From jyoung@nqks.com Sun Jun 28 22:54:26 1998 Date: Sun, 21 Jun 1998 19:15:02 -0600 From: Josh Young To: INDIGO FLEET List Serve Subject: [INDIGO] USS PROMETHEUS: They shoot horses don't they? ---OFFICIAL INDIGO FLEET TRANSMISSION--- Date: Sun, 21 Jun 1998 20:11:17 -0500 From: Josh Young Subject: [INDIGO] USS PROMETHEUS: They shoot horses don't they? FMD: 7.0830 Scene: XO's Office It had been nearly 24 hours since Rand had afforded himself any sleep. Over eight hours spent in an EVA suit crawling about the hull of the starship, many more hours used in coordinating the repairs. He had felt that by getting everything on track to meet the admiral's timeline for departure, that the crew had performed admiraly. However, Captain Sovak felt differently. He wanted to push the crew harder so that the ship would be ready two hours ahead of schedule. He was the captain however, and if he wished the ship ready at 1700, then so be it, the ship would be ready. Stifling a deep yawn, the Dalriada closed his eyes for a moment. It did feel so good! Taking a few deep breaths, he tried to relax, for just a few moments. *Beep!* {Incoming transmission from Starbase OMEGA} "Computer, display message, authorization 934-Tango", Talon said through gritted teeth, opening his eyes reluctantly. A young LT(jg) no name, never to be seen again NPC, personnel officer's face appeared on the screen. He smiled, the chipper cheerful face of someone who hadn't had to worry about sleep deprivation in quite some time. [Good morning, sir. Jeez you really look like hell. Damn Dalriada, got everyone all screwed up. Well, you know what they say, the only good Dalriada is a dead Dalriada.] "Can I *Help* you with something, Lieutenant?", Talon nearly growled back into the viewscreen. The lieutenant's eye's widened in surprise, [Did I say something offensive, sir? I mean, I figured that after what happened with your Captain and all that..........] "Lieutenant?", Talon asked, as if speaking to a small child. [Ahem....oh, yes sir. I was contacting you to inform you that your Chief Medical Officer, Doctor Kenfald has been reassigned. A Doctor Mpondo has been assigned as your new Cee-Emm-Ow.] Rand's brow furled for a moment in concentration. He of course had, as most of the crew did, heard of the encounter that Kenfald and Lieutenant Tur had had. A transfer though, well, it had caught him a bit off guard. "Any word on our new tactical officer yet?" [Uh.......Hmmmmmm.....No, sir.], the lieutenant said, scanning through some PADD's. The XO sighed, "Too much to hope for I suppose. If you happen to find one lying randomly around somewhere, please shuffle him, her or it our way, please. There is a war going on.", he added sarcastically. The lieutenant grinned, completely missing the sarcasm. Smart guy, thought Talon. Glad he works behind a desk. [You betcha, sir, and we're gonna kick those damn Dalriada all the way back to where they came from!] "Earth?", Rand couldn't help saying. [Huh......sir?] "The Dalriada originated from Earth." [Oh....but....well.......] "Thanks for the information, Lieutenant. Have a nice day.", Talon said cutting the link. *Where do they find some of these people!?*, he thought. Realizing that he wasn't going to be able to sleep now, he stood and decided to check on how the repairs were coming. ***************************************** FMD: 7.1400 Scene: Unimportant passageway on the PROMETHEUS Stopping for a moment, Talon leaned up against the side of the bulkhead. He was beginning to feel completely drained. So much work to be done in so little time. He knew that the entire crew was feeling the same way. They had to rest sometime. At this rate, they wouldn't be worth a damn against an ancient AV-8B Harrier Jumpjet from the late 20th Century. Running a hand along his forehead, he didn't see the approaching form of the ship's counselor, Lieutenant Lexaura Tur. "Hello, Commander. You look like hell, how do you feel?", the Trill said stopping. Peering from between his fingers at who had spoken, Rand inhaled deeply before replying, "They shoot horses don't they?". Tur raised a quizzical eyebrow, "I'm not familiar with that one." "Mid 20th Century Movie. An actress named Jane Fonda. About some sort of dance that lasted for days. Set in the Great Depression. To make a long story short, she gets shot in the head at the end, they're all quite mad from this non-stop event and life in general. The young man who shot her said those words to the authorities. Somehow it feels quite appropriate to our current situation." "You haven't any plans to shoot anyone in the head do you?", Lexaura quipped. "No, of course not. Not yet anyway. So, while I have you here, can you fill me in on the Admiral Phaser incident over on OMEGA? After all, he did assign me to the PROMETHEUS, and well finding out he's in league with the enemy and well.......considering my race, people are going to start wondering again. Not too healthy for a crew to not trust their XO given the situation. To top it off, I think I was just starting to become just a little bit accepted by some of the crew." (Dana: Care to add anything here?) ************************************************* FMD: 7.2200 Scene: Bridge Rand watched as the doors hissed shut behind Captain Sovak. Of most of the crew, he was one who didn't have any problem thinking of the Vulcan in that way. Most of the crew still silently called the captain "Robo-Vulcan" behind his back. Rand thought that it rivaled "Leadbottom" at least. Ensign Pascal, tired as he was, looked even more worn out after the rebuke by the senior officer aboard the ship. Approaching the OPS console he sighed softly. "Pascal, don't take it to heart. We've all had a pretty rough time over the last few days, even Vulcans aren't completely immune to pressure and lack of sleep. I don't think he meant it." "Oh, my commander, I do not t'sink dyou know ze capitane very good zo far. He meant it.", the French Ops assistant replied sadly. "Chin up, Pascal, chin up. You'll be fine, like the rest of us. Keep those sensors open, and keep your eyes and ears open, people.", Rand said, thinking to himself that Sovak's demeanor had been rather untypical of himself in a way. His chastising of Pascal had been, well, sort of threatening. Something about the Captain just didn't sit right with the Dalriada XO. Something wasn't right at all. Give it some time, he told himself, give it some time. The answer would show itself, it always did. respectfully submitted, LCDR Rand Talon XO, USS PROMETHEUS Josh Young jyoung@nqks.com 7.0830 Talon learns of Kenfald's transfer Josh 7.1400 Talon and Tur talk Josh 7.2200 PROMETHEUS settles into the waiting game Josh NRPG: Tim: Thanks for that wonderful demerit buddy. I feel like I just won a prize or something! Actually, I had to revamp this post a bit, as yours contradicted some of what I had written already, so I scrapped parts and rewrote others. NBD. Dana: Feel free to expand on the Talon/Tur converstion, or set something up for a later date. I decided I'd give ya an opening to converse with the XO. All: I will expand further as we go on the fear of Talon being a traitor or a spy, considering our friendly neighborhood turncoat, Benjamin Arnold Trock's wonderful character, Admiral Phaser's jumping of sides. Feel free to view your own concern's about this as well. JP, I know Kyran will have something to say! Dennis, Gabriel was just starting to accept Rand too, does this change anything. Greg: Does that annoying personnel officer find a TAC officer lying around on OMEGA? Had to give ya a hard time ya know. Demerit buddies and all! Hehe. ***This message sent by an official member of Indigo Fleet*** Are you also posting your message to the newsgroup?!!! ---END TRANSMISSION---