Fandom: Star Trek: Voyager
Summary: A 'Dark and Stormy Nebula' story for shayenne and Sira
Author’s Notes: This is for Shayenne and Sira for organizing the Secret Ficlet exchange, mark II, 2007. Thanks [I think] to Edward George Bulwer-Lytton and his novel, 'Paul Clifford' for my interpretation of the infamous opening sentence. I reprised this from last year’s DASN story … just for added spookiness.
Prompt Number for fic101: list 2 - 34 - queen
Disclaimer: CBS/Paramount owns everything. No infringement intended.
The evil twin spirits smiled when they found Voyager and easily passed through the ship’s flimsy shields. They sniggered at their puny defences. Nothing could stop them. They were evil incarnate.
“Mwahahahaha!” They echoed together. It felt good to laugh aloud. As they say, in space, no one can hear you scream or laugh.
The eerie apparitions entered the ship and wasted no time in spooking the humanoids by moving a cup here, allowing them to see them for a spilt second and then disappearing there. Their favourite was making the usual unearthly moving chain noise. It was all in good fun.
That all stopped when they sensed someone just as malevolent as they were.
Voyager’s newly rescued Borg was pacing back and forth.
The Borg Queen and all the Borg armour in the all the Quadrants couldn’t stop them. Berman took over the right breast, and
Seven had felt the ghostly intrusion but smirked, because her cup size had just increased by three. She had also lost complete control over her body but she didn’t mind. These welcome spectral intruders made her get up and pace just to jiggle her boobies. All that wiggling and all the nipple rubbing made her feel tingly inside and she could only think that they could feel the same thing.
She could do nothing do to stop them. Nor did she want to.
Resistance was futile.