=/\= Ball =/\= The guests were dressed very beautifully and formally. Woman wore a variety of dresses and most of the men, atleast as Acheson could see, wore formalware. He looked ahead at his own partner, a beautiful ensign from one of the various departments on the Chimera. He didn't know her and he knew nothing about her. But that was just a reality of how he conducted himself. As they danced to graceful slow music, he found himself only concentrating on his footwork. In the graceful art of dance, feet placement was very important, lest you step on your partner's toes ... a dangerous faux pax. He smiled at his partner gracefully and acknowledged the other guests: Commander Guzman, Commander Summers, Lieutenant Wellington, Ensign Carpentar, Lieutenant Blackburn, and the other faces that made up the Chimera. The dancing continued and Acheson kept up his positive demeanour. He'd rather be fighting. His wish was granted. Suddenly, 3 Jem Hadar warriors energized into the dance hall. Guests screamed and everyone dove for cover as the clones fired disruptor shots into the crowd, cutting down the various members. Acheson dove behind a table and pushed it down, with his date at his side and drew a phaser from a pouch in a seam in his trousers. He ducked behind the table and fired, striking a Jem Hadar. The clone fell to the ground. The other two fired at Acheson's table, producing huge bursts of sparks at the point of impact. Nathan smiled again as he fired, striking another Jem Hadar. The third charged toward him, swinging his rifle. Acheson dodged the blow and grabbed the weapon. Using his grip, he pulled an end back and pushed one forward, hitting the warrior's midsection. The clone fell back momentarily, allowing Acheson to shoot him, with his own weapon. The Hall erupted in cheers as Acheson raised his rifle victoriously in the air. Nobody seemed to wonder why the Jem Hadar was there or what Dominion forces were doing in the Alpha Quadrant. He groaned: "I really need to stop playing and practice dancing. Computer, reset program to original parameters and resume!" The computer complied and Nate went about trying to dance. "1 and 2 and 3 and 4" he thought, as he tried to coordinate his footsteps. =/\= END LOG =/\= MCapt Acheson CTAC USS Chimera <<Fooled ya, didn't I? :) Consider it a homage to Barclay>> -- ___________________________________________________________ Sign-up for Ads Free at Mail.com http://promo.mail.com/adsfreejump.htm