Foregone Conclusions, or If Full Saucer Ends Up Winning
Henry Oliverson Junior, Lead Design Engineer of the United Earth Starfleet Design Burea's Project BULWARK, was exhausted. It had been a long day, with the various engineers he had to herd around constantly coming to near blows around the debate for the Dreadnought's frame. And while the heated discussions were unsurprising, given the impact the ship would have on the Mankind's first interstellar war, the near-equal split was unprecedented.
Still, he thought, as he patted himself down, trying to find where he had put his apartment key, he had finally made a final decision. While he, like almost every starship enthusiast on the planet, had fallen in love with the NX, whether for the technological marvel it was at the time or the accomplishments the Enterprise had achieved, this was a new era, and a new fight. He only hope that the Full Saucer Advocates would take the news tomorrow with grace. Or at least, keep their grumbling down enough to get started on the actual design work.
Flipping the light-switch by the entrance, he frowned, as his home remained unilluminated. Giving the switch a few more tries, more out of instinct than actual belief it would work, he repressed a sigh. Given that the streetlights and various neighboring apartments had been lit as he walked over, it was probably just the bulb going out. Trusting in his muscle memory, he tried to shuffle his way to the kitchen's switch.
"Mr. Oliverson." The deep voice came somewhere to his right. Spinning around, alarmed, he barely could made out a humanoid figure sitting on his sofa before being blinded by a Ray of Light that hit him directly in the chest. As fell to the floor, a small part of his conscious mind that wasn't drowned out by shock and terror before reaching blissful unconscious, noted how much the beam resembled the new pulsed phase cannons prototype he had recently seen.
*Chirp*
"This is Daniels. The root cause of the Temporal Anomaly has been found, I'm resolving it now."
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"Source was a project lead at the SDB. The pre-fed United Earth one. Someone said something different than they did orginally, caused a new precedant that changed the design of our ships."
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"No, there shouldn't be any more problems. The subliminal hypotherapy has taken hold. He should awaken the next Morning having come to the correct decision. I'll be on hand to make sure things go according to plan, but I don't forsee any issues. Compared to the dealing with Na'kuhl and Nazis, this is a walk though the park."
*Chirp*
I also have an idea for another one based around the half-saucer, but I'll do it later.