From mwolfe@kiln.isn.net Sun Jun 7 12:10:11 1998 Date: Thu, 28 May 1998 05:24:38 -0300 (ADT) From: Morgan Wolfe To: Alton and Elizabeth Reich Cc: distribution:@kiln.isn.net; (see end of body) Subject: Re: USS YAMATO: Discretion iMight Have Been the Better Part of Valor > >FMD: 7.1820 >Scene: USS YAMATO: Engineering The YAMATO was overtaken by the wave of intense energy and thrown like a > toy. The ship was accelerated away from the burning hulk of the COUGAR > at just under the speed of light and left behind as the wave dissapated. > > On the bridge only the emergency lights remained lit, and Isaac heard > Bregnan mutter, "Bloody hell," as he pushed himself back into a sitting > position from leaning on his panel. > > In engineering, it was much the same, only there were more peple thrown around, having no chair to support them. Morgan picked himself up off the floor, cursing. > > > "Wolfe here, Sir." he replied, moving towards the main system readout panel. > > we're going to be nothing more than names on a list of casualties. > Understood?> > > "Aye, Sir. I'll see if I've got a spare miricle here somewhere." > > > He took a good look at the readout, already knowing that it was bad. The plasma injector had a crack in it's casing and the main EPS conduit was out. That, and the fact that the cloaking device was smeared arcoss a bulkhead. Oh what fun this would be.... "Alpha team, see if ya can't get the EPS conduits up to snuff. Ryoga, take bravo and work on the injectors. If the primary doesn't look immediately repairable, bypass and use the secondaries. If that fails, pull one from a shuttlecraft. I don't care how you do it, just get it done." Wolfe walked into the room where the cloaking device was located. Although the device itself was mostly intact, most of the connectors and power input device were trashed. He examined the cloak, noting that it appeared to be usable. He hoped that it would be, as there wouldn't be time to give it a propper test when it got hooked back up...IF it got hooked back up. He got to work on it immediatly, with a few of the remaining engineers. All it was now, was a race against time. It took almsost fifteen minutes to get all the relays hooked back up to it, except power. The EPS conduit was proving to be very stubborn. Morgan looked around for someway to power the cloaking device. "I'm working on it, sir. All I need is a few more minutes." Morgan ran out of the room, heading for the impulse comtrol panel. The ship still had impulse power, just not power to the whole ship, and no warp power. Not having time to pull the panel apart properly, he pulled back on his left hand, folding it back at the wrist. He pointed at the panel, and flexed the upper arm. A small beam speared out into the plastic and metal, carving a rough circle. He pulled out optical cables and headed back for the cloaking device, the cables training behind him. It didn't take long to realize that there wasn't enough to reach by going around walls. He put two holes in the interveining walls before the power cell was depleted. He cursed, flipping his hand back down and balling it into a fist. He couldn't put his fist through the duranium of the bulkhead, but he might be able to put it through the window. Morgan figured that they may have another 30 seconds before all hell broke loose. Having already been a Dalridia prisoner once before, he had no wish to be one again. He put all his strength into his punch, and strained his shoulder as it bounced off the window. He looked around engineering, and the faces told him all that he needed to know. they were so close to escape, the only thing holding them back was an inch of transparent aluminum. They had tried their best, and it hadn't been good enough...HE hadn't been good enough, and now, everyone would die. Serra and his unborn child would die. Letting out a blood curdling scream that, mostlikely could be heard on the bridge without the aid of communications, Morgan swung his left arm in a viscous backhand that connected with the edge of the window, and popped one corner free, just enough to get the cables through. The engineering compartment leapt into action, passing the cables through the holes and plugging the device in. Morgan opened a channel to the bridge. "Captain, one miracle on the cloak, as ordered." He heard orders being barked and felt the familiar feel of the ship cloaking. Then he collapsed into a sitting position in a corner and watched the bustle for a while. Miraculously submitted, Lt Morgan Wolfe CEO USS YAMATO NRPG: One tailor made miracle...i hope that we don't start to rely on engineering miracles too much in the future...they can be very nerve racking %%% overflow headers %%% Cc: Josh Young , jyoung@nqks.com, Pat Schumacher , Gabrielle Blair , Jeff Uribe , Les Chappelle , Janis Hill , Vicke Denniston , vicden1@yahoo.com, Kristine Berg , Karen Fainges , Alexs Thompson , Jeffrey Jenkins , Dana Loeblich , George Harmon %%% end overflow headers %%%