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04-23-2003, 07:23 PM
It was a busy day for Dixon Hill. He had spent the last three hours shuffling papers on his desk. When he had gotten to the last of the papers, he let out a satisfying sigh and stood. He stuck his head out of the door and said "I am done Ruby, you can go home."
His secretary, a young, slender woman, stood, retrieved her purse, and said her goodbyes. She left out of the office and closed the door behind her. Dixon couldn't help but be attracted to her, but he had other duties now.
He walked to the end of his office and said "Computer, exit."
The doors leading to the real world appeared and opened, as Dixon Hill walked to it. He turned, looked at his office, smiled, and left. Jean-luc Picard walked down the hallway, turned to the turbolift, and took it to the bridge. He stepped onto the bridge, still in his mid-20th century civilian clothing, and got a laugh from one of the crewman that was working on a computer console. Picard, unaware that he was still wearing the old trench coat, looked at the crewman as if he were nuts. Picard suddenly realized what the young man was laughing at, and gave a sarcastic smile back to the young man.
He walked over to his chair and his first officer, Commander Riker, stood at attention.
"Anything new, number one?" Picard asked.
"We had a few problems with our transporter systems while we were trading supplies with the Anorians, but nothing to write home about." William Riker said with the usual smirk.
"What kind of transporter problems?" Picard asked, with little care in his voice.
"Well, it turns out that some of the phase inducers were out of alignment. Commander la Forge and chief O'Brien got them working properly again, though. It's fine now. "
"Very well, then." Picard said, turning to his helm officer. "Set course for Starbase 181, warp 5. We have a rendevouz with Admiral Haun there shortly."
"Aye, sir." The young man said, as he punched in the coordinates of the base.
"Engage." Picard said. The Enterprise blasted to warp. Picard turned to his first officer again.
"You have the bridge again, number one. I have to uh...slip into something more appropriate." Picard said, gesturing to his cloths.
Riker gave a smile and Picard left the bridge.
His secretary, a young, slender woman, stood, retrieved her purse, and said her goodbyes. She left out of the office and closed the door behind her. Dixon couldn't help but be attracted to her, but he had other duties now.
He walked to the end of his office and said "Computer, exit."
The doors leading to the real world appeared and opened, as Dixon Hill walked to it. He turned, looked at his office, smiled, and left. Jean-luc Picard walked down the hallway, turned to the turbolift, and took it to the bridge. He stepped onto the bridge, still in his mid-20th century civilian clothing, and got a laugh from one of the crewman that was working on a computer console. Picard, unaware that he was still wearing the old trench coat, looked at the crewman as if he were nuts. Picard suddenly realized what the young man was laughing at, and gave a sarcastic smile back to the young man.
He walked over to his chair and his first officer, Commander Riker, stood at attention.
"Anything new, number one?" Picard asked.
"We had a few problems with our transporter systems while we were trading supplies with the Anorians, but nothing to write home about." William Riker said with the usual smirk.
"What kind of transporter problems?" Picard asked, with little care in his voice.
"Well, it turns out that some of the phase inducers were out of alignment. Commander la Forge and chief O'Brien got them working properly again, though. It's fine now. "
"Very well, then." Picard said, turning to his helm officer. "Set course for Starbase 181, warp 5. We have a rendevouz with Admiral Haun there shortly."
"Aye, sir." The young man said, as he punched in the coordinates of the base.
"Engage." Picard said. The Enterprise blasted to warp. Picard turned to his first officer again.
"You have the bridge again, number one. I have to uh...slip into something more appropriate." Picard said, gesturing to his cloths.
Riker gave a smile and Picard left the bridge.