Holodeck 1

[Major Clyde Greathouse]

Making his way to the house he enters and sets down, as he looks around memory's come flooding back, he smiles at all the fun they use to have

laughing and thinking to him self "We must have been a site Me panning for Jenny Jo, Charlie nuts for Carolyn" then he laughs harder "David trying to shoe away little snot nose Beth Ann" Standing he walks to the front door "End Program" the program ends and he heads for his quarters

[Captain Shran]

The door of the counting-house was open so that the master might keep his eye upon his clerk, who in a dismal little cell was copying letters. A very small fire was in the iron hearth, but the clerk's fire was so very much smaller that it looked like one coal. Wherefore the clerk put on his white comforter, and tried to warm himself at the candle; in which effort, not being a man of a strong imagination, he failed.

The blue-skinned master twitched his antennae as took off his top hat and placed it on its hook next to his double-breasted coat. Sitting down behind the old Victorian desk he adjusted the cravat that hung down over his pristine white shirt. Unconsciously he fidgeted against the high collar as he looked down to the foreclosure papers that were on his desk.

"A merry Christmas, uncle! God save you!'' cried a cheerful voice. The young man came upon him so quickly that this was the first intimation he had of his approach.

"Bah!'' said Shran not bothering to look up, "Humbug!''

The other had so heated himself with rapid walking in the fog and frost, this nephew of the master's, that he was all in a glow. "Christmas a humbug, uncle!'' His face was ruddy and handsome; his eyes sparkled, and his breath smoked again. "You don't mean that, I am sure.''

The Andorian looked up at his nephew, "Computer, pause program..." All the action around him stopped, even the rising smoke of the coal from the stove. Everything froze, except of course for a petite woman in period dress who came stomping around the corner to confront the Starfleet lieutenant.

"Shran, what is wrong?" asked the woman, her long russet hair falling down her shoulders in curls and framing the delicate features of her face. Shran knew she was anything but delicate.

"I do apologize, Lieutenant Rogers, but..."

"Shran, I told you before," she interrupted, "call me Tiffany." She gave him one of her amused smiles that softened her hard expression. "I'm sorry. Go on."

"Lieu... Tiffany, I do not understand this Scrooge. I do not believe I can play him. We are too unalike. His disposition is not one that is a favorable one in my opinion."

"That's part of the fun," she said through a widening smile. "You need to have some theatrical range, Shran. Besides, he gets better. Trust me. This is one of my favorite stories for this time of the year. I promise you will like it."

"Well I do enjoy that there is snow outside the window." He imitated a human smile as he looked back at her.

"That's the spirit. Your doing fine. Now let's keep going." She gave him one last look before she disappeared out the door of his office.

"Computer," he mentally gripped himself, trying to get into the spirit of the character, "resume program." The action immediately started again and the other man looked at him expectantly.

"I do,'' said Shran. "Merry Christmas! What right have you to be merry? What reason have you to be merry? You're poor enough.''

"Come, then,'' returned the nephew. "What right have you to be dismal? What reason have you to be morose? You're rich enough.''

"Bah humbug," replied Shran his antennae pulling back in anger.

"Don't be cross, uncle,'' said the nephew.

"What else can I be,'' returned the Andorian, "when I live in such a world of fools as this Merry Christmas? Out upon Merry Christmas. What's Christmas time to you but a time for paying bills without money; a time for finding yourself a year older, but not an hour richer; a time for balancing your books and having every item in them through a round dozen of months presented dead against you? If I could work my will,'' said Shran indignantly, "every idiot who goes about with Merry Christmas on his lips, should be boiled with his own pudding, and buried with a stake of holly through his heart. He should!''

"Uncle!'' pleaded the nephew.

"Nephew!'' returned his blue-skinned uncle, sternly, "keep Christmas in your own way, and let me keep it in mine.''

"Keep it!'' repeated his nephew. "But you don't keep it.''

"Let me leave it alone, then,'' said Shran. "Much good may it do you! Much good it has ever done you!''

"There are many things from which I might have derived good, by which I have not profited, I dare say,'' returned the nephew. "Christmas among the rest. But I am sure I have always thought of Christmas time, when it has come round as a good time.

"It is a kind, forgiving, charitable, pleasant time. The only time I know of, in the long calendar of the year, when men and women seem by one consent to open their shut-up hearts freely, and to think of people below them as if they really were fellow-passengers to the grave, and not another race of creatures bound on other journeys. And therefore, uncle, though it has never put a scrap of gold or silver in my pocket, I believe that it has done me good, and will do me good and I say, God bless it!''

The clerk in the tank involuntarily applauded. Becoming immediately sensible of the impropriety, he poked the fire, and extinguished the last frail spark forever.

Shran's antennae perked up at the speech in a show of Andorian warmth and sympathy, but he did not break character. "Let me hear another sound from you," He directed his raised voice at his clerk, "and you'll keep your Christmas by losing your situation..."

[Dr. Robert Devoroh, MD (LT)]

he walks into the holodeck with a large black case and goes to a knee. He takes out a few chest pieces to a black suit

"computer, bring up field test program 3 with a phasor rifle... No targets, however make damage real world"

As the program materializes along with the phasor rifle he puts a chest piece on a stand... "computer begin recording..."

*acknowledged*

"this is Dr. Robert Devoroh, field testing the effectiveness of the M37 Powered Exoskeleton specifically the chest piece that has been coating with anti-phasor coating I will fire the phasor rifle at the chest piece on stun until the chest piece can no longer take anymore hits... Understandably the coating can only take so many hits until the wearer would become harmed" he sticks a thermometer under the suit to get temperature read outs and a few sensors set to tell him the effects on a humanoid as he goes... He then commences firing with the rifle, his shots are not as steady since after all he is a doctor not a marine... He was able to hit it 5 times then on the 6th a buzzer goes off indicating that a humanoid target would be stunned at that point

"as shown the armor can only take 6 until a humanoid wearer would experience being stunned, next I will set the phasor on a medium power setting which would cause phasor burns to the wearer" he sets up a fresh chest piece then sets the phasor rifle from 1 to 5 the starts firing... He was able to get off 3 shots then on the 4th the buzzer goes off once more

"as we can tell the wearer would be experiencing 3rd degree phasor burns" taps the sensor "on the 3rd shot, the wearer would experience 2nd degree phasor burns and the 2nd 1st degree burns... Now the most dangerous part of the testing... I'm going to set the phasor to a kill setting and do the final test of this armor"

he sets the phasor then places the last fresh peice of armor into position the starts firing on the second shot it's already going off "okay on the second shot the wearer would be dead" taps the sensor to get a readout "on the first shot the wearer would experience 2nd degree burns but hey... It's a lot better than being dead"

"just bear in mind the suit also has other things to increase survivability, internal comms, different vision settings... Theres of course normal, thermal then image intestification... Basically like a zoom on a telescope... If anyone sees this please let me know what you think and this is where you can find me.. Either in sick bay or you can message me here at this address" leaves a mailing address ([e-mail])

he cleans up the mess "computer, deactivate program" he then leaves the holodeck

[Dr. Robert Devoroh, MD (LT)]

This time he walks into the holodeck with a larger case and a sleek blackened helmet in his hand. He then opens the case that has several peaces to a suit most of it is like a dry suit used for scuba diving the starts looking very high-tech. He gets the suit and helmet on and presses a button on a pliable control panal on his left forearm but it can be placed on the right for left-handed individuals.... This button activates the suit as a the battery starts off with a very low hum but dies down to be silent. He stands there looking through the visor which offers excellent vision clearity.

"okay lets get this show on the road. Computer begin program: Marine Obstical Course 3-Delta"

This being a more advanced obstical course however he feels the suit should be able to take it. First he checks the vision enhancements, he presses a button on the control panel as the vision enhancement goes up to 2.5 times standard.

"not bad... not bad at all... Now for thermals"

He keeps the vision enhancement on since in the program he saw a squirrel run along and into the trees... He turns on thermals so that he can see the squirrel which shows up as verious colors for differant heat signitures.

"of course this can only work so many substances... Dont expect to look through a plate of lead or solid objects cause you wont see jack"

He deactivates the vision enhancement and the thermals and thinks to himself 'hmm what now? Ahh yes the course' He starts to run and immediantly he notices his body feels lighter on the legs and allows him to run just alittle bit faster but not much much, he leaps up the the first station and almost jumps over it cause the leg enhancements added about another foot to his normal leaping height. He grabs the rope swings across hitting a loose branch... He hears a light pop as as the fluid gets an electrical charge to the area that the branch would have peirced and it becomes more rigid so that it doesn't peirce nor harm him.

"another hit like that there and I wont be so lucky" He looks at the console to look at his phyisical dianostics since the suit has micro sensors that process physical status "okay heart rate is 150, blood pressure is 120/70... Looks like I'm running low on water... Probably since I didn't bring any... And minor damage to the suit because of that branch... All and all I'm alright... What else can I test? I guess nothing right now... Just if this ever goes into production it's made for protection but wont protect forever, it does... Like everything else have it's limitations" He takes deactivates the suit then takes it off...

"computer, end program"

[Lt Aidan McKenzie]

Once he got to the holodeck, he tapped a key on the computer interface

Computer, run a tactical program for beginners.. or cadets. Can you make it like I just entered this Star Fleet Academy I been hearing so much about?

"Affirmative" Ater a few moments. the computer would say "Program ready"

He then entered and started his lessons/training

[Lt Aidan McKenzie]

As he walked toward the holodeck, he wondered what program he could play and relax him

After a few moments, he smiled, thinking of a favorite game of his when he was back home.. he paused in that line of thinking. This is his home now. When he was back in the early 21st century, he corrected himself

After telling the computer what he wanted, he went inside to watch/play one of his favorite games

[Lieutenant Collins]

The cackling laughter split the night air as the shadowed man stood atop the large device, now exposed to the elements by the open roof of the facility. As if in response the sky was shattered by the sight of lightning and peeling roar of thunder. Under the stark flash of light the villain became clearly lit, his dark lab coat contrasting heavily with his silvery white hair. The thick goggles he wore concealed a face that was half cybernetic and half deranged. “Finally,” screamed the scientist into the pounding rain, as he held up a large crystal. “My Weather Regulator will be complete, and all of Center City, nay the world will bow before my colossal Intellect.”

The world will never bow to you, came the strong yet delicate voice of the woman tied and bound to a chair below as she stared up defiantly at the madman above her.

“Ahh, I believe you will feel quite differently, Ms. Pamela Prince. I’m so glad you could bear witness to my moment of triumph. This will be the biggest story of your news career.” He descended down the scaffolding beside the tall machine as he spoke soothingly to the captive woman.

The beautiful Pamela struggled against her bonds, but even if she did manage to escape the menacing presence of the doctor’s deadly automaton henchmen would ensure that her flight would be brief. You won’t get away with this, she said near tears. You will be stopped by…

“Novaman,” scoffed the doctor as he came to stand before her. “I left him dead at the bottom of Center City Bay, or have you forgotten.” He held up the crystal to admire its beauty as he spoke. “By now he has become food for the bottom-feeders.”

The darkness of the rain soaked room flashed to brilliance, but not from the strike of lighting. A crystalline blast of blue energy struck the doctor’s hand causing him to drop the crystal to the floor. “No!” he bellowed as he turned his attention to the open roof. “It can’t be!”

The next strike of lighting illuminated the statuesque figure now perched atop the Weather Regulator. His blue and white spandex nearly shimmered through the faint aura of energy that seemed to surround the man. Even the rain could not touch him. His face was covered by a mask the color of crimson, the same shade as the majestic cape that now flapped out behind him in the torrential winds. Over his muscular chest was the letter N contained within the symbol of a six-sided star.

The only bottom-feeder I see here is you, Dr. Disorder, said Novaman over the howling of the wind and the rain.

“No! You were dead,” replied Disorder. “I saw it with my own eyes.”

Novaman rose up into the air his body glowing with energy. Suddenly two bright flashes of energy exploded from his fists scattering the innards of the android henchmen near the demented villain. I can survive in the vacuum of space. Did you really believe a few thousand gallons of water would stop me?

“Then I will just have to use something stronger this time…” Disorder reached into his lab coat to pull out a menacing pistol. Before he could fully withdraw the weapon he roared in pain as a heeled foot connected with the side of his face. The doctor’s goggles shattered and he fell to the ground unconscious, over the crumpled and unmoving figure stood the small frame of his previously forgotten captive, Pamela Prince.

Novaman descended the rest of the way down to the ground as the small woman dusted herself off. I couldn’t take his prattling one more second, she laughed.

Novaman looked at her and took off his mask. Computer, pause program. Immediately all the action around the two stopped, the rain around them stopped suspended in the air, and even the lightning froze mid strike. Jules, that’s not how it’s supposed to go?

The other looked back at him skeptically. Marshal, I’m not some damsel in distress. I was top in my class in hand-to-hand combat training at the Academy. I don’t get why this Prince character doesn’t just squeeze out of her ropes and do away with this Disorder character, herself? Why does she have to wait for some ridiculously dressed… mega hero to come save her.

The term is superhero, and you’re not playing Lieutenant Juliet Emmett, Starfleet security officer, you’re playing Pamela Prince, ace news reporter of Center City, USA. Your character doesn’t know hand-to-hand combat.

You would think she would learn after all the times she has had to be saved by this Novaman character.

It’s not about that. I, as Novaman, need somebody to save. To the late 20th century reader your character represented to perfect melding of a fiercely independent woman and the vulnerable maiden that every guy wanted to save.

That’s not me, said Juliet indignantly.

But that’s the fun of playing the character. Listen, I invited you to the holodeck so I could share with you something I love. I create these stories because of the outdated themes and nostalgic ideas about heroism and idealism. He gives her a sidelong smile. Besides you didn’t seem to mind playing along last night.

She smiled at him coyly. You keep up this and maybe I’ll decide that tonight I won’t be so… playful.

Now that’s diabolical…

Are you saying I’m like him? Her smile grew as she indicated the crumpled form of Dr. Disorder.

No, I think you would be a villain entirely different… I have considered writing a new story with a new villain. How do you feel about the name, Tigress?

We’ll work on it. She started walking away. Computer, Arch. The exit to the holodeck appeared and the doors opened. She looked back at Marshal. Dinner? My quarters?

He smiled and followed after her. Sure, let me just change out of my costume, first.

They walked out into the hallway. Leave it on… I’m starting to see the appeal in it. The door closed behind them and the scene dissolved into the nothingness of an empty room

[Lieutenant Collins]

It is a typical mid-morning in downtown Center City. People walk the streets as they enjoy the first hint of spring in the air. The sound of commuters mingle with the pedestrian traffic as the citizens of the metropolis go about their daily lives, but all too suddenly a new sound disrupts the usual quiet of this otherwise uneventful day. The wall of Center City First National Bank explodes outward sending a showering of plaster, dust, and bricks onto the crowded city street. Those bystanders which mere moments before were too absorbed in their routines of shopping, working, and decisions of where to have lunch now stand transfixed by the events unfolding before them.

From the newly formed hole walks an almost comical figure, dressed in a vivid orange suit and yellow tie. He wears a big plastic smile below his yellow menacing mask. His orange hair glows in the sunlight, almost as bright as the golden cane he has clutched in one hand. From behind him come three more men each carrying a large sack laden down with money and valuables. Their appearance is of common street thugs but they are dressed just as colorfully as their employer. Their boss raises his cane to his mouth and flips open the top as the high-pitched noise of feed back rings throughout several city block.

Good morning to everyone here in the studio and to all you watching at home. I’d like to welcome you all back to America’s favorite new show, Just Try and Stop Me. As you may remember our previous contestant, Mr. Bob Leibovitz, did not fair so well in our last round. The smiling villain motions with his white gloved hand and one of his henchmen tosses the body of a bloody and unmoving bank security guard onto the street. The crowd gives a collective gasp at the sight. But on my show no one goes away without a lovely parting gift. He raises his cane and a long sharp sword extends from the tip.

Sorry, Game Show, a bright blue-bolt of energy rockets from the sky and pierces the ground between the villain and his soon to be victim, but you’ve just been canceled.

The brightly clad criminal instinctively takes a step back as the energy bolt impacts the ground near him. His turns his eyes upward and his smile grows. And here comes our next contestant, ladies and gentlemen. Novaman, come on down. You’re next up to try your luck. He spins his cane and points at the flying hero, a series of red lasers shoot forth and miss the costumed hero by a wide margin.

Your aim is as lousy as your dialogue, Game Show.

Fool, on my show, the puzzles are never as straightforward as they appear.

A sense of alarm suddenly fills Novaman as he looks up, but too late. A large concrete gargoyle, which previously stood on the towering skyscraper above him, is careening straight for him on a collision course with the bystanders below. Bracing it would surely mean his own end, but doing nothing less would be to allow it to plummet into the crowd below.

Without warning, the falling gargoyle is suddenly pulverized into dust and small pieces of granite that shower harmlessly down on Novaman and the crowd below. After a moment of realization, the costumed hero looks around for the source of this miracle and finds himself face to face with a dark-haired woman, her outfit low cut and skintight. Its emerald and white colors offsetting the short close cropped hair spilling out above her mask. I thought you could use some help, said the woman with a wink.

Novaman continues to stare rather awe-struck at the sight of the other hero floating a few feet away, dusting off her hands after destroying the falling rock with nothing more than a powerful punch… Major?

That’s right. I am Major Triumph, protector of all that is good and just in Center City. In a lower tone, she speaks again so that only her fellow hero can hear, What’s wrong Lieutenant? Upset you got saved by a woman?

Major, you can save me any day, says Novaman, As long as you do it wearing that. He indicates her outfit with a nod and a wink.

Another shot of red laser pierces the morning sky this time much closer to the two heroes. They return their gaze to the brightly clad villain below. More contestants are always welcome on my show to compete for fabulous prizes. Suddenly Game Show grabs a nearby woman, and presses his blade against her throat. He motions to his henchmen, Sajak, Trebek, Barker, get them!

The three henchmen move forward lofting large assault rifles as they move over the pile of rubble from the bank’s wall.

Major Kiele Christienne floating above the city in her tight spandex outfit looks over at Marshal in his own costume. I can see why you find this entertaining, Lieutenant. There is a certain simplicity to it.

Oh, if you enjoy this just wait till we get to the next part.

Major Victory cracks her knuckles. Let’s… what do the people of this time say? Let’s kick some butt. She zooms down toward the street and the armed thugs below.

Right behind you, Major… And what a behind it is. Novaman follows his fellow hero and the crowds cheer as the battle is joined.