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Kytan Duandir XO HRSS St. Jude<br> | Kytan Duandir XO HRSS St. Jude<br> | ||
mdawe@islandnet.com<br> | mdawe@islandnet.com<br> | ||
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">SB EPSILON: Bad Start to a First Day</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by | |||
Andrew Catterick 8-4-1997</h4> | |||
SD:90804.1200<br> | |||
Scene: Amphitheater, DEFENDER of HOJI<br> | |||
<I> | |||
> "Hrrmf" (Faison winced and surrepticiously 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.<br> | |||
</I> | |||
As Steele rose from his seat Faison leaned over and whispered last | |||
minute instructions. "If you get nervous, picture them all naked." | |||
Straightening up without managing to lose his composure he strode over | |||
to the podium. "Thank-you admiral." A brief shaking of hands and he | |||
turned to face the assembled personnel, silently cursing his XO for | |||
inserting the thought when he had. Faison had definitely avenged his | |||
loss of the bet. | |||
"As of this stardate I officially acknowledge command | |||
of Task Force ZINDERNEUF." He paused and he could see on some of the | |||
faces in the crowd the hope that he would keep his speech reigned in to | |||
these few words. He didn’t blame them. Of course how often did someone | |||
pull out the soapbox for him? "Sentients of ZINDERNEUF,..." That was | |||
to be as far as he got before the eerie sounding alert klaxons of the | |||
Husnock ship began to reverberate through the amphitheater. | |||
For an instant everyone remained still, most had never heard the low | |||
pitch whine before, but then a calm voice confirmed the alert. "Red | |||
Alert! Red Alert! All hands to battlestations, this is not a drill, I | |||
repeat, this is not a drill." The admiral moved to the podium. "It | |||
seems some of our new neighbours have come calling and they don’t seem | |||
the friendly type. You have enough time to beam out to your ships. | |||
Make it fast." | |||
Instantly the hum of transporters filled the room as crews began | |||
emergency beam outs while they could. | |||
Fasion looked up from the comm screen at the edge of the stage that | |||
showed the tactical situation as Steele approached. "Their really | |||
putting an effort into this." | |||
"I guess they’re worried about the property values of the neighbourhood | |||
not that us transients have moved in." | |||
"Do you want to head over to the flagship." | |||
Every inch of his being wanted to be on the bridge of ENDEAVOUR, of any | |||
ship for that matter. This was his first crisis situation since leaving | |||
his command and his inability to rush off to the bridge of his ship and | |||
jump into the fray left him feeling ineffectual. "No, this looks like | |||
its shaping up to be a feeding frenzy and we’ll be able to coordinate | |||
better from here. Let’s get to the bridge." | |||
<<<NRPG>>> | |||
Hi all, just a short one so we can jump into the thick of things. And | |||
saving me from writing and you reading the stereotypical acceptance | |||
speech <G> | |||
CO’s: please pass along to your crews. I’ll send a copy of this to the | |||
newsgroup… | |||
Respectfully,<br> | |||
Andy<br> | |||
<nowiki>___________________________________________________________</nowiki><br> | |||
-Captain Zane, Commanding, USS FEYNMAN<br> | |||
-Commodore Robert Steele, Commanding TF ZINDERNEUF<br> | |||
-Commander Horatio Sinclair, Fleet Intelligence, BLUE Fleet<br> | |||
