Title: Aliens do it Too

Author: Joules Mer

Author's e-mail: julia_ocean_child@yahoo.co.uk

Author's URL: http://jmenterprise.popullus.net

Date: Posted to EntSTSlash February 9, 2005.

Archive: Everyone else ask first.

Fandom: Star Trek Enterprise

Category: Slash

Rating: G

Pairing: Tu/R


Series:  Fifth in the Spam Series

Beta: None


Disclaimer: Enterprise is the property of Paramount.  No profit has been, or will be, made by this story.  

A/N:  Got a message asking for some alien spam...    

    As the items in his inbox scrolled by Malcolm paused at a message that was flagged to indicate it had gone through the UT system. His brow furrowed.  A message that hadn't been in English?  Unable to stop himself, he opened it and began to read: "Greetings Human!"  His eyes widened by a degree.  He'd never seen that particular salutation before.  "To welcome you to a new frontier we have a gift for you!"  You didn't have to be "a paranoid security nut," as Trip had so eloquently called him once, to be wary of something like that.  "We're offering you five FREE playing hours when you pay for two at Grem's House of Luck!"  What was their preoccupation with exclamation marks anyway?  "Grem's House of Luck has over 1,000 Dabo tables and games from over 30 different worlds!  Several currencies accepted (for a small exchange fee) and all payouts are in LATINUM!"  Malcolm had never liked gambling, he preferred to deal in certainties.  "Grem's House of Luck..."  Malcolm wondered what an alien calling itself Grem could look like.  "...the third planet in the Dalgo system.  From orbit contact 127.32.01.  Reply today for directions to our fine establishment!"  Malcolm couldn't recall ever hearing of the Dalgo system before.  "Beginners most welcome!"  Of course they were.

    Malcolm took a sip of his tea and stretched his fingers.  If the aliens at Grem's House of Luck thought they were going to fleece him they had another thing coming.  "Dear Grem's House of Luck.  As a professional gambler you're just what I've been looking for!  The only way I'm allowed into a casino on my home world is in the capacity of government approved inspector (to ensure that the games are being operated fairly) and I truly miss the excitement.  Not that gambling on Earth is very exciting anymore.  When you have the amount of experience I do all the games seem so simple.  Please send me directions to your establishment as soon as you can.  I'm always looking for a new challenge, provided you can afford to have me stop by.  I'm afraid the last casino I visited, The Rikki Rix on Risa, is no longer in operation."  Malcolm smirked as he sent the message.  He wondered if they'd even reply.