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<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Who's First to the Cargo Hold</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Kristen Gant 2-11-1996</h4> | |||
Stardate: 80112.0040<br> | |||
MD: 1:0915<br> | |||
Scene: Dead? Ship<br> | |||
>The away team beamed onto the ship. "I suggest we head to the Bridge," he said after they rematerialized. | |||
Jenn looked at her tricorder. “It should be right over this way.” Jarren | |||
nodded confirming Jenn’s reading. The away team headed in the direction | |||
of the Bridge. Dr. Tok immediately began scanning for life signs, while | |||
the other scanned for the source of the energy signature Krysa had | |||
picked up earlier. | |||
“Sir, the energy reading are coming from 8 decks below us. That must be | |||
the engineering section. Perhaps one of us should head down there.” | |||
Krysa suggested. | |||
“Not yet, Lt. I’d like to scout out the Bridge first.” Maril said. | |||
Entering the bridge, there were still no signs of life, nor were there | |||
any bodies laying around. “Where did they all go?” asked Tok. | |||
Krysa headed to the computer console just to her right. After fumbling | |||
with the controls for a short time, she got a response. Slowly the | |||
computer began to come on. An alien face faded in out from the screen. | |||
“I think I got some logs here. I’m having a hard time getting them to | |||
come in though.” | |||
Maril walked over to the console to help Jenn. Within a few seconds they | |||
got the picture to clear and the voice came through. | |||
<Captain’s log, Flogden date, 2434.889. The FSF Crowden is approaching | |||
the Ronden system. We should reach our destination with the next 2 | |||
Flogden dates. The crew is very skitish, and I shall be glad to reach | |||
the planet and off load this cargo. So far we have had no problems, | |||
however no one is willing to enter the cargo hold alone and | |||
unarmed.....> | |||
Sparks flew from the console. Jenn and Maril jumped back. Turning her | |||
tricorder on it, Krysa reported that it was dead. The controls fused. | |||
“That is really strange,” she said. “I can’t find a reason for the | |||
blowout. Now of the circuits were over heating or over worked.” | |||
“What do you think they were carrying?” asked Jarren. They all shook | |||
their heads. | |||
Jenn turned back to her tricorder. “According to this is looks like this | |||
message was recorded almost 500 years ago. I can’t be sure on that | |||
without running some of this information through the ship’s computers, | |||
but 500 would be my guess. Could be more, though. I wonder why no one’s | |||
ever discovered this ship before?” | |||
Regards,<br> | |||
Lt. Krysa Jenn<br> | |||
****<br> | |||
NRPG: Okay, who wants to go to the cargo hold<VBG> | |||
Max, I’m sorry, I’m still a little fuzzy on where Ein is going? Really | |||
I wouldn’t hurt him<g> Just want to know how many NPC’s I’m going to | |||
have to create. | |||
Kristen | |||