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From: vespa@cs.bu.edu (Anthony Vespa)
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Subject: ST:TNG- The Coldest Dish
Date: 11 Oct 1993 00:46:02 GMT
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Hi Folks!
I thought I'd try my hand at writing some TNG for others to puruse.
I'm writing it in story narritive form, with five acts and a teaser. I'l
try and post when I can. I would really like comments, if you have them.
First, Disclaimers:
Star Trek: The next Generation are copyrighted by Paramount, all
rights reserved. This work using those characters and universe is
copyritten my me :Tony Vespa c 1993.
*** The Coldest Dish ***
Teaser
"Captain, emergency message coming in from Starfleet Command on
Earth." Worf boomed loudly over the sudden near sereness of the bridge.
"Emergency message, Mr. Worf? On main view" Picard ordered. Aside
to Riker " I wonder what has Starfleet in such an upraor, number one."
Riker rubbed his hand over his face roughly.
"I just hope it's not the Borg, sir."
The main view screen came to life. The face of an older man in an
admiral's uniform filled the screen.
"Captain Picard, this is Admiral Hortek. We have an emergency
situation here Captain. The Romulans have declared war on the Klingons."
From behind him, Picard heard Worf suk his breath in sharply.
"When, Admiral?" Riker piped up.
"About four hours ago, three Romulan Warbirds came out of cloak and
destroyed a convoy bound for Klingon space. The attack occured along the
Romulan Klingon border. They lost 500 people, captain."
"My God. Admiral, the Klingon's reaction must have been..."
"Swift and immediate. Yes. Gowlron sent a message to us just
after the attack, saying he had already sent two squads to destroy bases
along the border. All Federation and Klingon ships within 500 light years
of the Klingon homeworld are to be re-deployed and prepared for an
offensive against the Romulans."
"Sor, aren't we all being just a bit premature. Could it have been
just a random Romulan raid, a means of shaking the tree.' Riker asked.
"Commander, that convoy had five ships in it. Two Klingon
transport ships, a Vulcan crusier..."
"Vulcans! They attacked the Vulcans?" Picard asked, astonished.
"Two of our ships were there two, Captain. We lost the Melborune
and the Blanfrond. This is a firedt act of aggression towards us. The
line has been clearly drawn captain Picard."
"Peace is no longer an option."
end of teaser
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From: vespa@cs.bu.edu (Anthony Vespa)
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Subject: Re: ST:TNG- The Coldest Dish
Date: 12 Oct 1993 01:54:16 GMT
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Anthony Vespa (vespa@cs.bu.edu) wrote:
: Hi Folks!
: I thought I'd try my hand at writing some TNG for others to puruse.
: I'm writing it in story narritive form, with five acts and a teaser. I'l
: try and post when I can. I would really like comments, if you have them.
: First, Disclaimers:
: Star Trek: The next Generation are copyrighted by Paramount, all
: rights reserved. This work using those characters and universe is
: copywritten by me :Tony Vespa c 1993.
: *** The Coldest Dish ***
: Teaser
: "Captain, emergency message coming in from Starfleet Command on
: Earth. Priority I" Worf boomed loudly over the near sereness of the bridge.
Captain Picard turned around to face Worf, his countenace loking a
bit unsettled due to the unexpected interruption.
"I'll take it in my ready-room, Mr. Worf." Picard stood and
straighten his uniform.
"Any idea what this might be sir?" Riker asked, looking concerned.
"I shall soon see, number one." Picard left the bridge and sat at
his desk. He tapped his computer consoles "on" switch and the screen came
to life. The image of an older man wearing an admiral's uniform adorned
the screen.
"Jean-Luc, it is good to see you." The admiral smiled.
"I'm pleased to see you as well, Admiral Quinn. How long has it
been?"
"Two years, I think. The Degas Conference on Galor II. I wish I
was bringing pleasant news captain. Unfortunatley this news is anything
BUT pleasant."
"Walter, what is it? it isn't the Borg again?" Picard swallowed
nervously.
"No, this is much worse. Jean-Luc, five hours ago, the Romulans
attacked a convey bound for Klingon space. Both Kligon and Federation
ships were in that convoy, mostly civillians."
"Where? Federation space?"
"No. Along the Klingon-Romulan border. Four warbirds came out of
cloak and destroyed the ships. No warning. No provocation at all. These
were supply ships for unlying colonies. One of the Klingon ships managed
to get a distres call to the homeworld before it was destroyed."
"Then the Klingons are aware of the situation?"
"An understatement. Gowlron has already engaged the Romulans at
Daton II along the border. THey've thrown down the gaunlet, and the
Klingons have picked it up. Starfleet intelligence reports that a fleet of
Romulan ships is closing in on the Neutral Zone."
"What about other channels? Moderation? What do the Romulans
want?"
"War, Captain! They committed an act of aggression, violating half
a dozen treaties and taking nearly 1000 innocenets with them. The
Federation concuil has decided that the Romulans must be pushed back. As
of right now, you are on yellow alert. You will preced to the border.
We are assemvbling there for a pre-offensive briefing."
"But Admiral, surely we could negotiate..." The admiral curt
Picard off sharply.
"I'm afriad Jeam Luc, that peace is no longer possible. We will
see you at 2200. Quinn out." The screen went dark.