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<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Past and Present</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by | |||
Andrew Catterick 5-26-1996</h4> | |||
SD: 80526.1800<br> | |||
MD: 3.1810<br> | |||
Scene: Bridge<br> | |||
"Mr. Jerran put us between the OLYMPIA and the Ring." Zane ordered | |||
"Aye sir." the FCO replied as his fingers danced across the helm. | |||
"Yellow alert and raise the shields." In instances such as this | |||
one could never be too prepared. | |||
As the ship manueuvered into position Zane turned to his armrest | |||
computer to access information on the Order cross-referenced with the | |||
Tarellian Plague. In a few seconds the information was on screen. | |||
The plague had started when one of the nation-states on Tarell IV | |||
had attacked its rival with a bio-chemical missile. Inevitably the virus | |||
it contained mutated and the Tarellian Plague was born. As the plague | |||
spread across the planet panic ensued and those who could afford to | |||
escaped on any ship that would take them. Of course with | |||
the refugees came the plague but by the time their neighbours had | |||
realized it was too late. Like wild-fire the plague began to spread. | |||
As with most viruses there were some who were immune and after | |||
the plague was halted through a horrible but necessary quarantine of | |||
the effected systems, the inhabitants left to suffer, there were still | |||
Tarellians scattered throughout the quadrant. Having survived the medical | |||
scourge they now faced an emotional one, the revenge of a hundred worlds. | |||
Over the following years Tarellians were hunted down and tortured by the | |||
survivors of those who had once gave them shelter and were rewarded with | |||
disease. In a relatively short time all but a handful of Tarellians had | |||
been found and destroyed. The lucky few to survive, insane after almost | |||
5 decades of suffering came together to form the Order. A fananatical | |||
group who sought out the plague and pledged to spread it throughout | |||
the galaxy. | |||
Zane looked up at the growing passenger liner on the viewscreen | |||
and cursed himself for having been sure things could not possibly be any | |||
worse after he had viewed Nicholas' orders 5 days ago. "Mr. Sr'qwon scan | |||
the ship, I want to know where every one is." | |||
"There are 6 humanoids identified as Tarellians on the bridge of that | |||
ship as well as three others in engineering. Everyone else, passengers and | |||
presumably officers and crew of the OLYMPIA are divided into three large | |||
compartments, probably the main dining areas." | |||
Zane nodded. It made a basic sense. It also made things easy. | |||
And that was a thought that Zane wasn't comfortable with. *They may be | |||
fanatics but their successes have shown they're not stupid.* | |||
"Are they changing course or slowing?" | |||
"No sir." | |||
"This is going to get very interesting." | |||
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> | |||