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2374; "The Regal 'Accident'"

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Apr. 2nd, 2006 | 08:19 pm
posted by: theodonnells in en_fanfic

This is a fanfic about the shuttle accident that Colleen's parents were involved in, told from their perspective.

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from: theodonnells
date: Apr. 2nd, 2006 11:20 pm (UTC)
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Erin and Patrick O’Donnell had just finished a new nacelle design for Starfleet, and were both fairly tired. After exclaiming that her brain was ‘fried,’ Erin popped a holovid in the projector and they sat down on their couch in the living room of their Station 10 quarters, watching the comedic scene of a 1940’s movie.

Before they got halfway through it, their console beeped, and announced,
“Message from Starfleet.”

Patrick gave Erin a ‘what now,’ look, and they paused the holovid, and walked over to their console. They sat down at the table, and accepted the transmission. It was secure under level 9…this wasn’t just any Starfleet request.

“Mr. and Mrs. O’Donnell, I’m sorry to disturb you. I know you just got home,” an Admiral said.

“It’s fine, Admiral…what’s wrong?” Patrick asked softly. It wasn’t every day that an admiral contacted them on a secure level 9 transmission.

“We need a shuttle design. We need it by tomorrow afternoon. I’m sending you the specs now…”

“We’re receiving them,” Erin said, looking at her screen. “*Tomorrow?*” she asked. Since when does Starfleet give them a *day* to finish an entire design? It was usually a month, at least. She knew they’d be up all night. And so soon after their last assignment…they were going to get a lot of credits for this one, no doubt.

“I’m sorry for the short notice, but it really couldn’t be helped. You two are the best we’ve got, and this is extremely important. I can’t say anything else. The specs I sent you will tell you everything you need to know. Come to San Francisco tomorrow as soon as you’ve finished.” He gave them both a significant look. This was extremely important. It was life-or-death.

“We understand,” Patrick said. “We’ll be there tomorrow.”

“Thank you both. Out,” he said, and his picture was replaced by the Starfleet insignia.

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