MiSTing: [Ratliff's] Dear Isabella II/The Only Constant [3/3]
Jamas Enright
[6...5...4...3...2...1...Theatre]
TOM: That was as close to the abyss as I ever care to get...
>
>
>Chapter Five
MIKE: I think when you put this chapter and the next together, they'll be
bankrupt.
CROW: No, Mike.
MIKE: It's funny! Chapter eleven! Bankruptcy!
TOM: No, Mike.
MIKE: It's funny!
>
> Lieutenant Commander Picard walked on to the bridge. Captain
>T'Gwen Washington was standing by the center seat. "Commander, what is
>the status of our fighter wings?"
CROW: (as Marrissa) Still in my iron fist of authority, Captain!
> "We've got three and a half wings," Picard stated.
TOM: (as Marrissa) We can't fly very well.
> "I'll rate
>Red Wing as Excellent, Blue and Green and Good, but Yellow, which is our
>half wing, has never worked together before and lacks a wing commander."
MIKE: (as Marrissa) Hobbes was in charge, but he defected.
> "Dukat is still on DS9 isn't he," Washington asked.
CROW: No, he's the one who's taken over Cardassia. Pay attention!
MIKE: I think he means Mikor/Mekor Dukat, Crow.
CROW: Oh well.
TOM: How did you do that?
MIKE: I could tell you, but I'd have to kill you.
> "Yes, he resigned from Cardassian Central Command and is staying
>with his half- sister," Marrissa stated.
> "See if you can get him to come back, I'll offer him an acting
>commission," Washington said. "What does that do to our forces?"
CROW: (as Marrissa) Puts them under the command of someone you're asking to
fire on his own people. Great move, Captain!
> "If I put Yellow under Dukat, it brings them up to being just 2
>down," Marrissa said. "And I'll rate that wing as Good."
MIKE: This rating system must do wonders for pilot morale.
> "Then, Number One, get Dukat aboard and get those fighters out
>there," Washington ordered. "We'll see if the Dominion hasn't learnt
>what the Maquis have been learning."
CROW: Never use expendable bit players as your leaders?
TOM: The most treacherous thing to do is have elections?
MIKE: Never use a gas which affects only adults as the centerpiece of your
master plan?
> "Never ignore the gnats," Marrissa completed. "I'll get right
>on it."
>
> Washington watched the viewscreen. The Klingons were arrayed
>around the base along with a sizable Star Fleet prescience.
CROW: Starfleet can predict the future?
> Then
>suddenly Romulan warbirds decloaked. That was only logical to the
>half-Vulcan Captain. When the whole quadrant was threatened, it must
>band together. It reminded her of an old American Revolutionary War
>quote. 'United we stand. Divided we fall.'
TOM: And, of course, every species in the galaxy studies American History.
> "Comm traffic from the Gamma Quadrant," Lieutenant Ross Lochard
>responded. "Captain Sisko is answering it. He's dispatched Major Kira
>on the Defiant to go after a runabout."
> "The Defiant is going to warp," Lavelle announced.
> "Is that Bajoran crazy," Lieutenant Kathy Lochard wondered from
>the helm.
> As they watched the Defiant arrived at the Bajoran Sun and
>tractored the runabout away. The runabout exploded as the Defiant
>vectored away.
> "I'd say she's quite smart," Marrissa said, from Fighter
>Command.
MIKE: Thanks to her, Hotblack Desiato's concert came off perfectly!
> "The warp traces are gone," Lochard announced. "Deep Space Nine
>confirms."
> "Take us down to condition 3," Washington ordered.
> "The Enterprise is entering the system," Lochard announced. "I
>guess Admiral Ellis will be getting his court-martial now."
CROW: Huh? Did Lochard see the CNN schedule for today or something?
>
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>
TOM: Only four linefeeds? Ratliff's slipping a bit....
>Chapter Six
>
> Princess Marrissa Picard entered the large tent where the
>reception for President Inno's arrival was being held.
MIKE: It was at a navel base. You know? Inno? Navel?
CROW: Mike, stop it!
> She was wearing
>her new blue spring dress with a matching wide brimmed hat. Marrissa
>was probably the only Star Fleet officer not in uniform, but she wasn't
>attending as a representative of Star Fleet.
TOM: She was attending in her role of supreme goddess.
> That was her father's and
>Captain Sisko's job. She was there for her home planet of Essex. It
>was the twentieth such reception she had attended since she had become
>heir to the throne. She didn't like them, but was a lot more
>comfortable at them now.
MIKE: Once she realized she'd be asked to recite her titles each time, she
was fine.
> Marrissa proceeded across the tent, greeting those she knew, and
>making her way towards her father. He was talking to Captain Sisko and
>President Inno when Marrissa came up. Captain Sisko was saying, "I
>don't think Gul Dukat is going to back down from his threats."
> "What if we give him the DMZ in exchange for giving up on
>Bajor," Inno asked.
CROW: (as Inno) Then, what if we give him Pacific and North Carolina for
Boardwalk?
> "Appeasement," Marrissa commented.
> The President turned to the young girl and asked, "Pardon?"
TOM: (as Inno) How dare you interrupt me, waitress?
> "Appeasement, that's what that type of policy is called,"
>Marrissa replied. "It's not a historically successful policy."
> "Oh?" Inno remarked.
> "One of my ancestors had a Prime Minister that used that
>policy,"
MIKE: (as Marrissa) One of my ancestor's brother's father's step-aunt's
cousins, actually.
> Marrissa explained. "He gave the local aggressor a part of
>another country. When he came back he proclaimed 'Peace in our
>time.' Two years later Britain was at war with Hitler's Germany and
>Chamberlain was no longer Prime Minister. Millions of people died in
>that war."
CROW: (as Marrissa) They simply didn't realize that they needed to lock the
diplomats in a room and threaten them with physical violence. Poor,
pathetic fools.
> "Then what can I do?" Inno wondered. "Every one wants me to do
>something about it now. I've got to announce some policy soon."
TOM: (as Marrissa) Tell your attorney-general not to appoint a special
prosecutor.
> "Try Containment," Rear-Admiral Jean-Luc Picard suggested.
> "How does that work?" Inno asked.
MIKE: You buy Tupperware and give it to the Dominion! Sheesh! How could
anyone be President of the Federation and not know what
Containment was?
> "You support all the governments around Cardassia," Sisko
>explained. "Helping them defend their borders and resist Changeling
>infiltration."
> "What about Cardassia itself?" Inno inquired.
CROW: (as Inno) Do I help them defend their borders as well?
> "You inform everyone that you have a plan underway," Picard
>suggested. "Of course you may want to hold that and just give a knowing
>smile."
TOM: Telling your constiuency you have a plan when you don't. A proven
Presidential tactic.
> "One thing is for certain, we can't attack now," Sisko said.
>"The Jem'Hadar are arrayed to prevent an attack from the Federation
>border."
> "But if we get everyone on there borders against them," Picard
>began.
> "They won't know which side to turn to," Inno concluded. "I'll
>take it under consideration. Now if you don't mind I better circulate."
MIKE: (as Inno) I think I've let Marrissa dictate enough Federation policy
for today.
> "Mister President, have you met Ambassador Fargos of Hiros,"
>Marrissa asked.
> "No I've never met the 'Jolly Hiros,'" Inno asked. "Would
>you introduce me, your highness."
> "Certainly," Princess Marrissa said, leading the President over
>to a tall laughing man.
CROW: (as man) HEY-O! You are correct, sir!
>
> Alexander was waiting for his father in Quark's.
TOM: Despite being horribly underaged.
> Quark had just
>delivered his root beer, muttering something about the end of something
>civilization. Alex took in the view of the bar. Some off-duty fleet
>officers and Bajorans were playing daubo. Doctor Bashir was ascending
>the stairs to the holosuites dressed in a tuxedo.
MIKE: Well, we can see which episodes Ratliff likes.
> Just entering the bar, were three Klingon warriors who must have
>been drinking somewhere else before. "Bloodwine for us all," the lead
>warrior ordered, his fist crashing on the bar. Quark hurried to serve
>them.
> Picking up their drinks, they turned toward Alexander's table.
>"Well if it isn't the son of a traitor from a family of traitors."
>Alexander calmly sipped his drink. "Oh look, he's drinking pond scum,
>the drink of the dishonored."
CROW: Hmmm... must be Hires.
> "Gentlemen, I suggest you rephrase that," Alexander stated.
>"It's root beer, and as for traitors, look in the mirror instead of
>smearing the honor of an Ambassador."
TOM: (as Alexander) I know you are, but what am I?
> "Oh, the Star Fleet pla'tok is trying to be insulting," the lead
>Klingon replied.
> "If I wanted to be insulting, you'd know," Alexander stated.
>"Now you have two choices, sit down and act with the honor you have been
>sadly lacking, or act like the drunken disgraces you are."
MIKE: (as lead Klingon) We'll vote on it and get back to you.
> The Klingon moved toward Alex, intending to grab the young
>Klingon. Alexander stood up, and dodged the arm. The Klingons pursued
>him, but Alexander artfully dodged him.
CROW: How much pursuing and dodging can you do inside a bar?
> As one of them got below the
>upper level, a chair came down on his head, knocking him out. From the
>balcony, came a voice, "Is this a private fight, or can I join in?"
TOM: Look! Up in the sky! It's a bird! It's a plane!
> Alexander looked up to see Clara Sutter, descending the stairs.
TOM: It's a pre-teen girl!
>"Go right ahead, Clara," Alexander replied as more Klingons arrived on
>the scene. Alexander dodged another punch and kicked his opponent in
>the stomach. Two ganged up on the young boy, limiting his dodges.
MIKE: I think Ratliff has played "Double Dragon".
>Suddenly, another Klingon was at his side, bringing his fist down on one
>opponent. Alexander looked up.
> "Its been a while since I was in a good bar fight," Gowron
>remarked, slamming his opponent up against the wall.
CROW: Uh huh. Gowron is going to intervene on the side of the son of a man
whom he considers a traitor against his own people.
> "I image that leading the high council doesn't leave much time,"
>Alexander said, giving his opponent an upper cut that sent him falling
>back.
> "No, but I really should reserve some time for the more
>important things in life," Gowron replied, tossing another Klingon over
>the bar.
TOM: Klingons would really like professional wrestling.
> Alexander then spied Odo and his security guards approaching.
>"I suggest we take a break, before Odo forces us too," Alexander
>remarked, ducking and gesturing towards his table, with his root beer
>still sitting on it. Three bloodwines were also there. "Clara!"
> Clara ducked out from her opponents grasp, and did a flip into a
>chair. "Bar tender, a milkshake please," She cried out as Alexander and
>Gowron sat down.
MIKE: (as Clara) I'm sure he'll fall for this!
CROW: Shouldn't a few people suddenly notice they don't have opponents
anymore?
> Odo and his security guards entered Quarks and began subduing
>the riotous patrons. Odo came up too the table and said, "Now this is a
>surprise. Two Klingons sitting out a bar fight with a young lady. Wait
>a minute, the young lady appears to have a black eye, I wonder how she
>got it. And the Klingons have ridge bruising. Perhaps they'd better
>come down to security."
> Gowron turned around and said, "Constable, I have a feeling that
>you have more than enough people filling up security. For all you know
>I could have just been challenged, and this young couple could have been
>engaged in personal manners." Clara blushed.
TOM: OJ tried that alibi.
> "You have a point, but you really should see Doctor Bashir," Odo
>said gruffly and turned to supervise the removal of the rest of the
>drunken Klingons.
MIKE: This has to be illegal.
[Commercials. Fast forward past Hour of Power. Fast forward past Cool Stuff
from the Cosmos. Fast forward past MST3K. Rewind back to MST3K. Wonder why
they're showing commercials for it *while* you're watching it.]
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>
>Chapter Seven
CROW: (singing) All good children go to heaven!
>
> Marrissa was readying the Stargazer to depart for Earth. The
>ship was taking the Space Ship Stargazer and the President Home. This
>wasn't a mission that the Stargazer was designed for, the President
>would be staying in the former First Officer's Quarters and most of his
>staff would be taking alternate transportation. That wasn't Marrissa's
>main worry though. She really needed more personnel. The departure of
>the Cardassian crew members had reduced the compliment of the Stargazer
>by forty percent.
> "Washington to Picard," the Vulcan Captain's voice said.
> Marrissa put down here PADD and answered, "Picard here."
> "I've obtained four officers and a cadet heading to the Academy
>for our trip. Meet them at the docking port."
TOM: (as Washington) I've traded away two of our practice squad and a draft
choice to be named later.
> "Can I hope for Operations and Engineering help?"
> "Two of each and a pilot."
ALL: (singing) And a partridge in a pear tree...
> "That should be enough."
> "Understood, Washington out."
> Marrissa stood by the docking port. The first to arrive was a
>Ferengi in Cadet's Uniform. "Cadet Second Class Nog reporting for duty,
>sir."
> "Welcome aboard, Cadet," Marrissa stated. "Your quarters are on
>deck 9, room 140. Your duty schedule is in the computer."
> "Aye sir," Nog replied and walked down the hall towards the
>turbolift.
MIKE: (as Nog) I wonder who she paid off for that rank...
> Next to appear in the docking port were a girl with long black
>hair, and another girl with medium length brown hair.
CROW: Xena and Dana Scully, reporting for duty!
> Both wore
>Star Fleet Engineering Uniforms. "Lieutenant junior grade Clara
>Sutter..." the first began.
> "... and Ensign Shayna Sachs," the second chimed in, and then
>both finished, "Assistant Engineers, reporting for duty."
> "Welcome aboard," Marrissa said. "I'll put you two together on
>deck 7, room 70. Come by my office on deck 8, room 47 latter.
TOM: (as Marrissa) We'll have a slumber party!
> Your
>duty schedules are in the computer."
> "We'll be by," Clara replied.
> "And no practical jokes, Shayna," Marrissa ordered, as the two
>walked down the hall.
> Suddenly Marrissa felt a hand on her back.
MIKE: And then a knife in her back.
> She found herself
>being tilted down to the floor. Jay Gordon's face appeared, and he gave
>her a deep kiss on her lips. Then he tilted her back up to a standing
>position and said. "Lieutenant Jay Gordon, Chief of Operations
>reporting for duty."
CROW: How did he kiss her when he pushed her facefirst to the floor?
> "That was a most interesting way to report aboard, and a great
>first kiss," Marrissa commented, her violet eyes sparkling. "Though I
>don't think I'd let anyone else get away with it."
TOM: (as Marrissa) ...much.
> "Thank you, Marrissa," Jay responded.
> "Just wait until after you disembark to do it again," Marrissa
>said. Then turning to business she continued, "Your quarters are on
>Deck 8, room 45. As for Duty Schedule, your a department head, you make
>it up."
MIKE: (as Jay) Great! Sleep till 11:00. Lunch at noon. Coffee break until
three, then take the rest of the day off!
> "Aye, sir."
> Marrissa turned back to discover the last new crew member,
>"Ensign Alexander Rozhenko reporting for duty, sir."
> "Your quarters are on Deck 7, room 70," Marrissa informed.
>"Your duty schedule will be in the computer as soon as Jay makes it up."
CROW: (as Marrissa) Most of it will probably involve running laps.
>Alexander moved off. "Picard to Washington."
> "Washington here."
> "The last officer is aboard, and the ship is ready to go out."
> "Noted, report to the bridge."
> "Aye, sir, Picard out."
>
> Marrissa sat at her desk, PADDs arrayed around her. "Reports,
>and more reports," she grumbled, as her yeoman dropped some more on her
>desk. "What does Star Fleet think I am?"
TOM: Just a guess... its employee?
> "A first officer, Commander," Yeoman Pearson responded. "And
>you don't have to go over each report like a school teacher. We do have
>a spell checker and grammar checker as well. Let them take care of
>that."
MIKE: This would be Ratliff's dream job.
> "Thank you, Yeoman," Marrissa said, pulling another PADD up.
>Pearson left. Moments later, the door chimed. "Come."
> Clara, Shayna, Alexander, and Jay entered. "I see Doctor
>Johnson and Yeoman Pearson where right," Clara remarked.
> "About what?" Marrissa asked, not looking up from her work.
> "You're over working yourself again," Clara commented.
> "She does this often?" Jay asked.
> "Oh yes, every time she gets a new position she throws herself
>into it and doesn't come up for days to even sleep," Clara remarked.
CROW: It's about time someone did an intervention for Marrissa.
> "She's never been good at removing things from her schedule or
>relaxing," Shayna remarked.
> "Stop talking about me like I'm not in the room," Marrissa said,
>switching PADDs.
TOM: (as Marrissa) I MUST be the center of attention!
> "You might as well not be," Shayna remarked.
> "Fortunately, we have some standing orders on such a situation,"
>Clara stated. "Alex, her legs; Jay, her arms. We'll be going to
>holodeck 4."
MIKE: (as Clara) Computer, run program "Cement Overshoes 1"!
> As Jay pulled the PADD out of her hand, Marrissa exclaimed,
>"Hey, I wasn't done with that. Who gave you those orders?"
> "Your father," Clara responded.
CROW: (as Jean-Luc Picard) Kidnap my daughter!
> "Now cooperate, or I'll have
>Shayna tickle that right foot of yours until you do. Resistance is
>futile."
TOM: But I don't think the Borg will be wanting to add her distinctiveness
to their own.
> "She's ticklish there?" Jay asked.
> "Deathly, tickle her long enough and she'll do anything," Shayna
>responded.
> "You promised you wouldn't tell," Marrissa accused.
> "Well you promised not to over work yourself,"
MIKE: (as Clara) And that makes it alright!
> Clara replied.
>"Are you coming, or are we going to have to carry you?"
CROW: (as Clara) ...or do you call Security and have us arrested? Oops.
Forget I said that.
>
>
>
>Epilogue
TOM: Hey guys, we're surviving this far! This one wasn't all bad!
MIKE: Give Ratliff time.
>
> Marrissa was on the bridge as they entered the Terran System.
>After her friends had dragged her off to the holodeck, her life had once
>again settled into a comfortable pattern.
CROW: However, the story swiftly left any sort of linear pattern.
> They had taken her to an old
>swimming hole, which Jay said was from near his grandfather's house.
>She'd never skinny-dipped before,
ALL: AAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
> but they hadn't given her time to get
>her swimming suit, and none of them wore anything.
ALL: AAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
> It had been fun,
>and she fell asleep as soon as she hit the pillow that night.
ALL: AAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
> Since then, she'd managed to schedule a couple hours of time with
>her friends when they were off duty. Being First Officer enabled her to
>make sure that all of them were free at the same time. She had enjoyed
>the two week cruise, but it was almost over, and all of her friends
>would be at the Academy for the next couple years. She wouldn't even
>have a date with Jay when the Stargazer and Independence were in port
>again. She was going to miss those dates.
TOM: But we won't. Ick. Ick. Ick. Ick. Ick.
> "Commander, Captain Clinton reports ready," an officer
>announced.
MIKE: If she ends up naked, I'll hound you until the day I die, Ratliff!
> "Release tractor beams on the spaceship," Marrissa ordered.
>"Launch Red Wing fighter escort."
CROW: C'mon Red Wing, fire. You know you want to.
> "Tractor beams released," the officer responded. "Red Wing
>assuming formation."
> Ahead of the starship Stargazer, the spaceship Stargazer moved
>into place. A wing of seven fighters formed a 'V' around it as they
>proceeded into orbit. A Nebula class Starship blinked a salute to the
>21st century ship as she passed.
TOM: It was amazing, really. It's not every crew that can moon an outside
ship.
> They entered orbit, on a coarse to
>Starbase One. They passed an open space dock, with a new Intrepid class
>starship awaiting launch. Marrissa glanced at her display, wondering
>what they'd named this one. She smiled. Inside the dock was the USS
>Chelsea Clinton.
MIKE: She knew that the USS Marrissa was coming out next week.
>
>
>
>
>
CROW: And we are coming out... and up... right now!
[*...1...2...3...4...5...6...SoL Control room. Tom is rubbing himself
against a power-buffer. Crow is dipping parts of himself in a bucket marked
"benzene", and Mike is taking a shower in a portable rig a la "The Karate
Kid" or "Kazaam". The female 18-35 demographics undergo another sharp rise.]
TOM: Mike, when do the feelings of dirtiness go away?
MIKE: I'm not sure. I'll want to devote at least a day to this, though.
CROW: Ick. Ick. Ick. Ick. Ick.
[Mad light flashes. Mike taps it. CP.]
PEARL: Got you this time, Nelson! You're on the ropes now! You're only a few
more experiments away from being french vanilla pudding!
[The Observer suddenly falters, and stumbles a little.]
BOBO: Brain guy, what's wrong?
OBSERVER: Don't call me that. I sense something...
PEARL: Yes?
OBSERVER: A presence I haven't felt since...
BOBO: Yes?
OBSERVER: Since...
PEARL and BOBO: *Yes?!*
OBSERVER: Since the middle of the fanfic!
PEARL: Now, who.... oh *no*!
[Marrissa suddenly appears.]
MARRISSA: Mortals, that was a very dirty trick to play on me! I was
*expecting* another reward, and got nothing.
PEARL: Well, sorry about that. We...
MARRISSA: I sense that you and this Nelstone fellow are having some sort of
dispute.
PEARL: Well, you could say that. I...
MARRISSA: Say no more! I know how to settle disputes!
[Pearl disappears. SoL. Mike disappears. SoL Theatre. Shadows of Pearl, Mike
and Marrissa appear.]
MARRISSA: Now, you two will stay in here until you can settle your dispute.
MIKE: Now, hold on a minute. I...
[Marrissa disappears. SoL control room.]
TOM: We have to do something!
CROW: We have to do something!
[CP]
BOBO: We have to do something!
OBSERVER: Indeed we do. Let's send them G.I. Jane!
[SoL]
CROW: Hmmm... Good plan...
TOM: Mmm-hmm!
[Fade and cue end credits as we hear Mike and Pearl screaming.]
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>this on Venci, her foot seems to have knocked the Power Supply
>Controller out of it's socket."
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Adam Cadre
Stephen Ratliff wrote:
> Marrissa was on the bridge as they entered the Terran System. After
> her friends had dragged her off to the holodeck, her life had once
> old swimming hole, which Jay said was from near his grandfather's
> time to get her swimming suit, and none of them wore anything. It
> had been fun, and she fell asleep as soon as she hit the pillow that
> night.
Hurm. It would seem Ratliff has added "Dark Marrissa"'s distinctiveness
to his own. Now if only I can get him to copy the baby-eating scene...
-----
Adam Cadre, Durham, NC
http://www.duke.edu/~adamc
http://www.retina.net/~grignr
Stephen Ratliff
Adam Cadre (ad...@acpub.duke.edu) wrote:
: Stephen Ratliff wrote:
: > Marrissa was on the bridge as they entered the Terran System. After
: > her friends had dragged her off to the holodeck, her life had once
: > old swimming hole, which Jay said was from near his grandfather's
: > time to get her swimming suit, and none of them wore anything. It
: > had been fun, and she fell asleep as soon as she hit the pillow that
: > night.
: Hurm. It would seem Ratliff has added "Dark Marrissa"'s distinctiveness
: to his own. Now if only I can get him to copy the baby-eating scene...
Actually this scene (the skinny dipping convincing) has been in my files
since "Away From Home" I think you know why. As for the baby-eating
scence ... it might go good as a nightmare for Marrissa's recovery from
being Borged. hmmm, Adam we need to talk...
Stephen Ratliff
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"Counselor, I've run starships for almost 30 years, faced Klingons,
Cardassians, Romulans, and Borg. I hardly think one twelve year old
girl could be much more trouble."
-CPT Jean-Luc Picard, "Battle For Bajor"
before he adopted Marrissa (famous last words)