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A group of cocksure little nu!Trekkies walk down the street, then notice a dark figure in front of them and hesitate. A young, but clearly much more mature and educated woman is leaning against lamp post on random street corner, wearing jeans and a black leather jacket, hair slicked back, chewing gum. "So you kids think you can just waltz in and steal our acronym, huh?"
One of the nu!Trekkies opens her mouth to point out that they are in the majority here, so the AgeofSailor better shut her mouth and run back to her little wooden boat when one of her friends notices that, while the dark woman's cocky smile is directed at them, her eyes are looking past them, an evil glint in them promising bad news. Turning, the nu!Trekkie tenses and elbows her friends. Behind them another young, but mature and educated woman has appeared, holding a cat o'nine tails so the end is resting casually on her shoulder. As the nu!Trekkies watch, she lowers it and lets the tails run through her free hands fingers in a slow, deliberate move. The nu!Trekkies gulp and look back at the woman by the lamp post, who is now holding a crude cutlass in her hand.
The nu!Trekkies flee cowardly as the women move towards them, their laughter following them as they brandish their weapons.
...
Hours later, the street corner lies deserted. A graffiti on the wall reads In real AoS Kirk would get a courtmartial, not command of the flagship!
(From an email to the Gilly.)
One of the nu!Trekkies opens her mouth to point out that they are in the majority here, so the AgeofSailor better shut her mouth and run back to her little wooden boat when one of her friends notices that, while the dark woman's cocky smile is directed at them, her eyes are looking past them, an evil glint in them promising bad news. Turning, the nu!Trekkie tenses and elbows her friends. Behind them another young, but mature and educated woman has appeared, holding a cat o'nine tails so the end is resting casually on her shoulder. As the nu!Trekkies watch, she lowers it and lets the tails run through her free hands fingers in a slow, deliberate move. The nu!Trekkies gulp and look back at the woman by the lamp post, who is now holding a crude cutlass in her hand.
The nu!Trekkies flee cowardly as the women move towards them, their laughter following them as they brandish their weapons.
...
Hours later, the street corner lies deserted. A graffiti on the wall reads In real AoS Kirk would get a courtmartial, not command of the flagship!
(From an email to the Gilly.)