Subject: FRONTIER: 2-B or not 2-B
Houston made her way to 2-Backward after the briefing. She was due
some off-duty time, and Neil would undoubtedly already be there.
As she walked in, he was sipping a clear liquid from a glass, a
tired look deepening the lines of his face. When he caught sight of
her, his expression immediately lightened. Joanna had observed that
women had this unique effect on men, and it followed the basic
principle; that after a hard day's work, a man liked the company of a
beautiful woman to cheer them up.
She sat down, flicked a lock of hair back from her face, and reached
for his hands across the table. Gauging the temperature, she judged
him to indeed have been working hard today.
As if on cue, Neil said, "That captain is a real slavedriver. Wants
everything done yesterday. I'm not surprised, he was an engineer
before he came here, I'm told. But he's got ability, I'll give him
that." He was glancing at her closely, as if studying some aspect of
her in detail.
Joanna attempted to discern what he found to be of such great
interest. Unable to find any such thing, she asked, "Is something
Hesitantly he replied, "Wellll.... I just thought maybe you'd like to
try a different hairstyle. No offence, but it does look a little....
She hadn't considered this before; no-one had really commented on it
until now. She glanced around the lounge at the various other females,
noting a large variety in style. One which seemed especially
aesthetically pleasing, was the one which Leana DeLias sported. It was
of great interest to many of the male populace of the lounge.
Angus walked into 2-Backward and looked around for a table to sit at,
at one table Patrick was talking to McVyker, K'Ich Pa and other
assorted female members of the crew who seemed somewhat taken with the
big man. At another table Leana and Caroline were talking to a
predominantly male audience and their conversation seemed to be
in-depth on hair(?).
After a moments pause he decided to go and sit beside Keanu who was
tapping feverently at a PADD. He went to the replicator and ordered
(nrpg: try and guess. rpg) a Trixian Bubble Juice. He pulled out a
seat and looked at the PADD. "What are you up to?" he asked.
"I'm working on my personal cloaking device, so that we can get into
the Kzinti base undetected," he replied.
Angus studied the design for a moment and then pointed to one of the
diagrams, "That bit won't work," he said. "You'll need a phase buffer
on this modulator, otherwise you'll blow the whole transducer assembly
Keanu made a few alterations to his schematic and then switched off
the PADD. "Are you all prepared? Big day tomorrow," he said.
Angus sipped his drink, "Quite frankly I hope this is a long night, I
want to make a lot of preparations, and I have a security briefing to
do, we've been given the task of scouting the perimeter of the complex
while you're skulking around inside."
"Well it'll be long, I've got to get this thing ready for tomorrow
morning. Then there's still repairs to be done in Engineering on some
of the minor systems. But right now I have to get some sleep so I'll
see you later," Keanu got up and made his way to the door.
Angus drained his drink, then stood up and made his way to his room to
prepare himself for the next day. He arrived outside his room and,
remembering the last occasion, stepped tentatively towards the door.
The door refused to open and Angus jabbed at the control to open the
door. He stepped inside and sat at his desk, "Computer, let's have
some music, Wagner, random selection." A vibrant composition came
over the speakers and Angus felt much more at ease, he turned on his
computer and began to organise plans for the landing tomorrow.
Three hours later
At last he was satisfied with his briefing and he turned off the
computer, he stopped the music and then lay down on his mattress.
From the next room he could hear strains of music which he recognised
as a flute, coming from Patrick's room. He recalled that Patrick had
told him that he liked ballet and tried to remember which one that
tune belonged to. After a few moments he came to the conclusion that
it was Patrick himself who was playing the music, he wondered if his
friend had deliberatly chosen to play an instument that so blatently
contrasted his appearance. After listning for some time, he suddenly
felt his beloved eight hours calling him, and he fell asleep.
After Keanu left 2-Backward, he made his way to Main Engineering to
collect some parts. The turbo lift seemed to take ages to arrive to
take him down to the next deck. Main Engineering seemed quiet after
all the work that had been going on in the last few hours, two
engineers were on duty one was a Ferengi *thats odd - a Ferengi in
StarFleet* Keanu thought to himself. The other looked like a human
from behind, he walked around the master display moniter and noticed
she was a Bajoran. He handed her his PADD, "Could you replicate these
parts and bring them to my quarters?"
"What are they for sir?" the female said.
"Just somthing I'm working on for the captain," Keanu answered. "Bring
them to my quarters when your done." Keanu left Engineering with the
Ferengi's eyes burning into his back. He entered his quarters and
cleared his table.
Ten minutes later the door chimed.
"Come in." Keanu said in response. The ensign entered with her arms
laden with equipment. "Right, lets get to work Ensign Blake."
"Call me Teri," she said as they started to assemble the equipment into
the personal cloak.
[Lt.] Angus Murray, Tac/CSO FRONTIER
[Lt.] Keanu Maren, CEO FRONTIER
Sam M. Edwards
[Captain] Will Ramsay, CO FRONTIER
[Cmdr] Caroline Ramsay, XO FRONTIER
[LtCmdr] Joanna Houston, 2O/OPS FRONTIER
"Put your faith in God, but keep your powder dry."
"Eat any good books lately?"
"Time is the fire in which we burn"
Dr. Tolian Soren