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Writing Challenge - Natural and Man-made Disasters; Writing Challenge #02
Topic Started: Fri Nov 2, 2012 8:49 am (900 Views)
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Yay writers! :bowdown: :joy:

This is a writing challenge. There are no winners, there are no losers. We are here to support one another, and help make each other better.

This one is going to revolve around disasters. Of course, Hurricane Sandy is the inspiration. Disasters can be weather-related, they can be things like a war's aftermath or they can be something that we've brought upon ourselves. Later in canon, weather is more or less controlled, but that doesn't mean that the system can't be damaged, sabotaged or just plain shut off. Plus of course there are no such issues with new, uncharted worlds. But it matters not, just go with some sort of a calamity. Your choice, long as it's Trek!

Word limit - nothing in particular, but probably less than 5 kilowords is good. Want to write more? Feel free to make a new topic, of course.

Add a story as many times as you like.

Remember - don't edit to death. Just write.
Once Ixalla was ready, Tathrelle cornered her. “Before we leave for work, I just want to tell you, I’m sorry. I guess I sort of shut down last night. I know you were in pain and I wasn’t too terribly supportive.” There was a wall covering in the main part of their chamber, something that Tathrelle hadn’t noticed before. She stared at it for a second and then shook her head.

Outside, a disembodied voice announced from a hidden speaker, “It is time to travel to all daytime places of employment. Transportation sleighs are available and ready. Citizens are encouraged to thank the sleigh drivers at the end of a successful transport. The government recommends haste, and requests that all pregnant persons be given preference for seating in their designated areas.”

A little distracted, Ixalla just asked, “Pain?”

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i will get on this one and the other one and the other one. Sorry I am so behind :)
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No rush! :)
Once Ixalla was ready, Tathrelle cornered her. “Before we leave for work, I just want to tell you, I’m sorry. I guess I sort of shut down last night. I know you were in pain and I wasn’t too terribly supportive.” There was a wall covering in the main part of their chamber, something that Tathrelle hadn’t noticed before. She stared at it for a second and then shook her head.

Outside, a disembodied voice announced from a hidden speaker, “It is time to travel to all daytime places of employment. Transportation sleighs are available and ready. Citizens are encouraged to thank the sleigh drivers at the end of a successful transport. The government recommends haste, and requests that all pregnant persons be given preference for seating in their designated areas.”

A little distracted, Ixalla just asked, “Pain?”

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Woo hoo! I'll get right on that! :D
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I'll add it to the 'to do' list. I really like creative writing, and been published (in a minor way) a coupla times, am just too busy to sit down and do it. But if I can find some time for it, then I will !!
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Yay, more writers! :)
Once Ixalla was ready, Tathrelle cornered her. “Before we leave for work, I just want to tell you, I’m sorry. I guess I sort of shut down last night. I know you were in pain and I wasn’t too terribly supportive.” There was a wall covering in the main part of their chamber, something that Tathrelle hadn’t noticed before. She stared at it for a second and then shook her head.

Outside, a disembodied voice announced from a hidden speaker, “It is time to travel to all daytime places of employment. Transportation sleighs are available and ready. Citizens are encouraged to thank the sleigh drivers at the end of a successful transport. The government recommends haste, and requests that all pregnant persons be given preference for seating in their designated areas.”

A little distracted, Ixalla just asked, “Pain?”

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Pat the Bunny

"Richard?" Admiral Carmen Calavicci knocked on the Temporal Agent's office door while opening it.

"Uh, yeah?"

"This is Aramjul Sika. He's got an interesting historical mission in mind." She gestured at a part-Xindi sloth, part-human guy who shook Rick's hand.

"Nice to meet you, Agent Daniels," said Sika.

"Likewise, I'm sure. Your mission?"

"I've been wondering why the Borg don't seem to have ever gotten any sort of traction in the Mirror Universe," replied the hybrid.

"Interesting question," said Richard. "Got any specific time frame in mind?"

"Yes," said Sika, "2012."

"Oh?" asked Carmen.

"I've found some evidence of mirror Borg traveling to their version of the Alpha Quadrant," replied the historian. "It's of course earlier than we had it here, in 2063."

"Indeed," Carmen replied. "Well, I'll leave you to it. Mister Sika, I think you can go to 2012 Terra without too much of a need for makeup or alterations. Perhaps trim your beard a bit. Standard period-appropriate garb is required of course. I do wish we had a dedicated Quartermaster. Perhaps my next man hour budget will allow it. Ta." She departed.

"She's right," Rick said, "let's get suited up. Where and when on Terra do you want to go?"

"I'd like to go to November the third - a few kilometers outside of Caledonia, Illinois. It's farm country there."

"Then I guess we'll wear flannel shirts and jeans," Richard said after consulting a PADD.

=/\=

Properly attired, they took off in the Audrey Niffenegger, a time ship. "Why is this ship named what it is? And, er, why aren't we just using a time portal?" asked Sika.

"Audrey - the real Audrey - she wrote The Time Traveler's Wife. See, Deidre Katzman names all of the ships, and she likes old time travel fiction. She and Kevin O'Connor are working on a replacement for Audrey - the HG Wells," Rick explained as he flew the ship. They were cloaked and were in the Delta Quadrant, as temporal flight could take a while and they didn't want to be spotted and accidentally change history that way.

"And my other question?"

"Oh, yeah, it's because we're crossing to another universe. You have to fire what's called a pulse shot and then you can scoot through. Coming up on 3000."

"This ship seems slow, seeing as we started from 3104."

"That's why she's being replaced. You might as well get some rest. I'll call you when we hit the twenty-first century."

=/\=

Once he'd woken his guest, Richard began to fly spatially as well as temporally. When they were over Saturn, and the temporal display read 2015, he fired the pulse shot. The area sparkled and then showed red instead of silver, as the pore between the two universes began to open up. The vibe changed, and it felt like everything was suddenly downbeat. "That's some bad mojo, right there," he said to Sika.

"You're tellin' me. The Xindi people were more or less exterminated under the Empress Hoshi Sato. I'm not a fan of the Mirror Universe, but it's interesting to study."

They went through and the passage closed behind them.

Rick got them into a tight orbit above the moon - Luna in that universe - and grabbed the transporter remote control. "Okay," he said, "we're going to observe without interference. You know, of course, that any long-term contact is likely to result in what are called pariotric changes to the timeline. And that's damage that we would have to repair. But a few minutes here and there are purely otric - that is, they have no appreciable effect on the timeline. But keep one thing in mind, Sika. We are likely going to see some bad stuff. Don't go ape on me, man. This is the Borg we are talking about. They are unpleasant in any universe."

"Right," said the hybrid. "I'll stay out of things."

They beamed down and the area was the outskirts of a farmer's pumpkin patch. There was a tree, and they hid behind it. It was very early in the morning, and a little girl was sitting in the dirt and, apparently, playing.

"This is it?" whispered Richard. "I'm not getting any Borg readings, but they might be scrambled."

"Perhaps there's been an error?"

They continued watching. The child had a few carrots with her, and was holding one out to a small, brown rabbit. The wild animal was curious and hungry. It cautiously took the carrot from her. "I think I'll call you Patrick," she said. The rabbit kept munching on the carrot.

Suddenly, there was a slight whining sound - a sound that, Richard knew, meant someone was beaming. It was two Borg. They stood over the child. "An experiment," one of them said. "Resistance is futile. You will be assimilated, and your intellectual and cultural gifts will become a part of the collective."

The little girl was dumbfounded. She didn't even realize that, maybe, she should scream. Instead, she grabbed the rabbit. "Don't hurt us."

Tubules were injected into her neck, and she was assimilated, rabbit still in her arms. The rabbit, too, was injected, and it became limp. One of the Borg then hit a control and all four of them were beamed out.

"What the hell -?" asked Rick.

"I don't know," Sika admitted. "Let's get back," he said, as the girl's anxious parents burst out of their home to try to find their missing child, who was never, ever going to come back.

=/\=

"The next indication of the Borg and humans in the Mirror is from 2278. So it's after Spock killed Kirk. But we don't know a lot about this time period," Sika explained as Rick flew the Audrey. "It's in the Delta Quadrant, but it's, well, it was an easy defeat by the Witannen."

"The Witannen? They're a bunch of kinda haughty people with flowers in their scalps instead of hair. They've got little vestigial wings, too, if I'm remembering them right. They're hardly major league warriors. How the hell did they defeat the Borg?" Rick asked.

"Only one way to find out, eh?"

Rick flew to the Delta Quadrant and 2278. There was a Borg cube over Dawitan, the Witannen home world. And the cube was in shambles, easily defeated with a single phaser blast from an emplacement on the ground. "What the hell is going on?" asked the hybrid.

"Uh, let's go to yesterday," Richard suggested. He flew back one day in time. They beamed onto the Borg cube, small phasers at the ready.

And that's when they saw the disaster, which could only be described as ecological.

There were rabbits. Hundreds if not thousands of them were all over the Borg cube. They were in vents and turbo lifts, and scampering through the hallways. And the Borg, themselves - they were all mostly rabbit, with twitching whiskers and tall ears amidst the usual trappings of Borg assimilations, such as drills for arms and artificial optics in place of real eyes.

"You're the historian," Rick said, "What the hell do you think is going on?" They were walking past a station where there was some sort of an experiment going on. Rick blinked a few times - it looked like the Borg were growing some sort of a huge root vegetable.

"I, uh," Aramjul thought for a second. "That bunny the little girl was holding. We saw it; it was assimilated along with her. It must have, good lord, it must have given over its, its cultural and intellectual gifts to the collective."

"Which included eating carrots, being fluffy and submissive and, and, doing what, what comes naturally to, to bunnies."

"Yes, yes, of course," said the historian.

"We gotta get outta here," Rick said, engaging the transporter remote control. Once they were safely back on the Audrey, he looked at the sloth-human hybrid and said, "I guess we now know what happened to the mirror Borg."

"Yes," said his passenger, "It was death by fluff."

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Once Ixalla was ready, Tathrelle cornered her. “Before we leave for work, I just want to tell you, I’m sorry. I guess I sort of shut down last night. I know you were in pain and I wasn’t too terribly supportive.” There was a wall covering in the main part of their chamber, something that Tathrelle hadn’t noticed before. She stared at it for a second and then shook her head.

Outside, a disembodied voice announced from a hidden speaker, “It is time to travel to all daytime places of employment. Transportation sleighs are available and ready. Citizens are encouraged to thank the sleigh drivers at the end of a successful transport. The government recommends haste, and requests that all pregnant persons be given preference for seating in their designated areas.”

A little distracted, Ixalla just asked, “Pain?”

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:blink: interesting.
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Ah, yes! Good dovetail with TNG canon!
Once Ixalla was ready, Tathrelle cornered her. “Before we leave for work, I just want to tell you, I’m sorry. I guess I sort of shut down last night. I know you were in pain and I wasn’t too terribly supportive.” There was a wall covering in the main part of their chamber, something that Tathrelle hadn’t noticed before. She stared at it for a second and then shook her head.

Outside, a disembodied voice announced from a hidden speaker, “It is time to travel to all daytime places of employment. Transportation sleighs are available and ready. Citizens are encouraged to thank the sleigh drivers at the end of a successful transport. The government recommends haste, and requests that all pregnant persons be given preference for seating in their designated areas.”

A little distracted, Ixalla just asked, “Pain?”

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_lmao_ I love it, Jespah!
Ah, Kirk, my old friend. Do you know the Klingon proverb which tells us revenge is a dish that is best served cold? It's very cold.......in spaaaace.


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Very nice, AWOL! That was indeed a very good tie in! :)
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Fantasy Planet

Captain Skjon slowly made his way through the rubble littering what had once been the main road through the center of the colony. Pieces of houses, rotting food, children's toys, as well as the intangible smell of death covered the entire area. An arm, hanging limply from the remains of a collapsed structure, dripped the last remaining life's blood onto the dirt.

Skjon tried to ignore all of this. Tried to maintain his professional detachment. He hadn't known these people, after all. He was simply a starship captain doing what so many had had to do before him: clean up the mess from someone else's mistake.

That doesn't make it any easier, he thought to himself as he stepped through the door of the one remaining structure in the town. The wall surrounding the entrance was pock marked with scar and pits from laser blasts. Another body lay just inside the front door, Skjon's CMO kneeling beside it. The doctor looked up and sighed.


"Same as the other bodies," he said wearily. "Died during a running fire fight, most likely. And not all these wounds were made before he was dead."

Skjon nodded, acknowledging the report, and moved into the interior of the building. It had been the communication center for the colony. The one from which the final message had been sent to Starfleet and the reason for Skjon's presence now.

"What have you got for me, Nick?" He asked of his communications officer, Nick Mason.

"You won't believe this, Cap," Nick replied.

"Try me."

"According to the security logs, the weather direction system was sabotaged."

"Sabotaged?" Skjon asked, incredulous at the prospect. "How?"

"Crude explosive device in the control center. And right when the storm was reaching it's peak, no less." Nick shook his head in amazement. "Those people really didn't want this colony to succeed."

And it appears they got their wish, Skjon thought to himself. Aloud, he said "Maybe not. The planet will be reopened for settlement after the cleanup, most likely."

Nick gave the captain a longsuffering look. "But who's gonna want to live here?"

In truth, that's what Skjon was thinking. No one could believe that the United Earth Government, not to mention the Vulcan High Command, had allowed this planet to be opened for colonization in the first place. Oh sure, on the surface it appeared to be an Eden, with lush greenery and a perfect climate, atmospheric conditions capable of supporting human life. But after the initial reports from the first visit, everyone should have known to leave well enough alone.

When will we learn we can't control everything, least of all nature or human behavior, Skjon wondered.

"We managed to pull the security footage and a few log entries from the leaders. Here's one I thought you'd find interesting." Nick pressed play on the screen and the vid began it's playback. On the screen, he could see the communications center control room. A man was sitting at the desk which Nick now occupied, and another man was standing at the door holding and old-fashioned laser pistol. In the background, you could hear explosions and laser fire. A bolt would zing through the door on occasion, immediately answered by the man at the door.

"Starfleet command!" The man at the desk was shouting. "Do you read us? We're being overrun by invaders! They came down from the mountains! Out of nowhere! We need assistance!"

"Ron!" The man firing out the door yelled. "Get away from there and help me! The rock guys are starting to come out and it takes a lot to stop them!"

"Rock guys?" Skjon asked in amazement.

"Sound familiar," Nick replied ruefully. "Just wait, this gets better."

On screen, the man at the communications station continued to call for help, but suddenly broke off and began looking aroun, almost in a panic. He stared at the ceiling, then down the wall, almost as if he was watching something move, but there was nothing there.

He grabbed his laser pistol from the console and, his eyes wide with horror, began blasting away at the wall. There was no discernible pattern, but he began to screech loudly. No words, just horrified yelling. The man at the door turned and looked on as this was happening.

"Ron, are you crazy?!" the man yelled. "Stop that and come help me!"

Ron stopped firing, but his eyes never lost their wild look. Slowly, he turned to face the man by the door, easing the barrel of his gun towards the man.

"Stop?" he whispered menacingly. "You want me to stop? Why? So they can kill us all?"

"There wasn't anything there, Ron!"

"Oh really? I imagined that rock guy on the ceiling? I've had my suspicions of you from day one! You're one of them!!!"

"No, Ron, no-" but he was cut off as Ron opened fire and cut the man down where he stood. Skjon had to look away, his eyes coming to rest on the body by the door as, on the recording, he heard Ron fire until his laser was empty. Shortly after there was an explosion on the recording and Nick shut it off.

"Looks like Ron ran outside after and got capped by some of the other colonists."

Skjon could only shake his head. "Rock people," he muttered.

"Pretty wild, huh?" Nick said. "Hard to imagine these people would have the same hallucinations the Enterprise crew had, but that's sure what it looks like. Only..."

"These people actually killed each other."

"Yeah," Nick replied sadly.

One storm, Skjon thought grimly. It only took one storm.
Ah, Kirk, my old friend. Do you know the Klingon proverb which tells us revenge is a dish that is best served cold? It's very cold.......in spaaaace.


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Ah, fantastic riff on the Strange New World episode!
Once Ixalla was ready, Tathrelle cornered her. “Before we leave for work, I just want to tell you, I’m sorry. I guess I sort of shut down last night. I know you were in pain and I wasn’t too terribly supportive.” There was a wall covering in the main part of their chamber, something that Tathrelle hadn’t noticed before. She stared at it for a second and then shook her head.

Outside, a disembodied voice announced from a hidden speaker, “It is time to travel to all daytime places of employment. Transportation sleighs are available and ready. Citizens are encouraged to thank the sleigh drivers at the end of a successful transport. The government recommends haste, and requests that all pregnant persons be given preference for seating in their designated areas.”

A little distracted, Ixalla just asked, “Pain?”

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Thanks! I was planning to do a colony disaster from the start, then I remembered that episode and wondered if anyone had ever colonized that planet and voila! :)
I also thought it was a cool idea because it covered both man-made AND natural disasters. :allteeth:
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Thanks! I was planning to do a colony disaster from the start, then I remembered that episode and wondered if anyone had ever colonized that planet and voila! :)
I also thought it was a cool idea because it covered both man-made AND natural disasters. :allteeth:
True, that. I think that's the one they named Archer's planet or maybe Archer IV. Per IAMD2, he had 2 planets named for him.

I'll start to dream up some other challenge. I actually just won (the late returns from Florida are in!) a challenge on another board and I need to dream up a subject for them as well.

I will also gladly take suggestions.

Except for Tribble Slash. ;)
Once Ixalla was ready, Tathrelle cornered her. “Before we leave for work, I just want to tell you, I’m sorry. I guess I sort of shut down last night. I know you were in pain and I wasn’t too terribly supportive.” There was a wall covering in the main part of their chamber, something that Tathrelle hadn’t noticed before. She stared at it for a second and then shook her head.

Outside, a disembodied voice announced from a hidden speaker, “It is time to travel to all daytime places of employment. Transportation sleighs are available and ready. Citizens are encouraged to thank the sleigh drivers at the end of a successful transport. The government recommends haste, and requests that all pregnant persons be given preference for seating in their designated areas.”

A little distracted, Ixalla just asked, “Pain?”

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