Damn ... I should've been a MARINE instead of a DOCTOR!! (Great log Connie btw ...) ________________________________ From: Rowanna Darkwolf <rowannadarkwolf@xxxxxxxxx> To: avalon@xxxxxxxxxxxxx Sent: Thursday, September 3, 2009 11:10:09 AM Subject: <USS Avalon> Re: Avalon: The dance of death begins whoohoo...that's right...we KICK BUTT! --- On Thu, 9/3/09, Constance Koenig <dorafane@xxxxxxxxx> wrote: >From: Constance Koenig <dorafane@xxxxxxxxx> >Subject: <USS Avalon> Avalon: The dance of death begins >To: avalon@xxxxxxxxxxxxx >Date: Thursday, September 3, 2009, 7:51 AM > > > > > > > >They launched into the wicked dance of death. Each heading toward their >intended targets. Rechecking the computer readouts, the fighter pilots headed >toward the first target. Dora felt the first marines die as their fighter >exploded. She vowed she would avenge them. Tracers lit up the dark sky of >space as the fighters fired and weaved between the phaser blasts and torpedoes >of both the Avalon and the enemy. Fire, dive, evade. The dance. She felt more >marines die, evaded the debris of the fighter that just exploded in front of >her. Was that the arm of Gratin or Butte? Funny the things your mind asked at >times like this. The world around her seemed to move in both fast and slow >motion. There quickly, she dropped her first load of the new prototype mines >that would hopefully modulate with the shields and go through them like >butter. She evaded as more enemy > fire raced toward her. She felt the shock-wave as the mines exploded. They > worked! That ships shields were down. She sent the coded message to the > Avalon. They should now be able to either disable or destroy the ship. No > time to collect her laurels. There were other targets to acquire............ > > > > >