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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


Bat shrugged, “I should know better by now,” he murmured more to himself
Krysa had barely finished initializing her holo-novel when she got a
then to her. He always seemed to be the guinea pig for these little
message from Commander Zane that she needed to have her briefing program
briefing programs. Then he walked through the door and disappeared from
ready for the mission briefing. She had almost forgotten. Kavan’s novel
her view. Krysa followed him immediately stepping through the doorway.
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.


She was immediately immersed in water standing on a small ledge. She
“You look tired, Bat.”
could feel the water as soft currents carried it like a breeze around her.
Yet she was breathing normally. She looked around, to see a muscular
merman standing there motioning for her to follow him. <If you will follow
me.> he said telepathically.


She smiled, pleased with the final full effect of her program. She looked
“Oh please, don’t remind me. I took some of the guys down to Epsilon last
beyond the ledge to see Bat having a grand time swimming through the 3D
night. They had to kick us out sometime this morning. I am tired!”
aqua world, doing flips and rolls along with a pretty mermaid. She
laughed, glad to see he was enjoying it.


“So what do you think,” She called. While she could talk under the water,
Krysa chuckled. “Well, I hope you’re up for this.”
her voice was slightly distorted.


He swam over to her, followed by the mermaid, and landed his feet on the
“I wouldn’t think of letting you down,” he said with a grin, attempting to
ledge next to her. “I love it! So I take it the PADD’s are waterproof?”
push the late night/early morning look from his face. “I’m ready when you
Krysa nodded and he continued, “How is it that we can talk and breath
are.” he asked her.
under all this water?” he asked with the same distorted effect on his
 
voice.
She nodded, “Computer, run briefing program Jenn One.”


“Because you are with an Imarian Aquine,” she said with a smile.
<Program now running. Enter when ready.>


“A what?” then looking at the mermaid, he said, “Her? The mermaid?”
Krysa walked through the open doorway into a small room, followed closely
by Bat. On one wall was a long table with eight PADD’s set out. On the
wall opposite the Arch was an open door way with a blue shimmering energy
field blocking it.


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


“Can’t say as I’ve ever met one.”
Bat smiled, “Much better then the old computer voice,”


Krysa smiled, “No, not likely, they are very new members of our
<Good Morning, Bat> Krysa’s voice said again, <Welcome to today’s mission
Federation.”
briefing.>


“Course that still doesn’t explain how I can breath down here.”
Krysa chuckled. She picked up a PADD and motioned for Bat to head through
the doorway.


“Actually it does,” she said smiling, “Each Imarian Aquine can ‘breath’
“Why do you need a special PADD?” asked Bat.
for approximately two or three non-Aquines. I’m not really sure of the
biology behind it. Perhaps Dr. Glin’kharr could explain it; I can’t. I
just know that it works. So as long as you’re with your escort, you should
have no problem breathing,” she assured him, “So it’s fun, isn’t it?”


“That it is,” he said stepping off the ledge as he did a few more spins
“You’ll see,” she said with a grin.
through the water. “So where are we holding this meeting?” She pointed
down toward a dark cavern where another muscular merman sat guarding the
entrance. It was the only cave entrance so should be difficult for her
fellow crewmates to follow.


The two swam down to the merman who meet them, “Good tide, Krysa. The
“Ladies, first,” he objected.
meeting awaits you.” He bowed gallantly to the Betazoid woman and then
turned to Bat, “Good tide to you as well, Sir.”


Bat and Krysa nodded and swam into the cavern which was lit by luminescent
“Not this time, my friend,” she smiled.
rocks which lined portions of the walls.


They continued down the lit tunnel until the came to a large cavern where
Bat shrugged, “I should know better by now,” he murmured more to himself
a conference table had been set up. Bat’s buffet table was set up as well,
then to her. He always seemed to be the guinea pig for these little
waiting for him to come up with a few surprises to place upon it.
briefing programs. Then he walked through the door and disappeared from
her view. Krysa followed him immediately stepping through the doorway.


“How do you expect me to set a table down here. My liver pate would be
She was immediately immersed in water standing on a small ledge. She
ruined, not to mention those cute little sandwiches I spent all morning
could feel the water as soft currents carried it like a breeze around her.
cutting,” he said chuckling. “I can just see them floating through the
Yet she was breathing normally. She looked around, to see a muscular
water now.”
merman standing there motioning for her to follow him. <If you will follow
me.> he said telepathically.


“Hmm,” she said with a raised eyebrow, “I’m sure you can come up with
She smiled, pleased with the final full effect of her program. She looked
something suited to the decor.”
beyond the ledge to see Bat having a grand time swimming through the 3D
aqua world, doing flips and rolls along with a pretty mermaid. She
laughed, glad to see he was enjoying it.


“Sure... but will anyone eat it.” Then he glance at her, “...besides you,
“So what do you think,” She called. While she could talk under the water,
my dear.”
her voice was slightly distorted.


Krysa laughed and swam over to the table to help Bat prepare his part of
He swam over to her, followed by the mermaid, and landed his feet on the
this briefing.
ledge next to her. “I love it! So I take it the PADD’s are waterproof?”
Krysa nodded and he continued, “How is it that we can talk and breath
under all this water?” he asked with the same distorted effect on his
voice.


Regards,<br>
“Because you are with an Imarian Aquine,” she said with a smile.
Lt. Krysa Jenn<br>
****<br>
NRPG: Enjoy!! I was in need of a good swim :)<br>


BTW, I did not create the Imarian Aquine race nor their planet. They were
“A what?” then looking at the mermaid, he said, “Her? The mermaid?”
created by a friend of mine, Judi Marko, for a character she plays in
another RP group. I thought they were fun, so here it is. Have fun ! :)


Kristen
Krysa nodded, “Pretty close, Bat. Actually she is an Imarian Aquine from
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: A Whole New World</h3>
the planet Imari. It is a planet much like Earth, being over 50% water.
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Jason Bostjancic 7-10-1996</h4>
However, there are two sentient species on the planet. One being the
SD: 80710
Aquines,” she said motioning at their escorts, “and the other being the
Avines. Both are humanoid, except that the Aquines have gills as well as
lungs and the Avines have wings as well as arms. If we were on land
meeting the ‘merman’, you wouldn’t even know he was a merman. They only
have their tails when immersed in water.”


As normal, the Feynman CEO completely disregarded the
“Can’t say as I’ve ever met one.”
shore leave orders. There was always work to be done. After the
last mission he had to replace one of the structural integrity
field generators. And Tarrant cursed Jerran's name every second
of it. Not so much out of jealousy, but because of the absolute
lack of thought at what his manuever almost did. The backup
SIF was at 14% when they finally pulled out of the little maneuver.
Had Tarrant not have been at an Engineering Panel, the Feynman
would have been no more.


Then there was the Captain's new chair. That was something a
Krysa smiled, “No, not likely, they are very new members of our
little more interesting to build. A tungsten-duranium alloy would
Federation.”
provide the support needed for what Tarrant had in mind. The
chair itself would have 360 deg. rotation. And a special addition,
a PGR (Personal Gravity Restraint). Emitters throughout the chair
would produce a type of gravity beam that would keep the Captain
in his chair should the ship be thrown about. All he would have to do
would be to touch a ergonomically placed button on the left arm. Or
he could set it for automatic use.


Now though the CEO found himself heading to holodeck 3. The
“Course that still doesn’t explain how I can breath down here.”
future awaited, and he was a little hungry for action. Probably
the Klingon part of him coming out a little, and the fact that
he missed being at tactical when the Cardassian's arrived.


Scene: Holodeck 3<br>
“Actually it does,” she said smiling, “Each Imarian Aquine can ‘breath’
MD: 2:1350<br>
for approximately two or three non-Aquines. I’m not really sure of the
biology behind it. Perhaps Dr. Glin’kharr could explain it; I can’t. I
just know that it works. So as long as you’re with your escort, you should
have no problem breathing,” she assured him, “So it’s fun, isn’t it?”


Tarrant stepped through the arch and found himself in another room.
“That it is,” he said stepping off the ledge as he did a few more spins
<Gasp> At the far side he saw the blue opening. After the last
through the water. “So where are we holding this meeting?” She pointed
few briefings this time Tarrant came prepared... almost. Carefully
down toward a dark cavern where another muscular merman sat guarding the
the CEO let his hand enter the blueish substance and felt wet.
entrance. It was the only cave entrance so should be difficult for her
Removing it, it came out dry. A few wavy figures could be seen inside.
fellow crewmates to follow.


"At least we won't be dripping throught the ship after this."
The two swam down to the merman who meet them, “Good tide, Krysa. The
meeting awaits you.” He bowed gallantly to the Betazoid woman and then
turned to Bat, “Good tide to you as well, Sir.”


Then he realized that Krysa would probably stop anyone from
Bat and Krysa nodded and swam into the cavern which was lit by luminescent
altering her little world with a PADD inside. Water, even holographic,
rocks which lined portions of the walls.
could be programmed to render equipment useless.


After remembering the Flying Carpet incident during the Egypt
They continued down the lit tunnel until the came to a large cavern where
holobriefing where he slammed into the Great Pyramid, Tarrant
a conference table had been set up. Bat’s buffet table was set up as well,
pondered his next choice carefully. Finally he gave in.
waiting for him to come up with a few surprises to place upon it.


After a moment he accessed some of the commands and brought
“How do you expect me to set a table down here. My liver pate would be
out something more to his style, then he entered the waterworld.
ruined, not to mention those cute little sandwiches I spent all morning
cutting,” he said chuckling. “I can just see them floating through the
water now.”


"Good Tide, Sir." Announced the fishy figure.
“Hmm,” she said with a raised eyebrow, “I’m sure you can come up with
something suited to the decor.”


Tarrant found himself floating in water. Worse, he could never
“Sure... but will anyone eat it.” Then he glance at her, “...besides you,
swim all that well. He started to panic a little before he realized that he
my dear.”
could take a breath.


(Good old Krysa) Thought Tarrant. Then he looked around
Krysa laughed and swam over to the table to help Bat prepare his part of
and found his transportation. His little addition.
this briefing.


To his right was a Giant Seahorse, perfect for the partial klingon
Regards,<br>
to jump on. To its right another merfolk had saddled himself on one
Lt. Krysa Jenn<br>
of the creatures.
****<br>
NRPG: Enjoy!! I was in need of a good swim :)<br>


"Your steed sir. I will be your escort."
BTW, I did not create the Imarian Aquine race nor their planet. They were
created by a friend of mine, Judi Marko, for a character she plays in
another RP group. I thought they were fun, so here it is. Have fun ! :)


...............<br>
Kristen
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: A Whole New World</h3>
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Jason Bostjancic 7-10-1996</h4>
SD: 80710


A smile, a true smile, was glued to Tarrant's face. The Sea Horse
As normal, the Feynman CEO completely disregarded the
was absolutely perfect. Instead of rushing directly to the cave,
shore leave orders. There was always work to be done. After the
the CEO touk a roundabout course checking out the other
last mission he had to replace one of the structural integrity
sea life. His programmed escort continued to try and get him to
field generators. And Tarrant cursed Jerran's name every second
the cave ahead, but wouldn't leave his side.
of it. Not so much out of jealousy, but because of the absolute
lack of thought at what his manuever almost did. The backup
SIF was at 14% when they finally pulled out of the little maneuver.
Had Tarrant not have been at an Engineering Panel, the Feynman
would have been no more.


Tarrant had never thought of water as fun before, nor did he
Then there was the Captain's new chair. That was something a
ever really care for sea life. But this was incredible.
little more interesting to build. A tungsten-duranium alloy would
provide the support needed for what Tarrant had in mind. The
chair itself would have 360 deg. rotation. And a special addition,
a PGR (Personal Gravity Restraint). Emitters throughout the chair
would produce a type of gravity beam that would keep the Captain
in his chair should the ship be thrown about. All he would have to do
would be to touch a ergonomically placed button on the left arm. Or
he could set it for automatic use.


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


"Oh, I guess you're right. As soon as the meeting is over, I'll go down
Finally he entered the cave, and dismounted. "Good boy" blurbed
and help put together some of the damage I created. A couple of the new
Tarrant as he patted the Sea Horse.
shuttles should be arriving sometime around then, so you'll have to get
them and catalog them."


"Aye, sir," she said with a mock salute from the couch as he walked out
Entering the conference area, Tarrant spotted the OPS officer and
toward the holodeck.
gave her a deep "Good Tide, Krysa."


<nowiki>---------------------------------------------</nowiki><br>
<NRPG>
Scene: Holodeck<br>


Considering the holonovel LT Jenn was working on this morning when LTJG
Now back to my little hurricane. BERTHA.
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
Respectfully,<br>
forcefield. He touched it lightly with his hand and felt it go through
Jason<br>
water. Smiling, he walked through the threshhold, holding his breath.


As a half Vulcan, he was too genetically inclined to swim underwater,
Lieutenant Cmdr. Tirrin Vorak - OPS/2O - USS SERAPIS<br>
usually, let alone breath under it, but when one of the finned humanoids
Lieutenant Tarrant L. Koreth - CEO - USS FEYNMAN<br>
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
"Quoth the Raven 'Nevermore'"
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.
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* jobaker@chuma.cas.usf.edu      *    jbaker@deans2.cas.usf.edu          *
****************************************************************************
* Raneov Stefanh e-Annhwi tr'Khnialmnae, CO, HgR Ja'telaih, TOS TREKMUSE  *
* LTJG Jerran Terel, FCO, USS FEYNMAN, alt.starfleet.rpg                  *
* ENS Logan Knight, CEO, USS TSUNAMI, alt.starfleet.rpg                    *
* Dr. Alexa Denora, Sci Admin, Kachaira III Colony, alt.starfleet.rpg      *
****************************************************************************
* Daisemi'in rhhaensuriuu            * Of the Chief parts of the          *
* meillunsiateve                    * Ruling Passion only this            *
* rh'e Mnhei'sahe yie ahr'en:        * Can be truly said:                  *
* Mnahe afw'ein qiuu,                * Hate has a reason for everything    *
* rh'e hweithnaef                    * But love is unreasonable            *
* mrht Heis'he ehl'ein qiuu          * --Rihannsu Proverb                  *
****************************************************************************
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<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Ready-room-->Swim</h3>
<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  
Line 4,431: Line 4,431:
-CMDR Nigel Straun, TACFLEET Liason Officer, INDIGO FLEET<br>
-CMDR Nigel Straun, TACFLEET Liason Officer, INDIGO FLEET<br>
-CMDR Horatio Sinclair, Fleet Intelligence Officer, BLUE FLEET<br>
-CMDR Horatio Sinclair, Fleet Intelligence Officer, BLUE FLEET<br>
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Before Entering</h3>
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: In We Go!</h3>
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Max Felsher 7-2-1996</h4>
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by  
Andrew Catterick 7-20-1996</h4>
SD: 80720.0730<br>
MD: 4.0600<br>
Scene: Bridge<br>


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


"I do not doubt that you cannot do the job. But I have more
"Excellent." He leaned back in his chair smiling. Everything was
experience in the science field than you do."
proceeding to plan. In a few days they would have the information they
 
needed and in a few days more they'd be heroes. Pity that the FEYNMAN
"That remains to be seen," Loth said snidely. "What are you
might have to be 'removed'. The thought of firing on Starfleet officers
doing about the roster?"
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.


"I have checked over every crew member's record and decided to
<<<NRPG>>>
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.
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.


"No, I am not."
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!)


"Well, I'm not working with you, that's for sure. Nor am I
Mike Dailey:I received a NRPG from you saying Here is my security
working with Swansen. So I suppose I'll take the GAMMA shift,"
rostor...but there was no security roster!
he said grudgingly. "Who'll the XO be?"


"MCPO Richards," Meleah stated without even consulting the
The SHADOW Fleet: USS PHOENIX -SOLAR Class Capt. Tremaine<br>
computer.
USS ARGONAUT -AGAMEMNON Class<br>
USS TYPHOON -STORM Class<br>
USS ROLLING THUNDER-Storm Class<br>


"Hmph," was all Loth said to that.
All: Ok were here lets get to work!


Meleah had found Loth to be fairly disagreeable unlike her new ASCI
Respectfully,<br>
who should have probably been a counselor. Nali Swansen had a knack for
Andy<br>
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
-LT.CMDR Tarsa Rogers, Unassigned<br>
they found out who was the SCI, and had asked her questions to which they
-CMDR Zane, Commanding Officer, USS FEYNMAN<br>
expectedan answer to because they thought that an android couldn't lie.
-CMDR Nigel Straun, TACFLEET Liason Officer, INDIGO FLEET<br>
They were right about that, but they didn't know that Meleah had been told
-CMDR Horatio Sinclair, Fleet Intelligence Officer, BLUE FLEET<br>
which sort of questions to avoid so the press hadn't got any 'dirt' yet.
<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>


All of this Meleah reviewed in one second. Part of her was still
Meleah, sir," the android replied.  
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.
"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."
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
"Understood, sir."
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.
"Dismissed."
Meleah held onto the console with one hand while the other continued to
record information from the sensors.


<<SNIP>>
MD 1.1430 Bridge
MD: 4.0612


The crew on the bridge watched as the shuttles were launched and
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.  
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
"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.'
interference any more."


----
"Oh, hello, Commander," Jenn greeted him. "Would you mind telling us who our new Chief Science Officer is?"
NRPG:


(I couldn't think of anything else to add!)
"I think you'll meet her soon enough."


Just giving everyone an insight into how Meleah works. I figured a back
"Oh, come on, Commander."
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
"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.  
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.
"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>)


Kristen: We might try to see how Meleah and Krysa get along <G>.
MD 1.1700 First Officer's Office


Sincerely yours,<br>
As Maril looked over some information on the Coalsack, he heard the office's "doorbell".  
Lt. Meleah, SCI, USS FEYNMAN, Silver Fleet.<br>


Melanie Pocknall.
"Enter," he commanded. Lieutenant Meleah walked through the doorway, then stood stiffly at attention in front of Maril's desk.  
<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
"At ease, Lieutenant. Please, sit down." The android accepted the chair silently, and waited while Maril cleared his throat before he spoke.  
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.
"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."


"Slow to impulse. And hold at 10,000km."
"You may want to make modifications to the array, which of course you may do, with the authorization of the Captain and myself. Also, if you have any suggestions in preparing for the Coalsack, do not hesitate to talk to the Captain. We must be ready for anything."  


"Aye sir." Jerran replied.
"Understood, sir," Meleah affirmed.  


"What's behind there, lieLutenant?"
"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.


"Sensors are having trouble penetrating the 'wall'." The OPS
"Dismissed."  
officer replied as her fingers flew across her board.


"Lt Meleah?" Zane asked.
MD 4.0600


"One moment sir." The new SCI, sitting at the bridge science
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....  
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
The sun has met the sea, <br>
to relay the information to the rest of the bridge, Zane pulled up her
Lt. Commander Onta Maril, <br>
diosplays on his arm console. It didn't look very inviting.
First Officer, USS Feynman, <br>
aka Max Felsher <br>


"Bridge to engineering."
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. :)


[Koreth here.]
Ted: I still haven't gotten anything on the Helm section of the BrOT from you. :(


"Mr. Koreth are the two communication relay pods ready for
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.
launch?"
<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>


[Yes sir. We're locked and loaded.]
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.


After the briefing the Admiral had sent out they had taken some
"An android is replacing me!" he had said with disgust. "I
extra precautions one of which was to adjust two probes to become enhanced
don't see why, I'm perfectly capable of doing the job."
communications relays. It had been decided that the FEYNMAN, on its
own would most likely lose contact with EPSILON after entering the sack
and that these two probes would, hopefully, allieviate this. The first
would be deployed here, just outside the sack and was essentially a
standard communications relay. The second would be deployed just inside
the sack. When discussing the idea the new SCI had suggested that the
storms and their resulting currents and eddies would most likely send the
relay thousands of kilometres away from its intended station thus negating
its effects. As a solution, Lt. Koreth had, with a little improvisation,
attached a small computer and engine to the probe which would keep it with
100km of its desired position.


"Ensign Allard deploy probe 1."
"I do not doubt that you cannot do the job. But I have more
experience in the science field than you do."


"Probe one away."
"That remains to be seen," Loth said snidely. "What are you
doing about the roster?"


"Put me on ship wide Ensign."
"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."


"Aye sir."
"You're joking!" Loth exclaimed.


"Attention all hands, this is the Captain. In a few moments we
"No, I am not."
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
"Well, I'm not working with you, that's for sure. Nor am I
ordered.
working with Swansen. So I suppose I'll take the GAMMA shift,"
he said grudgingly. "Who'll the XO be?"


"Mr. Jerran take us in 1/4 impulse."
"MCPO Richards," Meleah stated without even consulting the
computer.


______________________________________________<br>
"Hmph," was all Loth said to that.
Scene: Bridge, USS PHOENIX<br>


"We've just received word from TYPHOON sir, FEYNMAN has
Meleah had found Loth to be fairly disagreeable unlike her new ASCI
just entered the 'sack at position L-357."
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.


"Helm set course for the TYPHOON, warp 1. Signal the ARGONAUT and
Unlike her job as press agent. The press had had a field day when
the ROLLING THUNDER to join us there."
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.


"Sensors have picked up a small probe left just outside the
All of this Meleah reviewed in one second. Part of her was still
'sack."
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.


"A communications relay?" Tremaine asked.
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.


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


-LT.CMDR Tarsa Rogers, Unassigned<br>
Melanie Pocknall.
-CMDR Zane, Commanding Officer, USS FEYNMAN<br>
-CMDR Nigel Straun, TACFLEET Liason Officer, INDIGO FLEET<br>
-CMDR Horatio Sinclair, Fleet Intelligence Officer, BLUE FLEET<br>
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Once More Into the Breech, Old Friends...</h3>
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Once More Into the Breech, Old Friends...</h3>
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Joseph Baker 7-21-1996</h4>
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Joseph Baker 7-21-1996</h4>
Line 5,425: Line 5,425:


"Nothing on his past sir. All classified." said the Vulcan in hushed tones.
"Nothing on his past sir. All classified." said the Vulcan in hushed tones.
.................<br>
.................<br>
Scene: Jefferies Tube J<br>
Scene: Jefferies Tube J<br>
Line 5,502: Line 5,503:
Allard may prove to be useful. <G>
Allard may prove to be useful. <G>


Mike Daily: You take it from here, but I think that
Mike Daily: You take it from here, but I think that
Tarrant wants a part of this guy. Maybe even a little more
Tarrant wants a part of this guy. Maybe even a little more
than regs will allow.... it could be interresting. You make the call.
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.
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* Joseph Baker                                                            *
* University of South Florida                                              *
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* Daisemi'in rhhaensuriuu            * Of the Chief parts of the          *
* meillunsiateve                    * Ruling Passion only this            *
* rh'e Mnhei'sahe yie ahr'en:        * Can be truly said:                  *
* Mnahe afw'ein qiuu,                * Hate has a reason for everything    *
* rh'e hweithnaef                    * But love is unreasonable            *
* mrht Heis'he ehl'ein qiuu          * --Rihannsu Proverb                  *
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<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Arrival</h3>
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by
Melanie Pocknall 7-31-1996</h4>
SD: 80731.0920<br>
MD: 5.1545<br>
Scene: Bridge<br>
 
Meleah stepped out of the turbolift onto the bridge. Because some of the
other senoir officers were in need of medical attention, she had been called
upon to command Beta shift. Because she did not need any sleep, and was not
damaged, she was a logical choice for the position. LtCmdr Maril was in the
command chair, and he stood up when Meleah came into view. "Cmdr, Dr.
Glin'kharr wishes you to go down to Sickbay as soon as your shift has finished."
 
"Thank-you," he replied and proceeded to inform her of the situation
(nothing had really happened so far). He then left the bridge and Meleah
seated herself in the command chair. This was her first command shift on
the Feynman, and in an unusual sort of way, she was looking forward to it.
She made the usual department checks, keep an eye out for the pirates, and
generaly had a uneventful shift. But she didn't get bored simply because
she couldn't get bored.
 
At 0030 hours, as her extended shift was up, she tapped her badge and said,
"Bridge to Cmdr Maril."
 
There was a few seconds wait, then a groggy sounding voice said [Yes]
 
"We are exactly thirty minutes away from the pirate base. The Captain
informed me that all senior officers were to be on the bridge, if possible,
when we arrived."
 
[I'm on my way.]
 
Meleah then switched her attention to Zane. "Bridge to Cmdr Zane."
 
[Yes?] sounded a voice that indicated he was wide awake.
 
"We are twenty-nine minutes away from arrival"
 
[Thank-you, Lt.]
 
A few minutes later, Zane, Maril, Krysa, and Allard arrived. Jerran had
arrived slightly earlier than the others and was already seated at his
station. Meleah relinquished the chair, which she had investigated during
her shift, and took up her chair at the science station as Ens Loth was
still in sickbay.
 
------
NRPG:
 
Meleah just *had* to sit in the command chair! This makes my nrpg post
partly redundant, although I still wish to know how often Meleah would have
a command shift.
 
Sincerely yours,
Lt. Meleah, CSciO, USS FEYNMAN, Silver Fleet.
 
Melanie Pocknall.
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Unexpected</h3>
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Max Felsher 7-31-1996</h4>
SD 80731.1200(GMT)<br>
MD 6.0100<br>
Scene: Bridge<br>
 
As the Feynman neared the pirate base,
Commander Zane turned to Maril.
 
"Commander, I want you to lead an
infiltration team into the base. Take who you
want."
 
"Sir, don't you think we would be like the
giants walking into Asligo?"
 
"Yes, you probably would stick out. However,
our mission is to infiltrate, and that's what
we'll do."
 
"Aye, sir. Now, hmm...Mr. Allard, Mr.
Jerran, and Mr. Lee, you're with me. I'd also
like an NCO each from the Engineering department,
the Science Department, and the Security
Department."
 
"We will also need appropriate clothing. I'd
like you to find that, Ensign Lee. And also we
will need a way to sneak into the base without
anyone realizing that we beamed in from the
Feynman. Lt. Meleah, that's your job."
 
"Develop a cover character for each of
yourselves. Keep in mind that we will be pirates,
and for efficiency's sake, we will keep ourselves
in a rough chain of command. We will go over
everything at 0200 hours and we will depart at
0230 hours. Is everything understood?"
 
"Yes, sir," was heard throughout the Bridge.
 
"Do you think you could have been a little
more direct, Commander?" Zane smiled as everyone
got to their duties.
 
Maril shrugged. "I just didn't want to
forget anything."
 
 
MD 6.0245
Pirate Base:Cargo(Loot?) Hold 4
 
Maril, along with the six other officers,
stood, looking around at what these pirates had
stolen over time. Of course, the pirates could
have kept the loot on their ships, but they
probably wanted to keep things light, and so used
the cargo to buy things and pay for food. This
was that loot--the loot that had been used as
currency on the base.
 
Finally, someone found the door. It would
have been hard to get in from the outside, but
being inside, that wasn't a problem. Maril
ordered the Engineering officer to try to find
some way to allow them to get back in if they
needed to. He wasn't greedy; he simply thought
they might need to get back in at some point.
 
Maril had chosen to act the part of a tough
pirate captain who had gotten into many a battle--
just not any that anyone on the base could
remember.
 
"Everyone, out, now!" he yelled in a grumpy
tone.
 
By this time, the Engineering officer had
finished. No one was surprised by Maril's tone of
voice; they just acted their parts and grumbled as
they shuffled out of the hold.
 
"C'mon, you lot of traitors, get to the
docks," he muttered.
 
The sun has met the sea,<br>
Lt. Commander Onta Maril,<br>
First Officer, USS Feynman,<br>
aka Max Felsher<br>
 
NRPG:
Ha, there you are. And you thought this was going
to be boring. ;)


<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Command BrOT, Looking for Answers</h3>
To quote Joseph(with a slight modification): BTW,
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Max Felsher 7-23-1996</h4>
Andy made me do it. <BG>
"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.
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.


The "ship" shook as someone beamed into Sickbay. Lieutenant Jenn stood silently, with Commander Zane lying beside her.
Andy: I hope this is what you had in mind. :)


"What happened?" Glin'kharr asked.
Kristen, Melanie, Ted, Jason: Have a good time up
on the Feymnan!


"He was thrown almost across the Bridge when the inertial dampneners failed. Doctor, can you do anything?"
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


"I can always do something," Glin'kharr growled.
Jason, Melanie, Mike: Please pick one NPC from your
department to accompany the away team. You may
play that NPC, or not.


Once the Captain had been lifted onto the biobed, Glin'kharr noticed that Zane's life signs were rapidly falling, near death.
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.


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?]
Donna: As said in the post, please figure out what
 
the pirates would probably wear.
"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!
MDailey
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