From mwolfe@kiln.isn.net Sat Jul 25 21:41:53 1998 Date: Mon, 20 Jul 1998 04:29:29 -0300 (ADT) From: Morgan Wolfe To: distribution:;;@kiln.isn.net (see end of body) Cc: INDIGO FLEET List Serve Newsgroups: alt.starfleet.rpg Subject: [INDIGO] Yamato: new life in the midst of death SD: 10720.0414 FMD: 7.1705 > > When Morgan arrived, Serra was walking around the room crushing a pillow. > He was forced to duck as the pillow arrowed towards his head. Lisa noticed > his arrival. "You are just in time for the interesting bits. This is the > walking around stage, but the panting & swearing stage is going to be very > shortly. The only thing Morgan could think of, was "I'm sorry..." Serra narrowed her eyes at him, almost hissing through clenched teeth. Morgan briefly thought of taking a shuttle and heading for the Dalridia fleet. He'd be safer there... > > > Serra had migrated to the bed, gripping the sheets as she pushed. Morgan > watched trying to help but feeling helpless. He watched as her face turned > red. Then the contraction passed and she relaxed. Turning to Morgan, Serra > smiled, and squeezing his hand she growled, "you bast...ooh damn" > > Mara double checked her scanner and then laid it down, "right, this is it. > Serra, after this, I want you not to push. I know it is hard, but it is > important. All right, now hold your breath and stop pushing. Hold it, you > are doing well, hold it.... now, now Serra, push. That is it, once more, > push." > > Morgan's hand was being crushed, but he couldn't help but watch in > fascination. A glimpse of dark, then it was a head. Another impossible > push, and shoulders. With infinite care, Mara gently turned the small body, > then it stopped being a lump. All of a sudden, he was looking at his baby. > Lisa lifted it free. Then a scream. The baby was crying a full throated > siren. His baby. > Morgan was awe struck at what was happening. Not only had he been blessed with a wonderful wife, one who could beat the hell out of him when he was out of line, but now the White Wolf (Arcturan religion for all who don't know) had blessed him with a healthy, loud, but healthy set of twins. He thought of what was in store for them, and who would guide them in their times of need. > > Morgan felt himself guided over to the bath and he marvelled at tiny > fingers and toes, counting each one. By the time the children were clean and dressed, Serra was sitting in the bed looking tired & happy. She held her arms out. Terrified of breaking his precious bundle, Morgan lowered it into her arms. Although he was neglecting Engineering at the moment, he knew that it was in capable hands. The orders had been posted to the repair crews, and everyone was doing what they could. He stayed with Serra until she had fallen asleep. The twins had been moved to a safer location in Sickbay, and Morgan still hadn't left his wife's side. He sat there watching her, looking so peaceful. He knew that soon, they would head into battle again, and he may never see them again. But if he died, he knew that he would die trying to protect that which he loved. FMD: 8.1435 SickBay Sleep was just starting to overtake the CEO when the klaxons screamed out. Red alert was ordered, they were heading back out to the front lines. Serra was awakened by the alert, and sat up. She looked panicked for a moment, then saw the children in the nursery. Morgan held her hand with his good one, saying all that needed to be said with that one touch. He slowly backed away from her, letting go of her hand, mouthing the words 'I'll be back' even though he felt in his heart that this would be the last time, the only time that they would be a family. He Leaned up against the wall in the corridor, and tried to compose himself before he went to work. He didn't know how long he had been there, eyes closed trying to concentrate, but the first impact to rock the ship brought him out of it. He called to engineering to find out how bad it was. "It's not good boss. That last shot on the shields started a feedbackin the relays. It looks like main impulse controls caught the brunt of it. They're still working, but only at about 65%." "Nothing yet," Ryoga replied to his absent chief. Ryoga looked at the displays one more time, the readings worse than before. There was the beginings of a cascade failure in the impulse drives. If it wasn't fixed soon, they wouldn't make it to tomorrow. Morgan arrived just before the DCT, and started to survey the damage. The person usually on duty here was slumped over a burnt out console. He gently pulled her off, only to find she was dead, half her face was charred and blackened. The main boards were blinking a warning about the failure in progress. He did a quick diagnostic while the DCT filed into the room. The subroutine to engage the secondaries had been damaged, and they had not initialized. He looked the team over, mentally assigning tasks to the best qualified people. "You two," he pointed to the farthest two people, "initiate the radation protocols, this may not be that bad, but we can't take the chance. You, and you," pointing at another 2 of the six person team, "check the rest of the systems linked to impulse control. i want you to make sure that they're not affacted." "That leaves you two to get main control back online. I'm going to manually switch over to the secondaries until it's fixed." The team split off into the assigned groups, while Morgan popped off a panel and crawled inside. He grabbed his kit and started to work on routing control to the secondaries when the ship was tossed about by a barage of fire. He smacked his head in the confined space, putting a cut above his left eye. He mentally cursed, he should be in engineering giving orders, not trying to do everything himself. He quickly finished the routing, and slid back out, checking the connection. It was good, and so was work on the main system. He made sure everything was in order before he started to leave. That was when it got bad. FMD: 1.1500 Main Impulse Control The bulkhead infront of him exploded in a hail of metal fragments and debris. The concussive force threw him against the back wall, a metal support bar peirceing his left shoulder and pinning him there. That saved him from being sucked out into space as the room was suddenly opened to the battlefield beyond. He was the lucky one in the room. The other two were ripped from their positions, he watched them try to stave off the enevitable, trying to hold onto something. Morgan couldn't move enough, reach far enough to save either of them, they flew into the vacuum, wriggled for a few moments, then grew still. It only took a few seconds for the emergency fields to be erected, but it was not soon enough to save them. Morgan forced himself along the bar, telling himself that if he couldn't get free, he would die. He could barely make out the ships outside, then the Yamato turned towards her assailant. It was close enough that Morgan could see phaser rakes across her hull, and debris trailinf from a hole in her hull. He estimated that it was in worse shape than Yamato, but not by much. When he got close to the end of the bar, after a few painful minutes, he stopped. If he pulled it out, he would probably start to bleed profusely. It wouldn't do any good if he bled to death before being able to try and save the ship. He reached behind with his prostetic arm, and concentrated on snapping the bar. It took some time to accomplish, but he managed to snap it off, and leave a bit of a bend at the end. He slowly slid it forward through until the bend caught, then he snapped off the front part, leaving about an inch protruding on each end. A phaser shot heated it enough to cauterize it for now. FMD: 8.1515 Main Impulse Control (or what's left of it) He stood up and shakily started to move when a new DCT arrived to deal with the hull breech. He paid them no mind, slowly making his way to engineering. This was going to be one hell of a long shift... Respectfully submitted, Lt. Morgan Wolfe CEO USS Yamato Timeline: 7.1805 (or there abouts) the twins arrive Karen 8.1435 Red alert sounded Alton 8.1500 hull breeched Jeff 8.1515 Wolfe finds himself in trouble...again Les > > NRPG: Sorry Les, I missed your post of so long ago, (even with Alton's > subtle hint). It wasn't until I went back to write in something for this > post that I found it & realised, DOH. You may shoot me. I hope this makes > up for it in part. Is okay, I haven't been able to do much online latley anyways, so I'm not going to shoot ya...if i did, there'd be noone to put me back together again :) "Follow orders? No chance. Orders are for those who don't know what to do, and that isn't my problem." -Lt (jg)Morgan Wolfe %%% overflow headers %%% To: Alton and Elizabeth Reich , areich1@juno.com, Dana Loeblich , Gabrielle Blair , Jeff Uribe , Jeffrey Jenkins , Josh Young , jyoung@nqks.com, jyoung@nqks.net, Karen Fainges , Kris Gant , Kristine Berg , Les Chappelle , Pat Schumacher %%% end overflow headers %%%