From kymricke@stormbringer.interl.net Wed May 8 17:34:35 1996 Date: Sun, 24 Mar 1996 12:04:15 -0600 From: Kymberlee Reply-To: b5-creative@blob.best.net To: b5-creative@blob.best.net Subject: Messages From... Some of you have seen this on the other list, but I thought I would post it here, since there's nothing in it that should offend anyone. This is the start of what may or may not become something more. It's very short. I'm posting it in the vain hope that maybe you'll actually get a giggle from it and ask me to write more. If that happens, it might have to go back to the other list...we'll see All the usual pre-story stuff... Characters, setting, etc... are not mine. In my dreams. This story takes place almost *immediatly* after the last scene in "Exogenesis" which means two things. A.) There are *SPOILERS* in here! B.) This story will not make one *bit* of sense if you haven't seen that one. It's called "Messages From..." but has nothing to do with "Messages from Earth" The title will be self-explanitory once you start reading. ___________________________________ Messages From... by: Kymberlee As more and more of them had been, today had been weird. Ivanova took of her uniform jacket and tossed it on the back of the couch. "Computer, any messages?" she asked. "One message waiting. Text only. Display now?" the computer intoned. "Sure," Ivanova told it stepping over to the monitor. The following text appeared on her screen: Susan, I just wanted to thank you for the flowers. It's nice to know you don't hate me completely. Marcus "Computer, send the following text in reply: 'Excuse me? WHAT? - Commander Ivanova.' End and send." ******************************** Ivanova was on duty in C&C the next day when she got a reply. "Commander, there's a text message for you, should I route it to your station?" Corwin was being incredibly militarily-correct this morning, Ivanova noted, wondering why. "Yes, thank you." She keyed up the message: What do you mean, 'what?'? Marcus This was getting ridiculous. She manually entered a reply: What do you mean, "What do I mean"? Ivanova Only a few minutes later Corwin announced another text message addressed to her. He was trying very hard to keep his expression neutral, but Ivanova could see the confusion in his face. Very few people ever used text-only messages anymore. How archaic. Ivanova recieved it. This one read: This really shouldn't be so difficult to figure out. I was mearly thanking you for the roses. Ok, so they weren't entirely real, but it was the thought that counts. Even in this "enlightend age" few women send men flowers. Thanks for the peace offering. Marcus Ivanova had had it with the text messages. Now she was pissed, and Marcus was going to know it. "Computer, reply to that message, audio/video format: Sent YOU flowers? What the hell are you talking about?!?! Those are the flowers *you* left outside of *my* quarters! END!" She turned around and for the first time she noticed that every pair of eyes had turned to her as she shouted her response into the computer. Every pair of eyes but one. Full Lt. David Corwin was too busy regretting that Babylon 5 did not have a rock big enough to crawl under on board. ____________________________________ Well.....??? Kymberlee kricke@aea16.k12.ia.us kymricke@stormbringer.interl.net fax: 319.372.1839 http://aea16.k12.ia.us/ricke/kkar.html ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Where I come from one man ` MonkeeManiac, B-Fiver, Trekkie, from three leaves two." ' X-Phile...among other things. "Well, where I come from is a `'`'`'`'`'`'`'`'`'`'`'`'`'`'`'`'`'`'` far more interesting place." ' Author of the "Netpicker's Guide Franklin and Marcus, Babylon 5 ` to the X-Files" at the URL above. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~