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-Commodore Nigel Straun, Executive Officer, INDIGO FLEET<br> | -Commodore Nigel Straun, Executive Officer, INDIGO FLEET<br> | ||
-Commander Horatio Sinclair, Fleet Intelligence Officer, BLUE FLEET<br> | -Commander Horatio Sinclair, Fleet Intelligence Officer, BLUE FLEET<br> | ||
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Into the Lions' Den PT-2</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Michael "Mike" Dailey 12-1-1996</h4> | |||
SD - 81201.1530<br> | |||
MD - 7.0845<br> | |||
SCENE: USS FEYNMAN - Deck 14, Cargo Transporter Room [before beam-down]<br> | |||
SCPO Alex Tamarov entered the large cargo transporter room, the only | |||
one onboard the FEYNMAN capable of transporting large numbers of | |||
personnel at once. The doors to the cargo deck mechanically 'clanked' | |||
shut behind him, and the ACSO saw the seven members of ALPHA security | |||
squad, each with their duralloy helmets and vests. In addition to the | |||
MARK-6 sidearm, each person carried one of the new 'modified' MARK-7 | |||
rifles that Lt. Koreth's team had augmented with a standard tricorder, | |||
wiped of any Starfleet or Federation data. | |||
Standing by the console, LTjg. Justin Allard and CPO T'Boc were | |||
working on a defective helmet. Alex walked over to his CO, | |||
"Good morning, Sir.", said Alex to his CO. He turned to the Vulcan NCO, | |||
"you too, Mr. T'Boc." They exchanged greetings. "Is everyone almost | |||
ready?" asked the ACSO. | |||
"T'Boc was having trouble with his helmet's communicator", said J.C. | |||
"T'Boc, we're not going to mess around with mechanical problems. Call | |||
security and have one of the Cadets bring down another helmet from the | |||
Armory. We'll send this one to Maintenance when we return.", said J.C. | |||
"Aye, aye Lt." said T'Boc. Grabbing the helmet, he went over to the | |||
console to request the new helmet. J.C. turned to Alex. | |||
"You're in command while I'm gone, Alex. Keep everyone alert, patrol | |||
teams in two's as long as we stay at Yellow Alert. And if the Captain | |||
calls Red Alert, I want one team on the bridge and in Engineering for | |||
the duration. Understood?", said J.C., all serious now. | |||
Alex nodded, "Aye, Sir. And good luck to all of you." He said, | |||
addressing the entire Alpha Squad. Various 'Thank you Sirs' echoed to | |||
the Senior security NCO. All turned to face the doors as they clanked | |||
open for Lt. Koreth and his Engineering team. | |||
They walked in to find they were the last to arrive. | |||
"Glad to see you finally showed up." said Allard with a bit of a grin. | |||
"Thought I might have had to command this task force all by myself." | |||
Alex directed the Engineering personnel to the nearby table with their | |||
helmets, vests, side arms, and new rifles, though Ens. Dunnon and Lt. | |||
Koreth were already 'suited-up'. | |||
Lt. Koreth grabbed one of the rifles, "And let you play with my new toys | |||
unsupervised? I don't think so 'junior'." | |||
J.C. smiled, and jabbed the Lt., lightly of course, with the butt of his | |||
rifle. "I wouldn't let you claim all of the fun for yourself. Anyway, | |||
someone has to keep an eye on you." | |||
Though he had met a few Klingon Cadets during his days at the Academy, | |||
J.C. had not worked or trained with any. Once posted to the FEYNMAN, the | |||
CSO was not sure how to regard the Klingon Engineer. Over the last six | |||
months, they had mutual respect for each other, and had started to | |||
become friends. | |||
Everyone had finished gearing up, J.C. and Koreth walked to the center | |||
of the 16-man away team. Allard cleared his throat slightly, and barked | |||
"ATTENTION ON DECK!", everyone stood at attention, but Koreth turned to | |||
regard the CSO. Only a few standard years younger than the CEO, J.C.'s | |||
order had came out a bit tame, compared to Klingon standards, of course. | |||
Koreth continued.... | |||
"You've already been briefed. You know what's expected of each one of | |||
you. But remember, we're a team. If you need help, let someone know. | |||
Everyone will move in teams of two. Our priorities are the elimination | |||
of any Starfleet or Federation data we may find, and locating the | |||
shuttle." said the CEO. He nodded to J.C. for his input. | |||
Allard turned to the team, "Weapons check, everyone. Both side arms and | |||
rifles. Acknowledge by helmet comm, so we can test them also." After 14 | |||
confirmations, everyone was ready. | |||
"OK, everyone", said Allard "Starfleet today is not like the horror | |||
stories of 100 years ago. Engineering and Security personnel DO NOT have | |||
targets painted on our backs." The entire away team let out a small | |||
round of laughs as J.C. tried to lower the tension a bit. "Keep yourself | |||
focused on what you're doing. No one is ever expendable." J.C. eyed | |||
Koreth briefly. He had not lost anyone under his command to combat, and | |||
did not think the CEO had either. They didn't want to start now. | |||
"All right, everyone up. Circle formation, weapons out. If you perceive | |||
something as a threat do not hesitate to protect yourselves." He knew | |||
that the speech wasn't necessary, but gave it anyway. | |||
<Bridge to transporter room,> It was Cmdr Maril <Beam down the landing | |||
party, and may Kazanti quench the flames of Azule.> | |||
<nowiki>*** SNIP ***</nowiki> | |||
Allard kept track of the bio-readings... which started bothering him | |||
quite a bit. "Hold up here." | |||
"What is it?" | |||
"Something strange is going on. " said the SEC officer who continued to | |||
explain, "Three times now I've picked up bio readings, of at least 6 | |||
separate creatures in each group, and each time we've gotten within | |||
50 meters they suddenly veer off... away from our location." | |||
"Avoiding confrontation on your own base during a raid? Some thing is | |||
not right." announced Koreth. | |||
J.C. turned to T'Boc, the strongest Telepath onboard the FEYNMAN. "Mr. | |||
T'Boc, any impressions from you?". Through his helmet, the NCO took on a | |||
blank look, as though staring at something beyond the normal visual | |||
spectrum. Seeing the look on the Vulcan's face, Lt. Koreth said, "Mr. | |||
T'Boc, are you OK." | |||
T'Boc snapped out of whatever had occupied his thoughts for those few | |||
seconds. "It was as your scans said, Sir. The thoughts of various, and | |||
multiple unknown life forms. Extreme force of anger and hatred, and then | |||
vanish as we near them. I am at a loss to explain, Sirs." said the | |||
Vulcan security NCO. | |||
Submitted,<br> | |||
Mike Dailey<br> | |||
Splatter2@qtm.net<br> | |||
Lieutenant J.G., J.C. Allard SEC-TAC - USS FEYNMAN - SILVER FLEET<br> | |||
Lieutenant D'doj Zzawj Ckorji MD OPS/2O - USS ELIZABETH BLACKWELL - SILVER FLEET<br> | |||
<nowiki>******** | |||
* NRPG * | |||
********</nowiki> | |||
- Jason... I back-posted a bit to add a little to the pre-beam down | |||
stuff. From there, I just went a little further. I'm not sure what you | |||
had in mind with the sticky floors, changing walls, etc. If we run into | |||
life-sized killer bee's, my team's outta here <G>. Maybe we can utilize | |||
T'Boc some more. | |||
- Melanie... we miss you! Jump in anytime, or back-post a bit and | |||
write yourself into our group. | |||
Cheers all!<br> | |||
Mike<br> |
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