Stardate: 80311:2030
Title: Borg Don't Do Fairy Tales
Author: Ensign 'Sparky' Three of Thirteen
Time: Current
Scene: Planet-side


Three had experienced many things in his unusual life, but this was truly a first. Ever since he had been beamed to the surface he had seen things that he could not explain. He had also noticed that several of his implants seemed to be non-functional, though they all seemed to be non-essential to his life. This had left Three with an odd sense he could not remember feeling. He was also at a loss for what these odd creatures were that surrounded him. One looked like a small, odd version of a horse. Three believed it to be a donkey, but he was not certain as he had not bothered to download and assimilate information pertaining to inferior forms of life. Three was beginning to think that had been a mistake.

"Ogre, what are you doing just standing there?" Came the donkey's voice.

*Donkeys don't talk.*

"You are a donkey and donkeys don't talk. How are you able to perform this action?" Three asked.

"Of course I can talk. We all can, but that is not what you should be worried about. You should be worried about those men," replied the donkey as it looked behind Three.

Three turned and saw several of the members of the Grimalkin crew approaching with medieval weapons. One made a swing at Three and Three reacted immediately by grabbing the man's arm.

"What are you doing Ensign? Cease this action at once," Three stated as he held the man's hand.

"I am not an Ensign, whatever the hell that is. I am a sergeant in the Queen's army. You have been marked for death for being a threat to the people of this land."

With that the other two moved to attack. Three only had one option and that was to defend himself without doing permanent harm to the Grimalkin's crew. With that thought he picked up the Ensign and tossed him into the other two. They all went down in a tangled heap and Three quickly gathered their weapons.

"I would suggest you rethink this action," Three stated.

The three men quickly untangled themselves and regrouped, but looked far less sure of themselves.

"Maybe you should growl at them," whispered the donkey.

"I don't growl," stated Three

"You are an ogre, and they growl at everyone."

Before Three realized what he was doing a deep growl came from his throat. The three men seemed to loose all interest in fighting and turned and fled.

"See, that wasn't so hard now, was it?" Asked the donkey in a matter-of-fact way.

Three simply rolled his eyes, though he wasn't sure what that meant, and turned to examine his surroundings. Unfortunately he turned too fast and lost his footing. The next thing Three knew he was laying in a puddle of mud. Then he heard laughter coming from nearby. It sounded almost child-like, but stopped as soon as Three turned towards it.

"Who is out there? Identify yourself," Three stated towards the trees.

He waited until he was certain the source of the sound was gone and then stood. As he stood he detected the smell of smoke on the air, and he immediately began to head that way. After walking for a bit he came upon a small cottage and saw seven small humanoids standing outside the main entrance. He then saw Ensign Conway, Lt Smith, and Ensign Ross. Smith and Ross seemed to be in the middle of a conversation and Conway was wearing an odd yellow dress. Three began to enter the area when Conway looked at him and nearly jumped out of her skin.

"What in the world is that thing doing here?!!" She screamed.

This surprised both Smith and Ross and they took turns looking from Three to Conway.

"Hey, Sparky. What happened to you? You are all muddy." Smith asked with the beginnings of a smile on her face.

"It appears that my footing is far from graceful in this place and I fell. Would you care for a hug so that we may share in the mud?" Three stated to Smith.


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Ens. 'Sparky' Three of Thirteen
Tactical Officer
USS Horizon
NCC-72400
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