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<center><font style="font-size: xx-large; font-stretch: expanded; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">U.S.S. ''FEYNMAN'' NCC-66000
January 1996 Posts</font></center>
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<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Short post for your friendly Ship's Counselor</h3>
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Short post for your friendly Ship's Counselor</h3>
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Kristen Gant 1-1-1996</h4>
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Kristen Gant 1-1-1996</h4>
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<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Away Team. CIC-Moonbase</h3>
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by
Andrew Catterick 1-30-1996</h4>
SD:80130.0930<br>
MD:1.1430<br>
Scene: Command Centre, Moonbase<br>
Zane and the historian, Ensign McGivers entered the last
unexplored room on the level. The entrance way was somewhat removed
from the others and, unlike everywhere else they had been, was preceded by
a 20 foot corridor that was exposed to the moon rock. As they entered
the differences continued.
Zane slowly turned to look at all the equipment. "Ensign, this
is much different than everything else we have seen thus far. Suggestions?"
"I have come across this technology before. It is definitly not
the same as the rest of the moonbase."
"Do you know whose it may be?" Zane asked.
"I could not say which race, specifically, but it is difinitly an
offshoot of a larger 'parent' civilization, the Briglen." McGivers
replied as she scanned her tricoder over any writing she could find.
"The Briglen? I'm not sure I ever heard of them." Zane asked as
he went from display screen to display screen trying to decipher what he
was seeing.
"The Briglenian League existed about 500,000 to 600,000 years ago
and at its highpoint is believed to have been about half the size of the
Federation. We don't know if they died out, were conquered, assimilated
by other cultures or even if they still exist. Unfortunately we have
never discovered a Briglen world. We have found numerous outposts and
observatories such as this one and from there have been able to determine
the rest."
Zane was a little confused. "Are you saying this room is all
they built here? Why?"
"Yes, it seemed the Briglen were explorers much as ourselves.
Like us when they found an inhabited planet below a certain level
they would set up a covert base to monitor it. We have found bases of
this nature throughout the Federation, and the Romulan and Klingon Empires."
"So whoever built this moonbase was being quietly watched by the
Briglen and they happened to stumble across this room. Ensign, the
equipment in this base can't be anymore than 1000 to 1500 years old."
"Yes sir it is a miraculous find." McGiver's replied enthusiastically.
"Well then, are we able to decipher their writings?"
"I believe so sir. If you could just access the computer from
that workstation there I will feed a translation program into the
mainframe here."
Zane sat where he was directed and stared at the screen for a few
seconds. Deciding that the middle box on the screen was the proper one.
He touched it lightly with his finger. Nothing. Undaunted he tried
another and was met with the same fate. A few more tries. "Uh, Ensign..."
"Oh sorry sir." McGivers replied smiling "You have to use those
buttons in front of you, the keyboard, until I feed the program in.
After that we can hook the tricorder right into it and use it as an
interface."
Zane looked down, cracking his knuckles. "Keyboard. How quaint."
<<<NRPG>>><br>
Nogura: I hope you two didn't take the runabout out there just to
wreck it. Weren't you on a surveying mission trying to chase
down something interesting. You better find something good
to help explain all the damage you've done.<BEG><br>
Away Team:Enjoying our excursion. Loved the virus idea. The Andromeda
Strain of the 24th century!<br>
FEYNMAN:Ominous forboding!<br>
respectfully submitted,<br>
LT.CMDR Zane<br>
<pre style="background-color: #303030; color: #ccc7e1;">
==========================================================================
==== LT.Tarsa Rogers CEO USS TESLA                                    ====
==== LT.CMDR Zane XO/FO 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: Out of the Asteroid Belt and Into the...</h3>
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Kristen Gant 1-30-1996</h4>
Stardate: 80130.1458<br>
Scene: Runabout Nogura<br>
MD: 1.1400<br>
Krysa wasn’t happy about Ens. Jarren’s latest idea. However, if they
didn’t try it they would definitely be destroyed when the two asteroid’s
collided. She wished there was another solution, but there wasn’t any
time to come up with one.
“Okay, just do it then. Don’t let me think about it anymore.”
Jarren set to work deciding on the right mix of anti-matter and
deuterium fuel. “Hold on.” he said as fingers began to dance across the
panel in front of him. The runabout rocked and shook until Krysa
thought it was going to come apart at the seams. “Ha!” shouted Jarren.
“We’ve done it! Here we go...”
The runabout lifted of the surface of the asteroid and headed out into
the asteroid field. Jarren again set to work dodging asteroids, and
within a few minutes they were out of the asteroid belt.
“Signal the FEYNMAN. Tell them we are coming in.”
She tried to call up the FEYNMAN. After a moment of hailing, Jenn looked
at Jerran and said, "I still can't get through." She looked at her
sensors, scanning for the Starship. I can’t find the ship. Where did
they go?”
She continued to search with sensors for the missing ship. “I know they
weren’t jus.... Uh, Terri... we are being hailed... It is on a very
strange frequency.”
Jarren looked over at Jenn’s panel. “Who’s hailing us?”
“I don’t know. There aren’t any ships on sensors.” She paused. “Well,
only one way to tell..” Krysa turned back to her console and began
hitting buttons.
<Prepare yourselves, the end is near.>
Regards,
Lt.(j.g.) Krysa Jenn
****
NRPG: okay, okay, so it’s corny<G> But there is definatley something out
there with a morbid sense of humor. (ie. Jason’s post this am<G>)
Kristen
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Arrival to the Moon</h3>
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Kristen Gant 1-31-1996</h4>
Stardate: 80131.1253<br>
Scene: Runabout Nogura<br>
MD: 1.1435<br>
The runabout had reached the moon and Jarren was putting her into orbit.
Jarren looked at her. “We need to think about this. Let’s see if we can
put something’s together.”
“You’re right. I have been doing some thinking since we got that
recorded message. If what we encountered was an automated security
system, why is it only attacking us in the asteroid belt. Why isn’t it
attacking us now?”
“You have an idea?” Jarren asked
“Well, only that maybe the moon base is a part of the security system.
In other words, a lure to keep intruders away from the real ‘prize’.
Maybe what is actually being protected, is *in* the asteroid belt.”
“Interesting theory. Try hailing the Feynman”
Krysa nodded, and turned back to her panel, “Still no sign of the
Feynman. I’m going to hail the away team.” Krysa began trying to hail
them. “Runabout Nogura to Away Team, do you read me?”
[Zane here. Where are you?]
“We are in orbit around the moon, Sir. There is no sign of the Feynman,
but we are pretty badly damaged, so sensors might not be working.
However, they aren’t answering any hails either.”
Regards,<br>
Lt.(j.g.) Krysa Jenn<br>
<br>
NRPG: I really didn’t know what was up with the FEYNMAN, so I didn’t
want to make them close if they weren’t. But they could pop up at
anytime.... I mean our sensors are pretty badly damaged.<G> Of course
that couldn’t be Krysa’s fault could it??
Joe, I don’t know what you want to do now. Either wait for Andy to post
something from Zane, or what. I think it might be time to start pooling
some info though. At any rate, I pass along the “ball”<G>
Kristen
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Away Team: Moon Base</h3>
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by
Andrew Catterick 1-31-1996</h4>
SD:80131.2200<br>
MD:1.1430<br>
Scene: Command and Information Centre, Fobok running in...<br>
> He then ran in, and handed him the cure, "Sir, this is it..but we've got to go back there..or even just me. The containment field > around the viruses failed, Commander Maril's still back there.."
> He then stood waiting for orders.
Zane hit his commbadge. "Zane to Charles meet me at the research
lab immediately." He turned to McGivers "Stay here and gather as much
information as possible. Fobok your with me." The two officers rushed
from the room, hoping they would be in time to save Maril.
<nowiki>*********************************************************************</nowiki>
<br>
Scene:Outside Research Lab
The two officers arrived in time to see the CSO pulling the
unconscious OPS officer from the room.
"Report." Zane ordered as Fobok crouched beside Maril, running
his tricorder over him.
"I got here about 30 seconds ago and found Commander Maril lying
in the middle of the room. I pulled him out and you arrived."
Fobok stood and ran the tricorder quickly over Jordon. "You seem
to be in good health lieutenant."
"And Maril." Zane asked.
"There is nothing I can do for him here. We must get him back to
the ship."
"Zane to FEYNMAN...Zane to FEYNMAN...Come in FEYNMAN we have a
medical emergency." Zane turned to the other officers. "It seems we
have another problem."
"Perhaps if return to the surface where we originally beamed down
we would have a better chance of being heard." Fobok suggested.
"Good idea. Lieutenant Charles, return to the CIC and aid
McGivers. We'll return there as soon as possible."
<nowiki>*******************************************************************</nowiki>
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Scene: Moonbase, beam-down point.
As the small group emerged from the elevator Zane's commbadge
came to life. [Nogura to Away Team.]
Smiling with relief at Fobok he replied. "Zane here go ahead."
For the next few seconds both filled each other in on their
current status. As was quickly becoming the norm things were growing
much worse. "Do you have enough power to transport Maril up to the
Nogura?" Zane asked.
[Affirmative.] the counselor replied.
"Good. You have more medical equipment then us. Energize."
<<<NRPG>>>
Just a short one to patch a few things together. I have no idea where
any of this is going but I'm looking forward to finding out. It seems we
have 1)a missing starship 2)an almost powerless runabout 3)an ominous
force 4)an ancient moonbase 5)a secret observatory from an ancient but
advanced race spying on the moonbase 6) an infected second officer
Hmmmmm. Where do we go from here:)
Respectfully submitted,<br>
LT.CMDR Zane
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==========================================================================
==== LT.Tarsa Rogers CEO USS TESLA                                    ====
==== LT.CMDR Zane XO/FO USS FEYNMAN                                  ====R
==== LT.CMDR Nigel Brock ALB INSTRUCTOR HOLODECK 18                  ====
==========================================================================
==== Andy Catterick St. Catharines, Ontario                          ====
==== acatteri@freenet.npiec.on.ca Canada                              ====
==========================================================================
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