This Thread is for all the losers to post their Trek fan stories in!  I am just as excited to see some good stories here as I was to enter the contest!

No whining...  only posts and critique!

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Post Merge: 12 January 2010 08:37 PM

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I went for TOS camp...

:) 

Here is mine...  Hope you enjoy...

 

Captain:  Lt. Rend, head to the Transporter Chamber.  I will need my best medical officer for this, just in case.

Rend: Aye Aye, sir.

Captain: Korg, you will be my Security Officer, and Lucien, I will need your scientific mind.  Let’s move, Simon says!

Korg:  JIwuQ! Will that never get old?…  Sir…

Lucien: Captain Simon Wick, it has been 28 hours, 17 minutes, and 59 seconds since last you slept.  Perhaps your first officer should go in your stead. 

Captain Wick: I will need your knowledge of science, not your motherly instincts, Lieutenant.

Lucien: Understood, sir.

Captain Wick:  Welsh, prepare the transporter.  Number one, the deck is yours.

   The four make their way to the transporter chamber and beam down to the planet’s surface.  They appear in what looks like an abandoned bar.  Tables are overturned, broken glasses and bottles litter the floor, and burn marks hint at phaser fire.

Korg: Looks like we missed the fun. 

Lucien:  My scans indicate no life forms in this general area.  I am getting quite a large energy signature from somewhere inside this building though.  Behind the bar, would be my guess.

Captain Wick:  Let’s check it out.

   They walk behind the bar and push the button to open the door.  Inside the next room is a large computer with several ducts above it going into the ceiling.  Lucien walks toward the computer and begins a system diagnostic. 

Rend: Lucien, you pile of bolts, if you had any emotion at all you would know something is not right about this. 

Lucien: Your emotion can, at times, if I may say so sir, be a flaw.

Rend: Well, at least your creator got one thing right, Lucien…  Making you look female.

Lucien:  I hardly know what…

   Suddenly, one of the ducts from the ceiling springs open, and a barrage of furry balls falls from the shaft, completely covering Lucien and the computer.  They fall seemingly without end, filling the room.  Wick, Rend, and Korg all jump back into the bar.  They watch as the computer room fills with the endless pile of multicolored small furry balls.

Korg:  By Fek’lhr, there are Tribbles here!

Captain Wick:  Didn’t your kind hunt Tribbles down and eradicate the species?

Korg: So we thought!

Rend:  We need to dig Lucien out of there. 

Korg: Allow me!

   The Tribbles begin to pour from the doorway into the bar.  Korg attempts to start digging into the moving mass of fur but it seems that for every Tribble he tosses aside, three more pour from the doorway.  He is beginning to be visually frustrated when out from the fur-blocked doorway walks Lucien.

Lucien: Fascinating!

   In Lucien’s hand is a black Tribble that is not moving.  The Tribble has a synthetic implant attached to its side with a red light that is not lit.  Several biomechanical spikes and grafts protrude from around the implant. 

Rend:  He’s dead, Wick.

Captain Wick:  I can see that. 

Lucien:  This Tribble appears to have undergone Borg assimilation.  According to my scans, the process looks as if it was not complete before the Tribble’s life signs ceased.  There were several other Tribbles in similar condition in the room with this one.

Captain Wick:  We should take this back to Star Fleet to be documented.

Korg:  Just make sure you do not take back any living ones!

Captain Wick:  Wick to starship.  Beam us up, Welsh.

Welsh:  Captain!  It’s you!  We were beginning to get worried.  The whole planet just went off of our radar.  There is suddenly too much static interference.  What is going on down there?

Captain Wick:  Let’s just say that the Borg resistance on this planet is fertile!

   Wick and Rend begin to laugh as Korg and Lucien look around confused.  The four fade out as the teleporter takes them back to the ship.

Captain Wick:  Captains Log, Stardate 63555.3.  It seems as if the Borg finally found a race they could not contain.  Our scans show that the Borg have completely abandoned this sector of space. Perhaps they have learned that when dealing with the Tribble, Assimilation is Futile.