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<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Slaughter Time</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by | |||
Andrew Catterick 12-2-1996</h4> | |||
Stardate: 81202.2300<br> | |||
Scene: Reaver Base<br> | |||
MD: 7.1000<br> | |||
Loren had summoned up a lot of anger as he approached the wall, the Reavers | |||
not too far behind, and he had gone through the wall. He saw the Starfleet | |||
uniforms, so he thought that there was no trouble from that corner. | |||
"They're after me!" | |||
Despite the surprise the whole group had received upon Loren coming through | |||
the wall, Allard and his officers quickly raised their rifles both towards | |||
the wall and down the corridors. | |||
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Allard's rifle was pointed at the nearest wall, but he was still | |||
surprised when his tricorder suddenly registered movement directly in | |||
front of him. He was equally surprised when a hand reached from the | |||
solid wall and grabbed his rifle. | |||
The next thing that happened didn't surprise the security officer at all, | |||
but it did probably suprise whoever was on the end of his barrel as an | |||
energy burst shot forth. | |||
More of the walls or doors opened up to spill the figures of Reavers out | |||
onto the away team. | |||
[NRPG: Not going to have all the fun myself. Insert | |||
your favorite battle scenario here guys.] | |||
While blasts echoed around him, Loren ducked for cover as he had no | |||
weapon. He saw the figure of a Reaver begin to come through a nearby | |||
wall. The rest of the away team was busy firing on other forms emerging | |||
from all around them. | |||
As the Reaver figure began to emerge in front of him, an idea formed in | |||
Loren's mind. He began to concentrate, using his mental abilities to | |||
project certain feelings at the rapidly expanding opening...in the hopes | |||
of closing it before the Reaver could step through. | |||
The opening grew but slowed abruptly and then snapped shut. Half of the | |||
Reaver's body lay on the 'outside' of the would be opening while the | |||
other half remained on the other side. Loren smiled to himself as he | |||
attempted to enlist the aide of the telepath who called him to make use | |||
of this newfound weapon. | |||
Respectfully submitted,<br> | |||
Kevin Thigpen<br> | |||
USS FEYNMAN CNS<br> | |||
[NRPG: Had to add a little bit. I just felt like I should even the odds | |||
a little... :) . You can pass through the walls now Melanie. Now could | |||
somebody spare a phaser???] | |||