From farquar79@hotmail.com Thu Jun 11 22:49:18 1998 Date: Thu, 11 Jun 1998 17:28:35 -0600 From: David Youtz To: INDIGO FLEET List Serve Subject: [INDIGO] USS PROMETHEUS : Milk, It does a body good. ---OFFICIAL INDIGO FLEET TRANSMISSION--- Date: Thu, 11 Jun 1998 16:30:46 PDT From: "David Youtz" Subject: [INDIGO] USS PROMETHEUS : Milk, It does a body good. FMD 07:0820 USS PROMETHEUS Scene: OPS Dept Head Office LT Chaz Modix, newly appointed head of the OPS department slammed his fist onto his desktop. "Damnit!" he shouted, "I don't care if regulation Z/12 Alpha 9-0-212 says we have to wait for fleet aproval, we need two cases of replacement negative power couplings now! You get on the horn and get me some results, Cheif, or I'll have you head on a silver platter with a Anassian Fenadendron as a garnish!" Chaz glared into his monitor. "Have I made myself understood?" The grizzled Cheif, face red with anger, slowly nodded in the affirmative, and straining to stifle his frustration with the upstart OPS officer who addressed him, slowly answered. "Perfectly, Sir. I will get in touch with you when I have more information." Chaz sat back, placing his upper two hands behind his head, and beamed. His demeanor changed completel, reverting back to his normal, cheerful self. "Thanks Cheif. I owe you one. Modix out." Chaz cut the connection. "Now," Chaz said aloud to himself., "let's get back to those assistants for Engineering." Chaz began sifting through each of the department personel logs, searching for crew members with enough Engineering background to help Walker and Kyran get the ship back in order. Almost everyone had some sort of Engineering, but most were already commited to other important taskes. However, it wasn't too difficult to find the names of a few individuals who fit the bill, and Chaz promptly called them up and asked them to report to either Walker or Kyran for further instructions. Eventually Chaz came to his former department, Tactical. "Aha!," he eclaimed. Hailed ENS Pascal. "LT Modix to ENS Pascal" [Oui?] came the promt reply. "Mister Pascal, I see you made an A+ in Warp Propulsion Technology back at the Acadamy." [Oui, LT. Whah du yu ask?] Pascal's accent was so thick it bordered on comical. "Well Sir, you have been drafted to assist Walker and Kyran in their efforts to repair the ship." [Ach! But whaht about zi weapon zystemz?] "Don't you worry about that. There are plenty of people in that department qualified to complete the job, and they don't have engeneering experience. Besides, after you finish with Walker, I am goint to see if I can't manage a transfer for you. I would like you to be my assistant here in OPS. Would you like the position?" [But, of course!] "Great, our creator has been wanting to turn you into a better developed NPC, and this new position ought to do the trick. report to my office when you finish with Engineering." [Oui! LT Sahr!] Chaz smiled thoughtfully. Then quietly, he turned back to his appointed task. FMD 07:1220 Scene: 5 Forward Chaz bellied up to the bar like a Pallerian Pirate and ordered himself a tall fresh glass of milk, and a bottle of Honey. Bartender Samsa clicked and wiggled his antenae in laughter. "So, my friend, being in mood for one to be tying on you are I see." Chaz smiled sheepishly. "I suppose so. This is my lunch time, and I thought I might try to unwind a little." Chaz poured a good portion of Honey into the glass of Milk and slowly stirred it in. "Thinking you giving up that habit had." Gregor chuckled. "What? Milk and Honey? How could I ever give up a gift from the Gods? I just wish we had more of this stuff back at home." Chaz finished stirring, then lifted the glass up, offering a toast, "Gregor, my old pal, here is to getting out of this mess alive." Chaz downed the contents of the glass in one fell swoop. The effects were almost immediate. Chaz tried to focus on Gregor, but gave up once he saw five of him, and they were all wearing tutu's. The bar felt like it had transmuted into a substance with the tensile strength of Romulan oatmeal, and Chaz's lower arms, which were resting on the bar and supporting his weight, began to sink deeper and deeper into the top surface. Eventually Chaz's body became indestiguishable and inseperable from the countertop and his mind decided, since the body was so distracted by the oatmeal, it would be a good time to take a vacation. Taking a sharp left, his consciousness soon found itself wandering about amongst the fileing cabinets, dustbins and blue fish which assumed residency inside of brain. The smell of tapioca, wich Chaz hated, mixed with shoe polish permeated the air. Chaz noticed a nifty purple fileing cabinet off to the right, and wiggled over to investigate. "Aha!" he shouted, "my Juji Fruits! I wondered where those were." Chaz would have popped one in his mouth, but his mouth was having problems of it's own right now, trying to recite Hamlet in Klingon, and probably wouldn't apreciate an interuption at this particular moment, whenever, and whatever, that might be. So, the movie candy was filed away again and just as Chaz was about to make friends with a nice Terellian Wildebeast that happened to wander past, Chaz heard what sounded like a swarm of Rigellian Rock wasps. The buzzing became louder and louder, becoming almost hypnotic, begining to pusle rythmicly. It reminded Chaz of that time on Greh'beh IV when he had communed with the local Accountant/Biker/Nomad Tribe that inhabited the outskirts of the capital city. They all looked funny with their ties and pocket protectors, but, Man could those boys drum! Louder, and Louder the buzzing became, the rythmn sharper and sharper, until it was no rythmn at all, but words. Suddenly, Chaz blinked. "Chaz! Chaz!" Samsa clicked impatiently. "Huh? What" Chaz asked, shaking his still spinning head. "Wanting some more are you?" Samsa asked. "Um, no. I think one will do me for the day. However, I might be back tomorrow. Keep the honey fresh. "Very well. Counting supplies I am having to do now. Please excuse." Samsa click clattered arawy happily, leaving Chaz at the bar, staring at his empty Milk glass. "Wow!" He exclaimed softly. "That was intense!" "What was intense?" came an ambiguous voice from behind him...... ***************************************************************** NRPG: All: Well, anyone care to do a joint post. Hey, nobody said milk and Honey were contraband! ***************************************************************** FMD 07:0820 Chaz's first morning at OPS David FMD 07:1220 Chaz has some Milk N Honey David Respectfully, David Youtz LT Chaz Modix, OPS, USS PROMETHEUS ______________________________________________________ Get Your Private, Free Email at http://www.hotmail.com ***This message sent by an official member of Indigo Fleet*** Are you also posting your message to the newsgroup?!!! ---END TRANSMISSION---