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 Babylon 5 for those who are familiar.. but with a few
 changes.
+Respectfully,<br>
+Jason<br>
+Commander Tirrin Vorak - XO - USS BURKE<br>
+Lieutenant Tarrant L. Koreth - CEO - USS FEYNMAN<br>
+Potest esse nur unus<br>
+<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: News of an Old Friend</h3>
+<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Kristen Gant 12-4-1996</h4>
+Stardate: 81204.2348<br>
+Scene: Bridge<br>
+MD: 7.1100<br>
+Zane was sitting in the Command chair, his thoughts focused on what was
+going on down on that base. Since the earlier attack, things had remained
+quiet. But everyone was tense and prepared for the worst. As Zane
+contemplated, he was interrupted by the voice of Lt. Jenn.
+"Captain, you have an urgent message from Starfleet Command. They are requesting a
+private channel." She said looking up from Ops, and toward the Captain. She
+couldn't help but be a little curious. Urgent messages from Starfleet Command
+were not the that common, particularly at the middle of a mission like this.
+"Now? In the middle of our mission?" Zane frowned. He really needed to be
+concentrating on other things. However, Starfleet could not be put on hold.
+"I'll take it in my ready room."
+He stood and headed off to the side of the bridge toward his ready room.
+Krysa watched him go, smiling as she thought perhaps she was far to nosy
+for her own good. At least it seemed to ease some of the tension on the
+bridge as many were wondering about the message as she was. Looking over at
+Jerran she knew he was thinking something similar, despite his almost
+constant mind block.
+***
+Zane took a seat and tapped his screen to open the communiqué. A tall
+dark-skinned man appeared on the screen. His dark hair was slightly graying
+and his dark eyes portrayed a seriousness that did little to set Zane's
+mind at ease.
+<Captain Zane, I am Commodore Reese, Head of Theta VI UFP Prison Colony.>
+Zane's eyes narrowed. That was the prison facility holding Dee. He wondered
+what could possibly be so important that they were interrupting an
+important mission. "What can I do for you Commodore."
+<It is my understanding that you had contact with a prisoner of ours a
+short while ago. A prisoner known as *Dee*.> the commodore said.
+Zane groaned. He'd really hoped never to hear that name again. "I'm sure
+her exploits with the FEYNMAN are in her file, Commodore. Other then when I
+escorted her off my ship, I haven't spoken directly to her. Though I did
+receive a recorded message from her, but that's the last contact we've
+had."
+<Have you heard anything from her within the last 48 hours?> the Commodore
+asked.
+"No, I have not." Zane answered not liking the sound of this. "Not since
+the recorded message when she first arrived at your facility, several days
+ago.. What's going on, Commodore?"
+<She's escaped. With no clues as to how she did it. We have reason to
+believe she may contact you. I am hoping we can count on you to let us know
+if you hear anything from her?>
+"Of course," nodded Zane. He couldn't believe that a Starfleet High
+Security prison facility couldn't keep her for longer the a couple of days.
+Then again, she did have friends .. he shook away the thought and
+continued, "Though I don't know why she would contact me."
+<I'll be frank with you, Captain, we know what was in the recorded message
+she sent you. We figure she may still try and collect on whatever she was
+holding over you.> The Commodore frowned at Zane, <After all it did get her
+off your ship without being handed over to the authorities, despite her
+crimes.>
+The Captain didn't like the man's innuendo, "I assure you, Commodore, at
+this time there is nothing she holds that will have any bearing on me," he
+said vehemently.
+<nowiki><I hope that's the case, Captain.></nowiki> he said pointedly, <But none the less,
+if she does contact you ...>
+"I will let you know, sir." Zane said finishing the older gentleman's
+thoughts for him.
+<Very well, I will be in contact with you again, Captain. Reese out.>
+Zane sat staring at the UFP logo on the screen, wondering how he was going
+to tell Krysa about this.
+Scene: Bridge
+Everyone turned to watch the Captain as he exited his ready room, each
+waiting for some clue as to what the message had been about. However they
+didn't have time to ponder the question long as a light started flashing on
+Krysa's console, "Captain. A small vessel has just left the Reaver Base."
+"What is it?"
+"Trying to get a scan on it now," she replied.
+"It's the shuttlepod, sir." Said Jerran incredulously.
+"Confirmed," said Jenn, as though there could have been any doubt that
+Jerran would recognize the shuttlepod's signature. "Sir, it's heading away
+from the base at it's top speed. And away from us."
+They all turned to the Captain to await his next orders.
+Regards,<br>
+Lt. Krysa Jenn<br>
+OPS/2O, USS FEYNMAN<br>
+****<br>
+NRPG: Okay here is a rework of my last post, along with a little something<br>
+added. Sorry I'm not more creative lately :{<br>
+Kristen<br>
+--<br>
+Kristen & Scott Gant<br>
+http://homepage.interaccess.com/~sgant/gant.htm<br>
+<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Coming Up to Speed</h3>
+<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Jason Bostjancic 12-6-1996</h4>
+SD: 81206<br>
+MD: 7.1030<br>
+Scene: Reaver Base<br>
+Thanks to Loren, the away team began to finally get somewhere
+inside the Reaver base. It was difficult at first to actually focus
+something as uncontrollable as anger toward an object, much less
+at a wall. After a few times though they seemed to get the hang of
+it. Unfortunately, Meleah was unable to 'open' a door, so Ens. Landers
+became the gentlemanly figure and did so for her.
+Lt. Koreth had taken a quick look at Meleah's arm, even though
+she stated that, " It would be highly improbable that you could do
+anything to fix considering the variables Lieutenant."
+A few components he recognized, but most he did not. Finally, he
+had to agree with Meleah's prognosis.
+After traveling through a multitude of rooms which seemed to be quite
+bare, they came to a wall which was only part honeycombed - the
+rest appeared to be of known metals. Further they couldn't pass
+through the section. Further on they found something even more
+strange... a door. A real door, with strange etching's above it.
+"What do you make of it Koreth?" asked Allard, keeping his team
+facing the open walls.
+"I'm not sure. The walls are made of a Tungsten-Tritanium Alloy.
+According to my scans they are also suffering from fatigue evident
+with extreme age." Tarrant continued his scans as did the remaining
+engineering part of the team.
+Allard looked back for a moment, "I couldn't even get a single reading
+from any of the other 'Reaver' walls."
+Meleah had already figured the answer, "That is because these are
+more than likely not built by the Reavers. It seems that this base has
+been taken over by the Reavers who are adapting it."
+"It would explain the partial honeycomb we found a few rooms back,"
+noted Tarrant. He started looking at the symbols above the door.
+"I'm not familiar with these markings."
+Meleah came over and took a look. The markings were not of any
+modern language, but appeared to have elements of the old Vulcan
+texts... Within a second her database had found it.
+"It is what appears to be the beginning of the Romulan language.
+Circa. around the time of the Great Schism. This sign says 'food'."
+Tarrant scanned behind the door. There were a few tables and
+chairs. No electronics or power readings though. "So this
+base was originally created during the Vulcan's Schism.
+And the Reavers just happened upon it after all these years."
+J.C. shook his head, "Perhaps they didn't just wander into it
+Tarrant."
+A beeping from Ens. Dunnon's tricorder brought them all back to
+attention. "Sirs, picking up another Reaver group. Eight in
+total and heading this way."
+"Time to leave," said Allard, "direction?"
+Meleah pointed toward the opposite wall. "That way."
+............
+MD: 1045
+They had come upon two other groups of Reavers. Each were
+fewer in number than was present during the first encounter, and
+the team quickly subdued their foes, but not without a few casualties.
+The team's number was down to 7. And, unfortunately the communications
+block out continued.
+The last battle occurred in a room which was far different than that
+of the previous ones. The honeycomb patterns were larger here,
+and the light behind each was different. Walls continued upwards
+about two stories.
+"What do you make of it Meleah?" asked the CEO - observably
+frustrated at his tricorder.
+"Unknown."
+Allard was also looking a bit frustrated. "We have to find that shuttle,
+time is running out... I suggest we continue."
+"That would be unwise Lieutenant. " said Meleah matter of factly,
+"This is the first break we have found in the Reaver part of this base.
+We need to try and understand it to avoid continuing blindly from one
+room to the next."
+.....
+It was actually Loren who found the answer.. by trying a hunch.
+He focused all his thoughts on the word 'why' and projected it.
+A few of the honeycombs slid out of the wall, bearing controls.
+Further, a section of wall seemed to change, and an image of some
+type of large terminal screen appeared. Symbols flashed across it.
+"What in the?..." said Dunnon who involuntarily trained his rifle
+on the screen. Allard quickly brought the engineer's weapon down.
+Ens. Landers explained, "The Reavers seem to project an emotion
+to open the doors. I tried projecting the question why... not so
+much as a word but as a feeling of curiosity. I seems to have worked."
+Tarrant scanned the screen and came up with a revelation as
+quickly as did Meleah, "These symbols form crude molecular patterns.
+Just like those we intercepted."
+The science officer confirmed.
+They had a way in.
+............
+<NRPG>
+Yes, It rambles a bit. I tried to link in a few of the FEYNMAN's finds
+with that of the away team. More importantly I tried to bring us
+somewhere closer up to 'date' so the ship can actually do something.
+If some one would post in the next batch something that indicates
+the Shuttle taking off then we'll be up to speed.
+Respectfully,
+Jason
+Commander Tirrin Vorak - XO - USS BURKE<br>
+Lieutenant Tarrant L. Koreth - CEO - USS FEYNMAN<br>
+Potest esse nur unus<br>
+<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN:We're Outta Here</h3>
+<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Jason Bostjancic 12-7-1996</h4>
+SD: 81207<br>
+MD: 7.1057<br>
+<i>"Regardless," said J.C. "were still somewhere on the base, and only
+three minutes to go. I can't tell if were far enough away from the power
+source." said the CSO, checking his tricorder.</i>
+The lighting here was dimmed. Power direction to the older
+parts of the base seemed to be a lot less than was originally required.
+Tarrant began scanning also. "Our tricorders are able to penetrate
+these walls. Adjusting for maximum distance." The effects of the
+Dimensional Transport were slow to wear off, and the partial
+kilingon had to refocus his eyes a few times.
+"Which probably means were closer to the edge of the base." said
+J.C. He appeared to be having similar difficulties.
+Meleah quickly added, "Or further within the base."
+It was a thought none of them relished.
+"Adjusting.. we have an estimated two minutes, thirty seconds until
+that power overload." interrupted Dunnon. He was looking a bit strained.
+"Lt. Koreth, I'm picking up something.. it appears to be a warp signature.."
+J.C. motioned toward a one of two doors out of the room. "This direction"
+Tarrant picked it up, "Got it.. yep that's one of ours. Definitely from
+a shuttlepod.- Let's move."
+The remaining 7 rushed to the door to find it jammed. The locking
+mechanism and low power actually being sent to the older sections
+of the base didn't help matters. However, Meleah seemed to have little
+trouble persuading it to open.
+"Two minutes!" shouted Dunnon in between breaths
+as they raced towards the signature.
+meters - 40meters - 20meters.
+The hallway opened up ahead of them through which came the
+unmistakable blue glow from a warp nacelle. The away team
+arrived just in enough time to see the shuttlepod exit through
+a forcefield into space.
+All of them began looking around for a second means of exit.
+The room was definitely an old shuttlebay. Pieces of ancient
+ships lay strew about. As did a few pieces of more modern
+equipment - like the forcefield. One of the walls showed the
+beginning signs of reaver replacement.
+"None of these vehicles are space worthy." Noted
+Lt. Meleah as she scanned about.
+Tarrant had an idea - question would be how much time
+did they have. "Everyone! Scan for working lifepods
+in these ships. If you find one get in - use your rifle
+power packs to re-power the life-support!"
+Suddenly an explosion from somewhere within rocked
+the base. Sending a chain reaction running slowly through.
+Lights flickered and the forcefield flashed.
+With precious-little time remaining, the team entered the
+last operational escape-pods from what looked like the
+remains of an old Vulcan freighter. His pod was, like
+the others, devoid of power, but would still seal itself
+from the effects of space.
+Then, as a power spike hit the equipment, the forcefield failed,
+and pulled everything within the shuttle-bay out due to the change
+in pressure. A second later the explosion reached the room.
+Tarrant felt the force as his freighter section was blasted out
+of the bay. He was locked in securely against the vacuum
+of space - but had little oxygen.
+Yanking the power supply out of his rifle, the CEO tried
+quickly to get it compatible with the pod. With a few
+'modifications' he managed to crosswire the tricorder-pod-
+and power pack. As he did, the escape pod shot out from
+it's confines of the scrap.
+All Tarrant could do now was wait for the FEYNMAN and
+prey that the others were successful.
+"Tarrant to Feynman... "
 Respectfully,<br>

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