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<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Briefing. (Part I)</h3>
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by
Andrew Catterick 9-29-1996</h4>
SD: 80929.1300
MD: 1.1400
Scene: Holodeck 3
Zane entered into the holodeck with great anticipation. As usual
the promise of another mission had his adrenalin flowing, moreso now
as he headed for the pre-lift meeting. But even more than that he looked
forward to finding out what was behind these doors. The holodeck
briefings were one of the things he loved most about this ship. What
would Tarrant have created? The Klingon Council Chamber? Something
Husnock in origin? The doors parted and he found, once again, he was not
dissappointed. He took a few moments to look around the room admiringly.
It was definitly ancient Earth, one of the mediterrean cultures. Roman or
Greek he was not sure. One had 'borrowed' much from the other so at this
point, for Zane anyways, it was hard to tell. Looking over longingly at
the baths he realized this was a telltale clue but the answer still
escaped him. No matter. He was not here on a archeological survey he was
here to conduct a meeting and if he didn't hurray up he'd be late.
Spying a large bust that looked suspiciously like himself he
strode down towards it and entered the small cubicle behind it.
Immediately a holographic image of him appeared modelling the garb that
was hanging in the room. It didn't look very flattering. "Computer
display other clothing options of this time period." Several different
'costumes' quickly cycled through Zane's smaller image. "There!" He said
suddenly. "Change clothing to that one."
His change complete and the small cubicle behind him the captain
strode out of the dark room into the sunlight and growing noise ahead of
him. In seconds he was standing on a display platform overlooking a
large stone coliseaum. As the sunlight reflected off his bronze
breastplate and short sword dangling at his side the crowd took note of
him and began to cheer again. It was a few moments before he could
understand what it was they shrieked. "RIDE OR DIE!.....RIDE OR DIE!"
Looking down onto the surface he noted the chariots pointed towards the
other side of the coliseum. It seemed that the officers who had proceeded
him had left a great deal of carnage behind them including a lion with a
sword stuck between its eyes. He winced at the sight feeling a momentary
twinge of dismay for the holographic cat.
Colliseum. Lions. It all finally clicked together. This was
Rome! A quick scan of the crowds confirmed his realization as he found
the emporer's box. There was something about him that was familiar but at
this distance he was unable to decipher just what it was. Before he could
come to any decision the crowd's mood began to change and he realized they
were booing him. Seconds later two very large soldiers wearing the same
clothing as him approached. One of them gestured towards the chariots
while the other drew his sword. It was obvious they would brook no
argument. *This must be the die part of the equation.* Zane thought as
he smiled pleasantly at the approaching neandrathal guards who had now
both drawn their swords. The crowds jeers had become even louder. Not
one to be booed or face two Roman centurions Zane quickly climbed down the
steps towards the chariots. Instantly the crowd was cheering again.
Climbing aboard the chariot he too the reins in his hands and gave
the chariot a quick once over. He had never ridden (driven?) anything
like this before and while he was a little nervous he was more excited.
Simultaneouly the crowd became uncharacteristically quiet and the horses
began to fidget and neigh nervously. Before Zane could decide what had
caused this reaction the horses bolted and Zane found himself face
down in the dirt being dragged along the track. The crowd went wild!
Dragged along the dirt track flaying wildly from side to
side made the captain think of one thing, *Thank-God I changed into that
breastplate!* By now the toga would have been ripped to shreds and his
skin would have quickly followed. Using every last ounce of his strength
he slowly pulled himself up on to the chariot and regained control. But
by now the cause of the horse's inital spook was clear. Some maniac had
let lions into the ring. As he deftly ducked under a lunge from the
biggest cat he had ever seen he moved to direct the horses towards the
newly open gate. The crowd's chant of ride or die becoming all to clear.
With scant seconds to spare the porticullis dropped behind him as he
reached the safety of the other side. Quite pleased with himself Zane
handed the reins to a nearby holographic guard who seemed quite bored with
the entire escapade. It would have been more interesting if the rider
had fallen and the lions had got him. Saying nothing he pointed towards
some stairs and Zane headed off.
A blast of trumpets announced his arrival and the two centurions
at the entrance way slapped a fist against their breastplates in salute.
Zane returned the gesture glad that the ordeal over. Spying the main
body of FEYNMAN officers over by what appeared to be the buffet table he
moved to join them. "Ahh Mr. Koreth an excellent holo! Most
exhilerating."
"Thank you captain. I'd thought you'd enjoy it. You should
probably pay your respects to the emporer. Apparently I was very literal
in my programming and the centurian's get a little antsy about things like
that."
"My pleasure. Keeps it all in character." He turned and headed
toward the box where the emporer was still watching the games.
Stopping at a respectful distance he waited while he was
announced. An uncaring wave and he approached.
"Quite a ride general. I was most surprised."
Rising from his bow Zane spoke. "Thank you your....Oh God!!
Emporer Bat? Now I've seen everything."
The bartender turned emporer waved down an approaching guard who
had been ready to cut down the fool who would be disrespectful to his
emporer.
"Careful general. My boys here are very loyal and we haven't had a
good killing all day." He tilted his head and allowed the slave girl to
feed him some grapes. "Quite a holoprogram isn't it? I think I'll head
back here when I get sometime. Your dressed for the part, wanna invade
Gaul? Oh by the way its Bat the First: Conquerer of the World."
Zane rolled his eyes. "Even you could come up with a better title
that that one. Of course Bat the First, Dragonslayer probably wouldn't
work either."
"Your second officer has a big mouth!" The emporer fumed.
"Not really. She just likes to share a good joke."
"Well this time I got the last laugh." He replied smugly.
"Meaning?"
"I'll let her fill you in on that."
<<<NRPG>>>
Where's Charlton Heston when you need him!
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>
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