(ooc: if you've never seen one, check out the palmetto bugs in florida. first time i saw a thumb-sized one take off when i tried to kill it, i thought i'd have the "big one." 8-) )
Delbert Roach was flying his flitter to Hawaii as fast as he could without drawing unwanted attention from Pacific Regional Traffic Control. He still did not have exact coordinates since the transporter t'Llhweiir and Brennan had used was not under Star Fleet control. However, he had hope that one of the others who were on the reporter's "watch list" would use one. He forced himself to slow down before he entered the range of the islands' local control center because they would immediately insist on destination information he did not yet have. Then, his flitter's comm sounded. When the extremely brief conversation ended--if one could call the one-sided recitation of coordinates followed by the immediate silence of a broken connection a conversation--Roach plotted them and broke into a broad grin of victory. Lasiter himself was headed to Hawaii. His single-use contact had paid in spades! Guessing that he was running out of time now, the reporter changed course and increased speed. The little flitter shook from the sudden strain on its engines and structure, and taletales on its control panel warned Roach that reaching and maintaining such speed was ill-advised. "Better dead than too late," he muttered to the patron saint of reporters. (to be continued) ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ | Randye Jones |) aka Adm. Carrhae t'Llhweiir and Adm. Candance Bedru /| Spacedock Role-Playing Game ( | ) [EMAIL PROTECTED] | Boldly goin' where no musician has gone before! _______________________________________________ Spacedock mailing list [email protected] http://mail.starbase1.org/mailman/listinfo/spacedock_starbase1.org
