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Frank Grayson's ENTERPRISE

Re: Frank Grayson's ENTERPRISE--Blackhawk Taxi

You double-posted, Scorpio.

Yeah..I posted it and the screen froze for a while...so I clicked submit again...and then when I came back I saw that there were two. I hate when that happens. But it doesn't seem to happen as much as it used to happen...

Rob
Scorpio
 
Re: Frank Grayson's ENTERPRISE--Blackhawk Taxi

FRANK GRAYSON
USS ENTERPRISE

The next part of the story will jump ahead three months. Most of Frank's crew, including their families and friends, will be aboard the legendary USS ENTERPRISE. We will meet the rest of his command crew in the next one or two parts and then the first real mission will begin.

A final selection of what uniform will be worn will be decided by frank (really the companion poll in the FAN FIC section)....but as the Cloaking Device starts to give out, and the need for new Dilithium Crystals grow, Frank and his very raw crew will have to bond real quickly to solve these new problems..And Frank will make the most important decision of all...Does he let Earth know the truth of the existence of a real USS ENTERPRISE....YES!

Plus...somewhere out in deep space is a fully manned Romulan War Bird (TOS era). Can Frank and his crew get it together before that eventual confrontation??? Oh, and did I forget to mention the Romulan prisoner being held in the Enterprise's brig??? Uhh huh...you know it!!! Can you feel the danger already???

AND THEN...Narrenson and Liu Fong are also still up to no good. And with two moles aboard the ship, only danger can come from it..and confrontation. The Enterprise will have to go up against a very real threat..THE SERVER. What strange technology is The Server? What powers it?? All will be revealed!!



Stay tuned for more of FRANK GRAYSON/USS ENTERPRISE

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Frank Grayson USS ENTERPRISE--The Crew

FRANK GRAYSON
USS ENTERPRISE

THE CREW!!!

Here are the main crew members of our story; FRANK GRAYSON/USS ENTERPRISE.
(click on the UNDERLINED names to see who I would pick to star as these characters)

Frank Grayson-Captain
His mind has created a real-life replica of the USS ENTERPRISE. It is fully functional, and he knows that there are governments on Earth that will stop at nothing to possess it.

Mark Grayson 1st Officer, XO
Mark Grayson is Frank’s older brother. He is a life-long bachelor whose NASCAR career was cut short by a freakish accident. After nearly dieing he gave up the sport and teaches Physical Education at a local Junior High-school in San Diego California

Hank Morton Chief Engineer, third in Chain of Command
Hank Morton is a retired Air Force Colonel. He once tried to destroy the Enterprise, now he serves as Chief Engineer aboard her. His knowledge of restoring cars, air planes, and fictional Star Trek manuals, is the backbone of his credentials.

Mike Kuibicki-Chief of Security
Mike has been a life long friend of both Frank and Mark Grayson. He served for twelve years in the Unites States Marines and made two tours of duty to the Iraq-Afghanistan theatre. Base security specialist, and highly trained on several weapons and physical self-defense techniques. Has an affinity for martial-arts, and has several visible oriental tattoos on his arms. Also collects swords and Star Wars props as a hobby.

Leonard Jackson-Operations Specialist
Served with Colonel Hank Morton, and just like the colonel, found that his life was in jeopardy due to his knowledge of the real Enterprise. He is a big time Star Trek fan, a closet-nerd. Just like Hank, he owes his life to Frank Grayson and thus his loyalty. His knowledge of computer systems make him a valuable asset.

Hyato Tashigawa-Science Officer
Eccentric Theoretical Physicist, and close personal friend of Stephen Hawkin. He has very little knowledge of Star Trek or the TV show’s pseudo science. Though he is a scientist, he still holds to many early Shinto beliefs and customs. Many find his mannerisms strange, and different. He is definitely and outsider looking in.

Reymia Diaz-Counselor
Current girl friend Mark Grayson, Frank’s older brother. She had been Mark’s therapist for many years following his NASCAR accident and subsequent bouts of alcoholism. She saw him through all of it, and fell in love with him. Their relationship has had its rocky time, but they love each other. She and Frank shared the same goal; to keep Mark on the straight and narrow. Frank’s son, Austin, also has a crush on the very beautiful Latino woman.

Rayana Jackson-Communications (the spelling of her name, in other parts of the story, has been inconsistent between Rayana and Ryana…Rayana is the proper spelling)
She is Lenoard Jackson’s wife. She can speak four other languages fluently and can even sign. She was also a fan of the old STAR TREK show and finds it to be an honor serving as communications officer. She also has secret that she keeps from her husband Leonard; their daughter, despite what he believes, is still alive. The daughter is held as leverage by Liu Fong, a Chinese agent, over Rayana. He has promised to release the young girl, and cure her of disease, if Rayana does as she is told.


(Earlier photos have Reymia as Communications and Rayana as counselor. In true STAR TREK tradition (Troi-Yar), I have switched their roles. I will update the crew photo once I have the chance!!!)

Edwin Inglehopper-Medical Officer
He has lived across the street from Frank Grayson for ten years. Although never close as friends, Edwin has been Frank’s family doctor for most of those years. Edwin’s daughter has had a crush on Frank’s son ever since the two have been in elementary school. Edwin is a by the book kind of guy. His bedside manner is not one of this strong suits.

SEE A GROUP PHOTE HERE>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>Engage


Coming next
FRANK GRAYSON/USS ENTERPRISE
The crew comes together!
and...the world finds out!
 
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Frank Grayson USS ENTERPRISE--Your Move; Grayon

FRANK GRAYSON
USS ENTERPRISE

#5
Your Move; Grayson

Featuring
The Entire Command crew of the USS ENTERPRISE


Also featuring
Austin Grayson
Romulan Centurion T’var

and
Romulan commander N’vraln


USS ENTERPRISE

The USS ENTERPRISE was on the far side of the moon. No longer able to cloak, due to the Cloaking Device finally giving out, Frank decided to take up Narrenson’ advice and ‘hide’ the ship from view on the other side of the moon. It didn’t take long for the sensors of the Enterprise to detect a top-secret laser station on the surface of the far side of the moon. Narrenson, who Frank later contacted, feigned knowing anything about the laser-base, but Frank knew better. So, not wanting to be targeted by the laser, Frank kept the ship far out of target range.

Frank Grayson entered the main briefing room. It was the first time his hand picked senior crew were all together in the same room at the same time. And, as Frank requested, they were all dressed in the appropriate uniform (DS9 grey/black) and rank. The rank of command was devised by Chief-Engineer, Commander Hank Morton. Morton’s lengthy military service had come in handy several times over the past three months, and had drawn up the command structure. Frank was very happy to have the cranky old man on his ship. Morton brought experience and the gruffness his crew desperately needed.

Mark Grayson, Frank’s older brother, had spent the last two months learning most of the ships system. The former NASCAR driver got along real well with Hank Morton. They both had an affinity for cars, especially Fords. Both Mark and Hank became fast experts on the fictional, but now real, Starship Engine technology. But it was also Mark’s job to make sure the other crew members were staying on task.

As the doors to the briefing room closed behind Frank, the rest of the crew took their seats. Frank sat at the head of the table. To his right sat his brother, First Officer Mark Grayson. To Mark’s right sat Lt. Reymia Diaz, she was the ships counselor, and current flame of Mark Grayson. To her right sat Ship’s doctor, Lt. Commander Inglehopper at the far right end of the table.

To Frank’s left sat Chief of Engineering, he was third in command, Commander Hank Morton. To his left sat Lt. Commander Leonard Jackson, ship’s operations manager. To his left sat Lt. Rayana Jackson, Leonard’s wife. And to Rayana’s left sat the most interesting person of the group; Science Officer Lt. Hyato Tashigawa.

“Well,” Frank to them all, “this is our first official command meeting. Most of you have been aboard the ship for nearly two months settling your families and friends in and things like that.” Frank said. “Thanks to Mr. Jackson here, we have all been able go through simulators on the various systems that run this ship. Commander Morton and his engineering crew have impressed us all with their ability to grasp this,” Frank smiled, “this fictional technology.”

“I think we need more training.” Doctor Inglehopper said quickly. “My medical crew is still pretty unsure of themselves.”

Reymia Diaz, the ship’s counselor, cut in. “That is to be expected Doctor,” She said to Inglehopper, “this technology, and the unknown stress we all face, will contribute to a lack of focus.”

“Not in engineering.” Hank said quickly. “It all comes down to motivational skills.” Morton said with a devious smile.

Diaz was about to counter Morton’s remark when Mark Grayson, the First-officer, cut her off.

“But the fact is we don’t have time for everyone to ease into this.” Mark said.

Frank liked the fact that Mark had no problem crossing swords with his own girlfriend, Reymia.

“You’re right,” Frank said to Mark, “we don’t have time to take it easy.” He looked to Morton, who sat directly across from Mark. “If I read your numbers right, we have a month of power left.”

Morton nodded his head. “If we don’t find a source of Dilithium Crystals, and fast, we’re not going to able to do anything.”

“What about that Mr. Tashigawa?” Frank asked the eclectic science officer.

Tashigawa sat at the far end of the table. Unlike the other men who wore the standard male uniform, Tashigawa had altered his. He wore the standard shirt, but had changed the slacks into a kilt. His long black beard accented the age of wisdom in his face, and the pony tail that held back his long hair made him look stoic. Frank loved to play the game Dead or Alive once upon a time, and was surprised at how much Tashigawa looked like an older Mitsurugi. For the one person of the command crew who had limited exposure to Star Trek, Tashigawa seemed the most like a character from the show. Frank Grayson had to smile at that thought.

“The ships sensors have seemingly found, what appears to be, a large cache of crystals at deep points of the Earth’s mantle.” Tashigawa said. His Japanese accent also seemed to add to the older man’s aurora. “How a ship’s sensors, created out of a person’s imagination, could find such a mineral, I am at a loss. But it does pose an interesting theory.”

“Which is?” Frank asked.

Tashigawa. Continued, “If there is untapped energy source at those depths, it is feasible that Earth science may one day discover it. It could be a replacement to fossil fuels; indeed it could ease the stress that fossil fuels put on our ecology.”

“Isn’t that a good thing?” Leonard Jackson asked.

“Yes,” Mark Grayson chimed in, “If you believe that global warming crap. But right now there is no way for us to get to the crystals, if they’re really there. We’d have to use the phasers to get to them, and even that is not a guarantee.”

Security-helm officer, Mike Kuibicki, had an idea. “While I was on duty in Afghanistan we found caves in those mountains that went to depths we never could have dreamed of. Maybe there are caves that lead down that far.”

“That’s an interesting idea,” Frank said, “but we don’t have time to explore avenues to those depths. I believe you have an alternative option for us to discuss Mr. Tashigawa?”

“Yes I do,” Tashigawa said. “The Oort Cloud may contain the type of bodies that have the kind crystals we need, and may prove to be far more accessible.”

“Where is this Oort Cloud?” Rayana Jackson asked.

Frank liked how the members of his command crew were getting comfortable enough with each other to exchange views.

“The Oort-Cloud is approximately one light year from Earth. Beyond it lies interstellar space.” Tashigawa stated flatly.

“Did you say one light year away?” Kuibicki asked with a tone of his voice expressing a ring of doubt. “I say we explore the caves.”

“No,” Morton said with his gruffy voice. “This ship could make it cross that distance in, oh, just over a day at Warp-7.”

“Ummm,” Doctor Inglehopper said with a deep sigh, “this ship hasn’t even been tested at Warp Drive. What if we blow up the ship even trying to reach that speed?”

Mark Grayson answered for his brother Frank. “We all knew what we were getting into when we each agreed to come up here. If you want to back out now, Doctor, then please do so.”

They all looked to Inglehopper. The Doctor shook his head. “You’re right.” Inglehopper finally said, and then he looked to Morton, “I hope your crew is a good as you say they are.”

They all then looked to the Captain. They had the perimeters to their first mission; a voyage to the far off Oort-cloud in search of Dilithium Crystals. Frank nodded his head in agreement with the Doctor. “Let’s do it.” Frank said with a determined look in his face.

“Okay,” Mark said, “everyone get to their stations. This ship is about to go fully operational!” The excitement level in his voice was obvious to all.

With that over and said, the command crew left their chairs and headed for their posts. Doctor Inglehopper walked over to Frank.

“You’re taking a big gamble Captain,” Inglehopper said, “but we’re all with you.” The Doctor patted Frank on the shoulder, and then headed for sickbay.

Frank smiled. He took one last look at the vacated briefing room table, and then followed his Security-helm officer, Mike Kuibicki out the door, and to the bridge.

--
In the far reaches of space, another Star Trek vessel had already found a useable energy source. Before leaving Romulas, before all this had happened, the Bird of Prey had been outfitted with an experimental artificial quantum singularity power source. In the years and decades to come it was predicted that most Romulan Starships would be so equipped. This Bird of Prey was the second ship to use the new power source.

The science section had been able contain the highly poweful energy source, but not with out tragedy. A small test structure was built on a near by world. The first team used theorums provided by the science department, but the team had been lost when the first attemtp to contain the energy source resulted in the destruction of the planet. A second attempt proved to be more fruitful, at once they had stablized the singularity it took nearly four months to install the new power source and accompanying programs and containment fields.

Now with the energy that powerd the vessel no longer an issue, and a new refined way to replace it if needed, Romulan Commander N’vraln ordered his top minds to make some sense out of what little space they had mapped. He also wanted to know three questions; Where was Romulas? Where was Earth? And, most of all, where was Captain Kirk?

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USS ENTERPRISE
Time until departure for Oort-Cloud
Twenty minutes


Austin Grayson, Frank’s son, sat on a chair outside the energy barrier that kept T’var, the Romulan centurion they had found on board the Enterprise, a prisoner. T’var was seated on a chair just on the other side of the energy barrier as well. A table was set up between the two of them with a Three Dimensional Chess Board. In the months they had known each other, Austin and T’var had become, while not the best of friends, amicable acquaintances. Austin held a remote control device that moved his pieces on the other side of the energy barrier.

Austin was studying the board, preparing for his next move. T’var, as he always did, studied the young human’s moves. T’var had taught Austin the game, and was quite impressed with the boy’s ability to adapt to the game.

“You have improved a great deal, Austin Grayson.” T’var said to Austin. He noticed the flashing yellow alert light on the nearby wall. “Your father still plans to test this ship at warp speed?”

“Sounds scary, I know.” Austin said as he moved a chess piece to its new position.

The Romulan, during his months of captivity, had pretty much deduced what had brought him here. The Enterprise was a manifestation of Frank’s mind. In this reality there was an entertainment program called Star Trek. And although T’var was real, and had memories, and even though the Enterprise herself was real, both he and the ship were facsimiles of fictional depictions. But, even so, T’var had a duty. He had to find away to get a signal to his commander, N’vraln.

The crew of the Enterprise was not comprised of Starfleet’s best trained officers and crew. There was no Captain Kirk, or his famed Vulcan first officer. Instead, it was comprised of ordinary humans with no extraordinary abilities. If he had to, T’var would kill them all to perform his duty; though he might let Austin live. T’var genuinely liked the younger Grayson.

“I remember the first time I experienced faster than warp travel.” T’var said as he too moved a chess piece to counter Austin’s last move. “I got ill. My father was not impressed.”

Austin smiled. “I can’t imagine you throwing up, T’var.”

The Romulan actually smiled. “I did; all over my father.”

Austin contemplated their situations. “T’var, if you were to escape from this cell, what would you do?”

T’var shook his head. “I’d rather not talk about that, young Austin.” T’var said. “But this I will tell you; I am a soldier, and I have a duty.”

Austin nodded his head. “At least you’re honest, T’var.” Austin said. Then Austin moved a chess piece. “And oh,” Austin said with a smirk on his face, “checkmate.”

The Romulan nodded his head in agreement. Though, in actuality, he had let the boy win. “That was a very good game, young Austin.” T’var said to Austin. “I believe I will make a Romulan out of you yet.”

T’var picked up the Chessboard and set it over on the other table. Then he reached for another board game. It was actually a Role Playing game that Austin had taught the Romulan. It was called Dungeons and Dragons.--


Continued
FRANK GRAYSON /ENTERPRISE
 
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Re: Frank Grayson USS ENTERPRISE--Your Move; Grayon

I almost wish you hadn't rushed the story ahead-it might have been cool to see how Frank convinced people to join his crew. Also-that seems like a long time to reach the Oort Cloud at Warp 7...
Oh, and it's parameters, not perimeters. Mission parameters..... I also didn't get the thing with the Romulans-earlyier you had the Commander worrying about dilithium and now they have a singularity drive-"the second". Did they have it when they came "here"? and if so, that would be a tiny black hole(if I remember my Romulan lore) and wouldn't need dilithium...(Today is my day to nitpick, sorry:))
 
Re: Frank Grayson USS ENTERPRISE--Your Move; Grayon

I almost wish you hadn't rushed the story ahead-it might have been cool to see how Frank convinced people to join his crew. Also-that seems like a long time to reach the Oort Cloud at Warp 7...
Oh, and it's parameters, not perimeters. Mission parameters..... I also didn't get the thing with the Romulans-earlyier you had the Commander worrying about dilithium and now they have a singularity drive-"the second". Did they have it when they came "here"? and if so, that would be a tiny black hole(if I remember my Romulan lore) and wouldn't need dilithium...(Today is my day to nitpick, sorry:))

yes you are!!

I moved the story ahead because it would have taken much time to just get everyone on board. Morton alone took four parts. But I will flesh out how they came aboard when I deal with their characters as the story goes on.

The Romulan Ship posed the greater problem. I am only going by what I saw on TV shows (and not Enterprise, since I didn't watch all of that show), and from what I recalled, the Bird of Prey in Balance of Terror didn't have warp drive. I may be wrong, but thats how I remembered it. It had simple impulse power. Perhaps a form of Warp Drive was also being toyed with this particular ship, since N'vraln mentioned Crystals earlier. But we will find out later on that finding Dilithium Crystals isn't as easy as it seems. I know that later Romulan ships, TNG era, are powered by singularities. This ship was probably a prototype.

Who knows, maybe our own crew will have to come up with a new idea if Cystals are not easilly found. But they better hurry up. That Romulan Vessel is going to find Earth...very soon.

That is the hardest part of this story. Trying to combine TREK's fictional science with what we really know. Heck, even finding a valid Warp Field Distance chart was hard enough!!!

And another interesting part, which I can't go into here, is Narrensons statement that this wasn't the first time that this (Frank's creating the USS ENTERPRISE) had happened. In fact, he seems to be speaking of The Server as being the other time it had happened. That too will be intersting to explore down the line. Whew!!!

I will definately use the MONTHLY CHALLENGES to flesh out how these characters came aboard the ship by the way.

The Oort-cloud is about 1.2-1.3 light years away. I am using a warp chart I found on the web. But it is clear that not everyone agrees on what a true warp-speed conversion chart should be since I found five different ones. I would provide a link to the one I am using, but I am not sure if I should. They might get mad that I am using it in a story.

Rob
 
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Re: Frank Grayson USS ENTERPRISE--Your Move; Grayon

Yeah, I got you. I seem to remember reading about warp factors and how they compound the speed of light in The magazine Best Of Trek. I forget what the factors were but I think you could get to the Oort cloud in no time flat at warp one. Warp seven would probably have you orbiting Vulcan in less than a day and that's like 40 light years away(I think). But, hey, you use what you got. Did you check Memory Alpha or Memory Beta for info on warp?

I like your explanation of the Roms ship-you might want to weave part of it into the story for clarity. And I understand re character background thing-makes sense.
 
Re: Frank Grayson USS ENTERPRISE--Your Move; Grayon

Yeah, I got you. I seem to remember reading about warp factors and how they compound the speed of light in The magazine Best Of Trek. I forget what the factors were but I think you could get to the Oort cloud in no time flat at warp one. Warp seven would probably have you orbiting Vulcan in less than a day and that's like 40 light years away(I think). But, hey, you use what you got. Did you check Memory Alpha or Memory Beta for info on warp?

I like your explanation of the Roms ship-you might want to weave part of it into the story for clarity. And I understand re character background thing-makes sense.

Here is the link to the Warp Chart I am using...I am not sure if it is widely accepted.. According to the chart I could have had them go warp nine and gotten there faster. But I am going to have them take a day there and a day back so they can have a short shake down cruise..

According to what I have read the out edge of the Oort Cloud is 1/4 distance to the next star...so according to this chart it would take 3 days to get there, to the next star...welll, since Oort-cloud is 25% of that distance I just factored it down....

This chart I am using is from TNG era, and I know there is some disconnect from TOS to TNG. So i am just going to use the TNG era warp chart..I also found an online Warp Speed calculator. Just go to GOOGLE and google for a Warp speed calculater..pretty cool..

Here is the link to the chart I am using...CHART

and the WARP CALCULATOR

Rob
 
Re: Frank Grayson USS ENTERPRISE--Your Move; Grayon

Cool chart-why don't you put it in the permanent reference thread at the top of the forum?
 
Re: Frank Grayson USS ENTERPRISE--Your Move; Grayon

Cool chart-why don't you put it in the permanent reference thread at the top of the forum?

I am not sure how that works..are we supposed to get permission from that site first?

Rob
Scorpio

Is it a pay service site? if not-we aren't publishing it in a money-making format-it would just be a reference link.
 
Frank Grayson USS ENTERPRISE--Raise the Curtain

FRANK GRAYSON
USS ENTERPRISE


#6

Raise The Curtain


Featuring
The Crew of FRANK GRAYSON ENTERPRISE

With
Narrenson

Cameos by
William Shatner
James Spader

Stephen Hawking
Liu Fong
Eli Manning
Peyton Manning

Simon Cowell
Paula Abdul

Shawana Jackson


(FLASHBACK BEGINS)

Frank walked with his older brother, Mark, along the shoreline of Mission Beach. Their parents had died nearly ten years earlier. Their parents had lived in a house that was right up against the boardwalk. Though they no longer owned it, they liked to come down to the beach and walk along the shore, as they had done countless times before as children. Both Frank and Mark didn’t have the ability to move into the house, so they had sold it and split the profit years ago. But there were memories on the beach. Memories they still carried of better times.

Moments earlier they had just beamed down from the Enterprise. Frank had taught Austin the basics of running the Transporter machine, and the young man did a great job beaming his father and uncle down.

“So,” Mark said, “you want me to come up there and be your first officer. Don’t you think that Morton would be the better choice?”

“I trust you more than anyone else in this world, Mark,” Frank said, seeing the look of disbelief on his older brother’s face. “Yes, I trust you even though you broke my nose back then.”

“You got what you deserved, jack ass.” Mark added.

“Yeah, I guess I did.” Frank said with a slight smile.

Mark shook his head. “Two hours ago I just got done fucking Reymia on the hood of my car in the garage, had a beer, and was watching the Padre game when, next, I found myself on your ship up there.”

“Isn’t it incredible?” Frank asked.

Mark smiled, “Fucking Reymia? Yeah, she’s hot. She does this thing with her tongue...” Mark stopped from going any further. The two brothers laughed. “Yeah, I know what you mean little Brother. I still can’t understand any of it, this Enterprise stuff. So you really want me to come up there and help you put together a crew of real people to run that thing. Why? What are you planning on doing up there?”

Frank listened as the waves were breaking softly, and nearly coming up to where the two barefoot brothers walked.

“Mark, I really think this ship could make a difference. We could put a dent in world hunger, stop countries from fighting. We could..”

Mark cut him off. “No, you can’t do those kinds of things Frank.” Mark said to him.

“What do you mean? You used to be the radical of the family. Save the whales, stop hunger, cure cancer.” Frank said.

Mark nodded. “I know. But if you start solving the world’s problems then you risk making the rest of mankind less ambitious. You could actually retard the world’s evolution with something like that. Do good things here and there? Sure. But the kind of changes you are talking about take ideas, not starships.”

“Whoa,” Frank said, “that sounded a lot like something Picard would have said.”

Mark nodded. “Yeah, did you catch the slight English accent I threw in?” Mark stopped walking and turned to face his younger brother. “If I come up there to be your first officer, then I want to also be some kind of, well, devil’s advocate. If you promise to listen to your older brother now and then, I will go with you.”

Frank hugged his brother, and then stood back. “Dad would be amazed seeing us getting along like this. How many times did he thump you for beating me up?”

“He actually encouraged it sometimes.” Mark said.

Frank reached out his hand, and Mark shook it. “I will never stop listening to my older,” Frank paused, “brother.”

--
As the two brothers walked further down the shoreline, two other people watched the two brothers; Narrenson and Mike Kuibicki.

“Have they made contact with you yet?” Narrenson asked Kuibicki.

“No, they haven’t; yet.” Kuibicki replied. “But I’m sure they will. We all grew up together.”

Narrenson nodded. “Yes, I know. I have the complete story of Frank Grayson’s life. And I know, as you do too, that he, or Mark, will come to you to join them. But I also have a complete story about you as well.” Narrenson said to Kuibicki.

“So you know what happened in Afghanistan?” Kuibicki asked.

Narrenson didn’t have to respond, they both knew that he did. “That is apart of it, for sure.” Narrenson said. “But Frank’s brother was once an anti-war activist. He has Frank’s ear, and trust. I fear they may use the power of that ship in ways not best for this country. My job, if I haven’t stated it well enough yet to you, is to protect our country at all cost. You also share that same belief; your country comes first. Can I count on you Mr. Kuibicki to make sure that you country comes first, up there, as well?”

Kuibicki nodded his head in agreement.

Narrenson and Kuibicki talked more about what was expected of Kuibicki. The former military man felt like he was betraying Frank, and, in essence he was. But he Mike Kuibicki agreed with Narrenson. And making sure Frank didn’t fall under Mark’s liberal views was a paramount concern for all.

END FLASH BACK)

Frank Grayson was sitting in the command chair. The moment had come quickly. The crew and the passengers of the Enterprise, were prepared to experience their first attempt at traveling faster than the speed of light. Mr. Tashiqawa was peering down into the science station’s viewer. Frank stood up and walked over to the science station. He observed Tashigawa then he asked softly;

“Do you think this is wise Mr. Tashigawa? Attempting to use the warp engines with out making sure they even work at all?” Frank asked his much older, and much wiser, science officer. Tashigawa stood up from the visor.

Tashigawa motioned to the flurry of blinking buttons and switches before him. “I admit that I am no expert with this Star Trek.” Tashigawa said to Frank. “And yet, here I am, here we all are, standing aboard this ship with this marvelous technology. I have had my molecules taken apart and reassembled as if it were no important fete; and yet it was. How any of this works, Captain Grayson, is beyond explanation. But, so far, it has all worked as your mind thought it would.”

Frank nodded. “We could all be killed if my mind is wrong about faster than light travel.”

Mark Grayson, who had been speaking with Rayana Jackson at the communications station, came over to Frank and Mr. Tashigawa. Mark put his hand on his younger brother’s shoulder.

“Don’t do this Frank.” Mark said to his younger brother. “None of use would be here ready to do this thing, if we didn’t have faith it would work. I can’t stand that show and yet, here I am.”

“You not like Captain Kirk?” Tashigawa asked. “I know very little of Star Trek but even I know of Captain Kirk.”

Mark smiled at Tashigawa. “Kirk was womanizing fool who loved to drink and ride horses and play poker.” Mark thought for a moment. “Hey, that sounds a lot like me.”

Frank chuckled. “Yeah, so shut up.” Frank said to his older brother with a smile.

Mark continued. “My point is, Frank, don’t second guess your nature. You loved the show when you were a kid, and I know you still do. God, or Vishnu, or whatever, has given you this miracle. Don’t let your fear hold you back.”

Rayana s spoke to them from her post. “Captain,” she said, “Mr. Morton has just given the all clear signal.”

Frank left the science station and headed back to the command chair. He pressed a button on his chair and spoke down to the com unit on the arm.

“Mr. Morton, I assume you are ready?” Frank asked.

Morton’s gruff voice replied. “We are ready Captain. Just give the word.” Morton even mocked a Scottish accent with those last four words.

Frank looked to the helm and navigation stations. Mike Kuibicki, who was chief of security, was also the main-helmsmen. To his right, sitting at Navigation, sat another man named Martin Ludlow. He was someone’s friend or family member, Frank couldn’t recall whom. In fact, along with the nine senior staff members, there was 325 other people aboard. All of them were in someway related to or connected to one of the senior staff. And they weren’t all just sight-seers. Mark Grayson, the XO, saw to it that everyone had something to do, even the older children.

Kuibicki looked back to Frank. “All systems go Captain, warp speed is available.” He looked over to Martin who nodded, “course plotted to the Oort Cloud.”

“Very good,” Frank said. He looked back to Rayana at the communications station. “Mrs. Jackson, put me on the ship-wide.”

Rayana, who had learned her post quite well, nodded to Frank. “Go ahead.” She said to him.

Frank’s voice echoed through the ship as he spoke. “Ladies and Gentlemen,” Frank said to them all, “this is the moment we have been headed for since we all came aboard the Enterprise over the past couple months. I am sure most of us have seen Star Trek, or Star Wars, or any of the other space shows they have on TV. We all know that traveling the speed of light, or faster, is something they seem to do all the time on those shows.” Frank said. “But real science,” he looked back at Tashigawa as he said that, “tells us it can not be done. There are those of you who might be tepid at best,” (In sick bay, Dr. Inglehopper, with his wife and daughter next to him, nodded at the use of the word tepid) “even scared.” (Austin nodded with that statement as T’var rolled the Dungeons and Dragons dice). “But we all knew it was something we were going to do. Well, that time is now. Prepare for warp speed; and may God have mercy on our souls.”

Frank nodded to Rayana who discontinued the signal. Then Frank surprised everyone with his next command to Rayana. He pivoted his chair to face her.

“Are you ready for what I asked of you earlier?” Frank asked.

She nodded. “Yes sir. I believe I can do it. And yes,” she added, “the Universal Translator is fully operational as well.”

Mark came over to his younger brother. “What are doing?” He asked.

Frank nodded one more time to Rayana. She nodded back. Frank stood up and faced the screen. The Earth was to the stern of the Enterprise, but its image was still on the screen.

“People of the Earth, my name is Frank Grayson. As I speak now my voice is being carried through-out the world via every media form possible.” Frank said finally.

At that moment the rest of the bridge crew turned to face Frank, surprised at what he had chosen to do.

--

Instantly, all around Earth, the signal from the Enterprise cut in on every broadcasted channel, and penetrated every digitalize signal as well. Every radio, every television, every signal on the Earth was now tuned to what Frank said. Those who had TVs, or computer monitors, could see the image of Frank Grayson as he stood on the bridge of the Uss Enterprise.

William Shatner, who had been aboard the ship months earlier, stood with James Spader on the set of Boston Legal as everyone stopped what they were doing to witness the momentous event. They were joined by Candice Bergman and guest stars Tom Selleck and Scott Bakula. Bakula and Shatner exchanged quizzical glances. Shatner mouthed the words “I’ve been there” to his fellow former Star Trek star.

Stephen Hawking watched from his private apartment in England as the signal started as well. He was very proud and envious of his good friend Hyato Tashigawa, who was standing at what would have been Spock’s station on the show.

Deep underground, in The Server room, Narrenson watched as well.

Somewhere in China, in a secret building, Liu Fong was busy playing checkers with Leonard and Rayana’s daughter, Shywana Jackson. He too could see the event on the television mounted on the wall. He watched intently in total disbelief at what he saw. The children around him, those who were old enough to understand, also listened and watched as well.

Even the giant screen at New York Giant/New England Patriot game projected the message. The game came to a stop as everyone watched the strange message. The two Manning brother stood together to hear what was being said by Frank.

And yes, even Simon Cowell, busy preparing for the next episode of American Idol, had to stop and watch the event unfolding on the screen. He tried to wake up Paula, but she was stone cold drunk.

Even on the XBOX360 server, two clans who were in the deep of battle on Call of Duty 4 were stopped from battle as the signal interrupted them as well.

“I know what I am about to say may sound too incredible to believe. But in the days and weeks to come, our world will look back on this day and hopefully see the crest of a new future.” Instantly a view of the Enterprise replaced the image of Frank Grayson. “This is not a TV show, nor some projection. I speak to you all on the bridge of a real USS ENTERPRISE. I have been asked by those who have been aware of the ship to keep it a secret from the rest of the world. I have been told that the rest of the world is not ready for something like this.” Frank’s image returned. “I have decided, after nearly five months of waiting, that the waiting is over. My name is Frank Grayson; Captain of the USS ENTERPRISE.”

The stunned people of the planet Earth could not believe what they had seen and heard. Most thought it was some college hoax. But in the days to come the US Government would admit to knowing of the ships existence. The stock markets would fluctuate. Some leaders of the world would denounce it as another American attempt to take over the world. Religious leaders would denounce it as well, with some religions accusing Frank to be the coming of the Anti-Christ. And for some they would believe Frank to be the second coming of Christ.

And some would continue their attempts to obtain the ship for their own selfish reasons. In that brief message Frank had hoped to change the world for the better. Only time would decide if he was naïve or wise.

“Why?” Mark asked his younger brother as the transmission ended.

Frank smiled. “Because Mark, I don’t want to hide anymore.” Frank said. “Maybe you were right, maybe it will slow down mankind’s ambition knowing we are up here. But I believe this is a good thing that I have done, and I want my older brother, not my first officer, but my older brother to tell me I was right.”

Mark thought for a moment. Then he nodded. “You got my vote, little brother.”

Frank looked to Mr. Kuibicki. “Mike,” Frank said, “take us to one quarter impulse power.”

The large Starship slipped into motion. It was aiming away from Earth. They had already gone beyond the furthest point any astronaut, or cosmonaut, had traveled. Now they were about to head to the edge of the solar system, more than a light year away. Frank watched as the stars slowly came toward the ship; it was time.

Frank looked over to Kuibicki, at the helm, “Mr. Kuibicki,” Frank said, “take us to Warp seven.”

Kuibicki flashed him a bright smile, and then turned to work the controls.

Mark came down, and stood by Frank’s side as he sat in the command chair. “How does it go?” Mark asked, “to ‘boldly go where no man has gone before.’”?

“Yeah, it went something like that.” Frank said with a smile.

The USS ENTERPRISE seemed to be going as slow as possible. Then, suddenly, with out any warning, the ship blurred into what best could be described as a rainbow. It was like a streaking rainbow that stretched into the Undiscovered Country; the future.

Continued

FRANK GRAYSON
USS ENTERPRISE
 
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Frank Grayson USS ENTERPRISE--Visions

FRANK GRAYSON
USS ENTERPRISE


#7

Visions

Featuring
The crew of FRANK GRAYSON’S ENTERPRISE


Also featuring
Jennifer Grayson

Introducing
Ernest Coe
Chief Seti’engui


The voyage to the outer layer of the Oort-Cloud had taken over a day. Frank was very impressed with the overnight crew that Mark had assembled in the past couple months. At first Frank was uneasy sleeping with strangers in control of the Enterprise. But he was also pleased not once was we wakened from sleep. Mark had promised he’d look in on the mid-check crew to make things had run smoothly. Apparently they had.

And being in his quarters, undisturbed, with his wife was even more rewarding. He opened his eyes to find his wife already awake, looking at him as he started to wake up. She was lying sideways, with her propped by her hand and arm.

“How does it feel,” She asked him softly. “ after a full night of sleep after some hot ass sex?”

He reached out and played with one of her exposed nipples, never tiring of that fetish of his. “Well,” Frank said, “having never enjoyed sex at faster that light speed…”

“Well, it wasn’t the first time for me, speedy.” She teased him. Frank has always been, well, quick.

“Gee, thanks,” Frank said as he rolled over and slipped out of bed, “can I help it if my wife turns me on like that?”

She made a somber look. “Well, looks like we’ll have to work on those stamina exercises again.” She said with a teasing smile as she too slipped out of bed and got dressed. “What is happening today?” She asked.

Frank slipped into the sonic shower. Sonic showers took getting use to, but they did the job. But he promised Jennifer he would get a real, two person bath installed at some point. As he showered in the nude, his silhouette was cast through the semi-see through shower door. Jennifer eyed his well endowed image as she brushed her teeth.

“Well,” Frank said, answering her question, “it would appear as if our ‘coming out’ party yesterday, or so, inspired NASA to send us a special request to change one of the Voyager's battery, and add a few programs. That’s why we picked up the Voyager probe on our way out here. Mark and Mr. Tashigawa thought it would be wise to keep it in a stasis field over night just to be sure it didn’t have any contamination before we made any of their modifications.”

“Why help them?” Jennifer asked as she secretly watched him wash his privates. Unknown to him she was just trying to make him shower even longer.

Frank continued. “Well, honey, this thing was launched way back in the 70s. We’re going to go ahead and give it ride out to where we are going, fit it with as much we can, and then send it into space past the outer Oort-Cloud. I know its nothing more than doing a pitstop on the thing, but it’s not as if we’re helping the military or anything like that.”

He reached up and turned off the sonic shower, and Jennifer frowned. But she was totally aroused. Frank stepped out of the shower, totally nude, and Jennifer surprised him by stepping up to him, kissing him on the lips. She let her fingers wander down his body.

“Ummm, Honey” Frank said, “I told Hank I would meet him in the shuttle-bay at 9am.” Frank said as his wife did her best with her fingers to arouse him.

“Well,” She said slyly, “that is still a half hour away. And as we learned last night, this will only take two minutes.” She said as she kissed him, and then slowly lowered her self to her knees as he propped himself against the shower door.

He was about to protest, but when his wife was aroused, there was no stopping her. Frank just closed his eyes and enjoyed it all.

--

Seven minutes later, after a five minute walk through corridors and Turbo-lifts, Frank arrived in the massive shuttle-bay. He had only been to this part of the ship one other time ever since coming aboard. The ship was equipped with a full compliment of shuttles, at least Frank thought. There were four of them in all. But the shuttle-bay was being used for another purpose on this day.

Voyager-1 had been brought aboard, after a request from NASA scientists. Hank Morton, who Frank found to be surprisingly efficient, had worked over night with the NASA scientists. With a few modifications, made overnight by Hank and his crew, with input from Tashigawa, the space probe was ready to be set on its way once the mission to find Dilithium had been completed.

Frank walked over to the area where the modifications had been made to the probe. Tashigawa was standing with Hank Morton. Horton was holding what looked like an old laser disc.

“What is that?” Frank asked the two men.

“This,” Tashigawa, “is a specially produced disc that was put inside the probe incase…”

Hank cut in, “Incase Klingons or Cardassians found it.” Hank said with a tone of disbelief in his voice.

“Do you want to tell him, or do you want me?” Tashigawa asked with a slight smile. It was clear the two men had found something more than a simple disc.

“Tell me what?” Frank asked.

Hank motioned for Frank to follow him to where the disc’s housing unit was. “What I am about to tell you I have not told our friends back at NASA.” Hank Morton said. “For one reason, I would rather tell them in person. One of managers we have been dealing with has a rack that I would like to see with my own eyes.” Hank said with devious smile. “But the other reason I thought was more of a Star Trek reason.”

“What do you mean?” Frank asked.

Tashigawa took over. “I have spent sometime watching this Star Trek television show. And I am quite fond of this Prime Directive of Mr. Roddenberry. I think what we have found may border on interfering with a planet’s evolution.”

Hank shook his head. “Typical elitist scientist crap, I am not surprised.” Hank said with a tone of disagreement. “Any way, what we’re trying to say is that we believe,” Hank said, he paused, and then continued, “we believe that at least twice after its original launch, but before we brought it aboard, someone has ejected this disc,” Then he motioned to Tashigawa, “And Mr. Tashigawa here believes we shouldn’t relay this information to NASA.”

“Yes Captain, I believe telling NASA would not be logical.” Tashigawa added.

Frank looked at the probe, then back to Morton. “How confident are you this has happened twice?” Frank asked.

“Very.” Morton responded softly.

Frank took a deep breath. This turn of events was unexpected. Not only did it imply that the Voyager probe had been intercepted at least twice since its 1977 launch; but it also implied that the Enterprise was not the only advanced spaceship in the solar system.

“We’ll set it on its way,” Frank said, “but before we let NASA know about this we should play it safe and go with Mr. Tashigawa’s suggestion of keeping it to our selves.”

“Speaking of which,” Hank said, “we are due at the outer Oort-cloud with in the hour. I need to get up to engineering to make sure the modifications to the phasers Mr. Tashigawa asked for have been done.”

“What modifications?” Frank asked.

Tashigawa watched as Morton slid the disc back into the probe. Then Tashigawa answered Frank. “We are not sure what effect phaser energy will have on this new element. The Sensors show, as I suspected, that many of the large objects in the cloud have the unique substance. But if we’re not careful, we might cause some kind of massive explosion that might hurl large comets toward the inner solar system.”

“And so,” Hank Morton said as he finished reinstalling the disc, “we are altering the one of the forward phasers to emit a tighter beam.” Morton said. “But I have a suggestion.”

“Go ahead.” Frank said

“Mr. Kuibicki actually came up with the idea,” Morton said as they watched some of the other men adding the programs and other new modifications to the probe. Luckily all of them had computer skills, and Leonard Jackson was busy advising them the entire way. “He suggested that we use the tractor-beam, drag one of the comets further into space, and then try to extract the Dilithium.”

Frank nodded. “That’s actually a pretty good idea. Mr. Jackson?” Frank said to Leonard as Leonard was supervising the work on Voyager. Leonard walked over.

“Yes sir,” Leonard said, “I think it would be safer this way.”

Frank agreed. “Once you’re done here, go ahead and plot a course for us beyond the Cloud.” Then he turned to Morton. “Do you think you can manage the tractor-beam? They always seemed to be iffy on star trek.”

Hank Morton nodded. “Oh, at first it may be touch and go,” Hank said, “but I’m sure we could tow one of them outside the cloud and then do what we have to do.”

“Very well,” Frank said. “Go ahead and finish up with Voyager and then let’s get this started.”

They all nodded in agreement. Frank turned around and headed for the exit. Although he hadn’t planned on leaving the solar system, it seemed they were going to anyway.

He walked through a couple corridors and then entered a Turbo-lift. He headed for the Olympic size swimming pool that was not far from the shuttle-bay. His son Austin had convinced Frank to let security take T’var, their Romulan prisoner, to the pool for a swim, while under the watchful eye of security.

Frank had been really busy in the past month and hadn’t visited T’var at all. It was time to see how the Romulan was holding up after becoming a ‘real’ being just only a few months back.
--

AUGUST 17, 1869
Sante Fe New Mexico

The Calhoun Saloon
Location; Main-street


Two men sat in the corner of the combination brothel/saloon. They were finishing up their conversation.

One of the men was a messenger. His name was Orvin Kiley. The other man was a man who had once been a scout for the U.S. Army. His name was Ernest Coe. The name Ernest Coe struck fear into anyone who crossed his path. He was known for being a hired scout, and for scalping both the white-man and the natives Americans if need be. He was a real mean son-of-a-bitch.

“Then I can tell my employer,” Orvin said, “that we have a deal.” As he spoke, Orvin slid a brief case across the table, over to Ernest Coe.

Coe opened the case, and saw that it was filled with money, then closed it. “I won’t bother counting it.” Coe said. “But, yes, tell your employer we have a deal.”

Orvin nodded once and headed for the exit.

Coe took the case, stood up, and walked up to the room he had been staying in for the past few days while waiting for Orvin to arrive. The women who worked at the brothel knew not to approach him. Coe kept to himself, and was quite uninterested in female companionship; for now. A few of the girls knew he had very strong desires and turn-ons. But nothing turned on Coe more than money; and he was about to make a life’s fortune.

Coe knew that finding what he had been paid to find would cost many Native American lives. But there was no other way around it. Having the blood of a few braves on his hand was more than worth it. A million dollars in 1869 was a fortune that no one could say no to.

He would get one more good night of rest, and then head out into the desert to find it. The client had spent a lot of money to solve a great mystery. Coe didn’t care what the ramifications were, or what they meant in some metaphysical context. A million dollars spoke to his heart more.

--
Meanwhile; Some where out in the desert of the southwest.

Chief Seti’engui waited for death. He rode his horse to a rim of cliffs, just as his own father had done decades earlier. He had passed the reigns of the tribe over to his son, and then left his tribe to face the calling of the wind. And yet his vision quests told him that there was more to come from his death than his bones decaying into dust. Seti-engui knew why the vision quests told him this. He had the power of the Gods. And it was time for that to end; forever.

CONTINUE
 
Frank Grayson USS ENTERPRISE--Rivers of the Wind

FRANK GRAYSON
USS ENTERPRISE


#8

Rivers of the Wind

Featuring
Ernest Coe
Chief Seti’engui

Sept 28, 1869


After hiring twelve riders, Ernest Coe and his small group of men headed out into the hot desert of Sante Fe. It took the better part of three weeks for Ernest to pick up tracks, and another week to close in on the foothills where a cluster of Apaches de Nabaju called home. Under the pretext of a badge, and being ranchers who promised cattle to feed the Indians, Ernest and his men were able to ride into the heart of the Nabaju tribe unchallenged. So desperate were this starving Nabaju tribe for food, they had let themselves become deceived by Ernest Coe and his men.

Finally, on the second of riding with the tribe, Coe and his men let their true intentions be known. They had come to find the tribes most senior Chief; Seti’engui. Plus, as an incentive to Coe's hire hands, he would allow the hired hands to take as many Indian scalps as they could for trade down south.

Coe sat in his saddle, upon his horse, atop a small hill, and listened to the screams of terror, and cries of death, as his hired hands at first corralled, and then scalped the Indians. In some parts of Mexico the scalps of Indian children actually paid double that of the adults. Coe nonchalantly ate some of his pack dried fruit as he watched an Indian child’s scalp being pulled back gently by one of his men. The child looked up to Coe, waiting for the man to somehow come to his rescue. But finally, the child saw only the cold glare of a man, Coe, who did not care for the life of one Indian child. Coe, and his men, were driven by greed.

The slaughter had taken nearly two hours before it was all done. Nearly 150 men, women, and mostly children, were dead. The hired men who had killed the Indians rejoiced in their bounty, and bragged about how much gold the scalps would fetch down in Mexico.

Finally one of the men, Norpis, gave Ernest Coe the information he had come for. One of the older Indian women had promised to give up Seti’engui’s hiding place to Norpis, in exchange for her people’s lives. Norpis had accepted her plea, got her information, and then proceeded to take her scalp as well.

Ernest watched as Norpis man pointed to the foothills in the close distance. The woman had assured Norpis, shortly before he killed her that the Chief would be found there.

With that said Coe watched as his men cracked open the two kegs of beer that Coe had brought along for their reward. Coe took one last look at the village, with blood strewn every where, and then over to the celebrating throng he had hired. He could only shake his head in disgust. He headed for the foothills to find Seti’engui and to bring this matter to a close. Part of his plan was to leave no strings.

Part of Coe’s ‘no strings’ strategy was already in work. For unknown to his hire men, the butchers of the Indians, the beer they were now drinking was poisoned. They would all be dead before the next sunrise, just three hours away. Coe was told by his employer not to leave any loose strings; One hundred and fifty Indian souls, and the twelve hired hands of his, had all played their parts in this chapter. And just like so many strings, they were cut away, and left to flutter away in the wind. Coe listened to the laughter of the slaughterers he had left behind in his wake.

“Demented fools,” he said to himself as he pressed on.

--
Nearly an hour later, with the first traces of dawn kissing the eastern sky, Ernest Coe finally reached his destination; Seti’engui. Coe had to navigate through a small maze of rocks, and then finally upon the aged Native American, sitting on a deer shin blanket next to a small fire. Coe slid out of his saddle and walked over to the Seti’engui. Coe did feel a slight feeling of awe as he looked down upon the old-man; his dignity wore proudly with a full feather headdress befitting that of a leader. Coe also noticed that another deer skin had been draped on the ground across from the Indian. Coe did as expected, and sat down on the padded ground.

“You know what I have come.” Coe finally said.

“For many moons,” Seti’engui spoke with a disjointed accent, “my people have been guided by our Gods. They have long spoken of this day; this day that has come. Unlike the Mississippi, the rivers of the wind can not be dammed. Someday your people will learn this to be true as well.”

Coe nodded in agreement. “Maybe, but it would have been so much less bloody had your people just told me where you were.”

Seti’engui just stared blankly at Coe. “We both know that is not the truth. The souls of my people were part of the price. Be it not, I do not want to lessen the haste of what is to come. Yes, Man named Coe; I know why you are here. It has been foretold and so it must come to be.”

Seti’engui reached for a wrapped dear skin. It was obvious to Ernest Coe that there was something inside the wrapped skin. Seti’engui closed his eyes as he reached out and handed it to Coe.

“Your people died for what ever this is?” Coe asked as he took the wrapped item.

Seti’engui opened his eyes and gazed again at Coe. “My people died the moment your people arrived on our shores. We were willing to share willingly what you desired to take. It became quite clear to us then that you do not serve the Gods, yours or ours. You want the Gods to serve you. Thus I have given to you this source of great power; but many of your people will die before its secrets are revealed. Perhaps even more souls than the souls you have taken this night. I do not speak of revenge, man named Coe, I speak of destiny.”

Coe smiled at the Indian Chief. “You do understand that I will have to kill you now. I have to because I have been paid to make sure you die. I have been paid by my employer, and also by those who your kind has killed as well. Your people have not been the only victims on this continent.” Coe stated coldly.

“We fought to defend, you fought to conquer.” The Chief stated flatly. “Now, it is true; you may say that you are here to end my life. Yet my path does not end here, man named Coe.” Seti’engui said. “We shall meet again; that too has been foretold. I am ashamed to say that mercy will not be found in my eyes when our paths cross again. You have tainted this land, and our souls.”

Suddenly Seti-engui’s body morphed into a very bright light. Coe had to shield his own eyes and then, slowly, the light diminished, and suddenly, in Seti-engui’s place, was a red tailed Hawk. The hawk looked into Coe’s eyes, then screeched, and took off, soaring high into the sky. Coe drew out his pistol to shoot the bird, but decided not to at the last moment.

“No,” Coe said to the Hawk as he watched it fly east. “I do not think we will be meeting again, you stupid old coot.” Coe said with a smirk on his face. He was wrong.

Coe retrieved the wrapped dear skin and mounted his horse. Strangely enough, he too was headed east. Little did he know that he would also cross paths with a mountain man who did not take kindly to the murder of Indians; A man named Zeb Macahan.

CONTINUED
 
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Re: Frank Grayson USS ENTERPRISE--Visions

interesting. Is this the back story on that mysterious object? The Server?

Also-you goofed the dates at the beginning of this post-1869 on the previous and 1896 on this one.

I'm curious as to where this is going
 
Re: Frank Grayson USS ENTERPRISE--Visions

interesting. Is this the back story on that mysterious object? The Server?

Also-you goofed the dates at the beginning of this post-1869 on the previous and 1896 on this one.

I'm curious as to where this is going

Thanks for catching that...should have read 1869

And yes...this is trying to set up some of THE SERVER back story...we will see the rest of this little sidebar plot next issue then rejoin our crew as they try to split a comet with a phaser beam..and find out that it isn't as easy as it seems on TV!!! Then again, it always seemed hard on tv too

Rob
 
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