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-LT.CMDR Tarsa Rogers, Executive Officer, USS GAUSS<br> | -LT.CMDR Tarsa Rogers, Executive Officer, USS GAUSS<br> | ||
-CMDR Horatio Sinclair, Fleet Intelligence Officer, BLUE FLEET<br> | -CMDR Horatio Sinclair, Fleet Intelligence Officer, BLUE FLEET<br> | ||
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: 40-New Problem</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Max Felsher 6-21-1996</h4> | |||
SD 80621.1200(GMT)<br> | |||
MD 4.2100<br> | |||
EI Ring: Perimeter Camp: Command Tent<br> | |||
Maril sat in the tent, very much in thought. Although the holo-conference was | |||
over, he was still thinking some things over. They had a good lead, but now they would | |||
have to follow up on it. The battle wasn't over yet, as they still had to adapt the | |||
compounds so that they would form a symbiotic relationship with the viruses of the | |||
Tarellian plague. However, now there was a path to follow. There was a light at the | |||
end of the tunnel, so to speak. | |||
"Commander?" a voice called from behind, outside the tent. Turning his head, | |||
Maril saw the speaker--Lt. Jenn. | |||
"Yes, Krysa?" | |||
"Well, Commander-" | |||
"Please, Krysa, you can call me Onta. Although we are technically on-duty at | |||
all times down here, practically, this is off-duty time." | |||
"Thank you,...Onta. Well, first, I wanted to report that Ensign Serra has died. It | |||
was about ten minutes ago." | |||
"Well, I believe that loss affects us all. But you didn't just come here to report | |||
Ensign Serra' death." | |||
Jenn smiled. "Please, Onta, I'm the one who used to be Counselor." Then she | |||
sighed. "But, you're right. I was just tired and needed someone to talk to. Now that | |||
Kavan's dead,...I don't know, it's all so lonely." | |||
"I understand, Krysa. You have been to the peaks of the Ijer Mountains, and | |||
now you are at the depths of the Modab Ocean. You have been very resilient in | |||
handling the sudden changes, but the pain will not go away in one day, or one week, or | |||
even two weeks. Surely, you know that yourself, having once been a Counselor." | |||
"Yes," Jenn answered quietly. "Still...I don't know what I'm going to do." | |||
"Krysa," Maril said softly, "I suggest you get some sleep." | |||
"I suppose. Thank you, Onta." With that, Jenn walked out of the tent. | |||
Maril was about to do the same when there was a beep from the | |||
communications equipment. He turned towards it and turned on the screen. | |||
A sweating, pale Jabin Stor/Stio Abigacho appeared, breathing hard. | |||
"Stor? Is that you?" | |||
[Yes, Onta, it's me. I don't have much time. I found the operative who was | |||
spreading the Plague. Unfortunately, he was dead of it, and now I'm dying too.] Stor | |||
tried to take a deep breath, but started wheezing instead. [Everybody else in the | |||
settlement is dying too. Pretty soon, this will become a ghost town.] | |||
"Is there anything we can do?" | |||
[No. Just keep out. There is one thing, though.] | |||
"What?" | |||
[I just got word of this from the few people alive. Another settlement on the | |||
Ring--they're sending a team over here to investigate the lack of contact.] Stor wheezed | |||
again. [You've got to stop them. The Plague can not spread!] | |||
"Understood, Stor. We'll do everything in our power to stop that team. Just so | |||
you know, we think we've found a way to defeat the Plague." | |||
[Really? I hope it works. 'Cause if it doesn't, this Ring--and this whole | |||
quadrant--is doomed.] | |||
"I know. That's why we have to act fast. I will tell you one thing, Stor, before | |||
you die. We will defeat this Plague, if we have to destroy the whole Ring to do it!" | |||
[Good. I think I'll rest now. It'll probably be my last night in this universe. It | |||
was nice knowing you, Onta. Stor out.] | |||
The image of Stor faded into black. However, Maril's work wasn't done. He | |||
contacted the Captain, relayed the new information, and, after hearing that it would | |||
take at least twelve hours for the team to get to the settlement, went to sleep. | |||
The sun has met the sea,<br> | |||
Lt. Commander Onta Maril,<br> | |||
First Officer, USS Feynman,<br> | |||
aka Max Felsher<br> | |||
NRPG: | |||
Ian: Welcome! I hope you know there's a curse on the CSciO position on the Feynman, | |||
ever since Maril left the position. I won't get into details, but you better watch out. :) | |||
I wonder who put the curse. That would be an interesting mission. ;) | |||
Jason: Welcome back! | |||