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Eugene
An Innocent Eugene's Fantasy, or what IRC should be used for When she logged in that evening, she received some email from 'Starfleet Command', the people who administered the Internet Star Trek simulation. Her starship design had been approved! The model which she'd constructed had been re-built from a Sculpt-Animate 3D object to the custom format used by the simulation and was now a part of the database of accepted designs at Starfleet. She had been given command of the ship, the USS Kahluri, NCC 2977, and she didn't waste any time in trying it out. She started up the pseudo-IRC interface, quit her terminal emulator and ran the simulation program. a high-res image of the interior of Starbase 44 was displayed on her screen; this was where she'd elected to start her journey. As her IRC node was notified of other players currently on the system, their respective models were loaded from the database on her machine into memory, in case she happened to fly within visual range of any of them. There were:
"WHAT?" she gasped. That had to be a mistake. She checked; "Nope ... almost eight hundred Borg ships in space. they must be computer- moderated." She sighed to herself. "I guess this is the Big One." She notified Starfleet Command that she was ready for active service, and her orders came through:
STARDATE 2810992.348, USS KAHLURI NCC 2977 "Good luck, my ASS," she muttered as she set the course and engaged the warp engines. Her ship's changing position was sent to the IRC node ten times a second, which then sent it to all the other players on the system. Starbase 44 rapidly receded into the distance as she hit warp 12 ("I like to think that I can get out of trouble faster than I got into it," she'd told Starfleet), and within minutes she was at the first rendezvous point, to be joined by the USS Inka Princess; a Klingon ship. The commander of this ship was also female, and a Klingon (or so she'd been told). She hailed the vessel, the Klingon equivalent of a Galaxy-Class, and received a reply: "qatul batlh! qatul Huch! qatul roj!" "Typical Klingon." She admired the other starship through her starboard viewer and resisted the temptation to show off by putting the Kahluri through an Immelman. Suddenly, at extreme sensor range, she spotted another ship, coming straight for them. and another, and another. Soon, there were almost a hundred of them. Her jaw dropped. Before they got within firing range, she snapped a quick message to the captain of the Inka Princess, "I'll get in back of 'em, you cover me," and shoved it up to warp 16. She plowed straight through the mass of Borg ships before they even knew she was there, executed a 180 degree end-over spin and, facing backwards while still receding at warp 14, she fired all of her phasers, specially rigged to change frequency every half second. Her first strike went through seven Borg ships, damaging six of them beyond their auto-repair capability. She spotted a cluster of about twelve ships quite close together, and let fly with a barrage of photon torpedoes at their centre. Just before they hit, moving with what seemed to her to be glacial slowness, she flung her phasers at them again, clearing a hole for the torpedoes to hit. As the Borg ships vanished from her display, she grinned and thought, "Shame it isn't this easy in the real world." Just then, her ship shuddered. "Inka Princess! Hey, I think I'm in trouble ..." A Borg ship had snared her with a tractor beam from behind, and was about to carve some slices from it. Shields were draining rapidly. "Sigh!" came the response from the Klingon Vessel as it raced to her assistance ... Etc etc etc. I think you all get the idea. doesn't this sound more exciting than +hottub? |
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