Still haven't forgotten! Here's another teaser. --Mal
The Starfleet rescue shuttles Moore and Gilliam circled high above the plains of Mars, just like they'd done for the previous half hour. “I am telling you there's nothing out here,” complained Lt. Hikaru Kizaki, the pilot of the Moore. “Command wants us looking for a ship in trouble? *What* ship?”
“Oh, c'mon Kizaki,” replied Lt. Max Lovelock, Hikaru's opposite aboard the shuttle Gilliam. “Command isn't in the habit of sending rescue shuttles out on hazing missions. If they say there's somebody in trouble out here, there's got to be something.”
“Yeah, well, my sensors don't see jack. I've got you, and I've got lots of *rocks* sixty thousand feet below us.”
“Such poetry in your soul, Lieutenant,” Max chuckled. “Though I admit I don't see much else either.... hey! I've got a new return!”
“Where at?”
“Heading 357 mark 18. It's *above* us! Big signal, and a fast one too– HOLY SHIT! BREAK BREAK BREAK!” Max yelled the last as he pulled the Gilliam into a tight diving turn away from their search grid.
Aboard the Moore, Hikaru blinked, then followed suit. The two boxy shuttles veered off, as mere seconds later a huge black and white shape riding on even larger wings of fire slammed through the space where the two Starfleet craft had been at a little over Mach 2.
Hikaru stared at the apparition that had come far too close for her liking to running over her shuttle. “Holy *shit* that was close,” she whispered. Then, assuming the professional demeanor expected of Starfleet officers, she brought the Moore around and contacted Utopia. “Moore to Command, we have made visual contact with target and are in pursuit.”
Mr. Fnord interdimensional man of mystery
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The Starfleet rescue shuttles Moore and Gilliam circled high above the plains of Mars, just like they'd done for the previous half hour. “I am telling you there's nothing out here,” complained Lt. Hikaru Kizaki, the pilot of the Moore. “Command wants us looking for a ship in trouble? *What* ship?”
“Oh, c'mon Kizaki,” replied Lt. Max Lovelock, Hikaru's opposite aboard the shuttle Gilliam. “Command isn't in the habit of sending rescue shuttles out on hazing missions. If they say there's somebody in trouble out here, there's got to be something.”
“Yeah, well, my sensors don't see jack. I've got you, and I've got lots of *rocks* sixty thousand feet below us.”
“Such poetry in your soul, Lieutenant,” Max chuckled. “Though I admit I don't see much else either.... hey! I've got a new return!”
“Where at?”
“Heading 357 mark 18. It's *above* us! Big signal, and a fast one too– HOLY SHIT! BREAK BREAK BREAK!” Max yelled the last as he pulled the Gilliam into a tight diving turn away from their search grid.
Aboard the Moore, Hikaru blinked, then followed suit. The two boxy shuttles veered off, as mere seconds later a huge black and white shape riding on even larger wings of fire slammed through the space where the two Starfleet craft had been at a little over Mach 2.
Hikaru stared at the apparition that had come far too close for her liking to running over her shuttle. “Holy *shit* that was close,” she whispered. Then, assuming the professional demeanor expected of Starfleet officers, she brought the Moore around and contacted Utopia. “Moore to Command, we have made visual contact with target and are in pursuit.”
Mr. Fnord interdimensional man of mystery
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"I. Drink. Your. NERDRAGE!"