TLK/Star Trek Crossover [1/?]
Steven Hanov
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By Steven Hanov (han...@wchat.on.ca)
LEGAL STUFF:
I claim no responsibility for the creation of the characters of SIMBA,
SCAR, NALA, ZAZU, RAFIKI, TIMON, or PUMBAA. These characters and the
Lion King universe are the property of the Walt Disney company.
Star Trek and the Star Trek Universe are the property of Paramount Pictures.
The character of KISASIAN was created by Joshua C. Templin.
Blame them, not me.
PREREQUISITES:
In order to fully appreciate this story, you should have seen or read
the following:
1. The Lion King movie (or at least the script)
2. A couple of episodes of Star Trek: The Next Generation
Highly Recommended:
3. TALES OF TANABI by Joshua C. Templin.
(It should be available on TLK text archives on the
internet)
4. The Lion King FAQ
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Captain's Log, Stardate 92411.3: The Enterprise is on a routine mission to
confirm the suitability of the planet Disney IV for colonization. The
nearby Altair II is suffering from overpopulation and their political
situation is declining. By authorizing the colonization of Disney IV, the
Federation hopes to stabilize the situation.
Behind Captain Picard, a control panel bleeped and Worf said, "We are
within range of the planet, Captain."
"On screen," said the Captain. The main screen blinked, and the
starfield was replaced by a planet. It seemed to emit a blue glow, sharply
contrasting the blackness of space.
"It's beautiful," remarked Deanna Troi, who was sitting next to him.
Lieutenant Commander Data completed his scans and reported, "It's
a planet that's much like Earth. Except for the polar ice caps, the
temperature ranges from 20 to 30 degrees celsius. There is no evidence
of civilization or intelligent life."
Picard glanced around the bridge, and noticed that Troi's brow was
furrowed in deep concentration. "Counsellor, is something wrong?" he asked.
Her eyes snapped open. "For a moment -- no, it's nothing. Never mind."
She smiled.
Picard knew that she had discovered something, and she would tell them
we she was ready. Often, the Betazoid's empathic powers had proven vital to
the completion of a mission. He turned to William Riker, his first officer.
"Number One," he said. "Prepare an away team. We should do a scan from
close range, just to be sure there's nobody already there."
"Aye, sir." Riker replied. "Data, Worf, come with me."
Troi spoke up, "I'd like to go too."
Riker stopped in mid-stride. He turned to her and said, "It could be
dangerous. We don't know what's down there..." He trailed off, realizing
his mistake too late.
"Will!" exclaimed Troi in surprise.
It was up to Picard to diffuse this delicate situation. He looked to
Riker and said, "On the contrary, I'd like to have her down there as well."
Riker nodded curtly. "Understood."
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At the top of Pride Rock, Scar grappled with Simba. They stood on
their hind legs and slashed at each other with sharp claws. Scar was
thrown over the edge, but he grapped hold of a jutting rock with one paw.
Below, the treacherous hyenas were shouting for his blood. Lightning
streaked across the sky, and Scar felt a surge of anger. It gave him the
strength to leap back onto the ledge and push Simba to the ground. He plunged
his claws into Simba's soft throat, and hot blood soaked his smooth coat of
fur. He relished Simba's last terrified expression and cackled in delight.
The air cracked with thunder, and it sounded like Mufasa's dying roar as he
fell into the stampede. As he watched, the lion's face changed to that of
Mufasa.
Suddenly, Scar woke up panting. It was the same dream that he had
every night now. He opened his eyes and saw the night sky. The stars seemed
to jeer at him. They were laughing at his disgrace, and his inability to
be king. In the months since he had been left for dead by the hyenas, he had
wandered through the desert. He was a lion without a pride, alone in the
world. He couldn't hunt with his injuries. He had a broken leg and scars
all over his body where the hyenas had bitten him. He once had a
beautiful dark mane, but even that had been torn out by those awful
creatures, leaving him with a few scrawny tufts around his head. He was
living in disgrace, eating any insects that he could find under rocks and
logs.
He closed his eyes so the stars could no longer ridicule him and
dreamt of the revenge that he could never have.
Later that day, Scar dragged himself over the cracked, dry ground of the
desert. The heavy rays of heat beat down on his back, and he could hear the
strident calls of the buzzards above him. Suddenly, four shimmering figures
appeared some distance away. Instinct took over. Scar crouched low to the
ground, but grimaced in pain when he put his weight on his twisted leg. The
figures were now fully formed. They stood on two legs, like apes, but wore
strange, coloured skins over their bodies. They were almost devoid of hair
except for patches of black on the tops of their heads. Scar had never in
his life seen any animal like them. He must be delirious, he thought. The
heat and meagre diet must have twisted his mind so that he saw things that
weren't really there. The smallest of the creatures pointed, and they came
towards him. It would not be much longer now. He was unable to succeed in
life. Maybe in death he would fare better.
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As soon as the transporter field released him, Riker was hit by a
wave of heat. He looked around at the stark desert landscape, and was
surprised to see what looked like a lion crouching on the parched ground
some distance away. "Phasers on stun," he ordered, and took aim.
"No! Wait," shouted Troi. She was staring at the lion with interest.
"I think it might be intelligent."
Riker looked from her to the beast in confusion. Was she mad? "It's a
lion!" he exclaimed, keeping his phaser steady.
Data fearlessly walked toward the creature with his tricorder. "Readings
indicate that the commander is correct in his assumption. However, phasers
will not be necessary. The animal is suffering from multiple injuries,
including a broken leg, minor fractures, and several flesh wounds."
Reluctantly, Riker put his phaser away. "Any more around?" he asked.
"Not for some distance," the android replied, still scanning. "Although
there are signs of smaller life forms."
Troi spoke up, "I'm sensing higher-level emotions from it."
Riker rolled his eyes and said, "Great. What am I supposed to do, walk
up and introduce myself?"
Data looked up from his scanning. "That is the standard procedure, sir."
Riker couldn't believe this was happening. "Cover me," he told Worf,
and walked towards the lion. It still crouched there, watching him. Feeling
stupid, he took a deep breath and said, "I'm Commander William T. Riker
of the starship Enterprise. We mean you no harm." He held his hands open in
front of him in the universal guesture of peace.
The lion raised its head and spoke.
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Scar crouched on the ground, not sure what to do. He couldn't fight,
and he couldn't even outrun a warthog in his condition. The strange animal
with fur on its face stood right in front of him and spoke. It used some
words he didn't know. Soon it finished talking and seemed to be waiting for
a response.
Scar raised his head and growled, "What do you want?"
The creature jumped back in surprise. It said something about a
federation and planets, and asked him who his leader was.
Scar knew the answer to that. "I am Taka," he declared, using his
childhood name. "I am the true King here." He tried to sound dignified, but
he was sure his appearance failed him. If only he had his mane!
It asked him about his injuries. Did he need medical attention?
He saw a possible future suddenly open up ahead of him. These animals
knew the art of healing! Already a plan was forming in his mind. He arose and
said, "You may heal me."
The animals discussed something amongst themselves. Scar thought of
all his hopes and dreams that he had abandoned. They might now be
possible! Abruptly, he felt a tingling sensation as the desert disappeared
from around him.
And then he was somewhere else.
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Zazu soared high above the ground, gathering the daily news. It had
been weeks since the presentation of Chaka, and time had restored the
pridelands to their former splendor. The bleak grayness that Scar's rule had
caused was now replaced by vivid shades of green and yellow. The sun was
low in the sky. Soon, the creatures that lived for the day would rest, and
the night would bring its own mosiac of life to inhabit the land.
On a rocky outcropping far below, Simba sat contemplating his kingdom.
He remembered a time when he just couldn't wait to be king, but now it seemed
like a heap of extra responsibilities. And now with Sarabi gone, there
was no-one experienced in leadership to council him.
Zazu swooped down and landed beside him with a respectful bow. "Good
evening, sire! I have today's report ready for you."
"Zazu! So, what's the latest news? Any sign of Kisasian?" asked Simba,
with a glimmer of dread. Kisasian was a rival lion who had tried to take
over Pride Rock. Simba's pride had just barely been able to defeat him.
"Not thus far. Frankly, I don't think he'll show his face around
_here_ again. But I have the giraffes on the lookout for any signs of an
attack. The monkeys are so worried, it's driving the elephants bananas.
And the zebras -- they always did have a stubborn stripe -- just seem to
gallop around the issue. The snakes prefer to simply lay low for a while.
The baboons are so lazy they won't do a thing to help. They just sit in the
trees, flat on their AAAAAAAAAAAA! Oh dear..."
Chaka had crept up to him from behind and pounced. The hornbill easily
sidestepped the young lion, but was nonetheless rattled. "Sire!" Zazu
scolded, "You really _should_ teach him some discipline. As your majordomo,
I shouldn't be subjected to--"
Simba laughed heartily as he watched his cub getting ready to pounce
again. "You have to tense up a bit more," he told Chaka. "Focus on your
prey and where it might go."
Zazu looked worried. He quickly said, "That concludes my report. I
really _must_ be going." He jumped into the air. But before he could get far,
Chaka leaped up and grapped the tip of his tail in his mouth. With a squawk,
Zazu slipped away and flapped off into the night.
"Awwww. The major dodo got away," said Chaka in disappointment.
"Come here, son," said Simba. Chaka went over to him and Simba placed
a large paw on his head. "You've got a lot to learn, and it's up to me to
teach you." The slim, silvery crescent of the sun had long since slid under
the horizon. Above them, the heavens were as black as a beetle's shell.
Innumerable stars cast their pristine glow down at the two lions. Simba gazed
at them, looking for a sign. What would his father say now?
"Dad," said Chaka, muffled under the weight of the huge paw. "What are
those lights?"
"They're called stars," Simba replied.
"I know that. But what are they? Timon say's they're fireflies that
got stuck."
"My father once told me that the stars are all of the kings of the past
watching over us."
Chaka climbed up Simba's thick mane and onto his head to get a better
view of them. "I still think they look like fireflies."
One star seemed to shine brighter than the rest.
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Captain Picard looked down at the planet through the observation window
in the conference room. He sipped some of the steaming Earl Grey tea that he
held and contemplated the vast realm of space. Life in the galaxy was
almost as uqbiquitious as the stars, but most of the intelligent lifeforms
he had encountered were humanoid. It was unusual, though not impossible, to
find a four-legged creature with intelligence. It was all very hard to
believe. Lions were found only in fairy tales; they had been hunted to
extinction on Earth hundreds of years ago. But even more odd was the fact
that the ship's sensors had not detected any signs of technology. Radio
waves, radioactivity, or pollution would have made this mission a lot easier,
because the Federation's entire scale for judging civilization was based on
technology levels. He couldn't deny colonization rights because they had
found one talking lion. He needed more information.
In the Enterprise's medical centre, deep within the core of the ship,
Doctor Beverly Crusher was healing Taka's last fracture. The lion was lying
on his side in a stasis field, unconscious. She expertly directed the laser
scalpel around the edges of the plastiderm patch, sealing the edges
permanently in place. As a final touch, she injected him with a hair
replacement supplement.
Just then, Troi, Riker, and the captain walked into sickbay. She looked
up, flipping her fiery red hair over her shoulders. "I'm glad you're here,"
she said. "I'm just about the wake the patient."
"Shouldn't we use some restraints?" asked Riker.
"I've set up a force field around the table," said the Doctor. "We
shouldn't have any problems. At a nod from Picard, she activated the
field and turned off the stasis device.
The lion blinked his eyes and sat up on the flat table. His eyes darted
around suspiciously.
Picard moved to the edge of the force field. He looked into Taka's
eyes and said, "I am Captain Jean-Luc Picard of the Federation starship
Enterprise.
Taka stared back, calm and calculating. "I see," he said. "And just
what _is_ a starship?"
"You might find this hard to believe, but we are at this moment in
a vehicle moving high about the ground," explained Picard. How could he
put this so that the lion would understand? "It's a machine that's capable
of travelling between the stars."
Taka's eyes narrowed as he absorbed this information. "Are you the
leader here?" he asked.
"Yes, I am," Picard replied with a glance towards Riker. "My colleagues
tell me that you are the ruler of the world below us. Is that correct?"
"YES! I am King," the lion declared.
"Then you can speak for all those on the planet below."
As Taka considered this, Troi's eyes narrowed. "I assure you, I can,"
he said finally.
"Do your people have any ... tools or machines? Things to help you catch
prey, for example," asked the Captain.
"Our teeth and claws help us catch our food. Of course, a superiour
intellect helps quite a bit, too. What's a 'machine'?"
"It's a tool that helps one do a task more effectively," answered
Picard. He picked up a laser scalpel and flicked it on. A thin beam of
red light shot out in front of it for a few centimetres. "This one can
either heal, or used incorrectly, cut deep into one's skin." He
flicked it off.
Taka stared at the device hungrily. "Would you be willing to _share_
any of these 'tools' with my people?" he asked hopefully. "I would, of
course, make _any_ payment I could later."
Picard shook his head. "We have a fundamental law in our society. It
prevents us from sharing our technology with races that haven't already
developed it themselves."
"But aren't you the leader?" Taka asked incredulously. "Surely _you_
have some say in this."
"Even if I could, I wouldn't help you. The law is there for a reason.
In the wrong hands, advanced technology has proven to be devestating."
The lion looked angry. "Oh, I understand perfectly," he growled.
Sharp claws bared, he tried to strike Picard, but his paw was stopped by the
shimmering force field. Taka brought his forepaw back down and rapidly
composed himself. "I'm so _terribly_ sorry. I don't know _what_ got into
me," he apologized. "And after _all_ you've done."
Picard turned away in disgust. "Escort our guest down to the planet,"
he told two nearby security guards. He walked out of sickbay, followed
by Troi and Riker.
"He's definitely hiding something," said Troi as soon as they were in
the corridor. "He might not be all that he claims to be."
"I'd gathered as much," said the Captain as they walked. "But
unfortunately, he still counts as intelligent life."
"I hope all of them aren't like that," said Riker.
"You can't judge an entire species just from one specimen," the
counsellor advised. "Look at Q, for an example."
"I agree completely," said Riker, nodding. "Do you want to discuss this
over some Rigellian brandy and a chocolate sundae?"
"Mmmm, sounds tempting," Troi replied.
"I don't know about you, but I've got a ship to run," said Picard. He
stepped into a turbolift and left them.
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Three figures shimmered into existence in the middle of a savanna,
frightening a flock of birds. Scar looked around in confusion. This was
all very disconcerting. One moment, he was on a table in an invisible cage,
and in the next he was standing on green grass. He looked up at the
two men on either side of him.
"So, I'm free to go now?" he asked.
"Yeah," one replied. "Go crazy." Suddenly, his eyes widened in surprise
and his hand clapped to the back of his neck. Through gritted teeth, he
managed to blurt out, "YEOW! I think something bit me."
The other man rushed to his aid. "Joe, are you alright?" he asked
worriedly.
"No! I think ... poison--" He dropped the shiny thing he was holding
and fell to the ground, coughing.
Scar instantly moved to where the thing lay in the tall grass and sat on
it. "Well, well, it looks like your friend's in trouble. You'd better
go back to your starship. Quickly, before it's too late!"
The man who was still well tapped his chest and spoke something into
the air.
Scar continued, "Oh, and tell Captain Picard thanks ... for
EVERYTHING." He watched as they disappeared from the world.
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Simba was dreaming. He was standing on hard ground. He couldn't move.
All around him were fiery red coals, and they blasted him with scalding
heat. A lion stood on a rock high above, looking down at him. He couldn't
tell if it was Kisasian or Scar in the darkness. It might have been them
both combined, for it was much larger than life and its eyes glowed a
devilish green.
"Simba! Son of Mufasa," its voice boomed. "You are charged with the
spilling of royal blood! For this you must DIE!"
"No!" Simba pleaded. "It wasn't my fault! It was Scar! I didn't know
there was going to be a stampede!"
The giant lion roared and jumped. It plunged towards him with claws
outstretched and roared out, "Dad, Wake up! Dad!"
Simba rolled over in confusion. He opening his eyes and the sunlight
dazzled him. Blinking sleepily, he called out, "Chaka?"
A brown, limp lizard dropped to the ground in front of his face with
a thud. Chaka stood behind it and excitedly explained, "I caught a lizard!
It was standing there, and I pounced it good!"
Simba yawned and sat up. All around him, the lionesses were sleeping,
tired from last night's hunt. "That's very good," he told his son. "But
we don't eat lizards."
"But it was fun," Chaka replied. "I snuck up on it, just like you
told me too, and--"
Simba sighed and stood up. "Son, it's time I explained something very
important to you."
The pair stood on the tip of Pride Rock, looking out over the colourful
landscape. The sun was high in the saphire sky, and a herd of antelope
grazed in the distance. Simba remembered a day like this one, a lifetime ago,
when he was a young cub and Mufasa was explaining the ways of the world to
him. How should he begin so that it wouldn't be too much to take in?
"Chaka," he started, "Everything you see exists in a delicate balance,
called the Circle of Life."
"What do you mean, Dad?"
"Every creature has a role in the world, from the smallest ant to the
largest elephant. If you took away a type of creature, it wouldn't be able
to do its job, and all of the others would suffer."
Chaka was rapidly loosing interest. He looked around for something to
do. A grasshopper caught his eye as it flew past, and he went after it. Simba
noticed and gave a low, angry rumble. The cub immediately came back and
nodded. "Uh huh," he said.
Simba kept a stern eye on him. "Do you understand?" he asked. Chaka
looked thoughtful for a moment, and then shook his head. Simba searched for
the words to explain. A cool breeze wispered through the green fields below.
With sudden inspiration, he pointed to a herd miles away. "Look at those
antelope, for example," he said. "If I ordered everyone to pull out all of
the grass, what would happen to them?"
Chaka looked down at the savanna. The wind seemed to make patterns in
the grass, like a path unwinding. "There's too much everywhere," he said.
"Yeah, but what if? What would they eat?" he asked.
"I dunno."
"They'd all either starve or go somewhere else. And the zebras too. And
then what would we eat?"
The cub looked down at his forepaws and thought. "We wouldn't?" he
guessed.
"Right! Everything's connected in the Circle. That's why you shouldn't
hunt for fun. We never take more than we need. Got it?"
"Got it!" Chaka echoed enthusiasticly.
"Now let's go see if your mother's awake yet," said Simba as he started
back down the rock.
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Scar couldn't believe his luck! In one day, he'd been completely
healed of all his wounds, and now he had a Tool. It looked like a shiny
gray stone lying in the grass. But how did it work? He tapped it cautiously
with his paw, and then examined it more closely.
Its shape vaguely resembled that of a serpent's head. It was mostly
grey with some darker squares on the side. Where the mouth would be was
a black opening. Scar carefully picked it up in his jaws. He felt its
smooth curviness against his lips. Suddenly, it vibrated and he saw a red
flash to his left. He dropped it in surprise and spun to see what was there.
In a small grove of trees, a bush burned. He left the Tool and padded
over to it in amazement.
The Tool had made fire.
Scar had made fire!
The bush seemed to call out to him. He was mesmerized by the dancing
yellow flames, and the thick curls of white smoke. The crackle and his of
leaves was like a voice wispering devious thoughts to him. Scar listened
until the fire and the bush were a pile of warm, white ash.
Scar ran back to the Tool and picked it up again, but nothing
happened. He moved his tongue against the squares on the side. Again, it
vibrated warmly against his teeth. He dropped it as before.
This time a tree was on fire. Its red fruits fell to the ground and
sizzled. The fire soon spread until the entire grove was engulfed in flames
and thick white smoke. A family of birds squawked and flew out. Some small
animals scampered away across the field, coughing. Scar capered around the
inferno in devious delight. With the Tool, he would claim his place as King!
Sparks drifted out of the roaring fire and a light breeze carried them
away.
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Rafiki walked expertly along a tree branch collecting fruits for his
meal. A warm breeze made the large green leaves around him quiver and he
smelled something vaguely familiar. The ancient mandrill sniffed the air,
trying to recall what it was. It had been many years since he had smelled
anything like it. Then it hit him: Fire! His parents had died in such a fire.
I must warn the others, he thought. Without thinking, he dropped the two
round fruits he was carrying. He gasped as they sailed downwards, bouncing
through the branches. He scampered down after them and saw that they had
split open on some sharp rocks. The thick juice they contained oozed down
the rough stone, and a swarm of flies flocked to the feast. Rafiki shook his
head sadly. He fetched his stick and started towards Pride Rock.
The sun was low in the sky, and Simba's shadow was a huge, warped
caricature. He stood before the lionesses and announced, "It's
almost time for the hunt."
Chaka sat beside Nala. "When will I be able to go on hunts, mom?" he
asked her.
"Not for a long time yet," she told him. "Be patient."
Chaka looked around in boredom for something to do. He saw Rafiki
walking towards the pride. "Look, there's that crazy old monkey," he
said, pointing with his paw.
"He's a mandrill," she corrected him. "And you should be more respectful
to him. He's very wise."
Rafiki walked up to Simba. "Squash banana! Busa le lizwe," he said.
Chaka gave his mother an I-told-you-so look. He saw his father embrace
the mandrill. They exchanged a few words, but Chaka could hardly understand
anything Rafiki said. A long discussion followed, with Rafiki making lots
of guestures and sniffing the air a lot. Chaka smelled the air and detected
only the same strange smell that had been in the savanna all afternoon.
That must be what they were talking about, he guessed.
In the end, Simba looked serious. "There is a fire somewhere closeby,"
he said to the pride. A collective gasp went up through the crowd.
"What's a fire?" Chaka wispered to Nala.
"It's something very dangerous," she told him. "I've never seen it
myself, but I've heared stories about it."
"ZAZU!" shouted Simba. His voice echoed off the rocks so loud that Chaka
was sure it could be heard throughout the whole world.
The hornbill flew down from a nearby tree, wearing a nightcap. He'd
obviously just been sleeping. "You called, sire?" he asked sleepily.
"Yes," said the King. "Tell my subjects to be on the lookout for a
fire."
Zazu instantly snapped to full alertness. "A fire? Oh no! Oh dear...
I'll get right on it, sire!" He hopped into the air and flew away.
"As for us, the hunt's still on," declared Simba.
Samuel Simpson
[fanfic]
Very interesting. Or, perhaps that should be "intriguing?" :)
> "What's a fire?" Chaka wispered to Nala.
> "It's something very dangerous," she told him. "I've never seen it
>myself, but I've heared stories about it."
I hate to nitpick, but Nala *has* seen fire before. The whole area
around Pride Rock burned during the big battle, for goodness sake.
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Sam Simpson (sfsi...@ix.netcom.com)
Irving, Texas
Matt Robinson
han...@wchat.on.ca "Steven Hanov" writes:
> The first ever Lion King/Star Trek Crossover! (Version 0.75)
> -------------------------------------------------------------
> By Steven Hanov (han...@wchat.on.ca)
First of all: Great idea! Well pulled off too except for a couple
of little errors =)
> Riker looked from her to the beast in confusion. Was she mad? "It's a
> lion!" he exclaimed, keeping his phaser steady.
I'm just dying to add "..lion's eat guys like us" to that bit <G>.
> "They're called stars," Simba replied.
> "I know that. But what are they? Timon say's they're fireflies that
> got stuck."
> "My father once told me that the stars are all of the kings of the past
> watching over us."
> Chaka climbed up Simba's thick mane and onto his head to get a better
> view of them. "I still think they look like fireflies."
> One star seemed to shine brighter than the rest.
I love this bit =). Come to think of it, any scene with Chaka in it seems
to be expertly handled, I like the way you show his character. Simba's
lack of experience in fathering comes through well too. There's some good
humour in there too.
> "What's a fire?" Chaka wispered to Nala.
> "It's something very dangerous," she told him. "I've never seen it
> myself, but I've heared stories about it."
Check your timescale, Nala just helped Simba regain the throne amidst
one of the biggest fires I've seen. I think she saw it too =)
So apart from the occasional midget mistake, (probably due to one of
STTNG's time space anomalies - there's usually at least one in each
episode =), very well done! I like the writing style, the handling of
the characters and the subject. I'm slightly worried about the "1 of ?"
in the subject... does that mean you haven't planned the story out?
I hope you have, this is one story I'd like to see finished =)
Good luck with it!
Matt
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>> "What's a fire?" Chaka wispered to Nala.
>> "It's something very dangerous," she told him. "I've never seen it
>> myself, but I've heared stories about it."
>Check your timescale, Nala just helped Simba regain the throne amidst
>one of the biggest fires I've seen. I think she saw it too =)
Yup, it looks like I goofed on that one! I'll be changing that part.
>So apart from the occasional midget mistake, (probably due to one of
>STTNG's time space anomalies - there's usually at least one in each
>episode =), very well done! I like the writing style, the handling of
>the characters and the subject. I'm slightly worried about the "1 of ?"
>in the subject... does that mean you haven't planned the story out?
>I hope you have, this is one story I'd like to see finished =)
Actually, I do have a very brief scene-by-scene outline. I just have to write
it all out. This week, I'm very busy, but I WILL finish it!
>Good luck with it!
Thanks!
sylp...@imap2.asu.edu
Someone please forward me a copy of the original story, it looks very
interesting!
Sylph
> > The first ever Lion King/Star Trek Crossover! (Version 0.75)
> > -------------------------------------------------------------
> > By Steven Hanov (han...@wchat.on.ca)
>
> First of all: Great idea! Well pulled off too except for a couple
> of little errors =)
>
> > Riker looked from her to the beast in confusion. Was she mad? "It's a
> > lion!" he exclaimed, keeping his phaser steady.
>
> I'm just dying to add "..lion's eat guys like us" to that bit <G>.
>
> > "They're called stars," Simba replied.
> > "I know that. But what are they? Timon say's they're fireflies that
> > got stuck."
> > "My father once told me that the stars are all of the kings of the past
> > watching over us."
> > Chaka climbed up Simba's thick mane and onto his head to get a better
> > view of them. "I still think they look like fireflies."
> > One star seemed to shine brighter than the rest.
>
> I love this bit =). Come to think of it, any scene with Chaka in it seems
> to be expertly handled, I like the way you show his character. Simba's
> lack of experience in fathering comes through well too. There's some good
> humour in there too.
>
> > "What's a fire?" Chaka wispered to Nala.
> > "It's something very dangerous," she told him. "I've never seen it
> > myself, but I've heared stories about it."
>
> Check your timescale, Nala just helped Simba regain the throne amidst
> one of the biggest fires I've seen. I think she saw it too =)
>
> So apart from the occasional midget mistake, (probably due to one of
> STTNG's time space anomalies - there's usually at least one in each
> episode =), very well done! I like the writing style, the handling of
> the characters and the subject. I'm slightly worried about the "1 of ?"
> in the subject... does that mean you haven't planned the story out?
> I hope you have, this is one story I'd like to see finished =)
>
David Cleary
This story never showed up on my server. Could some kind soul repost this
or send me a copy?
[Young Simba voice on, through cheezy smile] "Pleeeeeeeeeease.....?" :)
Caroline Christian
Oh, dear, I'm missing this ... it isn't in the old file ...
Can anyone point me in the right direction ?
hakuna matata
Caroline
cchr...@acs.bu.edu
Matt Robinson
dcl...@fas.harvard.edu "David Cleary" writes:
> Hi folks--
> This story never showed up on my server. Could some kind soul repost this
> or send me a copy?
> [Young Simba voice on, through cheezy smile] "Pleeeeeeeeeease.....?" :)
Yeah, uh this sounds wierd 'cos I followed up to the original post, but
I don't have a copy on disk either and I'd love to put it up on
The Lion's Domain 2 sometime. So if someone could repost or send me it
again I'd be real happy =)
Thanks,
Matt
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this
> or send me a copy?
I never got this either. Could someone E-Mail me a copy or repost it.
Thanks
* "I'm Ten Times The King Mufasa Was" *
* "BE PREPARED" SCAR *
* AMY *
* Questions? Comments? E-Mail Me At: scarr...@aol.com *
* "I'm Surrounded By Idiots" *
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The first ever Lion King/Star Trek Crossover! (Version 0.78) [unfinished]
Blame them, not me.
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almost as ubiquitious as the stars, but most of the intelligent lifeforms
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outstretched and roared, "Dad, Wake up! Dad!"
yellow flames, and the thick curls of white smoke. The crackle and hiss of
leaves was like a voice wispering devious thoughts to him. Scar listened
until the fire and the bush were a pile of warm, white ash.
Scar ran back to the Tool and picked it up again, but nothing
happened. He moved his tongue against the squares on the side. Again, it
vibrated warmly against his teeth. He dropped it as before.
This time a tree was on fire. Its red fruits fell to the ground and
sizzled. The fire soon spread until the entire grove was engulfed in flames
and thick white smoke. A family of birds squawked and flew out. Some small
animals scampered away across the field, coughing. Scar capered around the
inferno in devious delight. With the Tool, he would claim his place as King!
Sparks drifted out of the roaring fire and a light breeze carried them
away.
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Rafiki walked expertly along a tree branch collecting fruits for his
meal. A warm breeze made the large green leaves around him quiver and he
smelled something vaguely familiar. The ancient mandrill sniffed the air,
trying to recall what it was. It had not been long since he had last smelled
something like it. Then it hit him: Fire! His thoughts flashed back to the
final confrontation with Scar, when there had been a terrible fire. I must
"It's something very dangerous," she told him. "Stay away from it if
you ever see one."
"ZAZU!" shouted Simba. His voice echoed off the rocks so loud that Chaka
was sure it could be heard throughout the whole world.
The hornbill flew down from a nearby tree, wearing a nightcap. He'd
obviously just been sleeping. "You called, sire?" he asked sleepily.
"Yes," said the King. "Tell my subjects to be on the lookout for a
fire."
Zazu instantly snapped to full alertness. "A fire? Oh no! Oh dear...
I'll start immediately, sire!" He hopped into the air and flew away.
"As for us, the hunt's still on," declared Simba.
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The Enterprise reluctantly drifted out of orbit. Deep within the bowels
of the ship, the engine's pulse quickened, preparing for the journey ahead.
The bridge, its nerve centre, was alive with activity. Picard sat in the
central chair where he could see everything around him.
"Data," he said. "What is the next planet on our itinerary?"
The android replied without checking his console. "The closest
unpopulated world is Tezuka III. Starfleet's preliminary scans show that
its conditions are startlingly similar to the planet below us."
Riker commented, "I hope those scans are better than these ones were."
"Indeed," nodded Picard. They were leaving this world, perhaps forever.
Though he would never admit it, Picard would have liked to beam down to the
surface for a few hours. Although the holodecks could come close, they only
mocked the real thing. It would have been refreshing to walk on real soil
and breath naturally recycled air. But more important matters rested on his
shoulders. The Altairians needed a planet. He turned to Worf and asked,
"How long until we're ready to go to warp?"
"Checking all systems," stated the Klingon. As he worked the controls
at his station, a strange look crossed his face. "Sir," he exclaimed
angrily. "One phaser is missing from a weapons cabinet ... in transporter
room six."
"A phaser?" Picard repeated. If there was phaser on the planet, it could
spell disaster for any inhabitants. "Scan the ship. Do a sensor sweep," he
ordered.
"Aye, sir." Worf stabbed at his console and it beeped back at him.
"Results are negative," he said. "The weapon is registered to Lieutenant
Satonaka -- the one who is ill."
"He must have left it on the surface," mused Picard. "We have to go
back."
On the screen, the iridiscent world turned blissfully in its orbit.
The dark shadow of night was slowly creeping over the sphere and swallowing
up the daylight.
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"Well, kid, I guess it's just you and us for the night," said Timon as
he walked through the tall grasses.
"Yup," said Pumbaa, trotting after them, "So what do you want to do?"
Timon glared back at Pumbaa. "Pumbaa and I," he said, "were planning on
catching some sleep."
Chaka looked at his surroundings. It all looked so different at
night. Not scary, but unfamiliar. The shining orb of the moon cast a pale
blue veil over everything. He could hear the distant roars of the grownups
as they ambushed a herd of antelope. He wanted to be hunting, not babysat
like a kid! "Be patient," his mother had said. She didn't think he could
hunt. And that huge lizard he caught wasn't even good enough for his
father. The air still smelled funny.
"I wanna see the fire. It'd be so cool," said Chaka.
"Oh, no you don't," said Timon. "That stuff's dangerous!"
"Yeah, it sure is! And HOT," said the warthog. "I almost got turned into
roast pork last time I saw one!"
Chaka started, "But--"
"It's dark now, and its time to sleep," said Timon. "And your dad says
you have to stick with us."
"Awww," the cub whined.
The tiny meerkat suddenly jumped in front of Chaka and pointed sternly
at his chin. The cub looked down in surprise. "Look," said Timon, "We've had
a long day, and the last thing we need is for you to go running off on us."
Pumbaa grunted, "Yup, and we need you to protect us."
"Yeah, to protect us," said Timon. "Don't disappear. Got it?"
"Got it," echoed Chaka.
Timon and Pumbaa snored peacefully under some shrubs. Chaka lay near
them, waiting. When he was sure they were sound asleep, he quietly arose and
crept away. He would find the fire, whatever it was. The bright moonlight
lit the way for him.
He padded through the tall grasses, heading to where the fading burnt
scent was strongest. It was farther than he expected. Soon, the stars began
to disappear and a faint pink tinge appeared the horizon. Chaka was starting
to feel awfully tired. I'll just go on a bit more, he thought. Maybe the
fire was beyond the next patch of trees. He walked to the edge of the grove
and stopped.
Beyond the trees were five weird creatures. They stood on two legs like
monkeys and wore shiny, scaly skins that shimmered in the moonlight. They
had no hair at all except for a smooth black cap on top of their heads. But
funniest of all were their ears; the tips were pointed straight up in the
air. Chaka crinkled his nose. These animals smelled terrible!
They were standing around, pointing strange stone-things everywhere.
The stone-things squawked at them, as if they wanted to escape the creatures'
grasp. Chaka laughed out loud at this, then regretted it. One of the
animals had heard him and was walking towards him!
Without thinking, the cub turned and ran as fast as he could. He
blindly crashed through bushes and bounded over rocks, trying to get far away
from that thing. Suddenly, he bumped into something soft and furry and fell
to the ground. Heart pounding, he looked up and saw a large lion. It was
dark, and tears blurred his vision. "Dad?" Chaka called hopefully.
The lion turned in surprise and brought his claw up, ready to slash
whatever had disturbed him to bits. He had a thick dark mane. Chaka felt
like his heart would pound right through his chest as the seconds passed by.
Then, the lion gave a small smile of recognition. "Well, what have we
here? This is no time for little cubs to be about. What's your name?" asked
the lion.
All fear washed away from the cub. This was a stranger, but he seemed
nice. "I'm Chaka," he said. "What's your name?"
"My name is Taka," said the lion. "It's dangerous to be out at this
time of night. Who's your father?"
"My father's Simba," Chaka announced with pride, "He's a king."
Taka's eyes flashed as he wispered the name under his breath.
"Do you know him?" asked Chaka.
The adult regained a serpent-like smile. "Oh, yes, we're . . . OLD
friends. In fact, I was just going to pay him a little visit. Would you like
to come along?"
The cub started to back away. "My mom said never to talk to strangers--"
"But I'm not a stranger," Taka said pleasantly, "Your mother knows me
VERY well. I know she'd be terrified to think that you're out here, all
alone. She'd WANT you to come with me."
Maybe he's right, Chaka thought. If he met any of those creatures again,
it would be good to have a grownup around. And Taka was awfully nice.
"Okay, I'll come with you," he said.
"Good!" exclaimed the lion. He picked up a smooth gray stone-thing from
the ground and started walking on the path.
"What's that think you've got?" asked Chaka, following.
Taka placed the thing on the ground and said, "It's a SURPRISE."
Jason D. Knight
sylp...@imap2.asu.edu wrote:
>Someone please forward me a copy of the original story, it looks very
>interesting!
>
>Sylph
No, don't forward it! Repost it! Ryan, I see a lot of posts from you.
Could you repost it, please? Or at least add it to your Web page?
Thanks!
FDC Audio Engineer TLKMuck Mzaha Sinner, F.C.O.S.
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Ryan McGinnis
>In article <Pine.SOL.3.91.960402...@general4.asu.edu>,
>sylp...@imap2.asu.edu wrote:
>
>>Someone please forward me a copy of the original story, it looks very
>>interesting!
>>
>>Sylph
>
>No, don't forward it! Repost it! Ryan, I see a lot of posts from you.
>Could you repost it, please? Or at least add it to your Web page?
>Thanks!
Heeere you go...
Due to popular request, here's the story SO FAR.....
The first ever Lion King/Star Trek Crossover! (Version 0.78)
[unfinished]
Blame them, not me.
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almost as ubiquitious as the stars, but most of the intelligent
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outstretched and roared, "Dad, Wake up! Dad!"
hiss of
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trying to recall what it was. It had not been long since he had last
smelled
something like it. Then it hit him: Fire! His thoughts flashed back to
the
final confrontation with Scar, when there had been a terrible fire. I
"It's something very dangerous," she told him. "Stay away from it
if
you ever see one."
"ZAZU!" shouted Simba. His voice echoed off the rocks so loud
that Chaka
was sure it could be heard throughout the whole world.
The hornbill flew down from a nearby tree, wearing a nightcap.
He'd
obviously just been sleeping. "You called, sire?" he asked sleepily.
"Yes," said the King. "Tell my subjects to be on the lookout for
a
fire."
Zazu instantly snapped to full alertness. "A fire? Oh no! Oh
dear...
I'll start immediately, sire!" He hopped into the air and flew away.
"As for us, the hunt's still on," declared Simba.
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night. Not scary, but unfamiliar. The shining orb of the moon cast a
pale
fire was beyond the next patch of trees. He walked to the edge of the
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