From mwolfe@kiln.isn.net Sun Jun 7 11:25:27 1998 Date: Sat, 28 Mar 1998 19:29:43 -0400 (AST) From: Morgan Wolfe To: Patrick Schumacher Cc: "Berg, Kristine" , "Chappelle, Les" , "Denniston, Vicke" , "Denniston, Vicke 2" , "Fianges, Karen" , Gateway , "Hamilton, George" , "Hill, Janis" , "Jenkins, Jeffrey J." , "Littleton, Jimmy" , "Reich, Alton 1" , "Reich, Alton 2" , "Thompson, Alexs" , "Trock, Jeffrey" , "Young, Josh" Subject: Re: USS YAMATO: "Who Will Be Strong and Stand with Me?" On Wed, 18 Mar 1998, Patrick Schumacher wrote: > MD 1.2155 > Scene: Holodeck > > > "Computer, begin bridge qualification test." > > The grid pattern of the Holodeck dissolved in a shimmer and was replaced > with a Bridge pattern of the YAMATO. Morgan was standing in the > turbolift at the rear of the Bridge. The doors were open, and there was > activity bustling about. > > "Status report." Morgan called, stepping out of the turbolift and moving > towards the CONN chair. > > "All systems show green, sir." Lt. Driver replied from OPS. "Proceeding > at Warp 3.2 to the Conference at Menaari Prime." > > Wolfe sat in the center chair, a faint note of disgust. It looked as if > this was to be another diplomatic scenario. > > "We are being hailed from the Tellimite Station on Baradus IV." reported > Kulunus, the Zoldan officer at Tactical. > > "On screen, moron." Morgan replied. While Kunulus was not a real person > on board the YAMATO, the holographic officer had appeared in several of > the practice scenarios. Other than being noted for their webbed > fingers, Zoldans were most noted for their intense dislike of courtesy. > Morgan had learned they liked it better when you insulted them. Sort of > a masocistic race... > > Kunulus smiled at the reply, and put the communication through. A > desperate figure appeared on the viewer. The transmission was slightly > broken up. > > "This is Commander Detmer of Tellimite Station." he said, "We are > suffering from an outbreak of Zelalian Fever. Our medical supplies are > nearly exhausted. We need assistance. We may not last more than another > day without inoculations to counter the effects of the disease." > > Morgan listened. "Distance to Tellimite Station?" he asked his > officers. > > "Four hundred nintey seven thousand light years. Three hours at Warp > 8.0" Driver replied. > > "Any other ships in the area able to respond to this call, maggot?" > Wolfe asked further. > > Kulunus stood and replied, there is only us that can respond. No other > ships are within a two day range. > > "Helm, lay in a course for Tellimite Station, engage at warp nine." > Morgan sat back down. "Inform Starfleet Command that we will be delayed > in arriving for the Conference." Morgan added happily. > > The scenario proceeded smoothly for the next forty-five minutes. > Suddenly, Kulunus had a new report. "Priority transmission from > Starfleet Command." > > "On screen." > > A large octupus looking creature appeared on the viewer. While not > wearing a typical uniform, the pips on his collar and the communication > on his chest marked him as an Admiral. > > "Mr. Wolfe you are hereby ordered to cease and desist. Return to your > original heading. We have recieved Tellimite's distress call and have > dispacthed the medical frigate THOMAS to deal with the problem." > > Morgan turned an looked quizically at his TAC officer. Kulunus pushed > several buttons. He looked back at Wolfe. > > "The THOMAS is only capable of Warp six. They will not arrive for > another thirty-one hours." he answered the unasked question softly. > > "Admiral, the station members won't last that long. Most of them will > be dead before the THOMAS even gets close. We can be there in another > two hours...." > > "NO! The admiral barked. You are to return to course to the conference > at once." With that the channel went dead. > > Morgan looked around the bridge. What he was thinking was borderline treason. He was glas that this was just a test, and not an actual command decesion. Not that it would have mattered. "Helm, lay in course for the station. Warp 9.9." "Sir, the engines won't last long at that power output. They will last about ten minutes." "I know that dammit. These admirals just don't know what it's like out here anymore. Hit it." The ship shuddered as it increased to maximum speed. Although he would cut the travel time down drastically, it was tough on the ship. "Evacuate everyone to decks 1-6. As soon as you've done that, cut all power to every deac except 1-6 and main engineering. Reroute emergency power to the containment field. That should get us to the station, or close enough to dispatch a runabout with the needed supplies." The tac officer looked down at him. "We'll bounce it out at high warp and change course back to the conference." This drew a look again, "Look,just follow my order ya denebian slime devil." "Aye sir." He hoped that this was the right decision. Blindly following orders is an officers greatest assest and weakness. Not following could be disasterous. Morgan got up and walked back to the engineering station. He accessed the engineering vitals and kept a close eye on the containment field. Hopefully it would hold out long enough to save a few people. Respectfully submitted, Lt. Morgan Wolfe CEO USS YAMATO "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