From wpettey@zianet.com Fri Jun 19 12:46:54 1998 Date: Tue, 26 May 1998 15:42:34 -0600 From: wpettey To: Dante Expeditionary Force List Serve Subject: [DANTEXF]SB ALIGHIERI(NASW716): "Angels in the Outfield" [The following text is in the "ISO-8859-1" character set] [Your display is set for the "US-ASCII" character set] [Some characters may be displayed incorrectly] DANTE Expeditionary Force Official E-mail BEGIN TRANSMISSION *Sorry DISNEY for the copyright infringement :-) ******************** LOCATION: SB ALIGHIERI (DS-230) SD: 100527.1440 MDT FMD: 04.1600 SCENE: CAG's Office ******************** Cort was still nursing his wounds as he and Robin made their way from the Promenade to the CAG's office. The jolt his fighter took as they retreated from the mine field had been pretty severe, and the 'hack' they called a CMO had been kind enough to wrap him up and give him a mild shot of painkiller. He made some crack about needing to save the rest for the others that were really injured, as if Cort had even wanted to be in sickbay in the first place. As the doors opend to CDR Miller's office, they were surprised to find it empty. Robin looked around in amazement, "Where is he?" Cort shook his head and tapped his commbadge, "Compooter, tell me th' location o' CDR Miller?" [CDR Miller is in holodeck 3] The computer calmly told him. With a shrug and a confused glance at each other, both the CO and XO of NC-17 made their way back down to the holodecks...and hopefully CDR "Pappy" Miller. The thought running through Cort's mind was disturbing. He hated not finding people where they were supposed to be. He had lost Pavel in just such a manner, and he was half afraid he would lose the CAG too. ******************** SCENE: Holodeck 3 FMD: 04.1615 ******************** Cort approached the holoddeck controls and gasped. The program that was being run was his personal program. Only he knew about it...well, one other did, but Pavel was know in protective custody. There blinking on the console was the program name, "Pool Of Souls". Robin noticed the surprised look on O'Wood's face and immediately went into action, "Computer, access to holodeck now!" [Access granted, you may enter when ready.] The massive doors parted to reveal a quiet littel wood with song birds and the noise of a distant waterfall. Robin startd at the scene, and looked back at Cort...a little frustrated, "I thought this Pool O' Souls was a dangerous place by the way you reacted back there!" Cort stood still in the doorway, "It can be, lass...it can be." Slowly he entered the holographic domain, and lead the way to the waterfall the emptied into the pool which legends held contained the souls of the Irish people. The trek was a short one, and soon the two were looking over the edge of the cliff into the deep waters below. Their gaze fell upon a person sitting perfectly still on a outcrop of rock near the pool's edge. Scrambling down the steep side's of the cliff, they wade their way to where the lone figure sat. Without even seeing the face, they both knew it was 'Pappy". "CDR, what are ye doin' here?" Cort asked exhasperated. Robin came up behind him and leaned against a tree. The climb down had been exhausting. Chip Miller sat for a moment longer, staring into the deep waters, "You come here often, Cort...and you often feel refreshed and more stable after you've been here. With recent event's and the loss of an entire squadron...i felt like i needed a visit to this magical place." Cort sat next to his CAG and asked, "How long ha' ye been sittin' here lookin' inta th' waters, ser?" Chip shrugged, "Feels like a couple of days, but that can't be right, can it?" Cort shook his head, "Nay, ye were just at a meetin' wit' th' CO an' a few others...do ye remember?" Now Robin came closer, looking conerned. Cort smiled weakly, her tender heart was one of the things that drew him to her. She was a saint. "Sir, what is the last thing you remember?" She spoke so softly that her voice was more like the rustling of the leaves in the breeze than the sound of a human voice. Pappy looked lazily at her, "I remember calling the Wing back home...after the massacre of NF-38. I remember meeting someone in the wee hours of the morning. A huge Kraggon, and I remember...I remember...here. The peace and quiet of this wonderful place." Cort nodded to Robin, who swiftly slipped her hand to the CAG's shoulder, and applied a slight pressure, causing the senior officer to collapse, unconscious to the ground. "Compooter, end program!" Cort grabbed the limp CAG around the waist and hefted him onto his shoulder, "Come on, he'll be out fer a good fifteen minutes, an' we hav' t' find us smoeone we can trust to help us get him back t' his office." Robin assisted, but was a little confused, "Why do wwe have to do this?" She looked around, "It's lovely here and he has been under a lot of stress." Cort's eyes blazed, "It's t' dangerous!" He glanced at the unconscious man on his shoulder, "Ye see his state! If'n we hadnae come when we did, he'd be a bleedin' vegetable right now!" "Then we need to call someone!" Robin tapped her badge, "Ellery to Sick Bay..." Cort glared hard at her and headed for the door. [Dr. LeBeau here...what is the nature of the emergency?] At the sound of his voice Cort stopped and stiffened, "No, not him!" "Dr. we have a mild medical situation on holodeck 3, can you send a gurney? The ptient does not need medical attention." Robin tried to ease Cort's ruffled feelings with that, but to no avail. [LT, I'll be the judge of that. I'm coming right now with a gurney!] Cort groaned loudly as Robin came over to help with the CAG, "What? What did you want me to do? Let you lug him all the way back to his office?" "Aye! If that 'sawbones' gets 'is hands on th' CAG, he'll ground 'im fer sure!" He set the CAG down and leaned against the holodeck wall. "We've got t' think o' a plan!" Cort sagged a little bit as his muscles relaxed. He was tired...tired of war, and tired of hurting...himself and the people he cared about. "I think I know...computer, initiate program Miller 3-A." Robin stood up straight and straightend the front of her uniform, momentarily distracting Cort with the outline of her figure. "I think we can create a convincing lie to explain the CAG's addled state...he was participating in his favorite sporting event and was beaned on the head...nothing serious, but enough to make him a little confused. The doctor surely won't ground him for that...will he?" Robin had a good idea. Cort had to agree, but he also had to talk her into hte rest of his plan...wiping the memory of the Pool from the CAG's mind. Otherwise, the things he saw int he water would haunt him for the rest of his life. Robin reluctanbtly agreed, and by the time the doctor arrived, she had just finished her mind-meld. ******************** SCENE: CAG's quarter's FMD: 04.1730 ******************** CDR Miller reclined in his bed and looked at the two grinning officer's in front of him. Gingerly holding an ice pack to his head, he smiled, "I guess I should thank you two for getting me help when you did...that pop-fly really did a number on me!" He winced slightly as he tried to reposition himself on the pillows they both had stuck behind him. "I guess I have a couple of angels watching out for me, huh?" Cort grinned wickedly, "Aye, ser, I'm glad the doctor told ye tha' ye could be back in the air by tomorrow. It wouldnae be th' same without ye there leadin' us inta battle." Robin concurred, "Yes, I hope this plan of the CDOR's will work. We are long overdue for a taste of victory." Pappy smiled, he couldn't be prouder of these two. They were a great team. "I think i better get some rest, or I'm not going to be any good inthe morning." He gazed up at the ceiling, and sighed. Cort and Robin took that as their sign to go. As they left, they could here the CAG snoring softly...asleep and dreaming of anything but what haunted the bottom of that pool. ******************** SCENE: Hanger Bay 1 FMD: 05.0930 ******************** The modifications to the shuttles were complete and the remainder fo the air wing prepared for lift off. the large probe/torps strapped to their undersides made them all look like pregnant mothers about to deliver their first born. As the Flight Ops gave clearance for take off, Cort found himself doing something he hadn't done since he was a wee little boy, "Hail Mary, full of grace, have mercy upon us and pray for us sinners in the hour of our death..." **************************************************************************** ****************** NRPG: A little SCD, and some more on teh mysterious Pool O' Souls. :-) Left some openings for several people there, feel free to jump on in! If any of the FMD's are in conflict with something that has already been posted, please feel free to wiggle them untilthey fit. you can always get a square peg into a round hole if you pound it long and hard enough! Josh? Oh, Josh? Anna, feel free to dive into that whole mind-meld thing if you want. Thought it made a good way for you to explore your character's Vulcan half. Tim, is there a doctor in the house? :-) NASW716, no more excuses! I have us going back out there, so post! I'll give you all a great big cookie and glass of milk if you post soon, please???!!??!?!??! Mike G., my apologies if this is incorrect. If we were not supposed to go back out until FMD: 6 then please feel free to change that. FMD: 04.1600 Cort and Ellery search for CAG WP FMD 04.1615 CAG found in Pool of Souls WP FMD 04.1730 CAG returned to quarter's and goes to sleep WP FMD: 05.0930 NASW prepares to kick Dal butt! WP Respectfully submitted, Wendon Pettey wpettey@zianet.com CDR TyGarra Bright Eyes (XO USS SORANUS) http://www.geocities.com/Area51/Vault/4846/TyGarra.htm LT Cort O'Wood, "Shamrock" (XO NAsW716 http://www.geocities.com/Area51/Vault/4846/OWood.htm 1LT Wes Smith, "Joker" (2O/ATL SFFR7) http://www.geocities.com/Area51/Vault/4846/Smith.htm LTjg Londyn K. Brydges (FCO USS GRIFFON) http://www.geocities.com/Area51/Vault/4846/Brydges.htm "Accept that somedays you are the pidgeon... and somedays you are the statue." 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