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<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Zane Arrives</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by | |||
Andrew Catterick 5-16-1996</h4> | |||
SD: 80516.0900<br> | |||
MD: 1.1250<br> | |||
Scene: Holodeck 2<br> | |||
As Zane entered the holodeck he was immediately assaulted by a | |||
wave of heat which became much worse after he realized the stairs in front | |||
of him weren't there merely for show. Looking up and cursing the idea of | |||
a long climb he noticed a small speck waving frantically. It had to be | |||
Jerran. At least the climb would give him time to reconsider his policy of | |||
holodeck briefings. They were supposed to breed a relaxed environment. | |||
Relaxed wasn't the word to describe what Zane would be when he got to the | |||
top of this big rock. Rock! That was the key! | |||
"Computer, access Earth's mythological database and create a Roc | |||
complete with saddle and harness." | |||
Instantly the huge bird appeared. Pausing only to grab the hypo | |||
and push the triox into his neck he jumped aboard and the two were away. | |||
Mount Selya really was beautiful from the air and it seemed the | |||
computer generated bird was enjoying the flight even more than he was. | |||
Content to let the Roc fly its own course he settled back to enjoy the | |||
view. Spying the battlefield he steered the great bird towards it, | |||
intent on buzzing the participants. A few near misses by some powerfully | |||
thrown spears from both sides quickly changed his mind. | |||
Landing on a small dais away from the meeting site. He hopped | |||
down and with a meaning full stare into his steed's eyes, and a pointed | |||
finger to the ground he told it to "Stay." | |||
After some brief mingling and a trip to the buffet table to | |||
retrieve some Vulcan fruit salad and a glass of their strong tea he | |||
seated himself at the briefing table. In short order the other officers | |||
joined him. | |||
"I trust you have all met Lt. Glin'kharr?" | |||
Several nods. | |||
"For those of you who were not on the bridge....we are at CP-1. | |||
I realize this is a drastic measure but by the end of the briefing the | |||
need for it will be apparent." He touched a button on the arm of his | |||
chair and small sections of the stone table face in front of each officer | |||
'dissolved' away to reveal a computer terminal. | |||
"This is the star Epsilon Indi, located on the southwest frontier | |||
of SILVER's border." A small ball of yellow light appeared in the center | |||
of each screen and began to grow in size as the view began to zoom in on | |||
the system. The object that is circling this star is a Dyson's Ring, | |||
similar to a Dyson's Sphere with the exception of course of its physical | |||
structure. | |||
The ring is home to 327 races comprising a total population of just | |||
over 70 billion. The ring was discover 10 years ago and has been | |||
studied ever since. Each community remains removed from the others but a | |||
dozen or so have discovered each other and have developed inter-ring trade. | |||
"This section," A small portion of the ring stated 'blinking' | |||
red, "is home to the neo-Luddites a human colony. Like most of the rest, | |||
we know they arrived well before the Federation moved into this region | |||
but we don't know how. | |||
As you can imagine, this is an excellent opportunity to study the | |||
evolution and interaction of a multitude of societies and Starfleet has | |||
been doing so since the ring was discovered. | |||
Three days ago USS BENTON returned to EPSILON after a 30 day | |||
deployment studying the Luddites. During the 2 day trip back to the | |||
starbase 3 crew members died, with little warning, of some mystery illness | |||
that they had picked-up in the Luddite community. Apparently the | |||
Luddites had developed some sort of sickness and the crew of the BENTON | |||
tried to assist. They weren't a medical intensive ship by any means and | |||
so were unable to even diaganose the sickness. Unfortunately the | |||
BENTON's medic was sure the transporter's bio filters would detect and | |||
kill any germ's on returning crewmen, who had at this point, he was sure, | |||
not contracted it. He was wrong on both counts and now the entire | |||
ship and crew is infected, quarantined and orbiting a moon on the | |||
outskirts of known space. A medical frigate is enroute but the crew will | |||
most likely be dead before it gets there. | |||
The medical staff on EPSILON have confirmed the sickness to be | |||
Tarellian Plague." | |||
There were a few gasps of disbelief from the assembled officers. | |||
"But that died out for..." | |||
Zane raised a hand. "If you'll look to your viewers you can scan | |||
the initial reports by EPSILON medical as well as our orders." | |||
_________________ | |||
Several minutes later<br> | |||
"We have quite a number of problems ahead of and I'm sure you all | |||
understand the consequences of failure." | |||
Zane began to tick off priorities. "We need to isolate the Luddite | |||
section of the Ring from the others. Once this begins to spread we've | |||
lost. We have to stop the spread of the disease amongst the Luddites | |||
themselves. We have to aid the dying and dispose of the dead. We have | |||
to keep this quiet. Everytime this thing has reared its head chaos has | |||
followed. Planets have died, empires have fallen, civilizations have | |||
been wiped out. If word gets out you can expect warships from all over | |||
the quadrant arriving to vapourize the Ring and anyone who have had | |||
contact with it." | |||
"Fortunately this is not a well travelled sector but obviously any | |||
ships that enter the system can not be allowed to dock at or near the | |||
Luddite Community." | |||
"Aren't the away teams facing the same dangers as the crew of the | |||
BENSON?" | |||
Zane gestured towards Dr. Glin'kharr. | |||
"Yes and no. I have hypos that I can give each member that will | |||
give you about a 90% immunity from the virus but they must be injected | |||
every six hours starting 24 hours before contact or they are useless." | |||
Each officer digested the 90% protection figure. | |||
"What happens if we can't stop the spread?" | |||
Zane looked grim. "This is an emergency situation with very | |||
conceivably the galaxy at stake, our orders are clear. Sterilization." | |||
"You mean we beam down and kill all those people?" Krazny asked aghast. | |||
"Actually that won't work. This is a very hardy virus that can | |||
live and spread for months without coming in contact with any | |||
lifeforms." Glin'kharr addedd. | |||
"I mean we use ships phasers to cut the entire colony out of the | |||
ring and let it drift into the sun." | |||
"We can't! The report was quite clear that any stress of that | |||
nature would doom the entire ring to destruction." | |||
"That won't happen because Lt. Koreth and Ensign Serra are going | |||
to come up with a way to keep the ring stable." Zane looked at the two | |||
officers who nodded, each of them thinking it was impossible. | |||
<<<NRPG>>> | |||
Well how's that for a start to an interesting meeting? | |||
I think Mike has given us the makings of an excellent meeting. We have | |||
medical dilemmas, strategic dilemmas, technical dilemmas and most | |||
importantly moral dilemmas. | |||
I look forward to your characters take on this as well as additional | |||
problems/solutions/outcomes that may concern us. | |||
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> | |||