From bullseye@earthlink.net Sun Jun 7 11:20:06 1998 Date: Wed, 18 Mar 1998 23:55:14 -0700 From: Patrick Schumacher To: "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" , "Schumacher, Patrick J." , "Thompson, Alexs" , "Trock, Jeffrey" , "Young, Josh" Subject: USS YAMATO: "Who Will Be Strong and Stand with Me?" SD:100318.2400 MD: 1.2150 > The meeting drew to a close & Stem dismissed his officers. Alex left the > room, only to hear a psst behind him. Lisa was leaning against the wall. > "Going my way sailor?" > > "You say the strangest things sometimes." > > "You try keeping your languages straight when you keep changing your syntax > every 50 years or so. Anyway, I am in dire need of a place to relax. Can > you recommend anything?" Alex smiled, almost reluctantly, then relaxed and leaned back against the bulkhead near the Observation Lounge door. "Yeah," he agreed to himself out loud "I've been a bit overboard myself lately. I could use some 'down' time." Lisa bit back a wicked grin. "Wasn't exactally what I had in mind." she said slyly. Connor looked at her, chargrinned. She had such a *direct* way about her. "Alright, you." he chided her good-naturedly, then softened his tone. "Your quarters, thirty minutes. No cousins this time, I want you all to myself." If it were possible, Lisa's grin widened. Alex felt simultanious fear and attraction. "I need to swing by Engineering and the Bridge before I can break away." he added. "Medical as well, unless you want to vouch for them youself." "We're as prepared as we can be, for not having an actual emergancy in the vicinity." Mara replied, her face becoming all professional for the moment. "I can only hope that it stays that way." Alex answered grimly. Lisa smiled, following it with a hand on Alex's shoulder. "As do we all." she squeezed his shoulder, then let it brush briefly down his chest. She turned. "Don't be long." she called as she walked away. Alex watched her go. He exhaled, then turned to look out the port window at the stars beyond. There were pinpricks of light through the curtain of darkness. Alex watched them silently as Counselor Mahs walked by. He wondered at the dangers lurking somewhere out there, how close they were right now. 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. Respectfully Submitted Pat Schumacher-aka Alexander Bonn Connor First Officer USS Yamato Paul: What *do* you do? All; So this doesn't eactacally help the mission along, it should *almost* kill the loose threads. I'll try to get a mission related post out this weekend. Karen: All yours if you want details, but we *do* have work to do.