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Lower Decks – Western
The Federation might have been more developed in the later part of the 24th Century, but even so, there were still areas that were akin to the American West 500 years earlier. Places where California class starships were frequently sent.
Starbase 80 was certainly not alone in being neglected when it came to upgrades. It had simply built up it’s reputation over time. The area in question was nearby, far from where the Dominion had threatened.
USS Cerritos NCC 75567 dropped out of warp in an otherwise unremarkable star system less than 5 light years from that much maligned starbase.
“Report,” Captain Carol Freeman ordered.
“Nothing out of the ordinary,” Lieutenant Shax reporterd.
“Bring up the information,” Freeman ordered.
Cerritos approached the M-class planet in the system and established a standard orbit. The Federation colony of New Arizona had been established in the late 2260s, based upon an idealized version of the Post-Civil War American West, without the displacement of those that had inhabited the region before them, nor the social disparities amongst the settlers. Even so, new problems had emerged, including some that reflected the problems faced by their ancestors.
“Hail the Chief Sherrif,” Freeman ordered.
“Aye, Captain,” Shax acknowledged.
“This is Captain Carol Freeman of the USS Cerritos to the Chief Sherrif of New Preoria.”
“Cerritos, I have been expecting you. There are some problems that you can help solve down here.”
“What sort of problems?” Freeman asked.
“It would be best if someone would beam down.”
“Understood.”
It was barely ten minutes later when a team lead by Lieutenant Beckett Mariner materialized on the platform of New Preoria’s main train station. She immediately realized that the architecture of the station resembled those of 19th Century America, although she knew that the rails serving the station were maglev. She lead the team out of the station towards the Chief Sheriff's office next door.
“Lieutenant Beckett Mariner to see Chief Sheriff Jones.”
“He is expecting you,” the secretary said.
“Welcome!” the Chief Sheriff said.
“So, what is this situation that you couldn’t explain to my Captain earlier?”
“There is the usual jobs Starfleet engineers do regarding our infrastructure,” Jones said.
“Yes…” Mariner said impatiently.
“And we’re also having trouble with highwaymen?”
“You mean, pirates?”
“No, Lieutenant. They’re operating from somewhere on the land surface, not in space or from our oceans,” the Chief Sheriff said.
Mariner rolled her eyes. “Highwaymen. Got it.”
“And my deputies, while capable, can’t catch them. We need Starfleet assistance.”
“Like calling in the Marshals in the old days.”
“Too true,” Jones said with a self-depreciating smile.”
The Federation might have been more developed in the later part of the 24th Century, but even so, there were still areas that were akin to the American West 500 years earlier. Places where California class starships were frequently sent.
Starbase 80 was certainly not alone in being neglected when it came to upgrades. It had simply built up it’s reputation over time. The area in question was nearby, far from where the Dominion had threatened.
USS Cerritos NCC 75567 dropped out of warp in an otherwise unremarkable star system less than 5 light years from that much maligned starbase.
“Report,” Captain Carol Freeman ordered.
“Nothing out of the ordinary,” Lieutenant Shax reporterd.
“Bring up the information,” Freeman ordered.
Cerritos approached the M-class planet in the system and established a standard orbit. The Federation colony of New Arizona had been established in the late 2260s, based upon an idealized version of the Post-Civil War American West, without the displacement of those that had inhabited the region before them, nor the social disparities amongst the settlers. Even so, new problems had emerged, including some that reflected the problems faced by their ancestors.
“Hail the Chief Sherrif,” Freeman ordered.
“Aye, Captain,” Shax acknowledged.
“This is Captain Carol Freeman of the USS Cerritos to the Chief Sherrif of New Preoria.”
“Cerritos, I have been expecting you. There are some problems that you can help solve down here.”
“What sort of problems?” Freeman asked.
“It would be best if someone would beam down.”
“Understood.”
It was barely ten minutes later when a team lead by Lieutenant Beckett Mariner materialized on the platform of New Preoria’s main train station. She immediately realized that the architecture of the station resembled those of 19th Century America, although she knew that the rails serving the station were maglev. She lead the team out of the station towards the Chief Sheriff's office next door.
“Lieutenant Beckett Mariner to see Chief Sheriff Jones.”
“He is expecting you,” the secretary said.
“Welcome!” the Chief Sheriff said.
“So, what is this situation that you couldn’t explain to my Captain earlier?”
“There is the usual jobs Starfleet engineers do regarding our infrastructure,” Jones said.
“Yes…” Mariner said impatiently.
“And we’re also having trouble with highwaymen?”
“You mean, pirates?”
“No, Lieutenant. They’re operating from somewhere on the land surface, not in space or from our oceans,” the Chief Sheriff said.
Mariner rolled her eyes. “Highwaymen. Got it.”
“And my deputies, while capable, can’t catch them. We need Starfleet assistance.”
“Like calling in the Marshals in the old days.”
“Too true,” Jones said with a self-depreciating smile.”
On An Alien Beach - Part 1
Jan. 6th, 2024 05:42 pmStar Trek: Lower Decks – On an Alien Beach
Shore Leave on a Second Contact Planet... Cerritos had remained in orbit of Palanarea after the official Second Contact procedures had been completed at the behest of the Planetary League, the confederation that loosely united the world’s nations.
Boimler and Tendi looked around them as they came onto the beach. “I wonder if this would be like a beach on Earth?” the latter asked excitedly.
“Probably.”
“Almost certainly!”
“Only one way to find out,” Boimler said.
“Of course!”
Tendi then crouched down and ran her hands through the sand. She giggled.
Boimler smiled.
Mariner arrived on the beach and saw Tendi building a sandcastle. ‘Of course!’ she thought. She knew that Tendi wanted to experience sand that wasn’t like the sand on Orion. “What’s up?” she asked.
“I’m making an epic sandcastle,” Tendi proclaimed.
“Oh that’s great,” Mariner said with sarcasm. While Tendi was excited, Mariner knew that she would find that boring.
“I’m trying to relax,” Boimler said, “Before you inevitably draw me into some adventure.”
“You know me too well,” Mariner commented. She then noticed someone else arriving. “T’Lyn! Join us.”
“Greetings,” the Vulcan officer said.
“What are you doing?” Mariner asked.
“Observing my friends on this beach,” T’Lyn answered.
“What else?” Boimler asked rhetorically.
“Where’s Rutherford?” Mariner asked Tendi.
“I’m not sure,” Tendi answered as she tried to steady a precarious wall. “I think Billups had him doing something.”
“Right.”
T’Lyn looked at Tendi’s construction. She had to admit it was quite good for an admitted beginner. “Are you sure you haven’t done anything like this before?” she asked.
“No,” Tendi admitted. “Not even on a holodeck!”
As illogical as it seemed. Tendi had a point. Even with the dramatic improvements over the past two decades, Holodeck experiences were still a pale imitation of the real thing. “Of course.”
Mariner then came up to her. “Want to go for a swim?” she asked.
“That’s an illogical request,” T’Lyn responded.
“Why?” Mariner asked.
“You would recall that Vulcan is a desert world.”
“Oh.”
“The Vulcan fleet also doesn’t train its officers for aquatic duties,” T’Lyn added.
“Sorry, I didn’t know.”
“Apology accepted.”
“But maybe it’s not too late to learn?” Mariner asked.
“Maybe not, but socializing on the beach is what I came down to do.”
“Sure.”
Boimler had overhead T’Lyn and Mariner’s conversation. It was too bad. He wanted T’Lyn to join in, if only to help tone down Mariner’s competitiveness. ‘Oh boy!’
T’Lyn sat near where Tendi was building her sandcastle. It was already quite large.
A few more officers came along. “Barnes?” Boimler asked.
“Hi, Boimler,” Barnes said. “I thought I would join you lot.”
“Really?” Boimler asked with a smile.
Barnes nodded.
“Can you swim?” Boimler asked quietly, hoping that T’Lyn wouldn’t hear. (Though one always underestimated Vulcan hearing.)
“Of course,” Barnes answered at a similar volume. “Trill has similar coastal regions to Earth. I even brought my surfboard.”
“Surfboard?” Boimler asked.
“Yes. Surfing came to Trill late last century,” Barnes answered. “Our oceans may be purple, but they work the same as Earth’s.”
“Sounds good,” Boimler said.
“So, surfing,” Mariner said as she came up to them.
“It’s quite exciting,” Barnes said.
“You don’t have to tell me that,” Mariner said.
T’Lyn looked out to sea. The waves were getting bigger. She turned to Tendi. “I believe the tide is coming in,” she said.
“Don’t worry. I have planned for that,” Tendi responded as she placed several shells as re-inforcement.”
“I see.”
Shore Leave on a Second Contact Planet... Cerritos had remained in orbit of Palanarea after the official Second Contact procedures had been completed at the behest of the Planetary League, the confederation that loosely united the world’s nations.
Boimler and Tendi looked around them as they came onto the beach. “I wonder if this would be like a beach on Earth?” the latter asked excitedly.
“Probably.”
“Almost certainly!”
“Only one way to find out,” Boimler said.
“Of course!”
Tendi then crouched down and ran her hands through the sand. She giggled.
Boimler smiled.
Mariner arrived on the beach and saw Tendi building a sandcastle. ‘Of course!’ she thought. She knew that Tendi wanted to experience sand that wasn’t like the sand on Orion. “What’s up?” she asked.
“I’m making an epic sandcastle,” Tendi proclaimed.
“Oh that’s great,” Mariner said with sarcasm. While Tendi was excited, Mariner knew that she would find that boring.
“I’m trying to relax,” Boimler said, “Before you inevitably draw me into some adventure.”
“You know me too well,” Mariner commented. She then noticed someone else arriving. “T’Lyn! Join us.”
“Greetings,” the Vulcan officer said.
“What are you doing?” Mariner asked.
“Observing my friends on this beach,” T’Lyn answered.
“What else?” Boimler asked rhetorically.
“Where’s Rutherford?” Mariner asked Tendi.
“I’m not sure,” Tendi answered as she tried to steady a precarious wall. “I think Billups had him doing something.”
“Right.”
T’Lyn looked at Tendi’s construction. She had to admit it was quite good for an admitted beginner. “Are you sure you haven’t done anything like this before?” she asked.
“No,” Tendi admitted. “Not even on a holodeck!”
As illogical as it seemed. Tendi had a point. Even with the dramatic improvements over the past two decades, Holodeck experiences were still a pale imitation of the real thing. “Of course.”
Mariner then came up to her. “Want to go for a swim?” she asked.
“That’s an illogical request,” T’Lyn responded.
“Why?” Mariner asked.
“You would recall that Vulcan is a desert world.”
“Oh.”
“The Vulcan fleet also doesn’t train its officers for aquatic duties,” T’Lyn added.
“Sorry, I didn’t know.”
“Apology accepted.”
“But maybe it’s not too late to learn?” Mariner asked.
“Maybe not, but socializing on the beach is what I came down to do.”
“Sure.”
Boimler had overhead T’Lyn and Mariner’s conversation. It was too bad. He wanted T’Lyn to join in, if only to help tone down Mariner’s competitiveness. ‘Oh boy!’
T’Lyn sat near where Tendi was building her sandcastle. It was already quite large.
A few more officers came along. “Barnes?” Boimler asked.
“Hi, Boimler,” Barnes said. “I thought I would join you lot.”
“Really?” Boimler asked with a smile.
Barnes nodded.
“Can you swim?” Boimler asked quietly, hoping that T’Lyn wouldn’t hear. (Though one always underestimated Vulcan hearing.)
“Of course,” Barnes answered at a similar volume. “Trill has similar coastal regions to Earth. I even brought my surfboard.”
“Surfboard?” Boimler asked.
“Yes. Surfing came to Trill late last century,” Barnes answered. “Our oceans may be purple, but they work the same as Earth’s.”
“Sounds good,” Boimler said.
“So, surfing,” Mariner said as she came up to them.
“It’s quite exciting,” Barnes said.
“You don’t have to tell me that,” Mariner said.
T’Lyn looked out to sea. The waves were getting bigger. She turned to Tendi. “I believe the tide is coming in,” she said.
“Don’t worry. I have planned for that,” Tendi responded as she placed several shells as re-inforcement.”
“I see.”
26th November 2023 Writings
Nov. 27th, 2023 06:51 pm( 26th )
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An Aquatic Second Contact - Part 3
Mar. 14th, 2023 08:17 pmT’Lyn watched Mariner leave. “She didn’t waste time.”
“So?” Tendi asked.
“She wanted to get out of here.”
“That’s true.”
T’Lyn turned back to the screen. “Now, these seas have been heavily settled for centuries…”
Boimler was curious about the planet, but he had to wait until the end of his shift. He was also concerned about the report of the rogue Klingons. “What do you think is going to happen?” he asked Barnes.
“I’m not sure. Hopefully they won’t want to fight with the Che’Ta here,” Barnes responded. She looked at her board. “The probes haven’t found anything yet, but most of them are still moving to their positions.”
Eali Toromi Station
Having changed into a wetsuit uniform, Mariner entered the station. She found an assistant and raft waiting.
“Please step onto the raft,” assistant said.
“Don’t worry. I can swim,” Mariner said as she took out a pair of goggles.
“You don’t need to,” the assistant objected.
“But I want to,” Mariner said as she put on the goggles. She then dived from the airlock into the water.
( As soon as she dived into the water... )
“So?” Tendi asked.
“She wanted to get out of here.”
“That’s true.”
T’Lyn turned back to the screen. “Now, these seas have been heavily settled for centuries…”
Boimler was curious about the planet, but he had to wait until the end of his shift. He was also concerned about the report of the rogue Klingons. “What do you think is going to happen?” he asked Barnes.
“I’m not sure. Hopefully they won’t want to fight with the Che’Ta here,” Barnes responded. She looked at her board. “The probes haven’t found anything yet, but most of them are still moving to their positions.”
Eali Toromi Station
Having changed into a wetsuit uniform, Mariner entered the station. She found an assistant and raft waiting.
“Please step onto the raft,” assistant said.
“Don’t worry. I can swim,” Mariner said as she took out a pair of goggles.
“You don’t need to,” the assistant objected.
“But I want to,” Mariner said as she put on the goggles. She then dived from the airlock into the water.
( As soon as she dived into the water... )
An Aquatic Second Contact - Part 1
Feb. 21st, 2023 08:39 pmUSS Cerritos
Mariner entered the room to see Tendi and T’Lyn in the midst of a discussion.
“…I disagree that there isn’t any purely terrestrial life forms on any of the islands,” T’Lyn said.
“But I don’t think there would be any,” Tendi said. “Most of those islands are just atolls.”
“But those that aren’t atolls?” T’Lyn asked.
“Are rather small,” Tendi responded. “With an average size of two square kilometres.”
“You have a point there,” T’Lyn said. “But the largest island is approximately seven square kilometres. I would think that would be a sufficiently large surface area.”
“But that island is one of the most industrialised,” Tendi said.
“That’s true, but even extinct examples of purely terrestrial life would still count.”
Mariner cleared her throat.
“Hi Mariner,” Tendi said.
“Greetings,” T’Lyn added. Mariner could tell there was some annoyance at the interruption.
“That discussion was interesting, but we’re not here for a survey, just laying the groundwork for future surveys,” Mariner said.
“Not entirely true,” T’Lyn said. “We will be surveying some of the shallower seas around their main settlements.”
“That’s great!” Mariner said. “But you do know what I have done in the past.”
“I thought you were turning over a new leaf?” Tendi asked.
“With the support of the Captain and Commander Ransom, rather than going behind their backs.”
“And that is what you did in the past?” T’Lyn asked.
“You have heard of my reputation, right?”
“I have, and I can see why someone would do that, given that I had done some similar things in the past,” T’Lyn admitted.
“Really?” Tendi asked.
T’Lyn nodded.
“The events of the past year have changed me. I’m no longer the headstrong and insubordinate officer I was.”
“That’s a long story,” Tendi said to T’Lyn’s look.
“Let’s get to work,” Mariner said as she put her PADD on the table.
“Of course,” Tendi said.
( Eali Toromi Station )
Mariner entered the room to see Tendi and T’Lyn in the midst of a discussion.
“…I disagree that there isn’t any purely terrestrial life forms on any of the islands,” T’Lyn said.
“But I don’t think there would be any,” Tendi said. “Most of those islands are just atolls.”
“But those that aren’t atolls?” T’Lyn asked.
“Are rather small,” Tendi responded. “With an average size of two square kilometres.”
“You have a point there,” T’Lyn said. “But the largest island is approximately seven square kilometres. I would think that would be a sufficiently large surface area.”
“But that island is one of the most industrialised,” Tendi said.
“That’s true, but even extinct examples of purely terrestrial life would still count.”
Mariner cleared her throat.
“Hi Mariner,” Tendi said.
“Greetings,” T’Lyn added. Mariner could tell there was some annoyance at the interruption.
“That discussion was interesting, but we’re not here for a survey, just laying the groundwork for future surveys,” Mariner said.
“Not entirely true,” T’Lyn said. “We will be surveying some of the shallower seas around their main settlements.”
“That’s great!” Mariner said. “But you do know what I have done in the past.”
“I thought you were turning over a new leaf?” Tendi asked.
“With the support of the Captain and Commander Ransom, rather than going behind their backs.”
“And that is what you did in the past?” T’Lyn asked.
“You have heard of my reputation, right?”
“I have, and I can see why someone would do that, given that I had done some similar things in the past,” T’Lyn admitted.
“Really?” Tendi asked.
T’Lyn nodded.
“The events of the past year have changed me. I’m no longer the headstrong and insubordinate officer I was.”
“That’s a long story,” Tendi said to T’Lyn’s look.
“Let’s get to work,” Mariner said as she put her PADD on the table.
“Of course,” Tendi said.
( Eali Toromi Station )
An Aquatic Second Contact - Part 1
Jan. 31st, 2023 08:04 pmLower Decks - An Aquatic Second Contact
USS Cerritos NCC 75567
“Captain’s Log Stardate 59063.3. The Cerritos has completed repairs after the Battle against Buenamigo’s Folly. We’re now on route to the Theta Aquarii System, home to a recently first contacted species, close to Klingon Space. We hope to get back into a routine of professionalism.”
Captain Carol Freeman reflected that she and her crew were lucky to have got out of the situation with the Aledo with the Cerritos more or less intact. She emerged onto the Bridge. “Time to system?” she asked.
“Two hours, 47 minutes,” Commander Ransom reported.
T’Lyn entered the conference room and saw that she was the first there. That was good. It meant that she had time to look over her notes again, and ensure that they were clear and concise. “Personal Log. Cerritos has entered the Theta Aquarii System, containing an M-Class Planet that may be considered the opposite of Vulcan as it’s surface is almost entirely covered in Ocean. The humanoids are…” She was interrupted as the door opened, admitting her colleague, D’Vana Tendi.
“T’Lyn!” Tendi called out. “This is exciting!” she added while throwing her hands about.
“That isn’t a word I would use,” T’Lyn retorted. “’Intriguing’ would be more appropriate.”
“I suppose you could say that. But I would say interesting and another Vulcan would say ‘fascinating’…”
T’Lyn rolled her eyes. Tendi’s rambling was, distracting, at the best of times. “You interrupted my log entry.”
“Oh, sorry. You can continue.”
She pressed resume on the PADD. “The humanoids are aquatic, resembling the Merfolk of ancient Human myths and legends. They live mostly in the water, with the various islands given over to what industry cannot be conducted under the waves. Upon arrival Cerritos will conduct the usual Second Contact procedures, while Ensign Tendi and I will assist with the addition of their biological knowledge of their planet, along with their astronomical knowledge of their system, to that of the Federation, as a basis point for future dual surveys.” She paused.
“Log complete.”
“That’s not all we’ll be doing,” Tendi said.
“Certainly not.”
( D'Vana Tedi looked out of the window... )
USS Cerritos NCC 75567
“Captain’s Log Stardate 59063.3. The Cerritos has completed repairs after the Battle against Buenamigo’s Folly. We’re now on route to the Theta Aquarii System, home to a recently first contacted species, close to Klingon Space. We hope to get back into a routine of professionalism.”
Captain Carol Freeman reflected that she and her crew were lucky to have got out of the situation with the Aledo with the Cerritos more or less intact. She emerged onto the Bridge. “Time to system?” she asked.
“Two hours, 47 minutes,” Commander Ransom reported.
T’Lyn entered the conference room and saw that she was the first there. That was good. It meant that she had time to look over her notes again, and ensure that they were clear and concise. “Personal Log. Cerritos has entered the Theta Aquarii System, containing an M-Class Planet that may be considered the opposite of Vulcan as it’s surface is almost entirely covered in Ocean. The humanoids are…” She was interrupted as the door opened, admitting her colleague, D’Vana Tendi.
“T’Lyn!” Tendi called out. “This is exciting!” she added while throwing her hands about.
“That isn’t a word I would use,” T’Lyn retorted. “’Intriguing’ would be more appropriate.”
“I suppose you could say that. But I would say interesting and another Vulcan would say ‘fascinating’…”
T’Lyn rolled her eyes. Tendi’s rambling was, distracting, at the best of times. “You interrupted my log entry.”
“Oh, sorry. You can continue.”
She pressed resume on the PADD. “The humanoids are aquatic, resembling the Merfolk of ancient Human myths and legends. They live mostly in the water, with the various islands given over to what industry cannot be conducted under the waves. Upon arrival Cerritos will conduct the usual Second Contact procedures, while Ensign Tendi and I will assist with the addition of their biological knowledge of their planet, along with their astronomical knowledge of their system, to that of the Federation, as a basis point for future dual surveys.” She paused.
“Log complete.”
“That’s not all we’ll be doing,” Tendi said.
“Certainly not.”
( D'Vana Tedi looked out of the window... )
16th January 2023 Writings
Jan. 17th, 2023 08:59 pm16th
Excerpt from: Artifact in Lawndale
“Quinn Morgendorffer,” the one with the long red hair said.
“Stacy Rowe,” the one with the brown hair in braids said nervously.
“And you are?” Quinn asked.
“Agent Myka Bering. We're here to ask about the incident earlier today.”
Quinn thought about it for a moment. She wasn't sure that she could trust this Agent Myka Bering, or whether she should call her mother first. “Can I call someone?”
“You mean, a lawyer?” Myka asked. “It's not that sort of issue.”
“It's my Mom, she's a lawyer,” Quinn said.
“You can call her,” Myka said.
“Myka?” Pete asked.
“I'm sure her mother would agree, Pete.”
“It's Quinn, Helen,” Marianne said.
Words: 110
Excerpt from: An Aquatic First Contact
But they weren’t going to it now. Not on her watch! “That won’t happen!” she declared.
“Good to hear,” Ma’ah said. “But how could you help?”
“Maybe some sort of strategy that you could come up with?” Ma’ah asked.
Words: 39
Excerpt from: Berk in Time
“If they’re that big…” Spitelout mused.
“Who knows what they make,” Hiccup said.
“You feel some kind of thrumming?” Snotlout asked.
“I do,” Hiccup answered. “There may be someone here, operating one of the forges.”
Spitelout drew his sword! “I’ll be ready.”
“We don’t want to antagonize him,” Hiccup said as the Jorgensons both charged off. “Of course!”
Back on deck, Fishlegs was thinking. “Obviously there are more dragons on board.”
“Over here!” Astrid said. “A nest!”
Fishlegs walked over. “Those look like Zippleback eggs.”
“Zippleback?” Nefertiti asked.
“Our dragon,” Ruffnut explained, pointing to Barf and Belch.
“I see,” Nefertiti said.
Words: 101
Excerpt from: A Night at Crewe Neck
“Daria! I’m glad you made it!” She exclaimed. She saw Daria wince a little. ‘Oops!’ she thought. It seemed that Daria was oversensitive to the higher tones in her voice.
“Yes, although there are a lot of people,” Daria said.
“Yes! Most of the Sophomore and Junior classes are here!”
“Including my sister,” Daria commented,
“Has she caused trouble?” Brittany asked as she twirled a pigtail.
“In the past,” Daria answered. “However, she has turned over a new leaf, so to speak.”
Words: 82
Total: 332
Excerpt from: Artifact in Lawndale
“Quinn Morgendorffer,” the one with the long red hair said.
“Stacy Rowe,” the one with the brown hair in braids said nervously.
“And you are?” Quinn asked.
“Agent Myka Bering. We're here to ask about the incident earlier today.”
Quinn thought about it for a moment. She wasn't sure that she could trust this Agent Myka Bering, or whether she should call her mother first. “Can I call someone?”
“You mean, a lawyer?” Myka asked. “It's not that sort of issue.”
“It's my Mom, she's a lawyer,” Quinn said.
“You can call her,” Myka said.
“Myka?” Pete asked.
“I'm sure her mother would agree, Pete.”
“It's Quinn, Helen,” Marianne said.
Words: 110
Excerpt from: An Aquatic First Contact
But they weren’t going to it now. Not on her watch! “That won’t happen!” she declared.
“Good to hear,” Ma’ah said. “But how could you help?”
“Maybe some sort of strategy that you could come up with?” Ma’ah asked.
Words: 39
Excerpt from: Berk in Time
“If they’re that big…” Spitelout mused.
“Who knows what they make,” Hiccup said.
“You feel some kind of thrumming?” Snotlout asked.
“I do,” Hiccup answered. “There may be someone here, operating one of the forges.”
Spitelout drew his sword! “I’ll be ready.”
“We don’t want to antagonize him,” Hiccup said as the Jorgensons both charged off. “Of course!”
Back on deck, Fishlegs was thinking. “Obviously there are more dragons on board.”
“Over here!” Astrid said. “A nest!”
Fishlegs walked over. “Those look like Zippleback eggs.”
“Zippleback?” Nefertiti asked.
“Our dragon,” Ruffnut explained, pointing to Barf and Belch.
“I see,” Nefertiti said.
Words: 101
Excerpt from: A Night at Crewe Neck
“Daria! I’m glad you made it!” She exclaimed. She saw Daria wince a little. ‘Oops!’ she thought. It seemed that Daria was oversensitive to the higher tones in her voice.
“Yes, although there are a lot of people,” Daria said.
“Yes! Most of the Sophomore and Junior classes are here!”
“Including my sister,” Daria commented,
“Has she caused trouble?” Brittany asked as she twirled a pigtail.
“In the past,” Daria answered. “However, she has turned over a new leaf, so to speak.”
Words: 82
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