Shaka, when the walls fell.
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	Thog stood next to the cylinder on Foreena 4.1, her hand poised above the
top surface of the innocent-seeming metal post.  She, along with Banjo and 3 Klingon 
security officers had taken up their positions near each of the, hopefully, key 
cylinders on the planetoids.  It had been decided that, in the event of any catastrophe, 
these five would be best able to survive the resulting emergency.  Banjo had originally 
requested that Velvattian officers be used, but it was unclear as to whether or not a 
tentacle could activate a cylinder.  With only two attempts left, Seetamyn had decided 
to go with only humanoid members of the crew.  He had wanted Mantron at Helm and Ustrano 
in Main Egineering to give the Menagerie the best chance of surviving, in the event that 
things got out of hand.  Thog completely understood this reasoning but she was still 
nervously fingering her phaser rifle as she waited for the ship to announce its readiness.  
Finally, her commbadge squawked; 
	"Commander, are you ready?"
	"Aye, sir," she replied, although privately she wondered how anyone could be 
prepared for something completely unknown.
	"Very well, Commander. I am starting a countdown up here.  We have a special,
rotating conference call that will automatically switch me to the proper crewmembers,
sequentially.  When you hear me say "Now", place your hand firmly on the top of the
cylinder.  Understood?" Seetamyn sounded as though he were instructing his First
Officer in the fine art of Vulcan origami, so calm was his voice.
	"I understand, sir," came Thog's confident reply.  She only wished that she
felt as confident as she sounded.
	"Commander... Now!"
	Thog dropped her hand to the surface of the cylinder.  Once again a massive 
energy discharge spat out of the cylinder.  Coruscating lightening-like tendrils of 
pure, white light danced across the barren landscape.  This time, however of collapsing 
back on itself the energy gathered into a rippling pood of, apparently energy in liquid
form.  This pool suddenly shot out a column of near-blinding light up into the sky.  
Thog felt every hair on her body rise up as though she had encountered a huge charge of 
static electricity.  Then, she blacked out!

	On board the Menagerie, in orbit of the bizzare collection of celestial bodies
that served as Foreena Four, the sensor arrays were almost overloaded by the extreme
eruption of energy from the surface of Foreena 4.1.  Only Mantron's quick manuevoring
of the ship away from the planetoid saved the delicate sensor equipment.  Suddenly,
M'Dral shouted out, "There's a huge energy beam headed right for us!"
	Mantron was about to initiate an emergency evasive program when B1 and B2
sang out, "No!  It's not headed for us!  It is curving around toward Foreena 4.2!"
	And, so it was.  Just before the energy beam from Foreena 4.1 entered the 
atmosphere of Foreena 4.2, another beam rose from that planetoid and joined the one 
from 4.1.  Together the twin beams raced towards Foreena 4.4, where the activation 
of that planetoid's cylinder had also resulted in a outreaching beam.  The three
blazed towards Foreena 4.5 and were enhanced by yet another beam.  The four now
sped towards Foreena 4.3 where a fifth and final beam made its presence known.  Five
of the six planetoids of Foreena Four, were now joined by a chain of scintillating
energy.