Chapter Six The Harley throbbed to life as Mike passed the bar. He could feel Kyle's puzzlement and put a reassuring hand on his knee. He swooped in and out of local traffic gracefully. Kyle's new jacket protected him from the onrush of the air, the leather was stiff, and felt like armor. He wondered where they were going, but trusted Mike. He reflected u...
SUREFOOT: MR AND MRS OSTROW USS Surefoot, Deck 3 Mid -- Sickbay Suite: "STINKY COMPUTER!" Dr Shyrik had been in her office opposite the Crèche, cursing her article for the Starfleet Medical Journal for its inability to write itself, when she heard the exclamation from within. Recognising the voice, she rose from behind her desk, crossed over and entere...
USS Surefoot, Deck 3, Cargo Bay 1: Captain Hrelle ignored the ache in his back to bend down, grasp the sides of the crate of duranium plating, and lifted, cursing inside. He should get himself an antigrav handle and make it easier for himself - except that none of the remaining members of his crew, currently making space here for the relics being beamed up...
USS Surefoot, Deck 1, 2315 Hours: Captain Hrelle moved briskly down the corridor, grateful that they were sparse of crew so that no one could see the cheesy grin on his face, and grateful that Lieutenant Abed generously agreed to take over for him earlier than expected, allowing Hrelle to prepare for his date with the delightful Professor Gianopoulis. He wo...
(Author's Note: this is a Surefoot Christmas Special, taking place some months after the end of the last one, Mother's Cub, so the next one you read, My Summer on Vulcan, will take place between Mother's Cub and this one. Maybe a few others. But this one is still canon, and what is revealed here will have a sizable impact in the future. Confused? Just have s...
The end has come for this series. I hope I've been able to answer most of your questions, although maybe not all. But fear not, I have plans for the future. One of my plans is to re-work Wolf's Pet a bit. So if you see it being posted again, it will be the re-edits. Also, there may be some surprises in store for you in the coming months. When I write somethi...
USS Surefoot-A, Deck 1 Fore – Officers' Mess 5.5 Hours Until Armageddon: The room was eerily quiet despite the numbers present, readying for the morning shift. Captain Esek Hrelle sat at his regular table with the rest of his family, eating without enjoying it. He expected such a reaction, but also knew enough to eat, regardless of the circumstances, n...
Chapter 1: Phone Call The phone rang as she came in the door with her hands full of groceries. Amelia set them down and reached for the phone. "Hello?" she said. "You have been accepted into The Academy. A packet will soon arrive with instructions on how to proceed", a voice said. Amelia collapsed into a nearby chair and slowly smiled. She has been accepted...
Con Irresponsible. Not really. You know it's not true. The problem is: He wants you to be. I'll be in SFO for 4 hours on Monday. You work on Mondays. Every Monday. You do not drop everything because a man - and a very young man at that - sent you a one line text. You're not his just for the asking. If only he weren't the only one asking. {Sigh....
USS Surefoot-A, Deck 1, Captain's/Counselor's Quarters, Stardate 45398.09 - 89 minutes until Ensign Sasha Hrelle's death: Captain Esek Hrelle stared at his reflection much longer than necessary. Counting the grey furs. Counting the wrinkles barely hidden beneath them. Tugging at the loose skin under his muzzle. Noting the slower reaction of his tipped ears...