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Subject: A Different Star Trek, Chap.2 pt.5
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Chapter 2 Pt.5
I awoke the next day, feeling more rested than I can remember
having felt in a very long time. I stretched, went into the bathroom,figured
out the sonic shower, shaved and applied the ever famous beard suppressant to
my face. A nifty invention. Sure could have used it in my time. I was forever
getting in trouble with my CO over shaving. I would shave in the morning when I
got up, and be fine for the first inspection, which was conducted by the
company sergeant. By the second inspection, however, which was conducted by the
Captain, I had a nasty 5:00 shadow. The man constantly accused me of not
shaving. He'd berate me, then the sergeant. Finally, Sarge came in to the
barracks baths and stood beside me one morning, watching me shave. That
afternoon, when the Captain decided to go off on me, Sarge stood right beside
me and told the Captain (respectfully) that he was full of crud. The very next
morning, I had the Captain standing beside me in the barracks bathrooms. After
that, I never had any more trouble ago. Well, not over personal toiletry
anyway. He did however mention electrolysis as a means for more stringent
control of my beard. I said afetr he did it, I would. Electrical shocks to the
face werenot my idea of fun. After brushing my teeth, the clothes processor was
next on the list.
"Computer."
"Working." the cheery female voice answered. It sounded better than it
had when I went to bed the night before. No more burping anyway.
"I need a change of clothes." Obviously, satnding in the middle of the
captains quarters, naked as the day I was born. Thankfully, life support seemed
to be working at a hundred percent. Otherwise I would have goosebumps on
my.......uh, goosebumps.
"Specify items required."
"Underwear, socks, pants, shirt and dress jacket. Oh, and you might as
well throw in a new pair of boots."
"Style?"
"Uh, Starfleet regulation as of, um, oh hell.Whatever the latest
standard issue uniform is in your memory banks."
"Sizes."
I went through the litany of sizes, feeling some annoyance. In minutes,
I had a fresh, clean, uniform on. It fit perfectly, though the heavier duty
materials seemed strange to me. Our fan club was used to making uniforms out of
whatever material was on hand. The one thing was, it had to be the right color.
So, between any two persons. It was very hard to present a uniform appearance
at the conventions, but we tried our best. With one of these facbricating
devices, we would have one costume prizes, hands down.
I left my quarters, propping the door over the entrance. I'd have to
get some tools and fix that. Better that I do it than pull someone off of the
all important work of restoring mobility to the ship. The turbolift was there,
waiting on me as I rounded the last curve. Layla was also heading into the
lift, wearing a fresh uniform. Same style as mine, STII. SOmehow, it looked
better on her, though.
"Hey! Hold the door!" I called as she stepped in.
"Holding." the tall woman said, smiling as I trotted into the
turbolift.
"No problem, Captain."
I winced at that, realizing that the computer had automatically
provided me with the correct uniform color for my department, the right rank
pins and service bars. I was labeled as a first year captain. Layla was labeled
as a Lieutenant junior grade, in the security section. According to her service
bars, she was a five year veteran.
"I think it took into account my traveling years with my father." she
said.
"Ah. Bridge please."
The turbolift coughed, wheezed and lurched into action. We rose slowly
to the saucer section and finally to a stop. The doors ground open and let us
out onto the bridge.
"Good morning all!" I yawned, looking at my friends, studiously
repairing thier station.
"Mornin' Jim." Mike Kelly replied, looking up, very bored from the
Science ops.
"Status report, Mr. Kelly."
"Well, we've been working on a lot of the cosmetic work up here. It
looks real good. Not much actually works, but it looks real good just sittin'
there."
"The computer left this on Damage Control this morning, uh, Captain."
Lauren said, looking at the service bars on my uniform and handing me a sheaf
of papers.
"Thanks Lauren." I smiled, managed to look embarrassed and took the
report to my seat.
The prognosis was not good. Major portions of the ship's superstructure
had suffered severe shear related strees fractures in the self destruct process
and incidental incursion in Genesis' atmosphere. Warp drive was out of the
question until major hull repair was completed. Impulse was possible, there was
supposedly sufficient cohesion of the dylithium crystals remaining to make the
journey to Qualor Two. At least somebody had checked and handwritten it in this
report.
"Uh, Jim?" Martin Boccacella said, stopping by the command chair.
"Yeah, Marty?"
"Since the main bridge is trashed, why don't we check out Auxiliary
Control?"
"Level Seven, G deck!" McCallister shouted, entering the bridge from
the turbolift. He was covered in grime, dust and what I assumed to be engine
coolant.
"Uh, hi Dave." I said, spinning the command chair to look at the wild
eyed redhead.
"Hi yerself, bonehead." he looked at my uniform and grinned, "Excused
me, Captain Bonehead. Auxiliary Control is one hundred percent, and we have
full impluse power."
"How the hell did you manage that?"
He shrugged.
"Worked all night. The computer kept me company, told me what needed
done. The I dood it."
I turned back to the rest of my `crew.'
"Okay! Anyone have any actual navigating experience?"
"Nintendo games qualify?"
"Duh-oh!"
End Part 5 chapter 2
Since you asked for it, I made sure I got it in quickly. Stay
turned for chapter three. It'll probably take a few days though, so please be
patient.
-Lou Hall-