From: techy@iastate.edu (Technobabblonian)
Subject: Yar! Part 1
Organization: Iowa State University, Ames, IA
Date: Sun, 13 Sep 1992 05:18:45 GMT

                        YAR!  Part  One
                  Copyright  1992 Troy A Rutter
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     "Tactical."  Acting Captain Richard Castillo nervously sat down in
the command chair while waiting to exit from the time rift.  Facing 
uncertain methods - but certain death, the young Lieutenant held the face
of a hero.
 
     Lieutenant  Tasha Yar looked up from her monitors.  "Tactial still
inoperative, sir."  For Yar this mission took a different meaning - the 
chance to die for something.  She knew the probably outcome that would 
befall the ENTERPRISE-C, but stopping a war seemed to be amuch better
way to die that from the flick of a wrist from an alien oil slick.
    
     The bridge crew perked as the ship neared the spherical entrance
of the rift.  Bracing themselves for their destiny, not a breath was heard
until...
   
     "Hard to port!"  Castillo jumped from the command chair.  "Torpedoes
online, fire!  Lieutenant, I need maximum beam on those phasers! 
Engineering, we need more shields!"  The sound of the red alert klaxon 
almost deafened the Captain's orders.  Explosions rocked the ship as it
cleared the cloudy void.
   
     Yar's fingers danced wildly around the numerous keypads at the
Tactical station.  ]Torpedoes firing, phasers show ready, sir."
 
     tasha's eyes followed her fingers as they keyed in more information.
"Tactical operative on main viewer."  Castillo turned around to face
the viewscreen.  Three Bird of Prey's encircled the ENTERPRISE, two
engaged the ship and one the station, Nerenda Three.  "Direct all fire
at ONE of those ships, contact the Klingon station."  Castillo sat 
back down in the chair and waited.
 
     "Engineering to the Captain - starboard thrusters are inoperative.
Forward shields down to 72 percent."  Just what he wanted to hear.
 
     "Acknowledged."  The captain could do nothing now but rely on his
crew- all 125 of them.  He looked around the bridge which was now
bustling with activity.
 
     ~Captain, two more Bird of Prey's decloaking."  Castillo turned around
to face the beautiful Lieutenant.  Yar glanced up from her monitors to
meet his gaze.
 
     "Lieutenant Yar," Castillo paused as he looked into the eyes of the
officer from the future. "proceed as you see fit."  Yar nodded in
acknowledgment as full spreads of photon torpedoes and phasers rocked
the ENTERPRISE as they were launched.  It seemed that for every torpedo that
the ship released, three more struck it.
 
     Suddenly, one of the warbirds exploded into a giant fireball.
 
     Castillo pivoted back to screen.  "What the hell?"  Two Klingon
Warbirds had decloaked and destroyed the Romulan ship that the ENTERPRISE
had damaged.  Two more explosions rocked the ship as the Conn exploded
into a mass of sparks and smoke.  The helmsman looked over towards
her fallen crewmate and gasped at the sight of death.  Another block rocked 
the ship and she fell to lie next to her comrade.
 
     "Conn transferred to Tactical, Captain.  Auxillary control confirms helm
cotrol."  tasha was firing torpedoes as fast as they could be loaded.  
"Engineering reports direct hit to starboard deflector. Shield power down
to 57 percent.  Dr. Abderman reports 78 dead, 12 wounded.
 
     Another one of the Bird of Prey's burst into flame.  "Sir, one of the
Romulans has broken off."  Castillo could not recognize the voice that
broke him out of his bewilderment.  "Tactical off.  Viewer ahead, normal
view."  Castillo watched as the Bird gained velocity.  A great blur
surrounded the ship as it jumped into warp speed.  A split second later, the
Romulan rammed into the Klingon Station.  Taking itself, the station,
and the Klingon warbirds into Hell.
 
     Tasha stood blinded by the great flash of the station exploding
into nothingness.  A shock wave shook the ship as Tasha regained her
sight.  "Shields gone sir, life support failing.  Sir?  Sir??"  As
her vision continued to improve, she looked around the bridge.  Almost 
every station excreted smoke and sparks that flowed on top of its
dead tennants.  It was then that she saw her fallen captain.
 
     Tasha's mind raced through the life that she had known.  
Growing up a fugitive, running frothe rape gangs.  All her life she
had been the one people had called a freezer unit.  Not many people 
had broken the ice.  And when she finally met somebody who could
drill a hole to her heart, he was sentenced to death by Captain 
Picard.
 
     She looked down towards Richard Castillo.   Tears began to flow and
fall upon his eyelids.  The ship was silent, even the klaxon had ceased.
The viewscreen crackled with the image of a single Romulan ship.  The
emergency lights started to dim, and slowly the bridge was illuminated
only by the shower of sparks from the stations.
 
     Cherishing her last breaths of air, Tasha began to slump.  When
her eyelids began to fall, she knew it would not be long before she
would join her beloved Richard.  She took a long, deep breathe and
waited for eternity.  Then she opened her eyes, and found herself on
the bridge of the Romulan ship.
 
-To be continued.
 
-- 
-Troy Rutter        |  Another Budding Programmer of the rare
Iowa State Univ.    |      species of technobabblonians.
Project Vincent     |
    "Beware Romulans bearing GIFs."  -me with apologies to De.