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was completely truthful.  
    From where Jay stood he could see through the doorways of the dealer’s room and into one of the convention’s hallways.   At that moment a young couple ran past his view—the woman sobbing and the man’s eyes blank with shock.
     
    “I don’t know,” said Jay, “I’ve got a bad feeling.”
     
    “Man, chill.   Check it out.   Naked pics of Nichelle Nichols.”
     
    “ Ooooooooooo !”
     
    Lobby:   Emma held her breath as the display cases shook.   Leading to the registration table were several massive displays of Shatner memorabilia to entertain attendees waiting in the seemingly endless registration line.   When the blast happened, they all shook and Emma had mental images of millions of dollars in collectables being destroyed and Natalie blaming her for the accident.  
     
    Fortunately, the cases were quickly steadied and crisis was adverted.  
     
    Emma breathed out a sigh of relief and she leaned back into what she thought was the wall.   Instead, she leaned against a twelve foot high display of all the various weapons that William Shatner had used in one-on-one to the death battles as Captain Kirk.   It was a massive wooden display with the arms mounted on for attendees viewing pleasure.   The props had been kept in pristine condition over the years and many were still deadly sharp.
     
    Her weight unbalanced the large display and it started to sway.   Emma spun around and tried steadying it, but she was not strong enough and her actions only worsened the rocking.   The lirpa that Kirk used against Spock in “Amok Time” fell and missed her head by inches.
     
    That was close-
     
    All the weapons came spilling down and she was pierced in a dozen places by a variety of daggers, swords, and pole arms.   None of the wounds were deadly, so she was still alive.   However, the many weapons had gone through her body and straight into the floor, trapping her in place.   All she could do was moan through the pain paralysis.   The convention attendees were too concerned with losing their place in line to come help her.  
     
    A camera flashed as someone took a picture.
     
    The case rocked back and forth once more and then tipped over onto her, mashing her into the carpet.
     
    Emma Lombardi was the first, but far from last, fatality at ShatnerCon.
     
    Signing Room:   Shatner stood up, “What the…fuck…was that?”
               
    A wave of panic passed through those in the room.   The crowd’s orderly line began to dissolve and people began to move en mass to the signing table.  
               
    The two guards moved in front of the table and produced batons.   They held them out and ready.  
               
    “Sir, please go through the door and move on to another area,” barked one of the guards.   Neither made any movement so it was unclear which one actually spoke.
               
    “I just,” Shatner waved his arms, “got here.   I don’t know…where…anything is.”
               
    The guards didn’t respond.   There was now a solid wall of people on the other side of the table, calling out to Shatner for an autograph or asking the guards what the blast was.
               
    “Where’s…the green room?” asked Shatner.
               
    “Sir, you need to leave,” ordered the guard, his voice harsher this time.
               
    Bob was still off to the side, “I’ll come with you Mr. Shatner.”
               
    He motioned to move forward and the guard closest to him pivoted and shoved him hard with the baton.   Bob stumbled back and fell over into the crowd, taking two people down with him.
               
    Shatner flinched.   He didn’t like the guy but it is strange watching yourself get hurt.
               
    He went through the door and was back in the hallway.   On this side of the door he could not hear any of the pandemonium from