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Box 7822, Oxnard, CA 93031. ========= CONTENTS ========= YOU WILL BE ASSIMILATED: Things We Have Learned from Descent 2 DE-SCENT, Part 1 of 2 STAR TREK: THE NEXT (de)GENERATION WHERE NO SANE MAN WOULD GO Part 4 of 6 SUBSCRIPTION SERVICE & LISTING OF RIF DISTRIBUTION SITES Editorial Notices Copyright Notices Solicitations for next newsletter Back issues of RIF available Addresses of contributors ======================= YOU WILL BE ASSIMILATED ======================= A monthly primer on Assimilation for the Beginner A feature by Swannox of Borg The Collectives Monthly Guide to not allowing Lore to board Party Cube 1 ----------------------------------------------------------- THINGS WE HAVE LEARNED FROM DESCENT PT. 2 1. Lore is not a qualified Jiffy Cube Mechanic 2. Remember that funny blue guy that Dr. Crusher blew the hole in during the episode with the Ferengi Scientist psst. that was the guy who was at tactical in Descent pt. 2 3. Metaphasic Shielding. psst. reference to blue guy and ferengi scientist episode again 4. Find a designated driver after leaving the Borg Blues Club, or your cube will be taken over by Lore. 5. Didn't Ensign Tate look like Aquiel from another episode? na! 6. Become a Doctor, Captain a Starship! 7. Always make sure your calculations are accurate. 8. Look on the bright side, If I zap your brains Geordi, I still Have Picard and Troi. 9. Don't fall for the "He hit the forcefield and was knocked out bit" 10. "Hey, is that a Solar Fla............." 11. Hey Beavis, That Borg Ship was blown up, Cool. Yea Butthead, Fire Fire Fire Fire. he he he 12. It's not very good to take your Android Swimming. 13. Picard must have it in his EPISODE 14. Plasma Blasters don't kill Androids, Androids kill Androids. -------------- POST GAME SHOW -------------- Welcome back to the Post game show where the Federation once again defeat the Borg. The Federation is now 2-1-1 against the Borg. Let's recap the series. Game 1: Q-Who? In there first meeting, The visiting Federation after scoring early against the Borg, never put the Borg away, and the Borg come back to win the game: Win: Borg Game 2: "Best of Both Worlds" pt. 1 & 2 The Borg looking to increase there impressive winning streak score early and hard like an offensive Juggernaut. However Quarterback Riker rallies the offense and blast the Borg in the Federation's home opener against the Borg. Win: Federation Game 3: "I, Borg" After finding a borg and saving it, The offensive line crumbles when driving. Win: Draw, no score Game 4: "Descent pt. 1 & 2" With new Head Coach Lore Soong, The Borg make some bad plays as Federation Coach Picard and Quarterback Riker win the ground game with an impressive come from behind win. Assistant Coach Dr. Crusher opened up the ground attack with an effective use of a Red Shirt Freshman in the Federations Air Game attack. Good use of Trick play also helped. Win: Federation That's been the Post game show. ---Swannox ================ DE-SCENT, Part 1 ================ Hareware Productions semi-proudly presents: "De-Scent" A parody of ST:TNG's "Descent" By Leonard Richardson --------------------- WARNING: The following parody deals with such topics as body odor and being turned into a maniacal killing machine. For this reason, we voluntarily rate this parody PG. SHAMELESS PLUG: Call Da Warren BBS (805) 854-2478 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ TEASER: Picard: Captain's Log, stardate 46982.1. We have been assigned to patrol the fringes of unknown space. Since this is the season finale, we are very nervous. Worf: Captain, we are receiving a coded distress signal. Picard: Why would anyone-- oh, we've gone through this before. On screen. Worf: Yes sir. Man on Screen: Agh! Riker: Well, THAT wasn't much help. Picard: What was the origin of this distress signal? Worf: I find human women too... fragile. Picard: Huh? Worf: Picard: Ensign Beavis, plot a course for Omnicron III. Ensign Beavis: Aye aye, course laid in. Ensign Butthead: He said "laid," huhhuhhuhhuh. Picard: Agh! Who's gonna plot in the course now? Riker: Call Ensign Nolines! Geordi: (Into the turbolift) Call Ensign Nolines! Riker: Phew! It stinks in here! Worf: Ahh... Data: They are all dead. It appears that they have been killed by extremely bad body odor. ACT 1: Worf: Riker: Because they know it's hopeless to try and kill regular characters! Their only hope is to shoot at the guest people! Generic Security Officer: Agh! Riker: They should retreat now. Data: Stop it. Stop it. Data: Fascinating. Spock: (suddenly appearing) Hey! That's my line! Picard: Ensign Mac, follow that ship! Ensign Mac: Sure thing, buddy. Picard: Hey! I saw that! ACT II: Geordi: I don't get it! Every test finds nothing wrong! Data: Geordi, I believe I have experienced my first body odor. Geordi: No offense, Data, but how would you know real B.O. from some kind of weird power surge? Data: You are correct in that I have no frame of reference. Perhaps you could describe how it feels to have body odor? Geordi: Well, first, you feel embarrassed. Data: Could you describe feeling embarrassed? Geordi: Agh! This is getting stupid! Go see Counselor Troi! Data: For the past six hours I have been subjecting myself to various stimuli in order to produce another odor. Troi: What did you do? Data: I smoked several drugs known to cause bad breath, ate sixteen bean burritos, and made four attempts to induce sexual desire by pouring engine oil on my head. Troi: How would that induce sexual desire? Data: I don't know, but the guy in the alley said it would work. Troi: I'm curious. Why are you ignoring the one odor you've already experienced? Why aren't you trying to make yourself smell awful again? Data: Is that not a negative smell? Troi: Smells aren't good or bad, it's what action we take on them. For example, having garlic breath is great for keeping away vampires. Data: I see. I will try. Admiral PMS: Picard, I've read that heartwarming parody, "Fly, Borg," I mean, "Fry, Borg," I mean... well, whatever it is, I've read it, and I'm curious as to why you let the pie go. Picard: I thought I made that clear in my report. Admiral PMS: As I understand it, you found a single Borg pie on a moon. You brought it aboard the Enterprise and eventually discovered a way to send it back with a program that would have destroyed the collective once and for all! Picard: Actually, I don't think we ever got to that part. Admiral PMS: So what? But instead, you nurtured it back to health and sent it back! Picard: No, it got phasered. Nobody knows where anybody goes when they get phasered. Except Leonard. Admiral PMS: Well, you should have sent it back! Explain yourself! Picard: People kept running around who had misread the parody's title and came in for cameos. They presented a genuine danger to the ship and its crew, and so I decided to end the parody. Admiral PMS: Your mission is to wrestle with your conscience, not to protect the lives of Federation citizens! There wasn't one dramatic scene in the whole parody! Now, if you ever have a similar opportunity to put some dramatic tension in a parody, you are under orders to take it! (very close to Picard's face) Is that clear? Picard: Whew! (Pulls out a package of Certs and offers one to Admiral PMS) <> ACT III: Geordi: But I'm your friend! I'm not going to let you do this! Data: You must trust me, Geordi. Ready the Spam juice. Picard: (over communicator) Red alert! All hands to battle stations! Geordi: Whew! Riker: It's been verified. The M-1 colony is under attack. Geordi: Hey, what are you doing here? Riker: Oops. Riker: It's been verified. The M-1 colony is under attack. Picard: (rubbing red mark on face) Set course for the M-1 colony, Ensign Nolines, warp 9. Ensign Nolines: Mph! Picard: (to Riker) Doesn't it seem strange to you that there have been two Borg attacks in the past week, and the Enterprise has been the closest ship in both incidents? Riker: Nothing to worry about sir, we're always the closest ship, remember? Picard: Oh yes. Worf: Picard: I'm glad the contract negotiations are soon. Ensign Nolines: Mph mph mph! Riker: Oh great, now we have two of them! Picard: Wait a minute! Boringperson was a history officer! Boringperson: What did I say just before I died? Ah ha ha ha ha! Worf: No, Counselor! I'm not that kind of Klingon! Riker: I've never heard THAT line before. Data: Captain, this one is still alive. <> ACT IV: Picard: What is your designation? Kreosote: I don't HAVE a designation. My name is Kreosote. Crusher: (holding nose) Id fids im doo. Picard: Ah. I see. Um... who gave you that name? Kreosote: Ed McMahon. I won it. Picard: Who is this Ed McMahon? Is his name Blue? Kreosote: No, his name's Ed McMahon. He will destroy you. Picard: But you are Borg. You do not destroy. You assimilate. Kreosote: Yes, that was once true. But now we all smell real bad and nobody will let us get near them to assimilate them. Picard: This is getting nowhere. Data, run a scan on the Borg. See if he's sending out any kind of subspace signals. Data: Yes sir. Kreosote: You are not like the others. You have no sense of smell. You do not have to be destroyed. You can be assimilated: Data: I do not wish to be assimilated. Ed McMahon of Borg: (suddenly appearing) Yes! You may already have been assimilated! But wait! There's more! Kreosote: I was once like you, Data. I had no smell. But now, look at me. Remember on Omnicron III when your B.O. killed that Borg? It gave you great pleasure, did it not? Data: It was a most... potent experience. Kreosote: Do you have a friend, Data? Data: Yes. His name is Geordi. Kreosote: If it meant you could have a smell again, like you did on Omnicron III, would you kill your friend? Would you kill Geordi? Data: Yes! And I would! Geordi: I think we should be able to open the transwarp conduit now. Riker: Hey, that was line #300! Why hasn't Leonard stopped the parody? Picard: Maybe it's because this is the season finale. How do you plan to trigger the conduit, Mr. La Forge? Geordi: I can modify the main deflector dish to send out waves of deodorant. That should do it. Worf: Riker: Er... Captain, Worf just held up a sign. Picard: Oops! Who authorized the launch? Worf: Picard: On screen. Picard: Who was on the shuttlecraft? Worf: Q: (suddenly appearing) Agh! This is awful! Here Worf, here's your new contract! Now say something right! Worf: Worf: It is the Borg prisoner.. and Commander Data. <> ACT V Picard: Quick! Trigger the transwarp conduit! Geordi: Emitting deodorant through the main deflector dish. Geordi: Switching to extra-strength deodorant. All: AAAAH! Ensign Nolines: MPH! GRGL! Picard: Where are we? Geordi: In unknown space, by a planet. Troi: I sense great singlemindedness from the planet. Geordi: Sensors indicate the shuttlecraft landed recently. Picard: Assemble the entire crew into four-man away teams! Leave the chief medical officer in charge! Let's go! Troi: I also sense bad acting on the bridge. Picard: Look who's talking. Deathwish: Agh! Picard: No, you fool! You're not supposed to die yet! Troi: Captain, I think I've found something. Deathwish:Hey! That's my line! Troi: Well I saw it first. Picard: It's a building! Geordi: It's the Griffith Observatory in LA! All: Shh! Geordi: Um... hehe. Hehe. Um, there's an entrance back here about 20 meters. Geordi: Nice place. Oh no! Picard: What?!?! Geordi: My deodorant just ran out! Picard: AGH! Stop the body odor jokes! No more body odor jokes the rest of the parody! Troi: It's kind of late now. Voice: (over intercom) The laserium show is over. Next showing is at 11:30. Geordi: Now I really wish I had my deodorant. Deathwish:Agh! Data-like Person: Hello. Picard: Data? Troi: That's not Data! Data-like Person: You should listen to her, Captain, she's way ahead of you. Troi: You're really Fred Astaire! Data-like Person: Hm, maybe not. Picard: Lore! Lore: Right! And I'm not alone! Data: A funny thing happened to me on the way to the observatory... Announcer: Will the away team ever escape Data's bad odor and bad jokes? Will Lore be defeated? Will Troi go back to her other "uniform"? And what of Blue? Will he survive and live in prosperity or will the crew of the Enterprise have to donate his remains to a bakery? Find out next time, on... SILLY TREK: THE NEXT GENERATION "De-Scent, Part II" Next month!!!! ================================== STAR TREK: THE NEXT (de)GENERATION WHERE NO SANE MAN WOULD GO ================================== Original source and author unknown. Contributed by Dragon and reprinted from ZenTrek (AnarchyNet Sub moderated by Oxnardus of Borg PART FOUR: PICARD AND DATA WALK THE HALLS OF THE ENTERPRISE. THEY AVOID THE TURBOLIFTS LIKE THE PLAGUE, TAKING THE GANGWAYS INSTEAD. Data: Caution is recommended, sir. Anything could happen. [ A giant 16-ton weight falls from nowhere and crashes to the deck. ] Picard: Understood, Data. [ Pshhhhh. A nearby set of doors opens to reveal a moose standing erect on its hind legs, and a squirrel wearing a leather flight helmet. ] Moose: Rocky, I don't think we're in Frostbite Falls anymore. Squirrel: Don't be silly, Bullwinkle. This is the Starship Enterprise. Moose: Are you sure? I used to watch that show all the time, and this doesn't look anything like it. Squirrel: Silly, this is the new Enterprise. Moose: [Pointing to Picard] Who's that guy? Picard: I'm Captain Jean-Luc Picard of the USS Enterprise. Moose: You've *got* to be kidding. Squirrel: He's the new Captain, Bullwinkle.... Moose: You'd think they would have found a cure for baldness after 300 years. Picard: Phasers on kill, Mr. Data. Moose: Oooo! I always wanted to see what those looked like from this angle... Squirrel: Oh, Bullwinkle... Picard: Fire! [ PHWATT!! The moose and squirrel disintegrate. ] Picard: I wish I'd thought of that before. Let's hurry before something else stupid happens. [ Before they can get twenty feet, another door opens to reveal a well-dressed man holding a briefcase. ] Man: Excuse me, Captain, but I'm afraid you'll have to cease and desist this story immediately. Picard: Ignore him, Data. [They try and move on, but the man obstructs their path] Man: I'm sorry, sir, but I have an injunction. [Produces thick legal document] I'm afraid this show infringes on the look-and-feel of my client's copyrighted works. You'll have to cease immediately, pending a lengthy and obscenely expensive civil suit. Picard: Infringement?! What are you talking about? Man: Your companion, Mr. Data. He clearly infringes on my client's copyrighted character, C3PO. Data: [Aside to Picard] It's a lawyer, sir. Very dangerous. Picard: Understood. [To lawyer] Ahem. Writ ex-post-facto habeas corpus, ipso-facto, injunction hearing, irreparable harm disclaimer, and overturned on appeal. Man: [Confused] Mr. Picard, you're talking nonsense. Picard: So are you. FIRE! [ PHWATT!! Data and Picard fire at... POINT BLANK RANGE! The lawyer slowly collapses, and his chest bursts open. Zillions of little white cockroaches fly out. A mother creature identical to the one in_Conspiracy_ rears up from the chest cavity and shrieks. Picard and Data phaser it to smithereens. ] Picard: I hope that's the last of them. Data: Quickly, sir. Time is of the essence. PICARD AND DATA CLIMB A GANGWAY TO THE HOLODECK LEVEL. THEY EMERGE INTO THE HALLWAY. Picard: What could happen now? Data: Absolutely anything, sir. [ There is a loud BEEP BEEP from behind. Picard jumps straight up into the ceiling, banging his head. He turns to find a very large road runner standing there. It sticks its tongue out at him. Picard fires his phaser, but the bird takes off down the hall, outrunning it. The phaser beam instead blasts a very large black duck at the end of the hall, who is now burnt and smoking.] Duck: [Wholly indignant and sarcastic] Shoot me again! I love the smell of ionized air! And burnt feathers! I'm an Elk! Go ahead and shoot me! I'm a Fiddler Crab!! Why don't you shoot me?!?? IT'S FIDDLER CRAB SEASON!!!!! [ Picard obliges. PHWATT!! The duck ceases to exist. ] Data: Classical physics may no longer apply here, Captain. Picard: Let's hurry up. [ Picard and Data run down the hall. As they approach an intersection, they hear a horrible grinding noise that grows louder. As they arrive, a large blue box appears out of nowhere, with a flashing white light on top of it. The door to the box opens, and a female emerges. ] Female: [Screams bloody murder. A nearby transparent aluminum panel shatters.] [ A appallingly badly dressed man emerges from the box. ] Man: What is it, Mel? Female: Oh, nothing Doctor. I just felt like screaming. [ Picard raises his phaser. ] Data: No, sir. They may be useful. Picard: They're looney toons, Data. [ Stupid music starts. ] Picard: Stop that!! Stop it!! [ Music runs down. ] Man: Hello. I'm the Doctor, and this is my friend Mel. Picard: I'm Captain Jean-Luc Picard of the USS Enterprise. This is Lieutenant Commander Data. Doctor: An android? Picard: No, he's an eggplant. Data: Thank you, sir. Doctor: He sure beats the hell out of Kamelion... Picard: Why do you think they're useful, Data? Data: The woman's scream may be useful as a diversion. Picard: Agreed. Doctor: [Sarcastically] Thank you! I can be useful, too, you know. Picard: Somehow, I doubt it. But come along anyway. [ The Doctor locks up the blue box and he and Mel follow along. They walk along the corridor, now very close to the Holodeck. ] Singing voice down the hall: Love, exciting and new, come aboard, we're expecting you.... [ Picard and Data fire in the direction of the voice out of reflex. ] Voice: Love, life's sweetest re.... [PHWATT!!] AAGGGHHH!!! Voice from opposite end of hall: Gimme a light! [ Data spins around and blasts its owner. ] Voice: [Just before completely disintegrating] No, Bud Light.... AAGGGHH!! [ Picard and Co. approach the last intersection before the holodeck. Worf and Geordi are there. ] Picard: Excellent Worf. You made it. Worf: Not without difficulty, sir. We had to phaser our way through several dozen blue dwarves wearing white stockings on their heads. I found it quite satisfying. Picard: Geordi, what's your assessment? Geordi: I'm scanning through the entire spectrum. Nothing makes any sense, though it does look really cool. Picard: Can you discern any center of activity? Geordi: No sir, not directly. The activity appears to be coming from within the holodeck itself. Picard: Right everyone. Phasers set to industrial strength kill. Worf: I only have a Dustbuster, sir. Picard: Set it to "shag rug" and let's go. [ Picard and Co. approach the open holodeck door. Light, gas, dust, and all manner of stuff is spewing forth from the door, not unlike the scenes from _Poltergeist_. Wesley is at the door, fooling with some circuit panel. ] Picard: Wesley! What are you doing? Wesley: I'm trying to get my Mom to come back! Picard: You can't do that! Gene fired her! Wesley: I don't care! I'll bring her back at all costs!! MWAH HA HA HA HA HA HA HA!!!!! [ Worf slugs Wesley in the gut, who doubles over and falls motionless to the floor. ] Picard: Good work, Worf. Geordi, what do you see? Geordi: I'm sorry sir, but my batteries just went dead. I shoulda used Duracells.... Picard: Dura-what? Geordi: Lasts millions of times longer than regular carbon batteries.... [Geordi starts going bonkers.] Data: He appears to have been completely engulfed by the force inside, sir. [ Picard adjusts his phaser to stun, and shoots Geordi. Geordi falls unconscious on the floor. ] Picard: That should keep him out of trouble, as well as keeping him out of our way. Deep breath, everyone. We're going in. [ They plunge into the maelstrom. ] [ Fade to black. More banana slugs. Vidal Sasoon doesn't look good. Time magazine tries to entice you with a cheap phone. And of course it's absolutely vital that you call 976-1212; directory assistance for 976 services (all calls $2 plus toll). ] TO BE CONTINUED NEXT MONTH!!!!! ========== COMICOLOGY ========== Deep Space Nine #1 and #2 Impressions Review: Unlike previous efforts on the four part Best of Both Worlds Mini Series in the DC Comics adaptation of Star Trek, The Next Generation, this review will give more of an impression of the series so interested readers may explore the story without this review giving the storyline away. Deep Space Nine has pleased me so far and would have made Gene Roddenberry proud. I also think that Roddenberry would have enjoyed the Comic Series. Unlike Star Trek and Star Trek TNG, Deep Space Nine is published by Malibu Comics and by sight alone has superior paper quality and art work than the DC adaptations. Issue #1 Two Versions of this #1 were created, an artwork cover and a photo cover. The photo cover was to be the newsstand version, however it is far more attractive than the regular art cover. FUN FEATURES INCLUDE: -Character in John Tesh Image -More development of Odo and his abilities. Issue #2 This is part two of a 2 part introduction series to the comic. The gimmick with this issue was a bagged book with a Promo Card that is a prototype of the new DS9 Card series. Impressions: If you like any of the Star Trek Comics, you will flip over the Deep Space Nine book. It is well crafted and far more interesting than any comic adaptation to date of the Trek Universe. The mini series nailed Jake and Nog right on the head as they are the root of the problem on DS9. I had the fortune to have someone bring me a prototype mini comic of DS9 and the writers intend to have new and original supporting characters in the DS9 universe. ---Paul Swann (lost my Handle, Lore renamed me) ======================================================== SUBSCRIPTION SERVICE & LISTING OF RIF DISTRIBUTION SITES ======================================================== If you have an InterNet, Genie, or AOL (or anything that has a gateway to any of these services), you can get on the RIF subscription list and have RIF sent to you via e-mail each month. Just e-mail your request to Oxnardus and your name will be put on the list. Also, if you are a SysOp and you'd like to be a distribution site for RIF, please contact Oxnardus of Borg (addresses given below). 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