From Mark_Stringer@xplora.co.uk Mon Jun 8 08:21:24 1998 Date: Wed, 27 May 1998 10:36:10 -0600 From: Mark Stringer To: INDIGO FLEET List Serve Subject: [INDIGO] USS PROMETHEUS: A Flying we will go ---OFFICIAL INDIGO FLEET TRANSMISSION--- Date: Wed, 27 May 1998 17:33:19 +0100 From: Mark Stringer Subject: [INDIGO] USS PROMETHEUS: A Flying we will go SCEAN: Bridge FMD: 6.1654 >"Fourth wave of missiles approaching, sir," he said grimly, knowing full well >it might just be the last report he ever made. "No shields or probes this time >to even slow them down." Looking up, with terror on his face, he suddenly >blurted: "Sovak! It's going to hit the bridge!" > >"Sovak to crew," called the Vulcan, punching the intercom button. "Brace for >impact." Matthew knew, as did everyone else on the bridge, that a direct hit on the Bridge would probably kill them all, strangely he went very very calm and his mind seemed to become detached from the noise indeded the whole situation. >As they had suspected, this was the worst one of all. The ship rocked with >explosions, and the deck suddenly tilted at a thirty degree angle, throwing >everyone except the firmly anchored Chaz heavily to the floor. Matthew cought the explosion out of the corner of his eye, a blinding white flash, followed by several shap pains and then the force of the explosion. everythng went dark his last thought *Curious* >Genuine cries of pain mingled with shouts of despair and terror as the bridge >was >enveloped in darkness when even the emergency systems overloaded and blew. The >only light came from showers of sparks in a dozen places and a fire at the >Science >station, where the console had exploded, catapulting Lt Defors over the >railing and >across the room to roll up against the opposite wall in a still heap.. ********************************* FMD: 6.1705 It wasn't matthew, just an awarness, you could call it the subconsious whatever it new something was wrong, it didn't know what. The first thing Defor noticed was the light, pulsing red to match the pain, somthing told nim not to move then nothing again. This time the light was white and it was definatly voices he coulf here. "We better get him to sickbay" "He'd be dead before we got there" "Transporter?" "You know who this is, i doub't the transporter could bet a lock, this triquarder isn't regestring a thing" *Will you to stop babaling,* The pair both jumped and tock two steps back, "Christ" Matthew Tried to move his right leg [NRPG: assuming lying on left side ok.] the pain cam from the left, *I Need to know what's happedn'd* "Ah, you've got bit's of the console tuck in you, you entire left side is either cover'd in blood man i feel stupid. *Get over it, this is kinda dificult you know* matthew didn't see the point it telling them how basic there minds were, "Well, your kinda burnt up, your left leg is twisted in on itself, " *Humph, You better carry me to sickbay, now listen closely, i'm going to have to slow my heart rate if i can. wen you get there, have my leg reset, and the intrusions removed, once that's done i'll buy you two a drink.* They looked at each other and shruged, they were security guards not doctors, so they did as they wre told. NRPG: Greg, on more patiant. FMD: 6.1654 Defor Get's Blown up big syle, FMD: 6.1705 A Couple of Security guards get defor to sickbay. On an admin note, i think there is a conflict on that first time, only by a few minnits though. Tim : yes i guess it is ***This message sent by an official member of Indigo Fleet*** Are you also posting your message to the newsgroup?!!! ---END TRANSMISSION---