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From: halll@saturn.rowan.edu
Subject: A Different Star Trek Chap. 2 Pt.3
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CHAPTER 2, Pt.3
"Qualor Two." Art Devey grinned.
"The space junkyard from the Unification episode of TNG." I mused.
"Plenty of spare parts. Al we got to do is get her there."
"THAT'S going to be the hard part."
"Well, how about an engine dianostic?"
"Neither Impulse nor Warp engines are functional." I turned to the
weapons console and looked at the woman sitting on the deck there, reading a
book and leaning under the console to replace the occasional part. Carrying the
suit back to the bridge, while filled with the manuals, turned out to be more
than an incredible task. I managed to make it back to the bridge, more than two
hours after I had left.
"Well, let's get cracking." Dave said.
"In the mroning. I think we've had enough excitement for the day.
Everybody find yourself a cabin and crash. Set the alarms for eleven a.m. and
we'll get going again."
I watched as the crowd of people entered the one working lift and
vanished into the bowels of the ship.
"Computer."
"Working." the female voice said, punctuated by a hiccup, a belch and a
burp. "Pardon." it finished.
"Please make sure the turbo lift doesn't open onto any breached decks."
"Complying."
I settled back in the command chair and looked at Layla, still laboring
over the weapons console.
"Hey! Chung! Enough already. Take a break like the rest. Get some
sleep."
"Almost done, Jim. Give me a minute. There!"
The computer's voice rolled pleasantly across the command deck.
"Main phaser banks now operable at thirteen percent."
"Incredible! Computer, sheild status?" I said, standing eagerly.
"Shields operating at fifty percent."
"All we need now is impulse power!"
"That's going to be the tough part." the woman siad tiredly.
I whirled away and crossed back to the command chair.
"Computer, I want a full diagnostic of the impulse and warp drive
systems, including the feasibility of repair in free space. HAve for me by
11:00 hours tomorrow."
"Complying."
"Well," I grinned, leaning against the chair, "can I escourt you to
your cabin?"
"Uhhh, no funny business, right?" Layla sked, standing to her
impressive height of just under six feet. The fact that the woman could
probably break me in two made her all that much more exciting.
"N..no! Of course not!"
"Good." she yawned, "Cause I'm too tired to fed off any untpward
advances."
*Oh hell.* I thought, walking into the lift behind her, *Was that a
pickup line?*
"Very well. They've got minimal sheilds and weapons, the computer will
serve in a pinch, but there's simply no way they're going to be able to fix
those engines. Q, the starboard nacelle is twisted at a forty-five degree
angle. They will need major drydocking facilities to even attempt repairs.
It would take a skilled crew months to repair the damage."
"Twisted? Twisted where?" Q gestured at the ship, and the human watched
in amazement as the bent and broken engine silently moved back into its
original shape and position.
"Q," Picard said quietly, "you just helped them."
"If you even tell anyone, I will most certainly deny it."
"Qualor Two is quite a distance from here, is it not?" the captain
asked cagily, folding his arms.
"Oh, not in the galactic scheme of things." the alien smiled, not
rising to the bait.
"They'll never make it. Let them go home Q. There's no reason for them
to die so meaninglessly."
"Have a bit of faith, mon ami!" Q said, a tinge of disgust in his
voice, "I'm giving them a better than avenage chance. What more can I do? Would
you rather I'd given them your ship for this excursion?"
"I'd rather you had not started this nonsense at all."
"That's not one of the choices. Besides, it's no fun."
"For a being from a race that claims to be so much more developed than
we lowly humans, your distinctly infantile attitude towards fun seems a
contradiction in terms."
"Wrong! Our sense of humor is highly developed. It's your limited human
mind that perceives it in an infantile manner."
Picard shook his head.
The superior being stuck out his tongue in reply.
OKAY! WADDAYA THINK? Suggestions? Comments?
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