From: dc@ohm.york.ac.uk (Dave Cullen)
Newsgroups: rec.arts.drwho,rec.arts.startrek.misc,alt.startrek.creative,alt.fan.q
Subject: Re: MAW Spinoff#2
Date: 18 Nov 92 11:03:24 GMT
Organization: Electronics Department, University of York, UK

In article <83808@ut-emx.uucp> aodn307@bongo.cc.utexas.edu (Joshua Henry Geurink) writes:
>In article <83798@ut-emx.uucp> geurink@ccwf.cc.utexas.edu (Josh Geurink) writes:
>>Wow!  I've only been doing this for the last three days, and I've already
>>got a series going (not my idea, I'll admit, but I LIKE it!), and the
>>first SPIN-OFF!!!
>>
>>
>>			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.
>>
>>
>>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!
>>
>>*****************************************************************************
>>
>>	Q: ...and THAT, commander, is EXACTLY what happened here, in
>>		words small enough even for Worf and his new playmate
>>		to understand (Leela and Worf growl).  Although even
>>		_I_ don't know what caused the rift.. yet.  But I have
>>		wasted enough time chatting.  Farewell, Riker!  And, Worf!
>>		DO try not to stain the rug!
>>
>>	(with a bright flash Q vanishes.  Riker stands up, now quite
>>		aggravated by Q's arrogance)
>>
>>	Riker:  Of all the...
>>
>>	Doctor:  Oh, come now.  Do you have any idea how _boring_ it must
>>		be to know everything there is to know?  Hmmm?  (Before
>>		Riker can speak) Of course you can't!  Why, the poor fellow
>>		must go positively insane with boredom.  Now, I'm sure this
>>		is just a _lovely_ planet, but might we take this conversation
>>		elsewhere, Commander?
>>
>>	Riker: (keeping his temper) Of course, err, Doctor. (Slaps 
>>		communicator)  Mr. O'Brien!  FIVE to beam up... and one
>>		large... box.
>>	
>>	O'Brien: (from communicator)  I'm sorry, sir.  I can't seem to get
>>		a lock on that box.
>>
>>	Doctor:  (sighs)  Ah, well, extradimensional objects are just soooo
>>		difficult to move when they don't want to move.  I'll tell
>>		you what -- you transmat back to your ship, and I'll travel
>>		in my TARDIS!  Come on, Leela...
>>
>>	(Leela, in the midst of a pleasant conversation [or what passes for 
>>		one] with Mr. Worf, is startled as the Doctor snags her
>>		elbow and lifts)
>>
>>	Leela:  Uh... of course, Doctor.  (Gets dragged into TARDIS)
>>
>>	Data:  What an intriguing man.  (Pause, followed by a confused look.)
>>		Transmat...?
>>
>>	Riker:  Later, I'm sure, Data.  Mr. O'Brien, (chirp chirp chrip),
>>		three to beam up.
>>
>>	O'B:  Aye aye, sir.  Energizing...
>>
>>	(Frrrrrriiiiiitttttzzzzzzuuuuuuuueeeeeeoeoooooooo.  The
>>		three disappear in a brilliant light display)
>>
>>	(The Doctor pops his head out the door and watches)
>>
>>	Doctor:  Hmmm.  I've never seen a transmat decive act quite
>>		like THAT before...  (Ducks back in)
>>
>>	(Vooooorrrrp.  Voooorrrrpp.  Vooorrrrpp.  The TARDIS dematerializes.)
>
>****************************************************************************
>
>	(a bald, older gentleman in a red uniform much resembling Riker's
>		sits in his ready room intently studying a computer display.)
>
>	Computer:  chirp chirp
>
>	Picard: (distractedly)  Come!
>
>	(Picard literally leaps out of his seat as an oblong blue box
>		materializes in the far corner)
>
>	(Voorrrrrp.  Vooooorrrrrppp.  Vooorrrppp.)
>
>	Picard: (hits communicator)(chirp) Security!  To my ready room!
>
>	(the TARDIS door opens, and a tall man wearing a long coat, floppy
>		hat, and multi-colored scarf steps out)
>
>	Doctor:  Oh, no need for that!  I'm the Doctor!  (He smiles.  [What
>		teeth!] and pulls a bag out of his pocket)  Would you like
>		a jelly baby?
>
>	(Worf and three nameless security personell charge in wielding what
>		appear to be fat electric razors)
>
>	Worf:  Captain, I...
>
>	Computer:  Warning.  Alien presences in...
>
>	Picard:  Computer!  It's all right.  No need for phasers, Mr. Worf.
>		(turns back to the Doctor)  So _you're_ the man from
>		another dimension...
>
>	Doctor: Oh, there's more than just me here.  Leela!  Adric!  Come
>		meet... (looks expectantly at Picard)
>
>	(Leela and a young man clad in a hideously bright tunic sporting a 
>		silver star on one pocket step out of the box)
>
>	Picard: (Blinks.  Straightens shirt.)  Oh!  I am Captain Jean-Luc
>		Picard, captain of the Enterprise.
>
>	(Worf appears perplexed.  How could three people possibly travel
>		comfortably in a small wooden box?)
>
>	Adric:  But, Doctor!  Do we have time for this?  Shouldn't we be
>		trying to get back?
>
>	Doctor:  (pats Adric on the back)  Plenty of time for that...
>		Captain Picard -- Adric and Leela.  Adric and Leela --
>		Captain Picard, and we've already met Mr. Worf.
>
>	Worf:  (Grunts)  Yes... Captain!  May I remind you that the Borg
>		are likely still in the area... along with those other...
>
>	Doctor: Daleks!
>
>	Worf: (nods) ...along with the Daleks.  I recommend we move to
>		another sector until the danger passes.
>
>	Picard:  Indeed!  Make it so, Mr. Worf.  (turns to Doctor and
>		companions)  I'm really quite busy at the moment...
>		May we continue this conversation over dinner?  (Doctor 
>		nods) Picard to Wesley Crusher!  (chirp)
>
>	Wesley:  (chirp!) Yes, Captain?
>
>	Picard:  I would like you and Mr. Data to escort the Doctor and his
>		companions to provided quarters.  Understood?
>
>	Wesley:  Yes, sir.  Crusher out!
>
>	(a handsome boy, slightly older than Adric, strides into the room
>		accompanied by the golden-skinned android)
>
>	Picard:  A pleasure meeting you Doctor!  (FINALLY takes a jelly baby)
>		If you'll just follow Mr.Data...
>
>	Doctor:  Of course! (smiles)  I'm sure we'll meet again sometime!
>		(winks and follows Data + Crusher out)
>
>	Picard: (amused)  What an interesting fellow.  I used to know
>		someone like him...
>
>***************************************************************************
>
>	Doctor:  ...back in my Academy days.  Your captain wouldn't be
>		a Pydronian by any chance, would he?
>
>	Data: (matter of factly) No, sir.  Captain Picard is French.
>
>	Doctor:  You know, Data, most of the androids where I come from
>		want nothing less than universal domination.
>
>	Data:  Ah.  My goal is to become more human.  Would you like to
>		hear some poetry?  (anticipating a response)  "An ode to
>		Spot, by Lieutennant..."
>
>	Doctor: (dodging a bullet) Perhaps some other time.
>
>	Data: (unfazed) Certainly.  Are there NO benevolent androids in
>		your universe?
>
>	Doctor:  Well, there was one...
>
>	Data:  Indeed.  Probability dictates that out of all possible 
>		synthetic life forms, the odds of NO friendly species are...
>
>	Doctor: (continuing) ...but it went insane, kidnapped my companion,
>		threatened all life on Earth, grew to fifty feet tall,
>		and ultimately self-destructed.
>
>	Data:  Ah.
>
>****************************************************************************
>
>Meanwhile, in another corridor...
>
>	Wesley:  And, uh, these are, err, your quarters, uhm, Leela.  (the
>		poor boy is VERY nervous)  And, uh, you might not want to
>		wear that knife around.  It makes security edgy...
>
>	(Leela stares him hard in the face -- he stops talking)
>
>	Leela:  I choose to keep my knife.  Thank you, Wesley Crusher.
>		(SWOOSH [the door opens]) Goodbye. (Swoosh [it closes])
>
>	Wesley:  (stares at the door for a moment.  Adric clears his throat)
>		Oh!  Sorry.  Uh, your quarters are right over...
>
>	Adric:  Actually, I was rather hoping to see a bit more of the ship.
>
>	Wes: (eager to please) No problem!  We'll start with engineering.
>		Say, what's that star for?
>
>	Adric: (beaming) Well, I earned it for mathematics excellence...
>
>	Wes: Really?  I'm quite proficient at math myself.
>
>	Adric:  REALLY. (disgusted)  I'll have you know that MY computations
>		once created an entire CITY!
>
>	Wes: (up to the challenge)  Oh yeah?  Well, I'll bet you've never
>		phased into unity with the universe to save your mother
>		from a collapsing...
>
>	(Wes breaks off as he and Adric round a corner.  What they see
>		confuses them -- Wesley more so than Adric)
>
>	Adric:  Do all your engineers play with dolls?
>
>	Wesley: (mystified)  No... (bends over and lifts a small doll 
>		wearing a Starfleet uniform.  The badge chirps when touched)
>		Especially not one that looks exactly like commander Riley.
>
>Had they listened closely, both boys would have heard an ominous, sinister
>laugh, and perhaps seen a figure clad in black duck into cargobay two...
>
***************************************************************************
A short while later, in Counsellor Troi's cabin...

Troi:	Yes, can I help you? (To the rather satanically handsome stranger)
Master:	That rather depends, may I come in? You ARE Counsellor Troi, yes?
Troi:	Yes, what do you want?
Master:	Look, I'm not accustomed to conducting urgent business in the corridor,
	I realy would appreciate it if I could come in...it would be to your 
	advantage you know.
 (The Master enters Troi's cabin, and makes himself comfortable)
Master:	I'm going to need your help to convince the Captain to assist me in
	recovering my ship. You are empathic are you not?
Troi:	Yes, and I sense you are far from benign...
MAster: All the more reason I can't have you telling tales to the Captain. I'm 
	going to need this ship to recover my TARDIS from the Borg craft.
	(It's just typical, the one chance I get to avoid those tin-plated 
	psychotic pepperpots, and I not only  end up taking them with me, but
	I land right in the middle of another load of crazed cyborgs.0
	Let me just say that it would be better for us all if the Borg don't
	assimilate my TARDIS's capabilities, it would mean the end of us all!
Troi:	You want to prevent this catastrophe?
Master:	I'll settle for just not being here when it happens!
Troi:	Thn I'm afraid I cannot help you, I must warn the Captain.
Master:	I can't let you do that. Here, take a look at this...
(He takes from his pocket a small toy robot, and pops it on a nearby table.
As soon as the toy sees Troi, it starts crooning about a "Lady in Red")
Troi:	What is it?
Master:	It's a Borg I found. It had attempted to assimilate some late 20th
	century Earth music, and it never recovered. I had to tinker with it
	of course, and make it easier to carry, but it taught me a lot about
	the Borg and their weaknesses. I call it Chris.
Troi:	Chris the Borg? I'm sorry but I'm not impressed! You can't threaten me!
Master: Then I'll have to gain your cooperation another way. Listen carefully
	I am the Master, you will obey...YOU WILL OBEY....

STAY TUNED!!! 

     Dave