T'Was The Night Before Christmas

Posted on Tue 25th Dec, 2012 @ 2:10pm by Colonel Horatio Drake

538 words; about a 3 minute read

Mission: http://sb109.sim-station.net/index.php/sim/missions/id/3
Location: Starbase Protector
Timeline: Christmas Eve

OOC (Jamie): Apologies all, I usually post this on Christmas Eve! Was very busy last night! Susan, I'm sure you remember this ;-)!

ON:

'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the ships and stations,
Everything was running at full operations
No stockings, for a holiday that came from old Earth
Few Terrans in the fleet remembered it of worth.

On Protector the crew were asleep, stowed away in their beds,
Visions of Orchids & Jazz danced in their heads
The Command Staff were tired, there eyelids were drooped
Looking at them, one could say they were pooped.

Some tried to sleep, but the station, it shook
They were thrown from there nestling nook
Still wearing their uniform, some ran for the door
'Christ' they thought wearily, 'This has happened before.'

They dashed to the turbolift, went straight to the bridge
The occasional shudder would give them a hitch

"Report!" barked Drake; Oaksley turned back
"Colonel, sir" he said nervously, "We're under attack!
By Klingons, the True Way, even those guys who bounce
And some races whose names I can't even pronounce!"

"Red alert!" Treia barked; the klaxons, they blared
The crew would wake up, and to no one, they'd swear
What had awoken them from their peaceful slumber?
Until Drake's voice would stir them asunder:

"To Karikkar and Kell, to Lee, Nyx and Graves!
To Lantz, to O’Dell, to Windsong and more!
To stations, to arms, before we will fall!
And fight away, fight away, fight away all!"

"Colonel" Treia said, "They want to talk!"
Drake then stared, his face full of shock
The shaking had stopped, for a moment at least
He wondered if talking would not sate the beast

"On screen," He said, standing up now
A moment of waiting would not explain how
the man on the screen, he looked to be human!
'That’s the case,' everyone thought, 'What was he doing?'

The human man laughed, the sound was quite merry
Some of them almost forgot the attack was quite daring
The damage extensive, their crew put in danger
For a man who could scarcely have been any stranger

His beard was all white, his nose, it was round
His suit was all red, and he must have found
about two hundred pounds of excessive mass
'And most of it,' Steele thought, 'Had gone to his ass.'

"This is but a dream," the man did exclaim
"Of cheer, of glad tidings, a holiday of name
That some of your Terrans have lost and forgotten
Or let it degrade into something most rotten."

"Make them remember," the man, he did say
The Colonel found himself pondering, despite the weird day.
The man on the screen, he then disappeared
Along with the vision, the danger, the fear.

Drake woke up, the human was right
He looked at the clock: It was still the night
But the words of the dream, the Colonel recalled
He tapped the comm on to be heard by all:

His voice rose through the Station, a smile in sight:
"Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night!"

OFF:

To all on Protector, wishing you a very Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year!

 

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