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-CMDR Nigel Straun, TACFLEET Liason Officer, INDIGO FLEET<br> | -CMDR Nigel Straun, TACFLEET Liason Officer, INDIGO FLEET<br> | ||
-CMDR Horatio Sinclair, Fleet Intelligence Officer, BLUE FLEET<br> | -CMDR Horatio Sinclair, Fleet Intelligence Officer, BLUE FLEET<br> | ||
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: The Eye of the Storm</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Kristen Gant 7-28-1996</h4> | |||
Stardate: 80728.1104<br> | |||
Scene: Bridge<br> | |||
MD 5.1245<br> | |||
Zane motioned for a security team to head down to engineering as there was | |||
no report from Lt. Koreth. Then the rest of the bridge staff went into | |||
action. | |||
Medical staff had already stepped onto the bridge and were checking out | |||
Ens. Allard and Cmdr. Maril as Krysa straightened her uniform and took her | |||
place at Ops while security gathered up the four pirates to take them to | |||
the brig. “I’ll show you cute,” she muttered. | |||
Jerran chuckled, “Well, you can’t fault him for pointing out the obvious.” | |||
Krysa shot him a look. “Don’t start with me, Terri,” she said sternly, but | |||
he could tell by her smile, that she was pleased at the sideways | |||
compliment. | |||
“Sir the three ships are still waiting. Perhaps for a signal from the | |||
intruders,” Jerran reported. | |||
“We can’t take much more from them, sir.” Jenn said, her face furrowed in a | |||
frown. “Shields are still off-line, and without any help from engineering | |||
we’re sitting pretty helpless.” | |||
Zane nodded, “Mr. Jerran, can you get us drifting. I want to appear more | |||
then helpless.” | |||
“Aye, sir,” said Jerran with a grin. Playing helpless was easy. | |||
“I’m fine,” came a growl behind them. The turned to see Ens. Allard, | |||
pushing away the medical team. He shook his head a bit and stood to take | |||
his station. Zane looked at him questioningly. | |||
“I’m fine, sir. Honest. It was only a stun setting.” | |||
Zane looked at the med tech who shrugged, not willing to make an issue out | |||
of it. It was true Allard had only been stunned. And while the medical | |||
officers liked to check out stun victims thoroughly, it wasn’t very often | |||
an option on Starships. “Very well, Ens. See what you can do about our | |||
weapons systems.” | |||
Regards,<br> | |||
Lt. Krysa Jenn<br> | |||
****<br> | |||
NRPG: I know it’s not one of my better posts, but I missed all the good | |||
stuff :) I know, I know, it’ll serve me right for having a fun filled day | |||
of *shudder* yard work :) But today will make up for it :) :) We are going | |||
to the little festival put on by our ‘burb... Merri-go-rounds and bumper | |||
cars, don’t ya know.... | |||
So anyway, this is my little attempt to stay in the swing of things :) | |||
Kristen | |||