From: neale@mentor.cc.purdue.edu (Neale Davidson)
Newsgroups: alt.startrek.creative
Subject: STTUQ 4/15
Date: 22 Aug 92 03:09:18 GMT
Organization: Purdue University Computing Center


 
  - STAR TREK      ---------------------------------------------------
  - THE UNFAIR QUO ---------------------------------------------------
 
  Part Four of Fifteen
 
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  CHAPTER FOUR
 
        The trip from the shops of Los Angeles to the rooms of 
  San Fransisco was frustratingly slow. Grissom never realized 
  just how much she was used to the transporters aboard the 
  ENTERPRISE. But the trip was over, and her clothes for the 
  awards ceremony later had been bought.
        She had about four hours to get herself ready for it, and 
  then she would move into her new room aboard the ENTERPRISE, 
  away from the problems of Earth.
        "Well then," Gahrut announced as the two left the 
  turbolift and stepped to her apartment doors. "I need to 
  properly fix myself up for the awards ceremony later."
        "Right," she replied. "I suppose that you want to hide 
  all those embarrassing cracks in your hide, and those unsightly 
  crystal growths."
        "Hey, we men have to primp just like everyone else," the 
  Horta retorted. "Anyway, I've got to get going. Are you sure 
  that you're going to be okay?"
        "Thanks," Grissom muttered, embarrassed by her fear. "The 
  streets aren't very safe at night, and I didn't really want to 
  be alone."
        "No problem," Gahrut replied. "My room's three floors 
  above and about three-hundred feet south. If you need anything, 
  talk, movies, granite, don't hesitate."
        Grissom gave a nervous smile in reply, letting Gahrut 
  shuffle off into the nearest turbolift. She sucked in her 
  breath, trying to regain her composure.
        Grissom entered her room again, shaking. Her previous 
  encounter within had nearly frenzied her, and it had taken all 
  of her courage to re-enter the room. She had decided to move 
  out, to try and run away again.
        "Computer, messages?" she asked, praying that he hadn't 
  called again.
        There was no reply. It was then she noticed that her 
  computer system had been shut down. The room was black and 
  silent. In one smooth action she drew her phaser and manually 
  turned on the lighting system.
        The lights came on, illuminating the dark corners 
  of the room. She scanned it over, looking for things out of 
  place. Other than the computer, everything appeared untouched.
        Hesitantly, she paced to the door to her bedroom. It had 
  been opened, a small crack was between the door and the wall. 
  Someone had been inside.
        She gathered her strength, raising the phaser to the room 
  on the other side of the door. In one swift action, she threw 
  the door aside, and froze in abject terror.
        Her clothes had been thrown on the bed, where someone had 
  indulged themselves in the most perverse way. The perpetrator 
  was long gone, but he had left his presence behind.
        She collapsed, dropping the phaser to the ground, going 
  nearly catatonic. There was a note on the bed, written by 
  computer. "See you tonight," it began. "I'm waiting for you."
 
 


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