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<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Going Native</h3>
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-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: Rearranging Things</h3>
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Rearranging Things</h3>
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Max Felsher 7-20-1996</h4>
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Max Felsher 8-20-1996</h4>
SD: 80820<br>
SD: 80820<br>


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Melanie.<br>
Melanie.<br>
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Back to the Planetoid</h3>
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Max Felsher 8-30-1996</h4>
SD: 80830<br>
Maril was contemplating the next move. They had been chased off the planetoid by a group
of tiny assault bees. Maril didn't like this; despite his being a science officer, there was something of the fighter in Maril--after all, it wasn't easy to learn a new kind of language and get through the Academy as the only Tamarian. And
many on the Feynman could testify to Maril's toughness. Besides the fact that Maril didn't like giving up so easily, there were four officers missing down there.
"Sir, we've located the Feynman," the officer at Tactical reported, jolting Maril from his thoughts.
"Set a course for it. Full impulse. Maril to Engineering."
[Engineering here.]
"I want you to see if you can set up a phaser bank which will cover our aft section. Not too powerful, but I want it to be quick. Understood?"
[Yes, sir.]
"Good. Maril out. Helm, ETA to Feynman?"
"About seven minutes, sir."
MD 7.0110
"We've arrived, sir. Seven hundred meters off the starboard bow."
"Disengage the cloaking device and hail them."
"They're responding, sir."
"On screen."
The view on the main screen jumped from empty space to the bridge of the Feynman. [Hello, Commander,] Commander Zane started. [Nice prize you got yourself.]
"Yes, it's a nice ship, sir. I have a map of the area and some logs from the pirate base which we can send over. One injured crewman as well."
[Very well. Beam the officer over and start the data transfer. What are your plans, Commander?]
"Plans, sir?" Maril paused for a second, confused. "Oh. Well, I intend to find the four missing officers as soon as a new phaser bank is installed."
[Why do you have to wait for a new phaser bank?]
"When we escaped from the pirate base, the pirates sent out a squadron of assault bees to pester us. We had to leave the atmosphere since they were too small to hit with the disrupters."
[I see. Alright, you go get our officers off the planetoid as soon as possible. Feynman out.]
MD 7.1020
Maril walked from station to station, examining each meticulously. It wasn't necessary, but Maril was bored and he had to do something.
[Engineering to Bridge. The phaser bank is installed. I wouldn't push it too hard, though.]
"Understood. Good job. Maril out." He paused for a second before sitting down and speaking again. "Helm, set a course for the planetoid. Full impulse. Tactical, disengage the cloak as soon as we hit the atmosphere."
MD 7.1030
"We're entering the planetoid's atmosphere, sir."
"You know what to do, Tactical."
"Yes, sir. Disengaging cloak. Squadron 2 kilometers to our port."
"Helm, set course, heading 043, mark 332, away from the squadron."
"Sir, it's not just assault bees anymore. They've got some larger ships now, slightly larger than runabouts."
Maril frowned at the news. "Helm, take us about, and then full stop. Tactical, arm disrupters."
"Disrupters armed and ready, sir."
"Do not throw your lightning until you know what you're hitting. In other words, wait for them to fire."
The officer at Tactical frowned. "But, sir, we have the advantage now."
"Carry out my orders."
Though Maril's voice was firm and calm, sweat was appearing on his forehead. Despite his long tenure as the Feynman's XO, he had rarely been put in a combat position without the Captain on the Bridge. Even then, it had always been on the Feynman. This was a new ship to Maril. Would it withstand the onslaught of the pirates?
The ship shook slightly. "Minor damage from one of the assault bees, sir."
"Lock disrupters on one of the large ships and fire when ready," Maril ordered, tensing up a bit.
The ship shook again, this time a little harder. "We destroyed the ship we fired at, but another of those large ships hit us."
"Use the disrupters on any large ships in range and use the phaser to knock out any of the assault bees you can."
"Aye, sir."
"Helm, take us, heading 082, mark 29, quarter impulse," Maril ordered.
"Three assault bees destroyed, sir! Only five more assault bees left."
"Again, heading 247, mark 321."
"Another large ship destroyed. There's only one of those left," the officer at Tactical reported crisply.
"Heading 097, mark-"
Before Maril could utter the last number, he was thrown from his chair, though luckily not into any large objects.
"Report!" Maril ordered sharply, though with less of an edge than he usually did.
"The remaining larger ship got in a good shot on us. It knocked out our transporters and our shield generators."
Reorganizing himself, Maril sat back down and ordered wearily, "Set a course so that we're facing the last larger ship. Continue to fire on the assault bees and on the large ship when we're in range."
"Aye, sir. Firing disrupters. Direct hit! It's not destroyed, but it looks like it will crash."
"How many assault bees are left?"
"Three, sir; they shouldn't be too much of a problem with our phaser beam pointed at them."
"Very well, start searching for our missing officers. If the assault bees try to stab us in the back, fire a few warning shots. If those don't work, you can destroy them."
The sun has met the sea,<br>
Lt. Commander Onta Maril,<br>
First Officer, USS Feynman,<br>
aka Max Felsher<br>
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Return From Innocence</h3>
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Jason Bostjancic 8-30-1996</h4>
SD: 80830<br>
MD: 7.1307<br>
As Meleah headed off to Sickbay with Allard, Tarrant rushed to
the bridge. A lot had happened and he needed to catch up...
When he entered the bridge though the CEO was surprised
to find no Zane and no Maril. In fact the bridge seemed to
be manned by all junior officers. Tarrant frowned.
Mr. Garret stood up upon Tarrant's entering. "Sir."
Once again the taste of command seemed sweet, but there
were more pressing matters. "Stand down Garret. You still
have the bridge, but I need the rundown."
"Sir? From when?" the look on his face said that there
was a few stories to tell.
As much as Tarrant would have
rather gone through the logs, he felt a tinge of urgency.
"From when I left with Lt. Meleah to disengage that tractor
beam."
Garret whistled, "Well....."
MD: 7.1320
The current situation all told, the partial Klingon felt as if he
had missed a lot.
There were many things which could be done that
Tarrant would have loved to dive into had they more
time and better circumstances.
The Husnock logs had just about filled up the Feynman's
single computer core. But by their readings, it only amounted to
about 38% of the Husnock's total data. Tarrant shuddered
to think of scuttling the vessel.
Likewise, Cmdr. Maril had found himself a Bird of Prey.
Tarrant had trained in many different classes of
the Klingon ship back in his days with the KDF. Besides
of which he could read Klingon. Both of which
could proove useful.
"Tarrant to Zane"
<Zane here. Welcome back Lieutenant.>
"Thank you Captain."
<What is it you need Mr. Koreth>
"Actually Sir, orders."
<NRPG>
I'll leave it to someone else to piece together our mish-mash of time
so that we have some since of togetherness.
Andy=> It's up to you. Fill in as required and give
your CEO something to do <G>
Respectfully,<br>
Jason<br>
Lieutenant Cmdr. Tirrin Vorak - OPS/2O - USS SERAPIS<br>
Lieutenant Tarrant L. Koreth - CEO - USS FEYNMAN<br>
"Quoth the Raven 'Nevermore'"
<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>
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Let's Make a Deal (Cont.)</h3>
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by
Andrew Catterick 8-30-1996</h4>
On Fri, 30 Aug 1996, Kris & Scott Gant wrote:<br>
> Stardate: 80830.1442<br>
> Scene: Flight deck<br>
> MD: 7.1230<br>
><br>
> Krysa's face pouted, "Very well, Captain. I will tell you how to help your<br>
> Krysa." A twisted smile formed. "But in return, I want a fully stocked and<br>
> ready go runabout. Along with escort out of 'sack and protection from the<br>
> PHOENIX. Once I'm on my way safely, I'll given you what you need to stop<br>
> dear Krysa's head from exploding."<br>
Zane laughed. "Oh is that all? Your sure you'd rather not just
take the FEYNMAN?"
"Well," She replied as she slid behind him and glanced over his
shoulder. "I'll take anything you have to offer."
Zane moved around the desk. "You don't honestly believe I'm going
to let you waltz out of here after all you've done."
"You are if you want to keep poor Krysa around. Remember Captain
I know *all* of your thoughts so I know its not just a question of saving
an officer."
Zane stared back at her wondering if she could indeed read his
thoughts or if she was merely bluffing. He grabbed her arm. "Let's go."
"Oooh." She purred. "Are we going somewhere a little more
private?"
"Don't flatter yourself. We're going to sickbay and your going to
help Krysa."
<<<NRPG>>>
Can Dee read minds or just Krysa's and what does Zane want to keep
private?
Respectfully,<br>
Andy-->Mischievious mood<br>
-Commander Zane, Commanding Officer, USS FEYNMAN<br>
-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: I Can Give You the World</h3>
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Kristen Gant 8-30-1996</h4>
> "Oooh." She purred. "Are we going somewhere a little more private?"<br>
> "Don't flatter yourself. We're going to sickbay and your going to<br>
> help Krysa."<br>
Stardate: 80830.2003<br>
Scene: Corridor<br>
MD: 7.1245<br>
"I don't think you want to do that."
"Oh, and what makes you think I care what you think?" asked Zane
still pulling her along.
"Well, alright but don't say I didn't warn you. I'm sure you'll be
sad when Krysa's gone, but even sadder when you realize it's your
fault."
He stopped, turning to look at her, still tightly grasping her arm,
"What are you talking about?"
"I already told, Captain. Unless I get what I want Krysa doesn't get
better." She smiled, "You see, whether you want to admit it or not I
hold the key to Krysa's sanity. You could have the best doctors in
the universe, and without my cooperation, they can't do anything for
her."
"Now why do I not believe you?" Zane said.
She smiled, "So you're the type of man who needs proof. I would have
thought better of you."
"You certainly can't blame me as I stand here looking at a woman with
a stolen face," he retorted.
"Oh," she feigned, "now that does hurt." His grip loosened enough for
her to shake his hand away. But she didn't run. "Okay so you and I
both know that this face doesn't belong to me. Nor does the voice, or
the hair. It was all done as a ruse. Granted a failed one, but that
can be blamed on the stupidity of those in charge. I did my part."
"What was your part? I have to admit I've been curious."
"Oh, no, Captain. That's all in the past. I'm only interested in the
future and where I would best be served." She sighed. "I'll give you
the proof you need, and then we'll talk seriously." She closed her
eyes briefly, as she visualized what Krysa was seeing and feeling.
"Go ahead, call Sickbay. See how she's doing."
Zane tapped his comm badge, "Zane to Sickbay, how's Krysa?"
<Not so good, right now. She was just hit with another severe
headache.> came Glin'kharr's voice, <I'm going to have to sedate her
in order to stop it.>
"Any idea what's causing it?"
<It's partially due to the drugs I talked to you about earlier .. but
we've been working on purging her system of the drugs. Still without
warning the headaches come on. I haven't figured out the reason yet.>
"Very well, do what you have to." Zane frowned at the woman in front
of him who stood looking very smug. She set her jaw to keep her own
pain from showing. After years of practice she was pretty good at it.
"Stop it, now. Leave her alone." He said.
She stopped, immediately feeling the pain beginning to go away. She
was glad that the error they had made was coming in handy. She looked
around the corridor briefly then turned her eyes back to Zane's. Her
voice dropped to barely a whisper, "I know your secret wish, and I
can make it come true." She moved closer to him. "I can make her into
anything you want. All it takes is the right thought planted in the
right place."
She reached out and lightly touched his face, "All you have do is
give me what I want, and it's all yours. Not a the fake .. but the
real thing."
Regards,<br>
Lt. Krysa Jenn<br>
****<br>
NRPG: Now Andy .. did you really think I could pass that up? I tried,
honest I did, but I just couldn't :}:}
Kristen<br>
--<br>
Kristen & Scott Gant<br>
http://homepage/interaccess.com/~sgant/scott.htm<br>
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: I Can Give You the World (Cont.)</h3>
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by
Andrew Catterick 8-30-1996</h4>
SD: 80830.1700<br>
Scene: Corridor<br>
MD: 7.1305<br>
><br>
> She stopped, immediately feeling the pain beginning to go away. She was glad<br>
> that the error they had made was coming in handy. She looked around the<br>
> corridor briefly then turned her eyes back to Zane's. Her voice dropped to<br>
> barely a whisper, "I know your secret wish, and I can make it come true."<br>
> She moved closer to him. "I can make her into anything you want. All it<br>
> takes is the right thought planted in the right place."<br>
><br>
> She reached out and lightly touched his face, "All you have do is give me<br>
> what I want, and it's all yours. Not a the fake .. but the real thing."<br>
Zane stood silently staring at the imposter not knowing what to
say. The decision he faced...but one thing was clear. "If you can read
my thoughts then you know I'd never agree to such...persuasion."
"But you want to." Dee replied firmly.
"I would never agree to it." He reaffrimed, stronger this time.
"You Starfleet are all alike, high moral fibre and all the usual
propaganda. Think of what your passing up."
Zane ignored the subject. "How can you help her."
"Its much easier to do than explain." She smiled.
"Not good enough. Try."
"Its going to have to be. I can't explain it I just do it. And
if I don't do it soon it won't matter. There'll be no saving her."
"You won't let that happen you'd be facing murder charges."
"Based on what? Your word!" She laughed. "Sure your a Starfleet
Captain but you still need real, physical proof and you don't have it and
can't possibly find it."
"I'm sure Dr. Glin'kharr would be able to find what powers you
have and...."
"And by then Krsya would be gone, victim to a very painful death.
Is a runabout worth it?"
It wasn't. "How do I know you'll fulfill your word?"
"You don't." She smiled smugly. "But what choice do you have?"
Zane frowned. *Very little choice.* He thought. *Alright you
win.*
"See, I knew you'd see it my way."
[Tarrant to Zane.]
"Zane here. Welcome back Lieutentant." At least that was one
problem out of the way. The junior officers had all performed incredibly
but Zane was greatly relieved to have some experience up on the bridge.
[Thank you Captain.]
"What is it you need Mr. Koreth?" He asked a little exasperated
due mostly to the smugly smiling Dee standing in front of him.
[Actually sir, orders.]
"Signal the TYPHOON we're heading home and they are to form up
with us. Set course for the edge of the 'sack 1/2 impulse. Ensign Garret
can explain our nav link to the Husnock ship. Have we heard from
Commander Maril lately?"
[No sir.]
"Well I'm sure he's lurking out there somewhere and he'll catch
up. I don't want to press our luck by staying here any longer. Zane
out."
"Now you were saying Captain...." Dee asked innocently.
"If you help Krysa I'll let you go but I can't let you take a
runabout or any other Starfleet vessel. But on EPSILON you can get
transport to anywhere in the galaxy."
"With what I'm offering you..."
"Lets be clear. What I'm asking for is for my operations officer
to be completley healed and for this never to happen again."
"But there is so much more you can have."
"Maybe, but not that way. It would be a lie. Do we have a deal?"
<<<NRPG>>>
Another cliff hanger.;)
Once we get to the edge of the sack we'll start the three way video
conference with all included so we can figure out the best way to get
everyone home past Tremaine and co.
Kristin: Back to you.
Respectfully,<br>
Andy<br>
-Commander Zane, Commanding Officer, USS FEYNMAN<br>
-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: 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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