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Tribble Fan Fiction #3 Chapter One: The Dame It was raining on Space Station K-7. Not real rain — recycled coolant from a busted atmospheric processor on Level 3. But it dripped from the ceiling in the bar district the same way rain does in all the old stories: slowly, steadily, like the universe crying…

Tribble Fan Fiction #2 I. Aftermath The Klingon ship smelled like disruptor fire and regret. Commander Koloth had been thorough. When Scotty beamed 1,771,561 tribbles aboard the IKS Gr’oth — which he later described, with barely concealed glee, as doing them “no tribble at all” — the Klingon crew responded with characteristic restraint. They screamed…

Tribble Fan Fiction #1 Stardate 4523.3 — Day One I was born this morning. Not in any dramatic way — no thunder, no lightning, no doctor slapping my backside. I simply was, and then I was more than I had been, and then I was separate from Mother. The whole process took about forty-five seconds….