From netcom.com!ix.netcom.com!howland.reston.ans.net!plug.news.pipex.net!pipex!dish.news.pipex.net!pipex!gwen.pcug.co.uk!kate.ibmpcug.co.uk!cherita!ecastle Tue Dec 19 21:44:54 1995 Xref: netcom.com alt.startrek.creative:32477 Path: netcom.com!ix.netcom.com!howland.reston.ans.net!plug.news.pipex.net!pipex!dish.news.pipex.net!pipex!gwen.pcug.co.uk!kate.ibmpcug.co.uk!cherita!ecastle Newsgroups: alt.startrek.creative Message-ID: <829@cherita.win-uk.net> Reply-To: ecastle@cherita.win-uk.net (Edward Castle) From: ecastle@cherita.win-uk.net (Edward Castle) Date: Tue, 19 Dec 1995 14:34:22 GMT Subject: NEW!!! The Good, The Bad, and the Microbrains (1/?) Lines: 129 This story was written by Charlie James, not me, I'm just posting it for him. Paramount own Star Trek, the Enterprise charactures, and alot of the ideas behind the story, but not alot of the charactures, and the story belongs to Charlie. Please feel free to share it with your friends, family, pets, etc... just keep this disclaimer attached and don't change the text. Oh yes, there are definatly some errors in this story, but neither Charlie or I knew what to correct them to. Any comments should be sent to me, and I'll pass them on. -------------------------------------------------------------------- THE GOOD THE BAD AND THE MICROBRAINS by Charlie James Sub-commander Data sat in the command chair of the D'rimidax, the new Romulan flag ship, with what could only be sorrow in his eyes, but, beacause it was Data, and he was incapable of fellings, it must have been something else. ******** 2rd in command Data of the IKC Phage, the new Klingon flagship, sat in the command chair with what could only be sorrow in his eyes, but, beacause it was Data, and he was incapable of fellings, it must have been something else. ******** Leutenant-Commander Data sat in the command chair of the USS Enterprise, the Federation flagship, with what could only be sorrow in his eyes, but, beacause it was Data, and he was incapable of fellings, it must have been something else. ******** Q, that lovable, cuddly entity, sat in the command chair of the QSS Qisgreat, with what could only be sorrow in his eyes, but, beacause it was Q, and he was incapable of those sort of fellings, it must have been something else. Ohh! Those anyoying humans get everywhere! he thought, chewing some gum. His mother always told him never to chew gum, and that was exactly why he did. If you were to examine Q from top to bottom you'd see some very distubing things. Things like the fact that he hasn't washed behind his ears in over 100,000,000 years, but most disturbing of all, he'd be wearing odd socks. Oh how he loved to see his mothers face when he strode out of the continume chewing gum and scratching his bum in public! It really put him in the mood to anoy that nice Captain Picard. What would he do without him? ********* "Picard to Command Data.", he looked over to William Riker, his 1st officer and good friend, "my communicators out. Try yours." Riker did, in vain, and then sat down on a tree trunk. Something whipped out nand bit him on the calf, and he fell to the floor, dead. Picard jumped, then ran to his friend's side. He felt his pulse. "Picard to Data! We have a medical emergency on the planet surface!" It was no use. ******** Q sat in the tree above, watching the sceen below him and for a nano-second felt sorry for Picard, but then realised what he was feeling, and whiped the though out of his mind, and started feeling sorry for himself. Oh how hard-done-by he was! ******** Data stood, letting Captain Picard take the command chair. It had taken four hours for Goerdi and O'Brian to find Picard, and another two hours to modify the transporter to beam him up. By the time Bervery Crusher, the CMO, had beemed down, Riker was unsavable, and so his body was beemed directly to the morge. Just as Data began explaining to Picard why it had taken them so long to find him, the whole ship was 'picked up and thrown' as far as Q could with his left arm. They landed in the Neutral Zone, and as soom as Picard found out he called for yellow alert. The fashing of lights, and the extra tension in the air really excited Picard. His excitement was nulled when the young ensign at opps bravely informed him that also in the neutral zone, and heading towards them at maximun warp, where a D'deridex class Romulan warbird, and a new Phage class Klingon bird-of-prey. ******** Data stood to allow K'ram'nuck the command chair, and informed him of the situation. The Klingon captain spun around, smashing Data in the face. Data fell to the floor, but got up imediatly, and continued with his explanation. K'ram'nuck collapsed into his chair, clutching his hand. He must remember not do that again. ******** Data stood to allow Kamek the command chair. He listened as Data told him what was happening, and couldn't help but snigger. ******** Picard sat, looking at his viewscreen, which showed only stars. About ten seconds after the ensign had notified him of the two ships, they had both clocked. He could play at that game, and he did the same. He sat, waiting, for about an hour, and decided that he should try to communicate with the other ships. He order Worf to unclock the Enterprise. He was met by the Romulans, who also unclocked. They were both met by a spray of photon torpedoes, presumabluy from the Klingon ship. "Hail the Romulan ship." Picard ordered. "There is no response. Wait, the Klingon ship has declocked and is hailing us." "On screen Mr. Worf." "The Romulan ship is now hailing us also." "Put them both on screen. Lets all talk together like a happy familiy." "Sir..." Data broke in. "Not now Data." Picard ordered. Data looked at his feet, as if in shame. Both the Romulan and the Klingon ship's bridges blipped on screen. "DATA?!?" All three Captains called simultaniously. END OF PART ONE. Edward Castle If you can guess what film the quote in my sig is from then you gain a certain amount of points that go to your total, when you reach 50 you win prize! 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