That you think to yourself looks like a pile of tribbles.
You knew it couldn't be a pile of tribbles. Tribbles were extinct. The Klingon Empire had seen to that. There was even a comedic Klingon opera about it, Well, as comedic as any Klingon opera can get.
Yet right in front of you was a meter high pyramid of living tribbles.
Maybe they're sophisticated toys, You think to yourself. Or some kind of holoprojection.
You immediately dismissed the idea that the tribbles were holoprojections. The Gilbreth was a California class starship after all, not a Prometheus class. Jack had heard that other starships were being retrofitted for holoprojectors in their corridors, but the Gilbreth was so far down on the list, she'd be mothballed before she was ever retrofitted.
You also knew the tribbles weren't Klingon stage props. The Klingons had superstitions about that. They used sponges to simulate tribbles for rehearsals, only using replicated versions of tribbles for actual performances, then destroying the replicated tribbles after each performance.
You had heard that a bunch of tribbles had made their way onto DS9 through some kind of unauthorized temporal excursion, but that was just a baseless rumor. The Department of Temporal Investigations would never let anything like that happen!
You decide that the piles in front of him must be sophisticated toys. So the best course of action for you was to
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