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Darth Wong wrote:Re: name requests. I'll see what I can do.

a Starfleet Political officer

Cpt_Frank wrote:Silence puny ordinary board member!
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Cpt_Frank wrote:aka Counsellor?

Captain Lennox wrote:I can that in a week if you like.

Darth Wong wrote:Re: name requests. I'll see what I can do.

Rightous Fist Of Heaven wrote:Allready interested...hmm 2 awesome fics at the same time....

Vympel wrote:Jeezus. Look at this thread! Nearly everyone hear has a custom title except me .... waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhh.

Wouldn't mind a part in the fanfick though. That'd be sweeeet.

Anything really. Vympel. Yup that's my name. Preferably on the Imp side ... yup ....

XaLEv wrote:Sounds interesting.

Rightous Fist Of Heaven wrote:Allready interested...hmm 2 awesome fics at the same time....

Your sig hurts my brain.

Darth Wong wrote:Reign of Terror
Chapter 1

The Maquis raider flew in circles around the darkened ship, so its pilots could inspect it from every angle.

"She's a monster, all right. And she looks downright mean. Scanning any weapons yet?" Nitram asked.

"Nope. No weapons of any known design. No sensor signals, no tracking systems, nothing." Ando replied coolly.

"Oh yeah? Well then what are those?" Nitram asked, jabbing his finger toward the great ship's topside heavy turrets.

Ando looked up at the heavy guns. "Well, they do look like weapons, don't they?"

Nitram rolled his eyes. "You have a stunning grasp of the obvious, Ando."

"Wise ass." Ando growled. "If you keep that up-"

"All right, all right!" Nitram put up his hands, grinning. "So what do you think? Should we try to board it?"

"Are you nuts? Just the two of us? We don't know what's in there, remember?"

"What's there to worry about? It's obviously a derelict. Have you got something better to do?"

"And what if it's booby-trapped?" Ando retorted.

"Yeah sure. You think somebody built a mile-long ship with a hull that blocks sensors and then leaves it all the way out here where no one will find it, as an overpriced booby trap? What's the motive? Besides, where's your sense of adventure?"

"Where's your brain? I don't want to die for science, Nitram. For all you know, its crew was killed by a super-virus."

"We'll wear environmental suits and use full decon on the transporter." Nitram answered.

"We should call a survey team."

"A Federation survey team? You're a Maquis living in the demilitarized zone, remember? We are the survey team! If you let anybody know about this, the Cardies'll be the first to swoop in and take it. Is that what you want?"

"Well ..." Ando hedged.

"Listen," Nitram said, a hint of excitement creeping into his voice. "This might be the best thing that ever happened to the Maquis. This ship is completely alien. Doesn't match anything in the records. Who knows what technology is in there? Technology we could steal, sell to the highest bidder, get a better life for ourselves and our families, maybe make the Cardies think twice about hitting us ..."

"Okay, okay, I'm sold. But you can go in first. Assuming you can find a way in, that is. I don't see a welcome mat, and I can't scan through that hull."

"No problem. I'll bring us around to the topside superstructure and then we'll beam in through the windows. I'll set the computer to beam us back if we send a panic signal."

"Sounds like a plan." Ando said nervously. There was something about derelict ships that made his hair stand on end. A sense of death and forboding, as if something monstrous was waiting behind every dark portal.

The tiny ship pulled up to the larger vessel, so close that they could see through its bridge windows. Both men began putting on their environmental suits, running through the checklist, and each man picked up the largest phaser rifle he could find.

"Ready?" Nitram asked.

"Ready."

The familiar transport tingle began, and they soon found themselves on the other ship's cavernous, empty bridge. Their helmet lights shone through the darkness. Nitram pulled out his tricorder and began taking readings.

Meanwhile, Ando walked gingerly toward the nearest instrumentation pit, half-expecting to find himself staring into the hollowed-out eye sockets of long-dead corpses. He took a deep breath, stepped to the brink, shone his light down into the pit, and ...

Nothing.

The floors were spotless, the chairs were empty, and the instrument panels were clean. No bones, no clothes, no indication that anyone, human or otherwise, had ever occupied this bridge. His heart racing, he moved to the next pit. Also empty.

"Hey Nitram!" he called out, his voice sounding tinny through the transceiver. "They were roughly human-sized, judging from the chairs. But the whole bridge is empty. Are we moving in deeper, or are we going to waste time playing with the bridge computers?"

"I say we try to get the bridge computers working for an hour or so, and then if we can't, then we move in." Nitram was already down in one of the pits, poring over the controls.

"Good luck." Ando snorted. "A totally alien computer with no language records in our database, from a species we've never met before, from places unknown, and you figure it'll take an hour to reverse-engineer their computers? Call me when you give up. I'm gonna sit down and try to relax." he marched toward what appeared to be the captain's chair, hoping it was a recliner. He plopped himself down in the seat, swivelled it around, and ... something happened.

A red light began to flash, a siren sounded, and a loud rumbling sound could be heard from deep within the bowels of the ship. Startled, he bolted up out of the chair as if he'd sat on a hotplate. He turned to see Nitram scrambling out of the pit, with a haste borne of fear.

"Ando, what the hell did you you do?"

"I didn't do anything!" Ando protested. "I just sat down in the big chair, and-" The two men both stopped, and looked at the captain's chair. ".. and I think I must have set something off."