Re: evil narrator e-mail now available....
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Originally posted by Robbert Raets
Your game master is now available through narraetsor@dolfijn.nl :p
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PURE EVIL NARRATOR is copyright 2001 StyroFoam Man
If you drop Robbert a line he will tell you what is still open Commodore SIG (its got a better ring to it than captain;) )
Headed for forward Sensor Array
"Warning! Compartment open to space!"
The computer voice cut through the hissing of phaser torches and the somewhat salty language of a damage control team hard at work. Cmdr Powers almost flinched when she saw the gap in the overhead with stars shining through. Only the reassuring flicker of the forcefields kept her moving deeper into the compartment.
The engineering team, sensibly wearing environmental suits, were struggling with the debris that used to be elements of the forward main sensor array. Plasma burns and foamed duranium, solidified into weird, twisted shapes, had turned a fine-tuned phased array into so much junk. One pair of engineers were cutting useless pieces free while a second pair quickly hauled each piece away from the work area using portable anti-gravs.
Master Chief Tennekar scowled through her faceplate as she caught sight of the XO. The Tellarite growled, "Commander Powers, what the hell are you doing in here without a suit? That field could give way at any moment!"
Shannon stepped over a shattered core element and moved closer to the Master Chief. "Sorry, Chief. I know better. I just wanted to find out how you guys were doing. We're going to need those long range sensors back online ASAP."
Tennekar started to comb her beard with her hand, her glove almost bumping against the helmet before she remembered. "Its not as bad as it looks, Commander. Once we get the damaged array removed we can bring in replacement elements and put things back in working order. Shouldn't take more than a week."
"A week!" exclaimed Shannon, "you've got to be kidding! We need the array back up by tomorrow. Except for short range scanners, we're flying blind!"
"Look," replied Tennekar, in a no-nonsense tone, "Do I tell you how to run this ship? Don't tell me how to repair sensors! If we work real hard- and I don't have to waste time escorting unprotected people off this deck- we might get the array up and the hull patched in 5 days."
"Tell me what you need Master Chief," said Powers seriously, "and I'll get it for you. We need those sensors."
Tennekar had taken Shannon Powers by the arm and was gently but firmly leading her back the way she had came, "well, since you put it that way, XO, free me up some more warm bodies to haul junk away and I'll see what I can do."
Shannon promised the burly NCO that she would free up some more personnel and exited the compartment, feeling a bit better than before. Master Chief Tennekar would come through, she always did- but not without the requisite argument!
Shannon entered the turbolift and said, "Bridge." The turbolift started to move...