=/\= Bridge, USS Chimera =/\= Acheson sat down at the command chair, as the cease fire continued. The ODA would conceivably be in pursuit of the intruders and the two sides would engage. He tapped his phaser, set to deliver the simulated injury if any adventurous Simpson security officer should try to take the bridge. He took his console and pulled it over to his side, just as a hail was received. "Sir, USS Simpson is hailing. Private Channel." Acheson nodded. "Transfer to the conference room." =/\= Chimera Conference Room =/\= The room lay empty, with all its chairs in a square formation to allow for orders to be given and reports to be presented. He tapped at the console on the wall and brought up an image of Klinde. "We got you, eh?" Acheson sneered. "Yea, you cheated though!" Klinde scoffed. "How so?" "Tachyon bursts ... it's an old Academy trick." "Yea. It's works though, for those of us who configure our shields to a predictable rotation modulation. I was able to figure out yours with a Fourier projection. Go figure. You really should randomize it more. Once you reset the shield harmonics, you made yourself vulnerable. I wonder how the conquerers are doing. I see your holstering a weapon. Not too confident that your ODA can repel the men, eh?" Acheson laughed. "Nah, I'm not worried about that. I just hope that one of your security men gets lost and I have to help him to the time out box. I didn't set up the shield harmonics. My predessesor did. I'll have to randomize them." He winked. "I'll see if I can't find a way onto your ship for the second half. After defending the pride, I bet our ODA will be rather hungry for the kill." Klinde smiled. "Perhaps. But, to use your aphorism, the King of this pride isn't going to be giving up his throne. I was impressed at the defense you mounted for the shuttle. You used a few maneuvers I'll try to remember there." Acheson nodded: "I was impressed by your attack strategies. Targeting my sensor array was very good; I didn't even see it coming." Klinde replied: "Ya know, when this is over, we really ought to have a drink together in the Starbase Promenade." "It's a deal. Well, good luck, Tom." "You too, Joe." The communication ended, replaced with a Starfleet emblem. =/\= END LOG =/\= 1LT Acheson CTAC USS Chimera <<A little character development>> -- ___________________________________________________________ Sign-up for Ads Free at Mail.com http://promo.mail.com/adsfreejump.htm