Kirok of L'Stok
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to Trek Twelve days of Xmas
The captain swaggered into the cargo bay, careless of the possible
danger that he might be walking into.
“Captain, I believe we should exercise caution.” The Vulcan looked up
from his Tricorder. “There are some anomalous readings that I cannot
identify emanating from the walls.”
With a knowing smile, these Vulcans could be so stoopid sometimes, the
captain reached to the wall next to the door.
“You just need a little more light” he said, flicking a switch.
Within the bowels of the ancient ship, long-disused machinery clanked
into life, chemicals rushed through tubes to fill lifeless bodies, icy
fog dripped from sliding doors that opened in the walls to reveal
bodies, perfect in form but undeveloped in their ability to handle the
magnificent gifts that their intellects and skills gave them.
“Kipten!” cried the young lieutenant, remembering something that had
occurred whilst he was in the bathroom during the first season.
“Its ... its ...”
Coldly, unemotionally, the Vulcan surveyed the stumbling form as they
raised from their slumber and completed his sentence, “... either the
salvation or eternal damnation of our Star Trek as we know it! The
ultimate challenge to humanity has been released!”
Rage pulsed through the captain's mind as he searched for his arch-
nemesis amongst the perfect specimens of humanity that tumbled, slowly
and zombie-like from their stasis chambers. “KHHAAANNNNNN!”
Raising one eyebrow, the Vulcan shook his head sadly at the captain he
was doomed to follow. “No. The Twelve Trek Days of Christmas!
(^V^)
Back to business.
Kirok of L'Stok