Preface.
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Q was lounging in a pocket dimension, bored out of his skull, when a flash of light revealed a strange creature—a draconequus. Q raised an eyebrow. "What the hell are you? Who the hell are you? And how did you enter this unlisted pocket dimension?" Discord grinned, flashing a toothy smile. "Please, this dimension isn’t unlisted. I’ve known about it for millennia now. Oh, and I couldn't help but notice—we sound uncannily alike." Q smirked. "I noticed that too. Kind of cool, actually." He narrowed his eyes. "Don’t tell me—you enjoy spreading chaos, don’t you? I can see the gleam in your little red eyes." Discord chuckled. "Guilty as charged."
Q: "I like you. You're cool." Discord, with a sly grin: "Likewise. As for what I am, I’m a Draconequus." Q raised an eyebrow, looking perplexed. "A what now?" Discord puffed out his chest proudly. "A Draconequus. A delightful mix of different creatures—bit of dragon, bit of horse, and a few other odds and ends tossed in for good measure. A being of pure chaos, naturally." Q smirked, intrigued. "Ah, a creature made for chaos. I knew there was something I liked about you."
They chatted for a while, engaging in a lively prank war that left both of them in stitches. Eventually, they decided to take a break and host a whimsical tea party where the tea set was entirely edible, made of crumpets. As they enjoyed their unconventional feast, they broke into a rendition of the old British dirge, “Rickety Tickity Tin,” their voices echoing through the pocket dimension. Just as the last notes faded, an evil idea struck Q. "You know, I’m bored of messing with Picard and the crew of the Enterprise. Let’s switch things up. I’ll harass the good folks of Ponyville, and you can wreak havoc aboard the Starship Enterprise." Discord's eyes lit up with delight. "Yes! Loving it!" he exclaimed, taking a bite of the saucer-shaped cookie, crumbs flying everywhere. "This is going to be so much fun!"
With a snap of his fingers, Q teleported Discord onto the Enterprise-E in a flash of chaos.
Picard stood in his ready room, taken aback. "What the hell... I mean, who the hell are you, and how the bloody hell did you get on my ship?" Discord grinned widely, lounging casually in the captain's chair. "Why, hello there! I'm Discord, the master of chaos! As for how I got here... well, let’s just say I took a little trip courtesy of your friend Q." Picard crossed his arms, his expression a mix of disbelief and annoyance. "Q, of course. I should have known. This is yet another one of his games, isn’t it?" Discord chuckled, swirling a cup of crumpet tea that had somehow materialized in his paw. "Oh, don’t be so glum, Captain! I’m here to add a bit of spice to your otherwise ordered life."
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