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NRPG: Okay it’s pure entertainment :)<br>
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<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">SB EPSILON The Ceremony Commences</h3>
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Mike Dawe 8-3-1997</h4>
SD: 90803<br>
[Approaching Zinderneuf base now, sir.]<br>
"Right, I'm on my way." He stood and glared at the pile of PADDs
before him. The divisions had been made but he still wasn't happy with it.
He glanced out at the deck below and smiled. Off to one side sat a sleek
black sled of a craft . . .he had already arranged for practice time for the
pilot and had no trouble convincing him to race.
Passing through the small hall and into the turbolift he gave his
grey hair a once-through with his fingers before the doors opened onto the
bridge. Now Zinderneuf filled the screen. Azariah stepped out and, without
turning his head from the view ordered contact to be established with
Commodore Robert Steele.
A ruddy face filled the viewscreen almost instantly, but it wasn't
the Commodore that Azariah had hoped for. [Eh? Calling Bobby before me old
chum. I'm hurt, hurt I say. Eh wot?]
"Hrrmf, Upshaw, get off the channel. Business before, remember?"
[Quite, quite. But remember your old chum here or I'll come across to that
floating museum of war of yours and hunt you down.]
"I'm not a fox and you haven't the hounds for a 'hunt' Now get off
the channel, I'll be contacting you for some special business shortly. Oh,
the ceremony will be in an hour so get your best out."
[I'll do that old chum. That's an order I'll snap to. Zinderneuf Admin
out, transferring to Task Force Ops.]
The viewscreen fuzzed then cleared with another Commodore standing
ramrod straight. [Task Force command} he stated clearly.
"Not yet, Commander, but soon. I would like you to come aboard the
Defender in one hour. One hour, Commander . . . enjoy it as it is your last
free one for a very long time." Azariah laughed nastily and signaled for
the line to be closed. Turning to Dark Blade he asked. "Have the
preparations been made?"
"Yes sir." She replied. "All shuttles are being launched for cover
and to make room. The bay will be clear and ready for the ceremony."
"And the transporter room?"
"I had the sign made but I . . . "
"It's not something you would do? Well it is something I wish they
had done for me."
She shrugged and continued monitoring the ever-growing traffic about
the Defender and the Base. The addition of the Feynman, the Regent, and the
Endeavour did little to ease he job. The Bismark was also enroute and due
within the hour, without her command staff. "Mother . . . Defender to
Regent, what is going on?"
[Regent to Defender. Can't let your lot hog all the airspace. Our fighter
wings will fly high pattern.]
She sighed and was about to reply when another set of movements
caught her eye. "Stand by one, Regent. Feynman, what is your status?"
[Defender, Feynman. We are running some basic tests on our shuttlecrafts.
Wouldn't do to report for a new command in less than tip top status. We'll
leave the high ground for the Regent and take the middle space.]
She sighed and gave orders for the Defender shuttles to maintain a
close orbit of the ship to keep out of the way of the higher traffic. Then
another set of markers arrived on her board. "Defender to Zinderneuf.
Status please."
[Bob, my XO, and I can't have all you lot cluttering up our airspace without
having a presence ourselves. Tallyho! We'll be coming in for close orbit
so we may be transported across at the appropriate time. The rest of my
fighter wing will join the Regents in high cover.]
The XO of the Defender sighed and looked over to the Admiral who
seemed to be taking it all in with good humour. "All we need now is some
enemies and it would be a right busy place."
<nowiki>****Azariahs rule of jokes****</nowiki><br>
Don't.<br>
<nowiki>They won't get it and it might happen.<br>
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Far out beyond the sensor range of the various ships and the
stations a small fleet waited. "He seems prepared." Growled the First.
"It does not matter. One may not prepare for that which has already
taken place." The Third replied.
"But proximity rules . . . "
"Will be kept. A minor alteration of the plan. Two waves. The
first will occupy the forces and then the Device carrier will follow. As
soon as it is within range it will be activated and then all will be done."
"With that much heavy cover it will be hard for our pilots to survive."
"Immaterial. If the Device succeeds this will not have happened.
If they fail and the device does not make it through they are better off
dead." A hand slaps the edge of a twisted console. Skin flakes off of
the hand and drops to the deck, unnoticed. "Today we close the loop opened
so long ago."
Back on the Defender the preparations continued until the last
moment. The Commodore and his aide transported across to find a sign
hanging above the entrance to the shuttle deck. "Abandon hope . . . "
Captain Faison read aloud.
Steele snorted. "Must be the Admirals idea of a joke."
"Strange idea. Bet still on?"
"It is. Let's go." They stepped through the doorway into the
amptheatre that served as the shuttle deck for the Defender of Hoji. It
was full of people. Most of the staffs of three ships and the starbase were
on hand for it. Holodeck recording equipment was set inconspicuously off to
one side, focused on the podium. Steele lead the way to the podium where
Commodore Thornton Featherstone Upshaw and Vice Admiral Azariah Nicholas
were already waiting. As they came to a halt on the podium Azariah nodded
to them and stepped forward to the lectern.
"Hrrmf" (Faison winced and surreptitiously passed a slip of latinum
across to Steele) "In accordance with the regulations and powers I hereby
hand control of Outpost Zinderneuf and Task Force Zinderneuf to Commodore
Robert Steele. Commodore, take care of my ships and people because you
_know_ I will be watching." The Admiral stepped aside and Steele stepped
forward to accept command.
<<<<nrpg>>>
Okay, this sucker became a lot more than I planned when I started writing it.
Things to do. Your take and view of the action so far and the imminent
arrival of the uninvited guests. First wave should rapidly become a close
quarters 'knife fight' dogfight. Any and all may participate and help win
the fight, which we will. The second wave will be a single ship, scout
class that will seem to be on a collision course and then wink out just
before colliding with the Defender. It is the lead in for a few missions
for several ships . . . Feynman and Regent for openers. So you may try to
stop it mut please fail.
These aliens are fanatical and NOT interested in talking.
Andy, you may begin your acceptance speech then interrupt
yourself with a red alert as the first wave arrives to break up the party.
The rest of you, hop in anytime.
CO's please forward this to your respective crew but leave me to put it on
the net. That way it gets done just once. Include the reminder for
everyone to check their mailing lists. Too many stay messages have been
going out with people reflexively hitting reply to all. I include others in
my mailings by request but they don't want to follow bits and pieces of
everybody else's ships as well.
mike--->who has been just as guilty lately.<br>
Vice Admiral Azariah Nicholas CINCSILVER<br>
Captain Christof Fife USS REGENT<br>
Lt. Cmdr Eskat Eskat CNS USS HERMES<br>
Lt James Cardiff FCO DEFENDER<br>
Lt. Derek O'Malley CNS USS CALLISTO<br>
Kytan Duandir XO HRSS St. Jude<br>
mdawe@islandnet.com<br>
MDailey
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