-Foward -Chapter One: A Very Real Nightmare -Chapter Two: A Fury Unleashed -Chapter Three: The Eagle and the Robin -Chapter Four: Infinite Possibilities -Chapter Five: Captain Ross-- Friend or Foe? -Chapter Six: One Step Closer -Chapter Seven: Athos, Porthos, and Aramis -Chapter Eight: Gunplay -Chapter Nine: Reprimands -Chapter Ten: The Question Only For Love featuring Characters- -UNSF- Captain Darryl Mansel (USS Explorer) Lt. Colonel Jim Brungess Lt. Colonel Eric Meelan Lieutenant Ontavia Patterson (USS Explorer) -other- Commander Steve Maxwell (UNSF Inelligence) Marauder (GART) Anarcha (GART) and many others... |
| UNSF: Only For Love year: 2189 |
| Synopsis: On the Explorer, Lt. Cmdr. Fleury receives an invitation to go to an Engineering convention on a new theory of translight propulsion. A few days before the convention, however, he becomes sick and Lt. Patterson takes his place. Upon picking her up from the convention, Mansel and crew find her shuttle a floating hulk and her escort ship totally wrecked. Finding that Patterson is alive and missing, Mansel takes matters into his own hands...with the help of some old friends (2190). |
| Excerpt from... "Gunplay" Marauder’s HQ 21:58 SET 2189 In the trees, Mansel, Brungess, and Meelan lurked, guns at the ready. They’d managed to sneak past most the perimeter guards, downing those that proved not so easy to slip by. “It’s three versus about fifty,” Meelan commented. “That’s about sixteen and two thirds people each. Not good numbers.” “Two thirds?” Brungess asked. “How do you shoot two thirds of a person?” Meelan shrugged. “I dunno,” he confessed, straightening his tie. “Shoot them in the kneecaps, I suppose.” Mansel was paying their conversation no attention. He was focused on the quickest way to get in, get Lieutenant Patterson, and get out. This would prove difficult indeed. He took his hat off and tossed it to the side. He wouldn’t be needing that any longer. Brungess and Meelan did the same. Mansel was dressed most appropriate; he had decided to wear the traditional black and white suit, as opposed to Meelan’s earth tone browns and off-yellow. Brungess was most snappiest, in a blue shirt, black jacket, black pants, and a matching tie that made the outfit hang together. “There,” said Mansel, pointing to an open window on one side of the building. “That’s our entry point.” Brungess nodded. “Good. We pop whoever’s inside and invite ourselves in. We gotta keep this quite, like.” Meelan checked both his silencer and his flash suppressor. “I’m ready.” “Brungess nodded. “Me too.” “Alright then,” said Mansel. “Let’s go.” |