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future mission plots to forward to Mike...
future mission plots to forward to Mike...


respectfully submitted,
Respectfully submitted,
 
Andy
Andy


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-LT.CMDR Nigel Brock, Instructor, Holodeck 18<br>
-LT.CMDR Nigel Brock, Instructor, Holodeck 18<br>
-LT.CMDR Tarsa Rogers, Executive Officer, USS GAUSS<br>
-LT.CMDR Tarsa Rogers, Executive Officer, USS GAUSS<br>
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">SB Epsilon: Selek Reports</h3>
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Mike Dawe 4-3-1996</h4>
CINCOPS' Office<br>
SD 80323.1700<br>
>"The Admiral will see you now Lieutenant," the attractive secretary told<br>
>Del. Del smiled his little evil smile, and entered the depths of the evil<br>
>Admiral's office. He wondered what she would have to tell him, or if she<br>
>even remembered good old Ltjg Del Selek. He approached the lady that sat in<br>
>a hoverchair, came to a relaxed attention and said, "Howdy Admiral, any<br>
>positions open for a CScio?"<br>
But the lady in the hoverchair wasn't there. In a regular chair sitting
behind the Admiral's desk sat an Andorian Commodore - Del could see he was
rather tall and slim, though he was sitting down. "Where's Admiral Ashe?" he
asked with a certain expectation.
"The secretary didn't explain?" Tal asked rather gruffly.
"Nope." Del wondered if the Commodore would have the same reaction to him
that the Admiral did.
Tal just shook his head and wiggled his antennae in frustration. Then he
gave the explanation he'd heard himself give a hundred times in the last
week. "Admiral Ashe is at a meeting of the Federation High Council. I'm
filling in for her while she's gone. Name and bio, please."
"Ltjg Del Selek," he responded promptly, handing over his PADD.
"OK, Mr. Selek. Please report to RAdm. Nicholas at SB EPSILON. I believe
SILVER Fleet needs a Science Officer."
"Whatever you say," said the brash lieutenant, and he turned and left.
SNIP: <br>
At 07:09 AM 4/2/96 -0800, sherman johns wrote:<br>
>SD: 80403<br>
>
>Del strolled through the corridors of Starbase Epsilon...in the direction of<br>
>the Admiral's Office. He wondered if his reputation as a troublemaker had<br>
>preceded him to Silver Fleet, or if he would have to make his reputation<br>
>known. He contemplated for a few moments playing a joke on the Admiral, and<br>
>decided against it...there would be enough time to make enemies. Selek<br>
>halted his thoughts as he arrived at the Admiral's office. He approached the<br>
>secretary, whom adviced hism to take a seat until he would be called upon.<br>
>Not much time passed until Selek was told that the Admiral was ready to see<br>
>him. The Cardassian smiled his little evil smile, and entered the Admiral's<br>
>office.<br>
>
>"Howdy Admiral," the Cardassian said in a relaxed manner, "still have that<br>
>CSciO position open?"<br>
The Admiral looked across the desk at the casual Cardassian with a
look one normally reserves for examining an unknown substance on the bottom
of your shoe after wandering in a pasture. the silense stretched taut for a
moment before he spoke, softly. "While the Federation may be realxed in
military protocol when compared to the Cardassian traditions this is _not_ a
lounge. 'Howdy' won't cut it here although I believe it is classed as
acceptable in the Grey Fleet."
Del flinched slightly at the calm manner in which a transfer to the
grey fleet was mentioned. The Grey fleet was the mothball fleet. Both for
ships and careers.
"Now perhaps you would like to try this again, Ensign?"
"Lt, Admiral, Lt. See? They gave me the extra pip right here and
that means . . . " For a large man the Admiral moved swiftly. The pip was
off the collar before Del even saw the movement from behind the desk.
"Would you like to try for Cadet?" Purred Azariah tossing the pip
on the desk. "No? Then let's see if I do 'still have that CSciO position
open', shall we?"


Ensign Selek thought it was probably a good thing he hadn't tried
for a practical joke. Moments later he was outside the office door with his
new orders in one hand and his pip still sitting on the Admirals desk. He
didn't know if the demotion was official or just a removal of the insignia.
He wasn't about to go back in and ask. A D-Warp shuttle was waiting for him
to take him to the USS FEYNMAN.
<<<nrpg>>>
There ya go Sherman, you got a good ship. I'll leave it to you to decide
and discover whether you are demoted or not, your call. <G> Just take note
Azariah Nicholas is not somebody to say 'howdy' to.
mike--->I've had students like you
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Intruder Alert!!</h3>
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Intruder Alert!!</h3>
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Kristen Gant 4-3-1996</h4>
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Kristen Gant 4-3-1996</h4>
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Krysa nodded.
Krysa nodded.


****
<nowiki>****</nowiki>


Commissioner Thessa was once again on a secured comm link.
Commissioner Thessa was once again on a secured comm link.


<What do you mean they are coming back!>
[What do you mean they are coming back!]


“Not the Feynman, just her Captain. The President has asked for a
Not the Feynman, just her Captain. The President has asked for a
impartial moderator which is within his rights. And does make it
impartial moderator which is within his rights. And does make it
possible for Zane to come back and do so, while still not snubbing you
possible for Zane to come back and do so, while still not snubbing you
on Manark.”
on Manark.


<I can see our covert tactics are not working as planned. Perhaps it is
[I can see our covert tactics are not working as planned. Perhaps it is
time to be a little more aggressive. I would assume the Captain would be
time to be a little more aggressive. I would assume the Captain would be
taking a shuttle craft back to Furjen, then.>
taking a shuttle craft back to Furjen, then.]


<nowiki>“Most likely. But...”</nowiki>
"Most likely. But..."


<We shall just have to make sure that the Federation shuttle carrying
[We shall just have to make sure that the Federation shuttle carrying
the impartial mediator does not make it back to Furjen, won’t we.”
the impartial mediator does not make it back to Furjen, won't we?]


“But you can’t just blow up a Federation shuttle! There would be
"But you can't just blow up a Federation shuttle! There would be
investigations, and the Feynman would most definitely be brought back
investigations, and the Feynman would most definitely be brought back then."
then.”


<Who said anything about blowing it up....>
[Who said anything about blowing it up...]


Regards,<br>
Regards,<br>
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NRPG: Don’t know who is taking Beta shift now... But duty calls<G> BTW,<br>
NRPG: Don’t know who is taking Beta shift now... But duty calls<G> BTW,<br>
thanks, Andy for getting me out of it !<br>
thanks, Andy for getting me out of it !<br>
Kristen
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Still Goin' To Manark V</h3>
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Max Felsher 4-7-1996</h4>
SD 80407.1500 (GMT)<br>
MD 4.1730<br>
Bridge<br>
As the Nogura sped away, Maril ordered, "Mr. Cartwright, continue on current
speed and heading."
"Aye, sir."
Maril sat down in the center chair, only to hear a beep from his
communicator. [Jade to Maril.]
"Maril here."
[Sir, could Selek, Tok, Krazny, and I talk to you?]
"Of course. Just walk down the path."
[No, sir, could we do it in private?]
"Very well. I will be in the Captain's Ready Room."
[Thank you, sir. Jade out.]
Minutes later, Maril was sitting behind the desk in the Ready Room and the
four officers were standing in front.
"So, what did you want to say?" Maril started.
"Well, sir, we would like to take the Bridge Officer's Test," Tok replied.
"All of you?" Maril said as he raised an eyebrow.
"Sir, we realize it is out of the ordinary, but we would like to do this,"
Selek said.
Maril sighed and looked out the window. "Very well. I want all four of you
in Holodeck 2 at 1830 hours. Understood?"
"Understood," the four of them replied in unison.
"Good. Dismissed."
"Maril to Bellad. I would like you to take the Bridge."
[Aye, sir.]
MD 4.1830
Holodeck 2
Lt.<jg>'s Selek and Tok, as well as Ensigns Sr'qwon and Krazny walked into
the Holodeck. Maril had arrived half an hour earlier to set the program up.
"Now, you will need to listen to me carefully," Maril started. "Since this
is rather out of the ordinary, I have changed it in some ways. As we are in
the middle of a mission, and I do not want us to be away from the ship for very
long, you will not take the whole test at the moment. The only section,
though it is the most important, that you will take is the Command section.
If you pass this part of the test, you will have at least a temporary shift.
The rest of the test will be taken after the mission is over. Do you
understand?"
"Yes, sir."
"Good. Computer, begin Bridge Officer's Test, Section:Command-Variation
Beta."
The black and yellow grid faded away as the bridge of a ship, but what ship
none of the officers could tell. It certainly wasn't the Feynman.
The Captain, who was a Ferengi, stood up. "What are you doing? Get to your
ships!"
The four officers looked confused. "Ships, sir? What ships?" Tok asked.
The Ferengi captain sighed, frustrated. "Look, I'm Captain Meln of the USS
Amsterdam. You are the CO's of those Feynman-class ships behind us. Your
mission is to find the Bajoran terrorist ships inside the Deptapa Nebula and
get them out of it. Understood?" the captain had said everything before in a
sweet voice. The four officers nodded. "Then go!" That was not such a sweet
voice.
Making their way to the transporter room, they found the names of the ships
and decided who would get which.
Lt.<jg> Selek beamed onto the oldest of the ships:the USS Tecumseh Sherman.
Lt.<jg> Tok was transported to the smallest:the USS Independence.
Ensign Sr'qwon found herself on the most heavily armed(and damaged):the USS
Eagle. Finally, Ensign Krazny was beamed to the one with the most advanced sensors
(but the worst weapons):the USS Stennis.
The sun has met the sea,<br>
Lt. Commander Onta Maril,<br>
First Officer, USS Feynman,<br>
aka Max Felsher<br>
NRPG:
All: Andrew, Sherman, Lysle, and Charles asked me to administer the BrOT for
them, and like the fool that I am, I agreed. ;)
Andy, Kristen, Jospeh: Have fun on Furjen!(or wherever you're going) :)
Charles, Lysle, Sherman, Andrew: So, you all know what you're doing? You got to
capture these Bajoran terrorist ships from the nebula, but you can delegate
duties however you like. Captain Meln is meant to be played mean and nasty.
And I have no idea where I got the name Meln(hmmm...why is my nose getting
longer?) And you all know the characteristics of your ships, right?
Jason: Sorry you have to miss out on the fun. ;) (Don't worry, you'll only miss
them being tortured.) ;) I didn't have Koreth take command because I know he
has the GAMMA shift, and I didn't think he would want to come up to the Bridge. :)
Lt. Cmdr. Onta Maril FO USS Feynman<br>
Ens. Siqor CEO USS Tesla<br>
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: On the Road Again</h3>
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by
Andrew Catterick 4-7-1996</h4>
SD: 80407.1400<br>
MD: 4.1800<br>
Scene: Shuttle NOGURA, Inside Nebula<br>
The shuttle NOGURA had remained quietly hidden in the nebula for
over 30 minutes, waiting for their pursuers to make a move. They
hadn't. Jerran remained glued to the pilot's seat, ready for
maneuvering. Jenn and Fobok sat at console's monitoring the Manark
ship.
The two officers had made some adjustments to the sensor array
and had sent out a pulse of energy towards where they thought the ship
might be. Most of the energy dissipated before leaving the nebula but
enough made it to the target to determine its position. By closely
the output they could tell where an 'object' blocked the wave. They
assumed the object was the Manark ship and that its own sensors wouldn't
be able to detect the energy wave.
"Sir, if I may ask a question."
"Sure Fobok. Go ahead."
"We are in a Starfleet vessel and our representatives of
Starfleet and the Federation. Presumably the occupants of the ship
waiting outside the nebula are citizens of Manark V and are, therefore,
Federation citizens as well?"
"Thats true."
"I fail to understand why we are hiding from them."
"Don't you think, after all that has happened it is a little
strange."
"Perhaps. But isn't it more likely that they merely wish to meet
with us, pass along a message or something of that nature?"
"But that doesn't explain the energy weapon they powered up."
Jerran joined the conversation.
"That is true. However, by our fleeing the ship perhaps they
assumed the occupants were not who they appear to be. In short by
running from an ally for no reason they have a right to be suspicious of
us. The fact that their weapon was designed to detain rather than
destroy could be seen as evidence of that."
"Its plausible." Zane didn't seem convinced. "But if they had
to becoming after us for a reason. If they simply wanted to talk they
could have done so without leaving the planet. If they had requested our
wherabouts from the FEYNMAN Onta wuld have told us. No, my gut tells me
there up to no good."
"Well there no match for us." Jerran offered.
"Suspicious or not I don't want to fire on a Federation ship.
For all we know that is what they want us to do."
"Well if they want us to be late for the mediation talks they're
doing a good job. The longer we sit here the worse the situation gets."
Jenn added
"Agreed. So how do we get out of here without a fight?"
<<<NRPG>>>
NOGURA: Options?
BrOT: Have fun!
regards,<br>
Andy<br>
-CMDR Zane, Commanding, USS FEYNMAN<br>
-LT.CMDR Nigel Brock, Instructor, Holodeck 18<br>
-LT.CMDR Tarsa Rogers, Executive Officer, USS GAUSS<br>
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: BrOT: Stenn-Ographer</h3>
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by
Charles Jencks 4-7-1996</h4>
(OK, it's a bad pun)8<br>
SD 80407.23408<br>
Holodeck: USS John C Stennis8<br>
The communications officer said, "Captain Krazny, the Independence 6*,
Eagle, and Sherman are hailing us."
<nowiki>*Captain Krazny sounds nice*</nowiki> Krazny thought, then said, "On screen. Three
part split display mode."
The viewscreen crackled to life, and Krazny stood. "Greetings. I am
Captain Krazny Oktyabr of the USS John C Stennis." He muttered, "OPS, tie
in the feed from the Spotlight sensor array."
NRPG: Krazny's ready for whatever you have in mind. To cover for what
Maril said about our weaponry, as in my last post, we have NO photon
torpedos, only standard phasers. Otherwise, it's a normal Feynman-class
ship, with the addition of the Spotlight sensor array.
<pre style="font-weight: bold; background-color: #303030; color: #ccc7e1;">
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- Charles Jencks (jencksc@watmail.ucr.edu)                                  -
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- http://www.tripod.com/~Jencks/ASRPage                                    -
-----------------------------ASR Charachter List-----------------------------
- Ensign Christophe Boulanger, USS MELBOURNE FCO, Blue Fleet                -
- Ensign K'Zeka'Sl'V"Kia, USS GAUSS FCO, Blue Fleet                        -
- Ensign Krazny Oktyabr, USS FEYNMAN CNS, Silver Fleet                      -
- Ensign Jarin Edisrevir, USS LINCOLN CSO, Red Fleet                        -
-Captain Marie Tranquilite Alsatien, SS ALSACE (MVL-774221) CO (Free Thread)-
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</pre>
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Aboard the Eagle</h3>
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Andrew Nugteren 4-7-1996</h4>
SD: 80407.2330<br>
Scene: Bridge of the USS Eagle<br>
MD: 4.1830<br>
"Captain Sr'qwon on the bridge," the Ferengi First Officer announced as
Jade beamed directly onto the bridge. The bridge of the Eagle was
reassuringly familiar, although Jade noticed immediately the subtle changes.
The Science station had been downgraded to just one terminal behind the
Tactical station, while Tactical had seemingly expanded and two officers
stood at the ready.
The Ferengi stepped aside smartly and following Jade's cue, took his seat
on her right. "Yellow alert," Jade ordered customarily and watched as the
alert klaxon began to ring. "Your name?" she addressed the Ferengi.
"Shog sir," he smiled. "Commander Shog."
"Status report Mr. Shog?"
"Offensive capability at 100%. Delphi and long-range sensors are down.
Engineering are working on it, although they expect it will take several
days to repair the damage."
"Damage?" the tone of Jade's voice queried his report.
"We took battle damage while completing our last mission at Galorndan
Cor," Shog began and then continued with a note of pride in his voice. "We
took out the flagship and damaged the two escorts before they turned and...."
"Thank you for the history Mr.Shog," Jade cut him short. "I believe we
have a mission to complete."
"Ah yes, of course sir," he stuttered.
Jade was about to make a comment when Tactical interrupted. "Captain, we
have an incoming channel from the Independence. It's linked to both the
Tecumseh Sherman and the Stennis."
"On screen."
Respectfully submitted,<br>
Ensign Jade Sr'qwon<br>
<<NRPG>>
Okay, here we all are!! The Eagle is damaged like most of the otheres (!)
but then again it wouldn't be fair if we were hunting them down in A1
condition Solar class vessels would it!!
<pre style="background-color: #303030; color: #ccc7e1;">
+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+
| Ensign Jade Sr'qwon Chief Security Officer USS FEYNMAN                    |
| Lt.Colonel Chris Williams Instructor - Holodeck 11 ARMSTRONG LB          |
| Captain Paul Paxwax Fleet Intelligence Officer SILVER FLEET              |
+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+
| Andrew Nugteren                                              Christchurch |
| Email: andrewn@iconz.co.nz                                    New Zealand |
+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+
</pre>
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: BrOT: Mississippi Fox</h3>
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by
Charles Jencks 4-8-1996</h4>
SD 80408.0350<br>
Aboard USS John C Stennis (named after a Mississippi senator and a CVN)
Captain Krazny spoke up. "I disagree. I think the STENNIS, with its better
sensors, should go in. I can detect them at longer range, and chase them
out. But perhaps you are right. How about this: The STENNIS and the
INDEPENDENCE go in, and the SHERMAN and the EAGLE move to the far side of
the Nebula, and we'll chase them through. Like a hammer against an anvil."
NRPG: Makes sense, does it not?
BTW make sure you change my address to the watmail one, the other one has
not been reaching me since Thursday. And yes, I ralize it does not match
the one that comes on my messages, but trust me.
And, I have some specs on my web page that we might want to look at for
the terrorist ships. Check it out at
http://www.tripod.com/~SSAlsace/QuebecSpecs. Charles
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: BrOT: USS John C Stennis</h3>
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by
Charles Jencks 4-8-1996</h4>
SD 80407.1620<br>
Holodeck: Aboard the "USS John C Stennis"<br>
The 'Captain' of the USS John C Stennis made his way to the Bridge, and
started off giving orders. "Helm, pull us away from the other ships, but
keep us in transporter range. OPS, prepare the Spotlight sensor array.
Tactical, I want all torpedo bays loaded..."
"But sir, we don't *have* any torpedoes."
"What do you mean?"
"We had to use all the torpedoes on the Galorndan Cor mission and we
haven't been able to dock at a starbase since then."
"Great. Medical, prepare for casualties. Science, is there anything
strange about the nebula?"
"We can't go through at warp, which is normal, and all energy-based
systems will have their ranges diminished to one half due to the sheer
density of the matter in the nebula."
"Nice... let's see, if I were a terrorist, where would I hide?" Under his
breath, he muttered, "It's in the blood."
The Ferengi OPS officer said, "What, sir?"
"Never mind. Those terrorists, well, if I were them, I'd hide either in
the center of the nebula or on the outer edge, just farther than our
sensors could penetrate."
Ops said, "Sir, the Spotlight array has a much greater range and
resolution than those ships think. We'll find them."
The Captain, Ens Krazny Oktyabr, sighed. "Hail the Amsterdam. I want to
know what kind of ships those terrorists have." He thought to himself, <nowiki>*If
they have Quebec-class MVLs, I'm going to laugh out loud.*</nowiki>
NRPG: First installment. Haven't really done anything but move away
(reasonably, to reduce the interfence on the sensors) and eplain the
weaponry thing.
BTW if all these ships are FEYNMAN-class, how can the Independence be
smaller?
Charles Jencks<br>
Ens Krazny Oktyabr<br>
</pre>
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: A Dangerous Adversary</h3>
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Andrew Nugteren 4-8-1996</h4>
SD: 80408.0440<br>
<<NRPG>><br>
I'm missing the post before this one but by the sounds of things it doesn't
seem a lot transpired behind my back <EG>
<<RPG>><br>
>Captain Krazny spoke up. "I disagree. I think the STENNIS, with its better<br>
>sensors, should go in. I can detect them at longer range, and chase them<br>
>out. But perhaps you are right. How about this: The STENNIS and the<br>
>INDEPENDENCE go in, and the SHERMAN and the EAGLE move to the far side of<br>
>the Nebula, and we'll chase them through. Like a hammer against an anvil."<br>
Jade considered Krazny's thoughts carefully. What he had said made a lot
of sense, especially seeing the damage the Eagle had taken. If the Stennis
and Independence could somehow get the rebels to run then the Eagle and
Sherman could gun them down at the other end. The only problem was it
sounded all too easy, and not something that the Feynman's First Officer
would have set up for a Command test. She was distracted by a junior
officer who piped up.
"Captain, I've picked up something urgent for you."
Jade apologised to her comrades for the interruption and made here way
quickly to the young officers station. He gestured nervously at the little
sensor input they were getting.
"Sir, we're receiving an increase in neutrino pulse waves coming from the
Nebula. It would be nothing unusual but I've run a recent history scan past
the computer. Apparently more than 40 ships have been attacked in this area
within the last 5 years. Most were just fired upon, however a few were
destroyed."
"Carry on," Jade nodded seriously, realising there must be a reason for
her having been called away from the joint transmission.
"The mystery pirate causing the damage reputedly has cloaking capability
to avoid detection. Reports from those attacked also suggest it is a
massive ship, and has an incredible grunt of firepower. Back to the logs,
we've just been installing some new Vulcan scanning software to make up for
our defficient sensors and the moment they went on line they picked up an
anomoly." The officer gestured to the screen.
"It was only there for a few seconds but it was long enough for the
sensors to pick up. The computer gives it a 45% chance of being a sensor
shadow, 20% that it's an asteroid from the belt and a 13% probability that
it's a ship it the middle of decloaking."
"13% is fairly slim, Ensign," Jade commented.
"That's not all sir," the science officer continued to justify his
findings. "The computer has come up with two very recent incidents near
this system and I've plotted a trajectory that, assuming they continue
roughly in the same direction, would place them near our present position.
I think that would significantly raise the chances that the pirate is in the
Nebula."
Jade thought quickly to herself for a brief moment. The science officers
conclusions were quite valid and if so, were cause for reasonable concern.
She turned to see her First Officer Shog behind her looking over her shoulder.
"Advice, Number One?"
"If the cloaked pirate is in the Nebula, it seems more than just a
coincidence that the Bajoran rebels have recently entered. Perhaps the
Bajorans are running supplies for the vessel, or alternatively that the
cloaked vessel acts as a mothership supplying them. I advise caution."
"And which reputable First Officer doesn't," Jade grinned at his comment.
Caution could never be criticised, but could always be praised if something
came of it. "We'll go to Red Alert." She moved back to her chair and
addressed her fellow Captains and began to relay the findings...
Respectfully submitted<br>
Ensign Jade Sr'qwon<br>
<<NRPG>>
Hunting down some Bajoran rebels seemed a little easy, so I decided to come
up with something on the spur of the moment that is a more than just a
little *more* challenging for four Feynman class vessels! <EG>
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| Ensign Jade Sr'qwon Chief Security Officer USS FEYNMAN                    |
| Lt.Colonel Chris Williams Instructor - Holodeck 11 ARMSTRONG LB          |
| Captain Paul Paxwax Fleet Intelligence Officer SILVER FLEET              |
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| Andrew Nugteren                                              Christchurch |
| Email: andrewn@iconz.co.nz                                    New Zealand |
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<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: BrOT: The Ulster</h3>
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by
Charles Jencks 4-8-1996</h4>
SD 80408.0812.<br>
"USS John C Stennis" (BTW this is post 9 of the test)<br>
Captain Krazny startled when his OPS officer spoke up. "We are reading a
ship coming out of the nebula. Its size and markings indicate it as a
Quebec-class MVL, the SS ULSTER. That ship, I may add, was stolen from
the Norfolk Starship Yard, where it was built, three years ago."
Captain Krazny said, "Can the others see them yet?"
"No, they are just within range of the Spotlight array, at quarter impulse."
"Maybe they don't know we can detect them at this range. Helm, intercept
course, warp seven, wait on my order."
"Yessir." The raw ensign rubbed her ridged Bajoran nose, which made
Krazny think of the faint ridging of his own.
OPS spoke up again. "I no longer have a reading on the ULSTER, sir, but
it's not like a cloak, more like, a jammer... sir, order shields up and
power to phasers!"
"Why?"
"EM jamming... the trademark of fightercraft since the 20th century!"
NRPG: Is there any coming at us? Keep in mind that they would be less
than eight in number and runabout-sized, maximum. Also that the
Quebec-class MVL is similar in armaments and size to a frigate, and
probably would not stand a chance against four Feynman-class destroyers,
even if we held back to phasers (and I have to...)
If you haven't yet, download those specs if you get a chance. I have a
printout sitting next to my machine right now.
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- Ensign Christophe Boulanger, USS MELBOURNE FCO, Blue Fleet                -
- Ensign K'Zeka'Sl'V"Kia, USS GAUSS FCO, Blue Fleet                        -
- Ensign Krazny Oktyabr, USS FEYNMAN CNS, Silver Fleet                      -
- Ensign Jarin Edisrevir, USS LINCOLN CSO, Red Fleet                        -
-Captain Marie Tranquilite Alsatien, SS ALSACE (MVL-774221) CO (Free Thread)-
- (SS ALSACE (MVL-774221) page at http://www.tripod.com/~SSAlsace/SSAlsace) -
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<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: NRPG:Explanation?</h3>
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by
Mike Dawe 4-8-1996</h4>
> Charles Jencks wrote...<br>
>. And, I've been meaning to ask, especially now that I know we have a mole in the Admiralty...<br>
><br>
>Why isn't our 'captain' a Captain?<br>
It was a idea batted around the Admiralty and one I supported. The big
ships have CO's that are Captains but smaller ships may be manned by
officers not of full captains rank. To quote:
>
>Heavy Cruiser and Above (CA, CC, BC, etc)<br>
><br>
>CO= Captain<br>
>XO= Commander<br>
>Ops= Lt.Commander<br>
>CSO= Lt(jg) or Lt.<br>
>CEO= Lt(jg) to LtCmdr<br>
>CMO= Lt. to Commander<br>
>CNS= Lt. to Commander<br>
>CSciO = Lt(jg) or Lt.<br>
>FCO = Ensign<br>
>MCO = LMaj to Lt.Col<br>
><br>
>Light Cruiser (CL)<br>
><br>
>CO= Commander<br>
>XO= Lt. Commander<br>
>OPS= Lieutenant<br>
>CSO= Lt(jg)<br>
>CMO= Lt.(jg) to LtCmdr<br>
>CNS= Lt.(jg) to LtCmdr<br>
>CSciO=Lt(jg) or Ensign<br>
>FCO= Ensign<br>
>MCO= 1Lt. or LMaj<br>
><br>
>Destroyer, Frigates, Corvettes (DD, FF, ES)<br>
><br>
>CO= Lieutenant Commander<br>
>XO/OPS= Lt<br>
>CSO= Lt(jg) or Ensign<br>
>CMO= Lt(jg) or Lt<br>
>CNS= Lt(jg) or Lt<br>
>CSciO= Lt(jg) or Ensign<br>
>FCO = Ensign<br>
>(?) MCO = 2Lt.<br>
>
>IMPORTANT NOTES:<br>
><br>
>1.) Commanding Officers holding the rank of Captain who are currently<br>
>commanding ships that call for a lower grade will be given the option of<br>
>either remaining with their ship at their current rank or "trading up" as<br>
>new ships, or positions, that call for a Captain as CO become available.<br>
><br>
>2.) CO's have the ability to promote up one rank below their own, with the<br>
>exception of the position of Executive Officer which requires a Flag Officer<br>
>to appoint.<br>
><br>
>3.) Ships smaller than Light Cruiser will combine the Executive Officer and<br>
>Operations Manager positions.<br>
So technically this means that if I promote your CO I have to move him to a
bigger ship.
I'm not sure how written in stone this is. But the way I see it, it gave me
a chance to leave room for promotions, even at the top.
mike--->mole? but I don't squint . . .
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Fugitives!</h3>
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Max Felsher 4-10-1996</h4>
SD 80410.0100 (GMT)<br>
MD 4.1900<br>
Bridge<br>
WO Bellad Jafel stood on watch, as Lt. Commander Maril had ordered.
"Sir, we are nearing Manark V," WO Ein reported.
"Okay. Drop out of warp. Bellad to Maril."
[Maril here.]
"We are nearing Manark V and have dropped out of warp, sir."
[Very good. Keep walking. Maril out.]
"But, sir...," Bellad finally realized Maril needed to stay at the BrOT.
"Well, contact the planet."
"Aye, sir," the officer at Tactical complied. A face, almost Furjenian, but
not quite, appeared on the screen.
[Hello, USS Feynman. Let me introduce myself. I am President Decero Ilab.
Welcome to Manark. May I ask who you are?]
"I'm the Chief Science Officer," Bellad fibbed.
[Chief Science Officer? I don't want the Chief Science Officer. I want the
Captain!]
"Well, actually, I was just promoted to Operations Officer," Bellad lied
again. Deciding even that wasn't good enough, he expanded his lie. "And I am
the second highest in rank on the ship, so I am First Officer as well."
[Well, First Officer. That's a little better. Well, I invite all of your
senior officers to visit our beautiful planet. Ilab out.]
"Well, actually, that is....," Bellad reflected that his first command of a
starship was not going well. Speaking to the officers on the Bridge, he said,
"You think you can pull off being senior officers?"
They smiled. "Aye, aye, sir."
Bellad also smiled. "Okay. Ensign Cartwright, I hereby assign you as Acting
FCO. WO Ein, you are now Acting OPS. CPO Mancuso, you will now be referred to
as Acting CSO. Bellad to Clayton. How would you like to be Acting CMO?"
[I suppose...alright.]
"Good. Meet us in Transporter Room 3. Bellad out."
Holodeck 2
Lt. Commander Maril sat in his "office", a holographic room where he could
watch all of the ships and their captains. He could also enter commands into
the holodeck computer without disturbing the officers in the simulation. He
had just noticed Lt.<jg> Tok's suggestion to find the ships through a "light
net". Not a bad idea, Maril thought. Too bad they might no have a chance to
use it. Maril smiled.
"Computer, have enemy ships attack the...USS Stennis. Have them disable its
shields, then board and capture the Stennis."
<Command carried out.>
Maril smiled again.
[Bellad to Maril.]
"Yes. What is it?"
[Well, the President of Manark invited the senior officers down to the
planet, so we're going.]
"Very well. Get on the raft. Wait, what did you say?"
[Bellad out.]
Maril suddenly realized what Bellad had just said. "Computer, restrict all
transporter access to Security Clearance Level 6 and above. Authorization
Maril beta Nbolni omega 3."
<Authorization accepted. Transporter access limited to officers with
Security Clearance Level 6 and above.>
"Computer, what was the last use of the transporter?"
<A beamdown to the capital of Manark V.>
"The volcano has erupted," Maril lamented. "Maril to Lieutenant Koreth."
[Koreth here.]
"Could you take the Bridge for now? We have a little problem."
[What kind of problem?]
"It appears that some officers beamed down to Manark V unauthorized. So you
should probably send down a security team as well."
[Aye, sir.]
"Maril out."
The sun has met the sea,<br>
Lt. Commander Onta Maril,<br>
First Officer, USS Feynman,<br>
aka Max Felsher<br>
NRPG:
So, we have some future fugitives. Anyone who wants their BETA NPC to come
along that I didn't list(or I put the wrong person), just correct it somehow. :)
Nogura: You think you're going to make it to Furjen? :)
BrOT: Keep on going. I think it's great. Just keep in mind that the USS
Stennis will be attacked very soon.... :) And I do know that it's the weakest
of them weaponry-wise--that's why I picked it. :)
Lysle: Just FYI, what you described is not triangulation. Triangulation is when
you take a view of an object from Point A and Point B. If you know the
distance between Point A and Point B, and you can see the difference between
where the object is in each view, you can use trigonometric tables to figure
out the distance from the two points.
Jason: Good luck trying to catch the fugitives!
Lt. Cmdr. Onta Maril FO USS Feynman<br>
Ens. Siqor CEO USS Tesla<br>
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: BrOT: Filibuster?</h3>
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by
Charles Jencks 4-10-1996</h4>
(another play-on-words on the ship named after a senator)<br>
SD 80410.0030<br>
Aboard the 'Stennis'<br>
All of a sudden, the EM interference dropped off the scale. And there
were eight smaller craft, obviously the terrorists' ships, with phasers
and photons blazing. The Captain of the Stennis was not able to get the
shields up before the first shot, which took out the entire port nacelle.
Another few volleys hit before the distress signal was sent, which would
bring the other ships, which, unfortunately, were over two minutes away
at Warp Nine.
Wishing he had photons, he said, "Tactical... fire at will."
NRPG: Short, but establishes the battle scene.
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- Ensign Christophe Boulanger, USS MELBOURNE FCO, Blue Fleet                  -
- Ensign K'Zeka'Sl'V"Kia, USS GAUSS FCO, Blue Fleet                          -
- Ensign Krazny Oktyabr, USS FEYNMAN CNS, Silver Fleet                        -
- Ensign Jarin Edisrevir, USS LINCOLN CSO, Red Fleet                          -
- Captain (FMM) Marie Tranquilite Alsatien, CO, SS Alsace (MVL-774221) (FT)  -
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- USS Melbourne Homepage: http://members.tripod.com/~Jencks/Melbourne        -
- SS Alsace(MVL-774221)Homepage: http://members.tripod.com/~SSAlsace/SSAlsace -
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<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Blockade!</h3>
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Andrew Nugteren 4-10-1996</h4>
SD: 80410.0900<br>
Scene: Bridge, USS EAGLE<br>
With frightening rapidness, Jade watched as the eight rebel craft leapt
out of the nebula heading for the Stennis with all guns blazing, and then
felt her stomach jerk as the Stennis' port nacelle exploded under a direct hit.
"Red Alert," she ordered. "Intercept course, Warp 9.95 engage!"
"Aye sir," came a worried reply from Engineering. Warp 9.95 was
emergency speed and couldn't be sustained for long before the warp coils
blew. Fortunately in this case, a minute was all that was needed. As the
seconds ticked down, the Eagle's bridge readied itself for the imminent
battle. Tactical checked, and rechecked its attack vectors and then linked
up controls with the helm for possible evasive maneuvers.
Jade watched from her chair as the battle scene grew closer and closer.
The Eagle had been the furthest from the Stennis and was the second of the
three other ships to arrive in support. Phaser fire from the Sherman struck
out destroying an attacker. Almost simultaneously, an enormous anit-matter
explosion glittered in the centre of the viewscreen as the Sherman dumped
it's FRAM-901 warp core into the path of the oncoming vessels.
"Sir," the OPS officer spoke up. "The Stennis' shields have failed and
the Sherman has taken damage."
Jade snapped her eyes back to her arm-rest panel. They were almost in
range.
"Helm, take us out of warp, 1/2 impulse."
"Only 1/2 impulse sir?"
"Ensign."
Dropping out of warp, Jade was pleased to see that the closest attacker
had overestimated their dropout speed and the torpedo spread it had launched
passed harmlessly across the Eagle's bow.
"Fire at will Lieutenant," she ordered. "Helm, increase to maximum
impulse. Direct heading for the Stennis. Position us between the rebels
and the Stennis."
"Aye sir."
The same attacker who had just missed was obviously stupid enough to
assume that the Eagle would keep a constant speed and was caught off guard
again as the Eagle this time accelerated past the second torpedo spread and
just in front of the attacker. A moment later the Eagle's tractor beam had
cut in on the enemy vessel and brought it round onto two nicely placed
torps. Boom! Bang! A second later the Eagle's phasers lashed out at close
range not surprisingly cutting through the now weakened shields and promptly
causing a display that would have brought cheers at a fireworks display.
Now however, was not the time for congratulations as the battle was by no
means over.
With expert precision the Eagle nosed past the Stennis and cut its
impulse engines down to minimum maneuvering velocity.
"Extend our shields to the Stennis and beam the survivors into Cargo Bay
Two," Jade ordered. "Sickbay, ready for casualties in Cargo Bay Two."
The attacking rebels seemed overjoyed by the Eagle's presence almost as
if they were another prize to take. The five remaining began to converge
for a head-on attack run with the Eagle their target...
Respectfully submitted<br>
Ensign Jade Sr'qwon<br>
<<NRPG>>
Charles: Figured you guys could do with some help :) No shields is no fun :)
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| Ensign Jade Sr'qwon Chief Security Officer USS FEYNMAN                    |
| Lt.Colonel Chris Williams Instructor - Holodeck 11 ARMSTRONG LB          |
| Captain Paul Paxwax Fleet Intelligence Officer SILVER FLEET              |
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| Andrew Nugteren                                              Christchurch |
| Email: andrewn@iconz.co.nz                                    New Zealand |
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<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: BrOT: Thanks Jade...</h3>
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by
Charles Jencks 4-10-1996</h4>
> SD: 80410.0900<br>
> Scene: Bridge, USS EAGLE<br>
> The attacking rebels seemed overjoyed by the Eagle's presence almost as<br>
> if they were another prize to take. The five remaining began to converge<br>
> for a head-on attack run with the Eagle their target...<br>
Location: Eagle Cargobay 2:
Ensign Krazny looked around, somewhat dejectedly. He hadn't been beamed
out of a crisis like that since... the Black Hole Squadron getting
ambushed by those Orion pirates on the way to the Rigel Cup competition
junior year at the Academy.
Of course, this time he'd had command of something more than an Academy
Flyer.
Wading through what could only be the remains of his crew, he headed for
the Eagle's bridge.
Upon reaching the Eagle's bridge, he said, "*Captain* Sr'qwon, what shall
I do to assist you?"
NRPG: Andrew, your turn. Haven't seen much of you since the election...
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- Ensign Christophe Boulanger, USS MELBOURNE FCO, Blue Fleet                  -
- Ensign K'Zeka'Sl'V"Kia, USS GAUSS FCO, Blue Fleet                          -
- Ensign Krazny Oktyabr, USS FEYNMAN CNS, Silver Fleet                        -
- Ensign Jarin Edisrevir, USS LINCOLN CSO, Red Fleet                          -
- Captain (FMM) Marie Tranquilite Alsatien, CO, SS Alsace (MVL-774221) (FT)  -
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<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Two Captains, One ship :)</h3>
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Andrew Nugteren 4-10-1996</h4>
SD: 80410.1055<br>
Scene: Bridge, USS Eagle<br>
>Wading through what could only be the remains of his crew, he headed for<br>
>the Eagle's bridge.<br>
><br>
>Upon reaching the Eagle's bridge, he said, "Captain* Sr'qwon, what shall<br>
>I do to assist you?"<br>
Jade spared a glance from the tactical screen and spotted Krazny standing
to the side of the bridge; her bridge she reminded herself with a smile
despite the grim situation they were facing. "If you could take Operations
Krazny," she gestured at the officer sitting there. "Mr. Foresolf, report
to Engineering and assist Mr. Yahiklow with damage control."
"Aye sir," the OPS officer slid out of the chair and stepped smartly into
the turbolift. Krazny took his seat and began to quickly monitor the
onboard situation. The Eagle still had most of it's offensive weaponary
online but had suffered a crippling hit to engineering. Impulse power was
still online, but only at about 50% of maximum. The problem at OPS was
redistributing the remaining power to cover lifesupport, shields, weapons
and engines, as well as leaving backup power for emergency action. He
quickly got to work.
Back to the situation, despite having already taken damage, the Sherman
continued to bravely battle on as well. A well placed salvo had taken out
the lead attacker on the last run but that still left four intact, and
judging by their speed, still relatively undamaged.
The Eagle shook as another blast was absorbed by the shields.
"Shields down to 23%," Tactical shouted above the alarm klaxon. "More
than two more hits and shields will be comprimised sir."
A shout from Krazny confirmed that he had something to offer. "Captain,"
he turned excitedly. "Since the rebels are flying in headon, my short-range
sensors show they've redirected all of their shielding to the foreward hull
alone. If we could get a hit to the rear-section of their hulls, they'd go
up just like that."
Jade's hopes, which had risen slightly at Kranzy's initial excitement,
began to drop. "The only problem is that we *can't* get behind them," she
exclaimed. "They severely outrun us with our damage, and..."
"The Independence," she exclaimed out loud. "If the Independence drops
out of warp behind them...."
Respectfully submitted<br>
Ensign Jade Sr'qwon<br>
<<NRPG>>
Sorry for the duplicates but my mailing list keeps halting when I get to
Jason's address. Could someone please forward for me?
Okay then, I guess that I'm in the mood for crediting other characters for
my ideas :) Krazny comes up with a good tactical insight to get rid of
these pestering rebels that seem to be killing us all and then Lysle can
come make his entrance, bow, and then blow them to pieces before they know
what's hit them <EG>
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| Lt.Colonel Chris Williams Instructor - Holodeck 11 ARMSTRONG LB          |
| Captain Paul Paxwax Fleet Intelligence Officer SILVER FLEET              |
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| Andrew Nugteren                                              Christchurch |
| Email: andrewn@iconz.co.nz                                    New Zealand |
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<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Some Pieces Fall Into Place</h3>
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by
Andrew Catterick 4-10-1996</h4>
SD: 80410.0930<br>
MD: 4.2350<br>
Scene: Planet Furjen. Small cafeteria in visitor compound.<br>
Zane, Jerran and Krysa sat in silence. Staring into is black
coffee, long gone cold, Zane considered the meeting they had emerged
from more than 2 hours ago. It had started out very promising. Both
parties wanted to get to the heart of the matter right away. There would
be no diplomatic wrangling, no political maneuvering all would be
straight-forward.
With the proceedings not even ten minutes old the meeting came to
a ginding halt as the opposition stated in very clear terms it would not
accept membership with the Federation in any form. It was clear they
valued relations with their Federation neighbours and wanted them to
continue, especially in the area of trade. But they felt joining the
Federation outright was an invitation to surrender their political autonomy.
For the next few hours the Furjen president, the FEYNMAN officers
and even Commissioner Thessa pleaded the neutrality of the Federation and
gave example after example. Through it all the opposition leaders
remained fairly silent.
Although gratified to see the Commissioner's defence of the
Federation and his assertions that Furjen had nothing to lose and
everything too gain, Zane was quite surprised. As the meeting had
commenced Thessa seemed quite content with the situation, even happy.
But after one rather heated charge, launched by a junior member of the
opposition, Thessa had seemingly 'come alive'. The rest of the Federation
case had been championed by Thessa himself.
Once the proceedings had broke up the Commissioner seemed as
surprised as everyone else at his passionate defence of the Federation
and the place Furjen could have in it. As soon as the gavel hit the
desk, signifying the end of the session he had raced from the room.
<nowiki>*So*, Zane thought. *The opposition seems solid, the
Commissioner seems....well strange and then there was the very brief
report from the ship.* An hour ago Zane had checked in with the FEYNMAN
and was told by the OOD that, [...everything is fine...*now*, sir]
*'Fine...now'. What the hell was that supposed to mean?*</nowiki>
Interrupted by his thoughts Zane turned to see what had caused
the commotion behind him. Bat had arrived and even at this late hour he
was as loud as usual. Plopping down in the seat across from Kyrsa he
took a quick look at each of the officers. Displaying a convincing pout
he returned his gaze to Zane. "Whats the matter, someone steal your candy?"
Zane raised his eyes to express his own look at his bartender and
soon to be ex surrogate-uncle. "Bat, now is not a good time." He took a
long drink of his coffee. Next to him, Krysa looked over at Bat
suspiciously. The Betazoid sensed a lot of happiness in Bat, as
well as feelings of success. And she could see a little gloating might be
on the way.
"You know I should have never retired from Starfleet." Bat shook
his head and frowned. "Yep. Big, big mistake."
He knew he'd regret it but Zane took the bait, the tone of his voice
clearly exasperated. "Why?"
"Well cause if today's navy sees fit to place you two in command
of a starship." He wagged a finger between Jenn and Zane. "Then they'd
at least make me an Admiral for what I've just done." He stroked his chin
thoughtfully and looked towards the ceiling. "Maybe an Ambassador at
Large. Hmmm...nah think I'll have to stick with Admiral. That way I can
train a whole generation of officers to be like me. Yea, maybe
retirement wasn't a good idea."
"Hey what about me?" Jerran asked, enjoying Bat's theatrics.
"I like you kid you got spunk! Your still junior enough to have
not wrecked your career imitating these two." He jerked a thum towards
the two senior officer. "Maybe I'll make you my protege. You know live
my career through you. Whattya say?"
Jerran just laughed. Bat must have something really good to be
this insubordinate, even for a civilian.
Zane rested his head in his hands and used his fingertips to
massage his forehead. This had been a really long day. Sitting back in
his seat he stretched his arms up over his head wishing, not for the
first time, he was able to sleep. "Ok Bat I'll bite, if only to shut you
up. What did you do?"
"Well I cracked this whole mystery, thats all." he replied
smugly "Maybe I could teach at the Academy." He nodded his head,
congratulating himself at the good idea. Jerran rolled his eyes and
Krysa stifiled a laugh. Zane simply stared.
"Don't you ever have fun? Alright, alright I get the point, you
want the point."
"Please."
"Well I heard what happened with the Commissioner in the meeting
you were in. As I've known him for 30 years I was happy to hear that he
was back to his old self and no longer the tremendous idiot he's been the
last week. You know Zane maybe its you. Sometimes you just rub people
the wrong way."
"Get on with it!" The captain was losing his patience.
Bat gave Krysa a 'see what I mean look'. "I decided to stop
by his quarters to talk about the good old days. I knew he was in
his room but he wasn't answering the door or his commlink so I went in
anyway. The room was completly black. He'd shut off the lights and
covered the windows. It took a while but I found him lying in the
bathtub, drunk." Bat stopped the description there, it had actually been
much, much worse.
"Drunk?" Zane asked surprised.
"Well its not all that hard to do now that we're all weaned on
that synthehol crap! Anyways I decided it was a good time to find out
what Cori had gotten himself into...."
In a nutshell, Thessa had confessed to his collussion with
elements of the Manark government. If the Commissioner agreed to
Furjen's membership petition they would 'leak' all their files on
Thessa's past 'trangressions' to the Federation Council. So even if he
made the 'right' decision his career would be ruined.
"Well that's too bad. Now that we know all this the Commissioner
has to the tell the truth regardless of what it will do to his career."
"Somehow I doubt he will be as repentenet in the morning when he
is sober." Jenn replied. "But if the truth comes out won't it hurt the
Manark government as well."
"They probably have a sacrificial lamb all ready to go." Bat said.
Zane thought for a few moments then smiled. "I think the
Commissioner can accept the application. Without fear of reprisal."
"How?"
"We make our own deal. We agree not to mention how the Manark
shuttle attacked us and nearly killed us and they agree to 'forget' about
the Commissioner."
"Well they didn't really damage us." Jerran reminded Zane.
"Yes but they don't know that. We were in a nebula and there
sensors could see us. Let's face it the Manark government couldn't
withstand too embarrassing situations at the same time. Scape-goat or not."
"Well if everything works out I think we should 'convince' the
Commissioner to step down from his post." Jenn added.
"Agreed." Zane seemed reenergized. "Lieutenant would you
contact the Furjen officials and get the ball rolling on an emergency
session I think the separatists might be a little more accomadating if
they don't want their links to Manark published. Bat you and your
apprentice here go sober up the Commissioner and I'll get a hold of
Maril and tell him to whisper our plan into the Manark presidents ear.
I'll see you all in the conference room in one hour."
<<<NRPG>>>
This kind of jumped at me after Joesph posted the attack by the Manark!
Kris/Joesph: Take it away...
BrOT: Good thing you guys are only in a simm. Hey maybe part of the
mission could be your characters having to report to a Simm Admiral
as to why your ships got so beat up! <EG>
Max/Jason: Looks like you have some info that might circumnavigate the
'embarrasing incident' with the NCOs
respectfully submitted,<br>
Andy<br>
-CMDR Zane, Commanding, USS FEYNMAN<br>
-LT.CMDR Nigel Brock, Instructor, Holodeck 18<br>
-LT.CMDR Tarsa Rogers, Executive Officer, USS GAUSS<br>
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Emergency Mediation Session</h3>
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Kristen Gant 4-10-1996</h4>
Stardate: 80410.2312<br>
Scene: Planet Furjen<br>
MD: 4.2350<br>
>"Agreed." Zane seemed reenergized. "Lieutenant would you contact<br>
>the Furjen officials and get the ball rolling on an emergency session I<br>
>think the separatists might be a little more accommodating if they don't<br>
>want their links to Manark published. Bat you and your apprentice here<br>
>go sober up the commissioner and I'll get a hold of Maril and tell him to<br>
>whisper our plan into the Manark presidents ear. I'll see you all in the<br>
>conference room in one hour."<br>
Krysa stood and headed first for the President of Furjen. She spotted
him talking to one of his officials, and quickly headed over toward him.
“Mr. President,” she greeted him.
“Lt. Jenn. Are you back for more argument already?” said the older man.
“Actually, sir. I think we are. Commander Zane has uncovered some most
interesting information. Could you help me call and emergency session to
take place in one hour?”
“This is good information for us?” he asked with a smile.
“Yes, sir. I think you’ll be pleased.”
“Good. You will join me in calling this session, won’t you. I think your
pretty face will make them more likely to want to join us.”
“You are a charmer, Mr. President.” Krysa smiled. Glad something was
finally going thier way.
****
MD: 5.0050
Between Krysa’s smile and the President’s political pull, they were able
to round up everyone for the emergency session, just in time. It seemed
even Bat and Jerran had managed to get the drunken Commissioner sobered
up enough so that he wouldn’t embarrass himself.
Commander Zane walked in after having contacted the Feynman. He stood at
the end of the table and began to lay out the newly discovered facts.
Krysa was watching faces to see if she could tell who were the ones who
were feeling the fear and apprehension over Zane’s revolutions.
Regards,<br>
Lt. Krysa Jenn<br>
****<br>
NRPG: Please excuse the lame post... but I have had a horrible day :(
And therefore I do not feel very creative. But I still want you all to
know... I’m Here, I’m Here.
Kristen
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: BrOT: The Phasers' Red Glar</h3>
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by
Charles Jencks 4-10-1996</h4>
> "We were just senting you up, Captain." Krazny replied.<br>
><br>
> "Tactical, I want you to maintain an open channel with the Eagle<br>
> and the Tecumseh Sherman."<br>
><br>
> "Aye, sir."<br>
><br>
> "We appreciate the assist, Tok." Captain Jade stated. "We have<br>
> the Stennis in tow."<br>
><br>
> "Captain," the holographic TacO said. "Two of the terrorist<br>
> fighters have regrouped and are now making a run or the Nebula. Sir, if<br>
> they make it, I doubt that we'll find them in there. Their carrier is<br>
> still in their and without the Stennis' sensors, we'll be a sitting duck."<br>
><br>
> "I am well aware of that, Lieutenant." Tok responded." Helm..."<br>
><br>
> "Sir! The third fighter, he is on a collision course with the<br>
> Stennis! He's gaining speed and the Eagle's shields are already stretched<br>
> thin and there is no guarantee that they'll hold. If the Stennis' warp<br>
> core explodes..."<br>
><br>
> Tok was uncertain what to do. If he remained, the terrorists may<br>
> get away. If he pursued them, he'd be putting the Eagle and Stennis at<br>
> risk. A decision was needed and fast.<br>
><br>
> "Tactical, contact, the USS Tecumseh Sherman, tell them that they<br>
> may soon have a pair of fighters to deal with. Helm, get us behind that<br>
> rogue fighter."<br>
><br>
> "Sir, sensors indicate the the fighter's warp drive is approaching<br>
> critical."<br>
><br>
> That tricky Maril, even if we disable the ship, when it blows,<br>
> we're all going with it.<br>
Krazny thought... why not? He engaged the emergency transporter band he'd
stuffed in his empty tricorder holster, and returned to the STENNIS's
bridge, and turned it against the strain of the EAGLE's tractor beam...
Suddenly, he cut loose with all the phasers, having physically moved to
the tactical station. The direct hit disabled the rogue fighter, but it
was still drifting toward his ship at two thirds impulse. He had less
than a minute to rig a repulsor beam, and managed to engage it... just as
the fighter breached the EAGLE's shields and the INDEPENDENCE beamed him
aboard.
The Captain of the INDEPENDENCE fumed, "WHAT were you trying to DO?"
"I wasn't trying, I did it. Saved the STENNIS!"
Just then the SHERMAN could be seen, its phasers lancing out and hitting
the disabled fighter, and the fighter exploded. Unfortunately, it blew
the entire drive section of the STENNIS to shreds, but fortunately the
saucer... and its Spotlight sensor array... were untouched by the explosion.
The EAGLE rocked at the explosion which destroyed half of the ship it was
now towing sideways, and attempted to make its thrusters fire, but to no
avail. Now they'd have to turn it, the Spotlight array could only 'shine'
forward...
NRPG: Interesting twist, eh? I wanted to try to save the STENNIS, or at
least the part of it with the sensor array. I didn't deal with the other
2 fighters, and we still have the mothership...
BTW, I expect no congratulations, but one of my other charachters made
LtJG earlier today.
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<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: As Furjen Spins</h3>
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Kristen Gant 4-11-1996</h4>
Stardate: 80411.1023<br>
Scene: Emergency mediation session<br>
Zane and Jenn stood guard over the Commissioner. However there were no
more shots fired. It appeared Jerran had picked out the correct target
and swiftly put him out of action before he could get off a shot which
might actually hit the Commissioner.
Jenn felt the determination of the Yinterego party, beginning to
diminish as the Commissioner continued to talk and they began to realize
that the Manarkian help they had been valuing so much was not what it
had appeared. Not to mention the disfavor that would fall of them if the
people of thier world discovered they were working with the Manarkian’s.
She thought of Malia and how disappointed she and her entire restaurant
had been when the Yinterego party had been doing so well. She still had
doubts about the validity of the election process, however, the
Yinterego’s had not won, and right now their attempted coup was on the
downslide as well.
By the time the Commissioner finished his full confession before the
mediation committee, the Yinterego party was in total disarray. They
were arguing amongst themselves. One fist fight even broke out when
Jerran was able to halt easily with a swing of his phaser. The two men
looked at him, then at their fallen compatriot and returned to their
seats.
The governing party was full of smiles along with the President. He
turned to Commissioner Thessa and Commander Zane. “I think that has put
an end to that! We officially ask for acceptance into the Federation.”
The Commissioner while looking rather pitiful, still had the feeling
that that he had done the right thing. Krysa put her hand on his
shoulder, “I think you did the right thing too.” she said smiling as he
looked at her.
He tried to recompose his face into the nasty drudge he had been prior
to this moment, but wasn’t fully succeeding. Krysa chuckled... some
people never completely change.
Zane turned to the Commissioner, “Well, I don’t see how we can turn them
down.”
Thessa nodded weakly, knowing that while Zane was right, with Furjen’s
admittance into the Federation, his days were numbered. He knew some
people who would not be happy about his failed job.
****
NRPG: So is it a go... How will the Manarkian’s react... Will there be
an assassination attempt?? All these questions and more in your next
exciting episode of “As Furjen Spins”
BTW: Congratulations, Charles. One promotion down... how many more to go? :)
Kristen
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: BrOT!</h3>
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Andrew Nugteren 4-11-1996</h4>
SD: 80411.1313<br>
Scene: Bridge, USS Eagle<br>
Jade breathed a visible sigh of relief as the rogue fighter was taken out
of commission courtesy of Messrs. Krazny and Co. That just left two of the
original eight rebel ships left. Besides the Independence, the other
Feynman class vessels were in no shape for a fight... the Shurman having
taken damage, the Stennis without impulse power and its Secondary Reactor
and the Eagle having purposefully taken the brunt of the damage from the to
save the Stennis and its precious 'spotlight' sensor array.
"Captain," the TacO stated. "We're being hailed from the Sherman."
"On screen," Jade ordered.
The main bridge viewer cut to show Captain Selek standing in the centre
of the USS Sherman's bridge. "I have a plan..."
Resepectfully submitted
Ensign Jade Sr'qwon
<<NRPG>>
I'm beginning to like this setting other people up for the glory bit...
although I decided not to give any ideas away this time :)
Anyway, this post is fairly brief as although it's after midnight here, I
head away today on holiday for the weekend and I expect to be back around 64
hours from now. See ya all then and have fun while I'm gone :) (just not
too much!!)
BrOT: Two days ought to be plenty enough to tie this up except... this
mothership thingame sounds pretty tough. Still, we have creative
freedom aboard and anything can (and usally does) happen to end up in
our favor so I hereby entrust my noble ship into your care while I'm
gone. Don't do anything that I wouldn't do!! <EG>
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<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: A Little Deal...</h3>
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Max Felsher 4-12-1996</h4>
SD 80412.0000 (GMT)<br>
MD 4.2200<br>
Holodeck 2<br>
Maril continued to watch the officers in the BrOT. He was worried about
Bellad and the others.
[Koreth to Maril. We have the 'fugitives', sir.]
Maril sighed like Febilo when he heard he had been freed. "Good work, Mr.
Koreth. Confine them to quarters until I can administer discipline."
[Aye, sir. Koreth out.]
Maril refocused his attention on the simulation.
"Computer, create Cardassian convoy opposite the nebula from the Amsterdam,
Sherman, Stennis, Eagle, and Independence. Extrapalate reaction of Bajoran
terrorist ships from database."
<Command carried out.>
Maril smiled. He knew that he was throwing everything at the officers, but,
Maril justified to himself, they had asked to take the test together. He did
feel a little guilty about it, though.
MD 5.0030
Bridge
Lt.(Commander?) Koreth stood on watch--his actual watch this time.
"Sir, we are receiving a communication from the Captain," Trog, the tactical
officer for the GAMMA shift reported.
"Put it on screen," Koreth ordered.
Zane's face appeared. "Oh, Lieutenant Koreth, I forgot that it was your
shift...," he started.
"Actually, sir, Commander Maril is in the middle of a BrOT."
"Really? Well, could you patch me through to him. And on a secured channel,
please, Commander?" Zane said, noticing Koreth's new pip.
"Ummm...it's a long story, sir."
Zane smiled. "Well, just get Maril."
Holodeck 2
Maril was getting rather tired. The BrOT ht had taken over six hours, but it
seemed to be almost over.
[Koreth to Maril. The Captain has contacted us, and he wants to talk with
you.]
"Very well. Patch it through."
Zane appeared on Maril's holographic console. [Hello, Commander. Tired?]
"Actually, yes. What did you want to talk about, sir?"
[Well, we have some 'dirt' on the Manarkians. Apparently, Thessa was
collaborating with them and the Yinterego party. Actually, it wasn't so much
collaboration as blackmail. If Thessa had recommended membership, the
Manarkians would have revealed certain incidents of Thessea's career, which
would not have been good for Thessa.]
"Ahhh...like Sepel changing sides. Blackmail, as well as illegal attempts to
stop a planet becoming a Federation member are not small offenses."
[Not to mention that a Manarkian shuttle attacked us on our way to Furjen.]
"Mmmm. Well, this will also cover up a rather nasty mistake on our part."
[Oh really?] Zane raised an eyebrow.
"I'll tell you all about it when you get back, sir. Maril out."
Zane's face faded from the screen. As it did, Maril tapped his communicator.
"Maril to Koreth. Get me the Manarkian president."
President Ilab's face then appeared. [Who are you?] was the not-so-kind
greeting.
"I am the First Officer of the USS Feynman."
[How can I believe you?]
"You will believe me in a second."
[Really?] the President said sarcastically.
"Yes," Maril was getting impatient. "Now, Mr. Ilab, I have a proposal to
discuss with you. In exchange for allowing Commissioner Thessa to make a true
decision, as well as the incident with our officers, we will not reveal the
fact that you--a Federation member attacked a Starfleet shuttle. Do you
agree?"
[Very well,] Ilab finally accepted. [Ilab out.]
Maril sat back, but only for a second before he returned to watching the
BrOT.
The sun has met the sea,<br>
Lt. Commander Onta Maril,<br>
First Officer, USS Feynman,<br>
aka Max Felsher<br>
NRPG:
All: Well, now we're starting to wrap things up....
Furjen: Good work! :)
BrOT: You've probably forgotten by now, but there will be a Cardassian convoy
out there. (Why do I get the feeling the terrorists will not just sit there?
;) ) Oh, and you probably will have finished by the time Maril talks with Zane
and Ilab, but I didn't want to set any limits. :)
Jason: Don't be too harsh on our "fugitives". :) (That's for Maril to do. ;) )
Lt. Cmdr. Onta Maril FO USS Feynman<br>
Ens. Siqor CEO USS Tesla<br>
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: BrOT: Turning the STENNIS</h3>
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by
Charles Jencks 4-12-1996</h4>
SD 80412.0110<br>
USS INDEPENDENCE<br>
Captain Krazny loked upon the half-destroyed STENNIS from the
INDEPENDENCE's forward lounge. The EAGLE had just finished turning it
forward, which had required the efforts of six shuttle tractor beams and
an hour. Mysteriously, the fighters had broken off, and gone deeper in the
Nebula than the Spotlight could shine.
Suddenly, as Krazny returned to the INDEPENDENCE's bridge, a distress call
came in. <<This is Gul Cercros, of the Cardassian cargo vessel Raxon. We
are under attack by several Bajoran fighters and a heavily armed
Quebec-class cargo ship. We have taken severe dam...>> The transmission
just cut off there...
NRPG: Maril, here's your convoy. The mother ship, I surmise, could be a
Quebec-class with far more weaponry than it should have.
Charles<br>
Ens Krazny Oktyabr<br>
USS FEYNMAN<br>
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: BrOT</h3>
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by
Charles Jencks 4-12-1996</h4>
> > SD 80412.0110<br>
> > USS INDEPENDENCE<br>
> "There is no way that we can be in two places at once, Captain." The<br>
> holographic helmsman stated.<br>
><br>
> Computer programs, such limited thoughts. Tok thought to himself.<br>
><br>
> "Don't be so sure. Captain Krazny, will do me the honor of assuming<br>
> control of the Battle Bridge and prepare for emergency saucer separation."<br>
><br>
Captain Krazny took the INDEPENDENCE's Battle Bridge, and, right after
separation, said, "To avoid confusion, this ship will be called the
FREEDOM until further notice. Open fire on the cargo ship, and I want an
ID on it."
"That is the SS ULSTER, sir." The first salvo of torpedoes impacted its
shields quite harmlessly. "It has weapons and shields roughly equal to a
Hood-class light cruiser."
"I wonder how that happened. Tactical, fire at will, and try to keep us
between the ULSTER and the RAXON."
"Yes, sir."
"Hail the INDEPENDENCE and the SHERMAN. Tell them the FREEDOM is hailing
them. Also get me the AMSTERDAM."
NRPG: Well, another command... let's see if I can keep this one from
getting blown to shreds. BTW the STENNIS *might* be able to go to impulse
power, but the drive section is completely gone.
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<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Ending the Voyage (figuratively)</h3>
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Max Felsher 4-13-1996</h4>
SD 80413.2200 (GMT)<br>
MD 4.2300<br>
Holodeck 2: SS Ulster<br>
Lt. Colonel Derya Fipol, the Bajoran Captain of the SS Ulster, watched the
battle that had gone on for more than an hour. "Hail the Starfleet ships!" he ordered.
"They're not responding," the communications officer reported.
Derya sighed. The Starfleet ships had not responded to their hails since
they had left the nebula. Few of the officers on the Ulster were even upset with
the Federation. It was the Cardassians they hated.
"Continue hailing. Fire phasers on the Raxon."
Holodeck 2: USS Amsterdam
"Sir, we have reached the battlesite," the tactical officer told Captain
Meln.
"Recommendations?" the Ferengi asked.
"The Feynman-class starships are still battling the terrorists. The
terrorists must be pretty strong in their position," the Andorian FO replied.
"Well, tactical maneuvers. Fire weapons."
The Hannibal-class(NRPG: Yes, I made the name up.) starship moved towards the
Ulster. It fired phasers and a full spread of photon torpedoes.
"Sir," the tactical officer sounded surprised, "the terrorists are hailing
us!"
"On screen."
[Hello. I am Colonel Derya. I would like to know why you have fired upon
us.]
"Because our own ships are firing on you, because you are firing on the
Raxon," Meln replied.
Holodeck 2: USS Eagle, Sherman, Independence, and Freedom
"Computer, freeze program."
All of the officers were surprised to hear Maril's voice.
"Computer, transfer all actual beings in Holodeck 2 to simulation of Bridge
of USS Amsterdam. Keep program frozen."
All of them--Maril, Selek, Tok, Sr'qwon, and Krazny--appeared on the frozenn
simulation of the USS Amsterdam's Bridge.
"If you have not figured it out already, you have reached the end of the
voyage," Maril sounded angry. "I must say that I am surprised. It took two
simulated characters to start to solve the problem." The four officers started
to feel guilty.
Maril continued with his admonishment. "Not one of you, not one, even tried
to hail the Ulster. The Amsterdam, a heavily-armed starship was firing on the
Ulster. Do you know what could have started here if this had been real?
Terrible repercussions, all because you forgot to hail the ship." Maril took a
breath. "Command isn't necessarily about being able to win a battle or destroy
the enemy. What it is about is being able to make peace. If you notice, we do
not have the emblem of the Klingon Empire."
Maril sighed and picked up his PADD. "You all passed the Command section of
the BrOT, although maybe you shouldn't have. Ensign Krazny, Lieutenant Selek,
you just barely passed. I hope you do better on the other sections, or you may
not pass the BrOT. Ensign Sr'qwon, Lieutenant Tok, you did slightly better.
You both have a little more breathing room."
"Dismissed."
The sun has met the sea,<br>
Lt. Commander Onta Maril,<br>
First Officer, USS Feynman,<br>
aka Max Felsher<br>
NRPG:
All:So, the BrOT(or this part) is finished. Now we can get back to the mission. :)
Lysle, Andrew, Sherman, Charles:Don't worry, but bear what Maril said in mind. :)
Lt. Cmdr. Onta Maril FO USS Feynman<br>
Ens. Siqor CEO USS Tesla<br>
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Aftermath of the BrOT</h3>
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by
Charles Jencks 4-13-1996</h4>
SD 80413.2245<br>
O.O.CNS.<br>
Krazny mulled over Maril's words... 'just barely passed'. Well, he
supposed, he could always try to take the test again later, for a better
score, but how often did the Ship's Counselor get left in command anyways?
The whole thing had been an ambition, for he had always wanted to be a
line officer, but the ship had the necessary staff.
The counselor's three staff members, Ensigns Ryan and Greer and Chief
Jones, filed in for the normal end-of-shift conference...
NRPG: Well, Krazny seems to be taking things well...
Charles Jencks<br>
Ens Krazny Oktyabr, USS FEYNMAN, CNS<br>
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Time to Relax..</h3>
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by
Andrew Catterick 4-14-1996</h4>
SD: 80414.1000<br>
Scene: Visitors Compound, Furjen<br>
MD: 5.0800<br>
"Captain's log Stardate 80414.0800...
...I am happy to record that as of 0700, this day, the Planet
Furjen, upon due consideration of the planetary government in conjunction
with Commissioner Corino Thessa, representative of the United Federation
of Planets has been accepted as the newest member in the Federation."
Zane hit pause on the recorder as he reached over for his
coffee. It was a cool morning and he watched the steam rise from the
contents of the black mug. Inhaling the aroma he smiled. This was by
far the best coffee had ever had. The smile grew as he relished in the
fact the President had promised to make a substantial supply of it
available for transport to the FEYNMAN once it returned from Manark V.
There'd be enough for six months and now that Furjen was a Federation
member it would be relatively easy to acquire. He made a mental note to
talk to his friend who ran the cafe on EPSILON to add this to his
specialty brew list.
After a few more sips he placed the mug on the table beside him
and let his head sink into the cushion. Closing his he thought about how
much nicer it was to plan out his quest for the perfect cup of coffee
rather than trying to determine what was driving an enigmatic
commissioner or why a Federation ally would try to divert their runabout.
<nowiki>*Maybe when I retire I'll open a little coffee shop out on the frontier.
Somewhere where it is scarce and they can appreciate it.*</nowiki>
He opened his eyes and frowned as he heard he click of boots
coming down the hall. So much for his quiet morning to reflect. Picking
the PADD up of his lap he placed it on the table next to the coffee. The
log could wait.
"Good morning captain." Jenn smiled.
"Good morning Krysa, Bat. Commissioner wasn't it my
understanding that the Furjen authorities had confined you to a holding
area until the FEYNMAN returns?" Zane asked clearly not happy to see the
Commissioner. He had done the right thing but that still did not excuse
the abuses of power leading up to that point. The Commissioner had
broken the law and would have to pay the penalty.
"To be honest captain I don't know how I was allowed to go free.
Bat arrived this morning and told me I was under his 'protective' custody."
Zane looked over at a smiling Bat, he should have known better.
"It just takes a little charm. You know, smile here, compliment there."
"I see. What do you have planned?"
"Well we decided we should spend Cori's last few hours of freedom
taking in the local culture"
"Very well, just remember that I am holding you personally
responsible for the Commissioner. The second the FEYNMAN returns I want
him beamed aboard and confined to his quarters. Is that clear?" He
didn't dare ask how Bat, a civilian, had managed to get custody of the
Commissioner. It was probably something better left untouched.
"Crystal sir." Bat replied. With his trade mark half-salute he
turned and the two older men left across the compound.
"So what's are FCO up to this fine morning?"
Jenn laughed. "He burst in the cadet's room at 0500 and berated
them for sleeping. Somehow he talked the government into allowing him
access to one of their airbases and the use of several training craft.
Right now he's putting them through their paces and they're probably
hoping his engine falls out."
"Well I guess that leaves just us. Well your the expert on the
Furjen tourist scene, would you care to indulge your Captain in a little
sightseeing?"
<<<NRPG>>>
Well it looks like things are wrapping up....I've left enough time for
those of you on the FEYNMAN to continue/finish any threads on Manark V
before you head on over and pick us up for the return trip to EPSILON.
Congrats to the BrOT participants!
Max: Stern but fair.;)
Regards,
Andy
-CMDR Zane, Commanding, USS FEYNMAN<br>
-LT.CMDR Nigel Brock, Instructor, Holodeck 18<br>
-LT.CMDR Tarsa Rogers, Executive Officer, USS GAUSS<br>
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: The Days of Krysa's Life</h3>
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Kristen Gant 4-14-1996</h4>
>"Well I guess that leaves just us. Well your the expert on the<br>
>Furjen tourist scene, would you care to indulge your captain in a<br>
>little sightseeing?"<br>
Stardate: 80414.1833<br>
Scene: Visitor’s compound<br>
MD: 5.0800<br>
Krysa smiled at the Captain. “Are you hungry, sir? I know the best
little restaurant...”
Zane laughed. “Is that all you ever think about?”
“Please, sir,” said Krysa faking a slightly hurt expression, “You ought
to know better then that. However,” she said switching back to her
smile, “there is more to this restaurant then just food.”
****<br>
Scene: about an hour later. Malia’s restaurant.<br>
Krysa found herself back at Malia’s restaurant. Zane seemed to be
enjoying himself watching the antics of the crowd and Bat was having a
great time bantering back and forth with the animated Malia. Krysa
decided she was definitely going to miss this place once their mission
was officially complete and they were back on their way to Epsilon.
She frowned as she found herself getting lost in her thoughts. She was
still uneasy over the fact that she hadn’t heard from her parents during
thier last sojourn there. She knew something was brewing and most likely
it would hit as soon as they got back. She was pretty sure she knew what
it was.
****<br>
Scene: USS FEYNMAN Bridge<br>
MD: 5.0900<br>
“Sir, we have an incoming message from Starbase Epsilon,” said PO Thain,
who was sitting in for the know incarcerated WO Ein, at Ops.
“On screen,” said Maril.
“Sir, they are asking for Lt. Jenn, and saying that it is a personal
matter.”
“Fine, I’ll take it in the Captain’s ready room,” said Maril, intrigued
at such an unusual occurrence.
He moved quickly to the Captain’s ready room and sat down. “Lt. Cmdr.
Maril here,”
A flustered ensign sat at the panel, [I have someone here to speak to
Lt. Krysa Jenn, sir.]
Maril could hear a deep voice in the background, <Haven’t they located
her yet? Let me talk to them, please.> The Ensigns face was replace by
that of an older man. [I am Ambassador Quarn Jenn, where is my
daughter?]
“Ambassador, Lt. Jenn is on an away mission at the moment.”
[Indeed,> sighed the Ambassador, <Very well, when do you expect her back
on board.]
“We will be picking them up within the next 6 hours.”
[Very well, I will call soon after that. Please try not to disappoint
me.] With that the channel was broken.
****<br>
Scene: Starbase Epsilon<br>
“Quick! Duck!” said Jeri to her companion, ducking behind a large potted
plant.
“What?” asked the tall Vulcan male.
“It’s my father.” whispered the girl as the Ambassador and his two aides
walked by, only a short distance from them.
Once the man and his companions had passed, she stood up again, sighing,
“Why didn’t you listen to me?”
“Jeri, your father would not recognize me. I only met him briefly that
one time.”
“Don’t be so sure, Boren. You don’t know my father very well.”
“I wonder what he’s here for?” the man asked.
Jeri grimaced. “The same thing I am; to see Krysa. Or perhaps I should
say, to tell her how to run her life.”
“I told you we should have just found another shuttle off this base
rather then waiting around.”
“I know what you told me.” she said irritated. “But since you had given
all our money to that phony travel agency, we didn’t have a lot of
choices, did we?”
“By the end of the week we should have enough saved up to continue our
trip now, though.”
“No, not until I see Krysa. As long as we are going to have to wait
anyway... I want to make sure I see her.” Jeri watched in the direction
her father had disappeared to, but saw no signs that he was returning,
so she began to relax. “I think now, though that I can get in touch with
her much easier.”
“How, you tried earlier... what makes you think they’ll let you contact
her personally now, when they wouldn’t before.”
“Because now, my father is here... If you think being an Ambassador has
it’s privileges, you should see how they treat you when you’re the
Ambassador’s daughter.” Jeri said with a smile. “Now that he’s actually
one the base, it is something I plan on invoking.”
Boren pressed her for details to her plan, but she refused to speak
further of it. Simply assuring him that they would be on their way soon.
Regards,<br>
Ens. Krysa Jenn<br>
****<br>
NRPG: Just starting to continue threads I started prior to going on our
mission. I think everyone was on board then, except Sherman..
This is mostly to keep us busy during our next stop at Epsilon, which
looks like it will be coming up in the next few days... ship time of
course <G> More will be coming once we are actually on our way back to
Epsilon.
Max, if my times for the call from Krysa’s father need to be changed...
that’s fine. It should take place when the ship is either already left
Manark V or just about ready to leave... so if you are planning on
staying longer, we can change them ....
Kristen
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: 10-Forward</h3>
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Andrew Nugteren 4-2-1996</h4>
SD: 80414.2315<br>
Scene: 10-Forward<br>
MD: ?.???? (After the BrOT)<br>
Tixx arrived in 10-Forward and couldn't help but overhear a conversation
that Jade was having with Bat.
"I've told you already," she was saying to the barkeeper. "I keep that
sort of information to myself."
"Touchy.. touchy aren't we," Bat grinned. "Did something happen that
shouldn't have?"
Jade was about to reply when she noticed Tixx out of the corner of her eye.
"Dr. Tok," she smiled. "At last I get to meet the man behind the name."
Tixx seemed a little confused. "You'd heard of me before coming aboard
the FEYNMAN?"
"I've read some of your papers. The last one you wrote about the
Cardassian aging technology was a very balanced report. I'd never thought
that linking the key principles of mysteroplosis and clydaxinus would
achieve such a result, but your research provides a definite insight."
"Thank you Ensign Sr'qwon," Tixx smiled. "I hadn't realised my work had
been distributed so widely."
"Ensign Sr'qwon," Jade grimaced. "is both far too long and far too
formal. Jade will do just fine."
Respectfully submitted<br>
Ensign Jade Sr'qwon<br>
<<NRPG>>
Well, just got back and I find in my absence the BrOT got a little warped
<EG> After I had entrusted my ship into your care...
>BrOT: Two days ought to be plenty enough to tie this up except... this<br>
> mothership thingame sounds pretty tough. Still, we have creative<br>
> freedom aboard and anything can (and usally does) happen to end up in<br>
> our favor so I hereby entrust my noble ship into your care while I'm<br>
> gone. Don't do anything that I wouldn't do!! <EG><br>
...although if I had been around instead of on holiday, of course the ships
would have been hailed Max. <nowiki>*wink*</nowiki>
Anyone else want to join Lysle and I in 10-Forward?
Lysle: Your turn now :)
<pre style="background-color: #303030; color: #ccc7e1;">
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| Ensign Jade Sr'qwon Chief Security Officer USS FEYNMAN                    |
| Lt.Colonel Chris Williams Instructor - Holodeck 11 ARMSTRONG LB          |
| Captain Paul Paxwax Fleet Intelligence Officer SILVER FLEET              |
+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+
| Andrew Nugteren                                              Christchurch |
| Email: andrewn@iconz.co.nz                                    New Zealand |
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</pre>
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Depression & Vodka</h3>
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by
Charles Jencks 4-14-1996</h4>
> "Very well, Jade it is." Tok responded, "but only if you promise to call me Tixx."<br>
><br>
> Jade nodded.<br>
><br>
> "So what brings you here to Ten-Forward?"<br>
><br>
> Jade gave Tok a look, but Tok had known the answer before the words even<br>
> left his lips. There was some uncomfortable silence.<br>
><br>
> "When I get feeling this way," the Bolian CMO began, " I remember what my<br>
> father used to say to me. He'd say, 'Tixx, I have won many times in my<br>
> life, and I have lost many times in my life, and, you know, no matter how<br>
> many times I lose...winning is a hell of alot better!"<br>
><br>
> Jade smiled as did Tok. As a doctor, he had learned that a smile can be a<br>
> better cure than the most sophisticated technology.<br>
><br>
> "Thank you, Tixx." Jade said.<br>
><br>
> "It was only a test, Jade, and the purpose of a test is to learn." Tok<br>
> smiled, usually he spoke to relieve other's anxieties, but now his words<br>
> seemed to speak directly to him.<br>
><br>
> "Tixx, sorry I am late."<br>
><br>
> "Don't worry, Jane, I had the pleasure of Ensign Sr'qwon's...er<br>
> Jades' company to keep me occupied. Say, I don't think that the two of you<br>
> have met. Jane Tamy, allow me to introduce you to my good friend, Jade<br>
> Sr'qwon."<br>
><br>
> "Pleased to meet you... Ms. Sr'qwon?" Jane said tentatively, "you'll have<br>
> to excuse me, this is the first time that I have ever been formally<br>
> introduced to a Trill."<br>
><br>
Just then, Ensign Krazny walked in, and he looked, well, as mad as a
typical Klingon... except he wasn't a Klingon. They could hear him order
a chocolate sundae and a half liter of vodka from across the room.
Obviously he was mad about something.
Jade rolled her eyes when he sauntered over, setting the sundae and vodka
down so hard she thought the glass dishes would break, and slumped down in
his chair.
Someone said, "I wonder what's wrong with him."
Krazny obviously wasn't in a good mood. "You wanna know what's wrong? I do
that damned test, and I barely pass, and then I come out and go to my
quarters... and a message came in from the USS ANAHEIM... my old
girlfriend... well, not only did she dump me, but she's going to marry
their first officer!"
NRPG: Imagine Worf on a bad day. Krazny's in a worse mood...
And I know how to play this, because I'm in a mood that bad myself, but
for a *slightly* different reason...
Charles Jencks (jencksc@watmail.ucr.edu)
------------------------------------------------------------
LtJG Christophe Boulanger, FCO, USS MELBOURNE (BLUE)<br>
Ens K'Zeka'Sl'V"Kia, FCO, USS GAUSS (BLUE)<br>
Ens Krazny Oktyabr, CNS, USS FEYNMAN (SILVER)<br>
Ens Jarin Edisrevir, CSO, USS LINCOLN (RED)<br>
Capt (FMM) Marie T Alsatien, SS ALSACE (MVL-774221) (FT)<br>
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Finishing Stuff Up</h3>
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Max Felsher 4-15-1996</h4>
SD 80415.19800 (GMT)<br>
MD 5.0330<br>
First Officer's Office<br>
Lt. Commander Maril sat behind his desk, eating meat from a Terran bird
called a "chikin". It had an interesting taste to it. He had decided not to
add sodium chloride as some humans did.
Finally, he finished it. "Maril to Bellad, Cartwright, Ein, Mancuso, and
Clayton. Report to my office at 0400 hours. Maril out."
MD 5.0400
The five culprits stood in front of Maril's desk, while Maril sat coolly
behind.
"Now, would you like to explain to me why you endangered this mission as well
as possibly creating a diplomatic nightmare for the Feynman?" Maril said
calmly, but there was a sense of danger in his voice. No one answered.
"So, you had no control over what you did? Someone had control over your
minds?" Still, no one answered.
Finally, Bellad said, "Well, sir, you didn't give us any orders, you didn't
come up to the Bridge, you-"
"So you just took it upon yourself to give an order that could have had had
terrible repercussions?" the calmness was gone from Maril's voice now.
Ensign Cartwright pleaded, "Please, sir, it wasn't Bellad's fault...the
President invited the senior officers and...."
"And what about you, Mr. Cartwright?" Maril was almost yelling now. "You
were the highest-ranking officer on the Bridge. You could have ordered all of
the officers, including Bellad, to stay there. Yet, you didn't!"
All of the officers were silent. Maril sighed angrily. "Actually, I will
let your Section heads take care of this. They know what punishment to give
better than I. Dismissed."
They all started to file out, but Maril called, "Mr. Bellad, I want you to
stay here." The other four officers walked out the door, but Bellad turned around.
"Sit down, Mr. Bellad." The Bajoran did, and Maril sighed once again.
"Jafel...I would just like to know which river were you traveling down when
you beamed down?"
Bellad sighed as well. "I don't know, I just thought...."
"I hear your story, but you must learn to, as humans say, 'Look before you
leap.' I will give you some time to think over what you have done, and then
you may resume your normal duties. I am sorry, but I must issue a formal
reprimand on your record."
"I hear your story," Bellad replied.
"Dismissed."
Bellad left the office and Maril began his log.
"First Officer's Log, Stardate 80415.0430. With the deal with the Manarkians
completed, Furjen has been admitted into the Federation. No doubt, there will
be a full investigation into Manark V's dealings in the attempt to stop
Furjen's admittance, as we did not agree to remain quiet about that, only the
fact that a Manarkian shuttle attacked the away party we sent to Furjen. We
will be traveling back to Furjen at 1300 hours, where we will pick up the away
team, along with Comissioner Thessa and our bartender.
"On the ship, I must report two occurrences which I regret. The first one is
that the four officers who took the Command section of the BrOT--Mr. Selek, Mr.
Tok, Mr. Sr'qwon, and Mr. Krazny--did not perform very well. They engaged in a
battle which could have been avoided. Luckily, it was only a simulation and
they passed. The second is even more serious. Five junior officers--Mr.
Bellad, Mr. Cartwright, Mr. Ein, Mr. Mancuso, and Mr. Clayton--beamed down to
Manark V on their own authority and could have started a major diplomatic
embarrasment. Luckily, Lieutenant Koreth was able to defuse the situation
quite effectively and gracefully.
"I look forward to finsihing this mission and starting the next, whatever it
might be. End First Officer's Log."
The sun has met the sea,<br>
Lt. Commander Onta Maril,<br>
First Officer, USS Feynman,<br>
aka Max Felsher<br>
NRPG:
Just finishing some stuff up. :)
Kristen, Joseph, Lysle, Andrew:Do your worst to your NPC's. ;)
Lt. Cmdr. Onta Maril FO USS Feynman<br>
Ens. Siqor CEO USS Tesla<br>
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Counselor's Release</h3>
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by
Charles Jencks 4-16-1996</h4>
SD 80416.2030<br>
USS FEYNMAN<br>
Ensign Krazny had been trying to get over that message from Ensign Strait
for a day now, but he couldn't think of a thing he hadn't done with her...
oh, yes. She never had liked holodecks...
Later, Holodeck One.
The life jacket bobbed up as Krazny hit the freezing waters of the North
Atlantic from a two hundred foot fall, and he twisted his head to the
right. And there was Big D...
NRPG: Just a little something to get my... er, Krazny's... mind off the
breakup (it happened to me too, but not quite the same, and I'm taking it
better)
Charles Jencks<br>
Ens Krazny Oktyabr / Sir John Patrick Ryan<br>
USS FEYNMAN<br>
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Going on the Record</h3>
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Andrew Nugteren 4-17-1996</h4>
SD: 80417.1059<br>
Scene: Observation Lounge<br>
MD: 5.2000<br>
The FEYNMAN's arrival back at Furjen signalled in many ways the end of
the mission, although there were a few loose threads to tie up. One was
being tied up right now in the Observation Lounge, where Ensign Jade Sr'qwon
had requested a formal meeting with both the Captain and the First Officer.
Having given no reasons for her request, both Zane and Maril were curious as
to what she wanted to bring up. Both senior officers were seated together,
and Jade stood at the opposite end of the briefing table and addressed them
both.
"Cmdr. Zane, LtCmdr. Maril," she addressed them formally in opening. "As
you are no doubt aware, it is my primary duty as the Chief of Security to
ensure the safety and wellbeing of this ship and its crew. As a Starfleet
Officer, I also have certain other responsibilities, and it is those other
responsibilities that I would like to address to you both now."
"I understand that you have together made an under-the-table deal with
Manark V and have ommitted certain pieces of information from the official
Mission Report that has been already submitted to CinC-Silver."
Jade paused for a moment and noted Maril was wriggling slightly in his chair.
"I have on record sir from the communications logs, conversations that
suggest that in exchange for not mentioning the unprovoked attack on the
Nogura and also the Manarkian blackmail attempt, that Manark V would not
mention the incident that occured on the surface and in addition, allow
Commissioner Thesa to make a true decision."
"It was a diplomatic decision that had to be made," Zane pointed out.
"It means the Commissioner can step down from his task without dishonour and
also clears us from the embaressing incident that occured on Manark V."
"Captain," Jade stood her ground firmly. "Starfleet is about justice
with accountability. What yourself and Commander Maril have done is to have
perverted the flow of justice and have let the innocent go unpunished."
"Commissioner Thesa has committed certain actions and must be held
accountable for what he has done. Manark V have attacked a Starfleet vessel
and must be held accountable for what they have done. Our junior officers
that caused the incident on Manark V have acted in an insubordinate manner
and have already been held accountable for their actions."
"As officers in Starfleet, we have all chosen to accept the
responsibilities that go with rank. That much, we all have in common.
However, it is my belief sir, that you have acted inproperly in discharging
your duties."
"Captain," Jade paused. "I respect you as the fine officer that you are
and although I have only been on this ship a short period of time, I value
the way you have made me feel welcome and for the friendship that has been
forthcoming. I have struggled over whether to bring this up for some time
now, but in the end I have been forced to the conclusion that unless I did
my duty by reporting this to Starfleet Command, that I would be as much
responsible for what has happened, as you both are."
"Please done't let this stand in the way our relationships with one
another. I sincerely hope you can see that I have only done as much as my
duty required. Sir."
There was an uncomfortable silence in which neither of the three officers
present spoke.
"Is there anything else you would like to add, Ensign?" Zane questioned.
"No sir."
Zane nodded. "Then dismissed."
Respectfully submitted
Ensign Jade Sr'qwon
<<NRPG>>
Maril: Tit for tat for the BrOT?
Seriously though, this is how Jade feels about the above issue and I
question whether we too today would be prepared to support web of secrecy
(such as the Iran Arms deal) to protect the guilty and to let them go free.
I'm not trying to put anyone down here in this post, but simply to point out
that as RP-writers, we *are* responsible for the actions of our characters
as the BrOT also pointed out. Anyway, I'm not part of SF-JAG, but a second
edition of the BrOT and an insuing court-martial might be an interesting way
to pass the time while we're on Epsilon :)
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| Ensign Jade Sr'qwon Chief Security Officer USS FEYNMAN                    |
| Lt.Colonel Chris Williams Instructor - Holodeck 11 ARMSTRONG LB          |
| Captain Paul Paxwax Fleet Intelligence Officer SILVER FLEET              |
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| Email: andrewn@iconz.co.nz                                    New Zealand |
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<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Going on the Record (Cont.)</h3>
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by
Andrew Catterick 4-17-1996</h4>
> SD: 80417.1059<br>
> Scene: Observation Lounge<br>
> MD: 5.2000<br>
><br>
> "Cmdr. Zane, LtCmdr. Maril," she addressed them formally in opening. "As<br>
> you are no doubt aware, it is my primary duty as the Chief of Security to<br>
> ensure the safety and wellbeing of this ship and its crew. As a Starfleet<br>
> Officer, I also have certain other responsibilities, and it is those other<br>
> responsibilities that I would like to address to you both now."<br>
><br>
> "I understand that you have together made an under-the-table deal with<br>
> Manark V and have ommitted certain pieces of information from the official<br>
> Mission Report that has been already submitted to CinC-Silver."<br>
><br>
> Jade paused for a moment and noted Maril was wriggling slightly in his chair.<br>
><br>
> "I have on record sir from the communications logs, conversations that<br>
> suggest that in exchange for not mentioning the unprovoked attack on the<br>
> Nogura and also the Manarkian blackmail attempt, that Manark V would not<br>
> mention the incident that occured on the surface and in addition, allow<br>
> Commissioner Thesa to make a true decision."<br>
><br>
> "It was a diplomatic decision that had to be made," Zane pointed out.<br>
> "It means the Commissioner can step down from his task without dishonour and<br>
> also clears us from the embaressing incident that occured on Manark V."<br>
><br>
> "Captain," Jade stood her ground firmly. "Starfleet is about justice<br>
> with accountability. What yourself and Commander Maril have done is to have<br>
> perverted the flow of justice and have let the innocent go unpunished."<br>
><br>
> "Commissioner Thesa has committed certain actions and must be held<br>
> accountable for what he has done. Manark V have attacked a Starfleet vessel<br>
> and must be held accountable for what they have done. Our junior officers<br>
> that caused the incident on Manark V have acted in an insubordinate manner<br>
> and have already been held accountable for their actions."<br>
"I agree. And fortunately that will happen. Perhaps you have
not read all of the mission summary reports. Especially the section
dealing with the Commissioner's confession to the President of Furjen, his
confinment to his quarters on the planet and then on this ship.
While I have not discussed this in any '''official reports''' to the Admiral
I have communicated them to him on a secure channel. Commissioner Thessa is
to be transported to the Federation Council where he will formally confess
his crimes of this mission and those of the past. Currently, this ship has
been ordered into a 'stand-by' position until the Admiral reviews the
current situation at hand. As we already have the Commissioner on board
and are closer to Earth than most ships in the fleet, it is my guess that
we will be ordered to transport him there. At that time I'm sure there
will be a full reckoning."<br>
<br>
> "As officers in Starfleet, we have all chosen to accept the<br>
> responsibilities that go with rank. That much, we all have in common.<br>
> However, it is my belief sir, that you have acted improperly in discharging<br>
> your duties."<br>
"Again I agree with you Ensign. However you must also except the
fact that even as a department head you are not necessarily privy to all
that is happening. What may appear clear on the surface is usually quite
clouded underneath unless all the facts are known. I do not expect any
of my officers to trust me blindly in all matters. However, as a Starfleet
officer I would hope that the trust of one's senior officers is not
completely absent. Without such trust the operation of this ship, indeed
of Starfleet, would be severely hampered.<br>
<br>
> "Captain," Jade paused. "I respect you as the fine officer that you are<br>
> and although I have only been on this ship a short period of time, I value<br>
> the way you have made me feel welcome and for the friendship that has been<br>
> forthcoming. I have struggled over whether to bring this up for some time<br>
> now, but in the end I have been forced to the conclusion that unless I did<br>
> my duty by reporting this to Starfleet Command, that I would be as much<br>
> responsible for what has happened, as you both are."<br>
<br>
"I am happy you felt you could bring this too us and I commend
you for it. However I feel that in the future you may want to temper
your zealousness for your duty with the fact that everything is not
always as it seems and learn to trust us a bit more."<br>
<br>
> "Please done't let this stand in the way our relationships with one<br>
> another. I sincerely hope you can see that I have only done as much as my<br>
> duty required. Sir."<br>
"It takes alot of courage for an Ensign to come an question a CO
and XO on matters such as this. There is no reason to believe that this
would affect our professional relationship in any way."
><br>
> There was an uncomfortable silence in which neither of the three officers<br>
> present spoke.<br>
><br>
> "Is there anything else you would like to add, Ensign?" Zane questioned.<br>
><br>
> "No sir."<br>
><br>
> Zane nodded. "Then dismissed."<br>
><br>
> <<NRPG>><br>
><br>
> Maril: Tit for tat for the BrOT?<br>
><br>
> Seriously though, this is how Jade feels about the above issue and I<br>
> question whether we too today would be prepared to support web of secrecy<br>
> (such as the Iran Arms deal) to protect the guilty and to let them go free.<br>
> I'm not trying to put anyone down here in this post, but simply to point out<br>
> that as RP-writers, we *are* responsible for the actions of our characters<br>
> as the BrOT also pointed out. Anyway, I'm not part of SF-JAG, but a second<br>
> edition of the BrOT and an insuing court-martial might be an interesting way<br>
> to pass the time while we're on Epsilon :)<br>
<br>
I don't know if this is a web of secrecy on par with
Iran-Contra! On Furjen the guilty parties were uncovered and are
presumably to be dealt with by the domestic authorities...this is an
internal matter. As for Manark V, well it was never really clear one
way or another who was involved with what. Yes the leader accepted a
deal over this but that could simply mean that an element of Manark V had
acted improperly and the President was happy it would not be blown into a
larger incident with the Federation. During most of this mission it
seemed that the 'guilt' parties on both worls were 'business interests'
with support from fringe political parties. As for the implication that
Zane and Maril might have broken the law by not reporting this (sweeping it
under the rug) well I'd like to think that both characters are a little
more honest than that. And come to think of it much precedent has been
set through out ST 'history' of such actions and inadmissions. For
example...
DS9--Sisko et al. letting Garreck 'know' the Klingons were
invading Cardassia even after they were ordered not to.
ST--It seemed every other episode had Kirk disobeying someones
orders;) But I think perhaps the most related episode might be where he
begins to go mad and strays into Rom space and eventually stole
the cloaking device. Only Spock knew of this plan. If it was
communicated to the entire crew the secret might have got out. Secrecy
doesn't necessarily mean dishonesty.
I'm sure we can all think of opposite examples however but this
really isn't the point.
Not really much more to add to this than Zane has already
stated. Thessa did admit his crimes and was confined to quarters by the
President (although Bat sprung him for a few hours) I '''had''' intended to
write a post which would confine him to quarters and as Zane alluded to
Mike and I have discussed future events for the FEYNMAN, one aspect of
which did include transporting the Commissioner to Earth. I was hoping
to wait to announce this after everything was in place but unfortuantely
Andrew unintentionally jumped the gun.
regards,<br>
Andy<br>
-CMDR Zane, Commanding, USS FEYNMAN<br>
-LT.CMDR Nigel Brock, Instructor, Holodeck 18<br>
-LT.CMDR Tarsa Rogers, Executive Officer, USS GAUSS<br>
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Krysa's Responsibilities to Home and Hearth</h3>
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Kristen Gant 4-17-1996</h4>
Stardate: 80417.1428<br>
Scene: Ops Office<br>
MD: 5:2000<br>
WO Ein was standing in front of Lt. Jenn’s desk. He looked very
uncomfortable, and she was enjoying it. He had been much to haughty
since she took the Ops position and she was glad to be able to set him
down a notch. She walked over to the replicator.
“Hot Chamomile Tea.” she took the cup as it appeared and moved slowly to
her desk. She sat down and eyed the Bolian standing in front of her.
“I’m very disappointed, Mr. Ein.” she said. “The Captain and XO have
left it to each department to decide your fate. I have decided that as
of now you are no longer AOPS. There will be no reduction of rank, but I
will be moving you to Gamma Ops. You do, however, have the option of
transfer to a different department if you’d like.”
“That won’t be necessary, sir.”
“Very well, as of right now, Mr. Garrett will be AOPs and you will take
her place as Gamma Ops. Any questions?”
“No, sir.”
“Then you are dismissed.” Ein left quickly. Krysa began to feel slightly
guilty for enjoying his predicament so much.
[Lt. Jenn, there is a subspace comm call coming in for you from the
Starbase Epsilon.]
Krysa froze. She knew it could only mean one thing. She had expected
this even since before Lt.Cmdr. Maril had told her that her father was
on Starbase Epsilon and wanted to talk to her.
[Lt. Jenn?]
“Put it through,” said Krysa, finding her voice. She turned to the comm
screen on the desk. The happy faces of her parents appeared on the small
screen in front of her. Since her father was an Ambassador he was
allowed the privilege of using the subspace channels to speak personally
rather then having to rely on messages.
[Krysa, my darling. You are looking beautiful as ever.] said her father.
[We’ve missed you, dear.] added her mother.
“Thank you, Father. I’ve missed you both also, Mom.” Krysa said fearing
what would follow.
[Honey, you know why we’re calling?] Quarn Jenn knew that she hadn’t
forgotten, even before he asked the question. He had reminded her when
she went to the Academy and when she had graduated. Then he reminded her
again when she took her assignment aboard the Feynman. It had remained
on her mind a lot since taking her promotion to 2nd Officer. Somehow she
had always managed to hope her father would let her out of it, even
though she knew that he wouldn’t.
[You’re time is up, dear. It’s now time for you to face your
responsibilities.] added Baris.
“But...” said Krysa with little hope.
[Krysa! We had a bargain.] came Quarn’s stern voice.
“Daddy, I was 15 when we made that bargain...” one last, weak challenge.
[Irregardless, young lady. We have followed through on our part. Now it
is your turn.] he paused, [You aren’t going to let us down are you?]
Krysa shook her head. She knew that she would do as she was asked. She
had made that decision the last time they were on Epsilon while she had
waited for their call that never came. Despite having lived on Earth for
her entire life, she still had great respect for and faith in Betazoid
beliefs and traditions. She would not be the one to break the cycle.
[Excellent. We will beam aboard your ship when you reach Epsilon day
after tomorrow.] Quarn told her.
“The FEYNMAN has been put on Stand-by status, we don’t know yet when we
will be returning for the time being, I don’t know when we will be back
to Epsilon.” said Krysa.
The Ambassador appeared to fume for a short time, [Very well, as soon as
the Grall’s arrive, we will be on a shuttle enroute to the FEYNMAN.
Expect us the day after tomorrow. I hope there will be no further
complaints on the matter.]
Krysa shook her head. She had known that they FEYNMAN’s status wouldn’t
stop her father once he had his mind set.
[I’m looking foreword to seeing you, dear] Baris said as the screen went
blank; the connection ended.
Krysa sat down as the tears began to flow. A bargain made almost 10
years ago, was now being thrust upon her. At 15, she had just been glad
to be given freedom to make her own choices. She wasn’t worried about
what would happen when she reached 25. That had seemed a lifetime away
back then.
She realized that two days did not give her very much time to prepare.
But first she needed to speak to the CO. He must be made aware of the
upcoming changes.
Scene: Captain’s ready room<br>
MD: 5.2030<br>
“Come in”, Zane said at the sound of the door chime. “What can I do for
you Lt.?”
“Sir, I should have come to you earlier, but I ... well, it’s just that
my parents are going to catch a shuttle out here to meet us here the day
after tomorrow.”
“It is a little unusual, but it shouldn’t be a problem, Lt.”
“Well, sir... It’s a little more complicated then that.” Krysa
stammered.
“What is it, Krysa?” Zane asked, Bat had mentioned to him that she
hadn’t been herself during the last trip to Epsilon. He had also noticed
her unusually sullen mood at times on Furjen while they were waiting for
the FEYNMAN to pick them up.
“I’m to be married.” Even with the words out they seemed strangely
foreign.
Zane was taken aback by Krysa’s announcement. “Congratulations, Lt. But
I must admit, I’m a little surprised.”
“Well, I guess I am too. I mean, I knew about it, but... I just thought
maybe, it would go away. I should have know better with my father.” She
paused briefly before continuing.
“Genetic bonding is a common practice for Betazoids.” Krysa began. Zane
nodded, he knew this. As she began to speak the words just poured out,
“Well, my fiancé is the son of my father’s best friend. The union was
arranged when I was born. Kavan was five. They lived on Betazed so I
never met Kavan until I was 15. He was a nice enough lad, but I was 15
and had lived on Earth all my life. None of my girlfriends were engaged.
“Our parents were ready to arrange the joining to take place on my 18th
birthday. I was incensed that they would do such a thing to me. My
father and I argued for hours. Finally, thanks to my mothers
intervention, my father relented... somewhat. He agreed to give me until
my 25th birthday. If I chose my own mate by that time, I would not have
to marry Kavan.
“I’ve had several relationships since then. One in particular that I
thought I might actually marry. But he was a career officer with no
place for a wife. He went on to his assignment, and I went on to mine.
So nothing ever went beyond that.
“At 15, 25 seemed a million years away. But it’s not... I turn 25 in 2
days. Just in time for them all to meet the ship.”
“Will you be staying on the ship after that?”
“I don’t know, sir. I’ve given it a lot of thought recently, and I would
like to, but I haven’t talked to Kavan since I was 15. I have no idea
what he does. I assure you though, I will discuss it with him and the
decision will be made as soon as possible, though.”
“Very well, Lt.” Commander Zane said.
“Commander, I have one more request. I’d like to have you meet them all
with me, when they arrive.”
“Of course, Lt.”
Regards,<br>
Lt. Krysa Jenn<br>
****<br>
NRPG: Well, I couldn’t resist<G> Since she is Betazoid and her father is
an Ambassador, I figured she had to have a few responsibilities hidden
away...
This also gives us some parties to have while on our trip to Earth... If
that ends up being where we are headed<G> And of course, you all are
invited to the wedding... if it should take place... You all do know
what to wear, right?<VBG>
Kristen
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Krysa's Responsibilities to Home and Hearth (Cont.)</h3>
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by
Andrew Catterick 4-17-1996</h4>
> Stardate: 80417.1428<br>
> Scene: Captain ready room<br>
> MD: 5.2030<br>
><br>
> Will you be staying on the ship after that?<br>
><br>
> I dont know, sir. Ive given it a lot of thought recently, and I would<br>
> like to, but I havent talked to Kavan since I was 15. I have no idea what<br>
> he does. I assure you though, I will discuss it with him and the decision<br>
> will be made as soon as possible, though. <br>
><br>
> Very well, Lt. Commander Zane said.<br>
><br>
> Commander, I have one more request. Id like to have you meet them all with
> me, when they arrive.<br>
><br>
> Of course, Lt.<br>
Zane watched Krysa leave the office in silence. His first
thought was for the predicament his second officer was in. Arranged
marriages! As a Starfleet officer he was used to being at odds with some
of the customs of the variety of cultures he was faced with on an almost
daily basis. On a personal level he often found them to be in conflict
with his own beliefs but in terms of the overall scheme of things he
valued this diversity and would do anything he could to protect and
uphold it. It was what made the Federation prosper.
Still, Kyrsa was his friend, not to mention a damned good officer,
and it was evident that she was not overly thrilled with the coming wedding.
He wished there was something he could do to help her. And what would
happen if she decided to leave the ship? Obviously no officer, even
himself, was irreplaceable but the FEYNMAN with out Krysa? It was hard
to picture.
Calling up the transport logs for EPSILON he quickly tracked down
the shuttle carrying the Ambassador and identified its ETA. Adding on a
few hours of 'personal time' for the Jenn family to be reacquainted he
scheduled an official function to welcome the Ambassador to the ship. He
frowned at the thought of putting on his dress uniform.
"Zane to 10-Forward."
[Bat here, go ahead.]
"Bat we will be receiving Ambassador Jenn and his family in 2
days and I'd like to have an official reception in his honour. Can you
up something appropriate in time?"
[I'll dig out the puff-pastry!]
"Thanks Bat, Zane out."
<<<NRPG>>>
Just a quick one to record Zane's immediate reaction to Krysa's dilemma.
BTW, just in case any of you missed it Sherman (Ensign Selek) resigned
from the FEYNMAN a few days ago so please remove him from your mailing
lists. Until we receive a new SCI Selek will remain in place but as a NPC
Respectfully submitted,
Andy
-CMDR Zane, Commanding, USS FEYNMAN<br>
-LT.CMDR Nigel Brock, Instructor, Holodeck 18<br>
-LT.CMDR Tarsa Rogers, Executive Officer, USS GAUSS<br>
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Tying Up a Few Ends and Starting a Few More</h3>
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Kristen Gant 4-18-1996</h4>
Stardate: 80418.2213<br>
Scene: SB Epsilon<br>
MD: 6.1000<br>
Jeri had been keeping a close eye on her parents. Waston was with them,
but as far as Jeri was concerned he was no ally. As the youngest of the
Jenn children he had been nothing but a bother, not to mention a little
tattle-tale. Krysa, of course had babied him, but Jeri would have none
of that. She knew him for the spiteful brat he was.
She was surprised to see her parents with their luggage heading toward a
shuttle port. Where were they going? It was then she noticed another
couple heading toward them. When her father spotted the pair, he held
out his hand in friendship. Jeri thought the couple looked familiar but
she could remember for sure. That was until she saw Kavan joining them
a short time later. He was definitely older, but she recognized him
right away.
She had lost her childish heart to him ... was it ten years ago already?
He was still quite handsome. Had it not been for the fact that he had
been her father’s choice, she would have thought that Krysa should
definitely marry him. But Jeri and her father had never been on the same
wavelength, and if he said ‘go’, she invariably would say ‘stop’. So
while she had always like Kavan, she couldn’t help but be glad that
Krysa had refused to marry him.
But as she watched Kavan greeting her father and mother she realized
what was going on. She know knew why they were here. Jeri sighed,
realizing that this meant Krysa was giving in to the pressure. She
watched them board the shuttle happily and realized that this also meant
that for some reason the FEYNMAN wasn’t coming back to Epsilon right
away.
She turned and went to find Boren. She saw no point in staying at
Epsilon any longer. She would just have to wait for another day to talk
to her sister.
Regards,<br>
Lt. Krysa Jenn<br>
****<br>
NRPG: Just tying up my loose end with Jeri... well sorta tying it up.
She could still return to haunt us another day... Maybe then we can
actually find out what she wanted <G>
Also letting you know that the Ambassador’s party is on thier way... I
expect them to arrive in about 24 hours (ie. MD: 7.1000) though that
could always change.... they aren’t taking a D-warp shuttle <G>
Kristen
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Sickbay</h3>
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Andrew Nugteren 4-18-1996</h4>
SD 80418.1303<br>
Scene: Turbolift<br>
MD 6.0800<br>
By 0800 hours, Jade was usually standing Alpha Watch on the bridge,
although Captain Zane had declared that in their current state, only a
skeleton crew stood watch. Jade had taken the opportunity to give her BETA
watch Tactical Officer, Barbara Mancuso, a taste of standing double watches
as an official reprimand for the diplomatic incident that had occurred on
Manark V.
"Sickbay," Jade addressed the turbolift computer glancing slightly
upward, and then steadying herself as the lift gracefully took off.
__________<br>
Scene: Sickbay<br>
Jade just managed to suppress a grin as she saw Doctor Tok attempting to
pull back the covers on his biobed, while Dr. T'kin was doing his best to
prevent this from happening.
"Hello Tixx," Jade called out, and both Tok and Clayton postponed for the
meantime their struggle with the bed covers as she approached. "Dr. T'kin,
I think it would be better if I could speak with Dr. Tok alone."
Moving to the bedside, Jade took a seat and studied Tixx silently for a
few seconds. "Doctor... Tixx I mean," she corrected herself. "Is there a
problem?"
"That Vulcan is driving me up the wall," Tixx replied, glad for the
presence of someone with which he could explain his problems. "He insists
that I have contracted a slight strain of the Tchlogiran virus and that I
must be confined to my bed for at least another 8 hours."
"Tixx," Jade's voice softened. "Have you any reason to doubt his diagnosis?"
"Of course I have," Tixx replied. "I feel fine. There's nothing wrong
with me."
Jade grinned a grin at him that suggested she seen something similar
before. "I'm sure that Dr. T'kin would not have come to his conclusion
lightly and without some good reasons. I suggest you listen to him."
"And I imagine that you were a doctor too in a past life," Tixx said a
little sarcastically. "Convenient isn't it."
"No I've not been a doctor yet," she replied. "Although I '''am''' over 200
years old and I've seen enough to suggest that often the best cure for a
minor virus is a dose of good old-fashioned rest. Besides, it's good to
settle back once in a while and unwind from life."
"But I am '''not sick'''."
Jade beckoned Dr. T'kin over. "Tixx has decided to accept your
treatment," she began, ignoring the look of protest on Tok's face. "If you
have any problems, give me a call and I'll pop by right away."
She got up to go, and then turned as if she had changed her mind. "Oh,
and I was going to ask you Tixx. There's a cultural event on Furjen that
begins tonight at 2000 hours. Seeing you'll be up by then, I was wondering
if you'd like to join me?"
Respectfully submitted<br>
Ensign Jade Sr'qwon<br>
<<NRPG>>
Just thought that if Lysle was sick, why not have Dr. Tok go down with the
flu at the same time. Convenient.. yes!! <G>
Lysle: No hurry to continue on with this if you're not feeling like writing
at the moment. Oh, and I figured some of what I've written could be
quite likely to be out of character for Tok, so I figured being sick
could explain anything unusual :)
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| Ensign Jade Sr'qwon Chief Security Officer USS FEYNMAN                    |
| Lt.Colonel Chris Williams Instructor - Holodeck 11 ARMSTRONG LB          |
| Captain Paul Paxwax Fleet Intelligence Officer SILVER FLEET              |
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| Andrew Nugteren                                              Christchurch |
| Email: andrewn@iconz.co.nz                                    New Zealand |
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<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Maril's Emotional Side</h3>
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Max Felsher 4-19-1996</h4>
SD 80419.1630 (GMT)<br>
MD 6.1200<br>
Bridge<br>
Maril stood watch, even with the Feynman safe near Starbase Epsilon. When he had heard about the possible deaths in Maril's family, Commander Zane had offered to let Maril not take the shift, but Maril had refused.
Even with all of the quiet around him, Maril couldn't seem to concentrate.
His head was filled with thoughts about his family. How could this have
happened? They had not reached the ends of their rivers. It was too early. Why did it happen?
Maril returned his attention to the PADD he was using. It dealt with
transfers to and from Epsilon. Most of them were routine, dealing with family, promotion, etc. Except for a...Mr. and Mrs. Jenn, traveling '''to''' the ship?
Maril was just about to ask Lt. Jenn if she knew anything about it, but he satback down. It reminded him of his own family. Tears started to form in his eyes.
It couldn't have happened, Maril decided. It just couldn't. More tears started to form, and he was having trouble keeping from crying. Finally, he couldn't stop himself anymore, and the tears started to rush out.
Lt. Jenn and Lt.<jg> Jerran turned around. "Are you alright, sir?" Jenn
asked.
Maril took a deep breath. "Yes, Lieutenant, I am fine. Carry on," he sighed. "Aye, sir," they both said hesitatantly.
MD 6.1545
Maril watched as the officers for the next shift started to come in. Garret, the AOPS after Ein was "demoted", walked over to Jenn as they started to discusswhat had gone on during the shift. Maril noticed that one person who was not being replaced was Mancuso, the Tactical officer. Maril remembered that Ensign Sr'qwon had ordered the TACT-BETA to take double shifts as punishment for beaming down to Manark V unauthorized.
Finally, Lt. Koreth appeared. "Any news, sir?" the CEO asked.
"As still as the pond in the emperor's garden," Maril replied, hinting at a smile.
MD 6.1600
Deck 5
However, as he returned to his quarters, he started to think about his family
again. His eyes once again teared up. It was all he could do to get to his
quarters while still standing on two feet.
Maril just lay down on his bed, sobbing....
The sun has met the sea,<br>
Lt. Commander Onta Maril,<br>
First Officer, USS Feynman,<br>
aka Max Felsher<br>
NRPG:
Maril would probably appreciate some compassion, but he may not accept it. :)
Lysle, Andrew, Charles: If it doesn't conflict with the wedding :), the BrOT
will probably be sometime like MD 7.2000 (the rest of it, that is. :) )
Joseph, Lysle: I noticed you two haven't disciplined the officers who beamed
down in your department (although I think you wrote that Tok was about to, but
never actually said what the discipline was, Lysle.) I know both you and Tok
have been sick, Lysle, but Jospeh, you better discipline Ens. Cartwright right
now, or you may be disciplined yourself! ;)
Kristen: Maybe you shouldn't invite Maril to the wedding. I mean, he isn't
exactly in the best mood. :) What? You say he still has to come? Rats, I didn't
get out of it! ;) (Guess I'll have to go to Plan B. ;) ))
Lt. Cmdr. Onta Maril FO USS Feynman<br>
Ens. Siqor CEO USS Tesla<br>
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: This Ain't Fort Worth...</h3>
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by
Charles Jencks 4-21-1996</h4>
SD 80421.0810<br>
Holodeck One<br>
The drenched Counselor was sitting in a cramped corridor, the captain of
the ship he was aboard looming over him. "Ryan, you've gotta be crazy to
pull off something like that."
"That's what they said when I saved the Prince of Wales. The first time, I
mean. Next time, Jack," Krazny paused when he realized he was talking to
*himself*, so to speak, "write a damned memo!"
"Well, we better get you out of those wet clothes. Chief, get something
for Commander Ryan."
The holo-Chief nodded. "Yes, Captain."
The Captain turned back to his guest. "Well, Commander, welcome to the USS
DALLAS."
"Did you find them yet?"
"Find them? We've been chasing them since they left Polyyarny! We had to
break off to come pick you up! Too bad Starbase couldn't have gotten that
chopper farther north."
By 'Starbase' he meant the aircraft carrier ENTERPRISE, Krazny realized...
it had to do with those classified 20th century prophecies about
Starfleet... ah, who cares? It was just a cultural thing, which he didn't
share with them, but knew the character of Jack Ryan did.
"Yes, Captain. I wish they had... that sub will be damned hard to find
again."
"Ah, well, my sonar department has a few thoughts on that. I'll have to
have you talk to Jonesy." He glanced at his wristwatch. "I have to get to
the conn. Meet me there after you get some dry clothes on."
NRPG: Keeping the Counselor occupied... hey, is it true we're headed for
Earth? Got some interesting places to go diving... shipwrecks and the
like...
Charles Jencks<br>
Ens Krazny Oktyabr<br>
CNS, USS FEYNMAN<br>
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: The Ambassador's Arrival</h3>
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Kristen Gant 4-21-1996</h4>
Stardate: 80421.1237<br>
Scene: Shuttle Bay<br>
MD: 7.1000<br>
Lt. Jenn and Commander Zane were in the Shuttle bay as the Shuttle bay
doors opened to allow the Ambassador’s shuttle to enter. Zane saw
Krysa’s nervousness and clasped her hand briefly, “Relax, Lt.”
Krysa smiled at him, “I’m trying.”
The Shuttle glided gracefully through the doors settling down gently.
As soon as the Shuttle bay doors were closed and sealed once again, the
force field was dropped and the two officers walked to the door of the
Shuttle and waited as it opened.
Ambassador Jenn, his wife, Baris, stepped off the shuttle first.
“Commander Zane, I’d like you to meet my parents, Ambassador Quarn Jenn,
and his wife, Baris.” Krysa introduced.
“I am honored, Ambassador.” Zane bowed his head slightly.
“Commander. Thank you for allowing us to hold our prejoining festivities
on your ship.” said Quarn, formally. “And also for waiting to depart
until our shuttle caught up with you.”
“Of course, sir. Lt. Jenn has been a valuable member of our crew and we
are glad to be able to do this for her.”
Krysa definitely favored her mother, Zane noticed, seeing that the
Ambassador was very starched and certainly did not seem prone to
smiling. His wife, Baris stayed close to her husbands side, her face
graced with a smile. Much more like Krysa, who seemed to smile most of
the time. Baris took her husbands arm as they stepped toward their
daughter. Each kissed Krysa on the cheek and turned as a handsome young
man followed them out of the shuttle.
“This is my son, Waston.” Ambassador Jenn said. Zane didn’t have to be
told, the young man bore a very close resemblance to his sister.
“I am please to meet you all.” Zane asked.
A short stout man, stepped out next, with his wife close behind.
“Commander, I’d like you to meet Devon and Salli Grall, and...” the
Ambassador motioned to the young man following behind them, “their son,
Kavan.”
Devon Grall quickly stepped down and began shaking the Commander’s hand.
While the Commander greeted the enthusiastic Devon Grall and his wife,
Krysa set her eyes on Kavan. He looked much the same as he had 10 years
ago. However now she looked at him in a new light. She was no longer
that rebellious 15 year old. Now she was ready for her responsibilities.
And standing there was the man she was going to spend the rest of her
life with. He was quite handsome, with the classic Betazed black eyes
and dark hair. He winked playfully at her as his parents greeted Krysa.
“Krysa, you have become more beautiful then I imagined,” said Salli
Grall as she took a step toward the Ops officer. “I think it was well
worth the wait, Kavan.”
“Thank you,” said Krysa, blushing slightly.
“This is indeed a pleasure,” said Devon Grall, taking her hand and
kissing her quickly on the cheek, “We don’t get off Betazed very often,
and now we’ve been shuttling all over the galaxy just to catch you, my
dear. I must say, it is the most fun I’ve had in a long time.”
Ambassador Jenn, shook his head, exasperated, “I find it quite
frustrating.”
“That’s because you do not have a sense of humor, old man,” chuckled
Devon. It was amazing that these two men, who seemed complete opposites
were actually friends. Yet looking at them, it was easy to tell that
while they were so different they had a genuine fondness for each other.
“Lt., why don’t you take the rest of your shift off, and escort your
guests to their quarters.” Zane said. After Krysa nodded, he turned to
the Ambassador, “We have are having an official reception in your honor,
sir, in the officers dining room at 1900 hours.”
The ambassador nodded, “That is most appreciated, Commander. We shall be
honored to attend.”
“Can I show you to your quarters?” asked Krysa.
“That would be wonderful, my dear,” said Devon taking Krysa arm and
heading toward the door.
Sallie cleared her throat. “Ummm, sweetheart.”
“Yes, dear.” said Devon turning to look at his wife.
“Wouldn’t you like to allow your son to escort his bride?” said Salli.
Krysa did not allow herself to grimace at the word, instead maintaining
her smile.
“Yes, I suppose you are right.” said Devon with a smile.
“I always am,” said Sallie with a warm smile.
The man looked from Krysa to Kavan and smiled. He then moved so that
Kavan could take his place. The young man smiled as he took Krysa arm.
Krysa noticed that he did have very nice eyes. She thought perhaps she
could get used to looking at them.
Scene: Bridge
MD: 7.1030
Commander Zane walked onto the bridge. All of the senior officers, with
the exception of Dr. Tok, who was still confined to Sickbay by Drs.
Clayton and T’Kin, and Krysa, who was playing escort to thier guests,
were on the bridge. Zane looked at Maril, who was looking better then
he had the day before. Zane knew him well enough to know that he was
just covering it well.
“Lt. Jerran, set course for Earth, warp 7, and engage when ready. There
will be an official reception for Ambassador Jenn and his family, at
1900 hours. All senior officers are requested to attend. I’m sure Lt.
Jenn would want you all to be there. She has an announcement to make.”
Regards,<br>
Lt. Krysa Jenn<br>
****<br>
NRPG: Andy, hope you don’t mind me getting us underway <G> I ‘m sure
that RT is keeping you busy!
All: I’m assuming that Krysa has pretty much holed up in her quarters
with the exception of her duty shifts, and hasn’t told anyone other then
Zane the ‘good’ news. Max, if you don’t think Maril can handle it, he
doesn’t have to come... but if he doesn’t, Krysa might cry<EG>
Sorry you are '''all''' on the bridge now <EG> but I had to get you all in
one place... and that can be almost impossible!!
Kristen
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Too Much Stuff to Write a Subject Line</h3>
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Max Felsher 4-21-1996</h4>
SD 80421.1600 (GMT)<br>
MD 7.0400<br>
Lt. Commander Maril's Quarters<br>
Maril woke up for the fourth time since he had gone to sleep ten hours
before. Several dreams, which were actually closer to nightmares, had
shortened the actual time he had been asleep to about seven hours.
He decided to stay awake this time. There was no use trying to sleep when
all he could think of was his family. He sat down near his window, and just
stared out into space...it was hard for him to imagine the universe without his
family....
Ferengi Transport _Gain Through Greed_: Bridge
"Yes...I think I see your plan, Remin," Daimon Lir said as he smiled
greedily. "We take our passengers to the other side of Vandel VI from Rori
Station. Then we demand that they give us their valuables or...."
"We crash into the surface!" Ribo, the first officer, laughed.
"Mr. Remin, set a course for Vandel VI, Warp 8," Lir ordered. All of the
bridge crew, which was entirely Ferengi, laughed and laughed.
FT _GTG_: Passenger Compartment B-9
Maril's family--his mother, Perun; his sister, Mikel; her husband, Asfero;
and Maril's brother, Bero--were gathered in the compartment. They were
discussing some rather strange occurrences.
For instance, the Ferengi had denied them access to communications equipment
and had all but sealed them off to the outside world. They had then proceeded
to explode quantities of metals found in the ship's hull outside the transport.
The four Tamarians realized this wasn't normal.
They agreed that they would need to take control of the ship. Perun, being a
starship designer, would be able to do that easily. They then agreed that they
should also turn the ship over to the authorities somewhere.
"But, to what city?" Mikel asked. Her question actually meant something like
"Where should we go?"
At that point, Perun started to "hack" into the transport's computer, while
Mikel, Asfero, and Bero argued about where to go.
Finally, Perun said, "We have breached the walls of Dibago. The telescope
sees the 'United Federation of Planets'."
"Then, we ride to Earth!" Bero suggested.
The others nodded in agreement.
"Riding to Earth, 656 times the star's speed," Perun reported. In English,
it would have been, "Course set for Earth, Warp 7.""
MD 7.1000
USS Feynman: Bridge
Maril was still feeling rather depressed, but you couldn't have figured that
out from his face. Although he didn't smile that much, he seemed to be simply
his unemotional, quiet self.
Commander Zane had told Maril to excuse Lt. Jenn's absence from the Bridge.
Something about personal matters. WO Bellad had returned to duty, so Maril had
invited him to take Ops for the shift. It would have been rather unfair to
order Garret or Ein to take ALPHA since they already had shifts.
It was rather quiet that day on the Bridge, but inside Maril's mind, it was a
wild storm....
MD 7.1400
Transporter Room 1
As the Feynman's newest CSciO, Ensign Jakkao Serra, beamed aboard, Maril
extended a hand and greeted him.
"Hello, Ensign Serra. The door has been opened. Your quarters are...Deck 5,
Section 4, Quarters 3. I suggest you get settled in, and then meet me in my
office at 1700 hours. Understood?"
"Yes, sir," the CSciO replied.
MD 7.1700
First Officer's Office
Maril, though still disturbed, was feeling better. "Come," he answered when
there was a chime at the door.
Ensign Serra walked in. "Sit," Maril suggested, and Serra did.
"Mr. Serra, the Feynman has one of the most advanced sensor arrays in
Starfleet--the DELPHI array. As Chief Science Officer of this ship, you will
be expected to provide answers when needed, considering you have such a tool to
work with. I think you know most everything else that a CSciO does, but I also
need you to provide me with an officer at the Science I station for all three
shifts. I assume you will take the ALPHA shift?"
"Ummm...-"
[Bridge to Commander Maril. We have an incoming message for you from a ship
in orbit of Earth.]
"Hmmm. Patch it through to my office. Maril out." Turning to Serra, he
said, "Dismissed."
Ensign Serra was just about to walk out the door when Maril said, "One more
thing, Mr. Serra."
"Yes, sir?"
"I was the Chief Science Officer of the Feynman...the first one, in fact. If
you work hard here, it can be a dream come true. If not, that dream may become
a nightmare."
"Aye, sir," Serra said as he left.
As he put the message on his screen, tears started to come down his face. Not
tears of sadness, but tears of joy. The face that appeared on the screen was
his mother's.
"Came back from the depths of Fitabio!" Maril exclaimed..
His mother agreed to come aboard the Feynman with the other three. Maril
then transferred the link to his father's quarters.
"Maril to Zane."
[Zane here.]
"Sir, I would like to know if four members of my family could come aboard for
a visit. They are already in orbit of Earth."
[The four that were missing! Of course, Onta.]
"Thank you, sir. Maril out."
MD 7.1800
Shuttlebay 2
Maril stood, waiting for his four family members to step out of the shuttle
whichhad just landed. Finally, they did. Maril and his father embraced the four for what seemed
like an hour, although when Maril checked the chronometer, it had only been a
few minutes. There was something wrong, but Maril couldn't figure out what it was.
Finally, he realized. Before Maril could say anything, his sister answered his
question unknowingly. "Where should the river be?" she asked.
"Why would a river be needed?" Maril exclaimed. Then, he nodded. It was
obvious Mikel was going to have a baby.
"The horse fell on its way?" Mikel asked. Maril nodded again.
They were walking out of the shuttlebay when suddenly Mikel cried out in
pain. Then, she fell down and cried out again. "The source has been found!"
she yelled.
Maril grabbed Mikel and her husband. "Computer, Sickbay!" he yelled as they
into a turbolift.
The sun has met the sea,<br>
Lt. Commander Onta Maril,<br>
First Officer, USS Feynman,<br>
aka Max Felsher
NRPG:
Well, that solves Maril's emotional problems. So, don't worry, Kristen, Maril
will be there! :)
Lysle, Andrew, Charles: Cancel the BrOT for now. :)
Lysle: I don't care if you and your character are sick, you're delivering that
baby! ;)
Bill: Welcome to the Feynman! I know most of this was probably gibberish to you.
Just know that four members of Maril's family had been missing, and Maril
thought they were dead. :( But now they're okay! :)
Jospeh: Got another shuttle to add to your list. ;)
Lt. Cmdr. Onta Maril FO USS Feynman<br>
Ens. Siqor CEO USS Tesla<br>
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Giving Up!</h3>
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by
Charles Jencks 4-21-1996</h4>
SD 80421.1915<br>
Holodeck One<br>
Counselor Krazny had been in the holodeck for what seemed like hours, and
he barely felt better than when he started. "Computer, end program." The
sonar room of the DALLAS disappeared to reveal the holodeck grid. He
headed off for his quarters.
"Computer, give me a comm line to Neptune Aquaventures, Earth."
<Link open.>
<<<Neptune Aquaventures. May I help you?>>>
"Well, I'll be coming to Earth very soon, and I wanted to know if you
have any interesting dives available..."
<<<Of course, sir. We have a beginner's dive off the coast of Cape
Hatteras, including the wreck of the ironclad MONITOR, a dive into the
coral caves of the Great Barrier Reef, an advanced dive to several
shipwrecks in the Puerto Rico area, and eveyone's favorite, the dive to
the Klingon Bird of Prey in San Francisco Bay.>>>
"I'll let you know about my choices once I've decided. Can you send the
details to me? I'm the Counselor on the USS FEYNMAN."
<<<Of course, sir. Neptune Aquaventures out.>>> The viewer blinked off,
and he headed out the door.
Several Minutes Later, in the Counselor's Office.
"So you're getting married?"
NRPG: Kristen, I believe a little premarital counseling is normal, but if
you don't want to I could say it's some NPCs.
Well, I'm just moving in some plans for when we get to Earth.
Oh, and BTW, Krazny '''is''' 3/4ths Betazoid, so of course he '''won't''' be
worried about what he's wearing to the wedding...
Charles Jencks<br>
Ensign Krazny Oktyabr, CNS, USS FEYNMAN<br>
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: What Am I Going to Do</h3>
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Kristen Gant 4-21-1996</h4>
Stardate: 80421<br>
Scene: Ambassador Jenn’s quarters<br>
MD: 7.1100<br>
“These will be wonderful, dear.” said her mother, “Please stop being so
nervous.”
“I’m not nervous, mom, honest...”
Baris shook her head, knowing Krysa better then that. Krysa and her
mother were alone as the rest of them had headed were in the Grall’s
room making new plans, as they old one’s had to be changed now that they
were headed for Earth. The Ambassador was contacting the Betazed
Embassy to make plans to hold the wedding there as soon as they arrived.
“He’s a nice young man, Krysa. And he did wait for you.”
“You don’t have to talk me into this, I already said I’d do it.”
Baris sat down and motioned for Krysa to sit beside her. “Listen, this
is something your father firmly believes is the right thing. I know you
haven’t always agreed.”
“I’ve grown up.”
“Yes, you have...” At that moment the Ambassador, Waston and the Grall’s
walked in.
“We have decided to go to the 10-forward, on this ship. Will you join
us?” Said the Ambassador.
“I will, my dear.” said Baris smiling and walking over to her husband.
“Where is Kavan?”
“He is in his room. He decided not to join us.” his mother told her.
“Then I think I’ll go speak with him.” Krysa told them.
Sallie Grall nodded, smiling. “I’m sure he’d like that. He’s really been
looking forward to this.”
They all turned to go, but Krysa pulled Waston aside briefly. “Was,
where’s Jeri?”
“She’s on the outs with father right now, so I really don’t know.”
Krysa rolled her eyes. “Oh dear, what now?”
“It’s the same old story, Krysa.” Was told her, “Jeri wanted to leave
that school and father said ‘no.’ She left anyway... we don’t know where
she went.”
“Has she said anything to you?”
“Are you kidding, she wouldn’t tell me anything. She still thinks I’m
fathers spy.”
“Well, you were... for a long time.” Krysa smiled, then her smile faded.
“It surprises me that I haven’t heard from her.”
“I think she’s upset that you’re giving in now.”
“I am not giving in!”
“Come on, Krysa. You’re going to marry Kavan.”
“That doesn’t mean I’m giving in. I just have some respect for our
culture.” she smiled, “Besides, he seems very nice.”
“Yes, but remember he’s father’s choice, not yours.” With that Waston
Jenn turned to follow his parents. Neither he nor her sister would ever
understand her decision. She had known that when she made it. Krysa
sighed and headed to Kavan’s room.
Scene: Kavan’s Room
Krysa stood in front of the door for a while before she could bring
herself to hit the door chime. An ensign came down the hall giving her a
strange look, which prompted her to finally hit the chime. She heard the
deep voice call, “Come in.”
The door slid open and Kavan walked over to greet her, a smile on his
face. He stared at the woman in front of him, as the door slid closed
behind her. He smiled, “I’m glad you came.” He wasn’t a tall man, only
measuring a few inches taller then Krysa. He took a step toward her and
reached out to gently to take her hand. “You look beautiful. Even more
beautiful then I remembered.”
Krysa blushed. “I’ve had a few years to grow up.” she said. He chuckled,
as he led her over to take a seat on the couch. <nowiki>*He has a pleasant
laugh,* she thought.</nowiki>
“Yes, you did make me wait a few years, didn’t you.” his eyes were
smiling. She could tell that it didn’t bother him at all, and was a
little surprised at that.
“Yes, I suppose I did.” she said.
Then Krysa got serious. She had made a promise to the Commander to find
out what their plans would be. “Kavan, we need to make some plans for
the future.”
“I know.” He said looking at her, “You like it here, don’t you?”
“Yes, very much so.” She set her chin, knowing she had to be honest. “I
don’t want to leave.” The she paused, thoughtfully, “But I don’t even
know what you do or where your life is?”
“What I do?” Kavan laughed, “Well, if you ask my father, he’ll tell you
that I don’t do much of anything. But in actuality, I am a writer.”
“Really? What do you write?” asked Krysa.
“Poetry, short stories... I’m even in the middle of my first novel. But
I have yet to be published. Therefore, it’s not a real job, according to
my father.”
“I’d like to read some of your writing?”
“I’d like that. I even wrote one for you. I’ll get it for you later,” He
said obviously pleased by her interest. “but in the meantime, you asked
about our future. Krysa, I am not tied to any one place. I can write
anywhere... And I think I would very much like to travel the stars with
you.”
Krysa felt a broad grin cross her face, “I would like that as well.”
“Can I ask you a question, though?”
“Sure,” Krysa said. After all it was only fair, so far she had been
asking all the questions.
“Why do you want to do this now, when you were so adamantly opposed to
it, before?”
Krysa smiled. “Well, that was 10 years ago. I was much younger then.”
“I know, but it was more then that. You grew up on Earth. I’m sure none
of your friends were going to be getting married. Especially to someone
they had never met.”
“No,” said Krysa, “that’s quite right.” She looked at the man. Not sure
whether she should tell him the truth or not. However, in the end, her
honesty won out. Kavan had a kind face, and if she was truly going to
spend her life with him, it wouldn’t do to start out with lies and
half-truths.
“It’s actually a bargain I made with my father. We argued and argued
that week that you and your parents spent with us on Earth.”
“Yes, I remember,” he said smiling at the memory of the young girl
stomping around, showing her displeasure.
“You must have thought I was a spoiled brat.” sighed Krysa.
“Yes,” he chuckled, “I suppose I did. But I also understood.”
Krysa nodded, and continued to tell him of the bargain a young girl had
made with her father.
“I find it hard to believe you never found anyone else?”
“I never really looked. I was to busy finishing school and getting on
with my own career.” Krysa looked at him more serious now. “So why did
you wait for me?”
“Honestly, cause I knew you were the right one. I’ve felt it since we
met. Don’t you remember that very first day I arrived?”
“I do,” she said looking down. She and her parents had gone to the
shuttle port to pick them up. She had heard her name being called, but
whenever she would turn around to see who was calling here, there was no
one there. It had been Kavan calling to her, though he hadn’t been aware
that he was doing it, not until he saw her. And her mind had responded,
though she hadn’t been aware of the response. Standing there looking at
each other they had each realized what was going on. Kavan had tried to
talk to her about it later, but she was so wrapped up in her arguments
with her father, she hadn’t spent any time with him.
“Krysa, I’ve never been able to contact anyone like that. Not before,
and not since.” He said, “I was astounded. I knew it meant great things
for us.”
“I’m sure my father has told you about my accident though.” she said
sadly. “I am no longer telepathic. There hasn’t been anything since
you’ve arrived now.”
“No, but that doesn’t change the fact that we once had a connection. I
think we could have it again.” He held her hand tightly in his. “Even if
we never did again, it wouldn’t matter to me. I still believe we belong
together.”
Krysa wasn’t sure she could believe him. The loss of her telepathy still
bothered her after all these years. She had a hard time believing it
wouldn’t bother him. Though she could sense no deception on his part.
She suddenly began to feel uncomfortable. Her feelings were a jumble,
and she was having a hard time sorting them out. “I... I have to go,
Kavan. I must report to the captain, and ... We’ll see each other soon.”
With that she fled the room and quickly headed to a turbolift, not quite
sure where she was headed.
Scene: Counselor’s office
MD: 1500
After spending time wondering the ship, Krysa found herself in front of
Ens. Krazny’s office. She absently hit the chime, and entered when she
heard him call.
“Lt. Jenn,” he said smiling, “Is there something I can do for you?”
Krysa took a seat on his couch before answering. “You are part
Betazoid, do you believe in genetic bonding?”
"So you're getting married?" he said, “That’s the announcement you’re
supposed to make at this evening’s reception.”
Krysa nodded miserably.
“You’re not happy?”
“I don’t know. He’s a really nice guy, and I guess he’s right, we do...
did have a connection. And I need to be responsible...” Krysa paused
looking at the counselor, “The worst thing is that I can’t seem to put
my feelings in order.”
“Alright, Lt. Why don’t you tell me from the beginning...”
Krysa began telling the counselor about meeting Kavan, about her
father’s bargain, and about her accident. “I know I’ve never really come
to terms with the accident. I know the classics signs... I am still a
Counselor at heart, I guess.”
“You can’t always help yourself though.”
Krysa nodded, “I know. The bottom line is that now I have to decide what
I’m doing?”
Regards,<br>
Lt. Krysa Jenn.<br>
****<br>
NRPG: Gee guys, sorry it’s so long... I just got started and couldn’t
stop!! And I still need to write something during the reception... I’ll
do that tomorrow I think. In the meantime, the rest of you should feel
free to go ahead and start the reception.... Krysa might be late.. but
everyone else will be on time and you can interact with them.
Charles... if you don’t about Krysa’s accident, it is in her bio, I
could send it to you if you don’t have it. Everything else should have
been in one of my recent posts. Feel free to give Krysa your opinions
and professional advice :)
Kristen
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Krysa and Krazny Chat</h3>
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by
Charles Jencks 4-22-1996</h4>
SD 80422.0115, FEYNMAN Counseling Office<br>
> "Lt. Jenn," he said smiling, "Is there something I can do for you?"<br>
><br>
> Krysa took a seat on his couch before answering. "You are part Betazoid, do<br>
> you believe in genetic bonding?"<br>
><br>
> "So you're getting married?" he said, "That's the announcement you're<br>
> supposed to make at this evening's reception."<br>
><br>
> Krysa nodded miserably.<br>
><br>
> "You're not happy?"<br>
><br>
> "I don't know. He's a really nice guy, and I guess he's right, we do... did<br>
> have a connection. And I need to be responsible..." Krysa paused looking at<br>
> the counselor, "The worst thing is that I can't seem to put my feelings in order."<br>
><br>
> "Alright, Lt. Why don't you tell me from the beginning..."<br>
><br>
> Krysa began telling the counselor about meeting Kavan, about her father's<br>
> bargain, and about her accident. "I know I've never really come to terms<br>
> with the accident. I know the classics signs... I am still a counselor at heart, I guess."<br>
><br>
> "You can't always help yourself though."<br>
><br>
> Krysa nodded, "I know. The bottom line is that now I have to decide what I'm doing?"<br>
><br>
"Exactly."
"Well, what do I do?" The miserable OPS officer looked up, her elbows on
her knees and her chin in her hands.
"Well, as I see it, you have two choices. One, you either marry... Kavan,
was it?... or not. Two, you either leave the ship or not. And, clearly,
there is the possibility that making one decision will decide the other."
"Hmmm?"
"Well, for instance, he may not want to marry you if you decide to stay.
That's sort of what happened to me."
"You too?"
"My girlfriend, Ensign Kerri Strait, and I, we were together since junior
year at the Academy. When we got our assignments, she got sent to the USS
ANAHEIM. We were going to try to maintain the relationship until... well,
until one of us had enough pull to get transferred."
"What happened?"
"She decided, last week, that she'd rather stay on the ANAHEIM and marry
the first officer than wait for me."
"So you're saying that I might be put in the situation of deciding between
the relationship and my career?"
"Yes."
"But that's not it at all! He said... his carrer wasn't going to get in
the way."
"What does he do, anyway?"
"He's a writer. He said he'd live wherever I wanted... said 'I can write
anywhere'."
"Well, that isn't a problem then... so, why are you so miserable?"
"Can't you tell? You're a Betazoid, after all!"
"No, for some reason I can barely read your surface thoughts... I can tell
you're miserable but I can't tell why... this probably have something to do
with your disability... but then I could be wrong."
NRPG: Thought I would help hash things out. Kristen, feel free to
continue, although I don't think Krazny will talk any more about his
situation. Also, I'd like to have a shot at the groom...
Charles Jencks<br>
Ensign Krazny Oktyabr, CNS, USS FEYNMAN<br>
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: A Reception</h3>
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Kristen Gant 4-22-1996</h4>
Stardate: 80422.1555<br>
Scene: Counselor’s Office<br>
MD: 7.1540<br>
Krysa frowned at the Counselor’s use of the word, ‘disability’, but she
supposed he was correct. To a Betazoid it was a major disability. But
she pushed the thought aside not wanting to deal with it.
“My brother thinks I’m ‘giving in’. But it is a important tradition for
us. I want to respect it. Is it really so horrible to take my father’s
choice in this matter.”
“I think only you can answer that for yourself.” answered the Counselor.
Krysa nodded, “I know... I wouldn’t let me off the hook either if I were
you.” She gave a weak laugh. “Well, I’ve kept you long enough, Ens. I’m
going to go back to my quarters. My fathers reception is tonight and
he’ll have my head if I’m late. He’s definitely one for decorum.”
“Lt., I would like to meet your fiancé, perhaps talk to the two of you
together?” said the Counselor in front of her.
“You can meet him tonight, I’m sure. As for the other... well, it will
be almost a week before we make it to Earth, perhaps between now and
then we can see you.”
“Excellent, I’ll see you tonight at the reception then.”
“Thank you... For talking to me and also for coming to the dinner
tonight. I appreciate it.” Krysa turned and headed to her quarters.
Scene: Officers Dining Hall
MD: 7:1900
Krysa had taken a lot of time choosing just the right outfit. Something
that would make her look great, even if she wasn’t feeling particularly
great. She finally settled on a blue sleeveless dress, which she was
particularly fond of. Looking in the mirror she realized how much she
missed wearing blue, which was a very good color on her. She sighed
knowing those were the trials of promotions.
She headed to the Officers Dining Hall and was of course on time to the
reception. However, her father and his entourage were still there ahead
of her. Commander Zane was, of course, already there as well, chatting
with the ever exuberant Devon Grall and his wife. She saw Kavan sitting
at a table talking with her brother, surprisingly they seemed to be
getting along quite well.
“Krysa, I’m glad to see you are joining us this evening.” said her
father walking toward her; her mother as always right behind him.
“Of course,” said Krysa smiling.
“So where have you been keeping yourself all day? Kavan says you left
him hours ago.”
“I had some duties to take care of. I wanted to make sure they were done
so I could spend as much time with you and mom as possible.” said Krysa
smiling, knowing that neither one of her parents were likely to buy her
explanation. But of course, her father not wanting to disturb decorum
did not question her.
Ever the good little diplomat, Krysa wondered around the room making
small talk and greeting the other officers as they arrived. She had
hardly said two words to Kavan since entering the dining hall as Krysa’s
father had commandeered him and was doing the job of introducing him,
himself. Though he had caught her eye several times.
She watched her father. He really looked happy in his new role as
‘father of the bride’. She couldn’t help but smile as she watched him.
While her father was normally a very somber, formal man; with Kavan he
seemed much more animated. She felt a hand on her shoulder and turned to
find her mother watching her father as well.
“He’s very happy, you know.” she said.
“I can see that.” Krysa said softly.
“So you wandered the ship for several hours, did you?” Krysa turned and
looked at her mother in surprise. But Baris just nodded, “I know,
Krysa... I did the same thing almost 30 years ago. I had my doubts and
fears, but you know... it was the best thing I’ve ever done. Not by any
means, the easiest... but definitely the best.” Krysa just nodded, glad
to know that her mother truly did understand her feelings.
Just then there was a gong sounded. Krysa smiled. She hadn’t heard that
sound in a while. Commander Zane, now that everyone was startled into
silence by the gong, informed them that dinner was ready. Everyone moved
to take a chair, as Bat’s staff began to serve the meal.
Dinner conversations remained light and relaxed. It was good to everyone
enjoying themselves, thought Krysa. Even she was beginning to relax. It
was just after the main course that Ambassador Jenn stood and addressed
the dinner guests.
“I would like to thank the Captain and crew of the USS FEYNMAN for
allowing us to accompany you all back to Earth. We appreciate your
hospitality and we welcome your company tonight.” He looked at Krysa and
smiled. She couldn’t help but smile back. It was so rare for her father
to smile like that.
“I would also like to make an official announcement. My wife and I,
along with Mr. and Mrs. Devon Grall, would like to announce the joining
of our children, Krysa and Kavan. You all are invited to the wedding
which will take place at the Betazed Embassy on Earth the day arrive.”
Krysa noticed that most of the crew were not surprised. She hadn’t
figured they would be. Most likely her father had told them as he was
introducing Kavan around.
“For those of you who are not Betazoid and not fully comfortable with
Betazoid joining traditions, I would like to assure you that you are
still welcome to attend.” He paused looking at the others at the table.
“Clothed quests are not seen as an offense to the bride and groom any
longer. So please, feel free to attend.”
Bat’s staff began to serve the dessert, and the Ambassador decided to
cut his speech short. “I see dessert is here, so I won’t talk any
longer. Though I would like you to join me in wishing my daughter a
happy birthday.” He sat as Bat brought out a beautifully decorated
birthday cake and sat it in front of the surprised officer.
“Thank you, Bat, it’s wonderful.” he winked at her and moved back. Krysa
turned to her father and kissed him on the cheek, “Thanks, daddy,” she
whispered. The day wasn’t turning out to be as bad as it had appeared to
be.
Regards,<br>
Lt. Krysa Jenn<br>
****<br>
NRPG: I think I left it open enough that you all can come and interact
as you please. I also didn’t force anyone to be there, other then Zane
and Bat <G>
Kristen
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: A Reception (Cont.)</h3>
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by
Andrew Catterick 4-23-1996</h4>
SD: 80423.1200<br>
MD: 7.2100<br>
Scene: Officer's Dining Hall<br>
With dinner over the group had moved into the small lounge adjacent
to the Dining Hall to continue their conversations in a more relaxed
setting. Facing directly aft, it was one of the more serene areas of
the ship. One wall was composed of transparent steel and allowed
magnificent view of the retreating star field. A second, similar, wall
provided a view of the arboretum as well as a small iron gateway through
which guests could enter for an after-dinner stroll. The two remaining
walls were composed of a darkly stained oak joined by a large fireplace.
It was easy to allow one's self to feel they had left their technological
world and stepped into the past.
Zane stood staring out the window watching the stars race away,
his mind cluttered with thoughts and half-thoughts. The dinner had been
a great success, everyone had enjoyed themselves immensely. All of the
guests had been most interesting and he had even 'allowed' Kavan's father
into manouvering him into a tour of the ship. So why did he feel
so....depressed?
He turned slowly to look over the room and sipped his ice wine.
Noticing someone approaching to his left he turned to face them.
"Just thought I'd let you thank me for the best dinner you've
ever had."
"The Baked Alaskan was too frozen."
"Heathen. You wouldn't no good food if it jumped on your plate
and did a little dance. I noticed you ate enough of the satays."
Zane smiled and returned his gaze to the room. "You know my
metabolism."
"Kavan seems like a good kid."
Zane simply shrugged. "Where did you learn to cook like that anyway?"
"Well CSO on a deep-explorer can be very exciting and very, very
boring. When all the science types were drooling over themselves because
we found a star that was the 'wrong' colour or some temporal anomoly I
kept myself busy by learning the fine art of being a chef. I baked your
first birthday cake."
"Thanks. Did I enjoy it?"
"I'll say ya did. Within two seconds of putting it in front of
you you had sunk both hands into it and threw a glob of icing at the MCO!
For your second birthday we took the picture first."
Both men turned silent as their thoughts drifted to old memories
and lost friends.
"Excuse me sir?" Ensign Serra extended a hand.
Zane grasped it. "Welcome to the FEYNMAN Mr. Serra, I apologize
for not being able to officially meet you until now." Both had been busy
before the dinner had begun and had not been able to meet. During the
dinner they had sat at opposite ends of the table and had to be content
with a smile and a nod.
"Thank-you sir. I'm glad to finally be here."
"Yes, Commander Maril told me of your run-around to get here.
Not to ironic we're now heading to Earth."
"No sir." Serra grinned. "Of course I can't complain, being
granted shore-leave a week after taking my first post. Seems a little
unfair."
"I'm sure you'll manage."
"I'll try my best!" With a nod to both he turned and headed to
the dessert buffet."
"Any plans for when we dock, Bat?"
"A few old friends to visit, a little relaxation. Nothing to
spectacular. You?"
"To be honest I haven't spent all that much time thinking about
it. Perhaps stopping by the Academy to see some old instructors." He
unconsciously frowned at the thought. "I don't know, maybe a ride on the
Orient Express. I always wanted to do that but missed out after I almost
failed second year exo-biology. Who knows maybe I'll just stay aboard
and catch up on some reading."
Bat considered the blank look on his friends face. *Now what's
eating you?*
<<<NRPG>>>
Hi all, just placing myself at the reception. Wasn't too sure as to what
was happening re: the Maril's and the birth so I didn't touch on it.
regards,<br>
Andy<br>
-CMDR Zane, Commanding, USS FEYNMAN<br>
-LT.CMDR Nigel Brock, Instructor, Holodeck 18<br>
-LT.CMDR Tarsa Rogers, Executive Officer, USS GAUSS<br>
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Reception</h3>
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by
Charles Jencks 4-23-1996</h4>
SD 80423.1830<br>
Officer's Dining Hall, 7.1930<br>
Krazny, after all, had '''known''' what was going to be said, so he glanced
around the room when the other officers were told there was going to be a
Betazoid joining ceremony...
... and saw exactly what he'd felt was going to happen. Some of the
officers, like himself, didn't mind at all, and some were already thinking
up excuses not to go before it was said that "Clothed guests are not seen
as an offense... any longer."
To that he felt two reactions. Among the minority (albeit a large one),
including himself, was a great deal of amusement, and the others seemed to
let out a simultaneous subconscious sigh of relief.
But when they hauled out a '''cake''', of all things, he was puzzled...
Betazoid joining announcements weren't exactly a cake kind of occasion.
Then, after listening to the ambassador, he understood. The cake had
nothing - or not much - to do with the announcement. Krysa hadn't told
him... and he hadn't read - from ANYBODY... that it was her '''birthday'''!
Arrrggghhhhhhh..... Krazny never did like birthdays.... especially those
of people who were much older than his paltry eighteen. Even when he'd
gone into the Academy - just after turning fourteen - he'd hated
birthdays... perhaps because his father's birthday had been the day he got
killed.
After the meal, Krazny got up and headed for the window where Krysa was
standing. "You didn't tell me it was your birthday, too."
"Thought you wouldn't understand the mood I was in if you knew." Krysa
whispered.
"No, I hate 'em." He lowered his voice. "Always have... though maybe my
nineteenth could change that... because, and I don't usually talk about
before I was in the Academy, but... my father died on his birthday, when I
was seven."
NRPG: Well, here's Krazny's take on things. Oh, and I realize he's been
drinking under age, but then, he's a Starfleet Officer, who's gonna check
his ID? That is, if there still IS a drinking age...
Charles Jencks<br>
Ensign Krazny Oktyabr<br>
CNS, USS FEYNMAN<br>
BTW My machine had a fit every time I tried to read the last note...
seems it didn't want me to read past the second page. I ended up printing
it out just to get to read the end! Servers....
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Maril's Thoughts... :)</h3>
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Max Felsher 4-24-1996</h4>
SD 80424.0130 (GMT)<br>
MD 7.1845<br>
Sickbay<br>
Maril was watching the proceedings with some interest when Nurse Tamy
suggested, "Sir, I think it would be better if you and the father would sit in
the Doctor's office until the delivery is over."
"Very well," Maril replied. Turning to Asfero Cupel, the soon-to-be father,
said, "Servants of Cabeli must do their work. There is the shelter of
Simbago." As he said the last sentence, Maril pointed at Dr. Tok's office.
Both Tamarians walked over to the office and sat down.
Maril sighed. He was fatigued. First the Furjen mission, then the BrOT,
then the unauthorized beamdown...the list of stressful situations went on.
Finally, he had been terribly worried about his family, and when they were
found, Mikel had had a baby.
Maril sighed again. Cupel hadn't spoken much. Even at his wedding to
Maril's sister(back when Maril was the Ensign CSciO of the Feynman), he had
been rather quiet.
"The impari has picked away at you?" Cupel finally spoke.
"Yes, the impari of Diabot Cave," Maril replied. Cupel grimaced, as the
impari is a Tamarian bird, almost like a cross between a vulture and an eagle,
and the impari of Diabot Cave was a particularly large, ruthless one.
Suddenly, Maril remembered something about a reception having to do with Lt.
Jenn. When he had heard about it, he had still been seriously worrying about
his family. Very well, he would check anyway.
"Computer, give ship's time," Maril said.
<nowiki><USS Feynman time is 1856 hours.></nowiki>
"Is there going to be a reception soon?"
<nowiki><Define 'soon'.></nowiki>
"Within the next four hours."
<nowiki><Affirmative. Reception for Ambassador Jenn, family, and friends, as well as
senior officers will be held at 1900 hours.></nowiki>
Maril jumped up. "The fastest horses!" he cried. Turning to Cupel, he said,
"If the source is found, call the eagle." Remembering that his family would
not know the correct terminology to contact anyone. Quickly, he said,
"Computer, allow for phrase: 'The Eagle, Person X; The Owl, Person Y.' to
substitute for the phrase: 'Person X to Person Y.' during intraship
communication."
<nowiki><Command carried out.></nowiki>
With that, Maril hurried out the door....
The sun has met the sea,<br>
Lt. Commander Onta Maril,<br>
First Officer, USS Feynman,<br>
aka Max Felsher<br>
NRPG:
Just putting Maril at the reception. If anyone wants to have Maril arrive,
it's okay. If not, well, I'll have to think of something else. ;))
Lysle: You're the medical expert(right?), so you handle the medical details. I
personally have no idea what to write....;)
All:Any thoughts on the new baby's name? :)
Lt. Cmdr. Onta Maril FO USS Feynman<br>
Ens. Siqor CEO USS Tesla<br>
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Reception Continues</h3>
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by
Andrew Catterick 4-24-1996</h4>
SD: 80424.1600<br>
MD: 7.2130<br>
Scene: Lounge adjacent to Officer's Dining Room<br>
"Onta, you look like your going to be sick!" Zane observed as he
handed his friend a drink.
The first officer accepted it gratefully and drank it down before
accepting another. This one he was content to just hold.
"She'll be fine, don't worry."
"I know its just...Gomel in the bureacracy!" he exclaimned in
frustration. Zane nodded sympathetically wondering what Onta would be
like if the labour extended long into the morning. He needed something
to keep his mind busy. As if on queue Kavan's father joined the two
officers.
"I hear congratulations are in order." he said as he grabbed
Maril's hand and began pumping his arm vigourously.
"Well almost. I'm afraid the baby has yet to make an appearance."
"A good omen captain, having a birth on your ship." he announced
happily. "A good omen. I understand that you were born on a starship
yourself...."
"Well grown is closer to the truth." Zane grinned. "But yes, I
was born on the USS REPULSE."
"The REPULSE, the REPULSE....hmmm" Devon seemed lost in
thought. "Why does that name seem familiar....I've got it!" He snapped
his fingers triumphantly. "I was attending to some business on Starbase
GAMMA a few months back and I remember seeing the REPULSE exiting as our
ship approached. She was quite a ship but certainly not that old."
"No, the ship you saw was the new version, an ENDEAVOUR class if
I'm not mistaken. My REPULSE was one of the old AMBASSADOR class ships."
"Ahhh...I see. But Captain as fascinating as this is I think we
are neglecting our patient here." He nodded towards Maril "Commander,
believe me there is no need to worry. Why don't you enjoy yourself a
little." Seeing his wife close by he waved her over to join them.
"Commander Maril has just asked my permission to ask you to dance."
"Why Commander Maril I'd love to." Mrs. Grall replied happily
Zane grabbed the drink from Maril's hand as his first officer looked
at Devon in complete surprise. "Here let me hold that for you."
"But there is no music...." Maril stated hopefully, not knowing
how he'd been volunteered for this.
"Allow me. Computer, music appropriate to the occasion." He
grinned as Maril was led to the middle of the room. At least his first
officer would now have something else to keep his mind occupied. Zane
wondered just how Onta would get his revenge.
<<<NRPG>>>
Just a short one to pass the time...
Max: <BEG>!
regards,<br>
Andy<br>
-CMDR Zane, Commanding, USS FEYNMAN<br>
-LT.CMDR Nigel Brock, Instructor, Holodeck 18<br>
-LT.CMDR Tarsa Rogers, Executive Officer, USS GAUSS<br>
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Reception and Naming</h3>
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Max Felsher 4-26-1996</h4>
SD 80426.0230 (GMT)<br>
MD 7.2145<br>
Lounge adjacent to Officer's Dining Room<br>
Maril struggled to keep up with the pace of the fast dance. Although Maril
had danced before, Mrs. Grall was definitely a better dancer and was keeping
him moving. He certainly didn't have time to think about anything except
keeping up with Mrs. Grall.
Suddenly, the music changed and the tempo slowed. Although Mrs. Grall was
still dancing much better than Maril, he did get a chance to catch his breath.
"I didn't expect you to ask me to dance, Mr. Maril," the Betazoid woman
smiled.
"Well, I suppose it is sort of like Ciapo leading Fedri down the wrong
trail," Maril smiled back. Mrs. Grall seemed confused by the metaphor.
"Never mind. It is just a metaphor. You may be hearing many of them in the
near future, as almost my entire immediate family is aboard."
"Really? I'm sure I would like to meet them," Mrs. Grall replied.
"Perhaps you will," Maril sighed.
"Is anything wrong, Mr. Maril? You seem rather uptight."
"Well...my sister is in labor right now, and...."
"I understand, Mr. Maril. I know it can be terribly worrisome waiting...."
The music switched once again. This time, to a more medium tempo.
[Sickbay to Commander Maril. The baby has...arrived.]
"Understood. I will be there soon. Maril out." To his dance partner, he
said, "I am sorry, Mrs. Grall. I must leave. My sister just-"
"I heard. There is no need for an explanation."
"Good." Maril looked around. Finally, he smiled. He pointed to Commander
Zane. "I'm sure, however, that our Captain would like to continue in my place."
They had reached Zane. "Wouldn't you, sir?" Maril grinned.
"Well...I'm...not sure. I never really learned how to dance," Maril could
tell Zane would say anything to get out.
As Maril walked out of the room, he could hear Mrs. Grall say, "Nonsense.
Anyone can dance. Commander Maril just...."
MD 7.2215<br>
Sickbay<br>
Lt. Commander Maril entered the room to see his sister cradling the newborn
baby. She looked rather cute.
"Congratulations, sir! You're an uncle!" Dr. Tok noticed Maril.
"So, Doctor, did everything go smoothly?"
"Well, we had to use the fetal transporter, sir, and at first the baby wasn't
breathing, but we were able to revive her."
"Good job, Doctor," Maril smiled. Walking over to his sister, he said, "May
I watch the new river flow?"
"Ambado to Iperi," Mikel said as she handed the new baby girl over to Onta.
He smiled. It had been a long time since he had seen a newborn baby.
"Iperi back," he said as he handed her back. "What should the new river bee
called?"
"Hmmm...I am Digabo. Asfero, can you guide us?" Mikel said. Asfero just
shrugged, a gesture common to all species.
Maril smiled. "I am not Digabo. If Sibak allows it, we call this river the
same as another whose river started this day, though many sun-circles ago."
"Who?"
"Krysa...no, must meet the sea with an inflexible letter...."
"Krysel!" Mikel called out.
"Name rivaling Dorai," Maril smiled.
This baby, the baby that all this fuss was made over, just lay in her
mother's arms and smiled....
The sun has met the sea,<br>
Lt. Commander Onta Maril,<br>
First Officer, USS Feynman,<br>
aka Max Felsher<br>
NRPG:
And so, Krysel Tuelchi is born (Maril's sister is named Mikel Tuelchi). The
little bit about the "inflexible letter" was just because, for some reason (I
forget why), all the males' names in Maril's family end in vowels, while all
the females' names end in consonants. Just FYI. :)
Andy: Now your character has to dance with Mrs. Grall! <evil laugh> :)
Kristen: Glad that I named the baby after Jenn? :) It actually made sense,
though. ;)
Lysle: I moved the time of the delivery up, so that everything worked out OK. :)
All: Where is everybody? If you're not going to be at the reception, you could
at least be somewhere. ;)
Lt. Cmdr. Onta Maril FO USS Feynman<br>
Ens. Siqor CEO USS Tesla<br>
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Welcoming Dr. Tok</h3>
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Kristen Gant 4-26-1996</h4>
Stardate: 80426.1231<br>
Scene: Reception<br>
MD: 7. 2300<br>
Krysa saw Dr. Tok walk in. She headed over to the Bolian. “Dr. Tok,
you’ve missed most of the reception.”
“I had to deliver a baby,” he told her grinning.
“Yes, I heard. How is Commander Maril’s sister?” asked Krysa. She hadn’t
had a chance to talk to the Commander, but Mrs. Grall was making sure
everyone was aware of his good fortune.
“Mother and child are doing well. You’ll be interested to know that she
had a girl. They named her name is Krysel Tuelchi, in honor of your
birthday.” Tok told her with a smile.
Krysa’s eyes sparkled, “Really. That is exciting. I am really honored.”
Just then Krysa’s father walked up behind her. “Honored for what, my
dear?”
Dr. Tok, smiled at the Ambassador, “Krysa just had a baby named after
her. Only born a little over an hour ago.”
“A baby! See Krysa, I knew there were good things in store for you and
Kavan. This is certainly a sign,” said the Ambassador with a hint of a
gloat.
Tok looked confused, “Who’s Kavan?”
“Dr. Tok has only just arrived, father.” Krysa said, quickly, still
uncomfortable with her newfound role, “He missed your reception because
he was delivering the baby,” she turned to introduce the doctor to her
father, “Doctor, this is my father, Ambassador Quarn Jenn.” Krysa said
quickly. “Dr. Tok is our CMO on the FEYNMAN.”
Her father shook the Bolian’s hand. “Pleased to meet you, Dr. Tok. I’m
sorry you missed Dinner. It was splendid! But Krysa I’m surprised you
haven’t introduced your fiancé to all your friends,” he scanned the room
quickly for the young man. Spotting Kavan, the Ambassador was able to
catch his eye, and motion him over.
Tok looked at Krysa in surprise. She shrugged slightly, as Kavan joined
their group. “Kavan,” said Ambassador Jenn, “ I’d like you to meet the
CMO here on the FEYNMAN, Dr. Tok. Doctor, this is my future son-in-law,
Kavan. He has some very interesting news for you. Excuse me please,
won’t you, I see someone else I must speak to.” With that the Ambassador
turned and left.
Kavan smiled at the doctor, “News? What news, doctor?”
Tok looked a bit confused, “Well, I suppose he was referring to the fact
that I just delivered a baby tonight, and it was named after Krysa
because they will share a birthday.”
Kavan laughed and turned to Krysa, “Let me guess, he thinks it’s a good
omen.”
Krysa nodded, and began to laugh as well, “Yes.”
The both turned back to the doctor and Kavan held out his hand. “I am
pleased to meet you, doctor. I’m Kavan Grall.”
The Bolian shook the man’s hand, “Well, you are a surprise, Kavan. I
didn’t even know Krysa was engaged.”
Throwing a teasing glance at Krysa, he said, “No, I imagine she didn’t
tell anyone.”
“Congratulations to the both of you.” He looked at Krysa with a frown,
“Krysa, you aren’t leaving us are you?” Tok asked.
Krysa looked at Kavan, “Well, no, I guess not.”
Kavan smiled, “There’s no reason for her to. As long as I’m allowed to
‘tag-a-long’. You see Dr. Tok, I would follow her anywhere.” Krysa
blushed. “I’ve already been dragged from Betazed to Starbase Epsilon,
and now I understand we are on our way to Earth.”
“Yes, we have been granted shore leave for a week. Just perfect for a
honeymoon, wouldn’t you say,” said Dr. Tok smiling.
Regards,<br>
Lt. Krysa Jenn<br>
****<br>
NRPG: Lsyle, well, you made it :)<br>
Kristen
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: What's Wrong, You Can Tell Me</h3>
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Kristen Gant 4-26-1996</h4>
Stardate: 80426.1504<br>
Scene: Reception<br>
MD: 7.2330<br>
Krysa allowed Tarrent his excuse. She motioned to the handsome man
standing just off to the side of her. Tarrent hadn’t noticed him before,
“Kavan, I’d like you to meet our Chief Engineer, Lt. Koreth. Tarrent,
this is Kavan Grall, my ... well, we’re...”
Kavan chuckled at her and turned to the Lt., “Don’t mind Krysa. I’m not
sure she’s gotten used to me yet. I’m her fiancé.”
Tarrent’s eyes widened slightly as he looked from Krysa to Kavan. “I’m
pleased to meet you. Though a bit surprised.”
Kavan laughed. He was incredibly good natured about the whole thing.
Krysa had yet to figure him out completely. So far all of her fellow
officers seemed to like him. She was finding it hard to understand why
she still had her own doubts.
****<br>
As the evening wore on, officers began to trickle out, calling it a
night. Ens. Krazny had asked to meet with the two before the reached
Earth. Kavan readily agreed, and Krysa simply nodded, going along with
it.
“I’d like to turn in as well, Krysa. Do you want me to walk you to your
quarters?” asked Kavan.
“No, thank you. I want to help Bat clean up a bit. You go on. I’ll see
you in the morning for breakfast with my parents.” Kavan nodded and
headed out. Krysa looked and noticed Commander Zane sitting by one of
the windows. She walked over and sat down next to him.
“Thank you for the reception, sir,” she said.
“You are welcome, Krysa, we were glad to do it.” The Commander told
her.
“You know if you don’t mind me asking, you seem ... distracted tonight.
Is there a problem you’d like to talk about?” she asked concerned.
“You sound like a Counselor...”
Krysa laughed, “I suppose, it’s a habit I guess. Something a Counselor
never loses. But really, I would like to know what you’re thinking.”
Regards,<br>
Lt. Krysa Jenn<br>
****<br>
NRPG: Yeah, Tarrent made it!! :)<br>
Charles... I will write a post with Krysa and Kavan coming to see you
probably tomorrow (that would be around 9am EST :) If you would like to
start it before then feel free.
Andy, just thought I’d follow up on the depressed commander :) Yes,
Krysa still has the heart of a counselor <EG> And no she’s not trying to
take Krazny’s job, she happy with the one she’s got, thank you:)
Kristen
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: What's Wrong, You Can Tell Me (Cont.)</h3>
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by
Andrew Catterick 4-26-1996</h4>
SD: 80426.2230<br>
> Scene: Reception<br>
> MD: 7.2330<br>
> Thank you for the reception, sir, she said.<br>
><br>
> You are welcome, Krysa, we were glad to do it. The Commander told her.<br>
><br>
> You know if you dont mind me asking, you seem ... distracted tonight. <br>
> Is there a problem youd like to talk about? she asked concerned.<br>
><br>
"You sound like a counselor.." Zanecursed himself silently. It was
Krysa's evening and he had not meant to put a damper on it in any way.
Yes, he was depressed but he shouldn't be showing it.
> Krysa laughed, I suppose, its a habit I guess. Something a counselor never<br>
> loses. But really, I would like to know what youre thinking.<br>
He looked up at her and smiled. He couldn't say anything so
instead lied. "I appreciate the concern but really I'm fine."
Krysa wasn't convinced, and said so.
He shrugged in mock surrender. "Well maybe I might be a little
weary lately. Can we just leave it there?"
Krysa thought better of it but decided she'd let it go....for now.
"I'm glad your both here I've got a great idea!" Bat exclaimed
as he approached.
Zane put his head in his hands. "Bat with another idea, now I
am depressed.
Krysa laughed. "What's your idea Bat?"
"We..." He pointed at Zane and then himself. "...throw a
bachelor party for Kavan! What d'ya think?"
"Well I don't know, I'd have to ask Kavan."
"Well what are you doing standing here? Go and ask him! There's
plans to be made!"
"I think it will hold til morning Bat. Earth is still 5 days away."
Bat ignored him. "Yes sir it'll be great. First we'll have to
come up with a really good holoprogram....he's not allergic to anything
is he?"
"I don't think I want to hear any of this so I'm heading off to
bed to leave you two to your planning. Good night and thanks again."
They both watched her go in silence and once the doors closed Bat
turned to Zane. "Now what's your problem?"
_______________<br>
Scene: Sickbay<br>
MD:8.0015<br>
Zane looked down at the FEYNMAN's newest arrival, Krysal who was
sleeping contently in sickbay's makeshift nursery. One of the nurses
came over and stood beside Zane. "Cute little guy isn't he?"
"Very."
"Your about the 20th person to come in here in the last 90
minutes. It seems he's quite a celebrity."
Zane nodded not surprised. A new birth was definitly not an
everyday occurrence on the FEYNMAN. A birth, a wedding and now maybe a
bachelor party. It was certainly turning out to be quite a week.
<<<NRPG>>>
Just a short one...
Kristin: What do you think, would Kavan be interested in a Bachelor
Party or should we put a leash on Bat before he gets rolling. <G>
respectfully,<br>
Andy<br>
-CMDR Zane, Commanding, USS FEYNMAN<br>
-LT.CMDR Nigel Brock, Instructor, Holodeck 18<br>
-LT.CMDR Tarsa Rogers, Executive Officer, USS GAUSS<br>
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: A Party??</h3>
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Kristen Gant 4-27-1996</h4>
Stardate: 80427.1312<br>
Scene: Kavan’s quarters<br>
MD: 8. 0800<br>
Krysa rang the chime on Kavan’s door. She heard him call ‘come in’ as
the door slid open. She entered, but didn’t see him right away.
“Kavan?”
“Just a minute, I’ll be right out came his call from the bedroom.”
Krysa took a seat on the couch to wait for him. She didn’t have to wait
long, as he came out almost as soon as she had sat down. His short, wavy
hair was wet and freshly combed. “I apologize, Krysa. I got a late start
this morning.”
“That’s alright, I don’t think my father will mind if we’re late. I
think as far as he’s concerned you can do no wrong.” she said chuckling.
“Well, your dad’s not such a bad guy. A little stuffy perhaps,” Kavan
sat down next to her and took her hand. “Besides it’s thanks to him, I
have you.”
Krysa blushed. She found that she rather liked Kavan’s sweet remarks.
She was beginning to warm up to this marriage idea after all. At least
Kavan was a good man, and he seemed to genuinely care for her. She
smiled, “I do have a request for you.”
“Anything, you have only to ask.”
“Well, it’s not my request exactly... it’s Bat’s. You met Bat last
night, didn’t you?”
“Oh yes, the bartender,” laughed Kavan, “Quite a character.”
Krysa laughed, “Yes, he is. He would like to throw you a bachelor
party.”
“A what?”
“A bachelor party. It’s an Earth tradition to hold a party for the groom
just prior to the wedding. ‘One last chance to party with the guys
before you get tied down’.”
“And Bat would be throwing this party?” Krysa nodded and Kavan smiled,
“I think it sounds like an excellent idea. So you wouldn’t be there?”
“I think that’s the general idea.” said Krysa raising an eyebrow at him.
“You needn’t look so happy about that.”
Kavan stood and pulled her up. Grinning, he said, “You can tell Bat that
I would be honored to have a ‘Bachelor Party’.”
“I’m sure he’ll be glad to here that,” together they headed out to meet
the Ambassador for breakfast.
Scene: CNS Office<br>
MD: 8.1000<br>
Krysa and Kavan entered Ens. Krazny’s office. Krazny motioned them over
to the couch, “Come in, have a seat.”
“Thank you, Ens. Krazny,” said Krysa. She and Kavan sat down and looked
at the counselor.
Regards,<br>
Lt. Krysa Jenn<br>
****<br>
NRPG: Sorry, I can’t write more Charles... My DH (dear husband) is up
early an wants to get out of the house on this beautiful Saturday. Go
ahead and start the session though :)


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