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<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Staffing</h3>
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Mike Dailey<br>
Mike Dailey<br>
Splatter2@qtm.net<br>
Splatter2@qtm.net<br>
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Fish Out of Water...</h3>
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by
Joseph Baker 7-9-1996</h4>
SD: 80709.1935 (GMT)<br>
SLD: 2.1330<br>
Scene: FCO's quarters<br>


<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: How About a Swim?</h3>
"I think the cadets are coming along rather well," ENS Cartwright said as
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Kristen Gant 7-10-1996</h4>
she and Jerran walked into his room. He immediately went over to his
Stardate: 80710<br>
bedroom to change out of the flight jumpsuit he was wearing and into a
Scene: Holodeck 3<br>
regular duty uniform for the briefing in a half an hour. "I'm glad the
SLD: 2.1330 (Mission briefing is at 2.1400 right?)<br>
Training Corp let decided to let them stay for the next mission."


Krysa had barely finished initializing her holo-novel when she got a
As Jerran washed up and put on a new shirt, he nodded and said, "Yeah, but
message from Commander Zane that she needed to have her briefing program
I'd still prefer to get some real pilots for this next mission. If the
ready for the mission briefing. She had almost forgotten. Kavan’s novel
tone of CMDR Maril's voice on that message about the briefing was any
would have to wait. She stored that program and brought out her briefing
indication, we might need them. Computer, list messages."
program. After about a couple hours of finishing touches she felt it was
ready. She called Bat and he met her at the Holodeck.


“You look tired, Bat.”
[One message forwarded by WO1 Charles Dunnon, originally from ENS Allard.]


“Oh please, don’t remind me. I took some of the guys down to Epsilon last
"Ah, our new security chief. Play message."
night. They had to kick us out sometime this morning. I am tired!”


Krysa chuckled. “Well, I hope you’re up for this.”
As he got dressed, the FCO listened to the CSO's message concerning
beefing up the flight department with other types of fighters. He raised
an eyebrow but made no comment till the message had played out.
"Computer, response to ENS Allard's message as follows: Suggestions noted
and appreciated. However, in the future, any comments and suggestions
dealing with the flight department should be sent directly to me. End
Message."


“I wouldn’t think of letting you down,” he said with a grin, attempting to
"Wasn't that a little harsh?" Jennifer said as she plopped herself down on
push the late night/early morning look from his face. “I’m ready when you
the couch. "Afterall, this probably is his first deep space assignment."
are.” he asked her.


She nodded, “Computer, run briefing program Jenn One.”
"True, but he's got to learn this from someone. Better it be me and my
style than for him to do the exact same thing with someone like LT Koreth
and end up getting his head bitten off for it."


<Program now running. Enter when ready.>
He walked over and kissed Jennifer before walking towards the door. As he
was about to leave, she said, "Speaking of the CEO, scuttlebut is that you
had better stay out of engineering for a while. That maneuver you did
blew out quite a few SIF and IDF relays, and so you are not exactly on his
list of favorite people."


Krysa walked through the open doorway into a small room, followed closely
"Oh, I guess you're right. As soon as the meeting is over, I'll go down
by Bat. On one wall was a long table with eight PADD’s set out. On the
and help put together some of the damage I created. A couple of the new
wall opposite the Arch was an open door way with a blue shimmering energy
shuttles should be arriving sometime around then, so you'll have to get
field blocking it.
them and catalog them."


<Good Morning, Krysa,> came her own voice over the speakers, <Please take
"Aye, sir," she said with a mock salute from the couch as he walked out
a PADD and enter through the blue doorway.>
toward the holodeck.


Bat smiled, “Much better then the old computer voice,”
<nowiki>---------------------------------------------</nowiki><br>
Scene: Holodeck<br>


<Good Morning, Bat> Krysa’s voice said again, <Welcome to today’s mission
Considering the holonovel LT Jenn was working on this morning when LTJG
briefing.>
Jerran had passed by her in the hallway, he was somewhat expecting to see
dragons floating around the sky scape as he walked into the holodeck, but
was instead surprised to see the table with the PADDs sitting near the
blue glowing door.


Krysa chuckled. She picked up a PADD and motioned for Bat to head through
He picked up a PADD and walked towards the door, thinking it was a
the doorway.
forcefield. He touched it lightly with his hand and felt it go through
water. Smiling, he walked through the threshhold, holding his breath.


“Why do you need a special PADD?” asked Bat.
As a half Vulcan, he was too genetically inclined to swim underwater,
usually, let alone breath under it, but when one of the finned humanoids
came up and told him it was alright to breath, he tried it. It was
somewhat difficult to breath, but he got used to it rather quickly and
followed the mermaid to the briefing area. He decided this was probably
payback for making the crew walk up the steps of Mount Seleya in Vulcan's
thin, dry atmosphere.


“You’ll see,” she said with a grin.
When he arrived, he watched as LT Koreth dismounted his sea horse, and
 
gave the CEO a slight, apologetic smile as he wandered over to the buffet
“Ladies, first,” he objected.
table which the OPS officer was already conspicuously attacking, as was
 
usual. Jerran was glad to see that the death of her husband hadn't killed
“Not this time, my friend,” she smiled.
Krysa's appetite. He got a few seafood delicacies and sat down at the
 
table, awaiting the arrival of the rest of the senior officers.
Bat shrugged, “I should know better by now,” he murmured more to himself
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then to her. He always seemed to be the guinea pig for these little
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briefing programs. Then he walked through the door and disappeared from
* jobaker@chuma.cas.usf.edu      *    jbaker@deans2.cas.usf.edu          *
her view. Krysa followed him immediately stepping through the doorway.
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* Raneov Stefanh e-Annhwi tr'Khnialmnae, CO, HgR Ja'telaih, TOS TREKMUSE  *
* LTJG Jerran Terel, FCO, USS FEYNMAN, alt.starfleet.rpg                  *
* ENS Logan Knight, CEO, USS TSUNAMI, alt.starfleet.rpg                    *
* Dr. Alexa Denora, Sci Admin, Kachaira III Colony, alt.starfleet.rpg      *
****************************************************************************
* Daisemi'in rhhaensuriuu            * Of the Chief parts of the          *
* meillunsiateve                    * Ruling Passion only this            *
* rh'e Mnhei'sahe yie ahr'en:        * Can be truly said:                  *
* Mnahe afw'ein qiuu,                * Hate has a reason for everything    *
* rh'e hweithnaef                    * But love is unreasonable            *
* mrht Heis'he ehl'ein qiuu          * --Rihannsu Proverb                  *
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<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: How About a Swim?</h3>
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Kristen Gant 7-10-1996</h4>
Stardate: 80710<br>
Scene: Holodeck 3<br>
SLD: 2.1330 (Mission briefing is at 2.1400 right?)<br>


She was immediately immersed in water standing on a small ledge. She
Krysa had barely finished initializing her holo-novel when she got a
could feel the water as soft currents carried it like a breeze around her.
message from Commander Zane that she needed to have her briefing program
Yet she was breathing normally. She looked around, to see a muscular
ready for the mission briefing. She had almost forgotten. Kavan’s novel
merman standing there motioning for her to follow him. <If you will follow
would have to wait. She stored that program and brought out her briefing
me.> he said telepathically.
program. After about a couple hours of finishing touches she felt it was
ready. She called Bat and he met her at the Holodeck.


She smiled, pleased with the final full effect of her program. She looked
“You look tired, Bat.”
beyond the ledge to see Bat having a grand time swimming through the 3D
aqua world, doing flips and rolls along with a pretty mermaid. She
laughed, glad to see he was enjoying it.


“So what do you think,” She called. While she could talk under the water,
“Oh please, don’t remind me. I took some of the guys down to Epsilon last
her voice was slightly distorted.
night. They had to kick us out sometime this morning. I am tired!”


He swam over to her, followed by the mermaid, and landed his feet on the
Krysa chuckled. “Well, I hope you’re up for this.”
ledge next to her. “I love it! So I take it the PADD’s are waterproof?”
Krysa nodded and he continued, “How is it that we can talk and breath
under all this water?” he asked with the same distorted effect on his
voice.


“Because you are with an Imarian Aquine,” she said with a smile.
“I wouldn’t think of letting you down,” he said with a grin, attempting to
push the late night/early morning look from his face. “I’m ready when you
are.” he asked her.


“A what?” then looking at the mermaid, he said, “Her? The mermaid?”
She nodded, “Computer, run briefing program Jenn One.”


Krysa nodded, “Pretty close, Bat. Actually she is an Imarian Aquine from
<Program now running. Enter when ready.>
the planet Imari. It is a planet much like Earth, being over 50% water.
However, there are two sentient species on the planet. One being the
Aquines,” she said motioning at their escorts, “and the other being the
Avines. Both are humanoid, except that the Aquines have gills as well as
lungs and the Avines have wings as well as arms. If we were on land
meeting the ‘merman’, you wouldn’t even know he was a merman. They only
have their tails when immersed in water.”


“Can’t say as I’ve ever met one.”
Krysa walked through the open doorway into a small room, followed closely
by Bat. On one wall was a long table with eight PADD’s set out. On the
wall opposite the Arch was an open door way with a blue shimmering energy
field blocking it.


Krysa smiled, “No, not likely, they are very new members of our
<Good Morning, Krysa,> came her own voice over the speakers, <Please take
Federation.”
a PADD and enter through the blue doorway.>


“Course that still doesn’t explain how I can breath down here.”
Bat smiled, “Much better then the old computer voice,”


“Actually it does,” she said smiling, “Each Imarian Aquine can ‘breath’
<Good Morning, Bat> Krysa’s voice said again, <Welcome to today’s mission
for approximately two or three non-Aquines. I’m not really sure of the
briefing.>
biology behind it. Perhaps Dr. Glin’kharr could explain it; I can’t. I
just know that it works. So as long as you’re with your escort, you should
have no problem breathing,” she assured him, “So it’s fun, isn’t it?”


“That it is,” he said stepping off the ledge as he did a few more spins
Krysa chuckled. She picked up a PADD and motioned for Bat to head through
through the water. “So where are we holding this meeting?” She pointed
the doorway.
down toward a dark cavern where another muscular merman sat guarding the
entrance. It was the only cave entrance so should be difficult for her
fellow crewmates to follow.


The two swam down to the merman who meet them, “Good tide, Krysa. The
“Why do you need a special PADD?” asked Bat.
meeting awaits you.” He bowed gallantly to the Betazoid woman and then
turned to Bat, “Good tide to you as well, Sir.”


Bat and Krysa nodded and swam into the cavern which was lit by luminescent
“You’ll see,” she said with a grin.
rocks which lined portions of the walls.


They continued down the lit tunnel until the came to a large cavern where
“Ladies, first,” he objected.
a conference table had been set up. Bat’s buffet table was set up as well,
waiting for him to come up with a few surprises to place upon it.


“How do you expect me to set a table down here. My liver pate would be
“Not this time, my friend,” she smiled.
ruined, not to mention those cute little sandwiches I spent all morning
 
cutting,” he said chuckling. “I can just see them floating through the
Bat shrugged, “I should know better by now,” he murmured more to himself
water now.”
then to her. He always seemed to be the guinea pig for these little
briefing programs. Then he walked through the door and disappeared from
her view. Krysa followed him immediately stepping through the doorway.


“Hmm,” she said with a raised eyebrow, “I’m sure you can come up with
She was immediately immersed in water standing on a small ledge. She
something suited to the decor.”
could feel the water as soft currents carried it like a breeze around her.
Yet she was breathing normally. She looked around, to see a muscular
merman standing there motioning for her to follow him. <If you will follow
me.> he said telepathically.


“Sure... but will anyone eat it.” Then he glance at her, “...besides you,
She smiled, pleased with the final full effect of her program. She looked
my dear.”
beyond the ledge to see Bat having a grand time swimming through the 3D
aqua world, doing flips and rolls along with a pretty mermaid. She
laughed, glad to see he was enjoying it.


Krysa laughed and swam over to the table to help Bat prepare his part of
“So what do you think,” She called. While she could talk under the water,
this briefing.
her voice was slightly distorted.


Regards,<br>
He swam over to her, followed by the mermaid, and landed his feet on the
Lt. Krysa Jenn<br>
ledge next to her. “I love it! So I take it the PADD’s are waterproof?”
****<br>
Krysa nodded and he continued, “How is it that we can talk and breath
NRPG: Enjoy!! I was in need of a good swim :)<br>
under all this water?” he asked with the same distorted effect on his
voice.


BTW, I did not create the Imarian Aquine race nor their planet. They were
“Because you are with an Imarian Aquine,” she said with a smile.
created by a friend of mine, Judi Marko, for a character she plays in
another RP group. I thought they were fun, so here it is. Have fun ! :)


Kristen
“A what?” then looking at the mermaid, he said, “Her? The mermaid?”
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: A Whole New World</h3>
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Jason Bostjancic 7-10-1996</h4>
SD: 80710


As normal, the Feynman CEO completely disregarded the
Krysa nodded, “Pretty close, Bat. Actually she is an Imarian Aquine from
shore leave orders. There was always work to be done. After the
the planet Imari. It is a planet much like Earth, being over 50% water.
last mission he had to replace one of the structural integrity
However, there are two sentient species on the planet. One being the
field generators. And Tarrant cursed Jerran's name every second
Aquines,” she said motioning at their escorts, “and the other being the
of it. Not so much out of jealousy, but because of the absolute
Avines. Both are humanoid, except that the Aquines have gills as well as
lack of thought at what his manuever almost did. The backup
lungs and the Avines have wings as well as arms. If we were on land
SIF was at 14% when they finally pulled out of the little maneuver.
meeting the ‘merman’, you wouldn’t even know he was a merman. They only
Had Tarrant not have been at an Engineering Panel, the Feynman
have their tails when immersed in water.”
would have been no more.


Then there was the Captain's new chair. That was something a
“Can’t say as I’ve ever met one.”
little more interesting to build. A tungsten-duranium alloy would
provide the support needed for what Tarrant had in mind. The
chair itself would have 360 deg. rotation. And a special addition,
a PGR (Personal Gravity Restraint). Emitters throughout the chair
would produce a type of gravity beam that would keep the Captain
in his chair should the ship be thrown about. All he would have to do
would be to touch a ergonomically placed button on the left arm. Or
he could set it for automatic use.


Now though the CEO found himself heading to holodeck 3. The
Krysa smiled, “No, not likely, they are very new members of our
future awaited, and he was a little hungry for action. Probably
Federation.”
the Klingon part of him coming out a little, and the fact that
he missed being at tactical when the Cardassian's arrived.


Scene: Holodeck 3<br>
“Course that still doesn’t explain how I can breath down here.”
MD: 2:1350<br>


Tarrant stepped through the arch and found himself in another room.
“Actually it does,” she said smiling, “Each Imarian Aquine can ‘breath’
<Gasp> At the far side he saw the blue opening. After the last
for approximately two or three non-Aquines. I’m not really sure of the
few briefings this time Tarrant came prepared... almost. Carefully
biology behind it. Perhaps Dr. Glin’kharr could explain it; I can’t. I
the CEO let his hand enter the blueish substance and felt wet.
just know that it works. So as long as you’re with your escort, you should
Removing it, it came out dry. A few wavy figures could be seen inside.
have no problem breathing,” she assured him, “So it’s fun, isn’t it?”


"At least we won't be dripping throught the ship after this."
“That it is,” he said stepping off the ledge as he did a few more spins
through the water. “So where are we holding this meeting?” She pointed
down toward a dark cavern where another muscular merman sat guarding the
entrance. It was the only cave entrance so should be difficult for her
fellow crewmates to follow.


Then he realized that Krysa would probably stop anyone from
The two swam down to the merman who meet them, “Good tide, Krysa. The
altering her little world with a PADD inside. Water, even holographic,
meeting awaits you.” He bowed gallantly to the Betazoid woman and then
could be programmed to render equipment useless.
turned to Bat, “Good tide to you as well, Sir.”


After remembering the Flying Carpet incident during the Egypt
Bat and Krysa nodded and swam into the cavern which was lit by luminescent
holobriefing where he slammed into the Great Pyramid, Tarrant
rocks which lined portions of the walls.
pondered his next choice carefully. Finally he gave in.


After a moment he accessed some of the commands and brought
They continued down the lit tunnel until the came to a large cavern where
out something more to his style, then he entered the waterworld.
a conference table had been set up. Bat’s buffet table was set up as well,
waiting for him to come up with a few surprises to place upon it.


"Good Tide, Sir." Announced the fishy figure.
“How do you expect me to set a table down here. My liver pate would be
ruined, not to mention those cute little sandwiches I spent all morning
cutting,” he said chuckling. “I can just see them floating through the
water now.”


Tarrant found himself floating in water. Worse, he could never
“Hmm,” she said with a raised eyebrow, “I’m sure you can come up with
swim all that well. He started to panic a little before he realized that he
something suited to the decor.”
could take a breath.


(Good old Krysa) Thought Tarrant. Then he looked around
“Sure... but will anyone eat it.” Then he glance at her, “...besides you,
and found his transportation. His little addition.
my dear.”


To his right was a Giant Seahorse, perfect for the partial klingon
Krysa laughed and swam over to the table to help Bat prepare his part of
to jump on. To its right another merfolk had saddled himself on one
this briefing.
of the creatures.


"Your steed sir. I will be your escort."
Regards,<br>
Lt. Krysa Jenn<br>
****<br>
NRPG: Enjoy!! I was in need of a good swim :)<br>


...............<br>
BTW, I did not create the Imarian Aquine race nor their planet. They were
created by a friend of mine, Judi Marko, for a character she plays in
another RP group. I thought they were fun, so here it is. Have fun ! :)


A smile, a true smile, was glued to Tarrant's face. The Sea Horse
Kristen
was absolutely perfect. Instead of rushing directly to the cave,
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: A Whole New World</h3>
the CEO touk a roundabout course checking out the other
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Jason Bostjancic 7-10-1996</h4>
sea life. His programmed escort continued to try and get him to
SD: 80710
the cave ahead, but wouldn't leave his side.


Tarrant had never thought of water as fun before, nor did he
As normal, the Feynman CEO completely disregarded the
ever really care for sea life. But this was incredible.
shore leave orders. There was always work to be done. After the
last mission he had to replace one of the structural integrity
field generators. And Tarrant cursed Jerran's name every second
of it. Not so much out of jealousy, but because of the absolute
lack of thought at what his manuever almost did. The backup
SIF was at 14% when they finally pulled out of the little maneuver.
Had Tarrant not have been at an Engineering Panel, the Feynman
would have been no more.
 
Then there was the Captain's new chair. That was something a
little more interesting to build. A tungsten-duranium alloy would
provide the support needed for what Tarrant had in mind. The
chair itself would have 360 deg. rotation. And a special addition,
a PGR (Personal Gravity Restraint). Emitters throughout the chair
would produce a type of gravity beam that would keep the Captain
in his chair should the ship be thrown about. All he would have to do
would be to touch a ergonomically placed button on the left arm. Or
he could set it for automatic use.


Finally he entered the cave, and dismounted. "Good boy" blurbed
Now though the CEO found himself heading to holodeck 3. The
Tarrant as he patted the Sea Horse.
future awaited, and he was a little hungry for action. Probably
the Klingon part of him coming out a little, and the fact that
he missed being at tactical when the Cardassian's arrived.


Entering the conference area, Tarrant spotted the OPS officer and
Scene: Holodeck 3<br>
gave her a deep "Good Tide, Krysa."
MD: 2:1350<br>


<NRPG>
Tarrant stepped through the arch and found himself in another room.
<Gasp> At the far side he saw the blue opening. After the last
few briefings this time Tarrant came prepared... almost. Carefully
the CEO let his hand enter the blueish substance and felt wet.
Removing it, it came out dry. A few wavy figures could be seen inside.


Now back to my little hurricane. BERTHA.
"At least we won't be dripping throught the ship after this."


Respectfully,<br>
Then he realized that Krysa would probably stop anyone from
Jason<br>
altering her little world with a PADD inside. Water, even holographic,
could be programmed to render equipment useless.


Lieutenant Cmdr. Tirrin Vorak - OPS/2O - USS SERAPIS<br>
After remembering the Flying Carpet incident during the Egypt
Lieutenant Tarrant L. Koreth - CEO - USS FEYNMAN<br>
holobriefing where he slammed into the Great Pyramid, Tarrant
pondered his next choice carefully. Finally he gave in.


"Quoth the Raven 'Nevermore'"
After a moment he accessed some of the commands and brought
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Fish Out of Water...</h3>
out something more to his style, then he entered the waterworld.
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by
Joseph Baker 7-9-1996</h4>
SD: 80709.1935 (GMT)<br>
SLD: 2.1330<br>
Scene: FCO's quarters<br>


"I think the cadets are coming along rather well," ENS Cartwright said as
"Good Tide, Sir." Announced the fishy figure.
she and Jerran walked into his room. He immediately went over to his
bedroom to change out of the flight jumpsuit he was wearing and into a
regular duty uniform for the briefing in a half an hour. "I'm glad the
Training Corp let decided to let them stay for the next mission."


As Jerran washed up and put on a new shirt, he nodded and said, "Yeah, but
Tarrant found himself floating in water. Worse, he could never
I'd still prefer to get some real pilots for this next mission. If the
swim all that well. He started to panic a little before he realized that he
tone of CMDR Maril's voice on that message about the briefing was any
could take a breath.
indication, we might need them. Computer, list messages."


[One message forwarded by WO1 Charles Dunnon, originally from ENS Allard.]
(Good old Krysa) Thought Tarrant. Then he looked around
and found his transportation. His little addition.


"Ah, our new security chief. Play message."
To his right was a Giant Seahorse, perfect for the partial klingon
to jump on. To its right another merfolk had saddled himself on one
of the creatures.


As he got dressed, the FCO listened to the CSO's message concerning
"Your steed sir. I will be your escort."
beefing up the flight department with other types of fighters. He raised
an eyebrow but made no comment till the message had played out.
"Computer, response to ENS Allard's message as follows: Suggestions noted
and appreciated. However, in the future, any comments and suggestions
dealing with the flight department should be sent directly to me. End
Message."


"Wasn't that a little harsh?" Jennifer said as she plopped herself down on
...............<br>
the couch. "Afterall, this probably is his first deep space assignment."


"True, but he's got to learn this from someone. Better it be me and my
A smile, a true smile, was glued to Tarrant's face. The Sea Horse
style than for him to do the exact same thing with someone like LT Koreth
was absolutely perfect. Instead of rushing directly to the cave,
and end up getting his head bitten off for it."
the CEO touk a roundabout course checking out the other
sea life. His programmed escort continued to try and get him to
the cave ahead, but wouldn't leave his side.


He walked over and kissed Jennifer before walking towards the door. As he
Tarrant had never thought of water as fun before, nor did he
was about to leave, she said, "Speaking of the CEO, scuttlebut is that you
ever really care for sea life. But this was incredible.
had better stay out of engineering for a while. That maneuver you did
blew out quite a few SIF and IDF relays, and so you are not exactly on his
list of favorite people."


"Oh, I guess you're right. As soon as the meeting is over, I'll go down
Finally he entered the cave, and dismounted. "Good boy" blurbed
and help put together some of the damage I created. A couple of the new
Tarrant as he patted the Sea Horse.
shuttles should be arriving sometime around then, so you'll have to get
 
them and catalog them."
Entering the conference area, Tarrant spotted the OPS officer and
gave her a deep "Good Tide, Krysa."
 
<NRPG>


"Aye, sir," she said with a mock salute from the couch as he walked out
Now back to my little hurricane. BERTHA.
toward the holodeck.


<nowiki>---------------------------------------------</nowiki><br>
Respectfully,<br>
Scene: Holodeck<br>
Jason<br>


Considering the holonovel LT Jenn was working on this morning when LTJG
Lieutenant Cmdr. Tirrin Vorak - OPS/2O - USS SERAPIS<br>
Jerran had passed by her in the hallway, he was somewhat expecting to see
Lieutenant Tarrant L. Koreth - CEO - USS FEYNMAN<br>
dragons floating around the sky scape as he walked into the holodeck, but
was instead surprised to see the table with the PADDs sitting near the
blue glowing door.


He picked up a PADD and walked towards the door, thinking it was a
"Quoth the Raven 'Nevermore'"
forcefield. He touched it lightly with his hand and felt it go through
water. Smiling, he walked through the threshhold, holding his breath.


As a half Vulcan, he was too genetically inclined to swim underwater,
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Ready-room-->Swim</h3>
usually, let alone breath under it, but when one of the finned humanoids
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by
came up and told him it was alright to breath, he tried it. It was
Andrew Catterick 7-10-1996</h4>
somewhat difficult to breath, but he got used to it rather quickly and
SD:80710<br>
followed the mermaid to the briefing area. He decided this was probably
Scene: Ready-room<br>
payback for making the crew walk up the steps of Mount Seleya in Vulcan's
thin, dry atmosphere.


When he arrived, he watched as LT Koreth dismounted his sea horse, and
[....Commander I am very tired and this conversation is giving me
gave the CEO a slight, apologetic smile as he wandered over to the buffet
a headache. You have your shuttles but I will be investigating <nowiki>*all*</nowiki> of
table which the OPS officer was already conspicuously attacking, as was
usual. Jerran was glad to see that the death of her husband hadn't killed
Krysa's appetite. He got a few seafood delicacies and sat down at the
table, awaiting the arrival of the rest of the senior officers.
<pre style="font-weight: bold; background-color: #303030; color: #ccc7e1;">
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* jobaker@chuma.cas.usf.edu      *    jbaker@deans2.cas.usf.edu          *
****************************************************************************
* Raneov Stefanh e-Annhwi tr'Khnialmnae, CO, HgR Ja'telaih, TOS TREKMUSE  *
* LTJG Jerran Terel, FCO, USS FEYNMAN, alt.starfleet.rpg                  *
* ENS Logan Knight, CEO, USS TSUNAMI, alt.starfleet.rpg                    *
* Dr. Alexa Denora, Sci Admin, Kachaira III Colony, alt.starfleet.rpg      *
****************************************************************************
* Daisemi'in rhhaensuriuu            * Of the Chief parts of the          *
* meillunsiateve                    * Ruling Passion only this            *
* rh'e Mnhei'sahe yie ahr'en:        * Can be truly said:                  *
* Mnahe afw'ein qiuu,                * Hate has a reason for everything    *
* rh'e hweithnaef                    * But love is unreasonable            *
* mrht Heis'he ehl'ein qiuu          * --Rihannsu Proverb                  *
****************************************************************************
</pre>
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Ready-room-->Swim</h3>
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by
Andrew Catterick 7-10-1996</h4>
SD:80710<br>
Scene: Ready-room<br>
 
[....Commander I am very tired and this conversation is giving me
a headache. You have your shuttles but I will be investigating <nowiki>*all*</nowiki> of
the facts as to just why you need so many replacements at one time. And
the facts as to just why you need so many replacements at one time. And
if I find even a suspicion of negligence on your part or by any one under
if I find even a suspicion of negligence on your part or by any one under
Line 4,431: Line 4,431:
-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: Before Entering</h3>
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: In We Go!</h3>
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Max Felsher 7-2-1996</h4>
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by  
Andrew Catterick 7-20-1996</h4>
SD: 80720.0730<br>
MD: 4.0600<br>
Scene: Bridge<br>


Meleah, sir," the android replied.  
Zane entered the bridge with great anticipation. Three days of
monotonous travel had taken its toll and he was thankful they had finally
arrived. He noticed that all the senior officers who had ALPHA watch were
already at their stations. It seemed they too were looking forward to the
next FEYNMAN adventure.


"Very well, Lieutenant Meleah. I would like to welcome you to the Feynman. We will probably need your skills very much on this mission. Once you get settled in, I would like you to report to my office at 1700 hours."
"We're approaching the Coalsack's perimeter." The FCO told him.


"Understood, sir."  
"Slow to impulse. And hold at 10,000km."


"Dismissed."  
"Aye sir." Jerran replied.


MD 1.1430 Bridge
"What's behind there, lieLutenant?"


Maril arrived back on the Bridge, noticing that Commander Zane had left. He also noticed that Lieutenants Jenn and Jerran were teasing each other, and so(partially because he was in a good mood and partially because he couldn't have Jenn sitting in the new chair while he just stood there), he interrupted them.  
"Sensors are having trouble penetrating the 'wall'." The OPS
officer replied as her fingers flew across her board.


"Ahh, I see you two are having a good time." Jenn looked up, and Jerran quickly started to study his console, with a glance to Jenn that seemed to say, 'Boy, are you gonna get it.'
"Lt Meleah?" Zane asked.


"Oh, hello, Commander," Jenn greeted him. "Would you mind telling us who our new Chief Science Officer is?"
"One moment sir." The new SCI, sitting at the bridge science
station began to fine tune the DELPHI Array. She had expected such a
problem and had already completed modifications.


"I think you'll meet her soon enough."
"Begining to receive some information now sir...." As Jenn began
to relay the information to the rest of the bridge, Zane pulled up her
diosplays on his arm console. It didn't look very inviting.


"Oh, come on, Commander."  
"Bridge to engineering."


"No, Lieutenant, I am not telling you who she is, and I suggest you get back to your station." Jenn did sit back down at her station, but she added, "So, it's a female." Maril could have kicked himself for saying "she" and "her", but he just grinned.  
[Koreth here.]


"Yes, she is." "Fine." <<<<NRPG:Ha, ha, ha, now I'm sitting in the new chair. Yes, Kristen, I know you thought you would have it forever, but being FO does have its perks(now Zane's gonna come and take the chair from Maril and Andy will note that being CO has even more perks<g>)
"Mr. Koreth are the two communication relay pods ready for
launch?"


MD 1.1700 First Officer's Office
[Yes sir. We're locked and loaded.]


As Maril looked over some information on the Coalsack, he heard the office's "doorbell".  
After the briefing the Admiral had sent out they had taken some
extra precautions one of which was to adjust two probes to become enhanced
communications relays. It had been decided that the FEYNMAN, on its
own would most likely lose contact with EPSILON after entering the sack
and that these two probes would, hopefully, allieviate this. The first
would be deployed here, just outside the sack and was essentially a
standard communications relay. The second would be deployed just inside
the sack. When discussing the idea the new SCI had suggested that the
storms and their resulting currents and eddies would most likely send the
relay thousands of kilometres away from its intended station thus negating
its effects. As a solution, Lt. Koreth had, with a little improvisation,
attached a small computer and engine to the probe which would keep it with
100km of its desired position.


"Enter," he commanded. Lieutenant Meleah walked through the doorway, then stood stiffly at attention in front of Maril's desk.
"Ensign Allard deploy probe 1."


"At ease, Lieutenant. Please, sit down." The android accepted the chair silently, and waited while Maril cleared his throat before he spoke.
"Probe one away."


"Well, Lieutenant, you are coming at a very opportune time. Our mission is to map the Coalsack, especially the many pirate bases in there. The DELPHI array, unlike most sensor arrays, can cut through the interference. However, it is still inhibited by it, and we will need up-to-the-minute reports. As you may know, the Coalsack is fraught with dangers, and we will need to avoid these as best we can. All of this, as well as the normal duties of the Chief Science Officer, will be part of your job. I would think it rather daunting."  
"Put me on ship wide Ensign."


"You may want to make modifications to the array, which of course you may do, with the authorization of the Captain and myself. Also, if you have any suggestions in preparing for the Coalsack, do not hesitate to talk to the Captain. We must be ready for anything."  
"Aye sir."


"Understood, sir," Meleah affirmed.  
"Attention all hands, this is the Captain. In a few moments we
will be entering the Coalsack. As I'm sure you are all aware it is a most
uninviting place. While the FEYNMAN is well suited to this environment we
can expect to be jostled around somewhat, especially upon entry. So grab
something solid and hold on. See you on the other side. Zane out." He
turned to face Maril. "Here we go."


"Good. Now, you may choose a new ASciO, or any other member of your staff, although your choices are basically limited to this ship, since we have left Starbase already. Your quarters are in room 0541. I suggest you make all of your changes soon, because, in less than two days, we are heading into the Coalsack. Oh, one more thing, Lieutenant. I was a Chief Science Officer before I rose to FO. I do know how it feels," Maril smiled.  
"Raise shields and go to yellow alert." The first officer
ordered.


"Dismissed."  
"Mr. Jerran take us in 1/4 impulse."


MD 4.0600
______________________________________________<br>
Scene: Bridge, USS PHOENIX<br>


Engineering Warrant Officer Samuel Redaso, a new officer just transferred from Epsilon, stood at a console, looking at the Feynman's emission outputs. They were rather low, though not undetectable. On his service record, everything before his assignment to Epsilon had been listed as *CLASSIFIED*. Everyone had just assumed that he had been on some intelligence mission before. Although he did have some experience in intelligence work, that wasn't why the record was classified. The classification had been made because WO Redaso had been in GREY Fleet before SILVER, and obviously they didn't want the Feynman knowing about that fact. Having known that a communications buoy would be dropped right outside the Coalsack, he had made some modifications. He knew that his GREY Fleet compatriots would want to destroy the buoy, but he had left a coded message in the buoy. He hoped it would convince them to not destroy the buoy. In his message, he pointed out that they would not only be able to tell what was happening to the Feynman, but they would also be able to read his encoded messages embedded in the Feynman communications. Redaso smiled. He had of course relayed the fact that there would be a double shield on the Feynman, but now he would also be able to tell them the new shield frequency. Redaso grinned inward. They didn't even know....  
"We've just received word from TYPHOON sir, FEYNMAN has
just entered the 'sack at position L-357."


The sun has met the sea, <br>
"Helm set course for the TYPHOON, warp 1. Signal the ARGONAUT and
Lt. Commander Onta Maril, <br>
the ROLLING THUNDER to join us there."
First Officer, USS Feynman, <br>
aka Max Felsher <br>


NRPG: Ooh, more ominous spy stuff, except now we know who it is. However, I don't think we should kill him yet. That would be too easy. :)
"Sensors have picked up a small probe left just outside the
'sack."


Ted: I still haven't gotten anything on the Helm section of the BrOT from you. :(
"A communications relay?" Tremaine asked.


Joseph: I was wondering if you have any NPC's you're not fond of. <G> I think Redaso's the kind of person who would get an accomplice(so he could blame someone else), and Flight Control and Engineering would be a good match of departments.
"Think so." His exec replied.
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Just Before Entering the Sack</h3>
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by
Melanie Pocknall 7-22-1996</h4>
SD: 80722.0600<br>
MD: 4.0608<br>
Place: Bridge (just before entering the sack)<br>


Lt. Meleah watched out the viewscreen while they entered the 'Sack.
"Can we access it?"
She was curious as to what they would find in there, at the same time as
hoping that her science staff were getting along with each other. During
one second, she remembered her meeting with Ens Loth, who appeared to have a
chip on his shoulder about something. He was currently seething about
Meleah starting her shift early because of the early time going into the
'Sack. He had been very nearly openly hostile towards Meleah, as had been
evident by his words.


"An android is replacing me!" he had said with disgust. "I
"Already working on it."
don't see why, I'm perfectly capable of doing the job."


"I do not doubt that you cannot do the job. But I have more
"Excellent." He leaned back in his chair smiling. Everything was
experience in the science field than you do."
proceeding to plan. In a few days they would have the information they
needed and in a few days more they'd be heroes. Pity that the FEYNMAN
might have to be 'removed'. The thought of firing on Starfleet officers
was not a pleasant one. Still, it was officers like them, so officious
and rigid that had put him and his crew in the position they were now in.
But not for long. His sources at Starfleet Command had told him that 5
new ships were being readied for launch. He meant to have one.


"That remains to be seen," Loth said snidely. "What are you
<<<NRPG>>>
doing about the roster?"


"I have checked over every crew member's record and decided to
Well let this wooden writing be a lesson to those of you who get up early
make a few changes. Lt(jg) Swanson is shown to be better
and try to be creative before coffee. Knew a few people going to the
qualified to have the position of ASCI. You have the option
Olympics and I was silly enough to stay up and watch the opening
of being the XO for any of the shifts or the CO for GAMMA shift."
ceremonies in the hopes of seeing them...my wife saw one.


"You're joking!" Loth exclaimed.
Melanie/Mike Dailey: Please note mission dates. The last few before this
one took place on or about MD:1.1400. This one is MD:4.0600, almost 3
days later. So we can assume that nothing of major import happened during
that time. However, any backposts such as Maril meeting Meleah would now
be out of sinc so the MD tells us right away where the post fits in to the
greater story-line. (Am I helping or confusing...I can smell the coffee
its almost done!)


"No, I am not."
Mike Dailey:I received a NRPG from you saying Here is my security
rostor...but there was no security roster!


"Well, I'm not working with you, that's for sure. Nor am I
The SHADOW Fleet: USS PHOENIX -SOLAR Class Capt. Tremaine<br>
working with Swansen. So I suppose I'll take the GAMMA shift,"
USS ARGONAUT -AGAMEMNON Class<br>
he said grudgingly. "Who'll the XO be?"
USS TYPHOON -STORM Class<br>
USS ROLLING THUNDER-Storm Class<br>


"MCPO Richards," Meleah stated without even consulting the
All: Ok were here lets get to work!
computer.


"Hmph," was all Loth said to that.
Respectfully,<br>
Andy<br>


Meleah had found Loth to be fairly disagreeable unlike her new ASCI
-LT.CMDR Tarsa Rogers, Unassigned<br>
who should have probably been a counselor. Nali Swansen had a knack for
-CMDR Zane, Commanding Officer, USS FEYNMAN<br>
getting along with people, and Meleah had decided that she would make a good
-CMDR Nigel Straun, TACFLEET Liason Officer, INDIGO FLEET<br>
assistant, especially with the reports she had been doing each day. Right
-CMDR Horatio Sinclair, Fleet Intelligence Officer, BLUE FLEET<br>
now, Nali was working with some engineers on the DELPHI array, just in case
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Before Entering</h3>
a subspace bubble needed to be initiated to protect the ship from any
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Max Felsher 7-21-1996</h4>
damaging warp bubbles. Meleah had read a few weeks ago about a mission
which the USS GAUSS had undertaken into a similiar coal-sack, and the
technique initiated by the XO and CEO to prevent structural damage. There
was no way Meleah was going to be under-prepared for this.


Unlike her job as press agent. The press had had a field day when
Meleah, sir," the android replied.  
they found out who was the SCI, and had asked her questions to which they
expectedan answer to because they thought that an android couldn't lie.
They were right about that, but they didn't know that Meleah had been told
which sort of questions to avoid so the press hadn't got any 'dirt' yet.


All of this Meleah reviewed in one second. Part of her was still
"Very well, Lieutenant Meleah. I would like to welcome you to the Feynman. We will probably need your skills very much on this mission. Once you get settled in, I would like you to report to my office at 1700 hours."
concentrating on the readings showing up on her console. For another
 
second, Meleah reviewed the meeting with Ens Allard about the phaser drill
"Understood, sir."
test. He had sort of seemed pleased with her keeping her qualifications up,
but had seemed surprised that she had gotten 100%, one of the few to do so.
He had thought, what else would you expect from an android, but he hadn't
said anything.


Meleah also remembered her first meeting with the rest of the staff.
"Dismissed."
Lt Jenn had seemed pleased to see another female as part of the senior
staff, and although Meleah has only basic emotions and not always good
character judgement, she thought that Krysa could become a good friend. Lt
Jerral had seemed a little hostile, and until Meleah was quietly told that
she had beaten his score on the phaser test, she did not know why the
Lieutenant might be feeling that way.


The FEYNMAN was now a couple of seconds closer to the 'Sack. Meleah
MD 1.1430 Bridge
hoped that Crysta, a part Bajoran, part Betazoid physics specialist who
looked after the child during ALPHA shift, had Cadence strapped in for the
trip. She had found the child to be an expert in escaping whichever room
she was in, and yesterday, had to pry her away from engineering where Ens
Jared had not been too pleased with a small child trying to investigate the
warp core.


The ship was now only a few seconds away from entering the 'Sack.
Maril arrived back on the Bridge, noticing that Commander Zane had left. He also noticed that Lieutenants Jenn and Jerran were teasing each other, and so(partially because he was in a good mood and partially because he couldn't have Jenn sitting in the new chair while he just stood there), he interrupted them.  
Meleah held onto the console with one hand while the other continued to
record information from the sensors.


<<SNIP>>
"Ahh, I see you two are having a good time." Jenn looked up, and Jerran quickly started to study his console, with a glance to Jenn that seemed to say, 'Boy, are you gonna get it.'
MD: 4.0612


The crew on the bridge watched as the shuttles were launched and
"Oh, hello, Commander," Jenn greeted him. "Would you mind telling us who our new Chief Science Officer is?"
proceeded to their designated positions. After a few minutes, Zane asked
Lt. Jenn whether the readings were any better.


"Yes, sir. The gas and dust is not providing us with much
"I think you'll meet her soon enough."  
interference any more."


----
"Oh, come on, Commander."
NRPG:


(I couldn't think of anything else to add!)
"No, Lieutenant, I am not telling you who she is, and I suggest you get back to your station." Jenn did sit back down at her station, but she added, "So, it's a female." Maril could have kicked himself for saying "she" and "her", but he just grinned.


Just giving everyone an insight into how Meleah works. I figured a back
"Yes, she is." "Fine." <<<<NRPG:Ha, ha, ha, now I'm sitting in the new chair. Yes, Kristen, I know you thought you would have it forever, but being FO does have its perks(now Zane's gonna come and take the chair from Maril and Andy will note that being CO has even more perks<g>)
post would put people out of sync with the rest of the story, so I
incorporated it into the current post, the first part of which is set just
before Joseph's post.


BTW: Lt(jg) Nali Swansen is the new ASCI, with Ens Loth (does he have a
MD 1.1700 First Officer's Office
first name?) relegated to 2SCI. Swansen will be a registered NPC, as will
MCPO Calab Crysta (female Bjrn/Btzd) who is in the physics science
department in BETA shift, and Cadence's babysitter in ALPHA shift.


Joseph: I hope Meleah getting 100% won't put Jerral's nose out of joint.
As Maril looked over some information on the Coalsack, he heard the office's "doorbell".  


Kristen: We might try to see how Meleah and Krysa get along <G>.
"Enter," he commanded. Lieutenant Meleah walked through the doorway, then stood stiffly at attention in front of Maril's desk.  


Sincerely yours,<br>
"At ease, Lieutenant. Please, sit down." The android accepted the chair silently, and waited while Maril cleared his throat before he spoke.  
Lt. Meleah, SCI, USS FEYNMAN, Silver Fleet.<br>


Melanie Pocknall.
"Well, Lieutenant, you are coming at a very opportune time. Our mission is to map the Coalsack, especially the many pirate bases in there. The DELPHI array, unlike most sensor arrays, can cut through the interference. However, it is still inhibited by it, and we will need up-to-the-minute reports. As you may know, the Coalsack is fraught with dangers, and we will need to avoid these as best we can. All of this, as well as the normal duties of the Chief Science Officer, will be part of your job. I would think it rather daunting."
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: In We Go!</h3>
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by
Andrew Catterick 7-20-1996</h4>
SD: 80720.0730<br>
MD: 4.0600<br>
Scene: Bridge<br>


Zane entered the bridge with great anticipation. Three days of
"You may want to make modifications to the array, which of course you may do, with the authorization of the Captain and myself. Also, if you have any suggestions in preparing for the Coalsack, do not hesitate to talk to the Captain. We must be ready for anything."
monotonous travel had taken its toll and he was thankful they had finally
arrived. He noticed that all the senior officers who had ALPHA watch were
already at their stations. It seemed they too were looking forward to the
next FEYNMAN adventure.


"We're approaching the Coalsack's perimeter." The FCO told him.
"Understood, sir," Meleah affirmed.  


"Slow to impulse. And hold at 10,000km."
"Good. Now, you may choose a new ASciO, or any other member of your staff, although your choices are basically limited to this ship, since we have left Starbase already. Your quarters are in room 0541. I suggest you make all of your changes soon, because, in less than two days, we are heading into the Coalsack. Oh, one more thing, Lieutenant. I was a Chief Science Officer before I rose to FO. I do know how it feels," Maril smiled.


"Aye sir." Jerran replied.
"Dismissed."  


"What's behind there, lieLutenant?"
MD 4.0600


"Sensors are having trouble penetrating the 'wall'." The OPS
Engineering Warrant Officer Samuel Redaso, a new officer just transferred from Epsilon, stood at a console, looking at the Feynman's emission outputs. They were rather low, though not undetectable. On his service record, everything before his assignment to Epsilon had been listed as *CLASSIFIED*. Everyone had just assumed that he had been on some intelligence mission before. Although he did have some experience in intelligence work, that wasn't why the record was classified. The classification had been made because WO Redaso had been in GREY Fleet before SILVER, and obviously they didn't want the Feynman knowing about that fact. Having known that a communications buoy would be dropped right outside the Coalsack, he had made some modifications. He knew that his GREY Fleet compatriots would want to destroy the buoy, but he had left a coded message in the buoy. He hoped it would convince them to not destroy the buoy. In his message, he pointed out that they would not only be able to tell what was happening to the Feynman, but they would also be able to read his encoded messages embedded in the Feynman communications. Redaso smiled. He had of course relayed the fact that there would be a double shield on the Feynman, but now he would also be able to tell them the new shield frequency. Redaso grinned inward. They didn't even know....  
officer replied as her fingers flew across her board.


"Lt Meleah?" Zane asked.
The sun has met the sea, <br>
Lt. Commander Onta Maril, <br>
First Officer, USS Feynman, <br>
aka Max Felsher <br>


"One moment sir." The new SCI, sitting at the bridge science
NRPG: Ooh, more ominous spy stuff, except now we know who it is. However, I don't think we should kill him yet. That would be too easy. :)
station began to fine tune the DELPHI Array. She had expected such a
problem and had already completed modifications.


"Begining to receive some information now sir...." As Jenn began
Ted: I still haven't gotten anything on the Helm section of the BrOT from you. :(
to relay the information to the rest of the bridge, Zane pulled up her
diosplays on his arm console. It didn't look very inviting.


"Bridge to engineering."
Joseph: I was wondering if you have any NPC's you're not fond of. <G> I think Redaso's the kind of person who would get an accomplice(so he could blame someone else), and Flight Control and Engineering would be a good match of departments.
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Just Before Entering the Sack</h3>
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by
Melanie Pocknall 7-22-1996</h4>
SD: 80722.0600<br>
MD: 4.0608<br>
Place: Bridge (just before entering the sack)<br>


[Koreth here.]
Lt. Meleah watched out the viewscreen while they entered the 'Sack.
She was curious as to what they would find in there, at the same time as
hoping that her science staff were getting along with each other. During
one second, she remembered her meeting with Ens Loth, who appeared to have a
chip on his shoulder about something. He was currently seething about
Meleah starting her shift early because of the early time going into the
'Sack. He had been very nearly openly hostile towards Meleah, as had been
evident by his words.


"Mr. Koreth are the two communication relay pods ready for
"An android is replacing me!" he had said with disgust. "I
launch?"
don't see why, I'm perfectly capable of doing the job."


[Yes sir. We're locked and loaded.]
"I do not doubt that you cannot do the job. But I have more
experience in the science field than you do."


After the briefing the Admiral had sent out they had taken some
"That remains to be seen," Loth said snidely. "What are you
extra precautions one of which was to adjust two probes to become enhanced
doing about the roster?"
communications relays. It had been decided that the FEYNMAN, on its
own would most likely lose contact with EPSILON after entering the sack
and that these two probes would, hopefully, allieviate this. The first
would be deployed here, just outside the sack and was essentially a
standard communications relay. The second would be deployed just inside
the sack. When discussing the idea the new SCI had suggested that the
storms and their resulting currents and eddies would most likely send the
relay thousands of kilometres away from its intended station thus negating
its effects. As a solution, Lt. Koreth had, with a little improvisation,
attached a small computer and engine to the probe which would keep it with
100km of its desired position.


"Ensign Allard deploy probe 1."
"I have checked over every crew member's record and decided to
make a few changes. Lt(jg) Swanson is shown to be better
qualified to have the position of ASCI. You have the option
of being the XO for any of the shifts or the CO for GAMMA shift."


"Probe one away."
"You're joking!" Loth exclaimed.


"Put me on ship wide Ensign."
"No, I am not."


"Aye sir."
"Well, I'm not working with you, that's for sure. Nor am I
working with Swansen. So I suppose I'll take the GAMMA shift,"
he said grudgingly. "Who'll the XO be?"


"Attention all hands, this is the Captain. In a few moments we
"MCPO Richards," Meleah stated without even consulting the
will be entering the Coalsack. As I'm sure you are all aware it is a most
computer.
uninviting place. While the FEYNMAN is well suited to this environment we
can expect to be jostled around somewhat, especially upon entry. So grab
something solid and hold on. See you on the other side. Zane out." He
turned to face Maril. "Here we go."


"Raise shields and go to yellow alert." The first officer
"Hmph," was all Loth said to that.
ordered.


"Mr. Jerran take us in 1/4 impulse."
Meleah had found Loth to be fairly disagreeable unlike her new ASCI
who should have probably been a counselor. Nali Swansen had a knack for
getting along with people, and Meleah had decided that she would make a good
assistant, especially with the reports she had been doing each day. Right
now, Nali was working with some engineers on the DELPHI array, just in case
a subspace bubble needed to be initiated to protect the ship from any
damaging warp bubbles. Meleah had read a few weeks ago about a mission
which the USS GAUSS had undertaken into a similiar coal-sack, and the
technique initiated by the XO and CEO to prevent structural damage. There
was no way Meleah was going to be under-prepared for this.


______________________________________________<br>
Unlike her job as press agent. The press had had a field day when
Scene: Bridge, USS PHOENIX<br>
they found out who was the SCI, and had asked her questions to which they
expectedan answer to because they thought that an android couldn't lie.
They were right about that, but they didn't know that Meleah had been told
which sort of questions to avoid so the press hadn't got any 'dirt' yet.


"We've just received word from TYPHOON sir, FEYNMAN has
All of this Meleah reviewed in one second. Part of her was still
just entered the 'sack at position L-357."
concentrating on the readings showing up on her console. For another
second, Meleah reviewed the meeting with Ens Allard about the phaser drill
test. He had sort of seemed pleased with her keeping her qualifications up,
but had seemed surprised that she had gotten 100%, one of the few to do so.
He had thought, what else would you expect from an android, but he hadn't
said anything.


"Helm set course for the TYPHOON, warp 1. Signal the ARGONAUT and
Meleah also remembered her first meeting with the rest of the staff.
the ROLLING THUNDER to join us there."
Lt Jenn had seemed pleased to see another female as part of the senior
staff, and although Meleah has only basic emotions and not always good
character judgement, she thought that Krysa could become a good friend. Lt
Jerral had seemed a little hostile, and until Meleah was quietly told that
she had beaten his score on the phaser test, she did not know why the
Lieutenant might be feeling that way.


"Sensors have picked up a small probe left just outside the
The FEYNMAN was now a couple of seconds closer to the 'Sack. Meleah
'sack."
hoped that Crysta, a part Bajoran, part Betazoid physics specialist who
 
looked after the child during ALPHA shift, had Cadence strapped in for the
"A communications relay?" Tremaine asked.
trip. She had found the child to be an expert in escaping whichever room
she was in, and yesterday, had to pry her away from engineering where Ens
Jared had not been too pleased with a small child trying to investigate the
warp core.


"Think so." His exec replied.
The ship was now only a few seconds away from entering the 'Sack.
Meleah held onto the console with one hand while the other continued to
record information from the sensors.


"Can we access it?"
<<SNIP>>
MD: 4.0612


"Already working on it."
The crew on the bridge watched as the shuttles were launched and
proceeded to their designated positions. After a few minutes, Zane asked
Lt. Jenn whether the readings were any better.


"Excellent." He leaned back in his chair smiling. Everything was
"Yes, sir. The gas and dust is not providing us with much
proceeding to plan. In a few days they would have the information they
interference any more."
needed and in a few days more they'd be heroes. Pity that the FEYNMAN
might have to be 'removed'. The thought of firing on Starfleet officers
was not a pleasant one. Still, it was officers like them, so officious
and rigid that had put him and his crew in the position they were now in.
But not for long. His sources at Starfleet Command had told him that 5
new ships were being readied for launch. He meant to have one.


<<<NRPG>>>
----
NRPG:


Well let this wooden writing be a lesson to those of you who get up early
(I couldn't think of anything else to add!)
and try to be creative before coffee. Knew a few people going to the
Olympics and I was silly enough to stay up and watch the opening
ceremonies in the hopes of seeing them...my wife saw one.


Melanie/Mike Dailey: Please note mission dates. The last few before this
Just giving everyone an insight into how Meleah works. I figured a back
one took place on or about MD:1.1400. This one is MD:4.0600, almost 3
post would put people out of sync with the rest of the story, so I
days later. So we can assume that nothing of major import happened during
incorporated it into the current post, the first part of which is set just
that time. However, any backposts such as Maril meeting Meleah would now
before Joseph's post.
be out of sinc so the MD tells us right away where the post fits in to the
greater story-line. (Am I helping or confusing...I can smell the coffee
its almost done!)


Mike Dailey:I received a NRPG from you saying Here is my security
BTW: Lt(jg) Nali Swansen is the new ASCI, with Ens Loth (does he have a
rostor...but there was no security roster!
first name?) relegated to 2SCI. Swansen will be a registered NPC, as will
MCPO Calab Crysta (female Bjrn/Btzd) who is in the physics science
department in BETA shift, and Cadence's babysitter in ALPHA shift.


The SHADOW Fleet: USS PHOENIX -SOLAR Class Capt. Tremaine<br>
Joseph: I hope Meleah getting 100% won't put Jerral's nose out of joint.
USS ARGONAUT -AGAMEMNON Class<br>
USS TYPHOON -STORM Class<br>
USS ROLLING THUNDER-Storm Class<br>


All: Ok were here lets get to work!
Kristen: We might try to see how Meleah and Krysa get along <G>.


Respectfully,<br>
Sincerely yours,<br>
Andy<br>
Lt. Meleah, SCI, USS FEYNMAN, Silver Fleet.<br>


-LT.CMDR Tarsa Rogers, Unassigned<br>
Melanie Pocknall.
-CMDR Zane, Commanding Officer, USS FEYNMAN<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: Once More Into the Breech, Old Friends...</h3>
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Once More Into the Breech, Old Friends...</h3>
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Joseph Baker 7-21-1996</h4>
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Joseph Baker 7-21-1996</h4>
Line 6,190: Line 6,190:
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Trespassers Will Be Prosecuted</h3>
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Trespassers Will Be Prosecuted</h3>
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by  
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by  
Andrew Catterick 7-1-1996</h4>
Andrew Catterick 7-26-1996</h4>
SD: 80726.0930<br>
SD: 80726.0930<br>
MD: 5.1208<br>
MD: 5.1208<br>
Line 6,274: Line 6,274:
"I guess we wait and hope for a hole. Any insights counselor?"
"I guess we wait and hope for a hole. Any insights counselor?"


"Despite outward appearances I would say he is very nervous. I
"Despite outward appearances I would say he is very nervous. I
don't think he wants us destroyed....in fact he is scared of this
don't think he wants us destroyed....in fact he is scared of this
possibility...there is definitly something he wants from us." Ensign Lee
possibility...there is definitly something he wants from us." Ensign Lee
answered.
answered.
 
 
"The ship." Maril stated.
"The ship." Maril stated.
 
 
Zane nodded. "Makes sense. If what Captain Allison reported is
Zane nodded. "Makes sense. If what Captain Allison reported is
true. This could be a privateer base linked to the Xanthandi. A
true. This could be a privateer base linked to the Xanthandi. A
Starfleet vessel would make a nice gift to his superiors and surely be
Starfleet vessel would make a nice gift to his superiors and surely be
very profitable for our friend here."
very profitable for our friend here."
 
 
"Captain, the planetoid is emitting a beam! The mines are now
"Captain, the planetoid is emitting a beam! The mines are now
beginning to move towards the base. Aft mines will impact in 8 seconds."
beginning to move towards the base. Aft mines will impact in 8 seconds."
 
 
"Mr. Jerran..."
"Mr. Jerran..."
 
"Aye sir, matching course and speed."
 
"We are being hailed sir."
 
"On screen."
 
[Well captain, I politely asked you to leave and your still here.
I guess that means ya'd like to come in.]
 
"I can not allowed this ship to be taken."
 
[Then ya got yourself a wee problem!] This time he let his men
laugh.
 
"Not as big as yours when you try to explain to your Xanthandi
boss how you let a Starfleet vessel get away."
 
[You can't get away.] He laughed, a little less confidently.
 
"Perhaps not, but as I said this ship will not be taken even if it
means scuttling her."
 
[Your bluffing.] He protested.
 
"I've got nothing to lose. You do. Close channel"
 
<<<NRPG>>>
 
No idea where this is going but I know its going to be fun getting there!
 
Jason: Nice twist!
 
Melanie: What are you taking at school?
 
Respectfully,<br>
Andy-->As nosy as ever :)<br>
 
-LT.CMDR Tarsa Rogers, Unassigned<br>
-CMDR Zane, Commanding Officer, USS FEYNMAN<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: End of BrOT, and Shiver My Timbers!</h3>
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Max Felsher 7-27-1996</h4>
SD: 80727<br>
Finallly, he raised his head from the PADD he was holding.
 
"Congratulations, Mr. Glin'kharr, you have passed the Bridge
Officer's Test." Maril extended his hand.
 
Glin'kharr was a bit dazed. He hadn't expected this.
 
"Ahh...thank you, sir." He shook Maril's hand. It was rather
interesting--two people continuing a ritual which neither culture
used.
 
"Now, Mr. Glin'kharr, you may have a Bridge shift if you
wish. I will let you decide this over the next few days. Please
inform me of your decision before we leave Epsilon. Dismissed."
 
Glin'kharr turned to leave. "One thing, Commander. About
the last section...."
 
"If you mean, did it become the storm of Strilago to your
scores, no, it did not."
 
"Thank you, sir."
 
Just as Glin'kharr was about to walk through the holodeck
doors, however, Maril said, "Oh, Lieutenant."
 
"Yes, sir," Glin'kharrr growled.
 
"Sometimes the needs of the many outweigh the needs of the
few or the one."
 
"Ahh...yes, sir."
 
"However, somtimes the needs of the one outweigh the needs
of the few or the many." Maril smiled.
 
Glin'kharr smiled back as he left the holodeck.
 
<<<<NRPG:There it's over! :) Actually, Ted, I was going to give
you a rather low score on that section when I was reminded of the
words of the famous James T. Kirk. If you want a Command shift,
just tell me. Which reminds me: Melanie, if you want a Command
shift, you are entitled to one. Also, Ted, if you want your test
scores, just inform me.>>>>
 
MD 5.1230<br>
Bridge<br>
 
Maril watched the escape of the Feynman closely. It appeared that they
would be able to avoid the mines as they headed away from the pirate base.
 
However, this was not to be. Just as Jerran rerorted, "We are clearing the field of mines, sir," the ship rocked intensely.
 
"Report, Ensign! Was that a mine?" the Captain cried as others got back to their stations.
 
"No, sir. Three small ships just appeared and fired at us. Attempting to lock onto them. The interference is making it tough," Allard reported.
 
"Do it, Ensign! Where did they come from?" Zane ordered crisply as the ship shook again.
 
"They were masked by a gravitational eddy. Also, the mines blocked many of the sensors while they surrounded us," Maril answered.
 
"I've got a lock on one of them, sir. Firing phasers and 3-photon spread."
 
"Mr. Jerran, become the strong wind of Asala. Take us wherever the wind blows!" Maril ordered.
 
"Target destroyed!"
 
"Sir, shields are down to 10%. Impulse engines are almost inoperative!" Jenn reported.
 
"I've got a course set, sir. I'm using what little impulse power we have."
 
"Zane to Engineering. I want as much impulse power as possible. Is that understood?"
 
[Understood, sir. Diverting power to the-]
 
The communication was interrupted by a third rocking. Officers flew from their stations. Sparks were everywhere.
 
"Sir, shields are offline! We have intruders!" Allard reported.
 
Four privateers beamed onto the Bridge, one aft, one near Ops, one above the Ensign Lee, and one a few feet in front of Maril.
 
"Duck, Commander!" Allard shouted as he fired at the one in front of Maril, unaware of the one less than five feet behind him.
 
Luckily, the privateer near Maril fell, but so did Allard after the one behind him stunned him.
 
As the one aft looked around, one of the other two grabbed Jenn by the neck, adding the statement, "If you don't turn over control, she dies."
 
The sun has met the sea,<br>
Lt. Commander Onta Maril,<br>
First Officer, USS Feynman,<br>
aka Max Felsher
 
NRPG:<br>
<Play ominous music.> :)<br>
 
Well, I was in a playful mood, and I decided to kill you all. :) Just kidding. ;)<br>
 
Mike Dailey: Probably, the privateers' phasers were set on stun, so I didn't kill you. And they'll stay on stun, until they decide they don't need you(or anyone else) <evil laugh>
 
Kristen: How will Krysa react to this?
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Shiver My Timbers! (Cont.)</h3>
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Michael "Mike" Dailey 7-27-1996</h4>
SD: 80727<br>
> Four privateers beamed onto the Bridge, one aft, one near OPS, one above the Ensign Lee, and one a few feet<br>
> in front of Maril.<br>
><br>
> "Duck, Commander!" Allard shouted as he fired at the one in front of Maril, unaware of the one less than five<br> > feet behind him.<br>
><br>
> Luckily, .the privateer near Maril fell, but so did Allard after the one behind him stunned him.<br>
><br>
> As the one aft looked around, one of the other two grabbed Jenn by the neck, adding the statement, "If you<br>
> don't turn over control, she dies.<br>
 
SCENE: SECURITY OFFICE<br>
MD: 5.1230<br>
 
CPO Alex Tamarov, watch officer at Security Control, bolted at the Intruder-alert alarm sounding. He
startled the two Midshipmen, Hensley and Krogriy as he got up. "Tamarov to all security, INTRUDER ALERT! I
have Phaser fire on the Bridge; it may have been taken!", he grabbed deep breath.
 
"T'Boc and Matsumii, get
your squads up to the BRIDGE FLANK! T'Boc take the foreword lift, Matsumii take the aft one!" he was
standing in front of his console, not bothering to sit. Alex wiped his forehead. "Security to Transporter 1,"
Tamarov hoped this would work.
 
[Transporter 1 here,] Ens. Fuhrman.
 
"Sir, INTRUDER CONTROL, Bridge. Can you get a lock on the boarders?" Alex almost caught himself crossing his
fingers, foolish gesture.
 
[Stand by, Security, checking..] said Fuhrman. Moments that passed like days slid by before the Transporter
Chief replied, [Mr. Tamarov, they boarders have some sort of personal dampening field. No lock is possible.]
Alex pounded his fist onto his console! Damn!
 
"Ensign, can you try for just their energy weapons?" Alex asked, a last attempt.
 
[No can do Chief, same field blocks their weapons, too!]
 
"OK, Ensign, can we send someone onto the Bridge?" *Spirits, please allow this one...*
 
[Sure Chief, but how can...]
 
"Belay that, Ensign! I'm on my way. I need you to beam my squad into the bridge, behind each of those scum
bag 'privateers'." and closed the channel, not waiting for a reply. Alex started for the door, but stopped
at the two Middies, who sat quietly, out of the way.
 
"I'm sealing Security behind me. Get two rifles from the armory, then guard this place." Double Yes Sirs
resounded as they fled for weapons. Grabbing his own rifle, Alex bolted through the door, tapping his badge,
"Computer, seal Security Control, Authorization Tamarov Gamma-1923." <Acknowledged, Security Control is now
inaccessible>
 
"Tamarov to PO-1 Bordeau."
 
The squad leader's voice came instantly, but with a slight gasp, as though she was out of breath. [...Bordeau
here, Chief.]
 
"Amberi, we're going to retake the bridge. T'Boc and Matsumii's squads are going up the lifts. I'm going to
join yours and we'll beam in. Get your squad to Transporter 1 NOW. I'll meet you there in six minutes!",
Alex gasped himself, running for the lift. Once inside, he fell against the wall, out of breath. The lift
deposited him on deck on deck Six. Rested slightly, he ran for the Transporter Room. The doors opened to
emit him to a Transporter Chief leveling a Phaser II at him.
 
"Whoa, Fuhrman, it's ME! Tamarov." He skidded to a stop and held his rifle above his head in surrender!
 
"Just being cautious, Mr. Tamarov. Where's your squad?" asked Ens. Fuhrman, holstering his sidearm.
 
"They'll be here any second. Can you put us behind them?" Alex asked, coming around to view the panel.
 
"Their protection fields extend about two meters around them. I can get you about 2.5 meters away from each."
said Fuhrman.
 
"That will do." Alex held up his rifle, checking the setting indicator, he slid it all the way up to 16
(kill), paused a moment, then back down two notches to Maximum Stun.
 
SNIP<br>
Scene: BRIDGE<br>
 
Lt. Jenn struggled against her captor. She needed to break free more than ever. Her captor needed a
shower, bad! She tried to bend, turn and plant her knee in his groin, but his grip was too tight. "Release
me, you pig!"
 
"Hey, we have a feisty one here, kinda cute too!" said the disgusting one, probably the leader. Maril started
to get up, but stopped at Zane motioning him to stay put.
 
Zane then rose himself, "What's the meaning of
this! Get off my ship. I will not negotiate with you at all.!" As he got up from his chair, the privateer
beside Jennn and her captor leveled his weapon at Zane.
 
"Commander, you better sit back down, or you'll be negotiain' with hole in your head."
 
Zane grudgingly complied, "No one take any action. That's an order." The leader grinned, "That's better."
He motioned to the one how had taken out J.C.
 
"Come down here and check on him," pointing to their fallen
comrade, laying on the deck in front of Maril.
 
He looked up at his leader, "O.K. Cal." Cal shot a blast
millimeters from the other Pirate's head.
 
"Shut UP!, you Idiot! I said no names! Next time I won't miss!"
 
The Pirate touched his head slightly where the beam had barely missed. Angry at being rebuked by his leader,
he gave J.C.'s unconscious form a sharp kick to the side on his way down. He bent to check his stunned
comrade," He's OK, just stunned boss". He got back up and stood behind Maril.
 
Cal turned his attention to Zane, aiming his weapon at Jenn's forehead. "Now, Commander. Surrender. No
conditions."
 
Before Zane could speak, Maril shouted "You know we cannot surrender, especially to scum like
you." Zane turned to silence the XO, except the butt of the nearby Pirates' rifle beat him to it. With a whop
to the back of the head, Maril was out, slumped against his chair.
 
"Commander, shut your people up, or I will shut them up for good!"...
 
NRPG:
 
Stun me, will you! My department to the rescue!!! Here come my Troops!
 
Andy: I saved your chair. No one shot it, yet <G>
 
Kristen: I knew you couldn't just stand still...
 
Joseph: I knew you were there, but didn't think you would get shot. Maybe you were busy planning
something???...???
 
Max: Toche~!
 
Submitted,<br>
Ensign J.C. Allard<br>
SEC-TAC USS FEYNMAN<br>
Mike Dailey<br>
Splatter2@qtm.net
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Party Time! Boarding Party, That Is.</h3>
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by
Andrew Catterick 7-28-1996</h4>
SD: 80728.0621 (GMT)<br>
MD: 5.1230<br>
><br>
> "Still trying to get reports from the rest of the ship, sir," Allard said,<br>
> groggy from the effeects of the stun shot. "Lieutenant Glin'kharr reports<br>
> that sickbay is secure. I have not heard anything from engineering,<br>
> though, from either the security teams I sent down or from LT Koreth."<br>
><br>
> Zane tapped his badge as the rest of the birdge crew got back to their<br>
> positions, "Bridge to engineering. LT Koreth, please respond."<br>
><br>
> Every eye was on the commander as the comm remained silent...<br>
 
"Commander Maril, Ensign Allard..."
 
"On our way." The FO replied as he, Allard and part of the
security team raced for the turbolifts. The rest took hold of their
prisoners and began to move them down to the brig. Zane caught the eye of
the senior NCO. "Place a double guard in the cell and make sure that
everyone knows that the first person that falls asleep is walking home."
 
"Aye sir."
 
"Do we still have full control of the ship?" Zane asked as each
station was checked.
 
"Yes sir," Jenn replied. As Operations Manager she was in the
best position to give an overall report on the ship. "Internal sensors
are not picking up anything unusual in or around Engineering. It may just
be that the comm-lines to engineering are down."
 
"What's the damage control report say." Zane asked unconvinced,
the alarm bells in his head were going off.
 
"All systems on line and functioning." Krysa replied
 
"Better have a damage team check out the comm system and the
damage control computer." He turned to the FCO. "Plot a wide, elliptical
course that will bring us back to the base in about....twelve hours."
 
"Course laid in." Jerran answered as his fingers flew across the
board. "We're heading back in?" He didn't sound exactly thrilled with
the prospects.
 
"The information we were sent to find is sitting back there. Now
that we know what the inhabitants like to wear it shouldn't be too hard
too insert an away team to do a little intelligence gathering." He moved
closer to Jerran and gave him a slight nudge while gesturing over to
Krysa. "Release me, you pig?"
 
Krysa turned to her two friends, red slowly creeping across her
face whicle she stifled a laugh. "It was the first thing that came
out....well they did smell!"
 
Soon the entire bridge was laughing, the tension of moments
before slipping away.
 
Respectfully,<br>
Andy<br>
 
-LT.CMDR Tarsa Rogers, Unassigned<br>
-CMDR Zane, Commanding Officer, USS FEYNMAN<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: 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
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Engineering and the Invasion</h3>
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Jason Bostjancic 7-28-1996</h4>
MD: 5.1215 ?<br>
 
The intruders had beamed into engineering
and caught the Federation officers by surprise. Tarrant
was working in a nearby jefferies tube when the attack
came. The commotion caused the CEO to backtrack
a little towards the main part of Engineering.
 
"...and make sure we have the bridge." It was a
rough voice, but sounded more like the person was
trying to be that way.
 
Tarrant managed to get close enough to see some of the
situation. There were five of them that he could see, and
by the voices he guessed three more out of sight.
 
WO Dunnon, always the impulsive one unfortunately,
spoke up "You can't do this. When Starfleet gets... AGH"
 
The sound of a blunt object striking one's skull silenced the
shield specialist.
 
"STARFLEET... Your *precious* STARFLEET won't come here!"
The voice was pure hatred.
 
Tarrant could only sit there for the moment hoping that
no one else would make such an impulsive move. He was
wrong.
 
Ens. Jerad thought it prudent to take action and attacked
Dunnon's attacker. Unfortunately the Ensign was not
overy adept at the fighting arts and was quickly thrown off.
Tarrant saw his ACEO thrown into his field of vision.
Then a second later a phaser blast vaporized him into
nothingness.
 
Tarrant bit down, stifleing the need to attack.
 
"You IDIOT! We are suppost to be on *stun*!" Another
phaser shot, but at lower power, shot out from beyond
the Klingon's point of view. The shot hit the Engineering
Communication's panel sending it into sparks.
 
The trying-to-be-rough-voice sounded again. "Enough of
this. Get Engineering secure. You two, get these prisoners
over there."
 
Tarrant backed up into the tube, and headed for another
junction. He had to help get Security in there. After running
through the maze Tarrant ended up in the walkway near
Engineering. Carefully stryfing the wall the CEO shifted once
again into the tactical roll.
 
Ironicly he thought that he'd been doing this a lot lately.
Just then he had to duck back as Engineering doors came
into view. The two Security officers layed unconscious
on the floor as two pirates had taken up their slots. Both
human, or as far as Tarrant could tell, and with phaser
rifles.
 
He wanted to get Security, but if the rest of the bridge was
in such a shape, then there might not be any help.
From Engineering Tarrant could pretty much retake the ship
with little help.... but that was the trick.
 
It was now or never... "please... please don't shoot me."
the voice Tarrant used sounded like a combination of
Lt. Jenn and Cmdr. Maril. He was not an actor.
 
For added affect he used his rather rough voice
for a laugh. Then set up in position. One of the guards came
arround and Tarrant didn't hesitate. He lept foreward like a
tiger surprising the guard. Getting in close enough, the
partial Klingon eliminated any chance of the long rifle shooting
him. One powerful blow to the man's neck was all it took.
 
He wouldn't die quickly, but the esophagus was now crushed,
and would slowly suffocate him. Tarrant grabbed the dropped
rifle and took up position again.
 
"What the hell was that?" the second guard came around
more cautiously.
 
They fired at the same time. Tarrant found himself struck in the arm,
where'as the pirate guard was hit dead center. The
situation made the CEO think of Ens. Allard's firearm
qualification test. He grinned as the pain from the blast came.
It was more of a grimace. A little smore arose from
his hurt arm.
 
Just then three security officers came around the corner and
nearly shot him. At least now he had backups
to retake Engineering. If they didn't react and kill him first.
 
<NRPG>
 
Someone else take it from here. Since we've somehow
already taken Engineering back <G>
 
I seem to have missed the post that put us in this mess,
but I have all the ones explaining what happened after,
and how we all reacted.
 
Sorry for the silence, but all I had until today were assorted NRPG's.
 
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: It's Not Over 'Till the Fat Lady Sings</h3>
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by
Melanie Pocknall 7-30-1996</h4>
SD: 80730.0445<br>
MD: 5.1230 (Slight backpost)<br>
Scene: Bridge<br>
 
Meleah stod motionless as the pirates beamed onto the bridge. She saw one
right behind Allard but wasn't quick enough to stop him from being stunned.
The pirate then turned around and trained the phaser on her. "I wouldn't
come any closer, sister."
 
Meleah tilted her head to one side, a confused look on her face. "Why would
you not come any closer?"
 
The pirate gave a short laugh. "You think you're real smart, don't you?"
 
"As a matter of fact...." Meleah's sentence was cut off by Zane.
 
"Don't say anything, Lieutenant."
 
Meleah saw that it was a tense situation and wisely decided not to say any more.
 
<<SNIP>>
 
As Jerran threw one pirate away from him, Meleah moved forward to make sure
the other one would not cause any trouble but fortunately, the pirate was
knocked down. Keeping out of the way of the phaser fire, she went around to
the pirate who was still clutching his stomach, and grabbed him in a
forceful hold. "Are you alright, Lt?" she asked Krysa.
 
"I think so."
 
One of the security officers came to escort the pirate Meleah held to the
brig, while Zane pieced together reports from around the ship.
 
>"Still trying to get reports from the rest of the ship, sir," Allard said,<br>
>groggy from the effeects of the stun shot. "Lieutenant Glin'kharr reports<br>
>that sickbay is secure. I have not heard anything from engineering,<br>
>though, from either the security teams I sent down or from LT Koreth."<br>
><br>
>Zane tapped his badge as the rest of the birdge crew got back to their<br>
>positions, "Bridge to engineering. LT Koreth, please respond."<br>
><br>
>Every eye was on the commander as the comm remained silent...<br>
 
Although no-one openly showed nervousness as to what may have occurred in
engineering, it could be felt by everyone, including Meleah. There were
very few explanations for the CEO's non response.
 
Allard and Maril were sent down to Engineering to look for Koreth. Meleah
then stepped forward. "Cmdr, I believe that I could be of some use as part
of the security team."
 
Zane comsidered. He remembered her training as a security officer, and had
heard of her proficiency in the phaser test. "Okay."
 
"Thank-you, sir." Meleah went directly to the turbolift, and met up with
the others just outside Engineering.
 
Allard eased himself around the entrance and just as Meleah and Maril
followed him into Engineering, there was a volley of phaser fire. Both
officers managed to avoid the fire but there were a couple of unfortunate
security officers who didn't. Those in Starfleet returned fire at the three
pirates that they could see, and eventually one was hit. When he went down,
the other two ran.
 
Allard stood up and started following them, half of his team automatically
following his lead. "Ockjii," he said to the Andorian officer, "you take
half the team and search engineering. Lt, you stay here," he said as he was
already at the exit where the pirates had gone.
 
Meleah looked around her. Many of the Engineering staff were lying down,
but at this point she was unable to tell who was injured, or even dead.
While security started searching, she started looking for the injured. And
for Lt. Koreth.
 
She heard what sounded to be like a volley of phaser shots, a far distance
away, and went towards the sound. Her phaser in her right hand, she
cautiously looked around the corner and saw Koreth, a few security guards,
and some bodies lying on the floor. "I take it you won," she observed.
 
"For the moment," Koreth replied. "There shouldn't be too many more,"
fingering his phaser as if willing the pirates to come out.
 
"Ens Allard and Cmdr Maril are currently chasing two more intruders who were
in the main part of engineering."
 
"Then we have a chance. Follow me."
 
The small group advanced carefully towards main engineering, and when they
found no-one there but a few Starfleet officers still lying on the ground,
Koreth advanced to the main control panel. "They've blown communications,
shields, and came close to damaging the main links to the engines. As it
is, we don't have enough power to go to warp." Motioning to the security
officers, he said, "Watch for those pirates. Lt," turning back to Meleah,
"I'll need some help getting the engines back to full power."
 
Before they could get started, two pirates (different ones from before) came
into view. One security officer was downed before the others opened fire.
With deadly accuracy, Meleah shot both of the pirates, her phaser only on
stun. Had it not been, the pirates would have been dead instantly.
Immediately afterwards, she noticed that Koreth was favouring his injured
arm but upon recalling that he was part Klingon, and Klingons tend to ignore
minor injuries, she did not say anything, and they started working on the
engines.
 
----
NRPG:
 
(This was started a couple of days ago and modified accordingly to the
subsequent posts.)
 
Anyone who thought that Meleah would stay out of the action was wrong. She
doesn't deliberately look for it but she has a way of getting into the thick
of things.
 
Max: Wow, a Command shift! I didn't even know Meleah would be qualified.
She'll certainly want to practice those Command skills.
 
Sincerely yours,
Lt. Meleah, CSciO, USS FEYNMAN, Silver Fleet.
 
Melanie Pocknall.
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: I Have a Headache</h3>
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Kristen Gant 7-30-1996</h4>
Stardate: 80730.2233<br>
SD: 5.1900<br>
Scene: 10-Forward<br>
 
“Thanks Bat, it was wonderful.” Krysa told the Bartender, then added, “As
usual.”
 
Bat grinned happily, “Always a pleasure, my dear.”
 
“Unfortunately it didn’t help. I still have a headache.”
 
Bat laughed. “You are the only woman I know who tries to cure a headache
with food.”
 
Krysa grinned, “Don’t laugh, it usually works.” She sighed, “Ah well, I’m
sure it’s just from where that creep grabbed my neck. I’m going to go to
sickbay and get something for it.”
 
“Probably a good idea.”
 
Krysa waved as she headed out of 10-Forward. She rubbed her temple where
the pounding only seemed to be getting worse. This was the second one in so
many days. Luckily the first had gone away after that delicious piece of
hot apple pie. This one would even budge after a large dish of Bat’s
special Irish stew.
 
Krysa walked into Sickbay and was met by Dr. Glin’kharr. “What are you
still doing on duty, Doctor.”
 
“A doctor’s work is never done, Lt. What can I do for you?”
 
“I have this horrible headache that I can’t seem to get rid of.” She
explained.
 
“What have you taken for it?”
 
“Well, actually only Bat’s stew,” she grinned.
 
Raising an eyebrow at her, Glin’kharr decided not to ask. He pulled out a
hypospray. Checking it carefully first, Glin’kharr put it to Krysa
shoulder. “This should take care of it in a blink.”
 
“I hope so.”
 
“Are you prone to headaches?”
 
Krysa nodded, “Though not so much as I used to be. I’m sure you’ve read in
my records about my head injury when I was 16. I got horrible headaches for
several years following. Still get them every so often.”
 
“How do you usually take care of them?”
Krysa grinned, “Usually they’ll go away if I eat something.”
 
“Interesting.”
 
“Though I did get grabbed by the neck today during the intruder alert.” She
pushed her dark hair back from her neck so Glin’kharr could see the bright
plum bruise that had formed on the back left side of her neck.
 
“I see. You should have gotten that taken care of earlier.”
 
“I didn’t have time.”
 
The doctor growled, “I’m sure. But you still need to have things like this
taken care of. One of these days it might be serious.”
 
“Yes, sir.” said Krysa with a smile. She quickly took it off her face when
Glin’kharr didn’t smile back.
 
“Tip your head this way, please.” Krysa did exactly as he asked while he
tended to her bruised neck.
 
When he finished, he asked, “How’s your headache?”
 
“Completely gone. Even faster the a hot fudge sundae,” she chuckled.
 
“Of that I have no doubt,” said Glin’kharr.
 
Krysa thanked the doctor and left for her quarters to get a short nap
before they arrived at the base.
 
****<br>
MD: 6.0030<br>
 
Krysa’s alarm went off and she quickly got up and dressed so she’d be on
the bridge as they approached the base.
 
Regards,<br>
Lt. Krysa Jenn<br>
****<br>
 
NRPG: Well, I wrote us to the base, so we are safe from that solor class
ship that backed into something... at least for a while :)
 
Kristen
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Evading the Pirates</h3>
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Joseph Baker 7-30-1996</h4>
SD: 80730.1857<br>
MD: 5.1300<br>
 
The pirate ships were quite easy to evade now that their crews were all on
the FEYNMAN trying to reap its technological treasures, with little
success. The mines were a little bit more difficult to dodge, though, as
they were stil under the control of the pirate base. Even under minimal
impulse power, LT Jerran was able to maneuver away with only a couple of
them exploding, causing minimal damage to the ship's shielding.
 
"We've cleared the minefield, Captain," he reported. "Proceeding on the
elliptical orbit you specified. ETA back at the pirate base, 11 hours,
57.9 minutes and counting."
 
"None of the pirate ships are pursuing," LT Jenn added.
 
Zane nodded and said, "It would appear that they sent all their people
over to try and capture us. So much the better."
 
"Security reports coming in from Engineering, sir," Tamarov reported.
"They say they've got the situation mostly in hand, with a few stragglers
yet to be accounted for. They've managed to do some moderate damage to
the warp core. We won't have that back online for a few hours, at least."
 
"LT Jenn, divert all remaining power from the fusion reactors to the
sensor systems and bring the emergency reactors and batteries up to full
standby just in case something happens."
 
"Aye, sir," the OPS officer said.
 
<NRPG>
Welllll, I know this was short and sweet, but I just wanted to set it up
for us to get back to do the infiltration thing. That oughta be fun :)
We should be back at the base by 6.0100, unless anything big, ugly, and
with three nacelles comes up and attacks us.
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* jobaker@chuma.cas.usf.edu      *    jbaker@deans2.cas.usf.edu          *
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* Joseph Baker                                                            *
* University of South Florida                                              *
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* Daisemi'in rhhaensuriuu            * Of the Chief parts of the          *
* meillunsiateve                    * Ruling Passion only this            *
* rh'e Mnhei'sahe yie ahr'en:        * Can be truly said:                  *
* Mnahe afw'ein qiuu,                * Hate has a reason for everything    *
* rh'e hweithnaef                    * But love is unreasonable            *
* mrht Heis'he ehl'ein qiuu          * --Rihannsu Proverb                  *
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<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Arrival</h3>
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by
Melanie Pocknall 7-31-1996</h4>
SD: 80731.0920<br>
MD: 5.1545<br>
Scene: Bridge<br>
 
Meleah stepped out of the turbolift onto the bridge. Because some of the
other senoir officers were in need of medical attention, she had been called
upon to command Beta shift. Because she did not need any sleep, and was not
damaged, she was a logical choice for the position. LtCmdr Maril was in the
command chair, and he stood up when Meleah came into view. "Cmdr, Dr.
Glin'kharr wishes you to go down to Sickbay as soon as your shift has finished."
 
"Thank-you," he replied and proceeded to inform her of the situation
(nothing had really happened so far). He then left the bridge and Meleah
seated herself in the command chair. This was her first command shift on
the Feynman, and in an unusual sort of way, she was looking forward to it.
She made the usual department checks, keep an eye out for the pirates, and
generaly had a uneventful shift. But she didn't get bored simply because
she couldn't get bored.
 
At 0030 hours, as her extended shift was up, she tapped her badge and said,
"Bridge to Cmdr Maril."
 
There was a few seconds wait, then a groggy sounding voice said [Yes]
 
"We are exactly thirty minutes away from the pirate base. The Captain
informed me that all senior officers were to be on the bridge, if possible,
when we arrived."
 
[I'm on my way.]
 
Meleah then switched her attention to Zane. "Bridge to Cmdr Zane."
 
[Yes?] sounded a voice that indicated he was wide awake.
 
"We are twenty-nine minutes away from arrival"
 
[Thank-you, Lt.]
 
A few minutes later, Zane, Maril, Krysa, and Allard arrived. Jerran had
arrived slightly earlier than the others and was already seated at his
station. Meleah relinquished the chair, which she had investigated during
her shift, and took up her chair at the science station as Ens Loth was
still in sickbay.
 
------
NRPG:
 
Meleah just *had* to sit in the command chair! This makes my nrpg post
partly redundant, although I still wish to know how often Meleah would have
a command shift.
 
Sincerely yours,
Lt. Meleah, CSciO, USS FEYNMAN, Silver Fleet.
 
Melanie Pocknall.
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Unexpected</h3>
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Max Felsher 7-31-1996</h4>
SD 80731.1200(GMT)<br>
MD 6.0100<br>
Scene: Bridge<br>
 
As the Feynman neared the pirate base,
Commander Zane turned to Maril.
 
"Commander, I want you to lead an
infiltration team into the base. Take who you
want."
 
"Sir, don't you think we would be like the
giants walking into Asligo?"
 
"Yes, you probably would stick out. However,
our mission is to infiltrate, and that's what
we'll do."
 
"Aye, sir. Now, hmm...Mr. Allard, Mr.
Jerran, and Mr. Lee, you're with me. I'd also
like an NCO each from the Engineering department,
the Science Department, and the Security
Department."
 
"We will also need appropriate clothing. I'd
like you to find that, Ensign Lee. And also we
will need a way to sneak into the base without
anyone realizing that we beamed in from the
Feynman. Lt. Meleah, that's your job."
 
"Develop a cover character for each of
yourselves. Keep in mind that we will be pirates,
and for efficiency's sake, we will keep ourselves
in a rough chain of command. We will go over
everything at 0200 hours and we will depart at
0230 hours. Is everything understood?"
 
"Yes, sir," was heard throughout the Bridge.
 
"Do you think you could have been a little
more direct, Commander?" Zane smiled as everyone
got to their duties.
 
Maril shrugged. "I just didn't want to
forget anything."
 
 
MD 6.0245
Pirate Base:Cargo(Loot?) Hold 4
 
Maril, along with the six other officers,
stood, looking around at what these pirates had
stolen over time. Of course, the pirates could
have kept the loot on their ships, but they
probably wanted to keep things light, and so used
the cargo to buy things and pay for food. This
was that loot--the loot that had been used as
currency on the base.
 
Finally, someone found the door. It would
have been hard to get in from the outside, but
being inside, that wasn't a problem. Maril
ordered the Engineering officer to try to find
some way to allow them to get back in if they
needed to. He wasn't greedy; he simply thought
they might need to get back in at some point.
 
Maril had chosen to act the part of a tough
pirate captain who had gotten into many a battle--
just not any that anyone on the base could
remember.
 
"Everyone, out, now!" he yelled in a grumpy
tone.
 
By this time, the Engineering officer had
finished. No one was surprised by Maril's tone of
voice; they just acted their parts and grumbled as
they shuffled out of the hold.
 
"C'mon, you lot of traitors, get to the
docks," he muttered.
 
The sun has met the sea,<br>
Lt. Commander Onta Maril,<br>
First Officer, USS Feynman,<br>
aka Max Felsher<br>
 
NRPG:
Ha, there you are. And you thought this was going
to be boring. ;)
 
To quote Joseph(with a slight modification): BTW,
Andy made me do it. <BG>


"Aye sir, matching course and speed."
All: I left everything a little vague so you can
fill in the details. You can write the 0200
meeting if you want. I just didn't want to, not
knowing what people would come up with.


"We are being hailed sir."
Andy: I hope this is what you had in mind. :)


"On screen."
Kristen, Melanie, Ted, Jason: Have a good time up
on the Feymnan!


[Well captain, I politely asked you to leave and your still here.
Joseph, Mike, Donna: Okay, develop a character for
I guess that means ya'd like to come in.]
your character to act, and let's get out into this
base! :) Note that Maril is "in command". Also
note that we have devised no way to get back to
the Feynman. :D


"I can not allowed this ship to be taken."
Jason, Melanie, Mike: Please pick one NPC from your
department to accompany the away team. You may
play that NPC, or not.


[Then ya got yourself a wee problem!] This time he let his men
Melanie: If you can, try to figure out some way for
laugh.
us to get into the base, hopefully the cargo hold,
since that's where I wrote the team being.


"Not as big as yours when you try to explain to your Xanthandi
Donna: As said in the post, please figure out what
boss how you let a Starfleet vessel get away."
the pirates would probably wear.
 
[You can't get away.] He laughed, a little less confidently.
 
"Perhaps not, but as I said this ship will not be taken even if it
means scuttling her."
 
[Your bluffing.] He protested.
 
"I've got nothing to lose. You do. Close channel"
 
<<<NRPG>>>
 
No idea where this is going but I know its going to be fun getting there!
 
Jason: Nice twist!
 
Melanie: What are you taking at school?
 
Respectfully,<br>
Andy-->As nosy as ever :)<br>
 
-LT.CMDR Tarsa Rogers, Unassigned<br>
-CMDR Zane, Commanding Officer, USS FEYNMAN<br>
-CMDR Nigel Straun, TACFLEET Liason Officer, INDIGO FLEET<br>
-CMDR Horatio Sinclair, Fleet Intelligence Officer, BLUE FLEET<br>
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