From: Bianca Payne <biancaknox@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
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Date: Wed Jun 15, 2005 9:50 am
Subject: [USS Calypso] Missing....Found
SD: 170615.0848
MD: 4: 1120
Ensign Sandleson of the Beta ****ft padded up to Holodeck 2 in his swim
trunks and flip-flops, a towel tossed over his shoulder. One of the
science officers had recommended this program, a counselor-approved
program at that, called Contadora Island. After the stress of the past
couple of days, he needed a break.
He entered the commands on the keypad to open the program, and the
doors slid open on a white sand beach that snuggled an aqua blue
stretch of ocean. It was warm, but a cool sea breeze wafted
salt-scented air into the hallway. Sandleson stepped through the doors
and into paradise. Strolling across the sugary white sand towards one
of the hammocks hanging between two trees, he tossed his towel down in
it and turned towards the crystal clear waters gently lapping the beach
in a lulling rhythm. Soft Spanish guitar music drifted on the breezes
from the restaurant up by the grove.
A figure stood up in the waist-high water and started coming towards
him, sun-bronzed, slim, and definitely female, wearing a black s****ty
bra and knit, fitted shorts-like bottoms, her damp hair slicked back
and blowing in the breezes. As she stepped out of the waters edge and
into the sand, heading straight for the hammock he'd claimed, he
watched the way the sun gleamed on her wet skin, and the little
scattered bits of sand that clung to her feet and legs and just there
on her left shoulder. He was really going to have to thank the guy who
recommended this program.
Starting towards her, his eyes narrowed against the reflection of the
noon sun on the waters behind the woman, he tried to make out her
features. She paused, and brought a hand up to shade her own eyes.
=A1"Madre Santa! Es usted verdadero?" The liquid Spanish fit in
perfectly with the setting.
Sandleson blinked but wasn't sure how to respond until she stepped
closer, and moved to the side a little, finally moving out of the
sun's glare on the water. Now he could see her features clearly.
"Lt. Ortiz? Good God, Ma'am, don't you know the whole ****p has
been looking for you?"
"No, actually." She retorted sharply. "I've been stuck in this
place for the past day and a half, near as I can figure."
"Why didn't you just call for the Arch?" The ensign seemed
baffled.
"I'm not in the holodeck, Ensign. I'm in the holodeck program.
That little ***** of an AI did something to me. It was sort of like
trans****ting, only I don't think I've rematerialized. I can talk to
you, but I can't seem to contact anyone on the ****p. I need you to
call for the Chief Science Officer and Petty Officer Kendrell, and tell
them what's happened and to check the pattern buffer on all the
trans****ters. And let the captain and XO know where I am."
"Yes, sir." He dug in his towel for his commbadge. "Ens.
Sandleson to the Ens. Conner."
In the conference room, the debate on Tribble genocide was still being
argued when Conner's badge chirped to life.
"Conner here. What do you need, Sandleson?"
"I've located Lt. Ortiz. She's requesting you and Petty Officer
Kendrell's assistance in Holodeck 2."
The room grew silent. Conner glanced at Captain Reed, and the Captain
nodded. "Send her up to the Conference Room."
"Um, that's a negative, Ens. Conner. She says she's trapped in
the Contadora Island program and she needs you to help her. Something
about trans****t pattern buffers."
<Tag, everyone in the staff meeting!>
Respectfully submitted by,
Lt. Jg Evangelina Soreya Ortiz, CEO, USS Calypso
Aka Bianca Payne
Summary:
MD: 4: 1120
Ens. Sandleson arrives at Holodeck 2 for a little rec time in a
Counselor approved program, only to find Lt. Ortiz had become part of
the programming after her run in with the virus infected AI a day and a
half ago.
NRPG: I'll post the biofile for Van under the files section, with
some pics. J
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