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Post by Captain Dusk Rose on Jul 14, 2010 2:08:49 GMT -5
Stardate 2370.07.13. The Harrogate has just arrived at system 0071-Q in the Delta, Velonis sector. Our mission is to deliver much needed medical rations to the citizens of the planet there, which has been suffering a devastating plague, as well as what medical attention we can provide. Our Chief Medical Officer Alexander D'eon has already beamed down to the surface with a medical-away team and is awaiting our precious cargo.
In the transporter room Captain Pennington stood with her arms crossed, next to Lieutenant Verity as she carefully entered the coordinates of the delivery. "Easy now Lieutenant, this is extremely precious cargo." "Of course Captain, you forget that as an android, it is not possible for me to make any nervous misjudgments as a human engineer might." "Right, just make sure of that Lie tenant."
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Post by Ciel Phantomhive on Jul 14, 2010 2:34:53 GMT -5
First officer Gunning growled, trying desperately to towel the hot coffee from her uniform.
"I just made that cup too... GRRRR! This is never going to come out!" Tapping her com badge, she cleared as much frustration from her voice as possible and said,"Captain. I'm going to be a little behind. Gotta change and kill a redshirt for the coffee that is now all over me, I'll send someone to assist until I can get down there."
Throwing the coffee soaked towel aside, she quickly peeled off her uniform and hopped in the shower. Best not to keep the Captain waiting...
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Post by Lord Redcoat on Jul 14, 2010 2:48:16 GMT -5
As the last lingering notes of the themesong ended, in a flash, Q appeared. On the bridge, in the captain's chair. The captain found herself dressed in an ensign's uniform because it was in yellow, and she now had a beard. A goatee to be specific, and her insignia had changed. On closer inspection, the uniform was not an ensign's at all...
"Ah, captain," Q greeted her with a smile, his eyes twinkling in their signature mischievousness, "we meet at last. You know who I am."
For everyone else, time was frozen.
"I am going to show you a picture; a picture of the future, a possible future, and if you wish to avoid it, you will heed well the lessons I teach you."
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Post by Captain Dusk Rose on Jul 14, 2010 2:53:09 GMT -5
The Captain stared at him a moment. She found herself on the bridge, in...what was she wearing? She looked over at the man addressing her, his face was familiar, why did he give her a bad feeling in the pit of her stomach? What was his name...? "Q! Get off my ship!"
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Post by Lord Redcoat on Jul 14, 2010 2:55:15 GMT -5
"What? No warm words of welcome; no thanks? I am disappointed in you captain! Here I am, trying to spare you from misfortune, and all you can do is order me around, as if I were one of your crew. Well, have it your way." Q straightened, then paused and looked at her pointedly, "but remember: you won't like that transporter malfunction. Oh, and give my regards to the borg when you see them."
His legs remained crossed, one knee hooked over the other, his elbow resting point down as he whirled his wrist, index finger prodding his cheek. "Oh, and you look rather fetching."
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Post by Captain Dusk Rose on Jul 14, 2010 3:04:01 GMT -5
She sighed, closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She opened her eyes again to comment, but she noticed something below her line of vision. "What the- argh!" She tried to pull it off, but found she had a goatee. Her temper flared but she tore her hands away from her newly found facial hair. "What do you know about this 'malfunction' and what do you know about the borg?!"
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Post by Lord Redcoat on Jul 14, 2010 3:07:00 GMT -5
"You Starfleet officers, always making demands." Q shook his head sadly, then waved offhandedly, "Well, that's history right there for you. You're a great admirer of Spock, aren't you?" And suddenly, Pennington found herself filled with admiration and fangirling impulses, and a lifetime of memories, as well as posters up on her wall, and on her holopad and fantasies in the holodeck... "He is your hero."
And because Q spoke, it was so.
He waved absently a second time, "You'll find out."
Everything flashed back to normal. The uniform remained the same, as did the goatee, and Pennington remained on the bridge - she'd have to walk to the terbotube again.
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Post by Captain Dusk Rose on Jul 14, 2010 3:23:21 GMT -5
"Damn you Q!" She growled tugging her goatee in annoyance. "I don't want to go walking down the corridors looking like some-" She noticed that suddenly everyone on the bridge was staring at her in her...unusual uniform and...facial hair. She mumbled and hurried to the turbolift. She tapped her combadge furiously. "Lieutenant Commander Davis I want maintenence checks performed on all of the transporters on the ship, and ANY malfunction calls for complete replacement do I make myself clear?"
On the bridge her urgent message about the transporters was heard, one of the officers manning a station turned to the one beside him. "Hey, wasn't she just in the transporter room?" "Yeah?" "If that's what the transporter's doing I don't even wanna know.."
"Commander D'eon, I want you and your scientists to be on your utmost guard, and if you need to get back to the ship, we will send a SHUTTLE CRAFT. Under no circumstance are you to use the transporters on the ship for your own safety!"
She stepped from the turbolift into the peace of her readyroom...only to look up and see the walls plastered with posters of...SPOCK?! She looked around, everywhere, books, holonovels, articles, even her aquarium was covered with Spock posters! "Q!!" She grabbed fistful of the largest poster and tore a large chunk of his "fine Vulcan physique" off of her fishtank.
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Post by Ciel Phantomhive on Jul 14, 2010 3:37:03 GMT -5
Gunning stepped out of the shower, quickly wrapping herself in a fluffy towel. Still a bit bitter over the loss of her morning coffee, she stepped up to the mirror to reapply her make-up, searching her head for a good song. Song were always good for lifting one's mood. When at last a catchy tune caught her mind, she began singing aloud without a second thought.
"I gotta pocket, gotta pocket full of sunshine, I gotta love and I know that it's all mine ohhhh..."
Unfortunately, as per usual, the moment a good song filled her head, Gunning felt the need to dance... even in her towel.
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Post by Lord Redcoat on Jul 14, 2010 3:43:48 GMT -5
Q, meanwhile, was humming to himself. 'Q, Q, why do you do all the things that you doooooo...'
Appearing behind Gunning, he frowned at her, then decided that her singing was a great idea; the crew needed a little pick-me-up since the plague on the planet was depressing so many of them. So Gunning's image appeared on every monitor, as she danced in her towel singing away. Then Q decided she needed a little help in the form of a nudge, and suddenly, she was a showgirl and her singing had improved tenfold, even if she was dressed in less than she might wish to be seen.
Then Q appeared in the ready room, "So, shall we talk now, captain?" He tsked at the ripped poster, but chose not to comment on the goatee'd fish, or the little swimming goatee'd-Spocks in speedos...
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Post by Ciel Phantomhive on Jul 14, 2010 3:51:36 GMT -5
Singing merrily, completely oblivious to the attention, Gunning had quite forgotten what she had originally set out to do. Her voice seemed prettier today, and her dancing seemed better as she flitted about, pulling out a clean uniform and setting to changing.... Though she was quite confused why when she dropped her towel she was wearing a sequined bra and underwear set... with a bunny tail... Oh well, it was pretty and she had better things to be doing, like a cute little jig into her uniform.
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Post by Captain Dusk Rose on Jul 14, 2010 18:52:43 GMT -5
"Yes! Please! That's what I asked you to do in the beginning!!" She didn't pause in her poster-ripping rampage. She swore, if she saw one more Vulcan's exposed chest she would rip his- --- "Strange?" Verity asked, tilting her head. "Strange doesn't begin to cover it, she was wearing a goatee!" The ensign motioned at his chin dramatically. "That is highly unlikely, perhaps this is what as known as a 'fish-tale', a slang term used to describe-" --- "Go on then! Why are you here Q?!" Q shook his head, and then wagged his finger at the irate captain, "Now, now," he chided, "Picard was never like this. He had restraint." Q tapped his lip, "Too much." He shook his head a second time, and there was a flash, and Pennington was on a 'naughty step' dressed as a child, in a dress, and pigtails, and knee-high white socks. A pretty white dress. With flowers. ...And in the body of an eight-year-old. Her dimples were adorable. The goatee was still there. i5.photobucket.com/albums/y165/silverpenwolf/alva1drawing3cropped.jpg"I came to say 'hello', Captain. And to give you a warning." Q's expression turned serious but for the slight smile that twitched at his lips, "So perhaps you would care to stop shredding your childhood hero." As a consequence of being trapped in an eight-year-old's body, and sat on a 'naughty step', the posters plastering Pennington's ready-room's walls were sadly out of her reach... --- "Ambassador Spock is a very good man, but he was NOT my child hood hero." She smoothed her skirt and sat up straight on the stool, trying to look as dignified as the...situation would allow. "Now, if you would please tell me the warning you came to pass on?" "Kirk then?" Q waved and everything changed - except the goatee. Pennington returned to her adult self. The posters became shirtless-Kirk. The being paused, then looked down at the captain from her own chair, "You have figured part of it out already. Any moment now, you'll figure the rest out... as they arrive. That planet below," he smiled, and it wasn't nice, "isn't what you think." ((Posted with the CC-master))
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Post by Captain Dusk Rose on Jul 14, 2010 19:48:01 GMT -5
"Not what I think? What is it? Is it the borg, are they down here?!" She stood up and tapped her combadge to contact the away-team.
"Not the borg you think." Q smiled, then frowned, "So not Kirk. Maybe..." The posters changed to Doctor McCoy...
It was at that point, the monitors around the ready room showed Gunning...
Pennington blushed in annoyance at the posters, when her attention was quickly averted. "N-number one! What in the world are you doing?!"
"She's dancing of course," Q pointed out obviously, then sighed, "Piccard was never this boring."
"I'm sure." She cleared her throat and tapped her combadge. "Number one...number one...Commander Gunning! What have you done to her?!" She glared at Q accusingly. "Oh, nevermind that. So it is the borg?!"
"What makes you think that I did anything?" Q looked hurt, "Borg? Someone mentioned Borg? Anyway, you kids have a nice day..."
He didn't quite teleport out, but was probably about to...
"Q, answer me!" She checked to see if the goatee was there instinctively.
The goatee was now a permanent fixture, and fast becoming the latest fashion accessory. Q gave her a direct look, "Are you going to play nice now?" It was the sort of look that any good parent learnt to cultivate on an errant child. "Really now, Starfleet Officers have no respect for superior beings..."
"Superior? Hardly." She mumbled, not that whispering worked on an 'omnipotent being'. "Sure, I can play nice. What do you want from me Q? Just let me know what's going on."
"Now, Captain, if I told you, you wouldn't have the pleasure of working it out for yourself." He watched her closely, "Hardly? Can you do this?" He made her back into a little girl, "Or this?" Her pigtails turned pink. "Or this?" The goatee grew in length, until it was the length of her neck. His look said he humphed without ever actually doing so.
She glowered at him speechlessly, great, now it's even longer!
"Regardless, things are not always as they appear." He mused, "Did you know that there is only one of me, in all existence?"
"That's not even true, there are reports that there are others of your kind!" She folded her arms, she felt the muscles in her jaw move as the goatee tickled her arms.
"No, I said of me, as in, I, Q. Even beyond time and space." He looked pointedly at the transporters on the layout of the ship on the wall. Whether there had been a ship map there before or not was irrelevant; there was one there now. Then he looked at her goatee - patiently, too patiently. "There is, however, more than one of you, dear captain."
"What are you tal-" She looked startled and tapped a button her desk. "Get the landing party back up here now--and NO transporters!"
(hee!) "Ah, so you have finally worked it out. Quite the delimma, captain." Q nodded thoughtfully, "Though I must say, Piccard would have figured it out sooner. Still, you look more fetching than he with a goatee." A poster of Piccard with a goatee and no hair appeared on the wall.
She just glared at him, did offer the poster a glimpse, before running into the turbolift to find Commander Gunner.
Q flicked his fingers, "Uh uh uh, aren't you forgetting something?" He asked as Pennington found herself running and back in her ready room. "You know, usually, when someone gives you a helping hand, they say..."
"Get this damned goatee off of me?"
"Just for that, I should leave you in a dress." Q sniffed, seemingly offended. "And to think I came all this way just to protect your precious little starship."
"Out of the goodness of your heart, I'm sure. Now please?"
"Very well." The goatee was gone, but something was not quite right. "Now, do I hear a 'thank you'?" His eyebrow arched.
She rubbed her chin suspiciously. "Thank you..."
"Much better." Q sounded terribly pleased and approving, "I see Jean-Luc was right: a little discipline is a good thing." His eyes twinkled. "Say hello to your borg friends for me, will you?" He looked towards the planet.
A random redshirt called in from the comm, "CAPTAIN! Borg transporters detected-!"
"Looks like it's time for me to go. See you soon, Captain." Q paused, "Do feel free to ask for help - if it doesn't violate your 'prime directive'." Then he winked out of existence. For now.
((Posted with the CC-master))
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Post by Ciel Phantomhive on Jul 14, 2010 20:06:11 GMT -5
Gunning tripped over herself diving for her com badge as the captain's rather annoyed voice echoed from under her coffee stained uniform. "Captain? Is everything alright? I'm headed to the bridge." The show was over; the anger Pennington's voice had given her the odd sort of fear a child gets when thinking they had been caught with their hand in the cookie jar, though she didn't quite know how true it really was. It took only moments for her to be completely dressed, and, though she couldn't understand why, she grabbed the set of easterbunny ears laying on her bed as she took off in search of the captain.
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Post by Randomlady on Jul 15, 2010 12:05:50 GMT -5
"This has been an interesting eventful day..." Thought Shuichi as she was now heading for the turbo lift, before she even left her & her husbands quarters there were rumors going about the captain having a goatee and Q paying a visit. which she knows the captain dreads his random visitation. She enter the lift as it stopped at the bridge, quickly she went to her station placing her communication receiver earpiece as she awaited for the captain.
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