Editing Marcius Flavius (section)

==Story 6==

'Captain, there's... something....'

Councillor Troi was suddenly standing, clasped tight around her head, face screwed up in pain. As the bridge crew turned toward her, the air around her seemed somehow to ripple and then in an instant tear open, spilling a sickly multicoloured light around the room. Worf moved faster than anyone, but in the short seconds it took him to run towards her it was already over: a nightmare confusion of claws, tentacles, and feathers had wrapped itself around Deanna, pulling her back into the impossible hole in reality which then closed in on itself, leaving only the vanishing echoes of a scream which seemed to come from a galaxy away.

Picard lifted his cup of Earl Grey (hot) and regarded it for a moment before taking a deep sip.

'Well, it seems you were right, Commander Flavius- and I am of course a man of my word. Fifteen quatloos to you.'

Beneath his helmet, Flavius smiled with grim satisfaction. He hoped quatloos were something you could shoot.