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<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Batter up, Klingon in the outfield, and dripping Captains</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Michael "Mike" Dailey 10-11-1996</h4> | |||
STARDATE: 81011.2230<br> | |||
MD: 3.1205<br> | |||
SCENE: J.C.'s quarters<br> | |||
Opening the closet door, J.C. took the medium-sized black duffle-bag | |||
with his name, serial number, and Starfleet insignia, down from the top | |||
shelf and set it on the table. Unzipping the main section, he pulled out | |||
the items he was after, a black and white ball cap, with the Federation | |||
Series logo for 2403, and his soft, oiled imitation-leather glove. That | |||
game seemed like decades ago, instead of only the few years it was. All | |||
of the finals and semifinals completed, the Series of '03 had come down | |||
two the two beat teams in the entire federation; Risa and Terra. Risa | |||
had the honor of hosting the Terran team. | |||
J.C. and his older brother Kevin, had begged their father constantly | |||
for three months to allow them to go. They would pay for the transport, | |||
tickets, meals, and lodging themselves, but that was quite a trip for | |||
two teenagers of 15 and 17. In the end, their dad grudgingly gave in. | |||
After all, baseball may have been invented on Terra, but Terra had won | |||
the F.S. only four time in the past 100 yrs. | |||
It was a jam-packed, nonstop exciting game. Both teams were | |||
great, but the Risians proved to be better in the bottom of the 10th. | |||
With runners at 1st and 3rd, the final Risan batter literally launched | |||
one into orbit, over the stands, bringing himself and the other two in, | |||
for a final win of 27 to 24. Afterwards, the boys had enjoyed their | |||
night on Risa almost as much as the game... | |||
Snapping back to the present, J.C. zipped up the duffle, put on the | |||
hat, and tilted down so it was straight. He headed out of his quarters | |||
to pick up Alex Tamarov, his ACSO. Alex had shorts, a T-shirt, and a | |||
cap, turned 'backwards'. | |||
SCENE: Holodeck 3. | |||
When the large doors to the Holodeck opened, the two security officers | |||
stepped into the deck. J.C. looked slightly surprised. All the fields he | |||
had ever seen where in public parks or indoor stadiums, not in | |||
cornfields. He looked over to Alex, who sported a grin and looked eager | |||
for action. | |||
"What are you smiling for?", asked Justin. | |||
"This reminds me of a field near my grandparents place on Earth in | |||
Indiana.", said Alex. "I played quite a few games there". | |||
"I didn't know you grew up on a farm." | |||
"I didn't. Their house just happen to be away from the city. Lots of | |||
farms in the area. They had some horses, but that was all. This is | |||
really great!", said Alex. | |||
"Yeah, Bat went all out, again" agreed J.C. True, their Recreation | |||
Officer [ret.] had designed yet another holo-work of wonder. The | |||
temperature was perfect. Not too hot, but he could actually feel the | |||
warmth of the Holodeck 'sunlight' on his face. A light breeze blew by | |||
every now and then, the last of which caused both Security men to sniff | |||
the air. The looked over to a small building where Lieutenants Jenn and | |||
Meleah were talking to Bat, who was the Chef extraordinaire at the BBQ | |||
grill. The smell, a rich, spicy and slightly sweet aroma , was simply | |||
mouthwatering delicious. They walked over to greet the others... | |||
"Lt's., Bat. Good afternoon.", sounded the mutual greetings. Alex | |||
sniffed closer to Bat and the grill. As good as it smelled, neither | |||
could identify the main course, and the lid to the grill was closed. | |||
"So, what's cooking, Bat," asked the Security second in command. | |||
Bat reached up and tilted his Chefs hat slightly, "it's a secret. But | |||
you'll love it." Alex frowned. | |||
Kyrsa nudged Bat,"He won't even tell me. I know it's not his famous | |||
Sloppy Joes., though." | |||
J.C. looked around, "I can't wait to start. Lets see...", J.C. acted | |||
though as in serious thought, turning a sly look to Alex and the others. | |||
"I simply HAVE to pitch once against Mr. Maril". | |||
"I, for one, want to see how well our engineer can pitch a baseball," | |||
said Lt. Jenn. | |||
"I know," said the ACSO," I'm counting on knocking out of the park | |||
anything that Mr. Jerran can pitch." Everyone laughed at the unspoken | |||
challenge, even Meleah smiled. J.C. suddenly had an idea, "O.K. | |||
everyone, I have 100 credits that says my first three pitches to our | |||
CO's new 'think-tank' hit the bullseye...." | |||
Submitted,<br> | |||
Mike Dailey<br> | |||
Splatter2@qtm.net<br> | |||
Lieutenant J.G., J.C. Allard SEC-TAC - USS FEYNMAN - SILVER FLEET<br> | |||
Lieutenant D'doj Zzawj Ckorji, MD - CMO - USS CONSTITUTION - INDIGO<br> | |||
<nowiki>******** | |||
* NRPG * | |||
********</nowiki> | |||
Anyone want a piece of that 100 credits.... hurry, before it's gone. | |||
Andy, can you swim well?? <VVVVBEG>>> | |||
If no one is up to meet the challenges J.C., Alex, and Kyrsa, we'll | |||
understand... | |||
Kris, I though you up to bat against Koreth was kinda picturesque??? | |||
now, for VADM Nicholas to start the game | |||
..."A one, a two, take me out to the.........." | |||
Gothca again, Mike | |||