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Subject: Different Star Trek Chap.2 Pt.1
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HERE IT IS!!! THE CONINUATION YOU'VE ALL
BEEN CLAMORING FOR (-ahem-)!!!
A Differnt STAR TREK; Chapter 2, Pt. 1
"Jesus, Caine, this bridge is a mess." Eugene Elligton mumbled, poking
at the navigation console. I looked over sadly as a portion of the station
caved in at his touch.
"You're telling me. Kirk authorized `destruct zero.' I guess we're
lucky there's anything left at all." I replied, finishing my repair of the
command chair. If I had to be in charge of this mess, I damned well wanted a
stable place to sit.
"Wasn't that `destruct zero' sequence supposed to fry the computer
core?" Cherie Banks asked, brushing debris from the communications console.
I shrugged, stood and parked my butt in my chair.
"As far as I've ever read, yeah. What we should have here, best case
senario, is a shell of a starship, no guts. Well, somehow, we've got a bit of
guts. We should be grateful."
"Oh I am. Wouldn't want to have appeared inside a ship with no
atmosphere. Explosive decompression is a real bitch." the petite, black woman
laughed.
"HEY! Anybody awake up there?" Mike Kelly's voice crackled weakly over
the ship intercom.
"Right here, Mike." I replied, punching the talk button on my armrest.
"Man-o-man, you should SEE the mess down here! Holes in the hull,
holes in the deck, holes in the walls. It looks like a bomb went off!"
"Uh, several did, actually."
"Dave's in an EV suit, working on the computer core, so as soon as I
know anything else, I'll call."
"What's Dave doing in a suit?"
"There's no air in the room. Most of the outer hull is gone down here,
and the whole section is exposed to open space."
"Great. Anybody got any welding experience?" I called, looking over the
nav console. One head popped up.
"Acme Tech. Trained as an arc welder."
"It's all you Emilio." I gestured towards the open lift shaft.
"On it." the big Latino replied, striding across the bridge and
starting the long climb down.
"Oh, Mike?"
"Yeah boss?" the voice hissed and popped.
"See if you can't get one of the bridge lifts working."
"Gotcha boss."
"Emilio Riveras is on his way down. Know some welding. Get him to work
sealing up that hull breach."
"Will do. Kelly out."
I leaned back in the creaky chair and swiveled to face the weapons
console. Diligently cleaning this post was our own resident gun nut, Layla
Chung. A tall, long legged oriental woman, with waist length black hair, tied
back in a ponytail, Layla was the daughter of a military man, and had been
around bases and weapons all of her life. She was also the newest member of the
191 Irregulars. With a single-minded intensity, she cleaned the console of
dirt, grime and broken bits and pieces. Clad only in a "Ten Forward" t-shirt
and a pair of STII style dress pants, the oriental woman was using her dress
jacket to do the cleaning."
"Any hope?" I asked, getting up and crossing to stand behind her seat
at the station.
She shrugged and continued scrubbing.
"Maybe.Hard to tell with so little power available."
"Computer."
There was a measurable silence before the machine answered my summons.
"Working."
"Institute a level one diagnostic of the weapons systems."
"Not possible at this time."
"Uh, why?"
"Sufficient memory not available to do task of advising computer repair
team and institute level one diagnostic."
"Ah. Please inform me when memory is available."
"Agnowledged."
"Sorry." I shrugged, looking at the still working woman.
"Thanks anyway. Thsi part will take a while anyway. I wonder if there
are any hard copy manuals we could use for affecting repairs?"
"Good question. I bet there are."
She looked up briefly at me and smiled.
"Great. How about finding me one, Captain?"
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