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Halloween tends to be when the weirder stuff happens, no? Even in outer space.

Because, somewhere in the deep depths of the universe, a strange, drifting ship - a fairly small, yet solid mass of worn metal, green moss and glowing, pulsating vines - suddenly started transmitting an open signal for anyone to hear.

"Trick or Treat status: open. Costumes mandatory. Awaiting docking or beaming."

It just happened that far far away, at the same time, it was the thirty-first of october on Planet Earth.

A Jem'hadar battleship decloaks an alarmingly short distance from Greensinger's. Communication channels are opened, and a humanoid with strangely... featureless features appears on the screen. Even her clothing is beige, largely shapeless, and without decoration or identifying marks.

"We have received your transmission. What is the meaning of this costume demand?"

Steobot was fiddling around with some tools, when the radio in the room starting buzzing with static and shooting sparks. Curious, she stopped what she was doing and tinkered with it a bit, until the fizzling and sparks slowed to a stop and an understandable voice began to fuzzily emit from the device.
Trick or treating? She twittered with excitement, clasping her metallic hands together.
Oh, but a costume? Where was she to find one?

The strange, long being in the ship is startled when the giant screen suddenly turns on, showing what she can only assume is a fleshie. The odd, humanoid plant in a labcoat and glasses hisses, a far cry from the robotized voice that was heard in the transmission, and tilts her head to the side like a confused dog for a moment, trying to make sense of the question. She looks around, walks over to a cabinet nearby and takes from it a quite big animal skull, with an alarming number of horns and other strange protrusions. A few other assorted pieces of mammals, including a human hand, fall to the ground and are swiftly kicked under a table.

"Cosssstume!", she announces happily, holding it in front of her face. She holds it aside. "No cosssstume!" Then on her face again. "Cosssstume!!", after which she looks hopefully at the person on the screen. "Ussse cosssstume, sssay 'Trick or Treat', Floran givesss candiesses."

As this whole ordeal happens, the transmission continues, endlessly. "Trick or Treat status: open. Costumes mandatory. Awaiting docking or beaming.", the emotionless female voice repeats.

After a fairly short amount of time and makeshift costume creation later, the Glitch was beamed up into the Floran's ship. Once the light faded, the robot was revealed holding an old bag and wearing assorted bird feathers that were plastered to her metal by some sort of glue-like paste, looking quite silly.
"Friendly. Trick or treat! I am a chicken," the gadget piped cheerily, thrusting the bag forwards, hoping to receive something in return that was at least partially edible for a Glitch.

The (possibly female?) being narrows her(?) eyes at this little demonstration of costume vs. no costume. After a moment, her demeanor softens. Slightly. An oily smile appears on her beige face.

"Ahhh, I see," she replies archly. "Costume." And with that, her face distorts, as if her very flesh is a gold-green liquid pouring from her skull - if she even has one - reforming seconds later in the form of a living beast with many horns and strange protrusions.

"Is this acceptable for your cultural requirements?"

The plant creature nods, ginning rather toothily. "Cosssstume!", she yells happily at the large monitor, and goes to get the large bag with the words "CANDIES" written on it. The N and the S are backwards.

Then she hears an unmistakable voice. Has to be a...

"GLITCHYYYY!!" The floran screams when she sees just what beamed in. It's a shrill scream, friendly but enough to make one's hair stand up. Her smile, already way too big for her face, broadens - it's like her head is about to split in two.

"Chicken glitchy! Good cosssssstumesss. Everyone getsssss treatsss! Glitchy takesssss one, then Floran beamsss one to Meat-thing."

She holds out the bag to Steobot. It's full of cabbages.

"Glitchy only takesss one!", she admonishes, before the robot tries taking more than her fair share of 'candies'.

The glitch trills a squeal of delight, and digs into the bag of vegetables. They may not be Boltbulbs, but hey, any gift from a friendly stranger on a night of celebration was that of a charming one.
Sputtering with disappointment at the objections of digging for more cabbages, she settles for simply taking one, and dropped it into her own bag.
"Merry! Thank you for the treat, admirable Floran~!"
With that, the Glitch in her obnoxious makeshift 'chicken' costume was on her way.

There is a shimmer of gold light in the bag, and one cabbage vanishes. It is now in the hands of the founder, who is examining it closely. "And this is a... "treat," on your home planet? Is this an offer of peace with the glorious dominion?"

"Glitchy vissitss alwaysss make Floran happy!", the green one happily proclaims, waving the robot goodbye. Once she is gone, Greensinger readjusts her thick glass- well, her thick glass frames, as the lenses are absent - and turns to the monitor.

"Yessss. No? Maybe?". The Floran tilts her head like a confused dog for a moment, but almost immediately she decides that trying to understand this strange person isn't worth the effort. "Not Floran treat. Floran treat lesssss vegetablesss, more gutssss and Meatman marrow." She points down at the bag. "Thisssss treat for meatmanss! Meatmansss like cabbage, yesss?"

"Well," Kiri nodded at the screen. "That's a weird transmission."

"Trick-or-treat?" Yale tilted his head, one canine ear perking up in confusion. "Isn't that a human custom?"

"Apparently no longer exclusive to humans."

"And it's a talking plant." He narrowed his beady white eyes at the screen.

"Yes."

"A plant. That talks."

"We've met weirder people."

"I don't think we have."

"Let's just go check it out." Kiri said with a shrug. She locked on to the transmission, and sent one of her own. "Hey, planet... person..." Not an auspicious start. "We got your message. You're dealing some... candy?" Candy was probably a euphemism for some kind of drug or other contraband. Worth at least a quick look.

"I am certain some meatman here will indeed enjoy it," replies the beige woman archly. Perhaps she does not consider herself a meatman? However, she hands the cabbage to another humanoid that was standing behind her. This one is male, extremely pale, and seems to have thin, ridged ears that reach from its chin to its forehead.

"We'll be in touch, Floran. You have attracted our attention."

And with that, the ship re-cloaks!

Oop: Just so ya'll know this profile is no where near complete at the moment. I'll update it this weekend when I'm not on my tablet.

"Treats huh?"A large bulky beast said, stroking his beard. His face was downright demonic, having long jagged pointy teeth jutting out of his jaws. It was a wodner he could speak with those teeth. He had a pair of long curled horns coming from his head. His tail was long and powerful, ending in a puff of fur. Firmly locked around his left arm was an arm canon, he forgot the model. Locked onto his back was a massive red glowing sword, with many ornate details. "Contact them! I want to know what this Trick or Treat is...."Thebeast ordered one of his udnerlings, a much smaller, less intimidating member of his species.

"Such nice flessshy.", says the plant person to herself once the ship disappears from sight. But right now there is more to worry about. So many people interested! Clearly cabbages are in high demand in this corner of the universe. There are more communications being open and she just opens all of them at once with a gentle punch of a certain console.

"Isssss Floran!", she proudly announces. "Issss treatsss for people who wear cossstumesss.", she adds, pointing at her bag.

"Costumes huh?"Goshahk said to himself, leaning forward and tapping his fingers together.

After a few moments Goshahk materialized on the floral zhip. He was wearing a dark blue trench coat. He was also wearing similar gloves, pants, and boots. "What are these treats you promised?" He asked looking down at the floran.