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On its way home from a victory lap of the Federation core worlds after recovering the galaxy's sole extant recipe for Cadbury Cream Eggs, the Enterprise stops off at a planet somewhere in the vicinity of Betelgeuse, to pick up a new ambassador, and his towel. In the midst of a rousing game of Cosmic Encounter (which Spock regards as a diplomatic exercise) a Red Alert summons the Bridge crew...to the Bridge. A Klingon battlecruiser has just warped in off the port bow! It fails to respond to hails, and Spock reports no life signs.
"They did not even leave on a light in the docking port, Captain."
Kirk decides to lead an away mission, and because these are his most devious and dangerous enemies, he decides to take all essential personnel with him, except for Uhura, Sulu and Chekov, who are replaceable anyway. To pad out the numbers he takes Ensign Greene, a leggy blond with no further qualifications, and Mr. Fodder, a security man of indeterminate rank.
So our away-team is:
1 = A cadet just out of Starfleet Academy (Ensign Greene)
9 = Captain Kirk
7 = Scotty
8 = Spock
6 = Dr. McCoy
2 = A security man in a red uniform shirt (Mr. Fodder)
Naturally that's how they arrange themselves on the transporter, so Kirk can catch Ensign Greene should she swoon. A high pitched whine signals the dissolution of our heroes...
...and they are reassembled on the other side of the battlecruiser's hull plating. Dark, ominous corridors, inexplicably smoky, close in around. With nods of his head, Kirk sends Spock and Fodder skulking in opposite directions, phasers at the ready. Scotty nosily bashes open a wall panel while Dr. McCoy hugs his tricoder and waves a twirly thingy in the air.
"Come here often?" quips the Captain to Ensign Greene.
"I can't understand it, Captain," drawls the Chief. "There's nothing wrong with 'er so far as I can see, aside from being an ugly great beasty. But there's not a body, Klingon or no, to be found."
"Your supposition is correct," says Spock, looming in a doorway. "There are no 'bodies' here, Chief. Only this." In his hand is a white, powdery residue.
The Doctor waves whirlingly at it. "Organic compound. 90% hydrogen, 8% carbon...Jim, these are humanoid remains!"
"Ach," groans the Chief. "Ye're holding it in ye're hand."
Spock arches an eyebrow. Suddenly a blood-curdling scream pulls all eyes in the opposite direction.
Mr. Fodder looks up sheepishly. "Uh, sorry. Stubbed my toe."
Standing needlessly close to Ensign Greene, Captain Kirk coms the ship for transport. Back aboard, he orders the Klingon vessel towed to Starbase something-or-rather, and the M'kri K'lste takes its place in Starfleet history.
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6 away, 6 returned, for 33 points!
Board Game: Star Trek: The Invasion of Klingon Empire
[Average Rating:2.00 Unranked]
