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heading back to the asteroid. I don't know what's there. A Reaver base? A | heading back to the asteroid. I don't know what's there. A Reaver base? A | ||
renegade landing pad? Something else? Who knows? | renegade landing pad? Something else? Who knows? | ||
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Here And There</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Jason Bostjancic 11-18-1996</h4> | |||
SD 81118<br> | |||
MD 6.2100<br> | |||
Scene: Shuttle-Pod 'Piaget'<br> | |||
Onboard shudders a changling, cracks and pitts have formed | |||
all over due to an inability to return to a liquid state. There | |||
is no movement of the stars floating by the window, for it | |||
has landed on an asteroid. | |||
"PLEASE!!.. please... get out of my head... I must rest." | |||
A whimper, almost like that of a crying babe emits from | |||
the creature. | |||
"I had such plans.. I was going to get them.. heh, but | |||
YOU! ... YOU Won't get out of my HEAD!... | |||
What? Soon? I've brought it... Brought ALL I could... | |||
Please... let me rest." | |||
Question after question bombards the changling's open | |||
mind. Helpless to defend, it answers each... hoping that | |||
after each the promises of rest will be granted. | |||
Over ten data crystals filled with information about not only | |||
the FEYNMAN, but Starfleet in general lie in a engineering kit. | |||
*They* told him to get it, and they explained how to add the components | |||
to create the temporary cloak around the pod. | |||
Suddenly a computer terminal flashes with light. | |||
Three words flash on it. "We Are Here" | |||
Without a second thought the changling turns liquid. Seconds | |||
later a beam of light engulfs the pool of color and the data | |||
crystals.... | |||
LATER<br> | |||
MD: 6.2235<br> | |||
Scene: USS NORUGA II<br> | |||
Tarrant listened to Jerran's tale of Romulan Pirates, and the tear. Needless | |||
to say he could tell that there were a few details left out.. something | |||
he couldn't help noticing due to that old CSO training. By the look of | |||
the Captain's eyes, Tarrant guessed that he thought the same. | |||
"Since the Issahi believe this to be their property, then I suggest | |||
we avoid using it all together." | |||
"Why, Lieutenant?" asked Zane. He figured that the CEO would have | |||
liked to see the artifact work... and extract as much data as possible. | |||
"The Issahi know the capabilities of our vessels. If suddenly we | |||
'disappeared', and knowing that we have their devil incarnate Mr. Jerran, | |||
who looks like those who took the thing to begin with.. I doubt it | |||
would go unnoticed." | |||
<NRPG> | |||
Just piecing some stuff together... Hope I didn't | |||
blow any plotlines too bad. | |||
Respectfully,<br> | |||
Jason<br> | |||
Commander Tirrin Vorak - XO - USS BURKE<br> | |||
Lieutenant Tarrant L. Koreth - CEO - USS FEYNMAN<br> | |||
Potest esse nur unus<br> | |||
