(from the point of view of the Random Redshirt)
Sorry, Kirk, I missed it all...
You know, came down with the space flu. :)
-Joie
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The Corbomite Maneuver
(an acrostic poem)
(an acrostic poem)
There was a strange, glowing cube
Heading for the ship when they tried to steer around it
Elsewhere, Balok lay in wait.
Corbomite was the
Only thing that could save them—once they
Realized the game that was
Being played.
One by one, the
Minutes counted down
Immeasurably long, immeasurably fast
The seconds counted down: three, two, one—
End.
Mayhap all was not as it
Appeared. They met the alien—
Not
Evil as they had thought.
Under the low ceilings they
Ventured to meet their opponent.
Except for the explanation, all was over and
Right with the world.
-Noelle
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