To:
From: "David Smith"
Reply-To: trekcreative{at}yahoogroups.com
------=_NextPart_000_000F_01C2E297.251B9960
Content-Type: text/plain;
charset="iso-8859-1"
Content-Transfer-Encoding: quoted-printable
Star Trek: Starfleet Academy
Story 1.1: Beginnings
Chapter 1
First Officer's Log, Stardate 53622.9. We have arrived at Sector 001 and
ar= e proceeding at one-half impulse to Earth. When we arrive, the Demeter
will=
wait in orbit for long enough to transport the Captain's son Thomas to bea=
m to the surface. Mister Cameron has been accepted for this year's class at=
Starfleet Academy and the Captain has decided to make a short diversion fr=
om our mission to the Bajor Sector in order to deliver him to the Academy
p= ersonally.=20
Commander T'Penn walked to the Helm console and looked at the Demeter's
cur= rent position. The Galaxy-Class vessel was approaching Earth orbit and
T'Pe= nn tapped her comm badge. "Captain, we will be in geo-stationary
orbit over=
the Academy campus in 1 minute".
Captain Malcolm Cameron walked into Transporter Room 1 and nodded to the
Of= ficer at the console. "You are excused". The officer walked
out. Once the d= oor had closed Malcolm turned to his son. He was more
proud to see his only=
child in a Cadet uniform than he wanted to admit. "The ship will be in pos=
ition to transport you to the campus in a minute".
Thomas Cameron looked at his father and smiled. I don't believe it, he's
tr= eating me like a complete stranger, then again, why aren't I surprised,
Com= mander T'Penn has more emotions than my father when it comes to me.
Well, I=
suppose I won't see him for four years now. "Understood, Sir".
Thomas step=
ped onto the transporter pad and turned to face his father.
Captain Cameron looked at his son then down at the sensor readings. He
look= ed up at Thomas before he activated the transporter. Thomas looked at
his f= ather and shook his head as the transporter room faded around him,
replaced=
by a similar transporter room. The female Cadet standing at the console fa=
cing him smiled. "Welcome to Starfleet Academy, Cadet".
................................................
Serendipity Marks flinched as the intercom activated with a shriek of
stati= c. The static was rapidly replaced by her father's voice. "If
you're still = planning to go through with this damn-foolish plan of yours
we'll be in Ear= th orbit in three minutes".
Serendipity grabbed her bag and looked at her reflection in the mirror that=
was bolted to the wall. Her long black hair was tied back in a single brai=
d that dangled to the middle of her back. Serendipity laughed as she
realis= ed that the tattoo of a black dragon on her cheek probably violated
ninetee= n or twenty regulations on her own. Of course, when she had it
done in San = Francisco she hadn't considered joining Starfleet. She would
have to deal w= ith any problems that caused as they happened.=20
She stepped out of her quarters and walked down the main corridor that ran
= the whole length of the Farstar. The ship was a trading ship, originally
bu= ilt at some point in the late 23rd century. Since then the ship had
undergo= ne a large number of upgrades and repairs to the point where her
father est= imated that only about fifteen per cent of the ship was from
the original s= hip. As it was, the ship could stand up in a fight against
a Dominion fight= er, as was proven in a somewhat hectic incident during
the war.
Her father had nearly strangled her when she had told him that she wanted
t= o become a Starfleet Officer. The crew of the Farstar had been through
enou= gh run-in's with Starfleet that her father couldn't believe that she
wanted=
to become one of the 'enemy.' She had explained to him that she wanted to =
explore the places that no-one had seen before. Flying a 100 year-old
freig= hter between Earth and Andor wouldn't do that.
Serendipity took a deep breath as she walked into the Cargo Bay. She had
sw= orn to herself that she would not cry when she left. There was a saying
tha= t her mother had told her when she announced that she was applying to
join = the Academy. "Don't look back. If you do, you will never be
able to leave".=
=20
Serendipity walked to the transporter and hugged her mother as she
approach= ed her. "I'll contact you in a couple of days after I've got
myself settled=
into the dorm". Serendipity felt guilty when she looked at her mother's fa=
ce and realised she had been crying. "Everything will be okay".
Her mother = just hugged her and then let her go as her father hugged
her.=20
"Are you sure about this? There hasn't been a member of this family in
Star= fleet. Do you really want to be the one who flies in the face of a
century = of tradition".
Serendipity smiled as she stepped onto the transporter pad then turned to
f= ace her parents. "I need to do this Dad. If I don't I'll always
regret it. = I need to prove to myself that I'm good enough".
Her father laughed with a deep belly laugh. "You're my daughter.
You're mor= e than good enough for Starfleet. Good luck". Serendipity
closed her eyes a= s she felt the transporter complete its cycle then
looked around. She was s= tanding on a path surrounded by buildings.
Serendipity smiled as she realis= ed she was in the right place. "I
guess this is it."=20
................................................
The queue for dormitory allocations was, as expected, long. There were a
wi= de variety of alien races in the queue eagerly waiting to get the best
quar= ters, with the exception of the Vulcan's who just waited. Within an
hour of=
waiting Serendipity was bored. She looked around and smiled as she saw a h=
uman (or at least she guessed he was human) in line behind her. He smiled
a= s he saw her tattoo. "Nice tattoo."
Serendipity smiled back. "Nice buzz-cut hairdo, very military. How
long do = you think we'll be waiting in this frelling line?"
Thomas smiled. "Who knows. Bearing in mind that classes don't start for two=
days, you'd think that the line would be shorter. I'm Thomas, Thomas Camer=
on."
"Serendipity Marx. Nice to meet you." Serendipity stood on
tiptoes and look= ed over the line she was standing in. "I think we've
got at least three hou= rs left before we'll reach the front of this
queue." Serendipity sighed. "S= o, why are you willing to spend
four years here?"
Thomas looked at Serendipity with a somewhat surprised look. She's nothing
= if not direct. "Family tradition. There have been Starfleet Officers
in the=
family since the fleet was using Daedalus class ships. I'm just continuing=
the tradition. You?"
Serendipity shook her head. "None of my relatives have ever served in
the f= leet. My family run a freighter running the Earth to Andor route. I
think m= y father nearly disowned me when I said I wanted to go to the
Academy. I ma= naged to convince him that I needed to at least give this a
go. I want to p= rove to myself that I'm good enough."
Thomas looked her over. "My mother once told me that a positive
attitude wa= s the most important thing someone could have. It seems like
you have at le= ast got that."
"Your mother sounds like a wise woman."
Thomas closed his eyes as unwanted memories washed over her. "She was.
She = was killed during the Dominion War. She was the Chief Science Officer
on th= e ship my father commands. The section of the ship she was in
suffered a di= rect hit. She was killed instantly."
Serendipity winced. "I'm sorry. I don't know what to say."
Thomas sighed. "Don't worry about it. A lot of good people died in the war.=
Let's change the subject. I don't like to talk about it, too many open wou=
nds."
Serendipity smiled and, impulsively, hugged Thomas. "Okay, I'm hungry.
Do y= ou fancy getting something to eat. If we're lucky we might not have
as long=
a wait when we get back".
Thomas shrugged. "Sure. It'll beat standing here for the rest of the
mornin= g".
------=_NextPart_000_000F_01C2E297.251B9960
Content-Type: text/html; charset=ISO-8859-1
Content-Transfer-Encoding: quoted-printable
Star Trek: Starfleet Academy
Story 1.1: Beginnings
Chapter 1
First Officer=92s Log, Stardate 53622.9. We have arrived=
at=20
Sector 001 and are proceeding at one-half impulse to Earth. When we arrive,=
the=20
Demeter will wait in orbit for long enough to transport the Captain=92s son=
Thomas=20
to beam to the surface. Mister Cameron has been accepted for this year=92s = class=20
at Starfleet Academy and the Captain has decided to make a short diversion = from=20
our mission to the Bajor Sector in order to deliver him to the Academy=20
personally.
Commander T=92Penn walked to the Helm console and looked=
at the=20
Demeter=92s current position. The Galaxy-Class vessel was approaching Earth=
orbit=20
and T=92Penn tapped her comm badge. "Captain, we will be in
geo-stationary = orbit=20
over the Academy campus in 1 minute".
Captain Malcolm Cameron walked into Transporter Room 1 a=
nd=20
nodded to the Officer at the console. "You are excused". The
officer walked=
out.=20
Once the door had closed Malcolm turned to his son. He was more proud to se= e his=20
only child in a Cadet uniform than he wanted to admit. "The ship will be in=
=20
position to transport you to the campus in a minute".
Thomas Cameron looked at his father and smiled.
I don=
=92t=20
believe it, he=92s treating me like a complete stranger, then again, why
ar= en=92t I=20
surprised, Commander T=92Penn has more emotions than my father when it come= s to=20
me. Well, I suppose I won=92t see him for four years now.
"Understood, = Sir".=20
Thomas stepped onto the transporter pad and turned to face his father.
Captain Cameron looked at his son then down at the senso=
r=20
readings. He looked up at Thomas before he activated the transporter. Thoma= s=20
looked at his father and shook his head as the transporter room faded aroun= d=20
him, replaced by a similar transporter room. The female Cadet standing at t= he=20
console facing him smiled. "Welcome to Starfleet Academy, Cadet".
=95=95=95=95=95=95=95=95=95=95=95=95=95=95=95=95=
=95=95=95=95=95=95=95=95=95=95=95=95=95=95=95=95=95=95=95=95=95=95=95=95=95=
=95=95=95=95=95=95=95
Serendipity Marks flinched as the
intercom activa=
ted=20
with a shriek of static. The static was rapidly replaced by her father=92s
= voice.=20
"If you=92re still planning to go through with this damn-foolish plan
of yo= urs=20
we=92ll be in Earth orbit in three minutes".
Serendipity grabbed her bag and looked at her reflection=
in the=20
mirror that was bolted to the wall. Her long black hair was tied back in a=
=20
single braid that dangled to the middle of her back. Serendipity laughed as=
she=20
realised that the tattoo of a black dragon on her cheek probably
violated=20 nineteen or twenty regulations on her own. Of course, when she
had it done = in=20
San Francisco she hadn=92t considered joining Starfleet. She would have to = deal=20
with any problems that caused as they happened.
She stepped out of her quarters and walked down the main=
=20
corridor that ran the whole length of the Farstar. The ship was a trading s= hip,=20
originally built at some point in the late 23rd century. Since then the shi= p had=20
undergone a large number of upgrades and repairs to the point where her fat= her=20
estimated that only about fifteen per cent of the ship was from the origina= l=20
ship. As it was, the ship could stand up in a fight against a Dominion figh= ter,=20
as was proven in a somewhat hectic incident during the war.
Her father had nearly strangled her when she had told hi=
m that=20
she wanted to become a Starfleet Officer. The crew of the Farstar had been=
=20
through enough run-in=92s with Starfleet that her father couldn=92t believe=
that she=20
wanted to become one of the =91enemy.=92 She had explained to him that she
= wanted to=20
explore the places that no-one had seen before. Flying a 100 year-old freig= hter=20
between Earth and Andor wouldn=92t do that.
Serendipity took a deep breath as she walked into the Ca=
rgo=20
Bay. She had sworn to herself that she would not cry when she left. There w= as a=20
saying that her mother had told her when she announced that she was applyin= g to=20
join the Academy. "Don=92t look back. If you do, you will never be
able to = leave".=20
Serendipity walked to the transporter and hugged her mot=
her as=20
she approached her. "I=92ll contact you in a couple of days after
I=92ve go= t myself=20
settled into the dorm". Serendipity felt guilty when she looked at her
moth= er=92s=20
face and realised she had been crying. "Everything will be okay".
Her mothe= r=20
just hugged her and then let her go as her father hugged her.
"Are you sure about this? There hasn=92t been
a member o=
f this=20
family in Starfleet. Do you really want to be the one who flies in the face=
of a=20
century of tradition".
Serendipity smiled as she stepped onto the transporter p=
ad then=20
turned to face her parents. "I need to do this Dad. If I don=92t
I=92ll alw= ays=20
regret it. I need to prove to myself that I=92m good enough".
Her father laughed with a deep belly laugh.
"You=92re my=
=20
daughter. You=92re more than good enough for Starfleet. Good luck".
Serendi= pity=20
closed her eyes as she felt the transporter complete its cycle then looked=
=20
around. She was standing on a path surrounded by buildings. Serendipity smi= led=20
as she realised she was in the right place. "I guess this is it."
=95=95=95=95=95=95=95=95=95=95=95=95=95=95=95=95=
=95=95=95=95=95=95=95=95=95=95=95=95=95=95=95=95=95=95=95=95=95=95=95=95=95=
=95=95=95=95=95=95=95
The queue for dormitory allocations
was, as expec=
ted,=20
long. There were a wide variety of alien races in the queue eagerly waiting=
to=20
get the best quarters, with the exception of the Vulcan=92s who just waited= .=20
Within an hour of waiting Serendipity was bored. She looked around and smil= ed as=20
she saw a human (or at least she guessed he was human) in line behind her. = He=20
smiled as he saw her tattoo. "Nice tattoo."
Serendipity smiled back. "Nice
buzz-cut hairdo, v=
ery=20
military. How long do you think we=92ll be waiting in this frelling=20
line?"
Thomas smiled. "Who knows.
Bearing in mind that c=
lasses=20
don=92t start for two days, you=92d think that the line would be shorter. I=
=92m=20
Thomas, Thomas Cameron."
"Serendipity Marx. Nice to meet
you." Serendipity=
stood=20
on tiptoes and looked over the line she was standing in. "I think
we=92ve g= ot at=20
least three hours left before we=92ll reach the front of this queue."
Seren= dipity=20
sighed. "So, why are you willing to spend four years
here?"
Thomas looked at Serendipity with a
somewhat surp=
rised=20
look. She=92s nothing if not direct. "Family
tradition. There have b= een=20
Starfleet Officers in the family since the fleet was using Daedalus class s= hips.=20
I=92m just continuing the tradition. You?"
Serendipity shook her head.
"None of my relatives=
have=20
ever served in the fleet. My family run a freighter running the Earth to An= dor=20
route. I think my father nearly disowned me when I said I wanted to go to t= he=20
Academy. I managed to convince him that I needed to at least give this a go= . I=20
want to prove to myself that I=92m good enough."
Thomas looked her over. "My
mother once told me t=
hat a=20
positive attitude was the most important thing someone could have. It seems=
like=20
you have at least got that."
"Your mother sounds like a wise
woman."
Thomas closed his eyes as unwanted
memories washe=
d over=20
her. "She was. She was killed during the Dominion War. She was the
Chief Sc= ience=20
Officer on the ship my father commands. The section of the ship she was in=
=20
suffered a direct hit. She was killed instantly."
Serendipity winced. "I=92m
sorry. I don=92t know =
what to=20
say."
Thomas sighed. "Don=92t worry
about it. A lot of =
good=20
people died in the war. Let=92s change the subject. I don=92t like to talk
= about it,=20
too many open wounds."
Serendipity smiled and, impulsively,
hugged Thoma=
s.=20
"Okay, I=92m hungry. Do you fancy getting something to eat. If we=92re
luck= y we=20
might not have as long a wait when we get back".
Thomas shrugged. "Sure. It=92ll
beat standing her=
e for the=20
rest of the morning".
Yahoo! Groups Spons=
or
ADVERTISEMENT
var lrec_target=3D"_top";
var lrec_URL =3D new Array();
lrec_URL[1] =3D "http://rd.yahoo.com/M=3D245327.2974023.4304644.1612068/D=
=3Degroupweb/S=3D1705019987:HM/A=3D1430287/R=3D0/id=3Dflashurl/*http://www.=
poetry.com/contest/contest.asp?Suite=3DA33405";
var link=3D"javascript:LRECopenWindow(1)"; var lrec_flashfile =3D
'http://us.a1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/a/1-/flash/intl_l=
ibrary_of_poetry/yahoo_300x250.swf?clickTAG=3D'+link+'';
var lrec_altURL =3D "http://rd.yahoo.com/M=3D245327.2974023.4304644.1612068=
/D=3Degroupweb/S=3D1705019987:HM/A=3D1430287/R=3D1/id=3Daltimgurl/*http://w=
ww.poetry.com/contest/contest.asp?Suite=3DA33405";
var lrec_altimg =3D
"http://us.a1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/a/1-/flash/intl_libr=
ary_of_poetry/yahoo_300x250.gif";
var lrec_width =3D 300;
var lrec_height =3D 250;
Dhttp://us.a1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/a/1-/=
jscodes/072002/ct_lrec_072002.js>
http://rd.yahoo.com/M=3D245327.2974023.4304644.1612068/D=3Degrou=
pweb/S=3D1705019987:HM/A=3D1430287/R=3D2/id=3Dnoscript/*http://www.poetry.c=
om/contest/contest.asp?Suite=3DA33405" target=3D_top>![](3D"<A)
http://us.a1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/a/1-/flash/intl_library_of_poetry/=
yahoo_300x250.gif" width=3D300 height=3D250 border=3D0>
http://us.adserver.yahoo.=
com/l?M=3D245327.2974023.4304644.1612068/D=3Degroupmail/S=3D:HM/A=3D1430287=
/rand=3D231617506">
Star Trek; The E-mail Commands
Post message: trekcreative{at}yahoogroups.com Subscribe:
trekcreative-subscribe{at}yahoogroups.com Unsubscribe:
trekcreative-unsubscribe{at}yahoogroups.com List owner:
trekcreative-owner{at}yahoogroups.com Get Digest:
trekcreative-digest{at}yahoogroups.com Web only:
trekcreative-nomail{at}yahoogroups.com Normal:
trekcreative-normal{at}egroups.com
Your use of Yahoo! Groups is subject to the http://docs.yaho=
o.com/info/terms/">Yahoo! Terms of Service.
------=_NextPart_000_000F_01C2E297.251B9960--
--- BBBS/NT v4.00 MP
* Origin: Email Gate (1:379/100)
SEEN-BY: 633/267 270
@PATH: 379/100 101 1 106/1 2000 633/267
SOURCE: echomail via fidonet.ozzmosis.com
Email questions or comments to sysop@ipingthereforeiam.com
All parts of this website painstakingly hand-crafted in the U.S.A.!
IPTIA BBS/MUD/Terminal/Game Server List, © 2025 IPTIA Consulting™.