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want because you don't have to worry about going over the special effects
want because you don't have to worry about going over the special effects
budget on this episode ;)
budget on this episode ;)
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* Raneov Stefanh e-Annhwi tr'Khnialmnae, CO, HgR Ja'telaih, TOS TREKMUSE  *<br>
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* LTJG Jerran Terel, FCO, USS FEYNMAN, alt.starfleet.rpg                  *<br>
* LTJG Jerran Terel, FCO, USS FEYNMAN, alt.starfleet.rpg                  *
* ENS Logan Knight, CEO, USS TSUNAMI, alt.starfleet.rpg                    *<br>
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<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: 25-Escape</h3>
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Max Felsher 6-13-1996</h4>
SD 80613.1200(GMT)<br>
MD 4.1555<br>
EI Ring: N-L Settlement: Fringe: Stio Abigacho's house<br>
 
Maril waited for a reply from the Feynman on the matter of getting out of the
settlement. It hadn't been too long, but in the position of Chirano locked in, the wait
was driving him insane.
 
He had the plan all ready in his mind. The equipment and records would have
to go first. Although some might have thought that cruel, Maril explained to himself
that people could move--objects could not. It would only take a few trips if the
Feynman could be used. Of course, it would take longer if they had to use a portable
transporter, but it wouldn't take so long as to bore Shirad.
 
The riskiest, and the one with the highest probability of bloodeshed, was trying
to escape from the settlement by actually running. Maril hesitated to use this one, as it
would not only force them to destroy some of their equipment, it was alos quite
probable that a good number of the team would be injured or killed.
 
[Security to Maril,] the FO was interrupted from his thoughts.
 
"Maril here."
 
[Sir, it has been determined that the virus might spread even through a site-to-
site transport, so we can't use that.]
 
"Can we beam into the perimeter camp directly?"
 
[Yes, but the transporter has limited power and range. It can only beam up one
person at a time, or an equivalent mass of equipment. It also can only reach about to
the western edge of the settlement.]
 
"Hmmm...the range shouldn't be a problem, since I don't think anyone has left
the settlement. If anyone has, they're relatively safe from the Neo-Luddites, though I
don't know about anything else. The power is disturbing. What is the estimate on the
number of beam-ups?"
 
[Approximately eighteen, sir.]
 
"Eighteen!"
 
[Yes, sir, eighteen.]
 
"Well, get the medical and scientific records out first, then the medical
equipment,then the science officers, the medical officers after that, one of you security
officers next, myself, the other one of you two, and, lastly, the communications
equipment. Can you remember all that?" Maril smiled.
 
[Yes, sir, I'll remember. Security out.]
 
Maril returned to the room where Stor(Abigacho) was still working on his
computer, although Maril now knew that it was hardly a computer by Stor's standards
either.
 
"Well, Stor, I'm leaving soon."
 
The "Neo-Luddite" turned around. "You are?" He cleared his throat and stood
up. "Well, it was nice working with you, Onta."
 
Stor grasped Maril's hand with the tight grip of a Cardassian. They shook
hands, staying rather quiet. Maril still couldn't move his fingers after Stor let go, but he
said goodbye and waited for the Security Team to report back in.
 
A few minutes later, they did. [Security to Maril.]
 
"Maril here."
 
[The transporter is set up, and we're ready to proceed.]
 
"Do so."
 
[Aye, sir.]
 
"Keep me constantly updated."
 
[Aye, sir. Security out.]
 
Security did report in, several times, notifying Maril when the records, the
medical equipment, the medical and science officers, and one of the security
officershad successfully beamed over to the perimeter camp.
 
[Alright, sir, it's your turn.]
 
"I'm ready. Proceed."
 
For the seemingly millionth time in his life, Maril felt the transporter beam
shimmer around him, transporting him to the seemingly millionth place. For a second,
it almost looked as if he was beaming into a dark room with a male Tarellian bending
over him. However, that image was soon replaced by that of the perimeter camp.
Maril breathed a sigh of relief.
 
"What happened?" Maril asked.
 
"Another power source attempted to reroute the beam to another location," a
science officer (from the perimeter team) replied. "We were able to rematerialize you,
but it used so much power that the transporter, in a sense, 'burned out'."
 
"Hmmm. Well, we still have one officer and the communications equipment in
the settlement. Notify him that he may have to wait a while."
 
"Wait a second!" a medical officer(also from the perimeter team) cried out.
"Aren't they using a transporter in the attempt to beam Lieutenant Jenn out? We could
use that one as soon as they're done with it."
 
Maril thought for a second, then said, "Very well. Send someone down to get
that transporter. However, if they are still using it, let them. Retrieving Lieutenant
Jenn is a higher priority."
 
Not too much time later, everyone was probably relieved to see the last officer
and the communications equipment beamed into the camp.
 
The sun has met the sea,<br>
Lt. Commander Onta Maril,<br>
First Officer, USS Feynman,<br>
aka Max Felsher<br>
 
NRPG:
Well, now no one's in the settlement. We're all together. :)
 
Kristen: Why did you want Kavan dead? Perhaps there's a conspiracy involved, maybe
even the Betazoid Mafia! Or maybe it was convenient to stage an "accident". <VBG>
 
All: Hey, why are you guys slowing down? We've got a disease to cure, Tarellians to
capture. :)
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: "Iganth's River Goes on Without...</h3>
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Kristen Gant 6-14-1996</h4>
Stardate: 80614.1430<br>
Scene: Search team<br>
MD: 4.1600<br>
 
The security guards in the search team had gathered up the three
attackers. They were dismayed to find that the Krysa look-a-like had
disappeared. She must have come out of the stun while they were being
attacked by the other three. They also discovered that the third person
from the bunker was no longer there either.
 
“Just keep your eyes open just in case someone decides to ambush us
again,” Couprie told them. He moved over to where Krysa lay on a gurney
still unconscious. The medical member of the team said that she was
fine, just still under the influence of drugs.
 
They moved quickly back to the perimeter camp. Thankfully the rest of
the trip was uneventful and soon they had the three attackers in a make
shift prison tent penned in with a security field. Couprie went with the
gurney to make sure that Krysa was taken care of as he hadn’t yet
spotted the Doctor.
 
He was surprised to see Glin’karr on a makeshift biobed himself.
Commander Maril saw them bring Krysa in and headed over to Couprie.
“Report,” he ordered.
 
Couprie looked at the Lt. lying on the gurney and pulled Maril a short
distance away. “We were attacked just after we located Lt. Jenn. Kavan
and PO Grant were killed in the attack.” He motioned at Krysa, “She
doesn’t know yet.” Then he continued with his report, “We managed to
contain the three attackers, but there were two people in the
underground bunker with Lt. Jenn. One was a look-a-like. They both got
away.”
 
Maril nodded and moved over to stand by Krysa. Couprie sighed in relief
that he wasn’t going to have to be the one to break the news to her, and
hurried out of the medical tent. Maril was none to pleased to have the
responsibility fall on his shoulder either. T’Del had left the sleeping
Glin’karr to run her scans on the unconscious Ops Officer.
 
“When will she wake?” Maril asked.
 
“Not for a little bit. Not only is she drugged, she is totally
exhausted.” answered T’Del. “I think the telepathic contact that she was
put through was a little much for her. It’s strained her synapses.”
 
Maril nodded, “Call me when she wakes...” he paused, “I will tell her.”
 
T’Del nodded. Maril knew that T’Del probably wouldn’t have a difficult
time telling the woman, but he knew that T’Del being Vulcan was not the
best person to break the news.
 
He was about to leave when Ens. Jakko Serra stumbled into the tent.
“Doctor... Doctor...” he mumbled.
 
T’Del moved over and caught the man before he fell face first into a
examination table. Maril hurried to help her maneuver the delirious man
onto a bed. “What’s wrong with him?” asked Maril.
 
T’Del ignored the XO’s question until she had finished a few scans.
“It’s the plague.” she said simply.
 
“The Tarrellian plague,” asked Maril a bit stunned by the woman’s
unemotionally delivery of the news.
 
“Yes, Commander,” she said, “The Tarrellian plague.”
 
“Is he the first of our people to get it?”
 
“Yes.”
 
Just then he heard a quiet moan come from Krysa’s direction. He looked
at T’Del, “I thought you said it would be awhile.”
 
“I was wrong.” she said.
 
Maril almost growled at her, but instead moved quickly to stand by his
fellow officer.
 
****
<nowiki>*Kavan?*</nowiki> she thought. Why wasn’t he answering? She was rescued wasn’t
she? Perhaps it was all a hallucination from the drugs. She fought to
open her eyes. She had to see where she was.
 
She opened her eyes, blinking them rapidly. While the tent wasn’t
extremely bright, it was brighter then where she had been up until
recently. As her eyes became adjusted to the light she saw Onta standing
over her. Also the Vulcan doctor... T’Del. But where was Kavan?
 
“Kavan?” she asked trying to shake the fog from her head.
 
“Krysa? Can you hear me?” Maril asked, listening to her slurred call.
 
She nodded, “Where... Where...” she murmured trying to get her tongue to
work though if felt much to large for her mouth. She was trying to shake
the effects of the drug with limited success.
 
“Can you wake her a little more?” Maril asked T’Del.
 
The woman nodded and picked up her hypospray, “Though she really should
sleep rather then subjected to questioning.”
 
“Just do it,” order Maril. He wanted her to be lucid when he told her.
 
Krysa listened to the exchange going on over her. She watched as T’Del
came at her with a hypospray. Within a few seconds she felt her head
clear a bit. She didn’t feel normal, but she did feel better.
 
“Krysa?” Onta asked again.
 
“I’m ... alright. That... helped.” she said. “Where... Where is Kavan?”
 
Onta looked up at T’Del briefly before taking a deep breath and
answering her question. “Kavan...” He paused, and sadly said, “Touth dug
a stream off the river.”
 
Krysa looked at him confused. So he continued, “Iganth’s river flows
without Touth.”
 
Krysa’s face froze, as Maril’s metaphors began to sink in. She looked at
T’Del, who said nothing. So she looked back at the XO, “Onta?” she said,
wanting him to add a more positive Tamerian metaphor.
 
But Onta shook his head, “I’m sorry, Krysa.”
 
‘Without Touth’, ‘Without Touth’, his words echoed in her head, and she
felt her body go numb with a feeling much worse then the drug she had
been given. *Kavan?* she called out in her thoughts. ‘Without Touth’....
*Kavan?*.... ‘Without Touth’... ‘Without.... *Kavan!!*....
 
Her mind swirled and she couldn’t stop it. She was dizzy, as her head
filled with echoes and empty, unanswered calls. Eventually, it all when
black... a quiet comforting silence.
 
****
Maril watched as Krysa’s eyes closed. He looked frantically at T’Del.
But the woman answered calmly. “She’s passed out. She needs the sleep.
I’m going to sedate her now.”
 
Onta nodded quietly. He had things he needed to do as well. Taking one
last look at Krysa, he brushed back a loose strand of her tangled black
hair. “It’ll be alright, Krysa. You are not alone.”
 
Regards,<br>
Lt. Krysa Jenn<br>
****<br>
 
NRPG: Max, hope I didn’t go to out of character for Onta. I don’t think
I did, but you never know :)
 
Well, now she knows, <Sigh>
 
We also now have 3 prisoners in the perimeter camp and one very sick NPC
CSciO :) Have fun :):)
 
Kristen
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: 28-Figuring Things Out</h3>
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Max Felsher 6-15-1996</h4>
SD 80615.0215(GMT)<br>
MD 4.1630<br>
EI Ring: Perimeter Camp:Command Tent<br>
 
As Maril sat down in a chair, he touched the communications console on the
nearby table. "Maril to Commander Zane," he started.
 
Soon, the Captain's face appeared on the same console. [What's the matter,
Commander?] he asked.
 
"Just the spy returning to the headquarters."
 
[What do you have to report?]
 
"Lieutenant Jenn is still resting after I told her the news that Kavan has died,
although she would be the mountain in the storm if she is not affected by that."
 
[Or perhaps a Vulcan,] Zane smiled.
 
Maril laughed at the joke, then continued. "Lieutenant Glin'kharr is ill for
unknown reasons. He claimed, while he was in a fever state, that the Ring is trying to
change his species somehow. After that, he became more delirious, however. T'Del is
looking into it."
 
[Hmm.... Rather strange. Well, continue.]
 
"Ensign Serra has contracted the Plague, and-"
 
[Serra has gotten the Plague! Great! My 2O, my CMO, and CSciO, all sick or
injured. If you hadn't escaped from the settlement, there might not be a functioning
senior officer down there!] Zane took a deep breath. [Anything else, Commander?]
 
"Well, it doesn't look good for Serra. If we don't find a cure, he may die. Also,
now that the virus has found a way around the vaccine, it may start to spread more
quickly."
 
The Captain did not look happy.
 
"However, I do have some good news. All of the settlement team escaped, and
we were also able to bring all of our equipment and the records and information. So, all
of the information gathered in the settlement is now available."
 
[Well, we believe that operatives of the Order have escaped onto a convoy of
Panarik freighters. Accordingly, Lieutenant Jerran and a group of officers have set out
on a health and safety examination of the freighters. Hopefully, we will find the
fugitives.]
 
Maril looked thoughtful for a second, and then replied. "We should make sure
we are not fighting the river and the army at the same time. I think we should have a
conference of all available officers at...2000 hours?"
 
[Very well. Everyone up here except for Jerran can be in the conference. What
about down there?]
 
"I'm not sure. Possibly Jenn, but I don't think either Glin'kharr or Serra will be
able to attend."
 
[Well, we'll do what we can. Zane out.]
 
The screen on the console faded to black. Maril sighed. Was it possible to
defeat this virus which could mutate so quickly?
 
The sun has met the sea,<br>
Lt. Commander Onta Maril,<br>
First Officer, USS Feynman,<br>
aka Max Felsher<br>
 
NRPG:
Well, I'm just throwing these ideas around. We'll see who can get to the conference. :) I
guess it will be a holo-conference so that we don't risk spread of the virus. I've got a
few ideas on how to defeat this Plague. Hopefully, I'm not the only one. ;)
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Some Half-Truths</h3>
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by
Andrew Catterick 6-15-1996</h4>
SD: 80615.0930<br>
MD: 4.1600<br>
Scene: Bridge<br>
Post #30<br>
 
"I'm afraid we didn't learn anything we didn't already know
sir." The CSO looked completely haggard. It had been a long 24 hours
and Zane suspected she had had little sleep during that time with
everything that had happened. "It seems the leaders are the ones who
escaped the ship, all we have down there are the followers. Fanatics
mostly, they really don't know any more than what they have been told.
And they are all quite willing to die, I think they look forward to it."
 
"But why the Ring? And why the Luddites?"
 
"I've been thinking about that myself. The only reason seems to
be that they have relatively easy access to 70 billion people. Imagine
if the plague took hold how it spread. First within the Ring and
throughout the quadrant. Epsilon is fairly populated and the Kzin are
pretty much next door. As for praying on a bunch of farming Luddites I..."
 
Zane snapped his fingers. "That's it! The Luddites keep to
themselves but do trade with other communities around the Ring. They
give them food in return for finished good. By passing along the virus
to them you virtually guarantee the plague will take hold."
 
"Being a terrorist is bad enough but to do such a thing."
Sr'qwon said with disgust.
 
"And they all have the plague." It was a statement rather than a question.
 
"Yes sir. A few of them don't look like they have much longer.
The science and medical staff are examining them right now."
 
"It would be safe to assume that there are bugs floating all over
this ship." He smiled grimly. "It would be quite ironic if we managed
to discover a cure for this thing by examining those that would spread
it. Very well Lieutenant, thank you. We're having a holo-conference at
20:00. Why don't you get some rest until then."
 
"Yes sir." Sr'qwon turned to go but hesitated. "Captain I heard
a rumour floating around. Is it true that Kavan was killed. Is it true?"
 
"Yes."
 
The CSO just nodded sadly and left.
 
____________________________<br>
Timeframe: 30 minutes later<br>
 
"Are you sure there are no life signs anywhere on the lead ship?"
 
[Affirmative. We've sweeped it entirely.]
 
"Good. And the remaining cargo carriers?"
 
[Our sensors say they are just drones pulled along by the lead
ship. I don't think they were made to carry people.]
 
"Have you and your team cleared the area of the command ship?"
 
[Yes sir. We're already.]
 
"Lock torpedoes on the command ship."
 
"Torpedoes locked sir." The officer at tactical replied.
 
"Fire!"
 
"Torpedoes away!" The familiar twang of the torpedo launcher
reverberated through the ship as the five torpedoes leaped from the
ship. They continued in a straight line for several second before
sliding into a star formation and impacted the ship simultaneously. A
brief flash of light and the ship was gone along with the disease it
carried."
 
"Open a channel to the Panarik community." Being isolationist it
took several minutes for the Panarik to respond to the FEYNMAN's repeated
hails. Zane smiled as he considered the mayhem he must have triggered.
Residents of the Ring didn't usually receive calls out of the blue."
 
"Channel open sir. You will be speaking to a Principal Kobar."
 
The viewscreen flickered and the face of an elderly woman
appeared on the screen. "Yes?" She asked clearly nervous.
 
"Greetings Principal Kobar. I am Commander Zane of the Starship
FEYNMAN representing the United Federation of Planets. I realize this
communication is somewhat unorthodox but I'm afraid I have some terrible
news for you."
 
"What type of terrible news?" She asked warily.
 
"We were exploring another section of the Ring when our sensors
picked up an explosion near your section of the Ring. Upon investigation
we determined that one of your cargo carriers was destroyed. Debris from
the explosion ripped into the lead ship and penetrated its nuclear engine
core. The resulting radiation melted most of the ship and killed
everyone aboard."
 
Kobar was stunned by the story. "That...that was our entire
years production we were to trade it for food. Where are our 6 other
container ships?" She asked suspiciously not trusting this outsider and
is fake smile.
 
"They are safely drifting in space. One of our small crafts will
gather them and return them to your spaceport."
 
"But what about our trade. Without the Luddite grain we will starve?"
 
"If you would allow me to I can request my government deliver you
food supplies and anything else you need. Perhaps we could arrange the
long-term loan of a tug to aid in your convoys." He let the offer dangle.
 
Kobar hesitated, torn between the fear of outsiders and the
spectre of starvation. "We don't want any outsiders!" She protested
weakly knowing they would need the food. "When would these supplies arrive?"
 
"12 days at the most."
 
"Any then you would go away and leave us."
 
"That is our way. We only want to help."
 
"And the price?" She asked not wanting to know.
 
"There is no price." He smiled. "As I said we are here to help."
 
"Very well. I accept these supplies and offer our thanks." What
have I done she thought.
 
"Excellent. Expect your cargo containers within the day and a
relief ship within 12 days. FEYNMAN out." As he sat back in his chair
he let out a sigh a feeling of guilt running through him for having lied
to Kobar. Still, it had to be done. Word of the plague could not get out.
 
<<<NRPG>>>
 
Destroying a ship and lying to the government. I feel like I'm on the
wrong side of an X-File.<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>
-CMDR Horatio Sinclair, Fleet Intelligence Officer, BLUE FLEET<br>
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">STARBASE EPSILON: CINCSILVER</h3>
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Ian Stenqvist 6-15-1996</h4>
SD 80615.1055 [GMT]<br>
 
Ensign Bishop soon found himself walking to another shuttlebay
on the starbase. This was getting somewhat repetitive; he had just had
a shuttle trip to a starbase to meet with an admiral. And now he was
going to do it all over again. At least he had some idea of where he was
going to be assigned. He was to report to Starbase Epsilon this time
around, and that meant Silver Fleet. That was one step closer anyway, so
now he just had to take another step. He saw no point in speculating
further about this, so he quickly made his way to the shuttlebay.
 
This time it was a shuttle capable of D-Warp, and that was
probably a good thing. Even with a Runabout it would've taken quite a
while to reach Cait.
 
As he entered the shuttlebay, he saw a Bolian pacing the floor
in front of what appeared to be a D-Warp shuttlecraft. *Oh great* he
thought. The Bolians he had known at the Academy were all obsessed by
talking. Bishop hoped that it wasn't some kind racial trait.
 
The Bolian hurried toward Bishop when he saw him, "I suppose
you are Ensign Bishop, whom I have been ordered to take to Starbase
Epsilon?" He looked inquiringly at the Ensign.
 
Bishop sighed quietly, "Yes, I am."
 
"Good!" the Bolian said in a slightly nervous tone, "Then we can
get started right away. If you'll just come this way."
 
Bishop sat down in the back of the shuttle as usual, while the
Bolian scurried around like he didn't know what to do next. Finally he
seated himself in front of his computer panels. Shortly thereafter
Bishop felt the shuttle make its way out of the shuttlebay.
 
During the trip, the Bolian pilot made quite a few attempts to
engage Ensign Bishop in conversation. But he gave up after a while when
he realized that the Ensign had no interest in talking. But the Bolian
talked enough for both of them anyway, so Bishop didn't really have to
do anything.
 
And luckily enough, the trip to Starbase Epsilon was faster than
Bishop had estimated, and before soon he was walking its corridors
trying to find the CINCSILVER's office. And after consulting the
starbase's computer system, he was on his way.
 
This time, he was perfectly calm as he approached the office.
But he did sincerely hope that this would be the last time he had to
meet one before being assigned to a ship.
 
As he reached the office, he entered without pausing.
 
"Ensign Kevin Bishop reporting as ordered, sir."
 
Respectfully submitted,<br>
Ensign Kevin Bishop<br>
Ian Stenqvist<br>
 
NRPG: Mike, I'm not sure if you need my SF preference sheet or my bio,
so I'll include them here just in case.
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: 31-Tows R Us</h3>
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Joseph Baker 6-17-1996</h4>
SD: 80617.0031 (GMT)<br>
Scene: Runabout NOGURA<br>
MD: 4.1630<br>
 
LT Koreth watched the Panarik freighter explode in a great ball of flames
as the FEYNMAN's torpedos ripped through it like hot lead bullets through
a snow drift. LTJG Jerran Terel was slowly backing the NOGURA away from
the explosion area, pulling the last of the automated Panarik freighters
away.
 
<FEYNMAN to NOGURA.>, came the Captain's voice over the intercom.
<Jerran, send the other ships off to tow the remaining Panarik ships back
to their outpost. I've told them that we'll get it there within the end
of the day.>
 
"Of course, sir, although your estimate is probably a bit high. I would
think that we could get the ships back in a little over 5.59 hours," the
pilot said matter of factly.
 
<Good. We're going to hold a holo-staff meeting at 20:00, so If possible,
I want you to send WO Dunnon and the cadets to accomplish this mission.
I've also dispatched ENS Cartwright's shuttle group to help out, and she
should arrive in about five minutes.>
 
"Affirmative, sir," said the engineer. "We have her and her group on the
sensors."
 
<Good. FEYNMAN out.>
 
Jerran and Koreth both got out of there seats and walked over to the
transporter pad in the command cabin of the ship. Jerran smiled slightly
at the CEO and said, "You think you're up to flying an assault bee,
Lieutenant?"
 
The Klingon nodded and said, "Of course. It shouldn't be too much harder
than flying a standard bee."
 
"Yes, well, standard bees don't have impulse and warp drives. NOGURA to
Alpha 1 and Alpha 2. Stand by for transport." The pilto hit a few
controls on the transporter panel, and in a moment the two officers were
shimmering out of existance while the two cadets who were in the assault
bees materialized in there place.
 
<NRPG>
Well, I set it up so that Jerran and Koreth will be at the meeting :)
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">STARBASE EPSILON: CINCSILVER (Cont.)</h3>
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Mike Dawe 6-17-1996</h4>
> This time, he was perfectly calm as he approached the office.<br>
>But he did sincerely hope that this would be the last time he had to<br>
>meet one before being assigned to a ship.<br>
><br>
> As he reached the office, he entered without pausing.<br>
><br>
> "Ensign Kevin Bishop reporting as ordered, sir."<br>
 
"Hrrmf, bio chip?" A large human held out a hand impatiently and
slotted the chip in a reader as soon as it was passed across. "CSciO? I
have an opening or two for someone in sciences. Let's see." He tapped
another PADD a few times. The Feynman could use a good sciences officer."
He looked up at Bishop and back down at the bio before him.
 
"Well, barring the arrival of him, could I take a crack at it?"
 
The Admiral looked up to see a straight face and an ulmost Vulcan
like calm. He growled softly and looked back down while Kevin stood there
waiting.
 
"I believe I will let you 'take a crack at it' but if I here you
were not up to the job your next chance will be inventory for the grey
fleet. Now the Feynman is on a communications blackout except for log buoys
sent encoded directly to me. I do not have a way of contacting them that
you are coming and they may be a little jumpy right now. I would recomend
you approach the ship with caution and hail them from a good distance. If
they tell you to stand off, or even to return to Epsilon, ask no questions
and do as the CO orders. I have arranged for a D-Warp ship to be available
to take you to the Epsilon Indi system where the Feynman should be dealing
with a crisis on a Dyson Ring. I am not at liberty to give you any further
information than that." The Admiral hesitated for a moment.
 
"I know you are fresh out of the Academy and all hot and raring to show us
what you've got but listen to me son. I'm tossing you into the deep end. If
this mission goes wrong millions of lives may be lost. I don't even know if
there is a right way for this mission to go. Your bio says you can keep a
cool head. I pray that they weren't lying because you are going to need
one. I have a personal message for you to give to the CO. 'Time is
measured in days now, information is leaking and action will be soon, close
or have closure inflicted.' Have you got that Ensign?"
 
Ensign Bishop nodded slowly repeating the message once to himself
and wondering what it meant.
 
"Then dismissed. You can catch the D-Warp in docking bay 3."
 
<<<nrpg>>><br>
Just spurring on the Feynman with the message.<br>
 
Feynman, meet Ian aka Ensign Kevin Bishop<br>
barbro.stenquist@mailbox.swipnet.se
 
Ian, one of this lot ought to be contacting you with a complte mailing list
and all that jazz. Welcome to Silver fleet.
 
oh this might be right, they will confirm it
 
"Feynman Crew -- Dr. Glin'kharr" <e...@titan.oit.umass.edu>,<br>
"LT Tixx T. Tok" <ljk3@cornell.edu>,<br>
LTCDR Onta Maril <10330...@compuserve.com>,<br>
ADM Nicholas <mdawe@cln.etc.bc.ca>,<br>
CAPT Paul Paxwax <andrewn@iconz.co.nz>,<br>
CMDR Zane <acatteri@freenet.npiec.on.ca>,<br>
ENS Krazny <jencksc@watmail.ucr.edu>,<br>
LT Krysa Jenn <sgant@interaccess.com>,<br>
LT Tarrant Koreth <psy342@grove.ufl.edu><br>
 
plus a mailer for the usenet, but you should know about that by now
 
mike--->Da boss<br>
Vice Admiral Azariah Nicholas CINCWHITE<br>
Captain Christof Fife USS REGENT<br>
GM USS SARATOGA<br>
Lt. Cmdr Eskat Eskat USS HERMES<br>
Lt James Cardiff USS SARATOGA<br>
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: 34-Brainstorm!</h3>
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Max Felsher 6-19-1996</h4>
SD 80619.0230(GMT)<br>
MD 4.2000<br>
EI Ring: Perimeter Camp: Command Tent<br>
 
As Lt. Commander Maril, Lt. Jenn, and Dr. T'Del sat down around a long table, Maril activated
a set of holographic imaging systems, which created images of the officers on the Feynman, while at the
same time sending images of the three on the Ring up to the Feynman. All senior officers were present,
excluding Serra and Glin'kharr, both ill.
 
"Well," the Captain began, "Commander Maril suggested that we have this meeting to exchange
information and ideas."
 
For a while, all of the officers were brought up-to-date on all the facts, including the recent
death of Kavan and the destruction of the Panarik freighter. T'Del explained Glin'kharr's peculiar
problems, and Maril added that Serra was deathly ill, and would not survive much longer.
 
"So," Zane asked, "does anyone have any ideas?"
 
"Now, the Tarellian plague mutates very quickly, correct?" Krazny asked.
 
"Yes," Maril answered.
 
"Which makes it hard to create one cure for it."
 
"That is correct," this time T'Del answered.
 
"In fact, it seems to be practically impossible," Jenn added.
 
"Captain, it appears to me that we have to find some unconventional answer to this plague,"
Sr'qwon pointed out. "All of our conventional technology hasn't worked. There has to be some other
way."
 
"Agreed," Zane replied. "The question is: what is it?"
 
"Perhaps if we could create something which could wipe the virus out before it could mutate,"
Koreth suggested.
 
"I don't think that would work," Jenn responded. "The virus is so far spread that it would
probably be impossible to kill all of them, even if we did have something which could act so quickly."
 
"Maybe to eliminate a living thing, we need a living thing," Jerran said, contemplating.
 
"You mean, introduce some lifefrom into the atmosphere which would kill the virus?" Koreth
asked.
 
"Yes."
 
"That might work," Maril said thoughtfully. "However, what happens if the new lifeform
overcomes the virus, only to start killing people itself? And it's possible that the lifefrom won't be able
to mutate as fast as the virus in the first place?"
 
Everyone nodded.
 
Noticing Maril's thoughtful look, Zane asked, "Do you have any ideas, Commander?"
 
"Well, I was just thinking about Gerabi and Ichem."
 
Everyone at the conference sat back a bit. They knew Maril was about to tell another story.
 
"Gerabi and Ichem were the strongest and bravest knights on two opposing armies whose
countires were mortal enemies. Gerabi and Ichem fought each other several times, but still the war
contiued. Much land was burnt or damaged in one way or another. It was clear that neither side could
keep fighting for long. Then, one day, Gerabi was seen bringing wheat to Ichem. The next day, Icehm
carried a loaf of bread over to Gerabi. This continued for many days. After a while, people realized
what Gerabi and Ichem were doing. When they saw that their two greatest heroes had done it, they
realized that they could do it, as well. After that, there was no more fighting."
 
"Excuse me, sir, but what does this have to do with our situation?" Jenn said curiously.
 
"What it has to do with our situation is that if we try to destroy an army many times our size,
we can not hope to succeed. But, if we work together, we can create a much better situation then ever
before."
 
"Are you saying that we help the viruses, sir?" Krazny asked incredulously.
 
"In a way, yes. If we can create an organism which coexists, in symbiosis, with the virus, the
virus's needs will be met, and it will cease to attack other life forms This organism will not have to
mutate, because the virus won't have to mutate to survive. The problem is finding which organism is
capable of becoming symbiotic with the virus."
 
"Very well. Any other ideas? Zane asked.
 
The sun has met the sea,<br>
Lt. Commander Onta Maril,<br>
First Officer, USS Feynman,<br>
aka Max Felsher<br>
 
NRPG:<br>
Well, let's come up with ideas!<br>
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Don't Let Me Think...</h3>
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Kristen Gant 6-19-1996</h4>
Stardate: 80619.1206<br>
Scene: Holo-conference<br>
MD: 4.2000<br>
 
"What about what's happening to Dr. Glin'karr?" Jenn asked. She was glad
to
have her mind on other things right now. She found it gave her little
time
to think of anything else. "If the Ring is synthesizing compounds to try
and
stop the virus, that means it is constantly trying to catch up. And if we
do
find an organism that is symbiotic with the virus and it stops mutating,
won't the Ring's compounds catch up and begin attacking again."
 
T'Del nodded, "Unless we can find a way to make the Ring's compounds
actually *be* the symbiotic lifeform."
 
"So you're saying it wouldn't have to be a true lifeform," asked Zane.
 
"Not if we could find a way to 'piggyback' the Rings compounds to the
virus,
thereby not attacking and killing the virus but yet making it innocuous to
living creatures."
 
****<br>
"Alright let's get on it," said Zane.<br>
 
Everyone stood as the holo-conference was called to a close. Most of the
work left to do would be done by the medical and science teams. Krysa was
determined to keep herself as busy as she could despite not having a very
strong background in either field.
 
"Krysa," said the holo-image of Commander Zane, "Could I talk to you for a
minute."
 
Krysa didn't look at him, instead keeping her eyes focused on the rest of
the crew hurrying off to begin their tasks. "What about, sir."
 
"I'm concerned about you. Perhaps you should beam back to the ship and
take some time off."
 
She looked at him, "I thought we couldn't come back until there was a
cure."
 
"It doesn't matter now, unfortunately it's very likely that the Feynman
has been affected as well."
 
"I didn't know that." she said looking back toward where all her crewmates
were already at work.
 
"Krysa?" she heard him. She knew he was concerned, she could sense that
from him. She could sense that from everyone. That and sympathy. Sympathy that
she wasn't ready to deal with and didn't feel that she deserved.
 
"Commander, I can't discuss this... I can't..." She set her face and
looked
at him again, "Don't worry about me, I'm fine." Then she turned and
started
walking. As soon as she was outside of the holo-field, it disappeared. She
looked back briefly at where she had seen the commander standing, then
continued on her way to put herself to work.
 
Regards,<br>
Lt. Krysa Jenn<br>
****<br>
 
NRPG: I didn't want to say for sure what we were doing in case anyone else
has any ideas. But this one made sense to me.
 
You can all expect that I'm going milk this tragedy for all it's worth
<EG>
Don't expect the Counselor to be easily counseled <G> (For those who don't
know, Krysa was Counselor when she arrived on the ship originally)
 
Kristen
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<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: 36 - Bored FCO Passes the Time</h3>
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Joseph Baker 6-19-1996</h4>
SD: 80619.2207<br>
MD: 4.2310<br>
Scene: Main shuttlebay<br>
 
While a ship is in orbit, there is very little for an FCO to do, even if
it is a tricky orbit such as the one posed by the complex gravitational
structure of the ring the FEYNMAN was currently orbitting. Therefore,
unless the FCO is sent on one of the away teams, he's usually going to be
quite unoccupied.
 
After being kicked out of sickbay twice by Nurse Tamy after trying to help
in the investigation, and out of a couple of other of the science labs,
where his passing knowledge of viral physiology did not help the
scientists and med staff very much, Jerran decided he was just better off
sticking to his own territory. Midshipman Talo was currently on shift at
the helm, and so he didn't want to take the chance away from the cadet, as
this was a valuable learning experience for him. So, the only thing he
could do was go to the shuttlebay and wait for the NOGURA and the rest of
the shuttles which had taken the Panarik freighters back to the colony to
return home. Besides, he knew that when Jennifer walked off of the
shuttle after being in it all day to see him standing there to greet her
personally, that she would probably be most pleased.
 
Jerran checked the sensor display on the shuttlebay console and noticed
that the ships were still a few minutes from docking. He tapped his badge
and said, "Jerran to sickbay."
 
<nowiki><Yes,></nowiki> came Nurse Tamy's tired and somewhat annoyed voice.
 
"I just called to see what kind of progress has been made on the virus so
far."
 
<nowiki><The same progress that was made when you left here ten minutes ago,
Lieutenant. If I may make an observation, Mr. Jerran, you are going to
make a great Commander one of these days, as you called just minutes after
Commander Zane. It has to be a finely tuned command skill to be able to
call and ask for a progerss report at the most inopportune moment.></nowiki>
 
"I am most sorry," the pilot said unemotionally, "I..."
 
<nowiki><I know, sir. You're just worried about the crew on the planet, and I
think that is also a good command trait. But, if you would, please wait
till we call you before asking for a progress report.></nowiki>
 
Jerran smiled slightly and said, "I'll take it under advisement, Nurse
Tamy. Jerran out."
 
<nowiki><ASIMOV to FEYNMAN,> came ENS Cartwright's familiar voice over the
intercom. <We are on final landing approach and are ready for you to open
the shuttlebay doors.></nowiki>
 
"Affirmative, ASIMOV. Welcome back."
 
<NRPG><br>
Welcome to our new CSciO :) Remember guys, don't start hazing him till
he's been here a few more days ;)
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<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Meetings and Worry...The Life of a CO!</h3>
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by
Andrew Catterick 6-19-1996</h4>
SD: 80619.1830<br>
MD: 4.2020<br>
Scene: Conference Room<br>
Post#37<br>
 
> "What about what's happening to Dr. Glin'karr?" Jenn asked. She<br>
>was glad to have her mind on other things right now. She found it gave<br>
>her little time to think of anything else. "If the Ring is synthesizing<br>
>compounds to try and stop the virus, that means it is constantly trying<br>
>to catch up. And if we do find an organism that is symbiotic with the<br>
>virus and it stops mutating, won't the Ring's compounds catch up and<br>
>begin attacking again."<br>
><br>
> T'Del nodded, "Unless we can find a way to make the Ring's<br>
>compounds actually *be* the symbiotic lifeform."<br>
><br>
> "So you're saying it wouldn't have to be a true lifeform," asked Zane.<br>
><br>
> "Not if we could find a way to 'piggyback' the Rings compounds to<br>
>the virus, thereby not attacking and killing the virus but yet making it<br>
>innocuous to living creatures."<br>
 
"It sounds like the most viable option." Zane agreed thoughtfully.
"But what about the rest of the Ring? If the virus has spread and
continues to mutate by the time our engineered compound catches up to it
the 'match' may not be as benign."
 
[We would have to enter into the entire Ring's biosystem all at
once. For it too be truly effective." Maril replied.]
 
Jerran was inputting data into his PADD with great intensity.
 
"You have a suggestion Mr. Jerran?"
 
"There appear to be environmental substations at equal distance
throughout the Ring if we could enter the compund into these systems they
should be dispersed equally throughout the Ring."
 
"The FEYNMAN certainly has enough transporters to do it but not
the range." Koreth added his mind already on the proble.
 
"True." The FCO smiled. "But if we deploy the shuttles we can
use them as conduits."
 
Zane nodded. "Good work Lieutentant. Good work all of you."
 
"Alright let's get on it," said Zane.
 
_________________________________________________<br>
Scene: Corridor<br>
 
"Lieutenant Krazny." Zane walked briskly down the deckway trying
to catch up to the departing officers. "A word."
 
"Yes sir?" Krazny replied as he turned around and walked back
towards the captain.
 
"I'm more than a little worried about Lt. Jenn. She's been
married, on a honeymoon and found her husband dead all in the space of
three weeks. She's a strong person...but..."
 
"But that is too much of an emotional roller coaster to bear."
Krazny replied nodding.
 
"Especially considering the stress were under."
 
"Don't worry sir I'll do all I can to help."
 
"I know Lieutenant and I'm thankful we have you, especially now.
Its just I've known her for a long time and she's my second officer and my
friend and...."
 
"...and you don't know how to help her." Krazny finished.
 
"Yes."
 
"That's only natural sir. There is only so much any of us a can
do. Time. Time will be the real factor."
 
"I also have to consider the ship." Zane looked at the Counsellor
feeling he was betraying his friend. "If she isn't up to her
potential...I have to know."
 
"Understood sir. But its my guess that work will be the least of
Krysa's troubles."
 
<<<NRPG>>>
 
An official welcome back to Jason!!
 
Ian: Guess you'll be arriving after the meeting;)
 
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>
-CMDR Horatio Sinclair, Fleet Intelligence Officer, BLUE FLEET<br>
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: 38 - Prepping the Shuttles</h3>
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Joseph Baker 6-20-1996</h4>
SD: 80620.1843<br>
MD: 4.2315<br>
Scene: Main shuttlebay<br>
 
The shuttlecraft ASIMOV was the last of the group of ships to land,
settling to the deck with a dull thud and shutting off its thrusters with
a low whining sound. Jerran was already decending the stairs from the
upper control room as the aft hatch opened up on the shuttle and ENS
Cartwright walked out.
 
"Well, brought in personally by the FCO, I'm honored," she said to him as
she walked up and gave him a hug after making sure no one else was
looking.
 
He allowed her the emotional luxiory for only a moment before he pushed
back gently and said, "Actually, I'm here to make sure we outfit these
shuttles for flight in a hurry. The science teams are already working on
a way to stop the spread of the plague, and the shuttles are going to be
used to help deliver the cure. We'll need to add some things to the
shuttles with transporters, such as some pattern inhancers, a small
pattern buffer, and a matter stream intensifyer in order to boost the
FEYNMAN's transporter range to encompass the entire ring."
 
Jenn nodded as she motioned for the other pilots to assemble nearby. "DO
you actually think this is going to work?"
 
"Yeah, I do. The idea is extremely logical, to inject a compound into the
ecosphere which causes the virus to bind with it in a non threatening
manner that also stops it from mutating. Once that's done, it'll be much
easier for the med staff to isolate and destroy the virus before it can do
any more harm."
 
"OK, so where do we start, Lieutenant?"
 
"Get Kaz and that new pilot, Austin up here from the auxiliary shuttlebay,
and then we'll start puting the shuttles together. We'll probably deploy
the NOGURA on the far side of the ring, seeing as though it has a better
transporter range than the shuttles. I also want to put the enhanced
sensor pod on the runabout so that it'll have better transporter
targeting sensors."
 
She nodded and quickly walked over to brief the rest of the pilots as
Jerran walked over to one of the elevators to the lower hangar deck in
order to get the necessary parts for the shuttles. He was glad that his
physiology included Vulcan blood, as he needed less sleep, and he knew he
wasn' going to get a whole lot of it tonight.
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<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: A Loose String</h3>
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by
Andrew Catterick 6-20-1996</h4>
SD: 80620<br>
MD: 4.2200<br>
Scene: Bridge<br>
Post#39 <br>
 
Zane sat in the command chair and watched the bridge officers
busily at work. For the first time in days the normal 'feel' seemed to
have once again permeated the ship. The holo-briefing had been a great
success and the news that a cure was possible, nearly probable had swept
through the ship. Zane smiled to himself at the thought. Of course it
wasn't exactly a universal cure to the dreaded plague. It would, in
fact, only be a viable solution for the residents on Ring. But it was a
good start. A damn good one. The medical personnel had assured him that
it would be a substantial foundation to new research that would
undoubtedly grow from here. Perhaps in a few years the Tarellian Plague
will be a thing of the past.
 
"Captain we are being hailed by the Panarik." the CSO announced,
breaking the Captain from his thoughts.
 
"On screen."
 
As the screen flashed from the now familiar view of the Ring a
smiling woman replaced it.
 
"Principal Kobar! Nice to see you again." Zane said, standing.
 
"Captain Zane I wanted to thank you personally for returning our
cargo containers we are in your debt."
 
Zane raised a hand. "Please, I told you, you owe us nothing. I
am happy that we could at least do this for you after our inability to
save your ship. Was any of the equipment damaged?"
 
"Not at all Captain everything is as it was....."
 
"But?" Zane prodded hearing a question hanging.
 
"The food shipment you spoke of? It is still coming?" She asked
expecting to be disappointed.
 
Zane smiled warmly. "They're loading a cargo ship right now. It
will be there as promised. At no cost." The last added to stall the next
question.
 
"There is a matter we wish to discuss with you." The wary look
returned.
 
"Of course. Anything I can do to help I will."
 
"As you know we can not grow enough food to feed our people. For
100 years we have traded with our neighbours. Our machinery for their
food. Even though we can not trade this year because of the,...uh
accident, we shall not starve due to your kindness....this year. With our
tractor ship destroyed we have no way of conducting our yearly trade in
the years to come."
 
"You don't have another ship?" Zane asked surprised.
 
"No. This was our only ship. Our engineers estimate it will take
at least 6 years to construct another. Six years of starvation."
 
"But as I said, we can loan you one of our tugs. There is no need
to worry about starvation. And if it came to that we would gladly provide
more supplies."
 
"Again I thank you for your kind offer. But after discussion with
my advisors we have decided that we would like to buy the ship rather than
accept it as a loan."
 
"It really isn't necessary...."
 
"For us it is Captain. We are a proud people, fearful..." She
paused. "...fearful of outsiders. It is something we must do."
 
"Very well. I understand. But I have an alternate proposal for
you. How would you like to build your own ship?"
 
"You don't want to sell us one of your own?" She asked, the
wariness returning.
 
"If thats what you want I'm sure it could be arranged."
Starfleet had many old ships that had long since been retired from duty
but would serve admiralably for the Panarik's purposes. "But it strikes
me that a people such as yourself would rather construct it yourself."
 
"Of course we would but as I told you we do not have the time."
 
"What I offer is this. When the food supplies come we will also
bring engineers and tools. They will show you how to build your ship in
six months as well as instruct you in the proper care and maintenance.
That way if you ever find yourself in such a situation again you will be
able to rectify it....yourselves."
 
Kobar thought about the idea for several seconds. "Your proposal
sounds quite interesting Captain but I first must consult my advisors."
She smiled. "But I think the answer will be yes."
 
"Excellent. I look forward to your reply. FEYNMAN out."
 
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>
-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!
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: A Minor Emotional Blow-Up</h3>
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Kristen Gant 6-21-1996</h4>
Stardate: 80621.2255<br>
Scene: Perimeter Camp One<br>
MD: 4.2050<br>
Post #41<br>
 
Krysa had been in the medical tent helping out with her minimal medical
knowledge. She had been there and watched Ens. Serra begin convulsing only
to die horribly. She hadn't known that she didn't handle death well, not
until it had been forced upon her on this mission. Unable to stand to
watch the suffering of the CSciO she backed out of the tent.
 
His delirious cries echoed out of the tent for what seemed to Krysa to
last forever until finally coming to a sudden stop. The silence was almost
deafening. Krysa braced herself and stepped into the tent only to be met
by Dr. T'Del's cold, "He's dead."
 
"I'll inform Cmdr. Maril," she said moving quickly from the tent.
 
MD: 4.2130
 
Krysa left the command tent after having told the XO about Ens. Serra. The
commander had suggested she lay down and get some sleep. She just wasn't
sure how to go about it. When she was alone with only her own thoughts to
keep her company, she found a lot of unpleasantness that she didn't want
to face.
 
She had gotten used to hearing Kavan send her little loving thoughts
throughout the day when they were apart. She had gotten used to
automatically 'listening' for him as she went about her duties and
activities. Now it was so... quiet.
 
Rather then heading for bed right away, she headed to where the perimeter
scanners were set up. Perhaps if she took a shift watching the
scanners...
 
Davidson was on duty, but Krysa noticed right away that he wasn't looking
very good. The same glassy stare was coming over him that she had seen on
several of the patients in the med tent.
 
"Mr. Davidson, I think you should go to the medical building. You don't
look very good," she said.
 
"I'm on duty, sir. I will not desert my post," the man sputtered.
 
"I'll take over for you," she said, "That's an order."
 
He nodded and got up from the console and began to walk. He staggered two
steps before collapsing. Krysa signaled for someone else to take the
scanner and then hoisted Davidson up to help him to the medical tent.
 
"Do you need help?" asked the small woman who took the scanner. Krysa
frowned.
 
"No, you stay here. I don't think you could get him there any faster then
I could. And we need that manned at all times."
 
"I'm sorry, Lt. I'm so... sorry," Davidson began to mumble.
 
"There's nothing for you to be sorry for," she could tell that he was
already becoming delirious from the fever that she felt radiating off his
body as she helped him.
 
"It's my fault. I should have helped him...."
 
"Who?" she asked, not paying much attention to him as she struggled to
walk. It wasn't an easy task. As they approached the medical tent, a
security guard spotted them and ran to help her get him into the medical
tent.
 
"If I'd have helped him... he wouldn't be dead... I'm sorry." Now the man
was sobbing loudly. The got him to a cot as Dr. T'Del hurried over with
her tricorder.
 
"Lt., you need to got to bed," said the Vulcan without even a second look
at the Ops officer.
 
"I can't," Krysa said faintly.
 
"Have the nurse give you a sedative to take, you need your sleep," when
Krysa hesitated, T'Del turned to look at her. "That's a medical order,
Lt."
 
Krysa nodded and turned to find the nurse. Davidson on the cot, began
screaming, "No! No! Lt. Jenn... Please... please, forgive me..." He fell
silent as the hiss of T'Del's hypospray was heard. Krysa turned to look at
him again, trying to figure out what he was talking about.
 
She shrugged lightly as the man was sedated now. She heard a voice behind
her, "It's not entirely his fault, you know."
 
She looked and saw Couprie laying on his side on a cot not far away. "What
is he talking about?" she asked.
 
"He thinks it's his fault your husband is dead," Couprie looked pale, but
seemed to be handling the virus much better then Davidson.
 
Krysa narrowed her eyes, and began shaking her head, she didn't want to
hear any of this right now.
 
"I'm sure a lot of it is the virus talking..." Couprie shrugged, "but we
all knew that Kavan wasn't Starfleet. He wasn't trained for an attack like
that. We should have helped him, instead of leaving him to get hit."
 
Krysa continued shaking her head. "I'm..." she began to back away, "I'm
not ready to hear this... please," she turned and quickly headed over to
the nurse, before he could say anything else.
 
"Excuse me," she said, trying to keep the shake out of her voice, "Dr.
T'Del said to get something to help me sleep."
 
The nurse nodded, "Just a moment, Lt."
 
"No! Not in a moment, now!" Krysa screamed, just wanting to get away from
the medical tent. The stress of her experience with the kidnappers and
their drugs, along with Kavan's death and the pressure to find a cure were
finally beginning to take a toll on the young woman. The nurse looked up
startled and Krysa noticed several other staff looking at her. She was
immediately sorry for her outburst. She turned apologetic eyes back to the
nurse, "Please," she said softly regaining her composure.
 
The nurse moved quickly to a cabinet and pulled out a couple small
tablets. She handed them to Lt. Jenn, "These will help."
 
"Thank you... I'm... I'm sorry," she quickly fled the tent, needed to get
out of there. She continued walking until she found a water dispenser.
Then she quickly took the pills and headed to her tent to get some sleep.
 
Regards,<br>
Lt. Krysa Jenn<br>
****<br>
 
NRPG: Just a little blow up... she'll be fine... probably <EG> Now
depending on how strong these pills are she could be out for a while :)
 
Kristen
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: CEO to the Bridge</h3>
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Jason Bostjancic 6-23-1996</h4>
MD: 5.0040<br>
Scene: Bridge<br>
>The FCO's train of thought was interrupted by CPO t'Jon at the helm as she<br>
>announced, "Captain, I'm picking up a pair of ships coming into the system."<br>
><br>
>Both Zane and Jerran got up and moved behind the helm's chair as the CO<br>
>said, "Configuration?"<br>
><br>
>"Warp signature identifies them as Khelvan class mark IV battlecruisers,"<br>
>said the Andorian as cooly as her blue skin suggested.<br>
 
Meanwhile......
 
Scene: Tarrant's quarters
 
A particularly annoying and loud buzz sounded throughout the CEO's quarters.
Quickly, Tarrant jumped out of bed. Since the begining of this mission he had
been a little on edge. An enemy, grandfather said, is never invincible. But
this
plague was a different type of enemy. It wasn't so much the disease itself that
scared him, but the fact that any one of a hundred races would love to have
the Terrelian plague as a biological weapon.
 
"Computer, status."
 
Some time ago he had written a subroutine to awaken him if any of a particular
list of ships or unknowns were picked up on sensors. It rarely was put to use.
 
<Two Khelvan class mark IV battlecruisers approaching at warp 8, bearing
324.5>
 
A stern look overcame the officer. The Cardassians were one of the few races
who outright admitted to using biological weapons. But if it were just samples
they were after then two warships was a bit of overkill. It wasn't a good sign.
 
In but a minute he was dressed on on the way to the bridge...
 
<NRPG>
 
Getting back into the swing. Captin, I'm on the bridge!
 
Respectfully,<br>
Jason<br>
 
Lieutenant Cmdr. Tirrin Vorak - OPS/2O - USS SERAPIS<br>
Lieutenant Tarrant L. Koreth - CEO - USS FEYNMAN<br>
 
"Quoth the Raven 'Nevermore'"<br>
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: You Think Your Night's Going Bad...</h3>
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Joseph Baker 6-23-1996</h4>
SD: 80623.0715 (GMT)<br>
MD: 5.0010<br>
 
As the last of the modifications were made on the NOGURA and a couple
other shuttles, LTJG Jerran Terel nodded his approval to his flight crew.
They had done an excellent job getting all of the transporter equipped
shuttles and the runabout outfitted for their mission in only 50 minutes,
when most manuals would suggest that sort of prep would take at least
three hours with a flight crew comperable to that on a Galaxy class
cruiser or something, and not the modest flight crew of a FEYNMAN class
destroyer.
 
Jerran almost smiled as he watched the group tirelessy assemble in front
of him to await his orders. "Good work tonight, everyone. You really
know how to make a CO look good."
 
Some light chuckles went through the group as the FCO continued. "I have
no idea when the med staff will be ready with the compound to inject into
the ring's ecosystem, so for now, I want you all to just go back to your
quarters and get some rest. You certainly deserve it. Remember, though.
We could be heading out at any minute. Dismissed."
 
The pilots all filed out of the shuttlebay, Jerran staying behind for a
short moment to look back at the shuttles before following his crew out.
 
As a half Vulcan, he did not feel fatigued as often as a human did, and as
a pilot, he especially did not feel fatigued when there was an important
mission at hand. So, he decided to go up to the bridge and check out the
situation there.
 
As he stepped out of the turbolift, he was only mildly surprised to see
the Captain still at his chair, checking on reports as they appeared on
the small viewscreen in his armrest. He looked up and gave a small smile
to his FCO, who nodded to the Andorian pilot at the helm as he passed by
on his way to sit down at the conspicuously vacant FO seat to the right of
the captain.
 
"How are things going with the shuttles, Lieutenant?" the captain said in
an almost paternal way.
 
"Very well, sir. We finished the necessary modifications in considerably
less amount of time than we had estimated. I think it had something to do
with Mr. Austin and his constant stories about a place called Texas. I
found them most fascinating, as they reminded me a lot of Vulcan, except
Vulcan does not have a creature he called a longhorn. Some sort of
grazing cattle, I suppose. Anyway, I sent the group to bed."
 
"And so why didn't you follow them, Lieutenant?" the CO said as the pilot
watched the hypnotic rolling of the ring on the viewscreen.
 
"I am a Vulcan, sir," said the pilot, almost as if it were one of the
planest truths in the universe. "And therefor, I do not need as much
sleep."
 
Zane smiled as he knew the real reason for the pilot's insomnia, "I could
never sleep before a mission either."
 
Jerran chuckled slightly and smiled to his CO. He had only been on the
FEYNMAN for less than seven months now, but in that short amount of time,
he had grown to like and respect his CO very much, as with the rest of the
senior officers he worked with. Of course, his Vulcan pride would never
allow his Bajoran half to admit such things to anyone, but they probably
knew anyway, especially Krysa.
 
For the past seven months, he had only let his mental guard down around
her once, but that was enough for her to be able to get a good enough feel
of him to be able to know what he was feeling just by body language. That
link they had shared on the runabout so many months ago had long since
died out. But, he could still feel her pain somewhere in the back of his
mind in that place where most full blooded Vulcans abandoned a couple
millenia ago in order to follow the teachings of Surak. Her pain for the
loss of Kavan brought back memories of his own pain at the loss of his
fiance, Kalani, right after he graduated from the academy, and the
subsequent discovery of her child from Jerran's own brother. Krysa's help
in dealing with Kalani's death was something that Jerran would never be
able to repay her for, but he did know that once she got back to the ship,
he would do his best to try and repay the debt.
 
The FCO's train of thought was interrupted by CPO t'Jon at the helm as she
announced, "Captain, I'm picking up a pair of ships coming into the
system."
 
Both Zane and Jerran got up and moved behind the helm's chair as the CO
said, "Configuration?"
 
"Warp signature identifies them as Khelvan class mark IV battlecruisers,"
said the Andorian as cooly as her blue skin suggested.
 
Jerran raised an upswept eyebrow and said, "That's some heavy firepower to
be just a standard patrol. They usually don't travel in pairs except in
battlegroups."
 
Zane nodded and said, "Unlike Galor class warships, they don't need to
travel in pairs."
 
"I suppose the next question is are they here about the plague, and if so
how did they find out?"
 
"I'm sure I've got a pretty good idea," said the captain, thinking of
Maril's friend in the Luddite settlement. "For now, though, I guess we
should act friendly, as we aren't going to be able to take on one of those
ships, let alone two. Open a hailing frequency."
 
"Aye, sir," said the AOPS. "Hailing frequency open."
 
"This is Commander Zane, captain of the USS FEYNMAN," the CO said calmly.
"Might we inquire as to your intentions in this star system?"
 
The facial expression of the Cardassian who appeared on the viewscreen
reminded Jerran of a lematya that was about to pounce on a defenseless
selyat cub. "I am Gul Katane of the Fifth Order. We both know what we
are here for, so I suggest that you keep out of our way, or you might find
yourself accidently sitting in the path of a stray quantum torpedo..."
 
<NRPG><br>
Insert omnious music and cut to comercial :)<br>
 
Max: I only made the suggestion that it might be Stio who told the
Cardassians about the plague. However, there could always be another
Cardassian spy in the settlement. I left that pretty much open, seeing as
though he is your NPC ;)
 
Andy: Ball's in your court, big guy :)
 
Ian: This is a typical day for our valiant crew. You'll get used to it.
One thing that I am obligated to mention, though, is to never let your
character get on a shuttle being piloted by Krysa. She used to be a good
Councelor, and she's getting the hang of this 2O stuff, but she drives
like an old lady who can't see over the steering wheel ;)
 
Kristen: <Innocent smile> We love you :)
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* LTJG Jerran Terel, FCO, USS FEYNMAN, alt.starfleet.rpg                  *
* ENS Logan Knight, CEO, USS TSUNAMI, alt.starfleet.rpg                    *
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<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: The Lesser of Two Evils</h3>
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by
Andrew Catterick 6-23-1996</h4>
SD: 80623.1800<br>
MD: 5.0100<br>
Scene: Bridge<br>
Post#44<br>
 
> "This is Commander Zane, captain of the USS FEYNMAN," the CO said calmly.<br>
> "Might we inquire as to your intentions in this star system?"<br>
><br>
> The facial expression of the Cardassian who appeared on the<br>
>viewscreen reminded Jerran of a lematya that was about to pounce on a<br>
>defenseless selyat cub. "I am Gul Katane of the Fifth Order. We both<br>
>know what we are here for, so I suggest that you keep out of our way, or<br>
>you might find yourself accidentally sitting in the path of a stray<br>
>quantum torpedo..."<br>
 
Zane stood and moved closer to the viewscreen. "You'll find that
I do not respond well to threats Gul Katane."
 
<nowiki>[Perhaps, but I really fail to see what harm your *ship* could
possibly do to the two warships I command. I suggest you consider my
*advice* very carefully. I will not issue it again.]</nowiki>
 
"And I suggest you consider the fact that we are much closer to
home than you are as well as the fact that as soon as our sensors showed
you approaching we alerted the two starships patrolling this sector." He
bluffed. "And rest assured that in any hostilities that may occur you
will find us formidable opponents."
 
Katane stared across the viewscreen at Zane for a few moments
before his face broke out into a sly grin. [And now that we have indulged
our egos in the requisite posturing and saber rattling I suggest we get
down to business.]
 
Zane was a little taken aback, although even with the little
experience he had dealing with Cardassians he knew they were unpredictable
as the smiling Katane and just proven. "Which is?"
 
[Why the cure to the Tarellian Plague of course.]
 
"The plague?" Zane asked innocently more to buy time to further
appraise Katane then to fool him.
 
The Cardassian laughed. [Come now Commander! That not only
insults my intelligence but yours as well. Of course our operative in the
Luddite community has informed us of the plague and even if he hadn't
Federation security really isn't what it used to be.] Another smug
Cardassian smile. [There is little time left so I suggest we get to the
heart of the matter. You are on the verge of a cure and we have been
dispatched to aid you in finding it.]
 
"That seems very...generous for the Cardassian government but why
would we want your help. If we are close to a cure why would we want or
even need your help?"
 
Katane sighed. [I had hoped you would be more reasonable
Commander. Let me be clear. For us to allow the Federation to be the
sole keeper of the cure to the most vile disease in history would be
criminal. Therefore to protect the balance of power that already exists
between our two governments we *will* give our help. If you do not accept
it is tantamount to a declaration of war. Come now Commander where is
this spirit of goodwill and cooperation your diplomats are always
preaching. I am offering assistance nothing more. But I will accept
nothing less.]
 
Zane considered the Gul's words. He was confident that they would
develop the cure soon but with Cardassian help the process could be
conceivably sped up saving countless lives. And perhaps of greater
concern, Katane was entirely correct. For one government to control the
cure was inherently dangerous. Of course the Federation would not keep it
a secret and would undoubtedly share it with the other powers, he thought.
So why not now? He made his decision. Turning to face the security
station he was unsurprised to see that Sr'qwon and Koreth had come to the
bridge as soon as they had been notified of the warships. "Mr. Sr'qwon
access the medical databases and send all the information we have on the
plague to the lead vessel."
 
"But Captain..." A raised eyebrow from Zane was enough to let her
no there would be no discussion. "Aye sir, transmitting now."
 
[Thank-you Commander. Please prepare to receive our medical
files. Do we have permission to transport down to your medical sites
to further aid in the investigation?]
 
"Granted. Give me 10 minutes to brief them of your arrival. My
executive officer, Commander Onta Maril, will be in command of the
compound, including your officers."
 
Katane looked like he would argue the point but then decided to
concede the matter. [Agreed.]
 
<<<NRPG>>>
 
Max: Incoming! Play nice.
 
All: Bad news. Unfortunately, I received an NRPG from Andrew N this
morning. RL pressures are high and he will not be able to retain his
position aboard the FEYNMAN. As of now the CSO is a NPC position and
please remove Andrew from your mailing lists.....
 
Andrew: Good luck with school and I hope that when the time constraints
lessen you are able to return.
 
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>
-CMDR Horatio Sinclair, Fleet Intelligence Officer, BLUE FLEET<br>
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Morning Comes to the Ring</h3>
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Kristen Gant 6-24-1996</h4>
Stardate: 80624.1545<br>
Scene: Krysa's tent<br>
MD: 5.0600<br>
 
Krysa awoke to voices outside of her tent. She groggily sat up, trying to
clear her head and figure out where she was. It all came back to her as
she heard Maril's voice, "You will need to keep them from the settlement.
That is your prime objective."
 
Krysa quickly dressed pushing all other thoughts from her head to deal
with the situation at hand. She exited the tent and walked up to where
Maril stood. He looked at her, "How are you feeling this morning, Lt."
 
"I'm fine, what's going on?" she asked, pushing his feelings of concern
from her mind. It was times like these, she wished she was empathic.
 
"There is another group approaching the settlement and we need to keep
them out. I've just sent a large group of security officers to do that."
He looked at her questioningly. "Maybe you should sleep longer. You still
look tired."
 
"It's just the after effects of the sleeping pills I took." She brushed
her hair back with her fingers realizing that she hadn't even combed it
yet. She was sure it must have looked like a tangled mess. "I'll be fine
after I have something to eat."
 
Maril nodded, "I heard about what happened last night."
 
Krysa looked away, cringing, wanting to forget her little outburst, "It
wasn't a big deal."
 
"No perhaps not, but we can't have you running around yelling at people.
There's enough stress here as it is."
 
"I won't," she said quickly.
 
"Good, because we also have ... 'help'." Krysa looked at him confused, and
he told her about the Cardassian's joining the fight against the plague.
"They arrived late last night and so far things have gone smoothly. I'd
like to keep it that way."
 
"I can deal with Cardassians," she told him. Onta would never have
questioned this had Krysa been herself. But she was not herself. The Krysa
he knew would not yell at innocent nurses.
 
"Krysa, you need to deal with what's happened first. I don't think you've
done that."
 
"I know what's happened, Onta. I have dealt with it and I'm fine." Krysa
said irritably. There it was the sympathy forced upon her again. But she
was taken aback by his next words.
 
"Don't force me to relieve you of duty," he said quietly, but with
conviction.
 
Krysa stared at him in surprise, "I..."
 
"Look, I understand how upset you are." He said quickly, feeling a need to
explain himself to her, "But I cannot allow you to jeopardize this
mission." His eyes were filled with compassion, yet they were set. She
knew he wouldn't change his mind, and she panicked at the thought of
sitting alone in her tent for the rest of the mission.
 
"Please, I'm fine, I promise. I was just tired last night. I'm rested now.
Once I get back to work everything'll be fine," she promised.
 
"I'm not going to force you to sit in your tent and rest. But if I see
anything like what happened last night, I'll have no other choice." Krysa
nodded and headed back into her tent to collect herself before going to
get something to eat.
 
Regards,<br>
Lt. Krysa Jenn<br>
****<br>
 
NRPG: Good morning and Good-bye to the end of a very very very long day
for Krysa :)
 
Kristen
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: 47-Morning on the Ring(Before Sunrise)</h3>
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Max Felsher 6-25-1996</h4>
SD 80625.1230(GMT)<br>
MD 5.0400<br>
EI Ring: Perimeter Camp: Sleeping Tent 2<br>
 
Maril was only half asleep, so it didn't take much rousing to awake him.
"Report...," he ordered, yawning.
 
"There's an incoming message from the Captain for you, sir," a security officer
replied.
 
Yawning again, he said, "Very well. Tell the Captain that I'll be in the
Command Tent within 10 minutes."
 
"Aye, sir."
 
 
MD 5.0410<br>
Command Tent<br>
 
As Maril sat down, still rather sleepy, Commander Zane's face greeted him on
the screen.
 
[Hello, Commander. Tired?]
 
"Yes, Captain. Less than six hours of sleep, much of it half awake. But, sir,
what did you want to talk about?"
 
[Well, first, it's been six hours since you reported that there was a team from
another settlement approaching the area. They'll reach the settlement in four to six
hours. We can't let them get there.]
 
"Understood."
 
[However, something more serious has come up. Two Cardassian warships
approached the Ring. They have offered their assistance, and I have accepted it,
though I didn't have much of a choice.]
 
"Hmm. What does this mean?"
 
[It means that there will be a team of Cardassians beaming down to the camp.
They are under your command, although I doubt they will accept that immediately. I
want you to make sure that nothing happens down there that could jeopardize this
mission. Is that understood?]
 
"Understood totally, sir."
 
[Good. Zane out.]
 
As the Captain's image faded from the screen, Maril thought about what this
meant. Yawning and stretching out, he realized that the Cardassians could be helpful,
but the voice of Almania told him that something wasn't what it should be.
 
Informing Couprie, the senior Security officer on the away team, and telling
him to take some minor precautions, Maril decided to check on some things.
 
 
MD 5.0430<br>
Medical Tent<br>
 
Entering the tent, Maril heard several screams--screams of pain and anguish.
Obviously, the Plague had started to spread through the away team.
 
"How many people has the Plague infected?" Maril asked Dr. T'Del, still
working hard after the many hours. Even for a Vulcan, that was too much, and it was
starting to wear on her.
 
"At last count, 11 people have been infected and are still living. Three have
already died of the Plague--including Ensign Serra."
 
"What about Dr. Glin'kharr?"
 
"He is still losing some of the non-humanoid hormones, but the compounds'
progress has slowed considerably." T'Del almost tripped over a tricorder.
 
Seeing this, Maril said, "Doctor, you should probably get some sleep. There are
other doctors and nurses are here, and I don't want my senior medical officer to be at less
then peak performance. Is that understood?"
 
"Understood. I will get some sleep as soon as I-"
 
"Now, Doctor."
 
"Very well." With that, Dr. T'Del walked out of the Medical Tent.
 
Maril sighed. The Plague was taking its toll on everyone.
 
 
MD 5.0500
(just outside Perimeter Camp)
 
Maril stood, waiting for the Cardassian away team to show up. Finally, a
transporter beam appeared and a group of Cardassians were there.
 
When all had beamed down, it was a rather small group, comprising of only
about twenty Cardassians, as opposed to the eighty to one hundred on the Feynman's
away team. The Cardassians probably thought that, if they wanted to, they could
overpower the whole Starfleet away team with only twenty of them. And they were
probably right, if they planned it correctly, because of the limited amount of security
personnel on the Ring.
 
"Hello, I am Lieutenant Commander Onta Maril, First Officer of the USS
Feynman and commanding this away team. And you are?" Maril said, extending his
right hand.
 
The leader shook Maril's hand, although it was obvious he did it with some
reluctance. "I am Ej Igad, Fifth Order. I understand that you will be commanding my
team as well as yours."
 
"That is correct."
 
"Very well," Igad said slowly. "I suppose this is acceptable...for a time," the last
part he said under under his breath.
 
"Well, then, come to the Command Tent, Mr. Igad. I will brief you there."
 
The sun has met the sea,<br>
Lt. Commander Onta Maril,<br>
First Officer, USS Feynman,<br>
aka Max Felsher<br>
 
NRPG:
Well, this is sort of a post to tell you what Maril did in the early morning. :)
 
Andrew: Sorry to see you go. You have left the Feynman once again. :(
 
Andy: How many posts was the last day?(Rhetorical question)
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Captain's Log</h3>
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by
Andrew Catterick 6-25-1996</h4>
SD: 80625.1400<br>
MD: 5.1100<br>
Scene: Ready Room<br>
Post#48<br>
 
"Captain's Log stardate 80625.1100.....
 
I don't think we have ever had and as eventful day as the one we
lived through yesterday but this one is coming close in terms of
achievements. I have just had a brief conversation with Commander Maril
and am happy to report that he thinks they have found the necessary
compound to convert our medical team's theoretical cure into a viable one.
They have developed a small amount and have accepted Dr. Glin'kharr as a
volunteer to test it on. I'm of course concerned but agree with my Exec
and of course the Doctor himself. A few more hours and a cure would not
be able to help him. If all goes as it should be should be able to begin
distribution as early as 13:00."
 
"I must give credit where credit is due....grudgingly. It seems
the Cardassian teams have been most helpful. Commander Maril is sure we
would have found a cure within the next 36 hours but the information the
Cardassians provided, as well as their expertise has been the prime factor
that has put us over the top. I am grateful but my cynical side keeps
rearing its head and reminding me that its no surprise that they would be
expert's when virus' of this nature are considered. But I try to ignore
this side of me and do feel somewhat guilty...but not too much."
 
"But I am finding it somewhat strange how convenient their arrival
was. With events moving so quickly yesterday we never did answer the
question of how the plague developed here in the first place. It was
thought to be eradicated 40 years ago and even if it did survive it is
unlikely it would have found its way to the Ring. As large and diverse as
it is it is still a relatively closed environment. Once the terrorists
came on the scene it was virtually accepted that they were the ones
responsible for its outbreak. But through it all the Cardassian
operative, who by his own admission was here long before we arrived,
remained quietly on the sidelines but being very helpful.
 
I've given quite a deal of thought to Katane's insistence that the
Cardassians help find the cure for fear of the Federation claiming it for
their own. Being the sole holder to the cure to this virus would provide
a very powerful weapon. An entire race could be wiped out with relatively
no destruction and then the one with the cure could move in and take
over.
 
Was this the Cardassian plan? Did they think that they had found
a cure and were testing it on the Ring? Or am I allowing my mistrust of
Cardassians to make me overly suspicious when I should be thanking the
gods they arrived when they did? These are questions that I can't answer
but if there is any truth to this, how close did we come?"
 
<<<NRPG>>>
 
Just a reminder....Zane is from an unknown race and can't sleep. The
trade-off is he must consume a large amount of food to keep with the
energy needs of his body
 
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>
-CMDR Horatio Sinclair, Fleet Intelligence Officer, BLUE FLEET<br>
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: An Evil Twist</h3>
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Jason Bostjancic 6-25-1996</h4>
md: 5.1130<br>
 
After being awakened by much earlier, Tarrant had
spent the remaining time on the Feynman bridge running basic
engineering checks. But his mind wasn't there... it
was making leaps and bounds trying to connect all the pieces.
Then he abandoned the hum drum and dove into it all.
 
Finally a picture started to come into focus, and it greatly
disturbed the CEO. Granted, it had little rooting in fact, but
it was plausible.
 
"Koreth to Captain Zane"
 
<Zane here, what is it Lieutenant>
 
"I have something I'd like to discuss with you
Captain..." he thaught about it for a moment
then added, "in private."
 
Inqusitively Zane replied <OK. Meet me in my ready room in
fifteen minutes. Zane out.>
 
...................15 minutes later<br>
Scene: Capt's Ready Room<br>
 
"Well Mr. Koreth, what seems to be the problem."
asked Zane settling into his chair.
 
"Sir, off the record, I've done some checking and I
think I may have come across something rather disturbing."
 
"Continue, Lieutenant."
 
"I called in some favors from others who were at the
academy with me in security. " he paused, "Six months ago all of the
Federations medical samples of this Plague were stolen...."
 
Zane quickly interrupted, "How accurate is this information
Lieutenant?"
 
"My information is sketchy, granted. But I did some
further checking in more common areas. Right after the supposed
theft, all of the doctors and scientists working at the three
facilities were taken into custody. That *is* documented.
They were later released."
 
A grave expression overtook the Captain as he rose from his
chair. It was coming into place.
 
Tarrant continued. "I believe that this may have been planned
by the Cardassians all along sir. This is hypothetical, but say that
the Cardassians were unable, on their own, to come up with
a cure. So they stage this.
 
Now here we are on the Feynman, with one of the top
medical scientists coming up with a cure. It must be hush hush,
so Starfleet keeps it under wraps.
 
Now though we are seriously outgunned. If we do come up with
a cure, then the Cardassians have it. They attack and we are
eliminated."
 
Zane turnes from his view of space, "But, if that is all
true, then why send only us? It dosen't fit."
 
Now Tarrant fit another piece, "In a way they haven't. I've been
doing some sweeps with the DELPHI. Four more ships have
been diverted to this area of space, and by my checks,
could overtake the Cardassian warships before they could
reach any major location. One of which is a Solar Class.
 
I think we may just be a pawn in this sir."
 
NRPG
 
Your Court Andy. My guess is that even CINCSILVER
wouldn't know about it. <G>
 
Respectfully,<br>
Jason<br>
 
Lieutenant Cmdr. Tirrin Vorak - OPS/2O - USS SERAPIS<br>
Lieutenant Tarrant L. Koreth - CEO - USS FEYNMAN<br>
 
"Quoth the Raven 'Nevermore'"
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: The Bait</h3>
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Kristen Gant 6-26-1996</h4>
Stardate: 80625.2309<br>
Scene: Perimeter Camp<br>
MD: 5.1100<br>
 
Krysa had thrown herself into help the medical teams while still avoiding
as many Cardassians as possible. She was feeling pretty good, and things
were running smoothly. She knew deep down that Commander Maril was correct
and she was very edgy and could endanger herself and others if she didn't
pull herself together.
 
Those who knew her could see the underlying stress, in her face. A face
that seemed unable to attempt more then a slight smile at their successes.
Those who didn't know her, would not have been able to tell much more then
that she was very single-minded, not allowing herself to think of anything
other then what she was doing.
 
She headed back to the Ops station where Reetza stood, "Anything unusual?"
 
"No, sir. The security team reports that thier mission to turn back the
other settlement was successful, though a few still mill around waiting
for word that a cure has been found. They are understandably upset over
the possibility of infection to their homes as well."
 
Krysa nodded, "What about the Cardassians?" Krysa had been having them
monitored as closely as she could without it being obvious.
 
"So far they are doing exactly what they were sent her to do. Nothing out
of the ordinary."
 
"Keep an eye on them," Krysa said turning and headed to the medical tent
to check on Dr. Glinn'karr, though she knew there were others doing that
and they didn't really need her.
 
She watched with baited breath as Glinn'karr was injected with the
possible cure. The Doctor lay there for a while longer allowing himself to
gauge the effectiveness of the injection.
 
Dr. T'Del and a Cardassian stood over him with medical tricorders, "It
seems to be having an effect." said T'Del calmly.
 
The Cardassian on the other hand gave out a loud cry of exultation. "What
do you mean, Doctor. It's working! Don't be so unsure of yourself."
 
"I am not being unsure, Doctor, simply stating the facts." The Vulcan said
with a raised eyebrow.
 
He snorted, "Vulcans! You have no sense of accomplishment."
 
Commander Maril, who had also been standing in the room moved forward,
"What do you think Dr. T'Del, should we begin having the FEYNMAN begin
replicating this stuff?"
 
She paused still looking at her tricorder. But the Cardassian, began
patting Maril on the shoulder, "No, Commander, that won't be necessary."
He grabbed the hypospray from Dr. T'Del and pointed his weapon at the
Commander. Krysa looked around and saw that know the tent was filled with
armed Cardassians.
 
Maril turned to on of the Cardassians, "Igad, what is the meaning of
this?"
 
The Cardassian smiled, "Don't worry, Commander I think you'll have an
enjoyable life here on ring, while we take this cure with us." He motioned
to a couple of his men who began grabbing equipment, "I think we'll be
taking this and going now. Oh, and don't worry about your ship up there.
It won't be there much longer."
 
Then the Cardassian's beamed away, leaving most of those in the tent
simply looking at each other in shock. Commander Maril turned to Dr.
T'Del, "Well, did you do it?"
 
She nodded and there was almost a smile on her face. She headed over to
another table and pulled out a metal box hidden behind it. Opening it she
pulled out several hyposprays. "Yes, Commander, Ej Igad will be quite
upset to discover that he has a hypospray filled with only a placebo. I
injected Dr. Glinn'karr 30 minutes earlier with this one."
 
Maril smiled and hit his commpin, "Maril to Zane, The Cardassian's are
gone, having taken the bait."
 
Regards,<br>
Lt. Krysa Jenn<br>
****<br>
 
NRPG: Okay, Okay, so I'm getting tired of being on this ring :) :)
 
So now how to save the Feynman from being destroyed by the Cardassians.
 
Kristen
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: A Command Decision...</h3>
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by
Andrew Catterick 6-26-1996</h4>
>Tarrant continued. "I believe that this may have been planned<br>
>by the Cardassians all along sir. This is hypothetical, but say that<br>
>the Cardassians were unable, on their own, to come up with<br>
>a cure. So they stage this. Now here we are on the Feynman, with one of<br>
>the top medical scientists coming up with a cure. It must be hush hush,<br>
>so Starfleet keeps it under wraps. Now though we are seriously<br>
>outgunned. If we do come up with a cure, then the cardassians have it.<br>
>They attack and we are eliminated."<br>
><br>
>Zane turnes from his view of space, "But, if that is all<br>
>true, then why send only us? It dosen't fit."<br>
><br>
>Now Tarrant fit another piece, "In a way they haven't. I've been<br>
>doing some sweeps with the DELPHI. Four more ships have<br>
>been diverted to this area of space, and by my checks,<br>
>could overtake the Cardassian warships before they could<br>
>reach any major location. One of which is a Solar Class.<br>
>I think we may just be a pawn in this sir."<br>
 
Zane swiveled in his chair to again face the window. He watched
the Ring slowly spinning below. Damn Cardassians and their chess games.
They're almost as bad as the Romulans. "May you live in interesting
times." He said more to himself.
 
"Sir?"
 
"Just an old saying Lieutenant, actually a curse."
 
Koreth nodded understanding. "Well we are certainly living in
interesting times."
 
Zane nodded. "And if your right the next few hours will prove to
be very interesting." A pause. "Now, we can see the four ships out
there. Can they?"
 
"Probably not."
 
"Well that doesn't make sense. If the Cardassians don't know the
cavalry is over the hill and it is their intention to destroy us once they
have the cure. What difference does it make if the taskforce intercepts
the Cardassians? Surely Katane is not likely to give up the cure after he
has destroyed us. So then no one has the cure. And if we can see them,
surely they can see us. "
 
Koreth simply shrugged.
 
Zane made his decision. "Mr. Koreth will you take the bridge and
ask Mr. Jerran to join me here."
 
"Yes sir."
 
"And Lieutenant, good work."
 
Feeling a little fatigued Zane finished the coffee on his desk and
headed for the replicator for a refill. "Coffee, black, hot. Protein
supplement number 3." Picking up the coffee and the small plate he
returned to his desk. The protein supplement bar was one of the worst
things he had ever eaten. But it provided a quick and efficient snack to
recharge his energy levels. With his body needing upwards of 8 meals a
day he had found early on that it was virtually impossible to squeeze them
into his normal shift rotation. To skip a meal meant his concentration
might begin to waver. So he had asked, then, Dr. Paxwax to come up with
a solution, the protein bars. They were quick and easy and left him
feeling more 'charged' than if he had eaten a full meal. He had once
asked Paul what was in them. The reply had been that he didn't want to
know. Now as he drank his strong coffee in the hope of masking the bar's
after taste he realized that was probably true.
 
"Enter." He replied to the sound of the door chime.
 
"You wanted to see me Captain." Jerran asked as he entered the
room.
 
"Have a seat Lieutenant. I have a real life BrOT for you." Zane
began to fill him in on the evidence and theories the CEO had gathered.
 
Jerran sat for a few minutes and considered the problem. "Have
you informed the Away Team?"
 
"I will as soon as we finished here."
 
"So what do we do?"
 
"Well I am going to sit back and wait for you to tell me."
 
<<<NRPG>>>
 
How's that for passing the buck<EG> Actually I thought it would make a
nice addition to the continuing thread of officer development.
 
Joesph: Your not wearing Red just to fly!
 
Respectfully,<br>
Andy<br>
 
-CMDR Zane, Commanding, USS FEYNMAN<br>
-LT.CMDR Tarsa Rogers, Executive Officer, USS GAUSS<br>
-CMDR Nigel Straun, Fleet Tactical Officer, INDIGO 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: A Command Decision...(Cont.)</h3>
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by
Andrew Catterick 6-26-1996</h4>
SD: 80626.2300<br>
MD: 5.1145<br>
Scene: Ready-Room<br>
Post#54<br>
 
> Zane smiled and said, "And how many times did the ship rip itself apart in the simulations?"<br>
><br>
> "Only twice, sir, out of twenty simulations, and those were at speeds in<br>
> excess of warp 3. I think that a warp jump to warp 2 should be enough.<br>
> Once they see our warp engines move up, they'll be expecting us to make a<br>
> forward warp jump, or at the very least, a reverse jump, and will try to<br>
> lead accordingly. Once our jump is complete, we could fire the tractor<br>
> beam at the torpedoes that were meant for us and stear them just enough to<br>
> head for the Cardassians. If they are trying to destroy us with that<br>
> first volley, then at teh very least, their shields should be rendered<br>
> inoperative with that volley of Quantum torpedoes alone, and then we can<br>
> either go in for the kill or transmit our terms for their surrender. I<br>
> would suggest at least firing a few torpedoes of our own once their<br>
> shields are down to disable their weapons systems."<br>
><br>
> Jerran sat back in his chair as calmly as he could and waited for the<br>
> Captain's response...<br>
 
"It seems our best option but our prime concern is to get this
cure back to EPSILON. If the Cardassians attack we'll execute your
manoeuver up to and including a spread of torpedos. But after that we get
the hell out of here and make a bee-line for the mystery task force out
on the sidelines." Zane noticed the almost imperceptable frown that
briefly flashed across Jerran's face. He sympathized, the idea of running
from a fight seemed wrong. "We might get lucky and be able to do some
real damage to those two monsters but in the long run...it'd only be a
matter of time."
 
"Understood. What about the away team?"
 
"Its my guess that the Cardassian's won't make any move on us
until they are all back aboard. That way they are assured of no survivor's
and keeping the cure for themselves."
 
"Captain, couldn't we just side-step all of this by contacting
the task force and requesting their support before the Cardassians pull
the trigger?"
 
"That idea seems to make the most sense and everything I've been
taught points to that conclusion but every instinct in me is screaming not
to. They're hanging out there on the edge of our sensors watching but
they know we can see them and the Cardassian's can't. If they wanted to
provide support they could move a little closer. Surely the Cardassain's
wouldn't be foolish enough to try to attack us then."
 
"So what are they doing out there?"
 
"Well if the Cardassian's attack us we might, knowing we had
substantial reinforcements, stay and fight. And in the battle we could
very well be destroyed and then they waltz in and decimate Katane...."
 
"...and then the mystery ships beam down to the Ring and
examine the Luddites we ahve cured and they have the cure." He finished
the thought. "But they are Starfleet vessels! You can't be
suggesting..."
 
"But who's are they? They're definitly not SILVER and I can't see
any of our neighbouring fleets loaning us 4 capital ship just to drift.
Besides even if they did Admiral Nicholas wouldn't keep us in the dark and
he certainly would park them over the horizon. They'd of come barrelling
in here at warp nine and parked themselves on the Cardassian's backsides."
He shook his head. "No it just feels wrong. And if it turns out that
we're being overly parnoid, it'll mean they come on the scene before the
fight begins and we spent a few hours worrying for nothing."
 
"What about inoculating the Ring? We can't very well be deploying
shuttles if the Cardassians are planning to attack. And since they know
that is our plan they'll probably hold their fire until we're in the
middle of flight operations. I would."
 
Zane nodded in agreement. "Makes sense. The retrieval of the
away team will be the catalyst. Either they attack or they don't. If
they do were ready for them. If they don't we tell them we're going to
join up with our task force because it will be a much more efficent way
to spread the cure. And as an added protection as soon as we enter warp
we start sending the cure and our findings to EPSILON on every sub-space
frequency we can. Once the cat's out of the bag I think the danger will
defuse itself."
 
Satisfied with their options but disquieted with some of the
ramifications both men returned to the bridge. Jerran resumed his
post and Zane filled Koreth in on the coming plan.
 
<<<NRPG>>>
 
Couldn't resist adding more..
 
Away Team: This will be kept underwraps up here on the ship to make sure
we don't give ourselves away to any Cardi eavesdropping. O
 
Respectfully,<br>
Andy<br>
 
-CMDR Zane, Commanding Officer, USS FEYNMAN<br>
-LT.CMDR Tarsa Rogers, Executive Officer, USS GAUSS<br>
-CMDR Nigel Straun, TACFLEET Liason Officer, INDIGO FLEET<br>
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: 55 - Shuttlecraft Away</h3>
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Joseph Baker 6-12-1996</h4>
SD: 80627.1536 (GMT)<br>
MD: 5.1300<br>
Scene: USS FEYNMAN, Main Shuttlebay<br>
 
LTJG Jerran Terel and Midshipman Talo stepped on board the Runabout NOGURA
as the rest of the pilots settled into their shuttlecraft. Jerran touched
a comm pad on the control panel and said, "NOGURA to Bridge. Inform the
Cardassians that we are beginning launch operations now."
 
<Confirmed, NOGURA. You are clear to launch.>
 
Jerran closed the line and turned to the Cadet and smiled reassuringly to
him. "All shuttles, stay on my six once we've cleared the bay."
 
<Roger that, Lieutenant,> came Jennifer Cartwright's voice over the comm.
 
After Talo brought the ships impulse engines up to full power, Jerran
deftly flew the runabout out of the shuttlebay and into the empty space
above the ring. He looked over to port and starboard to see the flights
of shuttles coming out of the Cardassian ships and decided everything was
going as planned. Tapping the comm pad again he said, "All shuttles, this
is LTJG Jerran. Prepare to deploy on my mark. Cardassian shuttles, break
off and regroup with your assigned FEYNMAN shuttles for deployment. Let's
move out."
 
About twenty shuttlecraft were now flying over the Ring, some of them
pulling into formation with each other. A pair of Cardassian shuttles
came up to flank the NOGURA, escorting the FCO's ship to the far edge of
the Ring. After they had all formed up on their respective wings, the
shuttles activated their warp drive for the short journey to their
assigned destinations.
 
After a few minutes, Jerran ordered Talo to shut down the warp drive and
bring up the impulse drive for sublight maneuvering. Talo nodded and
complied with the order saying, "Controls seem kind of sluggish. Must be
a glitch in the control interface."
 
Jerran nodded and said, "Just as long as it holds together till we're
through here, and we'll be fine."
 
<Beta squad to Alpha squad.> Jennifer said over the comlink. <All squads
are formed up and in position.>
 
"Good. Jerran to FEYNMAN. We can begin operations." Over to the sides
of the runabout, Jerran noticed that the Cardassian shuttles were getting
somewhat close. That's when he noticed two small projectiles moving
outwardfrom each of the shuttles. He tried to dodge them, but the
runabout was too slow for such a maneuver. The incoming torpedoes struck
amidship as he took her into a roll, two striking each on the top and
bottom. The explosion sent the ship whirling toward the ring.
 
"Inertial dampeners offline!" Talo shouted through the whine of wrenching
metal. "Warp reactor core failure imminent!"
 
Jerran tapped at his console, trying to hold on despite the high G forces
of the turn. "Manual release is inoperative. She's going to..."
 
Just then, the runabout exploded into a million fragmants floating in a
large cloud of plasma above the ring. The other FEYNMAN shuttles were
having similar fates as their Cardassian "allies" opened fire on them.
After the dust had settled, LTJG Jerran looked over at Midshipman Talo, WO
Dunnon, Midshipman Kaz, ENS Cartwright, Midshipman Alera, Midshipman
Serana, and WO Austin, all framed by the yellow glowing grid of the
holodeck.
 
"Wooowee!" yelled the Texan pilot with a smile. "I'd say they took the
bait like an armidillo takes to a busy highway!"
 
Jerran allowed hismelf a slight smile, still not understanding the
Terran's humor, and said, "I'd say you're right, if I knew exactly what
you meant. Now, I'd better get up to the bridge. I have a feeling all
hell is about to break loose, as you would say, Tex."
 
"Damned tootin', pardner! I mean, sir."
 
"The rest of you get to your emergency posts."
 
The all filed quickly out of the holodeck as Jerran ran for the bridge.
 
When he got there, CMDR Zane looked over to him as he walked over to his
place at the helm. "How'd it go, Lieutenant?"
 
"Rather well, sir. The Cardassians attacked the shuttles, just as
planned. Had I not been slowed, however, by the bad connection between
the holodeck and the remote operations on the NOGURA, then I might have
been able to save her."
 
"Something tells me that the Cardassians wouldn't have appreciated that,
Mr. Jerran. It would have ruined their plans immensely, which we will do
anyway.. They called just before you got up here saying that there was
some sort of malfunction in the interface between our transporters and
theirs, and that their people have reported that our shuttles have all
lost communications in addition to warp drive failure."
 
"At least they aren't lying, sir. It was the warp drive failure that
caused the destruction of the shuttles, eventually. And, it would be
somewhat difficult for me to open communications with you when I am dead."
 
"Certainly. Bridge to transporter room. Begin beaming up the landing
parties. Mr. Jerran, I hope your warp jump is ready."
 
"Yes, sir, it is," the pilot said, looking back at the CEO standing at the
engineering console for a second. "But Mr. Koreth and I have run into a
minor obstacle."
 
The commander looked back to the engineer as the Klingon said, "We will
have to divert more of our power to the IDF and SIF fields, so shields
will be unavailable for five seconds after the maneuver is complete."
 
The captain nodded as the FCO said, "But, that shouldn't be a problem, as
I anticipate that we will be out of the area before the Cardassians take
another shot at us."
 
"Well, let's just hope it works."
 
<Transporter room to bridge. The last of the landing parties is beaming
up now...>
 
<NRPG>
Well, here we go :)
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<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: 56-Evacuation</h3>
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Max Felsher 6-28-1996</h4>
UY- It didn't look good.
 
Luckily, the Cardassians had a placebo, not the real cure. However, a
Feynman-class vessel against *two* Cardassian warships was not good odds, to say the
least.
 
On top of that, the probability of spreading the cure, now that the Cardassians were turned against them, was slim (unless, of course, the Cardassians let them spread it).
 
Maril had been working on a few options to use, but he put them down as Dr. Glin'kharr staggered into the tent.
 
"Doctor," Maril said, concerned, "are you sure you should be moving around when you were given the cure just an hour ago?"
 
"Please, Commander," Glin'kharr growled, "I am fine. Besides, I have to make some use of myself."
 
"Very well," Maril replied. "But I want you to report back to the medical tent immediately if you have any sign of relapse."
 
"Of course, Commander."
 
As Glin'kharr left the tent, Maril tapped his communicator. "Maril to Jenn. Please report to Command Tent immediately."
 
[I'll be there soon, sir.]
 
True to her word, Lt. Jenn was there soon after. Maril offered her a seat and Jenn sat down across the table from Maril.
 
"So, Lieutenant, you are aware of the current situation?"
 
"Yes, sir, I am."
 
"Well, do you have any thoughts?"
 
"Well, I think we may need reinforcements. Two Cardassian warships against the Feynman isn't very even."
 
"My thoughts exactly. Why the Captain has not called for any escapes me at the moment. Anything else?"
 
"No, not much else, sir."
 
"Well, I have an idea or two that may distract the Cardassians. However, our main project at the moment is getting the camp 'packed' and ready to beam up. All the tents must be folded down and the equipment must be organized. I do not know when we are beaming up, but I want to be ready when we do. I want you to work on getting tents, food supplies, and other essentials ready. I will be organizing the technology and related equipment. Is that all understood?"
 
"Understood, sir."
 
"Good. Get to work," Maril ordered.
 
For the next twenty minutes or so, Maril, along with several other officers and crew, organized all of the technological equipment, from scanning equipment to medical instruments to transporter pads. Maril knew that Lt. Jenn was doing the same thing, getting all of the essentials ready for beamup.
 
At 1300 hours, with one more section to go, there was a voice through his commnicator. [Feynman to Commander Maril. We're ready to beam you up now.]
 
"Understood. Groups will be at the beam-up spot in a few minutes."
 
[Understood, sir. Feynman out.]
 
Maril stood at the middle of most of the officers now. He yelled, "Now, I want all the medical, security and half of the science team to report directly to the beam-up spot. Lieutenant Jenn will organize you there. You are done with your portion, Lieutenant, correct?"
 
Jenn nodded and Maril took half of the science team with him to finish the organization, the rest of the huge away team heading over to the beamup spot.
 
"Keep working. We're almost done," Maril tried to keep the team's sporits up.
 
Finally, approximately five minutes later, all of the equipment had been organized. It was amazing to see all the mounds of supplies and groups of equipment.
 
"Maril to Feynman. Last team is ready to beam up."
 
[Understood, sir. Energizing...now.]
 
The familiar feel of the ACB surrounded him, and seconds later, he was standing on the transporter pad in Transporter Room 2 of the USS Feynman.
 
Confident that the equipment and supplies would be beamed aboard in time, Maril headed for the Bridge.
 
 
MD 5.1310
USS Feynman:Bridge
 
Maril walked onto the Bridge and headed down to his familiar seat next to the Captain. Lieutenant Jenn was already there. Somehow, though it had only been two days, it seemed like it had been forever since he had been on that Bridge.
 
"The mouse heading into the bear's cave," Maril whispered as everyone waited for the next move in this huge chess match where the board was the whole quadrant and the Feynman was but a pawn.
 
The sun has met the sea,<br>
Lt. Commander Onta Maril,<br>
First Officer, USS Feynman,<br>
aka Max Felsher<br>
 
NRPG:<br>
Well, it's good to be back on the ship!<br>
I hope we don't get destroyed. :)<br>
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: What To Do When Outgunned</h3>
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Kristen Gant 6-28-1996</h4>
Stardate: 80628.1458<br>
Scene: Bridge<br>
MD: 5.1320<br>
 
Krysa had gone directly from the transporter room to the bridge to replace
her AOPS, who had been surely pulling double duty while so many of the
Operations department had been down on the ring. She felt several pairs of
eyes on her as she stepped off the turbolift, but didn't allow that to
stop her.
 
Garrett looked up from Ops and stood to allow Krysa to take her seat. She
placed a hand on the young woman's shoulder before quietly leaving the
bridge. Krysa didn't acknowledge the gesture. She had neither the time or
the energy for that. Now they had to face two Cardassian Warships that
wanted to blow them out of the stars, and she couldn't be distracted.
 
She barely even noticed when Commander Maril walked onto the bridge, as
she watched the Cardassians on her scanners.
 
"Sir, they're firing!" she shouted as she saw her panel light up.
 
"Brace for impact!" shouted Zane. "Mr. Jerran..."
 
"Ready, sir," called Jerran his fingers flying over his panel. Krysa
prepared for the impact that never came. For an instant she felt like only
part of her body was still with her and the rest had been left...
somewhere.
The viewscreen became a blur of stars rushing by them.
 
As the regular gravitational systems of the FEYNMAN began to catch up with
the stresses Mr. Jerran had just put the ship through, Krysa began to feel
like herself again rather then a long stretched body. She looked over at
the FCO, "You know you could have warned me you were turning this ship
into a taffy puller."
 
"Where would the fun be in that?" He said with a grin and a twinkle in his eye.
 
"Status," ordered Zane. Everyone's eyes flew back to their stations.
 
"The Cardassian's are giving chase, but we took them unprepared," smiled Jerran.
 
"Sir there are four large federation ships moving toward the Cardassians,"
said Krysa with a hint of surprise in her voice. "The Cardassians are
giving up the chase."
 
"Indeed, Lt. I'm glad to here that," said Zane with a smile. "I think we
can slow to impulse now, Lt. Jerran."
 
"Aye, sir."
 
"Sir, we're being hailed by the USS PHOENIX, under the command of Captain
Tremaine," Krysa reported.
 
"On screen, Lt."
 
<nowiki><Congratulations, Commander Zane,> said the slightly balding man on the
viewscreen. <We are glad to see that you and your ship are unscathed></nowiki>
 
"As are we Captain Tremaine."
 
<nowiki><I don't think you will have to worry about the Cardassians causing any
problems now. They have agreed to head home.> Krysa could feel Tremaine's
disappointment under his diplomatic demeanor.</nowiki>
 
****<br>
Scene: Wandering the ship<br>
MD: 5.1730<br>
 
Krysa had stayed at her station on the bridge until Reetza had come to
replace her at the end of Alpha shift. She hadn't really wanted to leave,
but couldn't come up with a good excuse to stay. So she had left, not
quite sure where to go.
 
She headed to her office first thinking perhaps she could do some PADD
work in there. That was a pretty safe neutral location. Unfortunately, she
found several workmen in her office.
 
"What going on here?" she demanded.
 
One of the men stood, "We are remodeling this office as ordered, sir."
 
"Who ordered?"
 
The man looked a bit flustered, "uh, well... I don't know exactly, I just
was told that we needed to remodel this office."
 
"No," she groaned peeking in. It was a shambles. There was no possible way
she could get anything done in there now. "How long is this going to
take?"
 
"Just a couple of days, sir," he said smiling. "We should be done before
we get back to Epsilon."
 
Krysa threw up her hands in frustration, "A couple of day!" She sighed,
"Great... just great..." She turned leaving the workman wondered why he
always had to deal with the uptight officers.
 
She wasn't ready to head back to her quarters yet, so as so many who had
no where else to go, she found herself in Bat's domain, staring at the stars
as they went by.
 
Bat had watched her for a while before wandering over behind her, "I'm
glad to see you relaxing."
 
Krysa looked at him, "I'm not. I'd much rather be keeping busy, but my
shift is over and for some reason my office is being remodeled and I can't get
in there."
 
Bat chuckled, "Hmm, now I wonder who did that?"
 
She frowned at the barkeep, "I don't know, but if I ever find out there
will be hell to pay."
 
"Just for doing something nice for you?"
 
Krysa sighed, "Oh Bat. What am I going to do?"
 
The older man took a seat next to the woman, "You just have to go on."
 
"I just... feel... so incredibly guilty. If I hadn't married him... If I
hadn't insisted on staying here on the FEYNMAN... He deserved so much
more."
 
The tears that she had held back while fulfilling her responsibilities to
the ship finally began to trickled down her face. And when the dam burst,
Bat was there to catch her. Once this part of her grief was over, the rest
would be all the easier.
 
Regards,<br>
Lt. Krysa Jenn<br>
****<br>
 
NRPG: First I hope this is what you had planned to save the ship :) I
thought it worked. Second, I hope you don't mind Krysa getting a remodeled
office, but I had to find a way to keep her from throwing herself back
into her work :) And third, Andy, I hope I played Bat alright :)
 
Kristen
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<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Ship Gazing</h3>
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by
Andrew Catterick 6-29-1996</h4>
SD: 80629.1530<br>
MD: 5.1345<br>
Scene: Bridge<br>
Post #58<br>
 
> "Indeed, Lt. I'm glad to here that," said Zane with a smile. "I think we can<br>
> slow to impulse now, Lt. Jerran."<br>
><br>
> "Aye, sir."<br>
><br>
> "Sir, we're being hailed by the USS PHOENIX, under the command of Captain<br>
> Tremaine," Krysa reported.<br>
><br>
> "On screen, Lt."<br>
><br>
> <Congratulations, Commander Zane,> said the slightly balding man on the<br>
> viewscreen. <We are glad to see that you and your ship are unscathed><br>
><br>
> "As are we Captain Tremaine."<br>
><br>
> <I don't think you will have to worry about the Cardassians causing any<br>
> problems now. They have agreed to head home.> Krysa could feel Tremaine's<br>
> disappointment under his diplomatic demeanor.<br>
 
"I was a little curious as to why you held back for so long. The
fact that Starfleet sends a SOLAR class, AGAMEMNON and two STORM class
vessels points to the fact that you expected we'd be attacked."
 
Tremaine remained silent.
 
"I haven't heard of the PHOENIX or your escorts what fleet are you
from?"
 
"Commander, I'm under orders and those orders do not include
answering the questions of the CO of a tin-can out on the periphery. I
will disperse my ships to aid in the spread of the antidote and then be on
my way." The face of the Captain was replaced by the starfield.
 
"Well, I have to admit I'd like to meet him in a dark alley one
day."
 
Maril smiled sympathetically. "Look at the size of that monster!"
Both men watched the task force split.
 
"Well you keep saving the galaxy and one day you'll have one."
Zane replied.
 
"What about you, Captain?"
 
"No I can't see taking a SOLAR class, a command cruiser means you
have a task force commander or perhaps even the Admiral breathing down
your neck all that time. Besides that third nacelle really detracts from
the beauty. Looks like they backed in to another ship!"
 
Zane sat back and enjoyed the conversation. It was nice to be
able to just 'talk' with his friend without staring the death of billions
in the face, as well as his own.
 
"Sir, the PHOENIX signals ready."
 
"Proceed with transport." Zane ordered.
 
"What about an AGAMEMNON? You security types always like big
guns. She certainly fits the bill." Maril asked as he carefully
monitored the operation on his console.
 
"Hmmmm. It would be nice to not have to tuck our tails between
our legs. But I came out here to explore not become the Federation's 'Big
Stick'"
 
"Well, you must see something doen the line. Its getting rough
out here and these aren't the safest ships to be in."
 
"Hey she can hold her own. But..." He stroked the arm rest
affectionately, feeling a little guilty for considering another. "...an
ENDEAVOUR has a nice balance between brains and brawn."
 
Both men smiled, satisfied with the mission's outcome as their
thoughts drifted towards the future.
 
"PHOENIX signals operation concluded. They're warping out."
 
"Sensors show the compound has been dispersed through the RING's
atmosphere. By the time the USS BANTING arrives the entire Ring should be
plague free." Maril confirmed as he read the readouts.
 
"Excellent. Helm take us home."
 
<<<NRPG>>>
 
Just a short one to point us for home....NRPG to follow.
 
Respectfully,<br>
Andy<br>
 
-CMDR Zane, Commanding Officer, USS FEYNMAN<br>
-LT.CMDR Tarsa Rogers, Executive Officer, USS GAUSS<br>
-CMDR Nigel Straun, TACFLEET Liason Officer, INDIGO 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: 59 - Which Way is EPSILON?</h3>
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Joseph Baker 6-30-1996</h4>
SD: 80630.0750 (GMT)<br>
MD: 5.1345<br>
Scene: Bridge, USS FEYNMAN<br>
 
After setting a course back for Starbase EPSILON, something he hadn't done
in quite a while, it seemed, LTJG Jerran Terel sat back and listened to
the CO and FO bantar back and forth about the various advantages of
commanding one vessel over another. Jerran had never really thought of it
himself, commanding a vessel of his own, that is, but he did agree that
the ENDEAVOUR class starship was a decent mixture of size, speed, power,
and research facilities. But, he did have to admit that there was a
certain alure to the idea of commanding something like a VALHALLA class
warship, something with both speed and firepower, so much so that it was
constantly trying to tear itself apart just to get out of spacedock.
 
This entire train of though came as very much a surprise to the FCO. Even
a few short months ago upon graduation from the academy, he had never
really aspired to command. He thought he would never be sattisfied with
being stationed on a starship unless he was sitting at the helm. At most,
he had thought that he might one day try for CAG (commander air group) on
one of the carriers. But, untill this mission, he had never given much
thought to commanding a ship of his own.
 
In this past mission alone, CMDR Zane had given him so many oppurtunities
to take command of the ship, what with LTCDR Maril and LT Jenn constantly
on the ring, that he had found that he had actually enjoyed those brief
stints at the conn. Oh, sure, he had always had the oppurtunity to take
the conn before, after he had passed the bridge officer's test a couple of
months ago. But, this was somehow quite different, when the Captain would
turn to him in the middle of ALPHA shift and say, "Take the conn," or "Mr.
Jerran, you have the bridge." Even his logical Vulcan half could
acknowledge the sense of pride this sent rushing through him when he would
go to sit at the command chair, and now he was looking forward to his duty
officer shifts much more than usual. More than that, though, he was
looking forward to the future, when he would someday command his own
starship.
 
He watched on the nav scanner display on his console as the ring receded
behind them, along with the plague, the Cardassians, the Order. They
hadn't caught the rest of the Order operatives who had attacke the camp,
so it was a sure bet they would encounter them again someday. Jerran was
still puzzled as to how the one opperative was able to resemble their own
second officer so well, but decided that it was probably just some sort of
cosmetic alteration designed so that they would be able to infiltrate the
FEYNMAN, and it almost worked, too.
 
"What's our ETA to EPSILON, helm?" came the Captain's voice from behind,
interrupting Jerran's train of thought.
 
Without skipping a beat, the FCO replied, "22 hours, fifteen minutes,
sir."
 
"Very good," the CO said, thinking how glad he was that the FCO had
stopped displaying that most Vulcan habit of reciting figures down to
extensive decimal places.
 
The next couple of hours was fairly routine as the FEYNMAN headed toward
EPSILON at warp speed. At 1415, the beta shift came to relieve the
current bridge crew. Jerran gave the helm up, reluctantly as usual, to
Midshipman Talo and headed for the turbolift. On his way to his quarters,
he met up with ENS Cartwright who greeted him with a smile and followed
him down the corridor.
 
"So, what are you going to call it?" she said as they entered his room and
she plopped herself down on his couch in front of the window.
 
"Call what?" he said with a smile as he walked over to the replicator and
ordered a couple cups of raktageno, handing one to her as he returned and
sat down next to her.
 
"That maneuver you did, silly. Everyone on the entire ship is talking
about how you saved the day! I was thinking of something on the lines of
the Jerran Variant to the Picard Maneuver, but I can't exactly see someone
order something that takes that long to say in a crisis situation. And so
I decided that it should be simply called the Jerran Maneuver."
 
He chuckled as he took a sip of the raktageno and said, "Oh, you decided.
And what about Admiral Picard? No mention of his tactic from which this
derives?"
 
"Wel, I guess we could let it be known by the long version in the
textbooks, and the short version by practice. That way, everyone's happy,
and you get the first notch of success in what will surely become as great
if not better a better carreer. They'll remember you in one breath with
all the other great Captain's in history, Christopher, Kirk, Sulu, Picard,
and Jerran!"
 
"Aren't you getting a bit carried away? I haven't even gotten my second
full pip yet and you're already sitting me in the Captain's Hall of Fame,"
he said with a slight smile, thinking about the train of thought he had a
couple of hours ago about his ambitions toward command.
 
She sighed, exhasperated at the Vulcan humility he insisted on expressing
every chance he got and said, "I suppose your right. I'm just proud of
you." She took a sip of her drink as she pulled off her boots and pulled
her feet up onto the couch.
 
He leaned over and stole a kiss from her and said, "Yes, I know, and I
appreciate it."
 
She smiled back at him and said, "So, what's for dinner? Will you make me
some hasparat? The replicators do no justice to your mother's recipe."
 
"Sure," he said with a slight chuckle. "But first, there's something I
have to attend to real quick." He walked back to his room and returned
with the ceremonial lantern he had used during his mourning of Kalani's
death.
 
"Oh," Jennifer said, understanding her friend completely, and
acknowledgin that understanding with one simple word. "I'm sure she'll
appreciate it very much."
 
Jerran nodded and said, "It's the least I could do after the way she
helped me get over the death of Kalani. Now it is my turn to repay the
debt."
 
He then walked out and headed down the hall a short ways till he reached
LT Jenn's quarters.. Luckily, no one answered when he activated the
buzzer, so he keyed in his security code and opened the door, staying just
long enough to place the lantern in the center of the room, along with a
PADD containing the words to the Bajoran death chant.
 
He returned to his quarters and said, "Now, to the hasparat," a slight
smile crossing his face as he looked over at ENS Cartwright sitting on the
couch.
 
<NRPG>
So, which way is EPSILON again? It's been so long since we've been back
there that I had almost forgotten ;)
 
Kristin: I hope Krysa has a few hours to spare, cause she's gonna need it
for that death chant ;)
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<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Engineering... Repairs... Etc.</h3>
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Jason Bostjancic 6-30-1996</h4>
MD: 5.1500<br>
Scene: Jefferies tube J10<br>
 
"Damn pilots... always <grunt> pushing the envelope..... but
never seem to... <argh>."
 
Worried about inturrupting the CEO, Ens. Jerrad meekly
pipes up in what was supposed to be an assertive voice, but ends
up rather mousish.
 
"Sir, umm.. are you all right... sir?"
 
Koreth dosen't even look back, "Fine ensign. Just fine." more than a
note of sarcasm is evident. "Mr. Jerran and his 'JERRAN MANEUVER'
nearly blew all the inertial dampeners.... <grunt>."
 
The partial klingon tries again to fit into a spot that was definately intended
for someone smaller. Finally Koreth crawls back out.
 
"Mr. Jerrad your new job is to replace the biocircuts in these confounded
cubby holes they call 'pathways' and get the primary dampeners back on line."
 
"Aye sir." The ACEO nearly dives in.
 
<nowiki><Blee boop......Zane to Koreth></nowiki>
 
"Koreth here."
 
<nowiki><I have a little addition I'd like you to start considering for the bridge
Mr. Koreth... if you could meet with me. It's not priority.></nowiki>
 
Tarrant turns and looks back into the tube where the smaller Jerrad is
working away.
 
'The choices are just staggering'
 
"Aye sir, on my way."
 
15 minutes later...............<br>
Scene: Captain's Ready Room<br>
 
".... so you see Lieutenant, I want something more authoritative. I'm
no interior decorator, but I need something that gives me a clearer view
of everything and that says.... *CAPTAIN*."
 
The CEO looks at Zane trying to determine if he's truly serious.
Starting slowly Tarrant begins speaking, "Well... I guess we can break
a few rules concerning alteration of ship bridges and do it... but I'll
have to wait till we get back at Epsilon..."
 
"Excellent Lieutenant. "
 
<NRPG>
 
Anything else Captain?
 
As for that crack about the SOLAR class looking like it backed
into something... I haven't forgotten that.
 
Respectfully,<br>
Jason<br>
 
Lieutenant Cmdr. Tirrin Vorak - OPS/2O - USS SERAPIS <-- A SOLAR CLASS!!<br>
Lieutenant Tarrant L. Koreth - CEO - USS FEYNMAN<br>
 
"Quoth the Raven 'Nevermore'"
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