USS Surefoot-A, Deck 3 Mid -- Sickbay Suite: Kitirik flushed a darker than usual green around his mottled skin and throat wattles as he sat on the biobed. "Well... this is certainly embarrassing." Standing in front of the cadet, passing a sensor wand over the Qarari's head, Doc Masterson grinned. "It can happen to any of us, pardner." But then he amended t...
USS Surefoot-A, Deck 3 Fore, Alpha Squad Cadet Quarters: Neraxis Nemm snapped awake without needing an alarm, a trick she'd been able to do since she was a child, getting up to ensure her many younger brothers and sisters were up, dressed, fed and ready for school before their parents were even out of their own beds. She cast aside her bedcovers, eased her...
Out of a Clear Blue Sky Janet Fremont Oh, I have slipped the surely bonds of earth And danced the skies on laughter silvered wings Sunward I've climbed and joined the tumbling mirth Of sun split clouds and done a hundred things You have not dreamed of from High Flight by John Gillespie Magee Jr. "That's it, Sandy. Just follow me on the controls an...
SUREFOOT: OUBLIETTE "Counselor's Log, USS Surefoot-A, Stardate 55082.18, Commander Kami Hrelle, Recording: while the ship engages in its usual -- and unusual -- routine, the cadets are preparing to take their final exams today. The collective tension and anxiety among them at this time is, to say the least, palpable, and we are endeavouring to alleviate thi...
Chapter I: My Nagging Dream Trust me, the only thing worse than not owning a Harley Davidson? Is when all your friends do. But, allow me to clarify. I'm not talking about hard core biker types by any stretch. I'm referring to the pressed shirt and tie types. You know? The ones who seriously don't look like they belong on one? The ones who maybe, occasionall...
Saddleworth, England, Earth -- 52 years ago: The ancient Emperor lay sprawled on the bed, wrinkled and feeble, staring up through rapidly-weakening eyes at his killers, the life quickly ebbing from him, but still desperate to speak. His poisoners, his wife Agrippinilla, and her son and his stepson Nero, crowded him, Nero frowning in frustration. "What's he...
"USS Impala, Captain's Log, Stardate 36521.31, Captain Lucille Arrington recording: We are en route to the Ophelius Cluster to investigate subspace anomalies detected by a Starfleet communications station established in this sector. Intelligence reports indicate Ferasan vessels have passed through this region, and though they are on an authorised diplomatic...
ONE Janet needed passport sized photos. She was nearly broke again; her housecleaning jobs were poor paying and infrequent, and the guru kept pressing--oh, so spiritually--for larger and larger contributions to the ashram. Now applying for a new job--any job--she was finding that all the agencies required voluminous resumés and documentation, including phot...
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Dominion Support Vessel 323-742-5669, Hellbaum Sector: Vonbran leaned back in his chair and rubbed his deep violet eyes, fighting off the exhaustion that had been plaguing him for the last several days, the closer they approached the Test Site. He had to make sure that everything was perfect, everything was right. The alternative... the alternative... "Vor...