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<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Joseph Baker 8-1-1996</h4>
SD: 80801.0432 (GMT)<br>
MD: 6.?<br>
Scene: Pirate Base, just outside of the cargo bay<br>
Maril was the first of the group of FEYNMAN "pirates" to barrel out of the
cargo bay, taking on his pirate Captain persona and shouting orders to his
crew, many of which were in the form of Tamarian orders which even the
resourceful LT Jerran had trouble placing. He just nodded and followed
his "skipper" out of the hold.
The FCO had decided to take on the persona of a half Romulan pirate who
had just recently come accross the neutral zone after the situation was
becoming a little too hot for his line of work. Luckily, his little
adventure with a real Romulan pirate while the FEYNMAN had visited Earth
left him with quite a bit of source material to base his own dramatis
personae on.
While in the company of the legendary Captain tr'Khnialmnae, Jerran had
learned that Rihannsu pirates tended to be somewhat extravagant in their
manner, yet they had a subtle wit that was as sharp as the swords they
tended to wear at their sides, and they wielded both with equal skill.
Jerran had decided to forgo the saber for practicality's sake, but his
clothes, though still somewhat scraggly, were alittle bit better than most
of the crew. He had also decided to remove his usual ear decoration,
deciding to emerse himself more into the part of the Rihannsu pirate than
a Bajoran raider. All in all, because of his intense military history
thus far, the latter would have been much more difficult to pull off.
A group of pirates walked by the FEYNMAN crew, sneering at them as they
passed. Maril snarled equally well, and then turned back to his crew to
bark some more orders, feigning the unloading of a phantom ship. One of
the passing pirates, though, was not amused by Maril's return growl, and
when the commander turned back around, he had a large, scaly Gorn staring
down at him with dark red, gleeming, faceted eyes.
The Gorn clicked something in the back of its mouth angrily and said, "You
got a problem, Tamarian?" He emphasized his anger by grabbing Maril by
the collar and lifting him up off the ground. "Cause I'm sure I can fix
whatever ails you."
Maril didn't reply, he just simply snarled again and slammed his arms
against the bottom of the Gorn's powerful wrists, causing the green pirate
to drop the Commander, who immediately rebounded back up with a fist to
the scaly chin. The Gorn flew back against a set of crates. He was just
about to reach for a large laser pistol from his belt, but Jerran already
had both the Bajoran phaser pistols out that he had tucked into a set of
shoulder holsters under his jacket and pointed right at the Gorn's large
head.
The "Romulan" smirked and said, "I can fix what ails him, too, with just a
flick of my fingers."
Maril walked casually over to stand beside Jerran and said, "You'd better
listen to Scout, Mister. Now, tell me where the person who's in charge
of this joint is before I let him pull those triggers and send your face
into Shareeka's realm by the sea of fire!"
The Gorn trembled slightly as he said, "Three levels up, in the Peg Leg
Cantina."
Everyone else in the place had sense gone about their own business as
Maril nodded to the Gorn and said, "See, that wasn't too hard. Now, let's
go pay our respects to the dockmaster here."
Jerran was the last to fall in with the group as they walked away from the
fallen Gorn, twirling his phasers arrogantly before shoving them back into
the shoulder holsters.
He caught up with the Commander and the rest of the group in a farely
deserted corridor on the way to the nearest lift and said, "Scout,
Commander?"
"I was thinking of the Terran Boy Scouts, Lieutenant. They were supposed
to have always been prepared, and with your show with those two phasers
there, I thought the name fit," Maril said with a smitk as they neared the
lift. "By the way, how many of those do you have on you?"
"Two Bajoran phasers and a pair of type I hand phasers, sir, in addition
to various knives here and there."
"I rest my case, Scout." Maril said as the group entered the lift.
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* jobaker@chuma.cas.usf.edu      *    jbaker@deans2.cas.usf.edu          *
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* Joseph Baker                                                            *
* University of South Florida                                              *
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* Daisemi'in rhhaensuriuu            * Of the Chief parts of the          *
* meillunsiateve                    * Ruling Passion only this            *
* rh'e Mnhei'sahe yie ahr'en:        * Can be truly said:                  *
* Mnahe afw'ein qiuu,                * Hate has a reason for everything    *
* rh'e hweithnaef                    * But love is unreasonable            *
* mrht Heis'he ehl'ein qiuu          * --Rihannsu Proverb                  *
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USS FEYNMAN: Going Native

by Joseph Baker 8-1-1996

SD: 80801.0432 (GMT)
MD: 6.?
Scene: Pirate Base, just outside of the cargo bay

Maril was the first of the group of FEYNMAN "pirates" to barrel out of the cargo bay, taking on his pirate Captain persona and shouting orders to his crew, many of which were in the form of Tamarian orders which even the resourceful LT Jerran had trouble placing. He just nodded and followed his "skipper" out of the hold.

The FCO had decided to take on the persona of a half Romulan pirate who had just recently come accross the neutral zone after the situation was becoming a little too hot for his line of work. Luckily, his little adventure with a real Romulan pirate while the FEYNMAN had visited Earth left him with quite a bit of source material to base his own dramatis personae on.

While in the company of the legendary Captain tr'Khnialmnae, Jerran had learned that Rihannsu pirates tended to be somewhat extravagant in their manner, yet they had a subtle wit that was as sharp as the swords they tended to wear at their sides, and they wielded both with equal skill.

Jerran had decided to forgo the saber for practicality's sake, but his clothes, though still somewhat scraggly, were alittle bit better than most of the crew. He had also decided to remove his usual ear decoration, deciding to emerse himself more into the part of the Rihannsu pirate than a Bajoran raider. All in all, because of his intense military history thus far, the latter would have been much more difficult to pull off.

A group of pirates walked by the FEYNMAN crew, sneering at them as they passed. Maril snarled equally well, and then turned back to his crew to bark some more orders, feigning the unloading of a phantom ship. One of the passing pirates, though, was not amused by Maril's return growl, and when the commander turned back around, he had a large, scaly Gorn staring down at him with dark red, gleeming, faceted eyes.

The Gorn clicked something in the back of its mouth angrily and said, "You got a problem, Tamarian?" He emphasized his anger by grabbing Maril by the collar and lifting him up off the ground. "Cause I'm sure I can fix whatever ails you."

Maril didn't reply, he just simply snarled again and slammed his arms against the bottom of the Gorn's powerful wrists, causing the green pirate to drop the Commander, who immediately rebounded back up with a fist to the scaly chin. The Gorn flew back against a set of crates. He was just about to reach for a large laser pistol from his belt, but Jerran already had both the Bajoran phaser pistols out that he had tucked into a set of shoulder holsters under his jacket and pointed right at the Gorn's large head.

The "Romulan" smirked and said, "I can fix what ails him, too, with just a flick of my fingers."

Maril walked casually over to stand beside Jerran and said, "You'd better listen to Scout, Mister. Now, tell me where the person who's in charge of this joint is before I let him pull those triggers and send your face into Shareeka's realm by the sea of fire!"

The Gorn trembled slightly as he said, "Three levels up, in the Peg Leg Cantina."

Everyone else in the place had sense gone about their own business as Maril nodded to the Gorn and said, "See, that wasn't too hard. Now, let's go pay our respects to the dockmaster here."

Jerran was the last to fall in with the group as they walked away from the fallen Gorn, twirling his phasers arrogantly before shoving them back into the shoulder holsters.

He caught up with the Commander and the rest of the group in a farely deserted corridor on the way to the nearest lift and said, "Scout, Commander?"

"I was thinking of the Terran Boy Scouts, Lieutenant. They were supposed to have always been prepared, and with your show with those two phasers there, I thought the name fit," Maril said with a smitk as they neared the lift. "By the way, how many of those do you have on you?"

"Two Bajoran phasers and a pair of type I hand phasers, sir, in addition to various knives here and there."

"I rest my case, Scout." Maril said as the group entered the lift.

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* jobaker@chuma.cas.usf.edu       *    jbaker@deans2.cas.usf.edu           *
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* Joseph Baker                                                             *
* University of South Florida                                              *
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* Daisemi'in rhhaensuriuu            * Of the Chief parts of the           *
* meillunsiateve                     * Ruling Passion only this            *
* rh'e Mnhei'sahe yie ahr'en:        * Can be truly said:                  *
* Mnahe afw'ein qiuu,                * Hate has a reason for everything    *
* rh'e hweithnaef                    * But love is unreasonable            *
* mrht Heis'he ehl'ein qiuu          * --Rihannsu Proverb                  *
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