Julin Eurthyr
Ensign posted 12-19-2001 07:21 PM
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Senate Chambers, Concordia Prime, Homeworld of the ISC
"So, my esteemed Collegues, it seems that our plans of Pacification by using a race as strong as the Klingons is in error. Notice the recent visuals from Qo'Nos..."
The room darkens, and pictures of Dogmatix in a dress, cutting cute paper dolls is shown on screen. Shortly thereafter, a picture of the now frilly klingons redoing the chancellor's chambers in a nice blue makes the senate retch.
One of the numerous senators stands "This cannot be the Klingons we have pacified and enlisted in our efforts to make the galaxy a safer place? Obviously, someone is attempting to mislead this august body."
"No comrade." The original senator speaks, "These images come from a reliable source, the commander of the 673rd."
There is a collecive gasp from the entire senate.
"Yes, Admiral Eurthyr has authenticated these images. He also has sent other images, such as pink hulled cruisers with preety peach curtains hanging in the windows..."
There is another collective retch from the senators in the chamber
"...And other sick images. We cannot support a race known for this."
"No, we cannot." A third senator comments, "So, without the support of the Klingons, how shall we pacify the galaxy?"
The original senator, a smile beaming from his face, says quietly, almost a whisper, "Admiral Eurthyr has a plan, I suggest that unless something better comes along, we follow it."
"I concur" the third senator says, nodding
"I concur" echoes throughout the chambers.
The head senator speaks "So, the motion to carry out Admiral Eurthyr's plan is passed. We shall adjourn until our presence is necessary later. Would somebody notify him of that fact?"
"Yes, I shall advise him promptly."
Flag Ready Room, ISCS Little Paradise
"Admiral," Varkin gasps out as he rushes into the ready room, "urgent communique from the senate."
"You could have used the Intercom."
"I thought you were busy in here, Wasn't Annlova up here recently?" Varkin gets out between huffs?
"She left a while ago." Julin glances down under the desk and beams Annlova a smile, due to her current, disheveled condition, it was more prudent for her to hide under the desk than be seen...
"Dismissed Commander, and next time, knock. I'll take the communication in here."
Julin activates the communications system. "Yes, senator?"
"Ahh, Admiral. The senate was suitably impressed with your images. They have accepted your plans without hesitation, nor debate."
"It is a pleasure to see my reputation still preceedes me."
"Yes. Amazing how it is when things go bad they recall the black sheep in with open arms."
"Especially when said sheep changes his colors and comes up with a plan they will support."
"Yes, That does make my collegues more acceptable to certain, conditions Admiral."
"Pacification shall be a near certainty this time, at least I can't screw up as bad as everybody else has."
"Agreed, Admiral. Agreed. Do you need aditional monetary allocations?"
"Not as of yet senator. Perhaps I can come up with, alternate means of funding."
"I see, not only shall we pacify the galaxy, we might be able to afford to construct the plans for our Battleships."
"Save one for my flag, senator, save the first to be my flag."
"Aye. You shall ride her to glory."
"To peace, senator. Sorry, urgent business calls. Space is a rough place." With that, Julin cuts the signal, and takes care of an annoyance from under the desk.
Feeling relieved now, various incenses burning to mask the smells in the room, Annlova has returned to their quarters. Julin continues reading the reports, however, there has been little happening for him to take note of. The majority of the Echelon has taken on the supplies requested, and are enroute back to the Little Paradise. The Lazon has neared Mirak Starbase 12, ready to deliver the Catnip and Jello, and the task force that was sent to locate the now missing J'inn robot, which instead took on some marooned Concordians in Hydran space, returns with their guests to soon fill out the remainder of the Echelon.
If it wasn't for all the subspace interference recently in the sector, the Echelon could be quickly reformed by the use of the wormhole generator, provided to Julin by the Organians. However, at this time, it is too unsafe to use it, therefore, Julin just waits, and bides his time.
"Soon, the true purpose of the 673rd will be on display for all to see. Just wait, citizens of the Alpha Quadrant, just wait and see." Julin thinks to himself, a smile on his lips while he considers the thought. Another, broader smile, crosses his face as he adjourns to his quarters to celebrate his recent victories...
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Julin Eurthyr, Admiral
Commander, 673rd Echelon
Commander, ISCS Little Paradise
"It's the suede denim secret police. They've come for your uncool niece."
Last words heard from the hru'hfe at the beginning of a Tal'shiar raid of the house
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DarkElf
Ensign posted 12-19-2001 08:24 PM
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DarkElf could only stand an awe while piloting to his new ship. It was marvelous! If everything in the PADD was true, this would really be a turn of events.
He examined his PADD again:
You are requested, and required, to take command of NX-21074-A effective immediately. Your current orders to find out more about a possible conspiracy, and meet up with the Hydrans.
Good Hunting!
Signed, the CNC, Starfleet.
USS Intelligence Registry Number: NX-21074-A
Omega Class (Prototype)
He quickly read through the scematics again, and his jaw nearly dropped...
Equipped with a Class 4 Cloaking Device
Heavy Weapons: Phasers, Photon, Plasma, and an experimental torpedo called the Quantum torpedo. More powerfull than the Plasma-R.
Secondary Weapons: One Federation adapted PPD. Still the experimental stages.
Top speed of warp 9.91.
It also had two holodecks for crew use, a hydroponics bay, and an astrometrics lab.
But, the most important thing of all was the speical shielding. Completely immune to the effects of polka music. Finally, we had a chance.
DarkElf: Computer hail the Intelligence.
This is Captain DarkElf. Requesting clearence to dock.
Ops Officer: cleared for shuttle bay 3. Welcome aboard Captain.
Just as he hit auto-pilot, he read the last line of the PADD.
"The ship still has some problems and you will have to solve them en route."
DarkElf: *thinking* What kind of problems?
*the ship piloted into the bay, and he exited the shuttle, only to be greeted by his Cheif Engineer.
Engineer: Glad to see you made it back in one piece! Unfortuantely, several systems are offline. Here is my report.
DarkElf: I'll be on the bridge....
Engineer: Um, sir. Life support on Deck One is malfuntioning. We are currently using the secondary bridge on the saucer section. If you'll follow me...
DarkElf: *reading the report as he is walking*
Life support offline decks one thru three.
Warp drive was limited to factor six,
Cloak was malfunctioning,
Targeting scanners were out of allignment,
Communications were flimsy,
and the list seemed to go on and on...
DarkElf: When do we expect everything to be ready?
Engineer: In three hours, sir. I have the whole Engineering team working around the clock.
*They finally arrive*
Engineer: Here we are sir...
*They both enter*
DarkElf: At least its roomy in here...
Engineer: Wait 'til you see the main bridge.
DarkElf: I'll be in my ready room. Notify me when we are ready to depart.
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corbin369
Ensign posted 12-19-2001 11:34 PM
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In the ready room of the Week Slayer:
K'arbin put down the PADD, and said. 'Computer, open a comm. channel to War Chief Gook, and scramble with code RW 239.' The channel opened with static then cleared to reveal Gook. 'K'arbin, to what do I owe this pleasure?' he asked.
'Sir, I'm about an hour away from the border and thought I should give you a SitRep. As to the...problem on my ship. I have demoted the offending sole to missile handler third class. Some honest work and he MIGHT see the error of his ways, I doubt it, but it has got him off the bridge.'
Next, I haven't seen any other ships out here. Period.'
'Last, is a down load I'm sending you now. I think you will find it...interesting.'
'Looks like a password code of some type?' Responded Gook. 'What's it do?'
'Just push the talk button.' J'inns synthesised voice was heard. 'Computer, J'inn code Blue, Blue, Red. Scotch.' There was a soft click behind Gook and a small door appeared in the seamless wall. Inside a dust covered bottle.
'Remember that bottle of Dalmore from the Earth year 1993 you gave me?' asked K'arbin. 'The little bastard drank half of it! I think this code is in all systems that the KATs have access to.
Gook looked enraged. 'I think K'arbin, when this is over, I will introduce J'inn to an Earth torture there females do called Waxing...one inch at a time!!!' Gook visibly fought for control and won. 'Thanks for the heads up on this and keep an eye out for...our other friend. Gook out.'
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Goose
Ensign posted 12-20-2001 05:48 AM
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Notes:
Hondo
You are INSIDIOUS! Even I wouldn't wish Martha Stewart on the Klingons!!
Darkelf
Someone say hydroponics Mon?
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Thrain is sitting in his office reading his viewscreen. There is a light blue cloudy beverage nearby in a glass. The Comm panel buzzes?
Thrain: This is Thrain.
Darkelf: What are you doing?
Thrain: What are YOU doing?
Shot of Darkelf, who has a similar beverage in his hand.
Darkelf: Reading the Intel, drinking an Import.
Thrain: That is correct?THAT is Correct!
Laflin enters Thrain?s ready/romper room?
Laflin: What are you doing?
Thrain: What are YOU doing?
Darkelf: Hey Thrain, who?s that?
Thrain: Hey Laflin, get on the other panel.
Laflin touches button on another Comm panel?
Laflin: Laflin here.
Darkelf: What are you doing?
Laflin: What are YOU doing?
Thrain: What are you DOING?
Darkelf: AAAaaaaa?
Laflin: AAAAaaaaa?
Thrain: AAaaaaaaa?
Laflin: AAAAAaaaaa?
Thrain: AAaaaa?
Switch to M?Ress and K?arbin, who exchange horrified looks.
Fade to visible words?
FEDS AND KATNIP DO NOT MIX!
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