From: geurink@ccwf.cc.utexas.edu (Josh Geurink)
Newsgroups: rec.arts.drwho,rec.arts.startrek.misc,alt.startrek.creative,alt.fan.q
Subject: MAW spinoff #1
Date: 17 Nov 92 05:07:46 GMT
Reply-To: geurink@ccwf.cc.utexas.edu (Josh Geurink)
Followup-To: rec.arts.drwho
Organization: The University of Texas at Austin, Austin TX
Originator: geurink@sneezy.cc.utexas.edu

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.)



next!




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