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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: It's So Simple</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Kristen Gant 8-31-1996</h4> | |||
>"But there is so much more you can have."<br> | |||
>"Maybe, but not that way. It would be a lie. Do we have a deal?"<br> | |||
Stardate: 80831.0857<br> | |||
Scene: Corridor<br> | |||
MD: 7.1330<br> | |||
She looked at him knowing she wouldn't be able to do much better. She | |||
really hadn't thought she would. But if there was anything that scum | |||
of a father of hers had taught her it was that you had to ask for | |||
more then you expected in order to make yourself a good deal. | |||
Smiling, she said, "I'll accept you deal on one condition." | |||
"No, no more conditions. That is the best I can do." | |||
"I think you'll be able to do this on for me without to much | |||
trouble." She waved her hand over her face, "I want to be rid of this | |||
face." Zane stood dumbfounded while she continued, "It's been nothing | |||
but trouble for me and I want a new one. Surely you can't deny me | |||
that. Or Krysa for that matter." | |||
Zane nodded, "I'm sure we can find someone who can help there." | |||
"I want it done before we reach Epsilon and I want no one other then | |||
the doctor to know what I look like." She paused, smirking, "I do | |||
hope your doctor is good at keeping a secret." | |||
"He is. Can we get to Krysa now." | |||
"Very well, lead on my dear Captain." | |||
****<br> | |||
Scene: Sickbay.<br> | |||
"What do you think?" Krysa asked Lt. Meleah. | |||
"I am not a doctor. I can not determine that at this time." | |||
Krysa sighed, "Well don't feel bad. Dr. Glin'kharr's been stumped as | |||
well." She turned at the sound of Sickbay door opening again. Her | |||
eyes grew wide as she stared at Commander Zane walking in with .. | |||
herself. She'd been told about the woman who bore her face, but she'd | |||
never seen her and it was uncanny. | |||
"Hello, Krysa, guess it's about time we met, isn't it." Krysa frowned | |||
at the woman, who simply shrugged it off with a wry grin. "Don't | |||
worry, I'm here to help." | |||
Dr. Glin'kharr approached, "What's going on?" | |||
"She says she can help Lt. Jenn." | |||
Glin'kharr reached for his tricorder, but Dee held out her hand, | |||
"Don't doctor. I'll tell you all I can, so there's no need. But | |||
first, Krysa and I have a little business. So Captain, why don't you | |||
take all of you officers out of here and explain to your doctor, our | |||
little deal and I'll have Krysa all better in no time." | |||
"I'm not going anywhere." Protested Glin'kharr. | |||
Dee glared at him, "Now listen to me, you can't help her .. Can you? | |||
You don't have a clue what's going on here. I do and I can. Now get | |||
out and let me do it." | |||
"I will not allow.." Glin'kharr began growling at the woman. | |||
Zane put his hand on the wolf's arm, "We aren't leaving." | |||
Dee frowned, "Very well, Captain. You and the doctor may stay, but I | |||
want everyone else out." | |||
"But .. sir!" Glin'kharr started to protest again, but saw Zane nod | |||
to the woman. The doctor called his people together and sent them out | |||
of Sickbay. | |||
Zane turned to Meleah, "We need to locate Cmdr. Maril again. Why | |||
don't you see if you can help with that." The android nodded and | |||
headed toward the bridge. | |||
Zane looked back at Dee. She dramatically threw him a kiss, and | |||
winked. He frowned, "Just remember our deal .. nothing funny." | |||
Krysa turned to look at her double, "What did you do to me?" | |||
Dee laughed, "I didn't do anything to you. But I know those who did | |||
and I know what they did." | |||
"Who are you? And how is it that you have my face." | |||
"You can call me Dee, for that's the name I'm using today. As for | |||
your face .. I was hired to wear it. The original plan was to take | |||
you out and replace you with me." | |||
"At the ring." | |||
Dee nodded, "Unfortunately, your counselor realized I wasn't you | |||
early on and that plan was ruined. So they came up with an alternate | |||
plan. To link your mind to mine, so that I would know everything that | |||
you did, no matter how far apart we were. It worked for a time." She | |||
smirked noticing Krysa look of distaste, "How do you think Gray fleet | |||
was so precise in their timing. | |||
"Bur unfortunately, unknown to us, you aren't a very good telepath." | |||
She chuckled, while Krysa grimaced. This woman definitely knew | |||
Krysa's mind. She knew exactly where to throw her jabs. "That's why | |||
all the headaches. If you weren't a handicapped telepath, you never | |||
would have know I was watching through your eyes, and your thoughts." | |||
"What about all the drugs?" | |||
"We did use Kzinti mind drugs to help facilitate the process, that's | |||
probably why it worked so well at first, despite your obvious flaws. | |||
Course we did have try them out on a test subject first. I am sorry, | |||
Doctor. Didn't know you were allergic." She grinned, but Krysa just | |||
frowned at her. Glin'kharr growled, as Dee quipped, "You Starfleet | |||
are all alike, no sense of humor." | |||
"You think it's funny, playing with people's lives like this!" Krysa | |||
retorted. | |||
"It pays the bills." Dee said quickly. "Besides, I'm here to help. In | |||
return I get safe passage and a new face." | |||
"So how do you break this link." | |||
"That's the easy part, my dear. Give me your hand." Krysa held out | |||
her right hand to the woman, and Dee smirked, "The other one, Krysa. | |||
The one with the ring." | |||
Hesitantly Krysa held out her hand to the woman, glancing briefly at | |||
the ring she still wore. The one she had received from Kavan on the | |||
day of their marriage. | |||
Dee promptly grabbed the ring, pulling it off, "Hey!" Krysa | |||
protested. | |||
She handed the ring to the Doctor. "If you study this, you'll see | |||
it's been fused with an imprint of a combination of our brain | |||
patterns. It's been made into a type of transmitter/receiver of | |||
telepathic energies. As long as it's in contact with her skin, I can | |||
read her." | |||
"That's it!" Krysa said incredulously. "My ring!" | |||
Dee shrugged, "Simple isn't it. Oh, they were worried when I told | |||
them your husband was dead. They figured you'd take it off. But I | |||
knew better and I was right. Poor guilty little Krysa, who got | |||
married to please Daddy." | |||
Krysa glared at the woman. She turned to Zane, "You aren't just going | |||
to let her go after all she's done are you?" | |||
Zane nodded, "We made a deal." | |||
Dee chuckled, "That's right and I've kept my part. Now I want to talk | |||
to your doctor about my new face." | |||
Regards,<br> | |||
Lt. Krysa Jenn<br> | |||
****<br> | |||
NRPG: okay so it's not the most plausible explanation :} Deal with it!! :} :} :} | |||
Kristen<br> | |||
--<br> | |||
Kristen & Scott Gant<br> | |||
http://homepage/interaccess.com/~sgant/scott.htm<br> |
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