Topic: The Exorcist

[Father Ted]

A child lies alone, restrained to its bed by velcro straps. The police don't know what to do with it. They call it Hexx. It speaks in foul voices from the past, such as Gow, or whomever was head of the SPQR, or the chief frog.

Seeking a remedy beyond their means, the local police contacted Starfleet HQ. That's where I came in. Call me Father Ted.

Upon hearing what Hexx was doing, I immediately assembled my team: C-Los, for backup, J'inn for legal protection, Jeff, to smoke a joint and keep watch downstairs, and Dr. Azteca, in case somebody needed a boob job. Deadman would provide cover and concealment as our hidden assassin flying the Hydran King's finest ship, the HMS-MNRV "Why Don't We Get Drunk and Screw?".

With all teams assembled, C-Los and I made our way to Hexx's room. We opened the door, and there was Hexx, sitting up, smiling, but his eyes were wrong. They glowed red.

"Who is this pitiful thing that has entered my domain?" his mouth uttered, in a voice more fell than even Dogmatix.

I carefully clenched my bible closer, and approached Hexx. I said a few psalms in Latiin, whereupon the little bastard puked in my face! We're talking projectile vomiting! Icky!!!

I immediately ran to the nearest bathroom to clean myself off and think about a new dry cleaner who didn't ask questions. Everybody watches CSI and Crimestoppers nowadays and think they're Sherlock Holmes.

I went back into the room. C-Los was holding a bible and Marine Corps emblem in front of Hexx. It seemed to tame, or at least calm, whatever beast we were facing. I quietly uttered a prayer and went to work. "What do you seek?" I asked.

"Total domination of D2!" it roared in a voice that no one should ever tell.

"But we are not Klingons, except for this server" I responded. "We have no real fight, we're Federales"

"Weak, is the Federation! I shall conquer them as soon as I get out of this high chair!" the demon in Hexx responded.

I pulled C-Los from the room and told him to get in touch with Hondo. Only somebody as crazy as he was could reach the demon in Hexx.

"His hottub is being overhauled. At least 3 weeks," was C-Los's anguished reply as he slapped the communicator shut.

"That's that! I guess we're on our own!" I said as I thumped my bible and went up the stairs again with C-Los behind me.


To Be Continued.....

[KAT Chuut-Ritt]

http://pages.prodigy.net/area512/exorcist.mid   

[C-Los]

 

For being so small, Hex sure can vomit BIG  !!

[Hondo_8]

"What three weeks???" Hondo crushed another empty on his forehead...and staggered out of the Hot Tub repair shop.  It had been his first pit stop in over three years of flying. He was low on booze anyway and needed the the pitstop.


The streets of the West Side OG shoping plaza were filled with shoppers and stores. One Store cought his eye. He had been out in space for awile....escaping the Insane Asulym on Starebase 8 after he was incacerated after The Dr. Strangelove Campaign for flipping allied hexes.  Needless to say Captain Hondo was a bit behind the style scene and never had taken a liken to the Federation Uniforms....too much startch for his taste and damn hard to remove beer stains from.


***Few Hours later****



Yes time to get some new nurses,,,,

[Father Ted]

In the immortal words of Higgins: "Oh my God!"

It's the white version of Prince!