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<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Ready-Room</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by | |||
Jason Bostjanic 2-13-1996</h4> | |||
Scene: Shuttlebay<br> | |||
MD: 10950<br> | |||
WO Charles Dunnon was on duty in the shuttlebay, and unfortunately | |||
he found himself paired up with CPO Norris. It wasn't that Norris was | |||
hard to get along with... it was quite the opposite. | |||
"..and then, get this sir, little Betsy started to eat the marigolds! | |||
Just up and started chewin on them right in front of Mr. Yorktown | |||
himself. " | |||
The skinny petty officer couldn't have weighed more than 105 lbs. | |||
In fact, Dunnon found it partially amazing that the PO was able to | |||
go down in the turbolift without being lifted off of the floor. | |||
After a while he was usually able to phase him out, but then other | |||
times his stories were so ludicrus that he couldn't help but remark | |||
on them... and that would always lead to another story. | |||
"A goat... on the grounds of Starfleet Academy, eating the Admiral's | |||
flowers." There was a tinge of disbelief behind those words. | |||
Dunnan had hoped that his counterpart would have picked it | |||
up, but it blew by. | |||
"Yes sir, you can imagine how hard it was for us not to start cracking | |||
up laughing, because well... you see there was this one time that me | |||
and this guy Brian laughed at... did I tell you about Brian?" | |||
"Let me see, he was the one whose mother claimed to be transwarped | |||
back in time, and gave Zephram Cochran the idea for warp travel, | |||
but then was pulled back through the Mt. Fiji time portal to come home." | |||
He stared, dead eyed, at Norris, almost praying that he would get the | |||
hint. | |||
"That's the one! Only it wasn't Mt. fiji, it was the Great Pyramid in | |||
Egypt. Mt. Fiji was the volcano that my Uncle first dove into with | |||
his thermoprotective tephlon suit... " | |||
Duncan could only shake his head. There was no way to get through. | |||
Luckily the sound of his communicator beeped in. Mouthing the | |||
words 'thank you' he tapped his badge. | |||
"Dunnon here." | |||
<This is Cartwright, I need you to start running some diagnostics on | |||
the TOMONAGA. The lieutenant is planning on making some | |||
changes on the shuttle, but we need a full check on it before we | |||
start.> | |||
"It will be a *pleasure*, in fact I'll get right on it." | |||
Bringing up his most sympathetic face he turned to Norris, "Sorry, | |||
duty calls. You'll just have to tell me some other time." | |||
Without waiting for a reply, he turned and headed towards the | |||
TOMONAGA. Once inside, Dunnan fired up the shuttle and began | |||
running the checks. The soft hum of the power was such a | |||
nice change compared to the non-stop chatter he would normally | |||
have to bare. | |||
.............. | |||
'Ahhh.. yes. It is time. I had wanted to just start with one.. but | |||
the both of you should do fine. Let's see... I'll let the | |||
little one watch as you die.... warrant officer. | |||
Let's see, should I break his neck, or cut it. Cutting caused | |||
so much blood.. but it would also cause the most fear, and | |||
it was certainly more... disturbing to watch. | |||
Yes I... No. He's talking... the communicator. No.. where | |||
are you going? Don't... ahhhh. That's it, go to the shuttle. | |||
It will make things so much more interresting. In fact... | |||
*That* is it! How perfect... YOU will be the first little one. | |||
It won't be as painful as I'd like... but you will do just fine... | |||
It would have been only a matter of time anyway... | |||
you all must die. | |||
......... | |||
<Bridge to shuttle bay> | |||
"Norris here. What's up?" | |||
<Where's Officer Dunnan? Sensors and visual just went | |||
off line down there. The back-ups too. Is everything all | |||
right?> | |||
"Looks so to me... Dunnan is running diagnostics on a | |||
shuttle, I'll look into it. Norris out." | |||
He never got a chance to turn around. A hard blow to the | |||
back of his head brought the CPO into blackness. | |||
.......... | |||
<Warning... warning... shuttlebay doors opening.> | |||
Dunnan looked out the shuttle window and found that | |||
the doors really were opening. | |||
<Bridge to Dunnan, what is going on down there! Have | |||
you opened the bay doors?> It was captain Zane, and | |||
he sounded.. well pissed. | |||
"I uh... no sir. I've been running diagnostics. CPO | |||
Norris is the only other one down here." The WO | |||
was about to open the shuttle's door when the computer | |||
sounded again. | |||
<Warning.. Shuttle bay containment field deactivating> | |||
"Norris... Norris!" franticly WO Dunnan tried to get the man | |||
to answer over his communicator. There was no reply. | |||
The shuttles were magneticly attached to the floor, and he | |||
had sealed the TOMONAGA before entering with the hopes | |||
of keeping out Norris's constant chatter. All he could do now | |||
was turn and watch as the containment field dropped. | |||
In horror, he watched as the artificial atmosphere inside was | |||
sucked out. Later he would think it to be some kind of | |||
whirlwind effect. He saw the engineering kit he left outside the | |||
shuttle get sucked into the vaccum of space. And behind | |||
it CPO Matt Norris. | |||
The computer terminal from which both men had just talked | |||
only fifteen minutes before blicked with just a single message. | |||
"NO MORE" Norris's comm-badge was magneticly attached... | |||
<NRPG> | |||
It begins... but oh so carefully. <VBEG> | |||
A suicide??? NO... but it may take some looking into | |||
before that is ruled out. | |||
For security: There are no traces left as to who might | |||
have disconnected the sensors and visual cameras (and | |||
the backups) inside the shuttlebay. | |||
For medical: Well, from what I hear, the leftover results | |||
leading from being 'vaccumed' don't leave much. But | |||
should you be able to somehow find out anything, you'll find | |||
the head trauma was caused by a blunt strike to | |||
the head... whether or not it was caused by something hitting | |||
it or it hitting something is inconclusive. | |||
For engineering (ME): The sabotage is quite simply the | |||
crosswiring of the sensor power sytems into the sensor | |||
output. Works every time. | |||
For counselor(s): Norris's logs and what not show that | |||
he was disappointed at not having advanced further | |||
within the two months on board, but he was understanding | |||
why. There is no mention of suicide. | |||
Respectfully, | |||
Jason Bostjanic | |||
Lieutenant Tarrant L. Koreth - CEO - USS FEYNMAN | |||
Lieutenant (jg) Laryn Spyyre - CEO - USS HUNTINGTON | |||
"Quoth the Raven 'Nevermore'" | |||
