A Post to Combine All Posts. By Rob Versteegt, and several others.
NRPG: This is just one of the ideas I've got for the newspaper... a posting mix-up! What would happen when you'd put several posts of several dutystations together? Well, we'll just have to see, won't we? Oh, and one word of advise: don't expect this to make sense. :P Here goes:
RPG:
(Unknown Planet - Abandoned City - 2392.07.09, 2030)
Alastriona peered down the dim lit street and saw something rapidly moving along in their direction. It was some sort of tapered cylinder, propelled by an invisible force. Blue lights shone from its metallic surface. She pointed at the object as it came into view far down the street. "There!"
The Emperor's rampage was interrupted by a flash of blue and the air sizzling. Slowly, two forms materialized in the middle of the large, high-ceilinged room. One was the familiar figure of General Dru'phen. The other was a small, beardless man about two-thirds the height of the average Raq'hil. Mordkhal thought at first it was a child, but on further examination it was wearing what appeared to be a military uniform. The Emperor and his chief of staff stood there, their jaws hanging open.
"Who is your leader?" asked Matuga, raising his voice to be heard in the bay.
Now Linda reacted. "We could ask the same of you." She said, hoping that she did not sound *too* hostile.
"I'm Commander Matuga Denebris. You're onboard the USS Odyssey."
"Commander, my patience has run out," Tugg said. "This story about officers not having returned to your ship; Starfleet officers are too disciplined for that. I don't know what you are up to, but this has gone on long enough now. I am ordering you to leave at once."
He shook his head. "We're not out of danger yet, although for the moment you're safe." He looked around, and decided this would not be the greatest of places to question this man. "We need to know more about how you came to be here, and why....could I speak with you somewhere more private?"
It was an evening never to be forgotten, for the first time in weeks they had actually forgotten about their differences and just been the ones they had each fallen in love with. The night had then later been crowned with wonderful sex. Gosh, had it only been two weeks since that night? Felt like a lifetime… it had been an amazing night, something she wanted to repeat every night for the rest of her life if possible.
The bodies and the blood on the bridge was a nice change from the last time she had been here. It was beginning to look more like their own ship with each passing moment.
Lt. PaRel and his crew shared a puzzled look.
"Ok, turn it on again." Chris called from the back of the vehicle.
As if on cue, the fire suppression system kicked in. The smoldering spot was soon put out, sending small puffs of black smoke into the air. The life support went up a notch and the smoke was quickly vented. As Norman returned to the lab Ensign Wiley appeared to be sniffing the arm of his service uniform.
"These uniforms don't smell that great after they've been burned, do they?"
Disappointment filled Davert's voice, "I said if you have any problems that you should leave them behind. You took an oath when you entered Starfleet Medical, didn't you?"
"Absolutely," Colin said with certainty.
"I'm taking us back out of orbit," Jennifer told Chris, taking the helm station despite the stinging aches and pains throughout her body. "We've got a rendezvous to make."
"You may bring one or two companions, if you wish." Commander Denebris said.
"No." Had this been a normal situation, back on Pandora Station, Threnn would have been surprised by a crewmember reacting that way. Now though, here on Delta One, insubordinance seemed to be standard response. "I'm busy. Go away."
"Why?" Nikki began "Is there something we need to do?"
"You should have the counsellor stay close by. It's going to be nasty."
"Commander Summers and a few others stormed the bridge." Chris said. "It's been taken care of. The Commander is dead and the others have been transferred to the planet."
"Of course. I thank you and Dr. Palder for all you have done" T'kella told the woman, placing a hand on her chest.
He paused for a moment, thinking of the right words to say. "Sir, permission to speak freely?" h finally said. Some doubt had seeped into his words, and he wanted to share his doubts with Torn -- perhaps the Captain could put those doubts to rest.
"Commander, my patience has run out, I am ordering you to leave at once."
"Uhm. . . right." Jacques spoke up, not really knowing what to do. "I don't suppose I could convince you that this is one of my people's ways of saying 'I respect you'?"
Nikki smiled and blinked. "Sure, it's a date."
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(Posted by... well, most people in Frontier Fleet, and put together by me. ;-) )
