From elektriklight@elektriklight.com Fri Jun 19 12:33:38 1998 Date: Mon, 18 May 1998 15:05:22 -0600 From: elektrik light To: INDIGO FLEET List Serve Subject: [INDIGO] SB ALIGHIERI (NAsW716): fresh sweat to drown me in [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 17:06:43 -0400 From: "elektrik light" Subject: [INDIGO] SB ALIGHIERI (NAsW716): fresh sweat to drown me in Location: SB ALIGHIERI, DS-230 Stardate: 100518.1630 FMD: 3.1415 Scene: Ops/Bridge Peter Black, Brenda Davis and Cort O'Wood walked in silence from the hangar bay to Ops where they had just been called by the CAG, Chip Miller. "This way, folks," the new Starbase XO, Commander Windstar, directed them into the Starbase Captain's ready room. Although Peter knew what the Captain looked like, he doubted the CO knew him. Brenda was trying her hardest not to fall asleep in the ready room. She helped herself by chosing to stand rather than sit in one of the comfortable looking chairs that was offered to her and her co-pilot. Peter sat down and stifled a yawn. "I hope you're not to tired for this one, Cort." Miller said keeping a perfectly straight face. "Despite what's happened in the past," began Y'saar by standing up, who somehow also managed to look at all three pilots at the same time, "It is the decision of myself, Commander Windstar and Commander Miller to assign this very dangerous mission to both LT's Black and Davis." He paused and watched the three tired pilots do their best to sound interested. He knew that what he was about to say would wake them up. "Commander Windstar..." Tao nodded and looked at the pilots he'd never met. He trusted Y'saar and Miller's judgements about the two. "We've had a team of engineers working like crazy trying to develop some sort of weapons we can use against the Dalriadans. At risk of boring you with the details, I won't bother explaining how the weapon works. At this point we have no solid data about the enemy ships' shields which would greatly speed things up. We've produced about fifty missiles and if all goes well it will only take, at most, two shots per ship. If not..." "Where do we come in, LT?" Peter asked, now visibly awake. "We're sending you to get the data." Miller said. A slight smile crept over his also tired face. The smile wasn't to show he was happy about assigning two of his pilots the task, but rather that they had earned the respect of their Commanding Officer's to be considered to undergo it. His smiled faded, "This isn't an option. We're ordering you to do this." There was no time for silent thought, O'Wood agreed that it was necessary, Windstar informed them that they'd be given three of the missiles but not to use them unless necessary and that their sensors had already been modified to gather the necessary information. Location: Space FMD: 3.1730 Scene: A-111 "So, Brenda, why'd the chicken cross the road?" Peter asked. He was trying to make himself sound as serious as possible, but he couldn't stop laughing. They'd been crammed into the small combat shuttle for to long in the last few days. "This isn't time for joking, 'Shadow', I'm reading a small Dalriadan frigate a few light years ahead. I think it's better we go against that than a warship." "Agreed, course laid in." He tapped a few buttons and felts the re-assuring push of the craft's engines push forward at full speed. FMD: 3.2000 "How close?!" Peter yelled. He obviously hadn't been paying too much attention during the mission briefing "You heard me," was all 'Barbie' said. He shook his head in disbelief and pulled the A-111 right under the tiny Dalriadan ship. "We have to maintain strict silence from this point on." Peter typed into the COMM console. The ammount of refits done to their A-111 was disgusting to Peter. They were using a masking system. Not a cloaking device, any ships outside of a light year would detect them on sensors, and had undoubtedly done so, but the ship they were running scans on wouldn't detect them. However, the Commander had been worried about a... what was it called? Sonar system? It was a primitive scanning device, but Peter was glad that their new first officer took precautions. Typing through a COMM link was the only way around getting caught by a sonar. He sighed, rubbed his eyes and activated the automated sensor program that the engineers had installed. It would take two hours for the scans to complete, then they could head home. "I just realized something," Brenda typed, "The Dalriadan ship has been following our ion trail in the direction of ALIGHIERI. She knows we're out here somewhere, she caught a glimpse of us and then we just disappeared." Peter thought for a moment and charged one of the missiles just in case. Brenda asked him to charge another but he decided against it. He told her to prepare to go to full impulse. FMD: 3.2230 "Not good! This is not f*cking good!" Peter yelled at no one but himself. The A-111 shook violently as the Dalriadan ship fired madly on them. "Phasers and torpedoes are having no effect at all!" Davis yelled over the sound of explosions. "I'm going to launch the first missile." "Understood!" Peter pulled the ship hard to port to avoid a volley of Dalriadan weaponry. "Missile away!" He heard his wingman call. The enemy ship kept returning fire when all of a sudden the brief green glow could be seen. He checked his readouts, "They've sustained heavy damage and their shields are down." "Are their weapons?" The question was quickly answered when more torpedoes collided into the back of the A-111. "Shields are down to 40%. Lets send them a message that we aren't to be messed with." Peter punched a button with his fist and watched as the Dalriadan ship exploded. FMD: 4.0130 "Thank you, Lieutenants," was all the Commanders said before Peter had a chance to collapse down on the cough in Captain Y'saar's ready room. Respectfully Submitted, ### LTjg Peter Black Combat Shuttle Pilot, NAsW716, SB ALIGHIERI ###@globalserve.net NRPG: Well, that got us to FMD 4, we know the missiles work on smaller ships and we've got shield information. I'll let you deal with that Michael since I'm no engineer. I hope that was satisfactory to my fellow pilots and Dave, please don't blame Peter for falling asleep on you - he's a tired boy! TIMELINE: FMD: 3.1415 Shadow and Barbie are ordered to take sensor scans of Dalriadan ships FMD: 3.1730 Shadow and Barbie head into enemy territory FMD: 3.2000 Scans complete, pilots prepare to go home FMD: 3.2230 A-111 battles it out with Dalriadan freighter and wins using new missiles FMD: 4.0130 Peter goes to sleep in Y'saar's ready room ***This message sent by an official member of Indigo Fleet*** Are you also posting your message to the newsgroup?!!! ---END TRANSMISSION---