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From halll@saturn.rowan.edu Thu May 12 00:15:52 1994
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From: halll@saturn.rowan.edu
Subject: A Different Star Trek Chap 2 Pt.2
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Date: Thu, 18 Nov 1993 16:20:34 GMT
CHAPTER 2 - PART 2
I looked down the open turbolift shart and paused, chewing thoughtfully
at my lower lip. It was one hell of a drop. Plus, I had never been where I was
going. I wouldn't have know the room existed at all, if not for a set of
diagrams in a fiction book. I started climbing down, into the darkness. On deck
F, I began my forward journey, back to where the main hull met the primary
hull, then I would continue down. Sooner or later, I theorized, I was going to
run into a level that been sealed because of hull breeching. F deck seemed
clear, except for the sort of mess one would expect if you happened to pick up
a multi-tonned starship and shook it like a maraccas. I peeked into an open
doorway, seeing some poor crewman's personal effects strew about the room. All
the rooms I peered into were basically in the same condition; trashed. I
continued my journey around the saucer section, sometimes having to crawl over
piles of desks and beds that had torn away from walls, doors that had collapsed
and a couple of sections of inner bulkhead that had distorted into the hallway.
Finally, after twenty minutes or so,, I had made my way to where the two hull
sections joined. There was the open turboshaft, and I stepped in to resume my
downward journey. Eight decks later, I saw the letter N painted on the inside
wall of the lift shaft. Warp engineering. If hard copy manuals existed at all,
Mr Scott would have kept them here. I hoped. I had to pry open the lift doors,
not thinking at the time that ther might have been a reason they were sealed.
Luckily, the room had an atmosphere, so I swung myself out of the shaft and
onto the deck. It was a disaster. McCallister was not going to be a happy
puppy. Carefully, I picked my way through the mess, until I reached the Repair
Part Storage room. Inside, as out, everything lay in a jumble on the floor.
Hard manuals included. Cheerfully, I started, gathering them up, realizing that
I was going to need something to carry the information. Leaning out the door, I
opened the radsuit locker. I pulled one of the protective garments and started
stuffing manuals inside. Not pretty, but quite effective enough.
"Next, plug circut 2c into drive slot 10. The next one over.....one
more.....correct. Jump aux board 9L and continue on to section D.........." the
computer droned.
"Christ, this is worse than sitting through Algebra class again."
Benjamin Palin groaned, passing parts to David McCallister.
"Tough it out, boyo, we're almost done."
"Then what? We've got a functioning computer that's going to realize
we're unauthorized intruders aboard this ship. It'll probably shut itself down
to avoid tampering, and we'll be back to square one again, a dead wreck." the
man sighed.
"Maybe. But we've got to try something. If we just sit here, we're not
helping ourselves at all, are we?" McCallister chuckled, peering intently into
the computer's innards.
"Yeah. I guess." the other blinked, looking sheepish through the
faceplate of his suit.
"How goes it with the welding Emilio?" the quasi-Scot asked,
maneuvering gloved finger, ever so delicately in the interior of the computer
core.
"Can't complain. The tools aren't familiar, but we're making do." the
big man said as heaved another patch into place and motioned Mike to buttress
it while he welded it over the rapidly dimishing hole. "Another couple of
minutes and we should be able to re-pressurize this section."
"Yeah, we're almost done this too. Then the damn thing'll be able to
tell us what else we have to fix."
"Hey!" Mike grunted and belched, leaning against the hull plate, "It
gives ya something to look forward to, don't it?"
"You make a lousey Vulcan, Mike."
"Thanks Ben. Appreciate the compliment."
"Computer?" David asked.
"Working." the smooth, dulcet, female voice answered.
"Alright!" Ben whooped.
"What time is it?"
"It is 03:30 hours, ship standard time."
"Great. Well, I think we're done." he said, stepping back and closing
the access panel. "Let's give Emilio a hand."
"Computer, are either of the turbo lifts operable?" Dave asked.
"Portside turbo lift is now operable. Starboard lift has shaft blockage
on deck 4."
"Great. As soon as we finish this, we're outta here."
Together, the men finished the task of patching the hull back together.
Then, they stood back and admired their handiwork.
"Looks like a patchwork quilt sewn together by a blind person." Mike
muttered.
"Computer, attempt pressurization of this section." Emilio glared at
the first officer.
"Working."
In seconds, the welcome hiss of in-rushing air filled the room. Emilio
carefully checked his welding beads for leaks. Finding none, he gestured for
them to take off their suit helments.
"Gentlemen, our first success." the big man grinned, high-fiving the
group..
"Not bad, Picard. You must admit that." Q said, watching the
proceedings in the computer core with exaggerated interest.
"Not spectacular either. One small victory doesn't win a war."
"Pessimist."
"Realist. They've managed to increase the computer's functional use.
It's still a century old computer."
"I've take that into account. So have they, I'm willing to bet."
And so ends PART 2 Chapter 2
Stay tuned for another thrilling episode of ..........
-Lou-
Little Bastard shot me in the ass! - Jim (The Wako Kid)