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<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Holosetup (The Meeting)</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Jason Bostjancic 9-27-1996</h4> | |||
The holodeck project had kept Tarrant busy | |||
during most of his free time. (At least that which | |||
he spent between the Feynman and the Husnock ship.) | |||
Cmdr. Zane had told him that it was his turn create the | |||
setting for their next big meeting. Many ideas ran through | |||
the CEO's mind as prospective locations... eventually | |||
though he decided to stick with an Earth theme. After a | |||
little research his choice was easily made. | |||
"Computer.. run program Tarrant Alpha One"<br> | |||
<Program is already in progress><br> | |||
Tarrant was surprised. Who could be playing around with | |||
his program. But all attempts at finding out were thwarted. | |||
Finally he gave up and entered. | |||
The 'public bath' was a fairly small structure, lit by torches. | |||
White pillars, adorned with magnificent sculpted art, separated | |||
assorted stalls where the command crew would change into the | |||
appropriate garb. Entering one would automatically replicate the | |||
outfit for the person. As an added touch he had the room | |||
adorned with busts of the command crew. | |||
"And now..." said Tarrant to nobody in particular as | |||
he stepped into a stall, "the final test." | |||
The small door behind him shut and made a particularly | |||
unpleasant locking sound. The white robe and accessories | |||
replicated themselves on a hook. But when Tarrant attempted | |||
to figure out how the items were to be worn he found it was quite | |||
a mystery, and would probably be so to his guests. | |||
"Computer, provide a holographic image of each stall's current | |||
occupant as they enter, approx 1/3 actual size, wearing garments | |||
exact to those replicated." | |||
The image of himself emerged wearing the outfit. | |||
"Computer, have it rotate on a z-axis, 0.2 radians per second." | |||
The image began turning, and gave a perfect view of how | |||
the belt, toga, and headpiece were to be worn. Along with | |||
the optional short sword. | |||
As soon as the outfit was complete the door behind him | |||
unlocked and opened, revealing brilliant sunlight. | |||
As he walked out, Tarrant found himself surrounded by cheers | |||
as thousands of people looked down at him from the colosseum's | |||
seats. The 'theator' had no roof, as white pillars formed the circle | |||
around which the seats were placed, allowing a great view of the | |||
center oval which was primarily dirt. | |||
A line of horses were lined up to the left with attachments behind them. | |||
A pair walked up to his location, pulling what the computer had | |||
called a chariot. As he was examining the rather dangerous | |||
contraption a figure rose in the stands and quieted the masses. | |||
Looking up, Tarrant tried to figure why they were so quiet. A | |||
growl from a newly opened door signaled why. Two great tigers | |||
emerged, blinded temporarily by the sunlight. They were absolutely | |||
huge, over twice the size of a normal man. What's worse, Tarrant | |||
hadn't programed them. | |||
All faces were turned towards what was obviously the emperor's box. | |||
As they waited the command. | |||
"RIDE... or DIE!" shouted the figure in a particularly | |||
familiar voice. | |||
"Um.. computer? Are the holodeck safties..." he didn't finish. | |||
One of the cats spotted Tarrant and began leaping toward him. | |||
Causing the second to follow. Quickly, the CEO jumped on to the | |||
chariot, grabbed the reins, and rushed off. The tigers were in close | |||
pursuit, and the crowd cheered.. | |||
Twice around the circle he went before yet another door opened. | |||
Tarrant barely maneuvered the chariot into the right direction | |||
as the tigers lept around him, always barely missing. He had just | |||
entered when the stone mass slammed shut, barely stopping the | |||
great cats. | |||
"Welcome Citizen Koreth." The greeting was echoed in | |||
unison by a woman and man who both seemed to be wearing | |||
'smaller' versions of his toga. "Congratulations on your win." | |||
Tarrant finally caught his breath, as a voice started laughing | |||
uncontrollably from further in the chamber. | |||
"Win? That's not what I call it, it was luck!" Said Bat between | |||
chuckles as he emerged. "Computer.. Lights, 80%" | |||
"You.. how did... nevermind." The CEO knew the old bartender | |||
was good, but was surprised that he was already there. | |||
The same white pillar setting made up the room, with | |||
a huge stone table and chairs in the center. In fact, Bat had | |||
already set up his buffet with some rather unusual items. One | |||
of which he picked up and handed to Tarrant, | |||
"It's a gyro, Mr. Koreth. It was the best I could do on Greek | |||
cuisine on such short notice." he motioned to a flight of | |||
steps which Tarrant hadn't included originally. "I made a few | |||
little additions." | |||
Tarrant followed the old bartender up and found himself in | |||
a private box in the stands. The view was perfect. And in | |||
the same location as the voice from earlier. | |||
"Oh, and as far as the computer knows, I am the | |||
emperor," Bat smirked then shouted, "RIDE.. or DIE!" | |||
<NRPG> | |||
A little different than our usual, a little more 'interactive'. | |||
Remember, your CEO will make sure that the crew will<br> | |||
have little chance to just voice edit the scenario..<br> | |||
(Then again Zane does have over-ride access ;) )<br> | |||
The safeties *are* on. And the two 'receptionists'<br> | |||
will take those who make it to Bat's private box<br> | |||
where all can wait and watch <G><br> | |||
Have fun.<br> | |||
Respectfully,<br> | |||
Jason<br> | |||
Commander Tirrin Vorak - XO - USS CAESAR AUGUSTUS<br> | |||
Lieutenant Tarrant L. Koreth - CEO - USS FEYNMAN<br> | |||
Potest esse nur unus<br> | |||