By Coral
Disclaimer: Disclaimers as usual.
"Security member to Transporter Room One for a landing party."
Spock's voice rings out through the commsystem and, deep in the bowels of the
Enterprise, machinery clanks to life. Slice of DNA here, a skin graft there, a
lock of slightly curly blonde hair there, blue eyes, a hunky chest, muscles to
die for, rudimentary speech ("Yes, Captain," "Aye", "Arrrrrrrrrrrrrrgh!").
A phaser rifle slung over his shoulder. Military precision in his bearing.
A red shirt is added: canon fodder is born. He walks smartly to the transporter
room, not even enough sentience to wonder how it will happen this time...
END