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Kalt could not sleep.
He lay staring at the pipes on the ceiling of the room.
room! To be honest, it was also a euphemism only speak of storage space: cramped and rusty walls, a cot death in a tiny bathroom, a recessed cabinet, a narrow shelf, a chair and cracked from the video terminal.
At irregular intervals turboelevatore felt the vibrations of the service, at least they were a diversion from the constant scraping of the ventilation fan and was fun to bet with yourself how many minutes had elapsed between a step and another.
But it was all she could afford with the few remaining claims: he was landed by the commercial "fragrant spices" on that decrepit space station, the young officer boliano had not yet found a new shipment. Every morning
standard was presented to the offices of the shipping companies to review the routing plans of the vessels arriving, then reached the dock space in the hope of finding work and securing at least the replicator rations to the public.
The first day began as always, any new arrival, but Kalt had found a small job "outside": the capsule pilot service officer seeking microfalle on the hull of a cargo serosa.
Thus, at the end of the day, had decided to celebrate and stole the hoard had occurred in the only local station.
And while he was playing the final table of the credit Dabo (Ifni possible that the beloved goddess of fortune, he had abandoned this?) Was reached dall'addetto military Bolarus.
The old sergeant major had offered a poor beer and delivered a Romulan dpadd: Kalt had just been called to active duty as an officer of the Reserve.
It was a clause signed six years ago when he graduated as a merchant captain, signed and then forgotten now a training ship of the Federation was expected to reach the station from there a few hours and he would have to be at the boarding tunnel as a liaison officer.
Kalt did not know whether to be glad of the opportunity to leave that dark hole in the bottom of the Alpha Quadrant, or if your luck deserting groped and embarking as a stowaway on the first cargo in transit.
Another challenge in his life.
tossed in the air that last credit still clutched in his hand: to use human expression, "heads or tails?
head! It was then that the Federation.
Kalt, lying in his tomb waiting for now, more restless than ever, the new morning.

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San Francisco, Earth.
Starfleet Academy, Cadet Accommodation

When the trill of the cadet communicator woke Ryo Hunt under him was a strange bed and around twilight and a vague but familiar sense of smell. For a moment he struggled to associate the scent of the girl lying beside him and the girl to the place where he was. Recovered memory with the same sense of annoyance with which ended the sound emitted by the electronic bedside.
"Here Hunt."
other side a woman's voice. "Ryo is Monica. Are you awake?".
"Yes." His voice thick belied the sense of that monosyllable. "What?".
"I absolutely need to tell you something."
Ryo stood up, taking care not to disturb the young woman who was still asleep beside her, crossed all the lodging and sat down at the computer monitor. I turned and suddenly there was the face of a girl in tears. His eyes were as blue as the sky, framed by a helmet of brown hair.
Ryo looked at her with sleepy eyes. He felt, for no reason, a slight sense of unease. Or why there was, and was about to find out. "Tell me, Monica."
"Yo, I told you, Ryo. I told him everything."
These words did take him as a wake-up call. He hoped for a moment that those words were nothing but a ploy, a desperate search for a reaction that was the result of the same emotion. He could not believe that girl was so unconscious.
"You said what to whom?".
"About us. A Maximum".
At that moment he saw a tear Ryo plow the woman's face and something that was moving back and that accentuates the tremor. She continued.
"You have nothing to say?".
The silence that came as a response was a little longer and much more explicit. "The only thing I can say is that you have made a big stupid, really."
"I could not go on like this anymore. I love you, Ryo. And you said you loved me ...".
"There are moments when you say many things. Some belong to reality, the other fiction. I'm sorry you did not understand who and what belonged to one another."
"Ryo, I ...".
Monica paused to take refuge in silence and tears. Immediately after the screen took over the figure of a man. He wore the uniform of Starfleet, and Ryo did not need to check the grades that exhibited on the collar to find out who it was.
"Ryo! Beautiful day, huh?".
"You know very well that it will not be."
"I hope for you. And I hope you know to try again a bit of shame to find this and other bad days to come. For a long time." The man gave
a break to stretch his uniform with a gesture of his hands.
"I wanted this little conversation just because Monica and despicable he realized what kind of man you are and for people throwing away his career."
"I do not think much good to say I'm sorry."
"I'm afraid not."
"So I do not think there's something to say."
"No, quite the contrary. There is much to say. But I'm not sure it's worth investing more time and other words in a conversation with someone like you." Ryo
closed his eyes, and yet continued to see sharp silhouetted in front of him the figure of man with whom he was speaking. Massimo Troisi, highly decorated commander of the Starfleet in the odor of promotion and it was rumored, a former leading in Section 31. Handsome, tall and strong in spite of his fifty-six.
"What ends up here just for a reason. Once you saved my life. Now I'll return the favor. We are equal." Another pause. "Do not you wish you harm. No matter what you hoped it would be very small compared to what you manage to get alone. Troisi Commodore, I close."
The screen went out and the young Ryo seemed to realize only then that part of his life was over. He had known the Commodore
Troisi little more than four years earlier when, graduate, practiced medicine in a small studio on the other side of the continent, in New York. The Commodore had been unwillingly involved in a fight scene which had as one of the bars that Ryo was usually attend. The well-informed argued that the Commodore was on a mission to search for evidence that nailed the fleet officers suspected of passing information to the maquis, and that her cover was blown. Whatever the truth, the Commodore was found with a broken leg and the femoral artery severed. Ryo, together with other men intervened to quell the riot and, while not having tools with him, took the decision to operate to stop the bleeding. The doctors who were in Starfleet by the Commodore said that without this intervention could not make it timely.
So a week later, Ryo was summoned in his office in San Francisco.
When he entered the commander raised his eyes from the d-padd she was working on and had spoken as if they had known all along.
"You were all right, boy."
Ryo had barely won the embarrassment he felt in the face of compliments every time, except for those that grew on its own.
"I try. Sometimes I succeed."
"Good. That 's what I always did too. The star fleet needs smart men like you. What if you serve on our board a starship?".
Although he had obtained while studying the pilot's license of First Instance, Ryo had never seriously considered the possibility of joining the Fleet. Yet, now that you had an opportunity to provide such a change in his life, without thinking too Ryo had accepted, and he found himself attending the academy.
Everything went well for three years, until in the life of his mentor was not entered through the front door, the young, beautiful and impulsive Monica Cooper. When the eyes of the girl were laid on him for the first time he heard Ryo immediately smell trouble.
Six months later, Monica had made a surprise in his quarters ...
Ryo threw away the memories with a sigh. Whatever he had represented for Massimo Troisi and his naive girlfriend, now belonged to the past.
Meanwhile, the legitimate owner of the accommodation as it was now rolled between the sheets trying instinctively to embrace the male body that was sure to find at his side. Not finding woke, gently rubbing his eyes still clouded with sleep.
Ryo had slowly put on his clothes, and now she was picking up his uniform and some of his stuff in a small suitcase, when he realized that the woman had gotten up and was now behind him.
"Hmm ... what time is it?"
"Go back to sleep if you want, Monica. I have just six in the morning," he smiled.
"How did you call?".
Ryo's gaze was lost under the investigator of the woman. "Er ... Miriam?"
"Miriam?! Monica?! Wake up, dear! I'm Liz, Elizabeth. Do you remember? "
" Ah ... Elizabeth! Of course! "He said mechanically, showing too much enthusiasm.
ridistese That is with a resigned sigh, resting his head on the pillow so you can still watch the guy in front of her busy closing up his small suitcase.
" The you know you're really a freak? A nice guy, sure. But weird. "He waited.
As expected had no response, then continued." I knew you had only wanted to take me to bed, I can read in his face last night. Are you going to speak no more? ".
Still no answer." Never mind ... so not either remember your name now. Ricky? "
"No. Ryo."
"And what do you already standing at six, Ryo?".
"Today begins my year of specialization. I asked for and obtained, thanks to the Commodore Troisi, to carry on board a starship with the rank of ensign. I should be the medical officer in the second. In the afternoon there is the 'boarding, and still do not know the name of the ship on which we serve. I'll go to the office to find out assignments of the Fleet. "
The girl answered with yet another sigh. Ryo meanwhile, had approached the door to the outside, opening it.
"Back to sleep well Liz, I'll be in touch very soon."
"You will not ...". He concluded that time so to give him away, giving the impression of wanting to just go back to sleep.
Hunt pursed his lips and closed the door behind him. The expected
strange new worlds, boundaries and unknown adventures.
The future was about to begin.

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The crisis, the first financial, and economic and social hours already, so hard to be interpreted with respect to causes and triggers (loans given to anyone? Speculation with derivatives? The lack of restrictions on capital movements? Securitization? The economy has eaten politics and finance that has eaten in turn the economy? All these things together?), On the other hand, as the effects that have resulted from it, aspects of interpretation, if not easy, immediate.
The most obvious is that many have lost, are losing and will lose their jobs. Another, equally obvious I think, is that those who are fortunate enough to retain their place of work more and worse. The crisis, the workers, the pay (ie pay) even so, with greater difficulty with daily frustrations more, with less freedom.
The crisis also brings a reduced ability to understand what is happening, as if more and more absurd to use their time and their little remaining energy to look at facts that are unrelated to their immediate living space.
probably with little clarity, therefore, m'accingo to reflect on the outcome of the elections just concluded. The first element that makes me pause is the involvement of very bland with whom I have followed the vote. While it is true that the PD was in danger of dissolution, I have not heard her sigh deeply for the narrow escape. This happens not because I think the PD should disappear, but because I remain convinced that this PD isolated, isolationist and no identity serve no purpose whatever. In politics, are what the spin doctor would call a "loyal customer now" with a system of benchmarks and a well-established ideological position (ah, what a strange feeling to write that word) well defined. Well, despite this, my feeling with respect to this PD is the "much worse, the better." It is not pollution of pure idea, is not the way to the center (which I consider a necessity and an opportunity together) at the bottom of my posting, but the surrender of the ambition to propose a concept of society. The poor Franceschini, which should be recognized for having able to fight with honor (especially on the home front), has given a clue as to what could be (and unfortunately is not) the PD on a single occasion when, for once, with the clarity that there should be always expressed disdain for the prior rejections of illegal immigrants. A party worthy of the tradition of PCI and DC defends international law, legality and human rights regardless of the impact that this election may have. Just the crisis provides huge opportunity for those who have in its heritage values \u200b\u200bsuch as solidarity, equality and the rule of law once again has decided instead to convey messages elementary, inarticulate, spiteful, exclusively centered on (which is obvious) shortcomings of the government. If you have done all this for reasons linked to the electoral outcome, well then you become aware that 26.1% is a result well within the reach of a PD with determination to show its own identity.
I think, unlike many, the result of the PDL has been numerically flattering. In a crisis so acute, the governments (left or right that may be) have great difficulty. The contraction of consensus that in terms of absolute votes, Berlusconi has mastered these consultations must be primarily European abstention of Sicily where he voted this time less than 50% of an electorate that usually ensures the center of a huge harvest votes.
Nevertheless, two facts have emerged from the polls that I think politicians put the prime minister more than a difficulty. The first is that the most impressive results have been obtained from the League and Italy of Values, or by those persons in the political spectrum immediately adjacent to the two major parties. Italy shows with the vote of a country that has no desire for bipartisanship and do not want a simplification of the policy framework that is artificially induced through the electoral law. This, even more than the pressures of the League, explains the immediate change of position on the referendum on electoral law for next week.
The second element of difficulty for the leader of the center is made up by the fact that the maximum size, the overall potential of the PDL League and, net of redistribution of internal consensus, it remains far from any notion of self-sufficiency. The vote this week has shown (not without roughness) Berlusconi that the voters lean toward centrist UDC area means leaving a considerable amount of consensus to the league.
Both these factors make it increasingly difficult for the general election will turn in that plebiscite and that Berlusconi is keen to see how your personal passport to the Quirinale. That
del Colle is a lot that I can not understand how will end, but even now I look at it with fear, as a tough transition, which could leave the country permanently weakened.

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The secret journey of the USS Fortuna

"There was a loud noise in the universes. Generations of stars were born and died under the gaze of telescopes addicted, electromagnetic fortunes were squandered in a moment of helium empires rose and vanished civilizations' molecular gas gang overexcited sowed panic, the galaxies fleeing roared from their place of origin, the holes blacks drank energy and fractal bubble universes born dissidents, each with a physical self-legislation. " (Stefano Benni, Elianto)


systems of life support stopped working almost simultaneously.
screens and fields of integrity 'structural disable it.
The central computer run' a brutal shutdown without being able to complete the procedures for data recovery.
Finally, with the unwinding of the last auxiliary battery, the ship became a sophisticated hardware and useless adrift: the wreck, which was spinning in a huge empty ocean.
No Gravity ', light, warmth and a breathable atmosphere: people on board held their breath for an unconscious reflex and exchanged terrified glances.
Someone shut the visor and the lights of space helmet, other, more 'simply wept. The medical board, authorized by the captain, beginning 'to distribute one tablet of "calming" color carmine red ...

A week before - Starfleet Command
A sparkling morning in January.
Air City 'which looked out over the bay of San Francisco was cold, but at least the wind had swept the sky and ground with his eyes you could see the ocean beyond the pale red pillars of the bridge. " An elderly
Starfleet captain was on his way to headquarters to receive orders for the mission. - Personally, and im-me-dia-ta-men-te! - So 'had marked the admiral in message video. In
if such a procedure, familiar to the units 'operations, but it was quite unusual, at least for an obsolete vessel for Astronomical Research as the USS Fortuna and this increased the curiosity' officer.
- ... and you will go up to the only planet in the system to release the buoys with sensors, the orbital module and a beacon of control. Your passengers will disembark and return to the Starbase 103.
E "above all", Captain Winter, no question. After the detour route will cost you no 'more' than two days on the plan scheduled sailing ...-

USS Fortune survey vessel downgraded to a training ship and a platform for astrophysical research - from parts of the nebula Crab
A ship 'as a small country, everyone knows everyone and secrets do not have a long life.
Cosi 'the presence of the team "scientific" that the USS Fortuna was carrying to a destination "unspecified" had raised the level of "rumors".
Newcomers, however, 'had fraternized with the crew, with the Cadets and the researchers on board, merely to work in the cargo bay to develop the tools of delivery, eating meals at a time reserved in the lunchroom and passing the remaining free time locked in their homes.
only the third night of the voyage Captain Winter was able to exchange a few words in a tone of "informal" with the person responsible for the shipment.
She stood silently, arms folded, to look beyond the panoramic windows of the observation room.
- Captain, let him!
- I do not want to bother you, every time I come here when I want to reflect on its own.
- Gia ', and' very ... quiet ...
Soon after, breaking the awkward silence that had followed the first exchange of words - Dr. Norton, there 's something I can do for you or your team?
- No, 'just limiting the curiosity' crew for another twelve hours.
- Okay, urge 'greater respect for your privacy. - Replica 'in tone piqued Captain Winter.
- I did not mean to be rude captain, but it 's better for everyone, believe me: tomorrow we will arrive at your destination, put into orbit on equipment and facilities and you can resume your regular duties.
- The one thing I would ask. One of his has entered the software that manages the ship's logbooks.
The expression of women is not traditional 'no emotion: - Hmmmm is usually' a procedure that is not detected. But I assure you that it is not sabotage, will simply 'removed any trace of these last three days of travel. And 'the standard ...
- And what about the personal memories, how will you?
The laughter of women is' more 'disturbing amused: - There will be' provided a little blue pill ...

A system without a name, initials of the star catalog NGC 0315A -
USS La Fortuna had entered into orbit around the one standard ternary system of a remote planet.
The world below was a gas giant which reflected the blue light on the band of the main elements that made up the atmosphere, it was probably a tramp space captured by the gravity 'of the main star and that, for a very rare combination, had stabilized in the only Lagrangian point of the system.
The image of huge trees and lightning storms on a global scale, filled the main screen of the dashboard while the calm voice of the captain gave the go- operations: - Start the sequence of release of the buoys. At my signal ... now!
consoles traced the positioning of the series of these satellites as they unfolded in high orbit activating their transponder.
From the hold, the place chosen by the team at the trading desk scientific point came the confirmation that the officer assigned to the operations of the transporter make the next beacon.
- Captain ... - A young ensign interrupted the silence that reigned on the bridge - ... because it 's so many orbital platforms? I mean, if it were a simple planetary surface would be enough coverage for less ... -
Some heads nodded as if to confirm review common. The commanding officer
around 'eyes slowly, as if to consider that no one else could hear his answer: - In fact, their sensors are not pointing toward the planet ... but now no more speculation: we have work to do and perform the first and before we leave from this system! - He added in a low voice - I do not know about you, but this whole thing, this place is sending me the chills ...

In orbit around the planet
The orbital module control consisted of a series of pressurized cylinders with hatches and engaging.
In practice it was a complex structure (laboratory, central command, the core of fusion reactor components housing and central services) that was positioned and joined directly to the predetermined amount.
The difficult part of the operation was this: pick up one by one cylinder out of the hangar on board, using the tractor beam of a shuttle, and then, once in the polar orbit, assemble the complete structure.
latter phase of the operation was performed by members of the team of Dr. Norton who used this for some exoskeletons with small arms and rocket-directional drive systems.
The efficiency of the "supposed" scientists soon had surprised the crew of Fortune: in less than seven hours in the primary structure had been connected and activated. Without delay
members team then began to turn on the system board and transfer material tecnicno and personal effects in less than an hour the lights of the orbital module indicated its full operation '...

USS Fortuna, from the panoramic window of the housing
captain - Captain, I want to thank you and your crew for the assistance and hospitality '. The phrase
ritual, uttered in a tone so 'Formal seem ironic, annoyed' the senior official had invited him to breakfast, Dr. Norton to be able to leave in a manner in harmony with the ancient traditions of the navy which still inspired the Earth Starfleet.
courtesy, but the presumption can be opened although a 'minimum crack in the privacy of women.
The fact is that the table prepared with care, they specially cooked meal, nor the wine reserve captain, had opened a breach in the hard shell of the woman.
- Doctor, I can only wish ... The sound intercom
prevents' a Kalt Winter to end the sentence: - Captain, we have a problem: it should be on the bridge, possibly with its host. Instinctively
the officer and the doctor turned my gaze to the picture window of the dwelling and what 'they saw that fully justified the interruption of their lunch.
few paces separated them in reality 'from the bridge of the ship in the short time the two reached the bridge, on the main screen was already 'showing of a tactical diagram of the system: the three stars (a giant brown and two small red dwarf stars - was a "old"), the gaseous planet and a wide area colored in blue, a large field of 'asteroids.
And it was the latter who, swept away by a sudden tidal gravitational orbit of the planet was about to fall like a tsunami of space dust, debris, ice and gigantic rocks ...

USS Fortuna, dashboard
- How long do we have?
- Minutes! - Said the officer frantically setting calculation instructions to the console - seven, six minutes rather the impact!
- What ... what it 'can does not predict a phenomenon of this magnitude?
The question of the captain expressed some uncertainty 'and mistrust in the work of his men.
- Lord, analysis of data at our disposal it would seem that a sequence of tiny holes in the system appeared to be blacks. - Continuous' the young lieutenant trying to apologize - it was impossible to even imagine such a phenomenon and a meteor shower of this magnitude ... Dr.
intervened: - News of my team?
- They are currently on the orbital module, but we have time to beam aboard the Fortuna and position ourselves on the opposite side of the planet with its mass should provide adequate shielding.
- Cosi 'lose all our equipment! We must remain to protect the instruments!
- Putting pero 'at risk the entire ship and its crew? Doctor, frankly I do not think a viable option ... - Winter is the captain face 'to order the evacuation of the small orbital station control; an order that he could not' never give ...

The coup
- under 'General Starfleet Eighth Directive, at 14.00 today's date, I Admiral Paula Norton, takes command of the USS Fortuna. Helmsman, directing the ship toward the orbital module and alongside the more 'close as possible. Operations officer, emergency early repositioning of buoys already 'dropped! Activate the shields of ship to the maximum extent possible and at the last minute.
astonishment crossed the bridge, all eyes went to the captain Winter by Dr. Norton and again to the doctor and the military ID card that was showing.
- The Eighth ...?
Vulcan was a young cadet to break the impasse in the situation: - Eighth Directive general staff of Starfleet and 'obliged to investigate every case of suspected espionage, sabotage and terrorist act against the Federation and its allies ...
-... in practice - interrupted annoyed the captain - counterintelligence officers have the authority 'to cancel a routine mission and take command. -. A decision was urgent, and immediately knew Kalt ' beyond: - Gentlemen, you heard the Admiral: We have a job to do. - And then turn directly to the top - Lady, will write down 'my objections to his orders in the logbook.
- Do what you like captain, the only thing that matters and 'that from now on, the crew obey me ...


A vessel concealed
directional thrusters USS Fortuna were beginning to show signs of overheating.
for hours in fact kept the vessel in tow and the orbital module, in orbit around the planet.
Surfing the midst of a meteor storm was in fact out of the question if you wanted to save the laboratory and then only the efficiency of shields stood between the death "Stoning" and the lives of the crews.
The team doctor, indeed, the admiral had Norton continued to scan the system for investigating the causes of the phenomenon: - We suspect that a hostile force is experiencing a new type of weapon of planetary destruction, in theory controlled the activation of a number of tiny singularities 'and' able to deform the fabric of space-time and generating a storm of enormous proportions. Look below the planet's atmosphere is as upset by the meteorite impacts and imagine the Earth in its place, or Bajor ...
- Lady, a communication from the orbital laboratory.
- Admiral, here we come! The final mark is still active has just revealed a vessel in concealment in the system.
- Take a vessel in that situation? No defense system would be able to identify all the debris from a ship, let alone hidden!
- I'm sorry captain, but the subject and 'top secret: forget what you heard. - And then turning to the laboratory staff - Prepare to leave your desk. Now, Captain Winter, we will launch the latest probe and 'left in the cargo bay.
- I suspect that is not a peaceful instrument of detection ... do not say anything, Admiral, and also this' top secret ...


Wave return
- "probe" and game en-route!
- We just have to wait ...
- Yes, but what?
- This is aside the pulse sequence of singularities', to stop the car engine generating stellar storms.
- will involve 'a risk to us? Remember that we are in a rather awkward situation.
The woman shrugged and said nothing.
- five seconds of activation, four, three, two ....
- I did not return from the mark detection! No, here ... the singularities' have been annihilated. Admiral, we did it! - The crew of the Fortuna and the team cheered in unison and the voice of Admiral of the work was covered for a few seconds - before vo ... ISOLIT on arrival and a possible tear of the fabric of space time ...


The only possible decision
The battle in the "Bramble" Commander Riker of the Enterprise and the ships of the Son'a matter was now teaching the first year of the Academy, one of the points Key was the fact that a laceration of subspace ISOLIT caused by weapons could be closed with the ignition of the warp core of a starship.
- But between theory and practice ... - I think 'Captain Winter - ... there is' a great distance. Lieutenant, to start the team's transporter from the orbital laboratory. Engine room, the captain here: Get ready to expulsion of the warp core. Helmsman, set a sub-orbital route: put the planet between us and the explosion.
Everyone knew what it meant that order: even if the tear had been sealed and that the ship had survived the explosion, would find themselves suddenly isolated in the system, to tens of light years away from any rescue.
- Captain, will be sure to save us, not 'it? - The voice of the cadet who had betrayed the hope of all.
- I'm afraid not. This time we get away from yourself: I doubt that Starfleet knows our exact location at this time: the standard procedure. I say good admiral?
- Captain, I beg you to accomplish what needs to be done and make arrangements to release the buoys with the records of past events. At this point the important thing 'to have the "Services" the outcome of our "research". For what it's worth the release command of the ship.
- Thanks Admiral. Engine room, lifting the warp core, now! Helmsman, full speed 'on impulse ...


A ship adrift
La Fortuna had survived.
Despite little chance 'to get out, the antiquated ship had not been disintegrated by the immense explosion when matter and antimatter nucleus had come into contact.
now floating in space, navigation lights turned off, no energy, propulsion, life support ...
- Captain, this time, and 'ugly.
The voice of the chief arrived in the ear of the helmet slightly distorted, with tones more 'acute than usual.
- at least hope to reactivate the internal communications?
- No sir, we can only create "radio links" with the transmitters of our helmets. A deep rumbling sound
'on the bridge.
- And this cos' ...
- I would say that we bumped into a debris. Moving
fatigue Kalt Winter reached one of the portholes' and grab 'at the top to see the outside world: so he saw' the source of the noise.
- I'll be ... And 'the wreck of the laboratory.
- The tractor beam was working until the last and we are dragged behind like a dog with the leash ... does not appear in good condition, but '.
- Never say, when there are "services" of the way, surprises are not lacking.
- Gia ', I guess ... watch captain - said the officer who had reached the porthole 'observation - those are not solar panels? Some cells are fused, but those on the starboard side seem intact.
- Commander, find a couple of volunteers: I think it's time for a little excursion spacewalk ... And, Admiral, I would ask you to communicate officially to the emergency and that his men 'over and that I take the command of my ship . From now on we must demonstrate a spirit of sacrifice, adaptability 'and altruism. America will survive!


Space, the final frontier ... The emergency radio beacon
USS Fortuna was picked up by a merchant Tellarites six months later was the great astonishment of the captain and his entire crew when they arrived at a sufficient distance to see with optical sensors, an old ship of the Federation who hobbled to a tenth of speed 'd 'pulse in the middle of nowhere interstellar.
dented hull and toasted some plates missing, visible signs of temporary repairs and certainly not "standard" criteria for Fleet Stellre.
- Hello, and here 'the USS Fortuna, happy to see you.
- Fortuna Um, here the cargo "Last Chance": you need assistance?
- There would be grateful: the subspace radio and 'out of order, we are short of water and food replicators idling. Between us some of the crew went on to sell his mother for a shower, a sandwich with sausage and a coffee 'boiling.
- Received Fortune, we are contacting Starfleet to let you send a rescue ship. In the meantime, get ready to receive a container of food rations and a few extras, with the compliments of the captain.
- With "Last Chance", a round of beer Romulan paid for when we meet again in better times ...
- For our journal, and you can tell us what 'happened?
- Oh! - Winter said the captain, winking to an angry admiral intelligence, surprised in the act of sipping the last drops of the herb boliano - A small setback that sparked a routine cruise. And we solved that with a lucky roll of the dice in a situation not very favorable.

... These are the voyages of the Fortune ...