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 Cheers!
 Mike
+<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Discipline & Discovery</h3>
+<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by
+Andrew Catterick 8-11-1996</h4>
+SD: 80811.1300<br>
+MD: 6.0745<br>
+Scene: Ready-room<br>
+"...his jaw is set now and should be fully healed in 8 hours but
+there will most likely be residual pain for another 24 hours. All in all
+he has taken the incident rather lightly. I imagine in his line of work
+he is used to such barbarism." The door chime rang out punctunating
+Glin'Kharr's comments.
+"In." Zane ordered. Immediately the doors parted with their
+trademark pneumatic swish, revelaing the nervously errect form of PO/1
+Jerry T. Jonas. "Thank you Doctor."
+With a slight nod, Dr. Glin'kharr turned and exited the room a
+slight scowl directed at the petty officer.
+"Do you want to explain this morning's incident Mr. Jonas?"
+"Sir. Mr. Mason slipped, sir."
+"And his fall was broken by the butt of one of your troopers
+rifles?" Zane replied quietly.
+"Sir. No sir. Mr. Mason hit his head on the deckway railing."
+"I see. And what was it that caused him to slip Mr. Jonas? A
+particularily treacherous part of carpet, perhaps an errant gust of wind."
+Jonas could not mistake the Captain's anger and wisely remained silent.
+"I imagine you have heard Mr. Mason's side of the story."
+"Sir. The petty officer has been informed of Mr. Mason's
+statements."
+"Thats quite a divergence in stories. Can you explain that Mr.
+Jonas."
+"Sir. A blow to the head can often effect memory."
+"I agree, but it does leave a bit of mystery. A mystery which I
+do not have the time to solve. Either way an individual came to harm in
+your charge. You and your two escorts are on report. But let me make it
+perfectly clear that if Mr. Mason's story is indeed true it better not
+happen again. Such acts will not be tolerated on this ship. If I even
+get a hint that you have been abusing your authority either now or in the
+future you will be serving in the GREY fleet so fast a D-warp won't be
+able to catch you. Is that clear?"
+"Sir! Yes sir!"
+"Next. When I left the brig with Mr. Mason did I or did I not
+give you a direct order that there would be only one guard needed to
+oversee Mr. Mason's movements."
+"Sir. You did sir."
+"I did. And yet there were three..." He raised a hand to stall
+Jonas' reply. "I know two were positioned outside of 10-Forward but I am
+not going to argue with you over trivialities. For disobeying a direct
+order you will have a formal reprimand place upon your permanent record.
+Any further disciplinary actions will be at the discretion of the CSO.
+Dismissed."
+Zane turned to his desk terminal and activate the mailer.
+<nowiki>
+>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>*<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<
+FROM: Commander Zane
+TO : Ensign Allard
+cc : Lieutenant Commander Maril
+Lieutenant Jenn
+All security personnel
+RE : Security patrol operations
+SD : 80811
+--------------------------------------------------------------------
+Be advised,
+As of this stardate security personnel conducting internal
+patrols, escorting prisoners or any other action in their normal routine
+will, when it is deemed necessary to be armed, carry a Type II Personal
+Phaser. Phaser rifles are not to be used during normal security
+operations unless otherwise instructed by a senior officer.
+END
+>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>*<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<
+</nowiki>
+The memo sent, he stood and headed for the replicator his stomach
+reminding him of his hyper-metabolism. Halfway there the door chimed out
+again. "In."
+"Captain." Chief Larocque greeted Zane.
+"Hey Rock. I'm having a snack, want something?"
+"No I just had breakfast." He replied entering the room. "But I
+seem to remember you sitting yourself in front of a rather large platter
+of Bat's Breakfast BBQ."
+The Captain smiled and patted his stomach. "Gotta keep the energy
+levels up."
+Larocque rolled his eyes.
+"So what's up for this morning?" Zane asked his aide.
+"The usual reports to read and sign." He handed a PADD over to
+Zane. "How's Mason?"
+"Fine. You heard?" Zane asked not at all surprised.
+"I think the dishwasher's third mate is the only one who hasn't."
+Larocque replied grinning. "News travels fast."
+"He slipped." Zane told him, the tone in his voice portraying
+just how seriously he took that excuse.
+"Uh-huh. Just like the Cardassian."
+"Exactly." 'The Cardassian' was brought aboard the FEYNMAN in a
+lifepod during their first mission. While being transported to the brig
+the overzealous security personnel beat the Cardassian into a coma.
+When then CSO, Ensign Zane had found out he had been furious but not half
+as much as Captain West.
+Larocque, his aide then, gave him the same advice. "There a good
+bunch just a little hyper it being their first cruise and all. They'll
+settle down."
+"The voice of wisdom?"
+"Nah, just experience."
+[Captain to the bridge.] came over the intercomm, interrupting
+their conversation.
+Raising an eyebrow Zane set his plate aside and headed for the
+bridge, Larocque in tow. "Report." He ordered.
+The officer at the science station turned to face him. "Sensor's
+have picked up an energy field heading in the general direction of the
+pirate base. I can't get a definite reading but it appears to be a
+tractor beam, perhaps more than one."
+"Open a channel to the TYPHOON."
+Lt. Jenn, sitting in the captain's chair of the TYPHOON flickered
+on to the screen. Zane noted she seemed a little pale, probably just
+fatigue it had been a long day. "Have your sensors picked up the energy
+field?"
+[Just a few moments ago.] Jenn replied.
+"We think its a tractor beam."
+Jenn looked off screen. [Lt. Meleah confirms. Pirates bringing
+some booty home?]
+"It would seem so. How operational are you?"
+[As operational as Lt. Koreth can get us. Planning a visit?]
+Zane smiled and nodded. "We'll come in from port you from
+starboard."
+[Understood. TYPHOON out]
+The screen returning to the normal swirl of the sack, Zane paused
+before issuing orders to get underway. Something was definietly wrong
+with Krysa.
+<<<NRPG>>>
+J.C.: Looks like your NPC is in it deep ;)
+Max/Ted: ????
+Jason: Don't know if your getting this but my sympathies re: your server.
+I hope you find stable access soon its just not the same without
+our scowling engineer
+Away Team: Lots going on there....have to find the operational plans
+(sounds like the DeathStar), Jerran has a new friend, the pirates are
+expecting you to help them board the FEYNMAN (How you going to find us?)
+and now Allard has run-off after some officers.
+TYPOON/FEYNMAN: Who's tractor beams and what are they towing?
+Ted: As the only other PC on the ship with me feel free to volunteer for
+a bridge station while we're understaffed.
+And of course we have the GREY fleet waiting for us outside with an old
+'friend'
+....some interesting times ahead!
+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>

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