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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> | |||