Tribble Fan Fiction #4 I. The Appointment Commander Lwaxana Troi would have told you she was the most powerful empath in Starfleet. Her daughter Deanna would have gently corrected this. But neither of them could do what Ensign Yara Tal could do. Yara Tal could hear tribbles think. This was not, she wanted to be…
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…
