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It all started as a simple, innocent
game...then he found out he was pregnant. With an alien baby!
They stalked the Terrans, hiding in the ship's
wake. They pleaded technical difficulties. And when the pride
of the 'Fleet offered their help...they pounced!
Commander Charles "Trip" Tucker volunteered
to help the aliens, out of the milk of human kindness. They
repaid him -- in spades.
After three hours of exposure to unknown gases
and flashing lights, Tucker was finally released from "decompression"
to stumble onto their ship. His guide: a hairless harlot named
"Ah'Len."
"This is a game we play," the reptilian
temptress purred, thrusting her hands into a box of silky
smooth pebbles. But the scaled succubus was using the seductive
stones to read his very thoughts!
But the worst was yet to come. The innocent
engineer began sprouting appendages practically before
his eyes. Nipples grew where no human nipple was ever meant
to grow, forced out of his very flesh to nurture the Xyrillians'
fearsome scheme: breeding their way to human conquest! The
rapidly-growing alien baby in Tucker's side was only the opening
salvo in their invasion plans! Click
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Multiple witnesses confirm "they
were inseparable! We had to force them apart! You couldn't
tell where one left off and the other began!" One insider
reveals how he was nearly sucked in to join the twisted mess!
 It
began with a frantic cry for help. "I'm in Cargo Bay
Two...and there's some kind of life-form in here! It's
got Rostov!"
Despite the efforts of brave Chief Engineer
Charles "Trip" Tucker and Armory Officer Malcolm
"Megajoules" Reed, the pulsing, writhing, oozing
mass seized three more victims -- including two bridge officers!
Shocked, stunned, and horrified, the remaining
staff gathered to plot their counterattack and rescue their
fallen comrades.
"Blast the snot out of it!" Megajoules
insisted. "It's the only way."
"We must attempt communication," retorted
emotionless "observer" Subcommander T'Pol, oblivious
to the wretched plight of her hapless crewmates. "The
creature could be intelligent. It could be trying to mate.
It could be a group mind, or a really disgusting
prop which threw the adult film industry into chaos for
a week. This situation can be resolved through diplomacy."
"The best diplomat I know is a fully activated
phaser bank," the Armory Officer snarled back. "Backed
up with the full force and measure of variable-yield photon
torpedoes, plus some mines, an assault rifle, the Holy
Hand Grenade -- "
"I'm in command, which you've conveniently
forgotten," sniped the Vulcan vixen, "So you can
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- Captain Charles
Tucker takes command of the flagship!
- Captain
Malcolm Reed serves as first officer!
- Captain
T'Pol damages Enterprise, only to surrender it!
- Plus:
- Jon Archer struck down in his prime! Porthos
goes missing! Chef serves chili!
- Hoshi finally gets a promotion! And a fabulous
new 'do!
- Evil alien insect-men wreak havoc and devastation
on Earth and the colonies -- how you can you protect
your loved ones!
- Learn where humans will make their courageous
last stand!
- Vulcans: gentle guides, or gutless cowards?
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Alien doctor attempts so-called "alternative
medicine" on Starfleet's finest!
 "He
wanted me to sleep with 'em! Put 'em on my chest! And then
warned me not to 'make 'em angry'!" reports revolted
Chief Engineer Trip Tucker. "Ah came by for a plain ol'
sleep aid and he wanted to cover me in critters that suck
the life outta dirt!"
Denobulan physician Phlox, CMO of Starfleet's
flagship, is well-known for his unusual "homeopathic"
treatments. "Pyschopathic is more like it,"
says one source close to the doctor. "Alien organs...bizarre
extracts...strange potions...mysterious animals who bite and
suck and inject his patients...he's crazy!"
Another friend hints that the physician, who
has three wives, is open to medical procedures considered
dubious at best, or illegal at worst. "When we were working
together in the Interspecies Medical Exchange, he told me
he was looking into getting a Lysarian larva," said a
former colleague. "The only thing Lysarian larvae are
used for is growing clones -- and that's been banned. He
insisted that he was doing research into their regenerative
properties, but I didn't believe him."
Tucker bravely refused "Doctor Phloxenstein's"
unorthodox treatment. "Ah am NOT sleepin' with slugs.
Ah don't care what planet they're from," he declared.
"They leave all kinda slime in my chest hair. Takes two
hours in the shower to get clean. Decon Gel C is bad enough
-- Ah had to shave down completely to get that gunk off."
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