*The Minerva had just survived being pelted with various bits of
exploding freighter. Charlie had managed to keep himself locked into
seat by pressing his knees into the underside of the CONN console.
allowed him to do some exceptionally sharp twists, turns and tumbles
avoid getting smashed into the USS T'Shar by the shockwave.
the maneuvers Minerva's helmsman could feel the inertial dampening
straining to keep up. Now a few more fingertaps on the helm control
brings the Minerva to a calm, safe drift at a sae distance from that
energy ribbon. In the peripheral of his left eye he can see the
hologram, Zim, only now ceasing to grip the edges of the Ops
Charlie (NPC):*eyes on console as he runs systems checks for damage*
Everybody all right back there?
Kyrsa:*climbing up side of captain's chair from floor* Lovely, if you
consider a lump on the head and soiled underwear to be all right.
Dr. Stuart:*seated at Tac console, heart racing & eyes wide* We're
Kyrsa: You're the doctor, you tell us. Speaking of doctors... Zim,
many did we get?
Zim (holo-NPC):*reading Ops display* Not enough. Our sensors could
distinguish at least 38 lifeforms on that freighter before it
Nine of them are in Cargo Bay 4. The T'Shar appears to have rescued
more than 20.
Charlie: Shields held well enough. Deflectors deflected the rest.
is going to have to touch up the inertial dampeners a bit, though,
before we can go to Warp again.
Zim:*reading incoming text message* The T'Shar regrets to inform us
their Sickbay is currently at capacity and that it will be a few
before their transporters will be online again. They want to know if
we're able to properly treat our survivors until then.
Kyrsa:*now standing behind Zim, turns to Stuart* Hey, is that doctor
title good for anything or do you just use it for fun?
Stuart: If you're asking if I have a medical degree then the answer
Kyrsa: Good! Zim, tell the T'Shar we've got it under control. Then
Stuart, swing by Sickbay to pick up some medical supplies, and get
of you to Cargo Bay 4. *to Stuart* Doctor, we don't know how friendly
our guests are. If they don't feel too banged up, it would be nice if
your personal thugs join you.
Stuart: They go where I go.
Kyrsa: Of course, they do. They'd follow you into the lavatory if you
paid them enough.
Stuart:*partly joking* Actually I do. *smiles*
Zim: Reply sent, Captain.
Kyrsa: Then get moving! I'll see you down in Cargo Bay 4. Stuart,
you and Zim pick up the medical supplies consider yourself the chief
doc for the time being.
Zim:*taking offense* Captain!
Kyrsa: You're the ship's medic only because we haven't had anyone
better. Besides, you're missing half your medical database. Don't
Zim: But odds are that is still more than what _he_ knows about
Kyrsa: I said "Don't Argue"! Now go!
Zim:*after a silent moment pondering further protests, gives in* If
would be so kind as to follow me, _Doctor_ Stuart? *moves towards
Kyrsa, starship captain,
S.S. Minerva, freight & passenger transport
==Present day Earth, Webster, Massachusetts, USA to be exact==
==About 8:30 PM EST==
It's dark, chilly, and overcast. Not exactly the weather you'd
expect going into Memorial Day weekend. Yet, despite the sheer
nastiness of the conditions, seated at a cobbled together computer
in front of an open window is a twenty-something man with short
brown hair and wire framed glasses. DVDs and Star Trek books litter
the area around the desk.
The man is typing rapidly, glancing occasionally to his right to
look at the television. That's when he saw it...
The Internet, watching him.
"Oh, hello everyone. For those who don't know, I'm Corey, better
known to the members of the Deridous IV Tango Fleet play by email
role playing game as both Major Ethan Roberts and Captain Seamus
McFadden. I'm sure you're all wondering what you're doing here in my
house instead of watching the trials and tribulations of the one of
"I have a very simple reason for dragging you into the real world. A
few of you have requested some direction from the command staff, and
with Justin in disposed, that responsibility falls to me. To set
things up, let me give you some background on the Nexus." he said,
spinning his chair to grab a thick paperback book from under the
edge of the bed.
Flipping through the pages, he came to the one he wanted
quickly, "Ok, the Star Trek Encyclopedia: Second Edition defines the
nexus as 'Nonlinear temporal continuum in which reality appears to
reshape itself in fulfillment of a person's innermost wishes. The
gateway to the nexus was an energy ribbon, a temporal flux
phenomenon that crossed this galaxy every 39 years. The first known
contact with the nexus was in 2293, when the energy ribbon crossed
the flight path of two El-Aurian refugee ships in the Sol sector.
Both ships were destroyed in the collision, and at least two
passengers aboard the S.S. Lakul were swept into the nexus.' I won't
go on with the rest of it, since I'm sure you all know about Soren
and Guinan and the return of Kirk. But, since temporal flux is
highlighted, I will read you that passage so that we're all on the
With that he flips rapidly through the pages with one hand while
typing this description with the other. "Ah, here it is, 'Phenomenon
in which matter passes from one space-time continuum to another.
Temporal flux can interfere with the operation of transporters if
the object or person to be transported is in a state of temporal
flux.'" With that he closes the book and sets it aside. "So, as you
can see, this energy ribbon could prove to be a real pain in the
backside for as long as its in the system. But, it could also pass
us by with no further problems, depending on what you the writers
make of it."
"As it stands right now we have a mining operation under siege by
attackers, a transport ship loaded up with rescued pirates, a bunch
of scientists staring up at the sky, and a Sabre-class ship in orbit
with its captain knocked loopy because his executive officer is a
useless moron." He stops typing for a moment, takes a swig from the
bottle of Mountain Dew next to his monitor, then continues.
"Yes, we've lost a couple of players recently, but we have more
coming in. Besides, the group we have now is by far THE BEST crew in
the entire fleet. If this talent pool in this group can't make a
story with this kind of potential work, then why are we even
bothering? Wait, don't leave yet! My point is, there are so many
possible routes you can take to get from the beginning of the
mission to the end, I couldn't feasibly list them all."
Scratching an itchy elbow, he thought for a moment to gather his
words, "So, everyone get going, I'll be along shortly with an in
character post. I just want to go grab some grub from the fridge. I
think better on a full stomach, and I need all the help I can get."
he said with a wink.
Average New England guy and amateur science fiction writer
Major Ethan Roberts
Strategic Operations Officer