<USS Banshee> "Call to Arms"
- From: "Brad Ruder" <GroundZero@xxxxxxxxxxxxx>
- To: ussbanshee@xxxxxxxxxxxxx
- Date: Wed, 16 Apr 2003 23:36:34 -0700
?Call to Arms?
by Lieutenant Joshua
?Asper to Lark.?
?Got an hour to spare? I?ve got these specifications
on a new ship I?m going to try and get added to the Banshee?s
arsenal.? Josh leaned back in his desk chair staring at a series of
PADDs that had a plethora of information. Warp drive systems,
weapons systems, life support particulars, and piloting controls were
spread across the information devices.
?I?m sure I can manage.
Lounge?? Thomas Lark?s young voice echoed over the communication
system with a determination that was less than
Josh nodded knowing full well Lark couldn?t see
him, ?Sounds perfect. How long do you need??
?Well, I need to
shower. I need to do my nails, my hair, and pick out an outfit.?
Lark?s audible laugh followed the sarcastic joke, ?I?d say about
Laughing along with his friend, Josh started
to sort out his PADDs and mass them together in one large box.
Seventeen devices in all and then he started for the door. ?I?ll
meet you there.?
Trudging down the hallways towards the
turbolift was always something Josh enjoyed. He got to be in natural
surroundings, involved with natural people, and still know that there
was respect and enthusiasm with these people who had yet to be
subject to the trials and tribulations that he knew they would
Passing ensigns would nod their head in
respect, friends would wave and make small talk as they traveled by,
and others would keep to themselves in a quiet world inhabited by
their own thoughts. Everything was to their own, and Josh knew
exactly what it was like and how much better it was in certain
circumstances than being involved straight with real
Sometimes an escape was warranted, and within your own
thoughts was the safest haven.
The doors to the lounge opened
and closed swiftly after he stepped in. The bartender, knowing him
as a regular since he replaced the corrupt and covert Starfleet
Intelligence Liaison, nodded and made the order that always came with
Josh?s visits. Upon sitting he was promptly handed Samaritan Sunset.
He tapped the glass once and it swirled in the chemical reaction and
it was brightly illuminated.
?Thank you, Kellon.? Josh nodded
and drank as the waiter disappeared behind the counter to fulfill his
People watch was another activity that Josh actively
participated in. You could tell so much about a crew my looking at a
selected group of people. The way they walked, socialized with
other, and how much or how fast they ate could tell whether they were
at bliss or on edge.
With no one to spend time with and
nothing to do you begin to notice these things. Josh thought it made
him capable of being a perfect morale officer just because he
noticed. Most people, Josh included on occasion, were too busy to
sit down and take in everything around them enough to comprehend who
and what was happening in their surroundings.
?What is this
that I just had to see??
?Lark, that was only ten minutes ?
you lying to me now?? Josh smirked as he began to cart the loads of
PADDs out of the box he was carrying and scattered them with no
apparent order across the surface of the table ? quickly hiding any
evidence that a table existed at all. ?It?s called an Aero
?The Intrepid-Class equivalent to a Captain?s
Yacht?? Lark?s eyes fluttered to attention, his eyes trying to make
sense of the multitudes of information on the small storage devices.
?If I recall correctly, which I think I do, they are only used on
Shaking a finger Josh handed him
some more data, ?They initially were until they proved so effective
in the Dominion War. A small fleet destroyed twelve Jem?Hadar
battlecruisers and an entire manufacturing plant of Ketracel-white.?
Lark nodded, ?That I didn?t know. So, exactly how do you
expect to get one of these things on board?? Lark?s finger moved
idly and efficiently across the console?s keypad as the wealth of
knowledge was slowly unleashed.
?Deep Space Nine, our current
port of origin, currently has two on transfer from Starbase 211 that
have no owners.? Josh shuffled through a mess of PADDs and tossed
one at him. ?Tactical Officers and Fighter Squadron Leaders have the
power, with Captain permission, to obtain one for their respective
?Shogun?s aren?t enough anymore?? Lark looked mildly
Josh shook his head, ?Not in the least, but an
added vessel with the same maneuverability and speed as a shogun but
with more fire power could be useful in a fight.? Tapping Lark?s
possession as he sipped his drink he looked out the window.
see where you?re going, but do you think that the Captain will even
think about adding something like that??
countered, ?She?s currently being held at Deep Space Nine, making
Commander Andros the commanding officer. I?ll try to go through him
before her, but I have a feeling he?ll direct me to Morrigan.? Josh
shrugged, ?I don?t mind, I think she?ll realize just how important
this could be.?
Raising a finger and calling the waiter to
him, Tom ordered himself an ice water and returned to the depths of
information at his fingertips. ?I think it?s a plausible idea, but
with you on the bridge that doesn?t leave many qualified people to
fly it. It says here it needs three people minimum to run the
?So that would leave
Nabbing the PADD away from him Josh snarled and then
laughed, ?OK, so everything has been fully worked out yet, but that
doesn?t mean you?re helping. The proverbial thorn in my side, aren?t
?Too hard, apparently. I don?t know who
can fly it, I haven?t checked the current roster I got this morning
on certified Shogun fighters. I?m hoping to try and do testing for
those capable, but that severely limits those that are possible
candidates.? The tactical officer ran a finger over the rim of his
glass as his eyes bore aimlessly into a PADD filled with more useless
and irrelevant information that he?d read so many times
Tossing the PADD into the box, Lark smiled and stood
while downing the last of his water. ?I?ve seen all I need to, I
hope you get it. Let me know if there is anything that I can do to
?Talk to the Captain for me?? Josh laughed as he
tapped the PADD.
?Like hell, I don?t want to end up just
another scorch mark on the Captain?s ready room?s floor.? He
laughed, ?I?m at least worth a blood splatter on a white wall.? With
that he turned on his heel and walked out of the lounge while Josh
continued to try and find out just how to make a presentation to the
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