Subject: FRONTIER: Transporter Room
Houston activated the transporter and watched as the flight control
officer materialized on the pad.
She stepped down and said, "Lt. Ishara reporting for duty, sir." The
Vulcan was already clad in the Frontier uniform.
"Welcome to the Frontier, Lieutenant." replied Joanna. "I am
Lieutenant Commander Houston, Chief Operations Officer."
The Vulcan seemed to notice Joanna's unemotional tone. Yet it was
difficult to reconcile that with the image of a human which stood
before her. She decided it could wait until later, when she was
"The launch is scheduled for the beginning of next Alpha Shift, is it
not?" asked Ishara.
"It is. All senior officers will be present on the bridge at that
"Thank you, Commander."
"You are welcome." replied Houston. She had meant to ask why the
lieutenant had been so late, but it did not seem appropriate at this
time. She proceeded to the bridge while Ishara headed presumably to
Will finished the magnificent meal which Caroline had concocted, and
declared, "That was wonderful. Anything more you'd care to do
She was finishing up now as well, and replied through forkfuls, "Hang
on a minute." She disposed of the plates, turned to face him. Softly
she asked, "Can you waltz?" A knowing smile touched her lips.
"Well, it's been so long..." he started, then saw the look in her
eyes and hastily added, "But I'm sure I'll warm up quickly."
"Computer, music please."
[Insufficient parameters. Please specify.]
It was a far cry from the Regent and Anna. "Dammit, waltz music."
After listening to several tunes and asking for another, they finally
found one which seemed perfect.
They spent an hour dancing to the slow and smooth music. It felt just
like old times...
The next morning
Will Ramsay awoke blearily to the sound of the comm panel chime.
[Captain, ten minutes to end of Gamma shift. You said all senior
officers-] started Houston.
"Thank you, Commander, I'm well aware of that." He woke Caroline and
hurriedly got into his uniform before setting off for the bridge,
trying to wipe the sleep from his eyes.
Houston turned to face the Captain as he walked in. "Sir, we have
been cleared for departure."
Will noted there was at last someone at the flight control panel with
more than one pip. He'd question her later on her lateness. Right
now, he was concerned with getting the ship out of the dock so they
could get on with their mission. He sat down comfortably in the
command seat and starting the proceedings.
"Retract docking clamp. Clear all moorings." He watched as these
vital tasks were performed in precision and efficiency.
"Maneuvering thrusters." He felt the sudden but dampened
acceleration and the view shifted as the ship turned gradually to
face the doors.
"All ahead." The sideward motion ceased; the doors were directly in
the centre of the viewer.
The doors parted to reveal the star-studded darkness outside. The
Frontier slid gracefully out of Starbase Epsilon and into the realm
that was space, sparsely populated with the odd star and maybe
planets, and a smattering of hydrogen.
"Increase to one-quarter impulse power." Another barely-noticed
"Departure angle." The viewer switched to the rear view, Starbase
Epsilon falling behind rapidly.
"Set a course for The Kizinti border, Lieutenant. Warp Six."
A burst of light as the ship breaks Warp 1. Stars on the screen
elongate into the familiar warp-speed starfield.
"Stop us just outside the border. Lieutenant Commander Houston,
estimated time to arrival."
"At current speed; one day, five hours, thirty-seven minutes and
twelve-point-five seconds." was the reply.
He was a little unnerved by her accuracy; he *had* only asked for an
estimated time. "Briefing room everybody." he announced. "Let's find
out what exactly we've to do."
[Captain] William Ramsay, CO FRONTIER
Sam M. Edwards
Ooooh. A 13-week cliff-hanger. Nasty. It's been fun folks, see you
after the hols.