OCTOBER 2003

Author: Lt (jg) Taril Tye
Title: "Strazzco's Angels"
ON:

And so they went forward; the three that had thwarted evil once and would try to do so again!
Peterson limped forward, followed by Tye with a bloody bandage around his leg and Larsen, clutching his stomach.

In an attempt to perform some psychological warfare, Tye had instructed the mainframe to play an arrangement of Earth music, and even as we speak, Snap, with "I've got the power" was booming through the entire ship's intercom system.

The three entered the turbolift, pressed the button headed for the bridge, and waited patiently while the lift whirred upwards.

<<Meanwhile on the bridge>>

To'lor felt happy; the three Hyperion crew were being handled with ease and he would certainly have beaten them well before the limit that had been posed to him.
To'lor wondered how his comrade in arms, Ka'vel, was doing. Certainly those three Starfleet idiots would pose little trouble?

In fact, To'lor felt so sure of himself that he had actually begun playing with his victims; kicking Harris and Vathin across the room several times, just for the funny sounds they made when they hit the ground or the wall.
But To'lor had to give them credit too; they were a stubborn bunch, continuing to fight back no matter how hard he hit them.

The annoying sounds that were coming at him from the bridge intercom were a bit annoying though, and he made a mental note to puncture all the three's eardrums once he was done playing.

Suddenly the music stopped playing, and a voice similar to Tye's echoed through the bridge.

"Once upon a time, there were three little boys who went the Starfleet Academy, and they were each assigned very hazardous duties. But I took them away from all that, and now they work for me. My name is Strazzco"

In cue with the theme song to Charlie's angels, the bridge turbolift sprung open, and the three heroes appeared in the opening, striking the Charlie's angels pose.

"You do know that IF we survive, they will never let us hear the end of it right?" Peterson whispered.

"Whatever. If I am gonna die, I wanna die with a smile on my face" Tye replied, and dove behind a console.

OFF:

Lieutenant (jg) Taril T. Tye

Starfleet Registry: TF-454498922-COU

Counselor/Acting Chief Medical Officer

USS Hyperion-D

SEPTEMBER 2003

Author: Lt (jg)Taril Tye
Title: n/c
ON:

Tye stared out into space, sipping from his wodka-coke mesmerized by the scene before him. The Badlands. What a quaint name for something so awful. Probably one of the most inhospitable places in the regions, an old poem came he once read came to mind.

HALF a league, half a league,
Half a league onward,
All in the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.

For a moment Tye wondered how many people there were aboard, but then shuddered and shook off the idea. From here you had a perfect view as they neared the USS Galapagos, and Tye noticed several fighters pass overhead, maneuvring around torrents and plasmastorms.

Cannon to right of them,
Cannon to left of them,
Cannon behind them
Volley'd and thunder'd;
Storm'd at with shot and shell

Tye finished his drink and returned the empty glass to the counter. The away team was due in Transporter room one in two minutes, but luckily he had already taken his equipment with him. Taril checked his side-arm; a Catharan model phaserrifle, very similar to the Starfleet issue, with the one exception that it was placed over the upper arm and because of that would leave his other hand free. Tye headed off to the transporter room, a feeling of dread coming over him as he turned for a moment and looke dback out through the Hydeaway's windows.

Into the jaws of Death,
Into the mouth of Hell,
Rode the six hundred.

OFF:

Lieutenant (jg) Taril T. Tye
Starfleet Registry: TF-454498922-COU
Counselor/Acting Chief Medical Officer
USS Hyperion-D




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