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<center><font style="font-size: 50px; font-stretch: expanded; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold; text-shadow: 4px 4px 4px black;">U.S.S. ''FEYNMAN'' NCC-66000<br> February 1996 Posts</font></center> | |||
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<font style="font-size: large; font-stretch: expanded; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">TOTAL FEBRUARY 1996 POSTS: 61</font> | |||
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<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> | |||
<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> | |||
SD: 80201.0811<br> | SD: 80201.0811<br> | ||
MD: 1.1445<br> | MD: 1.1445<br> | ||
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through the castle. The old man turned and dragged himself back to the | through the castle. The old man turned and dragged himself back to the | ||
door. "More guests to attend to." | door. "More guests to attend to." | ||
<<<ALL: Feel free to post your arrival and please add a little colour | <<<ALL: Feel free to post your arrival and please add a little colour | ||
and scen | and scen | ||
<nowiki>*********************************************************************</nowiki> | <nowiki>*********************************************************************</nowiki><br> | ||
Scene:Main Briefing, Castle library<br> | Scene:Main Briefing, Castle library<br> | ||
Timeframe: After all are present.<br> | Timeframe: After all are present.<br> | ||
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==== acatteri@freenet.npiec.on.ca Canada ==== | ==== acatteri@freenet.npiec.on.ca Canada ==== | ||
========================================================================== | ========================================================================== | ||
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<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Holodeck Briefing (CONT)</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Colby D. Beck 2-7-1996</h4> | |||
>SD:80207.1845<br> | |||
<nowiki>>*********************************************************************</nowiki><br> | |||
>Scene:Main Briefing, Castle library<br> | |||
>Timeframe: After all are present.<br> | |||
> "I'd like to be underway in 2 hours so I suggest we get right too it. As you have seen from the mission overview that was<br> | |||
> forwarded to all of you we have been given a mission which is just as mysterious as our last. I hope it will remain an<br> | |||
> exploration mission but being so close to the Kzinti border, a possible treaty or not, I am concerned. If attack we will most<br> | |||
> likely be severely outgunned. However, they've never gone up agianst the FEYNMAN... | |||
Jordan sat around the table looking at the faces of the new Lt(jg)'s | |||
wondering if he looked so surprised when he got his hallow pip. After | |||
everyone had congradulated the promotions, Jordan turned to speak. | |||
"Sir, Security and Tactical are ready to go. If we run into who doesn't | |||
want to play nice, we'll give em a nice taste of what we got." A small smile | |||
started across his face. | |||
Lt.(jg) Jordan Charles | |||
<<NRPG>> | |||
Andy: I never got the Admiral's post. | |||
All: Grats to Jerran and Fobok :) | |||
<pre style="background-color: #303030; color: #ccc7e1;"> | |||
::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: | |||
: Colby D. Beck "I am Not a : | |||
: cdbeck@interaccess.com Merry Man!!" : | |||
: http://homepage.interaccess.com/~cdbeck -Lt. Worf: | |||
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</pre> | |||
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Holodeck Briefing (CONT)</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by | |||
B.J. Baye 2-8-1996</h4> | |||
SD:80208.0037 (GMT)<br> | |||
Scene: Ten-Forward, just after 'Party' post<br> | |||
Fobok couldn't believe the emotions flowing from Amy, in their slight | |||
contact. Amy loved him. | |||
He smiled and squeezed Amy's hand. He had not felt this type of link, weak | |||
though it may have been, in a long time. | |||
Amy suddenly drew her hand away. She didn't say anything, and while Fobok | |||
was recovering from such a quick break in contact, she walked out of | |||
Ten-Forward. After a moment, when he realized what happened, Fobok stood up | |||
and hurried after her. | |||
<nowiki>*Have I done something wrong?*</nowiki> he thought as he ran out. | |||
Unfortunately, she was long gone. He didn't bother returning to the party, | |||
and just went to his quarters. He didn't feel like partying. | |||
He walked in, thanked Ying for staying, and when he left, Fobok went right | |||
to bed. | |||
He awoke the next morning with a start. He was sweating heavily and | |||
panting. That was the strangest dream he had ever had. Even after he had | |||
calmed down, he still felt very strong emotions, and felt like his blood was | |||
on fire. It then ht him. He knew what this was, but he couldn't accept it. | |||
It couldn't happen! Ponn-far. He thought, since he was half human, it | |||
wouldn't affect him. That was why he had married earlier..and had Matt | |||
eight years before. | |||
He thought a few moments and calmed down. It wasn't happening. It was too | |||
late. It was supposed to have affected him about ten years ago. He had | |||
refused to marry T'Sin, so he could marry Ivy. T'Sin had since married | |||
someone else. | |||
"Dad?" came a tiny voice from the next room. When Fobok didn't answer, Matt | |||
came into his room, still in his pajamas. Fobok stood up, and started | |||
getting dressed. He had a meeting to go to. He then turned to his son. | |||
"You better start getting dressed for school." | |||
Matt frowned, "School?" | |||
Fobok smiled, and finished putting on his uniform, "Yes, school, had you | |||
forgotton during all that time in sick-bay?" | |||
Matt sighed and shook his head, then went back into his room to get dressed. | |||
Fobok then put his communicator on, and went to the door, he was late, and | |||
not thinking clearly as he left his son alone again. The fire still burned. | |||
Scene: Holodeck, outside castle | |||
Fobok walked up to the castle, and banged on the gate, harder then expected | |||
as the thuds sounded extremely loud. | |||
As the old man answered, Fobok had to refrain from pushing his way past and | |||
heading in. When he was lead into the library, he sat down. Lt. Jenn | |||
looked at him curiously, but he just waved it off. | |||
<nowiki>*********************************************************************</nowiki><br> | |||
>Scene:Main Briefing, Castle library<br> | |||
>Timeframe: After all are present.<br> | |||
> "I'd like to be underway in 2 hours so I suggest we get right too it. As you have seen from the | |||
mission overview that was<br> | |||
> forwarded to all of you we have been given a mission which is just as mysterious as our last. I hope it will remain an<br> | |||
> exploration mission but being so close to the Kzinti border, a possible treaty or not, I am concerned. If attack we will most<br> | |||
> likely be severely outgunned. However, they've never gone up agianst the FEYNMAN...." | |||
> Zane was interrupted by the pounding of the door. The room grew silent as the assembled officers looked at each other in<br> | |||
> surprise. All the senior staff were accounted for so who could be at the door? The answer arrived several seconds later. | |||
> A large man dressed in black rushed into the room. He was soaked from head to foot, his long hair caked against his face.<br> | |||
> He gave a polite nod to the group and turned to face the buffet. Picking up a loaf of bread he shoved as much as he could of<br> | |||
> it into his mouth and turned his head quickly to rip the portion off. Chewing furiously he reached for a carafe of wine and<br> | |||
> greedily drank it in to help wash down the bread. Satisfied he turned to face the bewildered group. | |||
> He pulled a scroll from his leather pouch, unraveled it and began to read... | |||
> "Hear one. Hear all. By order of his esteemed magnificence, emperor of all the holodeck, | |||
commander of too much time... and<br> | |||
> by the agreement of his peers...it is an honour and privilege to announce that you Ensign Fobok and you Ensign Jerran Terrel,<br> | |||
> in recognition of your devotion to duty, your professionalism and your selflessness are promoted to the much distinguished<br> | |||
> rank of Lieutenant junior grade with all the rights and privileges that go with it." | |||
> Returning the scroll to his pouch the messenger pulled two small black boxes from his inside | |||
pocket and placed them, Fleet<br> | |||
> Insignia up, in front of the two newly promoted officers. With a dramatic bow to both he turned, bowed to the group,<br> | |||
> grabbed his hat from where he had thrown it on the buffet and raced from the room, on his way to the next delivery. | |||
> "Congratulations gentlemen, well deserved." Zane paused to let the group settle down from the | |||
excitement. "Now that the<br> | |||
> festivities are over lets get down to business. He turned to hear the officer's report. | |||
Fobok put the new hollow pip on, and then waiting to give his report. He | |||
was surprised that he got the promotion, yet didn't dwell on it. When his | |||
turn came, he did his report, but still had an edge to his voice. Despite | |||
what he was feeling, he would not accept the idea that Pon-farr was | |||
affecting him. | |||
"The science department is ready for the next mission sir. The Delphi array | |||
is functioning normally, as are standard sensors." | |||
Zane looked at the Lieutenant (j.g.) for a moment, "Are you alright?" | |||
Fobok nodded, "It's nothing, sir" | |||
NRPG: Hope you like the post..took me long enough to write it..:)..thought | |||
I'd add a little twist with the Pon-farr idea. Hope it doesn't mess | |||
anything up. I have an idea how to finish this..which won't involve Fobok | |||
going back to Vulcan..:).. | |||
Totally addicted to Internet,<br> | |||
B.J. Baye (aka Fobok, Matty, R2-B1, and a few other names)<br> | |||
bjbaye@bconnex.net | |||
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Jerran's Morning</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Joseph Baker 2-8-1996</h4> | |||
SD: 80208.0143<br> | |||
Ensign Jerran awoke from one of the best nights of sleep he'd had in the | |||
entire two weeks or so that he'd been on board the FEYNMAN. His hand was | |||
still resting ever so gently on the side of her head, where it had | |||
remained all night so that they would be able to continue the link while | |||
they slept. The result had been that they were both in each other's | |||
dreams all night, an experience which is by far so indescribably better | |||
than a holodeck. | |||
He smiled down at her and gave her a kiss on the forehead. She reached | |||
up sleepily and messed up his hair which had actually not moved much | |||
during the night, as was usual. *Good morning* he thought to her. | |||
<nowiki>*Don't you have the decency to look bad in the morning like everyone | |||
else?*</nowiki> she thought to him. | |||
They both laughed and then Jerran said, "Computer, time," almost | |||
forgetting that the computer doesn't respond to thought commands. | |||
<< 0755 >>, came the matter of fact reply.<br> | |||
Jerran jumped straight out of the bed, uttering a few choice Bajoran | |||
curses which the Prophets probably wouldn't have approved of as he pulled | |||
off what he was still wearing of the dress uniform last night, which was | |||
mainly just his pants and the standard black undershirt. | |||
He threw on the nearest uniform which looked clean, and just barely had | |||
his boots on as he gave Jennifer a quick kiss before running out the | |||
door. Before it closed on him, though, he turned to her with a smile and | |||
said, "You'd better get to your post, too, Ensign, before I have to put | |||
you on report." | |||
She stood up at mock attention and said with a smile, "Aye, aye, sir," | |||
saluting him in an outdated fashion. They both laughed as he grabbed his | |||
leather flight jacket and ran out the door, hearing each other more | |||
through the lingering mind link rather than with their ears. | |||
Jerran was just barely able to get into the holodeck as the clock struck | |||
0800 hours. He almost thought he was in the wrong holodeck when he | |||
noticed the midieval castle with its gruesome looking gargoyles glaring | |||
at him. Either this was the new CO's way of relieving the tension among | |||
the senior crew, or this was some form of punishment for being tardy. He | |||
just wondered where the torture chamber was, and if it would just be | |||
easier for everyone if he found his own way there. | |||
He walked up to the front door and taking the knocker into his hand, | |||
slammed it down a few good times. An old man answered the door and said, | |||
"Ah, we've been expecting you, Sir Terel of Jerran." | |||
He followed the little holographic man, kind of pleased that he had been | |||
able to use his name properly, but perplexed at the way he used it. The | |||
old man brought him to the meeting room, where the other officers were | |||
all already assembled. | |||
He sat down at a spot near the end of the table, getting a rather knowing | |||
look from Lt. Jenn. | |||
He heard the entire report Commander Zane gave, but he wasn't really | |||
paying attention at the time. He just filed it away for later | |||
reference. Besides, he had already read the reports on the mission which | |||
had been sent out to the department heads. | |||
He was awoken from his daydreaming when the odd character came in with | |||
the announcement of his and Ensign Fobok's promotions to Ltjg. He smiled | |||
cordially to everyone who congratulated him as he absentmindedly put the | |||
new pip on his collar. | |||
Then the other officers gave their departmental reports. He wasn't | |||
paying too much attention to that, either, untill Lt. Jenn mentioned his | |||
name in her report, to the effect that he hadn't shown up for a psyche | |||
evaluation lately. Boy would she be surprised when he finally did, though. | |||
Then, came his turn to report... | |||
<<<< Ens... errr... Ltjg Jerran's report (G) >>>> | |||
Jerran picked up his PADD and glanced at it for a moment, collecting his | |||
thoughts real quick. Commander Zane had had to call on him twice to | |||
break the trance he was in. | |||
"Ummm, departmental report for Flight Control, Ltjg Jerran Terel reporting. | |||
"Repairs on the runabout Nogura were successful. The main things which | |||
had to be done were as follows: the warp core had to be replaced, both | |||
warp nacelles had to be rebuilt from the inside, no new parts were needed | |||
for that phase, impulse engines required a backflushing in the impulse | |||
intake system, and the sensor system required major degaussing and | |||
recallibration. Medical department had also performed the | |||
decontamination on the aft compartment before my crew got into it | |||
"As for flight personnel: Most of the AFCO's are now up to at least | |||
level 4 flight profficiency, with two at level five and one, Ensign | |||
Jennifer Cartwright," he said, with a slight twinge of pride detectable | |||
through his normally professional demeanor, "attaining level six flight | |||
status. I have hence given her the position of Deputy Flight Control | |||
Officer, with Petty Officer Arak t'Jon as NCOIC of the flight | |||
department. Warrant Officer Charles Dunnon was given the position of | |||
Senior Shuttle Pilot." | |||
"And that's it," he said, placing the PADD back on the table with a | |||
smile as he sat down again. | |||
<NRPG><br> | |||
Kris: See, Jerran wasn't trying to avoid your look. He just wasn't paying | |||
attention to you <G> And he doesn't visit because he's afraid of getting | |||
your psychiatristy bill <EG> | |||
Fobok: High five, man!!<br> | |||
Respectfully submitted,<br> | |||
Ltjg Jerran Terel<br> | |||
FCO, USS FEYNMAN<br> | |||
jobaker@chuma.cas.usf.edu<br> | |||
jbaker@deans2.cas.usf.edu | |||
<pre style="background-color: #303030; color: #ccc7e1;"> | |||
************************************************************************* | |||
* Daisemi'in rhhaensuriuu * Of the chief parts of the Ruling * | |||
* meillunsiateve * Passion, only this can be truly * | |||
* rh'e Mnhei'sahe yie ahr'en: * said: * | |||
* Mnahe afw'ein quii; * Hate has a reason for everything, * | |||
* rh'e hweithnaef * But love is unreasonable. * | |||
* mrht Hes'he ehl'ein quii. * | |||
************************************************************************* | |||
* Joseph W. Baker * | |||
* Physics Major, College of Arts and Sciences * | |||
* University of South Florida * | |||
************************************************************************* | |||
</pre> | |||
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Castle Briefing</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Max Felsher 2-9-1996</h4> | |||
SD 80209.0230<br> | |||
Holodeck(Castle)<br> | |||
Lt. Commander Maril was somewhat surprised when he walked in. A dark castle | |||
wasn't exactly a normal setting for a mission briefing. | |||
Maril was exhausted. His two family members were hard to deal with | |||
sometimes, especially his father(in Maril's opinion.) Maril also hadn't spoken | |||
real Tamarian in months, and neither his father nor his sister had the foggiest | |||
idea of how to communicate in English. | |||
He walked up the long drawbridge and up to the huge door. There was nothing | |||
to do but knock. The sound of the knocker was almost enough to knock the tired Tamarian down | |||
itself. An old man, appeared at the door. "Right this way, sir." | |||
He soon found his way into the library and waited for the briefing to begin. | |||
He congratulated the two new Lt.<jg>'s and listened to Zane's briefing. | |||
Finally, he started his report. | |||
"Personnel level is at normal. We should be receiving a new Counselor soon. | |||
There are no apparent problems. The ship appears to be ready to set out on its | |||
mission. Although I'm not sure if it's smart to have both Mr. Jenn and Mr. | |||
Jerran at the front of the Bridge, considering what they did to the Nogura," | |||
Maril smiled as the senior staff laughed. As Maril sat back down, Lt. Jenn | |||
stood up to make her report. Although Maril knew he should have been listening, | |||
the chair he was sitting in was so comfortable and he was so exhausted, he | |||
almost fell asleep. As he was about to, he heard Jenn mention his name. | |||
"I hope Commander Maril can help me with my new position," she had been | |||
saying. | |||
"Yes...of course," he replied. | |||
The sun has met the sea,<br> | |||
Lt. Commander Onta Maril,<br> | |||
First Officer, USS Feynman,<br> | |||
aka Max Felsher<br> | |||
NRPG: | |||
All:Just so you guys know, Andy is still handling things roster/bio-related, | |||
not me. That is a little bit unusual, but at least for now, that's how it is. | |||
Andy:That said, I'd like a couple of changes to the roster. WO Bellad Jafel is | |||
now Maril's aide(I'm going to have to think of my own title sometime. ;) ) | |||
Also, SCPO Meln is gone. If you recall, in a post not too long ago, he was | |||
found to be aiding smugglers. Oh, and also, you can take WO Ein off the list | |||
of Registered NPC's(you don't have to take him off the regualar NPC's.) | |||
Joseph, B.J.:Congratulations!<br> | |||
Joseph:I don't think there is a DELTA shift on the Feynman(I noticed it on your | |||
AFCO list.) | |||
Kristen:FYI, the AOPS right now is WO Ein(Bolian, male). He took the BETA | |||
shift before. But, you can get rid of him now. I'll tell you more later. | |||
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Jenn's Concerns</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Kristen Gant 2-9-1996</h4> | |||
Stardate: 80209.0436<br> | |||
Scene: Staff Meeting on the Holodeck<br> | |||
The staff meeting was breaking up. Krysa had felt some very odd vibes | |||
from Lt.(j.g.) Fobok through the entire thing. Mostly it was from his | |||
Mind Block. She had gotten used to reading Mind Blocks. Vulcans almost | |||
always had one up when they knew a Betazoid was around. It was an easy | |||
thing for them to do and didn’t take much thought or effort. | |||
Except that Fobok really seemed to be concentrating had on his. She had | |||
never noticed the strain in him before. Why was it there now? | |||
“Congratulations, Lt. Fobok.” She called out to him. He reluctantly | |||
stopped, not to offend her. | |||
“Thank you, Sir.” | |||
“Look, I know it isn’t my position any longer, but I would like to sit | |||
down and chat with you for a while in the CNS office, if possible. You | |||
seem distracted this morning.” | |||
“I appreciate your concern, sir, but that won’t be necessary.” With that | |||
the Vulcan turned and hurried out, before Jenn could say anything else. | |||
Terri, who was watching from behind, chuckled. “Do you always scare away | |||
potential patients that way?” | |||
Krysa turned her concerned gaze upon him, “Speaking of which, Mr. | |||
Jarren....” | |||
“Oops, I think I’m on duty... catch you later” He also headed out | |||
quickly. | |||
This time it was Commander Zane who was chuckling. “Having difficulties, | |||
Lt.” | |||
“You’d think I had the plague or something.” Krysa smiled. “Maybe it’s a | |||
Vulcan thing.” Zane hadn’t got up from the table yet, so Krysa took a | |||
seat next to him again. Lt. Commander Maril was also still there, so she | |||
asked him to join them. | |||
“I am concerned about Fobok, seriously. Did you notice how distracted he | |||
was. I can tell you he was struggling to keep him mind block up.” | |||
They looked at her questioningly. “All Vulcan use mind blocks | |||
consistently. It usually isn’t something that even takes them hardly a | |||
thought. Jarren’s takes somewhat more thought then Fobok’s usually, | |||
because he’s only half Vulcan. Though since coming on board, I’ve | |||
noticed he’s gotten better at hiding them from me.” Krysa sighed, “I’ve | |||
gotten quite a feel for these mind blocks being a Betazoid Counselor... | |||
and I can tell you there is something really bothering Fobok.” | |||
Regards,<br> | |||
Lt. Krysa Jenn<br> | |||
*****<br> | |||
NRPG: Andy, I didn’t mean to cut your meeting short, feel free to finish | |||
it, I just wanted to get this idea out before I forgot to do it. | |||
BJ: Hope it was okay for Jenn to notice it. But I figured with being a | |||
Betazoid Counselor, she would get a feel for these things<g> | |||
Joe: I’ll be after you.... so watch out!! | |||
Kristen | |||
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Fobok's Concerns!</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by | |||
B.J. Baye 2-9-1996</h4> | |||
Stardate: 80209.1418<br> | |||
Scene: Holodeck, just as meeting ended.<br> | |||
>The staff meeting was breaking up. Krysa had felt some very odd vibes from Lt.(j.g.) Fobok through the entire thing. Mostly it<br> | |||
> was from his Mind Block. She had gotten used to reading Mind Blocks. Vulcans almost always had one up when they knew a<br> | |||
> Betazoid was around. It was an easy thing for them to do and didn't take much thought or effort. | |||
>Except that Fobok really seemed to be concentrating had on his. She had never noticed the strain in him before. Why was it<br> | |||
> there now? | |||
> "Congratulations, Lt. Fobok." She called out to him. He reluctantly stopped, not to offend her. | |||
>"Thank you, Sir." | |||
> "Look, I know it isn't my position any longer, but I would like to sit down and chat with you for a while in the CNS office, if<br> | |||
> possible. You seem distracted this morning." | |||
> "I appreciate your concern, sir, but that won't be necessary." With that the Vulcan turned and | |||
hurried out, before Jenn could say anything else. | |||
Fobok finally accepted what was happening to him as he left the holodeck. | |||
It had to be Pon farr, no matter how late it was. It was the only | |||
explanation for what he was feeling. But what could he do about it? He | |||
forgot totally that he was supposed to be on duty, and went to his quarters. | |||
Scene: Fobok's Quarters<br> | |||
Fobok walked in and looked around. No Matt. Good, he thought to himself, | |||
he didn't want Matt to see him like this. What, though, would he do when | |||
Matt got off school? | |||
"Computer, lock door, no admittance to anybody without my clearance or that | |||
of a command ranking officer." | |||
<<Door locked.>> | |||
Fobok started to lay down on his bed, his communicator beeped. He tapped | |||
it, "Fobok here." | |||
<nowiki>[Lieutenant, why aren't you on the bridge?]</nowiki> asked what sounded like a bit | |||
upset Zane. | |||
"Commander, I must report that I am unfit for duty, sir." | |||
Before Zane could reply, he took off his communicator, and crushed it | |||
angrily in his hand. He then threw the remains of the communicator off the | |||
side of the bed, and layed back, trying to clear his mind. | |||
Meanwhile...<br> | |||
Scene: Corridor, deck 5<br> | |||
Matt walked down the corridor toward the quarters he shared with his dad. | |||
He could hardly wait to show his dad what he made in class. He walked up to | |||
the door and hit the access button. | |||
The door made an odd sounding buzz, and wouldn't open. He tried again, with | |||
the same result. Now frustrated, Matt knocked on the door. Then, when he | |||
got no answer, said, "Computer, where's my dad?" | |||
<<Lt. (j.g.) Fobok is no longer on board the Feynman>> | |||
NRPG: I assume that the computer still locates using the communicator pins.. | |||
Tears started forming in Matt's eyes. How could his dad leave him? He then | |||
ran off toward sick-bay. Maybe Nurse Tamy could help. | |||
Scene: Sickbay<br> | |||
Matt ran in and looked around, the tears which were just forming before now | |||
running down his face. He immediatly saw Nurse Tamy and ran over to her. | |||
She looked down to him, saw the tears and said, concerned, "What's wrong?" | |||
Matt answered, "Dad'd left..the ship and..I can't get into..our | |||
quarters...he didn't tell me..he was going anywhere.." | |||
NRPG: Ok..here's my latest post..:)..I put it after the briefing, in case | |||
there's anything left to do at it..;).. | |||
>BJ: Hope it was okay for Jenn to notice it. But I figured with being a | |||
>Betazoid Counselor, she would get a feel for these things<g> | |||
Kristen: No prob..;)..and I expected Jenn to. BTW, Fobok is half vulcan | |||
too..:)..only he probably had more training in the Vulcan abilities then | |||
Jerren, since he didn't switch to the human ways until shortly after his | |||
father died. | |||
B.J. Baye<br> | |||
aka Lt. (j.g.) Fobok<br> | |||
CSciO<br> | |||
USS Feynman<br> | |||
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Zane's Concerns</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by | |||
Andrew Catterick 2-9-1996</h4> | |||
> Stardate: 80209.1000<br> | |||
> Scene: Staff Meeting on the Holodeck<br> | |||
> This time it was Commander Zane who was chuckling. “Having difficulties, Lt.” | |||
> “You’d think I had the plague or something.” Krysa smiled. “Maybe it’s a Vulcan thing.” Zane hadn’t got up from the table<br> | |||
> yet, so Krysa took a seat next to him again. Lt. Commander Maril was also >still there, so she asked him to join them. | |||
> “I am concerned about Fobok, seriously. Did you notice how distracted he was. I can tell you he | |||
was struggling to keep him<br> | |||
> mind block up.” | |||
> They looked at her questioningly. “All Vulcan use mind blocks consistently. It usually isn’t | |||
something that even takes them<br> | |||
> hardly a thought. Jarren’s takes somewhat more thought then Fobok’s usually, because he’s only half Vulcan. Though since<br> | |||
> coming on board, I’ve noticed he’s gotten better at hiding them from me.” Krysa sighed, “I’ve gotten quite a feel for these<br> | |||
> mind blocks being a Betazoid Counselor... and I can tell you there is something really bothering Fobok. | |||
”Zane frowned. He was really only a security officer at heart and | |||
truth be told, although he valued the thoughts of a counselor, especially | |||
a Betazoid one, he was always a little uncomfortable in such situations. | |||
"Has his performance been affected in any way?" Maril asked, | |||
turning to face Krysa. | |||
"No sir, but we've spent the past 4 days in spacedock. There | |||
hasn't really been too much too do." She replied. | |||
"That's true. But alot has happened over the last few days. | |||
We've lost a captain that we all trusted and respected and we have a new | |||
one to get used to. There were a few people who seemed a bit distracted | |||
in this meeting." Zane cast an amused look at Onta. He knew his first | |||
officer was been overwhelmed with his relatives. | |||
"Sir I wouldn't bring this up if I didn't feel it important." | |||
"I realize that and don't misunderstand, I value your judgements | |||
and am not trying to downplay them. I just want to look at things from | |||
all sides. I can't order Fobok to visit either you in a counseling | |||
capacity or your replacement unless I have something more concrete to go | |||
on." He raised his hands as she started to protest. "However, I'd like | |||
the counselor and you, if your duties permit, to keep an eye on Mr.Fobok | |||
and let me know if the situation changes. Agreed?" | |||
"Yes sir." | |||
"Good. Now Commander if you would be so kind to prepare us for | |||
departure I'll meet you both on the bridge in a few minutes. I just want | |||
to make a few entries into my PADD." | |||
Zane watched the two officers go. He was glad that Jenn had | |||
brought up her concerns and had not backed down on them. The three | |||
officers would make an excellent team. Activating his PADD he examined all | |||
the paperwork he was already behind in. Maybe this was the reason Paul | |||
had accepted transfer so readily. | |||
<nowiki>As he began entering the required data he was startled by a sound behind | |||
him. Turning, he saw nothing out of the ordinary. *Probably just the | |||
wind* "Computer, delete wind from program." He continued to work but | |||
could not shake the feeling that he was being watched. He fought down | |||
the instinct. He was probably a little jittery. This was his first | |||
mission as captain. *Yea that must be it.* He chuckled at the thought | |||
of himself nervous in his own holodeck creation. Still, as he left the | |||
castle he could have sworn he heard some one whisper. "You will all die."</nowiki> | |||
<nowiki>__________________________________________________________________________</nowiki><br> | |||
Scene:Bridge.<br> | |||
"Status commander?" Zane asked as he stepped through the | |||
turbolift doors. | |||
"We are ready for departure and have been cleared by EPSILON control." | |||
"Very well. Helm take us out. When we clear the system set | |||
course for our patrol area, warp 6." | |||
"Aye sir." The FCO responded. | |||
Zane took a quick look around the bridge and then sat in his | |||
chair. "Zane to Fobok, why aren't you on the bridge?" | |||
[Commander, I must report that I am unfit for duty, sir.] | |||
"What do you mean by unfit lieutenant?" No reply. | |||
"Lieutenant Fobok?.....Fobok report in...Computer, location of | |||
Lieutenant Fobok." | |||
<nowiki><Lieutenant Fobok is no longer on the FEYNMAN.></nowiki> | |||
"Computer, last known whereabouts of Lieutenant Fobok?" | |||
<Lieutenant Fobok was in his quarters.> | |||
"Zane to sickbay." | |||
[Sickbay, Tok here.] | |||
"Doctor, Lieutenant Fobok has just reported himself unfit for | |||
duty and has not responded to any further calls. His last known position | |||
was in his quarters." | |||
[I'm on my way.]<br> | |||
Zane looked up over his shoulder. "Mr. Charles, is there anyone | |||
in Fobok's quarters?" | |||
The CSO quickly checked his security board. "Aye sir. 95% | |||
probability that it is Mr. Fobok." | |||
"Good, I think it would be best if we had some security with the doctor. | |||
" | |||
"Aye sir." | |||
The first officer leaned over to the captain. "Sir, should we | |||
delay our departure until this situation is rectified?" | |||
Zane had been thinking that himself. | |||
"No, the admiral was clear | |||
as to the importance of this patrol. We need Mr. Fobok's skills for this | |||
mission but we can't delay because of it. I'm sure the doctor can get to | |||
the bottom of this." He sat back and watched the viewscreen as the | |||
interior of the spacedock spun about, lost in thought. He was very | |||
concerned about his science officer. | |||
<<<NRPG>>><br> | |||
> Andy, I didnt mean to cut your meeting short, feel free to finish | |||
> it, I just wanted to get this idea out before I forgot to do it. | |||
Not a problem....that's what back-posting is for. ;) | |||
Quick anyone got some Plomeek Soup for Fobok:) | |||
Max: Updated the roster with your changes. (The crowd goes silent in | |||
disbelief) | |||
Joesph: Ok, take us out....watch out for the asteriod belt that rings | |||
the system. BTW, Max is right we have ALPHA, BETA and GAMMA shifts. | |||
Jason: Just my small (very small) addition to your 'voices' | |||
Lylse: If you want to backpost your mission briefing that would be | |||
great. Either way you have a patient to attend to.... | |||
Colby: I didn't know if you wanted to stay on the bridge or join the | |||
doctor so I left it up to you. | |||
All: Its thurs day now, so let's say we arrive at the outskirts of our | |||
patrol area Late Fri early Sat. Until then have fun..... | |||
B.J: Love the Pon Farr idea. Will you be running 'Amok' (the crowd | |||
groans at the bad joke.) | |||
respectfully submitted,<br> | |||
Andy-->Who really loves this ship!<br> | |||
<pre style="background-color: #303030; color: #ccc7e1;"> | |||
========================================================================== | |||
==== LT.Tarsa Rogers CEO USS TESLA ==== | |||
==== CMDR. Zane COMMANDING USS FEYNMAN ==== | |||
==== LT.CMDR Nigel Brock ALB INSTRUCTOR HOLODECK 18 ==== | |||
========================================================================== | |||
==== Andy Catterick St. Catharines, Ontario ==== | |||
==== acatteri@freenet.npiec.on.ca Canada ==== | |||
========================================================================== | |||
</pre> | |||
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Departure</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Joseph Baker 2-9-1996</h4> | |||
SD: 80209.2356<br> | |||
LTJG Jerran deftly flew the FEYNMAN out through the large set of double | |||
doors of SB Epsilon, fighting the overwhelming urge to kick the ship up | |||
to impulse power while in spacedock. Upon leaving orbit of the planet, | |||
he brought the warp drive up to warp 2 to navigate outwards toward the | |||
rim of the system to jump to higher speeds. | |||
He listened on as the medical teams tried to gain entrance to Lt. Fobok's | |||
quarters, and, as a half Vulcan himself, he had a sinking suspicion of what | |||
was going on with the science officer. Pon Farr wasn't exactly something | |||
that he was looking forward to either, and he hoped that his Bajoran | |||
blood would deter the event. He had gone through the first one at 15, | |||
which was rather late for most Vulcans, but it gave him hope that if it | |||
happened again, then it probably would be farther away than for most Vulcans. | |||
As he flew the ship above the system's asteroid belt, slowing to warp 1 | |||
just in case something came up on unexpectedly, some of his thoughts kept | |||
running to Jennifer and the time that they had spent together last | |||
night. He wasn't so preoccupied that he was running into giant rocks, in | |||
fact, he probably could have done a couple of other things at the same | |||
time, but he chose not to. | |||
When he had walked onto the bridge after the briefing and after going to | |||
stellar cartography, she was there at the helm. She was almost | |||
unable to contain her pride when she saw the extra hollow pip on his | |||
collar, but her professionalism prevailed as she got up from her seat | |||
calmly and shook his hand with a big grin saying, "Congratulations, | |||
Lieutenant." | |||
As they touched, their still lingering mind link from the night before | |||
was strengthened some more, and Jerran was able to tell easily that she | |||
actually wanted to say more than her words actually conveyed. "Thank | |||
you, Ensign," he replied, sending similar thoughts accross the link as he | |||
took his seat. | |||
At this time, Jennifer was probably in the holodeck going over some | |||
drills with the other pilots which Jerran had programmed into the | |||
computer. He was quite pleased with their mastery of the Terran World | |||
War I simulation, and so he had since moved onto the second World War. | |||
This allowed him the flexability to put in programs involving bombers | |||
which facilitated teamwork among the group of pilots as they all fought | |||
to keep their plane int he air while obtaining their mission objectives. | |||
They weren't doing all that well at that, though, but that was | |||
understandible considering that those ungainly planes are essentially | |||
sitting ducks for the enemy fighters to come pick off. So far, he had | |||
done the simulation with his flight crew four times, and they had crashed | |||
three times. But, Jerran was still confident that they would eventually | |||
get the hang of it, and then he would put them into another simulation, | |||
probably moving on to Bajoran raider tactics of the Cardassian Occupation. | |||
The Feynman passed by the last planet of the system as Jerran brought the | |||
ship up to warp 6, heading towards their mission area. He activated the | |||
autopilot and turned to Zane to say, "We're now at warp 6 proceding on | |||
course. ETA, 15 hours at present speed." | |||
Zane nodded and said, "Very good, Lieutenant. Steady as she goes." | |||
"Aye, sir," Jerran said, turning back to his consoles to perform some | |||
simulations of his own. He was using the data from the stellar | |||
cartography maps to determine the best approach angles to enter the | |||
system for various tactical positions. It was essentially busy work to | |||
give him something to do other than the normal monitoring of the | |||
computers flight course, but it was necessary in order to give him an | |||
idea of what to expect at the next mission sight. But, as he had learned | |||
from the last mission, nothing was ever as expected. | |||
<NRPG><br> | |||
We're off to see the wizard....<br> | |||
Well, based on my ETA, I guess we'll get there at about 1900 hours on the | |||
same day, probably around 1915, actually, to add the time it took to get | |||
out of the system and jump to warp 6. If you want to make it a lower | |||
ETA, that's fine with me. I just chose 10 hours as it sounds like a nice | |||
round number :) | |||
Respectfully Submitted<br> | |||
Lieutenant Junior Grade Jerran Terel<br> | |||
Flight Control Officer<br> | |||
USS FEYNMAN, NCC-66000<br> | |||
jobaker@chuma.cas.usf.edu<br> | |||
jbaker@deans2.cas.usf.edu <br> | |||
<pre style="background-color: #303030; color: #ccc7e1;"> | |||
************************************************************************* | |||
* Daisemi'in rhhaensuriuu * Of the chief parts of the Ruling * | |||
* meillunsiateve * Passion, only this can be truly * | |||
* rh'e Mnhei'sahe yie ahr'en: * said: * | |||
* Mnahe afw'ein quii; * Hate has a reason for everything, * | |||
* rh'e hweithnaef * But love is unreasonable. * | |||
* mrht Hes'he ehl'ein quii. * | |||
************************************************************************* | |||
* Joseph W. Baker * | |||
* Physics Major, College of Arts and Sciences * | |||
* University of South Florida * | |||
************************************************************************* | |||
</pre> | |||
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Darmok and Jilard at Tenagra</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Joseph Baker 2-9-1996</h4> | |||
SD: 80209.1513<br> | |||
LTJG Jerran Terel rushed out of the meeting chuckling at himself for | |||
having escaped the clutches of the evil Betazoid counselor yet again. It | |||
was more of a game to him to avoid her now, ever since their adventures | |||
on the NOGURA. He took somewhat of a pleasure in blocking out her | |||
attempts to sense his emotions. He was also getting rather colorful with | |||
his methods. Instead of the normal mind blocks which he had usually put | |||
up, ones which made his mind relatively black to other telepaths, the | |||
last time she had attempted to sense his emotions, he had put up a block | |||
that looked to a telepath like a number of colored childrens' blocks, | |||
with, of course, Bajoran lettering on them. | |||
Jerran walked into the turbolift and ordered it to take him to stellar | |||
cartography so that he could go get the latest starcharts for the area. | |||
When he got there, he was surprised to see a Tamarian sitting at the | |||
computer terminal in the large, star filled room. He didn't | |||
know that there were any other Tamarians on board other than Cmdr. Maril. | |||
The Tamrian smiled to Jerran and said, "Rai and Jhi at Lungha." | |||
Jerran had studied a number of mythilogical stories from different races, | |||
and Tamarian was one of his favorites because of its exclusive use in | |||
their language. He knew a great number of them, and was glad to be able | |||
to get an opportunity to use them. | |||
"Katal at Tana's castle," he said, returning the greeting and welcoming | |||
him on board the FEYNMAN. Pointing to himself he then said, "Celvar on | |||
the river Ingery," indicating that he was the helmsman of the FEYNMAN. | |||
The Tamarian smiled and went on to tell Jerran that he was Azelti, Cmdr. | |||
Maril's father. | |||
Jerran nodded and said, "Mirab, his sails unfurled," telling Azelti that | |||
they were about to leave the starbase. He then went on to explain to the | |||
Tamarian that he had come here to get the latest starcharts for the | |||
mission area, a conversation which he was surprisingly able to sum up in | |||
just a few Tamarian words. That's one reason he enjoyed Tamarian, other | |||
than the mythilogical background, was that it was easy to express some | |||
very complex thoughts just by uttering a single analogy. | |||
Azelti then helped Jerran retrieve the appropriate files from the | |||
computer. He handed the PADD to Jerran saying, "Timba, his arms open." | |||
Jerran would like to have stayed and chatted with the Tamarian some more, | |||
but he had to get back up to the bridge, so he extended his gratitude to | |||
Azelti and left with a smile. | |||
<NRPG> | |||
Paula: Hope you don't mind me saying hi to your dad <G>, and I hope I | |||
didn't butcher the language too much. | |||
Respectfully Submitted,<br> | |||
LTJG Jerran Terel<br> | |||
FCO<br> | |||
USS FEYNMAN<br> | |||
jobaker@chuma.cas.usf.edu<br> | |||
jbaker@deans2.cas.usf.edu <br> | |||
<pre style="background-color: #303030; color: #ccc7e1;"> | |||
************************************************************************* | |||
* Daisemi'in rhhaensuriuu * Of the chief parts of the Ruling * | |||
* meillunsiateve * Passion, only this can be truly * | |||
* rh'e Mnhei'sahe yie ahr'en: * said: * | |||
* Mnahe afw'ein quii; * Hate has a reason for everything, * | |||
* rh'e hweithnaef * But love is unreasonable. * | |||
* mrht Hes'he ehl'ein quii. * | |||
************************************************************************* | |||
* Joseph W. Baker * | |||
* Physics Major, College of Arts and Sciences * | |||
* University of South Florida * | |||
************************************************************************* | |||
</pre> | |||
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Bridge ---> Holodeck</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Joseph Baker 2-10-1996</h4> | |||
SD: 80210.0600<br> | |||
Ship Time: 1300<br> | |||
A little more than halfway through his shift, Jerran decided to go down | |||
to the holodeck and see how his flight crew was doing on their training. | |||
He called Warrant Officer Dunnon up from the main shuttlebay to take his | |||
position at the helm, and upon receiving permission from Cmdr. Maril to | |||
leave the bridge, he walked out to the turbolift. The holodeck the | |||
pilots were using was down in the stardrive section of the ship, one | |||
which was pretty well out of the way from the normal crew traffic. | |||
As he walked down the corridor from the lift to the holodeck, he noticed | |||
just how oddly quiet it was when there wasn't anyone around. He felt | |||
almost alone on the deck. But then, he suddenly got the sensation that | |||
he wasn't alone. It was definitely a telepathic impression of some kind, | |||
but he couldn't quite tell what it was. | |||
He stopped for a moment and turned to look down the hallway. He thought | |||
it might possibly be Lt. Jenn getting back at him for the creative mind | |||
block he gave her, but then he remembered that she isn't that powerful of | |||
a telepath to be able to project a presense like this one. The only | |||
other person that would bother to do a practicle joke like this on him | |||
would be Cartwright, and even though their telepathic link was still | |||
strong from their night together, she wasn't that well trained in ESP to | |||
be able to do something like this. | |||
It didn't really scare him, but it did annoy him. It was an unknown, and | |||
if there's one thing that annoys the hell out of a Vulcan, even a hybrid, | |||
it's the unknown. | |||
Jerran opened up one of the storage panels in the side wall and pulled | |||
out a tricorder. Just as he was about to begin scanning, though, the | |||
presense was gone, just as quickly as it had arrived. He continued | |||
scanning the deck anyway, just in case it was some sort of a mind block, | |||
but he saw no one that wasn't supposed to be there. | |||
Putting the tricorder back into the wall panel, he chalked the whole | |||
experience up to just some bad after effect of the bump on his head, and | |||
decided that he must talk with Lt. Jenn about this sometime. | |||
Just as he was about to open the door to the holodeck, though, he felt | |||
more than heard a voice saying, *You will all die* | |||
<NRPG> | |||
Oooooo, this is fun :) Eat your heart out Steven King :) | |||
Jason: I hope I didn't take too many liberties with your story idea. I | |||
just couldn't help myself :) | |||
Kristin: Oh, what a shame. Krysa's bridge shift starts just as soon as | |||
Jerran gets off duty. It doesn't look like she'll be able to malpractice | |||
psychiatry on him afterall <EG> | |||
<pre style="background-color: #303030; color: #ccc7e1;"> | |||
***************************************************************** | |||
* 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 * | |||
***************************************************************** | |||
</pre> | |||
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Ready-Room</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by | |||
Andrew Catterick 2-10-1996</h4> | |||
SD:80210.1200<br> | |||
MD:1.0800<br> | |||
"Captain's log Stardate 80210.0800. We have entered the | |||
outskirts of our patrol area and are currently employing the DELPHI array | |||
to get a better grasp of what lies in wait. While at warp our sensors | |||
were unable to penetrate this strange phenomena that is slowly moving | |||
through this sector of space heading in the general direction of Cait. | |||
Hopefully, now that we are closer we will be able to see a little deeper | |||
into this...hmmpf, we still don't even now what exactly it is. It seems | |||
to be a cosmic sized dust cloud but that doesn't explain why its so hard | |||
for our sensors to penetrate through it. If we don't find a way to | |||
circumvent this it will be very hard to locate any planetary systems | |||
within and even harder to ascertain if they are inhabited. | |||
Lieutenant Fobok is resting comfortably in his cabin at present. | |||
Dr. Tok has assured me there is nothing to worry about. I am glad that | |||
Fobok is in no danger but I have the feeling the doctor is being a bit | |||
elusive about Fobok's condition. He is unable to tell me when I can have | |||
my science officer back. While I have the utmost confidence in the | |||
ship's science department as a whole I will still feel much better when | |||
Fobok is back at his station. I fear the next few hours will present us | |||
with many questions....." | |||
[Maril to Zane.] | |||
Zane reached over to the desk computer and saved his log. "Go | |||
ahead commander." | |||
[Sir, we've found something I think you'd like to see.] | |||
"I'm on my way." | |||
<<<NRPG>>><br> | |||
Well here we go!! | |||
I let someone else decide on what we've found and get this mission rolling. | |||
Please keep in mind the general parameters Mike has given us and the fact | |||
that we're in a region close to home and close to a tense neighbour. Our | |||
actions could cause reprecussions throughout the fleet....Cool! <EG> | |||
The mission clock has been reset and as you will have probably noticed | |||
the SD time does not correspond to the MD time. That really hasn't come | |||
up before but did as I started my log. So as you can see I went with the | |||
MD time. Which of course makes sense and now I am wondering why I even | |||
bothered to point this out. (Time for more coffee) | |||
B.J: Couldn't really procede without explaining Fobok's status. I left | |||
it vague so you could continue with whatever you had planned. Don't | |||
worry about Zane's desire for Fobok's early return to duty. Just keeping | |||
in character. Take as much time as you need to develop your thread. | |||
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==== LT.Tarsa Rogers CEO USS TESLA ==== | |||
==== CMDR. Zane COMMANDING USS FEYNMAN ==== | |||
==== LT.CMDR Nigel Brock ALB INSTRUCTOR HOLODECK 18 ==== | |||
========================================================================== | |||
==== Andy Catterick St. Catharines, Ontario ==== | |||
==== acatteri@freenet.npiec.on.ca Canada ==== | |||
========================================================================== | |||
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<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Dead Ship</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Kristen Gant 2-10-1996</h4> | |||
Stardate: 80210.2137<br> | |||
Scene: Jenn’s Quarters<br> | |||
MD: 1:0745<br> | |||
Krysa Jenn was putting the finishing touches on her uniform. It was her | |||
first day on duty official day of duty as the Ops officer, and she was | |||
nervous. She didn’t know why she should be nervous. Both Zane and Maril | |||
had confidence in her. And she knew that she was prepared. She had spent | |||
the last few days since her promotion going over her new assignment. So | |||
she chalked it up to just normal first day jitters. | |||
Heading out the door, she realized she almost forgot her comm badge, so | |||
she had to turn around and go back and get it. *I hope the rest of the | |||
day doesn’t go like this,* she thought. | |||
Scene: Bridge<br> | |||
Entering the bridge, she had the strangest feeling that there was | |||
someone standing off to the side of her. But when she looked, there was | |||
no one there. While she stood there pondering the strange feeling that | |||
wouldn’t go away, MCPO Ein called her over. | |||
“Lt., I would like to speak to you for a moment.” He said. | |||
“Of course, Mr. Ein. What can I do for you?” | |||
“I would like to know where I stand now that you have taken the Ops | |||
position and Commander Maril has moved to XO. Do I retain my position?” | |||
“To be honest, Mr. Ein, I haven’t had much time to talk to Cmdr. Maril | |||
about that yet. But for the time being, I’d like to stay where you are. | |||
Once I’ve had a chance to talk to him, I’ll tell you more.” | |||
Obviously not satisfied with her answer, but not wanting to push the | |||
issue, Ein started to leave the bridge. | |||
“Mr. Ein, I need to speak to Commander Zane briefly, so could you please | |||
stay her for a little longer.” The AOPS nodded and returned to his post. | |||
>At that moment Lieutenant Jenn looked in. "Sir I... Lieutenant Koreth I<br> | |||
>didn't see you come in. " she was a little flustered and turned to the<br> | |||
>captain. "I'm sorry to have disturbed you, sir."<br> | |||
>Zane consoled her, "It's quite alright Lieutenant. And you wouldn't have<br> | |||
>seen Mr. Koreth come in because he was invisible... at least sort of." he<br> | |||
>continued to examine the devices, as Tarrant began to slowly remove them.<br> | |||
Remembering the strange feeling that she had upon entering the bridge, | |||
she realized that it must have been Lt. Koreth. That was a pretty handy | |||
device, though it didn’t look very comfortable to wear. | |||
“It wasn’t important, we can discuss it later, sir.” Krysa headed to her | |||
post to relieve Ein. | |||
Scene: Bridge (a short time later)<br> | |||
“Commander Maril, I’ve got a reading on a vessel in sector 38. Ship’s | |||
computers aren’t able to recognize it.” | |||
Maril moved over to look at the sensors with Krysa. | |||
“umm, it’s not moving either.” | |||
“No, sir. We’re still too far away to get life sign readings yet. But we | |||
should be able to get them in a few minutes.” Krysa hit a few buttons. | |||
“The ship is made of standard metals. Nothing unusual. Just an unknown | |||
type.” | |||
“Maril to Zane.” | |||
<Go ahead, Commander.> | |||
“Sir, we've found something I think you'd like to see.” | |||
<I'm on my way.> | |||
“Lt. Jenn, do we have any life signs yet?” | |||
Krysa began hitting buttons again. “Coming in now, sir. No life signs. | |||
It’s a dead ship.” | |||
Regards,<br> | |||
Lt. Krysa Jenn, Ops/2O<br> | |||
****<br> | |||
NRPG: Regarding Mr. Ein... I know that Max has registered him... so.... | |||
Max if you want to keep him go ahead and promote him or whatever you | |||
want. If you want him to stay at AOPS, that’s okay also. But then I want | |||
to take him over (i.e., His life is mine!!! MWAHAHAHAHAA<VBG>) However, | |||
it’s your call. I will not be moving my NPC’s (Ens. Blayne Chesterton | |||
and CPO John Cassey), so they are up for grabs to this evil presence on | |||
board or whatever. As long as you know that Blayne is helping me out by | |||
taking over a lot of CNS duties until we get a new one, and if she | |||
dies...., Krysa will cry:( But they are not registered so are fair | |||
game. Feel free to use them as such. | |||
Andy: As far as the Bismarck goes... I'd like to keep her as seperate | |||
from this as possible!! Otherwise I'll get confused as to what is going | |||
on which ship<G> But just to let you know what is going on there. | |||
The "comet" or whatever it is, is actually a mass of parasites. The | |||
comet is "seeding" the worlds it passes and destroying them. I think | |||
they may actually be able to stop the "comet" before it gets to us. | |||
Kristen<br> | |||
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Dead Ship (Cont.)</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Joseph Baker 2-11-1996</h4> | |||
SD: 80211.0000<br> | |||
MD: 1.0730<br> | |||
As was normal for Jerran, he got onto the bridge and sat down at his duty | |||
post a half an hour before it was really scheduled to begin. PO t'Jon, | |||
who had been on duty before him, briefed the FCO on what had been | |||
happening with the ship for the past eight hours, mostly a bunch of | |||
impulse maneuvers through the system. They were going pretty slow as | |||
they weren't really sure what was out there. The stellar cartography | |||
info they had on the system was very sketchy at best. | |||
After the report was through, Jerran relieved the Andorian NCOIC of the | |||
Flight Department and watched as she walked off the bridge, probably for | |||
ten forward, as was usual for her on her off shifts. Jerran sat down and | |||
proceded to make a double check of the navigational logs over the past | |||
two shifts to see if t'Jon's report had missed something, but as he had | |||
come to expect from all of his AFCO's, the report had been completely | |||
thorough. | |||
He was running a diagnostic cycle on the navigational sensor and | |||
deflector array when Lt. Jenn reported for duty at 0745. He noticed her | |||
glancing around the bridge as if something was wrong. He hadn't really | |||
noticed anything out of the ordinary, but then he decided that it might | |||
be some sort of empathic thing. | |||
He hadn't had a chance to tell Jenn about his little psychic episode | |||
outside of the holodeck yesterday as they had both been rather busy for | |||
the past couple of days. He was just about to mention it to her when she | |||
strode over to the Captain's ready room. He heard the captain mention | |||
something about Lt. Koreth, but he wasn't really paying to much attention | |||
to it. She then came out, saying that it wasn't too important and that | |||
she'd catch him later. | |||
She sat down at her OPS console after taking a report from WO Ein, and he | |||
was just about to lean over to her to ask her about the incident he | |||
experienced when something flashed on his navigational sensor board. It | |||
came accros on Jenn's panel too, and she promptly told Cmdr. Maril about it. | |||
After scanning the ship extensively, she determined that there were no | |||
life readings iminating from it. Jerran continued to slowly bring the | |||
ship in for a closer look. He looked down at his own panel and brought | |||
up a magnified image of the ship. | |||
He frowned at it as he continued scanning. The computer hadn't been able | |||
to identify it, but Jerran did recognize it somewhat. | |||
"Captain?" | |||
"Yes, Lt?" said Zane from the command chair. | |||
"I think I recognize that ship somewhat. In some of the old Kzinti | |||
legends that I've come accross, they mention a race of beings who came to | |||
the Kzinti about two thousand years ago to conquer and enslave them. | |||
They had barely started when for some reason, they just mysteriously | |||
retreated from the Kzinti system. Of course, the Kzinti legends claim | |||
that it was their great prowess in battle which helped them to survive. | |||
"Those archaeological expeditions which have been allowed into Kzinti | |||
space have been able to corraborate some of the stories, but they haven't | |||
been able to find the reason for the retreat, either. They did, however, | |||
find some drawings of the invaders' ships, and they look a lot like that | |||
one there." | |||
Zane nodded in contemplation as Jenn said, "What kind of technological | |||
level were they on, do you think?" | |||
"Well," said Jerran, looking at the other ship with an interested look on | |||
his face, "The archaeologists have been able to guess that the aliens | |||
were had a technology which was at least on par with ours, maybe even a | |||
little bit higher. That's why it's so unlikely that the Kzinti were able | |||
to scare them off so easily, as they were barely at the same level that | |||
Earth was at that time. Of course the Kzinti would never admit that | |||
because of their fierce pride. In fact, the archaeologists had to | |||
smuggle..." | |||
Just then Cmdr. Zane cut him of and said, "Uh, Lt." | |||
"Yes, sir?" | |||
"You're babbling." | |||
"I'm sorry, sir," he said, and turned back to his panel to continue | |||
bringing the FEYNMAN closer to the other ship. | |||
Jenn had continued to scan and then turned to look at Jerran as she said, | |||
"You're not going to believe this, but I'm getting energy readings from | |||
that ship." | |||
<NRPG><br> | |||
Well, here's my two strips of latinum worth :)<br> | |||
<pre style="background-color: #303030; color: #ccc7e1;"> | |||
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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: Dead Ship (Cont.)</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by | |||
Andrew Catterick 2-11-1996</h4> | |||
SD:80211.1630<br> | |||
MD:1.0800<br> | |||
Scene: Bridge<br> | |||
> Jenn had continued to scan and then turned to look at Jerran as she said,<br> | |||
> "You're not going to believe this, but I'm getting energy readings from | |||
> that ship." | |||
Zane stood. "Can you localize the emissions, lieutenant?" | |||
"I'm trying sir but they are very weak. I'm realigning the | |||
DEPLHI pattern to enhance the signal." | |||
"Were the energy readings there when we arrived or have they | |||
activated since?" Zane asked as he walked to stand between the helm and | |||
OPS stations. | |||
"It appears they activated once we approached sir." | |||
"Helm, gives us a quick loop of that ship at 3000 metres so we | |||
can get a good look at it from all angles and then park us 1000m astern and | |||
below." | |||
"Aye sir." The FCO replied. | |||
"Mr. Charles can you project a course as to where this ship is | |||
going and where it has been." Onta asked as he looked down at his | |||
armrest console. | |||
Zane turned to sit and noticed Lieutenant Koreth at the | |||
engineering station examining the incoming sensor reports of the derelict | |||
ship. He seemed a little out of place on the bridge, still decked out in | |||
his 'invisibility' equipment. It had been quite a demonstration. | |||
"Tactical." Zane ordered. The viewscreen imediately 'split' in | |||
half giving a forward view as well as providing a graphical display of | |||
the ship along with the current information from the sensors. Zane | |||
scanned the list. The ship was about half the size of the FEYNMAN and | |||
was composed of many of the same materials. It was not listing in any | |||
way. It was definitly heading somewhere but at this speed it would be a | |||
long trip. It appeared to have no discernable armaments. | |||
"Captain, I've localized the energy emissions. They are coming | |||
from what appears to be the engineering deck and are getting | |||
progressively stronger. My guess is the ship has passive sensors that | |||
detected our approach and is now 'waking' the ship up." | |||
"I see. Makes sense. Any progress on course projections Mr. Charles." | |||
"Yes sir. If the vessel has maintained course and speed it | |||
orginated in roughly the center of our patrol area. Its destination is | |||
the Kzin homeworld....." | |||
Zane raised an eyebrow. This was getting interesting. "Mr. | |||
Koreth, opinion." | |||
"Based on the information of the sensors, I'd say this ship is | |||
some sort of cargo carrier or transport. There are several well defined | |||
centers of operation but the bulk of the ship appears to be made up of | |||
large compartments which are sensors are unable to properly scan." | |||
"Mr. Maril?" Zane looked to his first officer. | |||
"I recommend we visit this craft and see what its hiding." | |||
Zane sat back in his chair. A few short weeks ago when he was FO | |||
he would have been chomping at the bit to get over there and take a | |||
look. Now though he had a different perspective. He was ultimately | |||
responsible. Any mishaps and accidents would be his responsibility. He | |||
found that thought a bit overwhelming. Still, they weren't going to get | |||
things done by sitting around. "Try not to get into too much trouble, | |||
commander." | |||
Onta returned the smile. "I'll try, sir." | |||
<<<NRPG>>><br> | |||
Just a short one to keep things moving. | |||
Max: Form your team and have fun! | |||
For those of you who remain aboard, priorities are finding out more info | |||
about this space as well as where the ship came from. | |||
Jason: Loved the trial run. | |||
Andy. | |||
<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 | |||
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: FO's Office</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Max Felsher 2-11-1996</h4> | |||
SD 80211.2130<br> | |||
MD 1.0700<br> | |||
First Officer's Office<br> | |||
Lt. Commander Maril sat in his new office, looking it over. He was slowly | |||
adjusting to his position as FO. A beep sounded from the door. | |||
"The shelter at Empellas," he called out. Realizing that was a bit unclear, | |||
he simply said, "Come." | |||
Lieutenant Jenn walked in. "You wanted to see me, sir." | |||
"Yes, Lieutenant. Sit down," Maril said, motioning to the chair on the other | |||
side of his desk. "I'm sure you're aware that you are now Operations Officer | |||
on this ship." | |||
"Yes, sir, I am," Jenn replied. | |||
"Good. Now, how are you adjusting?" | |||
"Well, I haven't had much time to do anything, but so far, I am adjusting, | |||
sir. I actually wanted to talk to you about it, sir." | |||
"As do I. Now, as you may or may not know, the Ops position is basically one | |||
of management. You must organize who has access to the DELPHI array and other | |||
resources and when they do. Most of this will actually be handled by the Ops | |||
technology. Also, part of your job is to make sure there is no waste in | |||
energy, especially during an alert situation. Finally, you have access to | |||
sensors, communications, and ship's systems. Basically, your job is to try to | |||
make everyone happy. Do you understand?" | |||
"Yes, sir. I'd like to talk to you about staffing." | |||
"Very well. Right now, the Ops staff is rather depleted. There are | |||
basically 5 positions which you should cover-youself as OPS-ALPHA, an OPS-BETA | |||
who is usually AOPS, an OPS-GAMMA, a Chief Sensors Officer, and a Mission Ops | |||
Officer. The three officers for the different watches are pretty | |||
self-explanatory. The CSensO just basically monitors the DELPHI array with any | |||
Science or Engineering staff. And the Mission Ops officer handles the middle | |||
aft console. He or she is basically the same as OPS, but is primarily | |||
concerned with seeing the mission through, as opposed to handling the whole | |||
As Jenn left, Maril sat back and thought. He was truly sad about his sister. | |||
She had a wonderful career as an anthropology expert in the Tamarian Spacefleet | |||
ahead of her. Maril hoped she would be okay. | |||
The sun has met the sea,<br> | |||
Lt. Commander Onta Maril,<br> | |||
First Officer, USS Feynman,<br> | |||
aka Max Felsher<br> | |||
you know how to run OPS. Oh, I got a message from Ein begging me not to hand | |||
him over into your evil clutches. :D BTW, Ein is no longer registered. | |||
Mike:Okay, I did what you asked. | |||
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Away Team</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Max Felsher 2-11-1996</h4> | |||
SD 80211.2300<br> | |||
MD 1.0900<br> | |||
Bridge<br> | |||
Maril thought about who would be on his away team. | |||
"Lieutenant Jenn, Lieutenant Jerran, you're with me," he ordered. Ton his | |||
his communicator, he said, "Maril to Tok. Report to Transporter Room 2 | |||
immediately." | |||
[Aye, sir.] | |||
Moments later, as they stepped onto the transporter pad, Maril said over the | |||
intercom, "Maril to Bridge. We're ready down here." | |||
[Very well. Proceed,] Zane ordered. | |||
"Energize," Maril ordered to the Transporter Chief. | |||
The away team beamed onto the ship. "I suggest we head to the Bridge," he | |||
said after they rematerialized. | |||
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 a really, really, REALLY short post to say who's going where.<br> | |||
Away Team(Kristen, Joseph, Lysle):Carry on.<br> | |||
Feynman:Don't just sit around while we're working! ;)<br> | |||
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Dead Ship, or Deadly Ship?</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Joseph Baker 2-12-1996</h4> | |||
SD: 80212.0239<br> | |||
Scene: Alien Bridge<br> | |||
Jerran thought a moment about the date which Jenn had read off of the | |||
alien captain's log. He nodded in agreement to her when she said that it | |||
was about 500 years old. Some of the stories he had read about this race | |||
had mentioned a little bit about their dating system, and even though | |||
those stories were over two thousand years old, he was able to | |||
extrapolate them to the time of the log. | |||
While Jenn had been reading the computer log, Jerran had moved over to | |||
what appeared to be the helm console. Leave it to a pilot to find the | |||
helm on an alien ship. The seat was obviously not made for a humanoid, | |||
and Jerran wouldn't have been able to sit down in it without some major | |||
contortions which he might not have been able to recover from. | |||
He tried to access the console, but it was dead. Then Jenn's console | |||
blew up. He rushed over to make sure that she and Cmdr Maril were | |||
alright. "It doesn't look like we're going to get much information from | |||
up here. The helm console hasn't had power running through it for a | |||
couple of centuries, and that computer console looks like it's | |||
irreperably destroyed." | |||
Maril nodded as he thought for a moment. "We're going to have to go down | |||
to the cargo bay. I don't want any of us to go down there alone." | |||
Jerran and Jenn nodded to their XO as they and Dr. Tokk followed him out of | |||
the bridge to the lower decks. As Jerran approached the deck, he pulled | |||
out his phaser and set it for heavy stun, just in case. Jenn smiled | |||
over to him and said, "Ever had to fire one of those, Lt.?" | |||
"Of course. I was in the Bajoran Militia for a couple of years before I | |||
went into the academy. However, I've never had to shoot at anything live | |||
before." | |||
Jenn nodded as she pulled out her own phaser and checked its setting. | |||
The lift stopped at the deck and they tried to get off as the door creeked | |||
open about halfway. Maril had to push it open the rest of the way open | |||
so they could leave. They walked down the corridor to where the tricorder | |||
said the cargo bay was located. | |||
When they arrived, neither of the four officers could believe their | |||
eyes. The huge, thick double cargo bay doors had been torn open, from | |||
the inside... | |||
<pre style="background-color: #303030; color: #ccc7e1;"> | |||
***************************************************************** | |||
* 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 * | |||
***************************************************************** | |||
</pre> | |||
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Fobok's Quarters</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by | |||
B.J. Baye 2-12-1996</h4> | |||
SD: 80212.1103<br> | |||
MD: 1.0120<br> | |||
Scene: Fobok's Quarters<br> | |||
Fobok could hear the medical team trying to get in. He knew that soon, at | |||
this rate, security would be coming with phasers. He decided he had to tell | |||
the doctor, as he could call off the security, and leave him alone. He | |||
walked over to the door, and quickly repaired the damage he had done. The | |||
door opened and he faced a startled security officer, a CPO, who was just | |||
aiming his phaser. | |||
Fobok said, "I wish to speak with Doctor Tok, alone." | |||
The CPO stepped aside and let the doctor come in, and opened up his | |||
tricorder. As soon as the door closed, he said, "What is wrong, Fobok?..you | |||
said you were unfit for duty but.." | |||
Fobok interrupted, "I will tell you, but I need your absolute secrecy that | |||
this is happening to me, don't even tell Matt, and that you will leave me | |||
undisturbed." | |||
Tok nodded, deciding not to test this apparently out of control Vulcan. | |||
*Correction*, Tok thought, *half Vulcan, even more dangerous.* | |||
Fobok said just the two words, "Pon farr." | |||
Tok nodded, finally understanding. "I shall keep it a secret, but what will | |||
you do? Do you not need to return to Vulcan?" | |||
Fobok shook his head, "I shall not interrupt this mission, it is too | |||
important, and besides, that is only necessary when the chosen mate is at | |||
Vulcan..I have no chosen mate as of now.." | |||
Tok nodded, "I suggest you find one soon.." | |||
Fook just nodded, but didn't heed his words. Who would he find on this ship? | |||
Meanwhile.. | |||
Matt sat in Doctor Tok's office. Nurse Tamy said Tok had gone to find out | |||
what was wrong with his dad. He hoped Tok would come back soon.. | |||
Just a few seconds later, he entered the office, then bent down to look | |||
Matt, who was sitting in the chair behind the desk, in the eye. "Matt, | |||
you're father's sick..he should be alright, but you'll need to stay | |||
somewhere else for the next few days." | |||
Matt was confused, "Sick with what? Why did the computer say he was no | |||
longer on board?" | |||
NRPG: I'll let Lysle handle this response..and feel free to send Matt to | |||
whoever you want tto stay with during this time..:).. | |||
Scene: Fobok's quarters<br> | |||
MD: 1.0220<br> | |||
It suddenly popped into his mind, as he meditated. Amy, she would be the | |||
one he would chose. *But will she chose me, with the way she ran out the | |||
other night.* | |||
Well, it was worth a try. He once again unlocked his door and walked out of | |||
his quarters. | |||
Scene: Corridor, outside WO Tharn's quarters. | |||
Fobok walked up to the door and pressed the door chime. He had serious | |||
trouble controlling himself now, and soon Plak-tow would obsess him. If he | |||
didn't 'mate' soon, he probably would end up killing the first vulcan he | |||
sees, thinking it was kalifi. "Come" he heard, and stepped in. | |||
She looked like she was just getting ready for bed, "Oh, hello Fobok.." | |||
He looked at her through his burning eyes, "I need you...to help me..." | |||
Amy looked concerned, seeing, feeling, the pain he was in, "What can I do?" | |||
He raised his hand, two fingers extended. | |||
Amy saw what he wanted, and without hesitation, brought her hand up.... | |||
NRPG: | |||
For that last part, I was glad I watched Star Trek III Saturday..:).. | |||
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 | |||
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Out of the Frying Pan, into the fire...</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Max Felsher 2-14-1996</h4> | |||
SD 80214.0200<br> | |||
MD 1.1000<br> | |||
Cesahala Ship: Cargo Bay<br> | |||
"This is Maril to Feynman. Before Shendako falls into the sea, please!" the | |||
frustrated FO called out. There was no response. The foe of Tok and Maril | |||
was a huge...being. It was so shiny that even in the dim light of the cargo | |||
bay, it was almost too bright to look at. Maril aimed his phaser and fired. | |||
The beam simply glanced off without a flinch from the being. | |||
Suddenly, Maril noticed a small opening into the outside corridor that wasn't | |||
covered with metal. He pointed it out to Tok and they ran as fast as they | |||
could. Miraculously, they escaped practically unharmed, with only a few cuts | |||
or bruises from the pieces of metal. | |||
"Let's head for Engineering. I have an idea," Maril said to Tok. As soon as | |||
they were safely in Engineering, he contacted the Feynman. "Maril to Feynman. | |||
Are you there?" | |||
[We read you, Commander,] the familiar voice of Commander Zane sounded over | |||
the communicator. [Your status?] | |||
"We were attacked by a being. I will report on it later. Right now, I am | |||
going to shut down the whole ship, including Life Support. I suggest you get | |||
us out of here before it fully shuts off. sir." | |||
[Very well. Feynman out.] | |||
Now speaking to Tok, he said, "This being appears to reflect anything we | |||
throw at it. So, we're not going to give it anything to reflect. Shutting | |||
down all systems except for Life Support and lights in Engineering." | |||
"Maril to Feynman. Prepare to beam Mr. Tok and then myself up." | |||
[Aye, sir.] | |||
Maril was ready. "Beam Mr. Tok up." | |||
"Sir, you should go first," the CMO suggested. | |||
"No, you're going first, Mr. Tok," the FO ordered. | |||
As Tok beamed away, Maril pressed the button to activate the program he had | |||
set up. "Now, Feynman." The countdown started. | |||
"Fifteen seconds to total shutdown...14...13...12...." | |||
Maril could also hear something crashing down the corridor. | |||
"Ten...9...8...." | |||
It was getting closer. | |||
"Seven...6...5...." | |||
It was almost there. | |||
"Four." | |||
It was entering the room. Finally, the beamout occurred. Maril thought to | |||
himself how those must have been the longest 11 seconds of his life. | |||
He stepped off the transporter pad on the Feynman and headed for the Bridge. | |||
As he walked on, signs of relief could be seen on most people's faces. | |||
However, the relief was short-lived. | |||
"Sir, I'm reading explosions occurring on the alien ship. There are more and | |||
more of them as it continues," Lt. Jenn reported. | |||
"Sir! The explosions are reaching the ship. They're pushing us towards the | |||
wormhole!" Lt.<jg> Charles exclaimed. | |||
"Shields up," Maril ordered. After receiving a nod from Zane, he ordered, | |||
"Full reverse until we can go to warp, Mr. Jerran." | |||
"It's not working, sir. We're still going towards the wormhole!" Lt.<jg> | |||
Jerran said with dismay. | |||
"Brace for impact in 5...4...," Jenn ordered. | |||
Thr sun has met the sea,<br> | |||
Lt. Commander Onta Maril,<br> | |||
First Officer, USS Feynman,<br> | |||
aka Max Felsher<br> | |||
NRPG:<br> | |||
All: Well, that solves one problem, opens up another. Hmmm, I wonder where this | |||
wormhole leads. :)<br> | |||
Andy: I hope we *do* get the _Asimov_ back. :)<br> | |||
Kristen: Ein is yours to kill, maim or otherwise disgrace. ;) The other 3 | |||
positions or so, you have to create NPC's. You don't really have to fill the | |||
CSensO or MissOps position, or you could have one NPC cover a couple of the | |||
positions.<br> | |||
Lysle: Sorry I had to get you out of there so quickly. ;)<br> | |||
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Alien Cargo Bay</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Joseph Baker 2-13-1996</h4> | |||
SD: 80213.2047<br> | |||
Dr. Tok was the first to speak as the group of officers stared at the | |||
gaping hole in the doors leading to the cargo bay, "Now we have a good | |||
idea of what happened to the crew." | |||
"Yeah," said Lt. Jenn. "But the question now is to find out what | |||
happened to the thing that was in there." | |||
Jerran moved closer to the door to get a better look inside. None of the | |||
lights were on, so he had to switch on a small light that was strapped to | |||
his wrist. All along the cargo bay were bodies, about a hundred of them | |||
at Jerran's first guess. They all looked like the felinoid creature | |||
which they had seen in the log up on the bridge. And none of them were | |||
in too good of a shape, either. | |||
Jerran pulled out his tricorder and moved in, cautiously scanning the | |||
room with it, the light, and his phaser. Commander Maril was close | |||
behind, covering Jerran with his phaser as Lt. Jenn and Dr. Tok brought | |||
up the rear. Tok pulled out his medical tricorder and began scanning one | |||
of the bodies nearby. | |||
"This can't be right," said the blue skinned Bolian CMO. "The bodies | |||
haven't decomposed a day since they died, but by not only the log, but | |||
also the atomic decay levels in their bodies, they've been dead for over | |||
five centuries." | |||
Jerran nodded as he continued to look cautiously around the room. "The | |||
ship probably lost life support a short time after the crew died. Some | |||
sort of automated system may have brought it back online once the FEYNMAN | |||
came near it." | |||
Jenn glanced out towards the door as she said, "That would be consistant | |||
with the sudden energy readings we detected upon our approach." | |||
"And if they did loose life support," Tok said as he continued to scan | |||
the bodies, "Then the ship might have dropped in temperature enough to | |||
freeze the bodies and slow their decomposition to a halt." | |||
Maril didn't like the sound of that at all as an idea formed in his | |||
head. "Doctor. If the temperature of the ship was brought down far | |||
enough, would that also mean that it could be possible for whatever did | |||
this to still be alive somewhere on this ship, protected by suspended | |||
animation?" | |||
Tok looked up from the body and said, "That is a distinct possibility, | |||
sir. That would also mean that our arrival has awoken something that | |||
killed the entire crew of this ship." | |||
"And if it is here," Jerran said, "Then we might not have picked it up on | |||
our sensors because it could just be waking up, in which case it wouldn't | |||
put out any life signs." | |||
Jenn stood up and looked towards Jerran saying, "And there's also the | |||
possibility that whatever it is might not register on our sensors." | |||
"That might not be entirely true," the XO said as he looked at his | |||
tricorder. "I'm detecting some movement. It's on this deck, just a few | |||
bulkheads foreward of the cargo bay, and moving towards us." | |||
<NRPG> | |||
I think it might be time for a hasty departure, unless there's something | |||
wrong with the FEYNMAN's transporters <EG> I'll leave it up to the rest | |||
of yall to decide what happens next <G> | |||
<pre style="background-color: #303030; color: #ccc7e1;"> | |||
***************************************************************** | |||
* 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 * | |||
***************************************************************** | |||
</pre> | |||
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Oh So Carefully</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by | |||
Jason Bostjanic 2-13-1996</h4> | |||
Scene: Shuttlebay<br> | |||
MD: 10950<br> | |||
WO Charles Dunnon was on duty in the shuttlebay, and unfortunately | |||
he found himself paired up with CPO Norris. It wasn't that Norris was | |||
hard to get along with... it was quite the opposite. | |||
"..and then, get this sir, little Betsy started to eat the marigolds! | |||
Just up and started chewin on them right in front of Mr. Yorktown | |||
himself. " | |||
The skinny petty officer couldn't have weighed more than 105 lbs. | |||
In fact, Dunnon found it partially amazing that the PO was able to | |||
go down in the turbolift without being lifted off of the floor. | |||
After a while he was usually able to phase him out, but then other | |||
times his stories were so ludicrus that he couldn't help but remark | |||
on them... and that would always lead to another story. | |||
"A goat... on the grounds of Starfleet Academy, eating the Admiral's | |||
flowers." There was a tinge of disbelief behind those words. | |||
Dunnan had hoped that his counterpart would have picked it | |||
up, but it blew by. | |||
"Yes sir, you can imagine how hard it was for us not to start cracking | |||
up laughing, because well... you see there was this one time that me | |||
and this guy Brian laughed at... did I tell you about Brian?" | |||
"Let me see, he was the one whose mother claimed to be transwarped | |||
back in time, and gave Zephram Cochran the idea for warp travel, | |||
but then was pulled back through the Mt. Fiji time portal to come home." | |||
He stared, dead eyed, at Norris, almost praying that he would get the | |||
hint. | |||
"That's the one! Only it wasn't Mt. fiji, it was the Great Pyramid in | |||
Egypt. Mt. Fiji was the volcano that my Uncle first dove into with | |||
his thermoprotective tephlon suit... " | |||
Duncan could only shake his head. There was no way to get through. | |||
Luckily the sound of his communicator beeped in. Mouthing the | |||
words 'thank you' he tapped his badge. | |||
"Dunnon here." | |||
<This is Cartwright, I need you to start running some diagnostics on | |||
the TOMONAGA. The lieutenant is planning on making some | |||
changes on the shuttle, but we need a full check on it before we | |||
start.> | |||
"It will be a *pleasure*, in fact I'll get right on it." | |||
Bringing up his most sympathetic face he turned to Norris, "Sorry, | |||
duty calls. You'll just have to tell me some other time." | |||
Without waiting for a reply, he turned and headed towards the | |||
TOMONAGA. Once inside, Dunnan fired up the shuttle and began | |||
running the checks. The soft hum of the power was such a | |||
nice change compared to the non-stop chatter he would normally | |||
have to bare. | |||
.............. | |||
'Ahhh.. yes. It is time. I had wanted to just start with one.. but | |||
the both of you should do fine. Let's see... I'll let the | |||
little one watch as you die.... warrant officer. | |||
Let's see, should I break his neck, or cut it. Cutting caused | |||
so much blood.. but it would also cause the most fear, and | |||
it was certainly more... disturbing to watch. | |||
Yes I... No. He's talking... the communicator. No.. where | |||
are you going? Don't... ahhhh. That's it, go to the shuttle. | |||
It will make things so much more interresting. In fact... | |||
*That* is it! How perfect... YOU will be the first little one. | |||
It won't be as painful as I'd like... but you will do just fine... | |||
It would have been only a matter of time anyway... | |||
you all must die. | |||
......... | |||
<Bridge to shuttle bay> | |||
"Norris here. What's up?" | |||
<Where's Officer Dunnan? Sensors and visual just went | |||
off line down there. The back-ups too. Is everything all | |||
right?> | |||
"Looks so to me... Dunnan is running diagnostics on a | |||
shuttle, I'll look into it. Norris out." | |||
He never got a chance to turn around. A hard blow to the | |||
back of his head brought the CPO into blackness. | |||
.......... | |||
<Warning... warning... shuttlebay doors opening.> | |||
Dunnan looked out the shuttle window and found that | |||
the doors really were opening. | |||
<Bridge to Dunnan, what is going on down there! Have | |||
you opened the bay doors?> It was captain Zane, and | |||
he sounded.. well pissed. | |||
"I uh... no sir. I've been running diagnostics. CPO | |||
Norris is the only other one down here." The WO | |||
was about to open the shuttle's door when the computer | |||
sounded again. | |||
<Warning.. Shuttle bay containment field deactivating> | |||
"Norris... Norris!" franticly WO Dunnan tried to get the man | |||
to answer over his communicator. There was no reply. | |||
The shuttles were magneticly attached to the floor, and he | |||
had sealed the TOMONAGA before entering with the hopes | |||
of keeping out Norris's constant chatter. All he could do now | |||
was turn and watch as the containment field dropped. | |||
In horror, he watched as the artificial atmosphere inside was | |||
sucked out. Later he would think it to be some kind of | |||
whirlwind effect. He saw the engineering kit he left outside the | |||
shuttle get sucked into the vaccum of space. And behind | |||
it CPO Matt Norris. | |||
The computer terminal from which both men had just talked | |||
only fifteen minutes before blicked with just a single message. | |||
"NO MORE" Norris's comm-badge was magneticly attached... | |||
<NRPG> | |||
It begins... but oh so carefully. <VBEG> | |||
A suicide??? NO... but it may take some looking into | |||
before that is ruled out. | |||
For security: There are no traces left as to who might | |||
have disconnected the sensors and visual cameras (and | |||
the backups) inside the shuttlebay. | |||
For medical: Well, from what I hear, the leftover results | |||
leading from being 'vaccumed' don't leave much. But | |||
should you be able to somehow find out anything, you'll find | |||
the head trauma was caused by a blunt strike to | |||
the head... whether or not it was caused by something hitting | |||
it or it hitting something is inconclusive. | |||
For engineering (ME): The sabotage is quite simply the | |||
crosswiring of the sensor power sytems into the sensor | |||
output. Works every time. | |||
For counselor(s): Norris's logs and what not show that | |||
he was disappointed at not having advanced further | |||
within the two months on board, but he was understanding | |||
why. There is no mention of suicide. | |||
Respectfully, | |||
Jason Bostjanic | |||
Lieutenant Tarrant L. Koreth - CEO - USS FEYNMAN<br> | |||
Lieutenant (jg) Laryn Spyyre - CEO - USS HUNTINGTON<br> | |||
"Quoth the Raven 'Nevermore'"<br> | |||
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: I Don't Know What to Call This One</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Kristen Gant 2-13-1996</h4> | |||
Stardate: 80213.0001<br> | |||
Scene: Transporter Room<br> | |||
Lt. Jenn stepped off the transporter pad. She turned to wait for the | |||
others. Jarren was the next to get transported. | |||
“We've got both of them, sir. Preparing to lock on to Dr. Tok.” said | |||
the transporter chief. | |||
[Maril to Feynman. We have a situation here! Beam us out!] | |||
“Sir! We can't get a postive lock on you at the moment.” | |||
Jenn turned to the transporter chief. “What do you mean you can’t get a | |||
positive lock on them? Get them out of there!” | |||
“I’m trying, sir... uhh, ma’am... I mean...” The man’s fingers were | |||
flying over the controls to no avial. Jarren to the controls to see if | |||
he could help. | |||
<What’s going on down there!> demanded Zane over the comm link. | |||
“We can’t get a lock on Commander Maril or Dr. Tok, sir.” said the | |||
transporter chief. “The gravimetric interference from the wormhole is | |||
preventing it.” | |||
“I’ve got to get to the Bridge,” said Jenn. She hoped from the her Ops | |||
station she might be able to detect what ever was over there on that | |||
derelict. “Terri, come with me. Ens,” she said to the transporter chief, | |||
“Get those transporters working!” | |||
Scene: Bridge | |||
Jenn and Jarren entered the bridge. They hurried down to thier | |||
perspective stations. WO Ein got up and made room for Jenn. | |||
“Sir,” Jenn said to Zane who was just coming out of his ready room, “The | |||
ship is beginning to power up again.” | |||
“Feynman to Maril, what is your status?” | |||
There was no response. | |||
“Transporter room, how is that lock coming?” | |||
<Still unable to make a lock, sir. Something is blocking it.> | |||
“It’s moving!” shouted Jarren. | |||
“Confirmed,” said Jenn, “It’s moving straight for that wormhole, not | |||
very fast, but definately headed in that direction.” She looked up a | |||
Zane, her face full of concern. | |||
“Mr. Koreth, Tractor Beam! Don’t let that ship get away.” said the | |||
Captain. | |||
“Tractor beam on. We have the ship, it’s not going anywhere.” Koreth | |||
informed him. | |||
Jenn stood up and looked at Zane. “There is something on that ship. It’s | |||
very strong and it killed the crew! We have to get Maril and Tok.” Zane | |||
nodded trying to think of his next step. | |||
Regards,<br> | |||
Lt. Krysa Jenn, Ops/2O<br> | |||
*****<br> | |||
NRPG: Uhhh, I don’t know where else to go, so I stopped to let someone | |||
else take over. Just thought I’d throw in somemore glitches. | |||
Max and Lysle: Don’t get caught, okay<G><br> | |||
Kristen | |||
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: New Friends</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by | |||
Andrew Catterick 2-14-1996</h4> | |||
SD:80214.1100<br> | |||
MD:1.1000<br> | |||
Scene:Bridge<br> | |||
<<SNIP>> | |||
<Warning... warning... shuttlebay doors opening.> | |||
"Bridge to Dunnan, what is going on down there! Have you opened | |||
the bay doors?" Zane asked half annoyed, half shocked. | |||
[I uh... no sir. I've been running diagnostics. CPO Norris is the | |||
only other person down here.] The WO replied. | |||
"Well what the hell is going on down there?" Zane's patience was | |||
thinning. There was no response. "Mr. Dunnon....Mr. Dunnon?" Zane | |||
looked to the CSO "Get someone down there." | |||
<<SNIP>><br> | |||
Things were getting much worse. Zane still had not been able to | |||
find out what had happened on the shuttle deck but that was only one of | |||
his worries. The away team had been investigating a seemingly dead ship | |||
had been attacked by some sort of creature. Only two of the team had | |||
been beamed back orginally but after some quick thinking by the | |||
first officer the FEYNMAN was able to retrieve the rest. | |||
"Sir, I'm reading explosions occurring on the alien ship. There are | |||
more and more of them as it continues," Lt. Jenn reported. | |||
"Sir! The explosions are reaching the ship. They're pushing us | |||
towards the wormhole!" Lt.<jg> Charles exclaimed. | |||
"Shields up," Maril ordered. After receiving a nod from Zane, he ordered, | |||
"Full reverse until we can go to warp, Mr. Jerran." | |||
"It's not working, sir. We're still going towards the wormhole!" Lt.<jg> | |||
Jerran said with dismay. | |||
"Brace for impact in 5...4...," Jenn ordered. | |||
<<SNIP>><br> | |||
As Commander Zane was able to regain his balance again he | |||
shouted, "FULL stop, Jerran! Let's find out where we are!" | |||
They were already down to about half impulse as Jerran eased the | |||
ships velocity down the rest of the way. "Scanning the area with the | |||
navigational array now, sir." He furrowed his brow and frowned as the | |||
computer paused trying to compute their position. | |||
"Well, Lt?" Said Zane as he came to stand between the | |||
helm and ops stations. | |||
"I'm trying, sir. The computer's having a lot of trouble trying | |||
to get our position." Jerran was just about to switch to manual | |||
triangulation when the computer brought up the results "I've got it, sir. | |||
The computer says we're not even in our own galaxy. We've travelled | |||
almost 40 million light years in a few minutes." | |||
The security chief looked up from his console and said, "We're | |||
not alone, Captain." | |||
The viewscreen changed from a starfield to a view of five ships which | |||
looked similar to the frieghter which they had just watched explode. | |||
Except, these ships were obviously not freighters. They were warships, | |||
each about twice the size of a Galaxy class. | |||
Commander Zane calmly turned to Lt. Jenn and said, "Open hailing | |||
frequencies." | |||
The image of the five ships flickered and was replaced by that of | |||
a large, smiling cat, something closer to a tiger actually. "I am | |||
Commander Zane of the Federation Starship FEYNMAN." | |||
"Greetings commander. I am Tauk, captain of the Cesphalain ship | |||
RESOLUTE. Welcome to the Galaxy Andromeda, well thats what you of the | |||
Federation call it we of course have our own name." | |||
"Thank-you for your warm greetings Captain Tauk. Please let me | |||
apologize for dropping in on you like this..." | |||
Tauk raised a dismissive hand. "Commander, apologies are not | |||
necessary. We truly welcome your arrival. It has been some time since | |||
we were visitors of your galaxy and look forward to hearing of its progress." | |||
Zane seemed somewhat relieved. As good as the FEYNMAN was it | |||
certainly couldn't take on five warships. "Captain Tauk how is it that you | |||
happened to be waiting for us. Certainly you do not leave warships | |||
protecting this wormhole." | |||
Tauk laughed. "Well that is true and not. We leave one ship | |||
here as a sentinel. But to answer your question we knew you might be | |||
coming ever since you found our freighter. It is an unassuming probe | |||
is it not? Once contacted it relays its findings to us and we arrive | |||
to greet our guest." Tauk paused. "But surely you must no this | |||
commander. The information files we left behind for you to find are quite | |||
clear." | |||
Zane briefly described the events leading up to their arrival. | |||
Tauk was visibily dismayed. "I assure you we know nothing of this. That | |||
ship was designed simply as a welcoming bouy to our galaxy. We have only | |||
the most peacful of intentions. Thi creature you describe was not of our | |||
doing." | |||
Zane accepted the answer...for the time being. | |||
"But commander I am being rude. You are our first guests in a | |||
very long time and must be treated as such. Please escort my vessel | |||
back to the home world. My leaders look forward to meeting with you. | |||
Our last diplomatic mission to your galaxy failed and it is our | |||
greatest hope we can establish relations with your Federation. | |||
I would also like to invite you and your fellow officers to a | |||
banquet in your honour celebrating the midday meal. Will you accept?" | |||
"Of course Captain Tauk! My officers and I are greatly honoured | |||
by your gracious offer and look forward to meeting you and your officers." | |||
"Excellent! We will prepare for your arrival in 3 hours. Tauk out." | |||
As the image of Tauk was replaced Zane turned to the OPS | |||
officer. "Were you able to 'read' their feelings lieutenant?" | |||
"Yes sir. I sensed nothing but good will and excitement. Tauk | |||
and his crew see our visit as a momentous occasion." | |||
"Good." Zane was clearly relieved. He turned to the CSO. "Any | |||
word on the flightdeck." | |||
"Secuirty is present but they has of yet ascertained nothing." | |||
"Mr. Charles I want you to look into this investigation | |||
personally." He turned to the FCO. "I think you better accompany him | |||
down to the shuttlebay, Mr. Charleswill fill you in. Gentlemen I want some | |||
answers to this before we beam over to the RESOLUTE. | |||
As the turbolift doors closed Zane walked up to the Engineering | |||
station to examine any damage the ship may have sustained through the | |||
wormhole. | |||
<<<NRPG>>><br> | |||
Just cut and pasting a few things together... | |||
Hey, how did the wormhole get so close? <G> | |||
Okay it looks like we have our first diplomatic mission. This could be | |||
the first inter-galaxy treaty so make sure your dress uniforms are pressed.! | |||
As for the evil presence lurking about....well I don't know you tell me! | |||
Andy. | |||
<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 Joseph Baker 2-14-1996</h4> | |||
SD: 80214.2223<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. | |||
He thought about it for a moment, thinking that it was probably some | |||
careless error, but he doubted if it was an error on WO Dunnon's part. | |||
He was one of his best, and most experienced shuttlepilots. You don't | |||
rise to through the enlisted ranks to get to WO without being the best at | |||
what you do. | |||
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. | |||
Jerran nodded to the CSO as he turned to Dunnon and said, "OK, what | |||
happened, Mr. Dunnon?" | |||
"I don't know, sir. I was in the TOMONAGA carrying out those | |||
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. | |||
"Lt. I swear that I double checked those systems just an hour ago, and | |||
they were all five by five. There is no way that thing just opened by | |||
itself _and_ shut off the forcefield." | |||
Jerran nodded as he glanced around the room saying, "Agreed." | |||
Charles shook his head and said, "I haven't found anything to suggest | |||
sabotage, Mr. Jerran. This place is as clean as Dr. Tok's OR." | |||
"What about the sensor systems? Why did they cut off?" | |||
"Lt. Korreth's engineers are still looking into it." | |||
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!" | |||
Charles turned to the crewman and said, "What did you find?" | |||
"Well, sir, just about anyone could have disabled the sensors, but it is | |||
certain that they were sabotaged. It was simply a matter of crosswiring | |||
the sensor power systems into the sensor output. Textbook case. Works | |||
everytime." | |||
Lt. Charles wasn't too happy about a sabour getting away with murder, | |||
literaly, on his shift. "We're going to have to tear this ship apart | |||
till we've found that killer. And do it before anyone else gets hurt." | |||
Jerran handed a PADD he was looking at over to WO Dunnon and said, "Yes, | |||
but we're not going to have time to do it now. We've got a first contact | |||
to get ready for." | |||
"Mr Dunnon," Jerran said turning to the WO. "Give Lt. Charles' security | |||
crew any help you can and keep me appraised of the investigation." | |||
"Aye, aye, Lieutenant," said the WO two officers headed off the shuttlebay. | |||
*** | |||
Scene: Corridor, Sr. Officers' Deck | |||
Lt. Jerran wasn't too happy about the murder of CPO Norris, to say the | |||
least, and his disposition didn't improve over the idea of having to put | |||
on his dress uniform yet again. Even though his mother was a diplomat, | |||
and she had made him come to many diplomatic functions while growing up, | |||
he was neither good at it nor did he very much enjoy it. | |||
As he walked down the corridor, it dawned on him just how quiet it was in | |||
the middle of a shift. Most people on Beta and Gamma shifts were asleep | |||
right now, or otherwise off duty, and so the corridor was almost | |||
disserted. | |||
Suddenly, Jerran felt something in the back of his mind, something very | |||
similar to the presense he had felt a couple of days ago near the | |||
holodeck. He stopped dead in his tracks, turning to scan the corridor | |||
behind him. There was nothing there, but he could still feel it. | |||
Jerran tapped his badge and said, "Computer, scan the deck for any | |||
non-FEYNMAN life readings." | |||
<No anomolous life readings detected.> | |||
*That's not right,* he thought to himself. *Something is here.* | |||
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. | |||
"Is there... uhh... something wrong, Lt?" The young man stammered. | |||
"No, crewman," Jerran said. "Just a tactical excercise. Just go about | |||
your business." | |||
"Yes, sir," he said, as he continued walking down the corridor. | |||
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. | |||
*** | |||
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. | |||
Ah, but wait. What's this? New ships? Ahhhh, you've brought me more | |||
victims to toy with. So much the better! | |||
<NRPG> | |||
Oooooo, this is getting fun <G> | |||
As for that wormhole, I don't know how it got there so fast. It just | |||
popped up out of no where ;) | |||
<pre style="background-color: #303030; color: #ccc7e1;"> | |||
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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: 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> | |||
Ens. Blayne Chesterton was sitting in the Counselor's Office, quite happy | |||
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. | |||
<Ens. Chesterton to the Shuttle Bay><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. | |||
She stopped to listen. There had to be something. Some noise coming from | |||
something. It dawned on her that she didn't even hear the normal empathic | |||
noise she usually did when surrounded by so many living beings on a | |||
starship. It was like there was a hole on the telepathic level. She wondered | |||
if something was wrong. Was she losing the abilities that she had left? | |||
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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: Colby D. Beck "I am Not a : | |||
: cdbeck@interaccess.com Merry Man!!" : | |||
: http://homepage.interaccess.com/~cdbeck -Lt. Worf: | |||
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</pre> | |||
<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?? | |||
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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 ;) | |||
<pre style="background-color: #303030; color: #ccc7e1;"> | |||
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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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</pre> | |||
<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> | |||
<pre style="background-color: #303030; color: #ccc7e1;"> | |||
::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: | |||
: Colby D. Beck "I am Not a : | |||
: cdbeck@interaccess.com Merry Man!!" : | |||
: http://homepage.interaccess.com/~cdbeck -Lt. Worf: | |||
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</pre> | |||
<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 :) | |||
<pre style="background-color: #303030; color: #ccc7e1;"> | |||
***************************************************************** | |||
* 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 * | |||
***************************************************************** | |||
</pre> | |||
<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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* Things are goin' great, * Flight Control Officer * | |||
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