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<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Relaxation?</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by | |||
Andrew Catterick 9-27-1996</h4> | |||
SD: 80927.1000<br> | |||
Scene: Deckway, near holodeck<br> | |||
Commander Bat Durensten (ret'd), bartender extrodinaire waddled | |||
down the deck in his wadders and carrying his tackle box and rod cursing | |||
to himself and anyone that passed by. Even though he was not an active | |||
member of the crew, 25 years as a CSO had conditioned him to the point | |||
that you don't relax until the mission was over. As far as he was | |||
concerned during a mission his duty station was 10-Forward. As long as | |||
the FEYNMAN was embroiled in a mission he would be there to see to it that | |||
the crew were comfortable and as stress free as possible. But once the | |||
mission was over it was his time, not, he thought with a string of | |||
colourful language, time to waste serving a gaggle of rude, nosy | |||
journalists. | |||
They had charged aboard the second the gantry ways had locked into | |||
place and having found that Commander Zane had snuck off (Bat would be | |||
having words with the Captain over that one) they had resigned themselves | |||
to mingling in 10-Forward sampling, well actullay devouring, everything in | |||
sight compliments of USS FEYNMAN and SILVER Fleet. Bat being a good, | |||
albeit not exactly polite, host had stayed until the majority had left. | |||
No point in letting his junior staff get swamped and there was always the | |||
hope that one of the slimey reporters would have tried something | |||
inappriorate with one of his servers and he would get to forcibly eject | |||
someone. Unfortunately they had behaved themselves and Bat had had to | |||
amuse himself with some well placed insults. It just wasn't the same as | |||
tossing some out the doors. | |||
But the reporters gone he quickly raced towards his meeting with | |||
some trout. It never occured to him that since he was two hours late | |||
someone else might have decided to take advantage of an open holodeck. | |||
Even when he strode through the doors and came upon a wilderness scene | |||
that he had not programmed he did not take notice. There was a river just | |||
down the hill and all he knew was river equals fish. Feeling much better | |||
that he was actually here he began to hum his trademark tune. | |||
Thirty minutes later the now happy bartender was waist deep in | |||
water and concentrating on a small school of fish. It wasn't until the | |||
dark shadow past over him and began to hover that he realized something | |||
was wrong. Bat had always been a voracious reader and while science | |||
fiction was his genre of choice he had read enough fantasy to know a | |||
dragon when he saw it, especially one that was about to spew flames. With | |||
not even a second to spare the ex-security officer and soon to be tasty | |||
morsel dropped to the river bed and pushed off with all his might. There | |||
could only be one culprit and as he broke the surface and gasped for air | |||
he screamed one word. "Krysa!!" | |||
<<<NRPG>>> | |||
Can't let you guys have all the fun. | |||
Respectfully,<br> | |||
Andy<br> | |||
-Commander Zane, Commanding Officer, USS FEYNMAN<br> | |||
-Commodore Nigel Straun, Executive Officer, INDIGO FLEET<br> | |||
-Commander Horatio Sinclair, Fleet Intelligence Officer, BLUE FLEET<br> | |||