STAR TREK: THE SUMMER GENERATION
EPISODES #55 - 61

Date: Tue, 14 Aug 90 19:17:55 MDT
From: 803690@ccvax2.span
To: junk@ccvax2.span
Subject: ST:TSG episode

            Next, On An All New Episode of ST:TSG....

                        THE JEZ PET


   During space flight to somewhere in the SMC, the crew is slightly caught
by surprise when the lights go out ("dammit, I FIXED THE LIGHTS!!!"). The
crew IS surprised, however, when the lights come back on and the Croutonprize
finds itself orbiting a small moon. Soraya is surprised to find Jez stuffing
catnip into Zen's circuitry. Before she can get it all out, there is a loud

      "ZAP!"
      "MEOW!"

The crew is, once again, surprised to find a small white kitten alien standing
next to Jez. Is it really a kitten? Or a spy from some new alien life form?
Did Jez just want his own pet? And will the crew survive this new onslaught
of cuteness?

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Date: Fri, 17 Aug 90 16:51:34 MDT
From: reid_jh%cubldr@spot.ucar.EDU (Crossfire)
To: junk@spot, icefalcon@spot
Subject: ST:TSG  "Would You Like Nuts on Your Sunday?"

Next time, on an All-New Episode of Star Trek:  The Summer Generation--


"Would You Like Nuts on Your Sunday?"

While listening to subspace radio frequency KUCB, Ensign Icefalcon hears that
the Sundays are currently engaging in a concert on planet Parrish 23.  He and
Zen decide to go down and see them, but when they arrive in the warehouse
district, they discover that the entire planet is abandoned.  Will they ever
discover where the Sundays are?  Can Zen buy a beer without a valid ID?  Will
Jez the Wonder Kitty's new saxophone skills be able to save the trapped duo as
they struggle to return to their ship on the next exhasperating episode of
Star Trek:  The Garage Generation?


Editor's Note:  Parents of carbon-based life forms are warned that towels can
     be harmful if consumed in large quantities.

#==============Zen===Ship's=Computer=USS=Croutonprize=NCC=1741C===============#

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Date: Sun, 19 Aug 90 01:35:05 -0600
From: zecca@tramp (Admiral Avenger)
To: junk@typhoon.ucar.EDU
Subject: ST:TSG (** SHORT **)

		"The Cleaning Bug"

Captain Crouton notices a strange effect slowly taking hold of his crew.
Why are they all cleaning?  Why are they being so neurotic about it?  Mordred
washes dishes in Ten Forward at an alarming rate.  Missy cleans every light
on the ship individually.  Highlander cleans his sword every five minutes.
What is going on?  He then notices that Soraya is also unaffected, except
for the mounting allergic reaction to all the dust being kicked around by
their shipmates.

Will Captain Crouton and Soraya survive this ordeal on their senses?  Will
the rest of the crew leave any piece of dust unturned?  Will Jez the Wonder
Kitty accidentally vacuum up every toupee on board?  Find out, on the next
exciting episode of
	Star Trek: The Summer Generation!

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Date: Tue, 21 Aug 90 15:49:22 MDT
From: reid_jh%cubldr@spot (Crossfire)
To: junk@spot, zecca@spot
Subject: ST:TSG  "The Bottle of Loneliness"

Next time, on a particularly touching episode of Star Trek:  The Summer
Generation--

"The Bottle of Loneliness"             (With appologies to Theodore Sturgeon)

[Exterior, SFHQ, San Francisco, Earth.  Nighttime; a single office window is
 lit.]
Admrial Avenger [vo]:  Admiral's Log, Stardate...aw, to heck with it.  (Sigh)
     My work here at Star Fleet Headquarters is not anywhere near complete.  I
     still have hours of work to do on a proposal tonight before I can go to
     bed, and then I don't know if I can sleep.  Tomorrow I must meet with the
     Federation delegates and somehow convince them to commit themselves fully
     to defending the Federation from the Lucky Charms.  I have no idea how I'm
     going to do this when I don't think we _can_ defend ourselves.
[Interior, Avenger's office.  Piles of papers, tactical reports, and strategic
 proposals lay scattered on every surface.  On the back wall is a large
 diagram of the Federation, and the SMC, showing the areas where the Lucky
 Charms have appeared.  Avenger looks tired, hungry, haggered, and generally
 depressed as he sits hunched over his computer console.]
Admiral Avenger [vo]:  I miss my time aboard the _Croutonprize_ and I wish I
     was back there.  I'll see my old friends again soon enough, but still...
     I feel so isolated, so alone.  I'm surrounded by hundreds of people from
     all over the galaxy, but I don't know any of them.  It really sucks.
[A soft glow flashes briefly by Avenger's office window.  He looks up after
 it's gone, sees nothing, and decides it was his imagination.]
Avenger [vo]:  The new Lucky Charms invasion is tearing the Federation apart at
     the seams, and I wonder how long it can withstand the pressure.  We've
     fought the Klingons, the Romulans, the Tholians, the Gorns, and the Borg
     all with a fair amount of success, but this new threat seems to be more
     than we can handle.
[The soft yellow glow returns, illuminating the darkness outside of Avenger's
 window.  He looks up, watching.  A beam of yellow light flashes through the
 window and shines on his desk next to his console.  Dust motes dance in
 the light, stars shining in the room.  An old fashioned Coca-Cola bottle
 materializes on the desk within the light, and then the light vanishes.  All
 is dark.  Avenger gets up, looks out the window, then returns to his desk.  He
 picks up the bottle, and sees inside of it a rolled message.  He pops off the
 cap and takes out the piece of paper, unrolling it:



TO THE LONELIEST ONE

There is in certain living souls
A quality of loneliness unspeakable,
So great that it must be shared
As company is shared by lesser beings.

Such a loneliness is mine.

So know by this,
That in immensity,
There is one
Lonelier than you.



 The Admiral sits down, holding the message.]

                         * * * * * * *

[Interior, SFHQ Main Conference Room.  Delegates from all the worlds of the
 Federation, as well as the top brass from Starfleet sit talking to each other
 quietly, waiting.  Admiral Picard sits near the head of the table, and at the
 very head is an empty chair.

 The door at the end of the room opens, and everybody turns.  Admiral Avenger
 enters, pressed and dressed.  He looks energetic and strong.  He strides
 purposefully to the empty chair, nodding to the delegates he knows personally.
 Picard stands, waiting for Avenger to take his seat.]
Avenger [his voice is powerful, commanding]:  My friends, the United Federation
     of Planets faces a threat more devastating than any it has ever before
     encountered.  There is fear that our defences may not be able to withstand
     this new threat.  Let me set that fear to rest:  as we stand now, we
     CANNOT defend ourselves from these Lucky Charms.
[He pauses as everyone looks alarmed, and whispers run through those assembled]
Avenger:  That does not mean we will lose.  As when we were fighting the 
     Klingons, who are now our allies, we will have to develop new and better
     defences.  But, in order to do this, we will all have to make sacrifices.
     Sacrifices in terms of time, credits, raw materials...and our most
     precious resource:  our people.  But we CAN defend ourselves.  We just
     have to figure out how.
[He pauses again, sitting down.  There is silence in the room, but the
 delegates are (ahem) all ears.]
Avenger:  Now, I suggest we get started.

                           * * * * * * * *

[Interior, SFHQ Main Conference Room.  Everyone is leaving, talking amongst
 themselves.  Avenger stands at the head of the table, speaking with a group
 of delegates.  He is backed by the other members of Starfleet.]
Klingon Delegate [saluting with great formality]:  The honor is to serve.  I
     promise the full cooperation of the Klingon Empire.  Ships, troops,
     whatever is needed to overcome this threat.
Vulcan Ambassador:  Indeed.  It is unfortunate that we must fight, but I can
     see no other logical alternative.  We too pledge our resources.
[Echoes from the other delegates assembled.  Avenger looks pleased.]
Avenger:  My friends, I must now get to work.  Rest assured, however, that I
     will be calling on your promises soon enough.
Vulcan Ambassador:  Then we have many arrangements to make.  Live long and
     prosper, Admiral.  [He salutes, and leaves.  The other delegates begin to
 file out, as do the Starfleet officers.  Left behind are Avenger and Picard.]
Picard [smiling broadly]:  Well done, my friend.  In a single speech you have
     reunited not only Starfleet and the Federation, but also got them
     promising everything we need.  You seem changed from when I last saw you
     yesterday...you must have slept well.
Avenger:  Actually, I didn't get to sleep at all.  But I did get a message...
Picard [after a beat]:  A message?  What did it say?
Avenger:  Among the many things that is said is that to even loneliness there
     is an end, for those who are lonely enough long enough.
[Avenger shakes off the pensive look he was wearing.  He smiles at his friend.]
Avenger:  Come on.  Let's get Starfleet's resources in order, shall we?
[Together, they leave the conference room, talking.]

                        * * * * * * * *

[Interior, a Starfleet Officer's quarters.  The room is dark, with only a
 single dim light in the ceiling shining down on the computer desk.  In the
 dimness, though, we can see a spartan room:  bunk, bookshelves which are
 mostly empty of books, bare walls.  No knicknacks at all.  On the wall over
 the computer console is the only decoration--an old fashioned compound bow.
 Mounted beneath it are several different types of arrows.  A carrying case and
 a quiver lean against the wall.

 The computer console is blinking, indicating the reciept of a message which
 bears Avenger's coding.  From the shadows a hand reaches out, tapping the
 console to display the message.  It is orders to report for new duty.

 A deep voice comes from out in the darkness.]

Voice:  Well, well, well...the USS _Croutonprize_.  [He laughs softly.]  I
     wonder what trouble I can cause for the famed Captain Crouton?  [He laughs
 again.]

#==============Zen===Ship's=Computer=USS=Croutonprize=NCC=1741C===============#

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Date: Thu, 23 Aug 90 13:00:04 -0600
From: zecca@tramp (Admiral Avenger)
To: junk@typhoon.ucar.EDU
Subject: ST:TSG (** SHORT **)

		"The Cold Spell"

The evil Carl abducts Lt. Cdr. Ghiasi to assist him in his peculiar experiment
to freeze a Kelvin down to temperatures even it can't stand.  Will the Carl
be able to reach absolute zero, or will Jez the Wonder Kitty arrive in time
to heat things up?  Find out, on the next exciting episode of Staaaaar
Trek: The Summer Generation.


Note:  There's an article in today's Rocky Mountain News about how Carl
Wieman and grad student Chris Monroe have yet again broken the "coldest
temperature" record.  There's even this nifty infrared film picture of
the two of them and the apparatus, infrared so the laser beams would show
up, but it makes Carl glow a bit.  Hehehe.  It's those Kunz Continuum
powers showing through on film.

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Date: Thu, 23 Aug 90 17:50:57 -0600
From: frechett@tramp (Katherine ( Kabeta ) Bryant)
To: junk@typhoon.ucar.EDU
Subject: ST:TSG (LONG)

Commander's Personal Log:

"I think the worry over the Lucky Charms is getting to me.  I find myself 
watching Zenador constantly; I wonder if that wound has aftereffects.  He
seems to have healed, but every so often I see him rubbing his arm.  Maybe
it's just psychological, but I'm worried...."

                         "Aftershock"

[Bridge.  Kabeta and crew are just coming off shift.]

Kabeta:  I think I'll go check on Zenador.  I haven't seen him much lately,
and when I have, I've wondered why he rubs his arm so."
Crouton:  His arm?  
Kabeta:  Yes, where the Lucky Charm got him.  I'm a little concerned.

[Exterior of Zenador's quarters.]
[Kabeta knocks.  There is no response.]

Kabeta:  Zenador?  are you in there?

[Receiving no response, Kabeta enters the Lt. Commander's quarters.
Zenador is sprawled on the floor, only barely conscious, and moaning
softly.]

Kabeta:  Zenador!

[She kneels by him and takes his pulse.  Zenador loses consciousness.]

Kabeta: (presses intercom) I need a medical team and the captain to
Zenador's quarters STAT!!!
Crouton:  On my way.  What is it?
Kabeta:  Zenador's collapsed.  I can't find a pulse anymore.

[Med team rushes in.  Kabeta is giving CPR, but gets up when the team comes
in.  The team is followed by the Captain and Lt. McDonagh.]

Crouton:  How is he?
Dr.:  Can't tell yet.  Clear the way!  [the med team rushes out with
Zenador.]

Kabeta: Thanks for coming, Tom.  This doesn't look good.
McDonagh: Of course I came.  The captain called me, and I thought someone
else you know should be here.
Crouton:  Let's get to sickbay.

[Corridor.]

Himle: (ic) Captain to the bridge.  Possible Lucky Charm in area.

Crouton:  On my way.  Kabeta, you and McDonagh report to me on Zenador's
condition.
Kabeta:  Certainly, Captain.

[Corridor, just in front of sickbay.  As Kabeta and McDonagh approach 
sickbay, a Lucky Charm suddenly materializes in the middle of the
corridor.  The force of its arrival flings McDonagh into a corner and Kabeta
into - and through - the doors of sickbay.  The doors close, leaving a
rather surprised Kabeta square on her rear on the floor.

Dr.:  What the....?
Kabeta:  Ouch.  Ouch ouch ouch.
Dr:  Are you hurt?
Kabeta:  My hip....not broken - I can still move it.  
Dr: Let me see.

[Doctor examines Kabeta's hip.]

Dr:  It's a bad bone bruise.  You're not going to want to sit down for a while.

Kabeta: ugh.  I can see that.  [pause] The Lucky Charm is trying to get in
here!  You'd think it was after Zenador... [longer pause]  Maybe it is...
[pause]  Where's McDonagh!
Dr:  Outside, must be.
Kabeta:  Damn, I can't leave a member of my crew out there with a Lucky Charm!
[she checks her phaser.]
Dr:  But you can't go out there!
Kabeta:  Get me the croutonizer room.
Taubman (ic): What is it, Commander?
Kabeta:  Here's my plan.....


[Corridor.  The Lucky Charm is struggling to get into sickbay.  McDonagh is
holding his arm and trying to stay out of sight.  There is a croutonizer
beam and Kabeta appears next to McDonagh.]

Kabeta (whisper):  Are you all right?
McDonagh (whisper):  My arm...I think it's broken.

[They notice that the Lucky Charm saw the croutonizer beam and is now 
coming at them.]

Kabeta:  Got a phaser?  Use it!

[They start firing at the Lucky Charm.  At first it does not seem to notice
the fire, except to get irritated.  The phaser fire kicks up enough
dust, though, that the Lucky Charm has trouble finding the twosome.

McDonagh:  Damn it, doesn't phaser fire do anything to them?

[As they continue to fire, the Lucky Charm slows and stops.  It begins to
smoke, and suddenly

KABOOOOOOOOOOM!!!!!!!!

The Lucky Charm more or less explodes, showering acid and body parts in
various directions.  Kabeta flings herself and McDonagh into a corner]

Kabeta (shouting into a communicator): NOW, TAUBMAN!!!!

[Croutonizer room.]

[Kabeta and McDonagh materialize.]
[The Captain and a medical team, along with Admiral T'Lillith, materialize
shortly thereafter.]

Kabeta (gasping for breath):  Thanks, Taubman.  Good work.
Dr:  Did it get you?
McDonagh:  Only my shoes...they'll have to be cut off.
Kabeta:  Sorry to mess up your hallway, Captain.  The only way in or out
of sickbay is going to be by croutonizer or with full body protection,
I'm afraid....
[pause]
Kabeta:  Dr., how's Zenador?
Dr:  Recovering well.  That wound may bother him for a long time though.

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Date: Sun, 26 Aug 90 00:32:35 -0600
From: zecca@tramp (Admiral Avenger)
To: junk@typhoon.ucar.EDU
Subject: ST:TSG (Part 1, LONG)

[ Captain Chow voice-over]
"Captain's Log, Stardate 100973.4:
     We are en route to a priority one meeting with Commodore Bradford aboard
the _Croutonprize_.  I believe it has something to do with these "Lucky
Charms" that our sister ship has had several run-ins with.  My first officer
and I think this "Lucky Charm" business all sounds very silly, but it is
our obligation to consult on the issue."

Captain Chow leaves the turbolift, smoothing his uniform into place.

Chow:  I hate these things.  I wish we could get some regulation casual wear.

Counselor Tracy catches his juggling clubs and puts them away, then sits
back in his chair and puts his feet up.  He is dressed out in very casual
clothing, without the least resemblance to a uniform.

Tracy:  It's good to be the counselor.
Larkin:  We'll be there in about fifteen minutes, Chi.  We've received word
  from the _Comatose_ that they'll arrive shortly thereafter.
Chow:  Any other news?
Janson:  Andrea Thompson pitched the tenth no-hitter of the year the other
  night.  That's a new major league record for no-hitters in the league in
  one year.
Chow:  Now that is impressive.
Harry:  It looks like...it might be...it is!  Ten ships have just entered
  sensor range!  Holy cow!
Chow:  Ten?  What the hell?  Red alert!
Harry:  < RED ALERT > < RED ALERT >  We could sure use a wind blowing out to
  right field just about now.  < RED ALERT >
Janson:  Positive identification...10 Hidden Valley Ranch ships of various
  classes.  It looks like the _C Hag_ is leading them in.
Larkin:  Shields up.  Load everything.
			* * * * *

		"Total Recall"
		(Part 1 of 10)

Written by Admiral Avenger

Guest stars
	Ed Begley, Jr. as Commander Bloocheez
	Jose Canseco as Commander Q. Kumbir

Special Guest Star
	Patrick Stewart as Admiral Jean-Luc Picard

And introducing
	John L. Tracy III as Counselor Tracy

Directed by Michael "Mad Bob the Avenger" Zecca

			* * * * *
Captain Crouton and Lt. Gretzky walk down the corridor quickly.

Crouton:  Have all the arrangements been made?
Gretzky:  The Captain's Yacht is ready to go.  I've put Jez in charge of a
  security detail that is already on board.
Crouton:  All right.  Give us another twenty minutes to get our people ready
  and then signal the Ranchers to beam over their people.
Gretzky:  Aye, Captain.

Gretzky continues down the corridor, while Captain Crouton stops at a door.
Commodore Bradford exits from the room in dress uniform.

Crouton:  Oh -- should I change?
Bradford:  Into what, Captain?  A rabbit?  No, I just thought that if I was
  supposed to be in charge, I'd better look it.
Crouton:  Good idea.
			* * * * *
Ten Forward is fairly deserted, as it has been the past few weeks as ship's
efforts have been concentrated on the Lucky Charm mess.  D'Arc Tangent,
Ensign Salaman, and Lt. Savan are collected at a table near the large
windows facing out toward two other Federation starships and ten Hidden
Valley Ranch ships.  The red and yellow stars of the binary system that
was chosen for a rendezvous point shine brightly in the background.

Savan:  There are all kinds of rumors floating around.
Salaman:  Do you think the Lucky Charms are acting up again?
Tangent:  Undoubtedly.  The question is really where and why.
Savan:  Yes, but why is Commander Bloocheez here?
Salaman:  Another Kelvin uprising, perhaps?

Doors open and Lt. Chuang walks in and joins them.

Tangent:  Neal, have you heard ANYthing about what's going on?
Chuang:  Not directly.
Salaman:  But...?
Chuang:  The rumor around the bridge is that we're being recalled.
Savan:  Why?  Did we do something wrong?  Did we --
Chuang:  ALL of us.  All three ships AND all of the Ranchers too.
Tangent:  Now wait a minute.  You're scaring me.  Do you realize what
  you're saying?
Chuang:  Himle detected Lucky Charm ships heading out of the galaxy...
  toward ours.
			* * * * *
The Captain's Yacht detaches itself from the saucer section of the
_Croutonprize_ and moves to a neutral point amongst the various ships.
We slowly zoom in and then inside, to a luxurious and large conference
room at the ship's center.

Commodore Bradford waits at the head of the table, pouring over notes.
Captain Crouton, Commander Highlander, Admiral T'Lilith, and Lt. Cdr. Ghiasi
sit nearby.  Jez the Wonder Kitty and his security detail are staged at
strategic points throughout the small courier ship.

Highlander:  You know, this would be a perfect time for Bloocheez to blow
  us all to bits.
Crouton:  I don't think he will.  There's too much at stake.
Highlander:  Never underestimate your enemy.
T'Lilith:  Perhaps, but it's nothing to lose your head over.

Several Croutonizer beams become apparent throughout the room and Captains
Chow and Boom-Boom, as well as Commander Bloocheez and the captains of the
other nine Rancher ships materialize.  The move to various positions around
the table.

Bloocheez:  Thank you for allowing us to share in your audience.
Highlander:  You're being remarkably cordial today, Bloocheez.  What the
  F*** is your problem?
Crouton:  Number One, please.  We think you should be aware of the danger
  involved, Commander.  No one is safe.  Not us.  Not you.
Bloocheez:  We shall see.  Shall we begin?
Bradford:  All right. (clears his throat)
			* * * * *
Avenger:  All right.  I've taken care of it.
Picard:  Then let's get the hell out of here. (gets up, suitcase in hand)
Avenger:  Jean-Luc...
Picard:  We can't guarantee her safety any more than that of any other
  being in this galaxy. (pause, then a smile on his frail, aging face)
  If it's any comfort, she's on board our best ship.  I think she'll make
  it even if the rest of us don't.
Avenger:  All right.  I just...feel so bad leaving like this...
Picard:  Look, if someone isn't around to coordinate our defenses, then
  we don't have a chance in hell.
			* * * * *
Crouton:  So, as you see, all our information hints that the Lucky Charms
  are massing for a full-scale invasion of our galaxy.
Kumbir:  How many of them are there?
Ghiasi:  We have no idea.  At least seven ships.  But that might just be a
  tiny task force.
Bloocheez:  How dangerous can they be, really?  I mean do we have any PROOF
  that they're dangerous?
Bradford:  Admiral T'Lilith, would you care to explain?
			* * * * *
Larkin:  What's taking them so long?
Tracy:  Relax...it's probably nothing.  How about a game of hearts in the
  meantime?  (begins shuffling cards)
			* * * * *
Jez (whispering to Crouton):  mrow.  purr.  mrow.  mrow.  (Priority one
  message pod being received, directed for your and the Commodore's eyes
  only.)
Crouton:  We'll get it in the "radio room." (speaking up)  Excuse us for a
  moment.  Commodore Bradford and I have to take care of something.  We'll
  be right back.
			* * * * *
Avenger:  Lucky Charm ships were detected penetrating the Energy Barrier at
  the edge of the galaxy early this morning.  Star Fleet Headquarters has
  been evacuated until further notice and the Admiralty will be coordinating
  Star Fleet efforts from a top secret location until further notice.
Picard:  The weight is on your shoulders now.  We need your assistance and
  your information as soon as possible.  As of this Stardate, all Federation
  vessels are subject to Total Recall by Code One.  War.
Avenger:  Give my love to Admiral T'Lilith.  I hope we can finally be
  together once this mess is over.
[Message ends, viewscreen goes black.]

Crouton:  S***.
Bradford:  Moo on that.
			* * * * *
"Captain's Log, Stardate 100999.9:
     We are nearly home after the long trip at high warp from the Small
Magellanic Cloud.  Our Hidden Valley Ranch companions have diverted toward
their sector of the galaxy and the _Chivalier_ and _Comatose_ have since
split off toward other sectors of the Federation.
     We have just a received a priority one distress call from Starbase
Harvard and are proceeding there as quickly as possible.  I just hope that
we get there before the Lucky Charms do."
			* * * * *
Inside a Lucky Charm vessel, we see a dark-enshrouded figure, standing
approximately 17 feet tall.  As we hear the slice-slice of moving mandibles,
we hear a booming, gutterral, hideous voice erupt from within the creature.

Lucky Charm:  Frosted human limbs...they're magically delicious!

The Lucky Charm chuckles deeply as we see a very convoluted hyper-dimensional
image of the _Croutonprize_ on the viewscreen.

TO BE CONTINUED THIS FALL...