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RE: Star Trek: The Singles Generation - 11/13/2005 9:51:04 PM
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Lelandra Shell exits Ten Forward as quietly and discreetly as possible, so as not to garner any unwanted attention. Kanani follows close behind. She steps through the doors of Ten Forward and looks up and down the hall, searching for the source of the scent of smoke that her finely attuned senses picked up.
"Computer. Is there something... burning... on this ship?"
"Affirmative. Deck 10, outside Ten Forward."
She glances around confused. The source is coming from HERE. But where?
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RE: Star Trek: The Singles Generation - 11/14/2005 12:44:16 AM
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Shell: Computer... What unit is the burning coming from on Deck 10?
Computer: The burning is coming from Deck 10, outside Ten Forward.
Shell shrugs. Now THAT was helpful. She looks over at Kanani.
Shell: Perhaps it is coming from WITHIN the walls, and that is why the computer can't pinpoint it. I'll need someone small enough to crawl through the Jeffries tube and check it out.
She looks at Kanani for a moment and then grins.
Shell: You look perfect for the job!
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RE: Star Trek: The Singles Generation - 11/14/2005 8:38:41 AM
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Captain Nemo walks up to where his First Officer and Hostess are having a conversation.
Captain: Report.
Shell: Sir, the computer cannot pinpoint the source of the smoke.
Captain: (taking out his tricorder and turning it on) Computer, analyze the composition of the atmosphere.
Computer: Normal levels of oxygen, nitrogen, hydrogen, helium, argon.
Captain: Any anomolis readings?
Computer: A six percent higher level of carbon dioxide and methane, and three percent plasma residue.
Captain: Captain to Engineering.
Crewman: Engineering here, sir.
Captain: I want two diagnostic and repair teams to deck ten, forward section. We have a small plasma fire somewhere near a processing junction. We need to find it, put it out and make repairs, and I want this done descretly.
Crewman: Yes sir.
Captain: Nemo out. Kanani, I want you to return to the reception and make sure our guests are comfortable. Prepare your staff for a quick evacuation.
Kanani: Evacuation?
Captain: It's just a precaution. Some of the highest ranking Starfleet officers are in TenForward and I don't want anything to happen to them.
Kanani: Yes sir.
Kanani quickly makes her way to TenForward while Nemo opens a pannel in the corridor. He removes two tricorders, different than the one he held in his hand before, and hands one of them to Shell.
Captain: We're going to start searching for that fire.
Shell: Isn't that the job of the teams you just sent for?
Captain: It will take another three to five minutes before either of those two teams arrive. That's three to five minutes the fire can continue to burn, damaging vital parts of this ship. Now, set your tricorder to search for plasma heat, and high concentrations of Methane and...
Shell: I know what to set my tricorder to, Captian.
Oops, that was said with a little more bit than I had wanted, Shell quickly thought to herself.
Captain: Commander, your knowledge of Battle tactics, weaponry, and defense is impressive, but you have a lot to learn about what makes a starship run and what makes a mission successful. Now, you take the left side of this corridor and I'll take the right. We'll work in a parrallel pattern until the repair crews arrive.
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RE: Star Trek: The Singles Generation - 11/14/2005 2:02:25 PM
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Being just slightly out of breath, LT. Greyfoot runs hard down the cooridor. Checking his data pad, he quickly turns down a side cooridor, using his tail to keep him in balance.
Of all the things to happen... I don't believe this! Markav says to himself. First, my duties to make sure things are running correctly with this ship make me more than just fashioably late for the party... Not that I was overly thrilled about attending it in the first place.... Still...
Markav checked his data again. Ten forward?! Why is the malfunctioning piece of junk located there?!
As Markav rounds a corner, he sees Captian Nemo and his Number One scanning the walls.
Clearing his throat, which sounded somewhere between a purr and a growl, both of commanders spin around.: Sorry to bother either of you, but I'm trying to locate a malfunction with the communcation couplings somewhere down this cooridor. Looks at his data pad, for the umpteenth time! It appears to be about 8 meters down the cooridor Points in the general direction. He then takes several sniffs and realizes that he's smelling smoke. Is there a plasma fire near here?!
Captian: Yes, Leutenant, there's a plasma fire... I'm about ready to chew you about for not attending the manditory fun, but since you have a slighly better idea what's going on, I'm doing to let that slide... Captian Nemo thinks.
Trotting down the cooridor with the two executive officers behind him, Markav walks several meters, sniffing as much as he can stand. Finally, he stops just before an access hatch.
Markav: Captain, with your permission, I want to enter that access hatch and see exactly what's going on.
Captain, eyes narrowing a bit: I can't let you do that. Plasma fires are very, very dangerous. I thank you for your help in locating the problem, but let the engineers take care of it.
Markav: Sir, because of my time at listening station 163, at the Romulian neutral zone, Both Nemo's and Shell's mouths open slighly upon hearing, listening station 163.I had to trouble shoot problems far worse than a minor plasma fire. There is a good chance that, if the problem is what I think it is, sir, I have to separate some important equipment before a large portion of our comm system gets shorted out.. Shows his data pad to Ct. Nemo....That's just best case scenario. And, if you hadn't noticed... Markav takes his boots off, revealing four, two inch long claws on each foot. Then, he extends the three, one a half inch claws from his right hand/paw... My climbing ability and agility should more than suffice for getting in and out quickly.
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RE: Star Trek: The Singles Generation - 11/14/2005 3:25:27 PM
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Nemo hsitates for just one moment.
Captain: Do it.
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RE: Star Trek: The Singles Generation - 11/14/2005 3:34:34 PM
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Li has been a wallflower at the party (I haven't been at my computer this weekend). She discovers the fire (some smoke and smell). As she is evacuating, she overhears Captain and Markov
Li (to Captain): Li reporting sir. We'll get the fire under control right away. Have you seen Brenda anywhere?
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RE: Star Trek: The Singles Generation - 11/14/2005 3:41:02 PM
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Markav turns to the access vent and works the keypad. Nothing...
Markav: Of all the stupid!!!....
Markav extends his claws and slashes the vents from top to bottom, effectively opening them... Muttering and growling to himself, Markav crawls into the access area and half jumps, half climbs the 13 feet to the area in question...
Flattening his ears against the side of his head and closing his sensitive eyes almost all the way, he starts to inspect the damage...
Markav (mostly to himself): This is not goorrrddd....
Holding his breath, Markav quickly moves forward and slashes some of the relay wiring, preventing the power surges' spread to other parts. Also, the jolt knocks him back against the bulkhead...
Markav: Grrrrrr... Okay... Maybe not the smartest idea.....
Shurgs his shoulders while looking for the right pieces of equipment... Quickly hitting the release switches, Markav grabs several computer boards and starts heading back to the vent, very quickly!
Snaap! Ke-pow!! A sudden burst of heat and fumes "encourages" Markav to just dive headfirst down the tube. Using his foot claws and claws of his left had (the computer boards being in his left), he slows himself just enough to keep from slamming his nose into the floor.
While climing out: Captrrrrnnn... Here... Coughs several times... Rrrr..... Hold these.....
Markov pushes the boards into Nemo's hands, feeling extremely dizzy... As he starts to sit down, darkness......
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RE: Star Trek: The Singles Generation - 11/14/2005 4:40:29 PM
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Captain: Captain to Sick Bay, medical emergency, deck ten, corridor ten alpha two, plasma burns, radiation, and smoke inhaltion. Get someone up here now, Nemo Out. Le, Shell, grab that emergency med kit on the wall and treat those burns. Engineering, get those teams to corridor ten alpha two, Nemo out.
Nemo grabs an emergency fire extinguisher and heads to the open panel Markav fell out of.
Shell: Captain!
Nemo: Commander, treat him, the tell the repair teams to open juction box twelve and thirteen.
Nemo dives head long into the shaft.
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Dreams - 11/14/2005 6:20:03 PM
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Time seems to float by.... Images appear and disappear before Markav's eyes.... Images of friends... of family... Some still alive... Some long gone....
Sounds fill his ears... Sounds of battle klaxons filling the air... Faint shadows move around... Slowly they come more distinct...
Listening Outpost 163... Five years earlier.... The attack is about to begin...
Markav is sitting before his computer console. For several weeks, he has been monitoring a very low priority set of targets, mostly to fill his boring, waking hours when off duty. But, now they are becoming very frequent. Something's not right... Not right at all...
SSG Heinsmann: Soooooo, Markav....
SGT Markav: Rrrrrrggghhh... Yeessss, lunch....? Turns and gives his friend a toothy grin.
Putting his hands up, palms open. SSG Heinsmann: Whoaa! Easy big guy! Just wondering what's up.
Markav: Not much... Getting a rrrrrrrgggggglot more trafic on my "personal project" the last few days. Can't make out, for sure, what they're saying, but one of the signals is originating someplace really close. Turns to Heinsmann. I don't like the looks of this.
Heinsmann takes a look over Markav's shoulder. You know what.... I have to agree. Something is not right... Wait a sec.... Heinsmann pushes Markav out of the chair. Going back several pieces of traffic.... See these phrases here, here and here? Markav looks at the different conversations from the same, nearby source, and nods. Looks like a signature. Any ideas?
Markav narrows his eyes, looking at the patterns... Suddenly..... He reconizes a name...
Markav: Holy..... It's Captain Darkman's signature!!
Suddenly, multiple exposings shake the whole building!! Thinking quickly, Markav grabs grabs a data disk and downloads everything onto his disk, including his quickly added notes.
Explosions continue... The building shakes... Suddenly, a spot on the door starts turning red.
Both Heinsmann and Markav run for cover. Having the ability to run or walk well on two legs, and decently on all four, Markav leaps for cover, flattening his ears against the side of his head....
Kaaaa--Boooomm!!!!
The door flies across the room in pieces. Heinsmann, just inches from cover, takes a small chunk of extremely hot metal into the side of the head and his lifeless body slides across the floor.
Markav sees his friend's crumpled body slide and roll... Obviously dead...
Two Romulans enter, talking in their native language. From his cover, Markav quietly uses one of his claws to cut the laces of his boots. As they walk over to his dead friend, which is boots off, Markav starts to coil. Although only have Felonian, he still poses most of the hunting skills and instincts of his mother's race.
Markav thinks: Sha-Ranka... Mom... You and your family would probably not be happy with what I'm about to do, relying on old instincts... Primative and violent ways of fighting... But, you'd be proud, as well as Dad, with what I'm about to do.
No more time to think... No more time for waiting... As they poke as his dead friend's body, laughing and making unintelligable comments, Markav starts digging his foot claws into the floor and lets out a low growl.
Both Romulans look at each other, then turn as one to the sound... Eyes open wide, mouths drop... Weapons raise... Their blood flies in the air. Disrupter beams slam uselessly against the floor and walls...
Blood dripping from his extended claws and from the corners of his mouth, Markav grabs one of the disrupters and starts walking to the door.. Listening very carefully, he hears noone nearby.
Years of learning how to hunt by his mom, just in case... Years of listening and practicing military "fun training" with his dad and uncles... Years of real military training and practice.... Growing anger at being betrayed....
The hunt is on!
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RE: Dreams - 11/14/2005 8:02:07 PM
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Lelandra Shell has only a moment to ponder the disturbing news of the ship's tampering before she has to jump back to working on Markav. He is unconscious, but his body is flinching, as if he is deep in some type of dream. She looks over her shoulder, wondering when Doctor RAM will finally get here. Shell touches her communicator.
Shell: Dr. RAM. You are needed in front of Ten Forward ASAP!
She turns back to Markav and uses the emergency medical kit to try to quickly treat his burns. Suddenly, as if caught in the midst of a dream somewhere far away, Markav begins spewing Romulan! Lelandra pauses, startled. Markav's eyes fly open but he's not seeing what is around him. It is as if he is caught in the midst of a dream. He lashes out with his claws and catches Lelandra across the cheek - a dark gash. He leaps forward and just barely misses slashing her neck. Instincts kicking in, Lelandra grabs Markav's arm and deflects it, using his motion and weight against him and flips him over her shoulder. He lands on the ground with a thud and falls back into unconsciousness. She touches her cheek and grimaces as blood trickles down her hand. She looks down at Markav, hoping this brief scuffle hasn't made his injuries any worse.
When is the medical team going to get here?
She looks up and sees Dr. RAM and several nurses flying down the corridor.
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RE: Dreams - 11/14/2005 8:33:28 PM
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As Father Mulcahy turns the corner on the way to the party, and sees Lelandra Shell and Lt. Greyfoot in something resembling a fight. As he draws nearer, Dr. RAM and several nurses push their way past him.
Mulcahy: What happened? Is there anything I can do to help?
Dr. RAM: Pray!
Mulcahy: What did you say?
Dr. RAM: PRAY, Father, PRAY!
Mulcahy (disappointed): Oh, that's all I ever get to do!
Mulcahy: "Dear Lord, I know there must be a reason. But what is it? I answered the call to do your work. I've devoted my life to it! And now how am I supposed to do it? What good am I now? What good is a deaf priest? I prayed for you to help me, and every day I get worse. Are you deaf too?"
Father Mulcahy turns and walks slowly back to his cabin, remember another time....another place....Listening Outpost 163. He was a younger man back then...if it wasn't for the explosion...the monster...the horror....things would be different now. It's almost more than he can bear.
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RE: Dreams - 11/14/2005 9:05:44 PM
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Earlier in the evening...
Counselor Troi looks at herself in the full length mirror. Long tendrils of flowing hair compliment her designer dress and complimentary earrings. Often mistaken for her cousin Deanna, Leanna gives herself another look in the mirror. All the skills and abilities of Deanna, the fire, and a fairer complexion and light golden brown tresses fall neatly down the back of her young and agile 33 year old body.
Punctuality has never been her strong suit.
She senses a Romulan presence on board. She looks at herself in the mirror, realizes that she can't work in a ball gown, peels it off and tosses it on the bed.
She throws her uniform back on:
She presses her communicator.
Captain: Troi, nice of you to finally wake up.
Troi: Something is very wrong, here. Is everyone okay?
Captain: Not only are you late for the mandatory event, you are late for all the action. On Deck 10, outside ten forward there's some sort of fire. We have a team investigating, however everyone at the moment is okay in Ten Forward.
Troi: Captain...I'm sensing something else, I believe it's a Romulan presence on board. You might want to send a security detail to....
[static and scuffling noises]
Troi: Captain? Captain!!!!!
Troi: Presses communicator--Troi to security.....*pppfffffffffft*
Romulan knocks out Troi before full transmission could be accept. Leanna lays in beautiful and well placed heap on floor of quarters.
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RE: Dreams - 11/14/2005 10:52:12 PM
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Lelandra Shell looks over at Dr. RAM with more than a hint of annoyance.
Shell: Pray? PRAY? Are you SERIOUS? Father Mulcahy comes here wanting to help, and all you can suggest is PRAY? How about getting him to lend me a hand with this gash on my cheek - I'm sure he can run a simple medical scanner. I don't think a prayer is going to magically heal me up and make things all better. For an android, you're not very smart are you, Toaster?
Lelandra scoffs at the android doctor as she watches the Father disappear down the corridor.
RAM: The doctor might hear you.
Lelandra laughs.
Shell: He's going DEAF. I doubt he could hear me if I shouted in his ear. If that's how his God answers his prayers, I'd rather he did NOT pray for me, got it Microchip Head?
Shell grabs her comm.
Shell: Li and Number 9, report to Ten Forward immediately. The Captain is trying to put out a dangerous plasma fire and he hasn't reported back. I need you two to go in after him while I look for the saboteur.
She turns to RAM.
Shell: Stay here. The Captain may need you.
Commander Shell disappears down the corridor, talking into her comm.
Shell: Leanna Troi. I need to speak to you immediately.
Static.
Shell: Leanna Troi, report in immediately.
Static.
Shell: Computer. Where is Leanna Troi?
Computer: Leanna Troi is in her quarters.
Something isn't right.
Shell: Security to Leanna Troi's quarters, immediately!
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RE: Dreams - 11/14/2005 11:25:04 PM
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Dreams, turning to just shadows.... Clearness starts turning to fuzziness.... Brightness starts to turn to darkness.... Again....
Voices.... Seemingly distant... Yet, somehow, clear....
Very faintly, Markav hears:
Stay here.....may need you.
......eanna Troi. I need t....ou imme.....ly.
.....anna Troi, report in immed....
Darkness starts to give way to light.... Quiet turns into voices and footsteps.... An image becomes clearer.....
The combination of oders and sounds cause Markav to reflexively swing his right arm at RAM. Luckily for the android, the human/felonian is still so groggy that it's just a glancing smack, and his claws are retracted. Still, the impact is hard enough to knock RAM onto his back, circuits briefly scrambled.
Markav suddenly realized just where he's at, and grimaces and the realization that his body, even his tail, is more than just a little sore...
Markav growls: Arrrgggghhhhh... What's goinrrgggnnng on??
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RE: Dreams - 11/15/2005 10:15:12 AM
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The engineering teams arrive to find the doctor working on Lt. Markav. There are several officers helping the medical team. The teams find the source of the heat and smoke and open pannels twelve and thirteen. They see residue of plasma and fire retardant, the they throw a few switches, causing the energy fueling the fire to bypass that junction and the fire is extenguished.
Captain: Good work.
He crawls out of the junction box to the surprise of the team.
Captain: Start investigating why this happened and then repair it ASAP. I want full reports from each of you sent to me by Oh eight hundred, tomorrow, even if it's just preliminary findings. I also want copies sent to Commander Shell. Where is Commander Shell?
Dr. Ram: She went to find Counselor Troi.
Captian: Captain to security.
Officer: Security here.
Captain: Send a team to Corridor ten alpha two. I want you to assist the engineering team in their investigation of a malfunction.
Officer: Understood, we'll send another team right away.
Captain: What do you mean another team?
Officer: Commander Shell just ordered a team to Counselor Troi's quarters, she didn't answer her com. The commander belives there is a sabatour on board.
Captain: Belay that order, I'll go myself. Nemo out.
Turning to the engineering teams.
Captain: This investigation is classified, understood?
Team: Yes, Sir.
Captain: Dr. Do what you can for the Lt. I'll meet you down in sick bay later.
Nemo heads out for the officers quarters.
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RE: Dreams - 11/15/2005 10:35:02 AM
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Shell cautiously enters Troi's quarters and finds her lying on the floor. Shell stands at the door, carefully looking around. She see's nothing, but her senses tell her differently. She takes out her tricorder but the readings are negative.
Have her senses betrayed her? She knew someone else was there, but what happened to them, and where was security? They should have been here by now. "I'll teach them" she thought.
The door opened and refletively she dove behind the bed rising up just enough to point her phaser at the figure standing in siloute at the door.
"Commander, I hope that thing is set on stun."
Shell: Captain!? What are you doing here?
Captain: The same thing you are. How is Counselor Troi?
Shell: I don't know, I have only been here a few minutes, I thought someone was in the room.
Captain: Someone is, other wise she wouldn't be unconscious.
Shell: How do you know?
Captain: Ambassador, you can come out now.
From behind the lavador a lone figure emerged. A tall, gray haired gentleman dressed in traditional Romulan dress.
Shell: Captain?
Captain: Commander Shell, I would like to introduce you to Romulan Ambassador Turnel. Ambassador, this is my first officer Commander Shell.
Turnel: A pleasure, Commander.
Shell: Captain, he attacked our counselor.
Turnel: I do appoligize for that, but she was about to announce my presence pre-maturely.
Shell: Pre-maturely?
Captain: This is my fault, commander. I wasn't anticipating our counselor's arrival till late tomorrow, I asked the ambassador to stay out of sight till then.
Shell: I don't understand.
Captain: I know, and I really don't have time to explain now. The repair teams and security are working on investigating the fire and repairing it.
Shell: Security, I ordered them here.
Captain: I know, I canceled that order, I didn't want anyone else to discover the Ambassador. Now, if you will help me get the counselor on her bed.
Turnel: Please, allow me.
With no effort the Ambassador lifted the limp body of the counselor and gently placed her on her bed.
Turnel: She'll sleep comfortably for a few hours. Turning to commander Shell. The Vulcan neck pinch, very effective for dissabling someone.
Shell: But captain, what about the sabotague?
Captain: Let the teams do their jobs, we'll both be copied on the reports in the morning. Right now, we need to find different accomodations for the Ambassador. Ambassador, three rooms down to our left is a suit you can stay in.
Shell: Three rooms down to the left, those are my quarters.
Captain: Exactly. You already know he's here so he won't be discovered by other crewmen arriving early or late. Besides, you're going to take a trip to sick bay once we have the ambassador moved. Computer, are there any members of the crew on deck seven at this time in section delta?
Computer: Negative
Captain: Come on, Ambassador, we need to get you moved quickly.
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RE: Dreams - 11/15/2005 5:23:39 PM
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Markav is sitting in sick-bay. After RAM and the other technicians helped to calm him down, he had let them take him here.
His body still hurts, though not nearly as much. The plasma burns now are just a dull ache instead of sharp, burning pains. At least there will be not permenant scaring. Also, what little fur that had been burned off will return in due time. That, at least, is comforting.
Since all of his burns were one his back and the back of his legs, he is now lying on his chest, contemplating life.
Markav thinks: Hrrrggghhh... I guess it's not everyday that you have the chance to save a large ship from major problems... Then again, it's not everyday that you get to nosedive down a jeffries tube. Not that I really like doing that... Hopefully, those computer boards are still serviceable. Otherwise.....
As he is thinking, he starts to fall back asleep. Slowly images start to appear in his mind... More distant this time... Not nearly as intense as before...
Images of his family... Faint feelings of coming home from Outpost 163 and finding out that his parents were dead... Finding out that one of his uncles and his wife were having serious problems... Talking with them about taking care of Salina, their daughter...
Other images come and go in turn... Many peaceful images from when he was a child/kitten. Or, as his dad has jokingly called him, "their little kidd'n." Learning to hunt from his mom... Studying martial arts and firing modern and archaic firearms with his dad and uncles... Vacations in the mountains.... His first sucessful hunt, in Colorado, done with just his sense and natural abilities...
Slowly, the images fade... Just black.. Peace... Slowly he starts to open his eyes.. Everything is a little blurry at first, but then things come into focus. He takes in the sights, sounds, and smells.
Thinks: Still in sick-bay... Lovely....
A familiar scent comes to his nose....
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RE: Dreams - 11/15/2005 6:04:52 PM
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