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<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Let Me Help</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Kristen Gant 5-29-1996</h4> | |||
Stardate: 80529.1552<br> | |||
Scene: 10-Forward<br> | |||
MD: I haven’t a clue ??<br> | |||
Zane walked into 10-forward he saw Kavan standing by the window watching | |||
the ring. Bat was behind the bar in his usual position. | |||
“He hasn’t moved since you called earlier.” Bat said as Zane looked at | |||
him. | |||
Zane nodded and headed over to where Kavan stood. “Kavan, I have a | |||
question for you.” | |||
Startled out of his thoughts, he jumped slightly at the Captain’s voice. | |||
He turned and gave a drawn smile to the man. “Sure, what is it?” | |||
“Dr. Glinn’karr wants to try finding Krysa using telepathic projection. | |||
I thought maybe you’d be able to help him.” | |||
Kavan frowned, turning to look out at the ring again, “I’ve been trying | |||
here, but I’m not getting anything.” He looked at Zane again. “Do you | |||
really think she’s still on the ring?” | |||
Zane shrugged, “There’s no way to tell for sure. That’s just what they | |||
told us. It’s a logical place, though. There is no way our sensors could | |||
pick Krysa out of those billions of people down there without her | |||
commpin. And so far the teams on the OLYMPIA haven’t come across her.” | |||
“Maybe if I went down to the ring I might have a better chance of | |||
finding her.” | |||
Zane nodded, “That’s what Dr. Glinn’karr thought as well, But it’s up to | |||
you.” | |||
“I’ll go. It’s got to be better then sitting here worrying about her. At | |||
least there I can be doing something.” | |||
**** | |||
“No, I’m not going to tell you that yet. First, I want to know who you | |||
are?” | |||
“Lt. Krysa Jenn, Ops Officer, USS FEYNMAN. Kidnapping a Starfleet | |||
officer is a serious offense.” Krysa’s head pounded to the rhythm of her | |||
voice as she spoke. | |||
“Who said you were kidnapped?” asked the voice. Krysa looked around. It | |||
was still dark but her eyes were beginning to adjust to the dim light | |||
“What am I doing here?” she asked. | |||
“We are just keeping you here where it is safe.” Krysa could make out a | |||
man standing not to far away from her. “Now why don’t you lay down and | |||
rest. Perhaps it will take away the headache.” The man chuckled and | |||
walked out of the room. | |||
Regards,<br> | |||
Lt. Krysa Jenn<br> | |||
****<br> | |||
NRPG: It’s short cause I didn’t want to interfere with whatever Charles | |||
has in mind :) Ted, feel free to use Kavan on the ring is you really | |||
want him to go. | |||
Kristen | |||