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<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: On the Run!</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Michael "Mike" Dailey 8-16-1996</h4> | |||
SD: 80816<br> | |||
MD: 6.2330 [ALMOST 7.00!!!]<br> | |||
SCENE: ON THE RUN<br> | |||
J.C. launched himself over the balcony railing, where LtCdr. Maril, | |||
Ens. Lee, and the others were, watching the events in the shattered and | |||
decrepit building across the street. He landed quite harder than he had | |||
thought, though only hurting his pride. Looking up to CPO Alex Tamarov, | |||
he quietly motioned for his aide to join him. Alex paused a moment, | |||
unsure of jumping down the distance of four meters. J.C. waved him on | |||
again, growing impatient, worried that Commander Maril or someone else | |||
would notice them. Alex finally gathered his nerve and jumped, nearly | |||
landing on top of Justin. J.C. whispered, "Come on, we've got to see | |||
what those other 'fleet officers we saw talking to those Nausicans are | |||
up to. If they're part of the Grey Fleet, maybe we can learn a little | |||
information from them." They began crawling slowly away from the | |||
building they were lodged as guests of the Orion Pirate Queen. | |||
Alex whispered in return, "Mr. Allard, I think Commander Maril is | |||
going to be very upset with us.", J.C. waved him silent, "If we do this | |||
right, Maril will be happily quoting Tamarian metaphors for the next | |||
week. One thing I learned from my academy squad leader; what Senior | |||
Officers don't know won't hurt you!" They both broke a smile, and then | |||
J.C. motioned for silence, and started them moving across and down the | |||
street to the shattered one-story building. | |||
It was about 2300 hrs., the street was all but deserted, not that | |||
this was a busy neighborhood anyway. In addition to the steamy and | |||
muggy 88 deg. F temperature which was cool compared to the daily sauna, | |||
they had to contend with alosmt no natural light, as the planet had no | |||
satellites. They crossed the street and approached the building, the | |||
front of which had two old-style ground cars that had found their final | |||
resting place. Beside the cars was a rather large pile of what appeared | |||
to be half junk, half garbage with the garbage half giving off a | |||
distinct odor that could turn and humaniods' stomach inside-out! They | |||
stopped behind it, and J.C. turned to Alex. He looked down at the | |||
ground, and rubbed his hand lightly over the warm, damp soil. Scooping | |||
up a handful, J.C. rubbed some onto his forehead and cheeks, motioning | |||
for Alex to do likewise. Alex grabbed a handful, and started to say | |||
something, but J.C. covered his mouth, and whispered in his ear, "TAC | |||
hand signals, just like night maneuvers at the academy". J.C. dug inside | |||
his pocket, removing his comm badge. If captured, they could explain the | |||
Phaser's as stolen, but comm badges were another matter, and if they | |||
went off an the wrong moment... Alex did the same, and they buried them | |||
and put an old liquor bottle on top of the spot as a marker. | |||
J.C. peered around the junk pile to the building, but couldn't see | |||
inside, being at the wrong angle to look inside the front window. He | |||
motioned for Alex to follow. He pointed to the building, then made a | |||
circle motion, meaning to go around the side and back. They started | |||
cautiously, the bolted for the side row of windows about 2.5 meters high | |||
and 4 meters wide. They nearly crashed into the wall, and Alex sliding | |||
as if stealing 3rd base. J.C. uprighted himself, and kneeled, making a | |||
cup with his hands and gesturing to Alex to be boosted up, since he was | |||
lighter by a few kg. | |||
Alex carefully put one foot into his commander's hand, and tried to | |||
grab onto the window ledge for support. The windows were closed and | |||
flush with the outside wall, probably for some antique cooling system to | |||
operate inside the condemned building. Alex peered inside, and seen the | |||
group of two Starfleet officers in red, and three Nausicans... only for | |||
a few seconds. The Nausican barked something into a communicator and a | |||
transporter enveloped all five. Alex hopped down, and kneeled beside | |||
J.C.,"Two officers in command. I didn't recognize them and couldn't make | |||
out their ranks, but I did see quite a few pips. Nothing on the | |||
Nausicans though. They must have beamed to their ship", Alex whispered, | |||
looking around to make sure they were alone. | |||
J.C. glanced up towards the sky, "Alex, I sure hope Captain Zane or | |||
someone on the FEYNMAN detects that ship." Gesturing to the back, J.C. | |||
whispered turned to face Alex, "let's see if we can get inside from the | |||
rear." J.C. slowly rose. Alex started to, then stopped and sat back | |||
down, his face turning bright white. J.C. kneeled down to inquire, but | |||
was stopped short by a loud unfamiliar voice. | |||
"H'ta fvau! Lloannen'galae th'ann." One weapon was trained on the | |||
side of each of their heads, from behind them came another deeper, cold | |||
sounding voice, "Vah-udt? Au'e rekkhai ,Erei'riov!." Alex opened his | |||
hand to allow his Phaser to drop to the warm black soil slowly with a | |||
thud. J.C. did the same... | |||
Submitted<br> | |||
Mike Dailey<br> | |||
Splatter2@qtm.net<br> | |||
Ens. Jusin C.M. Allard, SEC-TAC ISS FEYNMAN - SILVER FLEET<br> | |||
LT. D'doj Ckorji MD - CMO USS CONSTITUTION - INDIGO FLEET<br> | |||
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Hmmmm.... poor guys. Everyone one the FEYNMAN and TYPHOON are | |||
having a real party, and we feel left out <GGGG>! Hey! Where is | |||
everybody???? | |||
Cheers!<br> | |||
Mike<br> | |||