[USS Vanguard] RPG: In a White Room...
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- Date: Wed, 27 Oct 2004 15:49:56 -0500
Capt. Dominic Santos
USS Vanguard
During "Did You Say Q?"
Dominic Santos covered his face with his hands. He was afraid of what he would
see if he opened his eyes--Which would be worse? Death? Or the eternal limbo
between life and death? He wanted neither right now. He wanted to be back on
his ship, the Vanguard, helping steer her and her crew to their intended
destination: the Borg homeworld.
The last thing he remembered (and it was all so hazy) was collapsing on "New
Vanguard" and Droin calling to the ship for emergency assistance. The rest
was...black. Then, for some strange reason, he remembered being back at the
Academy. But that couldn't be right. He rarely thought of the Academy anymore.
Not since that first year on the Vanguard.
Santos remembered momentarily coming around, and Falcon looking down at him,
dropping her PADD and calling for Dr. Droin.
And now, it was white. No, wait! White. It was all white. And someone was
moving his hands from his face.
"Boo," said the stranger.
Santos blinked and looked into a face he hadn't seen in months, a face that
frankly, he never expected to see again.
"Q!" he exclaimed. "What are you doing here?"
Qbed grinned at him. "Surprise! I thought you could use a visitor while you
were recuperating!"
Santos: "Are you responsible for this?"
Qbed: "For what? Your getting your bum kicked by a hologram?" She spat a
raspberry. "Pffft. Hardly. You should know that I would come up with something
more creative than that. Like a sixty-foot tall robot. (Or is it 'sixty-FEET
tall robot'? Standard can be so confusing.)"
Santos: "What are you doing here, Qbed? Why have you come?"
Qbed shrugged. "I told you, Nicky. I heard you were in Sickbay, and I decided
to visit you, out of the goodness of my heart."
Santos gave her a "Come on, you expect me to believe that?" look.
Qbed sighed. "All right. There is one more thing. Oh, first, here are some
flowers--" She made a small gesture, and suddenly they were standing in a field
of flowers with a sky made of flowers. It was, of course, raining flowers.
Santos reached up and picked a daisy out of his hair. "Someone told me that you
Earthers like flowers when you're recuperating. They didn't say whether that
included people who got royally hosed by a hologram."
Santos: "Qbed, you were telling me why you're suddenly here..."
Qbed turned and put a finger in the air. "Oh, right! Well, it's a tiny thing,
really. Teeny. I mean, it's really nothing. It's...small. Just something I have
to bring up with Sam."
Santos narrowed his eyes. "Why Sam?"
Qbed: "I heard about his little future wife. And their happy little future on
your little paradise New Vanguard. I'm gone for, what? A few months? A few
years? And you humans! Such a limited concept of time! I would have been back
for lil' Sam! So what does he do? Goes off to start a family with one of the
little harlots on his staff. (Is that how you humans, you men, handle
promotions to important positions? Celebrate with a little procreation?) So
I've come to turn Sam inside-out. Literally." Qbed grinned. Santos's eyes went
wide. "Toodles for now. I'll be back later, once I've had a little chit-chat
with Mr. Hotshot-Targets-Everything-That-Moves."
Santos: "Qbed! Wait! It's not what you think!" But before he could say anything
else, she was gone, leaving him alone in an endless white expanse, devoid even
of the flowers she had created.
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