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There is a lot of italicezed text in the real log.. but I can't get it to post, so if some of this stuff seems confusing, I apologize.

 

 

Subj: Waking in Netherland

Date: 10/12/00 3:19:55 PM Eastern Daylight Time

From: FLt Z StarDust

 

The horse was galloping across an open plain, heading for a steep hillside. He lunged up, and his rider leaned forward, moving with the stallion, feeling the powerful muscles beneath him bunching for each lunge, then a tremendous surge of power. He could feel his hair whipping in the wind-

 

Why was his hair whipping in the wind? Wasn't his head shaved now? And if not, where was his hat? For that matter, where was he that he could be on a horse?

 

As his senses returned, he could feel the throb of steel deckplates under his back, feel the heat of a compact, overworked ship. Smells assaulted his nose: unwashed bodies, strong spices, fear, coolant, they eventually brought him to

conciousness.

 

Below him he could faintly hear a murmur of voices around the hum of an engine. Not moving, he listened, and was sure it was some sort of warp engine. As he lay there, every line and joint of the mesh-like deckplates beneath him sent painful messages through his body. They were not carefully plated over with carpeting to cushion and control noise like on a Spacefleet ship.

 

Slitting his eyes open he dared a look around, saw nothing recognizeable in the dim light and closed his eyes again. He wanted to move, but had no idea if doing so would attract the attention of someone who would make him feel even worse.

 

He let himself drift back to sleep, hoping to find the stallion again in oblivion....

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