From morak@txdirect.net Wed May 27 08:31:01 1998 Date: Fri, 22 May 1998 22:21:12 -0600 From: JP To: INDIGO FLEET List Serve Subject: [INDIGO] USS PROMETHEUS : It was a good day to die, PT 1 [The following text is in the "ISO-8859-1" character set] [Your display is set for the "US-ASCII" character set] [Some characters may be displayed incorrectly] ---OFFICIAL INDIGO FLEET TRANSMISSION--- Date: Fri, 22 May 1998 23:16:01 -0000 From: "JP" Subject: [INDIGO] USS PROMETHEUS : It was a good day to die, PT 1 Prometheus : sorry for you getting this twice.. 1) I broke it down more, so it is easier and quicker to download... 2) I forgot to send this to the Fleet Server... So, see what happens when I have a huge post to mess with!!!! > < address got deleted also.. so, here is Part 1, btw, it is posted to the > NG>> > > > ================== > Scene Counsellor's office > FMD 4.1300 > ================== > > Kyran sat down, and looked around the room. These places always > made him nervous. Granted, with Johansen, he was a little more relaxed, > but, that was because the man could play Klin'zha, and, therefore, it was > not > as intimidating. > > Lexaura was no stranger to the klingon mentality. While her > experience with actual klingons was limited, in comparison to trills > or humans, she had a certain commodore friend who had adopted the > klingon tradition. > > "Don't worry, Commander," she said, eyeing the Chief Security > Officer. > > "I am NOT worried." > > She nodded, almost mockingly. "Good." She moved around her desk > to sit beside him. "I only have a few questions to ask you. I know > you were on Kenfald's schedule before mine, and I hear she has been > doing 'complete' exams." Lexaura smiled. > > Kyran cleared his throat. > > "Tough room," she muttered. "Given the current potential > situation with Dalriada and your responsibilities should we go to > battle, I wondered what I could do to better support you." > > "Support me?" he asked incredulously. "I do not 'need' your > support. I perform my duties well. I would notrequire the > assistance, or 'support,' of the ship's counselor." > > "That wasn't exactly what I meant." > > "What did you mean?" > > "I have a lifetime of experience as a security officer - " > > "From what I read, you must not have been very good, Counselor." > He interupted. > > She nodded, to allow him to continue. > > "I believe it was Desig who served almost 30 years before he even > earned a comission as an officer." > > She nodded again. "That is correct. You did your homework. I > wouldn't expect anything less of our Chief Security Officer." > > Kyran grimaced, slightly. This counselor was definately different > than Johanson. > > "To continue," she said, "what I meant by support, was on a > personal level. I know the importance of family to a klingon. Given > the circumstances, I wondered what family you had aboard this ship. > Who do you talk to? Who do you exercise with? Who do you spend your > time with?" > > "I prefer to exercise by myself. Not many people are up to the rigors I > place upon myself. I need to be able to rely on myself, and very few other > people are able to keep up with me." > > "I see." > > "I don't even see why I had to come here, other than under regulations! I > need nobody to share my 'feelings' with! My job comes first, and, if > necessary, I have a wonderful program to work just about anything out!" > > "Let me guess, a program in which you are fighting numerous other warriors, > all better armed and prepared than you?" > > "How did you know!? Have you been checking my personal holodeck files?" > Kyran fumed. > > "No. Just typical." > > "Well, it works, and, I see no need in changing something that is working > fine." Kyran replied indignantly. > > "Well, that's good you have something that works. If you need any other > ideas or help, please be sure to ask." > > "*harumph* I'll be certain to keep that in mind." > > ============= > FMD 5.1500 > Scene Holodeck II > ============= > > Kyran and Major Gulik looked over the results of the preliminary exercise > that they had participated in. "There, you see? Jaz is resorting to what I > refer to as 'Pirate' Tactics! He had his men in ambush at all the key > areas. Now, there is bound to be a way that can be circumvented. And, if > there is a way, I want to know, because I am going to plan on the Dalriada > using it." > > "That is a good point. Perhaps, some of the jefferies tube accesses can be > used to enter behind their lines of defenses." > > "That's possible. We are going to have to check out the Engineering specs > to see if that could be possible on this ship." > > ======================= > FMD 6.1615 > Scene Troop Transporter Room > ======================= > > "Shields are down now sir!" > > "GO! GO! Energize!" Kyran and Gulik yelled at the same time. As the bodies > of the Security and Marine forces quickly disappear to take their prize. > And, take their prize they would, for, if they did not come back victorius, > they knew that Kyran would not be pleased, and it's not exactly nice to > anger a klingon. Especially one who prefers to wear his daggers even when > he is sleeping. He looked towards Jaz, who had come aboard the PROMETHEUS > in order to review some of the other exercises that had been completed on > the Holodeck. > > "Well, scrawny one, we just sit and wait. They have beamed over, and are > preparing to take their prize." He said in his deep, resonating voice. > Exactly what you would expect from a walking mountain. > > "Waiting was never my strong suit. What say we review some of the prior > exercises, you walking mound of earth?" Kyran jibed at his friend. > > "Sounds good to me." > > [Team Alpha to Nest.] > > "Go ahead, Alpha," Kyran replied. > > [We have encountered resistance at all main points of interest.] > > "Understood. Let me know when you capture the flag. Nest out." Kyran > replied. > > ================ > Scene Security Office > FMD 6.1630 > ================ > > Kyran and Jaz were going over the reports from the previous exercises > conducted on the Holodecks, and were also reviewing what had gone wrong > with the current exercise. Grandted, they had been able to take control of > one of the ships, but, in the end, they had lost. Just then, the call to > General Quarters sounded. > > "What the hell?!" Jaz cried out. > > "I don't know but, I am going to find out!" > > "I've got to get back to the AGAMEMNON!" > > "No, you aren't! GQ, buddy... That means shields are up. Nobody is going > anywhere!" Kyran said as both men rushed for the bridge. > > "Dammnit! I NEED to be on the AGAMEMNON!" > > "Sorry, not my rules. Looks like you are here for a little while longer." > > ========== > Scene Bridge > FMD 6.1635 > ========== > > Kyran and Jaz rushed into the Bridge just as A'Vanya was leaving. "Be > careful, Kyran." She said, giving his arm a squeeze as she left. > > Abruptly Sovak's commbadge sounded, and the voice of the new Operations > officer spoke out of the air: [Talon to Commander Sovak. Mister Phoenix > will > accompany me to the battle bridge and act as my Navigator unless instructed > otherwise.] > > The Vulcan looked down at his chest briefly, as if irritated at the > distraction, and answered shortly: "Understood, Commander. Lt. Phoenix is > at your disposal." > > The brief interruption was immediately forgotten, however. > > "Sir!" suddenly rang out Chaz's excited voice as the turbolift doors > finally > hissed shut on his sulky subordinate. "There are over twenty ships coming > in!" > > "Be precise, Mr. Modix," Sovak said coolly. "This is no time for > inaccuracies." > > "Twenty-six... twenty-seven, twenty-eight!" counted Chaz aloud in reply. > > "Oh, my God!" Jaz whispered out, but, still loud enough for the entire > bridge to hear. > > Their despair became almost total at Chaz's next chilling words: "Captain," > he > said quietly, though in the heightened tension of the bridge, each word > sounded as loud as a thunderclap, "they've launched missiles." > > "How many, Mr. Modix?" inquired Sovak, seemingly indifferent to the rising > tension as the pulverizers streaked toward their targets. > > "More than a hundred....... estimate one hundred and twenty, sir!" > > Shocked expressions greeted this demoralizing announcement. Everyone knew > the > test results showed that only a little over thirty per cent of those > devastating warheads could be taken out by the counter-measures they had > been > practicing. > > If the silence was thick before, now it was positively suffocating. No one > dared to move, as if wishing they could simply wake up from this nightmare. > Sovak looked around, noting the unnatural stillness, a part of him wanting > to > say something inspiring, or even comforting, that might mean something to > these emotional creatures, but not having idea what they might want to > hear. > > [BATRON 9, take out those missiles with your torpedoes!] > > "Mr. Modix," Sovak said firmly. "Fire a full spread of torpedoes toward the > incoming missiles." > > "Aye, aye, sir!" exclaimed the Chamelean TAC officer grimly, his finger > stabbing the console in front of him. > > "I should not be here!" Jaz said, looking helpless and useless. > > "We can't get you back now, Jaz. Stay here and help us out." Kyran said, > rushing to a console to help out wherever he could. > > On the viewscreen, tiny points of light sped from into view in a straight > line, joining others that were already emanating from the AGAMEMNON and the > NOVA, shortly followed by the even more from the rest of the Starfleet > vessels > present. Together they looked like a swarm of slowly receding candle flames > against the backdrop of endless night. > > All eyes remained fixed on them until the speakers once again boomed forth > with Slick's voice: [Squadron, this is COMBATRON 9. The AGAMEMNON and the > PROMETHEUS will delay the Dalriada with the countermeasures while the NOVA > and the rest of the squadron make a tactical withdrawal to Starbase > OMEGA..] > > "Acknowledge that signal, Mr. Modix," Sovak commanded, knowing an oral > message was unnecessary and that Slick would have enough to do without the > added distraction.. > > "Done, sir," immediately answered Chaz, though several worried looks were > exchanged as the bridge crew realized that order might well become their > death > sentence. > > [COMBATRON 9, this is AGINCOURT... a 'tactical withdrawal'? With all due > respect, you're off your bloody rocker. We've been training to fight for > the past week... let's do it..] > > Kyran heard the comment from the CO of the FARTHINGTON, and agreed with the > sentiment whole-heartedly. Better to die in battle, than to run with your > tail tucked between your legs. > > The ominous sight of the Dalriadan ships forming up seemed to fill the > screen > before him. Off to one side, the crew could see the NOVA turning > ponderously, > firing even more torpedoes as she went, heading back to OMEGA, followed > slowly > by the rest of the squadron, save only th AGAMEMNON. And, of course, the > PROMETHEUS.. > > Since they were already in position, there was nothing to do but wait for > the > inevitable onslaught. Unless, thought many of the bridge crew staring at > the > retreating starships, you were lucky enough to have orders to turn and > run.... > > Another voice rang in: [COMBATRON 9, this is COURAGEOUS... I concur with > AGINCOURT. Let's kick some ass.] > > Several of the ships, AGINCOURT AND COURAGEOUS among them, seemed to > hesitate, hanging in space as they appealed to the squadron commander for > the chance to stay and fight instead of the ignominious retreat they had > been ordered to > perform. > > "Sir?" inquired Chaz quietly, his hand poised over the squadron comm > channel. > > "Captain Slick will handle this, Mr. Modix," the Vulcan said flatly, > without > turning around. "They have their orders." > > [Squadron, my last order stands. If you do not comply, make no mistake, we > will all be wiped out in a matter of moments, failing to deliver the > information we've gathered over the past few days to OMEGA. Withdraw now.] > > [COMBATRON 9, this is--] protested a fourth voice. > > This time, though, he did not get to complete yet another useless statement > of > defiance. Slick immediately cut in, shouting now: [GET THE HELL OUT OF > HERE! > THAT IS A F$%KING ORDER!] > > What seemed like a loud hiss now sounded from the speakers, as the > resulting > hush was magnified in everyone's mind tenfold. Many felt their hearts > bursting with > pride and admiration for their Captain, despite the desperate situation. > > "Sir....." began Chaz, speaking from an unconscious desire break the > silence > that weighed so heavily on everyone right now. > > "Wait, Mr. Modix." interrupted the Vulcan, still not moving, his gaze fixed > on > the distant missiles that might well mean their doom.. > > [PROMETHEUS, fall in a line abreast of the AGAMEMNON.] announced Slick's > voice, calmer now and full of grim determination. [Activate all remaining > Wild > Weasel units. We'll need to hold them off for the NOVA and the rest of the > squadron for as long as possible. Good luck, Sovak.] > > Sovak decided to acknowledge Slick's orders in a manner the crew was > accustomed to. He could not, of course, provide them any emotional comfort, > except by acting as expected and adding a touch of familiar to what was > about > to become a very grim situation indeed. > > "The result of the impending conflict will rely upon the comparative > performances of our ships and crews," he stated calmly, taking his eyes off > the screen and allowing them to rove around the bridge briefly as he spoke. > "However, I understand it is a human custom to wish one good luck before > entering a potentially harmful or trying situation. Therefore, good luck > as > well, Captain." > ------------- Part one... Part two following... JP LCDR Kyran, SEC, USS PROMETHEUS ***This message sent by an official member of Indigo Fleet*** Are you also posting your message to the newsgroup?!!! ---END TRANSMISSION---