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<center><font style="font-size: 50px; font-stretch: expanded; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold; text-shadow: 4px 4px 4px black;">U.S.S. ''FEYNMAN'' NCC-66000<br> July 1996 Posts</font></center> | <center><font style="font-size: 50px; font-stretch: expanded; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold; text-shadow: 4px 4px 4px black;">U.S.S. ''FEYNMAN'' NCC-66000<br> July 1996 Posts</font></center> | ||
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<font style="font-size: large; font-stretch: expanded; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">TOTAL | <font style="font-size: large; font-stretch: expanded; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">TOTAL JULY 1996 POSTS: 75</font> | ||
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<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Staffing</h3> | <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> | |||
"I think the cadets are coming along rather well," ENS Cartwright said as | |||
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 | |||
I'd still prefer to get some real pilots for this next mission. If the | |||
tone of CMDR Maril's voice on that message about the briefing was any | |||
indication, we might need them. Computer, list messages." | |||
[One message forwarded by WO1 Charles Dunnon, originally from ENS Allard.] | |||
"Ah, our new security chief. Play message." | |||
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." | |||
"Wasn't that a little harsh?" Jennifer said as she plopped herself down on | |||
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 | |||
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." | |||
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." | |||
"Oh, I guess you're right. As soon as the meeting is over, I'll go down | |||
and help put together some of the damage I created. A couple of the new | |||
shuttles should be arriving sometime around then, so you'll have to get | |||
them and catalog them." | |||
"Aye, sir," she said with a mock salute from the couch as he walked out | |||
toward the holodeck. | |||
<nowiki>---------------------------------------------</nowiki><br> | |||
Scene: Holodeck<br> | |||
Considering the holonovel LT Jenn was working on this morning when LTJG | |||
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. | |||
He picked up a PADD and walked towards the door, thinking it was a | |||
the | 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, | |||
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. | |||
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 | |||
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;"> | |||
**************************************************************************** | |||
* 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: 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> | |||
Krysa had barely finished initializing her holo-novel when she got a | |||
message from Commander Zane that she needed to have her briefing program | |||
ready for the mission briefing. She had almost forgotten. Kavan’s novel | |||
would have to wait. She stored that program and brought out her briefing | |||
program. After about a couple hours of finishing touches she felt it was | |||
ready. She called Bat and he met her at the Holodeck. | |||
Bat shrugged, “I should know better by now,” he murmured more to himself | “You look tired, Bat.” | ||
“Oh please, don’t remind me. I took some of the guys down to Epsilon last | |||
night. They had to kick us out sometime this morning. I am tired!” | |||
Krysa chuckled. “Well, I hope you’re up for this.” | |||
“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. | |||
She nodded, “Computer, run briefing program Jenn One.” | |||
<Program now running. Enter when ready.> | |||
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. | |||
<Good Morning, Krysa,> came her own voice over the speakers, <Please take | |||
a PADD and enter through the blue doorway.> | |||
Bat smiled, “Much better then the old computer voice,” | |||
<Good Morning, Bat> Krysa’s voice said again, <Welcome to today’s mission | |||
briefing.> | |||
Krysa chuckled. She picked up a PADD and motioned for Bat to head through | |||
the doorway. | |||
“Why do you need a special PADD?” asked Bat. | |||
“You’ll see,” she said with a grin. | |||
“Ladies, first,” he objected. | |||
“Not this time, my friend,” she smiled. | |||
Bat shrugged, “I should know better by now,” he murmured more to himself | |||
then to her. He always seemed to be the guinea pig for these little | 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 | briefing programs. Then he walked through the door and disappeared from | ||
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"Quoth the Raven 'Nevermore'" | "Quoth the Raven 'Nevermore'" | ||
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: | |||
<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 | <h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by | ||
Andrew Catterick 7-10-1996</h4> | |||
SD: | 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 | |||
if I find even a suspicion of negligence on your part or by any one under | |||
your command I am going to personally see to it that the weight of Starfleet | |||
Command comes bearing down on you until you wished you were never thawed | |||
out of that test-tube.] She smiled viciously. | |||
" | "Captain," He began again, trying desperately to remain calm "I | ||
have told you several times. Please read my report, or the report of any | |||
other member of the senior staff and you will see that the shuttles | |||
were..." | |||
[Commander let me assure you that I have indeed read the fiction | |||
I' | you call a report and let me just say that I've been around long enough to | ||
have heard all the excuses and this feeble attempt at one won't wash. | |||
Officially your report has been accepted and I have no choice to transfer | |||
<nowiki>*my*</nowiki> shuttles to you. But as soon as I can dig up proof...your mine.] | |||
The screen went blank. | |||
Feeling like putting his fist through the wall or indulging in a | |||
primal scream to release the pent up rage and frustration. He instead | |||
opted for a beverage to help calm him down. "Coffee, Mocha Java, hot." | |||
He picked up the replicated cup and returned to his desk. <nowiki>*God she hates | |||
me.*</nowiki> He thought. <nowiki>*Ever since Bat and I 'liberated' the NOGURA she's been | |||
out to get me. Well,*</nowiki> he smiled. <nowiki>*Not this time.*</nowiki> | |||
" | The door chime interrupted his silent victory. "Come." | ||
"Sorry to bother you Captain I just have to get your signature and | |||
some reports, fuel consumption, docking transcripts etc." | |||
" | Zane accepted the offered PADD and began to scan the reports. | ||
"Where's Chief Larocque?" | |||
" | "He, uh....well he asked me to assist you today on account of his | ||
being dead. Sir." | |||
"I see. Would this be a Bat Durensten induced death Yeoman?" | |||
" | "I'm not sure sir. The Chief was late for our morning brief so I | ||
stopped by his cabin to make sure he was okay....." | |||
" | "And." Zane prompted. | ||
"He was passed out on the floor and two others were in similar | |||
positions." | |||
"Barron and Fuhrman." It was a statement not a question. "Wasn't | |||
Bat there?" | |||
"No sir. Actually I stopped by 10-Forward before I went to the | |||
Chief's quarters, in case he was having a late breakfast and had forgotten | |||
our meeting. Mr. Durensten was there, polishing his glass and seemed | |||
quite....healthy." | |||
"I see." He handed back the PADD. | |||
"Will there be anything else sir?" | |||
"No. Thank-you Lieutenant."<br> | |||
_______________________________________________<br> | |||
Scene: Holodeck 3<br> | |||
Entering the holodeck Zane found himself in a small room with rock | |||
walls. In the center was a table with a number of PADDs on top. | |||
<nowiki><Good mooring Captain. Please take a PADD an enter through the | |||
blue door.></nowiki> | |||
Following the instructions he soon found himself standing in a | |||
huge room. It took him a second to realize that he was completely | |||
submerged in water! And he was able to breathe comfortably. In front of | |||
him. trident in hand, was what he thought resembled a Merman, if his | |||
memories of Earth mythology were correct. | |||
<nowiki><Good tide to you sir.> The merman gestured with his trident <If | |||
you will follow me.></nowiki> | |||
It was at this time Zane remembered he couldn't swim. Seeming to | |||
realize his charge's predicament the Merman offered his arm. <nowiki><I will | |||
guide you.></nowiki> The CO hesitated. He had an image to keep and showing up at | |||
the briefing towed by someone else....well he may as well just don some | |||
water-wings. Again the Merman came to the rescue. <nowiki><Take my staff, it | |||
will provide you the ability.></nowiki> | |||
Gratefully Zane accepted the offered trident and was soon gliding | |||
through the warm waters beside his guide. All too soon they came to a | |||
cave opening and near the seabed. His guide stopped and pointed to the | |||
mouth of the cave. <nowiki><Follow the cave and you will find what you seek.></nowiki> | |||
<nowiki> | |||
"Thank you for your help." | |||
Once again underway, he found himself enjoying his 'swim' as he | |||
darted through the narrow confines of the cave, the initial fear of his | |||
predicament replaced by the exhilaration at the maneuvers the staff was | |||
allowing him to mdo. | |||
It was with a slight feeling of disappointment he came to a | |||
gentle 'landing' in the underwater conference chamber. | |||
"Well I have to admit I was very surprised when I found myself | |||
under water but I really did enjoy myself. Good work Lieutenant." | |||
" | The OPS officer offered a platter. "Scallops?" | ||
"I | Zane wrinkled his nose. Even with his overly-healthy appetite | ||
seafood was rarely on the menu." No thanks. I think I'll just stick to | |||
the danishes. I need the sugar to keep my energy reserves high." | |||
" | "Good thing you have to swim your way out of here or you'd never | ||
fit in that chair you've got the engineering staff slaving away on." Bat | |||
added as he moved a few bowls around on the buffet. | |||
" | "Ah Mr. Bartender. Would you mind telling me why three crew | ||
members missed their shifts today." | |||
" | "You know I'm really disappointed in those boys. They just don't | ||
make'em like they used to." | |||
" | "Yes well they'll be pulling double-duty for the next two weeks | ||
thanks to your little 'outing' last night." | |||
" | Bat sighed. "Well, can't say I blame you. It is too bad, they | ||
were only letting off steam after facing death and winning. Still if you | |||
can't pay the piper....Ah Mr. Koreth I have some seafood here I saved | |||
especially for you." Bat made a quick get away, knowing Zane was getting | |||
around to his own chastisement. | |||
Noticing that all of the senior staff had arrived Zane sat at the | |||
table. A few minutes later each officer joined him. Bat made a quick | |||
scan of the buffet table to make sure everything was to his satisfaction | |||
before leaving, a mermaid on each arm. | |||
" | "Before we get into our upcoming mission specifics I want to | ||
address our current staffing situation. As you know, Lt. Krazny has not | |||
awoken from his coma. Unfortunately the blow to his head has done much | |||
more damage to his brain than it was first assumed. The result being that | |||
he could emerge from his coma today, next month or never." Zane sighed | |||
clamping down on the emerging memory of Captain West. "So, I have | |||
officially transferred him from the FEYNMAN to EPSILON medical. Until | |||
Fleet sends us a new counselor Ensign Sally Ryan will be heading the | |||
department." He turned to face the second officer. "Lieutenant based on | |||
your past experience I'd like you to keep an eye on the Ensign and give | |||
guidance where needed. But not too much, she has to take on the | |||
responsibilities and you have your own department to worry about." | |||
" | "Aye sir." Krysa replied. | ||
"Next," the captain continued, "it seems EPSILON dispatched us a | |||
CSciO while we were out at the Ring. Unfortunately he is missing and | |||
presumed dead. There are ships out searching but it is presumed the | |||
shuttle either fell victim of an accident or perhaps even some spiteful | |||
Cardassians. Again, until we receive a replacement the aCSciO will be | |||
heading the department." He turned to face Glin'kharr. "Doctor I'd like | |||
you to keep an eye on things in the sciences, same rules as Lt. Jenn | |||
though, your medical duties take precedence and I hope it won't interfere | |||
with your Command Testing." | |||
"Yes sir." The wolf replied, perhaps a little unhappily. | |||
"Fortunately, we have been sent a replacement for the CSO slot. | |||
For those of you who have not already done so meet Ensign J.C. Allard. | |||
Welcome aboard Ensign." | |||
"Thank-you sir." | |||
The captain paused for a sip of his coffee. He was now so | |||
comfortable in the underwater setting that he didn't even consider how he | |||
was able to consume the liquid while being submerged. "Now, Mr. Jerran, | |||
you have put me in a very bad position." | |||
" | "Sir?" | ||
"The loss of an entire complement of secondary vessels is not | |||
something the SILVER QM takes very lightly. She and I have had some | |||
run-ins before but the conversation I just had with her was, to say the | |||
least, distressing. Now not only do I have to explain to the QM but also | |||
Starfleet Command why we are in need of so many replacements at the same | |||
time but why I have seemingly rewarded the individual most responsible for | |||
their destruction." | |||
" | "I'm not sure I follow sir." the FCO replied. | ||
Zane rose. "Front and center Mr. Jerran." | |||
As the surprised Jerran rose from his seat and walked/floated | |||
towards the captain he noticed the small black box in Zane's hand. | |||
" | "Since coming aboard you have consistently performed your duties | ||
far above expectations, you have shown yourself to be an excellent | |||
officer, and excellent leader and essential part of the senior staff both | |||
through your actions and your ideas." He pulled the hollow pip from | |||
Jerran's collar and replaced it with a second full one. I hereby promote | |||
you to the rank of full Lieutenant with all the rights and privileges | |||
therein." He took a step and extended his hand. "Congratulations | |||
lieutenant." | |||
<<<Joesph: Feel Free to respond>>> | |||
" | While the newly promoted officer returned to his seat Zane | ||
remained standing. "This last mission was perhaps the toughest, most | |||
intense two days this ship has ever seen. It was certainly the closest | |||
we, as a group, came to our deaths. I am very proud of the results that | |||
the entire ship's complement created together but a special nod must of | |||
course be given to the medical and science departments who bore the brunt | |||
of this plague and conquered it. But even with all this expertise there | |||
were still two that stood out from the rest. Commander Maril, Lieutenant | |||
Glin'kharr." | |||
Surprised both officers rose and moved to the head of the table. | |||
"Without your perseverance in the face of incredible odds, your | |||
leadership, your intelligence and your sacrifices, I am certain that we | |||
would have all succumbed to the plague. I am pleased and honoured to | |||
present you both with the Leonard McCoy Medal for Medical Excellence." He | |||
pinned the medal on each officer. "Well done!" | |||
<<<Feel free to respond.>>> | |||
Zane gave the assembled group some time to congratulate their | |||
comrades as well as 'settle down' a bit from the excitement before | |||
continuing. | |||
" | "Now, to the mission. Essentially we have two. The first is a | ||
patrol into the Coalsack." He paused to examine the faces of each | |||
officer. The coalsack was almost entirely unexplored it meant untold | |||
adventure as well as danger. "As you know the coalsack is a fairly in | |||
hospitable place and we have very few reliable charts of the area. With | |||
the construction of the new base as well as the general shift into this | |||
region it needs to be more fully charted. The FEYNMAN provides and | |||
excellent platform to do this not only for her maneuverability if the | |||
'weather' gets a little rough in there but for the DELPHI array." | |||
" | "As some of you are aware the last few months have seen increased | ||
acts of piracy, especially in the vicinity of the 'sack. Fleet thinks | |||
these pirate bases are hidden within the coalsack so while we chart we're | |||
to try to pinpoint as many of these bases as we can." | |||
"Will we be engaging these bases?" The new CSO asked. | |||
" | "No, our priority is to find the bases and pass the information | ||
along to EPSILON for future operations. The FEYNMAN can outgun any of the | |||
pirate ships we've seen so far. But a large number of them could do some | |||
real damage." | |||
" | "That sounds pretty straight-forward. Why your worry about the | ||
crew being questioned by the press?" Maril asked. | |||
" | "Because this will be a high-profile mission. The Admiral wants | ||
everyone to know who is going, where we're going and when. Which brings | |||
me to the second part of our mission. The Admiral has done some digging | |||
and found that the mystery fleet we ran into at the Ring is made up of | |||
some washed-out officers who have commandeered ships from GREY Fleet. It | |||
seems that they and there sympathizers in the hierarchy feel if they 'come | |||
to the rescue' the public will demand they get reinstated. So, if they | |||
know were going in to find the pirates...." | |||
"...they'll be waiting for us so they can steal the information, | |||
put a few quantum torps down our throat and then they'll waltz in and wipe | |||
out the pirates." Koreth finished the sentence. | |||
" | "Well after the last mission I asked the Admiral for something | ||
with a little bit more tension." | |||
" | "Just how do you propose we face those four warships?" | ||
" | "Its not nearly as bad as it seems. One. The officers aboard | ||
are in GREY Fleet because they couldn't cut it in the real fleet. Two | |||
those ships are there because they weren't able to get up to specs during | |||
their design. The SOLAR and AGAMEMNON class vessels are the original | |||
prototypes and were scrapped because by the time they were completed most | |||
of their technology was already outdated." | |||
"And the two STORM class vessels?" | |||
"We're not sure about them." Zane admitted. "But review of our | |||
sensor logs show that neither of them have had phaser cannons attached to | |||
their hardpoints. Its likely it would be an even match." | |||
" | "Any questions?" | ||
<<< | <<<NRPG>>> | ||
I'll leave it there because you know as much as me! (And this is a little | |||
longer than I'd planned) | |||
You all know the drill, fill in your departmental readiness reports, as | |||
well as your observations, thoughts, problems etc on the upcoming mission. | |||
Staffing: | |||
Enthusiastic congrats to our promotee and medal recipients. Well | |||
Derserved! Let me know if you want to add a line to your service record | |||
reflecting your promotion/award. | |||
ALL: Please remove Charles Jencks and Ian Stenquist from your mailing | |||
lists, as well as Andrew N for those of you who haven't already done | |||
so. | |||
Charles/Ian: If you are lurking out there and read this...sorry but we | |||
couldn't wait any longer. If you are able to return to | |||
ASR in the future and you want to reactivate your characters | |||
to | I've left you an opening. | ||
You'll have to report back to SB ALPHA for reassignment. | |||
New and improved roster to follow. | |||
Regards,<br> | |||
Andy-->Tired Fingers.<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: MSG REPLY (Before Briefing)</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Michael "Mike" Dailey 7-11-1996</h4> | |||
SD 80711.0230<br> | |||
SCENE: Before leaving for briefing<br> | |||
" | > "Computer, response to ENS Allard's message as follows: Suggestions<br> | ||
> noted and appreciated. However, in the future, any comments and <br> | |||
> suggestions dealing with the flight department should be sent directly <br> | |||
and | > to me. End Message."<br> | ||
".. | "Computer, reply to that message" <working>, "ORDERS received and | ||
understood, SIR!, and my compliments to your fully equipped shuttle | |||
fleet. At your convenience, during our off time, would the Lt. care to | |||
indulge in a 'little training match', once the FEYNMAN is restocked." | |||
" | "End and send, computer. Also, send a message to DS-5, LtCmdr. | ||
Allard. Hi There! Posted to USS FEYNMAN under Zane. Fairly pleasant | |||
crew, haven't met very many yet. Will write more later. Bye. Justin. End | |||
and send that too, computer." | |||
" | ENS J.C. Allard<br> | ||
CSO/TAC USS FEYNMAN<br> | |||
Mike Dailey<br> | |||
Splatter2@qtm.net<br> | |||
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: During and After the Meeting</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Joseph Baker 7-12-1996</h4> | |||
SD: 80712.2300<br> | |||
As LT Jerran Terel accepted the second pip from the Captain, his Vulcan | |||
side still would not allow his Bajoran side to show the pride he was | |||
feeling, but he did have a sligh, unmistakable smile on his face as he | |||
floated back to his seat, his fellow crewmembers giving him quiet votes of | |||
confidence before the commander continued. He made a note to make sure | |||
of | that he helped the commander with that shrew of a QM on EPSILON. He | ||
figured it was best, though, to go through other channels to get the | |||
needed shuttles. And, as Zane explained the mission into the Coalsack, he | |||
realised they might just need a little more firepower, perhaps even some | |||
of the fighters which the new CSO, ENS Allard had mentioned. He quickly | |||
made a note in his PADD to ask the Ensign where he might acquire such ships | |||
without having to incur the prying eye of the QM. | |||
As for pilots, he had been able to dig up five pilots so far from EPSILON, | |||
in addition to another three arriving from ALPHA in the next couple of | |||
days, just in time to come aboard before the FEYNMAN left dock. Now he | |||
just needed to get the ships for them. With the shuttles Zane had been | |||
able to get from the QM in addition to the two Assault bee sleds they | |||
already had, it shouldn't take too many more ships to get as decent | |||
compliment. It'd be crowded in the shuttlebays, but Jerran was sure WO | |||
Dunnon could handle the load. | |||
After the commander finished with his part of the briefing, a few of the | |||
officers asked some questions concerning the mission, and then they filed | |||
out as best they could in the awkwardly aquatic environment. Jerran | |||
caught up with LTJG Glin'kharr, which was not too hard considering | |||
the good doctor's people weren't known for their swimming prowess, and | |||
said, "Doctor, if you need any help with the your added duties in the | |||
science department, please don't hesitate to ask. I have had training at | |||
the Vulcan Science academy in the various natural sciences, and would be | |||
glad to assist, when my duties permit." | |||
" | "Thank you, Lieutenant. I appreciate the sentimate." | ||
Jerran nodded and swam off towards the exit, stumbling slightly as he | |||
walks over to the dry side. He smiled as he noticed that his clothes were | |||
immediately dry, and he walked off the 'deck without worry of dripping all | |||
over the ship. | |||
<nowiki>---------------------------------------</nowiki><br> | |||
Scene: Main Shuttlebay, half an hour after meeting<br> | |||
The flight department stood at attention in front of the new runabout | |||
NOGURA II as Jerran walked in. They cheered him as the door closed, and | |||
congratulated him on his promotion. He smiled to them and thanked them. | |||
After a moment, his expression became more sober as he shouted all of a | |||
sudden, "Attention on deck!" | |||
Surprised, the group of pilots knew not what else to do other than follow | |||
their FCO's orders as they got into the same line in front of the | |||
runabout. He walked in front of them, examining each one's uniform, | |||
stopping in front of ENS Cartwright. "You're out of uniform, Mister!" | |||
"I am sorry, sir! I was not aware that this was not the uniform of the | |||
day, sir!" she said crisply. | |||
Jerran raised an eyebrow and said, "I suggest you get into uniform | |||
immediately, Lieutenant!" | |||
"Aye, aye, sir..." she stopped for a moment as what he had just said sunk | |||
in and she turned to him questioningly and said, "Sir?" | |||
"Was I studdering, Lieutenant JG Cartwright?" He smiled to her and pulled | |||
out a small box, opening it to reveal a small hollow pip which he put on | |||
her collar. "This will have to do for now, but I don't want to see this | |||
sort of thing happen again. You've already been a bad enough influence on | |||
both Mr. Dunnon and Chief t'Jon. Front and center, you two." | |||
The human shuttle pilot and the Andorian flight controller marched out of | |||
the line and stood in front of Jerran as he pulled out another pair of | |||
boxes, pinning a new Chief Warrant Officer's pip on Dunnon's collar and a | |||
Senior Chief Petty Officer's chevron on t'Jon's. | |||
"Back in line," he said with a smile. "Now, I won't say anything to the | |||
Captain about these lapses in the dress code, as long as it doesn't happen | |||
again." | |||
"No, sir!" everyone shouted at the same time. | |||
Jerran laughed and said, "Come on, you group of misfits. The first round | |||
of synthehol at EPSILON is on me. The second round is on our other | |||
Lieutenant," winking at Jennifer. The pilots cheered again and followed | |||
their FCO out of the bay. | |||
<NRPG> | |||
Just a quicky to give my NPC's a promotion as well, and to tell you I'm | |||
still around and ready for another mission :) | |||
Joseph Baker<br> | |||
LT Jerran Terel<br> | |||
FCO USS FEYNMAN<br> | |||
NCC-66000<br> | |||
<pre style="font-weight: bold; background-color: #303030; color: #ccc7e1;"> | |||
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* jobaker@chuma.cas.usf.edu * jbaker@deans2.cas.usf.edu * | |||
**************************************************************************** | |||
* Joseph Baker * | |||
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: | * University of South Florida * | ||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by | **************************************************************************** | ||
SD | * 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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</pre> | |||
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Allard's Input</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Michael "Mike" Dailey 7-12-1996</h4> | |||
SD 80712.2230<br> | |||
SCENE: HOLODECK BRIEFING<br> | |||
J.C. wiped his brow, perspiring just a bit. <nowiki>*What's wrong with me! I know, I | |||
probably just nervous.*</nowiki> Checking the quick notes he had made on his PADD from the | |||
10-minute meeting with his Asst. Department Head, J.C. mentally rehearsed what he was | |||
going to say. This WAS his first briefing with Senior Line officers, not Academy NCO's | |||
or classroom Instructors. This wasn't a classroom, this was REAL life. | |||
The lift stopped and deposited J.C. on the Holodeck. "Computer, senior officers' | |||
briefing?". <nowiki><Ready, please enter>.</nowiki> J.C. entered through the massive Holodeck doors, to | |||
the wide-opened empty, black Holodeck grid, except for a strange glow on the far wall. | |||
He stopped, clutching the PADD in his left hand, "Computer, I requested the Holodeck for | |||
the briefing?" J.C. looked around, angry, but worried. Being fashionably late on this | |||
ship would not be a good idea. | |||
Startled, the computer response was VERY different, a different voice! | |||
<nowiki><Hello and welcome, Ensign Justin Allard></nowiki> said the unfamiliar voice. J.C. momentarily | |||
winced at someone using his given name. A small table materialized on the far wall, near | |||
the dark blue glowing blob. Upon it was another PADD. | |||
<nowiki><Please take a PADD.></nowiki> | |||
<nowiki> | "Computer, I have on already, SEE!" J.C. recalled the night his squad tried to | ||
override the academy computer, and lost. He held up his PADD, as if some unseen eyes | |||
of the blind computer could better observe it. <nowiki><Please accept the one located on the | |||
table, and proceed through the door></nowiki> With that, the small glowing blob turned into a | |||
door-sized glowing doorway. "O.K. I know I can't argue with a computer!" J.C. walked to | |||
the table, exchanged PADDs, pausing a moment to straighten his uniform, and stepped | |||
through the doorway, and | |||
The | <nowiki>*OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! SNARK GEEETTTT MEEEE OOUUUTTTTTAAA HEREEEEE!!*</nowiki> The words burst | ||
into J.C.'s mind, but did not utter a sound, even a gurgling sound. Beyond fear, the | |||
feeling a non-swimmer had when totally submersed in water! Although he could see, and | |||
hear the "effects" of underwater, somehow he wasn't "wet". Risking life, and probably | |||
air, J.C. opened his mouth, and breathed as normal with astounding shock. <nowiki>*OK, I can | |||
handle underwater briefings.*</nowiki> He regained composure and control, slowly, looking | |||
around and seeing some sort of amphibious creature swim towards him. | |||
<nowiki>*Do not worry. As long as you stay near one of us, you can breathe.*</nowiki> | |||
Taking a few more careful, test breaths, J.C. looked at the creature. <nowiki>*OK underwater | |||
briefings and Telepathic sea creatures. What was that Admiral's name.... *</nowiki> | |||
<nowiki>*This way, I will take you to the others.*</nowiki> J.C. looked at her, not knowing if he was to | |||
walk, run, jump, or swim. He took a tentative step, and walked as normal. In seconds, | |||
he was surrounded by his shipmates. J.C. glanced at everyone, who were all Senior | |||
Officers to him, and came to attention. "Good afternoon, sirs." Many were talking among | |||
themselves before the meeting started. The XO and CO greeted him. J.C. took a seat | |||
beside a wolf in Medical clothing. <nowiki>*Wow, almost has the same fur colors as my pet | |||
Benjamin.*</nowiki> | |||
Paying close attention to the CO and the other officers, but still looking around at | |||
his new shipmates, J.C. tried to put ranks, positions, and faces to the few names he | |||
knew, which was hard considering he had met no one except the XO. He smiled when the FCO | |||
was promoted and the Wolf CMO and the other Officer were awarded the Leonard McCoy | |||
award. | |||
" | The Captain spoke up to Allard," Now we'll hear from Security. Allard, your report." | ||
in and | J.C. stood, out of Academy drill when reporting to a Senior Officer, but mostly to keep | ||
from sitting doing nothing. "Sirs, I just reported in a few hours ago, and had a quick | |||
talk with my 2nd in command. Operational we're 100%. both Security and weapons. | |||
Staffing, I am short 6 technicians, which I've drafted the request and forwarded it to | |||
you, Commander Maril. I also found out I have two Middies assigned to Security. I'll be | |||
pairing them up with each of my NCO's to balance their training. | |||
" | "As far as our mission, I have a few Ideas to tighten security ship wide, and | ||
better prepare my team for the surprises of the unknown. Readiness drills, including | |||
boarding, battle stations, and intruder control drills. My 2nd also informed my | |||
ship-wide Phaser qualifications for this half of the year are incomplete for many, umm, | |||
Senior Officers. J.C. gulped slightly. <nowiki>*They could all practice now, just stun me, | |||
please!*</nowiki> J.C. came to at-ease to signify that's all he had to say, hoping it was enough. | |||
Submitted,<br> | |||
Ensign J.C. Allard<br> | |||
CSO/TAC USS FEYNMAN<br> | |||
Mike Dailey<br> | |||
Splatter2@qtm.net<br> | |||
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Maril's View</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Max Felsher 7-13-1996</h4> | |||
SD 80713.0230(GMT)<br> | |||
SLD 1.1300<br> | |||
Holodeck 2: BrOT<br> | |||
" | "Well, Mr. Glin'kharr, on to the next section. Computer, begin Bridge | ||
Officer's Test, Section:Tactical." | |||
Again, the scene became the Bridge of the Feynman, except this time | |||
with Glin'kharr at the Tactical/Security station. | |||
As Glin'kharr got used to the controls of the station, the holo-Zane | |||
walked onto the Bridge. | |||
"Well, we have emergency orders. Starfleet has ordered us to proceed | |||
to Jasadi IV and destroy a terrorist base. It will be defended. Helm, set course | |||
for the Jasadi system and engage at Warp 7 when ready. Mr. Glin'kharr, yellow | |||
alert. Ready weapons." | |||
As Glin'kharr followed the orders and the holographic Feynman sped | |||
into warp, his consience pulled at him. He was a medical officer; how could he | |||
destroy an entire base without provocation, even if it belonged to terrorists? | |||
SLD 2.1345<br> | |||
Just Outside Holodeck 3<br> | |||
Maril stood outside the Holodeck doors, ready for blistering heat, | |||
killing dryness, or frightening cold. Even so, he was surprised by what he saw. | |||
Maril noticed the blue light emanating from the other side of the room. | |||
He was about to go into it, but the computer stopped him. | |||
<nowiki><Hello | <nowiki><Hello, Commander Maril,> Lt. Jenn's voice rang out. <Please take a | ||
PADD.></nowiki> | |||
"Very well," Maril said, surprised, as he grabbed a PADD and | |||
transferred the memory. | |||
Nothing matched the surprise, however, when he moved through the | |||
doorway. Suddenly, he found himself floating in water. He tried to hold his | |||
breath, but he had been caught without surveying the battlefield, and he had to | |||
finally open his mouth. | |||
To his surprise, he could breathe. As he wondered how it was possible, | |||
a creature--like a reskolin of Tamarian mythology, or a merman of Terran-- | |||
appeared. | |||
<nowiki>*Do not worry. As long as you stay near one of us, you can breathe.*</nowiki> | <nowiki>*Do not worry. As long as you stay near one of us, you can breathe.*</nowiki><br> | ||
<nowiki>* | <nowiki>*Interesting,* Maril thought. *Very well. Where is the briefing?*</nowiki><br> | ||
<nowiki>*Over there,*</nowiki> the merman said telepathically, pointing.<br> | |||
<nowiki>*Thank you.*</nowiki><br> | |||
you | |||
Maril swimmed fairly well(though not spectacularly) over to the | |||
briefing area. Tamarians were quite sea-oriented, and so swimming was quite | |||
important. Thus, Maril had extensive swimming experience from his | |||
childhood, and, of course, Starfleet training. Still, it was never something Maril | |||
was particularly interested in, and so he struggled a bit. | |||
Finally, though, he reached the area. He found some food to his liking, | |||
and then sat down at the conference table. | |||
As Commander Zane started, Maril tried to listen, though it was a little | |||
hard, considering the water. | |||
After Jerran recieived his promotion, Maril congratulated him. He was | |||
very surprised, however, when the Captain called him up, along with Lt. | |||
Glin'kharr, and awarded both of them the Leonard McCoy Medal. | |||
"Thank you, Captain," he said as Zane pinned the medal on his uniform. | |||
" | "You deserve it, Commander," Zane replied. | ||
As | As he sat back down, Maril felt a surge of pride. He had played an | ||
instrumental role in defeating the Plague, and he was proud of it. | |||
The briefing continued, with Commander Zane outlining their new | |||
mission. | |||
None of them knew it at the time, but one of the "mermen" standing just | |||
outside the conference area was no merman at all--in fact, he was a Starfleet | |||
officer. However, this officer wasn't in Red Fleet, Blue Fleet, Gold, Silver, or | |||
Indigo. This officer was from Gray Fleet, and at that moment, he was learning | |||
the plans of the Feynman. | |||
The sun has met the sea,<br> | |||
Lt. Commander Onta Maril,<br> | |||
First Officer, USS Feynman,<br> | |||
aka Max Felsher<br> | |||
NRPG: | |||
Yes, I know it's rather long, but I crammed quite a bit into one post. I'm sorry I | |||
haven't posted in a few days, but I was uunable to access CompuServe from | |||
Wednesday morning to this morning(Eastern Daylights Time). | |||
Andy: I noticed a few errors in the roster. For one my E-Dress is still listed | |||
under the old one(zante@....) and second, Azelti Maril has left for his home, so | |||
you can take him off the NPC's lists(both regular and registered.) I hope the | |||
spy in the last paragraph isn't a problem, but I figured that the Gray Fleet | |||
would have someone behind the scenes trying to get information. If it's a | |||
problem, maybe a freak electrical shock will kill him. :D | |||
Ted: Your next BrOT situation is at the beginning. I hope that part about his | |||
conscience was in character. :) | |||
Ted, Jospeh: Congrats on the medal and promotion! :) | |||
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Allard's Input (Cont.)</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by | |||
Andrew Catterick 7-13-1996</h4> | |||
SD:80713.0900 | |||
SCENE: HOLODECK BRIEFING | |||
< | > "As far as our mission, I have a few Ideas to tighten security ship wide, and<br> | ||
> better prepare my team for the surprises of the unknown. Readiness drills, including<br> | |||
> boarding, battle stations, and intruder control drills. My 2nd also informed my<br> | |||
> ship-wide Phaser qualifications for this half of the year are incomplete for many, umm,<br> | |||
> Senior Officers. J.C. gulped slightly. *They could all practice now, just stun me,<br> | |||
> please!* J.C. came to at-ease to signify that's all he had to say, hoping it was enough.<br> | |||
Zane looked around the table at the assembled officers some of | |||
them looking a little guilty. "I expect that situation to be rectified | |||
soon, preferably before we enter the Coalsack. See to it, Ensign Allard." | |||
"Aye sir. When shall I book you in?" | |||
Zane turned to stare at the new CSO and stopped himself from | |||
letting out the initial comment that was on the tip of tonque. He was | |||
overdue and he knew the Ensign was right. "I'll make sure I complete the | |||
qualifications drill before we lift." He smiled. "Fair enough." | |||
"Yes sir." | |||
"Good." He turned to face the group. "Now, as part of the press | |||
hoopla the Admiral has asked me to pass along his 'request' that we all | |||
cooperate with the press fully. As far as the crew is concerned its still | |||
'no comment' but it is assumed that the senior staff know a little bit | |||
more about things so be prepared to drop them a few sound bites. Nothing | |||
substantial, just 'happy to do our part', 'looking forward to bringing | |||
security to the coalsack'. blah blah blah. Don't let them corner you | |||
into specifics and above all not a whisper of the SHADOW fleet." | |||
He sipped the last of his coffee. "Any questions? Good. We're on | |||
shoreleave for 60 more hours and then we launch at 0800. Dismissed." | |||
<<<NRPG>>> | |||
I was just going to send out an NRPG but thought hey why not. | |||
Mike Dawe's server is down for the next 3 days but his mail is being | |||
archived so keep him on your mailing lists. He has asked me to include | |||
some sort of dealings with the press so that they know what is going on | |||
before we leave. This is to keep in with our storyline and I suspect may | |||
involve the greater 'SILVER tapestry.' So have fun with the press. | |||
We'll launch Monday afternoonish. Mission clock will start then. Anyone | |||
that hasn't posted during the briefing but planned to do so please do so:) | |||
Mike Dailey: Please remove the following two eddresses from your mailing | |||
list: LT.(jg) Oktyabr Krazny <jen...@watmail.ucr.edu> | |||
EN. Kevin Bishop <barbo.s...@mailbox.swipnet.se> | |||
and add Joesph Baker's (FCO) two eddresses: | |||
<jba...@dean2.cas.usf.edu> | |||
<job...@chuma.cas.usf.edu> | |||
See I told you guys Kristin might come back early and we shouldn't say | |||
anything bad about her. Last time I let you guys tell me what to do<EG> | |||
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: CEO Briefing</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Jason Bostjancic 7-14-1996</h4> | |||
SD:80713.0900<br> | |||
SCENE: HOLODECK BRIEFING<br> | |||
Tarrant waited patiently for the others to give their reports. | |||
He was particularly intriqued by the new CSO. Green wasn't | |||
a word he liked to use, (since he wasn't exactly three years | |||
in the fleet either), but Ens. Allard sure fit the picture. Stiff | |||
as a board, and maybe a bit cocky... he liked him. | |||
"... and Mr. Koreth?" | |||
The partial Klingon was brought back into holoreality. | |||
"Sir, all the refits and replacements to the SIF and IDS | |||
systems are near completion, " he glanced over at Jerran, | |||
"and should be online by 0500 tomorrow." | |||
The Captain nodded. | |||
" | "I would like to make some changes to our shield system, though." | ||
noting the concerned look on Zanes face he decided to explain. | |||
"Technologicly we are far superior to the pirates, and we are | |||
beyond the capabilities of the Shadow Fleet we now know | |||
do to their incomplete ships. I can reroute our extra power to | |||
make an inner shield along our own. " | |||
" | "Why the extra protection Lieutenant? If we are technologicly | ||
superior." asked Jenn. | |||
" | "In a situation as the Shadow Fleet is in I would suspect some | ||
maquis type tactics could be used on us, ones that we may not be | |||
prepared for. The second shield could provide something they | |||
wouldn't suspect from a Federation Ship on this type of mission." | |||
Zane gave it a thought then replied, "Ok, Lieutenant, but I want | |||
that second shield to be a surprise. Be able to activate it and | |||
deactivate it so regular scans won't tip them off." | |||
"Aye Sir." | |||
I | "Also, I want a team on the DELPHI round the clock. That is our | ||
one true ace here." | |||
.... | |||
NRPG : Well at least I finally got to that! | |||
I just completed running a Magic Tournament (card game) here<br> | |||
and can now put all of my free time back into vegging out<br> | |||
on the puter <G><br> | |||
Jason | |||
Lieutenant Cmdr. Tirrin Vorak - OPS/2O - USS SERAPIS<br> | |||
< | Lieutenant Tarrant L. Koreth - CEO - USS FEYNMAN<br> | ||
< | |||
"Quoth the Raven 'Nevermore'"<br> | |||
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Phaser Qualifications</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Michael "Mike" Dailey 7-14-1996</h4> | |||
SD80714.1600<br> | |||
TO: Senior Staff<br> | |||
FROM: Ens. J.C. Allard<br> | |||
RE: Biannual Sidearm Qualification<br> | |||
Sirs, as stated during our mission briefing, many officers and departments are | |||
seriously behind on their sidearm qualification, with the ship-wide total only at 53% | |||
completed. Below is a list, by Department and percentage, of personnel still | |||
unqualified. Individual Department Heads, and where applicable, Asst. Dept. Heads are | |||
listed. In the next two days, myself or my 2nd in command will contact you to schedule | |||
those persons in your departments who are not yet qualified. | |||
All commissioned officers, as always, please remember to bring your issued sidearm | |||
for routine inspection, and cleaning if necessary. Feel free to use Holodeck program | |||
SEC-X118A to brush up before your test. This is a new simulation from Training Command, | |||
- | replacing the older SEC-SQ118 program with 8 levels of difficulty. Try it! | ||
CO - CMDR Zane Not qualified<br> | |||
MCPO Larocque " "<br> | |||
XO - LTCMDR Maril " "<br> | |||
WO Jafel " "<br> | |||
OPS - LT. Jenn Qualified 80623.1300<br> | |||
SECURITY 12% Not qualified<br> | |||
Ens. J.C. Allard Qualified - Academy<br> | |||
CPO Tamarov Qualified - 80611.0915<br> | |||
MEDICAL 9% Not qualified<br> | |||
LTjg. Dr. Glin'Kharr Not Qualified<br> | |||
SCIENCE 13% Not Qualified<br> | |||
FLIGHT CONTROLLER 34% Not qualified<br> | |||
LT. Terrel Not Qualified<br> | |||
LTjg. Cartwright Not Qualified<br> | |||
ENGINEERING 7% Not Qualified<br> | |||
LT. Koreth Qualified 80601.1555<br> | |||
Ens. T. Jared Qualified 80604.2135<br> | |||
Thank you for you cooperation in this matter.<br> | |||
Ens. J.C. Allard<br> | |||
CSO/TAC Officer<br> | |||
" | Mike Dailey<br> | ||
splatter2@qtm.net<br> | |||
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: The Captain's New Clothes... er Chair</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Jason Bostjancic 7-15-1996</h4> | |||
SD 80715<br> | |||
SLD: 4.1800<br> | |||
With the official press conference over, and the media harping | |||
on anyone on Epsilon who even looked like they might be on | |||
the Feynman, Lt. Koreth had no plans on leaving the ship. | |||
. | But then again, the CEO always seemed to have an excuse | ||
for not leavin during shore leave, and complaining all the while. | |||
Besides, the last finishing touches were being completed for | |||
and | Commander Zane's new chair. The gravity 'belt' system seemed | ||
to work perfectly, and the built in computer terminal and slide | |||
out PADD were extra little options. Including a neat little addition | |||
only Zane and Tarrant would know about... a phaser concealed | |||
in the arm rest that would shoot into the Captain's hand with | |||
the right motion. | |||
The chair was beamed directly to the bridge for final placement | |||
when Tarrant decided to let the Captain know about it... | |||
Scene: Captain's Ready | |||
" | "I'll assume that you've finished my little request Mr. Koreth." The | ||
Captain tried to hide what looked to Tarrant like a grin of | |||
anticipation. | |||
"Yes sir. They are securing it now, but there are a few little things | |||
you must know about it first." And with that Tarrant pulled out a | |||
PADD and handed it to Zane. | |||
"I figured as much knowing you Lieutenant." After going over it | |||
for | for a few seconds, but not really going over it, he announced | ||
"OK, let me see it." | |||
With the burden of the next mission upon his sholders the Captain | |||
had to take his little pleasures where he could. And thus, was | |||
the first out the door. | |||
Scene: Bridge | |||
Sitting in the new chair, with a grin on his face like a child who | |||
knows he just got the last ice cream cone, was Bat. Before Zane | |||
could even protest the old CSO spoke up. | |||
"Ya know. If the brass found out you got something this nice they'd | |||
probably demote you and take it for themselves." He was spining | |||
around enjoying the air-like movement. | |||
"And last time I checked your name wasn't on the list for bridge | |||
officer of the day?" said Zane, his eyebrow raised. | |||
"Nope, and I wouldn't want it." With that he rose from the chair. | |||
"Actually I needed to speak with you about some rumors I hear | |||
about our next mission. Now I know I'm not in the know but..." | |||
Zane looked around, "Maybe later Bat, in more private quarters." | |||
"You're killing me... but I guess I'll wait." he turned his attention to | |||
Lt. Koreth. "Perhapse you'd like to get a drink Mr. Round the clock?" | |||
"Actually I have some work..." | |||
Bat cut him off, "I've got a brand new recipe for Betazoid Tea, and | |||
just got in the ingredients. No replication." | |||
Tarrant could never pass up anything food or beverage Betazoid, | |||
and Bat new it. It was an evil little ploy, but it worked. | |||
Scene: 10F | |||
True to his word, Bat had the real ingredients. He wasted no time | |||
preparing the drink, and probing the CEO for information. Tarrant | |||
though, as an old CSO himself, was wise to it and only gave | |||
more enigmatic answers. | |||
only | |||
<NRPG> | |||
Perhaps J.C. or some others would care to Join | |||
hint, hint | |||
Respectfully,<br> | |||
Jason<br> | |||
Lieutenant Cmdr. Tirrin Vorak - OPS/2O - USS SERAPIS<br> | |||
Lieutenant Tarrant L. Koreth - CEO - USS FEYNMAN<br> | |||
"Quoth the Raven 'Nevermore'"<br> | |||
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Tying Things Up Before Leaving</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Joseph Baker 7-15-1996</h4> | |||
SD: 80715.1936<br> | |||
SLD: 4.1530<br> | |||
Scene: Main Shuttlebay<br> | |||
The shuttlecraft Cousteu passed through the blue forcefield at the | |||
entrance to the shuttlebay with a slight hum as LT Jerran Terel waved | |||
Midshipman Talo to land it on one of the landing target markers in the | |||
bay. The shuttle floated slowly over the shuttlebay deck, stopped over | |||
the target, and gently dropped to the ground with a low thud. With that, | |||
the last of the new shuttles were now onboard. The NOGURA II sat at the | |||
very center of the bay like a large mother dog surrounded by its litter, | |||
the four smaller personnel shuttles. The four personnel shuttles had been | |||
stowed in the auxiliary shuttlebay when the four new pilots had arrived. | |||
They were now helping the FEYNMAN's regular crew to complete some checkups | |||
and such on the shuttles and other shipboard flight systems. | |||
ENS Mendorn from the planet Benzar sat at the controls of a hover loader, | |||
pulling the central cargo bay module from off the NOGURA. He set it down | |||
on the bay's elevator down to the hangar deck where the enhanced sensor | |||
module for the runabouts and a few smaller ones for the shuttles would be | |||
offloaded and stored for the trip to the Coalsack. Mendorn was a junior | |||
midshipman in Jerran's Nova Squadron back at the academy, and so he had | |||
asked for him personally when he found out the Benzite pilot was | |||
available. | |||
ENS Kella Dar, a joined Trill on her first life, pulled the warp nacelle | |||
cover off the shutlecraft Asimov II, running a check on the electroplasm | |||
shunt from the main reactor. | |||
The flight crew was learning fast that even though these shuttles were | |||
new to the FEYNMAN, that did not necessarily mean they were new in the | |||
sence that they just came off the assembly line. In fact, the shuttle | |||
Piaget was over twenty years old, and hadn't had a major engine overhaul | |||
in about that long. Midshipmen Kaz and Alera were off in the auxiliary | |||
shuttlebay now working with WO2 Kieren McShane to remedy that problem. | |||
McShane, a human from the Mars Colony, had already established himself as | |||
somewhat of a lady's man, even though he had already had very little luck | |||
in the flight department. He had already received a drink in the face | |||
from SCPO t'Jon when they met at EPSILON while LTJG Cartwright watched and | |||
laughed at the exchange, obviously not amused by the warrant officer's | |||
advances on the Andorian pilot, but quite amused by the blue skinned | |||
AFCO's reaction. | |||
The last of the four new pilots to arrive was WO2 Harkone, a rather large | |||
and intimidating Nausicaan shuttle pilot who had an affinity towards old | |||
Terran plays, especially those of Shakespeare. | |||
" | Jennifer walked in, dodging the Nausicaan as he walked by, carrying a | ||
large cargo box. "Pardon me, ma'am, but I do believe they need to make | |||
side mirrors for these rather unwieldy boxes," he said in a surprisingly | |||
courteous tone for a Nausicaan. | |||
" | She smiled to him as she walked towards the FCO and said, "It's OK. I can | ||
maneuver easier than you can, so you have the right of way this time." | |||
The warrant officer bowed as best he could with the box in his burly arms | |||
just | as he continued on his way. Jennifer walked over to Jerran and said, "Why | ||
doesn't he just use an antigrav?" | |||
Jerran shrugged and said, "It's just not his way, I suppose. It'd be like | |||
us putting a small suitcase on an antigrav. But, then again, the way you | |||
pack for vacations, I wouldn't be too reluctant to use one myself." | |||
"Hah, very funny, Lieutenant. Just for that, see if I give you your | |||
messages for the day." She held a PADD in front of him teasingly, and he | |||
reached over and tickled her on the side, grabbing it from her while she | |||
was distracted. "That's not fair!" | |||
"So?" he said as he smiled and keyed in the message retrieval. There was | |||
one message in the queue from ENS Allard. "Prophets! Allard says that | |||
neither you nor I have had our phaser qualification tests in over six | |||
months. Imagine that?!" | |||
"Umm, Terri, dear. You haven't had a weapon's qualifier since you | |||
graduated from the academy. I should know, I've been around you most of | |||
the time since then," she said with a wink. | |||
Jerran made a hmmph sound as he read on saying, "He also used my name | |||
wrong," showing her the PADD which read "LT Terel" right above the deputy | |||
chief FCO's name. | |||
"Uh oh. You're not going to give him the famous Bajoran lecture on naming | |||
conventions, are you?" | |||
The LT smiled, thinking about it for a second and said, "Well, he's just | |||
lucky I'm half Vulcan, or I would give him the lecture. This time, I'll | |||
just be more subtle." | |||
He typed a reply message into the PADD that said, "Message received and | |||
acknowledged. FCO and AFCO will take qualifier this evening. -- LT | |||
_Jerran_" | |||
" | "Are you sure underlining you're name isn't going too far?" | ||
"Now look," he said with a laugh, "You're not letting me give him a | |||
lecture on interracial relations, so I have to do something." | |||
"Alright, alright. Have it your way, you big baby." | |||
"Yeah, I'll remember that when some Bajoran cadet calls you Lieutenant | |||
Jennifer," Jerran said as he touched the send command. He looked around | |||
as the flight crew put the finishing touches on their jobs and said, "It | |||
looks like everything's going alright here. We can go take the test now." | |||
"OK, just promise to let me shoot a few of the targets." | |||
"Oh, alright," he acquiesced. | |||
They walked out the door, the large bulkhead shutting slowly as WO Harkone | |||
walked by, reciting a poem which was cut off by the door, "So live that | |||
when thy summons comes to join the innumerable caravan..." | |||
"Every new Nausicaan I meet is like a new adventure," Jerran said as the | |||
entered the turbolift to go to the holodeck. | |||
<NRPG> | |||
Next Episode: Departure :) | |||
<pre style="font-weight: bold; background-color: #303030; color: #ccc7e1;"> | |||
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* jobaker@chuma.cas.usf.edu * jbaker@deans2.cas.usf.edu * | |||
**************************************************************************** | |||
* Joseph Baker * | |||
* University of South Florida * | |||
**************************************************************************** | |||
* 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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</pre> | |||
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Media Darlings</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by | |||
Andrew Catterick 7-15-1996</h4> | |||
SD: 80715.1000<br> | |||
Scene: Ready-Room<br> | |||
SLD: 4.1600<br> | |||
Zane sat at his desk and scanned the mission orders for the 10th | |||
time. He had spent the last 4 hours digging through Starfleet | |||
communications, bio-files, Fleet movements, anything that might possibly | |||
give him an inside edge for when they came to face the SHADOW Fleet. For | |||
the most-part it had been a waste of time and the frustration he felt was | |||
manifested in the hope that he would meet up with the PHOENIX's Captain | |||
Tremaine. In person. His right fist clenched at the thought as a small | |||
smile pulled at the corner of his mouth. <nowiki>*Call my ship a tin-can.*</nowiki> | |||
Looking at the chrono on the top right corner of the screen | |||
he scowled. Thirty minutes to the press-conference. He hated reporters. | |||
The day he had graduated from the Academy had also been the day that the | |||
REPULSE had been officially listed as 'Missing, Presumed Destroyed.' | |||
Almost immediately the vultures, there to film another boring, they | |||
thought, Starfleet graduation, descended on him. 'Have you heard the | |||
news?' 'How do you feel?' 'What was your first thought when you found out | |||
your family and friends were dead?' 'Is it true that...' And it contined | |||
from there. As a fresh new ensign he was too respectful or perhaps too | |||
naive to tell them what he thought of them and instead stood numbly, | |||
dutifully answering their questions. | |||
That was when Bat arrived and had | |||
pulled him out of the scrum and straightened all of them out quickly. He | |||
smiled at the thought. He had known Bat all his life, thought of him as | |||
an uncle, and was sure he had no surprises left in him, but the seemingly | |||
none stop line of expletives that came flying out of the retired CSO's | |||
mouth had shocked everyone. Certainly the reporters who had | |||
stood there staring dumbly as Bat, his tirade finished, smiled and whisked | |||
him away. | |||
<nowiki><<You have an incoming message.>></nowiki> | |||
" | Stirred from his memories he turned to face the computer screen. | ||
"Display." After a few seconds the header appeared. He was pleased to | |||
see it was from the new CSO following up on his phaser qualifications | |||
drills. | |||
> SD80714.1600<br> | |||
> TO: Senior Staff<br> | |||
> FROM: Ens. J.C. Allard<br> | |||
> RE: Biannual Sidearm Qualification<br> | |||
He | ><br> | ||
> Sirs, as stated during our mission briefing, many Officers and departments are<br> | |||
> seriously behind on their sidearm qualification, with the ship-wide total only at 53%<br> | |||
> completed. Below is a list, by Department and percentage, of personnel still<br> | |||
> unqualified. Individual Department Heads, and where applicable, Asst. Dept. Heads are<br> | |||
> listed. In the next two days, myself or my 2nd in command will contact you to schedule<br> | |||
> those persons in your departments who are not yet qualified.<br> | |||
><br> | |||
> All commissioned officers, as always, please remember to bring your issued sidearm<br> | |||
> for routine inspection, and cleaning if necessary. Feel free to use Holodeck program<br> | |||
> SEC-X118A to brush up before your test. This is a new simulation from Training Command,<br> | |||
> replacing the older SEC-SQ118 program with 8 levels of difficulty. Try it!<br> | |||
><br> | |||
> CO - CMDR Zane Not qualified<br> | |||
> MCPO Larocque " "<br> | |||
> XO - LTCMDR Maril " "<br> | |||
> WO Jafel " "<br> | |||
> OPS - LT. Jenn Qualified 80623.1300<br> | |||
><br> | |||
"Thats not to embarrassing, the two senior officers not up on | |||
their qualifications. Thank-god Krysa is or Fleet would have a fit." He | |||
said outloud, mentally chiding himself for falling behind. Something that | |||
had never happened before.<br> | |||
><br> | |||
> SECURITY 12% Not qualified<br> | |||
> Ens. J.C. Allard Qualified - Academy<br> | |||
> CPO Tamarov Qualified - 80611.0915<br> | |||
><br> | |||
> MEDICAL 9% Not qualified<br> | |||
> LTjg. Dr. Glin'Kharr Not Qualified<br> | |||
" | "Medical has a better rating than security!" He tried to picture | ||
T'Del with a phaser. It scared him almost as much as the thought of | |||
facing a wolf, his teeth barred brandishing a phaser. | |||
> SCIENCE 13% Not Qualified<br> | |||
><br> | |||
> FLIGHT CONTROLLER 34% Not qualified<br> | |||
> LT. Terrel Not Qualified<br> | |||
> LTjg. Cartwright Not Qualified<br> | |||
That's not like Jerran. He's usually a stickler for things like | |||
that. Well, it'll give Kyrsa something to tease him about. | |||
><br> | |||
> ENGINEERING 7% Not Qualified<br> | |||
> LT. Koreth Qualified 80601.1555<br> | |||
> Ens. T. Jared Qualified 80604.2135<br> | |||
There was no surprise. As an ex-CSO it was inevitable that the | |||
Klingon would keep up with the drills. Of course this was even more | |||
embarrassing for Zane | |||
He reached out and touched the reply icon.<br> | |||
____________________________________________________________________________<br> | |||
SD: 80715.1600<br> | |||
TO: EN. J.C. Allard, CSO<br> | |||
cc: All senior staff<br> | |||
FROM: CMDR. Zane, commanding<br> | |||
RE: S-Arm Qual<br> | |||
============================================================================<br> | |||
Be advised. I will complete the qualification drill on or before | |||
SD:80720.1800. Scores will be forwarded to your office. | |||
Please ensure all crew deficinent in qualifications complete drill | |||
before arrival our patrol destination. | |||
Zane. | |||
____________________________________________________________________________<br> | |||
Sending the memo he rose, drank down the rest of his coffee and | |||
deposited the empty mug on the replicator pad for reconstitution. He had | |||
put it off as long as he could. | |||
_______________________________ | |||
Scene: Briefing Room, SB EPSILON<br> | |||
SLD: 4.1652<br> | |||
Scene: | |||
SLD: 4. | |||
"....and that, essentially, covers the FEYNMAN's mission orders." | |||
The Admiral paused to put his pointer down on the lecturn. "Any | |||
questions?" | |||
Zane sat on his chair, to the right and behind the admiral, who | |||
began to field the reporter's questions. Admittedly he did not know the | |||
Admiral very well but to say he was surprised by the last 20 minutes would | |||
be an understatement. The normally gruff Nicholas had held his audience | |||
captive as he explained the mission particulars, using the various | |||
computer animations and sketches that had been prepaired. He had even | |||
patiently explained several basic points that a reporter, who had | |||
obviously not done his homework, had asked. In short, he had them in the | |||
palm of his hand. | |||
"Why the FEYNMAN Admiral?" One of the throng asked. | |||
"I'll let the Captain of the FEYNMAN field that one." He gestured | |||
over towards Zane who quickly approached the podium. "Commander?" | |||
"Thank-you Admiral Nicholas. Why the FEYNMAN? Well, personally | |||
I'd have to say that its because we're the best ship in the Fleet and if | |||
you want the job done you tap the FEYNMAN." A light chuckle rippled | |||
through the audience. He paused as the reporters furiously poked and | |||
prodded their PADDS. Of course every Captain thought his or her ship was | |||
the best in the Fleet but how many were lucky enough to have it | |||
publicized. This would be a nice 'response' to all of the SILVER Captains | |||
who had razzed him in the OClub about the FEYNMAN not being able to hold | |||
her crew. | |||
"Professionally, the answer is that the FEYNMAN class | |||
explorer/destroyer is an ideal assest to achieve the mission | |||
specifications. For several reasons, its DELPHI sensor suite and its | |||
agililty. As Admiral Nicholas has outlined the Coalsack is not an | |||
inviting place. The violent storms and energy discharges are enough to | |||
play havoc with most ship's sensors. In effect once you entered the 'sack | |||
you'd be flying blind. The DELPHI, however, is sophisticated enough that | |||
it can cut through the disturbance's quite easily and locate the pirates | |||
and their bases with little trouble." | |||
their | |||
" | "Secondly the ships small size presents less of a target for the | ||
'sacks random energy charges. Furthermore its low emmission rate is much | |||
more desirable if we find ourselves in the middle of a storm than some of | |||
the larger ships whose emmission rates would essentially turn them into a | |||
very large 'lighting rod'. | |||
"Finally the ship's agility provides a final protection if the | |||
weather get a little rough. All in all, the coalsack is a very dangerous | |||
place but he FEYNMAN will be quite at home there." He paused to sip some | |||
water. "Next question." | |||
"How do you feel about your orders?" | |||
"As a Starfleet officer I have no 'feelings' about my orders. | |||
Like any other officer I receive and follow them." | |||
"Yes I know the party line but surely as an *individual* you must | |||
have some opinions." The reporter persisted. | |||
Zane kept the pleasant look on his face while he inwardly | |||
expressed a few opinions about the reporter, her colleagues, and the press | |||
conference in general before answering. "It is a challenging mission and | |||
I look forward to a challenge. On an individual level, as a Federation | |||
citizen I think it is a logical step in this sector's expansion. Federation | |||
citizens have been moving out to this region of space for many | |||
years. Because it is 'out on the frontier' there has been a certain | |||
degree of lawlessness which has lead to increased incidents of piracy to | |||
the extent that many settlers live in fear of attack or as to whether or | |||
not critical supplies will arrive in time to sustain fledgling colonies. | |||
It is part of the Federation's mandate to protect its citizens and I | |||
welcome the opportunity to do so." | |||
"So what you are saying is that you support the Federation's | |||
expansionist policies." | |||
"No, not at all. I don't think you can say that the Federation as | |||
an entity has expanded out into this region. It has been, infact, | |||
individual groups and beings that have done so of their own accord. The | |||
Federation is merely following these citizens and providing the rights and | |||
privledges that all have come to expect." He cursed inwardly, he hadn't | |||
handled that one all to well. | |||
"Unfortunately we'll have to end things here." The Admiral's | |||
voice rang out. "The FEYNMAN will be departing in less than 18 hours and, | |||
as I'm sure'll you understand, Commander Zane has to return to his ship | |||
for final preparations." | |||
"Can we get a picture Admiral?" Some one called out. Zane turned | |||
to go, happy the Admiral had ended the press conference, allowing him to | |||
escape. He was surprised to hear the admiral's reply. "Of course." | |||
The two starfleet officers turned to face the audience while | |||
shaking hands as the reporters happily recorded the image. | |||
" | "Having a good time commander?" The Admiral growled under his | ||
The Admiral | breath. | ||
<<<NRPG>>> | |||
We'll assume that all those who are deficient in the phaser qualifications | |||
will complete the drill before we enter the sack. Please feel free to | |||
post the drill if you wish to. I plan to...time permitting. | |||
Max/Joesph: Take us out and start the mission clock as MD:1.0800. | |||
(Approx 15 hours after the press conference ends...so if any | |||
of you have unfinished business on EPSILON please feel free | |||
to backpost.) I imagine they'll be a few small craft waiting | |||
for us outside spacedock to get a few pictures of us | |||
departing. If they're anything like today's press they'll | |||
probably be in the way....so try not to hit them. We need | |||
good press relations!<G> | |||
Set course for the coalsack Warp 6. It will take about 72 | |||
hours to get there> | |||
Mike Dailey: The mission date clock (MD) is used to keep some sembelance | |||
I' | of order in much the same way as the use of SD. It is geared | ||
you | to ships time so we will depart on MD:1.0800 (Mission Day 1, | ||
8am) If I've already mentioned this to you....well its as | |||
good a time as any to become acquainted with my feeble | |||
memory :) | |||
Mike Dawe: Well it wasn't quite a press hoopla. Once you get settled in | |||
after your server comes back on line. (I imagine you'll have | |||
*alot* to catch up on.) Can you give me a rundown on what is | |||
known about the coalsack/pirates/this region etc. Are we any | |||
where near the new base the Pearson(?) towed out? | |||
Respectfully, | |||
Andy--->Lots of words, little substance (sounds like my thesis;>) | |||
" | -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: Before Mission</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Michael "Mike" Dailey 7-15-1996</h4> | |||
SD 80715.1030<br> | |||
SCENE: Returning from EPSILON<br> | |||
" | J.C. heard the large doors of the Holodeck here on EPSILON swoosh and clank shut | ||
behind him. That had to have been one of the best "trips" he had ever taken. *Wow, | |||
it's been almost six years since I had seen home.* The sight of New London on Mars' most | |||
sparsely populated region, the Wolfe District, triggered some memories of things and | |||
people J.C. would have rather forgot or more precisely, not had to remember again. | |||
Equally, the mini adventure brought back some wonderful times of youth, when Starships, | |||
missions, and reports were years beyond the carefree adolescent. Walking through the | |||
avenues, visiting Yeager Park, or sneaking into Yeager Park after hours with the guys to | |||
experiment with some "fruit juice" and barely escaping from the constables giving chase | |||
to the boys. | |||
J.C. paused, considering beaming onto the FEYNMAN instead of traversing the | |||
corridors of EPSILON, after all, he had spent the past 3 hours walking around "home." | |||
But after that double helping of Rigellian Ravioli and three chocolate Ssiruv Juices, he | |||
could use the exercise. | |||
After about 10 minutes, J.C. rounded the corridor to the FEYNMAN's docking | |||
bay. About 20 meters ahead was Bay-9, the FEYNMAN's. In front of the hatch were two of | |||
his men. Though not needed on EPSILON, and two being a slight overkill, J.C. considered | |||
the two Security Officers for a moment. With all the hype about the mission, the | |||
dealings with the press, it was a good move. He would make a note to commend CPO | |||
Tamarov, besides, it may make a good impression on the XO or CO. *Spirits, I need that!* | |||
J.C. straightened his uniform, ready to have a little fun with these two, who | |||
looked like they were having SO much fun. Walking up to they Sentries, they immediately | |||
stiffened up upon noticing J.C. They did, however, not notice the other two men and | |||
woman approach. | |||
" | "Excuse me Ensign, I'm Edward D. Moore, Federation News Network (FNN) Just a few | ||
quick questions please. Ensign, how do you feel about your mission," asked the first | |||
chap, shoving a PADD-corder into his face. The other fellow and woman followed | |||
suit. "Ensign, is this mission the beginning of a major Fleet-Federation expansion and | |||
development of the 'Sack area?" The third almost got in his face. "Ensign, you're | |||
Security, aren't you? Do you think a small ship like this is armed well enough for this | |||
mission. Wouldn't a Frigate or Destroyer be better suited?" The two Sentries were | |||
thankfully trying to get between the reporters and their new CSO. | |||
<nowiki>*Spirits, why didn't I beam to the ship.* "ENOUGH!" *Wow, was that me?*</nowiki> | |||
Grabbing a quick, deep breath J.C. continued. "Any information I have you guys already | |||
received at the Press Conference earlier, and as far as my personal feelings, well, | |||
they're my own feelings." The woman, obviously not satisfied, began again. | |||
"But Ensign, we..." but she could not finish for the blessing of the Senior PO began ushering | |||
the trio away. | |||
" | "Come on everyone, this is a restricted area. I'm gonna have to ask you | ||
to leave the docking corridor. Standard procedure 12-hours prior to departure" *Good | |||
job. It was a lie, but it got them away and off my back and they probably didn't know | |||
anyway.* When the 'coast was clear', J.C. made a beeline for the hatch. *To hell with | |||
protocol, after that, Permission to come aboard be damned!* | |||
Once inside, J.C. considered his options. It's 2200 hrs. . He could turn in | |||
early, return to his new office to acquaint himself more than the 10 minute meeting | |||
earlier with his 2nd., or third try out this ships 10-foreward. Turning towards the | |||
lift, choice three won. Leaning against the back of the lift, J.C. mumbled to the | |||
destination inquiry, "Deck 10-Foreward.". That Ravioli was playing tricks with his | |||
stomach. He considered going to sickbay for something, but three or four double-shots of | |||
Aldebran Whiskey will do the same. | |||
The large wooden doors opened to reveal a VERY comfortable looking area. Big | |||
overstuffed chairs and tables, yet the room still seemed huge. Only about 8 people in | |||
attendance. Three middies in the corner playing Domjot *Spirits, that's me only six | |||
months ago*, two separate couples at separate tables, and a Klingon at the bar, and of | |||
course the Host. *What did the manifest say his name was, Bart? No Bat.* J.C. walked to | |||
the end of the bar, opposite the Klingon Lt. He was in no mood for Senior Officers now. | |||
J.C. introduced himself to the Host, taking a liking to his attitude already. After | |||
the second double-shot, they had found out they were both originally from Mars Colony, | |||
though many years apart. J.C. found out Bat was a former CSO and begged for some "war | |||
stories", but Bat made a solemn promise for later. Bat had taken a liking to the | |||
FEYNMAN's recent newcomer, perhaps seeing himself a few years ago. J.C. wobbled out of | |||
his stool, "Bat, thanks pal. Now at least I know someone on this tugboat I can call a | |||
friend." J.C. chugged the last of his Aldebran whiskey. "Careful with that tugboat talk. | |||
If the Captain or XO hears you, you'll be scrubbing the hull with a q-tip." | |||
"OK Bat, OK. but Officers call me Allard and J.C., but my friends call me Justin. | |||
So YOU BETTER START RIGHT NOW, PILGRIM!" | |||
"Justin, that was SO LOUSY. Go get some sleep! That's an order, Mister!" J.C. opened his mouth, then closed it to smile and succumb to sleep. As he turned, he notice the Klingon sitting there. They hadn't met yet, and he | |||
was feeling a little too good to meet a Senior Officer for the first time. He didn't | |||
want to snub the guy, but After what him, Jason, and the others had done to that Klingon | |||
freshman last year. It was still hard to look a Klingon in the face! *Oh well, maybe | |||
now so I won' remember it.* | |||
J.C. very slowly and cautiously maneuvered over to the | |||
Klingons side, Bat keeping an uninterested eye on them. | |||
"Sir, good evening Sir. | |||
Lieute... Ensign Allard, CSO/TAC." J.C. offered his hand. He couldn't remember if | |||
Klingons shook hands,, be he was in no mood to bash heads with this guy. The Klingon | |||
accepted with a VERY firm grip. | |||
"Welcome aboard Ensign. I am LT. Koreth, CEO. I would | |||
ask you to join me, but I see you are enroute to your quarters." Koreth turned and | |||
mutually nodded to Bat. "I am leaving also, you may join me if you like". They left, | |||
Klingon in the lead, Human literally falling behind. | |||
After a horrible nights sleep, and a long cold shower, J.C. arrived on the bridge | |||
at 0730, startling the Gamma watch. He greeted the Gamma Duty Officer, a Bolian and | |||
introduced himself. | |||
"Good morning, Mr. Ein." | |||
The shocked MCPO replied "Good morning, Sir. Welcome to your first watch." J.C. didn't care what he meant by that, sincere or | |||
not. It was not to show off for the brass, but to get a feel for things early. J.C. | |||
stepped around to PO/1 T'meq at tactical and introduced himself to the Gamma CSO. | |||
"Mr. Ein, please log me in at 0730. I'm relieving Mister T'meq." Ein could not argue an | |||
order, but paused briefly. | |||
" | "Aye Sir. Will you take the Conn., since you're Senior officer? Ein got up slowly. | ||
<nowiki>*Is this guy baiting me for a sucker or what. First day I have NO intention of sitting there.*</nowiki> | |||
"As you were, Mr. Ein. You only have 1/2 hour until the Captain arrives." | |||
As if summoned by a spell cast by J.C., the lift opened to emit a | |||
cheerful looking Zane. Slightly shocked, probably like Ein was to see him, J.C. cleared | |||
his throat, "CAPTAIN on the Bridge... *Here goes nothing!* | |||
Submitted,<br> | |||
Ensign J.C. Allard<br> | |||
CSO/TAC USS FEYNMAN<br> | |||
Mike Dailey<br> | |||
Splatter2@qtm.net | |||
==================================================================================<br> | |||
NRPG:<br> | |||
Sorry for such a long one. Andy, Jason, anyone else, I hope I played your characters | |||
NPC's OK. I tried to cover a lot of ground before we "depart". Again, thanks all. I am | |||
still sorry I didn't join ASR earlier. | |||
Mike/J.C. | |||
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Let's Blow This Joint! :)</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Joseph Baker 7-16-1996</h4> | |||
SD: 80716.1500<br> | |||
MD: 1.0800<br> | |||
LT Jenn looked up from her OPS console and said, "Dockmaster reports we | |||
are clear for departure, Captain. They also advise us to be aware of a | |||
number of small ships loitering around outside the base. Apparently the | |||
press is interested in our departure." | |||
" | Commander Zane nodded and said, "Send my regards to the dockmaster, | ||
Lieutenant. Mr. Jerran, take us out, best speed. Try and keep it slow, | |||
though. I can probably cover for you loosing a few shuttles on our last | |||
mission, but if you were to mow over a few civilian ships, I don't think | |||
that would blow over very well." | |||
Jerran grinned as he pulled the ship out of the dock on maneuvering | |||
thrusters, "Of course, sir, I'll do my best." | |||
As they cleared the space doors, they were greated by at least a couple | |||
dozen ships ranging from small travel pods to runabouts and a few small | |||
transports, all maneuvering in a mock battle to get the best photographic | |||
coverage of the FEYNMAN's departure. Jerran brought the ship's impulse | |||
engines online and thrusted the ship away from the press cavalcade, doing | |||
a quick barrel roll as he passed by. | |||
" | "What was that for?" Jenn asked. | ||
" | "Just making sure the kinks are out of the thruster system," Jerran said | ||
with a mischevious grin. "We've cleared planetary orbit, sir." | |||
"Set course for the Coalsack and engage at warp 6." | |||
at | |||
" | "Aye, aye, sir," LT Jerran said as he punched the coordinates into the | ||
computer and engaged the warp drive. | |||
Hundreds of cameras were pointed towards the FEYNMAN as her engine | |||
nacelles raised to warp flight mode and she sped off on a new adventure. | |||
" | <NRPG> | ||
Short and sweet, just enough to get us on our way :) | |||
<pre style="font-weight: bold; background-color: #303030; color: #ccc7e1;"> | |||
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* jobaker@chuma.cas.usf.edu * jbaker@deans2.cas.usf.edu * | |||
**************************************************************************** | |||
* 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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</pre> | |||
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Finishing Up Shore Leave</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Kristen Gant 7-16-1996</h4> | |||
Stardate: 80716.1249<br> | |||
Scene: EPSILON<br> | |||
SLD: 3. 0930<br> | |||
Krysa carried the box off the transporter pad and headed off toward | |||
shipping. It was the last remaining box of Kavan’s things. She had already | |||
sent his clothes. But this one contained several valuables that she wanted | |||
to personally ship. | |||
She cringed as she realized she was wearing her uniform and was | |||
immediately surrounded by reporters, asking about their upcoming mission. | |||
Krysa held the box in front of her looking very uncomfortable, hoping the | |||
would get the hint. | |||
“I would love to talk to all of you, but I must get this box of things to | |||
shipping.” | |||
“Can’t you tell us anything?” | |||
“Well, there will be a press conference about it tomorrow. That would be | |||
your best bet.” Krysa said with a smile. She hoped it didn’t look to | |||
phoney. | |||
“What are your feelings about this mission?” | |||
“Of course, I’m just happy to be able to do what I can. But please excuse | |||
me, it is very important that I get this shipped out.” | |||
“Does it have something to do with the Coalsack?” | |||
Krysa frowned, “This box? No... I assure you it doesn’t.” | |||
She swerved out of the way and continued on her journey. | |||
Scene: 10-Forward<br> | |||
SLD: 4:1840<br> | |||
Krysa walked into 10-Forward after having spent the day enjoying Kavan’s | |||
novel on the holodeck. Now she found herself starved and decided to have a | |||
bite to eat. | |||
She was please to see Tarrant sitting there and promptly took a seat next | |||
to him. “You’ve been keeping yourself busy. I haven’t seen much of you.” | |||
He nodded giving her a faint smile, “I’m always busy during shore leave.” | |||
“Yes, I know. We will have to rectify that you know.” | |||
He looked at her but didn’t say anything. | |||
She laughed lightly, “Don’t worry, it won’t hurt.” | |||
Krysa ordered a large dinner from the replicator and chatted with the | |||
Klingon as she ate. Tarrant laughed at her. “What?” she asked. | |||
“You should have been a Klingon.” | |||
Krysa looked down at her plate and chuckled, “Yes, perhaps I should have. | |||
Scene: Bridge<br> | |||
SLD: 5.0750<br> | |||
Scene: | |||
SLD: | |||
Krysa | Krysa walked onto the bridge feeling fully refreshed. Better then she had | ||
in quite a while. She however, was put in a sour mood when she spotted Ein | |||
sitting at Ops. She walked over to relieve him. “Good morning, Mr. Ein.” | |||
to | |||
He stood and looked up at her, “Lieutenanat.” | |||
“Where is Mr. Teeta this morning?” | |||
“He had a family emergency, sir. And I was the only one with the | |||
experience to fill in.” said the Bolian stiffly. | |||
“Very well, Mr. Ein,” she said with a diplomatic smile. | |||
Zane, who was sitting in his chair, looking very pleased with it, called | |||
down to her, “Congratulations Lt, on being one of the few bridge officers | |||
to keep up your sidearm qualifications.” | |||
Krysa smiled, “Thank you, Captain. It helped me to deal with the aftermath | |||
of our last mission.” | |||
He nodded. | |||
Krysa | Regards,<br> | ||
Lt. Krysa Jenn<br> | |||
****<br> | |||
NRPG: Well, Krysa’s ready to head out :) | |||
Jason, Krysa and Tarrant haven’t talked in a while, so I figured now was | |||
as good a time as any... Especially since she has to play counselor again :) :)<br> | |||
Kristen | |||
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: BrOT, Phaser Qualifications, and Unfurling the Sails</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Max Felsher 7-16-1996</h4> | |||
SD: 80716 | |||
"Your next section awaits. Computer, begin Bridge Officer's Test, Section:Helm." | |||
For the third time, the Bridge of the Feynman appeared, but this time, Glin'kharr replaced Jerran at the helm. | |||
As he settled in, he heard his own voice--over the intercom. [Glin'kharr to Captain. All of the injured colonists have been beamed aboard. | |||
to | However, our medical facilities won't be able to handle all of them. We must get to Starbase Epsilon.] | ||
"Thank you, Doctor," the holographic Zane replied. "We'll get there as soon as possible. Zane out." | |||
Just as Glin'kharr was realizing the irony of hearing one's own vovice over the intercom, the holo-Maril ordered, "Mr. Glin'kharr, get us back to Starbase Epsilon." | |||
"Aye, sir." It was then that he realized that there was a whole fleet of Kzinti ships between the Feynman and Starbase Epsilon. Obviously, the Kzinti had some reason to stop them, though what it was Glin'kharr didn't know, | |||
but he did know that it was going to be a very bumpy ride. | |||
"Ahead, full impulse," Glin'kharr reported. | |||
SLD 4.1600<br> | |||
First Officer's Office<br> | |||
As Maril continued to check on departments' progress in getting the ship ready, he looked at what messages were in his "mailbox". There were only two of real importance, one being a letter from his family, and the other being a message from the new CSO regarding phaser qualifications. Maril was surprised that he wasn't up-to-date, but he would soon rectify that. The other messages | |||
were mostly from the press regarding the new mission. The Captain hadn't lied when he had said there would be strong media coverage. | |||
Maril tapped his communicator. "Maril to Bellad. Report to my office immediately." | |||
[I'm on my way, sir.] | |||
SLD 4.1610 | |||
As WO Bellad entered the office, Maril looked up from his work. He saw that there had been a message in reply to Allard's from the Captain. | |||
"Well, Mr. Bellad, I have just been informedthat you are not up-to-date on your phaser qualifications." | |||
Bellad gulped. "Yes, sir, that is true."' | |||
"Well, I must say, I am pleased, Mr. Bellad." | |||
A look of surprise came over Bellad's face. "You are?" | |||
"Yes. I thought that I would have to take the tests alone." Maril smiled. | |||
Bellad smiled back. "I didn't know, sir, that you hadn't taken the tests recently, either." | |||
"Mr. Bellad, do not be Ayoli singing of his exploits to the enemy." | |||
" | '"Understood, sir." Bellad had a little bit of a smirk on his face. | ||
As he | "Come, Mr. Bellad, the tests await us." | ||
With that, both officers walked out of the office. | |||
<<<<NRPG:I would write about the test, except I'm not sure what exactly it is. Is it the phaser range, with all of those flying dots on the wall you have to hit? Or some other movable(or unmovable) targets? Or is it on the Holodeck? A combination of these? :) >>>> | |||
MD 1.0800<br> | |||
Bridge<br> | |||
As Maril overlooked the ship quickly for the last time, he sensed that the tension on the ship was building. What would they find in the Coalsack? Would they be destroyed, whether it be by pirates, the storms, or Starfleet ships? Or would they be able to beat the odds and survive this mission? | |||
Maril sat silently as the Captain ordered Jerran to undock the ship and then go into warp. He too wondered about the mission, and whether they would survive. | |||
However, as the Feynman hurtled towards the Coalsack, there was an officer on the Bridge who didn't belong. This officer was part of Grey Fleet, and he was so well hidden that not one other officer suspected he was there. | |||
The sun has met the sea,<br> | |||
Lt. Commander Onta Maril,<br> | |||
First Officer, USS Feynman,<br> | |||
aka Max Felsher<br> | |||
NRPG: | |||
<Play ominous music.> | |||
Ted: Only two more sections to go! I suppose we will have to backpost. :( | |||
Andy: I'd like you to add our little spy here to the NPC's(although we don't know his name yet.) Also, if you think we should add a character who'll only be here for one mission(we hope), you can add him to the Registered NPC's list under my name. | |||
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Wine, Friends and Laughte</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by | |||
Andrew Catterick 7-17-1996</h4> | |||
SD: 80717.1100<br> | |||
Scene: 10-Forward<br> | |||
"May I join you?" Zane asked of the CEO and OPS Manager. | |||
"Of course Captain." Jenn waved towards the empty chair. | |||
"What can I get for you sir?" The waiter who had miraculously | |||
appeared asked. | |||
Zane did a quick look to see what his companions were having | |||
before deciding. "Uh, something quick....some bow-tie pasta and a glass | |||
of my Inniskillen." | |||
"Right away." | |||
"So how's the chair?" Krysa asked with a grin. | |||
" | Zane beamed. "Exactly what I wanted! Mr. Koreth and his | ||
engineering teams are to be commended." The CEO nodded at the compliment. | |||
"However," The Captain continued, "my spies tell me that once again you | |||
didn't make it for shoreleave. I thought I was pretty clear on that | |||
Lieutenant." | |||
"I had every intention of taking some time on EPSILON" The CEO | |||
lied, "but with the bridge refit, which I felt I had to supervise, and of | |||
course the pre-departure briefing, not to mention all the extra repair | |||
work after the so-called 'Jerran Maneuver'." He raised his hands in | |||
surrender. "There was just no time." | |||
" | "Yes, well," he unconsciously leaned back to allow the waiter to | ||
place his order in front of him, "that seems to happen whenever we dock | |||
but I don't want it to happen when we complete this mission. And to make | |||
sure it doesn't I might even stick the morale 'officer' on the case." | |||
" | "Sir?" | ||
Zane jerked a thumb towards Bat who was in his trademark lean | |||
polishing his trademark glass while singing his trademark song. Krysa | |||
started to laugh. "Tarrant do your self a favour and take the | |||
shore-leave. You don't want to get saddled with Bat. He'd drive you | |||
nuts!" | |||
"We shall see." | |||
"So how did your phaser qualifications go?" Jenn asked, a little | |||
smugly. | |||
"Very well." Zane replied as he set his wine back down on the | |||
table and buttered one of the whole-wheat buns. "Although it took a | |||
little while to convince the computer to find and reload my original | |||
qualification test." | |||
"You didn't use the new one?" | |||
"I was going to but I decided to drag Chief Larocque along with | |||
me...part of his punishment." Zane grinned mischievously. "One of the | |||
" | sections involves trudging through a tropical rainforest during a | ||
torrential downfall. On one part of trail it gets very narrow and very | |||
muddy..." He started to chuckle. "...and Mike always slips. The first | |||
time we went through it he went flying down the side of the ravine and | |||
wrapped his body around this rock and then slid into the swamp. We had to | |||
actually disengage the program to pull him out." He was laughing much | |||
harder now. "That's why his nickname is the "The Rock'" | |||
"He told me it was a variation of his name in another dialect." | |||
Jenn replied chuckling. | |||
"Oh it is, it is. But that's not why we call him it." | |||
<<<NRPG>>> | |||
Okay, its just a fluff piece. But my feeble brain is still addled by all | |||
the running around of yesterday. | |||
Its Wednesday now....lets say we enter the 'sack on Saturday. So that | |||
gives us 2 days to get there and enjoy some character development etc, as | |||
well as finalizing staffing ;) | |||
Respectfully,<br> | |||
Andy<br> | |||
-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;">SB EPSILON SB EPSILON---->USS FEYNMAN Family Outing</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by | |||
Mike Dawe 7-17-1996</h4> | |||
>Meleah left the Captain's office feeling... nothing really. She didn't know<br> | |||
>whether to be disappointed or happy and for an android, that can be very<br> | |||
>confusing. For her curiosity's sake, getting a Science posting on a First<br> | |||
>Contact vessel was interesting because she would now be able to meet new races.<br> | |||
<br> | |||
<snip><br> | |||
<br> | |||
>After an hour of searching through records, Meleah gave up. There was<br> | |||
>no-one on EPSILON with the name of Rama. She therefore concluded that they<br> | |||
>must have been stowaways or similar. And as Cadence was such a charming<br> | |||
>child, Meleah decided to look after her until such time as the mother came<br> | |||
>back. Thus, armed with the child, Meleah made her way to Admiral Nicholas' office.<br> | |||
><br> | |||
>"Lt. Meleah reporting to Admiral Nicholas as reported," she told the female<br> | |||
>PO at the desk.<br> | |||
><br> | |||
>"Take a seat over there, he'll be right with you. Is that your child?"<br> | |||
><br> | |||
>"Yes," replied Meleah, even though she knew it wasn't true. Besides, this<br> | |||
>PO didn't know that she was an android. And if the mother didn't come back,<br> | |||
>Meleah felt sure that she could handle looking after a child. She would<br> | |||
>need to ask the Admiral about taking a child onto the ship though. "Could<br> | |||
>you look after her while I am talking to the Admiral? Her name is Cadence."<br> | |||
><br> | |||
>"I'd be delighted to," the PO said.<br> | |||
><br> | |||
>After a few more minutes, the PO announced that Meleah could enter the office.<br> | |||
When she finally did enter she met the Admiral who seemed to be in a | |||
foul mood. (Not familiar with him she did not know that this was his | |||
natural state of being. "Hrrmf, come in. It took you a little longer than | |||
it takes most officers to get from the docking bays to my office, get lost?" | |||
"I was not aware I was being timed, sir. I encountered a . . . | |||
friend." She wavered over whether to explain the incident in detail to the | |||
Admiral. | |||
"No matter. How are you at public speaking?" He glared at her from | |||
under bushy grey eyebrows. | |||
"Public speaking? I was hoping for a Sciences post, not diplomatic, | |||
sir." | |||
"It will be Sciences that you get. But the position will entail | |||
some dealing with the press. You will be part of a high profile mission and | |||
as Sciences it will fall to you to put things in terms even lower life forms | |||
(such as journalists) will be able to comprehend." He passed across a PADD. | |||
"Complete briefing is contained in here. You will report to the USS FEYNMAN | |||
and then be holding a holoconference just after the ship gets going. You | |||
will continue to hold these conferences once a day for the benefit of the | |||
press introducing various aspects of the ship and its mission. Any questions?" | |||
Stunned the Lt. shook her head silently. First the unofficial | |||
adoption followed by the posting to a press covered mission. She knew this | |||
would be the chance to make her mark in starfleet but would the mark be a | |||
smudge or a glowing example for future officers? | |||
"Then dismissed." | |||
<<<nrpg>>><br> | |||
Melanie comes after some confusion and disorder on my part and hers. I | |||
accept the blame for most of it but I hope _she_ can break the curse of the | |||
CSciO of the Feynman. | |||
Melanie, below is the mailing list lacking only your address to make it complete | |||
"USS FEYNMAN -- LT. Koreth" <psy342@igc.net>, "LT. Tok" <ljk3@cornell.edu>,<br> | |||
"LT.(jg) Glin'kharr" <edh@oitunix.oit.umass.edu>,<br> | |||
"EN. Allard" <splatter2@qtm.net>,<br> | |||
"LT. Jerran" <jbaker@deans2.cas.usf.edu>,<br> | |||
"LT. Jerran" <jobaker@chuma.cas.usf.edu>,<br> | |||
"LT. CMDR Maril" <10330...@compuserve.com>,<br> | |||
VADM Nicholas <mdawe@cln.etc.bc.ca>,<br> | |||
"LT. Jenn" <sgant@interaccess.com>,<br> | |||
trek <alt-star...@news.news.demon.net>,<br> | |||
"CMDR. Zane" <acatteri@freenet.npiec.on.ca><br> | |||
pockm@deakin.edu.au (Pocknall) I believe will round it out nicely. | |||
Andy, would you be so kind as to give her the briefing stuff of a few days ago? | |||
mike--->thanking you all for your patience<br> | |||
Vice Admiral Azariah Nicholas CINCSILVER<br> | |||
Captain Christof Fife USS REGENT<br> | |||
GM USS SARATOGA<br> | |||
Lt. Cmdr Eskat Eskat USS HERMES<br> | |||
Lt James Cardiff USS SARATOGA<br> | |||
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Getting Familiar</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Michael "Mike" Dailey 7-17-1996</h4> | |||
SD 80717.2030<br> | |||
SCENE: Deck 15, Security Office<br> | |||
Standing to stretch and fighting off a big yawn, J.C. rolled his hard, lumpy chair | |||
towards the wall opposite the desk. *I wonder if I can requisition a new one, that | |||
chair's a killer!* His eyes were even starting to get tired. For the past three hours | |||
J.C. had done some *FEYNMAN homework*, and three hours was enough research for one | |||
day. Starting with prior mission logs, which proved to be real informative, a sort of | |||
guidebook how the crew and officers worked and reacted. Then a brief skim over the | |||
entire crew manifest, jotting down notes on key people (and beings!) he would have to | |||
meet and/or remember. Finally, a detailed review of the Security/Weapons Department | |||
roster and everyone's service record. Good bunch, he thought, though very young and a | |||
little on the green side, with only a few veterans. J.C. would fit in perfectly. | |||
Sitting on the edge of his desk, J.C. shut off the computer and looked out the | |||
office doorway to the Asst. Watch Commander's deck. PO/3 Serteiv Ockiji very busy | |||
logging in the reports and check-ins of Security patrols. At 23 t.s.y., the Andorian was | |||
only a few years older than himself, but Andorians always seemed more mature that most | |||
species. *Right up there with the Vulcans, thought J.C.* | |||
Maybe his 2nd in command was available for a little informal chat. J.C. checked | |||
the chrono, 2050. *Time does travel faster than light!* "Computer, locate CPO Tamarov". | |||
<nowiki>*I need to spruce up this office, it's just not me.*</nowiki> Before the computer could respond, | |||
J.C. looked up to see Alex Tamarov round the doorway, "You called, Sir." The young, tan, | |||
and rather short CPO stood at-ease in the doorway. "Come in Mr. Tamarov. Have a seat". | |||
J.C. gestured to the vacant and discarded chair. He seated himself. | |||
"You're here rather late, Mr. Tamarov." Alex paused for a brief second, "The same | |||
could be said for you, Sir. I was working in Weapons control, and came up to check in on | |||
PO/3 Ockiji. I saw your light on the same moment you paged me." | |||
"Touche, Mr. Tamarov. How are the qualifications going," J.C. asked. He had | |||
forgotten to check himself, and was generally curious. "May I, Sir," he said, reaching | |||
for the computer. J.C. spun it toward the CPO, who called up the database. "Looks like | |||
we're at 82% ship wide, Sir. Guess the Captain's little memo lit some fire under some | |||
people." He hit a few more keys, "Oops. Looks like the Captain, the XO, Medical, and | |||
10-20 stragglers are all that's left." Hitting a few more keys, Alex swiveled the screen | |||
to J.C., "Individual scores are eyes-only for you, and of course the Exec and CO. You | |||
predecessor never bothered to look at them, just transmitted the batch to Personnel | |||
Command." | |||
J.C. shut it off again, "That's O.K., I'll check them when we're 100% I'm just | |||
curious about the ships average, and if anyone scores 100%. They say there's only been 3 | |||
in the past 100 yrs." | |||
"I just called you to chat a little, but you're free to go Mr. Tamarov. I'm going | |||
to my quarters to turn in." J.C. got up, heading for the door. "May I walk with you, | |||
Sir. I'll catch the lift too." "Sure, come on." Exiting the office, they said goodnight | |||
to the Andorian Watch Officer and headed out of Security for the Lift. | |||
Once in, the both gave their destinations, "Deck 5" from J.C., "Deck 13" from | |||
Tamarov. "So Mr. Tamarov, what was going on in Weaps. Control." Tamarov turned, looking | |||
eager, "Myself an a few of the other Weps. crew were going to brief you after you got, | |||
umm, more settled-in Sir. We're working on a new prototype photon torpedo. Instead of | |||
one antimatter containment pod, this new module will contain three. AND, tied in to the | |||
targeting array, it is programmed to "eject them" at .002 seconds before impact. That | |||
will prevent a "dud" from a ship that could normally repel the standard torp before | |||
detonation. No technology can repel raw antimatter." | |||
"I'm really impressed, Alex." J.C. stopped at the accidental breach of protocol. He | |||
really shouldn't call his new 2nd by his first name. Bad habit he would have to break. | |||
J.C. continued quickly, as to cover the slip. "I can't wait to see the actual working | |||
model." | |||
"Well, Sir. The only major setback we have is with the new targeting array. It | |||
seems to interfere with the guidance system, causing it to loose the "lock". We were | |||
thinking of getting a few of LT. Koreth's best minds to help us work it out, then turn | |||
it into Starfleet Engineering on behalf of the FEYNMAN crew." The lift stopped AT 13. | |||
"See you in the morning, Mr. Tamarov." As he exited, "Same to you Sir." | |||
Submitted,<br> | |||
Ensign J.C. Allard<br> | |||
CSO/TAC USS FEYNMAN<br> | |||
Mike Dailey<br> | |||
Splatter2@qtm.net | |||
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Back (Posts) to the Future</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Joseph Baker 7-18-1996</h4> | |||
SD: 80718.1538 (GMT)<br> | |||
Scene: 10 Forward, SLD 4.2200<br> | |||
LT Jerran and LTJG Cartwright walked through the door of 10 Forward, | |||
talking about the phaser qualification test. Jerran was obviously | |||
brooding about something, and Jennifer was trying to tell him it wasn't as | |||
bad as it seemed as they walked over to where the other senior officers | |||
had gathered. With a patentedly Vulcan poker face, Jerran handed an | |||
isolinear chip over to ENS Allard and said, "Your test was quite | |||
challenging, Ensign. It was a pleasure to take it." | |||
The new CSO smiled and said, "Why, thank you, sir." | |||
Krysa smiled over to the FCO and said, "So, Terri, how'd you do." | |||
The half Bajoran officer tried to suppress a scowl towards the Betazoid as | |||
his deputy chief FCO answered for him, "He did excelently, ma'am!" | |||
"Oh, a perfect score, Lieutenant?" Allard asked. | |||
"No," Jerran said as he crossed his arms defensively and clenched his | |||
teeth, "I missed one." | |||
The entire table chuckled at that, except for Allard, who did not want to | |||
laugh at a senior officers expense, but who eventually succumbed to the | |||
urge eventually. "Poor Terri," Krysa said. "I guess you'll have to | |||
settle for a 99.9 percent." | |||
"For now," Jerran added with a slight grin as he and Jennifer sat down at | |||
the table, both ordering a raktageno from the ubiquitous Bat. | |||
<NRPG> | |||
Just a little back post to finish off the phaser qualification stuff :) | |||
<pre style="font-weight: bold; background-color: #303030; color: #ccc7e1;"> | |||
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* jobaker@chuma.cas.usf.edu * jbaker@deans2.cas.usf.edu * | |||
**************************************************************************** | |||
* Joseph Baker * | |||
* University of South Florida * | |||
**************************************************************************** | |||
* 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: The CSciO arrives (late!)</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by | |||
Melanie Pocknall 7-19-1996</h4> | |||
SD: 80719.0600<br> | |||
MD: 1.11.13<br> | |||
Place: SB EPSILON<br> | |||
Lt Meleah rushed to the D-warp shuttle after learning that the FEYNMAN had | |||
already left the SB. On her way she picked up her other belongings and | |||
Cadence so that she was ready to leave within minutes of leaving the | |||
Admiral's office. | |||
It was just her luck that the ship had left the base. Still, being less | |||
than a day away, she would be able to catch up easily. Stowing everything | |||
in the D-warp shuttle, she settled herself and Cadence in for the trip. The | |||
young Ensign flying the shuttle was too afraid of Meleah's imposing presence | |||
to do much speaking, and the Ensign had never come across an android before. | |||
Especially one that looked so eerily human. | |||
After a few hours, they approached the FEYNMAN. | |||
"USS FEYNMAN, this is the shuttle TIBERIUS. I have a passenger on board for | |||
you," stated the Ensign. | |||
[TIBERIUS, this is Cmdr Zane. Is that the new Science Officer?] | |||
"Yes, it is," replied Meleah. "I am Lt Meleah." | |||
[Prepare to beam over...] | |||
"Cmdr, I have a child with me who will need to come aboard also." | |||
[Understood, Lt.] | |||
Place: FEYNMAN's bridge | |||
Cmdr Zane turned to LtCmdr Maril. "Go to transporter room 2 and meet them." | |||
"Aye, sir." | |||
Place: Transporter room 2 | |||
As LtCmdr Maril watched, the transporter showed two figures appearing, one | |||
tall the other quite small. As Meleah materialised and stepped off the | |||
platform, Maril walked forward to meet her. | |||
---- | |||
NRPG: | |||
Hi everyone! It's good to be aboard. I shall try to break this curse on | |||
the CSciO's. For more info on Meleah and Cadence, see my following NRPG post. | |||
Max, you can continue on from there. I'm not sure how Tamarians speak. | |||
Sincerely yours,<br> | |||
Lt Meleah, CSciO, USS FEYNMAN,<br> | |||
Silver Fleet.<br> | |||
Melanie Pocknall. | |||
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: NRPG: Hints</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Kristen Gant 7-19-1996</h4> | |||
> >Melanie.<br> | |||
><br> | |||
> Welcome aboard Melanie. Let me say you've boarded the best ship in<br> | |||
> the fleet <G> (And we have the awards to back it!) Hope you do<br> | |||
> get a chance to break our CSciO curse...<br> | |||
><br> | |||
Yeah, female companionship... Krysa will probably eat this up.... Okay so | |||
she's an android, not going to bother Krysa :) Welcome Melanie!! So glad to | |||
meet you :) | |||
> Oh, and you might want to keep the 'little one' away from<br> | |||
> Lt. Koreth. Who knows how he might react to the child..... then again....<br> | |||
Now this could be fun... Probably the kid would get the better part of<br> | |||
Tarrant anyway... Admit it, he's a teddybear at heart :) :)<br> | |||
Kristen | |||
-------------------------------------------------------------------------- | |||
Kristen and Scott Gant<br> | |||
http://homepage.interaccess.com/~sgant/gant.htm<br> | |||
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<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Passing Time on the Bridge</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Michael "Mike" Dailey 7-19-1996</h4> | |||
SD: 80719.2020<br> | |||
SCENE: Bridge<br> | |||
The bridge seemed quiet with the XO and the Captain gone to meet the new CSciO, | |||
leaving the Conn. to LT. Jenn. Everyone busy with their individual duties. Only the | |||
"electronic" sounds of the workstations could be heard. <nowiki>*Wonder what this new Science | |||
Officer is like... well, at least I'm not the New Kid anymore?*</nowiki> | |||
J.C. was actually enjoying running these various drill simulations, at LT. Koreth's | |||
suggestion. This also allowed him to become familiar with the station. He had trained | |||
many, many hours, but to actually be here. All things considered, working at this | |||
station seemed to come easy to him. | |||
J.C. was in the making notes on a boarding drill for his patrol squads, but stopped | |||
when the incoming subspace toggle went on. J.C. hit acknowledge/receive. It was coded | |||
for the Captain, but he had to notify the Conn. officer first. | |||
"LT. Jenn, I have an incoming subspace message for the Captain. It's Captain Krrick, | |||
USS Saratoga." The LT. spun around, almost a little to hard for the new chair. J.C. | |||
pretended not to notice. | |||
"Very well, Ensign. Notify the Captain.", she slowly swiveled back to normal, | |||
looking slight quizzical at the call. "Allard to Captain Zane.", *Why is my pulse up, | |||
I'm just delivering a message". | |||
"Zane here, what is it Ens.?" J.C. gulped. Zane sounded disturbed. "Sir, I have | |||
Captain Krrick, USS Saratoga on subspace private for you..." | |||
Submitted<br> | |||
Ens. J.C. Allard<br> | |||
COS\TAC USS FEYNMAN<br> | |||
Mike Dailey<br> | |||
Splatter2@qtm.net | |||
NRPG: | |||
Just a little one to keep going. Andy, here's one of your comrades(?) calling to give | |||
you hell. Hope it doesn't mess anything up. Just keeping those creative wheels going. | |||
Mike | |||
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Just a few thoughts...</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Kristen Gant 7-19-1996</h4> | |||
Stardate: 80719.1317<br> | |||
MD: 1.1445<br> | |||
Scene: Bridge<br> | |||
Krysa winked at Jerran as she stood to take the center seat, while one of | |||
her junior Ops personnel took her station. Jerran rolled his eyes at her | |||
and chuckled. The two officers enjoyed teasing each other and took every | |||
opportunity to pull one up on the other. Though anyone could see they each | |||
had an lasting respect for the other. | |||
She had to admit that she was very glad to hear it was a CSciO, as she was | |||
enjoying her added duties helping out Ens. Ryan with her duties. The young | |||
and inexperienced acting Counselor had become a good friend to the Ops | |||
officer. She had been there to listen when Krysa was ready to stop playing | |||
Counselor for herself after Kavan’s death. | |||
Sally had understood Krysa’s pain, having experienced lots of loss in her | |||
own life, not the least of which was seeing Krazny in a coma which he | |||
seemed unable to come out of. Together the two women had comforted each | |||
other. Krysa knew that Sally didn’t intend on staying with the FEYNMAN. She | |||
wanted to get back to Epsilon. But since the FEYNMAN needed her she stayed. | |||
But only until they found a replacement. | |||
Krysa couldn’t help but hope that they wouldn’t replace her right away. She | |||
still missed the companionship of her friend Blayne who had transferred to | |||
another ship when Krysa took over as Ops/2O. | |||
She was curious about the new science officer. She had heard the female | |||
voice and was pleased to have another senior staff member who was female. | |||
She hoped for the chance to get to know her well. One thing she regretted | |||
was that she hadn’t had the opportunity to get to know the Trill CSO for | |||
the short time she had been on board. | |||
Krysa found herself tapping her nails on the arm of the captain’s chair. | |||
Jerran turned and looked at her, “Nervous up there in that big chair, Lt.” | |||
She smiled down at him, “Only because your driving, Lt.” | |||
Regards<br> | |||
Lt. Krysa Jenn,<br> | |||
****<br> | |||
NRPG: I know this is very short, but I wanted a chance to pick on Jerran :) :) | |||
Kristen | |||
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: The CSciO Arrives/Briefing From the Admiral</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by | |||
Andrew Catterick 7-19-1996</h4> | |||
SD: 80719.1000<br> | |||
MD: 1.1412<br> | |||
Scene: Bridge<br> | |||
"Captain, sensors just picked up a D-warp shuttle 'dropping' in to | |||
this sector." | |||
"Slow to impulse Mr. Jerran." | |||
"Aye sir." The FCO replied | |||
Zane spun in his chair 45 degrees to face the FO directly. Of | |||
course it would have been easier just to turn his head but he was | |||
determined to utilize the chairs full 'efficiency'. | |||
Onta chuckled. "You are like Tepoth at the carnival." | |||
Zane returned the smile. "So what do you think? A SCI or CNS?" | |||
The FO considered the question. "A science officer would be most | |||
beneficial at this time but..." | |||
"...but you don't think the Admiral will trust us with anymore." | |||
"Sir the shuttle is hailing us." | |||
"Well I guess we'll know in a moment." | |||
> "USS FEYNMAN, this is the shuttle TIBERIUS. I have a passenger on board for<br> | |||
> you," stated the Ensign.<br> | |||
><br> | |||
> [TIBERIUS, this is Cmdr Zane. Is that the new Science Officer?]<br> | |||
><br> | |||
> "Yes, it is," replied Meleah. "I am Lt Meleah."<br> | |||
><br> | |||
> [Prepare to beam over...]<br> | |||
><br> | |||
> "Cmdr, I have a child with me who will need to come aboard also."<br> | |||
><br> | |||
> [Understood, Lt.]<br> | |||
><br> | |||
> Place: FEYNMAN's bridge<br> | |||
><br> | |||
> Cmdr Zane turned to LtCmdr Maril. "Go to transporter room 2 and meet them."<br> | |||
><br> | |||
> "Aye, sir."<br> | |||
"The new personnel are on board sir." The CSO announced. | |||
"Mr. Jerran, resume course and speed." | |||
"Warp 6, aye sir." | |||
As the TIBERIUS' pilot indulged himself in a lazy turn to reset | |||
his jump back to EPSILON, the FEYNMAN's two nacelle's raised themselves | |||
into position. In a flash both were gone. | |||
As the turbolift doors closed on the departing Commander Maril, | |||
Zane rose to stretch his legs. He walked around to the SEC/TAC-Sciences | |||
section and peered at some of the displays. Allard was busy running | |||
battle simulations based around some of the pre-programmed evasive | |||
maneuvers that Jerran had given him. At the science station Ensign Loth | |||
seemed busy reviewing and cataloguing the information that the DELPHI | |||
Array was providing of the 'Sack. | |||
"Any useful information yet Ensign?" | |||
"No sir." Loth replied curtly his eyes not leaving the display. | |||
Zane smiled to himself. He had heard about the run-in that Dr. Glin'kharr | |||
had had with the ASCI. Not surprising that Loth was disappointed he | |||
didn't get the SCI slot but it was surprising the way he was taking it. | |||
Of course his fitness report said it all, 'brilliant researcher, no social | |||
skills, little respect for chain of command'. The new SCI would | |||
definitly have her hands full with Loth. That was assuming she kept him | |||
in his current slot. It was more likely that she would choose someone | |||
else in the department, who was more compatible, to become her assistant. | |||
"Zane to sickbay." | |||
[Sickbay, Br. Glin'kharr here.] | |||
"Good news doctor! Our new SCI just beamed aboard so we won't be | |||
needing you overseeing the sciences anymore." | |||
[Thank the stars! Another day having to interact with that.... | |||
'person'... and one of us would have strangled the other.] | |||
Zane stifled a laugh as Loth visibly stiffened. "Urr...I guess | |||
we're doubly lucky then," he couldn't resist, "I'd hate to see our CMO | |||
sitting in the brig. Zane out." | |||
"Mr. Jerran?" | |||
"Sir?" Jerran replied, exchanging a quick glance at Lt. Jenn | |||
beside him. Both knew the Captain was antsy, he hated the time it took to | |||
get to a patrol area especially when a crucial mission was at hand. | |||
There was nothing more annoying than an antsy captain who constantly | |||
bothered then with 'are we there yet' type questions. | |||
"ETA to the 'sack?" | |||
Jenn hid a smile from Zane as Jerran answered. "ETA is 63 hours | |||
37 minutes." | |||
"Thank-you lieutenant. Lieutenant Jenn?" | |||
"Yes captain?" She replied. | |||
Zane knew that he was getting on their nerves by the slight edge | |||
in his second officers voice. He hated having nothing to do. He decided | |||
to spare them and changed the question he had orginally planned on asking. | |||
"I'll be in my ready-room you have the bridge." | |||
"Aye sir." She replied relieved. | |||
<<<NRPG>>> | |||
Melanie: Ens Loth is currently the assistant SCI and is an NPC played by | |||
no one specifically, and as you can see has a bit of an attitude | |||
problem. As I said in the NRPG I sent you its your department | |||
so you can keep Loth or come up with a new assistant. | |||
All: I'll send out a post tomorrow morning with us entering the 'Sack. | |||
Mike D: Thanks for the brief...that answers alot of questions and gets my | |||
mind wandering....(run for cover;>) | |||
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: 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 | |||
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. | |||
"Slow to impulse. And hold at 10,000km." | |||
"Aye sir." Jerran replied. | |||
"What's behind there, lieLutenant?" | |||
"Sensors are having trouble penetrating the 'wall'." The OPS | |||
officer replied as her fingers flew across her board. | |||
"Lt Meleah?" Zane asked. | |||
"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. | |||
"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. | |||
"Bridge to engineering." | |||
[Koreth here.] | |||
"Mr. Koreth are the two communication relay pods ready for | |||
launch?" | |||
[Yes sir. We're locked and loaded.] | |||
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. | |||
"Ensign Allard deploy probe 1." | |||
"Probe one away." | |||
"Put me on ship wide Ensign." | |||
"Aye sir." | |||
"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." | |||
"Raise shields and go to yellow alert." The first officer | |||
ordered. | |||
"Mr. Jerran take us in 1/4 impulse." | |||
______________________________________________<br> | |||
Scene: Bridge, USS PHOENIX<br> | |||
"We've just received word from TYPHOON sir, FEYNMAN has | |||
just entered the 'sack at position L-357." | |||
"Helm set course for the TYPHOON, warp 1. Signal the ARGONAUT and | |||
the ROLLING THUNDER to join us there." | |||
"Sensors have picked up a small probe left just outside the | |||
'sack." | |||
"A communications relay?" Tremaine asked. | |||
"Think so." His exec replied. | |||
"Can we access it?" | |||
"Already working on it." | |||
"Excellent." He leaned back in his chair smiling. Everything was | |||
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. | |||
<<<NRPG>>> | |||
Well let this wooden writing be a lesson to those of you who get up early | |||
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 | |||
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!) | |||
Mike Dailey:I received a NRPG from you saying Here is my security | |||
rostor...but there was no security roster! | |||
The SHADOW Fleet: USS PHOENIX -SOLAR Class Capt. Tremaine<br> | |||
USS ARGONAUT -AGAMEMNON Class<br> | |||
USS TYPHOON -STORM Class<br> | |||
USS ROLLING THUNDER-Storm Class<br> | |||
All: Ok were here lets get to work! | |||
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: Before Entering</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Max Felsher 7-21-1996</h4> | |||
Meleah, sir," the android replied. | |||
"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." | |||
"Understood, sir." | |||
"Dismissed." | |||
MD 1.1430 Bridge | |||
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. | |||
"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.' | |||
"Oh, hello, Commander," Jenn greeted him. "Would you mind telling us who our new Chief Science Officer is?" | |||
"I think you'll meet her soon enough." | |||
"Oh, come on, Commander." | |||
"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. | |||
"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>) | |||
MD 1.1700 First Officer's Office | |||
As Maril looked over some information on the Coalsack, he heard the office's "doorbell". | |||
"Enter," he commanded. Lieutenant Meleah walked through the doorway, then stood stiffly at attention in front of Maril's desk. | |||
"At ease, Lieutenant. Please, sit down." The android accepted the chair silently, and waited while Maril cleared his throat before he spoke. | |||
"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." | |||
"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." | |||
"Understood, sir," Meleah affirmed. | |||
"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. | |||
"Dismissed." | |||
MD 4.0600 | |||
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.... | |||
The sun has met the sea, <br> | |||
Lt. Commander Onta Maril, <br> | |||
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. :) | |||
Ted: I still haven't gotten anything on the Helm section of the BrOT from you. :( | |||
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> | |||
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. | |||
"An android is replacing me!" he had said with disgust. "I | |||
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 | |||
experience in the science field than you do." | |||
"That remains to be seen," Loth said snidely. "What are you | |||
doing about the roster?" | |||
"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." | |||
"You're joking!" Loth exclaimed. | |||
"No, I am not." | |||
"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?" | |||
"MCPO Richards," Meleah stated without even consulting the | |||
computer. | |||
"Hmph," was all Loth said to that. | |||
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. | |||
Unlike her job as press agent. The press had had a field day when | |||
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 | |||
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. | |||
Meleah also remembered her first meeting with the rest of the staff. | |||
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 | |||
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. | |||
Meleah held onto the console with one hand while the other continued to | |||
record information from the sensors. | |||
<<SNIP>> | |||
MD: 4.0612 | |||
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. | |||
"Yes, sir. The gas and dust is not providing us with much | |||
interference any more." | |||
---- | |||
NRPG: | |||
(I couldn't think of anything else to add!) | |||
Just giving everyone an insight into how Meleah works. I figured a back | |||
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 | |||
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. | |||
Kristen: We might try to see how Meleah and Krysa get along <G>. | |||
Sincerely yours,<br> | |||
Lt. Meleah, SCI, USS FEYNMAN, Silver Fleet.<br> | |||
Melanie Pocknall. | |||
<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> | |||
SD: 80721.2243<br> | |||
MD: 4.0610<br> | |||
The ship shuddered violently as Jerran eased her in at one quarter impulse | |||
power. The main viewscreen flickered with static, worsening as they went | |||
in deeper into the thick gas and dust of the Coalsack. | |||
"LT Jenn, can you clear that up some?" the Captain said as he leaned | |||
forward unconsciously, squinting at the screen. | |||
"Trying, sir," she said as her hands raced over the OPS board, a puzzled | |||
look on her face. The ship shook slightly as it was hit by a small | |||
gravitational eddy as Jenn shook her head and said, "That's as good as it | |||
gets, sir. The gas and dust create some very massive static electricity | |||
jolts which wreak havoc with our visual sensors." | |||
"My tactical sensors aren't faring any better, sir," Allard said from the | |||
security console. "I'm trying to tap into the DELPHI array to enhance the | |||
scans." | |||
"Navigational sensors?" the CO said as he and everyone else on the bridge | |||
glanced over at the FCO. | |||
Jerran raised an eyebrow as he casually flew the ship through the 'Sack | |||
and said, "My sensors are being effected in a similar manner, but I am | |||
able to navigate us safely around any obstacles." | |||
"Of course," the Captain said, expecting no other answer from the Vulcan. | |||
"Sir, I would like to make a suggestion to enhance our sensor | |||
capabilities, however." | |||
"Yes, Mr. Jerran?" | |||
"The shuttlecraft, sir. When the NOGURA II arrived from EPSILON, it was | |||
loaded with a cargo section full of extra sensor equipment specifically | |||
for shuttles. They are nowhere near as good as the DELPHI, but I believe | |||
that we could slave rig the shuttles sensors together to act as relays for | |||
the DELPHI array. Flying in a standard diamond formation around | |||
the FEYNMAN we could theoretically cover twice the volume of the DELPHI | |||
alone. In addition, once the DELPHI finds something of interest, we can | |||
send in one of the shuttles to investigate it closer while the FEYNMAN | |||
and the other shuttles continue on their way." | |||
Commander Zane nodded and said, "Fascinating, Lieutenant. How long till | |||
the shuttles are ready to launch?" | |||
Jerran smiled slightly and said, "Five minutes, sir. I had them at ready | |||
five just in case we might need them." | |||
Zane chuckled and said, "The day you're not one step ahead of the program, | |||
Mr. Jerran, will be the day LT Jenn is sitting in your chair." | |||
"Prophets forbid, sir," Jerran said with a wink to the second officer as | |||
he typed in the launch commands to the shuttlebay. | |||
<NRPG> | |||
Andy: Loved how you sent us ahead three days like that. Makes up for that | |||
1 day which seemed like an eternity on our last mission ;) I do see this | |||
one as being a rather long mission, MD wise. We've got a lot of dust and | |||
gas to scan :) | |||
<pre style="font-weight: bold; background-color: #303030; color: #ccc7e1;"> | |||
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* jobaker@chuma.cas.usf.edu * jbaker@deans2.cas.usf.edu * | |||
**************************************************************************** | |||
* 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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</pre> | |||
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: "They're Destroying Our Ship!"</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Kristen Gant 7-22-1996</h4> | |||
Stardate: 80722.1218<br> | |||
Scene: Bridge<br> | |||
MD: 4.0800<br> | |||
Lt. Jenn was pleased to see that things were going smoothly with Lt. | |||
Jerran’s plan for supplementing the Delphi Array to help clear up the | |||
static. It made things easier on her part. She was able to track any | |||
strange readings much easier. However, this was the ‘sack and so she was | |||
still on edge. | |||
She became even more tense when she saw the hail come in. | |||
“Sir,” she said turning to Zane, “We are being hailed. It’s Captain | |||
Tremaine of the USS Phoenix.” | |||
Zane cringed visibly, then put on his best diplomatic face and looked at | |||
Krysa, “Screen on, Lt.” | |||
“Aye, sir.” | |||
<*Commander* Zane. May I say what a pleasure it is to see you again.> Krysa | |||
could feel the Captain’s distaste for the man on the view screen, and new | |||
that the way Tremaine had stressed his rank, really grated on Zane. But she | |||
was proud of him as he acted as though the jibe had not been noticed at | |||
all. | |||
“Captain Tremaine, it’s surprising how we keep running into each other.” | |||
<Indeed, Commander. Seems the FEYNMAN just keeps getting in our way.> | |||
Tremaine smiled, <But that shall not happen again. You see, you are now on | |||
my turf.> | |||
“Captain? Are you threatening my ship?” | |||
<I’m doing much more then that,> the haughty smile never left Tremaine’s | |||
lips as he spoke. <I’m going to destroy you and save the day.> | |||
“Really?” said Zane calmly. A smile crept across his face, “I don’t think | |||
you’ll have an easy time of that.” | |||
<You don’t? Well perhaps this will change your mind.> He motioned off to | |||
the side of him. | |||
Jenn’s eyes flew open wide, “Sir, our shield’s just went down.” | |||
Zane turned his eyes on, her and she nodded slightly while still trying to | |||
figure out what was going on. Zane turned back to the new CSO, “Mr. | |||
Allard?” | |||
J.C.’s hand would working his controls as fast as they could. “Sir, they | |||
have our frequency codes!” | |||
<Goodbye *Commander*> the screen went blank. | |||
“They are powering up their weapons!” Jenn shouted. | |||
“Evasive maneuvers, Mr. Jerran!” came the Captain’s order. | |||
As Lt. Jerran went into action they all braced for the impact they new was | |||
coming. When it did the ship shook, almost knocking Krysa out of her chair. | |||
“Damage, Mr. Koroth!” yelled Zane over the klaxons. | |||
<We have a hull breech on decks 10-13, evacuating right now. The warp core | |||
is off-line.> | |||
“Sir, their preparing to fire again!” shouted Jenn. | |||
<Sir, I have been working on something that might help.> | |||
“Anything, Mr. Koroth,” Zane told him, “Just make it quick!” | |||
Regards,<br> | |||
Lt. Krysa Jenn.<br> | |||
*** | |||
NRPG: Hmmm, will there still be a FEYNMAN after this mission :):):) | |||
Jason, I though perhaps now would be a good time to see if your plan worksv :) | |||
Kristen | |||
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Enemies On All Fronts</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by | |||
Andrew Catterick 7-22-1996</h4> | |||
SD: 80722.1015<br> | |||
MD: 4.14:30<br> | |||
Scene: Bridge<br> | |||
> A collective gasp went over the bridge as everyone understood the full<br> | |||
> ramifications of the situation. "What's left?" the commander asked.<br> | |||
><br> | |||
> "I've still got the thrust vectors from the impulse drive to work with,<br> | |||
> but that's not going to give us enough maneuverability to dodge the<br> | |||
> gravimetric fields, let alone dodge the phaser blasts." As if to<br> | |||
> accentuate the FCO's statement, another phaser blast rocked the ship.<br> | |||
><br> | |||
> <Engineering to bridge. That last blast nocked out the port impulse<br> | |||
> drive. Attempting to compensate with the starboard.><br> | |||
><br> | |||
> "Damn," Jerran said under his breath as he tried to maneuver away from a<br> | |||
> thick area of gas. With the port drive ouit, that meant he would have<br> | |||
> less room to maneuver, as the starboard drives vecotred nozzle would have<br> | |||
"Mr. Allard target that tractor beam and fire everything we've got!" Maril ordered. | |||
"Firing!" | |||
"Helm, reduce engines, we're not going anywhere as long as she's | |||
got a hold of us. Be ready to move the second the beam goes down." | |||
Zane raced through the options in his mind, their were precious | |||
few. Their only hope was to break free of the tractor-beam and escape | |||
deeper into the 'sack where the larger ship couldn't follow. | |||
"The PHOENIX's tractor-beam is fluctuating!" Krysa announced | |||
"Can we break free?" Maril demanded. | |||
"Not yet sir." Jerran answered | |||
"Keep it up Mr. Allard." | |||
__________________________________<br> | |||
Scene:Bridge, USS PHOENIX<br> | |||
Tremaine smiled as the ship bucked from the FEYNMAN's attack. It | |||
was useless but he gave them credit for trying. | |||
"Captain a few precise phaser shots and we can take out their aft | |||
weapons" The executive officer frowned, he had counselled waiting for | |||
their three companions before they attacked but Tremaine had not listened. | |||
"No, they can't break free and I don't want to chance loosing | |||
them. We need the ship to explore the sack and plan our attack. | |||
Besides...." Tremaine was thrown from his seat as the ships's port side | |||
received a vicious salvo of disruptor fire. | |||
"Report!" Tremaine screamed. | |||
"Seven small craft have entered the sector they are concentrating | |||
their attack on us." | |||
"On screen. Xanthandi!" The FO exclaimed. | |||
"Evasive maneovers, return fire." Tremaine ordered, furious. | |||
"We can't! Not enough power for weapons, shields and the tractor | |||
beam." he reminded the captain. | |||
"How long til the ARGO arrives?" | |||
"Two minutes, maybe 90 seconds." | |||
"Damn! Drop tractor but keep a lock on the FEYNMAN. Get those | |||
ships out of my sky." | |||
___________________<br> | |||
SCENE: Bridge, USS FEYNMAN<br> | |||
With a jolt the ship was free. | |||
"We've been released!" Krysa announced triumphantly | |||
Zane had already chosen a place to hide. "Helm, come to course | |||
315 mark 23. Best speed. Once were in that pocket, full stop and shut | |||
down everything. Good work Mr. Allard!" | |||
"It wasn't me sir. Ships that the computer has identified as | |||
Xanthandi heavy fighters attacked the PHOENIX. They dropped the tractor | |||
beam." | |||
"Ensign, sound general quarters, intruder alert. Seal off | |||
engineering and find me that saboteur." | |||
"Zane to Engineering." | |||
[Engineering, Lt. Koreth here. Captain we've taken alot of damage | |||
but most of it isn't critical. They were obviously trying to cripple, not | |||
destroy.] | |||
"How long?" Zane asked as he simultaneously listened to the | |||
reports around him. | |||
[18 hours...maybe 14 if you can keep things quiet.] | |||
"No promises but I'll do my best. Can you switch to a secure | |||
line?" | |||
[One moment.] A pause as Koreth headed to the security of his | |||
office. He had a good idea what this was about. [I'm secure.] | |||
"Its unlikely that all those failures were coincidence. It looks | |||
like we have a sabotuer aboard. Probably in engineering." | |||
[Agreed.] The Klingon growled, his mind going over the fitness | |||
reports of the new engineering crew they had taken on at EPSILON. [He | |||
will not remain hidden.] | |||
"I don't have to tell you its a priority. Keep me informed on the | |||
repairs. Zane out." | |||
"How about it Mr. Jerran?" | |||
"90 seconds until the cloud." | |||
"Are we being followed?" | |||
"No sir." Allard replied. "The PHOENIX and the Xanthandi are | |||
quite busy with each other." | |||
"Did the shuttles survive?" Zane asked | |||
"There not on the sensors." Krysa replied. "But I haven't found | |||
any debris either. Continuing scanning." | |||
"Well let's hope they're alright and they'll be able to find us." | |||
"Mr. Allard send a a short communication burst to EPSILON | |||
apprising them of our situation." | |||
"Aye sir...We've got shields...47%!" | |||
"Thank-you Mr. Koreth!" | |||
Zane turned to his FO. "The Xanthandi, this close to the | |||
perimeter?" | |||
"The Armies of Holteri at the Gates." He replied grimly | |||
<<<NRPG>>> | |||
Just a note about the PHOENIX's power problem....the four GREY Fleet ships | |||
were put their because they had some major deficiencies which left them | |||
unable to be commissioned. | |||
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: Picking Up the Pieces...</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Joseph Baker 7-22-1996</h4> | |||
SD: 80722.2225 (GMT)<br> | |||
MD: 4.1200<br> | |||
Scene: Deck 7, Impulse Drive<br> | |||
"Hand me that hydro spanner, would you, Mendorn?" Jerran said, his upper | |||
half sticking up into an access port on the impulse reactor with a hand | |||
out for the tool. | |||
"Of course, LT," the Benzite pilot said as he took a breath from the | |||
breather at his chest and handed the FCO the tool. He then walked over to | |||
the access to the impulse drive's subspace driver coil and began working | |||
on it. | |||
"I'm glad that we had this opportunity to work together again, Mendorn, I | |||
just wish that the Prophets had seen fit to place us under better | |||
circumstances for your first mission." | |||
"Indeed, sir," Mendorn said softly as he closed off the panel and walked | |||
to a nearby control console. "However, I'm sure that we will make it | |||
through this one." | |||
Jerran nodded with a smile as he slid out of the reactor, a smudge of dark | |||
greese on the side of his face. "Of that, I have no doubt, Ensign. Now, | |||
let's see if we can turn this back on." | |||
The FCO walked over to the control console and began manipulating the | |||
controls to start up the reactor. A loud humm began to fill the room as | |||
the reactor's laser fusion initiation system began firing at the slush | |||
deuterium as it was injected into the reactor. | |||
"Reactor power output to 10 percent and rising, LT." | |||
"Good, Mendorn. Keep an eye on the internal pressure. If we have a | |||
spike, this whole deck could go." | |||
"Aye, sir. Reactor power at 30 percent and rising. Internal pressure | |||
holding steady." Mendorn took a deep breath from his artificial | |||
atmosphere and said, "Sir, can I ask you a question?" | |||
"Of course," Jerran said absentmindedly as he concentrated on the reactor. | |||
"Lieutenant Cartwright, she's someone special to you, no?" | |||
Jerran smiled slightly and said, "Yes, she's someone very special to me." | |||
"Then not knowing where she is must be very hard for you, then, sir. I | |||
must say that your Vulcan emotional controls have much improved since your | |||
days at the academy." | |||
Jerran nodded as he glanced at the Benzite and said, "She and I have been | |||
performing extensive mind melds ever since we first started our | |||
relationship. Because of that, even though she is off the ship, I still | |||
sense her. It's true that I don't know exactly where she is, but I know | |||
she is out there, and I'm sure she knows I'm still here." | |||
Mendorn nodded as he looked back down at his console, "Reactor output at | |||
90 percent and rising steadily. Internal pressure is nominal." | |||
Jerran brought the reactor up to a hundred percent slowly, and then sent | |||
the output plasma through the impulse drive system. "Everything looks | |||
fine here." | |||
"Yes, sir. What do we need to work on next?" | |||
"Thruster system. I told Allard to keep his security teams away from that | |||
because I wanted to take a look at it personally. And, I want only you | |||
and I on this, because I think that whoever sabotaged them might have been | |||
in my own department." | |||
"He's a flight controller, sir? Do you know who he could be?" | |||
"Not yet, but I do have a few posibilities." | |||
The two officers left the impulse drive system working almost as good as | |||
new as they went to work on the thrusters. | |||
<NRPG> | |||
BTW, there're five people out in the shuttles, Cartwright, Dunnon, | |||
Harkone, Sirana, and Alera. | |||
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* jobaker@chuma.cas.usf.edu * jbaker@deans2.cas.usf.edu * | |||
**************************************************************************** | |||
* Joseph Baker * | |||
* University of South Florida * | |||
**************************************************************************** | |||
* 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: Silent Running</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Joseph Baker 7-23-1996</h4> | |||
SD: 80723.1827<br> | |||
MD: 4.1300<br> | |||
Scene: USS NOGURA II, Outskirts of Coalsack<br> | |||
Five hours after the PHOENIX attacked the FEYNMAN, the five wayward | |||
shuttles had finally met up with each other near the outer comm bouy. The | |||
crewmembers had beamed over to the runabout to meet with LTJG Cartwright | |||
and to discuss their options. Jennifer Cartwright looked out the rear | |||
window in the small aft compartment of the ship where the group had | |||
gathered around the table. | |||
"Last I saw," Midshipman Sirana said, "was the FEYNMAN taking a bad shot | |||
to the portside impulse drive." | |||
Jennifer noodded and said, "Yeah, and then the PHOENIX tried to pull it in | |||
with a tractor beam, which was interrupted by the Xanthandi raiders." | |||
"So," CWO Dunnon interjected, "It's proabbbly safe to assume the FEYNMAN | |||
is still out there somewhere." | |||
The lieutenant nodded and said, "Probably, and if she's as badly damaged | |||
as it looked like, she's probably gone to silent running, in which case we | |||
wouldn't be able to find her even with our sensors at full active in this | |||
mess. I would think it also prudent to assume at this time that the | |||
PHOENIX probably survived the Xanthandi attack as well, so we probably | |||
shouldn't tip our hand to them just yet." | |||
"So, our best bet would probably to be just to wait here until the | |||
FEYNMAN sends out a transmission directed towards the buoy, and then we | |||
can home in on them with that." | |||
[Lieutenant Cartwright], came the voice of the science officer sitting up | |||
in the control compartment of the runabout over the comm. [I've just | |||
picked up a signal from the FEYNMAN directed to EPSILON. I have a | |||
bearing.] | |||
"Excellent, everyone to your ships." | |||
[Sir, I've also picked up a small ship entering the 'Sack. It's a | |||
Starfleet D-Warp shuttle.] | |||
"Damn," she said as she walked through the door to the front compartment | |||
with the resst of the pilots, some of which began to beam out to their | |||
shuttles on the runabouts small, two person transporter. "Who would be | |||
foolhardy enough to bring a D-Warp shuttle out to find us in this mess?" | |||
she said as she sat down at the pilot's console. | |||
"transponder checks out OK, sir. She's sending out hails on all | |||
frequencies for the FEYNMAN." | |||
"We'd better stop her from doing that before they attract all of Grey and | |||
the Xanthandi fleets. This is the runabout NOGURA II calling the Eqpsilon | |||
D-Warp shuttle. You are entering a hostile area. Please state yor | |||
business here." | |||
[This is the Galileo. We've been directed to deliver a passenger to the | |||
USS FEYNMAN.] | |||
"You are directed to hold position, Galileo. We will beam the passenger | |||
onboard and take him to the FEYNMAN, and you will return immediately to | |||
EPSILON at full speed. Please download the latest logs from the comm buoy | |||
you passed as you entered the 'Sack, and deliver them to ADM Nicholas." | |||
[Affirmative, NOGURAA. Passenger is ready to beam over.] | |||
Jennifer nodded to the science officer in the copilot seat, who got up and | |||
acivated the transporter. A female Bajoran officer in a blue uniform | |||
shimmered into view on the transporter pad as Jennifer sent the signal to | |||
the other shuttles to follow her deeper into the 'Sack. | |||
<NRPG> | |||
Donna, feel free to write anything you want about the arrival onto the | |||
runabout and the trip to the FEYNMAN. If you feel like getting attacked | |||
by Xanthandi fighters, that's fine by me, just don't get Jennifer killed, | |||
as she's one of my protected NPC's ;) The science officer, however, is | |||
just a hapless extra, and is just dying to get killed ;) <Isert | |||
Cryptkeeper laugh here> Also, try not to loose any of the shuttles along | |||
the way back. We lost four on the last mission, and this is coming out | |||
of the FCO's paycheck ;) | |||
<Back to RPG><br> | |||
Scene: USS FEYNMAN, Bridge<br> | |||
MD: 4.1500<br> | |||
"How'd the thruster repairs go, Lieutenant?" CMDR Maril asked LT Jerran as | |||
he walked off the turbolift towards the flight control console. | |||
"Rather well, sir. There was no physical damage to the thruster hardware | |||
itself. The sabotage was mainly relegated to teh computer software." | |||
"Good, then they should be operating normally." | |||
"Better than so, I'd say, sir," Jerran said as he typed a few commands | |||
into the console. "I made a minor modification to the thruster system, | |||
adding some subspace driver coils to them. We don't get as much physical | |||
thrust fromthe system as before, but with the mass reduction factor | |||
induced by the coils, we have a twenty five percent faster turning rate | |||
than before on all axes." | |||
Krysa chuckled from under her console where she was making some minor | |||
repairs and said, "Just don't tell Tarrant about the repairs, or he'll | |||
think you're invading his territory." | |||
Jerran raised an upswept eyebrow and said, "I dont look at it as an | |||
invasion per se. More like trying to make up for my lack of compassion | |||
when I blew out all his SIF and IDF relays during that maneuver I did back | |||
at the ring." | |||
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* jobaker@chuma.cas.usf.edu * jbaker@deans2.cas.usf.edu * | |||
**************************************************************************** | |||
* Joseph Baker * | |||
* University of South Florida * | |||
**************************************************************************** | |||
* 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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</pre> | |||
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: What the Eye Sees</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Kristen Gant 7-23-1996</h4> | |||
Stardate: 80723.2130<br> | |||
Scene: Bridge<br> | |||
MD: 4.1500<br> | |||
Now that the saboteur was incarcerated, and repairs were underway, Krysa | |||
stepped up to the Captain’s chair. | |||
“I find it interesting that the Phoenix was willing to blatantly tell us | |||
they were planing to destroy us.” Krysa said. | |||
Zane nodded, “I’ve been thinking the same thing myself.” | |||
“I think they were most likely expecting help, which for one reason or | |||
another never came.” | |||
“Maybe the Xanthandi raiders scared them off.” Zane hypothesized. | |||
“It’s possible.” Krysa said hesitantly. | |||
“You don’t think so?” | |||
“Well, we’re talking about Grey fleet officers who definitely are looking | |||
for a way back into the main fleet. There is most likely some dissension in | |||
the ranks. Possibly between Captain’s of the various ships.” | |||
“So we’re fighting a split army.” | |||
Krysa smiled, “Probably. Not to mention the Xanthandi pirates who add | |||
another element to this. I think if we play our card right, we could come | |||
out of this unscathed with some simple sensor tricks.” | |||
“Such as?” | |||
“Well, what do you suppose ~Captain~ Tremaine would do if one of supposedly | |||
fellow ships suddenly appeared to be working with us... or even the | |||
Xanthandi.” | |||
“You want to make them paranoid.” | |||
She nodded, “If they are looking over their shoulders for enemies, they are | |||
most likely going to miss us.” | |||
“How do you plan on pulling this off?” | |||
“Well, I have some old sensor codes for the Phoenix. Now I realize it’s | |||
extremely likely that they’ve changed them. But I with what I have a few | |||
creative tricks of my own I can create doubt,” she grinned, “hopefully | |||
enough to make them worried.” | |||
“What about the other Grey fleet ships, should they show up.” | |||
Krysa shrugged, “I’m not sure I could do anything there, but hopefully | |||
Tremaine will be paranoid enough that we would have to.” | |||
Regards,<br> | |||
Lt. Krysa Jenn<br> | |||
**** | |||
NRPG: Since I don’t like fighting... how about we let them fight it out amongst themselves :) :)<br> | |||
Kristen | |||
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Engineering to Security...</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Jason Bostjancic 7-22-1996</h4> | |||
> "Ensign, sound general quarters, intruder alert. Seal off<br> | |||
>engineering and find me that saboteur."<br> | |||
><br> | |||
> "Zane to Engineering."<br> | |||
><br> | |||
> [Engineering, Lt. Koreth here. Captain we've taken alot of damage but<br> | |||
> most of it isn't critical. They were obviously trying to cripple, not destroy.]<br> | |||
><br> | |||
> "How long?" Zane asked as he simultaneously listened to the reports around him.<br> | |||
><br> | |||
> [18 hours...maybe 14 if you can keep things quiet.]<br> | |||
><br> | |||
> "No promises but I'll do my best. Can you switch to a secure line?"<br> | |||
><br> | |||
> [One moment.] A pause as Koreth headed to the security of his<br> | |||
>office. He had a good idea what this was about. [I'm secure.]<br> | |||
><br> | |||
> "Its unlikely that all those failures were coincidence. It looks<br> | |||
>like we have a sabotuer aboard. Probably in engineering."<br> | |||
><br> | |||
> [Agreed.] The Klingon growled, his mind going over the fitness<br> | |||
>reports of the new engineering crew they had taken on at EPSILON. [He<br> | |||
>will not remain hidden.]<br> | |||
><br> | |||
> "I don't have to tell you its a priority. Keep me informed on the<br> | |||
>repairs. Zane out."<br> | |||
Tarrant sat in his office, mind racing. He was needed now more than ever for | |||
the repairs, but he needed that sabatur. Quickly a plan formed. | |||
Rushing back into the heart of engineering, Tarrant started checking different | |||
stations. When he came to Ens. Jerad he whispered "Go with me" | |||
Jeran barely managed to mask his surprise. Before he could ask the | |||
CEO made an announcement. | |||
"Relay Junction J32 is malfuncioning. If we fix it we can get back 25% of our | |||
power through rerouting. If it goes though we'll be out for another 10 hours. | |||
I need someone to go in." | |||
Ensign S'Tal spoke up, "I will go Sir." | |||
Tarrant thought about it, then decided that S'Tal couldn't be the sabatur. | |||
He had hand picked his two alternate CEO's and done in depth checks. | |||
He was just coming out of security back then. | |||
"No ensign. I need you to get that DELPHI back up. We are useless | |||
without our eyes." | |||
Then another voice piped up. It was Warrant Officer Samuel Redaso. | |||
"I'll do it Sir." | |||
Tarrant tried to remember the young man. Nothing seemed to come | |||
into his mind though... could it be him. "Ok Mr. Redaso, go to it." | |||
The officer tried to go through the main doors and was stopped cold | |||
when they didn't open. Luckily S'Tal had cought on. Thank god | |||
for that Vulcan logic. | |||
"The doors are jammed shut from that last blast. Take the | |||
jefferies tubes." | |||
Redaso nodded, and headed toward the tube entrance. | |||
Tarrant walked over to the DELPHI array. It was one of the | |||
few working systems that could access the computer core. S'Tal | |||
was already a steap ahead. | |||
"Nothing on his past sir. All classified." said the Vulcan in hushed tones. | |||
.................<br> | |||
Scene: Jefferies Tube J<br> | |||
Redaso decided it was time to eliminate the FEYNMAN's ability to react | |||
completely. He would destroy the relay section and then hide in | |||
the tubes until the GREY fleet arrived. | |||
He patted his hidden pocket. The phaser was still there. | |||
...................<br> | |||
Scene: Main Engineering<br> | |||
"... and that relay comes to a cross-section at K2." | |||
"Thats about the size of a turbolift shaft. We'll take him there." Said | |||
Tarrant. | |||
"Why not just activate the security forcefields?" asked Ens. Jerad | |||
now in on it all. | |||
S'Tal answered, "The perpitrator obviously has a good deal of | |||
knowledge in engineering, and he has a engineering kit with | |||
him. More than likely he will disable the forcefield. " he | |||
turned "Lieutenant?" | |||
Koreth was gone. | |||
.........<br> | |||
Scene: Corridors<br> | |||
Tarrant ran into the security team just as he overrided the main Engineering | |||
door. "He's in the jefferies tubes, section J." growled Tarrant. He | |||
decided not to mention the fact of the junction at K2. | |||
He would undoubtably reach the section sooner than Radaso. | |||
The tube path from engineering was quite like a maze, and would | |||
take a while. Besides, Tarrant had an Ace in the Hole or so he thought. | |||
"Tarrant to S'Tal" | |||
<S'Tal here> | |||
"Do we have transporters yet." | |||
A pause | |||
<No sir, they are still offline...> | |||
Tarrant cut him off, this was not going to happen. Besides, he prepared, | |||
which was why he tore out of enigineering. | |||
.........<br> | |||
Scene: Main Shuttlebay<br> | |||
Without even a pause the partial Klingon blew through the | |||
surprised flight security crew. He jumped into one of the remaining | |||
shuttles and tried to activate the transporter. It was turned off-line. | |||
<Allard to Koreth, what are you doing Sir?> | |||
Tarrant was more than angered by the lockout. | |||
"Remove the lockout Ensign, I need to use the shuttle's transporter | |||
now!" | |||
The lockout was lifted and Tarrant transported himself to | |||
cross-section K-12. And a second later a surprise, Ens. Allard | |||
transported in. | |||
With a whisper he said "piggybacked" and tossed Tarrant a phaser. | |||
Sounds coming out of the tube entrence above announced | |||
their sabatour's coming. | |||
<NRPG> | |||
Couldn't keep security out of everything. Besides | |||
Allard may prove to be useful. <G> | |||
Mike Daily: You take it from here, but I think that | |||
Tarrant wants a part of this guy. Maybe even a little more | |||
than regs will allow.... it could be interresting. You make the call. | |||
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Engineering to Security... (Cont.)</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Michael "Mike" Dailey 7-23-1996</h4> | |||
MD: 4.0835<br> | |||
SCENE: Bridge<br> | |||
J.C.'s hands flew over the control systems, jumping from weapons, to coordinating the intruder control | |||
teams. Stabilizers were almost gone, and every blow almost bolted everyone from their feet. | |||
"Captain, all Security teams deployed to repel boarders and check for the intruder," Zane acknowledged, | |||
barking other orders. The ship shuddered, J.C. in concert with everyone, grabbed hold of something to fight | |||
the effects of the battle. | |||
He looked down at the TAC display, "Sir, the other ships are making another pass at the Phoenix! Coming | |||
in from 342 mark 5!", Brace yourselves!" | |||
"Helm, 162 mark 4, full impulse! NOW!," from Zane. The FEYNMAN felt | |||
as though it had dropped from beneath them. Stabilizers were gone now, among other things. | |||
J.C. glanced behind him at PO2 Matsumii manning the station behind tactical slaved to intruder control | |||
and internal sensors. "Mr. Matsumii, anything at all yet.?" | |||
"No, Sir. Nothing on motion, infrared, or..wait. Sir I have an abnormal heat source, Jefferies tube I, section 19, nearing the cross tube to J. It's moving, Sir.", Katsummi, always the calm one no matter the situation, though J.C. did notice she was perspiring a bit. | |||
J.C. turned to alert the Captain, stopped by the aborted shuttle transporter access. "Captain, we may have two | |||
intruders". Maril turned, Zane temporarily removed himself from his new char. | |||
"Checking Captain... it's Lt. Koreth. I have two teams enroute to Engineering." J.C. leaned slightly to | |||
the locker below his console, grabbing another Phaser. "Sir, I..." Zane cut him off, "Go ahead Ensign, give | |||
Lt. Koreth a hand.". J.C. glanced over at Katsumii, who moved over to his TAC station. She released the | |||
shuttles lockout, looked up to Allard. He nodded, and the bridge began the familiar fade away... | |||
********************<br> | |||
SCENE: Tube junction<br> | |||
> The lockout was lifted and Tarrant transported himself to cross-section <br> | |||
> K-12. And a second later a surprise, Ens. Allard transported in.<br> | |||
><br> | |||
> With a whisper he said "piggybacked" and tossed Tarrant a Phaser.<br> | |||
> Sounds coming out of the tube entrance above announced<br> | |||
> their saboteur's coming.<br> | |||
J.C. noticed the strange look in Koreth's eyes, look of vengeance! Mean even for a Klingon. Koreth | |||
aimed his Phaser. "No," said J.C. surprised at himself, giving the Lt. an order. But his idea just might work. | |||
Koreth turned, shocked also. J.C. was backing up into section K-11, motioning for the Lt. to follow. Koreth | |||
look up, then back to J.C., lowering his phaser. | |||
He whispered to the very ticked off Lt.,"We can wait here and see what he does and catch him in the | |||
act. They moved into the crawl way of the other adjoining section, closing the hatch enough to conceal them | |||
from anyone ejecting down from the tube. | |||
In a few moments, they were regarded with the sight of WO Redaso, Phaser on his belt, and a toolkit | |||
over his shoulder. He turned to the entrance of K-12, opening the access hatch to that section. Koreth started | |||
up, J.C. grabbed the Lt. fiercely, to hold him back. Koreth broke loose and charged at the WO. | |||
Redaso, shocked, went for his Phaser. J.C. took aim, but Koreth's dive blocked his shot. The dive was | |||
good, and Koreth tackled Redaso, full body, with both landing hard on the floor. Redaso's phaser skidded away | |||
beyond his reach. J.C. got up, phaser still leveled at Redaso. He moved to haul up the fallen saboteur. Koreth | |||
too Redaso's arm from J.C. and spun him against the wall. | |||
"YOU are a disgrace. YOU HAVE NO HONOR! Koreth's fist found three and four soft spots in Redaso's | |||
stomach. J.C. bolted between the with all his strength, prying the Lt. from his capture. "MOVE ENSIGN!", J.C. | |||
struggled. "Lt. Koreth, I'll take him. SIR! I'll take care of him.", J.C. to the Lt. | |||
He tapped his comm badge | |||
once, "Bridge, this is Allard. Lt. Koreth and myself have the intruder.". | |||
"Acknowledged, Mr. Allard. Brig him | |||
immediately!", from Zane. | |||
Again he tapped his badge, "Computer, patch me through to all Security personnel. | |||
This is Allard. Remain at intruder alert status. Patrols one and three, continue as normal. Two, four and | |||
five, concentrate on Engineering, Shuttle bay, and the Sensor decks, respectively. | |||
Redaso, now doubling over did not look up. J.C. look directly into the eyes of Koreth, "Sir. WO | |||
Redaso should have been more careful. He had a nasty fall when he SLIPPED and FELL out of the J. tube." | |||
J.C. bent down, and grabbed Redaso's arm. "Get up Mr. Redaso. You're under arrest. For starters, | |||
Treason. I'm sure after the Captain's through, there will be more.... | |||
Submitted<br> | |||
Mike Dailey<br> | |||
Splatter2@qtm.net<br> | |||
Ensign J.C. Allard<br> | |||
CSO/TAC USS FEYNMAN<br> | |||
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Command BrOT, Looking for Answers</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Max Felsher 7-23-1996</h4> | |||
"So, Lieutenant, the last section finally arrives. Computer, begin Bridge Officer's Test, Section:Command." | |||
The last setting of the BrOT was unusual. It wasn't the Bridge, it was Sickbay. However, if GLin'kharr thought that it would be easy because he was in his own environment, he was sorely mistaken. | |||
The "ship" shook as someone beamed into Sickbay. Lieutenant Jenn stood silently, with Commander Zane lying beside her. | |||
"What happened?" Glin'kharr asked. | |||
"He was thrown almost across the Bridge when the inertial dampneners failed. Doctor, can you do anything?" | |||
"I can always do something," Glin'kharr growled. | |||
Once the Captain had been lifted onto the biobed, Glin'kharr noticed that Zane's life signs were rapidly falling, near death. | |||
As he reached for the cortical stimulators, Maril contacted him. [Commander, we have intruders. I need you to release anaesthatine gas everywhere except for the Bridge. Is that understood?] | |||
"Yes, sir." It was then that Glin'kharr realized the crisis. It wasn't that he would anaesthatize himself when he released the gas--he could seal off Sickbay. However, it would take time to key in the sequence to release the gas-- | |||
precious time in which the Captain could die. Glin'kharr didn't know what to do, but he did know that he would need to do something--very fast. | |||
MD 4.0900<br> | |||
Bridge<br> | |||
Maril sighed, looking around at the mess that resembled the Bridge. "The owl and the mouse," he said under his breath. | |||
"And the mouse escaping only because an eagle attacked the owl," Zane replied. | |||
Maril nodded. "Constant reports on the situation," he ordered. As others got to work on the repairs, Maril headed to the aft stations. He wanted to know exactly how their every move had been anticipated. Of course, there was probably a saboteur. But Maril was looking for how all the security subroutines had been circumvented and similar information. | |||
He sat down, knowing it wouldn't be easy. | |||
Obviously, the saboteur knew what he/she was doing. There were so many lockouts, passwords, and dead ends, that the thief of Stirabi couldn't have squeaked past them. As Maril was no thief of Stirabi, it was even harder to find his way through. | |||
Jeffries Tube(J2) | |||
Redaso continued his destructive work on the DELPHI array, knowing that, even if someone did catch him, it was too late for the array. As an afterthought, he shut down the internal sensors, placing a lockout on it. Of course, he hadn't been so stupid as to crawl around with his communicator on. It would be nice, though, if they couldn't find him with the heat sensors either. | |||
Down below, Koreth and Allard stood ready to capture Redaso. Koreth signaled for them to move in opposite directions so as to surprise the saboteur. The two started to move. | |||
However, Koreth had just gotten into a Jeffries tube, and Allard was reaching another, when a group of forcefields appeared, surrounding the junction. Allard was trapped, and Koreth had just barely escaped. | |||
They pondered the situation for a second. Who could have set up the forcefields? They had beamed in from a shuttle transporter, hardly accessible.... | |||
The sun has met the sea,<br> | |||
Lt. Commander Onta Maril,<br> | |||
First Officer, USS Feynman,<br> | |||
aka Max Felsher<br> | |||
NRPG: | |||
I hate to thwart anyone's plans, but, as you may realize, I have taken it upon myself to represent the forces of Evil, Darkness, and Cruelty(aka Grey Fleet and Spy(s)), with most everyone else representing the forces of Good, Light, and Kindness(namely, the Feynman.) :) Of course, you never know....<evil laugh> | |||
Ted: There's the last section. Go to it! | |||
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Ready Room</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by | |||
Andrew Catterick 7-24-1996</h4> | |||
SD: 80724.1000<br> | |||
MD: 5.0400<br> | |||
Scene: Ready-room<br> | |||
"Captain's Log, Stardate 80724.0400....<br> | |||
We sit and wait. Repairs are, for the most part complete, and we | |||
are ready to get underway as soon as ALPHA shift begins. I have decided | |||
to postpone until that time simply because if today is anything like | |||
yesterday I want the best at their stations. | |||
The attack of the PHOENIX came as a great surprise. We knew it | |||
could happen but it was always hard to believe that one Starfleet officer | |||
would fire on another, whatever their status. Still, for them to have | |||
made their move before we had the information they wanted came as an even | |||
bigger surprise. Lt. Jenn has hypothesized that perhaps the captains of | |||
the four ships are not the allies they thought they were. If they had | |||
waited for us to emerge from the 'sack in a few days they would, most | |||
likely, have had to share the information our sensor logs provided. By | |||
attacking early it seems Tremaine hoped to capture the FEYNMAN and gather | |||
the information himself, undercutting his 3 cohorts. Such dissension | |||
could provide us with convenient wedge. | |||
Either way, it was not to be. The PHOENIX was unable to capture | |||
her prize. The bridge crew worked as the finely tuned team that they are | |||
while Lt. Koreth some how managed to keep the ship together. But, and | |||
although I hate to admit it, I don't think we would have escaped from that | |||
tractor beam, regardless of their power-management problems, without the | |||
timely arrival of the Xanthandi. | |||
Of course our immediate good luck leads to greater misfortune. | |||
Namely, why are the Xanthandi so close to the edge of the 'sack? Is it | |||
confidence or lack of concern that has them operating so openly? Its | |||
obvious they knew we were there either through the luck of one of their | |||
patrols or, more ominously, through the monitoring of shipping outside the | |||
'sack. Thank-God, the PHOENIX got away. To add a SOLAR to their fleet, | |||
even with its deficiencies is unthinkable. When I had first viewed | |||
Captain Allison's briefing I had hoped that it was presenting the extreme | |||
situation. It seems it was not. | |||
When we began this mission we were, officially, to survey the | |||
inside of the 'sack in the hopes of mapping hidden pirate bases that have | |||
been hampering shipping. Now, based on the past day's events, we | |||
may find ourselves discovering Xanthandi staging areas. If this is true | |||
we all may find ourselves facing war. I hope I am wrong. | |||
Staffing.... | |||
All indications show that Lt. Meleah is fitting in well | |||
with her colleagues and has already proved to be invaluable by enhancing | |||
the DELPHI array. I've heard through the grape-vine that Ensign Loth has | |||
not taken the arrival of his new CO all that well. Perhaps he may one day | |||
learn patience....and some social skills. Additionally, we have also | |||
received a new CNS, one Ensign Lee. Her fitness report says it all, | |||
another headstrong Bajoran, just what I need! Still we need a Counsellor, | |||
and I am glad she's here. | |||
Unfortunately, her arrival meant that the temporary CNS, Ensign | |||
Ryan was free to return to EPSILON. Aware of the dangers both she and the | |||
EPSILON pilot elected to take their chances and return to the starbase. I | |||
can't say I blame them, the attack by the Xanthandi does not bode well. | |||
Unfortunately it seems that the PHOENIX did not destroy all of the raiders | |||
as we had believed. Three Xanthandi were still in the area, most likely | |||
looking for us, and appeared out of no-where. The GALILEO didn't have a | |||
chance.... | |||
With two attacks I have suspended all shuttle operations for the | |||
time being. We have had a terrible lesson in just how dangerous the 'sack | |||
can be and I will not tempt fate again. If the raiders that destroyed | |||
the shuttle had located us in our still crippled state we may have been | |||
unable to fight them off. From here I am proceeding as if we are at war. | |||
The FEYNMAN was built to be a black ship and for the next few days it will | |||
be. If we are close to war or even a new level of aggression it is vital | |||
that we learn as much as we can and return to EPSILON, without the | |||
Xanthandi realizing they have been comprised. | |||
....end log." | |||
______________<br> | |||
Scene:Bridge<br> | |||
MD:5.0730<br> | |||
Zane entered the bridge and immediately asked Maril for a report. | |||
"All systems on line, repairs complete. We're operating at Yellow | |||
alert and all emissions are being controlled." | |||
"Good. Mr. Jerran coordinate with OPS and develop a search pattern | |||
that will cover the most space in the least amount of time....with sensors | |||
on passive. Additionally, I want to stay far enough from the perimeter of | |||
the 'sack so that if those four ships are still out there they aren't able | |||
to take anymore pot shots at us. We've got enough problems *inside* this | |||
thing to worry about the outside as well. As soon as your ready get us | |||
underway." | |||
"Aye sir." | |||
"Ensign Allard, how's are prisoner? Any useful information?" | |||
"No sir. All I'm getting out of him is name, rank and serial | |||
number. And the occasional threat that he's got friends in Starfleet | |||
Command that could make or break my career. He is being watched around | |||
the clock so even with his skills he won't be going anywhere." When | |||
Allard had come aboard Zane had him go over every inch of the brig as well | |||
as stepping up training for security in general. Two brig escapes in one | |||
day during the previous mission was something the Captain, and ex-CSO | |||
would not stand for. | |||
Zane frowned. It was the answer he had expected, but not the one | |||
he wanted. "Very well, keep me informed." | |||
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: Making an Entrance</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by | |||
Donna Hurley 7-24-1996</h4> | |||
MD: 4.1300<br> | |||
>Scene: USS NOGURA II, Outskirts of Coalsack<br> | |||
><br> | |||
>Jennifer nodded to the science officer in the copilot seat, who got up and<br> | |||
>activated the transporter. A female Bajoran officer in a blue uniform<br> | |||
>shimmered into view on the transporter pad as Jennifer sent the signal to<br> | |||
>the other shuttles to follow her deeper into the 'Sack.<br> | |||
Right after she had entered the signal Xanthandi raider ships appeared.<br> | |||
Lieutenant Cartwright ordered the science officer to take his post and told<br> | |||
all shuttles to go full alert status<br> | |||
Anna could tell that they probably knew what they were doing a lot better | |||
then she did so she sat in the passenger seat and strapped herself in. | |||
The raider ships began firing. Six distinct phaser beams headed for the | |||
NOGURA II shuttlecraft. Two of them missed the shuttle completely due to | |||
very good manoeuvring by the pilots executed by the pilots a hard roll to | |||
port. The impact of the other blasts was absorbed partially by the shields. | |||
But the shields were weakening. | |||
"We need more power to the shields. Can you divert enough power from life | |||
support to maintain the shields and keep life support systems functional." | |||
asked the Lieutenant | |||
"No, however, I could divert power form the transporters and use it to help | |||
maintain the shields." replied the science officer. | |||
"Ok. do it." said Cartwright | |||
The science got up from his post and began to use the transporter controls | |||
in order to properly divert the power to the shields as the Lieutenant | |||
continued to use evasive manoeuvres and the shuttle's weapons to ward off | |||
the attack. | |||
The shuttle took a direct hit. There was no severe damage to the shuttle | |||
but the science officer was thrown against the side of the shuttle. | |||
"I have training in medical, I'll help him." said Ensign Lee as she grabbed | |||
one of the medical supply units and went over to where the science officer | |||
was. She ran a quick scan of the tricorder and discovered that the science | |||
officer had a concussion and sever damage to his spinal cord. | |||
As Ensign Lee was helping the Science officer, Lt. Cartwright was doing all | |||
she could to avoid the blasts from the Xanthandi ships and protect the other | |||
shuttles. | |||
"This is shuttle Nogura to all shuttles. I'm willing to entertain ideas or | |||
suggestions that anyone might have as to how to make a retreat." announced | |||
Cartwright on a secure channel to the other shuttles as she came to the | |||
realization that the shuttles where outnumbered and outgunned. | |||
NRPG: Some technical babble I made up follows. It was necessary in order | |||
to get all of the shuttles away from the Xanthandi raider ships and get | |||
back to the Feynman. Sorry if it is extremely impossible or doesn't make | |||
any sense. | |||
RPG: | |||
"I have an idea." said Lee Anna and she went over to the co-pilot's | |||
position and made some calculations then continued "You could have the other | |||
shuttles enter into a high sublight speed at 0.02 relative, 75 absolute.. | |||
Then have the shuttles approach us along bearings 240 degrees and 120 | |||
degrees and have them fire off there waste warp plasma at us and use the | |||
outboard pulsing of our shields to create a warp field around the shuttles." | |||
"I see where you're going with this; then the ward field combined with the | |||
deflector shields of our shuttles would cause their phaser blasts to | |||
dissipate before they could have an impact." injected Cartwright. "Then we | |||
could use the warp field again to get us to safety". | |||
"How could it get us to safety?" asked Anna. | |||
"We could move some of the shuttles back and stretch the warp field. When | |||
it stretches out too far. It will pull back in the form of a warp wave | |||
dragging all of our ships way from the raiders while still be protected by | |||
the warp field. Eventually the warp wave will die out and we will be far | |||
from the Raiders and they will have no way of following us. Only problem is | |||
that we have no control where the warp wave will take us, but considering | |||
the alternative. I think that this is our best course of action." explained | |||
Cartwright and she signalled the plan out to the other shuttles. | |||
Lee Anna went back to work on the science officer but there wasn't much she | |||
could do for him he would need a surgeon to repair the damage to his spinal | |||
column and his concussion by itself wasn't serious but he might have a skull | |||
fracture and the limited medical supplies aboard the shuttle couldn't even | |||
tell if he had a skull fracture let alone treat one. The only damage to | |||
the shuttle was to the onbaord replicator which was unfortunate since that | |||
meant that Lee Anna couldn't just replicate what she needed to help the | |||
science officer. | |||
The first part of the plan was successful and the warp wave quickly got the | |||
shuttles away from their attackers; however there was still no telling where | |||
it would stop. | |||
As the shuttles sped along in the warp wave, Anna realized that there was | |||
nothing more she could do for the science officer, so she gave him a | |||
hyprospray that would keep him from feeling any pain even in his unconscious | |||
state and walked over to her chair. | |||
Suddenly the shuttle stopped without warning and Anna who was still | |||
standing was thrown forwards into the backs of the passenger's chairs. | |||
Anna felt a sudden extreme pain in her left leg and then momentarily blacked | |||
out.. | |||
Scene: Sickbay USS FEYNMAN | |||
Anna woke up on a biobed and looked around. | |||
"You're all right. You're aboard the USS FEYNMAN in the sickbay" came the | |||
voice of one of the ship's nurses. "You passed out on the shuttle Nogura. | |||
You had a broken tibia but that's already been taken care of by a ship's | |||
doctor. However, you will have to remain here until I get the Ok for you to | |||
go from one of the doctors or from the head nurse. Oh. you will have to go | |||
easy on your leg for a couple of days. You were lucky. Had this been a | |||
just a few hundred years ago you would have had to wear a cast for weeks. | |||
and well can you tell me your.. | |||
"Could you tell me how I got here, what happened to all the shuttles and | |||
the people aboard them?" interrupted Lee | |||
"Of course. Well, it was amazingly lucky; the warp wave brought all the | |||
shuttles here intact and all of the crew on aboard the shuttles are | |||
alive."replied the nurse | |||
"What about the science officer who was on the Nogura shuttlecraft with | |||
me.? asked Lee Anna | |||
"The majority of the medical staff is still working on his case. You | |||
should ask someone who is working on the case about his condition." said the | |||
nurse obviously trying to hide some bad news. "I know that a lot has | |||
happened in a rather short time frame but I need you to tell me who you are | |||
and why you were coming to the Feynman." | |||
"I'm Ensign Lee I was billeted here to the Feynman as Counsellor." replied | |||
Ensign Lee. | |||
"Ahh, well welcome aboard. I will inform the first officer that you have | |||
arrived." | |||
NRPG: | |||
Hello all and thanks for all the welcomes I received. I'm Donna Hurley | |||
(aka Ensign Lee Anna the new CNS). I have heard great things about this | |||
ship and read some great posts so I am really looking forward to RPing with | |||
you all. | |||
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Honor Among Thieves</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by | |||
Andrew Catterick 7-24-1996</h4> | |||
> Scene: Bridge<br> | |||
><br> | |||
> Zane nodded and said, "I don't want to give them a signal to follow,<br> | |||
> though. Mr. Jerran, take us out of this area slowly. There's another<br> | |||
> high density area t 100 mark 4, distance 1500 kilometers."<br> | |||
><br> | |||
> "Aye, sir," the pilot said, powering up the impulse drives. Jerran was at<br> | |||
> the moment very much disappointed not only in Tex Austin, but also in<br> | |||
> himself for not seeing the signs earlier. It was so obvious to him now.<br> | |||
> Who else could have sabotaged the thruster system in their last engagement<br> | |||
> aside from someone in his own department?<br> | |||
Zane was, to say the least, furious with *another* security | |||
breach. He turned to his FO. "Commander I want every department head to | |||
go over their department's fitness reports with a fine-tooth comb. If | |||
anything is out of the ordinary and I mean *anything*, including | |||
classified sections on their record then they get transfered to 'light' | |||
duty. They are to be nowhere near any important systems." | |||
Maril frowned. As first officer he was in charge of the crew and | |||
as such would have to oversee the departmental checks. Any breaches would | |||
be his responsibility. | |||
"Ensign Allard, as of right now your department is on double | |||
shifts. Step up the patrols and post guards in the shuttle-bay, | |||
engineering and all other critical areas." | |||
"Aye sir." | |||
"Lt. Jenn anything on sensors?" | |||
"All clear Captain." | |||
"Are we far enough away from the perimeter of the coalsack that | |||
any ship on the other side won't be able to locate us?" | |||
"I can't say definitively sir. However, if they can locate us I | |||
don't think they'll be able to pinpoint us. They may know we're in this | |||
are but they won't know exactly where. I think we're relatively safe." | |||
"Good. Helm, maintain position for 30 minutes and then continue | |||
your search pattern." | |||
"Bridge to engineering." | |||
[Engineering.] came the Klingon's calm voice. | |||
"We've had another security problem..." Briefly Zane explained | |||
the situation. "...I'm hoping they took the shuttle as an avenue of | |||
departure. But, I think we have to look at the possibilty that they | |||
planted some sort of device designed to give our position away or even | |||
damage us...." | |||
[I'll have my teams inspect every centimeter of this ship.] | |||
"Thank-you Mr. Koreth. Bridge out." | |||
Maril turned towards Zane. "What about the ASIMOV?" | |||
Zane sighed. "There flying near-blind in here. I imagine they're | |||
heading out of the sack. Probably to rendezvous with the PHOENIX. AS | |||
much as I want that shuttle back our mission is clear and the longer we | |||
take the more lives our at stake." | |||
<<<NRPG>>> | |||
> | |||
> BTW, Max made me do it ;) | |||
> | |||
Oh he did, did he?....Perhaps I should send him on a shuttle mission with | |||
Krysa;) | |||
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: Honor Among Thieves (Cont.)</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Michael "Mike" Dailey 7-24-1996</h4> | |||
MD: 4.1305<br> | |||
> Maril frowned. As first officer he was in charge of the crew and<br> | |||
> as such would have to oversee the departmental checks. Any breaches > would be his responsibility.<br> | |||
> | |||
> "Ensign Allard, as of right now your department is on double<br> | |||
> shifts. Step up the patrols and post guards in the shuttle-bay,<br> | |||
> engineering and all other critical areas."<br> | |||
><br> | |||
> "Aye sir."<br> | |||
<nowiki>* Spirits, How could this happen! We arrested Redaso, but never looked for an accomplice! *J.C. slammed | |||
his fist upon the top of the TAC console. Hard enough to vent a minute bit of frustration, light enough for | |||
his Superiors not to notice. He opened a link to the Security Office. "Allard to CPO Tamarov."</nowiki> | |||
"Tamarov here, Sir." | |||
"CPO, the Captain has put us on Condition 3, double shifts. Notify all Squad Leaders." | |||
"Aye aye, Sir. Alerting them now." J.C. was going to lay a lot on the shoulders of his ACOS, but he was | |||
needed here on the bridge. From the little he had worked with Alex so far, he was sure he could count on | |||
Tamarov to relay and carry out his orders. | |||
"Mr. Tamarov, you're to hold a briefing in 10 minutes. Your orders are to get Matsumii's squad in the Flight | |||
Deck. I want every inch of it covered. I want it tore apart. Look inside and under every shuttle, | |||
everything! They're to be in full TAC gear, armor and rifles. They're not to take any chances. Bordeau's | |||
Squad is to be on Sentry Duty, cover entrances to Main Engineering, Flight Deck, Aux. Weapons Control, and the | |||
Sensor Decks. They're to suit up too, 100%. NO ONE gets through those areas without being challenged ... any | |||
problems go through me or the Captain. Finally, I want T'Bocs people to comb Engineering inside and out. Try | |||
not to be in Koreths' peoples way; they're going to be busy patching the ship, but we've got to find out how | |||
that transporter get Redaso. The Captain's gonna want answers, and we WILL have some. | |||
"Got it, Ensign. Orders received and understood." Tamarov sounded pumped-up and energetic. Good, maybe some | |||
results would turn up. | |||
"Mr. Tamarov, one more thing. I want you to dig up anything and everything you can on Redaso. Maybe we can | |||
get some leads from that way. I'll meet with you at 1600." | |||
"Aye, Sir. Tamarov out." | |||
Now things will start happening. J.C. thought for a moment. *I think I'll try to get things happening up | |||
here.* He keyed the subspace comm panel, sending a call to Starbase Alpha, but stopped. *The Phoenix is | |||
still out there, I'll send it in code and tight beam scrambled so it's undetectable.* | |||
Submitted,<br> | |||
Ens. J.C. Allard<br> | |||
COS\TAC USS FEYNMAN<br> | |||
Mike Dailey<br> | |||
Splatter2@qtm.net<br> | |||
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Pirate's Cove</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Jason Bostjancic 7-26-1996</h4> | |||
>"There appears to be a power source on that planetoid, captain, possibly a<br> | |||
>small base type of fusion reactor, from the neutrino readings."<br> | |||
><br> | |||
>"Confirmed, sir," the science officer, LT Meleah said unemotionally<br> | |||
>fromthe aft station. "Sensor scans would also indicate the presence of a<br> | |||
>number of small matter antimatter reactors in orbit aroud the planetoid,<br> | |||
>indicative of starship power sources, in addition to some inert Cochrane<br> | |||
>type subspace fields within the body itself."<br> | |||
><br> | |||
>Jerran looked up at the viewscreen and said, "Probably some smaller ships<br> | |||
>docked within a base of some sort."<br> | |||
><br> | |||
>Zane nodded and turned to Maril saying, "Well, Commander, as you might<br> | |||
>say, Katana has seen the sea. It looks like we've found one of the pirate<br> | |||
>bases we were sent out to look for."<br> | |||
A warning light flashed on Lt. Meleah's display. "Sir, reading a power | |||
surge on the planet." | |||
"A weapon?" asked Zane spinning to face Ens. Allard. | |||
Quickly Allard ran through the controls, "Dosen't appear to be sir... | |||
more like a tractor beam." | |||
"Could it hold us?" | |||
A little confused, the Ensign replied, "No sir... but they should be | |||
able to figure that out too from our power outputs." | |||
On the main screen a green band of light swept accross | |||
space, somewhat near the Feynman, another displaced about 800km | |||
port, two more also nearby. | |||
"Sir, I'm picking up small pieces of unknown alloys within those bands | |||
sir. Spherical, 3 meters in diameter.. no power readings." announced Lt. Jenn. | |||
"On Screen" | |||
The front view showed a small object bathed in the green of the | |||
tractor beams. | |||
"Magnify" | |||
The small ball had numerous antenni protruding from it. Zane | |||
almost kicked himself for not realizing sooner. | |||
"Helm! Move us..." | |||
Allard interrupted, "Sir! The beams have moved. They've | |||
'thrown' the spheres into our area. Fore, aft,... all sides." | |||
Zane finally said it, "Proximity Mines. Probably won't activate until | |||
near contact." | |||
"Sir, the planet is hailing us." | |||
<NRPG> | |||
C'mon, a pirate base without defences!?<br> | |||
Assume that the mines won't be easily set off<br> | |||
by some quick trick or sensor burst. <G><br> | |||
Yeah.. spies in MY department huh?<br> | |||
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: Nice to Meet You Too</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by | |||
Melanie Pocknall 7-26-1996</h4> | |||
SD: 80726.0800<br> | |||
MD: 5.1208<br> | |||
>The small ball had numerous antenni protruding from it. Zane<br> | |||
>almost kicked himself for not realizing sooner.<br> | |||
><br> | |||
>"Helm! Move us..."<br> | |||
><br> | |||
>Allard interrupted, "Sir! The beams have moved. They've<br> | |||
>'thrown' the spheres into our area. Fore, aft,... all sides."<br> | |||
><br> | |||
>Zane finally said it, "Proximity Mines. Probably won't activate until<br> | |||
>near contact."<br> | |||
><br> | |||
>"Sir, the planet is hailing us."<br> | |||
"Do we really want to know who's out there?" Krysa muttered. | |||
Zane ignored the comment. "Lt. Jenn and Lt. Meleah, keep an eye on those | |||
mines out there. "Lt. Jerran, keep us at a safe distance away from the | |||
mines, and Ens. Allard, watch for anything unusual. Put the message on screen." | |||
A chorused "Aye, sir" was heard as the officers acknowledged their orders. | |||
As the picture of a rough looking man appeared on the viewscreen, and | |||
announced himself, Meleah worked at her station to record information about | |||
the mines, while also listening to the man on the screen behind her. The | |||
mines were gradually closing formation as they determined the area in which | |||
the ship could be. Eventually they would find the Feynman. But what if the | |||
mines were somehow 'spirited' away. One couldn't be too sure with pirates | |||
whether they were friendly or not, so it was always worth planning for all | |||
eventualities. | |||
The mines, Meleah worked out, were set into place by the green beams that | |||
had been displayed on the screen before. Therefore, they were unlikely to | |||
be directly controlled by operators on the planet. So if their direction | |||
was changed, the operators wouldn't be able to do much about it, unless | |||
Meleah was underestimating their abilities. A short burst of a high | |||
communications frequency would shatter the mines' controls, therefore | |||
literally pushing them away from the ship. | |||
She then turned her full attention back towards the viewscreen, where an | |||
increasingly animated 'pirate' was talking. | |||
"We don't have to explain our actions to anyone, least of all | |||
Starfleet," he said, the last word being twisted with hatred. "If you don't | |||
leave now, we'll escort you," leaving no doubt as to how they would escort | |||
the Feynman. | |||
"Look, we didn't come here..." Zane broke off as the viewscreen | |||
reverted back to the view of the planet. | |||
"Nice fellow," Allard stated under his breath. | |||
"One minute until the mines reach our shields, Cmdr," said Krysa. | |||
"Cmdr, I believe I can reverse the mines away from the Feynman by | |||
emitting a short, high-frequency transmission which will cause the computers | |||
within the mines to malfunction," Meleah spoke up. | |||
"It had better work. Mr. Allard, emit a high, short frequency burst | |||
far enough out to disable the mines." | |||
"Aye, sir." The crew watched as J.C. pressed a control to emit that | |||
burst. Nothing seemed to happen for few seconds, then Krysa said, "Cmdr, | |||
the mines have stopped and some seem to be drifting away." | |||
Sincerely yours,<br> | |||
Melanie Pocknall<br> | |||
Lt. Meleah, CSciO, USS FEYNMAN, Silver Fleet.<br> | |||
<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 | |||
Andrew Catterick 7-26-1996</h4> | |||
SD: 80726.0930<br> | |||
MD: 5.1208<br> | |||
Scene: Bridge<br> | |||
> >"Sir, the planet is hailing us."<br> | |||
><br> | |||
> "Do we really want to know who's out there?" Krysa muttered.<br> | |||
><br> | |||
> Zane ignored the comment. "Lt. Jenn and Lt. Meleah, keep an eye on those<br> | |||
> mines out there. "Lt. Jerral, keep us at a safe distance away from the<br> | |||
> mines, and Ens. Allard, watch for anything unusual. Put the message on screen."<br> | |||
><br> | |||
> A chorused "Aye, sir" was heard as the officers acknowledged their orders.<br> | |||
"I am Commander Zane, Captain of..." | |||
The man snorted. [Save your breath Captain, it don't matter who | |||
you are. You ain't going to be here that much longer.] | |||
"We're here on a mapping expedition. We come in the spirit of | |||
peace and friendship." | |||
[Bah! Friends don't coming lurking into their friends 'homes' | |||
unannounced. They way I sees it you screwed up twice. You came here and | |||
ya got caught.] A loud chorus of laughter exploded behind him. [Shut-it! | |||
or ya'll be scrubbing the head for the rest of your stinking lives!] His | |||
men quickly silenced themselves. | |||
"Look, perhaps we could work out some sort of deal. You must be | |||
short on supplies of some sort, maybe medical? Tell me what you want and | |||
I'll help where I can." Of course Zane had no intention of aiding the | |||
'enemy' his hope was to buy some time. | |||
[What we want we take!] | |||
"Than what do you want from us?" | |||
> "We don't have to explain our actions to anyone, least of all<br> | |||
> Starfleet," he said, the last word being twisted with hatred. "If you don't<br> | |||
> leave now, we'll escort you," leaving no doubt as to how they would escort<br> | |||
> the Feynman.<br> | |||
><br> | |||
> "Look, we didn't come here..." Zane broke off as the viewscreen<br> | |||
> reverted back to the view of the planet.<br> | |||
><br> | |||
> "Nice fellow," Allard stated under his breath.<br> | |||
><br> | |||
> "One minute until the mines reach our shields, Cmdr," said Krysa.<br> | |||
><br> | |||
> "Cmdr, I believe I can reverse the mines away from the Feynman by<br> | |||
> emitting a short, high-frequency transmission which will cause the computers<br> | |||
> within the mines to malfunction," Meleah spoke up.<br> | |||
><br> | |||
> "It had better work. Mr. Allard, emit a high, short frequency burst<br> | |||
> far enough out to disable the mines."<br> | |||
><br> | |||
> "Aye, sir." The crew watched as J.C. pressed a control to emit that<br> | |||
> burst. Nothing seemed to happen for few seconds, then Krysa said, "Cmdr,<br> | |||
> the mines have stopped and some seem to be drifting away."<br> | |||
The feeling of relief settled throughout the bridge. They could | |||
escape. | |||
"Any gaps big enough for us to fit through?" | |||
"Not yet....a few more minutes and the right currents." Jenn | |||
replied. | |||
"Can we blast a few mines to make the opening?" | |||
Allard performed a quick scan. "I wouldn't advise it sir. Each | |||
mine is transmitting some sort of energy beam to its neighbours...I think | |||
its a basterized version of the standard Orion mine. We blow one and | |||
it'll most likely trigger the others" | |||
"Can we block the beams?" | |||
"I have analyzed the emmissions. Under normal conditions we would | |||
be able to employ effective counter-measures. Unfortunately the effects | |||
of the coalsack on our actions may in fact trigger the mines rather than | |||
de-activate them." The SCI replied. | |||
"I guess we wait and hope for a hole. Any insights counselor?" | |||
"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 | |||
possibility...there is definitly something he wants from us." Ensign Lee | |||
answered. | |||
"The ship." Maril stated. | |||
Zane nodded. "Makes sense. If what Captain Allison reported is | |||
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 | |||
very profitable for our friend here." | |||
"Captain, the planetoid is emitting a beam! The mines are now | |||
beginning to move towards the base. Aft mines will impact in 8 seconds." | |||
"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. | |||
<pre style="font-weight: bold; background-color: #303030; color: #ccc7e1;"> | |||
**************************************************************************** | |||
* jobaker@chuma.cas.usf.edu * jbaker@deans2.cas.usf.edu * | |||
**************************************************************************** | |||
* Joseph Baker * | |||
* University of South Florida * | |||
**************************************************************************** | |||
* 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: 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> | |||
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. | |||
Andy: I hope this is what you had in mind. :) | |||
Kristen, Melanie, Ted, Jason: Have a good time up | |||
on the Feymnan! | |||
Joseph, Mike, Donna: Okay, develop a character for | |||
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 | |||
Jason, Melanie, Mike: Please pick one NPC from your | |||
department to accompany the away team. You may | |||
play that NPC, or not. | |||
Melanie: If you can, try to figure out some way for | |||
us to get into the base, hopefully the cargo hold, | |||
since that's where I wrote the team being. | |||
Donna: As said in the post, please figure out what | |||
the pirates would probably wear. | |||