LaSaille Shorts
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Interesting. I like it
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Okay, in the thread "Formatting test" I just cut and pasted from Open Office Writer, a document saved in RTF, And then cut and paste from a document saved in ODFjayphailey wrote: ↑Mon Feb 17, 2025 10:37 am
Interesting. I just have to cut and paste from Google docs. I wonder...
And then I cut and pasted from an HTML Page in Chrome.
So where are you grabbing your stories from where Formatting gets fucked up?
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You put more white space as a habit. I do not do this. I use tabs and paragraphing without double spacing. It's coming off my website. http://www.oldephoenixinn.net/startrek/ ... enter_Seatjayphailey wrote: ↑Mon Feb 17, 2025 10:37 am
Interesting. I just have to cut and paste from Google docs. I wonder...
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Transfer
"Commander James Tiberius Kirk, on this stardate you are requested and required to take command of the USS Lydia Sutherland NCC-1522 and to direct her in accordance to such orders as you are given. Signed, Admiral Fanna J Carter, Starfleet Command." Kirk folded the fancy paper orders.
"Welcome aboard Sir."
"Thank you Lieutenant Mogwar. Is Capitan LaSaille still aboard?"
"Yes sir he is in his...your quarters, packing the last of his gear."
"Good, lead the way, I can have a word with him and settle my kit before I tour the ship."
"Aye Aye sir."
The Lydia was a small ship, it didn't take long to get to the Captain's cabin. LaSaille was indeed still there, a stocky man that looked if anything younger than Kirk himself. Like himself LaSaille was in his number one His gray polished silk jacket was open and his hat was on the kit bag lying nearby. LaSaille got up from the desk he was working at as Kirk came in. "Commander Kirk, good to see you." He said offering a hand. "Have you read yourself in?"
Kirk shook it firmly. "Yes sir. Thank you. And you sir. Any parting words of wisdom to the new commander?"
"Parting words...hmm....have a seat." He motioned to the bed and sat back at the desk himself. "Lydia is a good girl. Willing as the day is long, but a bit on the fragile side if you push her hard. It's going to take a while to get a feel for that. The Ennex class has some issues in the direction of durability. Listen to your crew, they know her limits. You have a good crew. They are young, as one might expect, but they are worthy of a good Skipper. I've had good reports of you Kirk. You've come a long way from that shuttle on Anaxar."
Recognition dawned. "You were the Lieutenant Commander on the Republic. I heard about that, bad business."
"I wasn't good. But yes. I was that Lieutenant Commander. I know the voyage back was short, but I saw your work, and I like what I saw. I was sorry that you were headed to the Academy for command school, and then again, glad to see you were taking it. I see you have done well."
"I do my best Captain."
"Continue to do your best Kirk and it will serve you well. Well, That pretty much covers the letter was was in the middle of witting you. It's better to give it in person in any case."
"Yes sir, I was hoping to catch you before you left, for that reason."
"Good that you did. If you will excuse me I have a reading in to attend myself, now that I have been relieved of command here. There is a packet of orders on the desk for you right here." LaSaille stood up. "Good luck with what ever and where ever they may send you."
Kirk stood and shook hands once more. "And you sir, wherever you may go as well. Good voyages, and safe return."
"Good voyages, and safe return, I like that." LsSaille fastened his jacket, donned his hat, took command of his kit bag and left the room.
Kirk looked around the small cabin now bare of any personality. Plenty of time to see to that. He had orders to read, and a ship to tour.
Transfer -- Garry Stahl, January, 2009
The timing here is two years before the start of The First Principle. Jerry did a short tour at Starfleet Command in fleet operations before getting the assignment to the Kongo. The jacket is speculation as we never saw the dress uniforms of the "Pike Era". The hat on the other hand was seen on Pike's desk in The Cage. We never saw anyone wear one. A hat straight out of Forbidden Planet. Star Trek was seen very much as "Forbidden Planet: The Series" as conceived.
"Commander James Tiberius Kirk, on this stardate you are requested and required to take command of the USS Lydia Sutherland NCC-1522 and to direct her in accordance to such orders as you are given. Signed, Admiral Fanna J Carter, Starfleet Command." Kirk folded the fancy paper orders.
"Welcome aboard Sir."
"Thank you Lieutenant Mogwar. Is Capitan LaSaille still aboard?"
"Yes sir he is in his...your quarters, packing the last of his gear."
"Good, lead the way, I can have a word with him and settle my kit before I tour the ship."
"Aye Aye sir."
The Lydia was a small ship, it didn't take long to get to the Captain's cabin. LaSaille was indeed still there, a stocky man that looked if anything younger than Kirk himself. Like himself LaSaille was in his number one His gray polished silk jacket was open and his hat was on the kit bag lying nearby. LaSaille got up from the desk he was working at as Kirk came in. "Commander Kirk, good to see you." He said offering a hand. "Have you read yourself in?"
Kirk shook it firmly. "Yes sir. Thank you. And you sir. Any parting words of wisdom to the new commander?"
"Parting words...hmm....have a seat." He motioned to the bed and sat back at the desk himself. "Lydia is a good girl. Willing as the day is long, but a bit on the fragile side if you push her hard. It's going to take a while to get a feel for that. The Ennex class has some issues in the direction of durability. Listen to your crew, they know her limits. You have a good crew. They are young, as one might expect, but they are worthy of a good Skipper. I've had good reports of you Kirk. You've come a long way from that shuttle on Anaxar."
Recognition dawned. "You were the Lieutenant Commander on the Republic. I heard about that, bad business."
"I wasn't good. But yes. I was that Lieutenant Commander. I know the voyage back was short, but I saw your work, and I like what I saw. I was sorry that you were headed to the Academy for command school, and then again, glad to see you were taking it. I see you have done well."
"I do my best Captain."
"Continue to do your best Kirk and it will serve you well. Well, That pretty much covers the letter was was in the middle of witting you. It's better to give it in person in any case."
"Yes sir, I was hoping to catch you before you left, for that reason."
"Good that you did. If you will excuse me I have a reading in to attend myself, now that I have been relieved of command here. There is a packet of orders on the desk for you right here." LaSaille stood up. "Good luck with what ever and where ever they may send you."
Kirk stood and shook hands once more. "And you sir, wherever you may go as well. Good voyages, and safe return."
"Good voyages, and safe return, I like that." LsSaille fastened his jacket, donned his hat, took command of his kit bag and left the room.
Kirk looked around the small cabin now bare of any personality. Plenty of time to see to that. He had orders to read, and a ship to tour.
Transfer -- Garry Stahl, January, 2009
The timing here is two years before the start of The First Principle. Jerry did a short tour at Starfleet Command in fleet operations before getting the assignment to the Kongo. The jacket is speculation as we never saw the dress uniforms of the "Pike Era". The hat on the other hand was seen on Pike's desk in The Cage. We never saw anyone wear one. A hat straight out of Forbidden Planet. Star Trek was seen very much as "Forbidden Planet: The Series" as conceived.
-- The Innkeeper
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Planets
The fog rolls in early in the predawn, I'm not sure the meaning of local time. The rolling hills below me are bathed in bright moonlight. It is fascinating to watch the fog flow around the loom of the hills, always staying to its own level like slow motion water.
We spend too much time in space I think, we forget the drama of a world simply being a world. We call it "being in space", but really we are in our little capsules of manufactured comfort. Space itself is far too harsh for our frail lives. Planets are where we belong. So all the romance of the space ways is living in what amounts to a cozy hotel filled with high tech gadgets and strapped to a warp drive. Dangerous? Yes. There is danger. But you never feel that until it is about to swallow you. Dull little manufactured cells of comfort.
Planets are different. Even with our technology we can't tame planets. We can build space ships that are grounded and call them archologies, but the planet continues to be a planet around them. Weather batters them, earthquakes can bring them down. You can never ignore the planet. The planet always wins.
On leave I sit and watch the hills below our resort vanish into the fog. It's a nearly nightly event, I like it. I like the chaos of worlds. Surf beating itself against the rock of the shore, the drama of a thunderstorm. We see these events on class M worlds the Galaxy around. Location and conditions vary, and sometimes the backdrop is stunning. The terminator thunderstorms of El Nanth. Watching them roll in for miles from one of the upper balconies of Crystal City. The very air is electric, you can taste it. Andor and the great bergs. Ice islands the size of starships grinding and colliding, booms and groans that sound like they are from the depths of some underworld. Objects that big should not move like that. Sunrise on Vulcan's Forge. One does not think that a sunrise would have sound, but you can hear the sands expand as the heat of the sun hits them. It is said the ancient Masters of Gol found enlightenment in those sounds. In the right mood, when you are receptive, it can sound like music.
Worlds are the true treasures. Nebulae are only beautiful from a distance. Inside one you are too close to make out the structure. Stars are for the most part stars. The interesting ones are far too dangerous to ever approach. Worlds are what we are made for. Clarke said it right. Space is small, only the planets are huge.
Planets -- Garry Stahl, December 2010
A Jerry LaSaille character thought noodle, no real plot here. It would fall into the leave period in the front end of Collateral Damage.
The fog rolls in early in the predawn, I'm not sure the meaning of local time. The rolling hills below me are bathed in bright moonlight. It is fascinating to watch the fog flow around the loom of the hills, always staying to its own level like slow motion water.
We spend too much time in space I think, we forget the drama of a world simply being a world. We call it "being in space", but really we are in our little capsules of manufactured comfort. Space itself is far too harsh for our frail lives. Planets are where we belong. So all the romance of the space ways is living in what amounts to a cozy hotel filled with high tech gadgets and strapped to a warp drive. Dangerous? Yes. There is danger. But you never feel that until it is about to swallow you. Dull little manufactured cells of comfort.
Planets are different. Even with our technology we can't tame planets. We can build space ships that are grounded and call them archologies, but the planet continues to be a planet around them. Weather batters them, earthquakes can bring them down. You can never ignore the planet. The planet always wins.
On leave I sit and watch the hills below our resort vanish into the fog. It's a nearly nightly event, I like it. I like the chaos of worlds. Surf beating itself against the rock of the shore, the drama of a thunderstorm. We see these events on class M worlds the Galaxy around. Location and conditions vary, and sometimes the backdrop is stunning. The terminator thunderstorms of El Nanth. Watching them roll in for miles from one of the upper balconies of Crystal City. The very air is electric, you can taste it. Andor and the great bergs. Ice islands the size of starships grinding and colliding, booms and groans that sound like they are from the depths of some underworld. Objects that big should not move like that. Sunrise on Vulcan's Forge. One does not think that a sunrise would have sound, but you can hear the sands expand as the heat of the sun hits them. It is said the ancient Masters of Gol found enlightenment in those sounds. In the right mood, when you are receptive, it can sound like music.
Worlds are the true treasures. Nebulae are only beautiful from a distance. Inside one you are too close to make out the structure. Stars are for the most part stars. The interesting ones are far too dangerous to ever approach. Worlds are what we are made for. Clarke said it right. Space is small, only the planets are huge.
Planets -- Garry Stahl, December 2010
A Jerry LaSaille character thought noodle, no real plot here. It would fall into the leave period in the front end of Collateral Damage.
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Crisis Mode
Commander LaSaille slid into the command chair as the Lydia Sutherland howled around him. He looked the question at his helmswoman.
"Warp 6.1 Skipper."
He turned to the Engineering station. "How long can we hold it?"
Lt Fred Washington shook his head. "I don't know Skipper, we are on the red line now."
"Back off to Warp 6."
Glenda Howle looked back from the helm, we might not make it in time."
"And if we blow the drives we won't make it at all." Jerry softened his look. "I know lives are on the line. But we don't improve it becoming an emergency ourselves. Mr Tarik?"
"The Vulcan looked up from the communications board. "They are still with us Commander. Efforts to repair life support so far are fruitless."
Jerry's face brightened. "Patch me in Mr Tarik. "Flaness Dream, can you read me. This is Commander LaSaillie of the Lydia Sutherland."
"Yes sir we read you." came the faint voice on the speakers.
"Do you have lifeboats?"
"Yes sir, not enough for everyone however."
"Break into your life boats. Use their CO2 scrubber supplies and run their life support with the hatches open. It won't solve the problem but you will lose slower. We are making best time, eta..."
"Nine hours sir."
"Nine hours, will that hold you out?"
There was along pause. "Yes sir that should make the difference."
Jerry fell back into his chair, finally breathing. Mr. Tarik keep the line open. Not enough life boats. Where have a heard that before? I think an inquiry is in order one the crisis is over."
Crisis Mode -- Garry Stahl, September 2013
It's something. I'm just trying to get the writing gears greased again. First thing I've done on the Lydia Sutherland however.
Commander LaSaille slid into the command chair as the Lydia Sutherland howled around him. He looked the question at his helmswoman.
"Warp 6.1 Skipper."
He turned to the Engineering station. "How long can we hold it?"
Lt Fred Washington shook his head. "I don't know Skipper, we are on the red line now."
"Back off to Warp 6."
Glenda Howle looked back from the helm, we might not make it in time."
"And if we blow the drives we won't make it at all." Jerry softened his look. "I know lives are on the line. But we don't improve it becoming an emergency ourselves. Mr Tarik?"
"The Vulcan looked up from the communications board. "They are still with us Commander. Efforts to repair life support so far are fruitless."
Jerry's face brightened. "Patch me in Mr Tarik. "Flaness Dream, can you read me. This is Commander LaSaillie of the Lydia Sutherland."
"Yes sir we read you." came the faint voice on the speakers.
"Do you have lifeboats?"
"Yes sir, not enough for everyone however."
"Break into your life boats. Use their CO2 scrubber supplies and run their life support with the hatches open. It won't solve the problem but you will lose slower. We are making best time, eta..."
"Nine hours sir."
"Nine hours, will that hold you out?"
There was along pause. "Yes sir that should make the difference."
Jerry fell back into his chair, finally breathing. Mr. Tarik keep the line open. Not enough life boats. Where have a heard that before? I think an inquiry is in order one the crisis is over."
Crisis Mode -- Garry Stahl, September 2013
It's something. I'm just trying to get the writing gears greased again. First thing I've done on the Lydia Sutherland however.
-- The Innkeeper
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The Bet
Jerry carefully placed the copper cap over the steel nipple. The mutter of the small crowd gathered was slightly distracting. He pulled the hammer back to full cock and lifted the heavy rifled musket to his shoulder. Silence fell over the observers as he drew a bead on the unfortunate plank at the end of the field.
Kapow! A corner of the plank flew apart as the shot echoed off the Barns. There was a smattering of applause at the historical event. Jerry grinned from ear to ear. "I've always wanted to do that. Thanks Ian."
"It was a pleasure Captain, but ye need to be thankin' Lt Masterson. He did the work."
"Excellent work Mr Masterson. It has been a hotly debated question for nearly two hundred years as to whether this gun could be fired. Thanks to you, we have an answer."
"I was an honor to work on it Captain."
"Well I'd better clean it out before I hang it back up." Captain LaSaille tuned to the crowd at large. "Party down people."
Giles Masterson turned back to his lover Candy Meyers. "Pay up."
The Bet -- Garry Stahl, March 2005
A really short short. Something from Jerry's "Kongo" era.
Jerry carefully placed the copper cap over the steel nipple. The mutter of the small crowd gathered was slightly distracting. He pulled the hammer back to full cock and lifted the heavy rifled musket to his shoulder. Silence fell over the observers as he drew a bead on the unfortunate plank at the end of the field.
Kapow! A corner of the plank flew apart as the shot echoed off the Barns. There was a smattering of applause at the historical event. Jerry grinned from ear to ear. "I've always wanted to do that. Thanks Ian."
"It was a pleasure Captain, but ye need to be thankin' Lt Masterson. He did the work."
"Excellent work Mr Masterson. It has been a hotly debated question for nearly two hundred years as to whether this gun could be fired. Thanks to you, we have an answer."
"I was an honor to work on it Captain."
"Well I'd better clean it out before I hang it back up." Captain LaSaille tuned to the crowd at large. "Party down people."
Giles Masterson turned back to his lover Candy Meyers. "Pay up."
The Bet -- Garry Stahl, March 2005
A really short short. Something from Jerry's "Kongo" era.
-- The Innkeeper
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Re: LaSaille Shorts
Heavily Riffed Musket?
Did you mean Rifled?
Did you mean Rifled?