Today's bonus Trek content (from another board): the only slash fiction you will ever see from the pen of Cyrano Johnson.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://i224.photobucket.com/albums/dd107/RobertDobolinaEsq/Slash52ce1.jpg)<br/><br/><strong>Captain's Log. Stardate 1987.04</strong><br/><em>"The Enterprise has intercepted a distress beacon of an ancient configuration from coordinates in the Axl Stellar Cluster. We have informed Starfleet and are temporarily diverting course from our diplomatic mission to Priapus IV to investigate."</em><br/><br/>"Report, Mr. Spock." Captain Kirk tried to keep his voice professional, despite the disquieting subconscious echoes of the intense erotic dream he'd recently had about his first officer. <em>Focus Jim, focus. Don't think about loofahs, don't think about loofahs...</em> "Any hint of what it could be?"<br/><br/>"It seems to be an interstellar yacht, Captain." Spock was imperturbable as always. Almost maddeningly so. Some might say... <em>fascinatingly</em> so. "From the early Twenty-First Century in Earth historical terms. Uncommonly advanced for the time period... its technology seems more advanced than that used by any power during the Eugenics Wars." The Vulcan scanned further and said: "Markings on its port side indicate that it was named the S.S. <em>Appetite for Destruction</em>."<br/><br/>A jolt of recognition went through the rest of the bridge crew at the name. Kirk's attention was suddenly laser-focused as he said: "On screen. Magnify."<br/><br/>A guitar-shaped silver vessel filled Enterprise's viewscreen. "Incredible," Sulu couldn't resist breathing, glad to have a distraction from the agonizing homoerotic tension that was the norm for the bridge. "Could it possibly be?"<br/><br/>"A lost piece of Earth musical history," McCoy said appreciatively from beside the Captain's chair -- the accustomed perch from which he'd been licentiously and vainly ogling both Sulu and Chekov. But now he was riveted, too. "Never thought I'd see the like."<br/><br/>"I wonder if its cryogenic system is still functioning," wondered Uhura aloud, carefully averting her eyes from the shapely Janice Rand as the blonde Yeoman brought a tablet to Kirk for signing.<br/><br/>Spock raised an eyebrow in curiosity. "Fascinating," he said, completely oblivious to the storm of byplay swirling around him. "I do not believe I'm familiar with this vessel from any official record."<br/><br/>"That's because it only existed in legend, Mister Spock," said Kirk with authority. "Until now. There have been great musical geniuses in human history, you see: Mozart, Beethoven, Chopin, Jackson, Thicke. But only one man stands head and shoulders above the rest. One man who was the true genius behind 'My Michelle,' 'Paradise City,' 'November Rain' and 'One in a Million.' Though he wasn't to blame for the lyrics on that last track."<br/><br/>"Intriguing," said Spock. "Who would this man be?"<br/><br/>"Unless I'm much mistaken, Mister Spock, his final resting place is floating right in front of us." Kirk nodded at the screen. "We may well be looking at the space yacht of none other than the Amazing Slash." He pressed a button on the arm of his chair. "Scotty," he said, his voice taut with anticipation. "Get a transporter room ready."<br/><br/>[not to be continued :P]</div></div><br/>Ebb and Imogen, try and shoot me your scene write-ups for the end of the week if you can. I should have some time on Friday to update the game thread and cue up our next scene, starring<strong>Saria</strong>and including<strong>bigwad73</strong>, with over-the-communicator appearances from those members of the landing party as can make themselves available.