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USS FEYNMAN: Searching
by Melanie Pocknall 9-1-1996
SD: 80901
MD: 7.1340 (possibly)
SCENE: Feynman Bridge
Meleah stepped out of the turbolift and saw Tarrant working at the engineering station. She assumed that he was trying to find Maril but the thing that puzzled Meleah was that what ship Maril was in. No-one had gotten around to informing her about the various things that had been happening while she was on the surface. Rather than bother Tarrant, who she presumed had only just been informed himself, she went over to Chief T'Kal who was running scans through the computer. Being half Vulcan, she knew that he would give a precise account of what had happened in a shorter time than most of the officers on board.
A couple of minutes later, being more informed than she had been when she had come onto the bridge, she was able to take her place at the second science station and scan for the cloaked BoP. Not an easy job under normal circumstances, it was even harder because of all the interference. Considering how long ago the Bat'leth was sent to look for them, coming back may take a long time. Either that, or they had run into trouble.
Just then, a piece of debris floated past the viewscreen. Straight away, Meleah focused scanners on it, just as Tarrant ordered the tactical officer to do so. After a couple of minutes, Meleah was able to make a judgement. "The debris appears to be from a small vessel, possibly a runabout. It is hard to tell but there is radiation emanating from it which may have been caused by disrupters. The disrupters were...." She paused to look at her readings. "Of Klingon origin."
"So we know that Cmdr Maril was down there somewhere. But where is he now?"
"That is impossible to calculate, Lt, especially as...." Meleah's voice trailed off as she realized what he meant. "Oh. It was a rhetorical question. In that case, I will attempt to find out."
Tarrant shook his head slightly, and turned back to his work.
Half an hour went by in relative silence. No trace of the BoP was found. Even if Maril hadn't engaged the cloak, it would still be difficult to sense the ship before it showed on the viewscreen. Then, almost as if Meleah had willed it, the Bat'leth decloaked.
"Incoming message from the Bird of Prey," announced PO Williams.
"On screen," said Tarrant, coming down to stand in front of the screen.
Maril's face appeared. "It seems that Lenart has come to the mountain after all."
Off-screen, Meleah face showed a puzzled expression until she figured out what he meant. Tamarian metaphors were harder to understand than human speech.
NRPG:
Well, it's a strange ending but at least we've found the BoP. Shall we get going?
BTW, I apologize for mucking up the mission dates. Sometimes they can be very hard to keep track of <G>.
Sincerely yours,
Lt. Meleah, CSciO, USS FEYNMAN.
Melanie.
USS FEYNMAN: Homeward Bound
by Andrew Catterick 9-1-1996
SD: 80901.1600
MD: 7.1500
Scene: Turbolift
Zane stood quietly in the 'lift pondering all that had happened in the past few hours, the arrival of Dee, the revelations she had confronted him with, the possibilities that could have been.... He had made the right decision, he knew that. But why did he feel the fool?
Krysa was coming along fine. He had stayed in sickbay as Glin'kharr had examined the ring and discovered its workings. In esscence it was really just a simple device and the doctor quickly developed a regime of mental training and pharmacuticals that Krysa could take so she would not be susceptible to any further 'attacks' no matter what Dee had promised. Zane was quite embarrassed with the solution Dee had provided. It seemed so obvious now that he cursed himself for making the deal so quickly. But he couldn't risk his second officer and needed her on the bridge. And, he reluctantly told himself, he couldn't allow his innermost thoughts to be relieved. He would have to keep Dee and Krysa apart until she was released on EPSILON. Krysa could never know.
"Report." He ordered as he entered the bridge. Lt. Koreth looked up from the engineering station and turned to face the captain.
"We are proceeding to the edge of the sack at 1/2 impulse eta 18:00. TYPHOON and the Bat'leth are in formation. The link to the Husnock ship has given us no problems. It is 1000m aft and under its own power."
Zane nodded. "Good. How are a the logs?"
Tarrant almost smiled, a sure sign of his excitement. "We continue to download but are quickly running out of space. The information I have examined so far is....fascinating. Captain we can't let this ship be taken by the GREY's. The information is too valuable."
"We'll do our best."
"Yes sir." The CEO replied.
"Signal TYPHOON and Bat'leth and let the officers on board FEYNMAN know that we'll have a brief meeting once we reach the perimeter. You have the bridge I'll be in my ready-room."
"Aye sir."
<<<NRPG>>>
Just a short one to keep the ball rolling. Feel free to start the meeting...Zane's idea is to have the TYPHOON pretend to still be in the hands of the GREY Fleet and exit the sack towing the FEYNMAN while the Bat'leth remains cloaked and the Husnock takes a 'wider' remote course to EPSILON. Obviously we won't be able to fool Tremaine for long but it might get us a good distance. Of course have your characters put forth their own suggestions as mine is not necessarily the one we'll use.
One problem....TYPHOON still has 200 odd prisoners aboard and we can't really just let them be killed so what do we do with them if it seems TYPHOON may be destroyed? FEYNMAN and Bat'leth can take some but not all.
Mike: Don't know how bad J.C. is so I didn't mention it either way...its up to you if your in sickbay for an extended visit or a quick fix.
Respectfully,
Andy
-Commander Zane, Commanding Officer, USS FEYNMAN
-Commodore Nigel Straun, Executive Officer, INDIGO FLEET
-Commander Horatio Sinclair, Fleet Intelligence Officer, BLUE FLEET
USS FEYNMAN: Three-Way Calling
by Jason Bostjancic 9-2-1996
SD: 80902
MD: 7:1753
Tarrant had been pouring over the Husnock logs as they came in. A majority of the information was that of star charts, but every once in a while some engineering marvel would come across and would send the CEO's mind whirling.
He already had some new ideas for upgrading the Feynman's power supply. Of course it would have to be passed by Starfleet command but it couldn't hurt to 'experiment'.
"Sir... SIR!" The AOPS was looking at him
Tarrant turned around from his station from which he had been glued. They were approaching the perimeter.
"Scan through to the outside, are there any ships out there?"
"Scanning..."
Tarrant tapped his comm badge. "Tarrant to Zane... we are approaching the perimeter."
- NRPG*
We're here. Short I know, but gotta go quicker than I thought...
Respectfully,
Jason
Lieutenant Cmdr. Tirrin Vorak - OPS/2O - USS SERAPIS
Lieutenant Tarrant L. Koreth - CEO - USS FEYNMAN
"Quoth the Raven 'Nevermore'"
USS FEYNMAN: Recovery
by Michael "Mike" Dailey 9-2-1996
SD: 80902
MD: 7.1757
SCENE: SICKBAY
J.C. looked around the sterile and busy sickbay, feeling like he had just slept for a week, but felt a slight pain and warm sensation in his upper-right chest. He moved his hand over the small scar tissue, not yet removed by one of the Doctors. As he tried to set up, one of the duty nurses came over to him.
"Hold on there, Ensign. Lie back down. You're not going anywhere", he stopped J.C. and tried to lower him back down.
"Nurse, I'm fine. I don't need to be wasting space here in sickbay. Where's the CMO? Let me talk to Dr. Glin'Khar. He'll tell you I'm O.K."
Submitted,
Mike Dailey
Splatter2@qtm.net
Ensign J.C. Allard SEC-TAC - USS FEYNMAN - SILVER FLEET
Lieutenant D'doj Zzawj Ckorji, MD - CMO - USS CONSTITUTION - INDIGO FLEET
NRPG:
short but sweet. Just like this weekend! Cheers All!
Mike
USS FEYNMAN: Options
by Kristen Gant 9-2-1996
Stardate: 80902.2259
Scene: Sickbay
MD: 7.1500
Commander Zane had left Sickbay when Glin'kharr had sat down with Krysa to plan a way to keep this from happening again. "You're going to have to work on building up you mental defenses. I'm sure you had them before your accident, it shouldn't be that hard to rebuild them." He told her. "This is a drug which can help."
"Not more drugs.." Krysa moaned. "That's what got me into this."
"That's only part of it. Besides these aren't the same type of drugs."
Krysa's gaze moved to the carbon copy sitting in Glin'kharr's office. "What about her? Is she Betazoid, too?"
"I don't think so. Though I'm sure she's from some telepathic race."
"You're going to give her a new face?"
"That was part of the Captain's bargain to gain her secret."
"I'm glad." Krysa sighed, "I don't like the idea of someone else walking around looking like me."
Dr. Glin'kharr held out the ring in his hand to her. Krysa stared at it a moment, then shook her head. "No, I don't want it back."
"I assure you it's been neutralized. It will never work like that again."
Krysa tentative took it, looking at it briefly. "Thank you, Doctor. Is there anything else you need from me now."
Glin'kharr shook his head, "Not unless you get anymore headaches."
Krysa rolled her eyes. "I promise I will never try to cure a headache with a hot fudge sundae again."
She stood and headed out of Sickbay to prepare for the holo-conference. Having been stuck in Sickbay for so long, she had a lot to catch up on. Stopping at her quarters she gently set the ring in her jewelry box. She knew she wouldn't be able to wear it again, no matter whether it was neutralized or not.
Scene: Holodeck - Holo-conference
MD: 7.1800
Krysa spoke up, "Sir, it seems to me that there is no way to ensure that any of our ships will not be destroyed. We can only try to prevent it. I think our best bet would be to move all unessential personnel to the Husnock ship."
"We don't have full control of that ship, Lt." Zane pointed out.
Krysa nodded, "I know. But we know for a fact that the batlh'etlh, the TYPHOON and the FEYNMAN are most likely to meet the Grey fleet. If we release the Husnock ship sending it straight for EPSILON, while the rest of us distract the Grey fleet, there are other starships that can intercept the Husnock ship and take charge of it's passengers.
Regards,
Lt. Krysa Jenn
NRPG: Well, it's an option :}
Kristen
--
Kristen & Scott Gant
http://homepage/interaccess.com/~sgant/scott.htm
USS FEYNMAN: Starting the Meeting
by Max Felsher 9-2-1996
SD 80902.2200*
Maril sat in the middle of the Bird of Prey's bridge. It was a comfortable chair, for Klingon Captains liked to dominate their crews from a position of power.
At any rate, Maril sat there as the ship headed for the edge of the Coalsack along with the Feynman, the Typhoon, and the Husnock ship.
After fending off the pirate base's small attack fleet, the BoP had engaged in a search for the officers who had beamed onto the planetoid, as well as Lee, Allard, and his security officer. However, the damage done in the battle hampered the effort and Maril had finally decided to head back to space so that repairs could be made.
Luckily, all of the systems had been repaired, and the new aft phaser bank and the power conduits leading to it had been strengthened. Unfortunately, they had to shut down all power to the bank when cloaked, or there would be a detectable irregularity in the cloak.
They had finally located the Feynman, and all had started towards the edge quickly, ready to convene there at 1800 hours.
MD 7.1800
Dining Hall
Maril activated the holo-emitters which allowed him to see the rest of the senior crew as well as allowing them to see him.
Holographic projections appeared before his eyes slowly and rather out of focus. Obviously, the 'Sack was interfering with the signal.
"Very well. Now that all of us are connected, if badly, we need some ideas," Zane started.
"I was thinking, sir, that the balth 'etlh could head out, cloaked, to scout the area. It would give us something of an advantage. I'd also like to observe that the Bird of Prey is probably the most powerful of our ships, excluding the Husnock ship, and also the most expendable."
"That may be true. However, in this case, we can't let it look like they're the heroes. This needs to look as natural as possible and we can not fire first."
"Perhaps the Typhoon can pretend to still be affiliated with Grey Fleet. It may give us some added time," Jerran suggested. "I've made a self-destruct bomb which we can use if they try to retake it."
"What about the prisoners?" Lt. Jenn asked.
"We may have to move some or all of the prisoners to the Feynman and batlh 'etlh," Zane observed.
"I'd like to point out, Captain, that the batlh 'etlh is just as likely to be destroyed in the battle as the Typhoon."
"Any more suggestions?" Zane asked.
The sun has met the sea,
' Lt. Commander Onta Maril,
First Officer, USS Feynman,
aka Max Felsher
NRPG: Just starting the meeting. My ideas are basically that the BoP scout the area, cloaked, then report back. It would then just follow the other ships, still cloaked, unless the Grey Fleet attacks. Remember that we don't want it to look like the Grey Fleet is the hero.
By remarkable coincidence, the channel which reruns TNG is having a "marathon" of Klingon episodes, including "A Matter of Honor"(the one where Riker gets transferred to a Klingon ship). So, I had a chance to actually see the ship as I was writing this. :)
USS FEYNMAN: Starting the Meeting (Cont.)
by Joseph Baker 9-3-1996
SD: 80903.0120
MD: 7.1800
LT Jerran Terel sat in the chair behind the desk in his ready room. Just the thought of the phrase "his ready room" was somewhat intriguing to Jerran, even though one of his first command decisions as the TYPHOON's brevet prize Captain had resulted in the destruction of another Storm class cruiser with a crew of over five hundred. Even though it was an emotionally traumatic event, his Vulcan side had not allowed him to dwell on it too long, forcing him to get immedietely back into duty. But, his Bajoran side would make it so that he would never forget what happened.
It was now approaching the time for the holonet meeting CMDR Zane had ordered, so Jerran reached over and flipped the switch on the projector on his desk, causing the other senior officers to appear in the room. The connection was bad, so that the crew seemed to flicker like a bad reading on the viewscreen.
>"Very well. Now that all of us are connected, if badly, we need some
ideas," Zane started.
>
>"I was thinking, sir, that the balth 'etlh could head out, cloaked, to
>scout the area. It would give us something of an advantage. I'd also
>like to observe that the Bird of Prey is probably the most powerful of
>our ships, excluding the Husnock ship, and also the most expendable."
>
> "That may be true. However, in this case, we can't let it look
> like they're the heroes. This needs to look as natural as possible and
we can not fire first."
>
>"Perhaps the Typhoon can pretend to still be affiliated with Grey Fleet.
>It may give us some added time," Jerran suggested. "I've made a
>self-destruct bomb which we can use if they try to retake it."
>
>"What about the prisoners?" Lt. Jenn asked.
>
>"We may have to move some or all of the prisoners to the Feynman and
batlh 'etlh," Zane observed.
>
>"I'd like to point out, Captain, that the batlh 'etlh is just as likely
to be destroyed in the battle as the Typhoon."
>
>"Any more suggestions?" Zane asked.
"Captain," Jerran said. "As for the crewmen of the TYPHOON, I would suggest that those we cannot get to the FEYNMAN we place them in the TYPHOON's lifeboats before we leave the 'Sack and eject them just prior to blowing the TYPHOON's reactor." He then smiled, glancing quickly at the surrounding ready room saying, "Hopefully, though, it won't come to that. I'm sure ADM Nicholas would rather see the TYPHOON back at EPSILON in one piece, and I plan on doing everything I can to get her there that way."
Zane smiled slightly too and said, "As expected, Lieutenant. Any other suggestions?"
**************************************************************************** * jobaker@chuma.cas.usf.edu * jbaker@deans2.cas.usf.edu * **************************************************************************** * Joseph Baker * * University of South Florida * **************************************************************************** * Daisemi'in rhhaensuriuu * Of the Chief parts of the * * meillunsiateve * Ruling Passion only this * * rh'e Mnhei'sahe yie ahr'en: * Can be truly said: * * Mnahe afw'ein qiuu, * Hate has a reason for everything * * rh'e hweithnaef * But love is unreasonable * * mrht Heis'he ehl'ein qiuu * --Rihannsu Proverb * ****************************************************************************
USS FEYNMAN: Meeting Suggestions
by Jason Bostjancic 9-3-1996
SD: 80903
>Zane smiled slightly too and said, "As expected, Lieutenant. Any other suggestions?"
> "Sir," announced Tarrant from the back, "there is another option."
"Lieutenant?" asked Zane, doing a 180 turn in his chair.
"We can assume that the Grey Fleet dosen't know about the Husnock ship or else that would have become their top priority."
"True" admitted the Feynman's Captain. "A prize like that would put them in better with Starfleet than finding the pirate basses at the questionable loss of the Feynman."
"Right. If we emerge from the sack *within* the Husnock ship's shields then we'd be safe for an extended amount of time. The ship's geometry gives us space for the Feynman and Typhoon near the quarter-aft. Maril could continue outside of the shields cloaked. Should the need arise he would become a surprise they hadn't counted on."
"My guess is that Admiral Dawe must have some ships, granted out of sensor range, but ready to assist in capturing the Grey fleet. That *was* our main goal."
<NRPG>
I don't know how the Admiral thought he could sneak up on the Greys, but if the Klingon's were involved then cloaking would be the best key for that. *hint*
Respectfully,
Jason
Lieutenant Cmdr. Tirrin Vorak - OPS/2O - USS SERAPIS
Lieutenant Tarrant L. Koreth - CEO - USS FEYNMAN
"Quoth the Raven 'Nevermore'"
USS FEYNMAN: Catching
by Melanie Pocknall 9-3-1996
SD: 80903.0332
MD: 7.1700
Meleah's quarters
Walking down the corridor to her room, Meleah was considering how the news conference had gone. There were not too many awkward questions although it was difficult to answer some of them because she did not yet know all of the details.
As she entered her room, a youngish ensign walked out holding a small child by one hand. "Ah, we were just coming to find you," said Jazz.
Meleah mentally reviewed why Ens Aidonis was looking after Cadence. She remembered that Crysta was working her shift now, so someone else would have been needed to babysit. Although why the xenobiologist would look after Cadence, Meleah had no idea, especially as she had observed that Jazz was not entirely comfortable around children. Remembering that, she could see why the two were coming to look for her.
"Hi, Auntie Melly," Cadence spoke up for her position.
"Hello, Cadence," Meleah replied. Addressing Jazz, she said, "Thank-you for looking after Cadence."
Jazz grinned. They had had great fun together. "My pleasure." She left down the corridor, leaving Meleah and Cadence together.
"How would you like to go out for dinner tonight?" Meleah asked, thinking this may be a good time to try out the holodeck.
"Yeah!" Cadence's enthusiasm showed that she hadn't been affected by any of the experiences she had been through in her short life. As they walked together to deck 8, Cadence chattered all the way about what had happened over the past couple of days.
On arrival at holodeck 2, Meleah entered a program she had designed about Bajor, specifically so that she could teach Cadence more about her heritage. They entered the holodeck, and had a look around before settling at a nice restaurant to eat dinner.
Just before 1800, they left the holodeck, going to deck 11 where Jazz resided. Meleah dropped off Cadence, then went back up to the holo-conference.
NRPG:
Just a brief one that's more character development than anything. I haven't got any ideas to add. Any of the ones suggested sound good.
BTW, I hope Lee Anna got back alright. With the confusion over the times, Meleah sent her to look for Maril at around 0000 but then it was decided that Anna had woken up at around 1200. So did she get back?
Sincerely yours,
Lt. Meleah, CSciO, USS FEYNMAN.
Melanie.
USS FEYNMAN: Preparations
by Andrew Catterick 9-3-1996
SD: 80903.0900
MD: 7.1800
Scene: Observation Lounge
Zane leaned back in his chair and considered what his officers had said. One thing stuck in his mind, Lt. Koreth's assertion that the GREY Fleet had to be apprehended. As long as the FEYNMAN made in back to EPSILON with the information intact they had succeeded. The GREY Fleet, unable to point to any success and unable to defend themselves against the carefully documented charges of the FEYNMAN's officers would be finished. Still they would be free and Zane could think of numerous avenues a SOLAR and AGAMEMNON class vessel could pursue once free of even the semblance of Starfleet control. Even with their deficiencies, those ships would be privateers that could strike with impunity.
But to allow others to catch them? It was the logical course of action but Zane bristled at the idea. Tremaine was their problem and they must be the ones to capture him. It was a matter of honour. *Call my ship a tin can* he thought.
"Lieutenant, you probably know more about the Husnock ship than anyone else; is there an area on board that we can safely transport all our prisoners to? I want somewhere were they will be unable to engage in any mischief and can be kept secured by a minimal number of our personnel. It also needs to be relatively well defended from attack. We can't show up to EPSILON with a bunch of dead prisoners. And if the GREY's decide they can't take her they make destroy her. I know we couldn't scratch the surface but a dedicated attack by the ARGO could do some real damage."
Tarrant considered the problem for a few moments. "Yes, near the center of the ship is a rather large auditorium. The Husnock loved to be entertained and enjoyed virtually ship-wide attendance to regularly scheduled cultural events....the place is huge. It is basically an inverted zigguraut so the TYPHOON crew could be placed at floor level and security could keep an eye on them from above."
"Excellent. Ensign Allard have your security teams coordinate with the TYPHOON and transport all prisoners there."
"Aye sir."
"If the FEYNMAN remains inside the Husnock shielding do you forsee any problems firing our weapons?"
"No sir. We know the shield frequency so a few minor adjustments to the weapons is all that it is needed."
"Good. Ok here's what we'll do. The FEYNMAN will enter into the Husnock shielding in a position that will allow the larger vessel to block it from the view of the GREY Fleet. The Typhoon will position itself in front of the Husnock ship and make a show of towing it. This should trick Tremaine and Co into approaching much closer than he normally would. Once there as close as possible TYPHOON will slip into the protective shielding and we'll pound them. We target weapons, propulsion and shields we want to disable not destroy. In the meantime Maril and the Bat'leth pop in and out of cloak and keep them off balanced."
"To keep up the ruse as long as possible I'll have to communicate with Tremaine text only. If he doesn't seem Rimmer he'll know somethings up."
"Won't they just run once they discover they've been tricked?"
"I don't think so. This is there last chance and I don't think they have the discipline to retreat."
"Any other questions? Good, make any necessary preparations I want to exit the sack at MD:8.0000"
<<<NRPG>>>
Well that's the basics please add any refinements you feel our necessary...
Almost Home!
Respectfully,
Andy
-Commander Zane, Commanding Officer, USS FEYNMAN
-Commodore Nigel Straun, Executive Officer, INDIGO FLEET
-Commander Horatio Sinclair, Fleet Intelligence Officer, BLUE FLEET
USS FEYNMAN: Here We Go!
by Kristen Gant 9-6-1996
Stardate: 80906.1233
Scene: Guest quarters
MD: 7.1830
Dee was politely escorted to guest quarters after her chat with Dr. Glin'kharr about a new face. Though she could hardly call herself a guest being escorted by two security guards at all times. She knew Zane didn't trust her, but she didn't really care. It was time to move on, and she wasn't going to do anything to jeopardize her chances to do that. She wasn't stupid and knew when enough was enough.
Just as she'd known that Tremaine would be taken down by the FEYNMAN, she knew that she had to watch her step or she'd go with him. Now she had the perfect opportunity to move on, without leaving a trail.
"This will be where you'll stay until we reach Epsilon, ma'am," said the security guard.
She moved toward him, "Why don't you come in and keep me company, you shouldn't leave your 'guests' unattended, you know."
"Sorry ma'am, that isn't in our orders."
She sighed, "No I suppose it wouldn't be." She entered the room and allowed the door to close leaving the two security guards standing by her door.
Heading into the bath room, she carefully removed the long dark locks she'd been sporting, revealing an absolutely bald head, "Now that's better," she chuckled, as she scratched her head. The wigs always made her head itch.
She quickly undressed and crawled into bed, looking forward to a quiet nights sleep while under the protection of the FEYNMAN. She was sure that here, Tremaine would not be able to get to her.
Scene: Observation Lounge
MD: 7.1845
Krysa waited until everyone had left before approaching the Captain. "Sir, I'm concerned over this bargain you seem to have made with that woman."
"I only did what needed to be done." He said quietly.
"I know," she answered, "But I don't trust her. How do you know she isn't going to try and sabotage us or something for Tremaine."
"We don't."
"Then how can you keep her here."
"I don't see that we have a choice. She came here with an offer to help you. And she did. Though if I'd known it was going to be that simple .." he looked at the woman, "Don't you get any feelings from her."
"Sure, but I'm not sure how much of that I can trust based on what she did to me." Krysa sighed, "She seems to be being honest in her desire to be free of Tremaine." Of course this fact did nothing to ease Krysa's concerns.
Scene: Bridge
MD: 8.0000
Krysa sat at Ops, glad to be back in her own comfortable spot. She wasn't sure Command would ever sit comfortably with her, though she'd never thought she'd be comfortable being anything other then a Ship's Counselor either. Life sure threw some curves.
"Sir," she reported, "we are in position within the Husnock ship's shields."
"Excellent," he said. "Maril, Jerran, FEYNMAN is in place. Let's proceed."
<Acknowledged,> came the replies from both Jerran and Maril.
NRPG: I didn't want to go to far as I'm not in command of either of
the other vessels. Thought you guys would rather have that honor :}
Kristen
--
Kristen & Scott Gant
http://homepage/interaccess.com/~sgant/scott.htm
USS FEYNMAN: Standing By
by Max Felsher 9-6-1996
SD: 80906 What had happened? Since the batlh 'etlh would probably be cloaking and decloaking frequently, a device which allowed them to power up and power down the aft phaser bank quickly had been installed. This would greatly increase its efficency if and when they entered the battle. The disrupters had also been strengthened. "Sir, the signal has been sent," the officer at Tactical reported.
"Acknowledged. Engage the cloak and leave the 'Sack."
"Aye, sir."
The Tactical officer again piped up. "There is a Solar-class ship, presumably the Phoenix, approximately 17 kilometers to our port, and an Agammemnon-class vessel, probably the Argonaut, about 250 km away."
"Very well," Maril said thoughtfully. "Place ourselves between the Argonaut and the Phoenix, but closer to the Phoenix. Keep me appraised of the situation."
The sun has met thesea,
Lt. Commander Onta Maril,
First Officer, USS Feynman,
aka Max Felsher
NRPG:
I know it's short, but I just wanted to establish the BoP there.
Well, I'm not sure what's going to happen over near the Phoenix, so I didn't write anything much happening over
there. :|
The suspense is building! ;)
USS FEYNMAN: You're Not Getting Any Golden Fleece
by Max Felsher 9-8-1996
SD: 80908
The batlh 'etlh, like the Bird of Prey herself. The silence was broken quickly. "Sir, the Typhoon is exiting the Coalsack. Also, the Argonaut is moving towards the Phoenix," the Tactical officer reported.
"Very well. Helm, set an intercept course for the Argonaut that keeps the Argonaut as far away from the Phoenix as possible. Inform me when we are within 3 kilometers of the Argonaut."
"Aye, sir. Course plotted and laid in, sir."
"Engage."
For the next few minutes, all on the ship were quiet. They could feel the confrontation coming.
"Three kilometers away, sir."
Maril nodded, and quickly ordered, "Keep up with the Argonaut, Helm. Tactical, disengage the cloak and get the shields up before the Aravian snake strikes."
"Aye, sir. Cloak has been disengaged, raising shields. The Argonaut has stopped and locked their weapons on us."
Maril turned his head to look at the tactical officer. "Have they hailed us?"
"No, sir. They seem to be just waiting for us to make a move."
Maril turned back to face the viewscreen. "Well, then ,we'll send the messenger. Hail them."
After a few seconds, the bridge of a Federation starship appeared on the screen. The Captain of the ship sharply cried, "This is the USS Argonaut. What business do you have here?"
Maril replied coolly, "I am Lieutenant Commander Onta Maril, commanding the Federation Bird of Prey batlh 'etlh. We will not fire on you if you stay here, but I can not allow you to join the Phoenix."
The Captain muttered something incomprehensible before the screen went black again. "They're firing photon torpedoes, sir."
"Brace for impact," Maril yelled as the ship shook.
"Arm disrupters and fire."
The sun has met the sea,
Lt. Commander Onta Maril,
First Officer, USS Feynman,
aka Max Felsher
USS FEYNMAN: On the Other Side
by Andrew Catterick 9-9-1996
SD: 80906.0930
MD: 8.0000
Scene: Bridge, USS PHOENIX
Tremaine sat slumped in his chair in a foul mood. This mission had been one big disaster after another. First the FEYNMAN had escaped from what seemed like a sure trap, then the defections of the TYPHOON and THUNDER, the betrayal of Dee and now sitting here staring at the sack while the FEYNMAN was probably half way to EPSILON and laughing at them.
He watched as the bridge crew around him did their best to imitate statues in hopes of not attracting his attention. He had already completely lost his temper twice on two junior officers who had made simple mistakes and no one wanted a repeat performance.
"Sir!" The CSO called out. "Something is coming out of the sack."
All eyes turned to the viewscreen in time to see TYPHOON emerge, a tractor beam still extending into the nebula.
"My God Rimmer I didn't think you had it in you." Tremaine whispered to himself before gasping in surprise as the towed vessel emerged revealing itself to be not a Federation destroyer but a Husnock battlecruiser. "Hail the TYPHOON." Tremaine demanded as he almost leaped from his chair with surprise. Already his mind was racing through the possibilities of rewards he would receive when showing up with this treasure trove of information.
"TYPHOON is not responding sir. Sensor scans show moderate damage. Communications may be out." The CSO explained.
Tremaine frowned, with the way the operation had gone so far he was not about to take any chances. "Contact the ARGONAUT and have them close."
"Sir! We're receiving a communication from the TYPHOON. Text only."
<<<NRPG>>>
Just a short one!
Respectfully,
Andy
-Commander Zane, Commanding Officer, USS FEYNMAN
-Commodore Nigel Straun, Executive Officer, INDIGO FLEET
-Commander Horatio Sinclair, Fleet Intelligence Officer, BLUE FLEET
USS FEYNMAN: On the Other Side (Cont.)
by Andrew Catterick 9-9-1996
SD: 80909.0900
MD: 8.0015
Scene: Bridge, USS PHOENIX
> "Sir! We're receiving a communication from the TYPHOON. Text only."
>
"What does it say?" Tremaine asked impatiently.
The CSO quickly scanned the lengthy message. "They infiltrated a pirate base 45 light minutes inside the sack and retrieved as much information as they could find. On return they located the FEYNMAN towing this vessel and ordered them to surrender it to them. The FEYNMAN refused and" There was a pause. "They destroyed her. Unable to penetrate the Husnock vessels shields. They request PHOENIX to come along side and aid in the towing. End message."
"Scan the TYPHOON. Are they as damaged as they say?"
"Structural integrity at 72%, moderate damage in engineering, 30% of tractor emitters overloaded, communications out."
Tremaine stared at the screen. He sensed somthing was wrong but he couldn't put his finger on it. "Scan those phasers scars on the hull. Who fired them?"
"Phaser burns are from Starfleet Type ten phaser. Energy pattern denotes smaller vessel, most likely a destroyer."
"Whats ARGO's eta?"
"Present speed, 10 minutes."
"Okay then we wait till she's here to cover us and then we move in and aid in the towing."
The executive officer leaned over to the captain. "Don't trust Rimmer?"
"I don't trust anyone."
Respectfully submitted,
Andy
-Commander Zane, Commanding Officer, USS FEYNMAN
-Commodore Nigel Straun, Executive Officer, INDIGO FLEET
-Commander Horatio Sinclair, Fleet Intelligence Officer, BLUE FLEET
USS FEYNMAN: A Man Can Die But Once
by Andrew Catterick 9-10-1996
SD: 80910.2300
MD: 7.0015
Scene: Bridge
Zane paced the bridge restlessly, painfully aware that he hid while his crew stood out in the open ready to take the first attack from two very powerful ships. Every part of him hoped that Tremaine would buy the ruse long enough to give them time to reach the outskirts of EPSILON's regular patrol vessels and perhaps sidestep the violence altogether. But he knew how unlikely that was and a part of him rejoiced in this realization. Tremaine would pay for the lives he had cost by standing idly by at the Ring when his ships medical facilities could have offered comfort.
"Captain the TYPHOON's tractor beam energy dispersal is rotating." The CSO announced excitedly.
"Is it the signal?" Before they had left the sack Zane and Jerran had developed a method to signal the FEYNMAN when the battle began. With the smaller ship hidden behind the bulk of the Husnock ship it was likely that communications may be disrupted for a few crucial seconds. The fluctuating tractor beam would, however, be noticed instantly and it wouldn't give away FEYNMAN's hiding spot as a normal transmission might.
"Yes sir."
"Go to red alert, sound battle stations. Helm lets get in there."
Silently the destroyer slipped away from its makeshift shield and slid along the underbelly of the Husnock battlecruiser.
<<<NRPG>>>
Sorry its so short but something has come up and I have to go out of town for a few days. I'll be leaving at 7amish tomorrow and be back Thursday evening (I hope). I didn't want to miss out at least posting for the battle.
Please leave something for me to come back to;).....and above all have fun. Start thinking about future missions.
Respectfully,
Andy-->Going to pack :(
-Commander Zane, Commanding Officer, USS FEYNMAN
-Commodore Nigel Straun, Executive Officer, INDIGO FLEET
-Commander Horatio Sinclair, Fleet Intelligence Officer, BLUE FLEET
USS FEYNMAN: The War of Dogs!
by Michael "Mike" Dailey 9-10-1996
SD: 80910.0125
MD: 8.0000
SCENE: Deck 9 [Sickbay]
J.C. emerged from the confines of Dr. Glin'Khars sickbay, full of energy. He was not at all tired, considering the variety of events this last week. J.C. smiled to himself, considering a Star Fleet recruiter explaining the past weeks events to a prospective Cadet. Walking along the corridors of deck nine, he passed some of the various labs and medical offices, finally reaching the lift. Once inside, he stopped for a moment. He wanted to check in with his department, but should probably report to the bridge first.
"Main bridge", J.C. mumbled to the computer, which launched the lift onward and upward, depositing the COS on the bridge...
On stepping out of the lift, J.C. took a quick survey of the bridge, seeing CPO2 Jerry Jonas at the TAC station.
"You're relieved, Mr. Jonas. I'll take the rest of your shift for you.". Jerry turned, with a look of surprise at seeing his immediate CO unexpectedly, and came to attention. J.C. held out his hand and Jerry stood at-ease, grinning at his commander.
"Welcome back, Sir. We thought, that is Mr. Matsumii said you and Mr. Tamarov would probably be out for another day or so." Jerry backed away from the console so J.C. could take his place.
"Our CMO was probably glad to get rid of me. I was starting to feel like a paperweight in there. As for Mr. Tamarov, I have to talk to the doctor tomorrow, I'm not sure yet." J.C. started to pull up the ship's logs of the last week, trying to put Alex's face out of his mind. He would go over the shift logs and the Security Dept. reports tomorrow.
"Well, it's good to have you back J..., um I mean Mr. Allard." Jerry blushed slightly, almost breaching protocol. It was hard to call someone Sir who was the same age as yourself. J.C. remembered some Academy nightmares in that area.
"Have a good night sleep, Mr. Jonas."
"Thanks. Sir." Jerry left for the turbo lift. Jerry could see he would quickly grow tired after reading the volumes of logs that transpired over the last week....
Submitted,
Mike Dailey
Splatter2@qtm.net
Ensign J.C. Allard SEC-TAC - USS FEYNMAN - SILVER FLEET
Lieutenant D'doj Zzawj Ckorji, MD - CMO - USS CONSTITUTION - INDIGO
******** * NRPG * ********
Hi everyone. Just a quick one after recovery. I wasn't sure who the duty officer was, so whoever had the conn, J.C. 'reported in' to you... <G>
Cheers all!
Mike
USS FEYNMAN: Joining the Fray
by Kristen Gant 9-10-1996
Stardate: 80910.1402
Scene: Bridge : USS FEYNMAN
MD: 8.0020
>"Go to red alert, sound battle stations. Helm lets get in there."
>Silently the destroyer slipped away from its makeshift shield and slid along the underbelly of the Husnock battlecrusier.
Krysa's sensors began going wild, "Sir, there is phaser and disruptor fire all over the place up there."
Suddenly the ship shook, "What was that?" Zane ordered.
"Type Xc phaser cannon hitting the Husnock shields, sir. They appear to still be holding."
"I guess their serious," murmured Krysa under her breath. She pulled up a few more scans, "Captain, the shielding nearest the TYHOON is thinning. Not sure how much more it will take. The PHOENIX is firing everything she's got. I'd say Tremaine is a little angry."
"Very likely, Lt." Zane grinned. "And he'll find that will be his undoing. Can you contact Lt. Jerran yet?"
"Yes sir, coming through now."
<Shields are buckling in the front!> Jerran shouted. <We just lost our phasers array.>
"How long will shields hold, Lt?"
<Maybe another hit, sir. Commander Maril is drawing some of the fire.>
"Sir, I've got confirmation on the PHOENIX and the ARGONAUT. Commander Maril is doing a good job keeping the batlh'etlh zipping in and out of sensors. I think their having a hard time locating the ship to actually hit him."
"Excellent." said Zane with a smile. "Lt. Koreth, prepare phasers. Let's pay a little call on Captain Tremaine."
Regards,
Lt. Krysa Jenn
NRPG: Well, I'm no good at writing battles so this will have to suffice :}
Kristen
-
Kristen & Scott Gant
http://homepage/interaccess.com/~sgant/scott.htm
USS FEYNMAN: Joining the Fray (Cont.)
by Jason Bostjancic 9-12-1996
SD: 80912
MD: 8.0020
Scene: Bridge : USS FEYNMAN
>"Excellent." said Zane with a smile. "Lt. Koreth, prepare phasers. Let's
>pay a little call on Captain Tremaine."
The Feynman slipped through the Husnock's shields, and out of her hiding spot.
"Give me the Pheonix on screen." Announced Zane spinning in his chair.
The viewscreen flashed to a view of Tremain's Ship. A phaser blast from it seemed to just miss the Typhoon. Jerran was pushing his ship to the limits of it's navigational abilities to stay out of the path of the phaser cannon.
"Sir, Phasers and Torpedoes locked and ready." Announced Tarrant.
The Feynman sped towards the Pheonix, approaching from below. Although now aware of the Feynman, the warship was too slow to outmanuver the smaller attacker.
"Mr. Koreth, target that cannon. Torpedoes and phasers... NOW!" Zane's voice trembled with a combination of revenge, hatred, satisfaction, and many other emotions rarely evident in the Captain.
Through the silence of space a volly of 6 torpedos, close packed cluster headed towards the cannon mounted into the Phoenix. Four hit directly, and as they did a phaser blast opened through the already weakened shields. The blast opened up the weapon, which had been apparently ready to fire. A chain reaction of explosion followed the cannon to it's end.
"Direct hit! The phaser cannon is disabled." Announced Tarrant, already working on the next volly.
Suddenly a phaser blast from the Pheonix rocked the Feynman. Although not as powerful as the cannon, the phaser array seemed to be functioning adequately.
"Shield's 92%.. they are holding."
"She's without her bite, but still has claws." said Zane, "Take us to bearing 186 mark 5. Take us between the Typhoon and the Pheonix. Mr. Koreth prepare another volly... target their warp engines."
"Sir, three new ships on long range... coming from Epsilon."
"Time"
"ETA... 2 minutes."
Zane's face had hardened to stone. "We'll finish this...now..."
<NRPG>
I guess I can't have all the fun
Respectfully,
Jason
Lieutenant Cmdr. Tirrin Vorak - OPS/2O - USS SERAPIS
Lieutenant Tarrant L. Koreth - CEO - USS FEYNMAN
"Quoth the Raven 'Nevermore'"
USS FEYNMAN: Victory and Mutiny
by Max Felsher 9-13-1996
SD: 80913
Maril ordered as the battle raged fiercely.
Direct hit to their starboard nacelle!" the tactical officer shouted.
"We want to take out their weapons, not their engines," Maril said, restraining his annoyance. "Recloak."
"Aye, sir. The Argonaut is trying to outmaneuver us," Tactical smirked.
"They're going under us, sir," the helm officer reported.
"Very well. Helm, bring us to heading 150, mark 330."
"Aye, sir."
Maril sighed. It was hard to hold a ship together during a battle. Quickly turning his attention back to the battle, he ordered, "Heading 090, mark 12."
"Aye, sir."
"Decloak in 5 seconds. Mark."
After five seconds, the tactical office reported, "Decloaking now."
"Fire disrupters," Maril said without hesitation.
"Their forward shields are down to 44%, sir."
"Engage the cloak. Helm, heading 190, mark 42."
"Aye, sir. They are continuing on their course towards the main battle."
"Disengage the cloak now and fire disrupters."
"Sir, they have weapons locked on us! They're firing phasers and a spread of photon torpedoes!"
"How is that-" Maril shouted before he flew out of his chair. Sparks flew from all of the consoles and the navigational console exploded.
Maril slowly pushed himself up from the rubble. "Engage the cloak," he said weakly. "Heading 305, mark 0."
"Cloak is engaged," said the char-faced tactical officer. "Having trouble initiating helm control." As he said this, he looked over at the helm officer, who was lying on the ground with burns all over his body. Maril checked his pulse; he felt nothing.
"I don't know how they had their weapons locked on us so quickly, sir."
"That's not the main priority right now. We have to disable the Argonaut. If I remember correctly, she was never comissioned because of faulty Bussard ramscoops."
"But how could we use that to our advantage?"
"I'm not sure. All the ramscoops do is collect hydrogen for the warp engines to power the ship if she heads into the forests of Redask. But maybe if we can initiate their Bussard ramscoops and then deposit chemicals which will react dangerously with each other-"
"The ramscoops will compress the chemicals together, and since the CCF won't operate, it will result in an explosion right near the Argonaut!"
Maril quickly sat down in the Captain's chair. "Do we have any chemicals we can combine?"
"Yes, but only about 35,000 grams total."
"Vent it. Initiate a subspace pulse at the resonance frequency of cobalt-lanthanide-boronite. That should engage the Bussard ramscoops."
MD 8.0025
USS Argonaut
"Where is it?" the Captain of the Argonaut shouted. After the Bird of Prey had cloaked they hadn't been able to find it, and he was getting nervous.
"Sir!" the Ops officer cried. "Some chemicals have been vented by the Bird of Prey. The sensor array is analyzing the composition. They are-"
"Our Bussard ramscoops have been activated, sir!" the engineering officer on the Bridge reported. "They're drawing in the chemicals!"
"The sensors have just finished the analysis. They are two very volatile chemicals which will reeact in seven seconds...six...five..."
"Shields up!"
"They're already up!"
"Three...two...one...reaction!"
The Bridge shook violently and sparks flew, although everything remained intact.
"Shields and warp engines, as well as weapons are offline, sir," the Ops officer reported.
"The Bird of Prey is hailing us, sir," the Tactical officer said with some despair.
"Put 'em on screen."
A male Tamarian on the Bridge of a Bird of Prey appeared on the viewscreen.
[This is Lieutenant Commander Maril. I demand your immediate and total surrender. You will be escorted to Epsilon where you and your crew will be court-martialed. Do you agree to these terms?]
"Never!" the Captain shouted. "You'll never get my ship! I'll-"
The Captain stopped as the image was replaced by black. The XO of the ship stared the Captain right in the eye.
"Captain, I am relieving you of command. Please step down quietly."
"What do you think you're doing! Security-"
"Security, have the Captain escorted to the brig."
The security officers followed the FO's commands as that XO sat down in the central chair. "On screen."
Maril reappeared. "Commander Maril, I have relieved the former Captain of this ship. We accept your terms of surrender."
SCENE: Corridor outside Brig
The Captain stewed silently at his XO's mutinous decision. He was waiting for his chance.
It came. When one of the security officers looked away for a second, he launched an elbow into him, knocking the officer down. Then he grabbed the oher officer's phaser and fired it at its owner.
SCENE: Engineering
Beams of energy shot out as the former Captain of the Argonaut fired at several engineering officers.
"Alright, I'm in command now. Computer, reroute command of the ship to Engineering. Authorization Sendel arc 13 alpha."
<Command reorouted to Engineering.>
"Ha. Good thing these weapons weren't hurt too much. Computer, bring weapons back online."
The sun has met the sea,
Lt. Commander Onta Maril,
First Officer, USS Feynman,
aka Max Felsher
NRPG: I had some of this written before(everything until the Argonaut's CO got away from the security officer), but I modified it so that it fit Andy's post that the Argonaut attacked. And I had such a nice post, too. ;( <G>
USS FEYNMAN: The End...An Addition
by Jason Bostjancic 9-13-1996
SD: 80913
>"Probably Tremaine trying to escape. Mr. Koreth can you..." Zane was interrupted
>as the ship bucked around him. Once again he was thankful to have his chair.
>
>"Report!"
>
But Mr. Koreth wasn't even there to hear the interrupted order.
Seeing the dilema and the coming onslaught from the Argo, Tarrant
rushed to the nearest transporter room and beamed himself to engineering.
"Mr. Dunnon, has the computer finished compiling the Husnock data we received?" The CEO took his place behind the command station in Engineering.
"No Sir, the tabulations were stopped when we went to red alert."
Tarrant suspected as much. "Bring up what we have... "
The screen before him shifted from the IDS and Energy power level controls. The computer began spitting out information.
"Computer. Access all information regarding operation of the Husnock vessel."
<Cannot comply. Data retrevial is restricted during Red Alert>
"Computer... Override restriction, Koreth B4628 Alpha -Pi.... acess information regarding operation of the Husnock vessel."
<124 Separate references to operations regarding Husnock Vessel>
"Computer, Limit search to weapon systems... can we access them."
<Negative, insufficient data>
"Computer, cross reference all known weapon systems in database and attempt to fill in the unknown data needed to access the Husnock weapon systems from the Feynman."
<Working>
The ship shook. "Sir... " It was WO Dunnon, " The Argo has just fired a phaser. We're out of her range but won't be for long."
"Understood, " said Tarrant, intently watching the computer terminal as it tried to fill in the gaps. Time passed slowly.
<Completed. There is a 68% chance of successfully accessing the Husnock weapon systems using current data>
Tarrant crossed his fingers. It was something his mother did when she needed some 'extra luck'. "Computer, establish link to Husnock ship."
<Link established>
Scene: Bridge
>
> "Sensors show increased computer action aboard the Husnock
>vessel." Jenn announced.
>
> "The Grey Fleet prisoners?" Zane asked.
>
> "Unlikely sir. Sensors have all prisoners accounted for in the
>cargo area." Jenn replied.
Scene: Engineering
"Activate Husnock weapon systems... target the Argo and FIRE!"
Scene: Bridge
> "Captain! The Husnock's weapon systems have come on line. She's
>firing!" All watched helplessly as 4 volleys sprang out from the
>Husnock's forward batteries. The first two enveloped the ship
>deteriorating the shields. The third struck along the ventral-fore rim of
>the primary hull with enough force to send the huge ship reeling backward
>end over end. The final bolt struck the dorsal section of the secondary
>hull, the cripling blow.
>
> "Status." Zane ordered breaking the silence.
>
> "ARGONAUT is finished. All systems offline, lifepods are beginning
>to eject. The reinforcements are moving to retrieve survivors."
>
> "And the Hunsock ship?"
>
> "Has returned to normal power levels and continuing on preset
>course to EPSILON."
<NRPG>
Hope that didn't screw up your ideas Andy... but I had to come up with a reason for the ship starting up.
Besides, I needed to do some self serving good. <G>
Respectfully,
Jason
Lieutenant Cmdr. Tirrin Vorak - OPS/2O - USS SERAPIS
Lieutenant Tarrant L. Koreth - CEO - USS FEYNMAN
"Quoth the Raven 'Nevermore'"
USS FEYNMAN: News From Home
by Andrew Catterick 9-14-1996
SD: 80914.1900
MD: 9.1400
Scene: Ready-Room
Zane stared down at the computer on his desk in shocked silence. With the battle over and the FEYNMAN racing towards home he had sent his intial report to the Admiral and SILVER intel, almost instantly he had received a fleet update filling him in on the happenings of SILVER while the FEYNMAN had been in the 'sack and out of communication. The news had gone a long way in deflated much of the triumph he was feeling after another completed mission and the defeat of Tremaine. Finally he stirred, rising he heading for the replicator. "Coffee, Orange Brandy, hot."
Grabbing the steaming mug he returned to his desk and again sat in silence. The sweet aroma of the coffee slowly filling the room.
"Lt. Jenn will you report to my ready-room." He ordered over the comm. With Maril still aboard the Bat'leth, Jenn was acting executive officer.
[On my way.] With Krysa on the bridge she appeared soon after her reply. "You wanted to see me Captain?" She asked curiously instantly aware of her Captain's mood and the strange look on his face.
Zane simply spun the terminal around to face her. "Pull up a chair it'll take some time to go through this."
Her curiousity mounting she sat and leaned across the desk to read the screen. Zane spun in his chair, quietly drinking his coffee and staring out the window at the receeding starfield. After a few minutes Krsya broke the silence. "So SILVER is split into two task forces. Makes sense with the size of our fleet and all that has happened of late. I see you'll still be reporting to our gruff Admiral." She smirked playfully and for a moment Zane's face lightened but then returned to its stoney gaze. Jenn too quickly erased the smirk as she saw Zane was in no mood for light humour.
"It would seem so." he replied. "Read on."
Again the silence but this time it was broken more quickly as Krsya gasped. "On my....REGENT destroyed. How?...."
"Its all there but information is still...lacking. FALCON has responed."
"Any survivours?" She asked quietly. Of course the loss of any life was a blow especially fellow Starfleet officer's but Krysa, like many aboard had friends on the REGENT.
"Still sketchy but FALCON reports long-range sensors have picked up scattered lifesigns...probably some made it to lifepods. It will be a few hours before we know more."
"You knew Captain Fife didn't you?"
"Not really. I met him once. I had just reported to SILVER, actually we were still WHITE Fleet back then. My academy room mate was on the REGENT as the FCO. Fife had just pulled some strings and got him assigned as OPS/20 on HAWKING. We bumped into each other on EPSILON....talk about a charmed career...I hope it stayed with him."
"I'll let the crew know about REGENT..."
"Read on. Unfortunately there's more."
A few minutes later Krsya mirrored or earlier actions. "Oh my God, SERAPIS too?"
Zane nodded grimly. "Less is known about this one. Ships are enroute but long range scans show a large debris field and little else. Fleet is hopeful but...." his voice trailed off, unwilling to speak the obvious.
"Are the two related?"
"Unknown but Fleet thinks it unlikely. Almost opposite patrol areas and REGENT had been deployed to a known hostile area. SERAPIS? It seems it was a random attack but there is probably much more to it than that. It takes a hell of a lot of fire power to destroy a SOLAR and I'm sure this incident has got fleet in convulsions. We split into two task-forces and then the home fleet is cut down by a third...there are going to be some serious reprecussions."
The two officers sat in silence considering the situation before Jenn spoke. "I'll inform the crew sir." She stood.
"Thank-you lieutenant. How is our guest doing?" Zane asked cryptically.
Krysa frowned. "She's confined to her quarters and security hasn't heard a peep from her." A pause. "I'll be glad when were rid of her." She added with obvious distaste
Zane nodded. "Agreed." As Krysa departed he reached over to the terminal and spun it around to face him. With a few quick commands he forwarded the reports to Maril on the Bat'leth. Finished he sat back in silence once again.
<<<NRPG>>>
Just getting our characters caught up with what has been going on in SILVER while we were incommunicado.
Lets say we arrive at EPSILON on Monday.
Respectfully,
Andy
-Commander Zane, Commanding Officer, USS FEYNMAN
-Commodore Nigel Straun, Executive Officer, INDIGO FLEET
-Commander Horatio Sinclair, Fleet Intelligence Officer, BLUE FLEET
