From loeblich@rt66.com Sun Jun 28 00:41:41 1998 Date: Thu, 18 Jun 1998 10:34:36 -0600 From: M & D Loeblich To: INDIGO FLEET List Serve Subject: Read this one... not the other: [INDIGO] SB OMEGA/USS PROMETHEUS/USS YAMATO: "All I Wanted Was A Drink" [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: Thu, 18 Jun 1998 10:36:00 -0600 From: "M & D Loeblich" Subject: Read this one... not the other: [INDIGO] SB OMEGA/USS PROMETHEUS/USS YAMATO: "All I Wanted Was A Drink" NRPG: I made a goof in editing... Please dispose of the previous version and read this one... apologies... |Observation Deck, SB OMEGA |FMD: 6.2345 | |Lexaura milled around for a few moments, surveying the room. *Where |is Roxy?* she thought. Usually, at least when Tur was housed by |Sandia, the young betazoid could find her trill friend in a matter of |a heartbeat. Something must be detaining her this evening. Either |that, or the trill's new host was not as easy to read as the previous |one. Lexaura mused at the thought. | |Tensions on the station were high. Obviously, news of the AGGIE's |demise had hit. The thought of Dalriadan forces attacking the station |couldn't be too far behind. | |With the flag ship of INDIGO docked, as well as the PROMETHEUS, people |had to feel a bit safer. There was some means of defense. As meager |as it is. | |"I will not speculate on the situation, as you know that is no our |way. However we should go over the facts one more time," | |Lexaura stumbled onto a group of Vulcans debating the current state of |the fleet. | |"I do not believe the facts are in question," one of the men |interrupted "However we do not have all the facts and we have been |discussing what little facts we have all afternoon, obviously we do |not have enough of the facts to paint a picture of the situation. I |think we should try to ask the INDIGOXO face to face about what is |going on here." | |"I tried that Veridan. He was not available to speak with." | |The group began to move, still intently debating. "Well we must keep |on trying. We must find out why our messages have not been sent to the |vulcan fleet, and why we have not been able to contact the Ambassador. |We cant give up." | |Lexaura watched them, then her gaze focused on a young female officer, |who had apparently been engaged in the same activity. Quickly, the |blond trill approached. "Excuse me. I couldn't help but notice that |you were watching our vulcan friends over there." | |Anksha sighed. "I'm not sure I wanted to overhear that. I suspect |I'm going to have a lot of work ahead of me, if tensions on the YAMATO |are anything like tensions here on base." She smiled, then extended a |hand in introduction, "Anksha P'aten, soon to be Ship's Counselor on |the YAMATO." | |Lexaura grinned. "Lexaura Tur, Ship's Counselor for the PROM." They |shook hands. "I'm sorry to say that I think every ship in INDIGO |feels like this at the moment. War has that affect." | |Anksha nodded in agreement. | |Lexaura sighed. "I'm looking for a friend of mine. We were supposed |to meet for a nightcap. Would you care to join us?" | |"I wouldn't want to intrude." | |Lexaura had the vaguest feeling that the other counselor thought she |was waiting for a male friend. "Oh, non-sense. Roxy wouldn't mind at |all." | |"Are you sure?" | |"Yes." Lexaura stood on her toes to look around the room once more. | |"What does - Roxy? - look like?" | |"Short, curvy woman - black eyes - fair skin - straight charcoal black |hair, about down to her waist - or at least it was the last time I saw |her." | |Anksha began to look around her in the other direction. "When was |that?" | |"About three years ago." | |"Oh." | |Lexaura shrugged and turned to her new friend. "I don't see her here. |I bet her medical survey went long. Are you up for a short walk?" | |"Sure, I guess." | |"I can fill you in a little on what has been happening in the fleet |over the past week." | | |Turbolift, SB OMEGA |FMD: 7.0000 | |"We skated through with minimal losses aboard our ship, though, the |loss of the Commanding Officer is not something easily taken in |stride," Lexaura continued. | |"I hope I have better luck on the YAMATO. Loss of a CO can be |devastating to morale." | |"Indeed," Lexaura agreed. "I'm hoping to schedule some sort of |memorial service ASAP. Hopefully before, or shortly after, we leave |dock tomorrow." | |The turbolift stopped and the door opened. | |Anksha looked out. "This isn't the right deck." | |"No, it isn't." Lexaura reached for the manual control, and attempted |to reset the destination. The computer would not comply. | |"What's going on?" | |"I don't know, but I don't like it." Lexaura punched the wall. "This |is all I need to today. All I wanted was a drink," she muttered. She |shook her head and smiled, "Welcome to INDIGO!" | |"What do you think it is?" | |"I don't know." She tapped her commbadge, "Turbolift 12-B to Station |Operations." | |[Operations,] a young man responded. | |"This is Lieutenant Tur, USS PROMETHEUS. I'm trying to get to the |situation room, to meet Commodore Royan, but the turbolift is stuck." | |"Commodore?" Anksha whispered. | |Lexaura continued uninterrupted. "Could you tell me what is going |on?" | |[This is Commander K'Bronn. You say you are headed to the situation |room?] | |"Yes..." Lexaura answered. "What is going on, Commander?" | |[That is what we are attempting to assertain. Lieutenant, is there |anyone with you?] | |Lexaura looked to her new companion. "Yes, sir. Ensign Anksha |P'aten, to be assigned to the YORKTOWN. That is all." | |The next thing they knew, they were in a transporter beam. | |Station Operations, SB OMEGA |FMD: 7.0005 | |"Lieutenant," K'Bronn began, before the pair of counselors had fully |materialized, "what do you know about the situation room?" | |"Tables, chairs, standard Federation decor," she quipped, "though I |have not been privy to set my own eyes upon the room." | |K'Bronn held back a growl. | |The romulan woman next to him placed her hands on her hips. | |"Hello, little girl," Lexaura said, mockingly waving. "You look well." | |The woman's face swelled a subtle shade of green - not from |embarrassment. Anger. It was definitely anger. | |Anksha wondered, seriously, if she made the right decision on the |Observation deck. Bed would have been a much better idea. | |"Lieutenant," K'Bronn commanded. | |The trill sighed. "I received a message from Commodore Royan at about |2300 hours. She was bored out of her mind. Her medical survey |meeting was concluding, and she had intended to meet with me on the |observation deck for a nightcap. She did not keep our appointment." | |"Do you know who she was meeting with?" | |"She was just meeting with medical staff. She did mention that a few |brass were filtering into the room, and she was hoping to get out of |there before another meeting started." | |"Did she mention who the brass were?" K'Bronn grilled. | |"She said there was a vice-admiral and a rear-admiral among them." | |"Brooks and Phaser," K'Bronn concluded. | |Lexaura repeated her previous inquiry, having coughed up any and all |information she had. "What is going on?" | |"A hostage situation, we believe," Sinjin replied. Her anger had |subsided. For the moment. Lexaura knew it was only for the moment. | |"Admiral Phaser is the perpetrator, I presume." | |"It would seem so," K'Bronn responded. "What led you to that |conclusion? Are you withholding information?" | |Lexaura shook her head. "Negative, Commander. I just read all of the |signs." She moved towards some empty chairs, and waved for Anksha to |join her. "I wouldn't worry about it. I'm sure Roxy has something up |her sleeve." | | |INDIGO Fleet Situation Room, SB OMEGA |FMD: 7.0010 | |The group awkwardly huddled against the wall. Admiral Phaser sat on |the edge of the table, training a weapon in one hand, holding a |detonation device in the other. | |Sorill, Brooks, and Royan conversed with their eyes. | |"It's getting warm in here," Roxella fained, unzipping her collar, |revealing more white skin. "Admiral, could you adjust the temperature |in here? I'm afraid I might faint." | |Roxella nodded to Sorill, and then moved to her knees. "I'm so |uncomfortable," she whined. She reached up and removed a rather large |pin, unfolding her long black tresses of hair. | |Phaser watched her move. | |"James," she said softly, can't you do something about this heat?" | |"Silence," he ordered. | |She bit her lip in a pouty fashion. *Let's get out of here,* she |projected telepathically. *I can help you get off of the base. Just |take me as your hostage. And when we get to your tropical paradise, I |can repay you in ways you can only imagine.* She traced her red lips |with her index finger. | |Sorill cautiously adjusted his position, in order to get to his feet. | |*Come on, James.* Her tongue touched her fingertip. *Imagine the |possibilities.* | |Sorill raised an eyebrow. | |*James,* she taunted. | |Phaser swallowed the excess saliva in his mouth. | |Roxella traced the contour of her jaw and neck with her moistened |fingertip. | |Phaser stared. | |"James," she said softly. | |Sorill got to his feet, reaching for Phaser's weapons. In that |moment, Phaser's attention was moved to the Lieutenant Colonel. | |"Sit!" Phaser shouted. Sorill backed away, quickly. | |"And you," Phaser said, pointing his weapon at Roxella, "shut up and |get out of my head. I'm a married man." He added, "Some slutty |betazoid is not going to deter my concentration." | |"I already have, vetlh," she mused. | |Perspiration beaded on Phaser's forehead. "Vetlh?" | |"Cockroach," Sorill answered. | |Phaser's eyes narrowed on the betazoid commodore. "Any more klingon |from you, and I shoot." | |"I doubt it," she muttered. *You don't have the balls.* | | |NRPG: A backpost.. for fun. I hope I didn't use anyone's |character improperly. I just needed to get this out, as I will be |away most of the weekend. | |6.2345 Tur meets P'aten on SB OMEGA Observation deck (Dana) |7.0000 The turbolift doesn't work properly (Dana) |7.0005 K'Bronn questions Tur (Dana) |7.0010 Royan takes an interesting tactic to get Phaser (Dana) | | |Respectfully Submitted, | |Dana Loeblich |loeblich@rt66.com |as |Ltjg Lexaura Tur, CNS, USS PROMETHEUS |Cmdor Roxella Royan, SF Medical Advisor | | | | |***This message sent by an official member of Indigo Fleet*** | | | |Are you also posting your message to the newsgroup?!!! | | |---END TRANSMISSION--- | | | ***This message sent by an official member of Indigo Fleet*** Are you also posting your message to the newsgroup?!!! ---END TRANSMISSION---