From: cmeadows@nyx.cs.du.edu (Chris Meadows)
Subject: Re: Robotech vs. ?
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Date: Mon, 25 Jan 93 00:41:31 GMT


Okay, so maybe firstgen Veritechs couldn't break through the Enter-
prise's shields.  But something that hasn't been considered yet:
How about 3rdgen Veritechs--Shadow Alphas and Vindicators.  Their
guns, Destabilizers, were designed to knock out enemy force shields.
Let me try to do a little bit of fanfic, picking up after shots have
been fired and the fighters scrambled.  The enemy ship is the SDF-3,
commanded by Admirals Rick and Lisa Hunter.  (Gee, maybe THIS is where
it went after Sentinels...:)

The bridge of the Enterprise-D.  Picard, Data, and Yeoman Something
are at their stations, Troi is (thankfully) absent from the bridge.
Everyone else is on the floor from the blast from the SDF-3's main
gun that barely missed the shields.

Data: Captain, shields are down to 37 percent.  Casualties reported on
decks 4 through 7.

Picard: Mr. Worf, target one photon torpedo on the superstructure and
two on the gun booms.  Fire on my command. 

Data: Captain, I am reading approximately three hundred smaller ob-
jects being launched from the alien ship.  They appear to be some
sort of fighters, sir.

Worf (just got back on his feet): Photon torpedoes locked, sir.

Picard: Fire.  And lock tractor beams on those fighters.

Worf: Yessir.     

(FX: Three photon torpedoes fire from the Enterprise's foreward 
launcher.  Worf's fingers play across his control panel, making the
little "tink tink" noises as usual)

Worf: Sir, I cannot lock tractor beams.  There are too many of them,
and they are flying evasive patterns.

(FX: Three photon torpedoes smash into the SDF-3's omnidirectional
force field.  Though the entire field flashes with each impact, there
are no other observable effects.)

Data: Sir, their shields have absorbed the impacts.

Picard: Merde.  Why don't we have shields like that?  

Data: Sir, the fighters are launching missiles.

Picard: Evasive, ensign.

Ensign: Yessir.

Data: It is no use, Captain.  The missiles will hit our shields in
1.4 seconds.

(FX: WHUMP WHUMP WHUMP!!! sounds as perhaps a hundred reflex multi-
warhead missiles slam into the Enterprise's shields.) 

Data: Shields down to twenty-seven percent.  The fighters are closing.

Riker: Let 'em come.  Our shields will stop 'em.

Picard: Mr. Worf.  Fire a spread of photon torpedoes into their midst.
We'll see if that slows them down.

Worf: Yessir.  Targetting...

(FX: Tink tink tink BEEP-BEEP)

Worf: Firing.

(FX: Sounds of photon torpedoes firing.  Explosions.)

Data: The photon torpedoes have been ineffective.  (Fingers play 
over the controls) Approximately 87% of the fighters escaped un-  
scathed.

Riker: Damn!

Data: Estimate collision with our shields in 12.2 seconds at their
present velocity.

(Camera shifts to a wide-angle shot of dozens of Shadow Veritechs
changing to Battloid mode, mounting Destabilizers to their shoulders.
They fire, and the woven-lightning beams of Destabilizerfire reach
out toward the Enterprise's shields.)

Data (looks confused): Sir, I am detecting extremely unusual energy
emanations from the forward fighters.  Also, they appear to have un-
dergone a radical alteration in their basic configuration.

Riker: On-screen.

(Main viewscreen shows Vindicator transforming to Battloid and mounting
cannon.)

Picard: What can be the purpose of--

(FX: About a hundred Destabilizer beams strike the Enterprise's shields.
The entire ship shakes, and, as usual, everyone falls to the deck who 
isn't sitting down.  Riker, who was standing up, manages to keep his
feet.)

Riker (yelling): Mr. Data, report!

Data: Our shields have fallen, commander.  The fighter craft are all
changing configuration and moving in.

Riker: Photon torpedoes, full spread!

Data: Sir, if we fire photon torpedoes we will take damage ourselves.

Riker: Damn, that's right.

Data: Sir, they are landing on the hull near the primary docking
airlock.

Worf: Security team to primary docking airlock.  Security team to 
primary docking airlock.  Prepare to repel boarders.

Riker: Redalert!  Oops, I forgot, we're already there.

Data: Sir, the airlock has been breached.      

Picard: Mr. Worf, get ALL available security personnel there, NOW.

Data: Sir, the alien craft is requesting our surrender.  Shall I put
it on-screen?

Picard: No, Mr. Data.  (sighs)  Signal our surrender.


That was just written on the spur of the moment.  Hope it meets
with your approval...

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Chris Meadows  | Robotech/RIFTS/Palladium fanfic author/editor                  
CHM173S@SMSVMA | They Might Be Giants about Star Trek aliens:                   
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