Anyone can tell they are going to have a bad day when they are stranded on a planet, with no one there to rescue them.
There I am, in a shuttlecraft, minding my own business, when the plasma cells blow up and I'm forced to land on the nearest M-Class planet. Coughing due to the smoke, I try to pilot the ship and it hits the ground with a thud and buckles up.
Yes, I know. I'm the Captain. I don't need to do on these missions on my own, but somehow it looks good that I don't just sit in the chair all day saying ,"Make it so!"
Next time I'll delegate instead of volunteering.
It's getting hot in the shuttle, so I take a look outside.
The area is a barren desert landscape. I can't stay in the shuttle though, otherwise I'll be like an turkey at the Thanksgiving cereomonies on Earth.
Looking at the Emergency Rations, there is a bottle of water, a lump of cheese and bread.
Hardly 24th Century provisions, are they?
Outside, I set up the distress beacon; that should attract the Enterprise eventually.
I look at the tricorder and see there are lifesigns in a northerly direction. This is a primative pre-warp planet, and should not make contact with them as it is contrary to the Prime Directive.
As I'm likely to be frazzled if I remain here, the Prime Directive was swiftly jettisoned when landing.
An arrow is shaped in the sand pointing to the direction I'll be going.
My bread, cheese and water are ready, and set off north.
I never liked warm planets as it was.
10 comments:
Dude, looks like your up excrement creek without locomotion. I hope the natives are friendly.
Hopefully Wesley will be able to find you...
let's just hope the Enterprise isn't going through another, uhm, space storm.....
Hmmm, is it possible that you've been stranded on Tatooine? There are some friendly farmers there that you might want to contact. Best of luck to you Captain.
Jon, the only good thing about being stranded on a planet is that Wesley isn't with me.
Diego, don't forget the phrase book, especially in rural France. Take plenty of money. Everything is extortionate.
Ciera, I'm sure I don't know what you mean.
Nic, I hope that I haven't. Being 'rescued' by a Death Star isn't exactly what I hoped for.
Hope the water, cheese and bread hold you over till "Stranded (Part 2)."
Hopefully laForge can goose up the sensors by interlocking the phase pulse wingwong with the warp flamasat.
Where's Number One? Shouldn't he be by your side??
Number One must have gone to take a number two, so you need a good space dog by your side, and not one of those robo mutts! Grrrrr!
JerseyGirl, water, cheese & bread aren't exactly ideal on a desert planet.
Jon, LaForge usually manages to invent some seeking device. Your suggestion was a good one. I hope he takes it up.
MommaK, Number One is probably enjoying his time sitting in the chair. He loves to play Captain.
Tom & Icy, robot dogs are very commonplace in the 24th century. They are much less trouble to look after.
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