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<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: NOGURA Medical Emergency</h3>
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: NOGURA Medical Emergency</h3>
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Joseph Baker 2-1-1996</h4>
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Joseph Baker 2-1-1996</h4>
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Andy.
Andy.
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Krysa's Experience With the THING</h3>
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Shuttlebay</h3>
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Kristen Gant 2-14-1996</h4>
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Joseph Baker 2-14-1996</h4>
Stardate: 80214.1549 (OOXXOO) Happy Valentine's Day!!<br>
SD: 80214.2223<br>
MD: 1. 1015<br>
 
Jerran got up from his flight console as soon as Ensign Cartwright
arrived to take his place so that he could go down to the shuttledeck to
help with the investigation of PO Norris' accident.


Ens. Blayne Chesterton was sitting in the Counselor's Office, quite happy
He thought about it for a moment, thinking that it was probably some
with the turn of events. With Krysa being transferred up, she had control of
careless error, but he doubted if it was an error on WO Dunnon's part.
the counseling office. The post wasn't secure by any means. Starfleet was
He was one of his best, and most experienced shuttlepilots. You don't
well known for changing staff at a moments notice. But she had her fingers
rise to through the enlisted ranks to get to WO without being the best at
crossed. Perhaps her transfer orders and the orders for a new counselor
what you do.
would come across the Admiral's desk at the same time.


<Ens. Chesterton to the Shuttle Bay><br>
Jerran stepped out of the turbolift as it reached the shuttledeck. He
nodded to the security officer standing by the door as he walked through,
heading towards WO Dunnon and LTJG Charles.


Blayne jumped at the call. "On my way." Her first chance to prove that she
Jerran nodded to the CSO as he turned to Dunnon and said, "OK, what
could be useful. She quickly exited the office telling Crewman Cassey she
happened, Mr. Dunnon?"
would be back later.


Upon arriving in the Shuttle bay she found Lt. Jenn already there ahead of
"I don't know, sir. I was in the TOMONAGA carrying out those
her. She was a little disappointed that she wouldn't be doing this on her own.
modifications which you wanted when I heard the alarms going off telling
me that the door was openeing. Then, the atmospheric containment
forcefield shut off.


"Blayne, I'm glad you are here. I have to get ready for a banquet soon, so
"Lt. I swear that I double checked those systems just an hour ago, and
I'm not going to be able to help you with this one. Do you think you can
they were all five by five. There is no way that thing just opened by
handle the counseling end of this investigation?"
itself _and_ shut off the forcefield."


Blayne smiled, "Of course, Lt. You can count on me."
Jerran nodded as he glanced around the room saying, "Agreed."


"Good. Please just ask if any problems come up that you need help with
Charles shook his head and said, "I haven't found anything to suggest
okay." With that Jenn turned and left Blayne to her first assignment.
sabotage, Mr. Jerran. This place is as clean as Dr. Tok's OR."


Lt.(j.g) Charles walked up to her. "Ens. Chesterton. We are sure that this
"What about the sensor systems? Why did they cut off?"
is a murder investigation, so I'm not sure what you can do, but Lt. Jenn
insisted that you be included."


He went on to fill her in on what events had happened.
"Lt. Korreth's engineers are still looking into it."


Scene: Corridor<br>
As if on cue, one of the yellow shirted engineers who were rummaging
through an access panel in one of the walls came running up to the
lieutenants and said, "Sir! I think I've found something!"


Krysa headed toward the turbolift. As she walked down the corridor, the
Charles turned to the crewman and said, "What did you find?"
empiness and the silence began to get to her. It had never bothered her
before. She couldn't understand why it did now.


She stopped to listen. There had to be something. Some noise coming from
"Well, sir, just about anyone could have disabled the sensors, but it is
something. It dawned on her that she didn't even hear the normal empathic
certain that they were sabotaged. It was simply a matter of crosswiring
noise she usually did when surrounded by so many living beings on a
the sensor power systems into the sensor output. Textbook case. Works
starship. It was like there was a hole on the telepathic level. She wondered
everytime."
if something was wrong. Was she losing the abilities that she had left?


She hurried to the turbolift. "Sickbay," she muttered not liking the
Lt. Charles wasn't too happy about a sabour getting away with murder,
emptiness she was feeling. The turbolift stopped, and she rushed out almost
literaly, on his shift. "We're going to have to tear this ship apart
tripping over a young ensign, on her way out.
till we've found that killer. And do it before anyone else gets hurt."


"Excuse me," she mumbled. The young man smiled and nodded. He moved to make
Jerran handed a PADD he was looking at over to WO Dunnon and said, "Yes,
room for her to pass, when Krysa felt the familiar rush of human feelings.
but we're not going to have time to do it now. We've got a first contact
She grabbed the ensigns hand, "Wait!"
to get ready for."


"Are you alright, Sir?" He asked.
"Mr Dunnon," Jerran said turning to the WO. "Give Lt. Charles' security
crew any help you can and keep me appraised of the investigation."


Krysa hugged the poor ensign, who she was sure thought she had gone mad. But
"Aye, aye, Lieutenant," said the WO two officers headed off the shuttlebay.
she didn't care. She could still feel them, she hadn't lost it. Then she
sobered slightly wondering what had happened down on the other level.


As if suddenly remembering the man she was hugging, she let him go
***
embarrassed. "I'm so sorry, ensign. I'm just so glad to feel you!" Regaining
Scene: Corridor, Sr. Officers' Deck
her composure she continued her trek to Sickbay. She thought perhaps she
should still get this checked out. She definately never wanted to experience
that again.


Regards,<br>
Lt. Jerran wasn't too happy about the murder of CPO Norris, to say the
Lt. Krysa Jenn<br>
least, and his disposition didn't improve over the idea of having to put
****<br>
on his dress uniform yet again. Even though his mother was a diplomat,
NRPG: My thought here is that whatever this thing is it lives on fear, so it
and she had made him come to many diplomatic functions while growing up,
creates an empathic hollow of a sort around it. Krysa, not having full use
he was neither good at it nor did he very much enjoy it.
of telepathic abilities can't sense it, just the empathic hollow. Okay, I
know there is a bit of a stretch making a distinction between telepathic and
empathic abilities, but I thought it would make things interesting<EG>


Kristen
As he walked down the corridor, it dawned on him just how quiet it was in
(AKA - Dr. Janna Swansen, CMO, USS Bismarck, ASR)<br>
the middle of a shift. Most people on Beta and Gamma shifts were asleep
(AKA - Lt. Krysa Jenn, Ops/2O, USS Feynman, ASR)<br>
right now, or otherwise off duty, and so the corridor was almost
(AKA - Ens. Ainese Kev, CSciO, USS Magellan, WW)<br>
disserted.
(AKA - Bree, Broken Lands, WW)<br>
(AKA - Darlea & Makayla, Dragon Lands, WW)<br>
(AKA - Dr. Darla Shane, CMO, Starbase 109, UFPI)<br>
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Investigating and Dressing</h3>
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Colby D. Beck 2-15-1996</h4>
Scene: Jordan's quarters<br>


Jordan reviewed the PADD containing the results of the investigation so far.
Suddenly, Jerran felt something in the back of his mind, something very
Having someone die on his watch was bad enough but a murder was unheard of.
similar to the presense he had felt a couple of days ago near the
As he put on that hideous dress uniform, he thought about some things.
holodeck. He stopped dead in his tracks, turning to scan the corridor
behind him. There was nothing there, but he could still feel it.


"Jordan to Mancuso"
Jerran tapped his badge and said, "Computer, scan the deck for any
(Mancuso here, go ahead)
non-FEYNMAN life readings."


"Chief, about this murder. Find out from engineering how many people aboard
<No anomolous life readings detected.>
the ship could have crossed those wires. Its a long shot, but maybe the
procedure wasn't that easy."


(Aye Aye Sir)
*That's not right,* he thought to himself. *Something is here.*


"Jordan to Lt. Williams."
Jerran pulled out a small type I phaser, setting it to heavy stun, as he
walked cautiously down the corridor. He came up to a bend in the
corridor, and stood flush against the wall as he prepared to turn the
corner. When he did, he almost scared the life out of a crewman as he
came along and saw the half Vulcan FCO with his phaser drawn.


(Williams here)
"Is there... uhh... something wrong, Lt?" The young man stammered.


"Lt. please report to my quarters."
"No, crewman," Jerran said. "Just a tactical excercise. Just go about
your business."


(Now?)
"Yes, sir," he said, as he continued walking down the corridor.


"Yes now." Jordan thought he might like this.
Jerran took another glance down the hallway as he continued back over to
his quarters. Whatever it was, the presense had left when the crewman
had arrived. If Jerran disliked murder investigations and diplomatic
functions, he definitely detested being stalked.


The Marine CO walked into the quarters a few minutes later looking somewhat
***
quizzidly at Jordan's dress uniform.
Well, my hibrid friend. It appears yo uare going to cause a lot of
trouble. Not only do you have some unforseen advantages, but you also
seem to be most paranoid. All the more fun, though, as I toy with you
untill I decide it is time for you to die. Oh, and you will most
certainly die, along with the rest of the crew of this tiny ship.


"Lt. As you know, the remaining Marines aboard the Feynman have been put
Ah, but wait. What's this? New ships? Ahhhh, you've brought me more
under Security control. That means my control. Now, we've had an incident
victims to toy with. So much the better!
in the Carbo Bay. I want you to start a roving patrol of the decks and post
guards outside the critical areas of the ship except the Bridge. Have the
rotation schedule on my desk by the time I'm ready to hit the sack tonight."


"But..." The Jarhead tried to cut in.
<NRPG>
Oooooo, this is getting fun <G>


"Thats all Lt. I have to go. Dismissed."
As for that wormhole, I don't know how it got there so fast. It just
popped up out of no where ;)
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* I love my classes!              *  jbaker@deans2.cas.usf.edu *
* I've got a crazy teacher,        ******************************
* Who wears dark glasses.          *  LTJG Jerran Terel        *
* Things are goin' great,          *  Flight Control Officer    *
* And they're only gettin' better! *  USS Feynman/NCC-66000    *
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<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Krysa's Experience With the THING</h3>
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Kristen Gant 2-14-1996</h4>
Stardate: 80214.1549 (OOXXOO) Happy Valentine's Day!!<br>
MD: 1. 1015<br>


Williams stalked out of the room. Jordan did like that. He may actually be
Ens. Blayne Chesterton was sitting in the Counselor's Office, quite happy
able to handle this first contact now.
with the turn of events. With Krysa being transferred up, she had control of
the counseling office. The post wasn't secure by any means. Starfleet was
well known for changing staff at a moments notice. But she had her fingers
crossed. Perhaps her transfer orders and the orders for a new counselor
would come across the Admiral's desk at the same time.


Lt.(jg) Jordan Charles<br>
<Ens. Chesterton to the Shuttle Bay><br>


<<NRPG>><br>
Blayne jumped at the call. "On my way." Her first chance to prove that she
could be useful. She quickly exited the office telling Crewman Cassey she
would be back later.
 
Upon arriving in the Shuttle bay she found Lt. Jenn already there ahead of
her. She was a little disappointed that she wouldn't be doing this on her own.
 
"Blayne, I'm glad you are here. I have to get ready for a banquet soon, so
I'm not going to be able to help you with this one. Do you think you can
handle the counseling end of this investigation?"
 
Blayne smiled, "Of course, Lt. You can count on me."
 
"Good. Please just ask if any problems come up that you need help with
okay." With that Jenn turned and left Blayne to her first assignment.
 
Lt.(j.g) Charles walked up to her. "Ens. Chesterton. We are sure that this
is a murder investigation, so I'm not sure what you can do, but Lt. Jenn
insisted that you be included."
 
He went on to fill her in on what events had happened.
 
Scene: Corridor<br>
 
Krysa headed toward the turbolift. As she walked down the corridor, the
empiness and the silence began to get to her. It had never bothered her
before. She couldn't understand why it did now.


Andy: Not sure if Jordan was invited to this shindig, but hes an
She stopped to listen. There had to be something. Some noise coming from
ex-boyscout so hes prepared.
something. It dawned on her that she didn't even hear the normal empathic
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noise she usually did when surrounded by so many living beings on a
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starship. It was like there was a hole on the telepathic level. She wondered
: Colby D. Beck                                "I am Not a  :
if something was wrong. Was she losing the abilities that she had left?
: cdbeck@interaccess.com                      Merry Man!!" :
 
: http://homepage.interaccess.com/~cdbeck          -Lt. Worf:
She hurried to the turbolift. "Sickbay," she muttered not liking the
emptiness she was feeling. The turbolift stopped, and she rushed out almost
tripping over a young ensign, on her way out.
 
"Excuse me," she mumbled. The young man smiled and nodded. He moved to make
room for her to pass, when Krysa felt the familiar rush of human feelings.
She grabbed the ensigns hand, "Wait!"
 
"Are you alright, Sir?" He asked.
 
Krysa hugged the poor ensign, who she was sure thought she had gone mad. But
she didn't care. She could still feel them, she hadn't lost it. Then she
sobered slightly wondering what had happened down on the other level.
 
As if suddenly remembering the man she was hugging, she let him go
embarrassed. "I'm so sorry, ensign. I'm just so glad to feel you!" Regaining
her composure she continued her trek to Sickbay. She thought perhaps she
should still get this checked out. She definately never wanted to experience
that again.
 
Regards,<br>
Lt. Krysa Jenn<br>
****<br>
NRPG: My thought here is that whatever this thing is it lives on fear, so it
creates an empathic hollow of a sort around it. Krysa, not having full use
of telepathic abilities can't sense it, just the empathic hollow. Okay, I
know there is a bit of a stretch making a distinction between telepathic and
empathic abilities, but I thought it would make things interesting<EG>
 
Kristen
(AKA - Dr. Janna Swansen, CMO, USS Bismarck, ASR)<br>
(AKA - Lt. Krysa Jenn, Ops/2O, USS Feynman, ASR)<br>
(AKA - Ens. Ainese Kev, CSciO, USS Magellan, WW)<br>
(AKA - Bree, Broken Lands, WW)<br>
(AKA - Darlea & Makayla, Dragon Lands, WW)<br>
(AKA - Dr. Darla Shane, CMO, Starbase 109, UFPI)<br>
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Investigating and Dressing</h3>
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Colby D. Beck 2-15-1996</h4>
Scene: Jordan's quarters<br>
 
Jordan reviewed the PADD containing the results of the investigation so far.
Having someone die on his watch was bad enough but a murder was unheard of.
As he put on that hideous dress uniform, he thought about some things.
 
"Jordan to Mancuso"
(Mancuso here, go ahead)
 
"Chief, about this murder. Find out from engineering how many people aboard
the ship could have crossed those wires. Its a long shot, but maybe the
procedure wasn't that easy."
 
(Aye Aye Sir)
 
"Jordan to Lt. Williams."
 
(Williams here)
 
"Lt. please report to my quarters."
 
(Now?)
 
"Yes now." Jordan thought he might like this.
 
The Marine CO walked into the quarters a few minutes later looking somewhat
quizzidly at Jordan's dress uniform.
 
"Lt. As you know, the remaining Marines aboard the Feynman have been put
under Security control. That means my control. Now, we've had an incident
in the Carbo Bay. I want you to start a roving patrol of the decks and post
guards outside the critical areas of the ship except the Bridge. Have the
rotation schedule on my desk by the time I'm ready to hit the sack tonight."
 
"But..." The Jarhead tried to cut in.
 
"Thats all Lt. I have to go. Dismissed."
 
Williams stalked out of the room. Jordan did like that. He may actually be
able to handle this first contact now.
 
Lt.(jg) Jordan Charles<br>
 
<<NRPG>><br>
 
Andy: Not sure if Jordan was invited to this shindig, but hes an
ex-boyscout so hes prepared.
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: http://homepage.interaccess.com/~cdbeck          -Lt. Worf:
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<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Ready to be Diplomatic</h3>
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Kristen Gant 2-15-1996</h4>
Stardate: 80215.1421<br>
Scene: Sickbay<br>
MD: 1:1100<br>
Krysa walked into Sickbay and was met by Nurse Tamy.
"Good afternoon, can I help you." she asked.
"I just had a really strange experience and would like to see the doctor
about it." Nurse Tamy explained that Dr. Tok was on the bridge, but that Dr.
T'Kin was available.
Krysa told the Vulcan what had happened to her. With no feeling at all the
Doctor listened to Krysa's story and began to run some neural scans. The
exam took only about 15 minutes.
"There is nothing wrong with you, Lt. I can not explain what happened, nor
can I promise you that it will not happen again. It is most likely related
to your accident during adolesance."
"So why is it just happening now?"
"Perhaps due to the number of telepathic experiences that you have had
recently. You did mention the incident with Lt. Jarren. Possibly you were
overloaded."
"Are you saying I 'shorted out' for a while?"
"Very likely." Said the Vulcan matter of factly. "If you do not have any
other questions, you are free to go. I do not think it will be a problem for
you."
Feeling not quite satisfied, but also not having the time to argue, Krysa
nodded and headed for her quarters to prepare for the banquet. She tried to
put the experience out of her mind, hoping that it wouldn't happen again.
Scene: Transporter Room
Krysa joined the other officers in their dress uniforms in the transporter
room to await the okay for beam out to the other ship. She still enjoyed
diplomatic functions despite the uncomfortable dress uniforms.
Regards,<br>
Lt. Krysa Jenn, Ops/2O<br>
****<br>
NRPG: Lysle, I hope I used T'Kin properly.<br>
Jason, Hope this was a good out for you villian<G> I am glad I didn't screw
anything up for you.
Andy, When do we get to beam over??
--------------------------------------------------------------------------
Kristen and Scott Gant<br>
http://homepage.interaccess.com/~sgant/gant.htm<br>
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<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Transporter Room</h3>
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Joseph Baker 2-15-1996</h4>
SD: 80215.1637<br>
Ltjg Jerran stood in the transporter room patiently waiting for the other
officers to arrive in order that they may all beam over to the alien
ship, the RESOLUTE. He was glad to see that Lt. Jenn was one of the
first to arrive, as he would finally have a chance to talk with her about
his recent experiences.
"Lieutenant, could I have a word with you for a moment?"
"Sure, Terri," she said as she stood up on the transporter pad with him.
Jerran gave a look to the transporter chief that told him that this was
to be a private conversation, so the chief took the opportunity to go
check on the pattern buffers.
"What's the matter? You look a little shaken by something?" she said.
He raised an eyebrow and said, "That's funny. I was just about to say
the same thing about you."
"The truth is that I think I've been having some really bad mental
reactions to that little bump I got on my head in the NOGURA. The other
day when I was walking to the holodeck in the stardrive section, I could
have sworn that I felt something, someone, following me. Some sort of a
very strong telepathic presense. And then it happened again today just a
little while ago when I was walking to my quarters. I almost shot at a
crewman who was walking by."
"What kind of telepathic presense do you think this is?"
"I don't know. I just felt something there. Something that wasn't
normal. Now usually, I'm just a touch telepath. It takes something
really strong to get me to sense it over that much distance. Unless, of
course, this is just some sort of halucination brought about by that
accident in the runabout."
Jenn thought for a minute and said, "It just might be related, then."
"What might be related?" asked Jerran.
"I've been having some strange empathic perceptions lately, also. Mine
were more like a hole of some sort where I just couldn't sense anything
at all, not even the usual background emotions of the crew. I almost
thought that I had lost my empathic abilities. Maybe that mind link we
shared on the NOGURA had more of an effect on the two of us than we thought."
Jerran still didn't look convinced as he said, "I don't know. It just
seemed so real. And then there was CPO Norris little accident in the
shuttlebay."
"Do you think they could be connected? That would mean that there is
something on the ship that is capable of murdering one of our crewmen."
Just then, the rest of the officers filed in, their dress uniforms neatly
pressed, moving to step onto the transporter pads with Jerran and Jenn.
<NRPG><br>
Get the straight jackets ready. Krysa and Jerran are ready for the funny
farm ;)
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*****************************************************************
* I study nuclear science!        *  jobaker@chuma.cas.usf.edu *
* I love my classes!              *  jbaker@deans2.cas.usf.edu *
* I've got a crazy teacher,        ******************************
* Who wears dark glasses.          *  LTJG Jerran Terel        *
* Things are goin' great,          *  Flight Control Officer    *
* And they're only gettin' better! *  USS Feynman/NCC-66000    *
*****************************************************************
* Joseph W. Baker                                              *
* Physics Major, College of Arts and Sciences                  *
* University of South Florida                                  *
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<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Ready Room-->Transporter Room</h3>
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by
Andrew Catterick 2-16-1996</h4>
SD:80216.0830<br>
MD:1.1240<br>
"Captains log stardate 80216.1240.....<br>
We are preparing to beam over to the RESOLUTE and I must admit
that I am a little nervous at the prospect of conducting the first
diplomatic exchange with beings of another galaxy. Although they seem to
have the best of intentions and are generally interested in setting up
some sort of contacts between our two peoples I know that I am not a
diplomat. I do not have the patience for flowery language and the wink
and nod deal making that goes with it. I am hoping that the officers of
the RESOLUTE, as naval officers, will be of the same feeling, at least
then I will have some time to ease into this before meeting with their
world's leaders and ambassadors. At least I can rely on my second
officer, her diplomatic training as well as her empathic abilities will
be of great service. And of course if worse comes to worse we can
release Dr. Tok on them. Surely they have never experienced converation
with a Bolian!
The investigation into the shuttlebay incident has turned up some
alarming findings but unfortunately little in they way of answers. To be
honest I would rather forgo this banquet and concentrate our efforts on
this problem. But diplomacy takes precedence.....
I am pleased to note that Lieutenant Fobok has been returned to
active duty and will be joining us on the RESOLUTE. I am still in the
dark as to what actually happened to the science officer but the doctor
has assured me it has passed and that is all the answer I need.
Nervousness aside I am looking forward to meeting my counterpart,
much as my officers seem eager to meet theirs. An exchange of this sort
can only benefit each party and I look forward to the technologies and
culture we can share. Perhaps if all goes well we will be able to return
to the Federation with a Cesphalian delegation aboard. Who knows maybe
the admiral would even crack a smile over that one."
_________________________________________________________________________<br>
Scene: Transporter Room<br>
As Zane walked in he couldn't help but smile. They all looked
quite uncomfortable in their dress uniforms. Everyone hated them but
they were never changed. Stepping up to the pad he turned to face the
operator. "Energize."
________________________________________________________________________<br>
Scene: RESOLUTE<br>
As the FEYNMAN officers materialized the first thing they noticed
was the extremely dry, hot air that surrounded him. Zane felt his throat
constrict and his eyes begin to burn. Still he and the officers managed
to display little discomfort as they looked across to the feline officers
waiting their arrival. Tauk strode forward, saluted and gestured for the
FEYNMAN officers to step down. "Welcome to the RESOLUTE officers of the
Federation."
"Thank you captain." Zane replied. "Allow me to introduce my
officers..." For the next few minutes both captains presented their
officers to each other. It was a diplomatic necessity but a laborious one.
""Let me apologize for the harsh environment....we have lowered
the temperature as much as we can safely do but I realize it must still
be very hot for you. You will be pleased to know that my engineer has
managed to redirect air currents in the banquest hall so that your side
of the table will be under the flow of a cooler, moist air. I hope this
will be to your satisfaction."
Zane smiled and nodded politiely to the engineer as he tried to
come up with the proper response to Tauk. Before doing so, however, Tauk
continued. "Captain I hope you will not mind but my officers and I are
not diplomats and if you pardon my saying I don't think you are either.
We are all soldiers let us talk like them and dispense with this
nonsense. Agreed?"
Zane laughed. "Agreed!"
Tauk gestured towards the door. "Shall we."
<<<NRPG>>>
Okay have fun!
Jason: I know there are a few marines floating around that no one will miss.
Andy.-->Who is happy that ASR can distract him from some really bad
essays he is forced to mark.
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Meeting New People</h3>
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Colby D. Beck 2-16-1996</h4>
As Jordan materalized on the Resolute, he immediately went into "security"
mode. He was not pleased that the Captain would place himself in a totally
unknown situation. It was bad enough that there was a murder on his watch,
but now the Captain had put himself into a potentially dangerous situation.
Well, he is a security guy, so he can handle himself Jordan hoped. After
all the introductions had been completed, Jordan gravitated toward his
conterpart on board the Resolute. Overall, he was impressed by the size and
power contained in this ship. Jordan knew that in a firefight, the Feynman
may be able to handle one of these ships, if he got a surprise hit in, but
with five ships, he knew the Feynman lived or died at the whim of these
people. That little thought brought chills to Jordan's spine.
"So tell me, what exactly can this ship do?" Jordan asked.
"No no no, no talk about work. This is a party. We must enjoy ourselves
while we can. There will be plenty of time for you to see what this ship
can do."
With that Jordan saw the rest of the assembled crews move down a corridor.
Lt.(jg) Jordan Charles
<<NRPG>><br>
All: Hmm...I wonder what that little comment meant.
Oh..BTW it wasn't Jordan who almost blew the crewman away in the corridor<br>
because of the hibeejibees and our evil little friend.<br>
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<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Diplomatic Function</h3>
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Joseph Baker 2-17-1996</h4>
SD: 80217.0012<br>
As Lt. Jerran beamed over to the RESOLUTE, the first thing he noticed,
like the rest of the crew, was the intense heat and dryness of the air on
the alien ship. It reminded him of the many times he had visited Vulcan
with his mother and the time that he spent at the Science Academy.
Therefor, he was actually one of the only Starfleet officers there who
wasn't uncomfortable by the atmosphere caused by the life support
systems. He was, however, still quite nervous about the atmosphere of
the diplomatic function itself.
One of the cat-like crewmen came up to him and graciously introduced
himself as the helmsman of the RESOLUTE, a position that Jerran could
definitely relate to.
Jerran was just about to start asking his counterpart about the
navigational systems of these ships, when the other helmsman said, "Oh,
no. Mr. Jerran. Tonight is a night of celebration. We can talk about
ships later."
Jerran was disappointed by the response, but followed the alien helmsman,
whose name was Fiera, to the buffet table, where Lt. Jenn was already
sampling some of the dishes.
"Enjoying yourself, Lt?" asked Fiera.
"Oh, yes," she replied. "You have some of the most interesting culinary
samples that I've been able to try out in a while. Much better than our
own replicated food on the Feynman."
"Ackkk! You eat replicated food?! We would never desicrate our bodies
with such artificial filth!" said the felenoid helmsman, somewhat
insulted by the idea, and definitely more than a little revolted.
Jerran tried to be diplomatic as he said, "We only eat replicated foods
so as to keep our cargo weight down, so that we are able to make more
extended voyages. Our ships just aren't big enough to carry real food."
Fiera walked over to the buffet and put some sort of meat on his plate as
he said, "We gladly saccrifice range for decent food. It's almost
saccrilige for us to anything that isn't fresh. That's why all our
foodstuffs are carried live on our ship."
Jerran and Jenn quickly were able to figure out by the alien helmsman's
next statement that his training was definitely not in diplomacy as he
said, "And that's usually how it's served," popping the food into his
mouth with some disdain.
He then smiled widely, baring a nice set of sharp teeth, to them as he said,
"But, of course, we make certain concesions for guests."
Jerran wasn't sure how he liked the intonation with which Fiera used the
word "guest," and he was just now starting to notice how really warm it
was in the room...
<NRPG>
Anyone ever see the Twilight Zone where some aliens come to Earth to take
some of them back to their home, and they give them a book entitled "How
to Serve Mankind?" which turned out, when translated, to be a cookbook? <EG>
Yeah, I know, real corny, but hey, it's just a suggestion <VEG>
And remember, the temperature isn't so bad. It's the dry heat :)
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* I study nuclear science!        *  jobaker@chuma.cas.usf.edu *
* I love my classes!              *  jbaker@deans2.cas.usf.edu *
* I've got a crazy teacher,        ******************************
* Who wears dark glasses.          *  LTJG Jerran Terel        *
* Things are goin' great,          *  Flight Control Officer    *
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<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Resolute</h3>
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Max Felsher 2-17-1996</h4>
SD 80217.0130<br>
MD 1.1300<br>
Transporter Room<br>
"An intruder?" Lt. Commander Maril questioned Lt.<jg> Fobok.
"Yes, sir. My son, Matt, just told me about something that...threatened him.
He says it said, 'You will all die.' He isn't making this up, sir. I
performed a mind meld with him. He is telling the truth, sir," Fobok
responded.
"You understand, Lieutenant, that I am Tioth without a weapon unless you get
some more information. However, I will tell Lieutenant Charles to put Security
on further alert."
<<<<Maril's right, B.J. :) There's not much he can do right now. Anyway, this
next portion is after they've beamed onto the Resolute.>>>><br>
Maril, like most of the others, noticed the very hot, dry atmosphere as soon
as they beamed aboard. He soon found his counterpart, the Resolute's
2nd-in-command, a rather thin felinoid with a look of alertness in his eyes.
"Hello, my name is Ixava. And you?"
"Lieutenant Commander Onta Maril. This is a nice ship. Are all of your
ships the same?"
"Why worry about the ships right now? I'm sure you'd like some of this Steci
vulture."
"Well, I think I will venture into the mountains."
The Cesphalian, while appearing to understand, had a look of surprise on his
face. Maril walked over to Commander Zane to talk.
"Zane, have you noticed that the Cesphalians are a little...evasive?" Maril
tried to keep his voice down.
"Yes, but let's give them a chance, Onta," Zane also spoke in a low voice.
"Very well."
<<<<Hmmm...let's see. Pliers, no. Hammer, throw it away. Ahhh, here it is.
The wrench. :) Okay, what would be the best way to throw it into these works.
:D >>>><br>
In another corner, Ixava and Tauk were talking. Suddenly, Ixava shouted,
"That wasn't what we agreed!"
All eyes turned towards the two. "Hahaha. We were just joking around," Tauk
attempted to cover up what had just happened.
The room returned, at least partially, to its former state of talking and
eating.
The sun has met the sea,<br>
Lt. Commander Onta Maril,<br>
First Officer, USS Feynman,<br>
aka Max Felsher<br>
NRPG:<br>
All:Okay, so it wasn't that much of a wrench. But this is probably just the
beginning. :) Oh, those who haven't sent in(or reminded me) your roatation, do
it. If you don't...well, you don't want to know. <evil laug
Jason:Enjoyed the evil shapeshifter. Sorry, I don't have any disposable NPC's
right now(but I could create some. ;) )
eyes.
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Resolute-->Home</h3>
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by
Andrew Catterick 2-18-1996</h4>
SD:80218.1400<br>
MD:1.1400<br>
Scene: RESOLUTE Banquet Room<br>
The banquet had continued for several hours and was, in fact,
beginning to wind down when the interruption from the RESOLUTE's bridge
came over the comm-link.
[Captain we are approaching home sector.]
"Secure from stardrive and follow procedure." Tauk replied.
[I obey.]
Tauk turned to his counterpart. "Well captain, regrettably, it
seems time for this feast to come to an end. There is much my officers
and I must do and I am sure there are things you and you officers must
attend to."
Zane stood, smiling. "I have enjoyed myself here very much but
you are correct. Duty calls."
Tauk summoned his first officer and instructed him to oversee
ship operations while Tauk escorted the FEYNMAN officers to the
transporter room.
________________________________________________________________________<br>
Scene: RESOLUTE transporter room<br>
As the FEYNMAN staff assembled on the pad Tauk turned to the transporter
operator. "It is time for your break. I will handle the transport.
Return in one deca."
The young officer looked at his captain suspiciously. "I obey."
Before the FEYNMAN officers had time to question Tauk's
intentions he had initiated transport. As the officers began to fade
Zane realized he was being held behind. Bounding down from the pad
and wishing he had concealed a weapon as his CSO had suggested he
confronted Tauk. "What is the meaning of this? What have you done with
my officers?"
Tauk raised a hand. "Forgive me captain but there was no other
way. I must speak with you unobserved." He patted the transporter. "Your
officers are safely stored. When I transport you back to your ship they
will materialize with you, not knowing what has transpired."
Zane was confused and said so.
"You maybe in danger captain, I had to warn you."
"Danger from what?"
"From my people."
"Perhaps we better start from the beginning..."
"I agree." Tauk took a deep breath and began...
"This is a galaxy does not have the numbers or diversity of
cultures which your own does. 4000 years ago we determined that there
were no more races to find. The civilization we had built was the only
one that could exist. It was our Golden Age. We were a peaceful race
with no fear of external threats we turned towards the pursuits of culture,
of knowledge. But then the wormhole was found and our worlds changed
forever. We discovered your galaxy and the races it contained. We
hungered for more knowledge. We became explorers.
Up until then we had led a sheltered existence but as the ideas,
and values of your galaxy's races began to filter back to our worlds
things began to change. Some were for our good but just as many became
detrimental to our society. Many argued that the
exploration and contact must stop. This group of isolationists became
very strong eventually rivalling thepower of the central authority.
Inevitably war broke out. It was a terrible war filled with
unspeakable atrocities. It ended our exploration but in so doing so
ended our civilization. We were plunged into a Dark Ages that was to
last for almost 2000 years.
Slowly we began to rebuild, to reclaim what once was. And then
we rediscovered the wormhole. And again the debate raged. It was
reasoned that we had learned from our mistakes that we could not remain
in isolation. We would explore but would do so slowly. We sent out
probes and began to monitor your Federation. It seemed to mirror our own
notions of discovery and peace. Many wanted to contact you, many did
not. Eventually it was agreed that the probe you found would be sent.
A probe that would take centuries to reach you..."
"But we found it too soon." Zane concluded.
"Yes. It was hoped by the time we made contact the isolationist
elements would have lost their support. They have not. They pervade
our society, and I embarassed to say that the navy...my ship...reflects
this. There are many who argue the wormhole should be destroyed. But
now you are here and that complicates things. It is one thing to destroy
the wormhole. It is another to murder. My people are very passionate
and our ancestors were very brutal. After the lessons of the Civil War
we have learned to curb our violent passions but they are there.
And you must be wary of them."
"What of your government? Where do they stand?" Zane asked.
"Our leader favours contact but many of his ministers do not. He
must show that contact does not threaten it helps. You must remember
this in your negotiations. But we have lingered too long I must return
you before some of my officers become suspicious."
______________________________________________________________________<br>
Scene: Transporter Room. USS FEYNMAN<br>
Has soon as the group had fully materialized Zane turned to
Onta. "Commander I want a staff briefing in the Observation Lounge in 20
minutes."
"Aye sir."
Zane exited the room leaving his surprised officers behind. He
had much to consider.
_______________________________________________________________________<br>
Scene: Observation Lounge<br>
Having filled his officers in on his secret discussion with Tauk
Zane addressed them. "I am quite frankly at a lost and I value your
observations and suggestions on this matter with the Cesephalians and the
unexplained happenings on this ship. We will be arriving at their home
world in 3 hours and I would like a better understanding before we do so."
He turned to face the officer who spoke first."
<<<NRPG>>>
Hmmmm......:)
Andy.
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Some Thoughts on the Monster on the Frieghter</h3>
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Kristen Gant 2-19-1996</h4>
Stardate: 80219.0326<br>
Scene: Observation Lounge<br>
"That makes some sense in what I was sensing from them, sir. I sensed that
Tauk really saw our arrival as something good. I felt the same thing from a
few others, including Ceale the Diplomacy Officer. However, some were
cautious of us... and there were a few who were downright hostile. I wasn't
sure what to make of it, but now it makes sense." Lt. Jenn told them.
The Captain nodded.
"Sir, I am curious about the probe now, however. Perhaps the isolationists
got a hold of it to sabotage the exploration efforts." suggested Jordan.
"It looks like they sabotaged themselves. We found them all dead down in the
Cargo hold," grunted Dr. Tok.
"While we don't know for sure what they were carrying, they obviously knew.
From the little bit we got from their computers, we know that they were
terrified of what was down there." agreed Krysa.
"So you think the creature was sent to destroy us, but it got out and
destroyed them?" asked Zane.
"It makes sense."
"Anyone have anything else?"
Regards,<br>
Lt. Krysa Jenn, Ops/2O<br>
****
NRPG: Just a few thoughts I've been throwing around. I hope you don't mind
me handing them out to your characters. I didn't want Jenn to dominate the
conversation<G>
Kristen<br>
(AKA - Dr. Janna Swansen, CMO, USS Bismarck, ASR)<br>
(AKA - Lt. Krysa Jenn, Ops/2O, USS Feynman, ASR)<br>
(AKA - Ens. Ainese Kev, CSciO, USS Magellan, WW)<br>
(AKA - Bree, Broken Lands, WW)<br>
(AKA - Darlea & Makayla, Dragon Lands, WW)<br>
(AKA - Dr. Darla Shane, CMO, Starbase 109, UFPI)<br>
http://homepage.interaccess.com/~sgant/kris.htm<br>
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Observation Lounge</h3>
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Max Felsher 2-19-1996</h4>
SD 80219.1600(GMT)<br>
MD 1.1500<br>
Observation Lounge<br>
"Captain, I advise that we stand by on Yellow Alert, as we do not know if the
Cesphalians will be Beveni with gates opened or closed," Lt. Commander Maril
suggested to Commander Zane.
"I agree, Captain," Lt.<jg> Charles seconded. "We wouldn't stand a chance
against the ships we met at the wormhole, much less their whole fleet. We have
to be ready to get back to the wormhole quickly if we need to. I'd also like
to keep a transporter lock on you and Lieutenant Jenn, Captain."
"Captain, it appeared that many of Tauk's officers were isolationists. Also,
Tauk mentioned that a good deal of the government ministers do not support
meeting with us. It may be that we are fighting a battle against the wind,
sir," Maril observed.
"Captain, I think we should send a shuttlecraft...or something back to the
Federation. I mean, for all they know, we've been destroyed. It would
probably help us, too, since they could send a diplomatic team over here,"
Lt.<jg> Jerran suggested.
"Well...."
The sun has met the sea,<br>
Lt. Commander Onta Maril,<br>
First Officer, USS Feynman,<br>
aka Max Felsher<br>
NRPG:<br>
All:I know it's short, but it's my perspective on things right now. I might<br>
add to this later.<br>
Andy:They're all just ideas. :)<br>
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Observation Lounge (Cont.)</h3>
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Kristen Gant 2-19-1996</h4>
>"Captain, I think we should send a Shuttlecraft... or something back<br>
>to the Federation. I mean, for all they know, we've been destroyed.<br>
>It would probably help us, too, since they could send a diplomatic<br>
>team over here," Lt.<jg> Jerran suggested.<br>
>"Well...."<br>
>Tok jumped in, "Captain, with all due respect, I fear that sending a<br>
>single shuttle craft back through the wormhole may be dangerous. Not only<br>
>is there a possiblity of hostile encounters on the other side before the<br>
>crew reaches a Starbase, but there is some question as to whether the<br>
>runabout would even hold up under the stress of the wormhole. It<br>
>certainly shook up the Feynman. Furthermore, in my discussions with the<br>
>Cesphalians , I found that I didn't understand everything that they were<br>
>meaning to communicate and I doubt that I did the same. There is no<br>
>telling how they may interpret a runabout heading through the wormhole,<br>
>especially if they are as xenophobic as we believe."<br>
Stardate: 80219.1908<br>
"Sir, I have to agree with Dr. Tok on this one. It seems to me that if we
send back a Shuttlecraft, it could be seen as a threat to the isolationists.
The don't want the Federation nosing around. They might just go ahead and
try to destroy the shuttle." Jenn said, "I think it would be putting the
Shuttlecraft in danger. Along with the rest of us."
"Yes, but we could be in danger anyway... And if Starfleet doesn't know what
happened to us, we could be sitting ducks." Jarren voiced.
"I would think that they will come looking for us. Isn't it likely that
since we found the wormhole another ship would find it as well?"
Regards,<br>
Lt. Krysa Jenn, Ops/2O<br>
****<br>
NRPG: I'm glad I checked my mail, guess I was going to send something very<br>
similar to Lysle's post. So here it is, just a little changed:)<br>
Kristen<br>
(AKA - Dr. Janna Swansen, CMO, USS Bismarck, ASR)<br>
(AKA - Lt. Krysa Jenn, Ops/2O, USS Feynman, ASR)<br>
(AKA - Ens. Ainese Kev, CSciO, USS Magellan, WW)<br>
(AKA - Bree, Broken Lands, WW)<br>
(AKA - Darlea & Makayla, Dragon Lands, WW)<br>
(AKA - Dr. Darla Shane, CMO, Starbase 109, UFPI)<br>
http://homepage.interaccess.com/~sgant/kris.htm<br>
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Observation Lounge (Cont.)</h3>
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by
Andrew Catterick 2-19-1996</h4>
SD: 80219.0915<br>
MD: 11430<br>
> Scene: Observation Lounge<br>
> "That makes some sense in what I was sensing from them, sir. I sensed that<br>
> Tauk really saw our arrival as something good. I felt the same thing from a<br>
> few others, including Ceale the Diplomacy Officer. However, some were<br>
> cautious of us... and there were a few who were downright hostile. I wasn't<br>
> sure what to make of it, but now it makes sense." Lt. Jenn told them.<br>
The Captain nodded. "Good. I'm glad you and their diplomacy officer
got along so well. I want you to accompany me to the planet surface to
aid in hte negotiation with the Cesphalian leadership. Your insights,
and empathic abilities will be most helpful helpful."
"Tauk has agreed to give us limited access to his ship's computer
so we can acquaint ourselves better with their culture, history and
diplomacy. Lieutenant, when this meeting ajourns I want you to contact
your counterpart on the RESOLUTE and find out as much as you can from him
and their computer."
"Understood." Jenn replied.
********
Andy.
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Bridge</h3>
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Max Felsher 2-20-1996</h4>
SD 80220.1700(GMT)<br>
MD 1.1700<br>
First Officer's Office<br>
Lt. Commander Maril sat in his office, thinking about what was to be done.
Commander Zane and Lt. Jenn would be transporting to the Cesphalian homeworld
soon. Although Maril wasn't a security officer, he couldn't help being
suspicious. After all, he had almost lost his life to something supposedly
created by the isolationists. He decided to head for the Bridge. As he stepped
in, he realized Lt. Jenn had the shift.
"You may leave," Maril relieved Jenn. "You need to get ready to beam down,
anyway."
"Thank you, Commander."
Maril sat back and looked around. "Lieutenant Fobok, please report to the
Bridge."
[I'm on my way, sir.]
As Lt.<jg> Fobok walked onto the Bridge, Maril asked, "Lieutenant, have you
noticed anything out of the ordinary about the Cesphalians' ships or anything
related?"
"Well, sir, their hulls are composed of rather reflective materials."
Just then, Mancuso called out, "Commander, the Resolute is powering up its
weapons!"
Ein reported, "Sir, the Resolute is hailing us."
"Captain to the Bridge," Maril said over the intercom. "On screen," he
ordered to Mancuso.
Ixava's face appeared. "Now, listen to me, you Federation ship--get out now,
or, or, I'll destroy you!"
"Where is Captain Tauk?" Maril asked.
"That's none of your business. Now, go before I destroy your ship!"
Maril signed to cut the communication. "Options?"
"We have very few, sir," Fobok observed.
The sun has met the sea,<br>
Lt. Commander Onta Maril,<br>
First Officer, USS Feynman,<br>
aka Max Felsher<br>
NRPG:<br>
All:Just moving the plot along. :)<br>
Andy:Didn't know if you wanted Zane to beam down beforehand or not. :)<br>
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Rock and a Hard Place</h3>
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Joseph Baker 2-22-1996</h4>
SD: 80222.0117<br>
MD: 1.1710 (?)<br>
Lt. Cmdr. Maril glared at the fleet of ships on the main viewscreen as
they approached the relatively puny USS FEYNMAN. "Hail them again, Mr.
Ein," he said to the AOPS.
"Channel open, sir."
"How dare you threaten us under a flag of truce, when in fact it was your
own people who invited us here!"
The Cesphalian captain looked even angrier as he came back on the screen
and said, "It was not `my people' who invited you here, Commander. You
have been given more than fair warning, now you will be destroyed!"
The FEYNMAN rocked violently as the lead Cesphalian sent in a volley of
energy beams. "Shields down to 75 percent, Commander!" shouted the CSO.
Lt. Koreth got back to his seat from where he was thrown by the shot and
said, "Structural integrity field down to 90 percent."
"Mr. Jerran, get us out of the area, best possible speed."
"Thrusters have been hit, sir, but I'll get us out," said the pilot as he
pulled the ship around a little bit faster than the design specs dictated
as safe, and brought up the impulse drive to full power.
"We can't just leave the Captain and the others, sir!" yelled Mr. Charles.
"We're not leaving anyone behind, Mr. Charles. Mr. Jerran. Plot a warp
jump that will take us around the system, out of the Cesphalian's scanner
range, and then back on the other side. I want you to come back out of
warp as close as possible to the system's primary. We'll then engage the
metaphasic shield and loiter there till we get a chance to come back
after the captain, Lt. Jenn, and Dr. Tok."
By the time the FO was done giving his instructions, the helmsman had
already plotted the course into the nav computer. "Course plotted and
laid in, sir."
Another shot hit the aft shields as Cmdr. Maril said, "Warp 9, engage!"
The warp drive nacelles of the Feynman pivoted into their warp flight
position as the ship shot off into warp speeds.
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* I study nuclear science!        *  jobaker@chuma.cas.usf.edu *
* I love my classes!              *  jbaker@deans2.cas.usf.edu *
* I've got a crazy teacher,        ******************************
* Who wears dark glasses.          *  LTJG Jerran Terel        *
* Things are goin' great,          *  Flight Control Officer    *
* And they're only gettin' better! *  USS Feynman/NCC-66000    *
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* Joseph W. Baker                                              *
* Physics Major, College of Arts and Sciences                  *
* University of South Florida                                  *
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