Series: Star Trek: The Next Generation
Third in a series of responses to Rob's Empty Shell challenge.
When Gene Roddenberry comes to me and complains, I'll stop.
Data arrived in the transporter room for beamdown. "Wesley, Lieutenant, you have metal protruding from your faces."
"We want to blend in," Yar said, twiddling a stud.
"Shall I pierce myself?" Data inquired.
Tasha grinned. "The powdered look is gagh enough," Wesley said. "Did you replicate your board?"
Data held up the thin, wheeled sheet of transparent aluminum. "Lieutenant, I am curious about our destination."
"The Park? It's been banging around the Federation for years - used to be a housing project." And looks it, she thought. "Just wait till you see Wes skate! It's like he controls time and space."