Tuesday, October 07, 2008

First Contact (Part Two)

So now we're in the slammer!

Riker, Deanna and I went down to the planet Savenia to establish First Contact, due to them attaining warp drive status.

However, they are rather defensive, and saw us as invading aliens. The police force have quickly thrown us in the jail until they can figure out what to do.


"Can't the Enterprise beam us out, Captain?" Deanna asks me, "That would solve a lot of problems."

"That's not possible." I reply, "A major ion storm has since developed over the city."

"Well I haven't eaten for ages!" complains Riker, "I actually missed my donut this morning because I thought we would get a welcome dinner from these people. I won't do that again."

"Just let's hope there IS a next time, Number One."

I hear the sound of footsteps approach; a tough policeman stands outside.

"All right!" he barks, "When is it?"

"When's what?" I ask, knowing he isn't referring to the date of my birthday.

"The invasion, of course." he answers, "I want to know when you aliens are going to launch an all-out attack on our planet."

"I tried to tell your people before." I try to tell him, "The United Federation of Planets is a peaceful group that want to invite you to join as you have achieved warp-drive status."

"Then you have been spying on us!" he counters.

"No." steps in Deanna, "Just observing you, trying to see when you will be ready to contact."

"You are even more deadlier than we thought!" the policeman says, "As we never saw you watching us, we are in great danger. Unless you tell us the invasion date, you will be executed!"

He storms off.

"It looks like we haven't got much hope, Captain." Riker answers, "What shall we do?"

I sigh.

"It looks like we may have to break a few Starfleet rules here, Number One." I tell him, "And that includes bending the Prime Directive to breaking point.

I use my ComBadge to contact the Enterprise, giving Data instructions about what to do and when. The communication is weak due to the ion storm, but he gets it.

"Are you sure this is wise, Captain." Deanna asks me.

"Yes, Counselor." I reply, "Right now, the Saveneans are in no mood to talk to outsiders. Hopefully in a few years they will change. For the moment, we have to save ourselves."

We look out of the window, up at the sky. Here it comes.

Phaser bursts from the Enterprise are exploding all over the main city, with the citizens running in droves. I can here people shouting "The invaders are here!"

A shuttlecraft circles around, shooting harmless lasers to send everybody into hiding.

We stand back in the jail as a phaser bolt hits the wall and destroys it. We run out and get in the shuttlecraft.


Later, I am back in the Enterprise, enjoying my Earl Grey. Deanna enters.

"Are you sure that was the right way to go about that, Captain?" she asks, "There may be repercussions from Starfleet."

"Indeed there may, Deanna." I reply, "But when one is dealt a poor hand, they have to use the ace that is hidden up their sleeve".

Editor's Note:

This is the 699th post. Be sure to see the 700th post, published 17:30 British Time on Thursday.


Ellee Seymour said...

It sounds like you need a good lawyer. And roll on No. 700...

Lahdeedah said...

That's soo much cooler than just getting beamed up.

I would have added voice effects like "Your resistance is futile" and "You will be assimilated" and "All Hail Your New Romulan Overlords" and "You are now all Romulans"

I like that actually. You should have pretended to be Romulans. Then, no one would ever know you escaped by pretending to invade them and you could say you had to flee the Romulans yourselves!

That would have been much more fun. The Romulans would have LOVED it. They love a good joke.

Gordon said...

Yeah should have sent 7 of 9 down she'd have scared the living daylights out of them...

The Real Mother Hen said...

Yeah, blow them up! Well done, Captain!

Linda said...

Well, I guess it's kind of like a poker game - sometimes you just gotta know when to fold 'em! Better luck with the next round of contact, Captain!

Epiphany said...

Love the fact that Riker passed on his morning donuts!

What a dramatic exit. I felt like I was there.

The Mistress of the Dark said...

Woo hoo! But I bet The Doctor could have done it peacefully...possibly.

The Curmudgeon said...

Methinks you may have been dwelling too much on the life and times of James Tiberius Kirk, mon capitan.

Jean-Luc Picard said...

Lahdeedah, Gordon, your solutions would indeed have been effective. Wish I'd have thought of it!

Shannon H. said...

Hello, Michele sent me. I am late playing this game BUT I am glad I have. I am enjoying your blog.

Titania Starlight said...

I would have done the same thing. Pass on the donuts? I would not be able to do that. Ever! :o)~

Jana said...

Definitely sounds like a page out of the Kirk playbook!

Merlyn Gabriel said...

Captain, wow I have a lot of catching up to do. But the move went well...

and best of all we do have internet!

hugs for your 700th.


Anonymous said...

happy 700th