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Andy: Well, Fobok should be able to come on duty at MD: 1.1000..:).. | Andy: Well, Fobok should be able to come on duty at MD: 1.1000..:).. | ||
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Bridge-->Ready Room</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by | |||
Andrew Catterick 2-13-1996</h4> | |||
MD: 1:0925<br> | |||
> The probe began to actively send back data. Finding something out of<br> | |||
> the ordinary, it dropped out of warp and continued at sublight speed.<br> | |||
> A visual scan slowly began to filter back to the Feynman, slong with<br> | |||
> the readings.<br> | |||
> There was a massive build up of Ion particles which the probe had picked up.<br> | |||
> "Sir, the Probe is begining to send us some data, I've got a visual." Tarrant reported.<br> | |||
> "On screen" Zane ordered.<br> | |||
> The image of the drifting freightor snapped off, and replaced with<br> | |||
> a vew of space. On the sides, technical readings were posted.<br> | |||
> It was very close to a nebula which seemed to be made up of a<br> | |||
> great number of gasses, most prvailent was hydrogen. Readings<br> | |||
> showed a slight gravity well inside. The probe would have normally<br> | |||
> veered off course to avoid it, but Tarrant sent a tight subspace<br> | |||
> command for it too stay on the pre-programmed path.<br> | |||
> Then something surprising. The readings began to show a fairly large build up of ions.<br> | |||
> "Sir, this Ion build up would indicate that this area of space was<br> | |||
> at one time heavily traveled." Observed Tarrant.<br> | |||
> "But from where, you said there are no planitary systems for<br> | |||
> many light years?" noted Cartwright from the helm.<br> | |||
> As if to answer him, the view on the screen began to dramaticly<br> | |||
> change. As if clouds of greenish dust began to appear, a<br> | |||
> wormhole began to take shape. Looking like an inverted tornado,<br> | |||
> the data showed that it was smaller than the one known in the<br> | |||
> Bajoran System.<br> | |||
> The little probe headed bravely into the wormhole, as it sent<br> | |||
> back its last few readings. They could only see the begining of<br> | |||
> the entrance before the tranmissions cut off, presumeably from<br> | |||
> the wormhole closing....<br> | |||
"Analysis?" Zane asked. "Was that a stable worm-hole?" | |||
The CEO seemed lost in thought as he sat at the engineering | |||
console staring at the multitude of information that was flashing across | |||
his screen. "I'd rather examine the probe's findings before I give a | |||
definite answer. There are many variables to be considered." | |||
"Very well. I want you to use all available resources and come | |||
up with a picture of that wormhold and the surrounding area of space." | |||
"Aye sir." Tarrant sent a copy of the probe's findings to the | |||
science station. Zane watched as, within a few seconds of receiving the | |||
file the ACSciO's face took on the same glassy look as the engineer's as | |||
information flashed across his console as well. This brought a smile to | |||
Zane's face. He got the same feeling whenever the holodeck got a new | |||
combat simulation. | |||
"Ah Mr. Koreth. Before you engulf yourself in your work I have a | |||
quick question for you. Will the ship out there be able to withstand a | |||
prolonged tractor lock at warp speeds?" | |||
Reluctantly Tarrant brought the image of the ship up on his | |||
display. "Planning on bringing the ship with us sir?" | |||
"No. The Away team will most likely be unable to learn all of | |||
the ship's secrets but I'm sure Fleet engineer's and historians will | |||
enjoy crawling all over it. If you feel it can handle it I'll ask | |||
EPSILON to send out a tug and have it towed in." | |||
Tarrant made a few quick calculations. "I don't see it as being | |||
a problem sir." | |||
"Good. Thank-you lieutenant, I'll leave you to your work." Zane | |||
walked down the ramp towards the viewscreen and stared at the ship for | |||
sometime. It's design was unlike anything he had ever seen but he found | |||
that if he stared at it enough he could see some of the same patterns as | |||
on comparable Kzin craft. That triggered a thought. | |||
"Zane to away team." | |||
[Maril here, go ahead.] | |||
"How is your progress commander." | |||
[We've surveyed the bridge...it was what you would expect, a lot | |||
of fried equipment. We got one of the bridge computers working for a few | |||
seconds and managed to view a captain's log. The log didn't contain any | |||
information of great importance but the picture did.] | |||
"Explain." | |||
[Sir, the inhabitants of this vessel were a feline race. It was | |||
hard to tell as the viewer was quite distorted but I'd say they were | |||
somewhere between a Sivoan and a Kzinti.] | |||
"I see." The revelation seemed to confirm a thought that had | |||
developed in the back of his mind. "Are you still on the bridge?" | |||
[No sir, we are beginning to head below decks. We're trying to | |||
track down some energy readings. Have you be able to find anything?] | |||
"Yes, Mr. Koreth launched a probe back down the ships course and | |||
has discovered a small wormhole..." The two officers continued to | |||
discuss the findings for a few minutes. "...very well commander keep me | |||
updated. FEYNMAN out." | |||
Walking towards his ready room Zane looked to the CSO. | |||
"Lieutenant I'll be in my ready-room, you have the bridge." | |||
<nowiki>____________________________________________________________________________</nowiki><br> | |||
Scene: Ready-room<br> | |||
It had been almost 3 hours since Zane had eaten and his body, | |||
with is hypermetabolism was letting him know. "Large carafe of coffee, | |||
black, hot. Large bowl of Pasta Carbonera." Picking up the tray he set | |||
it down at his desk, poured himself a coffee and turned on his computer | |||
access screen. Sitting he accessed historical/anthroplogical files. | |||
It took some time but eventually he had narrowed the parameters | |||
enough to find what he had been looking for. The ship they had found had | |||
belonged to a felinoid race known as the Cesahata. It was not known | |||
where they orginated from, but there had been numerous archeological digs | |||
throughout this sector of space that had uncovered small settlements. | |||
Rumours pointed to similar findings inside Kzin borders. | |||
As was usually the case when little evidence was presented in a | |||
mystery so intriguing just about everyone had there own theory on the | |||
race. Ideas ranged from them being part of a parent race whose offshoots | |||
included the Kzin and possibly the Sivoans to such exaggerated claims | |||
that they were somesort of cosmic progenitor that moved from place to | |||
place seeding the systems with their genes. One thing was agreed upon, | |||
however, all of the settlements in this region, on both sides of the | |||
border, picked up and left at the same time with what seemed to be little | |||
warning. | |||
Scanning the lists of theories presented one name caught the | |||
captain's eye...Victor Fic. Fic was a noted scholar whose anthropological | |||
findings were required reading at the Academy. If anyone had a realistic | |||
take on this it would be him. Zane called up the file. He had to read | |||
it several times to get the full impact, as well as to understand some of | |||
the reasoning behind Fic's assumptions. Essentially he believed the Cesahala | |||
were a related race to the Kzin but their civilization was far removed | |||
from their cousins. A peaceful race, they stumbled across the Kzin | |||
several thousand years ago and tried to reconcile. The Kzin, a true | |||
warrior race were less interested in relations than using the superior | |||
technology to make weapons. Fearing that they were further corrupting a | |||
already savage race, the Cesahala withdrew and returned to their own | |||
space. | |||
The main problem with this theory, as Fic freely pointed out, was | |||
the Cesahala, lived on worlds that numbered in the thousands. Surely any | |||
grouping this large and close enough to find the Kzin would leave larger | |||
traces of itself. *The wormhole!* Zane thought. | |||
Flagging the file and sending it first to all the department | |||
heads and then posting it on the ship's BBS for general perusal the | |||
captain rose and headed for the bridge. There were still many pieces | |||
that were missing but at least they were starting to get a better grasp | |||
at the puzzle. Perhaps the away team would provide more answers. | |||
<<<NRPG>>><br> | |||
I had almost completed this yesterday morning and then my system | |||
crashed:( I hope it doesn't conflict with other posts but I haven't | |||
received anything that points to a problem so here goes...(I checked the | |||
newsgroup too.) | |||
Jason: I left the CSO with the bridge in case you needed to be elsewhere | |||
with your research | |||
Andy | |||