Ens_Watson

if you want to know, why not read the spoilers. lot quicker, easier, and you don't have to wait a month for it. :D

It was a dark and stormy night, as Ensign Watson stepped out of the hover car, briefcase in hand, in front of the Federation space port. He chuckled, as he felt it looked like he was going to get a demon out of a little girl. He hurried through the puddles, trying not to get his uniform wet for his very first assignment. He had been told to report here at 2000 for guard duty. He wasn’t sure what it would be, but he was still excited to finally be assigned to something. He walked into the lobby, and went up to the receptionist. He told her the password that he had seen on the message, and she gave him a PADD with instructions on it. Watson excitedly flipped the PADD on, and was sadly disappointed. All it had said was to head straight and make a right at the third corner, and then head three doors down. There, he was to stand guard in front of a door that would lead to a shuttle pod involved with the Challenger or something like that. Although he wanted to know more about the mission, he was just a guard, and it was considered to be for his best that he did not know any more then he needed to know. He headed straight, made a right at the third corner, and headed three doors down. There, he stood. And stood. Well, guarded, as he called it. And guarded he didn’t do well. For within an hour, footsteps were made. Not heard, for if they were, Watson would have died putting up a fight. But, Watson wasn’t the quickest phaser in Starfleet (if you know what I mean), for he did not notice the sound of clanking boots. Although, you could credit him for noticing the sword-like weapon that was so protruding sticking out of his stomach. And for also noticed the being who had decided to store the weapon there, for the time being. The only description that Watson could make out of him as he sank to the floor, his uniform drenched red from blood, was that, “he looka like a man.” ******************************************************************** But Watson’s death was not in vain. For, in his death, even though he remained an unread foot note, he had become one of the first “red shirts” (originally called a “minute man“, for he died very suddenly, but after a 4th grader noted that “minute man” was used in the American Revolutionary War, it was changed to “red shirt,” since his uniform was drenched red from blood), which would forever be one of the most noted references in space-faring history.

Don't care. I just need Enterprise. For all I care, they can make a two hour documentary on the Xindi war (clip show) hosted by Picard. Hmm, actually... ::sells idea to Paramont:: isn't it also a little early to say which episodes will be your fav. For all we know, The B-Boys will just screw up a completely good idea. Also, you should add the end of the temproal cold war thingy. (and look foward to an episode of "Pierre Bernard's Recliner of Rage" getting himself another uniform, and Wayne Brady gettin' a pip)

:D BSA? The Boy Scouts of America have a task force? :)

Australia mate. :)

Ehh, rugby's better. No helmets, no pads, and no paychecks over half a million. :D actually, America has a decent rugby team. Not as good as Britian's or Australia's, but hey, for a sport we don't even know exists, that's pretty good.

He Looka Like a Man thanks!