Data and Laforge pull out what look like small crystal balls, encased
within a firm, black case, and point the balls at the vortex]
Data: Your majesty, it seems to be a distortion of both space and time. It
does not appear stable.
[Just then, an earthquake shakes the planet's surface. The ground begins to
open up]
Picard: Get us back on board NOW!
Operator: We can't, your majesty. Magnetic interference prevents us from
activating the Gangplank.
[As the splitting continues, it reveals a seething inferno of fire just beneath
them. Picard thinks and quickly makes the only reasonable choice]
Picard: Into the vortex.
[Data, Deanna and Laforge all say]: WHAT?!?
Picard: Either we take our chances with the vortex, or certainly die.
[Picard jumps into the vortex. Data, Deanna and Laforge follow seconds later,
getting in just as the ground under their feet disappears]
<< Insert Cheezy Commercial (tm) here >>
--
*HUGS*, a @>---'--,----, and a :&) to whoever needs them.
"Whoever said that life was fair never read the rules, and found out that
there were none."
"Mysteries are for detectives; confusion is what the rest of us get."
Newsgroups: alt.startrek.creative
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From: petitc@nuge106.its.rpi.edu (Christopher Jon Petit)
Subject: Snobtrek: The Royal Generation "Horse of a Different Color" Part 2
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Date: Sun, 22 Nov 1992 17:57:26 GMT
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[We see Picard, Deanna, Laforge and Data complete their jumping motion and
land in a thick bank of snow. Big Ben is chiming overhead, and a cool wind
is blowing past them. A group of poorly-clad children are running past and
laughing]
Kid #1 [to Picard]: Your majesty, could we please have just a few farthings
for our supper?
Picard: I'm terribly sorry, my lad, but I don't have any farthings to give.
Kid #1: B-But kings are always rich, aren't they?
Picard: I'm afraid we aren't always.
Kid #2 [to Kid #1]: You're wasting your time. 'e's no gentleman.
Kid #1 [to Kid #2]: I guess you're right.
[The two kids run off, looking for other people to beg from]
Laforge: Your majesty, perhaps we should try to change clothes, before we get
confused with the royality of this time period.
Deanna: Viscount Laforge is right. I sensed sadness and hostility from those
children. Finding someone dressed as royality, but unwilling to help
them live certainly reenforces their feelings of hatred towards the
king of this region.
Picard: You're both right. But, we don't have any money with us. You know
we haven't used gold coinage, except in displays, for centuries.
Laforge: I know, your majesty. But, perhaps, we could try to get jobs.
Picard: What did people DO in this time period, Viscount Laforge?
Laforge: I don't know, your majesty. But Data might know.
Picard: Data?
Data: Your majesty, I believe (if my information is correct), that we are in
what was called London, England, during the mid to late 19th century.
If I remember correctly, people were blacksmiths, butchers, bakers, and
candlestick makers.
Picard: Certainly people did more things than that.
Data: They did, your majesty, but those are all the jobs I believe we could
perform. Also, the last three I guessed from an ancient story, which
was called a fairy tale.
Picard [amused]: A fairy tale?
Data: Yes, your majesty.
[Amused snickers arise from the entire crew]
Data: I fail to see what you all find so amusing.
[Everyone but Data bursts out laughing. This attracts some attention from a
Bobby (local policeman)]
Bobby: `ere now, what's going on?
<< Insert Cheezy Commercial (tm) here >>
[He stops for a second, then stares at the richly ornamented garments that they
are wearing]
Bobby: Your majesty. I had no idea!
Picard: It's quite alright, my good fellow. You're doing a fine job. Carry
on.
Bobby: Thank you, your majesty.
[The Bobby leaves the scene. Then Picard notices a local tavern.]
Picard: Maybe we can get some help in there. Let's go.
[The landing party enters a small tavern. It has a faint atmosphere of dirt-
iness, but nothing specific. The bar stools have worn wood, and faded velvet
covers. Many small tables are crammed into the tavern, making movement between
them nearly impossible. The tavern is practically empty, except for a few
regulars. A few candles glow faintly overhead, stuck in mock chandiler holds]
Picard [whispers to Data]: Duke Data, what do I do in here?
Data: I believe, your majesty, you go up to the large bar and ask for a drink.
Picard: Is there anything particular you could recomment from this time
period?
Data: I believe that Rum was a good choice, your majesty.
Picard: Thank you, Duke Data.
[Picard walks up to the bar. He gets odd stares from the regulars, as well
as from the barkeep]
Picard: Sir, I believe I would like to order a drink.
Guy #1: 'ere now, list'n two the way 'e talks! [He bursts out laughing]
"Siiiir, Aye belIIEEEEEEve AAAYYE woood lIIIIIk twoooooo ooorrr
drrrrr aaa dreenk." [He laughs even harder, and a few of the
other regulars also start laughing]
Barkeep: What would suit you?
Picard: A rum.
Guy #2: A rum. Listen to the lad. [Bursts out laughing]
Kiddie drinks!
[At this point, Picard seems quite upset. He turns to them, his face a nice
shade of pink, and says]
Picard: SILENCE!!
[Everyone quiets down quickly, and two of the guys cower in fear]
Picard: Now, I am your king, and I DEMAND to be treated as such.
Guy #1: Aw, we didn' mean nothin' by it. Just having a little fun.
Picard: That's not my idea of 'fun.'
Guy #1 [muttering]: Alright, alright.
Guy #1 [to himself]: Royality has no sense of humor.
Picard: Oh, one last thing.
Barkeep: Yes, what is it now?
Picard: What day and year is today?
Barkeep: Are you serious?
Picard: I am.
Barkeep: It's 1890, the year of Our Lord, and the date is December 24th.
<< Insert Cheezy Commercial (tm) here >>
--
*HUGS*, a @>---'--,----, and a :&) to whoever needs them.
"Whoever said that life was fair never read the rules, and found out that
there were none."
"Mysteries are for detectives; confusion is what the rest of us get."