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<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Let's Make a Deal</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Kristen Gant 8-30-1996</h4> | |||
Stardate: 80830.1442<br> | |||
Scene: Flight deck<br> | |||
MD: 7.1230<br> | |||
Dee stepped out of the shuttle and approached the Captain of the | |||
FEYNMAN. Zane knew she wasn't Krysa, but he could see how someone | |||
would be easily fooled. | |||
"How nice of you to have me back," she smiled, moving toward him. | |||
"Would you like to see your old quarters," Zane said tightly. | |||
She laughed, "Aren't you the funny one today, considering the | |||
importance of my visit." | |||
"Oh, yes, you did mention that you were the only one who could help | |||
us. Though I can't for the life of me figure out how." | |||
"Come now, I know better then that. Do you really think we only share | |||
a face?" She gloated knowing she had him, "Perhaps we should go | |||
somewhere a little more private for a chat." | |||
Zane nodded, leading her into a training room used by the flight | |||
control depart, which was just off the flight deck. The two entered | |||
and Zane turned to face her. "Now tell me who you are and what it is | |||
you think you can do for Krysa." | |||
"Who I am isn't important, but you," she said coyly, "can call me | |||
Dee. As for your Krysa, I know what I can do for her, because I know | |||
what was done to her .. and to me." she said circling him. A smile | |||
played across her lips as she ran a hand lazily down his arm. | |||
"What was done to her?" he asked pulling away slightly. | |||
She chuckled slightly, "Well, before I answer that, there are a few | |||
things which I want." | |||
Zane stiffened. He had been expecting this. "What do you want?" | |||
"Must we be so business-like," she teased him, "Can't we be | |||
friendly." | |||
"Friendly? Somehow this just doesn't seem friendly to me." Zane said | |||
"Come now, Captain. Haven't you ever wanted to stop being a captain | |||
and just have some fun? What about this face," she asked, taunting | |||
him, "haven't you ever wanted .." | |||
"That's enough." His eyes narrowed, "I don't have time for your | |||
games. If you aren't going to help, I may as well take you to the | |||
brig now." | |||
Krysa's face pouted, "Very well, Captain. I will tell you how to help | |||
your Krysa." A twisted smile formed. "But in return, I want a fully | |||
stocked and ready go runabout. Along with escort out of 'sack and | |||
protection from the PHOENIX. Once I'm on my way safely, I'll given | |||
you what you need to stop dear Krysa's head from exploding." | |||
Regards,<br> | |||
Lt. Krysa Jenn<br> | |||
-- | |||
Kristen & Scott Gant<br> | |||
http://homepage/interaccess.com/~sgant/scott.htm<br> | |||