Dream Cont'd...
This morning as been spent frantically searching for Jane’s notes of my dream. Now that I’ve found them the one important item forgotten they are in SHORTHAND!!! Darn and double darn… Ok, we will go it alone and if worse comes to worse I’ll give Jane a call and ask how all these meaningless swirls, curves, dots and dashes translate into words.
Suddenly with stunning and incredible swiftness, the bridge became the corona of a sun swallowed in a breathtaking aurora of light. The forward screens reacted in nanoseconds to the onslaught blocking the instant death of those on the bridge. Immediately a cacophony of sounds, alarms of all types, began there incessant clattering throughout the enormous ship.
Overwhelmed with the flaring and flowing of expanding emotions to his mind Corot instinctively raised his hands to his head - an involuntary attempt at physically annihilating them at the point of his own death. A calm clarity returned to his mind in a time not measurable in human conception faster in speed than the screen shields protected the bridge from total obliteration a defensive mechanism evolved over millenniums.
Now the dream becomes hazy with many and varying sounds of hysteria, mournful wailing, and the obscure voice of command and assurance in the obscene distance. Clarity returns with Corot yelling for the captain as he viewed the injured and dead, some horribly deformed from concussion and burns, crewmembers among the smoldering and tousled area of command.
When asked the inevitable question of what happened Corot mentally stroked the captain’s mind with a calming stroke and said, “Captain, prepare the ship for immediate battle conditions and get the injured and dead into the healing rooms. I want starboard and forward disruptors and torpedo tubes firing at your targets NOW!”
The captain looked drawn and suffered from a large gash to his right cheek spoke even under the mental mind calming in harsh tones, “My Lord, in Hyperspace?” “Never have we fought in Hyperspace. The laws of physics say it is impossible!”
“Captain, we are not in Hyperspace for reasons I have yet to determine. Look out your starboard view screens and tell me what you see,” said Corot.
“For the love of man!” And with frightened eyes the captain said with an undertone of defiance, “I’m sorry for the blasphemy your Holiness but there are three of Lord Dragon’s warships, A-class destroyers, on our starboard and one forward.”
The captain glancing away from the forward screens caught a flicker of movement alongside the port side of his ship in his port monitors. In a casual disclosure the captain remarked, “Your Holiness, what is that moving alongside our port vents?”
In horror Corot yelled, “An Argonaut from the Lucifer Wars! A destroyer of ships and life and a MACHINE extinct for over 300 years!”
That’s it for now and in the end, I have only two more Steno pages of notes…
See you soon.
Suddenly with stunning and incredible swiftness, the bridge became the corona of a sun swallowed in a breathtaking aurora of light. The forward screens reacted in nanoseconds to the onslaught blocking the instant death of those on the bridge. Immediately a cacophony of sounds, alarms of all types, began there incessant clattering throughout the enormous ship.
Overwhelmed with the flaring and flowing of expanding emotions to his mind Corot instinctively raised his hands to his head - an involuntary attempt at physically annihilating them at the point of his own death. A calm clarity returned to his mind in a time not measurable in human conception faster in speed than the screen shields protected the bridge from total obliteration a defensive mechanism evolved over millenniums.
Now the dream becomes hazy with many and varying sounds of hysteria, mournful wailing, and the obscure voice of command and assurance in the obscene distance. Clarity returns with Corot yelling for the captain as he viewed the injured and dead, some horribly deformed from concussion and burns, crewmembers among the smoldering and tousled area of command.
When asked the inevitable question of what happened Corot mentally stroked the captain’s mind with a calming stroke and said, “Captain, prepare the ship for immediate battle conditions and get the injured and dead into the healing rooms. I want starboard and forward disruptors and torpedo tubes firing at your targets NOW!”
The captain looked drawn and suffered from a large gash to his right cheek spoke even under the mental mind calming in harsh tones, “My Lord, in Hyperspace?” “Never have we fought in Hyperspace. The laws of physics say it is impossible!”
“Captain, we are not in Hyperspace for reasons I have yet to determine. Look out your starboard view screens and tell me what you see,” said Corot.
“For the love of man!” And with frightened eyes the captain said with an undertone of defiance, “I’m sorry for the blasphemy your Holiness but there are three of Lord Dragon’s warships, A-class destroyers, on our starboard and one forward.”
The captain glancing away from the forward screens caught a flicker of movement alongside the port side of his ship in his port monitors. In a casual disclosure the captain remarked, “Your Holiness, what is that moving alongside our port vents?”
In horror Corot yelled, “An Argonaut from the Lucifer Wars! A destroyer of ships and life and a MACHINE extinct for over 300 years!”
That’s it for now and in the end, I have only two more Steno pages of notes…
See you soon.
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