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- From: lmathews@lonestar.utsa.edu (Leanthony R. Mathews)
- Subject: STORY: Hour of the Wolf- Chapter 1
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- Date: Thu, 24 Dec 1992 18:13:41 GMT
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- This is my first try at writing one of these stories.
- I need suggestions from any and all who read my first chapter.
- Warning up front. These stories will be rated R because I believe
- that to have a good story you have get into the characters head as
- well as there bed. Tell me what you think.
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- Star Trek The Next Generation
- "Hour of the Wolf"
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-
- Chapter One:
-
- The soothing sounds of a Vulcan Lyrette fill a 12 by 10 dorm
- room as the light from the setting sun slowly begins to retreat.
- Sitting in the far corner of the room is cadet Wesley Crusher.
- He impatiently types a letter to his mother, whom it seems he
- has not seen for a life time.
-
- "Dear Mom,
- I tried Yesterday to reach you by subspace but the
- Enterprise is out of communications range. Well, I just finished
- my finial exam in History and I think I go an 'A' but my teacher,
- Prof Emersin, seems to hate my guts. Why you ask? Well that's
- what I've been wanting to tell you. I met a girl. Her name is
- Catala. She is from Betazoid, she is 22, and she's the professors
- daughter.
- I.."
-
- Cutting thought the serine mood of his corders, the distinct
- sound of the communications hail is heard. Wesley abruptly stops
- his brisk typing pace. "Yes."
- A beautifully soft feminine voice, which could easily match
- the tone of the Lyrette, replies, "Hi Wes. What Are you doing?"
- Wesley's facial expression quickly changes from a blank
- emotionless state, to one would seen on a school boy who just
- received a new toy. " I, I'm typing a letter to my mother aboard
- the Enter.."
- The once soft voice, now with an urgent tone, abruptly cuts
- Wesley off. "Wes meet me at Starfleet Tactical at 2000 hours. Ok?"
- With a startled look of surprise Wesley cautiously says,
- "Why?"
- "I'll tell you when I get there," she responds. "It's a
- surprise. Gotta go now. Bye honey!"
- The end of call beep echoes through the room.
- With only the sound from the Lyrette playing, the perplexed
- Wesley Crusher slowly turns back to his terminal. With half of his
- thoughts still on the brief exchange he just had with Catala, the
- other half somehow manages to finish the equally brief letter to
- his mother.
-
-
- " Captains Log:
- StarDate: 2438.62
- The Enterprise is proceeding at warp 7.6 to Starbase 12 for
- urgently needed repairs to our Deflector Shields. Damage caused by
- an ion storm encountered near outpost 8 have left the Enterprises
- forward shields at 63 percent and her aft shields at 76 percent.
- Our prompt resupply efforts of outpost 6,7,8 will make the time
- needed for repairs negligible. Estimated time of arrival: 1.3
- days.
- On a lighter note: My crew and I are looking forward to
- receiving this years StarFleet Academy interns. I'm sure my
- seniors officers will make there brief stay here very memorable."
- Captain Jean-Luc Picard slowly leans back in his chair
- intensely glaring at the terminal screen before him. I sense of
- despair silently tugs at his thoughts. He contemplates if not for
- the deflector repairs the Enterprise could have used the two extra
- days to follow up on the reported Rumullian activity near the
- Neutral Zone.
- The Captain leans forward clasping his chin between his right
- thumb and index finger making his glare stare even more intense.
- As his thoughts slowly begin to stray, the sounds of the door
- sensor quickly bring him back to reality.
- "Come!", he confidently says as his position stays motionless.
- "Good Afternoon Captain." female voice replied.
- The very familiar voice immediately brings Captain Picard to
- attention. Straightening himself up he responded, "Beverly, What
- a surprise. I didn't expect to see you to see you until dinner."
- With a sense of urgency she enters the room walking directly
- in front of Picards desk. "I just wanted to let you know that
- Wesley will be joining the interns when we reach Starbase 12."
- "Good, It will be good to have Wesley back in the Helms."
- With a slow pause the Captain suddenly realizes that the doctor
- does not share his feelings. "Whats wrong Beverly you seem like you
- don't want Wesley to come back."
- Slowly turning around walking in a circle she replies, "It's
- not that Jean-Luc, just I wanted to spend as much time as possible
- with Wesley when he comes."
- "And you will, his ship duties will only take a few hours the
- rest of the day is his."
- "That's what scares me." Walking in another circle she
- continues, "It seems Wes has found himself a girlfriend."
- With a look of amusement Picard leans back in his chair.
- "I checked the incoming duty roster and she will be coming
- along with the interns." Finishing the arc in her circle she stops
- dead center in front of Picards desk as if ready to attack if he
- utters the incorrect words.
- With a large smile he cautiously starts to speak "Beverly...."
- Instantly Commanders Rikers Voice is heard of the intercom.
- "Captain. Long range sensors have Picked up what seem to be some
- type of Borg footprint"
- With a silent sight of relief Picard responds, "On my way
- number one!" He quickly rises and walks toward the door avoiding
- Beverly's eyes say, "Lets continue this discussion at dinner" When
- he reaches the opening doors he turns and meets her piercing stare.
- "Don't worry Beverly."
- Walking past him she says "I can't help it. He's my son" She
- keeps on walking up the sloping platform and into the elevator and
- off the bridge.
- With a sense of relief Picard walks Toward his awaiting first
- officer. Touching him on the shoulder he quietly whispers, "I owe
- you one." Quickly he takes his place at the Captains chair. "What
- the situation number one?"
- Riker standing beside him he says, "Data has picked up what
- seem to be some sort of Borg engine footprint"
- "Data, How long ago where they here?"
- "17.2301 Hours ago Sir." Data Replies without decreasing his
- activities at Helms.
- "Can you compute the direction they are heading?" , the
- Captain says.
- "Working............." Data sits motionless for a few seconds
- as the whole crew literally hold there collective breath awaiting
- the reply they most dreaded. "If my calculations are correct the
- Borg are headed to the Sol System."
-
-
- In Two weeks: Picard has dinner. Wes gets laid. nuff said.
-
- If you like it let me know why. If you didn't like it let me know
- why. Please be critical and suggest helpful things not flames.
- lmathews@lonestar.utsa.edu
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