and so we begin Mr. Scorpio's Round Robin attempt. Here's the title and intro. Good luck!
ALL MIMSY WERE THE BOROGROVES
INTRO:
Kirk sat down on a low stool that had apparently been cobbled together out of old ammunition boxes. He made sure he didn’t lean back, as the walls of the shelter were made from broken sections of concrete and twisted metal reinforcement rods stuck out at odd angles. Accepting a cup of tea from his host, he was careful to avoid the chips in the rim as he drank.
“Thank you, Belar,” Kirk said, “I appreciate your hospitality.” Wisps of woodsmoke from the cooking fire at one end of the shelter escaped the crude chimney and swirled around him.
“It is I who should thank you, friend Kirk. With the recovery aid from your Federation we here on Mallus may actually restore our society in my lifetime!” The joy in the man’s voice was evident. “After the Invaders came and bombed our planet they stripped most of the useful resources that remained and took their leave. What few sociologists we had that managed to survive the bombing and the radiation predicted it would take us seven generations to rebuild. It has only been twenty years, but your arrival bodes well for our future.” He raised his battered metal mug in a salute. Kirk nodded back, slightly embarrassed at the other’s enthusiasm.
“We’ll do what we can,” he said. At that moment Dr. McCoy entered through the shelter’s crude door.
“Jim, I thought you’d want to know-the radiation levels in the surrounding region are higher than they should be but survivable. I think with proper monitoring, Belar’s people would do well to make this the center of their rebuilding efforts. ‘Course I’m just a country doctor. I’d like to get a few experts in here from the Asian Reclamation Project to double-check my results.”
“That makes sense, Bones. Contact Spock and have him transmit your request immediately.” McCoy nodded and headed out to make the call. Kirk turned back towards Belar and opened his mouth to speak. Before he could, a massive explosion made the crude shelter jump. Dust rained down from the ceiling as Kirk and Belar were thrown to the ground. As the ringing in his ears cleared, Kirk could make out the alert beep of his communicator. Shaking off his daze, he helped Belar back to his feet before answering the call.
“Kirk here. What the hell is going on, Spock?”
The Vulcan’s voice was unperturbed, as always, as he replied.
“Captain, a group of three ships of unknown configuration has just entered the Mallus system. Two are currently attacking the Enterprise, while a third has entered the atmosphere near your location. I suggest you seek shelter immediately as their intentions are obviously hostile.” In the distance came the sounds of further explosions.
“Yes, Spock, shelter sounds like a good idea about now,” Kirk commented dryly. “Can you hold off the attackers?”
“They would seem to have inferior weapon systems, Captain. While concentrated fire may cause us some distress I do not intend to allow them to keep their concentration.”
“Very well, Spock, keep me informed. Kirk out.” Closing his communicator, he turned back to Belar. “Is there somewhere we can go to wait this out? It may be a few minutes before Enterprise can deal with the ship that’s bombarding us.”
Belar nodded. “Yes, we can go to the caves outside the camp. My people know to flee there where it is safe. We have been prepared for the Invaders return for a long time,” he added grimly.
“Hopefully, it will work out a little differently this time. Lead on, my friend,” Kirk requested, gesturing towards the doorway.
ALL MIMSY WERE THE BOROGROVES
INTRO:
Kirk sat down on a low stool that had apparently been cobbled together out of old ammunition boxes. He made sure he didn’t lean back, as the walls of the shelter were made from broken sections of concrete and twisted metal reinforcement rods stuck out at odd angles. Accepting a cup of tea from his host, he was careful to avoid the chips in the rim as he drank.
“Thank you, Belar,” Kirk said, “I appreciate your hospitality.” Wisps of woodsmoke from the cooking fire at one end of the shelter escaped the crude chimney and swirled around him.
“It is I who should thank you, friend Kirk. With the recovery aid from your Federation we here on Mallus may actually restore our society in my lifetime!” The joy in the man’s voice was evident. “After the Invaders came and bombed our planet they stripped most of the useful resources that remained and took their leave. What few sociologists we had that managed to survive the bombing and the radiation predicted it would take us seven generations to rebuild. It has only been twenty years, but your arrival bodes well for our future.” He raised his battered metal mug in a salute. Kirk nodded back, slightly embarrassed at the other’s enthusiasm.
“We’ll do what we can,” he said. At that moment Dr. McCoy entered through the shelter’s crude door.
“Jim, I thought you’d want to know-the radiation levels in the surrounding region are higher than they should be but survivable. I think with proper monitoring, Belar’s people would do well to make this the center of their rebuilding efforts. ‘Course I’m just a country doctor. I’d like to get a few experts in here from the Asian Reclamation Project to double-check my results.”
“That makes sense, Bones. Contact Spock and have him transmit your request immediately.” McCoy nodded and headed out to make the call. Kirk turned back towards Belar and opened his mouth to speak. Before he could, a massive explosion made the crude shelter jump. Dust rained down from the ceiling as Kirk and Belar were thrown to the ground. As the ringing in his ears cleared, Kirk could make out the alert beep of his communicator. Shaking off his daze, he helped Belar back to his feet before answering the call.
“Kirk here. What the hell is going on, Spock?”
The Vulcan’s voice was unperturbed, as always, as he replied.
“Captain, a group of three ships of unknown configuration has just entered the Mallus system. Two are currently attacking the Enterprise, while a third has entered the atmosphere near your location. I suggest you seek shelter immediately as their intentions are obviously hostile.” In the distance came the sounds of further explosions.
“Yes, Spock, shelter sounds like a good idea about now,” Kirk commented dryly. “Can you hold off the attackers?”
“They would seem to have inferior weapon systems, Captain. While concentrated fire may cause us some distress I do not intend to allow them to keep their concentration.”
“Very well, Spock, keep me informed. Kirk out.” Closing his communicator, he turned back to Belar. “Is there somewhere we can go to wait this out? It may be a few minutes before Enterprise can deal with the ship that’s bombarding us.”
Belar nodded. “Yes, we can go to the caves outside the camp. My people know to flee there where it is safe. We have been prepared for the Invaders return for a long time,” he added grimly.
“Hopefully, it will work out a little differently this time. Lead on, my friend,” Kirk requested, gesturing towards the doorway.
