ikols: let my bed be made (o brother dear)
— ᴄᴏᴠᴇᴛᴏᴜs ᴍᴀɢᴘɪᴇ. ([personal profile] ikols) wrote 2022-06-25 02:22 pm (UTC)

[ The first odd thing that reaches the bridge is a report of several admittances to sickbay sharing the same symptoms: hallucinations of a black horse running through the corridors only to disappear at the end, a fox walking over the consoles in engineering (and being petted before it ran away), and a bear roaring in a mess hall over the replicator. All the reports are confident these visions were false, everyone is perfectly fine and M'Benga shoots Spock the report simply so he can relay it to the captain.

It dies down for a couple of hours, after the morning, and most of the crew wonder if they didn't eat something from a dodgy replicator the night before.

Then around three in the afternoon, a space-shark (literally, a shark radiating cosmic energy) starts following the Enterprise. Then another, and more, until around twenty of the great white monsters of the spaceways are trailing in the Enterprise's wake and they work themselves into a frenzy trying to bite at the hull. That ... is a rather more serious issue until shields are turned on and the beasts occasionally ding themselves off it, instead. ]

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