From: aodn307@bongo.cc.utexas.edu (Joshua Henry Geurink)
Newsgroups: alt.fan.q
Subject: The Most Annoying War
Date: 17 Nov 92 04:38:28 GMT
Reply-To: aodn307@bongo.cc.utexas.edu (Joshua Henry Geurink)
Organization: The University of Texas at Austin, Austin TX
Originator: aodn307@bongo.cc.utexas.edu

I wrote the original installment back on RAdrwho and a couple of the 
Star Trek groups...  But how could I forget my pals over in Q...


Order of posts is as follows:   1st: Timelord (Dark Horse)
			 	2nd (story part one): Me!
				3rd (pt2): Timelord
				4th (pt3): Jim

Guys, forgive me if I've killed your handles... I'll get them right
	next time, God willing...



			The Most Annoying War
			~~~ ~~~~ ~~~~~~~~ ~~~

	Creative people, here's your chance to come out of the
woodwork!  Help us continue the never-ending Saga of The Most Annoying
War.  Contribute a scene, or a piece of dialouge.  All we ask is that:

1) Please do not kill off any of the main characters, from either
series.  (Except, maybe Weasley Crusher.  :{) )

2) To keep a variety of input, please try to only add no more than 50
or so lines in a row.  That is to say, you may post 50 lines, they
someone else may add 50 lines, they you may add another 50.

In article <retief.721683032@mchem3.al.iastate.edu> retief@iastate.edu (Jim Miller) writes:
>In <83519@ut-emx.uucp> aodn307@bongo.cc.utexas.edu (Josh Geurink) writes:
>
>)OK, folks... picture this...
>
>)	It's a future time in two alternate universes; a titanic galactic
>)mishap throws each of those universes' most aggressive, hostile races
>)against one another.  I think it'd go something like this...
>
>)	Dalek Leader:  SURRENDER AT ONCE.  FAIL TO DO SO AND YOU WILL BE
>)			EXTERMINATED!
>
>)	Borg Commander:  Resistance is futile.  You will be assimilated.
>
>)	Legion of Daleks:  EX-TER-MIN-ATE!!!!!
>
>)	Ship o'Borgs:  A-SSIM-IL-ATE!!!!
>
>)	ASSIMILATE!  EXTERMINATE!  ASSIMILATE!  EXTERMINATE!
>)	(Zap!  Pow!  Kerfratz!  Ererererererer!  WHEEEeeeeeoooooop!)
>
>)	Q:  I'm getting a headache already! (Waves hand.  Everything
>)		disappears.)  Much better.
>
>)	(a blue police box materializes next to the relaxing entity. a
>)		funny-looking man and woman wearing animal-skins step out)
>
>)	Doctor:  Hello!  I'm the Doctor!  I say, have you perchance seen
>)		a rather nasty race of armored pepper-pots roaming hereabouts?
>)		Hmmmm?
>
>)	Q:  Oh, it's another of you bothersome beings from that other 
>)		dimension.  (Sighs)  Well, if you must know....
>
>)	(A sparkling light display occurs between the DOCTOR and Q.  When it
>)		ends,  three people in funny suits are standing there.)
>
>)	Riker:  Q!  I should have known!  Allright -- where are the Borg?
>)		We know they were down here!
>
>)	(WORF spots LEELA and growls menacingly.  He's rather startled when
>)		she growls back...)
>
>)	Q:  If you'll let me explain...
>
>)	Doctor:  (to DATA)  Hello!  I'm the Doctor!
>
>	(K-9 rolls outs)
>
>	K-9:  Orders, master, orders!
>
>	DATA:   Fascinating.
>
>	PICARD:  Q! Who are these people and why are they on my
>	         bridge?!
>
>	Doctor:  Weeell, we where just in the neighborhood, thought
>	         we'd pop in, I'm the Doctor, this is Leela and this
>	         is my dog, K-9...
>
>	TROI:  Captian, I feel that these people mean us no harm.
>
>	Doctor:  Or course not!  Now, about these Daleks...
>
	Q: I've had about enough of you, you intergalatic
	   trouble-maker!

	Leela: How dare you talk to the Doctor like that!  (Raises her
	       knife, which Q promptly turns into a leash.)

	Q: Can't you keep your mindless minions under better control.

	Doctor: Look, couldn't we all just talk this over.  (Pulls out
	        brown paper bag from coat.  To Q):  Care for a Jelly
	        baby?

	(Q, Now in a more pleasent mood, takes one, examines it, and
	then consumes.)

	Q: Mmmm.  Jean-Luc, how come you never offered me one of
	   these, (Looks at Doctor.)

	Doctor: (Grinning.) Jelly Babies.

	Picard: Look, Q, you can have all the Jelly Babies you want,
	        just get off my ship!

	Q: (Bored.) Very well.  (Regards Doctor.)  I'm afraid I may
	   have misjudged you, Doctor.  You require further study.

	(Q is about to leave, but as an afterthought adds:)

	Q: You know you really ought to do something about that scarf,
	   it really isn't you.

	(With that, Q leaves.)

	Picard: (Sighs.  Adjusts shirt.) Now, then, you said your name
	        was the Doctor?

	(Just then the intercom beeps into action.)

	Guinan: Captain, is everything alright up there?

>Next! ;-)
>
>)		What a boring night...
>)			Josh Geurink, CVE
>
>Jim Miller <retief@iastate.edu>  IowaStateUniversity.  ComS Jr.
>"Wait a minute, you expect me to THINK?!" -Me, during a(ny) test.


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