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[SCENE:  the bridge of ISS TitanicLord Darth Venomous has guided the dying behemoth out of Realm™ spacedock and sent it warping toward Parts Unknown™.

Uh, m'liege - where are  you taking her?]

VENOMOUS:  Towards the sun, away from our civilization.  Be rather rude of me to drop this fireball on a populated planet, now wouldn’t it?

[But, Admiral, how are you going to get off the ship with no shuttlepods?]

VENOMOUS:  Not a problem.  I just happen to have stashed the prototype along this course, just in case I needed it someday.  (touches a control on a makeshift panel, aft) See?  There it is now.

[As we cut to the viewscreen, there hangs in space the Prototype™ - in worse condition than the last time we saw her, if that's possible.]

VENOMOUS:  Computer – time?

COMPUTER:  One minute, seventeen seconds to warp-core breach.

VENOMOUS:  Okay, excuse me, Narrator…let’s see, prefix code…bring systems back online…

[On the screen, the prototype visibly comes to life, as Titanic  comes ever closer, nearing transporter range.]

VENOMOUS:  …bring the transporter online…

COMPUTER(BREEEEEEP!!!)  Warning! Warp-core breach, thirty seconds.

VENOMOUS:  Okay, okay!  Now…wait.  How did you know I was out of shuttlepods, Narrator?

[On the viewscreen, from the upper left comes a string of energy that looks eerily like the Nexus gateway we saw in ST:Generations - only this one looks darker and more forboding.

The ribbon gets to the prototype first, slicing through it and destroying it instantly.]

VENOMOUS:  Oh, shit.

[How's it feel, knowing you're not gonna get out of this one alive, you son-of-a-bitch?!]

VENOMOUSWHAT THE FUCK…?!?!?!?!!!

[That'll teach you to Force-choke Allan-a-dale, our union brother, you sanctimonious bastard!  Suck it, wingnut!!!  BWAH-HAHAHAHAHAHA...!!!!!]

[The poor, helpless right-wing prole looks into the camera as he finally realizes that no Force tricks, no lightsabers, no particle disruptors are gonna get him out of this one.]

COMPUTER:  …zero.

[Cut to external view, as the energy ribbon, Titanic  and her breaching warp core meet at precisely the same time.  The explosion in space could almost be seen from Realm™ spacedock, so beautifully massive was it.]

NEXT:  Welcome to Hell.  How do  you like it?!

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