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<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">SB EPSILON: Ens. Loren Landers Reporting (Cont.)</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by | |||
Mike Dawe 11-25-1996</h4> | |||
>The Shuttle named the Harrah was packed with new personnel headed for SB<br> | |||
>EPSILON. Loren took a seat in the passenger compartment of the shuttle<br> | |||
>and called up the fleet roster for silver fleet. He intended to do some<br> | |||
>studying while waiting for arrival at SB EPSILON.<br> | |||
><br> | |||
>The D-warp shuttle experience was somewhat uneventful for Loren, with one<br> | |||
>exception. Upon entering the netherworld of D-warp, Loren felt a minor<br> | |||
>tingle...not physical, but mental. *It's as if my telepathic powers were<br> | |||
>suddenly skewed in some way* he thought. The feeling was so strange that<br> | |||
>Loren couldn't even describe it to himself.<br> | |||
><br> | |||
>Seeing as this was his first actual D-warp trip, Loren was glad when it<br> | |||
>was over and the pilot announced their docking at SB EPSILON.<br> | |||
><br> | |||
>Leaving his possesions with a yeoman, Loren made his way to CINCSILVER's<br> | |||
>office and his new assignment.<br> | |||
The outer office was abuzz with activity. Most were crowded around | |||
viewscreens watching some official ceremony and even the secretary to the | |||
Vice Admirals office was intent on watching. Loren could feel air of | |||
expectation and celebration before he even left the turbolift doors. | |||
[Out of the deaths we will find life, out of the sorrow we will find hope. | |||
To do anything less would dishonour those who have gone before us . . . | |||
those who have died. I call upon you to join together, bound by the loss of | |||
comrades and of ships I call upon you to form a new, stronger force.] | |||
He crossed to look over a few shoulders at the viewscreen. It | |||
showed a full crew standing at attention in a very large cargo deck. On a | |||
dias before them stood some officer headed by a single dominant figure of a | |||
Vice Admiral. Loren correctly assumed his assignment might be put on hold | |||
for a few moments and watched, half his attention on the screen but an equal | |||
half on the staff around him. As the Admiral continued he saw some tears | |||
form and be wiped away as well as some smiles. It was like attending a | |||
funeral at which a new birth is announced. As the commissioning ceremony | |||
ended he saw a few shake their heads in wonder and some money pass hands. | |||
The secretary was dabbing her eyes as she saw the betazoid approach. | |||
"I'm sorry the Vice Admiral is not here right now but if you'd like to wait | |||
I am sure that . . . " | |||
She never finished her sentence as the Turbolift doors opened and a | |||
huge bear of a man crossed the room and came up the to the secretary. | |||
'Hrrmf, he next for me? Right then, come on." | |||
So saying the Admiral Nicholas entered his office followed by a | |||
bemused Ensign. "Bio chip?" Taking the proferred chip he slotted it into a | |||
reader, skimmed it, then spun it back across the table to the CNS. "I have | |||
been wailing for CNS's for months now. It's nice to see that they finally | |||
saw fit to listen. I have two openings for someone of your calibre but | |||
unfortunatly only one slot that would truly suit you. The other is on a | |||
mission into Klingon territory and not what I think would be the best way | |||
for you to start." | |||
"It would be . . . uncomfortable." Agreed the Ensign, when it | |||
became obvious the Admiral was waiting for a response. | |||
"Hrrmf, uncomfortable eh? Well then, that leaves us with putting | |||
you onto a D-warp . . . .what?" Grey eyes snapped to meet the dark ones of | |||
the Betazoid. | |||
"Sir?" | |||
"Your reaction when I mentioned D-Warp. Have some difficulties | |||
coming over?" | |||
"No, no, I just feel like I have been in it for a while now, hard to | |||
get my 'legs' back." The Counsellor lied, unsure how he could explain his | |||
feelings about D-warp to an Admiral when he had yet to even find words for | |||
them for himself. | |||
"Well, get them back once you reach the Feynman because that is | |||
where you are going to be the new head counsellor. Ops will give you docking | |||
bay and departure time so dismissed Ensign, dismissed." | |||
<<<nrpg>>> | |||
Feynman crew, meet the latest addition who is lucky enough to not have his | |||
box innundated with nrpg as an intro to the ship <G> but I enjoyed it. | |||
Kevin Sherrod Thigpen <kthigpen@ocean.st.usm.edu> | |||
Kevin, meet the feynman. They will set you up and let you know you have | |||
gotten one of the steadiest ships in the fleet and winner of the order of | |||
orpheus. | |||
acatteri@freenet.npiec.on.ca, 103306.755@compuserve.com,<br> | |||
sgant@interaccess.com, psy342@gator.net, jobaker@chuma.cas.usf.edu,<br> | |||
splatter2@qtm.net, pockm@deakin.edu.au, donna.hurley1@sympatico.ca,<br> | |||
mdawe@cln.etc.bc.ca, edh@titan.oit.umass.edu<br> | |||
is the mailing list, plus you and the starfleet bounce. | |||
I am two weeks behind on my reading due to marks and report cards so I | |||
cannot place him cleaner than this. The excerpt from the ceremony is from a | |||
post for the regent. The thread was included as it also contained the | |||
remains of the Serapis crew (what few there were) | |||
mike--->reading desperately to catch up, but needing to write, too.<br> | |||
Vice Admiral Azariah Nicholas CINCSILVER<br> | |||
Captain Christof Fife USS REGENT<br> | |||
GM USS SARATOGA<br> | |||
Lt. Cmdr Eskat Eskat USS HERMES<br> | |||
Lt James Cardiff USS SARATOGA<br> | |||
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: CNS2 On The Way</h3> | <h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: CNS2 On The Way</h3> | ||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by | <h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by | ||
