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|April 12 2009, 05:43 AM||#31|
Re: Star Trek: Voyager - Dark Realm
|April 16 2009, 04:01 PM||#32|
Re: Star Trek: Voyager - Dark Realm
|April 18 2009, 06:20 AM||#33|
O-Town, Part III
“Also agreed.” Doc said, “We’ve got to find that flux capacitor and get a hold of Marty before the universe as we know it is altered.”
“Let me talk to another member of my team to straighten things out.” Tom said as he headed to the Delta Flyer.
“Alright.” Doc replied as Tom headed into the Delta Flyer
“Is he always high strung?” Celes observed.
“It’s one of his little eccentricities.” Clara replied, “What about you, Celes are you married?”
“No.” Celes replied with a mild blush at the question, “And please call me Tal.”
“OK, Tal.” Clara said, “But why would you want me to call you by your last name?”
“It’s my first actually.” Tal replied. At Clara’s quizzical look Celes added, “It’s a Bajoran tradition. Our first name is where humans place the last name and our family name is where humans place the first.”
“Oh yes. I remember Emmett telling me about some cultures of Earth’s Orient have similar traditions with their names.” Clara replied.
Based on the data that Dr. Brown had given her about the flux capacitor, Celes was modifying her tricorder to detect it. She could see Henry and Doc near the front end of the Jules Verne Train talking about something that she couldn’t quite make out.
“So what about you and Henry?” Clara asked.
“We’re just friends.” Tal replied.
“I would have guessed you were something more.” Clara replied, “He certainly can be protective of you.”
“He can be.” Celes replied.
“I can tell he cares for you deeply.” Clara replied.
“Do you really think so?” Celes asked as she finished her final adjustments to her tricorder.
“Yes.” Clara replied, “Though why he doesn’t say anything is beyond me.”
Meanwhile Doc and Henry were talking about the DeLorean.
“So you’ve got a sensor that can locate where the DeLorean is?” Henry asked.
“Precisely. I have placed a tracking beacon into all of the Institute’s time traveling vehicles in case this sort of situation were to occur.” Doc replied.
“So its reasonable where they have the DeLorean they have Marty.” Henry concluded.
“It’s a logical conclusion, yes.” Doc Brown replied.
They were interrupted just then by the sound of an engine and the subsequent sound of something wrong with it.
“Where are you going?” Brown asked as he heard Henry clomping into the underbrush towards the road.
“Someone’s in trouble.” Henry replied.
“Jumping gigawatts! You can’t let the people of this world see you or the advanced technology you wield!” Dr. Brown replied.
“For Christ’s Sake. I’m Search and Rescue Operative. I have to help people in any danger. If anything else.” Henry replied.
Celes heard the commotion and she and Clara headed over to where Doc was trying to chase Henry down as the latter crashed through the bushes.
“Henry! Wait.” Celes replied, “What’s going on?”
“There was an engine that just stalled. For all I know it could be an accident and someone could be needing help.” Henry replied.
“Henry. The Prime Directive...” Celes began.
“Yes. I know about the directive. But there could be injured people out there and I’ll be damned if I let anyone suffer.” Henry replied.
“Henry at least try and disguise yourself.” Celes replied.
“Here take my coat.” Emmett replied and handed Henry his long duster coat.
Henry draped the coat over his shoulders before heading out of the treeline towards the road. A small red compact automobile was stalled out beside the road.
The hood was popped open as an anthromorphic wallaby wearing shoes and a blue collared shirt with purple triangles on it was peering down the hood.
“Oh blazes! Stupid car....”
“Need a hand mate?” came a shout.
Rocko just about jumped and banged his head on the metal hood of the car.
He noticed a human wearing a long coat over a black suit that had a teal band at the shoulders with a gray turtleneck underneath it.
“Sure.” Rocko replied.
Henry put out a hand, “Henry.”
Rocko put a hand out, “Rocko.”
“What seems to be the problem?” Henry asked.
“Where to begin.” Rocko began, “First one of my friends fell in with this sausage worshiping crowd, and now they’re holding him captive...”
“Sausage worshiping crowd?” Henry replied.
“Long story.” Rocko replied, “And they’re holding him captive and what’s more my car stalled. And then this jerk with tacky sunglasses nearly ran me off the road...”
“Where’d he come from?” Henry asked, recalling a description given by Doc Brown of members of Biff’s gang.
“I don’t know. I think he came from up the road where that sausage crowd lived at.” Rocko replied.
Meanwhile Emmett, Clara, and Celes were hiding in the nearby underbrush. Thankfully Henry had enough foresight to keep an open com link with Celes.
“3-D. Great Scott!” Emmett began.
“3-D?” Celes asked.
“One of Biff Tannen’s gang.” Clara replied.
“So it sounds like this sausage worshiping cult has fallen in with Biff’s gang and Armus.” Celes replied, “And wherever they are is where the Delorean is.”
Through the com link they could hear Henry talk to Rocko some more.
“So where is this sausage worshiping cult hold court?” Henry asked.
“It’s about seven miles up the road in that direction.” Rocko said as he pointed to the north east.
As they spoke Doc Brown checked his tracking device which confirmed the DeLorean’s location. “Celes, can you tell if the flux capacitor is anywhere near?”
“No. Unfortunately my tricorder modification only gives me a 2.5 kilometer radius of information.” Celes replied.
“We have a location.” Brown said, “Now all we need is more information on this cult.”
“I’ve gotta let Tom know.” Celes replied and tapped her com badge, “Celes to Ensign Paris, I’ve got an open com link with Lieutenant Kano who’s talking to a local about the DeLorean and Biff. Patching it through now.”
“Acknowledged, thanks Celes.” Tom replied.
Meanwhile Henry was talking with Rocko, “I’m admittedly not a mechanic, mate, but I’ve got a friend of mine who could be of some help.”
Henry gestured towards the treeline and reluctantly Rocko followed.
“Damn! Don’t bring him here!” Emmett said looking like he was about to explode.
Celes tapped her com badge, “Tom can you come over here...now.”
“So let me get this straight.” Dalby began, as he came out of the small rear compartment where he was fixing another system, “We’re going to help these people who have some time traveling machines. They have this Institute of Future Technology which makes these things. And one of these time machines went missing. Some very nasty characters are in cahoots with this walking oil slick from Enterprise-D’s past and we’ve agreed to help this Doc Brown find his time machine?”
“More or less.” Tom replied.
Just then Tom’s com badge chittered, “Tom can you come over here...now.”
Concerned with the urgent tone in her voice Tom said, “On my way.”
He heard Henry talking with this Rocko character some more. Something about someone handy with cars.
“That’s my cue.” Tom said as he headed out to the clearing where Henry was about to lead Rocko to the Delta Flyer.
He headed over to the anthromorphic wallaby right when Henry introduced him.
“Rocko, this is Tom, our expert on automobiles.” Henry replied.
“Thanks.” Rocko replied as Tom poked his head inside.
“Ah...here’s the problem. It sounds like your carburetor’s having some issues.” Tom said as he poked his head inside there.
For another half hour or so Tom was making adjustments before saying, “Try it now.”
Rocko started the engine and it chugged to life. “Thank you.”
“Wait, what can you tell us about this sausage cult?” Tom asked Rocko.
“How do you know about that?” Rocko asked.
“Let’s say I have my ways.” Tom replied.
“They convinced my best friend to join their cult when he was just out looking for a meal. And now he’s being held captive by the sausage people and its all my fault.” Rocko replied.
“Those sausage people have a friend of ours too.” Tom replied, “We might just have a common enemy here. And we might be able to be of some help. If you want it that is...”
“Of course.” Rocko said, “Is there something you want in return...”
“No. Just your help with dealing with this sausage cult.” Tom replied.
Rocko watched in amazement as Tom tapped the strange looking brooch on his shirt, “Guys, lets go have a chat with our friend Rocko here.”
From out of the trees Rocko saw four more people emerge. The first was a wild eyed fellow with long-ish white hair, the second was a brown haired woman in a purple dress, then there were two others dressed kind of like Tom and Henry. The first of the two strangers was a young man who wore a uniform identical to Henry’s. The second was a woman with a few ridges on her nose and the band of color at her shoulders was gold and not red or teal like Henry or Tom.
“Rocko, my friends. This is Doctor Emmett Brown and his wife, Clara. And the other two are Crewman William Telfer and Crewman Celes Tal.” Tom said.
“Blimey.” Rocko blinked twice as he regarded the lot of them, “So where do you come from?”
“It’s sort of a long story.” Tom replied and began to explain. He paused occasionally to let Rocko grasp the explanation and let things sink in.
“So you four...” Rocko said as he indicated Tom, Henry, Celes and Telfer, “Are part of some Federation Starfleet and you were stranded in some distant part of your galaxy.”
“That’s right.” Telfer replied.
“And you are part of an institute that studies future technology by means of time travel and recently have become aware of other dimensions.” Rocko said, indicating Emmett and Clara, “And a friend of yours is missing and being held captive by these sausage people that have Heff...”
“And these sausage people have joined forces with bad guys from both of your worlds. To include a walking oil slick that’s a second skin of pure evil from your world...” Rocko said and indicated the Starfleet group before pointing to Clara and Doc Brown, “...and the other a corrupt industrialist from an alternate version of your world?”
“Precisely!” Doc Brown said with another wild gesture.
“Oh boy...” Rocko said and promptly fainted....
To be continued...Up next, the plan to rescue Heffer, Marty and the Delorean and the race to find the flux capacitor before 3-D.
|April 18 2009, 05:23 PM||#34|
Re: Star Trek: Voyager - Dark Realm
|April 18 2009, 05:30 PM||#35|
Re: Star Trek: Voyager - Dark Realm
|April 23 2009, 05:35 AM||#36|
O-Town, Part IV
O-Town, Part IV“He’s waking up.” Celes said as she saw Rocko start to wake up.
“W-what happened?” Rocko asked.
“We told you exactly who we were and where you came from and you passed out.” Tom replied gently.
“It just feels so overwhelming. I mean that other worlds exist.” Rocko replied.
“Believe me it’s just as overwhelming for us.” Tom added.
“So you’ll help me save Heffer?” Rocko asked.
“Of course.” Tom replied, “Remember those Sausage guys are holding their colleague and their DeLorean too?”
“Yes.” Rocko said.
“We’re willing to help.” Tom said, “That is if you’re willing to let us.”
“Of course.” Rocko said, “Let me call a friend of mine...”
Rocko reached into his shirt pocket and pulled out a cell phone and made his call to someone called Filburt. “My friend will be meeting me here, if it’s alright...”
Tom replied, “Sure. Who should we look for?”
“Just look for a turtle with glasses.” Rocko said, “Would it be easier if I met him at my car and explained it to him.”
“If you’ll let one of my team accompany you.” Tom replied.
“We’ll probably need to explain this a bit slower to prevent fainting.” Dalby commented.
“Clearly we’ll also need someone who’s of a more diplomatic bend.” Henry remarked.
“You just volunteered.” Tom replied.
“Right.” Henry replied as he headed out to the road with Rocko.
After about twenty minutes of waiting a small sedan pulled up to where Rocko’s car was parked. An anthromorphic turtle wearing glasses walked out of the vehicle and headed to where Rocko was.
“You called, Rocko?” Filburt replied.
“Yes Filburt.” Rocko said, before introducing Henry, “This is Henry Kano and I’ve got a bit of a long story for you...”
Rocko explained to Filburt the exact circumstances of what had happened.
“That explains a lot.” Filburt said, “That would explain why you don’t seem to be from around here. I’d always figured other worlds existed. But I never thought I’d ever see any proof.”
“Well you’re about to see more proof, mate.” Henry replied as he and Rocko led Filburt towards the wooded clearing where the Jules Verne Train and the Delta Flyer were landed.
As they walked Henry could hear snippets of conversation as they talked.
“Now Heff’s being held captive by the sausage people and it’s all my fault.” Rocko said.
“There there.” Filburt said sympathetically, “It can happen to anyone. Sausages are very seductive...”
What a strange bloody world. Henry thought. Anthromorphic talking Earth animals with roughly a 20th century level of technology.
Henry lead them into the Delta Flyer.
“Guys, this is Filburt. He’s Rocko’s friend.” Henry began as he indicated the small group sitting in various seats around the Flyer.
He pointed towards the pilot seat and said, “That’s Ensign Tom Paris, our pilot and mission commander.”
Henry pointed out a young woman with a ridged nose with some sort of scanning device in her hands, “This is Crewman Tal Celes, our sensor expert.”
Celes looked up and gave a somewhat friendly grin. Henry knew her well enough to know Celes was trying to be hospitable but she was definitely wary.
There was a young man with the same blue uniform that Henry was wearing. He was checking out something on a computer terminal.
“Crewman William Telfer, he’s our team science expert.” Henry supplied.
There was a balding fellow wearing the same black uniform with a gold band that Celes was wearing. His sleeves were rolled up and he was muttering something about repair work.
“That’s Petty Officer Kenneth Dalby, our engineer.” Henry reply.
Henry then indicated an older gentleman with wild eyes and a rather animated matter of speaking, “This is Dr. Emmett Brown of the Institute of Future Technology.”
He indicated the dark haired woman at his side and said, “And this is Mrs. Clara Clayton Brown, his wife.”
“Now that introductions are finished,” Tom replied, “it sounds like we’ve got a mutual enemy in terms of this sausage worshiping cult. But what you don’t know is that they’ve fallen in with some very nasty characters from our universe as well as from Doctor Brown’s. Telfer, call up the display on Armus.”
A holographic projection of a humanoid walking oil slick showed up on a nearby monitor, “This guy is a real bad actor.”
“One question, have their been reports of any unusual disappearances or strange creatures roaming around?” Emmett asked Filburt and Rocko.
“Come to think of it there was a strange animal captured by animal control last week.” Rocko said, “It was described to be all black with antennae and glowing yellow eyes...”
“That’s a Heartless.” Emmett said, “”Based on what I’ve recently learned. It seems that the Heartless are under the sway of Armus. And he’s aligned himself with this particular bad apple...”
Telfer called up an image of Biff Tannen and Emmett continued, “This is Biff Tannen, the CEO of BiffCo. And this gang of miscreants...”
As he spoke Telfer put an image of Match, Skinhead, and 3-D, “Are his bodyguards and enforcers. Their names are Match, Skinhead, and 3-D. It’s important that we stop them or the multiverse as we know it could be inextricably altered!”
“That’s where your goals and ours coincide. We want to rescue their colleague, Marty and recover the DeLorean.” Tom replied.
“There’s still the matter of the flux capacitor too.” Henry added, “We still need to locate that thing before Biff and Armus do.”
“True.” Tom replied, before turning to Celes, “How’s the tricorder modification coming?”
“I still can’t get it to go past a 2.5 km radius. At most we’ll be able to detect the Flux Capacitor at 3 km.” Celes replied.
“We’ll need to narrow the search parameters down some. Celes, are you sure you can’t widen the scan radius?” Tom asked.
“Not without causing multiple false positives. Believe me I’ve tried.” Celes replied.
“We can start at Marty’s last coordinates and work our way around.” Henry suggested.
“Good idea. You just volunteered to lead the flux capacitor team.” Tom replied.
“Right. Tal, you and Billy are with me.” Henry replied.
“I’ll go with them.” Clara began.
“Absolutely not!” Emmett replied, “It’s too dangerous.”
“And letting Armus and the Heartless overrun the multiverse isn’t. We’re all in danger here, Emmett.” Clara protested.
“I see your point Clara. I’m just worried.” Emmett replied.
“Good. That’s settled.” Henry replied, “Now we’ve got to get into that sausage facility.”
“Rocko, do you remember anything about that facility?” Tom asked.
“Nothing especially. All I saw was the high wall and front gate.” Rocko said.
“There’s gotta be a way to get inside.” Emmett replied.
“We could just use the Flyer’s phaser array.” Dalby said, “A blast could level that gate easily.”
“And possibly kill hostages. We don’t know where they are.” Tom replied.
“We do have sensors.” Dalby suggested as he poked his head from out of a panel.
“But Armus has the ability to block them with the fields he can generate. He can also block transporters and communications.” Telfer added as he scanned his PADD.
“True. Directly confronting Armus in that compound isn’t an option. But maybe distracting him is, with a jucier target.” Henry replied, “But that’s about as far as my thinking’s taking me.”
“Kano you’re a genius!” Tom remarked.
“What?” Henry asked.
“Armus wants revenge against the Federation for trapping him on Vagra II. So we’re gonna give him what he wants...” Tom replied, “We’ll overfly the compound with a holographic decoy of the Delta Flyer.”
“If we keep the Flyer in flight, I might be able to transmit echoes of our engine signatures into the hologram by modifying one of the subspace transceivers.” Dalby replied, “It should be able to fool Armus into pursuit. Then we can get into the compound.”
“Now getting past all those cult members is another story.” Rocko said, “There’s gotta be a way...”
Filburt looked out the window and saw a billboard with the Sausage Works contact information on it. It was in the shape of a sausage, “There’s a way. It’ll take a few hours but we can make it work.”
“Get started. Come find us when you’re ready.” Tom said.
“I’ll get the team into the field to start looking for the Flux Capacitor.” Henry replied.
“When can you get going?” Tom asked.
“As soon as Celes finishes modifying the Flyer’s sensors.” Henry replied, “I figure if we can use the Flyer’s sensor array we can get a greater radius.”
“How accurate would it be?” Tom asked.
“It won’t be as accurate as the tricorder readings but it should be able to place us within ten kilometers of the flux capacitor.” Celes said.
“Once we’re in within range we can narrow it down with the tricorders.” Henry replied.
“Celes, how long will it take you to complete the sensor array modifications?” Tom asked.
“It should take me an hour or maybe an hour and a half.” Celes replied.
“Get started.” Tom said, “Dalby, give her a hand. Rocko, Filburt, meet us here when you’re ready to infiltrate the Sausage Works compound...”
“OK.” Rocko said as he and Filburt left the Delta Flyer and Celes and Dalby set to their modifications.
“Let’s hope this works.” Henry replied.
“For all our sakes. I hope it does.” Tom replied.
To be continued...Up next, executing the plan. Meanwhile Voyager endures more attacks by the Heartless...
|May 3 2009, 06:04 AM||#37|
O-Town, Part V
“Thank you Doctor.” Samantha replied.
Ensign Kim groaned slightly from the next biobed as Samantha cast a worried glance in his direction, “Will he be alright?”
“He sustained a serious loss of blood from those creatures that attacked him.” The Doctor said, “I’ve put him under sedation to heal.”
Captain Kathryn Janeway walked into Sickbay just then and said, “Report, Doctor.”
“I have fifteen wounded crewmen. Four, including Mr. Kim, seriously injured.” the Doctor replied.
“Keep me posted.” Janeway ordered as she passed the biobed where Lieutenant Nicoletti was gingerly sitting up.
“At ease lieutenant.” Janeway said, “How are you holding up?”
“I’m doing fine, ma’am.” Nicoletti replied.
“Hang in there. This isn’t over yet, but I’ll get us through it.” Janeway replied.
“Captain...” B’Elanna said as she sat up when Janeway approached her biobed.
“At ease B’Elanna.” Janeway replied, “How are you holding up?”
“I’ve felt better.” B’Elanna replied.
“Good job locking down Engineering.” Janeway replied.
“Thank you Captain.” B’Elanna replied.
Janeway headed over to the Doctor, “Keep me posted.”
“Yes Captain.” the Doctor replied before Janeway left Sickbay escorted by two security officers with phaser rifles.
As she walked down the corridors back to the bridge Chakotay came up to her.
“Report.” Janeway replied.
“Security teams are still sweeping the ship room by room for any more Heartless.” Chakotay began.
“Damage?” Janeway asked.
“So far no damage to any primary or secondary systems. Thank God B’Elanna was able to lock down Engineering the way she did and security responded as well as it did too.” Chakotay replied.
“Anything else?” Janeway replied.
“There appear to be several Heartless ships around the anomaly. Even if the Flyer does get back through it’s going to have to run a gauntlet.” Chakotay replied.
Marty McFly tossed and turned atop the hard wooden bench in his cell. There was no way in hell this would ever be a comfortable sleeping arrangement. Sore muscles, knots, and the fact that Biff and his crew and the walking oil slick were holding him captive all played a role in this.
He woke up just in time to hear voices outside the cell. He glanced outside to see two large anthromoprhic bulls in black leather dragging an anthromorphic steer between them, wearing the same German themed clothes the rest of those sausage worshiping weirdos that captured him wore. Yelling at the steer was an anthromorphic tick bird with white feathers.
“We don’t eat pizza here, brother. We don’t get tired of sausage. We love sausage! If you can’t love sausage as much as we do, you can go plow the sauerkraut field then!” the tickbird shouted.
The cell door was opened and the steer was shoved inside. Marty glanced at the steer. “Why are they throwing one of their guys in jail?”
“I didn’t conform to their ways. I got tired of sausage and they threw me in jail...” the steer said.
“Oh that sucks.” Marty remarked.
“That happened when this mean guy called Biff and his three goons and this weird walking oil slick showed up.” he said.
“Biff? Oh no. He must want to find the flux capacitor.” Marty said.
“The what?” the steer said.
“It’s a long story.” Marty replied, “Let’s just say it has a direct bearing on why I’m hear right now.” Marty replied.
“Oh...” the steer replied before he introduced himself, “My name’s Heffer.”
“Marty.” Marty replied.
It was then that the Match, sporting his trademark match and cowboy hat, flanked by the two massive bulls that had dragged Heffer into the cell, appeared. The cell door was opened and the bulls seized Marty before dragging him from the cell and locking it behind them after they left.
They dragged Marty through the detention facility till they took him to a small room. Sitting at a desk was Skinhead. Across from him was what looked like a dentist’s chair but had several different restraints in it. After Marty struggled fruitlessly for a few minutes the bulls strapped him in.
Match rose from the desk with a leather satchel under his left arm. He unrolled the satchel and several wicked looking instruments could be glimpsed. Marty gulped audibly.
“Now, Marty,” Skinhead started, “I’ve got a few questions for you as you might gather. They concern the time machine...”
“It might be a good idea to answer honestly, kid.” Match replied. He hoped Skinhead was only displaying those instruments and wasn’t going to use them.
Skinhead took a clear liquid from a bottle and poured it into a glass beaker. It smelled like some sort of acidic compound.
“I don’t know where the flux capacitor is...” Marty said.
Skinhead plugged in a soldering iron which began to glow white hot within a few minutes. “His left shoe.” Skinhead commanded.
Christ. What was this guy thinking? Was he seriously gonna do it? Match had done some illegal things in his time with Biff, ranging from small time jobs as a teenager to getting rid of the bodies of some of Biff’s opponents, namely one George McFly, but the idea of torturing someone. After what Armus had done to him...Match shuddered.
One of the bulls removed Marty’s left shoe and sock and Match promptly took the soldering iron and shoved it between Marty’s big toe and it’s neighbor. The stench of burning flesh filled the room and acrid electric smoke mixed in. The crackling and burning sound was accompanied by a loud scream of pain from Marty.
Match felt nausea coming on as Skinhead withdrew the soldering iron. Jesus. Was he seriously enjoying himself? Skinhead’s face took on a weirdly gleeful look.
“I really don’t want to make my friend here sick to the stomach.” Skinhead said, “So I ask again, where is the flux capacitor...”
“Go to hell you son of a...” Marty began before one of the bulls backhanded him.
“I was hoping you’d say that.” Skinhead said as he dipped a medicine dropper into the glass beaker and put a drop onto Marty’s burn, “Here’s a little salt in the wound.”
Marty let out another scream as drops of the caustic alkali compound touched his seared flesh.
“I ask again, where is the flux capacitor.” Skinhead said.
“Come on, answer him, it would mean a lot less pain for you kid...” Match replied.
“Look. I don’t know where the flux capacitor is.” Marty replied.
The soldering iron was shoved between the next two toes and more screaming could be heard.
The sound of a large object hitting the front gates could be heard just then...
“What’s that?” one of the bulls asked his buddy.
“Beats me.” the other replied.
“Paris to Team B.” came the voice over Celes’ commbadge.
“Celes here, go ahead.” Tal replied.
“I’ve isolated the flux capacitor to the following area.” Paris said, “I’m transmitting them to you now.”
“I’ve got it.” Celes replied, “Unfortunately it’s localized to a six kilometer radius.”
“Then we’ll have to split up.” Clara began.
“Forget it.” Henry replied.
“We could cover more ground that way.” Telfer suggested.
“Yeah but it’s also more dangerous out here. Safety in numbers and all.” Henry replied.
“Biff’s probably sent a search party looking for the Flux Capacitor too and finding it before they do is important.” Celes replied.
Henry mulled for a moment before saying, “Right. We’ll split up. Celes you go with Clara. Telfer you’re with me. We’ll keep an open commlink. If anything looks iffy I’ve pre-rigged an emergency beamout into the Delta Flyer.”
“Good idea.” Celes replied.
The two groups moved towards their respective search locations.
To be continued. Up next, the rescue attempt and the away team sustains a casualty...
|May 7 2009, 02:51 PM||#38|
Re: Star Trek: Voyager - Dark Realm
Another energy blast came their way and Telfer fired his own phaser. At the same time came a screeching noise as several Shadow Heartless came barreling towards Telfer and Kano.
“Pull back!” Henry replied, “I’ll cover you.”
“Right.” Telfer gulped and ran to behind a nearby rock as disruptor blasts singed near him. He took aim and started firing before shouting, “Cover!”
Henry barreled to the next bit of cover, a half fallen tree, while Telfer was keeping up a base of fire. He took aim and took down a Soldier Heartless with a single energy blast. Another disruptor blast ripped by him.
“Telfer! Run!” Henry shouted.
Telfer stood back up and ran pell mell past the fallen tree. He could feel claw swipes as Heartless came up behind him, pursuing him. He could feel the heat as disruptor blasts burned past him. He could see Henry’s phaser blasts and even feel the residual heat coming by from those blasts. As he got to a half rusted car he could see Henry firing his last couple shots. The SAR operative was one hell of a marksman with a sidearm. Kano’s first shot downed a Soldier Heartless was pursuing Telfer, his second drilled a hole through one disruptor firing Soldier Heartless that only showed a chunk of it’s head from behind a fallen tree.
As they moved through the higher ground near the river Celes could hear the sound of phaser fire and fighting.
“It sounds bad.” Clara said, “Should we help?”
“We’ve gotta find the Flux Capacitor.” Celes replied, “Besides I can’t really imagine anything getting the better of Henry and we’re closer to the flux capacitor.”
“How far?” Clara asked.
“About half a kilometer.” Celes replied as she felt jubilance running through her.
Just then a voice sounded and the click of the hammer of a semiautomatic could be heard, “Good take me to it then.”
“I know that voice.” Clara replied and then cognition struck her features, “3-D!”
“In the flesh.” 3-D replied.
Celes’ mind raced. What could she do? She couldn’t go for her phaser. 3-D had the drop too solidly on them.
“Don’t even think about reaching for the ray gun doll.” 3-D said, “Now toss it aside...”
3-D fired a shot at Celes’ feet. “Now!” 3-D ordered.
Celes did as she was told. Then she had a thought. Stall. She had to stall. Henry could probably double back and help them if she kept her head long enough and kept 3-D from killing either of them.
“Show me how this doohickey works so I can find the flux capacitor.” 3-D demanded and took a couple steps closer.
“I can’t.” Celes replied, trying desperately not to think about the gun pointed at her chest without much success, “I-it’s genetically encoded to its user...”
“Very well, take me to the flux capacitor.” 3-D began.
Clara watched the whole exchange. The second 3-D found out where the flux capacitor was she and Celes were expendable and he’d likely kill both of them. She waited until 3-D’s attention was almost entirely focused on Celes before shouting, “Tal! Run!”
3-D turned and aimed his weapon at Clara. Celes threw her entire bodyweight against 3-D, the sudden impact of her admittedly light weight nearly knocked 3-D to the ground. She was fighting him with the strength of desperation. 3-D back handed her with his free hand and Celes tasted blood and saw stars at the same time.
As they fought 3-D managed to turn the gun and squeezed the trigger. He heard a cry of pain and saw the woman fall to the ground. Not three seconds later an energy blast nearly took off his head as he turned and ran away.
The last thing Celes heard before she lost consciousness was phaser fire and Billy shouting, “No! You’ll hit Tal!”
As they rushed into the clearing Henry saw Tal hit the ground, her hands at her right side and blood pooling on the ground. Henry’s phaser was firing before he was consciously aware.
Telfer grabbed Kano’s right hand and said, “No! You’ll hit Tal!”
“I would not!” Henry replied, “And he’s getting away!”
3-D was running away and not looking back.
Henry dropped to one knee beside Tal, it didn’t look good. There was blood seeping from her right side from between her interlaced fingers. Her breathing was shallow as he scanned her with his tricorder.
“Christ!” Henry said, “Get the dermal regenerator out of the medkit! Hurry!”
Telfer complied and Henry ran the dermal regenerator around Celes’ wound. “Get the hypo and give me 20 cc’s of that inaprovaline compound.”
“Here.” Telfer said, worry creasing his features, “She’s gonna be alright? Isn’t she?”
“I can’t tell right now. I’ve got her stabilized but that’s the best I can do.” Henry replied, as he looked concernedly at Tal. Her eyes were half closed and he heard just a faint whisper of pain coming from her lips.
“Kano to Delta Flyer. Emergency Beam Out.” Henry said trying desperately to control the fear he felt the fear he would always feel when his patients had just been treated. The fear that despite all that he did that the patient wouldn’t make it. Now this was compounded by who the patient was.
Henry felt the familiar sensation of dematerializing and he saw Telfer and Celes dematerialize too. Several milliseconds later he found himself in the Delta Flyer. “Get her to the biobed, now!” Henry began.
As Tom flew the Flyer, Telfer assisted Henry in laying Tal onto the biobed. The scan revealed that the bullet had just narrowly missed tearing into Celes’ left lung, but there was tremendous damage to her intestines.
“We need to get Tal to a hospital.” Henry replied.
“We’ve got to get to Doc Brown and his team on the ground first.” Tom said as he sped towards the Sausage Works compound...
Meanwhile at the Sausage Works compound the sound of pounding could be heard. An anthromorphic monkey challenged the sound of the pounding.
“Who is it?” the sentry said.
“I am the Benevolent Bratwurst! Open these gates or I will destroy you!!!” came the voice.
“Fair enough.” The monkey said and opened the gates.
The Sausage cult members scattered in fear and ran from the large monstrosity that entered the compound.
Several of the cult members including their leader bowed before the towering thing.
“What do you want your exaltedness?” the anthromorphic tickbird asked.
“Bring me the cooow!!!” the thing replied.
Meanwhile inside the giant sausage, Rocko sat at the wheel of his car and drove it based on Filburt’s directions.
“How was that?” Filburt asked.
“Great Filburt, keep it up!” Rocko said before asking, “Ready Doctor Brown?”
“Ready as I’ll ever be...” Brown replied as he jumped down from a hatch in the back of the giant sausage mounted atop Rocko’s car.
Meanwhile the door to the jail opened and the two large anthromorphic bulls dragged Heffer between them.
“No! Not that! Don’t feed me to that thing!!!” Heffer begged, “WAIT!!! AAGGHH!!!”
The jaws of the large sausage monster opened and Heffer landed solidly on the lower jaw. Unfortunately a large bolt fell from the jaw joint of the massive thing. Now Filburt was exposed to the crowd of sausage worshipers.
“Oh boy...” Filburt groaned.
“Fakes! Persecute the unbelievers!” The anthromorphic tick bird shouted.
Meanwhile Rocko wondered if Heffer was still onboard, “Filburt, are they still buying it? Fiburt?”
Rocko began to climb through the sunroof of his car only to see the tick bird standing before him swinging a bludgeon. WHAM!
That was the last sound Rocko heard before everything went dark.
Meanwhile Doc took advantage of the chaos to slip inside the compound. He could hear Marty screaming down the hall in the dungeon and tapped the communication device that the Starfleet people had given him.
“I’ve located Marty. He’s at these coordinates...beam us to the Delorean.” Doc said.
He felt that strange shimmering sensation as he and Marty were beamed away to the vehicle garage where the Delorean was stored.
As soon as he and Marty re-materialized onto the DeLorean and he saw the condition Marty was in he said, “Damn we need to get you to a hospital!”
Brown started the DeLorean and then sped away before going into hover mode and flying away from the compound.
Doc Brown tapped the comm badge that Tom had given him, “We’re away.”
“Acknowledged, I’m beaming the other three out of the compound now!” Tom replied.
“We’ve got to get to a hospital. I’ve got a wounded man onboard.” Doc Brown replied.
“We have a wounded crewman here. Meet us at the rendezvous coordinates and I’ll beam the flux capacitor into the DeLorean.” Tom replied.
Doc glanced over at Marty who was moaning in pain, “Hang in there Marty...” Doc Brown said as he headed for the rendezvous coordinates over Rocko’s house.
Doc could see the Delta Flyer and the Jules Verne Train waiting in a hover over Rocko’s house.
“Doc, I’ve beamed the flux capacitor back into the DeLorean.” Tom said, “But our crewman needs medical attention. Do you know where the nearest hospital is.”
“I know of another hospital, on a world with a technology level roughly similar to yours.” Doc replied.
“That’s good, but how can we get there unless we...hang on!” Tom said, “I’ll lock a tractor beam to you and the Jules Verne Train. Your combined momentum should be able to pull us onto that other world.”
“Right. Let me know when you’ve locked on...” Doc said.
“Standby. Locked.” Tom replied, “Tell me when you’re ready to go.”
“Anytime you and Clara are.” Doc replied.
“Emmett, this is Clara, I’m ready.”
“So are we.” Tom replied.
The three vehicles sped through the sky and then vanished as they displaced into another world...
Rocko woke up with a mild headache as he saw the insides of his own house. Filburt and Heffer were waking up too. He looked out the window and saw the Delta Flyer, DeLorean, and Jules Verne Train speed through the heavens and then disappear.
“Thank you guys.” Rocko said.
To be continued. Up next Celes and Marty undergo treatment on another world as Armus attacks...
|May 11 2009, 06:19 AM||#39|
Disclaimer: I don’t own Voyager, Back to Future, or Disney’s ExtraTerrorestrial Alien Encounter which the world of X.S. Tech is based on. The character of Bishop was inspired by the movie Aliens.
“Where are we?” Tom asked Doc over the comm system of the Flyer as they began a hover.
“This is a reality where Earth has contact with a distant world called Planet X.” Doc explained as he brought the DeLorean down onto the landing pad, “Planet X has a corporation called X.S. Tech which is willing to sell technology, very advanced technology, to humanity. It’s level of technology appears to be roughly similar to what I’ve seen of your world so far.”
“Let’s hope they can help Tal.” Telfer remarked as he sat at his station. He glanced over towards Henry Kano. The Australian had barely said two words since they’d gotten Celes into the biobed and stabilized. Now he had a piece of metal and a laser torch in his hands.
“Are you alright?” Telfer asked.
“I’m fine.” Henry replied.
Telfer could see that the laser torch was making an edge on the piece of metal. The point at the end of the eight inch long blade was jagged and wicked looking, “That’s an interesting knife you’re making.” Telfer remarked.
Henry regarded him for a moment and said, “Yes, it is.”
The glowering look on Henry’s face was enough for Telfer to turn around and look back at his instruments.
Presently the Delta Flyer touched down and the hatch opened. Two men with a stretcher ran inside and placed Celes onto it before carrying her towards the large building near the landing pad.
“I’m going with them. I’ll meet you in a moment.” Henry said to Tom.
Two more men were carrying Marty in a stretcher and Clara went to accompany them while Emmett and Tom were negotiating with some of the X.S. Tech folks.
Kano walked alongside their group and Clara caught up with them. Her eyes were tearful as she said, “I’m so sorry, about Tal...i-if I hadn’t run he...”
“No need to apologize.” Henry replied, “You didn’t shoot her. 3-D did. And he’s going to have hell to pay should our paths ever cross.”
Clara gulped as she saw the wicked looking knife Kano was putting the finishing touches on, “And you’re gonna use that?”
“Yes.” Henry replied, squinting in the harsh sunlight as he glanced at Celes lying unconscious on the stretcher, dried blood caking around her gunshot wound, “Revenge is always up close and personal. I can’t think of a more up close and personal tool of revenge than the knife.”
Clara felt a chill cross over her with the menacing air that seemed to emanate from Kano together with the undeniably deadly tone in his voice.
“For what it’s worth.” Clara said as they walked along, “I’m sorry. If I hadn’t run, 3-D wouldn’t have tried to kill me. If 3-D hadn’t tried to kill me, Tal wouldn’t have taken that bullet.”
“Like I said, you didn’t shoot her. There’s no reason to be sorry.” Henry replied as they walked into the medical lab.
Clara glanced at Henry as he regarded the surgical equipment and all the other accouterments. “It looks roughly akin to our level of medical technology.”
He had put the knife and the laser torch away and was scanning with a medical tricorder. Clara noticed Henry’s gaze would wander from his scanning device to the surroundings of the large, brightly lit room to the area where Celes and Marty were being put.
A human with a pale complexion, pale blue eyes and tousled brown hair wearing a plain blue jumpsuit approached them. “Please place your scanning implement away. This is state of the art medical technology and it’s likely our competitors might want it.”
“I can assure you, mate, I’m not one of your competitors. I need to see whether any of this equipment is suitable to treat my crewmember.” Kano replied, “Who the bloody hell are you?”
“And I can assure you as chief surgeon of this facility that your crewman is in good hands.” the man replied, “I am Bishop, the chief medical officer of the Interplanetary Convention Center Medical Facility.”
“Right.” Henry replied as he pointed his tricorder at a couple diagnostic tables, “Roughly akin to our biobeds.”
“This is the X-178 Diagnostic and Treatment Table, its computers contain the files on any known lifeform.” Bishop moved swiftly as two humanoid robots headed towards the bed.
Bishop’s brow furrowed as he glanced at Celes, “Gunshot wound?”
“Yes.” Henry replied.
One of the robots chittered at Bishop. “XMD-1 has never encountered anything like your crewman’s species before.”
Henry handed Bishop his tricorder, “Can you interface your technology with my tricorder. I can download the results from Celes’ last physical onto it for comparison and assist with the Bajoran anatomy.”
“I appreciate it, but it will not be necessary.” Bishop said.
“Why is that?” Henry asked.
“My wireless modem is already uplinked to your tricorder instrument and is downloading the data on one Celes Tal, female, Bajoran...” Bishop said.
“Crikey you’re an android?” Henry asked.
“Affirmative. I am an X.S. Tech Medical Android Series Eight.” Bishop replied as he glanced over Celes and Marty.
“Prep this one for surgery.” Bishop said to the XMD-1 droid.
A narrow cutting beam like a low intensity laser scalpel began to cut away at Celes’ clothing as another attachment from the X-178 Diagnostic and Treatment Table came down to scan the area of her wound. Bishop began minding a readout.
“Are you Celes’ primary caregiver?” Bishop asked as his eyes moved with android speed at the various maps of the Bajoran anatomical system.
“Not exactly. Ours is a bit out of contact. Why?” Henry asked.
“Just a matter of formality.” Bishop said, “I want to know the being I’ll be addressing my report to. Who was the medic who performed the initial treatment?”
“I was.” Henry replied.
“You did a good job of stopping the bleeding.” Bishop began.
“Thanks.” Henry replied as he watch the XMD-1 at work. Its optical scanners were working as it mapped Tal’s insides.
Bishop tapped at the interface of his computer and showed the scans from Celes’ last medical examination.
“The bullet narrowly missed hitting her right lung but arced towards her stomach and large intestine causing some serious damage there. I’ve found evidence of severe internal bleeding. Are you rated to treat it?” Bishop asked.
“No. I stabilized her and performed the initial scans.” Henry replied.
“I am starting operative procedures now.” Bishop said.
“Can I assist?” Henry replied.
“Your assistance will not be necessary.” Bishop replied, “There is a small café near the operating room if you desire nourishment. I will contact you with my prognosis.”
“What’s your intial prognosis?” Henry asked.
“While you did an excellent job of initial treatment and stabilization and I can treat her physical injuries I’m not certain about her comatose state.” Bishop replied, “There is a distinct probability that she could die during surgery.”
Henry reluctantly left the operating area and saw Marty sitting upright on a biobed with his left foot and lower third of his left leg covered by an arch of some sort.
“They’re treating the burns on his leg from the soldering iron and the acid.” Clara said, and asked, “What about Tal?”
“Bishop says there’s a chance we might lose her during surgery.” Henry said voice struggling to control the emotion inside.
If Clara had any doubts as to Henry’s feelings for Tal they no longer existed. “You can’t do anything more by just hanging around here and you’ll worry yourself sick. Let’s get something to eat, I’m famished.” Clara said.
Henry followed her to the small café and said once more, “I’ve got a promise to make. And I swear that the next time I see 3D I will kill him for this.”
Clara hoped that Henry was just venting but there was definitely something about his statement that said he was dead serious. As much as she thought 3D was scum she found the concept of killing him out of revenge to be unpalatable.
“We will treat your injured crewmen.” the bald green skin humanoid male replied, “But there is a matter of payment.”
Tom said, “We have information on a new threat, its what injured our crewman.”
“A projectile weapon?” the alien replied.
“The person that shot my crew member was part of a gang of thugs led by an individual known as Biff Tannen.” Tom replied, “And he was aligned with a being known as Armus.”
“Armus?” The humanoid male replied.
“I’ve got all the information on the threat and an assessment on it. Will that be sufficient payment?” Tom asked as he sent some information from his PADD to the alien’s computer.
“Just what are these Heartless and what threat do they pose?” the alien replied.
“They pose a tremendous threat to the space-time continuum!” Doc Brown interjected as he stood up from his chair on his side of the oval table where he, Tom Paris, and William Telfer sat opposite the strange green alien.
“Very well. The information should be a sufficient down payment. I will assess what further compensation we require later.” The alien said as he stood up and showed Tom and company out of the room.
The three of them joined Kenneth Dalby in the lobby of the building they now knew as the Interplanetary Convention Center, hosting a large demonstration team for the technology of X.S. Tech.
“From what I’ve seen around here, sir, it looks like they’ve got roughly our level of technology.” Dalby replied, “They seem more advanced in the area of A.I., however. I’ve seen a few androids roaming around here.”
Just then Tom’s comm badge chittered, “Kano to Paris.”
Tom tapped his comm badge and said, “Paris here.”
“Marty’s starting recovery. He should be on his feet by the end of the day. Celes is a different story. She’s in surgery right now and it could be a few hours.” Henry began, “I’ll know after she’s come out of the procedure.”
Telfer put his face in his hands as he sat down on a bench, God he felt so sick. Was Tal going to be alright? How bad was she of?
“Hey.” Tom said, “Are you alright?”
“I’m just worried sir. Any idea about Tal?” Telfer asked as he looked up.
“I don’t know. Lieutenant Kano’s keeping an eye on her status. He’ll let us know if anything changes.” Tom replied, “As soon as she’s out of surgery we’ll head over there.”
It wasn’t much, but it was all Tom could do. He felt horrible. Celes was Telfer’s best friend as well as Kano’s and there was that rumor that he felt something more about her than simple friendship. Poor guy this had to be tearing him apart, especially if he did have unexpressed or unrequited feelings for Celes.
Meanwhile they watched a video where an alien male of a similar species to their host was speaking, “I am Chairman Clench, Chief Executive Officer of X.S. Tech. From our humble beginnings as a single manufacturing plant on Planet X we expanded into interstellar travel, cybernetics, biotechnology and spaceborne defense. From those humble beginnings we always kept our mind on one saying, ‘Seize the Future with X.S.’ One of our probes recently discovered your planet and we saw the opportunity to help a less technologically advanced race. Profit is simply a sideffect we have learned to deal with. And if it can’t be done with X.S. it shouldn’t be done at all...”
“Nice cross between the Ferengi and the Borg.” Dalby joked as they walked about the displays.
Up next a demonstration of X.S. Tech’s technology goes horribly wrong at the same time that Armus and company attack the Interplanetary Convention Center.
Last edited by Dingo; May 11 2009 at 06:13 PM.
|May 23 2009, 04:56 PM||#40|
X.S. Tech, Part II
X.S. Tech, Part II
“So when did you realize how you felt about Tal?” Clara asked, as they sat together in the small café outside the infirmary, “If you don’t mind me asking.”
“It’s difficult to say.” Henry replied, “I’d always liked her since I met her. She was the sort of girl I’d always liked. The cute girl next door sort of girl.”
Tom headed over their way with Dalby and Telfer in tow and Henry and Clara turned and rose to meet them.
“What’s the prognosis on Celes?” Tom asked.
“She’s still in surgery. Bishop said he’d come out and let us know.” Henry replied.
“Who’s Bishop?” Tom asked.
“He’s the chief surgeon of this facility.” Henry replied.
“That is correct.” came a voice as Bishop came striding over to them.
Before Tom could speak Henry asked, “Status?”
“She’s stable now but still in a comatose state.” Bishop replied.
“Can we see her?” Henry replied.
“Of course.” Bishop said as he led the way into the infirmary’s intensive care unit.
Tal Celes lay on her back in a biobed. The sound of her breathing, steady. Her eyes were closed and she was clad in a hospital gown. A thermal blanket covered her from the shoulders down to her toes. There were various displays around the biobed that displayed her respiration, heart rate, and brain activity.
“What’s your initial prognosis?” Henry asked his gaze flickering between Celes and Bishop.
“I extracted a chemically propelled lead slug, nine millimeter, which expanded to eleven point seven two centimeters inside her body. The bullet narrowly missed hitting her right lung but did some severe damage to her large intestine. I found that she was also bleeding internally as the result of that same bullet.” Bishop began, “I extracted the slug with minimal trauma to the surrounding tissue. She was lucky that the round did not expand any more than intended by its design. Had that been the case...”
“I get the idea.” Paris said, “What about recovery?”
“It’s too early to make that prognosis.” Bishop began, “I’ve done everything I can to repair the damage she’s endured. She’s presently in stasis right now to facilitate faster healing. I will bring her out of that stasis within the next eight hours. After that she should regain consciousness.”
“Should?” Telfer asked.
“Yes. Should.” Bishop replied.
“What do you mean by should?” Henry demanded.
“I meant that the enforced stasis treatments should assist in her body’s recover but as far as regaining consciousness right now it is too early to say.” Bishop said, “My database suggests inconclusive evidence that comatose sentients do possibly hear the words of those speaking to them. I allow visiting hours and perhaps members of your party could spend some time with her.”
“Were you programmed with a bedside manner?” Tom asked.
“In a manner of speaking, yes.” Bishop replied, “In fact my appearance and those of my particular model number were designed to appear and act human to put patients at ease.”
Clara put a hand on Henry’s shoulder and said, “You know Bishop is right, we don’t know exactly what a comatose person hears. It might help her with recovery.”
“I’ll take the first shift and see what I can learn about their medical technology as well.” Henry replied.
“Alright.” Tom replied, “We’ll look and see what we can find out about their technology as well.”
“Tom.” Doc Brown said, “It’s quite conceivable that Biff and Armus know about this particular world and likely have followed us here.”
“That technology that they have around here might be something they’d want to steal.” Dalby replied, “I think if we check on what technology they might want to steal and come up with a way to help them defend themselves against the Heartless they might be willing to help us get home. I found something that could possibly get us home. I saw a flyer for some sort of interstellar transporter technology. If I can figure out how it works I might be able to transport us back to Voyager.”
“Worth looking into.” Henry replied.
“Dalby, when’s that exhibition?” Tom asked.
“1600, about three hours from now.” Dalby replied.
“Alright. That gives us three hours to look around and learn what we can about their technology.” Tom replied.
“I’ll stay here with Henry and Celes.” Telfer replied, “I want to see what I can find out about their cybernetic technology. If they can create something as advanced as Bishop...”
“Understood.” Tom said as he and Dalby left the room.
Henry watched for a moment as Celes lay there. Her eyes were closed and her complexion a bit ashen. He didn’t want to look away, as if his gaze kept her heartbeat regular and her breathing rhythmic. If it weren’t for her complexion or the surroundings of the medical bay he would almost believe she was asleep.
He pulled a small chair beside Celes’ biobed listening to the hum of the machinery that scanned her and that kept her alive and regulated her stasis.
“Tal, I really don’t know if you can hear me, but here it goes. I never got the chance to say this to you,” Henry began, “I’ve always cared for you. More than you know...”
Stasis felt so odd. Like she was in her body but not quite. It was like lucid dreaming. She could hear voices talking about her state of being. This Bishop character talking about her prognosis. Henry. Oh Prophets she could hear him. He definitely sounded angry and hurt in the same breath. He was swearing he would kill 3-D for what had happened.
The others had left the room but Billy was still there. She could hear him talking with Bishop for a while before they headed away. Only Henry remained. And by the sound of his voice it sounded like her injury had really affected him in a bad way. He was saying something about caring for her more than she knew.
Could it be true? Did he really feel something for her? Something more than friendship?
Henry continued to talk, “I can’t really figure out a way to say this, so I’m simply going to say it. I’m in love with you, Tal.” Henry replied.
Could it be? Could he really be feeling for her what she felt for him? Was it even conceivable that he had those feelings for her, more than those of a really good friend? Was it really so hard to believe that he had feelings for her?
Henry felt a lump rising in his throat, “My life just wouldn’t be the same without you. I want you to tell you all this with you awake and responding and able to tell me whether you feel the same way or to just bugger off.”
His eyes watched the even rise and fall of her chest. “If anything else happened to you I’ll never forgive myself.” Henry declared.
Meanwhile Telfer was pointing his tricorder at Bishop and making some preliminary scans. “Wow.” Telfer said.
“If you please, Mr. Telfer, kindly don’t point that scanning device at me. I know you’re not an X.S. Tech competitor, but the scanning does make me feel uncomfortable.” Bishop replied.
“Sorry.” Telfer replied, “It’s just you’re a lot more advanced than any android I’ve ever run across.”
“Androids are commonplace on your world?” Bishop asked.
“Not really. But the most advanced android I happen to know anything about is the Soong-type android, one of which serves Starfleet as an officer.” Telfer replied as he put the tricorder aside.
“Soong type android?” Bishop asked with a raised eyebrow.
“Compared to you, at least from my initial scans, he’s a data PADD.” Telfer replied, “Your synthetic flesh alone, with its texture and entirely human appearance is decades ahead of anything a Soong class has as covering.”
They moved towards the biobed where Celes was and Telfer gently asked, “Any changes?”
“Nothing.” Henry replied.
“Hey, mind giving us a bit of space.” Telfer said.
Henry nodded and headed off to do some thinking. He gazed at his comatose friend. Were it not for her ashen complexion and the various machines around her, the peaceful look on her face, closed eyes, and rhythmic breathing made it look as though Tal were just sleeping soundly.
“Tal, if you had any doubts about how Henry fells about you I hope they’re erased.” Telfer began, “I really want you to pull through. God it wouldn’t be the same on Voyager without you, my best friend.”
“Feeling better, Marty?” Clara asked.
“Much.” Marty said, “My foot feels a tad sluggish, though.”
“A natural consequence of the low grade stasis I put your lower leg through.” Bishop said as he walked into the ward, “I put Marty’s lower leg in a low grade stasis to facilitate faster recovery to the traumatized nerves and chemical burns on his foot.”
“How’s Tal?” Clara asked.
“Still no change to her condition, yet.” Bishop said.
“Who’s Tal?” Marty asked.
“Tal Celes. She’s one of the Starfleet people that helped rescue you.” Doc said, “She was shot saving Clara from 3D.”
“What about Marty?” Doc Brown asked.
“I expect him to make a full recovery. He should be on his feet tomorrow morning.” Bishop replied as he headed out of the room.
Henry Kano brushed past him and headed over to where Clara, Doc, and Marty were.
“Marty, this is Henry Kano, one of the Starfleet away team members.” Clara said.
“Charmed.” Henry replied without much enthusiasm as he extended a hand. Clara could see the man’s sunken eyes.
“Where are Tom and Kenneth?” Doc asked.
“They’re checking out some of the technology of X.S. Tech.” Henry replied, “I heard something about some technology, an Interstellar Teleporter of some sort.”
“Great Scott! If Biff learns anything about it he and Armus will be here any minute!” Doc Brown said.
Meanwhile Tom and Dalby were in an anteroom when a viewscreen suddenly came to life and a bald green skinned humanoid female appeared on the screen and began to speak, "Welcome to the universe of X-S. You are about to observe the latest scientific works brought to you by X-S Tech, the galaxy's leader in innovative high technology. But first, let me share with you the fascinating story of our company. We began many galactic years ago on a world quite distant from your own. From one small manufacturing plant we've grown into the largest consumer oriented research and development company in the universe. X-S Tech is number one in: Electro Robotics, Cryo Cybernetics, Techno Surveillance, Planetary Restructuring, Genetic Engineering, and Hyperspatial Transport. Here at X-S, helping others seize the future has always been our goal. It's a tradition handed down from our founders and carried on by current chairman, L.C. Clench."
“Chairman Clench. Helluva name.” Dalby smirked as a bald green skinned humanoid male walked onto the screen.
"We were, of course, extremely enthused when our market research probe discovered the Earth. A world with so many eager customers is always worth our greatest effort." Clench began.
“Huh. Sounds like a Ferengi.” Dalby smirked.
“I’ll have to agree with you there.” Tom replied.
The female alien appeared on the screen again, "And for today's demonstration, thousands of skilled X-S engineers have worked round-the-clock. We think you'll find our hard work well worth your while. After all ..."
The camera turned back towards Clench, ". . . If something can't be done with X-S, then it shouldn't be done at all. Now, I know some critics have implied that we are interested in the Earth soundly for commercial reasons, for . . . profit. But I believe we have an important obligation to help less fortunate planets upgrade their technology, profit is simply a by product we've learned to live with. So join with me now, won't you, and together we will seize the future with . . . X-S!"
The screen went dark and a loudspeaker sounded, “Please gather all belongings and proceed to the next room.”
“Well I guess Billy and Henry are gonna miss the show.” Tom remarked.
“3-D what kind of an idiot are you?” Biff began, before getting right into 3-D’s face and railing angrily at him, “I’ll tell you what kind. The sort of idiot who not only fails to find the flux capacitor once, but twice!”
“Perhaps I can make an example of this incompetent fool.” Armus said.
“I’ve got him.” Biff said, “3-D consider this a warning. Fail at an assignment like this again and you’re getting turned into a Heartless.”
“Y-yes boss...” 3-D replied.
“And don’t think I won’t do it too.” Biff replied.
“Boss, we might save something from all this yet.” 3-D said, “I put a tracking sensor on the DeLorean in case anything like this did occur.”
“OK genius. Where are they now?” Biff said.
“May I?” 3-D replied, indicating a computer.
“This better be good.” Biff replied.
3-D punched a few keys and it showed the DeLorean’s present location in yet another dimension. “Alright. We’re going to go to that dimension and take that flux capacitor and time machine from Doc Brown...”
To be continued. Up next the away team must deal not only with Biff and company and Armus with the Heartless, but also an unwanted visitor from deep space...
|June 25 2009, 10:08 AM||#41|
X.S. Tech, Part III
“That’s what the report says.” Chakotay said as he eyed the PADD in his own hands.
“And Celes was injured by this a member of this Biff Tannen character’s gang?” Janeway replied.
“Apparently she was treated at this facility called X.S. Tech.” Chakotay said, “The species that founded X.S. Tech were bald, green skinned humanoid aliens very similar to the Ferengi with a high tech bend. They appear to enjoy selling technology to other races at high prices.”
“This X.S. Tech appears to be a civilization on a par with our own with advancements in some areas. Their achievements in cybernetics are impressive to say the least. This Bishop android described by the away team in their report is fairly advanced.” Janeway replied, “Telfer’s report stated that he’s more advanced than a Soong type android.”
“The report also states they found some sort of interstellar transporter device.” Chakotay said.
“Any attempts to use it?” Janeway asked.
“I was just getting there, Kathryn. Unfortunately something went awry during the demonstration that Tom and Dalby witnessed...” Chakotay replied as he continued to alternate his eyes between Kathryn and the PADD.
“Hey.” Marty said as he limped into the room where Tal Celes lay fighting for her life. He felt like he owed these people his life, those people so far away from their homes who risked their lives to help him and Doc. And one of them had been wounded by one of Biff’s gang.
Henry Kano turned around and regarded Marty McFly.
“I just wanted to thank you guys for everything you did for me.” Marty began.
“You’re welcome.” Henry replied almost absently as he checked Celes’ vitals.
Marty could tell that Henry cared about Celes as more than a teammate or something. He definitely had some feelings for her.
“Are you like seeing her or something?” Marty asked.
“No.” Henry replied, “We’re just friends.”
“Look. I’m so sorry. This is my fault.” Marty replied, “If Biff hadn’t gotten a hold of me. If I had been more careful on my survey mission she wouldn’t have gotten hurt.”
“Mate. It’s not your fault. You didn’t shoot her. 3D did and he will pay with his life.” Henry replied coldly.
Tom and Ken walked into the large auditorium with a large viewscreen and a robot sitting at a console with two glass tubes on either side of it. In one of the glass tubes was a blue furry alien creature with antennae and yellowish eyes.
The viewscreen flared to life and the alien female from the earlier presentations appeared yet again and said: “And now, for the world of living life with X-S, here once again is Chairman Clench.”
Chairman Clench appeared again onscreen and gestured grandly before he spoke, “By now you must be wondering how X-S Tech can help you seize the future. Well, wonder no more! Here to show you how is our most advanced cyberbotic performance unit to date.”
As he spoke the robot flared to life and began to gaze at the various human audience members, “Ahh, welcome, weary travelers, to the great big universe of X-S. You may call me sir. That is S-I-R which stands for simulated intelligence robotics.”
The small creature in one of the glass tubes began to whine.
“What do you want, Skippy?” S.I.R. asked
“Do you think that thing’s sentient?” Dalby asked Tom with a raised eyebrow.
“I don’t know. It seems to have a rudimentary form of communication or language.” Tom replied.
Just then Skippy chittered something that sounded like: “I want to go out there.”
“We should do something. This corporation is exploiting sentient lifeforms...” Dalby said.
“There’s nothing we can do about that.” Tom replied, “They kinda have us over a barrel. I mean Celes is injured and they’re treating her. Who knows if they’ll just stop treatment or worse detain us if we just start yelling about that exploitation. But we’re not just gonna do nothing.”
S.I.R. gestured towards the tube: “No, you may not get out. You're our... lucky volunteer! Now, dear friends, you're probably asking 'What can the galaxy's leader in sophisticated technology do for me?' Well, how would you like to travel anywhere, anytime at the touch of a button? Science Fiction? NO! Behold the X-S Series 1000. The first in a complete line of personal and commercial teleportation systems, capable of sending bright-eyed biological life forms like yourselves, and even lower life forms like Skippy, from one place to another instantly. In a moment I will break down our fuzzy little friend into a mass of molecules, send those molecules through the air above your head, and reconstruct them in the tube over here, as good as new! And now, witness for yourselves, the wonders of X-S teleportation. Phase one of the process has begun: disintegration into molecular components. Don't worry, it's practically painless!”
He began to work the console and then Skippy began to dematerialize: “And now to the second phase: the molecules are beamed to the receiving chamber where atom-by-atom, we construct our carefree traveler!”
Skippy began to appear looking just on the right side of burned and began to chitter his complaints which S.I.R. promptly suppressed: “And here's the little Skipper now! Oh shut-up, Scruffy, you're not burned. You’ve just got a healthy glow!”
Skippy chittered back some protests.
S.I.R. replied with a dismissive tone: ”Skippy, you-you've just reminded me of a feature that I absolutely love! With the mere touch of a button, the entire process can be reversed! Bon Voyarge!”
Skippy dematerialized again as S.I.R. continued to speak: “And this is my favorite: it can be suspended...indefinitely.”
S.I.R. continued as a white cloud hovered over his head: “My dear friends, you've just witnessed a small sample of the awesome power of X-S Teleportation.”
“Excuse me S.I.R. just what do you mean by small sample?” Dalby asked.
“Why mister...” S.I.R. began, “I’m sorry I didn’t catch your name.”
“Mister Dalby. I was just getting there. There's much more! Imagine if the trip were not merely the width of this room, but the breadth of a galaxy, the span of a universe! Well, imagine no more. Because soon, one of YOU will be taking that trip. One of YOU will seize the future with X-S! Bon Voyarge!” S.I.R. replied.
“OK that means one of us could travel to their home planet.” Dalby replied, “I see an opportunity here. Maybe they have a way to get us back to our world.”
“That’s insane. We don’t even know what star system X.S. Tech is in or if the Flyer could even reach it. And what if they detain you or they’re working with Armus.” Tom replied.
“Look. If we don’t take chances we’ll never get back.” Dalby replied.
Dalby removed his comm badge and began to mess with it: “If I get chosen I can be traced by my comm badge carrier wave signal from the Flyer. Give me yours.”
“This idea is still insane.” Tom groaned as Dalby modified the comm badge that Tom handed him as they proceeded into another auditorium. It was just after the auditorium door closed that Tom’s comm badge chittered to life.
Henry sat down with Telfer in the small coffee shop with its sterile decor. “Any changes?” Billy asked.
Henry glanced balefully at him, “No change. She hasn’t gotten worse and she hasn’t gotten better. I shouldn’t have agreed to let us split up like that. I could’ve protected her.”
Telfer said nothing. He felt conflicting emotions going through his head. Part of him blamed Henry for the command decision to split their small group to find the flux capacitor. But another part of him knew that if Henry hadn’t been on the scene Tal would never have made it to the hospital.
Clara came by just then. “Any news?” She asked gently.
“No.” Henry replied.
Clara joined Telfer and Kano at the table just then.
“She wouldn’t want you beating yourself up like this.” Telfer said.
“It is my fault she’s in that state. If we hadn’t split up. 3D would never have gotten the drop on Clara and her.” Henry replied.
Telfer knew that Henry needed to hear something comforting but he couldn’t think of anything, but Clara beat him to the punch.
“You know she loves you right?” Clara said.
Henry looked surprised: “How could you know that?”
“She confided it to me.” Clara began.
“Now you know she wouldn’t want you driving yourself nuts with guilt over this.” Telfer said, “And it is true. She does love you.”
Before Henry could reply, Emmett Brown came running over to them: “There’s some disturbing news I’ve got on another front. I found a tracking sensor in the DeLorean.”
“Wanker.” Henry replied before just about knocking his comm badge off his shirt, “Kano to Paris.”
“Paris here. Go ahead.”
“Tom, there’s been a tracking sensor discovered on the DeLorean. Armus, Biff, and the peanut gallery should be here at any minute.” Henry replied.
“I’ll go talk to Bishop see if there are any security measures X.S. Tech has.” Telfer replied. Out of the corner of his eye he could see Henry examining both his hand phaser and the homemade knife in his hand.
“If I should chance upon 3D, he isn’t going to survive the encounter. I promise that.” Henry replied.
Telfer felt his blood turn icy at Henry’s menacing tone as well as his heart rate rising. He knew better than to ask his friend about his seriousness. There was that part of him that agreed with Henry’s burning desire for revenge, however. Henry. If you find that bastard when they attack, kill him.
Up next the demonstration goes awry and Biff leads an attack on the X.S. Tech facility.
|July 4 2009, 06:36 AM||#42|
X.S. Tech, Part IV
It was just then that the viewscreens in the room flared to life and another male of Chairman Clench’s species appeared on screen: “Ah! People of Earth, greetings to each and every one of you! I am Spinlock, X-S Management Supervisor, speaking to you live across the galaxy where we're all set for yet another spectacular demonstration! Dr. Feemis . . .”
As he spoke he indicated a female of that same species sitting at a console behind him. She turned to speak just then, “Hello. Look, I don't think we should–“
“--We should waste another moment. I couldn't agree with you more. Ready when you are.” Spinlock interjected.
Feemis spoke again: “Thank-you. The analysis modules above your head will now lower into place. Please remain seated in an upright position with your arms at your sides. When the modules touch your shoulders, they will stop automatically so . . . remain seated and do not interrupt their operation.”
The harnesses, which resembled theme park safety restraints, were lowered onto audience’s shoulders as Feemis began to talk the audience through the procedure: “Data link online and analyzing now...”
“And we've got our lucky traveler to whisk across the galaxy. In just a moment the analysis module will rise and...” Spinlock replied as the lights landed on Dalby.
Distant yelling could be heard just then in the background on the viewscreen: “I don't care! Stand aside! Ah, Spinlock.”
“Chairman Clench!” Spinlock said, voice conveying a mixture of surprise and feigned delight.
“So, is everything on schedule?” Clench asked.
“Well, to tell you the truth...” Dr. Feemis began before Spinlock cut her off.
“We’re ahead of schedule!”
“Excellent!” Clench replied.
“Just selecting a volunteer.” Spidlock replied.
“It’s off.” Clench announced.
“Oh good!” Feemis said, visibly relieved.
Her relief did not last long as Clench spoke again: “I’ve been seized!”
“Something you ate, sir.” Spinlock replied.
“Seized with inspiration! A new idea!” Clench began.
“Oh terrific.” Feemis said with an enthusiasm she didn’t feel as she eyed her instruments.
“We’re live, right?” Clench asked.
“Oh yes, sir, very.”Spinlock replied.
“Hello, everyone. I've recalculated our plan. You see, if we bring one of you here, well, I just get to meet one of you. However, if I'm teleported to Earth, I can meet all of you! Shake each hand and personally answer all of your questions about the wonders of X-S, I'll be with you in just a moment. Prepare yourselves for an unforgettable encounter.” Clench began.
“Uh, sir! I doubt this is a good idea!” Spinlock began before Clench cut him off.
“Ah, remember, Spinlock, doubt is the rust of a feeble mind. The only way to seize the future is to grasp the present. Let's go.”
“Grasp the present! Yes, well. The Chairman certainly has a way with words, wouldn't you say Dr. Feemis?” Flustered yet trying to regain face Spinlock turned to Dr. Feemis.
“Grasp! Grasp, right! But first I have to totally recalibrate...” Feemis replied as her fingers danced across her instrument panel.
“Come on! Seize, grasp!” Clench ordered impatiently as he stepped into the large glass tube in the center of the teleporter room.
“Okay Doctor?” Spinlock replied.
“I am going as fast as I can.” Feemis replied.
“Spinlock!” Clench ordered.
“Yes sir!” A harried Spinlock replied.
“Dr. Feemis!” Clench shouted.
“What!?” Feemis shouted back.
“Spinlock!” Clench shouted.
“Must I do everything!?” Spinlock replied to Feemis and began to start pulling on levers.
“No! Nooo! I didn't lock the trajectory, we don't know where we're sending him!” Feemis protested as Spinlock leaned over her instrument panel.
“No! No, I didn't mean it!” Spinlock said as Clench started to dematerialize with a scream.
After witnessing Clench dematerializing Dalby’s eyes went wide. “Christ that could’ve been me...”
“I don’t think we’re outta the woods yet.” Tom remarked as the demonstration continued.
“Another planet, in our transmission path. It must've intercepted the signal.” Dr. Feemis said from the distant control room.
“What?” Spinlock asked.
“W-wait! Wait, I've got something.” Feemis replied.
“Well, boost the power and send him to Earth.” Spinlock ordered.
“Well, what if it’s not him?” Feemis protested.
“Course it's him, send him to Earth! Ladies and Gentlemen, live and in person--Chairman Clench!” Spinlock announced.
“Uh, Spinlock, since when does Clench have wings?” Feemis replied.
“Wings??” Spinlock replied.
As they spoke fog began to materialize in the glass tube in the center of the room as molecules began to re-materialize into a three meter and vaguely serpentine shape...
“Uh oh...” Dalby groaned.
“Uh, analyzing now.” Feemis began.
“Well? What is it?” Spinlock asked.
“Okay, lets see. Ornitheus, Carnivorous...” Feemis began.
“Carnivorous? It eats meat?” Spinlock asked.
“Exactly, genius. Those people are in a lot of danger.” Feemis replied.
“Now what's happening?” Spinlock replied.
The sound of glass buckling and starting to break echoed through the darkened chamber as the massive insectoid life form smashed a pincerlike claw against the tube repeatedly.
“The teleportation tube is starting to break!” Feemis began.
Spinlock stammered as his eyes widened: “B-but it’s unbreakable...”
The tube shattered as a pincer smashed through. Tom ducked to avoid a large hunk of glass.
In the vehicle hanger where the DeLorean, Jules Verne Train, and Delta Flyer were kept Telfer, Kano, Dr. Brown and Clara were all clustered around the Flyer.
Henry unlocked a panel in the Delta Flyer and held out a Type-1 hand phaser.
“Are you nuts?!” Telfer whispered,”You’re letting them use 24th Century weaponry?”
“What choice do we have?” Henry replied: “This attack affects us all.”
“This end’s the dangerous end, right?” Clara asked as she pointed at the solid state contacts at the front of the weapon.
“Now it is.” Henry replied as he activated the power source. “These top buttons are how you adjust the power settings. The right button increases and the left lowers its power setting. The bottom button is how you fire.”
“I have a weapon of my own.” Emmett said as he reached into a compartment inside the Jules Verne Train. He pulled out an 1873 Winchester fitted with a telescopic sight nearly as long as the weapon itself.
“Right. Do you have anything for Clara?” Henry asked.
“No. I don’t.” Emmett replied, “I can leave Clara with me.”
“It’d be best if she was armed as well. And able to defend herself.” Henry replied, “I’m not implying that you can’t protect her. But it would be best if she were armed.”
“We’ll need people to protect the vehicles.” Emmett began.
“You just volunteered for that assignment.” Henry replied, “Telfer, give them a hand. I’ll assist Bishop with any triage in the infirmary and defend it as well.”
“What about Tom and Kenneth?” Telfer asked.
“I’ll see if I can’t get a hold of them...” Henry said and tapped his comm badge, “Kano to Paris...”
The glass tube shattered as the winged insectoid alien flew out into the auditorium.
Spinlock’s voice shot out over the comm: “People of Earth, quiet! Listen to me please! Don't scream! If you remain perfectly quiet it probably won't eat you! Oh no! I told you to BE QUIET!!”
“Sage advice.” Tom said in a low voice to Dalby as he worked at the safety harness he was wearing. It was just then that his comm badge chittered to life.
“Kano to Paris. We’re arming up to prepare for Biff’s attack. What’s your situation?” Henry asked.
“Henry...I can’t talk right now...the situation is...” Tom began as the alien jumped into the aisleway.
“....extremely hostile...Keep talking.” Tom said before ripping the comm badge off his shirt and lobbing it as far as he could throw it.
“Tom? What in blazes is going on?” Henry asked. His voice blared loudly over the comm badge and the alien tracked the sound and swung a pincer at it, smashing the comm badge.
The sound of wings flapping could be heard and Tom felt the air moving as the alien flew over his head.
“We need to get it back in the tube.” Spinlock’s voice echoed. Evidently the video feed to X.S. Tech was still active.
“We can’t teleport it anywhere. We’ve lost power.” Feemis shot back.
“Well send someone to restore it!” Feemis replied.
“We’ve gotta try and stop that thing.” Tom whispered to Dalby as the two men ducked into an alcove.
“How!?” Dalby hissed back, “Did you see that monster!”
“We’ve got to do something. We can’t just let it eat these people.” Tom replied.
“We can’t do much good in that monster’s gut.” Dalby replied.
“We’ve still got to do something!” Tom protested.
The alien hissed and yowled as it heard the noise of the two men arguing.
“I vote that something being getting the hell out of here!” Dalby said as he tugged on the door. Sealed. Gas tight. Damn it!
“Now what!?” Dalby asked.
“I’m thinking! I’m thinking!” Tom replied.
“Well think fast!” Dalby said as the alien flew towards them. Dalby drew his phaser and fired three blasts. All three of them left minor scorch marks on the creature’s exoskeleton.
“This could be a disaster...” Dalby groaned as the two men ran from the flying alien.
Up Next: Tannen’s attack and the defense of the X.S. Tech facility.
|July 28 2009, 06:26 AM||#43|
Re: Star Trek: Voyager - Dark Realm
X.S. Tech, Part V
“Kano to Telfer. Are you in position?” Henry asked.
“We’re in the garage. Ready as we’ll ever be.” Telfer replied.
“Right.” Henry replied.
“How’s Tal?” Telfer asked, concern brushing his features
“Still no change.” Henry replied as his eyes fell upon Celes. The steady hum of the machinery that was
keeping her alive was the only noise in the room. The footsteps of Bishop could be heard as he walked over to do his checks on Tal.
“Hang in there.” Henry whispered to Tal gently, “Things are going to get rough, but please hang in there.”
“What do you have in the way of security?” Henry asked Bishop.
“We have the XD-7 Security Constructs.” Bishop said.
“Are they active?” Henry asked.
“Security has been alerted, due to the incident in the auditorium.” Bishop replied.
“Good.” Henry said.
“It was kind of you to offer your services.” Bishop said.
“SAR operatives are trained in emergency medicine and triage.” Henry replied, “For treating our crewman it’s the least I could do.”
It was then the light flickered for a few seconds and then went solid again. The klaxon of an intruder alert warning blared loudly.
Emmett Brown opened fire with his long telescopic rifle at a Shadow Heartless that came through the nearest air duct. He worked the lever action and ejected an empty cartridge from the weapon. Telfer fired his own phaser and killed another two more Heartless attacking towards the DeLorean.
A bullet skipped off of the concrete, narrowly missing Telfer. He ducked out of the way as he fired his phaser back at 3-D who had been shooting at him.
More Heartless charged at the room as 3-D barked orders at them like a second rate tyrant. Emmett aimed and fired a shot, missing 3D.
“What was that?” Telfer yelled.
“I missed!” Emmett replied.
“How the hell do you miss!?” Telfer shouted, “That telescopic sight’s as long as the damned rifle.”
“He’s far away!” Emmett said as he ducked a projectile.
“That’s maybe 100 meters.” Telfer shot back as he ducked a flaming projectile.
“NO! NO FIRE! NO FIRE!” 3-D shouted, “You’ll destroy the flux capacitor you idiots!”
“There’s a mild bit of deviation possible for telescopic sights depending upon any number of factors. The grade of the glass. The refraction of rays of light and...” Emmett replied.
“Will you two shut up about missing the shot at 3-D!” Clara remarked, “It just happened that way!”
Several Heartless lay piled up dead near the infirmary entrance way. The security constructs were firing energy weapons at the Heartless as well from array’s built into their hands. Several more Heartless kept running towards the Infirmary.
Henry blasted another one away with his hand phaser. One of the security constructs lay on its back torn apart by the claws of a larger, stronger, Heartless. Henry fired again and killed another Heartless. There was no way in hell he was letting any of these bastards near the Infirmary and Tal.
She still lay motionless on the biobed. For once Henry was grateful for that. He hoped she wasn’t going to wake up and see this massive attack. Another sword wielding Heartless came charging at them and Henry let him have it with a phaser blast.
Two medics came running in carrying a wounded tourist into the infirmary. Bishop went to check on the man. “Severe lacerations across the back, third degree burns on the legs and lower back...commencing treatment.” Bishop said.
“I’ve got you covered!” Henry shouted. Barely. He thought as he let fly with a couple phaser blasts, this time downing a gray creature with a spindly build.
A gunshot narrowly missed Bishop and Henry fired a phaser blast at Skinhead who was leading the attack on the Infirmary.
It was about three seconds later that the sound of a door being ripped of its hinges could be heard and an otherworldly shrieking noise echoed into the building.
The sound of the auditorium doors being ripped of their hinges could be heard. Kenneth Dalby and Tom Paris were confronted by two very large humanoids with massive bellies, and huge arms ripping the door off its hinges.
“Correct me if I’m wrong, Mr. Paris, but those creatures look like their a subspecies of that other alien species you guys found on the Vaadwaur ship, right?” Dalby said.
“Yeah. Why?” Paris replied.
“Good bet they’re not friendly either!” Dalby replied.
Approximately two seconds after Dalby said that he jumped to the floor and took Tom down with him. He felt the whoosh of air moving, rapidly, of the bottom of pincers scraping over his outer shirt. The creature flew out of the auditorium with its raking claws decapitating both large bodied Heartless, sending spurts of jet black blood into the air.
The report of a gun going off could be heard as a slug narrowly missed hitting Paris in the chest. Match fired his gun at the two Starfleet personnel he encountered and both of them let fly with their phasers.
“GAACKK!!!” Dalby shouted as a spindly gray tentacle-like arm curled around his neck.
Paris spun around as he saw the spindly creature with no visible eyes and a massive mouth attacking Dalby. He fired his phaser and the blast sent the creature limp.
“Let’s get out of here.” Dalby said.
“With that monster from the teleporter on the loose Biff and his goons are sure to be distracted.” Paris said, “Let’s link up with Kano at the Infirmary.”
“Paris to Kano, we’re on our way to your position. Be advised there’s something big and nasty on the loose...” Paris began.
“If you’re talking about that huge wanker with wings.” Henry replied, “Then I’ve already seen it.”
Up Next: The group manages to defeat the attack by Biff and Armus. Celes recovers. And Telfer makes more discoveries about the nature of the mysterious foes that have aligned themselves with Armus and Biff.
|June 30 2010, 05:56 AM||#44|
Location: San Diego
Re: Star Trek: Voyager - Dark Realm
And yes, in honor of that great TNG episode, you're "lower deck" segment was very well done. You really have the dialog element down here, and I really liked how they seemed like normal people. Harry has never been one of my favorite characters, but I like him here...
And the dialog during the match was well done as well. I liked how all the characters were treated with a three-dimensional element. In my own writing I struggle there, but you have it down real good here...
|July 3 2010, 04:44 AM||#45|
Re: Star Trek: Voyager - Dark Realm
I've got a mild case of writer's block with this tale and should be back to it in a short while. The InGen Conspiracy fic has got my
muse pretty much tied down for the time being...
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