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Free s/h on orders $50 or more to the US da. http://www.c1tracking.com/l.asp?cid=5511 http://us.click.yahoo.com/mOAaAA/3exGAA/qnsNAA/5x3olB/TM ---------------------------------------------------------------------~-> Forwarded by the ASC-VSO Posted: Mon, 23 Feb 2004 00:15:21 -0500 (EST) In: alt.startrek.creative From: kdj2020@webtv.net (Kevin Johnston) Title: Image Of Thyself Author: Kevin Johnston Series: The Original Series Rating: G, just like in 1979 Archive: Yes For ASC Feedback: Always welcomed. Nineteen hours later, Kirk stepped back onto the Bridge, again. Nodding at Chekov, who had returned to the Weapons Console, he settled into his seat. On the main viewer, the stars raced by, as if the heavens themselves felt the urgency of the great ship's mission. In front of Kirk's command chair, Ilia sat at Navigation, while Lieutenant DeFalco held down the Helm. Spock intoned, "Intercept in thirty minutes.", with no feeling in the words whatsoever. Scott and his people had squeezed every bit of power out of the new engines, to bring them here more quickly. Now, it was almost time to face whatever awaited them. "Acknowledged.", he answered back, not letting his frustration show. Spock, it seemed, was not going to let so much as a single second of emotion loose, and while that bothered his friend, the mission was too important to let that get in the way. Turning his attention to Chekov, Jim gave the younger man a quick thumbs-up, that went unnoticed by the others. In return, a smile, from the Russian. "Mister Chekov. Status report?" "Shields ready. Phasers and photon torpedoes ready, as well. Security details standing by, on all decks." "Good." Pausing for a few brief seconds, Kirk then went on. "Mister Sulu, please note, and log Lieutenant Chekov's transfer to the post of Security Chief, effective immediately." "Aye, sir." "Sir?", came Uhura's voice. Swinging in his seat to his left (and that felt odd, after five years of her being to his right), Kirk answered back. "Commander?" "Message from Command, Admiral Nogura." Kirk smiled a not very nice smile, at hearing that. He had wanted to take the old man to task on the issue of the civilian evacuation, but had instead left it to Sulu. Right now, he looked forward to seeing how his Exec had handled things. "On-screen." "Captain." "Admiral." The face that stared out at the Enterprise Bridge was ancient, weathered. Its owner had seen too much, been part of one too many "situations". The rumor mill at Command had him leaving within the year, but no one was willing to place money on that, just yet. "Commander Sulu." Hikaru stood from his seat, came front and center, next to Kirk's right side. "Admiral." "James, your Exec seemed displeased with the timetable for civilian evacuation. He'll be happy to hear that we've just sent twenty thousand people to Vulcan. They're being told that it's a training exercise." "We're both glad to hear that, sir." "Is that true, Commander?" "Yes, sir. Pleased to hear it. Begging the admiral's forgiveness if I came on a bit too strong." "Nonsense, Commander. You stood your ground, and did it properly, without offending an old man. James?" "Yes, sir?" "Keep a close eye on that one. He'll have your job someday if you're not careful." "Yes, sir." The face smiled, broadly, then went serious, in a flash. "Twenty thousand, James. That's all I dare move off-planet without starting a panic. Not exactly a rousing success." "I'm sure you've done what you can, Heicharo." A nod, softly executed. "That, I have, and if this goes poorly, I've told the Federation Council I want you to have my job, if you survive. If not, my seat goes to Admiral Wesley." "A fine choice, sir." "Yes, it is, either way. James, I'm not just saying I'll resign. I'm saying that I'm staying on Earth." Kirk nodded, having known all along that his mentor would not run to safety. "It's been an honor, sir, working with you the past few years." He meant it, too. Though Nogura had used him, manipulated him, he had done so for the good of the service. Done so for the good of the innocents that he, Kirk, was also sworn to protect. In the end, Kirk forgave him. "The same, James, the same. Command, out." With that, he was gone. Again, emotionless, Spock. "Twenty-six minutes to intercept." -- Stephen Ratliff ASC Stories Only Forwarding In the Pattern Buffer at: http//trekiverse.crosswinds.net/feed/ ASCL is a stories-only list, no discussion. Comments and feedback should be directed to alt.startrek .creative or directly to the author. Yahoo! Groups Links To visit your group on the web, go to: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/ASCL/ To unsubscribe from this group, send an email to: ASCL-unsubscribe@yahoogroups.com Your use of Yahoo! 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Mon Feb 23 23:57:01 2004 X-Persona: Status: U Return-Path: Received: from n36.grp.scd.yahoo.com ([66.218.66.104]) by merlin (EarthLink SMTP Server) with SMTP id 1aVuz61Oe3NZFlq1 for ; Mon, 23 Feb 2004 20:53:04 -0800 (PST) X-eGroups-Return: sentto-1977044-13227-1077598365-stephenbratliffasc=earthlink.net@returns.groups.yah o.com Received: from [66.218.67.199] by n8.grp.scd.yahoo.com with NNFMP; 06 Mar 2004 04:28:36 -0000 X-Sender: stephenbratliffasc@earthlink.net X-Apparently-To: ascl@yahoogroups.com Received: (qmail 95480 invoked from network); 6 Mar 2004 04:28:35 -0000 Received: from unknown (66.218.66.167) by m6.grp.scd.yahoo.com with QMQP; 6 Mar 2004 04:28:35 -0000 Received: from unknown (HELO grebe.mail.pas.earthlink.net) (207.217.120.46) by mta6.grp.scd.yahoo.com with SMTP; 6 Mar 2004 04:28:35 -0000 Received: from sdn-ap-022dcwashp0318.dialsprint.net ([63.191.161.64]) by grebe.mail.pas.earthlink.net with smtp (Exim 3.33 #1) id 1AzTQQ-00067Q-00 for ascl@yahoogroups.com; Fri, 05 Mar 2004 20:28:34 -0800 To: ascl@yahoogroups.com Organization: Alt.StarTrek.Creative Virtual Staff Office Message-ID: X-Mailer: Forte Agent 1.92/32.572 X-eGroups-Remote-IP: 207.217.120.46 From: ASC-VSO X-Yahoo-Profile: oldmanasc MIME-Version: 1.0 Mailing-List: list ASCL@yahoogroups.com; contact ASCL-owner@yahoogroups.com Delivered-To: mailing list ASCL@yahoogroups.com Precedence: bulk List-Unsubscribe: Date: Fri, 05 Mar 2004 23:28:42 -0500 Subject: [ASC] NEW "Image Of Thyself" 21/104 ST:TMP Rewritten *G* Reply-To: ASCL-owner@yahoogroups.com Content-Type: text/plain; charset=US-ASCII Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Forwarded by the ASC-VSO Posted: Fri, 5 Mar 2004 16:29:08 -0500 (EST) In: alt.startrek.creative From: kdj2020@webtv.net (Kevin Johnston) Title: Image Of Thyself Author: Kevin Johnston Series: The Original Series Rating: G, just like in 1979 Archive: Yes For ASC Feedback: Always welcomed. The next fifteen minutes went by quickly, each member of the bridge crew intent on his or her tasks. In the center of it all, Kirk. Calm, collected, ready for whatever the universe was about to throw at him. Into the silence, Ilia cast her voice. "Ready for sub-light speed in thirty seconds on my mark.....mark." Sulu moved as she spoke, watching the screen, standing directly in front of it. As the seconds ticked by, he counted them off in his mind, and at zero, felt the ship drop from warp, as the stars rearranged themselves on the screen. Seconds ago, they had been long drawn-out streaks of light, now they were individual points of brightness, some weaker than others. "Secured from warp speed, all decks, status report.", Kirk's words echoed into the intercom on the right side of his chair. Uhura concentrated on the voices in her ear, listening to them even as she turned to face her captain. "All decks reporting ready, sir." "Thank you, Commander. Helm, is the Intruder in visual range?" DeFalco, taking over for Chekov, answered, glancing back at the captain as she did so. "Visual in three minutes, sir." "Acknowledged, and welcome to the Bridge." "Thank you, sir." Sulu, moving away from the screen to his captain's side. "Hailing frequencies, sir?" A shake of the head, with a small smile added at the end. "Not yet...a little closer, first. Uhura, have LinguaCode ready with the following message: "This is the Federation Starship Enterprise, from the third planet of the star system you are on course for. Although you have destroyed one of our ships, we make no presumption as to your intent. We await your response." ." "Aye, sir. Coding that now." Uhura's voice blended with the sound of the lift doors opening, as McCoy stepped forward to stand at Kirk's left side, flanking Sulu on the right. "Bones." "I've got your test results back...want the good news or the bad?" "Surprise me." "Fine...bad first, then.", and as he said it, he smiled, letting Kirk know that this was all fun and games, nothing more. The grin he received in kind, let him know in turn that the other understood. "Your diet card comes in at code yellow-two." "Yellow-two....? Yellow-Two?" "Yellow-two. Salads and lean meats until your weight goes down about ten pounds or so." Kirk waited, said it again, as it not quite yet believing it. "Yellow-two...so what's the good news?" "I....ummm...that is...." "Bones." "I coded out at yellow-three." Now, a bigger grin spread across Kirk's face, and he repeated the words, slowly pronouncing them, enjoying every second of it. "Yellow-three....better watch yourself, Doctor. I hear that new Assistant Medical Officer is pretty strict about diet cards." Leonard McCoy scowled at that. "Don't tell me something I don't already know. She not only set me up for salads only, she actually went ahead and deleted my override authority. I tried to get a steak, and the damned computer gave me a bowl full of lettuce." Spock's voice, firm. "Now in visual range. Transferring image to main screen." It was immense, large enough to fill the screen and then some. What had seemed merely threatening from a great distance away, now seemed terrifying, close up. "Navigation, reduce image. I want to see all of it." Ilia complied, shifting levers on her board. As she did so, the Intruder's image grew smaller, until the whole of it just fit on the screen. Sonak, backing Spock up at the Auxiliary Science sub-station, chimed in. "Distance across, eighteen A.U.'s." As that sunk in for everyone, Kirk thought about it, amazed. The object in front of him was as long across as the distance between Earth and its sun, times eighteen. Sulu. "My god, what power it must take to generate a field that large." "Makes you wonder what right we have to even approach it, much less demand it stop in its tracks to talk to us." "Agreed, Captain." McCoy. "I'd better get down to Sickbay. If that thing decides it doesn't particularly care for us, I'll be putting all my nice new equipment to the test." "No promises, but I'll do my best to keep you bored." As he said it, Kirk reached out, clapped his friend on the shoulder. "I'd be grateful for that." As he left the Bridge, Kirk swung to face Uhura again. "Now, Commander. All frequencies." "Aye, sir. Transmitting LinguaCode, now." -- Stephen Ratliff ASC Stories Only Forwarding In the Pattern Buffer at: http//trekiverse.crosswinds.net/feed/ ASCL is a stories-only list, no discussion. Comments and feedback should be directed to alt.startrek .creative or directly to the author. Yahoo! Groups Links To visit your group on the web, go to: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/ASCL/ To unsubscribe from this group, send an email to: ASCL-unsubscribe@yahoogroups.com Your use of Yahoo! Groups is subject to: http://docs.yahoo.com/info/terms/ From ???@??? 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Free s/h on orders $50 or more to the US da. http://www.c1tracking.com/l.asp?cid=5511 http://us.click.yahoo.com/mOAaAA/3exGAA/qnsNAA/5x3olB/TM ---------------------------------------------------------------------~-> Forwarded by the ASC-VSO Posted: Thu, 1 Apr 2004 15:45:39 -0500 (EST) In: alt.startrek.creative From: kdj2020@webtv.net (Kevin Johnston) Title: Image Of Thyself Author: Kevin Johnston Series: The Original Series Rating: G, just like in 1979 Archive: Yes For ASC Feedback: Always welcomed. Everyone on the Bridge waited, as Uhura sent out the message of greeting. The silence was broken only by the sounds of the ship itself, as equipment hummed along. Kirk's eyes rested on the viewer in front of him, his hands gripping both sides of the arm rest on his chair. With no warning, bolts of energy shot out from the Intruder's energy field, just as they had when destroying the Klingon vessels and the Columbia. "Evasive!", Kirk screamed. "No time, impact in ten seconds, raising shields now." Ilia got the words out of her mouth with an amazing calmness to them, one that impressed her captain. As the shield status display lit up with dotted lines forming a barrier around an image of the great starship, Kirk heard Uhura sounding a warning to all decks to brace for impact. Greenish-yellow death raced towards them, filling the screen, and Kirk hoped, prayed, that the new shields would hold. And it was upon them. Striking head-on, the pounding energies shook Enterprise violently, for five seconds, ten, fifteen. And, then, it was over, and they had survived. "Scott to Bridge. Whatever that was, we can not take another hit. Shields at forty percent and holding." "Bridge, Kirk here, acknowledged. Damage?" "We took a good pounding, but the shields held well enough. Minor damage only." "About that next hit, Mister Scott..." "Sir?" "I'll do what I can to keep it from happening." "Aye, sir. Scott, out." Uhura, with good news. "Sir, all decks report status normal, minor damage only. Seven crew injured, Sickbay reports all well." "Acknowledge that. Are we still transmitting?" "Aye, sir, but we're getting no response." "Mister Sulu, comments?" Sulu drew near to his captain's side, at that. He had grabbed a railing and held on during the attack, was uninjured. "Recommendation, sir. Withdraw to a safe distance and signal the Intruder from there." "Chekov, can you calculate a maximum range for those bolts?" "Done already, sir. Estimated safe distance is one hundred thousand kilometers." "Sir?", a question from Ilia. "Not yet, Lieutenant. Stand by to back us off, but hold for my order." "Aye, sir." Turning to face his Science Officer, Kirk let him finish the task he was engaged in, waited for him to speak. Raising his head from his instrument readings, Spock explained his findings. "The Intruder can not receive our messages. We must send again, in its own fashion." Uhura, again. "Sir, due respect, but I haven't a clue what you mean." "No offense taken, Commander. The Intruder is sending its own signals on a frequency not used by our comm systems. I can reprogram my station to route the message from your station. Please disable your security overrides." Doing as he asked, Uhura watched her part of own console go dark. "How long?", Kirk asked, worried about that next attack. "Please be patient, Captain, this is a complex task." Kirk tried to not fidget, keeping one eye on Spock, the other on the viewer. "Spock.", he implored, not very patiently at all. Precious seconds ticked away as the Vulcan worked at it. "They've fired!", Chekov warned. "Helm, evasive, buy us a few seconds.", Ilia and DeFalco worked as a team, bringing the ship around, trying to save the ship. Chekov, again. "It's tracking us, sir. Impact in twelve seconds." "Spock, hurry." He could see his former (and he dared hope, soon-to-be-again) friend move his hands swiftly over the controls, working at inhuman speeds. "Seven seconds." "Spock, please, hurry." "Four seconds." Spock reached with his right hand, slammed the transmit button, and on the viewer, the fire died out, leaving the starship untouched. Calmly, emotionless, he then turned to face his captain, spoke again. "It would appear as if our message of greeting has been received and understood." -- Stephen Ratliff ASC Awards Tech Support http://www.trekiverse.us/ASCAwards/commenting/ No Tribbles were harmed in the running of these Awards ASCL is a stories-only list, no discussion. Comments and feedback should be directed to alt.startrek .creative or directly to the author. Yahoo! Groups Links To visit your group on the web, go to: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/ASCL/ To unsubscribe from this group, send an email to: ASCL-unsubscribe@yahoogroups.com Your use of Yahoo! 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