Harcourt Fenton Mudd’s world was crashing around him as the 500 Alices closed their eyes. Spock’s illogical logic had gone off like a bomb. Smoke was drifting from the panel on Norman’s chest. The 500 Stellas were going to be his new life.
Written for @felt.buzz’s zapfic contest:
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