By: Major Tierce [FANFIC] "Little Red Riding Hood" 1/1 Hey, I just thought I'd start and finish this before I goto class. This is only a short, spur of the moment fic that is meant to be fun to read. Enjoy Little Red Riding Hood [Disclaimer: George Lucas owns Star Wars. Paramount owns Star Trek. Little Red Riding Hood is owned by... wait! No one owns that story.] ***** "Outpost Log, Stardate 12345... It's been two weeks and there is still no word from the latest supply convoy, and we're almost out of food. Our last hope is that we could find some edible vegetation on this forest moon. But, the Ensign West was killed on the latest scouting mission, his red shirt torn in many pieces." Commander Wolf signed with no relief as he ended the latest log; his mind was focused on the latest whereabouts of the convoy. He knew that the secret research done on his outpost could tip the war against Galactic Empire in his favor. But not if the science team starves to death. The doors open and Odo walks in the doorway. "Any news from the convoy or Starfleet." Wolf asked. "You are well aware that communication with Starfleet is not allowed for security reasons." Odo stated, "And about the convoy, there is only one obvious conclusion." "An Imperial Attack?" "I'm afraid so..." The Changeling confirmed. "That's impossible...." The commander sighed, "What do we do? The Imps might attack this outpost." Odo laughed, "Not with our security grid up, even their X1-Viper Droids would be turned into tin foil." "But, we must find out. I order you to scout the area." The constable nodded and walked towards the exit. "Wait!" The commander halted, "You can't go like that. Then the Imps will spot you. You need some way to scout unnoticed." All the commander got was a blank reply, "You're a shapeshifter, turn into a forest critter." ***** Odo's trek through the woods was long and tedious in the wolf-state he was in. He didn't know why he choose to walk around as a wolf, his judgement told him that he Imperial (if they are here) wouldn't spot him, and if they did, then in a predator form, Odo would stand a better chance. He's been out for four hours and hasn't heard or seen anything remotely similar to activity. Then suddenly, he smelled something burning; it had the foul stench of burning fuel and metal. The nose guided him to the odor's point of origin, with was a flaming shipwreck. He surveyed the ship and didn't recognize it as anything from the Empire, nor was the pilot, young female wearing a red hood, did not look like an Imperial. "Excuse me." Odo said, as the girl was busy taking a picnic basket out of the ship's side compartment. When he spoke, she swirled and quickly gasped with an ounce of fear and climbed on the ship, keeping distance between herself and Odo. The young lady only stared, then slowly as she swallowed some strength, "Who are you, some talking wolf?" < Wolf? > Odo wondered, < Oh, Damn! I forgot to change back to my normal form. > "I'm not going to hurt you." He replied, "You can come down." The girl, stood on the wrecked ship for a brief moment, then she decided to step down and approach the wolf. "Are you alright?" He asked. "I... I'm fine. My ship just crashed and I think I'm stranded here." The girl explained. "You're warp core mostly likely had a mis-fluctuation with the primary tri-linear matrix in the binary power coupling that caused a plasma conduit eruption by the quantum polarity modulator when you ship entered the anti-parallel ionosphere of this planet." The red hooded woman glared for a moment, then just giggled innocently; "You talk funny. Anyway, do you anywhere that I can fix my ship or call for help?" The changeling/wolf stood for a second, he considered whether or not to tell her about the outpost, then decided, "No, I'm sorry my dear..." She smiled back, "That's okay. I'll just see what I can do with my ship." By now Odo was a bit into his character, as he was licking himself, "All right, I better... get back to my... kittens. I hope you fix your ship." She turned around and started to look at her ship, Odo started to walk back towards the outpost, he though maybe he could inform the commander of what happened, and they might help the girl out. ***** "You're serious?" Commander Wolf asked Odo. "Yes! I'm serious, for the last time." Replied the shapeshifter, "I found a young woman who crashed her ship." "And she was wearing a red hood?" "Yes." "You mean to tell me that you came across Little Red Riding Hood on this outpost moon?" The commander laughed. "Little Red who?" "Don't tell me no-one told you that story?" The middle aged commander laughed again. "I don't have time for stories..." Odo countered. "Enlightened." "Little Red Riding Hood is an old children's story about a little girl lost in the woods." A young Starfleet scientist, who goes by the name of, Doctor Eliza Gold explained. "You mean I ran across a fairy tale character?" "Possibly, after all, didn't something like this happen on Deep Space Nine?" The Doctor asked Odo. "Now that you mentioned it, it has." Odo pondered, "Captain Sisko imagined some legendary baseball hero, Chief O'Brien imagined he saw another fairy tale, and Doctor Bashir imagined a more promiscuous Dax..." "No doubt to fulfil his unfruitful fantasies." Wolf sniped. "But is that possible?" "With the temporal gamma disturbances in the ionosphere of this planet, it's possible." Eliza confirmed. "The question is what to do?" "Take advantage of it." The Commander said. "Odo, did she happen to carry a picnic basket." "Yes, why?" "And what is a picnic basket filled with?" He asked, but the changeling and the doctor did not respond, so he answered, "... food." "Wait! You're thinking of stealing for that sweet little girl?" Odo thought in disgust. "She's not a little girl, remember she's a temporal disturbance, and we need the food right now." Wolf reminded, "Much like what happened on Deep Space Nine." "Actually, what happened on DS9 was an experiment from three superior beings." Odo corrected, "Something far worse." The Federation computer suddenly chimed, interrupted the conversation, "Ah, it must be that girl.... Ahem, come in." The outside door made a whooshing sound as it opened, daylight entered softly, and the little girl that the Starfleet commander was hoping to she walked in. "Excuse me, my ship crashed, and I... hey!" The little girl was in for a surprise when Commander Wolf grabbed her from behind. He figured that with his muscle and body weight compared to the little girl's, he would be able to take her picnic basket with ease. He was wrong, for she was putting up one hell of a struggle. "Let me go! I know the arts of Teras Kasi!" She warned the bold and gruff officer. However, he did nothing except continued to hold her. Therefore, she slammed her foot on top of his. Then she swirled around guiding her hand to bring a lightning chop onto the man's neck. Then to finish the technique, she grabbed Wolf by the arm, sprung him around then released him twenty feet in the air. When the Commander fell on the floor, Odo looked at him and said, "Is this how the story went?" ***** Meanwhile, onboard the ISD Chimera, Grand Admiral Thrawn sat in his personal cabin surrounded by numerous works of art. In his left blue hand was a datapad that his glowing red eyes beamed down upon when door chime interrupted him. This annoyed the Chiss commander for he rarely likes to be disturbed, but he knew this might be important. "Come." The door opened, and Captain Pellaeon stepped in the Admiral's view. "Admiral." He reported, "There is a one-way message transmission being sent to you." "Excellent. It must be our agent." He smiled. "Agent?" The captain raised his brow. "Yes. I've finally thought it was time to take care of Starfleet's research outpost on that forest moon." "You mean the one where they were developing their Zeta-phaser array." Pellaeon asked, it certainly was good news. The Zeta-phasers as been a secret experimental weapon developed by Starfleet that can use the phaser's NDF principal to increase effectiveness against shields and hulls by hundred folds, a weapon that'll surely win the war for the Federation. "But..." he paused, "I wasn't aware of any stormtrooper team that was dispatched, in fact all the ground forces have been polishing their weapons all week." "That's because I haven't sent any teams, just one agent." Thrawn explained. "But... but... you've studied their defense." He stuttered. "Yes, even X1-Viper droids would have trouble. We needed a more subtle approach." The Admiral handed Pellaeon his datapad, "This will explain." "What..." The captain looked at the pad, and is quite confused, "This is just a bed time story about some girl and a wolf." "Yes, one that originated from the Federation homeworld." Thrawn told him, "This story is the most interesting when I studied the wolves motivation for stalking the child." Pellaeon looked at the datapad to find that part, "Ah!", he read, "to eat what's in the picnic basket?" "Or the little girl, depending on the version. But, that's not important. What is the key is, number one, the wolf much like humans, get desperate when they are hungry. And, number two, this story is Earth art, and a weakness to exploit." "How can we exploit this?" "A question best answered when you see this message." The Chiss smiled and punched a keyboard on the visual screen. Pellaeon gapped with puzzlement when he saw the same red hooded little girl described in the story, smiling fiendishly and holding a light repeating blaster which was still smoking from the barrel. In the background, there were dead starfleet officers, hardly recognizable with the heavy plasma burns, and there was burned gel of in the corner. He could only wonder what went on. "Grand Admiral Thrawn." The girl saluted, "This is Agent Hood, I completely my mission objective, obtained the data from this outpost and destroyed the installation. Returning to the Chimera even as the message plays." Thrawn turned to Pellaeon, "By re-writing these stories, we can exploit the Federation's weaknesses." The End.... -- -Major Tierce Buffy: "Your logic does *not* resemble our Earth logic." Xander: "Mine is much more advanced." Sent via Deja.com http://www.deja.com/ Share what you know. Learn what you don't.