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"Quoth the Raven 'Nevermore'"<br> | "Quoth the Raven 'Nevermore'"<br> | ||
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Stop the Ride, I Want to Get Off! (Cont.)</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Michael "Mike" Dailey 8-27-1996</h4> | |||
> "By now, they must know that someone destroyed that tractor beam.<br> | |||
> We also must assume that they know someone is or was here."<br> | |||
J.C. tried to suppress a coughing spell, fighting away the stabbing | |||
pain. * Spirits, a few hours ago I was roasting! The temperature must be | |||
close to 90, and I'm freezing!* Sitting on the ground near LT. Koreth | |||
and the others, he tried to curl up and get warmer, with no luck. | |||
"Sirs, maybe if we could... *COUGH COUGH COUGH*... no, I'll be fine. If | |||
we could somehow trick the Nausicians or Pirates to beam us onto their | |||
ship, if they thought we had something valuable they *COUGH COUGH*" J.C. | |||
glanced up at the two LT's, his face gone quite pale and shivering... | |||
With a blank, glazed expression, he looked deep into the eyes of Koreth, | |||
and then Meleah. "Sarge, when are we going back to the dorm? I don't | |||
feel too well." Meleah looked up at Koreth, whose eyes grew wide. | |||
"Sarge, I know the Commandant will be disappointed, but I'm getting | |||
worse." J.C. rubbed his shoulders to get warmer. "Really, Sarge. I know | |||
our first away-team exercise only lasts one more night, but I'll take it | |||
again. Cadet Hahn could take me to the Medic Station....COUGH COUGH | |||
COUGH" | |||
Submitted,<br> | |||
Mike Dailey<br> | |||
Splatter2@qtm.net<br> | |||
Ensign J.C. Allard SEC-TAC - USS FEYNMAN - SILVER FLEET<br> | |||
Lieutenant D'doj Zzawj Ckorji, MD - CMO - USS CONSTITUTION - INDIGO<br> | |||
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Just prodding an idea on, before J.C. klonks out.... | |||
Cheers! | |||
Mike |
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