- Tuesday,
September 07, 1999 at 15:16:11 (MDT)
But, as the debris clears, something is still there...a red shimmering
vaguely resembling the warbird that was there before...
<Ghost
Ship>
- Tuesday,
September 07, 1999 at 15:17:11 (MDT)
The Vulcan Defence Fleet starship _Flawless Light_ sat majestically
in orbit of Mars, flanked by three ships of equal size, including the damaged
_Perfect Logic_, and five more only slightly less impressive. S'Tranak's
small Science Vessel was now in the shuttle bay, being repaired by a team
of experts. S'Tranak himself was in the starship's medical center, being
repaired by an expert medic. A dermal regenerator was making short work
of the remains of the nasty bruise left by Leroy's hocky puck. Standing
nearby was Admiral Skarak, listening closely as S'Tranak recounted the
evens of the past fortnight. Of particular interest to the miltary leader,
of course, were the details of the battle fought near Neptune, as well
as the unorthodox defenses deployed to save Earth. "So..", he mused aloud,
"the Imperial forces we detected on the planet's surface are there, not
as invaders, but as defenders? Defenders, in fact, against other forces
of the same origin? We have long known the so-called 'Empire' to be disunified,
but perhaps we have not fully grasped the extent of their problems. This
will complicate our dealings with them, as it renders their fleets less
predictable." When the account turned to the appearence of Leroy, and S'Tranak's
subsequent recovery of his ship, minus a few items, Skarak interrupted
with some concern: "Professor, you LOST a GENESIS DEVICE? And it is now
in the hands of this.. unknown humanoid? I shall do you the honour, Professor
S'Tranak, of assuming that you understand the seriousness of the situation!
But since you are not under my command, but are accountable only to the
Academy of Sciences, it is not for me to judge your culpability in this...
unexpected set of events!" Just then an urgent hail from the bridge broke
into the conversation. "Admiral! We are recieving a distress call from
Captain Vorgen of the _Crucible_. Skarak bolted from the room, heading
for the nearest turbolift that could take him to the bridge, leaving S'Tranak
with the doctor, who, like all medics everywhere, wanted him to stay and
rest.
Scottty
<[email protected]>
- Tuesday,
September 07, 1999 at 16:20:37 (MDT)
Officer: "Sir, we lost our cloak!!!" Duker: "Damn...Deadeye, raise
shields to full, deactivate all power that is not needed at this point
and direct all available power to the waepons. Those blasted Vulcans, they
are going to regret the day they messed with me. Move over Littlefoot,
I'll take over. from here." Duker pilots the ship and slingshots it around
the Earth, stops the ship with a jolt, and rotates it's nose toward the
Vulcan ships at Mars. Duker: "FIRE!!!" The Instigator fires six photon
torpedoes at one of the Vulcan ships. The torpedoes tear through space
and speed passed the ghaytanHa. One of the torpedoes hits an idiot and
takes it with for a ride, and then all six torpedoes, one with the help
of an idiot, smash into the _Perfect Logic_ creating massive damage to
the hull and engines. Duker: "Nice shot Deadeye, this is going to look
good on you're record. Eat that Vulcans." Duker then takes his ship and
glides up next to the ghaytanHa waiting for the Vulcan's responce.
Duker
- Tuesday,
September 07, 1999 at 16:47:59 (MDT)
First Alien : But you seem to be hiding something. Second Alien
: Yes. There is something we must correct before we ask Cyborg Stan for
this. First Alien : What is it. Second Alien *Hands the first a datapad.*
We have to locate this. First Alien : Specimen #Il-219-JK? What would he
want with a specimen?
The Returners
<What would he
want with a specimen?>
- Tuesday,
September 07, 1999 at 16:51:08 (MDT)
Aide : And then what? Cyborg Stan : They let me go. Aide : How very
odd... Cyborg Stan : Indeed. For some reason, they need me for something,
something they cannot force out of me. Aide : So what are you going to
do now? Cyborg Stan : I suspect that they had a few other tasks at hand.
That leaves us with a bit of time until then. Aide : Affirmative. *End
Transmission*
Cyborg
Stan of CyKoLaJx, Inc.
- Tuesday,
September 07, 1999 at 16:56:49 (MDT)
"Lock main phaser arrays on that ship's weapons banks! Fire when
ready!" From the 3 Vulcan capships and their 5 escorts, incandencent phaser
beams lashed out with pinpoint accuracy across space. Within a second the
_Instigator_'s shields were down, and its main armament inoperative. "Hail
that ship" ordered Skarak. "We should find out why they are attacking us".
Admiral
Skarak <[email protected]>
- Tuesday,
September 07, 1999 at 17:31:32 (MDT)
The damaged Defiant-class starship found itself surrounded by 8
fully operational Vulcan warships, with phasers locked on and photon torps
primed. Several tractor beams shot out and grabbed the stricken ship. On
the bridge, smoke was pouring from some of the consoles, and agent Screwloose
lay unconscious on the deck. On the main screen, the Vulcan flagship loomed
ominously. The transmission was heard again: "Attention unidentifed vessel.
Explain your illogical actions! Further hostility on your part has a 97.33%
chance of resulting in your death. Respond!"
Admiral
Skarak <[email protected]>
- Tuesday,
September 07, 1999 at 17:46:19 (MDT)