Post by Randomman on Oct 2, 2009 18:48:34 GMT -5
(Though most of these stories are stand alone. This would actually be the first. If they had any actual order. Enjoyz )
On a Federation space port. A funeral ceremony is taking place. A young girl with white hair stands in silence. As the space port's commander says a few last words on the dearly departed doctor. Amongst the ceremony you can hear people whisper gossip.
"I feel sorry for her."
"Even though she looks she's in her twenty's her mind still child like."
"Than her creator died."
"What a tragedy."
"Didn't her maker have any plan where to send her?"
"None."
"She's on her own now."
"How sad."
The sad girl watched as they shot her creators capsule into space. She clutched her only picture of her mother.
"Creator. I'm all alone now."
After the funeral ceremony...
The young white haired girl finishes putting the the old photos into her picture diary.
"Creator..."
Two red shirts start moving the creators scientific stuff out of the lab.
"Hey!"
The girl cries.
"What are you doing?!"
The red shirts look at her puzzled.
"Huh? Didn't you hear from the supervisor of this place, miss?"
"The Doctor of this lab was told to take everything away."
The avatar looked on in shook.
"E...Everything?! Even Creator's precious drawer?, dressing table?, frog ornament? Even me? "
They gave her a look.
"Eh? What are you talking about, miss?"
The white haired avatar cried in terror.
"I'll also be sold!"
She frantically starts packing up her clothes in a bag. While keeping a frighened eye locked onto the red shirts. She even somehow got the frog ornament in there to before running out the door crying.
"Nooooo!!!!"
The red shirts watch her leave.
"What was that?"
"Beats me?"
"Did she just take the frog with her?"
Meanwhile...
The Enterprise has docked onto the space port. And Spock is currently sticking up a flayer next to the mess halls door. He stares at sign with a typical Vulcan expression.
"Well that's it."
"Wow! The help wanted poster is up!"
Ensign Pavel Chekov the Navigator of the U.S.S. Enterprise and his faithfully loyal Yeoman Daniel Steinbock admire the sign. The Russian starts licking one of the ice cream cones he has been holding. He hands one of the cones over to the Yeoman. After a lick or two of course.
"Here you go, Daniel!"
The Yeoman smiles as he accepts the gift. He takes a few licks at treat while he blushes.
Chief Helmsman Sulu fans himself as he enters the mess hall.
"It's so hot!"
He gives the sign a look.
"Huh? So we're recruiting directly here? What about headquarters?"
Spock sighs.
"I asked but they also don't seem to have enough people."
Sulu cries out.
"What? We haven't had any breaks for two months now apart shore leave!"
The space elf raised an eyebrow.
"You just had yours. Even now, look."
Sulu tightens his grip on the data pad display the winners of the annual quadrant tribble race.
"This is different! What I am saying is not something like this!"
Sulu fantasy dream time
"To enter a big public bath alone with no one around! To eat oden in an air conditioned room until they get a new cooling unit for the ship! Yes, to watch and laugh at the red shirts as they go about heir work! This is the type of break I want to take!"
Spock turns his head.
"...well, that is the case and as much as I would even ask a cat for help. So please bear with me a little longer."
"Hey don't ignore me!"
Sulu whines.
On a Federation space port. A funeral ceremony is taking place. A young girl with white hair stands in silence. As the space port's commander says a few last words on the dearly departed doctor. Amongst the ceremony you can hear people whisper gossip.
"I feel sorry for her."
"Even though she looks she's in her twenty's her mind still child like."
"Than her creator died."
"What a tragedy."
"Didn't her maker have any plan where to send her?"
"None."
"She's on her own now."
"How sad."
The sad girl watched as they shot her creators capsule into space. She clutched her only picture of her mother.
"Creator. I'm all alone now."
After the funeral ceremony...
The young white haired girl finishes putting the the old photos into her picture diary.
"Creator..."
Two red shirts start moving the creators scientific stuff out of the lab.
"Hey!"
The girl cries.
"What are you doing?!"
The red shirts look at her puzzled.
"Huh? Didn't you hear from the supervisor of this place, miss?"
"The Doctor of this lab was told to take everything away."
The avatar looked on in shook.
"E...Everything?! Even Creator's precious drawer?, dressing table?, frog ornament? Even me? "
They gave her a look.
"Eh? What are you talking about, miss?"
The white haired avatar cried in terror.
"I'll also be sold!"
She frantically starts packing up her clothes in a bag. While keeping a frighened eye locked onto the red shirts. She even somehow got the frog ornament in there to before running out the door crying.
"Nooooo!!!!"
The red shirts watch her leave.
"What was that?"
"Beats me?"
"Did she just take the frog with her?"
Meanwhile...
The Enterprise has docked onto the space port. And Spock is currently sticking up a flayer next to the mess halls door. He stares at sign with a typical Vulcan expression.
"Well that's it."
"Wow! The help wanted poster is up!"
Ensign Pavel Chekov the Navigator of the U.S.S. Enterprise and his faithfully loyal Yeoman Daniel Steinbock admire the sign. The Russian starts licking one of the ice cream cones he has been holding. He hands one of the cones over to the Yeoman. After a lick or two of course.
"Here you go, Daniel!"
The Yeoman smiles as he accepts the gift. He takes a few licks at treat while he blushes.
Chief Helmsman Sulu fans himself as he enters the mess hall.
"It's so hot!"
He gives the sign a look.
"Huh? So we're recruiting directly here? What about headquarters?"
Spock sighs.
"I asked but they also don't seem to have enough people."
Sulu cries out.
"What? We haven't had any breaks for two months now apart shore leave!"
The space elf raised an eyebrow.
"You just had yours. Even now, look."
Sulu tightens his grip on the data pad display the winners of the annual quadrant tribble race.
"This is different! What I am saying is not something like this!"
Sulu fantasy dream time
"To enter a big public bath alone with no one around! To eat oden in an air conditioned room until they get a new cooling unit for the ship! Yes, to watch and laugh at the red shirts as they go about heir work! This is the type of break I want to take!"
Spock turns his head.
"...well, that is the case and as much as I would even ask a cat for help. So please bear with me a little longer."
"Hey don't ignore me!"
Sulu whines.