Resent-date: Thu, 04 Dec 1997 21:54:47 -0600 (CST) Date: Fri, 05 Dec 1997 11:23:35 +0800 Resent-from: seaQuest-ff-request@escapenet.org From: jsa@curricula.net Subject: Re: (sQ-ff) CRIT: General comments Resent-sender: seaQuest-ff-request@escapenet.org X-Sender: jsa@curricula.net To: seaQuest-ff@escapenet.org Reply-to: seaQuest-ff@escapenet.org X-Mailer: QUALCOMM Windows Eudora Light Version 3.0.3 (32) X-Mailing-List: archive/latest/648 X-Loop: seaQuest-ff@stgenesis.org At 02:38 PM 12/4/97 EST, you wrote: >Karel writes: >> I think Pam is talking more about not writing something in past >> tense, not just putting in a line saying what happened instead of >> showing a whole scene about it happening. It has nothing to do >> with dialog or lack of. There can be nice stories with little to no >> dialog, working with just the character's thoughts. >Ding ding ding! Karel wins a prize. > >> >> For instance, I'm writing a story in which Bridger talks to Dr.. W's >> secretary. I used one line telling about it but Rachel told me to >> write out the whole scene, she was interested in seeing that happen. >> To me, the scene didn't add much to the story so I didn't write it >> out. >Yes, that's the idea. >> > >> Is that what you're talking about Pam? >BINGO!! >From my own writing, in Priscilla, Queen of the Ocean it was >necesssary for the plot for the reader to know what the minisub, >named Priscilla, could do compared with sQ's other EVA vehicles. >Telling it was faster and easier for the reader. I use this >technique when needed. In that same story I *tell* in about a >quarter of a page an experience from the past to foreshadow an >incident that will be SHOWN in a story that will be in issue 2 of >Latitude: Twenty Degrees North. The *showing*, in flashbacks of >Bridger's life on the island after Carol's death, took 60 pages. >Which do you think will be more interesting? > >In Priscilla I also *told* of an incident from Bridger's past in >about three sentences to foreshadow another story that was sent to >Martha for Bridger's Fleet-2. The *showing* took about 25 pages. > >When I *tell* a past incident, it is usually to introduce that >incident, which I will *show* at a later date. Perk up the reader's >interest to want to know what *really* happened. Leave the reader >with a feeling of I want MORE. Sometimes telling is fine, but the >showing will usually be much more powerful and dramatic. > >I had comments from a couple of people on Priscilla as to WHY Bridger >would act in a certain way. I was *telling* an incident. It will >become quite clear after reading Promises in Issue 2 of Latitude. >The illos in this zine will blow you away!!! We hope to have it >ready for sale by mid-January. > >Again, the idea is to make your story as intersting as possible for >your reader without boring them by beating them in the head with an >idea. Thanks for making this clearer, Karel. Which only supports what I said. You have to consider the story and what it needs. Sometimes telling works. J ********************************************************** Hercules: "You're insane." Callisto: "Just misunderstood." - "Surprise" Hercules: The Legendary Journeys The Goddess of War Homepage http://www.geocities.com/TimesSquare/1730 *Semi-updated!* New photos of the future world conqueror! "So You Want To Be A Tedite?" http://www.thirdstory.com/whoosh/issue6/albano.html ********************************************************* ---------------------------------------- seaQuest-ff-request@stgenesis.org Subject: unsubscribe Resent-date: Thu, 04 Dec 1997 21:54:44 -0600 (CST) Date: Thu, 04 Dec 1997 22:11:14 -0500 (EST) Resent-from: seaQuest-ff-request@escapenet.org From: SeaLady100 Subject: Re: (sQ-ff) CRIT:The Minstrel Boy- Part 9A Resent-sender: seaQuest-ff-request@escapenet.org To: seaQuest-ff@escapenet.org Reply-to: seaQuest-ff@escapenet.org Organization: AOL (http://www.aol.com) X-Mailer: Inet_Mail_Out (IMOv10) X-Mailing-List: archive/latest/647 X-Loop: seaQuest-ff@stgenesis.org Was Bridger saying what I suspect he was saying, Alexi?? If he was.... Good way of getting it in. If he wasn't... still a good part! Chris ---------------------------------------- seaQuest-ff-request@stgenesis.org Subject: unsubscribe Resent-date: Thu, 04 Dec 1997 22:24:46 -0600 (CST) Date: Fri, 05 Dec 1997 12:08:41 +0800 Resent-from: seaQuest-ff-request@escapenet.org From: jsa@curricula.net Subject: Re: (sQ-ff) ADMIN: Taking Criticism Resent-sender: seaQuest-ff-request@escapenet.org X-Sender: jsa@curricula.net To: seaQuest-ff@escapenet.org Reply-to: seaQuest-ff@escapenet.org X-Mailer: QUALCOMM Windows Eudora Light Version 3.0.3 (32) X-Mailing-List: archive/latest/649 X-Loop: seaQuest-ff@stgenesis.org I don't think anyone is shooting down critiques per se, or flaming anyone for giving comments. I think it's more a matter of the way they're given. We're not children. Present us an idea in a reasonable form and we'll consider it. But we're not idiots. Most of us actually do know what we're doing. And when pointed out that we're wrong, we do listen and care. But I for one, once I post a story, consider it done. I won't re-write it except to correct spelling and grammar errors that I missed, because like a cake, you can't take it back once it's eaten. All I can do is make sure I don't make the same mistake in future stories. I heartily agree that writers should take crticism and be thankful for it. I do, as a rule because for me nothing is more important than the story. Sometimes I write (what I think) could be great scenes but am shoot myself down because it just doesn't fit. We all make jokes about how awful the sQ writers can be -- I'm not voluntarily and conciously going to fall into that. And it does drive me crazy when I think writers don't spend enough time thinking their stories through. One friend of mine wrote a story which made absolutely no sense to me, adn when I pointed it out all she said was "I don't want to re-write the whole thing so it stays." My personal reaction was "And she wants to be a professional writer?", annoyance -- She asked me to read it and tell me what I thought -- and since I am _very_ busy it was a huge deal for me to read 50 pages -- and she could just dismiss my comments like that which she admitted were right. Of course now I know better than to comments when she asks for them. My ideas are important to me and I won't waste time on people who won't listen. But the bottom line is, it was her story. I didn't like it, I told her. Finish. Some people might have, I don't know. She told me she had gotten wonderful comments about it. Fine. But _I_ didn't like it. But I'm not the only reader in the world and it's not fair to limit an author because you never know. All you can do is judege it based on _your_ perception. As a reader that's all you can do. Tell the author what you think went wrong. If she doesn't listen, no one says you have to read his/her work anymore. Writers write primarily for themselves, it's true. But if one is serious about writing, every bit of input, postive or negative is important and will be valued. I highly encourage everyone to do this -- tell the writers what you honestly thought -- good or bad. Most of the time we're happy just knowing someone is actually reading our stuff. Being told something isn't up to a reader's expectations should only challenge a writer to do better. Lastly, I don't know who you were targeting with your post, Leigh, but since you posted publicly and "didn't name names" I figure you don't particularly care who you hit. I _am_ a professional writer. But I never claimed to be a famous one. I hope to be a _formidable_ one, someday. I know I have a lot to learn and that my abilities for now are limited. But I work hard at my stories and I am proud of my work. I _always_ take critiques personally because they are _my_ stories. I made them, they came from me. But that is not to say I would ever dismiss the critiques as unimportant. Just the opposite. They are _extremely_ important. Peace! Jessi ********************************************************** Hercules: "You're insane." Callisto: "Just misunderstood." - "Surprise" Hercules: The Legendary Journeys The Goddess of War Homepage http://www.geocities.com/TimesSquare/1730 *Semi-updated!* New photos of the future world conqueror! "So You Want To Be A Tedite?" http://www.thirdstory.com/whoosh/issue6/albano.html ********************************************************* ---------------------------------------- seaQuest-ff-request@stgenesis.org Subject: unsubscribe Resent-date: Thu, 04 Dec 1997 14:54:49 -0600 (CST) Date: Thu, 04 Dec 1997 15:14:23 -0800 Resent-from: seaQuest-ff-request@escapenet.org From: djclawson@garden.net (DJ Clawson) Subject: (sQ-ff) Hey! Where's "Takeover 3"? Resent-sender: seaQuest-ff-request@escapenet.org X-Sender: djclawson@garden.net To: seaquest-ff@stgenesis.org Reply-to: seaQuest-ff@escapenet.org X-Mailer: Windows Eudora Pro Version 3.0 (32) X-Mailing-List: archive/latest/634 X-Loop: seaQuest-ff@stgenesis.org I can't seem to find the third episode of the "Takeover" trilogy on the seaQuest 2047 archive, even though the airdate was last Sunday! Where is it? DJ Clawson President of the SWAT Kat Club on Prodigy Visit my SWAT Kats Fan Fiction Archive at : http://www.geocities.com/SoHo/8850/fanfic.htm ------------------------------------------------------ "Paranoia is just reality on a finer scale." - "Strange Days" ------------------------------------------------------ ---------------------------------------- seaQuest-ff-request@stgenesis.org Subject: unsubscribe Alternate-recipient: prohibited Resent-date: Fri, 05 Dec 1997 08:43:29 -0600 (CST) Date: Fri, 05 Dec 1997 09:12:13 -0500 (EST) Resent-from: seaQuest-ff-request@escapenet.org From: "Vincenti, Michelle" Subject: Re: (sQ-ff) ADMIN: Taking Criticism Resent-sender: seaQuest-ff-request@escapenet.org To: sQ fanfic list Reply-to: seaQuest-ff@escapenet.org Posting-date: Fri, 05 Dec 1997 09:17:00 -0500 (EST) Importance: normal Priority: normal UA-content-id: B31ZXDKD9LZA A1-type: MAIL X-Mailing-List: archive/latest/651 X-Loop: seaQuest-ff@stgenesis.org I only have two words in response to your post, Jessi -- AMEN SISTER! I couldn't agree with you more :) ~Michelle <|:) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Michelle Vincenti - Questie, MSTie, X-Phile, Dweeb, Tedite mvincent@drew.edu / RedMenace2018@hotmail.com fanfic page: http://www.geocities.com/Area51/Lair/4867 "We are all made up of our experiences, both good and bad. We can no more wish away the bad than we can wish ourselves away. We can merely live each day and look to the future. For in the future lies hope." - unknown "Don't let anyone tell you who you are or who you could be." - Jett, "King of Assassins" (X:WP) "It's a big ocean out there...maybe there are a few things you and I don't understand." - Lieutenant Ben Krieg, "Treasures of the Tonga Trench" "We were so young then. We were so full of dreams and ambitions that we never stopped to look at the reality of things." - Katie Hitchcock, "Straight from the Heart" (fanfic) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ---------------------------------------- seaQuest-ff-request@stgenesis.org Subject: unsubscribe Resent-date: Fri, 05 Dec 1997 08:43:28 -0600 (CST) Date: Fri, 05 Dec 1997 09:07:25 -0500 Resent-from: seaQuest-ff-request@escapenet.org From: Richard Black Subject: Re: (sQ-ff) The Minstrel Boy Resent-sender: seaQuest-ff-request@escapenet.org To: seaQuest-ff Reply-to: seaQuest-ff@escapenet.org X-Mailer: Microsoft Outlook Express 4.71.1712.3 X-MSMail-Priority: Normal X-MimeOLE: Produced By Microsoft MimeOLE V4.71.1712.3 X-Mailing-List: archive/latest/650 X-Loop: seaQuest-ff@stgenesis.org X-Proc-type: 3 Alexi - Since the lists are going to be down over the weekend, starting tonight, could you please post the next part of your story before that happens? It's going to be a long wait till Monday! Thanks, Karel ---------------------------------------- seaQuest-ff-request@stgenesis.org Subject: unsubscribe Resent-date: Fri, 05 Dec 1997 10:13:28 -0600 (CST) Date: Fri, 05 Dec 1997 10:23:53 -0500 (EST) Resent-from: seaQuest-ff-request@escapenet.org From: Edit2047 Subject: Re: (sQ-ff) Hey! Where's "Takeover 3"? Resent-sender: seaQuest-ff-request@escapenet.org To: seaQuest-ff@escapenet.org Reply-to: seaQuest-ff@escapenet.org Organization: AOL (http://www.aol.com) X-Mailer: Inet_Mail_Out (IMOv11) X-Mailing-List: archive/latest/652 X-Loop: seaQuest-ff@stgenesis.org In a message dated 97-12-05 08:06:31 EST, you write: << >TO3 was postponed for a week, due to probs with the staff...a holiday >special was released, instead. Okay...where is the holiday special? I looked on the site and couldn't find it. Thanks for the quick response. >> The link for the holiday special is right above the "Current Episode: Takeover 2" Link on the index page. And that's a two-week delay on TO3. ::wanders off, muttering about college students, finals, indoctrination, brainwashing...cult of 2047...:: Vicky Insane Executive Producer of 2047 P.S. This is as good a time as any to remind you all that if you'd like to be on our ersatz 2047 mailing list, just drop me a line. ---------------------------------------- seaQuest-ff-request@stgenesis.org Subject: unsubscribe Resent-date: Fri, 05 Dec 1997 12:43:27 -0600 (CST) Date: Fri, 05 Dec 1997 13:22:28 -0500 (EST) Resent-from: seaQuest-ff-request@escapenet.org From: "Pam Miles, Nutrition Lab" Subject: Re: (sQ-ff) Taking Criticism Resent-sender: seaQuest-ff-request@escapenet.org To: seaQuest-ff@escapenet.org Reply-to: seaQuest-ff@escapenet.org Organization: Animal Science Dept., U. of Florida X-Mailer: Pegasus Mail for Windows (v2.53/R1) Priority: normal X-Mailing-List: archive/latest/653 X-Loop: seaQuest-ff@stgenesis.org Karel writes: > Michelle metnioned in her post that we, the readers, should be > grateful to the writers, and believe me, I am! I look forward to > signing on and seeing a new part of a story. She also writes that > it's frustrating to hear that your best effort isn't good enough or > what your writing isn't acceptable. No, it's not acceptable to tell > someone their writing sucks BUT not every line written here (or else > where) is a prize winner. Every story can be improved , in some way. > If you ask a reader for thier opinion, you had better be preapared > for both the "I love it" and the " This was horrible and it didn't > work". Criticisms should not be rude of the "this sucks" variety. There is a difference between rude and the blunt truth. The blunt truth sometimes HURTS. If your ego is too fragile to make this distinction, perhaps you need a vehicle other than fanfic to feed that ego. Professional edits do not come with pats on the head and ringing "well dones". You get a form that says either accepted, accepted with revision, or rejected. If it is accepted, it IS good. You have the opportunity to rebut requested revisions, because sometimes the editor is WRONG. Nobody ever HEAPS praise on your work. That is considered unnecessary and unprofessional. If you are writing for your personal enjoyment, there is no restriction on how and what you may write. If you are trying to become a professionally published author, you better be prepared to follow style guidelines which are considered to be acceptable to mainstream editors or you are wasting your time. Your pile of rejection letters will be considerable no matter how much you like your own writing. As Karel indicated above, I have never seen outright rudeness posted in criticisms on this list. If this happens in private E, it should be reported to Leigh. Flaming for posting a criticism is also unacceptable and should be reported. If improving your writing for professional development is your goal in posting here, then you should be grateful for all the comments which are made concerning your work. What was it Bridger said last night in the Stinger? Sometimes we learn more by losing than winning... Pam ---------------------------------------- seaQuest-ff-request@stgenesis.org Subject: unsubscribe Resent-date: Fri, 05 Dec 1997 13:43:31 -0600 (CST) Date: Fri, 05 Dec 1997 13:34:53 -0600 (CST) Resent-from: seaQuest-ff-request@escapenet.org From: Silvia Casale Subject: (sQ-ff) The Ballad of The King George Resent-sender: seaQuest-ff-request@escapenet.org X-Sender: silvia.casale@pop-3.ukonline.co.uk To: seaquest-ff@escapenet.org Reply-to: seaQuest-ff@escapenet.org X-Mailer: Windows Eudora Light Version 1.5.4 (16) X-Mailing-List: archive/latest/654 X-Loop: seaQuest-ff@stgenesis.org OK, I know I've been miserable the last few days so Sabrina decided that she WOULD cheer me up so we sat about writing this _slightly_ silly poem for y'all and to make us laugh. It's hardly a great work of art, but it was a bit of fun and I thought it might lighten this hectic Xmas mood- so happy thoughts from the two of us. The aim is for you to smile, but it's hardly Oscar Wilde, just a humble attempt at being as silly as we can manage in one day. Smiles. ***************************************************************************** The Ballad of The King George ( a slightly silly poem ) Twas a dismal day when the King George first sailed, Grey, overcast and forlorn, While the people, they clapped, and the horns they wailed, So bright and so gay on that morn. Coming abroad at the very last sec, A beautiful young girl rushed onto the deck, And the Captain, he stared over awed and in love, Watching her come from the bridge up above, But she was smiling and smiling with glee, For with her was standing a handsome young stranger, you see. And the Captain saw red, And clutched at his head, For her beauty was driving him mad, And wanting her love was desperately sad, Walking around, he stopped quite still, and then he saw them embrace, And watching them there, a dark grin did appear, pasting itself on his face. 'Ahah!" he did cry. 'Oh, ho ho, he he he', Running around like a one quite possessed, and rubbing his hands in glee, For a plot he was forming in his demented mind, And it was a sledgehammer for this he needed to find, He went about his dastardly deed, Throwing caution away with never a heed, And when they sailed from the Spanish shore, He took out the tool and opened the door, Walking around the engineering room, And breaking the gauges, so sealing his doom. The crew left the boat and the passengers too, But staying behind were the loving two, The girl and her lover, the man that she chose, Hurry about the gauges to close, But the George, she sank down under the sea, Trapping for ever these unhappy three. Her lover, he died, catching a cold, While trying to salvage the ship in the hold, And Lillian wept and grieved for her love, Trapped alone and forgotten above, And she hated him so and cursed him to die, And when she took ill in the ballroom did lie, Until her wish for death came true, But it didn't unite the loving two, For their hate and their anger and the Captain's guilt Trapped them there in the horror he'd built, Wandering the rooms and haunting his boat, Then finally in his log book he wrote, Going down to the engine room And with a pistol sealing his doom. A century later a boat found them below, The mighty great SeaQuest, prize of the UEO, And the crew came abroad, And slowly explored, Curious and curiouser on seeing the light, Shining in the deep, eerily bright. They found the men's bodies, skeletons now, One up the top and one in the bow, Then Lillian's diary got the doctor possessed, Leaving the men gaping at how she was dressed In Lillian's ball-gown a sight to behold, Lost in the secrets that were to unfold. Next for the log book in the Captain's den, Guarded and watched by that most tortured of men, Door frames were bleeding, while handles did blaze, The crew standing by, with fear quite amazed, But lucky young Lucas, he got to go in, And the Captain stood back to let him win. Down in the ballroom Lillian lay, Dressed as she had on that fateful day. The Captain came at last to stand by her side, Explaining and talking of why she had died, And asked her forgiveness and told her to go, And went to live on in sorrow and woe, But she did forgive him, reunited with her love, Inviting him with them to heaven above, And the Doc, she felt better, released from the spell, But they all left quickly, not feeling so well. The air was quite bad and perhaps they had seen, Things in their minds that never had been, But Bridger, he pondered, while he spoke to his wife, Of love, the universe, the meaning of life. Finally he smiled and told her good night, Then settling down, he turned off the light, Sitting up quick, listened and gave a sigh, Only to think he'd heard the Captain's cry, But he wondered and wondered, as he lay in his bed, Over what would happen, when he was dead. Would he wander trapped here in life, Or if he would be reunited with his precious wife? But no answers came and he fell asleep, As the boat sailed on, below in the deep. Copyright E.Casale and Sabrina Helayna Ardeloes, 1997 ---------------------------------------- seaQuest-ff-request@stgenesis.org Subject: unsubscribe Resent-date: Fri, 05 Dec 1997 13:43:39 -0600 (CST) Date: Fri, 05 Dec 1997 13:27:21 -0600 (CST) Resent-from: seaQuest-ff-request@escapenet.org From: Silvia Casale Subject: (sQ-ff) The Minstrel Boy- Part 9C Resent-sender: seaQuest-ff-request@escapenet.org X-Sender: silvia.casale@pop-3.ukonline.co.uk To: seaquest-ff@escapenet.org Reply-to: seaQuest-ff@escapenet.org X-Mailer: Windows Eudora Light Version 1.5.4 (16) X-Mailing-List: archive/latest/657 X-Loop: seaQuest-ff@stgenesis.org copyright E.Casale 1997 Bridger and Ford were sitting, silently in the waiting area in the medbay. Bridger was slumped back in the chair, staring straight ahead at the wall. Ford was watching the ceiling. " The people in the room- the Macronesian general- was she killed?" Bridger asked slowly. Ford nodded. " Patricks checked." They didn't speak, defeated. Bridger looked down slowly at his hands and at the blood dried on to them with quiet despair. He was relieved she was dead, but the news did nothing to change things or make them better. He really didn't care, he was too tired to. What else could he have done? Should he have acted differently? He felt terribly guilty that he was so relieved not to have had to say anything. Relieved, how could he be relieved? What he was, was horrified and shocked beyond anything he had ever experienced, by what had happened. It was his fault and his responsibility, but there was nothing he could have done, was there? He didn't know. He just knew that he had been so desperate that he had been willing to go against everything he believed in. The fact that there was something that could make him do that, terrified him. The fact that he had been completely helpless and completely under her control left him feeling sick, his pride, self-respect in tatters. His beliefs... he had been about to betray them, how could he claim to hold them with the certainty that he had always credited himself with. In all his years in the military and on Hyperion, he had never been faced with such overwhelming horror as he had met today. How could he be the one not to have the strength of his beliefs? How could anyone have... He had never felt himself so inadequate or weak. Or so afraid. Ford looked up as Hudson walked in, but didn't rise as he crossed the room and sat opposite them, bringing up a chair. " We're waiting," Ford told him unnecessarily. Hudson nodded. " What happened?" Ford glanced quickly at Bridger. " When we reached the base, our codes were accepted and they let us dock. The operative who had sent us the information met us and led us to the prison block. When we got there... we heard a shot. We were almost there, just a few seconds away." He frowned hard at the floor. " We shot the guards, but it was too late, so we just got back to the launch as quickly as we could. The officer..." he broke off suddenly remembering, " the one who helped us refused to leave. He opened the doors for us. I don't know what happened," he ended, shaking his head and then looking up at Hudson. " McGath warned me he might refuse to leave. He's been there a long time to get that high up. It was good work today, Commander. What went wrong was outside your control." Hudson looked across at Bridger. " What exactly did happen, Captain?" Bridger looked at him hollowly. " Can't we discuss this later?" he asked unpleasantly. " No, because, not only do I want to know how my officer got shot, I need to be able to tell my crew and the UEO what happened and why I risked starting a war with Macronesia to meet your launch. I need to know if there's anything we can use against the Macronesians, to embarrass them into back down over this. I had to fire on a Macronesian sub and damage it badly. People are going to want explanations. And I want to be able to tell my medteam here what happened if they need to know," he replied angrily. " We have to wait and we might as well spend the time doing something other than sitting here, feeling sorry for ourselves. It isn't going to help." He sighed and took a deep breath. " Waiting is not going to change the facts." He would have to tell people eventually, but he didn't know how. How did you put things like that into words and facts? " Captain, I think you owe all of us, including Lucas, the truth about this." Bridger looked over at the man to whom he had handed his command. " What part?" he asked. Hudson looked over at the door to the operating room. " As long as it takes. I think we have a while to wait, yet." Bridger sighed and closed his eyes tiredly. Then he told them about Robert, about the island, returning home and working on the house, about the noise that had woken him, waking on the shuttle and then Stark. They didn't interrupt him, no matter how much he digressed from the story. He told them what he had seen when he had been taken to the cell, letting them realise what had happened for themselves. He continued talking even when Hudson drew in his breath sharply, closing his eyes as if in pain, at what he had only alluded to about the three weeks before he had arrived. He described the three days they had waited and then explained how the guards had come to take them down to where Stark was waiting. He stopped there for a long time. Then he told them about the two choices that she had offered him and which he had taken. He looked up expecting to see looks of shock at his betrayal, but all his saw was empathy, understanding and quiet horror that matched his own. " What else could I have done?" he asked. Neither of the other two replied. They didn't know what they would have chosen in the situation and they didn't want to have think about it. Bridger stopped. The other two waited, but he didn't continue. " How did he get shot? Why would they do that when you'd agreed?" Hudson prompted eventually, no blame in his tone, simply not understanding why he should break off now, when he was clearly at the end of what had happened. " They didn't." " But then...?" " When I saw Lucas reaching for the gun I thought he had gone crazy, there wasn't any way he could get it away from Reggs..." They still didn't get it. " He wouldn't let them use him against... everything he believed in, after everything he'd already been through to stop that happening." Jesus, how could they not get it. He took a deep breath, speaking between his teeth. " He wasn't reaching for the gun. He was reaching for the trigger." " Dear God," Hudson whispered, getting up and walking to the other side of the room. Ford simply stared at him, his eyes flooding with tears of horror, then dropped his gaze down to the floor. " Captain?" Dr. Perry was standing in the doorway. They all look round quickly and stood, waiting. She looked round at the fear and pain on each face. " The bullet wound wasn't that serious in itself. It didn't hit any organs or blood vessels. He lost quite a bit of blood and he was in shock. That, by itself, wouldn't have been life threatening, once he was back here. He's dehydrated, malnourished." She looked at the floor for a moment and then faced them squarely. " And he's been tortured, in an incredible amount of pain. He's exhausted. I've done what I can, but the problem is that he is simply too weak at the moment for his body to be able to repair the damage. I'm afraid I still can't tell you anything." " What are his chances?" " I honestly don't know, so I can't tell you. We just have to wait. There's nothing else I can tell you unless you want a lie." She sighed. " As soon as I know anything, I will tell you," she promised them. " Can I wait with him?" Bridger asked finally. " Yes. That's all that anyone can do right now. I can't promise that he'll know, but people who've been in a coma have reported being aware of a lot more than doctors thought possible. I've done everything I can," she assured them and turned back into the room. Bridger got up slowly and followed her. Ford looked across at Hudson when he'd left. " What do we tell the others?" " The truth. But not yet." Bridger was sitting beside the bed, his eyes empty and dry. He was too tired to cry or shout, staring fixedly at the pale face. Ford drew up a second seat and handed him a cup of coffee. " There was nothing you could have done," he said staring into the other's man's eyes, so that he could see the sincerity in them. " I wish I knew that for certain. But thank you," he looked over at his former XO. " I can't believe that he'd... I wish I could have that type of faith and strength. I didn't realise until today how little I actually do have. And I thought that he was the one who wouldn't be able to... Have you ever noticed how it's always the people who have something special to give who suffer and die and the rest of us survive and say 'it's not fair, what a waste', when we read or hear about it. I've never been confronted by it, like this, though. I've never been so shocked or horrified. I can't even think about what must have happened to him, without feeling sick to my stomach and completely terrified that it could happen ever, anywhere. I don't know how someone can survive that." They were silent after that and at some point he fell into an exhausted sleep, though he had tried to force himself to stay awake. Ford gently took the half full cup from his hand, as he saw him drifting off and watched silently. Ford blinked sleepily and found himself looking into the warm eyes of the doctor. He sat up quickly, not realising that he had fallen asleep. Bridger was blearily sitting up straight in the chair, rubbing his eyes. " He's going to be all right," she told them smiling. " Captain Hudson wants you in the wardroom," she told Ford and then left. Bridger closed his eyes and gave a short sigh. " Thank god." Ford rose quickly. " I have to go," he said and left, smiling dazedly. He was amazed at how the corridor suddenly seemed friendly again, how the lights seemed bright and not glaring, how he could see a future and not just a bleak present, how the throbbing ache of fear and despair had gone. Hudson had called the main bridge crew to the wardroom after he had quickly debriefed the team from the base. He carefully told them what happened, refusing to avoid anything. They deserved know what Lucas had done. He didn't know how they would have handled it, if it hadn't been on the back of the news that he was going to be all right. Their joy over that dimmed the pain they felt for what they had all gone through and, more particularly, what he must have gone through over the last few weeks. They had been horrified, shocked, but the unexpected joy of finding him alive, quickly reasserted itself, as they laughed in relief for the first time in weeks, grinning stupidly at each other, then laughing again. Over the next few days, as their initial joy dimmed, they thought about what Hudson had told them with new awareness and new pain, as a new fear of how he could cope with something like this sprang up in place of the old one. copyright E.Casale 1997 ---------------------------------------- seaQuest-ff-request@stgenesis.org Subject: unsubscribe Resent-date: Fri, 05 Dec 1997 13:43:33 -0600 (CST) Date: Fri, 05 Dec 1997 13:30:06 -0600 (CST) Resent-from: seaQuest-ff-request@escapenet.org From: Silvia Casale Subject: (sQ-ff) The Minstrel Boy- Parts 10 A and B Resent-sender: seaQuest-ff-request@escapenet.org X-Sender: silvia.casale@pop-3.ukonline.co.uk To: seaquest-ff@escapenet.org Reply-to: seaQuest-ff@escapenet.org X-Mailer: Windows Eudora Light Version 1.5.4 (16) X-Mailing-List: archive/latest/655 X-Loop: seaQuest-ff@stgenesis.org This is for Saturday, today and Sunday with part 9c before the lists close for the weekend, hope you enjoy! Alexi Copyright E.Casale 1997 The next day they started work rebuilding the fighter. Hudson had been reluctant at first, but Lucas had insisted that it was something that he needed to do, besides it being stupid to waste such a good design, when they knew it worked. And it did mean that they could change a few things, which they had realised, with hindsight, could have been better, including adding weapons. When they had finally finished the work, the team gradually left, tired after the hard days of work. Lucas stayed behind when they had gone. Kimura came up and sat down beside him. " Are you sure you want to do this? No one's going to think twice about it if you don't want to. No one will think less of you at all," she said gravely. He blinked with surprise that she had realised what he was thinking. He hadn't told anyone yet. He had been waiting to find out if he was going to back out at the last minute. He shook his head. " I'm sorry. I guess I'm kind of hogging her all to myself, but I do want to do this." " Then I respect your decision," she replied. He looked at her and smiled. " I know. Thank you. And thank you for accepting my decision the other time. It meant a lot. It means a lot." She smiled back at him and left. Then he turned to the computer, typing in his passwords and then setting to work. It should have only taken a few minutes, but somehow it took longer, as his fingers stumbled over the keys and he found himself leaning forward on the monitor, breathing slowly to counter the waves of fear and the memories that this was bringing back. But if he could not do this, he would never be able to put himself in any situation where there might be a risk. This would prove he could do it, conclusively, and show that he would be all right. Still for several minutes he paused, waiting to finish and then sat back crying silently, with his arms wrapped round himself for comfort. There were two things he could do: give up or carry on. He wasn't going to give up now and let them win. So the only other thing he could do, was somehow draw something good from it all. The one thing that he could find from it was a new confidence and pride in himself. He had done something wonderful and brave and it proved that he had worth, which he had had trouble believing in, with any confidence, before. Partly what had got him through it, was not letting them make him angry. If he had been angry, he would have come out of it bitter and cynical. But in the middle of it all, he had talked to someone and seen a glimpse of his life, been reassured beyond measure, by a simple act of kindness, that not everyone was like that. He could only focus on the fact if he gave in now, they would win. It was over and he was alive. He just had to use it and make sure he grew stronger from it. Learning from it was the only thing to do that could give it some sort of meaning. Finally he sat up and typed in the last codes. " Encryption completed." Then he sighed, turned off the machine and left. In the morning, he made his way down to the wardroom, where they were meeting to discuss what tests they would repeat and how to run the simulations safely. He still felt a low level fear in his stomach, but today he was fresh and determined. The thing he had to worry about first, was what everyone else would think. " So the Saratoga has been cleared, to watch our backs, while we do this. They would just be sitting around in any case, if they didn't." The sub in question was the equivalent of 'Air Force' one, in the sea, and had just delivered the joint Chiefs of Staff for the trial, as it drew to a close. " We'll have the spectres out as well, just in case. Do you want to change anything about the rest of the simulation?" " No." This wasn't going to be easy. They were being very ancy about anything that was similar or the same as the last tests. " That's fine. And after that we can move on to the dogfight." " Good. Any questions?" Hudson looked around, but everyone seemed satisfied with the precautions, though still nervous about the whole idea. " Well, then. Let's not waste time. How long before you can have her ready for launch?" Lucas swallowed; they still hadn't realised. " I should be ready in about fifteen." The room went very still and quiet. Kimura gave him a quick smile of encouragement. " You mean Commander Kimura or whoever from your team you picked," Ford said carefully. " No. I meant me." " You can't be serious! How can you even think about doing this..." Ford exploded. " We've got lots of safety precautions, right? Or is it still not safe enough, because if that's the case we should call it off," he replied irritably in his tenseness. " You're crazy to even think about doing this! We could never let you..." " Commander, I'm in charge of this project and I designed the damn thing! I think I have a right to test it, if I choose! I do not need you to protect me! And besides I want to do this. I need to be able to prove to myself that I can handle this. If I can't, then I can't hope to be able to stay here and work effectively." " There are other ways of proving that, Lieutenant. And maybe it's too soon. In this case, the Commander is right," Hudson said meditatively. " I'm going to have to do something that means that I'm at risk, sometime in my life and I think that, actually, this is as safe as it's going to get. And I think I can decide for myself when I'm ready to do something. Nothing is going to happen and I'm going to be there and see that it doesn't and then I'm going to know that I can get on with my life. If I'm heading up the team, I'm the one who has to make this choice and I've made it. If you have problems with it, that's your business not mine. I will not sit around and halt my life because you seem to think I should. I need your support not your protection, not your trying to hold me back because you can't cope with it!" He had risen slightly, shouting, and he sat down again now, waiting, angry at them. " I'm not a child and I don't want to be treated like one. According to the UEO, I'm an officer and I want you to respect my decisions, like you would with everyone else. What more do I have to do to prove myself to you?" He took a deep breath. " I'm tired of having this conversation." He couldn't care less that he had just had it in the wardroom, with all of them, and that he was not being military or professional. It was about time he said it and they accepted it. " Well, if no one is going to argue with me any more, I'll go and get ready." In any other circumstances Hudson would have killed him for an out burst like that. " Good Luck, Lieutenant," he called, as Lucas left. " You're cleared for launch," Ford's voice came across the PAL as he took one last, deep breath before the fighter lifted up and out of the boat. For a moment he panicked, but nothing happened and he swallowed hard. " OK. I'm clear." " Shutting off sensors in thirty seconds to start simulation." There was a pause. " Good Luck," Ford said and then they both cut communication links. He was astonished that his hands were not shaking. He felt as if he were about to be sick, but somehow it was just nerves, rather than the fear as he had expected. It did not seem real, almost as though he were watching someone totally disconnected from himself. He looked down at his watch and powered up the engines. Three....two... The exhilaration of the craft's graceful movements soothed him as he picked up speed through the clear water, engaging the stealth functions. Still nothing happened. He dipped the fighter into a trench and then pulled round, past Kimura's spectre and off into the dark water. " Sensors on. Find that fighter," Hudson ordered, tensely. " Yes, Sir." They all set to work looking, typing fast, repositioning the WSKRS, doing different sweeps and scans for water disturbance, heat levels. " Well?" " We've got a pod of porpoises on our right," Tim looked over, grinning. " No fighter." " Find it," Hudson ordered. He knew he had taken precautions. The area could not be safer, but he could feel the anxiety in all of them. Nothing could go wrong this time. It must not! He knew he was being illogical, but the memories were hard to get past and he knew he would not be able to relax and enjoy the tests as a challenging game, until he knew where the fighter was. " There's nothing out there, Sir," Henderson told him, searching the data on her screen. " Keep looking." He dipped the fighter down into the trenches again, making a slow loop back towards the boat, watching the signals, that were their searches and scans, on his sensors and responding to them. The spectres were three little green dots on the screen off to his left, as the walls flew past. He'd forgotten how much he loved the feeling of speed, the skill of handling a craft at that velocity. It was a challenge. He slowed and took the fighter down to the sea bed, skimming across it, only a few metres above the surface. There was little sand on the rocks, so he need not fear their sensors picking up a rising cloud where he passed. He hit the key to change the colouring of the craft: the paint was heat sensitive to the small warming devices under the armouring. He held the fighter still on the top of a ridge, looking down into the valley over which the boat was moving slowly. The three spectres were on the opposite side. Slowly he edged the fighter off the cliff and let it glide down steeply and then along the bottom, picking up speed and setting his target. 150...170...190... They would see him in a few moments, but by that time he would be too close for them to react in time. At the last moment, he pulled the craft up off the bottom and fired, flipping it over the top of the boat and then turning back, away from the spectres, increasing speed and slowly rising until he was just below the surface and then he checked to see what damage he had caused. " Fighter dead ahead ... firing..." Henderson gasped in one breath. " Direct hit to engineering decks, Sir," she grinned. " Target weapons..." " I can't, Sir. We lost it." " What do you mean you lost it? It just fired on us. It must be there!" Ford exclaimed, leaning over her shoulder to check the information for himself. " Well?" Hudson asked with amusement in his voice. He could relax now- more or less. Ford shook his head. " It's gone. How did it get so close without us even knowing?" he asked. " We never even got a chance to fire intercepts or move out of the way!" " I'm rather interested in that question myself, Commander. Now, let's see if we can find it, before we're destroyed for the second time today by one test subfighter. Get the spectres out on a patrol pattern." He moved the fighter back towards the boat, only five metres below the surface. He would have gone higher, but then he would have risked buffeting by the troughs of the waves. " What to target this time?" he muttered to himself, as he approached for the second pass and dived. He could have fired from where he was, but that would have meant that they would have been aware of him sooner, this way he was inside the response time and weapons parameters, before they even knew. They had the simulation data up on the main screen now, as the alarms started signalling proximity and weapons fire. The clamour died down after a few seconds, the warnings too late. " Sir, rear propulsion is out. Hull breech in three decks. We're dead in the water. And I can't find the fighter." Hudson frowned, not sure whether to simply be impressed or terrified by their inability to respond. He was certainly glad that this was their design. The fighter was lying on the bottom, below them, its pilot laughing. Had they had enough? One, more pass, he promised himself. Besides, he needed a chance to take on the subfighter. He would make sure this one was impressive. He adjusted the targeting, as it was pulling slightly to the left, but only by a tiny margin. It was already set to take account of water pressure, currents, temperature and movement of the target. Then he reset the target, powered up the engines and lifted the fighter straight up, into their path firing. And then sweeping down behind the first spectre as his craft appeared on their sensors. The spectre started forward wildly, breaking sharply to the right, but he had already fired, quickly U- turning to move in behind the second as it swerved in his path, to avoid him. For a while he chased it, suddenly throwing the fighter up and over it, flipping the fighter over and firing as he approached it head on and then diving, to pass just beneath it, and then up over Kimura's spectre, as she came in on Brody's tail. The alarms wailed for a moment, the crew scrambling frantically. " Fighter bearing off to the right and engaging with spectre 1." " Damage report." " Direct hit to the bridge, Sir." " Can we assist the spectres?" " No, Sir. We wouldn't be able to guarantee not hitting our own. They're moving too fast." The simulation beeped again loudly, new data flashing up on the screen. " Permission to return to the boat, Sir," Tony's voice came across. " I'm dead." " Permission granted." Hudson shook his head. " Where are the other two spectres?" " Fighter is engaged with spectre two, Commander Kimura is moving into position behind to assist..." she blinked at what she saw on her screen. " Er... Spectre two is down, Sir." " Had enough, Captain?" a cheerful voice came across the comms link, after a quick crackle of static, as he reactivated the link. " I think it's safe to say we surrender. We're dead anyway," he added, sighing. " Come on back and tell us how the hell that thing works, because unless it's as good as it seems, it means that the UEO's best just got killed three times by one subfighter and I'm not too sure how pleased Secretary McGath would be with that news." " I owe you for that!" Brody said, as they met in the docking bay. Lucas ran his hand through his hair, having taken off helmet for the fighter, grinning as Kimura came towards them and stood before him with her arms crossed. " I'm not letting you take her out again before you give me a go," she said and they laughed, delighted that their hard work had paid and also in relief. It had been a success and an important test in more ways than one; each time he proved to himself that he could cope, it gave him strength to try harder and achieve more. " So a single fighter- a prototype, single test fighter- had seaQuest either badly damaged, dead in the water or completely down three times?" " And he took out two spectres," Kimura added. McGath blinked at them. " I just hope that this is a reflection of the fighter's ability and not something else," he said pointedly. " I will have my people analyse the data carefully, but I can assure you that if this thing is as good as it seems, we will go into production as soon as we can finish testing and get approval. This is highly impressive. Good work," he added and cut the link. " Well, I'd say that was an unqualified success," Hudson said, turning back from the view screen. " The stealth capabilities and the speed of that thing are incredible. I can see how it might look like it was just our incompetence! Now, I think it's time you went and celebrated. Tell the rest of the team the good news. Dismissed." Kimura and Lucas got up, still alight with excitement and success. "Congratulations," Hudson said, his tone conveying the deeper meaning in the words. " That was a very impressive performance out there and I think it just confirmed what we knew already." Copyright E.Casale 1997 ---------------------------------------- seaQuest-ff-request@stgenesis.org Subject: unsubscribe Resent-date: Fri, 05 Dec 1997 13:43:35 -0600 (CST) Date: Fri, 05 Dec 1997 13:31:37 -0600 (CST) Resent-from: seaQuest-ff-request@escapenet.org From: Silvia Casale Subject: (sQ-ff) The Minstrel Boy - Part 10AAAAA(read first!!) Resent-sender: seaQuest-ff-request@escapenet.org X-Sender: silvia.casale@pop-3.ukonline.co.uk To: seaquest-ff@escapenet.org Reply-to: seaQuest-ff@escapenet.org X-Mailer: Windows Eudora Light Version 1.5.4 (16) X-Mailing-List: archive/latest/656 X-Loop: seaQuest-ff@stgenesis.org sugar, very sugar- this is actually part 10 A and the other is B and C- I didn't mean to send it all out but never mind. Copyright E.Casale 1997 Chapter 10 When Lucas woke first, he was aware only that it was comfortable and warm where he was. He opened his eyes slowly, still very tired, blinking up at the ceiling. Then he saw a movement on his right and looked across to see Bridger sitting by the bed, watching him with a strange expression of uncertainty in his face. Lucas stared at him silently for a while and then smiled softly and closed his eyes again, to sleep. The second time he woke, Bridger was still sitting beside him, waiting for him to wake up. Lucas looked over at him and shifted carefully. " How long has it been?" he asked quietly, his voice sounding strange. " Three days," Bridger told him gently, still with the same odd expression on his face. Lucas reached up his hand slowly and brushed his hair off his face. " Is something wrong?" he asked confused. Bridger stared down at him. " I'm so sorry," he whispered at last. Lucas frowned at him with an effort to focus and then slowly smiled again. " There was nothing you could have done. I was just glad that it happened the way around that it did. I made a choice- me, not you. The rest of it was them." " I would have betrayed everything that we believed in." " For me. I couldn't let you do that but... if it had been the other way around, I don't know what I would have done. I just couldn't let that happen because of me, for either of us. But it's not your fault and I don't blame you. There's no reason to." He sighed. " Really." He closed his eyes again. " I'm sorry, I need to sleep again," he muttered, already drifting. " Just don't feel guilty about it." He looked up again briefly. " And try getting some sleep yourself," he added, before he closed his eyes again. Bridger watched him for a while after that, deeply moved by his trust and understanding. He would make sure that from now on he paid this faith back by his actions, would make sure he deserved it. So long as Lucas was alive and could forgive him, he could move on and change things. But the thing that most amazed him was, that in Lucas' eyes, there had been nothing to forgive. The next time Lucas woke the tiredness, that had been a haze, pushing him back towards sleep, had lifted and he shifted his weight carefully onto his other side, stiff from being in the same position for so long. This time it was Hudson sitting beside the bed, watching him carefully. He had found himself with the task of writing a second set of letters to the boy's parents to contradict what the first set said. They had been difficult letters to write. How should he explain that he'd been wrong when he'd said their son was dead? It would have been a nearly impossible task, apart from the fact that he still couldn't get through to them in person, and there had never been any message back. There wouldn't be this time either, and he doubted if they would even bother to contact him, to see if their son was all right. He was glad that Lucas wouldn't realise about that. After all this, it would have been devastating, it would have been devastating in any case. How could they be so callous, so cruel? How could they, of all people, not care, when everyone else who even knew him, did? He didn't claim to be an expert in family psychology, but it made no sense. Lucas was someone it was easy to care about, but the two people who should have cared the most, didn't seem to care at all. He had been very saddened by it all and, though he knew Lucas couldn't possibly know, he felt he should be with him so that he wasn't alone. " How are you feeling?" he asked uncomfortably. " Still tired and a bit not-quite-there." " That's because of the pain killers," Perry said, coming in and checking his pulse. She nodded, pleased as she counted it off against her watch. " Try and sleep again in a few minutes." " I've been sleeping for days," he objected. " Well, you can sleep for a few more," she said grinning. She looked across at Hudson. " It's a good sign when they start an attitude attitude, but I tend to find myself feeling like knocking them unconscious again. Make sure he sleeps," she repeated as she left. " Where are we now?" Lucas looked across at him. " Back patrolling the border by the UEO base." " The trial..." Lucas opened his eyes wide. " What happened?" Hudson smiled. " Well, something like this takes longer than a few weeks, but yes, it's going well. The Attorney General is certain that we will get a conviction, but for it to really count, we have to let the trial take however long it takes, and Howard's lawyers are dragging it out as much as they can. Luckily, the judge doesn't have much patience and the jury need to get back to their families and duties eventually, so they won't be able to prolong it indefinitely." " Do they still need me to testify?" " No. The recorded statements were enough. Besides, I don't think Dr. Perry is going to let you out of here for any reason for a few days at least." He turned away for a moment. " You'd better get some sleep before Dr.Perry comes back," he said abruptly and left. Lucas sighed and turned over carefully. There was a quiet knock at the door. " Dr.Perry said I could come in." Tony stood nervously in the doorway. Lucas rolled over again. " Yeah. Just don't tell me to go back to sleep," he grinned. Tony looked at him uncomfortably. " I'm sorry about what I said about... when I got mad with you about Kimura and Tim," he said finally, and then sighed relieved, still tense, waiting for his friend's answer. " I am so fed up of everyone apologising," Lucas said irritably and then smiled. " Sorry. I'm still pretty tired." " Should I..." " No. I'm also fed up of sleeping." Tony crossed over and sat nervously on the edge of the chair. " Tony, will you just relax or something!" he asked, rolling his eyes. His friend looked at him seriously. " I don't know what to say," he admitted slowly. " I mean about what happened and..." he coughed. " Is there something I shouldn't say or..." He looked away awkwardly. " I'm sorry, I'm not being exactly supportive here. I just don't know how to act. I can't even think about... what Hudson told us without feeling sick." He looked away quickly," Shit! that came out wrong. I don't mean... I can't even imagine surviving that and I just don't know how... I think what you did was really incredible," he said at last. He looked at Lucas worriedly. " I just wanted you to know that." " Tony, did something happen... ? I mean..." Tony looked at him silently and then swallowed, replying with difficult and pain at the memory. " They told us you were dead," he said finally. " I thought I was going crazy. So did everyone else. I, um, I never had a friend I could really trust before- you know, trust about advice and to not get me into trouble or let me get into trouble. I never thought I'd miss someone bugging me to get my stuff off the floor." He stared at the floor now, scuffing his boot along it. " I didn't have anyone I could talk to. I ended up asking Hudson if I could call my family." He smiled. " My parents are still fighting like they always did. My sister, she looks great, and the kids are grown up. Angela's married." He shook his head and finally sat back down. " I'm probably boring you to death here, as usual." He grinned more easily this time. " No, I'm really glad for you. Thanks for telling me," Lucas said, smiling tiredly. " I'm sorry. Don't take this the wrong way, but I can't stay awake. Perry's given me all these drugs and I can't seem to stay awake for more than two minutes." " You start sharing your heart with them and they go to sleep," Tony grinned. " I'm cut to the quick," he said dramatically and got up. " Just don't expect me to tuck you in! I guess I'd better let you sleep, then." " Yeah," muttered Lucas, already closing his eyes. Lucas spent the next few days sleeping, most of the time. When he woke, though there was nearly always someone there. When Bridger could see that Lucas was all right, he left to go back to his house, for the week or so of thinking, that he had had interrupted. It was about a week after Lucas had returned, when he work in the night, in complete panic, not knowing whether he was, for a moment thinking he was back on the base. For moment he lay there in terror, trying to calm himself. He waited but the panic didn't subside. He pushed back the covers and sat up slowly, then stood leaning hard on the foot of the bed and stumbled to the doorway. The room beyond was empty. It was never empty. He started breathing hard, making for the door and looking down the corridor. Where was everyone? He started slowly down the corridor, but after a few metres the feverish strength started to give out and he leant heavily back against the wall for support, suddenly exhausted. He heard someone coming down the corridor towards him and he looked up in fear, relaxing limply and nearly collapsing with relief, when he saw Hudson running towards him. " What is going on?" Hudson asked worriedly, wrapping an arm around him and supporting him as he lead him back to medbay. " What the hell are you doing up and wandering about?" he asked angrily, as they reached medbay again and he lowered him back onto the bed, calling for a doctor. Lucas sat back against the wall at the head of the bed. " I thought... I thought I was back in the prison and I was just imagining everything. I wanted to check that I could walk out if I wanted to," he said tiredly. He shifted uncomfortably, embarrassed, expecting to see Hudson looking impatient, angry or even disdainful, not staring away with a look, almost of pain, on his face. " I should never have allowed those tests while the trial was still going on!" he said vehemently. Lucas looked at his back in surprise. " Why does everyone keep apologising for no reason?" Lucas asked confused, sighing tiredly. Hudson turned back to him. "I should have been more careful, I should have known better," he cursed furiously. "If I hadn't let you go out there, none of this would have happened." " Why does everyone want me to be angry with them and blame them? If it hadn't happened over the tests, Reggs would have waited for something else. It's what we discussed before, when Howard was first arrested. I can't hide for ever and that means that there are risks. I chose to go out there. I designed the tests, I told you to turn off the sensors." He sighed. " I don't blame you and I'm not angry. I'm only angry that you don't seem to want to accept that it was my choice, just as much as anyone else's, and that you think that you are the only one who could have done things differently!" he snapped angrily, too tired to care. Hudson stared at him in surprise, recognising that Lucas was right and that he was only making things worse by his attitude. Dr.Perry ran in at that point and bent over Lucas, worriedly. "What happened," she asked quickly, checking his pulse and pushing his damp hair off his forehead. " I found him wandering about the corridors," Hudson replied. " I had a dream and I was confused," Lucas sighed, briefly opening his eyes again to give her a quick smile. " Lie down," she ordered checking his bandages, sighing with relief. " You're lucky you didn't rip any of the stitches. I'm going to give you some more pain killers now and then I want you to rest, not that I think that'll be a problem. I'll make sure that there's someone around, so that this doesn't happen again. If you're confused, just call and someone will come and explain things or fetch me. OK?" " Uhuh," he murmured sleepily. He was asleep before she had even given him the injection. She looked up at Hudson. " He's all right. Things like this are only what you'd expect. He's doing very well. He hasn't withdrawn, like I've seen people do. He's tired and needs a lot of sleep, but that is partly the pain killers. I just want to make sure he's comfortable. Don't worry about him sleeping more than he should." Hudson nodded. " If there's anything else... if he's confused or anything, can you tell me?" Perry nodded. " If he wants to talk, I won't be able to tell you what he says, but I'll be able to tell you how he's doing. With things like this, it's just as much the mental as the physical damage that you have to worry about. But he seems to be coping well," she insisted. " We'll just have to see." Hudson looked up, as there was a knock at his door. " Come in!" he called, putting down his paperwork, welcoming the interruption. He sat up in surprise, when Lucas walked in carefully. Perry had let him get up that day for the first time after another week of sleeping and resting and he was glad at the reduction in the painkillers, meaning that he could actually stay awake through a conversation. " I can come back later, if you're busy," he suggested. " No. It's fine. Sit down," Hudson said, clearing the papers into a pile. " I've talked to Dr. Perry about it and I want to go back on duty as soon as she says I can." Hudson looked at him in astonishment. " Are you sure you don't want to take some time...?" " No," Lucas interrupted. " I need to get on with my life and getting back on duty is one of the things I can do mostly easily. Everyone keeps treating me like I'm about to fall apart into a million pieces. They stop in the middle of conversations and get uneasy with me. It seems like it's everyone else that's having the problem with what happened, not me. Captain, I didn't survive all that time to give up and die afterwards. If I was going to do that, I might as well have done it before and saved myself a lot of pain in the process," he said bluntly. " I'll be damned if I let it beat me now, when it's over, and I'm not going to let how it affects everyone else get in my way. Of course it changed me, but not who I really am. Nothing that they could do could change that, unless I let them or I gave in. I didn't do that and I'm not going to now." Hudson was amazed by his determination and courage, but he was right. If he could survive those three weeks, this was the wrong time to quit. " But I need your help. I'm not going to just be able to forget about it. I wouldn't want to try. I'm going to have problems and I might not be able to function as well as I might, for a while. If that's not good enough, I want to know. I will do my best, but I can't promise what I don't know I'll be able to do. If you don't want me on duty because you think that I'll put the boat or the crew or anything that we're doing in danger, then I want you to tell me, but at least give me the chance to try." He stopped and sat back waiting for Hudson's response, almost challenging him. Hudson nodded slowly. " When Dr. Perry says you're ready, and only then on the agreement that you do what she says, if she tells you to rest or take days off." Lucas nodded eagerly. " Thank you." He got up to leave. " You'll just have to be patient with the rest of us. We have to get used to the idea that you're all right," Hudson said behind him. He turned around and smiled before leaving. He welcomed getting back on duty, though Perry wouldn't let him do full shifts. Gradually his friends relaxed and started to stop treading on egg shells around him, realising that he hadn't suddenly changed from the person they knew. The trial was still going well and nothing more had been heard from the section seven team. The Macronesians never complained to the UEO about the incident with Rowley's sub, as they had threatened. No action was taken over it at all, as they knew that they would only be left with egg on their faces, when the reason for the rescue mission came out. The UEO operative was quickly promoted to assume a position as second in command under the new head of the base. Reggs and Stark had been killed and their deaths weren't dwelt on, but simply acknowledged by those involved, and this is what they both would have minded the most. Lucas didn't forget what had happened and it wasn't an easy time, but everyone was patient with him, through the few times when it became obvious that there was a problem. Several of the times, he was simply irritable from tiredness and ended up having to take a day off. Once he nearly fell asleep on the bridge. Most of time he coped. Instead of nightmares, he found himself, waking up and thinking he was back in the base. The memories were most vivid, when he was still fresh from sleep. The first time it happened, he lay shivering with dread, staring into the darkness. After a while, when he was still afraid, he called out softly. " Tony?" " Huh," Tony grunted sleepily and then rolled over, hearing a strange note in his friend's voice. " You OK?" he called, getting up as Lucas stumbled over to the light switch and blinked at the room in confusion, sinking down on to the floor in relief, when he realised where he was. " Sorry," he whispered shakily. " It's OK." Tony sat down watching him. " You OK? Should I call Dr Perry or something." Lucas shook his head. " Just give me a minute," he said quietly as he slowly pushed back the memories. " Sorry I woke you up," he said again, his voice very tired. " What happened?" " I thought I was back at the base," he swallowed. " I'm OK. I was just confused when I woke up." He stood up and climbed back up on to his bunk. " Just make sure you get me up sooner next time," Tony said smiling. " I'll leave the light on for a bit." " Thanks," Lucas smiled at him gratefully and settled back to sleep. Copyright E.Casale 1997 ---------------------------------------- seaQuest-ff-request@stgenesis.org Subject: unsubscribe Resent-date: Fri, 05 Dec 1997 14:07:34 -0600 (CST) Date: Fri, 05 Dec 1997 14:03:20 -0600 (CST) Resent-from: sq-chat-request@escapenet.org From: Leigh Gaffney Subject: (sQ-chat) ADMIN: LIST DOWNTIME - 3 Hours Resent-sender: sq-chat-request@escapenet.org To: jag@stgenesis.org, eds@stgenesis.org, trektalk@stgenesis.org, seaQuest@stgenesis.org, seaQuest-ff@stgenesis.org, sq-chat@stgenesis.org, sq-ff-adult@stgenesis.org, managers@stgenesis.org, earth2@stgenesis.org, escape@stgenesis.org, escaped@stgenesis.org, outage@stgenesis.org, 57th-l@stgenesis.org, TRIFC@stgenesis.org, UtJazzFanzz@stgenesis.org, andy-talk@stgenesis.org, bawx@stgenesis.org, doctors-exchange@stgenesis.org, drwho@stgenesis.org, ekes@stgenesis.org, hz-list@stgenesis.org, ltjgmeg@stgenesis.org, jag-ff@stgenesis.org, mississippi@stgenesis.org, mmprfic@stgenesis.org, mmprlist@stgenesis.org, po5-ff@stgenesis.org, spaced@stgenesis.org, tattoo@stgenesis.org, winkie@stgenesis.org Cc: Aimee Dubuisson , Al , Andy , Angel , archer , Ruth Otway , AsmodeusB , Ben , Brat , Corey Quan , Escapenet's Voting Coordinator , Cravey , Druffy , Taylor Compren , Ehlers-Danlos National Foundation , EscapeNet Mailing Administrator , Eric Thacker , Saxonfrog , Ken German , Gnarph , gReNDaL , Grand Rapid's High School Band , Escapenet's HelpDesk , Henry Zektser , CgiMan , CGIN , CGIMan , Inga , Joat , Joe , EscapeNet's Kline Staff , Knave , "K. 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If you have any questions, please feel free to contact me at leigh@stgenesis.org (before the 3 hour mark ;p) |\ _,,,---,,_ Leigh "Wolenczak" /,`.-'`' -. ;-;;,_ Escapenet IRC Network |,4- ) )-,_..;\ ( `'-' http://www.escapenet.org '---''(_/--' `-'\_) "Two men walked into a bar. You'd think the second one would have seen it." ---------------------------------------- sq-chat-request@stgenesis.org Subject: unsubscribe Date: Thu, 11 Dec 1997 17:02:37 -0500 From: Sheffield <106611.2713@compuserve.com> Subject: [sQ-ff] Off topic question: SQ books Sender: Sheffield <106611.2713@compuserve.com> To: "INTERNET:seaquest-ff@stg" Delivered-to: mailing list seaquest-ff@stgenesis.org Mailing-List: contact seaquest-ff-help@stgenesis.org; run by ezmlm Help please! Does anyone have details (author, title, publisher, publication date and maybe ISBN no etc) for the spin off seaQuest novel(s) that I believe were published? If so, could you please e-mail me the details (privately so as not to clutter up the list)? If anyone in the UK has copies of any of the seaQuest novels they would be willing to lend me/sell me I would also be really grateful to hear from you as I would like to refer to these novels in an article I'm writing but my deadline is looming! Thanks Sheffield Date: Thu, 11 Dec 1997 15:51:29 -0600 From: Hal Freeman Subject: [sQ-ff] Opponents of Fire and Ice- 5/? To: seaQuest-ff@escapenet.org X-Mailer: Mozilla 4.01 [en] (Win95; U) Delivered-to: mailing list seaquest-ff@stgenesis.org Mailing-List: contact seaquest-ff-help@stgenesis.org; run by ezmlm X-Proc-type: 3 (Normal) I know that this is late. I know that you guys are probably going "Well, I'm just not gonna read it now." but please, please, please, read it. I will get the next part in much quicker I swear. It's been nuts around here and I've got midterms coming up. All I know is the navy stuff in American History, so I beg forgiveness and comments. Disclaimer Part 0 Part 5: At a Dangerous Distance [bleep]- signifies expletives. Sarah sits back heavily in her chair. She's been hacking files on herself for the past hour and she's tired. Her eyes droop for a moment and then she is gone. ***** *(Flashback)* Science Lab _Iceland Star_ Kraler is freshly drunk. That means inevitable doom for the science crew. However today he's got one person in mind to deal with: Sarah Faust. His reason: He's as drunk as the day is long. He doesn't need a reason therefore. Kraler marches over to Sarah who is frozen in fear. She knows what the smell of cognac means. Kraler You... He savagely grips her collar and tightens his hold. Sarah wants to turn her head from the man's horrible alcohol laced breath, but she can barely breathe, much less move her neck. Kraler You rat! You told Jakob to take Marie from me? Didn't you? You helped him didn't you? You're all rats. Dirty, lying, stealing, cheating rats! You're as bad as the daggers. One brave man, Gatlin, steps foward to defend not only Sarah, but his fellow GELFs' honor from Kralers drunken tongue. Gatlin Let her go sir, she didn't do nothin'! Kraler (sneering) So rats do look out for their own after all. Gatlin (attempting to restrain himself) Let her go. Sarah is trying to tell him to run away, but she's struggling to stay conscious. Kraler No. Kraler uses his right hand to wipe the floor with the GELF. That's all it takes when Kraler's drunk. ****** Faust's Quarters _SeaQuest_ Even in her sleep Sarah is haunted by Kraler. All of the things that he did to her and all of the things she saw him do come back to terrify her. Lucas hears Sarah's unconscious cursing and enters with out her permission. Lucas (shaking her gently) Sarah, Sarah Sarah No! Kraler let go! Let go! She's trahsing wildly in her sleep. Lucas (shaking harder) Sarah! Get up! Sarah! Sarah finally awakens to see a stunned Lucas standing over her. Sarah I'm okay. It was just a bad dream. Lucas stares at her knowing that it's more than that. Sarah Lucas, quit starin' at me. I'm fine. Lucas (trying to change subjects) Um, uh, we need you in the lab. There's been some new evidence on the explosion. It was a bomb. That's all it takes. Sarah's off in a flash, down the hall, up the corridors, in the maglev, out of the maglev, through the door, and she's made it in record time. Lucas comes in behind her, out of breath, how does she run that fast? Smith Good to see you here so quick. We need you to confirm this. Sarah What? Smith That we found bomb material. I don't trust my eyes or my math. Sarah Okay. Goes to microscope, looks, does math and knows that Wendy is right. Lucas does the same. Lucas It's a bomb alright. Smith How did somebody manage to get a bomb on the _SeaQuest_? Sarah Easy, they mailed it. Lucas Mailed it? Didn't anyone check it. Sarah Security gets sloppy, people are too proud to admit they screwed up. It happens. Lucas I almost get killed and your answer is 'It happens'! Sarah What do you want me to say. Panicking isn't going to do anything and neither is getting riled up. Lucas You're right. It's not. So what do we do? Sarah We find him, and we arrest the s.o.b. Lucas Do you plan on informing Bridger of this? Sarah Eventually. Lucas Eventually!?!?! Sarah I'm kidding. That's the first thing we do. He might just want to know that somebody tried to blow up his boat. Lucas (sarcastic) No, ya think? Sarah Could you repeat that? I don't speak fluent Idiot. Lucas growls and decides not to shoot back. ****** Lauren's Office, England. Lauren is listening patiently to Kraler, and Kraler is really trying that patience. Kraler Can you find someone who can get me on _SeaQuest_? Lauren What makes you think that I have those sorts of connections. Kraler You're that kind of woman. Lauren (getting miffed) Exactly what kind of woman are you implying? Kraler I dunno, if the shoe fits, wear it. Lauren You're really beginning to tick me off. You know what I could do to you? Kraler Depends on what I can do to you. Lauren How bad do want the _SeaQuest_? Kraler Bad. Lauren I've got a man, who knows a lady who can get you there. In fact, I'm going with you. Kraler Just couldn't resist it could you? Lauren I want to see you get your butt kicked by Bridger. I may find a few trinkets on the way. Kraler I didn't mean the material things. Lauren What makes you think that I see you as anything more than a worm, jellyfish. Kraler You're grinning, you never grin. Lauren The though of you getting caught by Bridger is just so...amusing. Kraler I know the UEO, I used to work for them. Lauren You mean get drunk for them and beat up their sailors. Kraler Ooh, nice way to turn the knife another 90 degrees. I don't regret what I've done. It doesn't hurt at all. Lauren Or does it? Kraler It doesn't. Lauren Nice rebuttal. Still a little sensitive about being a murderer? Kraler That girl had it coming. Lauren (mocking, condescending, insultingly) 22 with a kid and husband upworld. I don't know, your judgment might have been just a little off. Scotch does that do you, doesn't it sweetie? Kraler Shut up Lauren! Kraler is beginning to lose it. He won't lift his fist though, he's not making that mistake. Scotch may cause men to kill each other, but it doesn't do a thing for the aftermath. ****** *(Flashback)* Wardroom _Iceland Star_ Hannah Gartell is facing Kraler once and for all. She's seen what he's done to Sarah, to Gatlin, to everyone else and she's ticked. Gartell Captain Kraler, I am relieving you of command. Kraler On what grounds? Gartell Besides the fact that you almost killed Sarah Faust, you're drunk. Kraler Nobody takes by boat away from me! Gartell You can either step down or fight, sir. Kraler Is that a challenge? I will not step down, and if we should fight, I *will* kill you. Gartell Either give some up now, or lose it all later. Kraler Never! Gartell Fine then. Commander Welsh, sir. Welsh steps in the room with the cuffs in his hands, ready to lock Kraler in the brig and sober his butt up. Kraler You, I trusted you! Kraler goes straight for Welsh in a rancourous manner. The table in the room is kocked over and small objects begin to fly. Gartell steps back involuntarily. Soon Welsh finds that a drunk Kraler is a lot strong than he is. Gartell steps into help, and Kraler begins to fight her. Welsh runs to get help from the Lieutenant Commander and some officers. It's going to take a lot of them to take him down. Corridor out side of Wardromm _Iceland Star_ Sarah is tip-toeing down the hall hoping to get to mess hall with out Kraler seeing her and doing something to her. People are saying she's annorexic because she won't go out of her room to eat, she's not annorexic, she scared for her life. When your captain gets drunk and abusive, there's nothing you can do but hope that your commander has got the balls to relieve him of command. And if anyone with any authority to take care of is too scared to do anything then all rules are thrown out and it's basically every man for himself. She hears Gartell screaming horribly. Her screams equal if not surpass that of a banshee. Gartell NO! GET OFF ME! Sarah rushes into the Wardroom not caring what Kraler will do to her. Sure it's every man for himself, but nobody said what the women would do. Sarah Kraler! Get off her! Kraler Two birds with one stone. Sarah No, two stones, one birdbrain. Kraler doesn't care what the adolescent girl says he turns back to Gartell and all we hear is a sickening gargle and a pop of bones. Sarah's eyes are as wide as silver dollars, her heart is in her throat, and her knees are threatening to give way and buckle underneath her. Kraler first gets Sarah's arms and Sarah struggles to get free, then he trips her so that she's in a kneeling position and he's got her arms. Sarah gets smart and kicks him where the sun don't shine. Kraler OOPH! [bleep] that hurt! Aghh, [bleep] [bleep] [bleep]! Sarah You murderer!! MURDERER!! Sarah screams bloody murder (no pun intended) and luckily Welsh and four others are coming down the hall and they hear her. All of them know who's scream that is and they know what he'll do to her if they don't haul [bleep] to the wardroom. The door bursts open and they see Sarah being tackled by Kraler. Welsh fires a shot and gets Kraler in the shoulder. Kraler [Big Bleep] Sarah He killed Hannah! He killed Hannah! He killed her! He murdered her! Sarah's so confused and so overwhelmed that she doens't know what to do but sit there and scream that he killed somebody. She's never seen anyone killed before. She's never seen a dead body. Welsh Calm down. Sarah (calming down a little) He killed her, commander. He killed her. He killed Hannah. She looks over at Hannah. Sarah Is it true? Is she really...dead? Sarah is so lost and confused and scared. It's like she's dreaming a bad dream. Down the hall Kraler's wail can be heard clearly. Kraler I'LL GET YOU SARAH FAUST! I'LL KILL YOU! _I_ _WILL_ _KILL_ _YOU_!!!!! Sarah Oh God ****** Lab, _SeaQuest_ Sarah has been up and doing work now for about 12 hours. It's been a long shift. Sarah Lucas, hand me that, whatever it is... There's no response. Sarah doesn't look up. Sarah Lucas, hand me that vial. Sarah looks to see an exhausted Lucas asleep at the table. Poor kid lost it about two hours ago. Sarah decides to let it rest for the night. She gives a wry crooked smile. Sarah Wolenczak, get up. Lucas (in a pathetically sleepy voice, almost as if he'll start crying) No more Sarah, I'm too tired. Sarah (softening) No, no more work. Go to bed Lucas. We'll finish tomorrow. Lucas I'm too tired to move. Sarah C'mon, you've got to get up tomorrow. Lucas I can't. I'll just spend the night (yawn) here. Sarah very gently tugs at his arm and pulls him up. He uses her as a crutch and is sort of dragged to his quarters. Wolenczak's Quarters _SeaQuest_ Lucas hits the pillow and he's gone. Sarah stares at him for a moment trying to figure out if she loves him or if it's other things. She brushes his hai back from his face and leaves quietly with the stealth of a shadow. Lucas may not be long for the world, but she is. She goes back to the Lab to finish up so Lucas can sleep in tomorrow. TBC- Watch for a much quicker part 6 Date: Thu, 11 Dec 1997 11:45:46 +0000 From: Silvia Casale Subject: [sQ-ff] The Minstrel Boy - Part 11 ( END ) X-Sender: silvia.casale@pop-3.ukonline.co.uk To: seaquest-ff@escapenet.org X-Mailer: Windows Eudora Light Version 1.5.4 (16) Delivered-to: mailing list seaquest-ff@stgenesis.org Mailing-List: contact seaquest-ff-help@stgenesis.org; run by ezmlm copyright E.Casale 1997 Chapter 11 As soon as the team at HQ had seen the data, they had sent out a team to run through the trials and they were finished within a week. Three days after that, they started production of a set of the new fighters. They were all thrilled, but for the two main people involved it meant a lot more. To Lucas it meant that he could see again, how vital it had been for him not to disclose the codes. For Kimura, it was the thing that finally got her acceptance from the crew. The fighter was their project and she had helped design it, so they, some still grudgingly, had to admit respect for her and her ability to contribute to their team. It meant that she was now a part of the crew. She had not realised before how much she had minded about the looks and the laughter, how far she had had to bury herself- she had lived like that with the Chaodi, anyway. The idea of trying to drop her defences, was frightening, something she had rarely admitted, but more than that, she was no longer sure how to, they had become ingrained, a part of her; half the time she couldn't even tell that she was projecting those feelings, that pushed people away and made them uneasy with her, made them think her unapproachable. She didn't know how to chat like they did, what to say. She didn't understand their humour a lot of the time and she still hadn't adjusted to the freedom they enjoyed without realising how precious it was. She was not used to not feeling bitter the whole time and being surrounded by other bitter people, but by people with hope, people who looked to change what they did not like, to make themselves better. The concept of the individual did not count where she had come from. You were part of a unit, a group an attack force. You were part of your ship and the whole of the military. It was one unit, with one purpose, that was the Chaodi philosophy. Trying to think of who she was, was a terrifying concept. She had no idea where to begin, or what to look for, afraid that she would not find anything, or nothing that she wanted. She had heard people talking about letting others in, but she did not want to. They wouldn't like what they would see. It would scare them and shame her and they would hate her for what she really was. Maybe it was better that she just was not close to anyone, rather than letting someone get close enough to hate her, as they certainly would. " You should be happy," a voice behind her disturbed her thoughts. " Aren't you glad that your design is such a success?" Tim crossed over to her and leant against the side of the tank. She looked at him, her face blank, as she tried to read his expression. They had talked several times now, not really talked, like they used to. Maybe she was just fooling herself, but it did seem, like it was slightly easier each time, that they were both gradually becoming less stiff and less wary with each other. She would not have blamed him for not forgiving her, he still had not said anything about it, but he had forgiven her enough not to ignore her any more or look at her with such glaring hurt and hatred in his eyes. She wanted him to talk to her, to confide in her like he used to, to come to her for comfort when Hudson shouted or something went wrong, but he could not trust her. She had given him no reason to and every reason not to, to be too afraid to. If she wanted his trust back, she would have to earn it and the only way she could do that, was by putting herself in the same position as he was, where she was completely vulnerable to him, if he chose to hurt her. She had never let herself be put in that position, out of choice. She had never let anyone have control over her. What did she care about more: her pride in her self reliance or that her wish to no longer be like that? Her eyes flickered across to him. She was used to being cynical, but somehow she knew he would not hurt her if she placed herself in that position. No matter how angry he was, he was not cruel and she knew him better than to think that he would do anything against her. He understood too clearly how it felt. She wanted new things out of life, that she had always thought of with contempt and disdain, probably because they weren't options open to her. It was getting harder and harder being around people who did have those things and just watching. She had to do something to change that and she had to start some time. And this was the one person she knew she could trust. She just wished that she could say the same in the reverse. Well, she could change that too. What did she care about most? " It's not what I want any more," she said quietly and took a deep breath. Tony paused mid-sentence, his fork half way to his mouth. " What?" Brody asked, craning round to see what he was staring at, stopping himself as Tim and Kimura came in talking, smiling and then came over to join them. " You choke on something, Tony?" Tim asked, cheerfully. " Uhuh. I'm mean, yeah. Uh, we were just talking about the fighter..." Ford and Loni looked over at the group, laughing over the trials. " I think he definitely had a point," Ford said, smiling, picking up the thread of an old conversation. People would never cease to surprise you and prove you wrong in all your assumptions. Morale had risen sharply again as the first fighters were finished and training on them started. They continued to patrol aimlessly along the quiet border. In the last few weeks nothing had happened to require their help, so they waited as the trial progressed. " Lieutenant Wolenczak to the wardroom." The order came across the comms and Lucas got up, handing his station over to another crew member. He frowned as he hurried down the corridor. Why did Hudson want to see him? He couldn't think of a reason, couldn't think of anything that could have happened to go wrong. If it was something major he would have told the whole bridge. He knocked quickly on the door and entered as Hudson called him in. " Sit, down, Lieutenant. And don't look so worried." " Er... you wanted to see me...." he asked nervously. " It's good news. I thought you'd like to be the first to hear. Howard has been convicted and sentenced to serve multiple life sentences. The verdict was decided a few hours ago, but they held it over so that they could move him first. No one will know where he is. The press is having a field day. And I don't need to tell you how important this is to the UEO. It's our first main challenge to show that we won't accept that sort of corruption. Lieutenant?" "Huh?" Lucas looked up quickly. " I'm just... really glad," he said, sighing, not believing it fully, then he smiled. " I was just surprised that the GELF nation didn't demand the death penalty," Hudson commented. Lucas shook his head. " They wouldn't. They don't see that his death will do anything about their loss. It won't give anything back and it won't ease what they feel. It would just be pointless to them. They'd look on that as just as barbaric as what he did," he explained. The PAL chirped and Hudson reached over to turn it on. " Yes?" he asked, annoyed at the interruption. " There's an urgent message from General McGath, Sir." Hudson sighed. " Put it through." " Shall I..." Lucas got up to leave, as McGath appeared on the screen. " Howard's dead," he told them before Hudson could reply. " He hanged himself in his cell an hour after they arrived at the prison." Hudson glanced across at Lucas, who was staring at the wall. " In a way, it's almost better. Now we don't have to worry about people trying to get him out or his organising things and talking to the Macronesians from the prison. I just thought I should tell you before it's all over the news. I'll also have new orders for you tomorrow, so you can get away from this patrolling," he added and cut the link. " They didn't need to ask for the death penalty because they understand that there are worse things than that, like spending the rest of your life in a prison," lucas said softly. Days stretching out without hopem only despair, endless: boredom, silence, stillness, loneliness, trapped and cornered like an animal. Disdain from those around, looks of hatred and disgust, a criminal, a monster, no control over anything: can't walk somewhere else, can't eat when you want, can't see the sunlight when you need to. Echoing halls of nothing. No chance to talk to people, to love or be loved, to give or do anything, except follow the routine and watch your life pass before your eyes, day by day, all the same, all empty. A moment's resolution and a minute's absolute fear, simply a natural reaction of any threatened animal, completely subconscious, completely overwhelming. Even Howard, for all his pride and determination, would have felt it, unavoidably. Trying to enjoy every movement while you prepare, thinking, wondering with amazement at your own actions. Five minutes of pain to prepare and then... if you could. But without hope of anything, simply watching the years stretch out, knowing that nothing you could do would ever get you out of there, no second chances. Nothing. He could understand how Howard could kill himself. Several times he had thought about it in the prison as he waited between his trips to see Stark, but he hadn't had the chance. And he didn't think he could have, even if he were going to die anyway, even if he were going to die in pain. He had refused to give up and let them win without some hope he would never have been able to say 'no', but equally he couldn't just finish it while he still had that hope. He had tried to finally, but only because it had been the only thing he could do and he couldn't let his friends be betrayed because of him. " Howard was too proud to ever let that happen. He must have realised that, without Reggs or Andrews, he wasn't going to get out. For someone who's used to complete control and power, to not have it, even over his own life..." He was shocked that he was pleased, but he couldn't have felt safe with Howard alive. Besides, Howard understood what he would have been facing and he could well appreciate the choice. He just felt sad that anyone would be faced with it, but Howard had committed unbelievable atrocities. How did people get to be able to do that and live with themselves, be happy with themselves, even proud? Maybe suicide was the best option, but what did that say about the situation? "Do you think that McGath knew that anyway?" he asked, tiredly. " I don't know," Hudson replied truthfully. Lucas nodded. It was over and there was nothing more to do or that could be done. copyright E.Casale 1997 THE END Date: Wed, 10 Dec 1997 21:01:54 -0600 (CST) From: Leigh Gaffney Subject: Okee another list is back... To: seaquest-ff@stgenesis.org Delivered-to: mailing list seaquest-ff@stgenesis.org Mailing-List: contact seaquest-ff-help@stgenesis.org; run by ezmlm another bare bones list but it's back, I'll work out the details and extra's later. |\ _,,,---,,_ Leigh "Wolenczak" /,`.-'`' -. ;-;;,_ Escapenet IRC Network |,4- ) )-,_..;\ ( `'-' http://www.escapenet.org '---''(_/--' `-'\_) "Two men walked into a bar. You'd think the second one would have seen it." Date: Fri, 12 Dec 1997 21:09:56 -0500 From: Hazel & Phil Boyce Subject: [sQ-ff] The Remembering P10 To: seaquest-ff X-Mailer: Microsoft Internet Mail 4.70.1155 Delivered-to: mailing list seaquest-ff@stgenesis.org Mailing-List: contact seaquest-ff-help@stgenesis.org; run by ezmlm X-MSMail-Priority: Normal X-Proc-type: 3 Hope those of who are reading the story as we go along, are enjoying it. We would like to acknowledge the work of the UEO Gazette writers in this part. WE have alluded to the Gazette in this part as a journal read by the crew of SeaQuest. As always, disclaimers still apply. We notice Brody and Crocker talking with some of the crew. Ford, Henderson, Williams and Burns are listening to Crocker tell his `fantastic' tale of his first encounter with Chief Collins. Loni asks " Are you SURE that she `connected' -- maybe they just you know, pretended, to make her look good?" "Naw, I tell you she was as quick as lightening. She did it alright, and you know what? She was cold as ice when she did it. I don't ever want to be on her `bad' side that's for sure." Williams, a dark skinned male with fine bones and an inborn dignity speaks up, shaking his head " Well I heard she was Section Seven, so what is she doing here anyway? You've all heard what they are capable of. They are controlling and manipulative. I bet she's here to spy on us -- but why, for what? Because of our `trip'?" Silently adding to himself *Geez will they ever give up on that?* Ford leans forward across the table and whispers "She was a Second Lt. Can't figure out why'd she'd take a rank reduction just to get aboard SeaQuest. There has to be something else going on." Burns, who had also been on that fateful mission, was a tall limber ensign, with deep dark brown eyes and a constant optimism says: "Maybe she likes SeaQuest and is tired of all the crap Section Seven dishes out?" They all look at him and start laughing. Sheepisly Burns responds with "Well it could happen, maybe." "Yeh right", Loni responds " Once a Section Seven, always a Section Seven". Just then, Piccolo walks into the mess. It is obvious he is furious. He grabs a cup of coffee, takes a long drink and walks about the room, aimlessly. His friends watch him for a while and then become concerned -- this is not like Tony. Ford calls him over to the group. When Piccolo joins them, they take one look at him and fall silent. Finally Brody enquires: "What happened, some girl finally lay you out for your come on line?" Piccolo grimaces, "Well, not exactly." Not forthcoming, he does not continue. They all look at each other, becoming more and more curious, Piccolo has always been gregarious and loves to `talk', it is not like him to be reluctant to `spill the beans'. Ford realizes he is going to have to make him tell them what has happened. "Well Tony what did happen? Did this happen on your shift, a fellow crew member -- you know fighting is an actionable offence." "Ah, Commander, I really don't want to discuss this it was nothing , OK?" Hanging his head down and looking down into his cup. By now eveyone is intrigued -- Tony Piccolo doesn't want to discuss the fast spreading bruise on his cheek or the black eye? Ford decides this might be a disciplinary matter and has to be firm. "Tony I believe that I gave you an order" Pleading "Commander, please", Ford in his most assertive voice "Now Piccolo, -- Who Clobbered You and why?" "Geez, alright already." Sighing and gathering his thoughts Piccolo begins with: "I was down on engineering deck, working on the Maurders -- you know routine stuff. I'm under there tinkering around and I hear Dagwood talking. He was showing some chick around." Everyone grins -- they knew this had to involve a girl. As Tony continues they get concerned "Well I crawled out for a look -- you wouldn't believe it. This tiny little thing in an UEO uniform that's way to big, is standing right there discussing with Dagwood the sematics of the stinger -- you believe it?" he spreads his hands in a questioning gesture. "Dagwood, well he's just standin' there grinning at her, talking with her, askin' questions -- just like he understands all of it. Well I walk over to join them and I sort of put my hand on her shoulder well kind of, more like, slid my arm across her shoulder - you know a little `welcome aboard' type gesture and WOW! Bam!" "The next thing I know is I'm down on the floor with a shoe in my face, a knee in my side, my arm being twisted and Dagwood yelling "It's OK, it's OK, that's my friend Tony he's on our side." "Man, I still can't believe it! She didn't even apologise -- she just released my wrists *which he held up so that eveyone could see the ace bandage* "and took her foot off my face." "Dag picked me up, called a med team and she says to me "Never, touch me again" without cracking her face, and Dagwood just stood there grinning like a cheshire cat." They all look at Tony and grin -- they can't help it. Tony is outraged at their apparent lack of sympathy. "Geez, some friends you are -- it's not funny! My wrist is sprained, I got a couple of cracked ribs, a black eye and a headache that won't go away -- and all you lot can do is laugh at me!!" Loni reaches over and gives him a chaste hug, "Did Dr. Perry tell you to go lay down for a while Tony?" "Well yeh, even gave me a couple of pills, but I couldn't. You know what it's like, everything is all bubbly inside and I thought coffee would sort of calm me down. Used to when I was a kid" He looks at his empty coffee cup, trying to remember when he drank it and doesn't quite succeed. Burns stands and goes over to help Piccolo to his feet "Come on buddy, I'll take you to your quarters. When does Lucas get off duty, this guy shouldn't be alone for long?" "Lucas is off in about 15 minutes, about when your break is up." Ford tells him. As the two walk off, Piccolo turns back to the group "Commander, don't go telling the Captain or nothin', you know he can get real nasty and well she is just a little thing and well, don't OK, it's alright really, I quess I deserved it." The remaining friends are silent as the two leave. They look at each other in disbelief. Loni says "I don't believe it -- he wants to protect her even after what she did." Crocker is all but jumping out of his chair "See, see, I told you so, she's a time bomb waiting to explode! What are we going to do about this?" Brody has been real quiet throughout all this. He recalls an article Ford had shared with him about the war. Hudson thought it good to have them catch-up on what happend while they were gone. The article was about a Lt. Collins who had taken out terrorist about 2/3 years before for the Section Seven branch of the service. But it couldn't be her, could it? Nah. But then... "Jon, you remember that article you gave me last week the one in the "UEO Gazzette"? That one that talks about a Lt. that resolved a situation on Cary Isle with the hostages and terrorists?" Ford thinks for a moment "Yes, but that was a Lou Collins I'm sure of it -- whew, wish we had him for some of our missions. The article said that the terrorists had 3 top UEO officals and had held them for what, 4 days I believe and no-one had been able to even get close to the isle. The terrorists blew them out of the water. The UEO lost 4 subs, 3 crawlers and 18 men before Section Seven stepped in." Brody takes up the tale "Yeh, they dropped him like 8 miles out from the isle and he swam in under darkness, got on the isle and silently covered the land taking out each of the 5 terrorists one at a time - and did it all silently with only his hands, and a knife." " I'd sure like to meet him." he adds with admiration. Ford pipes up with "Bet it's her Dad." They look at each other and Williams asked "What happened to the hostages?" "Oh, he recovered them, a little worse for wear but alive. He sent flares out and a helicopter from Section Seven was there within 20 minutes to lift them out -- took 4 hours from the time they dropped him into the water 'til the flare shot up!" Ford stated. "Umm hello, I have someone new to show to you" *pointing to Collins* Dagwood then introduces the group to Collins, "This is Lt Henderson, Williams, and I think you know the others" pointing to each of them in turn he says their names "Commander Ford, Jim and Crocker" "Hi", "Hello", "Hi Chief" "have a seat" everyone chimes in with a reluctant response, not sure if they want to `socialize' with Section Seven. "Thanks, this boat is simply fantasic, better than I ever dreamed." Buttering a slice of bread Collins continues and in her excitment at being on SeaQuest doesn't register the reservedness of the group. "Engineering is fantastic and your whiskers are superb." Williams interrupts giving her a hard look and in a harsh strained voice he tells her "Yes, we heard you visited down there. Perhaps we should have a talk about who the enemey really is. Can't have you hurtin' all the crew now can we.?" Collins looks a bit confusd, not quite understanding where this hostiliy is coming from. Dagwood turns to a confused Collins and states "Tony". "Oh, I....." hanging her head Collins suddenly realizes that these people don't reallly like her or want her here. It was only because Dagwood had brought her across to the table that they had allowed her to sit down. Suddenly no longer hungry, Collins quietly says "I see, ah if you'll excuse me I need to check on my tactical supplies. Thank you for the tour Seaman Dagwood." she stands to leave. Loni notices Dagwood's confusion, and puts a hand on his arm to stall him saying anything to her, they really don't want her here, but Dagwood likes Collins and he tells her. "I will come to your cabin and take you to Captain Hudson at 2200hrs, OK Lou?" "Yes, that will be fine Dagwood." and she walks away. Dagwood watches her leave with sorrow in his face. He turns back to his friends -- who are staring open mouthed at Collins' retreating back. He had called her Lou -- could this be the `Lou' Collins they were just speaking of? Dagwood looks at Williams and in a tightly controlled voice he tells him: "Paul, why were you mean to her? She didn't mean to hurt Tony. She didn't like Section Seven -- it was an end to a means -- no, that's not right, a means to an end. She wants to --umm-- how'd she say it `put the past behind and get on with her life'. She wants to make friends and you were all mean to her. I don't like that -- she is MY Friend!" Dagwoods friends don't know how to respond to this outburst. Is Collins using and manipulating Dagwood? They all know that he takes `everyone' at face value. But what if they were wrong, could Collins have really wanted `out'? Williams realizes that has stepped over the mark with his comment and has not only offended Collins but upset Dagwood as well. He knows having Dagwood mad with you is not good, and things are shaping up to be that way with Collins. *Shit* he says to himself--"I'm sorry Dagwood I was way out of line. I won't treat her like that again, and I'll go and talk with her." As Williams begins to rise, Jim jumps up and says: "I'll go talk to her, I want to find out if she is the Lou Collins we think she is" as Jim walks away Dagwood calls to him: "You be nice to her now" Jim looks back and raises one eyebrow at Dagwood as if to say; *No-one, especially a small fry like her will get the best of James Brody.* He proceeds to the tactial storage room. To be continued... Copywrited by HB & KC boyce@tnet.com.au freek@acad.umm.maine.edu Oct. 1997 Date: Fri, 12 Dec 1997 14:00:19 -0500 From: Sheffield <106611.2713@compuserve.com> Subject: [sQ-ff] Question about books Sender: Sheffield <106611.2713@compuserve.com> To: "INTERNET:seaquest-ff@stg" Delivered-to: mailing list seaquest-ff@stgenesis.org Mailing-List: contact seaquest-ff-help@stgenesis.org; run by ezmlm Thank you to those people who e-mailed me the reply to my question: no need for anyone else to take the trouble, thanks (although I'd still be grateful to hear from any Brits with copies willing to lend short term!) Thanks again Sheffield Date: Sun, 14 Dec 1997 22:43:56 -0500 From: Kathy Wolenczak Subject: [sQ-ff] Does this thing work? (test) To: sQ fanfic list X-Mailer: Microsoft Internet Mail 4.70.1155 Delivered-to: mailing list seaquest-ff@stgenesis.org Mailing-List: contact seaquest-ff-help@stgenesis.org; run by ezmlm X-MSMail-Priority: Normal X-Proc-type: 3 Sorry... I know these messages are annoying but I'm really confused... K.W. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "The emotions that pour forth from your fingertips come from the neverending flow of love in your heart." -- Anon. Writer http://www.stgenesis.org/~kw/ kw@escapenet.org Date: Mon, 15 Dec 1997 13:25:29 -0500 From: Hazel & Phil Boyce Subject: [sQ-ff] The Remembering P11 To: SQ X-Mailer: Microsoft Internet Mail 4.70.1155 Delivered-to: mailing list seaquest-ff@stgenesis.org Mailing-List: contact seaquest-ff-help@stgenesis.org; run by ezmlm X-MSMail-Priority: Normal X-Proc-type: 3 ***PLEASE NOTE**** **Sections of this part contains graphic violence. Young adults may not want to read the following**. All disclaimers remain in force. All is quiet and eveyone is working at their assigned stations. Lucas is tinkering with some electonic equipment. We watch as Burns come onto the Bridge and speaks softly to Lucas who laughs and then suddenly sobers -- "You serious?" "Yes, he's shook up and sort of out of it, not acting like he normally does. Just keep an eye on him OK?" "Sure, I will, maybe Dagwood can watch him whilst I'm still here -- seen him?" "He is showing the new Chief around -- that's who did it by the way." "I'll have to catch up with them. I just got to meet someone who got the best of Tony." Burns goes to his station and everthing goes quiet again. Seaman Kerry comes onto the Bridge and asks, "Has anyone seen Dagwood. I need his help lifting in engineering, Hudson said I could commandeer him." Since Tim's shift is over he says "I'll find him and tell him to meet you down in engineering, OK?" "Thanks, that would be great." < Cut to the mess> Tim finds Dagwood down in the mess with Crocker, Williams and Loni. He explains Kerry's need and Dagwood trudges off to help. As Dagwood leaves the mess hall, a call for Ford and Brody to report to Hudson's wardroom comes across the intercom system. Tim grabs some coffee and a sandwich. Loni begins to tell Tim about Tony's `run-in' with Collins. As Crocker and Williams laugh at Loni's description of Tony flat on his back, with a shoe in his face, Tim shakes his head, trying to fight off the remembering... Ortiz screams out in pain as a Stormer presses his foot against him, pulling his right arm out of the socket, and bending it back for a break. "You will tell us what we want to know Captain Bridger, or this one will lose an arm or two," he adds with a sadistic smile. Bridger is being held by two Stormers whilst the third is torturing Ortiz. They were trying to get the codes to unlock the bridge and have complete control of SeaQuest. Discovering she was a member of the `Bridge' crew, they had tried to get them from Loni, but they had been unable to break her despite causing her to pass out several times as a result of the whippings. She had finally become so incoherent in her pain that it had not been worth their time pursuing the torture. The Stormers were so intent on getting Ortiz and Bridger to talk, that they did not notice when Tim woke up. Ortiz screaming, had jarred something in Tim. He was 'fed-up' with all this ugliness. *It had to stop.* Tim is slowly getting angry at the whole situation on Hyperion. Ortiz, his best friend screams again. Even in his dazed state, he knew Ortiz couldn't take much more of their torture. He frantically looked around for a weapon of some sort. He sees that the Stormers have carelessly laid their guns down to hold on to Bridger. Tim acts without thinking. Slowly he rolls himself to the back wall of the dirty floor where he has been lying, and inches his way against the wall towards the Stormers who are holding Bridger and the guns. Tim is momentarily halted as a scream pierces the air, followed by the crack of bone breaking as the Stormer finally takes Ortiz's arm one twist too far. Bridger begins to pull and fight, but is reprimanded by a punch into his solar plexus which doubles him over in pain. The Kraytacs begin to laugh at Ortiz's plight -- they enjoy inflicting pain. Ortiz lifts his head as the guard growls again "Tell us the codes for your boat, or I'll break the other arm.": Through his pain Ortiz looks blearily over to Bridger and sees Tim working his way around back of the Stormers -- he is not sure if this is hopeless or not but he tries to distract the Stormer anyway: "Ortiz, Miguel, Sensor Chief, UEO navy, serial # UE 119-73-4576A under the Prisoner of War law that is all I am required to give you." Smack across the face goes a hand -- sending Ortiz back against the floor again "Wrong answer!" Still gasping for air after the blow he had received Bridger speaks up: "Tobias was right, you are all stupid." This earns Bridger another blow to the solor plexus. Gasping and grabbing his stomach, Bridger continues with: "A sonar technian doesn't have that kind of information." The Stormer holding Ortiz ignors his gasps of pain and without releasing him, turns to Bridger. "Well, then that just leaves you, -- let's see how fast I can break that spirit of yours." Letting Ortiz go, the Stormer advances on Bridger just as Tim picks up the 2 guns and yells "Miguel" as he tosses him one. Tim then smashes the butt of the one he is holding against the back of the guard to Bridger's right. The Stormer to Bridger's left struck instantly and viciously at Bridger with what looked to be a knife, barely missing his stomach. Bridger grabbed the Stormer by the ridge on its head and jerked it's face down to meet the upward smash of Bridger's knee. The Stormer fell back, his face flowing with blood from a broken nose and smashed lips. Meanwhile, Ortiz's first shot went wild. He usually used his right arm, and was having trouble gaining control with the left. The Stormer that had broken his arm, turned and advanced confidently on him as he fumbled with the rifle. Finally, Ortiz managed to aim the gun right at the guards beltline and when he pressed the trigger the force of the shot knocked his feet from under him. Instantly, Ortiz rolled and shot again, coming up in a crouch and scanning the room for the next attack. The Stormer lay on the floor slowly bleeding to death. Tim brought his rifle to sight, aimed -- and for a moment time seemed to stand still......... he had never killed before. Then the rage and the fear took over as one of the Stormers recovered his wits and advanced towards Tim. He fired two....three.....four.. shots into the guard chest-high - glancing down the barrel as he pulled the trigger. The guard's face distorted in surprise and shock as his body jerked back with the impact. He fell and rolled over, clawing towards Tim, who had flattened himself back against the wall aiming to fire again. Tim watched the creature die with a sense of pleasure that made him feel ill at himself; to enjoy the death was somehow wrong. Bridger was still wrestling with the guard on the floor whilst Ortiz was breathing hard preparing to join in and give Bridger a hand as the door bursts open and more Stormers rush in. A deathly silence envelops the room as the sparks and yells die down and everyone awaits the next move. Tim looks around and see's that Bridger is down -- a strong blow delivered to the chin -- Ortiz is crouched low over a dying Stormer. There are four rifles pointed right at him and he concedes by dropping his weapon and holding up his hands. Ariel enters the cell. "What did you hope to gain by this little show?" Bridger stands, still breathing hard and states simply: "Freedom". Then Tim mutters under his breath "Your guards needed a taste of their own medicine." Ariel struts around Tim, looking him up and down with and evil grin. "You don't like to see your friends hurt, is that it? Are you willing to take their place? Do you have the information I need?" Tim merely stands and glares back her, ignoring her words. Ariel, turning to her men, "Take this one to the interrogation room and send for Spider." Looking about the room, she points to the guard that Ortiz has shot and orders "Kill him. And clean this mess up." The room is cold and dark, with only the illumination from a single light off centre of the room. There are various wires running about the walls and ceiling. The only furniture is a small table next to an archaic chair in the centre of the room and a cabinet against the back wall. Tim is sitting, strapped to the chair. It reminds him of the Electric Chair, that was used in the 19th century for executions. * At least it would be fast * he thinks to himself. Ariel is there, plus three others. They are talking quietly amongst themselves, when Bridger and Ortiz are brought in. They are pushed against the outside wall and manacled by their wrists and ankles. Ariel hopes that by making them `watch' the `interrogation' one of them would at least finally break and give her the information she needed. A tall, waif like figure in red enters the room. The others all edge back out of his way, as if afraid of any contact with him. The creature looks to Ariel, and with a slight nod to his head acknowledges her with: "You sent for me?" Ariel instructs: "This one in the chair, pointing to Tim "has information that we need." The creature walks over to Tim and prods various bruises, grinning as he discovers sore ribs and an assortment of lacerations. Finally satisfied, he goes back to the table, places a bag on it and extracts various implements. He then turns back to Tim and fixes a webbing on his body: his temples, arms, and upper thighs. Once finished, Spider steps back to view his handy work. Turning to Ariel he enquires: "Slowly or quickly?" An evil grin spreads across her face "Slowly of course." Spider bends and adjusts certain dials on the side of the chair, checks wires hanging down from the ceiling making sure the attachment to the chair is solid and then walks to the cabinet at the back of the room and flips a switch. Everyone can see the spark of the ghost white current as it travels down from the cabinet, along the base of the wall to the outside corner and up to the ceiling, slipping across the wire running from above Tim and heads down to the chair. First total fear and then resoluteness crosses Tim's face as he watches the current. He doesn't react as countless others in the past have. When the voltage hits him, he closes his eyes -- telling himself to think of home grabbing the arms of the chair and muttering "Father into your hands I commit my spirit" and vows not to give in. Finally, after what seemed like hours, the liquid fire leaves his body, as the switch is turned off. Tim sags and gasps for air. Areil walks over to Tim, grabs a handful of hair and lifting his face to hers, asks him: " Do you have anything you wish to say to us?" Tim shakes his head to clear his thoughts. He feels sick, faint and cold but he refuses to give out on his friends. He slowly looks up at Ariel and stares at her defiantly. Ariel turns to Spider and demands "AGAIN." This time as the current winds it way across the wires towards Tim, Spider speaks: "Watch the current flow closer and closer. Soon it will engulf you, it will burn in your veins. Tell us what we want to know and I will stop the pain." Tim cuts Spider's words from his mind and grits his teeth, trying to fight the burning within his body, *don't break, don't break, don't break* he repeats in his mind. Just as he thought he could hold on no-longer it abruptly stops again as Spider cuts the switch. He sags exhausted in the chair, his body aching with the sensation of the current. Ortiz and Bridger simultaneously let go of the breath they have been holding, relieved that the current has stopped again. Ariel walks around Tim, amazed that he has withstood two bouts in the chair and has not given in. " Amazing, he is stronger willed than any other we have had in the chair." Grabbing Tim by the chin she pulls his head back to look into his eyes: "GIVE ME THE CODES" Tim refusing to be beaten, looks calmly back at her tells her: "Go to Hell" Hitting Tim across the face Ariel hisses: "AGAIN" Spider, by this time is in his element -- he loves to watch others hurt -- he throws the switch............ Tim, his eyes filled with tears of pain looks towards Bridger and pleads "Captain," he calls in his soft voice "I can't"......... As the voltage hits him, the wall that Bridger and Ortiz are shackled to explodes into a soft rubble. Smoke and dust fills the room causing everyone to start coughing. Five figures plunge through the haze of rubble. `The resistance' have broken into the chamber, using an atomic disrupture to crumble the wall. Bridger and Ortiz find themselves free with the aid of the resitance fighters they attack. In the confusion that follows, Ortiz quickly lunges towards Spider with death on his mind. Bridger makes a dash for Tim -- he grabs Tim's right wrist, forgetting that the current is still flowing and is tossed back onto the floor. Ariel and her henchmen are firing stun shots at the resistance fighters. Meanwhile, Ortiz and Spider are rolling on the floor; Spider has Ortiz's broken arm and is twisting it this way and that -- aiming to inflict as much pain as he can. One of the resistance runs towards the cabinet and flicks the switch to the current off and then goes over to free Tim from the chair, and removes the webbing from his body. Tim staggers from the chair and falls to the ground trying to gain control of his body, which is still racked with pain and fire from the electric charges. The resistance fighter goes to help him up and as he rises, Tim sees Ortiz and Spider grappling on the floor and Spider twisting Ortiz's arm. A bolt of pure rage runs through Tim and finding strength from his rage he staggers over to the two. He collapses on the floor besides them and throws a punch at Spider's face, surprising him long enough to release Ortiz. As Ortiz rolls out of the way, craddling his injured arm, Tim takes over the fight and throws another punch into Spider's abdomen. The sound of Spider gasping in pain releases another wave of energy in Tim and he begins to vent his fury, pain and despair on him. He rains a succession of punches on Spider who was at first too surprised to respond and is now concentrating on defending himself from the blows. Tim hasn't felt so much rage in his life. Punching and pounding on Spider, he keeps hitting him, completely oblivious to the actions of everyone else around him. Meanwhile, Ariel and two of her henchmen have fled the room, leaving Spider, and another Stormer to suffer the fury of the resistance. As the noise of the fight dies down and the Stormers have either fled the room or are unconcious on the floor, one of the resistance walks over to Tim and pulls him up "leave him, go, we will finish here" and points to the breach in the wall. Tim looks to where he is pointing and sees Bridger and another man who is supporting Ortiz. Relife, pain and exhaustion begin to take back over and it takes two of the resistance fighters to help him to his feet. Supported between the two of them, Tim is taken over to where Bridger and Ortiz are waiting. Ortiz puts his hand out to catch Tim's attention - "I owe you one Tim, we all do." As they leave the room, the last resistance fighter bends picking up a conscious but weak Spider, places him in the chair he so loved -- attaches one of the webs to his face. He then places a cylinder on the floor and walking to the cabinet flips the switch, registing the terror in Spiders eyes the man grins and then dives for the breach in the wall. The room goes up in a blast of noise and debri. Tim is jolted back to the SeaQuest as Williams antics knock a stack of trays onto the floor. Tim gazes around, unsure of where he is -- fear still grippng his stomach and mind, he softly whispers "Miguel". To be continued... Copywrited by HB & KC boyce@tnet.com.au freek@acad.umm.maine.edu Sept. 1997 You know this is one of the better sections :) I think we did good. Date: Mon, 15 Dec 1997 00:11:46 -0600 (CST) From: Leigh Gaffney Subject: [sQ] ADMIN: Posting restrictions To: jag@stgenesis.org, jag-ff@stgenesis.org, seaquest@stgenesis.org, seaquest-ff@stgenesis.org, sq-ff-adult@stgenesis.org, trektalk@stgenesis.org, managers@stgenesis.org, earth2@stgenesis.org, eds@stgenesis.org, buffy@stgenesis.org Delivered-to: mailing list seaquest@stgenesis.org Mailing-List: contact seaquest-help@stgenesis.org; run by ezmlm Some addresses not in the Internet Spam Addressing lists are getting through the spam filters on stgenesis.org allowing for the spam email to get through. I've added special filters to ALL mailing lists so that only those who are subscribed to the normal and digested list of a mailing list can post. Anyone else attempting to do so will be met with replies of "You cannot post here, email leigh@stgenesis.org". If you are a member of a list and you get that message, please forward it to me ASAP and let me know the list you are trying to post to. It's annoying I know, and I'm sorry, but to keep the mailing lists free of spam and advertising email, it's the only solution that I have atm. |\ _,,,---,,_ Leigh "Wolenczak" /,`.-'`' -. ;-;;,_ Escapenet IRC Network |,4- ) )-,_..;\ ( `'-' http://www.escapenet.org '---''(_/--' `-'\_) "Two men walked into a bar. You'd think the second one would have seen it." ******************************************************************** * The seaQuest mailing list seaquest@stgenesis.org * ******************************************************************** * To unsubscribe, send an e-mail to: * * seaquest-unsubscribe@stgenesis.org * ******************************************************************** Date: Mon, 15 Dec 1997 00:11:46 -0600 (CST) From: Leigh Gaffney Subject: [sQ-ff] ADMIN: Posting restrictions To: jag@stgenesis.org, jag-ff@stgenesis.org, seaquest@stgenesis.org, seaquest-ff@stgenesis.org, sq-ff-adult@stgenesis.org, trektalk@stgenesis.org, managers@stgenesis.org, earth2@stgenesis.org, eds@stgenesis.org, buffy@stgenesis.org Delivered-to: mailing list seaquest-ff@stgenesis.org Mailing-List: contact seaquest-ff-help@stgenesis.org; run by ezmlm Some addresses not in the Internet Spam Addressing lists are getting through the spam filters on stgenesis.org allowing for the spam email to get through. I've added special filters to ALL mailing lists so that only those who are subscribed to the normal and digested list of a mailing list can post. Anyone else attempting to do so will be met with replies of "You cannot post here, email leigh@stgenesis.org". If you are a member of a list and you get that message, please forward it to me ASAP and let me know the list you are trying to post to. It's annoying I know, and I'm sorry, but to keep the mailing lists free of spam and advertising email, it's the only solution that I have atm. |\ _,,,---,,_ Leigh "Wolenczak" /,`.-'`' -. ;-;;,_ Escapenet IRC Network |,4- ) )-,_..;\ ( `'-' http://www.escapenet.org '---''(_/--' `-'\_) "Two men walked into a bar. You'd think the second one would have seen it." Date: Mon, 15 Dec 1997 01:17:16 -0500 (EST) From: DagPiccolo Subject: [sQ-ff] Question To: seaquest-ff@escapenet.org Organization: AOL (http://www.aol.com) X-Mailer: Inet_Mail_Out (IMOv11) Delivered-to: mailing list seaquest-ff@stgenesis.org Mailing-List: contact seaquest-ff-help@stgenesis.org; run by ezmlm What age is Hudson? It's real important for one of my stories with him. -Anj PS: Where is everyone Date: Mon, 15 Dec 1997 09:01:33 -0600 (CST) From: Leigh Gaffney Subject: [sQ-ff] ADMIN: ICQ Vulnerability To: seaQuest@stgenesis.org, seaquest-ff@stgenesis.org, eds@stgenesis.org Reply-to: Leigh Gaffney Delivered-to: mailing list seaquest-ff@stgenesis.org Mailing-List: contact seaquest-ff-help@stgenesis.org; run by ezmlm Those of you with ICQ programs - use it sparingly until ICQ comes out with a fix. It is possible to spoof messages to ICQ users and flood them with these "faked" messages causing ICQ to take up all system resources until it locks windows. There is no fix at this time. Hackers can port sniff an address for the ports ICQ uses (1024-2000) and using a valid ICQ message, the attacker can "fake" ICQ user ID's to resend that message millions of time (On the newswire - BUGTRAQ it's being suggested to use a program called netcat) causing the crash. To my knowledge ICQ is aware of the vulnerability but no word from them on if a fix is in the works. The only way to survive an attack is a hard reboot using the computer's reset button or Powering it off then back on again. (The code that can be used to make the attack began distrubution along the BUGTRAQ network a few days ago, it wasn't until today I saw confirmation of it working.) If you have any questions regarding this, please feel free to ask. I know ICQ is a rather large user base especially among these three lists. Please, use the software sparingly, and keep a lookout at http://www.icq.com for bug fixes to the problem. |\ _,,,---,,_ Leigh "Wolenczak" /,`.-'`' -. ;-;;,_ Escapenet IRC Network |,4- ) )-,_..;\ ( `'-' http://www.escapenet.org '---''(_/--' `-'\_) "Two men walked into a bar. You'd think the second one would have seen it." Date: Mon, 15 Dec 1997 09:01:33 -0600 (CST) From: Leigh Gaffney Subject: [sQ] ADMIN: ICQ Vulnerability To: seaQuest@stgenesis.org, seaquest-ff@stgenesis.org, eds@stgenesis.org Reply-to: Leigh Gaffney Delivered-to: mailing list seaquest@stgenesis.org Mailing-List: contact seaquest-help@stgenesis.org; run by ezmlm Those of you with ICQ programs - use it sparingly until ICQ comes out with a fix. It is possible to spoof messages to ICQ users and flood them with these "faked" messages causing ICQ to take up all system resources until it locks windows. There is no fix at this time. Hackers can port sniff an address for the ports ICQ uses (1024-2000) and using a valid ICQ message, the attacker can "fake" ICQ user ID's to resend that message millions of time (On the newswire - BUGTRAQ it's being suggested to use a program called netcat) causing the crash. To my knowledge ICQ is aware of the vulnerability but no word from them on if a fix is in the works. The only way to survive an attack is a hard reboot using the computer's reset button or Powering it off then back on again. (The code that can be used to make the attack began distrubution along the BUGTRAQ network a few days ago, it wasn't until today I saw confirmation of it working.) If you have any questions regarding this, please feel free to ask. I know ICQ is a rather large user base especially among these three lists. Please, use the software sparingly, and keep a lookout at http://www.icq.com for bug fixes to the problem. |\ _,,,---,,_ Leigh "Wolenczak" /,`.-'`' -. ;-;;,_ Escapenet IRC Network |,4- ) )-,_..;\ ( `'-' http://www.escapenet.org '---''(_/--' `-'\_) "Two men walked into a bar. You'd think the second one would have seen it." ******************************************************************** * The seaQuest mailing list seaquest@stgenesis.org * ******************************************************************** * To unsubscribe, send an e-mail to: * * seaquest-unsubscribe@stgenesis.org * ******************************************************************** Alternate-recipient: prohibited Date: Tue, 16 Dec 1997 11:09:34 -0500 (EST) From: "Vincenti, Michelle" Subject: [sQ-ff] Christmas break... (OT) To: sQ fanfic list Cc: TRIFC Posting-date: Tue, 16 Dec 1997 11:45:00 -0500 (EST) Importance: normal Priority: normal Sensitivity: Company-Confidential UA-content-id: B1ZXDVGSL7C A1-type: MAIL Delivered-to: mailing list seaquest-ff@stgenesis.org Mailing-List: contact seaquest-ff-help@stgenesis.org; run by ezmlm Just wanted to let you know that I'm leaving for break today, but won't be unsubbing...so y'all better not go nuts with sending messages I may get to forward everything to Hotmail, depending on if I can get it to work at home, but I won't be able to answer for at least a week to anything sent over the lists :) Hope everyone has a happy holiday season & I'll see y'all in 1998!! ~Michelle <|:) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ fanfic page: http://www.geocities.com/Area51/Lair/4867 "Treat everyone the same. . .until you find out they're an idiot." - Lucy Lawless "The last time I checked, the Bill of Rights was still intact." - Captain Nathan Hale Bridger, "To Be or Not to Be" (sQ) "Oh, if I just wasn't a lady, what I wouldn't tell that varmint." - Scarlett O'Hara, _Gone With the Wind_ "I want to change, but I can't and I know I'll just never fit in anywhere." - Jo March, _Little Women_ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Date: Tue, 16 Dec 1997 21:16:51 -0500 (EST) From: DagPiccolo Subject: [sQ-ff] Many many questions To: seaquest-ff@escapenet.org Organization: AOL (http://www.aol.com) X-Mailer: Inet_Mail_Out (IMOv11) Delivered-to: mailing list seaquest-ff@stgenesis.org Mailing-List: contact seaquest-ff-help@stgenesis.org; run by ezmlm Okay I am puting together a major major novel on the whole UEO/Macronesian/ChauDai war. If you guys know anywhere I can get territory maps, of any of these three teritories it would be greatly appreciated. Also I still need to know Hudson's age, and any technology stuff on the spectres and seaQuest and the Macronesian ships. Does anybody know Piccolo's sister's name. They mention her in the episode "Daggers", but I don't think they ever said a name. Also anyone know Magath's first name, and who would take over in his absence? Who takes over in Bourne's absence? Who leads the ChauDai? Besides Noyce, what other Admirals are there? Please help. This novel is going to be huge and I want it to be accurate. -Anjie Date: Tue, 16 Dec 1997 21:40:43 -0500 From: "Kathy B." Subject: Re: [sQ-ff] Many many questions To: sQ fanfic list X-Mailer: Microsoft Internet Mail 4.70.1155 Delivered-to: mailing list seaquest-ff@stgenesis.org Mailing-List: contact seaquest-ff-help@stgenesis.org; run by ezmlm X-MSMail-Priority: Normal X-Proc-type: 3 > Okay I am puting together a major major novel on the whole > UEO/Macronesian/ChauDai war. Chaodai Does anybody know Piccolo's sister's > name. They mention her in the episode "Daggers", but I don't think they ever > said a name. Me neither... make one up. Best solution I can get.. Also anyone know Magath's first name, and who would take over in > his absence? Arthur (?) > Who takes over in Bourne's absence? Guys, that little henchman twit? dunno... > Who leads the ChauDai? ::shrugs:: I don't think it said.. > Besides Noyce, what other Admirals are there? Noyce was gone by 2032, and since, from all the Chaodai questions I assume this is then, then that might not work.. time clash.... K.B. Date: Sat, 06 Dec 1997 13:59:05 -0600 From: Hal Freeman Subject: Re: [sQ-ff] (sQ-ff) Taking Criticism To: seaQuest-ff@escapenet.org X-Mailer: Mozilla 4.01 [en] (Win95; U) Delivered-to: mailing list seaquest-ff@stgenesis.org Mailing-List: contact seaquest-ff-help@stgenesis.org; run by ezmlm X-Proc-type: 3 (Normal) Richard Black wrote: > Megan wrote: > > > Amen to you both. I agree with Michelle. I mean we do need each > others > >support because we're hanging our *sses out there and it doesn't help > > >when a person says "Hey, it sucks, you're stupid." > > As Bridger said once to Lucas " Where is this coming from?" I can't > believe any one on this list would say that. I've read most of the > critques > posted on this list and have not seen anything that could be > interpreted as > anything other than constuctive critism. I know if I've offend anyone, > I > didn't mean it that way! > Not on this list but I mean critiques in general. If somebody tells you that there were parts that didn't work, I can take that and work with it and make a better fic next time or next part. But what I'm saying is that not telling what you like leave a writer with one thought in mind "Well, Geez, if they hated it that much, maybe I really do suck at this." Date: Wed, 17 Dec 1997 22:33:01 -0700 From: Joe Roode Subject: [sQ-ff] archive directory To: "seaQuest-ff-request@escapenet.org" X-Mailer: Mozilla 4.04 [en] (Win95; I) Delivered-to: mailing list seaquest-ff@stgenesis.org Mailing-List: contact seaquest-ff-help@stgenesis.org; run by ezmlm archive directory Date: Thu, 18 Dec 1997 18:08:43 -0600 (CST) From: Zroh Subject: [sQ-ff] OT: Need assistance with address To: seaquest-ff@stgenesis.org Delivered-to: mailing list seaquest-ff@stgenesis.org Mailing-List: contact seaquest-ff-help@stgenesis.org; run by ezmlm Does anyone here have another Address for Margaret More? I have an email I really need to get to her about the reason she's having mail trouble and ftp problems with the fan fic list. I normally don't need to do this as I have addresses galore, but still, I really want to get her problem fixed so she can read ya'lls emails. Please respond PRIVATELY (easy since there's no reply-to yet ;P) if you have another address - I'm at a loss :( |\ _,,,---,,_ Leigh "Wolenczak" /,`.-'`' -. ;-;;,_ Escapenet IRC Network |,4- ) )-,_..;\ ( `'-' http://www.escapenet.org '---''(_/--' `-'\_) "Two men walked into a bar. You'd think the second one would have seen it." Date: Thu, 18 Dec 1997 16:04:56 -0600 (CST) From: Zroh Subject: [sQ-ff] ADMIN: Security List on Stgenesis.org To: seaquest@stgenesis.org, trektalk@stgenesis.org, eds@stgenesis.org, earth2@stgenesis.org, drwho@stgenesis.org, buffy@stgenesis.org, jag@stgenesis.org, jag-ff@stgenesis.org, ltjgmeg@stgenesis.org, seaquest-ff@stgenesis.org, mmprlist@stgenesis.org Delivered-to: mailing list seaquest-ff@stgenesis.org Mailing-List: contact seaquest-ff-help@stgenesis.org; run by ezmlm I decided that instead of sending out my security alerts to lists where I know users use items that are of concern or may have an exploit, I would just create one big list for users to goto if they wanted to know about it. I know not everyone cares whether or not there's a problem with program x because of exploit z, mainly cause the person doesn't use the software. But if you want to be aware of virus alerts that are legit (Not hoaxes) and software bug issues, I would suggest subscribing to the security mailing list. There I'll post any new information I may recieve or discover about common programs, web browser, irc programs, i.e. the last ICQ exploit many heard of, I wont bother with the complex exploits and virii that a typical user of the internet would never come in contact to but common things that folks may run across. I'll be placing a web based archive search for the list soon too so if people want to browse through old postings they can (since I just made the list there wont be any yet). Anyways to subscribe email security-subscribe@stgenesis.org And if you dont care - just dump this email :) I don't claim to be an expert in internet security, And anything posted to the security list isn't meant to be started as a chain letter, you're welcome to forward information to friends, but I ask that you don't let it go beyond there as then it usually becomes trash mail ;). But I usually hear information straight from their sources from the varios bug alert and security lists I'm on (it's a part of my job sorta ;P) that I can definately translate it from techie gibberish into something anyone can understand and if there are fixes or updates about an issue, I'll definately alert you to it. My main concern is the chain mails I see going out of hoaxed email virus' going around and people panicing over fake pranks. I'd be more than happy to provide a reliable source for such information if you want it - and that's what I'm doing with the security list. Anyways I'm off, if you have questions regarding this post, as always, feel free to ask :) (And yes reply-to will return this weekend, soon as I figure out how ;P) |\ _,,,---,,_ Leigh "Wolenczak" /,`.-'`' -. ;-;;,_ Escapenet IRC Network |,4- ) )-,_..;\ ( `'-' http://www.escapenet.org '---''(_/--' `-'\_) "Two men walked into a bar. You'd think the second one would have seen it." Date: Thu, 18 Dec 1997 16:04:56 -0600 (CST) From: Zroh Subject: [sQ] ADMIN: Security List on Stgenesis.org To: seaquest@stgenesis.org, trektalk@stgenesis.org, eds@stgenesis.org, earth2@stgenesis.org, drwho@stgenesis.org, buffy@stgenesis.org, jag@stgenesis.org, jag-ff@stgenesis.org, ltjgmeg@stgenesis.org, seaquest-ff@stgenesis.org, mmprlist@stgenesis.org Delivered-to: mailing list seaquest@stgenesis.org Mailing-List: contact seaquest-help@stgenesis.org; run by ezmlm I decided that instead of sending out my security alerts to lists where I know users use items that are of concern or may have an exploit, I would just create one big list for users to goto if they wanted to know about it. I know not everyone cares whether or not there's a problem with program x because of exploit z, mainly cause the person doesn't use the software. But if you want to be aware of virus alerts that are legit (Not hoaxes) and software bug issues, I would suggest subscribing to the security mailing list. There I'll post any new information I may recieve or discover about common programs, web browser, irc programs, i.e. the last ICQ exploit many heard of, I wont bother with the complex exploits and virii that a typical user of the internet would never come in contact to but common things that folks may run across. I'll be placing a web based archive search for the list soon too so if people want to browse through old postings they can (since I just made the list there wont be any yet). Anyways to subscribe email security-subscribe@stgenesis.org And if you dont care - just dump this email :) I don't claim to be an expert in internet security, And anything posted to the security list isn't meant to be started as a chain letter, you're welcome to forward information to friends, but I ask that you don't let it go beyond there as then it usually becomes trash mail ;). But I usually hear information straight from their sources from the varios bug alert and security lists I'm on (it's a part of my job sorta ;P) that I can definately translate it from techie gibberish into something anyone can understand and if there are fixes or updates about an issue, I'll definately alert you to it. My main concern is the chain mails I see going out of hoaxed email virus' going around and people panicing over fake pranks. I'd be more than happy to provide a reliable source for such information if you want it - and that's what I'm doing with the security list. Anyways I'm off, if you have questions regarding this post, as always, feel free to ask :) (And yes reply-to will return this weekend, soon as I figure out how ;P) |\ _,,,---,,_ Leigh "Wolenczak" /,`.-'`' -. ;-;;,_ Escapenet IRC Network |,4- ) )-,_..;\ ( `'-' http://www.escapenet.org '---''(_/--' `-'\_) "Two men walked into a bar. You'd think the second one would have seen it." ******************************************************************** * The seaQuest mailing list seaquest@stgenesis.org * ******************************************************************** * To unsubscribe, send an e-mail to: * * seaquest-unsubscribe@stgenesis.org * ******************************************************************** Date: Sat, 20 Dec 1997 18:28:28 -0600 (CST) From: Zroh Subject: Re: [sQ-ff] WWW? Question To: seaquest-ff@stgenesis.org Reply-to: seaquest-ff@stgenesis.org Delivered-to: mailing list seaquest-ff@stgenesis.org Mailing-List: contact seaquest-ff-help@stgenesis.org; run by ezmlm On Sat, 20 Dec 1997, DagPiccolo wrote: > I was gone when the list went down so I'm not to sure about whats been > happening. I have noticed that I can't seem to get to the old web page where > all of our stories are kept. Is this just a temporary problem? I took all my sites down during Finals, I just knew myself better. They should get put back up sometime this week, soon as I figure out which zip disk I put them on (I have about a hundred zip disks tho) the archives can be found without html tags at ftp://ftp.stgenesis.org/pub/mailing.lists/seaQuest-ff Hope this helps :) |\ _,,,---,,_ Leigh "Wolenczak" /,`.-'`' -. ;-;;,_ Escapenet IRC Network |,4- ) )-,_..;\ ( `'-' http://www.escapenet.org '---''(_/--' `-'\_) "Two men walked into a bar. You'd think the second one would have seen it." Date: Sat, 20 Dec 1997 19:04:06 -0500 (EST) From: DagPiccolo Subject: [sQ-ff] WWW? Question To: seaquest-ff@stgenesis.org Reply-to: seaquest-ff@stgenesis.org Organization: AOL (http://www.aol.com) X-Mailer: Inet_Mail_Out (IMOv11) Delivered-to: mailing list seaquest-ff@stgenesis.org Mailing-List: contact seaquest-ff-help@stgenesis.org; run by ezmlm I was gone when the list went down so I'm not to sure about whats been happening. I have noticed that I can't seem to get to the old web page where all of our stories are kept. Is this just a temporary problem? -Anjie Date: Sat, 20 Dec 1997 15:19:19 -0600 (CST) From: Zroh Subject: [sQ-ff] ADMIN: Reply-to's are back To: buffy@stgenesis.org, eds@stgenesis.org, trektalk@stgenesis.org, jag@stgenesis.org, jag-ff@stgenesis.org, seaquest@stgenesis.org, seaquest-ff@stgenesis.org, sq-ff-adult@stgenesis.org, drwho@stgenesis.org, mash@stgenesis.org, movies@stgenesis.org, ltjgmeg@stgenesis.org, mississippi@stgenesis.org Reply-to: seaquest-ff@stgenesis.org Delivered-to: mailing list seaquest-ff@stgenesis.org Mailing-List: contact seaquest-ff-help@stgenesis.org; run by ezmlm okee all the lists have their reply-to's back now. Sorry for the delay, should make answering email easier :) |\ _,,,---,,_ Leigh "Wolenczak" /,`.-'`' -. ;-;;,_ Escapenet IRC Network |,4- ) )-,_..;\ ( `'-' http://www.escapenet.org '---''(_/--' `-'\_) "Two men walked into a bar. You'd think the second one would have seen it." Date: Sat, 20 Dec 1997 15:19:19 -0600 (CST) From: Zroh Subject: [sQ] ADMIN: Reply-to's are back To: buffy@stgenesis.org, eds@stgenesis.org, trektalk@stgenesis.org, jag@stgenesis.org, jag-ff@stgenesis.org, seaquest@stgenesis.org, seaquest-ff@stgenesis.org, sq-ff-adult@stgenesis.org, drwho@stgenesis.org, mash@stgenesis.org, movies@stgenesis.org, ltjgmeg@stgenesis.org, mississippi@stgenesis.org Reply-to: seaquest@stgenesis.org Delivered-to: mailing list seaquest@stgenesis.org Mailing-List: contact seaquest-help@stgenesis.org; run by ezmlm okee all the lists have their reply-to's back now. Sorry for the delay, should make answering email easier :) |\ _,,,---,,_ Leigh "Wolenczak" /,`.-'`' -. ;-;;,_ Escapenet IRC Network |,4- ) )-,_..;\ ( `'-' http://www.escapenet.org '---''(_/--' `-'\_) "Two men walked into a bar. You'd think the second one would have seen it." ******************************************************************** * The seaQuest mailing list seaquest@stgenesis.org * ******************************************************************** * To unsubscribe, send an e-mail to: * * seaquest-unsubscribe@stgenesis.org * ******************************************************************** Date: Sat, 20 Dec 1997 14:25:32 -0500 From: doug rothenberg Subject: [sQ-ff] I've got a question!!!! X-Sender: douggail@pop.ma.ultranet.com To: seaQuest-ff@stgenesis.org X-Mailer: Windows Eudora Light Version 1.5.4 (32) Delivered-to: mailing list seaquest-ff@stgenesis.org Mailing-List: contact seaquest-ff-help@stgenesis.org; run by ezmlm Hi! It's me again! Happy Holidays and all that! I've got a question regarding sort of regarding my last fan-fic "Fragile Sanity". Anyway, as you know I'm working on a sequel, and I need some help in the character-interaction field. How would Hudson react to Lucas' suicide attempt and illness? How would Kimura react to them? If Bridger came on to the _seaQuest_ and wanted to take Lucas back to his island, how would Hudson react? E-mail me privately with any suggestions so we don't clog up the list. Thanks! Diena Date: Sun, 21 Dec 1997 23:10:36 -0500 (EST) From: Whaodude Subject: Re: [sQ-ff] WWW? Question To: seaquest-ff@stgenesis.org Reply-to: seaquest-ff@stgenesis.org Organization: AOL (http://www.aol.com) X-Mailer: Inet_Mail_Out (IMOv11) Delivered-to: mailing list seaquest-ff@stgenesis.org Mailing-List: contact seaquest-ff-help@stgenesis.org; run by ezmlm Okay, this is the person who sent the last Date: Sun, 21 Dec 1997 23:08:34 -0500 (EST) From: Whaodude Subject: Re: [sQ-ff] WWW? Question To: seaquest-ff@stgenesis.org Reply-to: seaquest-ff@stgenesis.org Organization: AOL (http://www.aol.com) X-Mailer: Inet_Mail_Out (IMOv11) Delivered-to: mailing list seaquest-ff@stgenesis.org Mailing-List: contact seaquest-ff-help@stgenesis.org; run by ezmlm Someone had mentioned that they could no longer access to the web page which contained all the past fanfiction stories, and I have also noticed that problem. Will it be fixed as the link comes back up? Date: Mon, 22 Dec 1997 23:13:35 -0500 From: Hazel & Phil Boyce Subject: [sQ-ff] The Remembering Part 12 To: seaquest-ff Reply-to: seaquest-ff@stgenesis.org X-Mailer: Microsoft Internet Mail 4.70.1155 Delivered-to: mailing list seaquest-ff@stgenesis.org Mailing-List: contact seaquest-ff-help@stgenesis.org; run by ezmlm X-MSMail-Priority: Normal X-Proc-type: 3 All Disclaimers still apply **Dateline: two days after Nathan Bridger arrived on SeaQuest.** *To have actually gone to another planet -- that would have been something. It was so hard to believe. It had taken Nathan - dragging Ford and Brody into the room, to convince Hudson that the ship, and it's entire crew, had ACTUALLY been whisked away in a moments time, to a distant planet. He'd always believed it was all a 'cover' for some secrect mission -- but as he heard the truth, he realized that their `episodes', were the repressed memories of the mission. It had happened just as Nathan had said.* Part of him envied them that trip. Unfortunately, it appeared that it was going to haunt them forever. Even the ever optimistic Burns was having trouble. Just this morning, Burns had fallen at his station holding his leg as if shot, crouching, then running around the Bridge yelling out orders: "Duck, Scott cover me. Everybody run." Re-living a nightmare that was very vivid to him. It had taken Bridger to snap him out of it. He was currently in medbay, were Dagwood had carried him -- cursing the Kraytacs -- blaming them for the loss of his friends, his mom, his dad, his sister and his life. Hudson finally realized, that these members of his crew had lost so much during those ten years. He had needled them, balked them and jibed at them for their lack of war experience. Yet, they had fought one far more hostile and rivating than any one he had paticipated in here. He was angry at himself for belittling the crew. Burns was a good officer, he worked hard, knew his station inside and out. He was always ready to cheer up someone else. Who would have guessed he was feeling so very empty inside? *Lord what am I to do* Hudson questions himself. *As if it is not enough that I have to continue with the crew having moments of unconscious dis-associations at work; I got Bridger looking longingly at my ship, as well as new crew to train up.* *Crocker, well he'd do just fine -- good, solid, military man. It is Collins I'm worried about. Can I trust her? What a meeting that was.* Hudsons memories surface and we re-live that fateful meeting in his wardroom two days earlier. She had arrived five minutes early for their briefing. He'd already read her personal file, it was impressive -- so what? He'd have no `grand stands' on his boat and he'd make that clear from the start -- what did Section Seven want with SeaQuest anyway? He'd placed a call to McGath, but as yet had recieved no rely. He had kept her standing at attention for 15 minutes while looking at her file. He thought to intimidate her, forgetting that Section Seven had used those tatics long before he'd even thought about them. When he looked up at her, he expected anger or disgust at being treated in this manner, but no, she was still at rigid attention -- no emotion showing on her face. "Well Chief have a seat. I guess the main question on my mind is, why? What does Section Seven want from SeaQuest now?" She had been prepared for this assumtion, even for his attempts at alienation. So she spoke to him honestly. "Sir, my tour of duty with SeaQuest has nothing to do with Section Seven. I simply had had enough of the organization and wanted out." "Chief -- realistically speaking - you expect me to honestly believe, that someone with your abilities, attributes and honors, would just toss it all away and take a reduction in rank `just to be on SeaQuest'?" "Yes, Sir, because that is what I have done. My discharge from Section Seven should be in my personel file. It is signed by McGath and Adams, the head of Section Seven. Granted, Adams was not pleased, but my enlistment tour was up and I made a choice. Section Seven has no hidden agenda in my being here." Thinking over her words Hudson looks at her quizzically. "I see. Then Collins, I assume that you DO have a personal agenda for wanting to be on SeaQuest. What is it?" Collins hesitates to answer, not knowing what Hudson's reaction might be. Some view the placing of family members in like work details, unproductive. While she is contemplating her answer, Hudson watches her. He sees the first fleet of emotion across her face -- he knows he has finally narrowed the possibilities down. He'd not have her playing games on his boat. Hudson stands and barks out "Out with it -- what are you doing on my boat? Tell me right now, Lt." Relenting a bit he adds "I might consider letting you stay." "Sir, my skills and aptitude are both needed and valuable to SeaQuest -- sending me away would only deprive her," dissmissingly adding -- "and I am now a Chief, no longer a Lt. Sir." Pausing and thinking Collins looks at Hudson who is waiting, impatiently. "Captain Hudson, have you read my file completely?" Irritably responding "Well of course I have. What's your point?" "Sir, almost 11 years ago, SeaQuest disappeared. You spent years searching for her. So did I. You because you wanted the best the UEO could offer - an admirable trait. I searched because I wanted - and needed, my brother back." As she stops speaking and her words hit Hudson, he grabs her file back off the desk and starts scanning though it again, *how could I have missed a relative?* Flipping through the folder, back through her service years, he scans the words. mumbling mostly to himself - "missions, honors, exams, results of physicaly, scores, application -- birth place, date, parents -- HELL!" Tossing the file onto his desk he confronts her. "Does he know you are here?" he asked, looking at her with a new found discomfort. "Not yet Sir. I've barely settled in." Pacing the floor he stops in front of her, placing his hands on the chair arms, he leans toward her and he tells her "I don't want you disrupting this ship! You WILL remain out of his sight until I feel it is appropriate to tell him you are here." Stepping back he looks intently at her and ask " Is that understood, Chief?" Collins pushes the chair back and angrily comes to her feet. "But, Sir..." "That is an order Chief. Are you prepared to disobey a direct order? Would you like to spend a few days in the brig for insuborination?" Hudson sees fire flame in her eyes as she stares back at him. Has he pushed her too far? But Collins controls her temper. Taking a breath, she responds to Hudsons question. "No, Sir" comes the crisp reply. He lets out the breath he was holding * At least Section Seven drills respect and honor into their crew.* Suppressing a sigh of relief, Hudson returns to his chair and sitting down continues more calmly. "Good, then if that is clear, sit and let's discuss your duties on board SeaQuest." Collins is slowly shaking her head, how dare he, the bully! She is so close all she has to do is walk on duty to see him. "Excuse me Sir, permission to speak freely?" Hudson hadn't seen it coming, but admitted to himself, she needed this. "OK, Chief get it off your chest." Sitting back in his chair Hudson awaits what he is sure will be an onslaught of anger. Collins stands, paces a bit and then comes to attention before Hudsons' desk. Looking down at Hudson she bites her lip and then starts, her voice shaking with a mixture of anger and hurt, her hands clenching and opening at her side as she speaks: "How dare you deem it your right to decide when is the right time for me to finally see my brother. Do you realise how long I have hoped and prayed for his return? He is the only family I have left!" "WHY? Why are you doing this? If I am to obey your order, then I at least deserve an explanation." Hudson contemplates the young chief before him. How can he explain that he is just as concerned about her brother as well as the ship. One more upset and the whole crew could be useless. Would it be hard for her to comprehend the fear he had of the crew going over the edge and losing their sanity completely? And what about their physical well being? Did Section Seven know about the episodes, lord what they wouldn't do with that information. He couldn't trust her with this knowledge, not yet anyway. Her brother would confide in her he was sure. "Chief, it is my understanding that he believes you are dead. If I remember correctly, it took almost two months, once he found out you were 'dead', before he was able to return to full active duty. The ship and some of it's crew are currently experiencing a lot of stress. Do you really want to jepordize his well-being, let alone the running of this ship?" "I am assuming that you had planned to use your skills to `better' SeaQuest. For now, why don't you concentrate on updating our weapons technology on the spectors and mauraders? All I ask is that you remain in the engineering and launchbay areas for the next couple of weeks. It's a common enough practice to place new crew on the 3rd shift; with any luck you won't cross paths. As events settle here," *and you prove yourself to me* he added silently, " I will discuss a private meeting between the two of you -- perhaps some leave together -- we'll wait and see." Hudson looked up at Colins, of all the results he had expected from her, it wasn't the glisten of repressed tears and the small quiver of the lower lip. Speaking softly and with compassion Hudson concedes. "Look Collins, right now he is physically doing well. He is very stressed due to circumstances relating to the disappearance -- circumstances I am not at liberty to discuss with you. We hope to have it all cleared up with Bridgers's help in the next two weeks. You don't want to cause him any more anxiety, do you? Obviously, you love him very much. Just be patient a little bit longer, that's all I ask of you." Trying to hold onto her emotions, Collins pleads "Sir, I just don't understand how finding out he has ME, could be stressful. I'd think it would help his anxiety to know he is not alone." "Chief, trust me on this, he has changed. " slowly shaking his head "They all have. Their emotions are on overload right now, more intense and self-destructive. If he feels that he negleted to find you, he'll be remorsefull and go into a depression again -- we don't want that for him or for SeaQuest. If you can't accept these terms, I'll make arrangements for you to leave SeaQuest." Collins looks down at the floor, thinking. Carefully weighing up the truth and honesty of the reality of what Hudson has said. Finally she decides "two more weeks is not forever* "Alright Sir, I see your point. Two weeks?" "Hopefully, but it might take longer." A questioning look from Hudson recieves an accepting nod from Collins. "Ok, now you brought o board new weaponary I believe...." Hudson had been sure he'd have a tough fight but so far she'd obyed him to the letter. Only requesting that Dagwood be assigned to her and showing a dislike for being told that Piccolo would work with her. "Humm," he thinks, "have to keep an eye on that,* and picking up the last shifts duty logs, Hudson begins to read. To be continued Copywrite HB abd KC boyce@tnet.com.au freek@yahoo.com Oct. 1997 > _________________________________________________________ DO YOU YAHOO!? Get your free @yahoo.com address at http://mail.yahoo.com Date: Mon, 22 Dec 1997 22:26:20 -0500 From: Hazel & Phil Boyce Subject: [sQ-ff] The Remembering Part 12 To: seaquest-ff@stgenesis.org Reply-to: seaquest-ff@stgenesis.org X-Mailer: Microsoft Internet Mail 4.70.1155 Delivered-to: mailing list seaquest-ff@stgenesis.org Mailing-List: contact seaquest-ff-help@stgenesis.org; run by ezmlm X-MSMail-Priority: Normal X-Proc-type: 3 All Disclaimers still apply **Dateline: two days after Nathan Bridger arrived on SeaQuest.** *To have actually gone to another planet -- that would have been something. It was so hard to believe. It had taken Nathan - dragging Ford and Brody into the room, to convince Hudson that the ship, and it's entire crew, had ACTUALLY been whisked away in a moments time, to a distant planet. He'd always believed it was all a 'cover' for some secrect mission -- but as he heard the truth, he realized that their `episodes', were the repressed memories of the mission. It had happened just as Nathan had said.* Part of him envied them that trip. Unfortunately, it appeared that it was going to haunt them forever. Even the ever optimistic Burns was having trouble. Just this morning, Burns had fallen at his station holding his leg as if shot, crouching, then running around the Bridge yelling out orders: "Duck, Scott cover me. Everybody run." Re-living a nightmare that was very vivid to him. It had taken Bridger to snap him out of it. He was currently in medbay, were Dagwood had carried him -- cursing the Kraytacs -- blaming them for the loss of his friends, his mom, his dad, his sister and his life. Hudson finally realized, that these members of his crew had lost so much during those ten years. He had needled them, balked them and jibed at them for their lack of war experience. Yet, they had fought one far more hostile and rivating than any one he had paticipated in here. He was angry at himself for belittling the crew. Burns was a good officer, he worked hard, knew his station inside and out. He was always ready to cheer up someone else. Who would have guessed he was feeling so very empty inside? *Lord what am I to do* Hudson questions himself. *As if it is not enough that I have to continue with the crew having moments of unconscious dis-associations at work; I got Bridger looking longingly at my ship, as well as new crew to train up.* *Crocker, well he'd do just fine -- good, solid, military man. It is Collins I'm worried about. Can I trust her? What a meeting that was.* Hudsons memories surface and we re-live that fateful meeting in his wardroom two days earlier. She had arrived five minutes early for their briefing. He'd already read her personal file, it was impressive -- so what? He'd have no `grand stands' on his boat and he'd make that clear from the start -- what did Section Seven want with SeaQuest anyway? He'd placed a call to McGath, but as yet had recieved no rely. He had kept her standing at attention for 15 minutes while looking at her file. He thought to intimidate her, forgetting that Section Seven had used those tatics long before he'd even thought about them. When he looked up at her, he expected anger or disgust at being treated in this manner, but no, she was still at rigid attention -- no emotion showing on her face. "Well Chief have a seat. I guess the main question on my mind is, why? What does Section Seven want from SeaQuest now?" She had been prepared for this assumtion, even for his attempts at alienation. So she spoke to him honestly. "Sir, my tour of duty with SeaQuest has nothing to do with Section Seven. I simply had had enough of the organization and wanted out." "Chief -- realistically speaking - you expect me to honestly believe, that someone with your abilities, attributes and honors, would just toss it all away and take a reduction in rank `just to be on SeaQuest'?" "Yes, Sir, because that is what I have done. My discharge from Section Seven should be in my personel file. It is signed by McGath and Adams, the head of Section Seven. Granted, Adams was not pleased, but my enlistment tour was up and I made a choice. Section Seven has no hidden agenda in my being here." Thinking over her words Hudson looks at her quizzically. "I see. Then Collins, I assume that you DO have a personal agenda for wanting to be on SeaQuest. What is it?" Collins hesitates to answer, not knowing what Hudson's reaction might be. Some view the placing of family members in like work details, unproductive. While she is contemplating her answer, Hudson watches her. He sees the first fleet of emotion across her face -- he knows he has finally narrowed the possibilities down. He'd not have her playing games on his boat. Hudson stands and barks out "Out with it -- what are you doing on my boat? Tell me right now, Lt." Relenting a bit he adds "I might consider letting you stay." "Sir, my skills and aptitude are both needed and valuable to SeaQuest -- sending me away would only deprive her," dissmissingly adding -- "and I am now a Chief, no longer a Lt. Sir." Pausing and thinking Collins looks at Hudson who is waiting, impatiently. "Captain Hudson, have you read my file completely?" Irritably responding "Well of course I have. What's your point?" "Sir, almost 11 years ago, SeaQuest disappeared. You spent years searching for her. So did I. You because you wanted the best the UEO could offer - an admirable trait. I searched because I wanted - and needed, my brother back." As she stops speaking and her words hit Hudson, he grabs her file back off the desk and starts scanning though it again, *how could I have missed a relative?* Flipping through the folder, back through her service years, he scans the words. mumbling mostly to himself - "missions, honors, exams, results of physicaly, scores, application -- birth place, date, parents -- HELL!" Tossing the file onto his desk he confronts her. "Does he know you are here?" he asked, looking at her with a new found discomfort. "Not yet Sir. I've barely settled in." Pacing the floor he stops in front of her, placing his hands on the chair arms, he leans toward her and he tells her "I don't want you disrupting this ship! You WILL remain out of his sight until I feel it is appropriate to tell him you are here." Stepping back he looks intently at her and ask " Is that understood, Chief?" Collins pushes the chair back and angrily comes to her feet. "But, Sir..." "That is an order Chief. Are you prepared to disobey a direct order? Would you like to spend a few days in the brig for insuborination?" Hudson sees fire flame in her eyes as she stares back at him. Has he pushed her too far? But Collins controls her temper. Taking a breath, she responds to Hudsons question. "No, Sir" comes the crisp reply. He lets out the breath he was holding * At least Section Seven drills respect and honor into their crew.* Suppressing a sigh of relief, Hudson returns to his chair and sitting down continues more calmly. "Good, then if that is clear, sit and let's discuss your duties on board SeaQuest." Collins is slowly shaking her head, how dare he, the bully! She is so close all she has to do is walk on duty to see him. "Excuse me Sir, permission to speak freely?" Hudson hadn't seen it coming, but admitted to himself, she needed this. "OK, Chief get it off your chest." Sitting back in his chair Hudson awaits what he is sure will be an onslaught of anger. Collins stands, paces a bit and then comes to attention before Hudsons' desk. Looking down at Hudson she bites her lip and then starts, her voice shaking with a mixture of anger and hurt, her hands clenching and opening at her side as she speaks: "How dare you deem it your right to decide when is the right time for me to finally see my brother. Do you realise how long I have hoped and prayed for his return? He is the only family I have left!" "WHY? Why are you doing this? If I am to obey your order, then I at least deserve an explanation." Hudson contemplates the young chief before him. How can he explain that he is just as concerned about her brother as well as the ship. One more upset and the whole crew could be useless. Would it be hard for her to comprehend the fear he had of the crew going over the edge and losing their sanity completely? And what about their physical well being? Did Section Seven know about the episodes, lord what they wouldn't do with that information. He couldn't trust her with this knowledge, not yet anyway. Her brother would confide in her he was sure. "Chief, it is my understanding that he believes you are dead. If I remember correctly, it took almost two months, once he found out you were 'dead', before he was able to return to full active duty. The ship and some of it's crew are currently experiencing a lot of stress. Do you really want to jepordize his well-being, let alone the running of this ship?" "I am assuming that you had planned to use your skills to `better' SeaQuest. For now, why don't you concentrate on updating our weapons technology on the spectors and mauraders? All I ask is that you remain in the engineering and launchbay areas for the next couple of weeks. It's a common enough practice to place new crew on the 3rd shift; with any luck you won't cross paths. As events settle here," *and you prove yourself to me* he added silently, " I will discuss a private meeting between the two of you -- perhaps some leave together -- we'll wait and see." Hudson looked up at Colins, of all the results he had expected from her, it wasn't the glisten of repressed tears and the small quiver of the lower lip. Speaking softly and with compassion Hudson concedes. "Look Collins, right now he is physically doing well. He is very stressed due to circumstances relating to the disappearance -- circumstances I am not at liberty to discuss with you. We hope to have it all cleared up with Bridgers's help in the next two weeks. You don't want to cause him any more anxiety, do you? Obviously, you love him very much. Just be patient a little bit longer, that's all I ask of you." Trying to hold onto her emotions, Collins pleads "Sir, I just don't understand how finding out he has ME, could be stressful. I'd think it would help his anxiety to know he is not alone." "Chief, trust me on this, he has changed. " slowly shaking his head "They all have. Their emotions are on overload right now, more intense and self-destructive. If he feels that he negleted to find you, he'll be remorsefull and go into a depression again -- we don't want that for him or for SeaQuest. If you can't accept these terms, I'll make arrangements for you to leave SeaQuest." Collins looks down at the floor, thinking. Carefully weighing up the truth and honesty of the reality of what Hudson has said. Finally she decides "two more weeks is not forever* "Alright Sir, I see your point. Two weeks?" "Hopefully, but it might take longer." A questioning look from Hudson recieves an accepting nod from Collins. "Ok, now you brought o board new weaponary I believe...." Hudson had been sure he'd have a tough fight but so far she'd obyed him to the letter. Only requesting that Dagwood be assigned to her and showing a dislike for being told that Piccolo would work with her. "Humm," he thinks, "have to keep an eye on that,* and picking up the last shifts duty logs, Hudson begins to read. To be continued Copywrite HB abd KC boyce@tnet.com.au freek@yahoo.com Oct. 1997 > _________________________________________________________ DO YOU YAHOO!? Get your free @yahoo.com address at http://mail.yahoo.com Date: Tue, 23 Dec 1997 12:14:33 -0600 (CST) From: Zroh Subject: [sQ] ADMIN: Happy Holidays To: trektalk@stgenesis.org, eds@stgenesis.org, seaquest@stgenesis.org, seaquest-ff@stgenesis.org, sq-ff-adult@stgenesis.org, buffy@stgenesis.org, earth2@stgenesis.org, drwho@stgenesis.org, jag@stgenesis.org, jag-ff@stgenesis.org, ltjgmeg@stgenesis.org, managers@stgenesis.org Reply-to: seaquest@stgenesis.org Delivered-to: mailing list seaquest@stgenesis.org Mailing-List: contact seaquest-help@stgenesis.org; run by ezmlm Happy Holidays to all, your card can be retrieved at http://www.azstarnet.com/public/holiday/claims/leigh922302.html Enjoy! :) Thanks for making stgenesis.org what it is today, have a safe and happy Holidays. |\ _,,,---,,_ Leigh "Wolenczak" /,`.-'`' -. ;-;;,_ Escapenet IRC Network |,4- ) )-,_..;\ ( `'-' http://www.escapenet.org '---''(_/--' `-'\_) "Two men walked into a bar. You'd think the second one would have seen it." ******************************************************************** * The seaQuest mailing list seaquest@stgenesis.org * ******************************************************************** * To unsubscribe, send an e-mail to: * * seaquest-unsubscribe@stgenesis.org * ******************************************************************** Date: Tue, 23 Dec 1997 12:14:33 -0600 (CST) From: Zroh Subject: [sQ-ff] ADMIN: Happy Holidays To: trektalk@stgenesis.org, eds@stgenesis.org, seaquest@stgenesis.org, seaquest-ff@stgenesis.org, sq-ff-adult@stgenesis.org, buffy@stgenesis.org, earth2@stgenesis.org, drwho@stgenesis.org, jag@stgenesis.org, jag-ff@stgenesis.org, ltjgmeg@stgenesis.org, managers@stgenesis.org Reply-to: seaquest-ff@stgenesis.org Delivered-to: mailing list seaquest-ff@stgenesis.org Mailing-List: contact seaquest-ff-help@stgenesis.org; run by ezmlm Happy Holidays to all, your card can be retrieved at http://www.azstarnet.com/public/holiday/claims/leigh922302.html Enjoy! :) Thanks for making stgenesis.org what it is today, have a safe and happy Holidays. |\ _,,,---,,_ Leigh "Wolenczak" /,`.-'`' -. ;-;;,_ Escapenet IRC Network |,4- ) )-,_..;\ ( `'-' http://www.escapenet.org '---''(_/--' `-'\_) "Two men walked into a bar. You'd think the second one would have seen it." Date: Tue, 23 Dec 1997 20:47:12 +0200 (EET) From: Silviu Subject: Re: [sQ] ADMIN: Happy Holidays To: seaquest@stgenesis.org Cc: trektalk@stgenesis.org, eds@stgenesis.org, seaquest-ff@stgenesis.org, sq-ff-adult@stgenesis.org, buffy@stgenesis.org, earth2@stgenesis.org, drwho@stgenesis.org, jag@stgenesis.org, jag-ff@stgenesis.org, ltjgmeg@stgenesis.org, managers@stgenesis.org Reply-to: seaquest@stgenesis.org Delivered-to: mailing list seaquest@stgenesis.org Mailing-List: contact seaquest-help@stgenesis.org; run by ezmlm On Tue, 23 Dec 1997, Zroh wrote: > > Happy Holidays to all, your card can be retrieved at > http://www.azstarnet.com/public/holiday/claims/leigh922302.html > > Enjoy! :) > > Thanks for making stgenesis.org what it is today, have a safe and happy > Holidays. > > > |\ _,,,---,,_ Leigh "Wolenczak" > /,`.-'`' -. ;-;;,_ Escapenet IRC Network > |,4- ) )-,_..;\ ( `'-' http://www.escapenet.org > '---''(_/--' `-'\_) > > "Two men walked into a bar. You'd think the second one would have seen it." > > > ******************************************************************** > * The seaQuest mailing list seaquest@stgenesis.org * > ******************************************************************** > * To unsubscribe, send an e-mail to: * > * seaquest-unsubscribe@stgenesis.org * > ******************************************************************** > Happy Hollydays to you to all out there on the Net. Yes Merry Xmas from Sibiu, Romania. CU +-----------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | Silviu silviu@lsbeg.soroscj.ro | | Smile tomorrow may be worse !! | | Home page: http://lsbeg.soroscj.ro/~silviu/ | | Tel/Fax/Modem 0040-069-214805 | | Sibiu, Romania, Earth +-----------------------------------------------------------------------------+ ******************************************************************** * The seaQuest mailing list seaquest@stgenesis.org * ******************************************************************** * To unsubscribe, send an e-mail to: * * seaquest-unsubscribe@stgenesis.org * ******************************************************************** Date: Tue, 23 Dec 1997 13:58:20 -0500 From: The Haas Family Subject: Re: [sQ-ff] ADMIN: Reply-to's are back To: seaquest-ff Reply-to: seaquest-ff@stgenesis.org X-Mailer: Microsoft Outlook Express 4.71.1712.3 Delivered-to: mailing list seaquest-ff@stgenesis.org Mailing-List: contact seaquest-ff-help@stgenesis.org; run by ezmlm X-MSMail-Priority: Normal X-MimeOLE: Produced By Microsoft MimeOLE V4.71.1712.3 X-Proc-type: 3 Hi, I dont even know if you can help me, but i want to get off of this damned seaQuest list and it wont let me, HELP PLEASE! Date: Tue, 23 Dec 1997 19:06:53 +0000 From: Silvia Casale Subject: Re: [sQ-ff] ADMIN: Happy Holidays X-Sender: silvia.casale@pop-3.ukonline.co.uk To: seaquest-ff@stgenesis.org Reply-to: seaquest-ff@stgenesis.org X-Mailer: Windows Eudora Light Version 1.5.4 (16) Delivered-to: mailing list seaquest-ff@stgenesis.org Mailing-List: contact seaquest-ff-help@stgenesis.org; run by ezmlm >Happy Holidays to all, your card can be retrieved at >http://www.azstarnet.com/public/holiday/claims/leigh922302.html > I'll try and go there if I have a minute in between the relatives demanding attention... not very likely, but, you never know. >Enjoy! :) Thank you- Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year! > >Thanks for making stgenesis.org what it is today, have a safe and happy >Holidays. Thank you for all your incredible and very hard work. I love being on the lists!! Thanks. Alexi Date: Tue, 23 Dec 1997 19:44:52 +0000 From: Silvia Casale Subject: Re: [sQ-ff] ADMIN: Happy Holidays X-Sender: silvia.casale@pop-3.ukonline.co.uk To: seaquest-ff@stgenesis.org Reply-to: seaquest-ff@stgenesis.org X-Mailer: Windows Eudora Light Version 1.5.4 (16) Delivered-to: mailing list seaquest-ff@stgenesis.org Mailing-List: contact seaquest-ff-help@stgenesis.org; run by ezmlm Sorry!!!!!, the last mail was meant to go privately- I just thoughtn the reply wasn't back on yet and I got all confused about the colums when i tried to check it, but I did want to wish everyone a very Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year. Alexi Date: Tue, 23 Dec 1997 22:48:11 +0100 From: Aleksander Rozman - Andy Subject: E2-FF: Andy's Earth2 Page Update Sender: owner-e2-fanfic@stargame.dyn.ml.org X-Sender: rozmanal@164.8.8.5 To: Earth 2 List , Earth 2 FanFic List Reply-to: Aleksander Rozman - Andy X-Mailer: QUALCOMM Windows Eudora Light Version 3.0.3 (32) X-Authentication-warning: stargame.dyn.ml.org: bin set sender to owner-e2-fanfic@stargame.dyn.ml.org using -f Hi ! I updated my E2 pages. They are available ONLY on http://www.stgenesis.org/~andy/pages/earth2/ I have added sound samples I promissed so long ago. I will add pictures sometime after X-mas. Merry Christmas and Happy New Year 1998. Andy ************************************************************************** * Aleksander Rozman - Andy * Member of: E2:EA, E2F, SAABer, Trekkie, * * aleksander.rozman@uni-mb.si * X-Phile, Heller's angel, True's screamer,* * andy@escapenet.org * True's Trooper, Questie, Legacy, PO5. * * Maribor, Slovenia (Europe) ******************************************** * ICQ-UIC: 4911125 * http://www.escapenet.org/~andy/ * * PGP key available * http://tferi4.uni-mb.si/~rozmanal/ * ************************************************************************** ***Join the Party of Five fanfic list. Send message to po5-ff-subscribe@escapenet.org.*** -------------------------------- ANNOUNCE! BETA Test of Stargame Web Forums Would you like a free web BBS forum to help us Beta test our forums? If so, e-mail bh@stargame.dyn.ml.org with the name of the forum. Date: Tue, 23 Dec 1997 20:57:21 -0600 (CST) From: Zroh Subject: [sQ] ADMIN: Please be careful To: seaquest@stgenesis.org, seaquest-ff@stgenesis.org, sq-ff-adult@stgenesis.org Reply-to: seaquest@stgenesis.org Delivered-to: mailing list seaquest@stgenesis.org Mailing-List: contact seaquest-help@stgenesis.org; run by ezmlm Folks, please be careful on the internet. I'm writing this because I'm concerned with this user DSV4600 who was mentioned earlier. Based on the emails and complaints I recieved after his post regarding another mailing list I felt compelled to warn you. Please be careful with this person. I cannot stress this enough. He appears obsessed with myself and a few others on the list bent on revenge for being removed from the stgenesis.org lists for his threats made on lives of several members of the mailing list including myself. I've spoken with this person several times via messages and email from my AOL account. There is something seriously wrong with this person. As administrator of these lists I feel a duty to protect it's members from users such as these and I cannot stress enough to execute extreme caution when dealing with this person. This person is dangerous as far as I'm concerned. Please - be very careful - I cannot stress this enough. If you have further questions or complaints regarding this individual or his posts please contact me at any time regarding this. And please - be safe. |\ _,,,---,,_ Leigh "Wolenczak" /,`.-'`' -. ;-;;,_ Escapenet IRC Network |,4- ) )-,_..;\ ( `'-' http://www.escapenet.org '---''(_/--' `-'\_) "Two men walked into a bar. You'd think the second one would have seen it." ******************************************************************** * The seaQuest mailing list seaquest@stgenesis.org * ******************************************************************** * To unsubscribe, send an e-mail to: * * seaquest-unsubscribe@stgenesis.org * ******************************************************************** Date: Tue, 23 Dec 1997 20:57:21 -0600 (CST) From: Zroh Subject: [sQ-ff] ADMIN: Please be careful To: seaquest@stgenesis.org, seaquest-ff@stgenesis.org, sq-ff-adult@stgenesis.org Reply-to: seaquest-ff@stgenesis.org Delivered-to: mailing list seaquest-ff@stgenesis.org Mailing-List: contact seaquest-ff-help@stgenesis.org; run by ezmlm Folks, please be careful on the internet. I'm writing this because I'm concerned with this user DSV4600 who was mentioned earlier. Based on the emails and complaints I recieved after his post regarding another mailing list I felt compelled to warn you. Please be careful with this person. I cannot stress this enough. He appears obsessed with myself and a few others on the list bent on revenge for being removed from the stgenesis.org lists for his threats made on lives of several members of the mailing list including myself. I've spoken with this person several times via messages and email from my AOL account. There is something seriously wrong with this person. As administrator of these lists I feel a duty to protect it's members from users such as these and I cannot stress enough to execute extreme caution when dealing with this person. This person is dangerous as far as I'm concerned. Please - be very careful - I cannot stress this enough. If you have further questions or complaints regarding this individual or his posts please contact me at any time regarding this. And please - be safe. |\ _,,,---,,_ Leigh "Wolenczak" /,`.-'`' -. ;-;;,_ Escapenet IRC Network |,4- ) )-,_..;\ ( `'-' http://www.escapenet.org '---''(_/--' `-'\_) "Two men walked into a bar. You'd think the second one would have seen it." Date: Tue, 23 Dec 1997 22:22:04 -0500 (EST) From: DagPiccolo Subject: Re: [sQ-ff] ADMIN: Please be careful To: seaquest-ff@stgenesis.org Reply-to: seaquest-ff@stgenesis.org Organization: AOL (http://www.aol.com) X-Mailer: Inet_Mail_Out (IMOv11) Delivered-to: mailing list seaquest-ff@stgenesis.org Mailing-List: contact seaquest-ff-help@stgenesis.org; run by ezmlm DSV4600??? Uhm.. what server is he on? I know a DSV4600 and I just want to make sure I'm igonring the right guy. -Anjie Date: Tue, 23 Dec 1997 21:58:37 -0600 (CST) From: Zroh Subject: Re: [sQ-ff] ADMIN: Please be careful To: seaquest-ff@stgenesis.org Cc: seaquest@stgenesis.org, sq-ff-adult@stgenesis.org Reply-to: seaquest-ff@stgenesis.org Delivered-to: mailing list seaquest-ff@stgenesis.org Mailing-List: contact seaquest-ff-help@stgenesis.org; run by ezmlm I'm sorry I should have been more clear the user is on aol.com - my apologies. Just please be careful folks On Tue, 23 Dec 1997, DagPiccolo wrote: > DSV4600??? Uhm.. what server is he on? I know a DSV4600 and I just want to > make sure I'm igonring the right guy. > > -Anjie > |\ _,,,---,,_ Leigh "Wolenczak" /,`.-'`' -. ;-;;,_ Escapenet IRC Network |,4- ) )-,_..;\ ( `'-' http://www.escapenet.org '---''(_/--' `-'\_) "Two men walked into a bar. You'd think the second one would have seen it." Date: Tue, 23 Dec 1997 21:58:37 -0600 (CST) From: Zroh Subject: Re: [sQ] [sQ-ff] ADMIN: Please be careful To: seaquest-ff@stgenesis.org Cc: seaquest@stgenesis.org, sq-ff-adult@stgenesis.org Delivered-to: mailing list seaquest@stgenesis.org Mailing-List: contact seaquest-help@stgenesis.org; run by ezmlm I'm sorry I should have been more clear the user is on aol.com - my apologies. Just please be careful folks On Tue, 23 Dec 1997, DagPiccolo wrote: > DSV4600??? Uhm.. what server is he on? I know a DSV4600 and I just want to > make sure I'm igonring the right guy. > > -Anjie > |\ _,,,---,,_ Leigh "Wolenczak" /,`.-'`' -. ;-;;,_ Escapenet IRC Network |,4- ) )-,_..;\ ( `'-' http://www.escapenet.org '---''(_/--' `-'\_) "Two men walked into a bar. You'd think the second one would have seen it." Date: Wed, 24 Dec 1997 06:04:09 -0500 From: Sheffield <106611.2713@compuserve.com> Subject: [sQ-ff] Xmas special #3/3 Sender: Sheffield <106611.2713@compuserve.com> To: "INTERNET:seaquest-ff@stg" Reply-to: seaquest-ff@stgenesis.org Delivered-to: mailing list seaquest-ff@stgenesis.org Mailing-List: contact seaquest-ff-help@stgenesis.org; run by ezmlm Christmas Special #3 For disclaimers see #1 As Lucas and his captor arrived back in Lucas’ cabin the door opened and Tim O’Neill put his head inside. He saw Tony and Jimmy Olsen asleep together in the bottom bunk and turned an interesting shade of beetroot red, stammering “Oh! Excuse me! I thought I heard a noise, but I guess I didn’t. Forget I was here. Not that you saw me. Being asleep and all. I’ll go now.” Lucas’ shouted warning was too late to prevent the interdimensional traveller pressing the barrel of her gun against O’Neill’s head and so ‘encouraging’ him to come inside and join the party. She looked at him speculatively. “You know,” she said, “you remind me of someone. Which gives me an idea... First of all let’s send Mr Olsen home.” She pointed the device at the sleeping form and he vanished. “Now, if you’ll both sit down ..” Lucas and Tim sat down on the floor, hands raised. “What’s going on?” Tim asked “No, no questions, we’ve already done ‘explaining the plot’ - you’ll catch up. Now wait there...” She pressed a button on the interdimensional device and vanished, reappearing a nanosecond later with O’Neill’s double. The two O’Neills stared at each other for a second, the real O’Neill in his jumpsuit, the double wearing what appeared to be a random collection of pots and pans, and then the traveller shot them both with the Izzard gun and they rolled together in a heap, snoring. Lucas was seized by the back of the neck and, once more, dragged between the dimensions. This time the universe had no time to materialise itself around him before he felt himself flying upwards and backwards to come to rest six inches off the ground with his back against a tree, held in place by an arm across his throat. This new threat was a striking woman in every sense: dressed only in a pair of boots, a metal breastplate and a collection of leather bookmarks, she made an impressive sight. (8) “What have you done with Joxer?” she demanded. Lucas found that, in spite of the very real possibility that he was about to be throttled, he was quite turned on by the experience. “Er, is he the guy who looks like O’Neill? Wearing a pasta strainer on his head? You aren’t going to believe this, but an interdimensional traveller kidnapped me and brought me here but her device only works if she leaves an equivalent character back on seaQuest in my place.” “A sorcerer exchanged him for you?” the woman summarised astutely. Her grip on Lucas’ throat slackened slightly but then she thought better of it and hoisted him up again. “So how do we get him back?” He tried his best heart-melting grin. “Search me.” * * * * * * So after she had turned him upside down, searched him down to the skin and demanded not only the story of his life but also a full explanation of the history, meaning and sexual inclinations of the Teletubbies, she found him what she considered some suitable clothing to wear. This consisted of a micro mini dress and a collection of leather straps which seemed to have a mind of their own. He began to see why that Joxer guy considered it necessary to cover his modesty with kitchenware. Still, thank heavens for stout black underwear which, he couldn’t help noticing, appeared to be standard issue for _everyone_. The woman had decided to go and search for the “sorcerer” who had abducted this Joxer guy and left Lucas in his place. She seemed, Lucas noticed, to think it was a pretty poor exchange. Given that they were in the middle of a forest in what appeared to be an entirely pre-industrial society Lucas couldn’t see much scope for demonstrating that he did, after all, have some plot uses other than kidnappee. At present they were travelling warily along a dirt track, the woman walking alongside her horse and chatting to her blonde friend, while Lucas, trussed up like a turkey, travelled rather less comfortably slung over the saddle of the horse. Suddenly the woman drew her sword and assumed a fighting stance. The blonde lifted up the staff she was carrying and held it like a pugil stick. Lucas couldn’t see or hear any reason for the sudden change of mood at first but then - whooooosh! There were arrows flying through the air like spikes at an exploding hedgehog convention. “yi-yi-yi-yi-yi-yi-yi!” yelled the woman. For a moment Lucas thought that dangling upside down from a horse was confusing him but then he oriented himself and thought, no, he really had seen her levitate backwards somersaults up a tree. The fight, if you can call it that, was even more confusing from Lucas’ point of view than it would have been to someone standing upright. The blonde girl was doing a great job against half a dozen ruffians who came out of the trees but were obviously too gentlemanly to fight her more than one at a time. The levitating brunette had a great line in chopping arrows out of the air with her sword but in the end it was hopeless - there were hundreds of them and only one of her. Lucas felt a sword at his throat and the guy holding it there said “Stop or he dies.” The blonde was stupid enough to look round at this and so got grabbed too. The bad guys tried again. “Stop or SHE dies.” This seemed to be the signal for the strapping brunette to give in too - she leapt out of her tree and dropped her sword. After a few moments the two women joined Lucas trussed up on the back of the horse and the three of them were taken deeper into the forest. There they were separated and Lucas found himself tied to a fir tree in the middle of an extremely smelly and unpleasant looking, vaguely medieval war-band’s camp. It was, naturally, at this point that our friend the interdimensional traveller decided to reappear. Taking the opportunity to free themselves, the blonde woman disappeared silently into the forest. The brunette, however, crept towards the traveller while she was distracted talking to Lucas. “Now this,” she was saying, “is more like it. I take it this war-band plan to sacrifice you to their gods? Cute outfit, by the way.” Lucas flicked his hair back out of his eyes and raised his eyebrows at her sardonically but said nothing. “I’m kind of torn - should I let them play it out to the end, lurid tortures and all, given that it won’t have any lasting effect, or shall we move on to the next experience?” Suddenly Lucas’ face brightened. “I get it!” he said excitedly “It’s a Christmas special! I must have been mean to someone, or not been cheerful enough about it being Christmas. Or - oh please don’t tell me the “real” Santa Claus is somewhere on seaQuest incognito? But we’ve done the spirit of Christmas present, and this is Christmas past... OK, OK, I get it, I give in. Take me to Tiny Tim’s house - I’ll reform. I DO believe in Santa Claus, honest. No need to go through all that ‘Christmas yet to come’ stuff” She raised the interdimensional device but at that nanosecond the brunette leapt on her, aiming for the device which she had intuitively recognised as the key to retrieving Joxer. And then the traveller and the brunette were gone... ...and there we leave Lucas, tied to a tree in the middle of a forest. So be sure, when you’ve opened the last of your presents, that you check CAREFULLY whether there’s anything left under the tree. And as for Xena’s adventures on seaQuest, well, that’s another story! Gawd bless us, every one. (8) (7) It’s Xena. Doh! (8) As Tiny Tim would say. Date: Wed, 24 Dec 1997 06:04:04 -0500 From: Sheffield <106611.2713@compuserve.com> Subject: [sQ-ff] Xmas special #2/3 Sender: Sheffield <106611.2713@compuserve.com> To: "INTERNET:seaquest-ff@stg" Reply-to: seaquest-ff@stgenesis.org Delivered-to: mailing list seaquest-ff@stgenesis.org Mailing-List: contact seaquest-ff-help@stgenesis.org; run by ezmlm Christmas Special #2 For disclaimers see #1 The elevator doors opened and Lucas saw an open-plan office with several people busily working away on computer terminals. A tall man in glasses and a well cut suit looked up and said: “Can I help you, son?” “Er - I’m not sure.” “Come over here and have a seat. Tell me all about it. My name’s Clark Kent, by the way... and you’re?” “Lucas Wolanczek. I’m from seaQuest.” Kent looked blank.(2) “Look, I was on a submarine. This woman turned up out of nowhere, said she was an interdimensional traveller and that she was going to take me to another universe to see me suffer. Oh yea, and she said she had to leave someone from there behind while I was here. You haven’t missed a kid about my age, jeans and a leather jacket, name of Jimmy?” A woman who had been listening to Lucas’ story reached over to an empty desk and picked up a framed photograph of some kind of celebration. There were four people in the photograph, three men in tuxes and the woman. One of the men was Kent, one was a fatherly man in his fifties and the other... “Yea, that’s him.” Lucas agreed. “Jimmy? What’s happened to him?” she asked. “The last I saw of him he was bound and gagged, unconscious, on a bunk with my roommate.” Lois and Clark boggled at this but, moving swiftly to crush any suggestion of homoerotic subtext, Lucas explained about the Izzard gun. “Oh!” they chorused, enlightened. Kent sat down at a computer terminal and, hesitantly, began to type. “I wonder if there’s anything in Jimmy’s computer - he’s our resident computer expert, Lucas -” “Er, I know a thing or two about computers...” “You really are equivalent characters then.” mused the woman. “Oh, I should introduce myself. Lois Lane. I’m a reporter. This is the Daily Planet. The newspaper?” “Sorry,” Lucas said, taking over from Kent and typing away, “never heard of it. Different universes and all that. Actually...” he looked up from the screen long enough to catch Kent’s eye “... can you direct me to the men’s room? Interdimensional travelling really makes you want to go-” While Lucas was in the men’s room Lois and Clark had a brief plot conference, deciding that (i) Lucas was probably a good guy (ii) Jimmy would be all right in the end (iii) The best way to rescue Jimmy would be for Superman to return Lucas home to his own dimension but neither of them had any idea how to do that. (iv) Although no doubt there would be something in the computer records (v) Or Dr Klein would think of something (vi) Or someone else. (vii) Or something. They also dealt with a few relationship points, concluding that (a) they were both people people, and, as such, (being people who need people) were the luckiest people in the world (b) sweetie pie loves honeybunch (3) Meanwhile, in the men’s room, Lucas was running some cold water into the sink and looking at himself in the mirror in that pointless way that people do on TV because they can’t show what they _really_ do in there. Suddenly there was a menacing chuckle and a white gloved hand came out of the plug-hole and grabbed Lucas by the wrist. Someone started to sing: Let’s sink the seaQuest again. Let’s sink the seaQuest again. (4) Lucas desperately struggled against the grip on his wrist. The singer gurgled and then said “Calling yourself Lucas Wolanczek, now, are you, boy? I knew we’d meet again. Didn’t grow up to be John Boy Walton after all, did you?” (5) “I don’t know what you’re talking about. Let me go!” But the sinister clown was pulling himself, impossibly, out of the plug hole and manifesting himself as an extraordinary sight: a full white-face clown wearing fishnets, a basque and stilettos. He put back his head and roared, displaying filed and pointed teeth. Remembering what Jimmy had shouted when he had freed himself from the gag and, thinking, what the heck, Lucas opened his mouth and yelled "Superman! Help! Superman" Something happened. It is hard to recount what it was because, to Lucas, it was as though someone had stopped a film running, painted in a red blur, and then restarted the film at another scene. Deducing quickly what must actually have happened, Lucas realised that someone moving at superhuman speed had plucked him away from the sinister clown and deposited him in the street outside. A large muscular man wearing blue tights and red underwear was now standing over him. "Thank you" Lucas said "er - Superman I presume?" Lois arrived on the run. “What happened?” “Miss Lane: something very odd was happening in the mens room. What looked like a white-face clown in a basque was attacking Lucas.” “A clown?” “In a basque, yes. Er, maybe you shouldn’t put that in your newspaper.” It had taken him a moment but Lucas finally got it. “Hey - you’re Clark Kent. Why are you going around with your underwear outside your trousers?” “You recognised him???” Lois said in a furious whisper. “It took me three years and I still didn’t get it.” “He’s from another universe, remember? Maybe that’s it. Lucas, I’d appreciate it if you didn’t mention the secret identity thing to anyone else. Oh, and by the way, speaking of underwear...” Lucas blushed as he realised he was still dressed in the teletubby boxers (6) and t-shirt he had been sleeping in. “No sweat. Hey, does this guy Jimmy know?” “No.” *Hah!* thought Lucas triumphantly. *We may be equivalent characters but I’m smarter than he is, anyway.*(7) At that moment the mysterious interdimensional traveller appeared, pointing her Izzard gun at Lois and Superman. “That’s enough plot,” she said, “this was supposed to be a ‘Lucas suffers interestingly’ scenario but it’s not working for me.” Superman looked sternly at her. “What’s happened to Jimmy Olsen?” She fired the gun. Superman was hit full face with the blast but, as you would expect, it seemed to have no effect. “Hmm,” said the mysterious traveller seizing Lucas by the arm and producing her interdimensional device again “I _thought_ I had it set on ‘red kryptonite’ but I guess...” Superman was clutching his forehead and looking mildly confused. “Gee, I could really use a tuna bagel,” he was muttering. “...I must still have it set on ‘obsessive interest in fish’” The world dissolved. Again. (2) Since I understand seaQuest and Lois and Clark were originally aired in the States simultaneously on different channels it follows that the inhabitants of either universe could not have known anything about the existence of the other. Well, that’s no stupider than the usual excuses for people not knowing about the existence of Superman. (3) I know, I know, but is it any more puke-making than the series actually became? (4) To the tune of the Timewarp, from the Rocky Horror Show, obviously. Look, it’s Tim Curry down there, OK??? (5) As a child actor, JB was in Stephen King’s It - where the children were attacked by a sinister clown played by Tim Curry which came at them through the water system - and his character was played as a grown up by the actor who played John Boy Walton. Doh! (6) If teletubbies haven’t made it to the States yet (although someone told me they were on PBS) just forget it: it’s a programme for pre-school children also allegedly very popular with students and people taking recreational pharmaceuticals. (7) Not that that would be difficult. Date: Wed, 24 Dec 1997 06:03:58 -0500 From: Sheffield <106611.2713@compuserve.com> Subject: [sQ-ff] Xmas special #1/3 Sender: Sheffield <106611.2713@compuserve.com> To: "INTERNET:seaquest-ff@stg" Reply-to: seaquest-ff@stgenesis.org Delivered-to: mailing list seaquest-ff@stgenesis.org Mailing-List: contact seaquest-ff-help@stgenesis.org; run by ezmlm Every TV programme, sooner or later, has its Christmas special. What, I wondered, would the seaQuest’s have been like? Absolutely nothing like this little humourous story I expect. Hope you smile, but remember, humour is a very personal thing so if you don’t find this funny, er, sorry, and no offence. Cool yule, dudes. Sheffield Christmas Special Disclaimer: this is fan fiction only and all trademarks and copyrights are acknowledged. No identification with any individual or organisation is intended or should be inferred. One It was one minute to midnight on Christmas Eve, a time when the veils between different universes are thin, and anything is possible. Lucas and Tony lay asleep in their bunks and Darwin swam slowly past them, making patterns in the light reflected from the aquatubes. Suddenly there was a sound like the cracking of ice on a frozen pond and two people fell through a hole in the universe, coming to a halt only when they hit the floor of the cabin. Tony and Lucas both woke with a start and sat up but one of the figures raised a weapon and fired it and Tony immediately rolled over and fell back to sleep. Lucas swung his legs over the edge of the bunk and jumped down, raising his hands. "Who are you? What do you want?" he said. The figure moved towards him and gestured with the gun for him to turn around. As he did so he saw that the second figure was handcuffed and had his mouth stuffed with cloth. It was a boy around his own age, wearing blue jeans and a leather jacket. He was struggling to get rid of the gag and, as Lucas watched, he managed to spit out the cloth and let out a mighty yell "Superman, help - Superman!" The figure with the gun picked up the gag and stuffed it back into the boy's mouth and pushed him, still struggling fiercely, down onto the bed next to Tony. Then she raised the gun and pointed it at the boy and, in spite of Lucas yelling "no!", she fired. But it must have been an Izzard gun (1), because all that happened was the handcuffed boy lay down quietly next to Tony and began to snore. "Are you going to tell me what you want?" asked Lucas nervously. Something was clearly going on which was quite out of the ordinary. No-one had come running to look at what was happening to cause the shouting and no-one seemed to have detected the firing of the extraordinary weapon. Things were clearly not as they should be in the seaQuest universe. "I'm your Christmas ELF: so, obviously, what I want is you, Lucas." Lucas looked disbelievingly at the figure: "Excuse me? Christmas elf?" "That's E L F - EvilLucasFan - not some pointy eared Santa's helper but someone who enjoys watching you suffer. You _are_ going to suffer for me, aren't you, Lucas?" "Do I have a choice?" Lucas was held at gunpoint, his friends unable to help him, his only potential ally unconscious, and a mysterious inter-dimensional traveller was telling him she wanted him to suffer: this looked like a "Lucas suffers" scenario to him! "OK, I'm the bad guy, obviously, and I understand all about bad guy etiquette. So at this point I will explain the plot to you so that the reader knows what's going on and, of course, so that you can do your best to thwart my evil intent." "Er, can you run the thing about the reader past me again?" Lucas asked. "Ah, I should have explained, this is only fan fiction, not cannon, so anything that happens to you over the next few days doesn't have any lasting effect. I can turn you into a bulimic, a Navy Seal, a vampire... just about anything I like, but when the story is over you go back to being yourself." Lucas was finding all this incomprehensible, as well as vaguely threatening, and so had on his sullen "if I don't look at you it isn't happening" face, refusing to meet his captor's gaze, in that pose which meant his hair flopped rather attractively over his eyes. "Whatever" he said sulkily. His captor smiled and carried on. "I have obtained an interdimensional transporter and I intend to remove you from the seaQuest universe to see if you suffer just as beautifully in another universe. The only requirement of the device is that I leave an equivalent character behind whenever I take you away. So Jimmy here is going to replace you for a while, just long enough for us to visit his universe. I've set the Izzard gun on "roll over and go to sleep" so he and Tony should both be out cold until we come back. No-one gets hurt, no-one suffers - except you of course." "Of course." Darwin hammered against the aquatubes with his snout and they heard him over the vocoder saying "Lucas in trouble. Bad person try take Lucas away. Darwin get help." The woman raised the Izzard gun, fiddled quickly with the settings, and fired it at the dolphin. "No!" Lucas yelled "What are you doing!" "Don't worry Lucas, I set it on "obsessive interest in fish" so he will simply forget about doing his Lassie impression and we can get out of here. Remember, no-one suffers except you." Lucas watched as Darwin swam quickly away and, over the vocoder, they heard him mutter "Fish, fish, more fish, where are all the fish?" The woman took a small device from her pocket and pressed a button. Lucas saw the cabin apparently dissolve around him and, when the universe reassembled itself, he was standing in a small wood panelled room, apparently an elevator. (more follows in part 2...) (1) I've stolen the idea for the Izzard gun from Eddie Izzard. I'm not sure how well known Eddie Izzard is in the States, but he's a British alternative comedian who does an extremely funny set about the phasers on Star trek where he muses about why they should only have two settings, kill and stun. There ought, he argues, to be something else. How about phasers on "bit of a limp" or phasers on "sudden interest in botany" - bad guys run towards the crew who fire phasers on "sudden interest in botany" and the bad guys break off their attack to look at the flowers growing by their feet. In this case you should imagine the Izzard gun can "fire" pretty much any emotional state I want it to. Date: Wed, 24 Dec 1997 10:46:54 -0500 From: "Kathy B." Subject: Re: [sQ-ff] Xmas special #1/3 To: seaquest-ff Reply-to: seaquest-ff@stgenesis.org X-Mailer: Microsoft Internet Mail 4.70.1155 Delivered-to: mailing list seaquest-ff@stgenesis.org Mailing-List: contact seaquest-ff-help@stgenesis.org; run by ezmlm X-MSMail-Priority: Normal X-Proc-type: 3 What, did you think I wouldn't comment on this? Though I personally shy away from crossovers, the obvious silliness of this one was okay, to me, personally. >"I'm your Christmas ELF: so, obviously, what I want is you, Lucas." >Lucas looked disbelievingly at the figure: >"Excuse me? Christmas elf?" >"That's E L F - EvilLucasFan - not some pointy eared Santa's helper but >someone who enjoys watching you suffer. You _are_ going to suffer for >me, aren't you, Lucas?" YAY!!!!!!!!!!!!! >"Ah, I should have explained, this is only fan fiction, not cannon, so >anything that happens to you over the next few days doesn't have any >lasting effect. I can turn you into a bulimic, a Navy Seal, a vampire... >just >about anything I like, but when the story is over you go back to being >yourself." First, I would like to thank all the little people who made this ::wipes away a single tear:: Who made this mention possible.... ::snickers:: Never did I think I'd be thought of as such an evil writer. This was pretty good, hon, and I'm glad to see the list still exists, to some degree.... K.B. Alternate-recipient: prohibited Date: Tue, 16 Dec 1997 12:19:36 -0500 (EST) From: "Vincenti, Michelle" Subject: [sQ-ff] Turn Back Time - Part 2: Katie's response To: sQ fanfic list Reply-to: seaquest-ff@stgenesis.org Posting-date: Tue, 16 Dec 1997 12:26:00 -0500 (EST) Importance: normal Priority: normal Sensitivity: Company-Confidential UA-content-id: B80ZXDVHRRJM A1-type: MAIL Delivered-to: mailing list seaquest-ff@stgenesis.org Mailing-List: contact seaquest-ff-help@stgenesis.org; run by ezmlm I couldn't resist...I had to at least make sure this got out for Christmas. I haven't written Ben's reaction to this yet, but that's because of exams. I'm sending this on deferred delivery, so it gets there right on Christmas! I guess you could say that this is my Christmas present to you guys... Y'all know the usual disclaimers...B&K aren't mine, etc., etc, or else they'd still be married This is dedicated to Larie, my wonderful editor. I know you haven't read it yet, but I know how you are with B&K :) This one's for you, hon :) (No, I wasn't channeling Clark Gable as I wrote it...) Have a great holiday everyone! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Turn Back Time - Part 2: Katie's response by Michelle Vincenti Dear Ben, Just as you had your reasons for handwriting your letter, I have my reasons in typing mine. Although my surprise at receiving your letter has not diminished, the icy chill I once felt toward you has slightly melted. But only _slightly_. Goddamn it, Ben, what did you think you were doing when you wrote that? I thought I'd be able to avoid having this conversation with you, I really did, but once again, your inability to see beyond yourself or your own feelings is forcing me to bring this up. My feelings for you never changed. You're the one that walked out on me, remember? You're the one who lied, cheated and basically walked all over me without looking back. When you walked out on me, you did more than just tear my heart to pieces, you took those pieces with you. You have no idea how many nights I stayed awake, wishing you'd come back to me. It took a long time before I finally realized my dream was not going to come true and you weren't coming home. It hurt me so much to finally let go, but it hurt even more holding on to the hope. Just as Rhett Butler said to Scarlett in _Gone With the Wind_, "You think that by saying you're sorry, all the past can be corrected." Well, you can't. "I'm sorry" just isn't going to cut it here, Ben. Saying it isn't going to work. You need to *show* me that you're serious about wanting me back. So far, I've seen nothing but words from you, nothing substantial. I need you to prove to me that you want this. So far, even your words don't tell me this. If you can convince me of how much you want it and give me enough of a reason why I should even think about taking you back, then maybe I'll consider it. Yes, I still care, but I don't want to waste my time on something that will only break my heart again. Sincerely, Katie ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ copyright 1997 by Michelle Vincenti Guys, just one request with feedback, although I love it & all, could you try to send it as close to, or after January 27th? Please? I may not have time to check my mail that often during break & I love answering when people give me feedback, which I may not have time to do. So could you just do me that one little favor? Thanks... ~Michelle <|:) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ fanfic page: http://www.geocities.com/Area51/Lair/4867 "Treat everyone the same. . .until you find out they're an idiot." - Lucy Lawless "The last time I checked, the Bill of Rights was still intact." - Captain Nathan Hale Bridger, "To Be or Not to Be" (sQ) "Oh, if I just wasn't a lady, what I wouldn't tell that varmint." - Scarlett O'Hara, _Gone With the Wind_ "I want to change, but I can't and I know I'll just never fit in anywhere." - Jo March, _Little Women_ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Date: Thu, 25 Dec 1997 15:33:11 -0500 From: Gail and Doug Rothenberg Subject: [sQ-ff] OT: Merry Christmas!!! X-Sender: douggail@pop.ma.ultranet.com To: seaQuest-ff@stgenesis.org Reply-to: seaquest-ff@stgenesis.org X-Mailer: Windows Eudora Light Version 1.5.4 (32) Delivered-to: mailing list seaquest-ff@stgenesis.org Mailing-List: contact seaquest-ff-help@stgenesis.org; run by ezmlm Merry Christmas everyone! I'm really excited because I *finally* got the Internet at my own house. I'm getting my own address tomorrow, so I don't have to share a mailbox with the rest of my family. ::smiles evilly:: Anyway, my friend and I made up a few new songs including "Hudson Got Run Over By the _Stinger_", "The Twelve Years on _seaQuest_ and, of course, "I Saw Lonnie Kissing Santa Clause." (actually, only the chorus to the last one was written, but it's pretty funny anyway.) If you'd like the words to any of these, e-mail me. (Tomorrow I'll post my new address.) Sorry for tying up the list with this pointless post, but I'm really excited (as stated before.) DIENA (who drinks too much coffee) TAYLOR