Turkey Drop
Nov 23, 2006 23:26:56 GMT
Post by Michael Aarons on Nov 23, 2006 23:26:56 GMT
Majesty hung over the planet Earth in a relative high orbit. It wasn't always that they were chosen for special missions like this, especially on holidays. Today was the day that Earthlings celebrated Thanksgiving and it was the Majesty's honor to commemorate this day.
"Take us into orbit around the North American continent Mr. Aarons."
"Aye, aye Captain!" The ship repositioned itself into a synchronous orbit over the western half of the planet.
The plan that they had was to instigate a Turkey Drop. The starship would release unto those who still clung to old Earth traditions, a turkey for them to feast upon on the Day of Thanks.
"Now Mr. Aarons." Majesty swung around until her aft viewed the planet and her bow pointed out to the heavens. "How's it going Number One?"
Below in the main hangar, TEG, and a mildly disgusted Hawk, oversaw the preparation of scores of precooked turkeys; wrapped so as not to become soiled in case something happened.
"We're about ready to go Captain."
"Understood."
"So you kill these birds, chop off their heads, tear their innards out their rears, and then have a meal with them as the foci of some ritualistic get-together?"
"Well it all goes back to the first meal held in honor of two cultures coming together for mutual gain and being grateful they didn't starve. It kinda' symbolizes the principles of the Federation."
"Uh huh, and how did this planet end up being the capital of the Federation?"
"We called dibs." The final preparations were complete and the signal was given for a go.
The main bay doors, which would allow them to clear the nacelles, were opened. Everyone stood back as the release team got into position to drop the protective shield unleashing the turkeys. The field dropped as the hundreds of birds were blown out the hangar onto the blue world below. They blanketed out as the crew had calculated to reach the appropriate population regions. Everyone watched as the birds reached Earth's atmosphere.
Down below on the surface panic broke loose and people ran in terror as frozen turkeys rained down from the heavens like fireballs. Mothers grabbed their children and ran for cover as the deadly birds cratered the ground, tearing apart buildings, and racking up massive property damage.
Nowhere was safe from the flaming turkey carcasses as they blazened the sky crashing down on the unsuspecting world below. Here bridges were broken by turkeys impacting the beams, there shuttle cars downed by turkeys colliding with their engines. The sight was a horror as pandemonium ruled the day. Everyone aboard the Majesty gazed upon the results of their work seeing everything in real time.
"Captain, when we came up with this idea, were we fulling thinking about what we were doing?"
"Mr. Aarons as far as I'm concerned, Romulans decloaked, began firing their 'Turkey Torpedoes' upon the planet, and we fought them off saving the day."
"Along as I get a medal I don't care what you tell Starfleet Command."
Happy Thanksgiving!
"Take us into orbit around the North American continent Mr. Aarons."
"Aye, aye Captain!" The ship repositioned itself into a synchronous orbit over the western half of the planet.
The plan that they had was to instigate a Turkey Drop. The starship would release unto those who still clung to old Earth traditions, a turkey for them to feast upon on the Day of Thanks.
"Now Mr. Aarons." Majesty swung around until her aft viewed the planet and her bow pointed out to the heavens. "How's it going Number One?"
Below in the main hangar, TEG, and a mildly disgusted Hawk, oversaw the preparation of scores of precooked turkeys; wrapped so as not to become soiled in case something happened.
"We're about ready to go Captain."
"Understood."
"So you kill these birds, chop off their heads, tear their innards out their rears, and then have a meal with them as the foci of some ritualistic get-together?"
"Well it all goes back to the first meal held in honor of two cultures coming together for mutual gain and being grateful they didn't starve. It kinda' symbolizes the principles of the Federation."
"Uh huh, and how did this planet end up being the capital of the Federation?"
"We called dibs." The final preparations were complete and the signal was given for a go.
The main bay doors, which would allow them to clear the nacelles, were opened. Everyone stood back as the release team got into position to drop the protective shield unleashing the turkeys. The field dropped as the hundreds of birds were blown out the hangar onto the blue world below. They blanketed out as the crew had calculated to reach the appropriate population regions. Everyone watched as the birds reached Earth's atmosphere.
Down below on the surface panic broke loose and people ran in terror as frozen turkeys rained down from the heavens like fireballs. Mothers grabbed their children and ran for cover as the deadly birds cratered the ground, tearing apart buildings, and racking up massive property damage.
Nowhere was safe from the flaming turkey carcasses as they blazened the sky crashing down on the unsuspecting world below. Here bridges were broken by turkeys impacting the beams, there shuttle cars downed by turkeys colliding with their engines. The sight was a horror as pandemonium ruled the day. Everyone aboard the Majesty gazed upon the results of their work seeing everything in real time.
"Captain, when we came up with this idea, were we fulling thinking about what we were doing?"
"Mr. Aarons as far as I'm concerned, Romulans decloaked, began firing their 'Turkey Torpedoes' upon the planet, and we fought them off saving the day."
"Along as I get a medal I don't care what you tell Starfleet Command."
Happy Thanksgiving!