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-Commodore Nigel Straun, Executive Officer, INDIGO FLEET<br> | -Commodore Nigel Straun, Executive Officer, INDIGO FLEET<br> | ||
-Commander Horatio Sinclair, Fleet Intelligence Officer, BLUE 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: The Away Team's Back!</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by | |||
Melanie Pocknall 8-30-1996</h4> | |||
SD: 80830<br> | |||
>"Sirs, maybe if we could... *COUGH COUGH COUGH*... no, I'll be fine. If<br> | |||
>we could somehow trick the Nausicians or Pirates to beam us onto their<br> | |||
>ship, if they thought we had something valuable they *COUGH COUGH*" J.C.<br> | |||
>glanced up at the two LT's, his face gone quite pale and shivering...<br> | |||
>With a blank, glazed expression, he looked deep into the eyes of Koreth,<br> | |||
>and then Meleah. "Sarge, when are we going back to the dorm? I don't<br> | |||
>feel too well." Meleah looked up at Koreth, whose eyes grew wide.<br> | |||
><br> | |||
> "Sarge, I know the Commandant will be disappointed, but I'm getting<br> | |||
>worse." J.C. rubbed his shoulders to get warmer. "Really, Sarge. I know<br> | |||
>our first away-team exercise only lasts one more night, but I'll take it<br> | |||
>again. Cadet Hahn could take me to the Medic Station....COUGH COUGH COUGH"<br> | |||
MD: 7.0015 | |||
Meleah's expression changed to one of concern. She recognized the signs | |||
well enough. If Allard didn't get treatment of his wounds soon, he would | |||
become more delusional, and eventually die. They needed to do something | |||
fast. Meleah thought quickly. She took out her tricorder and scanned the | |||
building nearby. It appeared to have some communications equipment inside. | |||
All they needed to do was get inside. And the easiest way would be through | |||
the back door.... | |||
Several minutes later, the away team arrived at the 'back door'. Meleah was | |||
carrying Allard over her shoulder as he was fully unconcious by that time. | |||
Koreth went in first, carefully scanning to see if there was anyone in | |||
there. Luck seemed to be with the team as life-signs readings were nil. | |||
Looking into the first room, Koreth saw that it was full of junk, like the | |||
other building. The next room looked more promising. Inside it were | |||
ceiling-high computers and communication systems. While some of the team | |||
stood guard near the door, Meleah and Koreth had a look around. The former | |||
found a communications access panel while the latter was looking for | |||
transporter controls. Not that they could actually beam anywhere without | |||
knowing where the ships were but just in case they needed it. | |||
Using her highly intelligent brain, and special intrigue program, Meleah | |||
managed to send a message off to the Feynman. Then all they could do was | |||
sit and wait for the Feynman to reply. | |||
******<br> | |||
On the Feynman...<br> | |||
Zane was in the middle of talking to Dee when his commbadge beeped for | |||
attention. "Zane here." | |||
[Commander, there is a message from the surface. It appears to be in code.] | |||
came the voice of MCPO Nick Richards, the science officer. | |||
"Can you break the code?" asked Zane, thinking that it was either from the | |||
away team or, unlikely as it may be, a pirate group. | |||
There was a pause.[It'll take a few minutes]. | |||
"Keep me informed." | |||
Five minutes later, Richards called again. [It appears that the code is one | |||
of Lt. Meleah's that she uses to communicate with the ship. It gives the | |||
co-ordinates of the away team, and requests that they be beamed up | |||
immediately. It appears that there are several casualties.] | |||
"No mention of who is there?" | |||
[No, sir.] | |||
"Send the co-ordinates to transporter room 1. Ens Furhman, lock onto the | |||
away team on the surface and bring them back immediately." | |||
*******<br> | |||
MD: 7. 0040<br> | |||
Transporter room 1, USS FEYNMAN.<br> | |||
Matt found that there were ten officers to beam up, selected six of them to | |||
beam up, then touched the controls. Six shapes took form, Meleah and | |||
Allard being two of them. Immediately, Matt tried to get the rest of the | |||
team. The first attempt was unsuccessful, with the particles that were | |||
flying around the ship interfering. But he reconfigured the transporter's | |||
beam and rescued the others. | |||
"Furhman to Zane. The away team is back." | |||
****** | |||
MD: 7.0046 | |||
Sickbay, USS FEYNMAN. | |||
Meleah carried Allard into sickbay and immediately put him onto one of the | |||
biobeds. The doctor was in the middle of running blood tests on Krysa and | |||
paused when he saw the state Allard was in. Because the two cases were both | |||
important, he was undecided for a moment which one to do first. | |||
"Lt," he addressed Meleah, "Do you have any medical skills?" | |||
"Yes," she replied. | |||
"Good." He gave her a brief run down on Krysa's condition while he surveyed | |||
Allard. Meleah took the tests from him, and continued with them herself, | |||
while Glin'kharr looked after Allard. | |||
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NRPG: | |||
Okay, the away team's back. I'm confused about the times though. | |||
Everything's happening at the same time, but some people are writing 1200 | |||
while others (myself included) are using 0000. Can someone clarify this for me? | |||
Sincerely yours,<br> | |||
Lt. Meleah, CSciO, USS FEYNMAN.<br> | |||
Melanie.<br> | |||