Title : Boos, Bajor, And Bumps In The Night
Author : ‘Goji’ Rob Morris
Series : DS9
Type : Halloween stories; Drabble format
Part : 1/1
Characters : Various DS9 cast members
Rating : PG-PG13
Summary : In a series of shorts, we see Halloween on a station far from Earth, but where the spirit comes alive nonetheless.
Boos, Bajor and Bumps In The Night
By Rob Morris
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*Irony Is Nothing*
She watched the original, and then saw the series decline.
She saw it ended about three times.
She saw more teens regret sexual relations than she ever cared to.
She saw the fiend team with another fiend. She then saw the series ‘rebooted’ with a single movie that used parts of the first three.
Worf was asleep, finding the phony ultra-violence boring. Jadzia was a popcorn-munching machine with a grin. Kira Nerys was soon to give up on this ‘lost masterpiece’ called Friday The Thirteenth.
Just not without commentary.
“I liked the mother in the original film a lot better.”
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*I Gotta Rock*
Nog was not at all a happy Ferengi.
“Uncle, you promised to either purchase or help me make a costume for the Young Officers’ Halloween Party. You call this thing a costume?”
Quark shrugged and pshawed his nephew.
“One of the greatest characters in all of Earth’s literature wore this very costume in a Halloween story.
You should be honored. Besides, it’s economical.”
Nog looked over the cheap white sheet that hung over him like a badly pitched tent. Worse, it didn’t have only two eyeholes, but was littered with them all over. Nog heard the snickers already.
“Good Grief!”
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*Pity The Morningstar*
Dukat bled into the Pentagram, spoke the words, and saw the great horned beast leap up from the flames.
“Who summons me from my tasking of the eternally damned?”
“I do, mighty Satan. I am Gul Dukat of Cardassia. I too have fallen, and offer you my soul in exchange for even greater power, and revenge on my enemies that leaves them in abject despair, before their end.”
The demon stared at Dukat, and heard laughter from above. He shook his head and sighed before replying.
“Are you at all familiar with the Earth saying about free milk and cows?”
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*The Convert*
Sisko sat stunned at Shakaar’s words.
“The Kai gave in?”
“Your surprise is also mine, Emissary. But when I asked about Halloween being allowed on Bajor, she shrugged and said that, since the celebration on Earth has long since been detached from any religious roots, it is to be regarded as harmless fun.”
“First Minister, that sounds exactly like the sort of argument she usually rejects. I’d wager she wants something.”
“Since she has given in entirely, Captain—I’d wager that she already has it.”
In her private chambers, Winn Adami ran her fingers through her newfound treasure.
“Candy Corn!”
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*The Doubter*
Jake Sisko pointed angrily at the spectral image of Jennifer Sisko.
“You are not my mother!”
The image seemed confident.
“I will prove to you that I am.”
Jake laughed.
“Whatever you are, do you have any idea how many beings can pull this? And that’s just the ones off the top of my head.”
“I have a message for Ben. You must deliver it.”
“No way. Unless you can prove who you are right now, I am out that door.”
The image smiled, and said words that chilled Jake to his very core.
“Not before you change that shirt.”
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*See*
The plotter lectured his prisoners.
“People go through their lives hardly living them…”
One kept interrupting.
“One could argue that people are too involved in living their lives.”
“I offer you a way to give your lives meaning once again…”
“By placing us in lethal traps with obscure solutions?”
“This is what I do to improve the world, my legacy…”
“I fear that your legacy will be small, violent people recalling your deadly traps..”
The Jigsaw Killer shouted.
“Computer, End Program!”
As the holosuite cleared around them, Bashir looked at Garak.
“Well, that was a first.”
“For you perhaps, Doctor.”
Author : ‘Goji’ Rob Morris
Series : DS9
Type : Halloween stories; Drabble format
Part : 1/1
Characters : Various DS9 cast members
Rating : PG-PG13
Summary : In a series of shorts, we see Halloween on a station far from Earth, but where the spirit comes alive nonetheless.
Boos, Bajor and Bumps In The Night
By Rob Morris
----------------
*Irony Is Nothing*
She watched the original, and then saw the series decline.
She saw it ended about three times.
She saw more teens regret sexual relations than she ever cared to.
She saw the fiend team with another fiend. She then saw the series ‘rebooted’ with a single movie that used parts of the first three.
Worf was asleep, finding the phony ultra-violence boring. Jadzia was a popcorn-munching machine with a grin. Kira Nerys was soon to give up on this ‘lost masterpiece’ called Friday The Thirteenth.
Just not without commentary.
“I liked the mother in the original film a lot better.”
-----------------
*I Gotta Rock*
Nog was not at all a happy Ferengi.
“Uncle, you promised to either purchase or help me make a costume for the Young Officers’ Halloween Party. You call this thing a costume?”
Quark shrugged and pshawed his nephew.
“One of the greatest characters in all of Earth’s literature wore this very costume in a Halloween story.
You should be honored. Besides, it’s economical.”
Nog looked over the cheap white sheet that hung over him like a badly pitched tent. Worse, it didn’t have only two eyeholes, but was littered with them all over. Nog heard the snickers already.
“Good Grief!”
-----------------
*Pity The Morningstar*
Dukat bled into the Pentagram, spoke the words, and saw the great horned beast leap up from the flames.
“Who summons me from my tasking of the eternally damned?”
“I do, mighty Satan. I am Gul Dukat of Cardassia. I too have fallen, and offer you my soul in exchange for even greater power, and revenge on my enemies that leaves them in abject despair, before their end.”
The demon stared at Dukat, and heard laughter from above. He shook his head and sighed before replying.
“Are you at all familiar with the Earth saying about free milk and cows?”
-----------------------
*The Convert*
Sisko sat stunned at Shakaar’s words.
“The Kai gave in?”
“Your surprise is also mine, Emissary. But when I asked about Halloween being allowed on Bajor, she shrugged and said that, since the celebration on Earth has long since been detached from any religious roots, it is to be regarded as harmless fun.”
“First Minister, that sounds exactly like the sort of argument she usually rejects. I’d wager she wants something.”
“Since she has given in entirely, Captain—I’d wager that she already has it.”
In her private chambers, Winn Adami ran her fingers through her newfound treasure.
“Candy Corn!”
-------------------------
*The Doubter*
Jake Sisko pointed angrily at the spectral image of Jennifer Sisko.
“You are not my mother!”
The image seemed confident.
“I will prove to you that I am.”
Jake laughed.
“Whatever you are, do you have any idea how many beings can pull this? And that’s just the ones off the top of my head.”
“I have a message for Ben. You must deliver it.”
“No way. Unless you can prove who you are right now, I am out that door.”
The image smiled, and said words that chilled Jake to his very core.
“Not before you change that shirt.”
-----------------------
*See*
The plotter lectured his prisoners.
“People go through their lives hardly living them…”
One kept interrupting.
“One could argue that people are too involved in living their lives.”
“I offer you a way to give your lives meaning once again…”
“By placing us in lethal traps with obscure solutions?”
“This is what I do to improve the world, my legacy…”
“I fear that your legacy will be small, violent people recalling your deadly traps..”
The Jigsaw Killer shouted.
“Computer, End Program!”
As the holosuite cleared around them, Bashir looked at Garak.
“Well, that was a first.”
“For you perhaps, Doctor.”
