From nitefitr@cyberhighway.net Fri Jun 19 12:34:59 1998 Date: Mon, 18 May 1998 19:20:22 -0600 From: Mike Groner To: INDIGO FLEET List Serve Subject: [COMDANTEXF] Arrival of the FS for 716 NAW [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] ---OFFICIAL INDIGO FLEET TRANSMISSION--- Date: Mon, 18 May 1998 19:18:17 -0600 From: "Mike Groner" Subject: [COMDANTEXF] Arrival of the FS for 716 NAW *************************** SD: 100519.0141 GMT *************************** <<>> Carrying his bags through the bustling activity of the SB, Gollan made his way to the office the COMDANTEXF. There were large groups of officers going in and out of his office. His secretaries desk was littered with data pads and star charts. The empty chair Gollan noticed was also supporting at least three or four charts of its own. Placing his bags nearby the desk, He figured the only way to make himself known would be to walk in. Just before he entered the office, he nearly slammed into the broadside of a Marine officer. "I do apologize sir. It appears that there isn't much room for a Klingon mysize in such a crowded office." stated Gollan. Looking up, The CO of NC-17 didn't know if he should be the one to apologize or if he should just look for the engineers to enlarge the doorways. "Uhh thats Ok, uhh Cmdr....." "LtCmdr.Gollan Toc, Flight surgeon." "I'm the CO of NC-17 Cmdr. I'll inform the COMDANTEXF, Your here. Don't move or your liable to break something or some one." he said still amazed at the man's size. ************************************************** Scene: Commodore's office, SB ALIGHIERI ************************************************** FMD: 4.0200 "Commodore....." "Pappy" Miller said. The drowsy blue-skinned Bolian O-7 in a flight suit looked up. He was dead tired. He hadn't slept in almost 72 hours. 36 of it planned, granted, but not doubling it, that's for sure. "Yes, Commander.... I'm tired and I was hoping to get 10 minutes, here, you know... the meeting is adjourned." "I'm sorry, sir, but our Flight Surgeon has arrived, and is waiting outside to see you." Mirtox sat up and rolled his eyes. Great. Mirtox and Flight surgeons didn't mix... most pilots and flight surgeons didn't mix. One little word written from the pen of an FS would ruin a pilot's career, and every pilot dreaded it happening. The word, of course, was "grounded". Or, as some liked to charismatically add, "medically unfit for flight status". Of course, this was Combat, so any order could be over ruled by the Squadron CO if needed, if he didn't mind the inquiry after the fact. Mirtox coughed. "Very well, Lieutenant.... show him in. And stick around." "Aye, sir." Pappy replied. A moment later, Commander miller and a giant... no, make that a giant KLINGON... ducked through the door. The size of the Klingon caught Mirtox off guard. CINCINDIGO didn't prepare him for the size of this fella. "Commodore. I'm Lieutenant Commander Gollan Toc." A magnificently large hand was held out for the Commodore to shake. Mirtox, unusual for him, complied and shook the hand, rather than chomping on the Klingon's head for being so informal instead of making a proper report to a superior.... usually done at attention. Gollan's hand was surprisingly..... smooth, for a Klingon. "Commander." Mirtox said, getting over the man's size. "I take it you have orders for me to see?" Toc let out a slight "giggle". "Sorry, sir. Of course. Here." Mirtox took a full five minutes reading the Commander's lengthy Bio.... an impressive career, completely medical in history. "So you're a cherry pilot." The tall Klingon cocked his head. "I'm sorry, sir?" Mirtox smirked. "You're just out of Flight school." "Oh, yes sir. That is correct. I have no idea why they sent me there in the first place. I really didn't have a strong desire to fly, but you know us career officers....never turn down a school." The Klingon laughed. Mirtox just locked his chin and nodded. He concluded with just one thought on that.... *flight surgeons*. "Very well. Well, as you've probably met, this is Commander Miller, the commander of the 716th Naval Air Wing. He will be your commanding officer. Have you been doing your reading on the situation here in the Dante system?" Toc nodded. "I have, sir. It's not a pretty sight. It was a risky flight coming through the corridor. I think I could have flown the shuttle better then the OMEGA pilots... they got caught in what they said was a..... stellar wind, I believe they called it. Nearly flew right into a large asteroid." "You'll get to know those winds and the asteroids rather well while you're stationed here Commander." Mirtox said. "I'll be brief because I'm extremely tired. The force you saw coming through the mine field is Dalriadan. They are intent on getting through our defenses and destroying ALIGHIERI. I've lost contact with Starbase OMEGA, the pilots that flew you in my only sure chance of getting word out about this invasion. Hopefully, they'll survive their flight back." Mirtox paused. His eyes appeared watery. "There are..... or rather were.... three flight squadrons assigned to ALIGHIERI.... Naval Composite 17 (NC-17), and Naval Figher Squadrons NF-34 and NF-38." He paused again. "All three squadrons engaged the Dalriada. NF-38 was all but completely destroyed, and the survivors have merged into NF-38. We lost 10 pilots, Commander, just out of that squadron." "Mother of Q'onos!" Toc said, annoyed. "This is no joke, Commander. I recommend you read up on Dalirada, the Dante Force's purpose for being here, which in case you didn't know was to protect the primitive Huladians on the planet below from the Kraggons, and get very familiar with the medical facilities located near the 716 Flight Deck." "Of course, Commodore." Toc said, standing. "I'm sorry to have disturbed you." holding out his hand, again. Friendly chap, this giant. Mirtox shook it, weary from the last few days. "I'm sorry we need someone like you." Mirtox replied. "Commander, he's all yours." Mirtox said to Miller. "After this ordeal is over.... if we survive that is, Miller here will get you checked out on an F-4... see what you're really made of. Then maybe you'll get a call sign..... For now, get some rest. At 0600 hours we will have a command staff meeting with everyone from the Dante Expeditionary Force, from Marines to the USS YORKTOWN. We have conducted a combat test on some new missile concepts, and the Chief Engineers from both this station and the YORKTOWN say they have something for us. You are welcome to attend that meeting. Dismissed, Commanders." Mirtox said, waving them off. With a nod, both Toc and Miller departed. Respectfully submitted, CDOR Dirkas "Happy Face" Mirtox Commanding Officer, Dante Expeditionary Force (COMDANTEXF) SB ALIGHIERI (DS-230) Indigo Fleet __________________________ <<>> FMD: 4.0200 Mirtox greets the new FS for 716 NAW Mike G All - I sent this to the fleet list serve because it has a slight bit of Intelligence for CINCINDIGO in it (the pilots returning to OMEGA from shuttling the FS). Please continue to use the Dante list until FMD 6. DANTEXF: Please welcome John Luerding, who plays the flight surgeon LCDR Gollan Toc, "the largest Klingon in INDIGO fleet". Please add him to your rosters... his e-mail address is tekjunk@hotmail.com . Another post is coming after this, starting the command staff meeting. I expect the command staff officers to be posting ASAP. Mike Groner nitefitr@cyberhighway.net AKA's CDOR Dirkas Mirtox, Commander, Dante Expeditionary Force CAPT Jim Ericcson, Executive Officer, Starfleet Public Affairs CAPT Marcus Delaney, Commander, USS HERAKLES NCC-25001 CDR Mudoro Bochu, Executive Officer, USS CONSTELLATION NCC-1017-F LT Tholar Sheltaz, ALB Instructor, Holodeck 3 END TRANSMISSION ***This message sent by an official member of Indigo Fleet*** Are you also posting your message to the newsgroup?!!! ---END TRANSMISSION---