The Allayer system had its trawls of danger among them was the riptide. A narrow section of cosmic space surrounded by gravity wells and a swift cosmic wind that pulled anything through the stream of debris field.
Trekking the vast ness of space the Erebus took a course through the dark and stormy Allayer sector. The deep channels of the solar rifts tossed the Erebus around. The continuum girl was just returning from her shift and was looking forward to getting some of Ta Nana Kov's annual treat Buckeye Candy. She entered the main room of her cabin and set the lights full power. Taking the clips out of her hair she went to the bedroom.
It was a normal night like any other with Christmas eve right around the corner and her birthday soon approaching she was looking for some quality quiet time with her friends.
In the center of her bed a dark silhouette of a rectangular object cast a long shadow across the bed in the partially luminated bedroom. The object, from some other time and period was ageless and possibly a relic from a forgotten era.
= Computer, full illumination.
= Asuka ordered as she got ready to take a bath.
When there it sat in center of the bed. The continuum girl came face to face with it. She let out a scream and threw herself into the nearest corner. Later on she would comment about how big it was. She cowered at the sight of the thing. Horrible visions of what her parents had told her about a larger than life prehistoric object in which all others had come from. It sought to show up wherever there was the holidays one sour pus in the group. The fabled object, thought to be something her parents would use to keep her in line Along with Asuka’s greatest fears.
~What do you want from me? I've been good haven't I? I've been supportive. I can change? Oh please just leave..~
Security rushed in on the scene where she darted to the other room and were greeted by a hysterical continuum ambassador which rambled on about some horrible menace to horrible to mention and with out further warning she wafted the object and saddled the burden on the unfortunately security guard that was assigned to take the call.
"Here take it." She cried frantically and before he could protest shoved him and the thing out the door. Later on she would call in sick over her traumatic experience.
~What just happened?~ the befuddled security guard pondered as he left. ~What a strange lady.~ He said shaking his head. Apparently this object was the cause of some severe psychological trauma in this girl the logical choice was to take it to the ship's counselor.
So on its way, innocently enough the security officer had no idea on what he was dealing with. So he took the time to the ship's counselor's office.
Cory looked up from his report as the security guard came in. With a typically friendly betazoid smile he asked, "What can I do for you, crewman?"
"Sir, there was an incident on the upper deck. This object seems to be the cause of the problem. I am enclosing my report." He said glad to get rid of the thing before running off.
The security guard set the offensive thing onto the desk and scurried out before whatever happened to the Continuum Girl happened to him. Cory stood up, clasped his hands behind his back and began to circle the oblong ... thing. He reached out his mind but the thing was inert.
"It appears to be some kind of baked bread." He bent down and sniffed the cake. "Hmmm, doesn’t smell toxic. Computer, identify object on my desk."
"It is a terrain Fruitcake."
Cory jumped back in fright. "A WHAT???"
"A fruitcake," the computer answered.
"Who would be able to handle such a thing and not be harmed by it?" Cory asked himself in terror. "I know, Curly!" he tapped his combadge. "Petty Officer Curly to the counselor's office on the double!"
Soon a flurry of 10' tentacles slithered through the door, with a large body attached. The octopus knuckled up at attention and said through its translator "Reporting as ordered, Sir."
"Take this ... this... THING... away! right now!" Cory exclaimed, his Betazoid eyes wide with fright.
Aye, Sir!" Curly answered as one tentacle wrapped around the fruitcake.
The prehistoric bread possibly something that predated history itself had come from some where other than the ship.
An hour later, some wandering crewman found curly lying upside down in the middle of a corridor, its tentacles splayed out in drunken disarray, the crumbs of the ancient loaf of fruitcake scattered all around and on top of Curly. Alcohol and Octopi didn't mix.
"Call security," The crewmembers said as they separated the prehistoric loaf from the incapacitated octipi. Security arrived on scene and drew Phasers fixed on the object.
Separating the loaf from the crewman they took the fruitcake to the upper chain of command.
"We're clear here. The security team separated and sprinted down the hall with the malicious prehistoric bread.