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 -Commodore Nigel Straun, Executive Officer, INDIGO FLEET<br>
 -Commander Horatio Sinclair, Fleet Intelligence Officer, BLUE FLEET<br>
+<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Taking the Base</h3>
+<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Max Felsher 7-22-1996</h4>
+SD: 80822<br>
+"Strike the sails and lower the anchor."
+Maril frowned thoughtfully. The senior crew of the Feynman had been spread out to a great extent. Lt. Jenn was unable to command, or serve in any way for that matter, considering her severe headache. He hated to leave Jerran on the Typhoon, but somebody had to command it, although this reduced the number of senior officers on the Bird of Prey to two, as Allard had run off before the launch without notifying him. Lieutenants Koreth and Meleah still had not reported back to the Typhoon, and the situation was becoming very dangerous, with no one knowing what anyone else was doing. Hopefully, Jerran would be able to report to the Captain, but that still left them out of contact with Maril and the other officers on the BoP or planetoid.
+"We're landing now, sir."
+Maril stood up, thankful that the officers who had been in the base before still had their pirate outfits on. "You three," pointing to those officers who were in pirate clothing, "let's get onto the base. Everyone else, I want you to search the ship. Catch any stowaways and report on anything interesting. And do not, repeat do not, let any non-Starfleet personnel on the ship. I don't want the pirates knowing that the vultures are really just canaries in disguise."
+As the four "pirates" headed aft to get off the ship, Maril continued. "Everyone still have a sidearm?" The group nodded. "Good. We may need them." After a thoughtful pause, Maril gestured at Ensign Lee and the science officer who had come on the away team. "Once we're settled back in, I want you two to look for our two missing security officers. Take these." He passed a small oblong object to each officer. "They're communicators,
+just not ones you're used to. I'm sure you'll figure them out, though."
+Maril had to stop there, as they had reached the door which opened to the outside.
+They all stepped out into the base's "shuttlebay" and proceeded towards the bar where they had met Shirlea. It was probably where most of the pirates were anyway.
+MD 6.1510<br>
+Pirate Base: Bar<br>
+Maril and the other three officers walked in without notice by anyone else. It seemed that the pirates were in something of a jovial mood, with no one "in charge" after the Orion had left. There was some liquid all over the floor, along with a good share of glass and other materials. A good many of the pirates looked rather intoxicated, from which Maril gathered that they were not drinking synthehol.
+"Talarian ale," Maril said with ease, gesturing for the other three to order.
+As he grabbed the ale, he took a rather large sip, noting the strange flavor. No time for that, though. Switching the ale to his left hand, he slammed his right fist down on the bar, at the same time yelling, "Listen up, you no-good excuses for pirates!"
+The room quieted down for a second. Maril continued, "Look. I threw your 'Queen' into the volcano of Irabda. If you want to go the same way, I can arrange it. Does anyone want that?"
+No one answered.
+"Then I guess that means I run this place. Does anyone have any objections?"
+Again, the room was silent.
+"Good. Now, who here is gonna tell me what's been goin' on lately?"
+The sun has met the sea,<br>
+Lt. Commander Onta Maril,<br>
+First Officer, USS Feynman,<br>
+aka Max Felsher<br>
+NRPG:
+Okay, it *looks* like everything here is under control. Does anyone else get the feeling that we're going to have a better chance against the Grey Fleet? After all, we have a)the Feynman, a Feynman-class destroyer; b)the Typhoon, a Storm(?)-class ship; c)a Husnock ship which has unbelievable power, even if we can't control it<G>; and d)the batlh 'etlh, a Klingon Bird of Prey.
+Donna: You're going to have to go look for Allard et al. However, Lee can't be with them, as it's already been written that you weren't there. Maybe she finds them, and then reports back to Maril. You'll just have to figure something out.
 <h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: A Better Discovery</h3>
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 NRPG:
 Well, everyone's out of the base now. The question is: how are we going to get those four senior officers on the planetoid out?
-<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Taking the Base</h3>
-<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Max Felsher 7-22-1996</h4>
-SD: 80822<br>
-"Strike the sails and lower the anchor."
-Maril frowned thoughtfully. The senior crew of the Feynman had been spread out to a great extent. Lt. Jenn was unable to command, or serve in any way for that matter, considering her severe headache. He hated to leave Jerran on the Typhoon, but somebody had to command it, although this reduced the number of senior officers on the Bird of Prey to two, as Allard had run off before the launch without notifying him. Lieutenants Koreth and Meleah still had not reported back to the Typhoon, and the situation was becoming very dangerous, with no one knowing what anyone else was doing. Hopefully, Jerran would be able to report to the Captain, but that still left them out of contact with Maril and the other officers on the BoP or planetoid.
-"We're landing now, sir."
-Maril stood up, thankful that the officers who had been in the base before still had their pirate outfits on. "You three," pointing to those officers who were in pirate clothing, "let's get onto the base. Everyone else, I want you to search the ship. Catch any stowaways and report on anything interesting. And do not, repeat do not, let any non-Starfleet personnel on the ship. I don't want the pirates knowing that the vultures are really just canaries in disguise."
-As the four "pirates" headed aft to get off the ship, Maril continued. "Everyone still have a sidearm?" The group nodded. "Good. We may need them." After a thoughtful pause, Maril gestured at Ensign Lee and the science officer who had come on the away team. "Once we're settled back in, I want you two to look for our two missing security officers. Take these." He passed a small oblong object to each officer. "They're communicators,
-just not ones you're used to. I'm sure you'll figure them out, though."
-Maril had to stop there, as they had reached the door which opened to the outside.
-They all stepped out into the base's "shuttlebay" and proceeded towards the bar where they had met Shirlea. It was probably where most of the pirates were anyway.
-MD 6.1510<br>
-Pirate Base: Bar<br>
-Maril and the other three officers walked in without notice by anyone else. It seemed that the pirates were in something of a jovial mood, with no one "in charge" after the Orion had left. There was some liquid all over the floor, along with a good share of glass and other materials. A good many of the pirates looked rather intoxicated, from which Maril gathered that they were not drinking synthehol.
-"Talarian ale," Maril said with ease, gesturing for the other three to order.
-As he grabbed the ale, he took a rather large sip, noting the strange flavor. No time for that, though. Switching the ale to his left hand, he slammed his right fist down on the bar, at the same time yelling, "Listen up, you no-good excuses for pirates!"
-The room quieted down for a second. Maril continued, "Look. I threw your 'Queen' into the volcano of Irabda. If you want to go the same way, I can arrange it. Does anyone want that?"
-No one answered.
-"Then I guess that means I run this place. Does anyone have any objections?"
-Again, the room was silent.
-"Good. Now, who here is gonna tell me what's been goin' on lately?"
-The sun has met the sea,<br>
-Lt. Commander Onta Maril,<br>
-First Officer, USS Feynman,<br>
-aka Max Felsher<br>
-NRPG:
-Okay, it *looks* like everything here is under control. Does anyone else get the feeling that we're going to have a better chance against the Grey Fleet? After all, we have a)the Feynman, a Feynman-class destroyer; b)the Typhoon, a Storm(?)-class ship; c)a Husnock ship which has unbelievable power, even if we can't control it<G>; and d)the batlh 'etlh, a Klingon Bird of Prey.
-Donna: You're going to have to go look for Allard et al. However, Lee can't be with them, as it's already been written that you weren't there. Maybe she finds them, and then reports back to Maril. You'll just have to figure something out.