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STC: Bangkok Down: Chapter 55Open Space, S.S. CalypsoJanuary 5, 2269One of the advantages of having an older class of ship like Calypso, at least as far as Cera was concerned, was that it had an actual galley adjacent to the mess hall in addition to the food dispenser slots. Which meant that you could cook a real meal made from real ingredients, instead of eating reprocessed whatever all the time. “So what exactly is this?” Nessa asked curiously as her lover set a plate in front of her. It looked like short, oddly-shaped worms covered in thick blood. “This is called rotini,” Cera explained happily. “It’s a type of pasta. Pasta is made from wheat. The sauce is meat and tomato.” Nessa gave the steaming plate a sniff. “This is Earther food?” “Italian, to be exact. Go on, try it.” As Nessa picked up the spoon Cera had provided, the door to the me
STC: Bangkok Down: Chapter 44Open Space, U.S.S. CassiniDecember 27, 2268Captain Trent Weller sat behind his desk and studied the crewman standing at attention before him. She was the only Orion in the ship’s complement; and despite what the men on the Cassini might prefer, she was not wearing the popular miniskirt, nylons and calf-high boots version of the female Starfleet uniform. Instead she wore black slacks and low boots in addition to her red tunic with black collar. Her long black hair was twisted into a simple knot at the base of her skull. She wore no makeup apart from a bit of eyeshadow, and didn’t need any. Standing to the right of the young Orion was Commander Darrin Yates, the Cassini’s first officer; on her left was Lt. Commander Carl Billingsley, the ship’s chief medical officer. Both men wore very grave expressions. “At ease, crewman,” said Captain Weller. “What’s this all about?”
STC: Bangkok Down: Chapter 33Protoplanetary SystemDecember 25, 2268Sitting in his chair and listening to Lt. Commander Slaton give his damage report concerning the U.S.S. Bangkok, Garadun couldn’t help but notice the rather odd design of the central table in the briefing room. It was an asymmetrical, wedge shape with a total of eight sides, and included a sort of indented section at the wide end where a computer terminal was mounted. It was very retro. In fact the entire briefing room had a 1960s look to it. As did every other part of the ship he’d seen so far. He figured that whoever it was that was doing the naval architecture on behalf of Starfleet, had a thing for the décor which had been prevalent on Earth three hundred years earlier. The retro feel wasn’t limited to interior design. Although Garadun had seen more than his share of Starfleet officers, he’d never really made the connection until now. Not only was the ship a stylistic throwback, but s
STC: Bangkok Down: Chapter 22Protoplanetary SystemDecember 25, 2268There are a lot of ways that you can tell that you’re not on a regulations-driven Starfleet starship; but perhaps one of the most obvious is being greeted by energetic, jazzy music when you arrive at the bridge, as Cera was when she stepped out of the turbolift. The lighting was dim, in keeping with the fact that it was 0118 in the morning, and there was only one person present: her undeniably eccentric first mate, Garadun. He was sitting at his usual seat at the helm station and was moving in time with the music; what he liked to call “chair dancing.” Although she’d never heard this particular piece before she was certain it was from Earth and, from the sound of it, likely from around the turn of the twenty-first century. It was jazzy and dynamic, and the vocals were being provided by a woman of immense talent; her voice was passionate and strong. Cera had no problem with his playing music on the br
STC: Bangkok Down: Chapter 11Open Space, S.S. CalypsoDecember 23, 2268Keeping fit while living aboard a spaceship is a constant fact of life for crewmen. In the old days before the advent of gravity plating, it was vital to survival because it helped fight the weakening of muscles and bone degeneration. Artificial gravity had eliminated those problems, but regular exercise was still required to maintain good health. As a rule, Garadun hated regular exercise. That’s not to say he avoided labour. That was also part and parcel of being a spacer; at least for those who lived aboard cargo ships. When a job needed doing, he did it. He’d spent years working in a warehouse during his old life and was no stranger to physical labour. He had the scars to prove it. No, what he hated was exercise. Running on treadmills, lifting weights, doing sit-ups, that sort of thing. Repetitive and brain-numbingly boring, that was. Calypso had its own small gymnasium filled with a v
STC: Bangkok Down: ProloguePROLOGUEProtoplanetary SystemDecember 23, 2268From chaos into order was how Lieutenant Persis, the U.S.S. Bangkok’s science officer, had described the protosystem’s swirling disc of dust, gas, rock and newly-forming planets; and Captain Marcus Howard thought the lovely young Deltan had summed it up rather well. It was an awe-inspiring sight. Not to mention a dangerous one. Tracking all the debris was a nigh-impossible task, and the Miranda class vessel was being continuously battered by chunks of rock that were bouncing off her shields. The helmsman was able to avoid the major bodies and dodge asteroids, but Captain Howard had Bangkok on yellow alert for a reason. While he could’ve kept his vessel completely out of harm’s way by staying at a safe distance, the ship was here to do an astronomical survey, and doing the job right sometimes means getting your hands dirty. “Lieutenant Persis, how many p