From mwolfe@kiln.isn.net Mon Jun 29 14:38:50 1998
Date: Mon, 29 Jun 1998 02:25:19 -0300 (ADT)
From: Morgan Wolfe <mwolfe@kiln.isn.net>
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Subject: USS Yamato: some duct tape here, and wire here...


MD 7.1628
SD 100629.0146

Jeffries Tube AA-14

	Morgan was laying in the tube, feet hanging out into the
T-junction.  He was trying to cross feed a power relay to the cloaking
device as a backup.  So far things were going good.

	Out in the hall, there could be heard some mumbling, like some one
talking in a hushed tone.  Connor stopped and looked around.  It has to be
Morgan.  He peered into the tube, and could see Wolfe's legs at the far
end.

	"Morgan." he waited for a moment, when he got no reply, he raised
his voice a bit, "Morgan."  There was still no reply.

	"MORGAN!"

	Someone was calling his name, he thought, but there was noone
around...a moment later, he heard the voice again.  Then, he heard it
really loud, and conscious flooded back into his head.  He tried to sit up
and smacked his head against the roof of the tube.

	"God damn, sonof a..."

	Morgan shimmied his way out of the tube and stood up infront of
the XO.

	"Yes sir?"

	Morgan looked like hell.  His left arm was tied to his chest with
what looked like optical cable, and there was now a small cut on his
forehead.

	"When was the last time you slept, Morgan?"

	Morgan, surpressed a smirk.  He knew it had been a while since he
got a good sleep.  Of course, he wouldn't say that.

	"Ummm, actually, quite recently."

	The XO eyed him, and Morgan couldn't tell if he knew or not.  It
wouldn't be good if he found out he was telling a small white lie...

	Connor nodded and wished him speed and luck with the repairs, then
walked off.  Maybe he knew that he had woken Morgan up.  Morgan shrugged
and went back to work in the tube.  He no sooner got back in the tube,
then his commbadge beeped.

	"Wolfe here...make it quick."

	"Ummm, Morgan, Serra just went into labour.  You had better get
down here.  She's asking for you...quite loudly."

	Morgan thought for sure that he could hear her cursing his name.
He knew that it was going to be a long few hours, or more...

	"On my way, I guess..."

Respectfully submitted,
Lt. Morgan Wolfe
CEO USS Yamato


NRPG: WEEEEEEEE!!!!

	"Follow orders? No chance. Orders are for those who don't know 
what to do, and that isn't my problem."

						-Lt (jg)Morgan Wolfe