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1. Re: [USS CALYPSO] FIRESTORM Arrives
From: Ron Lund <rermjmt@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
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2. [USS Calypso] You want to do what to my what?
From: Bianca Payne <biancaknox@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
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Message: 1
Date: Fri, 14 Oct 2005 14:07:04 -0700 (PDT)
From: Ron Lund <rermjmt@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
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Subject: Re: [USS CALYPSO] FIRESTORM Arrives
[FMS Sagan, Clipper Ship]
[Passing Kaozrya Star Nursery, Enroute to USS Calypso]
Guenthar gazed out the port viewscreen of the Sagan, at the glorious
nebula cloud that gave birth to almost all the stars in this sector.
The youngest of those stars was a mere 100,000 years old. The Kaozyra
Star Nursery was the birthplace of many wonders, but none so wonderous
as Singularity 147, a subspace anomaly that had been nicknamed by its
Terran discovery team as "Old Faithful".
"Old Faithful" was a developing subspace tesseract that spewed forth a
"geyser" of energy every 366 Terran days. Guenthar and Roland, his
pilot, had been planning this trip since after Guenthar graduated.
They were going to use the solar sails of the clipper ship to "surf"
the energy surge which would carry them to the far edge of the sector.
Guethar, however, had another theory about "Old Faithful" that he was
going to explore.
Guenthar believed that the "geyser" acted as a subspace capacitor,
building up some form of subspace energy that released on a regular
interval. He planned on recording the event, and using the data to
decipher possible subspace messages transmitted from other parts of the
galaxy, perhaps even other galaxies. Moving through subspace, Guenthar
surmised that he could learn of events the moment they happened on the
other side of the galaxy, rather than passing them along subspace relay
stations.
His pilot, "Skipper" Roland Ellsworth, had washed out of the Academy
just after the assasination attempt on Guenthar, and had always wanted
to do a "solar sailing" trip with Guenthar. What more fitting time
than delivering his strange friend to his first assignment??
"Okay, Tusk, brace yourself..." Roland yelled to his friend, we are
going in!"
Skipper moved the Sagan into position, raising sails to full mast, as
"Old Faithful" gushed out its subspace energies. The jolt caused Tusk
and Skipper to pull a few G's, but the ride would well be worth the
aching muscles later...
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[Rendezvous point with USS Calypso]
Once the galeforce of the geyser storm subsided, Roland and Guenthar
laid back, looking at the new stars at the edge of the sector.
Guenthar, playing back the recording he made of the event, sighed
proudly, hoping his hypothesis could be proven. He could use it for
his doctoral thesis if he ever made it back to the Academy. The Sagan,
powered only by its solar sails, maneuvered into rendezvous course with
the Calypso.
"That was awesome!" Roland exclaimed to his friend.
"Ja," Guenthar commented, "I've only had one better," he added, a
little remorsefully.
"So, Tusk," Roland asked, "you finally gonna tell me WHY someone tried
to kill you at the Academy?? I know your past is classified, and that
Starfleet Intelligence shadowed you throughout your entire Academy
career, but haven't I proven myself by now??" he pleaded.
Guenthar was about to answer him when they got a call on Roland's
portable subspace radio. "Calypso to Sagan," it responded, "we have
you in range... prepare to be tractored in..."
"Roger, Calypso... transferring control to you... Sagan out," Skipper
replied.
Guenthar was relieved that the Calypso arrived when it did. Roland did
deserve an answer, unfortunately, Guenthar had none. Starfleet had
ordered his background classified, and violation of that order could
land him in seclusion, to which Guenthar shuddered at the thought.
Thankfully, the Calypso was an Intrepid Class Ship, with bio-neural
circuitry that wouldn't be as "offended" by some of his more "shocking"
traits. He only hoped this crew would be more accomodating than the
past crews he had served with briefly.
Suddenly, another signal erupted over Skipper's portable subspace:
<snip>
"USS CALYPSO, this is Ens. Johnny T=EAmpete coming up on your position.
Transmitting clearance now."
<Affirmitive shuttle FIRESTORM, you are cleared for landing in shuttle
bay 5. Please switch to automatic control.>
"Sorry CALYPSO, automatic control is non-functional, Don't worry
though. If I can't pilot a shuttle into the bay, I'm really not worth
having as FCO am I? FIRESTORM out."
<FIRESTORM check your approach. Reduce speed and ...>
"Relax CALYPSO. FIRESTORM has the ball. Out."
The unpowered Sagan, all but invisible to shuttle sensors, shook at the
breakneck speed the Firestorm passed them at. "That arrogant ass!!"
Skipper growled. "He could have killed us..."
"Vhat do you mean, could have??" Guenthar entoned, his heavy German
accent more prevalent under the anxiety in his voice. "Take a look
now... I think he is returning to finish us off!!" he exclaimed.
As he sped towards the open doors, suddenly the maneuvering thrusters
burst into life as the shuttle spun on it's own axis and drifted slowly
in through the bay doors backwards, it's speed now reduced by the swing
to damn near perfect. Johnny parked the shuttle neatly in a marked bay
facing the doors and ready for action. The COMMS chatter was going
crazy.
<end snip>
The Sagan was tractored in on the tail of the Firestorm, and gently
placed next to the other ship.
"Thanks for the ride, mein fruend," Guenthar bowed to his friend.
Skipper learned long ago that contact with Tusk could be an
enlightening, shocking, and very painful experience. Given his current
mood towards the hotshot half-wit that nearly killed him, Skipper was
happy simply to return the bow.
Guenthar followed the Firestorm's pilot as he made his way through the
ship, only to find he had beat him to the Captain's Ready Room. This
was probably a good thing... it would give Ensign Tachlan a chance to
compose himself before reporting to the Captain. "That's one,
Flyboy..." he muttered to himself as he waited for Ensign Jean Tempete
to finish with the Captain...
Summary:
Guenthar rendezvouses with the Calypso after one last adventure with an
old Academy friend. After being "clipped" by another incoming shuttle,
Guenthar follows the pilot enroute to the Captain's ready room, where
he tries to maintain his composure before meeting with the Captain.
Respectfully Submitted By:
Ensign Guenthar Tachlan
Tactical Officer, USS Calypso
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Message: 2
Date: Fri, 14 Oct 2005 15:13:33 -0700 (PDT)
From: Bianca Payne <biancaknox@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
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Subject: [USS Calypso] You want to do what to my what?
SD: 171013.1647 MD 4:1203
Van listened as Ens. Conner tried to explain. "Um well there are some
complications and possible ramifications. First and foremost this has
never been done and I have no way of seeing what the outcome would be
it could in fact kill you. Your body and mind can have some factors in
place do to your connection with this program. Already here I see some
of the data has blended with your life signs. It could just mean you
would come back with a tan." Sajin Shrugged. "So it's up to you what
you would like to do. The longer you wait of course the more mixed with
this program and those that have used it are with your life code."
Van chewed her bottom lip thoughtfully. "I was in holodeck 3 when I
got....relocated into this program. I wonder if my body is still in
there somewhere? Or, if it got transported when I got moved here
somehow. There aren't any transporters in here that I've been able to
locate, but if we need one we can just add one to the program, can't
we? I have no intention of staying stuck in this program."
"We'll figure it out. Let's start by breaking this program down piece
by piece."
[=2E..]
MD: 4:1527
Van's holoimage stepped onto the transporter pad next to the puddle of
genetic ooze they had located finally. Somehow, that goo was really
her body, only it was missing the "Life Code" to tell it how to rebuild
itself. Ens. Conner stood by the controls until she gave the nod of
approval. He was going to use the transporter to splice her coded
program back into the genetic ooze and reintegrate her body. Assuming
that it didn't go bad and turn her into a sentient puddle of goo or
wor....
Van felt a tingling all down her spine and the room started to phaze to
grey and then suddenly she was standing on the transporter in a puddle
of seawater, soaking wet and freezing cold and buck naked.
Shivering violently, she wrapped her arms around herself as her teeth
chattered, and she saw the Counselor imediately grab Conner by the arm
and spin him around so he couldn't see.
Glancing down she found her clothing on the transporter pad nearby, in
a neatly folded pile, as though they'd just been replicated. They were
even dry, although the puddle of seawater was spreading out towards
them in a hurry. Diving for the clothing, Van started pulling on her
underthings and her uniform, still thoroughly chilled.
"Lieutenant, is everything, um...in order?" Conner asked quietly,
still facing the wall, though his ears looked suspiciously redder than
usual.
"Yeah. It feels that way." Van slipped her shoes on, and pushed her
wet hair back from her face.
"Computer, freeze program." The little counselor gave the order.
Around the three of them, the room went still, the puddle stopped
spreading, and the hum of the transporter control console went suddenly
quiet. Van glanced up at Georgie and at Conner, just as alive and well
and not frozen as can be.
"Well that answers that question. Madre de Dios, I am freezing. I
think we should all go get something to drink at the Cave. Something
to warm the blood, yes?"
"I'm thinking ya need to stop in at Sickbay first, just to be sure we
got ya all put together right as rain." The counselor had on her
bulldog look, the one you didn't dare refute unless you hours to kill
'discussing' the matter.
Given the chill that still chattered her teeth, Van wasn't inclined to
put up much of a fight. "Deal. Arch." The holodeck arch shimmered
into existance, and the door slid open as she approached it. Pausing,
she glanced back, rubbing her arms for warmth, at the two officers.
"Thank you both." She dodged out of sight around the corner.
Ignoring odd and surprised looks she made her way down to Sickbay. the
doors opened up, and Van glanced up as she stepped inside. Captain
Reed was standing in the center of Sickbay and a Denobulan man in a
white lab coat listening to a lecture about Semorian Sea Slugs and
healing burns. Brant shook his head, clearly unhappy. The Denobulan
turned and smiled at her. "Please state the nature of the medical
emergency."
"Capitan?"
<Tag, Tree!>
Respectfully submitted by,
Lt. jg Evangelina "Van" Ortiz
aka Bianca Payne
Summary:
MD: 4:1203 Holo-Van listens to Conner's theory on how to fix her.
MD: 4:1527 Conner reintegrates Van back into the primordic ooze using
her "Life Code" and a holo-transporter to rebuild her into her body.
She wants a drink, but Georgie sends her to Sickbay first. She finds
Captain Reed fiddling with the EMH program.
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