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Diary of Captain Magilean_Swift, Commander of the Starship MSD-8931 by darkblade155 |
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Captain's Log: Stardate, 64th Day of awakening. YR 436 -4:00 PM. We have received Neomail just then. This could quite possibly
mean our end. Here is the message But we have been in this territory for 48 hours at top speed, we cannot escape! And of course Quebec_ROM would never listen to reason. We prepared for assault. Captain's Log: Stardate, 65th Day of awakening. YR 436 -4:20 PM. We have detected his ship approaching, ETA 5 Minutes, I must stop writing to command my vessel. "Captain, He's one minute away!, Could you suggest a last minute plan?" said the ship's pilot. "No, This is the only way. We must attack. Charge up the cannons," I replied. "Captain, he is in firing range, Errr. Why isn't he attacking, he's just sitting there...We're being hailed." "On screen!" The screen turned on and the face of Quebec_ROM was uglier than I last remember. He stared for a minute. Then began speaking... "So. You didn't leave my territory. An explanation?" boomed Quebec's deep voice... "We didn't have enough time," I said, concealing my fear. "We would have considered giving you more time to retreat. You never replied." "Maybe we can agree on something?" He disconnected the screen. "Captain! He's charging his weapons!" "Open Fire," I yelped. We fired first, because he was still charging. But we never charged up. This wouldn't even phase him. Then he fired. When we looked through the observation screen all we could see was light coming towards us. When whatever it was hit us, the ship Shook so much we almost went upside-down. The lights went out and there was damage reports being yelled out of every computer. "Pilot! Damage report." "We're at 70% shields, sir! We can't take another one of those hits!" "Send a retreat flare and hope he stops." We launched the flare. It exploded into a huge white firework. Quebec stopped charging his weapons. "We're being hailed" "On Screen!" Once again we had the sight of Quebec's ugly face on the screen, and once again he began, not talking, but laughing... "Hahaha! Do you surrender already?" "Yes." I sighed. "We surrender." "Very well. Tell your crew they have one hour to pack before they are captured and brought aboard." The screen turned off. The crew around the room began crying, some kept a straight face. "Captain?!? How can you let him do that?" said a disturbed looking Acara, hugging her children... Then something snapped in my brain, I began laughing uncontrollably. "Captain! You must do something, how dare you laugh, look at us. We are ab..." I stopped her. "Who said we're getting captured? Pilot... How many surrender flares do we have left?" "Forty five," he said, sulking. I laughed even louder... An hour passed and Quebec hailed, "OK. Beam aboard my ship or we will take your people by force." I turned to the pilot with a beaming smile, and after what I told him he smiled back. "You heard Quebec pilot, turn on the teleporter!" Waiting on the teleport pads were 40 of the 45 surrender flares. In a powdery flash of light the flares disappeared "OK pilot, activate the flares NOW!" "Happy new year," said the pilot in a terminator voice. We all crowded around the observation deck to watch the fireworks of the SS-Dreadnaught. We all clapped and cheered. We even launched the rest of the flares at his ship (Now floating space debris) for fun. Hmm, I bet my log would love to hear about this... Captain's Log: Stardate... The End |
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