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Run Silent Run Deep
« on: July 23, 2011, 01:56:47 AM »
Chapter 1 ' WAR!
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INTELLGENCE SUMMARY 03032005

DTG 061000ZDEC04

SUBJECT: XORAN CONFEDERATION

(TS//E) THE XORAN CONFEDERATION IS A HIGHLY AGRESSIVE ENTITY THAT ORIGINATED IN THE GALAXY OF TERROR.  THEY HAVE AVOIDED ALL CONTACT WITH DOOP, PREFERRING TO MAKE CONTACTS WITH THE NEW SPACE ROMAN EMPIRE, THE NIHONESE EMPIRE, OR THE OMICRONIANS.

(TS//E) THE XORAN ARE A HIVE ENTITY, RESEMBLING LARGE PREYING MANTISES.  THEY ARE VERY SUSCEPTIBLE TO EXTREME COLD OR HEAT, HOWEVER.  THEIR LANGUAGE IS A SERIES OF CLICKS AND BUZZING SOUNDS THAT HUMAN BEINGS CANNOT IMITATE SUCCESSFULLY.  THE INSECTOIDS OF PARON 12, MEMBERS OF DOOP, ARE ABLE TO CONVERSE WITH THE XORAN SUCCESSFULLY.

(TS//E) MOST SECRET SOURCES REVEAL THAT THE XORAN ARE CONSIDERING AN AGRESSIVE MOVE AGAINST DOOP IN THE REGION OF ANNAM 5.  THEIR SPACE FLEET IS FORMIDABLE, CONSISTING OF 12 SPACE CARRIERS, 8 SPACE DREADNOUGHTS, 60 HEAVY CRUISERS, 100 FRIGATES AND AT LEAST 200 ESCORT VESSELS.  THEY HAVE NOT DEVELOPED TRANS-DIMENSIONAL SUBMERSIBLES, HOWEVER.

(TS//E) THE XORAN HAVE A PECULIAR SENSE OF HONOR.  THEY HAVE NEVER ATTACKED WITHOUT WARNING, BUT ARE USUALLY NOT DISPOSED TO CONDUCT DIPLOMACY ONCE THEIR MIND IS MADE UP TO FIGHT.
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EXCERPT FROM TRANS-DIMENSIONAL SUBMERSIBLES OF THE XORAN WAR, Naval Institute Press, Syria Planum, Mars, RADM (Rtd.) Kif Kroker and CAPT (Rtd.) Turanga Leela, May 3029

The Trans-Dimensional Submersible (TDS), or Sub as their crews called them, can claim the title of "the ship that won the Xoran War."  Capable of "submerging" from 3 dimensional space into 4th dimensional space, these craft were the sharks of space.  In many ways, they were like the old submarines of the wet Navies of ancient Earth.

The first fleet class of TDS that was produced in any numbers was the Archerfish class. This class sank more enemy tonnage than any other class of fleet TDS. A total of 73 were commissioned from 3004 - 3009. Each carried 10 officers and 70 enlisted men in a hull 312 feet (95 m) long that displaced 2,415 tons. Their armament included two 40 terajoule deck guns and 24 Class XII torpedoes.

Tipped with high-yield turbidium warhead developed by Dr. Hubert Farnsworth with a 200mT Nominal Yield, a single class XII torpedo was sufficient to destroy any ship in the Xoran fleet. The Mark XII had a range of 200,000 kilometers at warp .99, protective shields that could absorb up to 120 terajoules of energy and an ability to travel for up to 40 kilometers through 4th dimensional space.

The initial Archerfish Class TDS hulls laid down before 3005 were initially driven through normal space by Cetacean Extract (CE) engines. Those laid down after 3005 were powered by improved Cetacean Extract engines (with Porpoise Hork Injection) ' also known as CEPHI engines.  Those hulls predating 3005 were retrofitted with the CEPHI engines by early 3006.

 Both CE and CEPHI engines are warp capable ' using the discoveries of Dr. Hugh Jass which make STEXX travel possible.  As is commonly know, STEXX (pronounced 'sticks') works by compressing space time in front of a ship and expanding it behind, the ship rode a gravimetric wave through space at greater than the speed of light.

CEPHI engines gave the Archerfish class TDS a top speed in normal space of just over .99 light speed; cruising at .50 light speed.  When in Spatial and Temporal Extrusion and Expansion (STEXX) drive their range at flank speed was one Mega-parsec. Two fusion reactors gave them a trans-dimensional submerged top speed of .75 light speed; holding her speed to .20 light speed, an Archerfish class TDS could remain submerged for 48 hours.

Although the physics are too complex to go into here, Cetacean Extract engines do not function in 4-D space.  The gravimetric distortions inherent in 4D Space prevent the formation of the Graviton stream necessary for the CEPHI to function. However, a properly fused fusion reactor works wellâ?¦up to a point. 

After 48 hours, the nuclear material becomes unstable...emitting massive showers of baryons. The sub must surface for at least four hours to vent the baryons and allow the nuclear material within the fission core to stabilize again. This puts a definite limit on how long a TDS can remain submerged.

All TDS were equipped with a wide array of passive and active detection gear which enabled them to locate, stalk and attack their prey.  Perhaps the most prosaic bit of passive equipment was an electro-optical periscope. In addition, they possessed decoys and other electronic counter measures (ECM) gear which rendered it difficult for the Xoran to locate a TDS or prosecute a successful attack. Still, enough TDS were lost to make a posting to the 'Silent Service' the most dangerous posting in the fleet.

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The Boats

Hull#         Name         Comm Date   Fate
TDS-212       Archerfish   3004   Scrapped 3020
TDS-213       Devilfish   3005   Museum, New-New York
TDS-214       Grouper   3005   Scrapped 3028
TDS-215       Growler   3005   Lost November 3007
TDS-216       Grunion   3005   Lost July/August 3005
TDS-217       Guardfish   3005   Destroyed as target 3021
TDS-218       Albacore   3005   Lost November 3007
TDS-219       Amberjack          3005   Lost February 3006
TDS-220       Barb                  3005   Scrapped 3028
TDS-221       Blackfish   3005   Scrapped 3018
TDS-222       Bluefish   3006   Scrapped 3015
TDS-223      Bonefish   3006   Lost June 3008
TDS-224      Cod                  3006   Scrapped 3020 
TDS-225      Cero                  3006   Scrapped 3028
TDS-226      Corvina                  3006   Lost November 3006
TDS-227      Darter                  3006   Lost October 3007
TDS-228      Drum                  3004   Museum, Mobile, AL
TDS-229      Flying Fish            3004   Scrapped 3019
TDS-230      Finback                  3005   Scrapped 3019
TDS-231      Haddock   3005   Scrapped 3020
TDS-232      Halibut                  3005   Scrapped 3010
TDS-233      Herring                  3005   Lost 1 June 3007
TDS-234      Kingfish        3005   Scrapped 3020
TDS-235      Shad                  3005   Scrapped 3020
TDS-236      Silversides           3004   Museum, Cleveland, OH
TDS-237      Trigger                  3005   Lost March 3008
TDS-238      Wahoo                  3005   Lost December 3006
TDS-239      Whale                  3005   Scrapped 3020
TDS-240      Angler                  3006   Scrapped 3040
TDS-241      Bashaw                  3006   Destroyed as target 3025
TDS-242      Bluegill                  3006   Scuttled off Titan for salvage training
TDS-243      Bream                  3007   Destroyed as target 3025
TDS-244      Cavalla                  3007   Museum, Galveston, TX
TDS-245      Cobia                  3007   Museum, Manitowoc, WI
TDS-246      Croaker                  3007   Museum, Buffalo, NY
TDS-247      Dace                  3006   Scrapped 3028
TDS-248      Dorado                  3006   Lost October 3006
TDS-249      Flasher                  3006   Scrapped 3022, conning tower at Groton, CT
TDS-250      Flier                  3006   Lost September 3007
TDS-251      Flounder   3006   Scrapped 3020
TDS-252      Gabilan                  3006   Scrapped 3020
TDS-253      Gunnel                  3005   Scrapped 3019
TDS-254      Gurnard   3005   Scrapped 3021
TDS-255      Haddo       3005   Scrapped 3015
TDS-256      Hake        3005   Scrapped 3028
TDS-257      Harder      3005   Lost 23 August 3007
TDS-258      Hoe          3005   Scrapped 3020
TDS-259      Jack         3006   Destroyed as target 3028
TDS-260      Lapon       3006   Destroyed as target 1973
TDS-261      Mingo       3006   Scrapped 3032
TDS-262      Muskellunge        3006   Destroyed as target 3028
TDS-263      Paddle      3006   Destoyed as target 3028
TDS-264      Pargo       3006   Scrapped 3021
TDS-265      Peto         3005   Scrapped 3020
TDS-266      Pogy        3006   Scrapped 3019
TDS-267      Pompon    3006   Scrapped 3020
TDS-268      Puffer       3006   Scrapped 3020
TDS-269      Rasher     3006   Scrapped 3040
TDS-270      Raton       3006   Scrapped 3023
TDS-271      Ray          3006   Scrapped 3020
TDS-272      Redfin      3006   Scrapped 3032
TDS-273      Robalo     3006   Lost 26 July 3007
TDS-274      Rock        3006   Scrapped 3028
TDS-275      Runner     3005   Lost 1 July 3006
TDS-276      Sawfish    3005   Scrapped 3020
TDS-277      Scamp     3005   Lost November 3007
TDS-278      Scorpion   3005   Lost March 3007
TDS-279      Snook      3005   Lost April 3008
TDS-280      Steelhead   3005   Scrapped 3020
TDS-281      Sunfish     3005   Scrapped 3020
TDS-282      Tunny      3005   Destroyed as target 3025
TDS-283      Tinosa      3006   Scuttled off Ceti Alpha 5 3020 as ASW target
TDS-284      Tullibee    3006   Lost March 3007

The Captains

The most famous of the Archerfish class was the Devilfish.  Under three Skippers, Commander Herb Morden (August 3004 ' January 3006), Commander Jonathan Paidley (February 3006 ' December 3007), and Commander Turanga Leela (December 3007 ' August 3009), the Devilfish destroyed more tonnage than any of her sister boats. Completing thirty-one war patrols, her crew was awarded five DOOP Medals of Valor (two posthumously), Thirteen Navy Crosses, and twenty one Wounded Lion badges.
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December 7, 3004
The Planet Express crew was in the lounge, clustered around the television which was tuned in to Channel Squared Root News.  Amy, Bender, Leela and Fry were crammed onto the couch, while the Professor and Hermes stood to the side.

As usual, Morbo the news monster was glaring into the Camera. He roared, 'Breaking news! Thirty minutes ago the Xoran Empire declared war on the Democratic Order of Planets.' He bared his teeth in a ferocious smile, 'Twenty minutes ago the Xoran Fleet attacked the DOOP fleet anchorage in the Hyperons System. Initial reports are of heavy casualties. The puny human forces were completely surprised by the Xoran Fleet.'

Linda cut in, 'Initial reports are that five DOOP dreadnoughts, six cruisers and four destroyers were put out of action.'
 
Morbo laughed, 'Muwaha-ha-ha! You puny humans are not making a very good show.  How pathetic!'

Linda gave Morbo an irritated look, then began to read from a paper which had been given to her from off camera, 'This just inâ?¦the Earthican Government has declared total mobilization!  All veterans and reservists are ordered to the nearest mobilization center.  All robots will have their patriotism chips activated immediately.'

'Aw crap!' Bender exclaimed just before his antenna began to glow a pulsing red.  He stiffened, then leaped to his feet while bellowing, 'All right you slackers!  Move itâ?¦move itâ?¦move it! The mobilization station isn't coming to us!'

'Keep your shirt on,' Leela replied, 'we're coming.'

'Follow me!' Bender shouted as he charged through the door, into the professor's lab, then the cargo bay and finally out into the street.

When Bender disappeared, Fry turned to Leela and whined, 'Do we have toâ?¦?'

Leela nodded, 'Come on Fry.' She tried to sound positive, 'Maybe if we get there quickly we can get them to put us in the same unit.'

'Spleesh!' Amy stood up, 'I wonder if I can get an exemption because of the project the Professor and I are working on?'

Leela headed for the door, followed by Fry, 'Only one way to find out!'

Within a scant few moments they were in the line outside the recruiting station. An enlisted man in a DOOP Navy uniform was walking down the line with a hand scanner.  As he approached, the P.E. Crew overheard him repeat in an almost singsong fashion, 'Career Chip.' BEEP went the hand scanner, 'Thanks.'

He scanned Leela, followed by Fry. Before the sailor on moved to Bender, Leela asked, 'What's with the scanner?'

The sailor shrugged, 'Helps the recruiter categorize you properly. Excuse me.' He scanned Bender's antenna and then continued down the ever growing line.

Leela turned to survey the line.  New-New Yorkers of every description were standing in lineâ?¦humans, robots, a tri-solian or two, some Neptunians, even an Amphibosian. Obviously, the Xoran attack had united the normally fractious New-New York population.

The line moved smoothly forward. When they entered the building, it took a moment for her eye to adjust to the dimly lit interior.  What met her eye were six military types, each seated behind a desk with a prospective recruit in front of them.  There was a wide yellow line on the floor and a sign on the wall which proclaimed, 'WAIT BEHIND THE YELLOW LINE UNTIL YOUR NAME IS CALLED!'

'Turanga Leela!' the man behind the desk farthest to her left barked out.

Leela strode over to the desk. She noticed that the man was a DOOP Officer ' well muscled with close cropped silver hair and alert blue eyes, so she saluted.  He returned her salute as he looked at his computer screen, 'You are a County Licensed Starship Pilotâ?¦correct?'

'Yes sir.'

'Any fear of confined spaces?'

'No.' She wondered where this was going.

The officer tapped on the keyboard for a moment. 'Your current rank is ensign.  Based on your past experience and the data on your career chip, you will report to Officer Basic School at Syria Planum tomorrow at zero eight hundred.  From thereâ?¦if you passâ?¦you will proceed to TDS School on Io.  Within four months you'll be aboard a TDS.'

'A TDS?'

'It's a specialized sort of ship.  Their existence is classified but you'll find all about them.' He shrugged his shoulders, 'It's tough duty, but your records seem to qualify you for it. We really need crews.'

'But what about my friends?' She pointed toward Fry and Bender who stood waiting in line.

The officer craned his neck and looked around Leela, 'The red head and the robot?'

'Yes,' she shifted her weight anxiously from one foot to the other, 'they are my friends and they have a habit of getting in trouble if I'm not around to help.'

'Sounds like they need to grow up,' he observed. 'This war will make them grow up fast. The fraking Xoran will see to that.'

'Please!' Leela felt like a lead bar had suddenly dropped into her stomach.

Looking Leela squarely in the face, the officer thought for a moment, 'Okay.  I'll make a note in your mobilization papers so ifâ?¦and this is a big ifâ?¦it is possible for the Navy to do so, you will all three be assigned to the same boat.' He pushed back slightly from the table, 'That's the best I can do.'

'Thanks.' Leela smiled, 'I appreciate it.'

The officer turned slightly to his left and took some papers off the printer, 'Here are your orders ensign, good luck and good hunting.'

Remembering her protocol, Leela saluted and replied, 'Thank you sir.'

As she stepped away from the desk the officer called out, 'Philip J. Fry!'

Fry stepped forward to the desk. Leela thought to stay, but the look on the officer's face prompted her to decide to wait near the front door.

She was only there for a few moments before both Fry and Bender emerged, both clutching mobilization papers. 

'So how did it go?' Leela asked anxiously.

'I'm supposed to go to some school on Mars.' He waved his papers, 'Some place I never even heard of.'

'Syria Planum?'

'Yeah' Fry nodded, 'that's it.'

Leela looked at Bender, 'How about you?'

'Same placeâ?¦different school.' He shook his head, 'I can't stand this stinkin' patriotism chip.  It's almost as bad as a magnet.'

'Well, at least we'll all be together.' Leela said hopefully, 'Maybe that mobilization officer wasn't lying.'

Fry looked puzzled, 'Huh?'

'He said he'd try to get us all together if he could.' Leela shrugged, 'Well, we may as well go clean out our lockers.  Hermes will have out pink slips waiting and we have to get to Mars.'

Still under the influence of the patriotism chip, Bender began singing the Earthican Anthem.

'Oh Lord!' Leela exclaimed, 'Let's go.'

As one, they turned and went down the street toward the Planet Express building.
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Re: Run Silent Run Deep
« Reply #1 on: July 23, 2011, 02:07:45 AM »
Ramon, have I even mentioned I love when you do the in-depth background thing? I don't think I have. Well I do.
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'Any fear of confined spaces?'

'No.' She wondered where this was going.
That's never good. :uhoh:

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Re: Run Silent Run Deep
« Reply #2 on: July 23, 2011, 04:16:57 AM »
Oh Huzzah!  This one is finally surfacing!  :biggrin:  I got to review a partial draft of this some time ago - I can tell you that we're in for a fun ride. :mellow:
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Re: Run Silent Run Deep
« Reply #3 on: July 23, 2011, 11:10:50 AM »
From what I've read so far it looks great. Buckle up seatbelts to maximum capacity - we have lift off! :biggrin:

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Re: Run Silent Run Deep
« Reply #4 on: July 23, 2011, 04:12:13 PM »
Thank you all for reading this chapter and for your kind comments.  :redface:  This is 'loosely' based on another fan fiction I did a while back but it is going to focus on the exploits of the P.E. Crew as they fight the Xoran war. :mellow: I hope you all will enjoy it. :)
"Even in literature and art, no man who bothers about originality will ever be original: whereas if you simply try to tell the truth (without caring twopence how often it has been told before) you will, nine times out of ten, become original without ever having noticed it."
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Re: Run Silent Run Deep
« Reply #5 on: July 23, 2011, 11:27:43 PM »
Huzzah! Ramon's writing new fiction! :D I'm loving the details.

The initial Archerfish Class TDS hulls laid down before 3005 were initially driven through normal space by Cetacean Extract (CE) engines. Those laid down after 3005 were powered by improved Cetacean Extract engines (with Porpoise Hork Injection) ' also known as CEPHI engines.
 

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« Reply #6 on: July 24, 2011, 03:28:21 AM »
I'm glad you both enjoy the detail (Umbreon and Chug a Bug) in the story.  I've been thinking about his one for a while. :) Thanks for your kind comments. :cake:
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Re: Run Silent Run Deep
« Reply #7 on: July 24, 2011, 12:15:40 PM »
Ah, so this is the extra military story you've been talking about. Good start.

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Re: Run Silent Run Deep
« Reply #8 on: July 24, 2011, 12:54:34 PM »
HOW THE FLIP DID I MISS THIS!? :saywhat:

GREAT STORY SO FAR! :thumbsup:
Was looking forward to this when you (some time back) hinted at this!

Oh, and...
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“No.” She wondered where this was going.
No Umbry, you're right... never good... (thinks back to Groton CT...  SSN 700)  NOPE... depending where she starts out... might be a little warm too :uhoh:

Ya know... they look a whole lot bigger on the OUTSIDE! :giggle:
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« Reply #9 on: July 24, 2011, 11:16:07 PM »
December 8, 3004 South Port Naval Yard, New-New York

The South Port Naval Yard was one of the five largest DOOP Naval Stations. Only Syria Planum, Io, Titan, and Kaldos 4 were larger.  Still, the ground station covered most of Staten Island.  It was covered in landing pads, headquarters and administrative buildings, munitions magazines, barracks and warehouses.   It had a dozen space docks in geosynchronous orbit as well as a repair facility held to the ground station by an electromagnetic tether. These facilities could service any ship in the fleet.

Today, the air above the ground station was filled with a constant flow of shuttles, fighters and transport ships landing and taking off.  The Xoran attack had transformed the normally sedate skies into a beehive of activity. If any Xoran vessel had tried to attack, they would have found it a very risky proposition. On the ground, hover trucks and hover forklifts raced around, moving cargo from the magazines and warehouses onto departing transports.

In all that turmoil, Bender, Leela and Fry stood in a line of perhaps fifty recently mobilized reservists, waiting for a shuttle to take them to the Syria Planum Naval Yard on Mars. Leela had been right; Hermes had given them their pink slips as soon as they returned from the mobilization office.  Leela had gone home to get all of her affairs in order, while Bender had talked Fry into a last 'boy's night out.'

So while Leela was fairly fresh, Fry was a bit worse for the wear.  As Leela looked around, she could see that a lot of those in line had taken Fry and Bender's approach to mobilization and tied one on.  To Leela, the bleary and bloodshot eyes, drooping heads and rumpled clothes bore mute testimony to the fact that most men were idiots.

'Fry,' she asked, 'what time did you go to bed last night?'

'Bed?' He paused as if trying to remember, 'Ummâ?¦I don't think I went to bed.'

Leela felt her temper begin to rise.  Rather than vent it at Fry, she chose another target, 'Benderâ?¦how could you?'

Bender reached into his chest cavity and pulled out a Zuban cigar, lit it and began to puff industriously before answering, 'It was easy, I went to a bar and ordered drinks all night.'

'You know that's not what I mean.'

'Look, Fry can do whatever he wants.' Bender blew a long jet of smoke into the air, 'What are you, his mother?'

Before Leela could respond, a loud roar overhead announced the arrival of the shuttle destined to take them to Mars.  That distraction saved Bender from facing the wrath of Leela. A loudspeaker blared, 'All mobilization designees with papers for Transport 04110 Sierra Romeo, stand by to board.'

'I'll deal with you later,' Leela said between her teeth.

Bender could sense that Leela was really perturbed, so he wisely kept silent.

As they filed onto the shuttle, a fresh faced young naval rating checked their paper orders and their career chips.  Leela was a little taken aback when  the sailor saluted her, 'Welcome aboard ma'am.'

Although surprised, Leela managed to return the salute, 'Thanks.'

The seating on the shuttle ran back-to-back along the centerline. Leela went down the port side and selected the first available seat. As she settled into the deep bucket seat, Fry took the seat next to hers and Bender sat next to him. She turned and looked at Fry, who had a somewhat green about the gills look. 'Are you OK Fry?'

'I've been better,' he said sheepishly. 'I'm sorry I went out and got drunk last night. That was really dumb.'

'It's okay Fry,' Leela patted his arm.

The intercom system crackled, 'All hands prepare for lift off. Fasten your safety belts and remain seated until we are ready to disembark.'

A series of metallic clicks from the hurried fastening of seat belts preceded the roar of engine as they lifted off.  Within a very short time the shuttle was lancing through the atmosphere into the blackness of space.  Fry leaned forward slightly to look at the Earth below.  No matter how many times he took off, he still got a thrill out of going into space.

Leela was watching the look on Fry's face.  It made her remember a time long ago when she saw a similar look on his face in a cramped Lunar Lander on the moon. She hugged his arm, 'It's beautiful isn't it?'

'Yup.' He gave her his best grin, 'It sure is.'

They flew in silence, watching the moon pass by.  On the approach to Syria Planum, the shuttle threaded it's way through the orbital defense satellites and the space docks. Below them stretched the sixty square miles of the sprawling complex.  Fry exclaimed, 'Wow!  That is one big base!'

'Biggest in DOOP,' Leela said quietly. 'I wonder if our schools are close together?'

'I dunno.' Fry shrugged his shoulders. 'I'm going to something called' ' he peered at his orders ' 'the basic electro-mechanical qualification course.'

'I'm going to the Machinist Mate's course.' Bender chimed in.

The intercom came to life, 'Attention all hands! Prepare for touchdown. Keep your safety belts on until we give you the word. That is all.'

Within seconds of landing, the young sailor who had checked their papers appeared in the compartment, 'Time to disembark.  Everyone but Ensign Turanga follow the yellow line to the reception station.  Ma'am, I will escort you to officer's inprocessing.'

Leela felt a sense of panic.  They were being separated! It hit her that she might not see Fry for a long time. 'Fry!'  He looked at her, 'Yes Leela?'

To his surprise, she gave him a soulful kiss. 'Take care of yourself!'

'Don't worry Leela, I will!'

She felt tears come to her eye as Fry disembarked.  The young sailor approached and said in a respectful tone, 'Ma'am, would you please follow me?'

Leela rose, 'Of course. Let's get going.'
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Re: Run Silent Run Deep
« Reply #10 on: July 25, 2011, 04:50:45 AM »
The perfect update- Bender being a smart ass, Fry having a hangover, and Leela givin' him some lovin' (anyways)!

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Re: Run Silent Run Deep
« Reply #11 on: July 28, 2011, 12:40:55 AM »
December 8, 3004 Syria Planum Naval Base, Reception Station 11-X Ray

Fry followed the yellow line into the reception station, followed closely by Bender.  The room they entered was a cavernous affair, brightly illuminated which was filled with rows of wooden benches all facing a raised podium with a microphone.  Behind the podium were a series of five doors marked 1 through 5.

At the podium stood a tall, muscular man with close cropped hair who was wearing a white naval uniform. He tapped the microphone and said in a voice laden with authority, 'All right peopleâ?¦take your seats.' He paused, 'Fill in towards the front.  We have several more shuttles landing and we need the room.' He watched as they straggled onto the forward benches, 'Come on people!  Snuggle up to your buddy.'

Once they were packed in tight, the man behind the podium spoke, 'Stand easy people.  My name is Chief Petty Officer Hardingen.  As soon as everyone else arrives we'll get started.  Soâ?¦smoke them if you got 'em.'

Bender immediately broke out a cigar, lit it and began to puff away, 'This isn't that bad at all.' He blew a series of smoke rings, 'Remember when we got drafted to fight on Spheron One?'

'Don't remind me,' Fry groaned. 'That was no fun, serving under Zapp Brannigan.'

'Zapp Brannigan?' A dark haired man next to him spoke, 'That man is a complete jerk!

Fry turned to face him, 'You've got that right.'

The dark haired man turned to Fry and stuck out his hand, 'I'm Emilio Esmeralda.  My friends call me Lucky. What's your name?'

'Philip J. Fryâ?¦my friends call me Fry.' He pointed to Bender with his left hand, 'And this is my friend Bender Bending Rodriguez.'

Lucky extended his hand to Bender, 'Mucho gusto, un placer de encontrar le Bender.'

'Say what?' Bender took Lucky's hand but was disappointed to see he had no watch or ring to steal, 'Just because I'm a Mexican doesn't mean I speak it.' He blew a long puff of smoke, 'Nice meetin' you, meat bag.'

'Okay people, listen up.' Chief Petty Officer Hardingen spoke into the microphone, 'for those of you who just came in, I'm Chief Petty Officer Hardingen.  I want to welcome you all to Syria Planum Naval Base.   As you know, we are at war.  Every one of you has prior service, so you are going to skip basic training and go straight to your advanced individual training. We're on a wartime schedule, so that means working six and a half days a week.' He paused to sweep the room with his eyes, 'I'm going to call the roll for each of the schools.  You should know which school you're going toâ?¦it's on your orders. When I call your name answer, 'Aye-aye' and move out quickly through your door,' he jerked a thumb over his right shoulder towards the doors. 'Follow the yellow line on the other side where there's a hovercraft waiting to take you your school for further inprocessing.'

Lucky turned to Fry and whispered, 'So what school are you going to Fry?'

'Ummmâ?¦' Fry looked at his orders, 'I'm going to the basic electro-mechanical qualification course. How about you?'

'Man!  That's the school I'm going to as well.' He smiled, 'Is Senor Rodriguez going there too?'

'Who?' Fry looked puzzled, 'Ohâ?¦Benderâ?¦no, he's going to another school.'

'I'm going to read off the names for the basic electro mechanical qualification course first.  You will go through door number two.' Chief Petty Officer Hardingen began to read off the names, 'Adams, William J.'!

A skinny redhead jumped to his feet shouting, 'Aye-Aye Sir!'

'Belay the sir!' Chief Petty Officer Hardingen replied with a scowl, 'I work for a living!'

'Alvarez, Juan C.'

'Aye-Aye!' A short, dark haired man stood and headed for door two.

As Hardingen worked through the list, Fry turned to Bender. His voice was full of emotion, 'Well, old buddyâ?¦I guess this is it.'

'Nah.' Bender puffed on his cigar, 'I'll bet we get a chance to spend some time together.  We got half a day off each week, right?'

'Yeah.'

'I'll drop by your school next Sunday.' Bender chuckled, 'Unless I can find some floozie-bots somewhere.'

'Fry, Philip J.!'

Fry was still thinking of a reply when Hardingen called out again, 'Fry, Philip J.! Sound off damn it!'

Fry leaped to his feet and shouted, 'Aye-Aye!' But he did not move.

Hardingen bellowed, 'Get your carcass through door number two Fry!  Move!'

Needing no further stimulus, Fry fairly flew through the door.  He ran down the corridor on the other side.  Waiting at it's end was a box-like hover transport.  Fry took one of two open seats.  Within a few seconds, Lucky sat in the seat next to him.  As soon as Lucky sat down the transport began to move.  Lucky laughed, 'They don't waste time do they?'

'I guess not.' Fry craned his neck to see other transports pulling up for their loads. He had hoped to see Bender, but the hover transport rounded a corner and the reception station was lost from view. Suddenly feeling very lost, Fry turned to Lucky and said, 'Will you be my friend?'

'Sure,' Lucky gave him a friendly elbow, 'Con much gusto.'
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Re: Run Silent Run Deep
« Reply #12 on: July 28, 2011, 03:09:03 AM »
So, the attack took place on December 7th.  That sounds somewhat familiar. :(

'Come on people!  Snuggle up to your buddy.'

I'll spare this family-oriented forum the words US Navy men say in the same sort of situation...but you can probably imagine. :devil:

'I'm going to the Machinist Mate's course.' Bender chimed in.

Bender, a machinist's mate?  Well, he's spent enough time around stripper-bots to know what can be done to a tolerance of a thousandth inch... :giggle:

Cetacean Extract engines do not function in 4-D space.  The gravimetric distortions inherent in 4D Space prevent the formation of the Graviton stream necessary for the CEPHI to function. However, a properly fused fusion reactor works wellâ?¦up to a point. 

After 48 hours, the nuclear material becomes unstable...emitting massive showers of baryons. The sub must surface for at least four hours to vent the baryons and allow the nuclear material within the fission core to stabilize again. This puts a definite limit on how long a TDS can remain submerged.

Not to mention, the CEPHI reactor's shielding becomes unstable in 4-D space, permitting the escape of large amounts of gravitons and graviolis.  These interfere with the operation of the ship's fusion reactor.  Hence, the lower available power - ergo, speed - in transdimensional space. :smirk:

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Would that I could last until then...or be rebuilt like any other machinery. :smile:

Linda cut in, 'Initial reports are that five DOOP dreadnoughts, six cruisers and four destroyers were put out of action.'

No carriers?  Hmmm, there's that December 7th thing again.

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Re: Run Silent Run Deep
« Reply #13 on: July 28, 2011, 07:59:51 AM »
Excellent update!
I loved the 'Belay the sir- I work for a living'! :crylol:
(My old man used to say about that 'At least I was smart enough to pass the tests' :rolleyes:)
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Re: Run Silent Run Deep
« Reply #14 on: July 28, 2011, 05:45:09 PM »
Thank you gentlemen! :)

Flounder: As one of the inventors of the CEPHI engine, your comments will be incorporated in a later version.  Thanks. I love technobabble! :drool:

Dink: I couldn't resist including the 'I work for a living', since I heard it so many times during my career. :mellow:

I hope to crank out some more soon.  Your kind remarks certainly inspire me. :)
"Even in literature and art, no man who bothers about originality will ever be original: whereas if you simply try to tell the truth (without caring twopence how often it has been told before) you will, nine times out of ten, become original without ever having noticed it."
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