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<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Who's there?</h3>
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Kristen Gant 8-16-1996</h4>
Stardate: 80816.2346<br>
Scene: Bridge: USS TYPHOON<br>
MD: 6.1220<br>
"Sir," said Ens. Cartwright hesitantly.
Krysa stood, anxious for something to break the dull drum of waiting for
word from away team, "What is it, Ensign?"
Jennifer shrugged slightly, "Well, it's kind of hard to explain .."
"Just try," Krysa said curious.
"I'm picking up a strange signal."
"A signal?"
"Well, it's not a signal .. it's .. well look at this," she said motioning
for Krysa to join her at her console. "See this .. it's very similar to the
interference we've been picking up ever since we entered the 'sack. We've
been monitoring it because it can cause distortions that can cause problems
when setting course. But this is different. It's very regular and has a
'feel' to it. I'm afraid I can't explain it any more then that."
Krysa nodded. On the Feynman they'd been working hard to filter out that
type of interference in order for the sensors to work better. "Could it be
a signal to the pirates?"
Jennifer shrugged again, "Could be I suppose, but this just doesn't 'feel'
like pirates to me. It's too familiar."
"What could cause that kind of disturbance?"
"Engines not calibrated quite right." She said smoothly. "Lt. Jerran just
put us through some exercises the last time we were at Epsilon where we had
to come up with ways to send signals that couldn't easily be traced. Since
we were coming to the 'sack, this was one he made sure we were aware of."
"Are you saying that you think our FCO is signaling us."
Jennifer turned her eyes on Krysa's, "It's just a feeling. I can't be 100%
sure."
"Is it a code? Can you tell what he's trying to say?"
Jennifer shook her head, "It's not that kind of signal. It just a 'we're
here' type thing."
Krysa looked at the screen, "But where is he, if it's him." Jennifer shook
her head again. Krysa turned to Reetza. "Watch that distortion she's
talking about. See if you can track it."
"Aye, sir,"
As the minutes ticked slowly by, Krysa could feel her headache coming back
stronger again. She sighed wishing she had some of that stuff Dr.
Glin'kharr had given her the other day.
"Sir," said Reetza, I think I've got it pinpointed.
"Too late," said the AFCO, looking at the screen as a Klingon Bird of Prey
appeared on the screen just long enough for two bright orange pulses to
shoot toward the TYPHOON.
"Shields up! Brace for impact!" shouted Krysa. As the disrupters hit, she
was thrown to the floor knocking her head on a chair. She pushed her self
up, feeling her head where a small trickle of blood was forming. "Report!"
"Shields down to 40%," reported the Ensign at tactical.
Krysa watched the view screen closely, wondering about the signal, "Hail
them," she said turning to Reetza.
A short time later Commander Maril's face appeared. Krysa maintained her
composure as she spoke, "I am Lt. Krysa Jenn, in command of the USS
TYPHOON."
<Lower your shields and prepare to be boarded,> came Maril's cold response.
"You don't expect me to just turn this ship over to you."
<That is exactly what I expect. And if you don't, I will destroy you.> The
connection cut out.
Krysa turned to Jennifer and Reetza, "Is there a way to make this look
real. I don't want to give them away."
Regards,<br>
Lt. Krysa Jenn<br>
****<br>
NRPG: Away team, have fun, just don't make Krysa look too bad :} :}<br>
Kristen
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