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==[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: What is a Texian?==
===David Kiel===
SD 2261.180  1836.065
The Alamo
"Yeah we're at the Alamo." Corbett said when he heard the trumpets and Spanish
battle cries. "And I'd say Santa Anna is about ready to attack."
Cedria didn't recognize any of those words and looked around for something to
use as a fan. "I don't suppose the horns represent the beginning of the
celebration and revelries? Perhaps accompanied by a feast of some sort?"
Stile shook his head. "Old Earth battle. An ugly one, and only two people
ultimately survive the Mexican charge."
Cedria did a quick count and hopefully offered a followup question. "It wasn't
us I suppose?"
"Not historically speaking, no."
"Hmmm, when was this battle?"
"This is March sixth, eighteen thirty-six." Corbett looked around as if he
recognized the place. To Cedria it looked dirty and small and not worth
fighting over.
Her mind was whirring through numbers though, years, places, orbital
inclinations and 500 odd years of stellar drift. "Texas is this?"
"Yep, we're going to need to find weapons."
"I am the Prime Minister of Trill."
"I think the heats getting to you, missy."
"Eighteen thirty-six, march six. Dawn by the look of it." Cedria gazed up at
the early morning sky and pointed to just above the horizon roughly south
southeast. "I am the Prime Minister of Trill, right over there, right now."
"Well unless you can send us some Cavalry that's not going to help."
Cedria smiled. "Trill was a little ahead of Earth at this point, I could send
air cover. Except for the fact that it's a different planet and all, and that
this isn't real."
Stile looked around, the air tasted like home, the stone looked real, smooth and
fresh but otherwise just like the ruins he'd grown up near. "You sure? Whoever
these smug Yankee bastards are they seem to have no end of spatial powers.
Perhaps time travel is one."
"They are telepaths. That's about all I know, but of that much Im sure. We
Trills are mildly telepathic. I don't think they were expecting that, and when
they were sending me to my `vision' I got lost. I've been wandering for, I'm
not sure. Seems like weeks though. How is my body doing?"
"Looked just fine to me." Corbett ran his hand over the wall, the texture was
perfect, exactly how he had imagined the place would have been when still in
use,… "Exactly as I imagined." He looked at Cedria. "Beginning to think you're
right, everything here is how I expect it to look. There should be a surprise,
something historians didn't know. Something washed away by time. A column that
was removed before historians got to marking everything to its place. The name
of a soldier's girlfriend carved in the wall, before the years wore it clean.
It matches what's in my head just a little too well."
"They fetched it out and set it up here."
"Well if you're Telepathic, can you tell what they're planning? What they're up
to? How their detention cell technology works, maybe?"
"No chance." She shook her head. "I can't even see what they really look like.
Their telepathic power is like a raging bonfire, each of them could easily burn
our brains to a crisp. Im a matchstick by comparison." She patted him on the
shoulder. "You're a bit of dry grass."
His eyes narrowed and his scowl showed his appreciation of her `compliment'.
"Well, miss Matchstick, the third charge of this fine morning left this place
overrun. We'd better find a way out before then. Or, a way to win this
battle."
Respectfully submitted;
David Kiel
Lt Cedria Zade,
NAV, USS HOOD NCC-1703
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