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 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: Briefing. (Part II)</h3>
+<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by
+Andrew Catterick 9-30-1996</h4>
+SD: 80930.2200<br>
+MD: 1.1430<br>
+Scene: Roman Senate Chamber, Holodeck 3<br>
+With everyone having arrived as well as been given ample
+opportunity to raid the buffet it was time to start the meeting. A
+quick nod to Onta and the Tamarian took his seat thus signaling to the
+others the meeting was about to commence. Zane turned towards the
+bartender turned emporer and with a smile jerked a thumb towards the exit.
+Bat wearing an impish grin replied by way of a not so imperial salute and
+then had his minions carry him on his chair towards the arch.
+Sitting down at the meeting table Zane glanced down at the PADD in
+front of him. He had read its contents several times and was still unable
+to decide how best to inform his officers. Picking it up in his right
+hand he began to read:
+> <To: All Starship Commanders, Silver Fleet. From: StarFleet Command, Silver Fleet Operations.><br>
+><br>
+> The USS TESLA has been reported destroyed by a soliton wave while in orbit<br>
+> near the Coalsack region. rescue ships have been dispatched by both SILVER<br>
+> and RED. Initial reports put the casualties in excess of 80%. The Tesla<br>
+> was on a mercy mission and died upholding the highest ideals of the fleet.<br>
+Setting the PADD back down he waited for a few moments and then
+broke the silence. "That news is almost 24 hours old. The last report
+estimated the casulty rate as considerably higher."
+"Are we going after her sir?"
+"No lieutenant, FEYNMAN has her own mission. But in a way we've
+done our part. With the recent...'misfortunes', Task Force EPSILON is
+unable to spare any starships but a solution has been found. As some of
+you know," Zane nodded to Maril, Glin'kharr and Koreth, "a detachment of
+FEYNMAN crew has been temporarily transferred to EPSILON by the admiral.
+He has given them orders to take the Husnock ship and render assistance to
+the TESLA survivors. If we hadn't brought her back I don't know what they
+would have done."
+The assembled officers sat in silence. Not only was this the
+third SILVER ship destroyed in almost as many weeks it was another FEYNMAN
+class vessel, the second of the original four to be destroyed. This fact
+coupled with the experiences of their last two missions was all that was
+needed to show just how frail these ships really were.
+"Do you think those paper-pushers back at fleet might get it
+through their heads this time that these ships need an upgrade or two."
+One of the officers asked a little bitterly.
+The first officer diplomatically moved the subject along. "The
+loss of the TESLA cuts TFE in half." He let the implied question hang.
+Zane nodded. "For a few weeks at least. There is a STORM thats
+apparently earmarked for SILVER. I imagine it'll get an urgent stamp and
+sent out here quick. The good news is that REGENT's crew, command crew
+especially, had a much higher survival rate than initially thought. The
+STORM will probably be given to Fife and co and she'll certainly make a
+nice replacement for the DIOGENES CL." He shuddered involuntarily at the
+image of the class in his mind. It was a capable class of ship but the
+designers must have been really hungover the morning they lay down her
+hull. "That still leaves TFE down 40% and I imagine Admiral Nicholas
+won't rest until we're back up to full strength. How soon will we get
+replacements? Thats up to Admirals Lee and Crowell and of course the Red
+Tape Brigade. With all the recent cutbacks I wouldn't hold my breath
+though. Personally, I think at least one of the cruisers will get
+upgraded to a heavy and to be honest if things keep progressing the way
+they are out here I hope they give some serious thought to tossing a few
+upgrades our way as well. Of course if SFE has an ENDEAVOUR sitting
+around...." His voice trailed off as his thoughts briefly wandered
+Onta smiled at his friend's well known dreams for the future and a
+few chuckled. The captain sighed. It was time to move on. "Admiral
+Nicholas asked me to pass on his compliments to each of you and to your
+departments for our last mission. Not only did we surpass our objectives
+we managed to cripple if not totally dismantle the Grey's. One annoying
+point though was passed along to me this morning. SILVER intel has
+finished their inital debrief of the prisoners and they have confirmed
+that Captain Tremaine was indeed one of the occupants of the runabout that
+escaped into the sack during the battle. While his powerbase is certainly
+destroyed I must confess to a certain degree of frustration that he is
+most likely giving any and all information about Starfleet to those
+vermin. There will be a reckoning!" Several heads nodded in agreement.
+"Well then," Zane said standing with Commander Maril moving
+to join him. "its time we get on with things." He clapped his hands
+together quickly with a playful smile. Instantly the two large doors at
+the end of the room swung open and a procession of centurions in full
+battle armour entered the room to the beat of a drum. As the troop came
+to a halt Maril turned to face the group of Starfleet officers.
+"Lieutenant junior grade Glin'kharr. Ensign Allard. Front and CENTER!"
+He shouted out in his best drill sargent voice."
+Both officers quickly rose and came to attention in front of the
+honour guard. The captain of the guard strode over to Zane and presented
+a purple pillow. On top of the pillow were two small black boxes with the
+Starfleet insignia emblazoned on each. Zane picked up the closest one and
+opened it to reveal a hollow pip. "Ensign Justin Christopher Allard as of
+this date you are hereby promoted to the rank of lieutenant junior grade
+with all the rights and privelges therein." Zane pinned the pip on to
+Allard's toga and then stepped back and extended a hand. "Congratulations
+Lieutenant junior grade Allard."
+"Thank-you sir." The CSO beamed.
+Moving along the line Zane reached for the second box.
+"Lieutenant junior grade Glin'kharr as of this date you are hearby
+promoted to the rank of full lieutenant with all the rights and privelges
+therin." The doctor's hollow pip was removed and replaced with the new
+one. "Congratulations Lieutenant Glin'kharr."
+"Thank-you captian." Glin'kharr replied a little more relaxed but
+just as proudly as Allard.
+"Commander." Zane said turning to Maril. The first officer
+quickly congratulated each officer and then turned to face the honour
+guard. "Troop! PREsent ARMS!" As one, each centurion gave the imperial
+salute to the two newly promoted officers.
+"Thank-you commander." Zane said after a few seconds. He'd
+decided he'd best let the two sit down before Glin'kharr became too
+embarrassed and snarled at someone. "Dismiss the men."
+"Aye sir." Maril replied, "Troop! DisMISSED!" Instantly the
+honour guard spun on its heel and exited the way they had come in. The
+four officers returned to the meeting table and Zane gave the other
+officers some time to congratulate their comrades.
+A few minutes later the group had settled down and Zane waded into
+the heart of the briefing. "The admiral has given us priority orders and
+we lift at 16:00. Simply put we are to head out to the SERAPIS's final
+resting place at maximum warp and investigate her demise."
+"How much do we know of what happened?" Maril asked.
+"Very little." He pressed a button on the console in front of him
+and sections of the table in front of each officer slid away to reveal a
+monitor. The Federation emblem disappeared to be replaced by the calm and
+controled bridge of a SOLAR class cruiser. The scene played itself out
+shockingly fast. The SERAPIS was there and then it was not. "Besides
+this video we have the statements of the few that survived...unfortunately
+they really didn't have anything to add. The rescue ships were not
+equipped to do a full investigate so we're it."
+"Captain if a SOLAR couldn't stand up...."
+Zane cut in. "The admiral was very clear on this following point
+and I want to be just as clear. This is an investigation mission. We are
+going to try and find out who attacked and why and if possible where they
+came from. We are not going to take on that ship. The second we even get
+a sniff of her we're gone. SILVER can't afford to lose another ship
+and I have no intention of dying."
+It was clear most of the assembled officers were not thrilled with
+the idea of turning tail. Neither was there captain. But not he nor any
+of the others were foolish enough to even entertain the thought that they
+would stand a chance against that marauder. But if they could find it
+something eventually could be done.
+Allard looked up from his PADD. "Thats way out in the boonies
+sir. What was SERAPIS up to?"
+"Your right Mr. Allard. That section of space is a good ways past
+the Federation border in this section and up until a few months ago we new
+absolutly nothing about this region of space. Not that we now know very
+much more. SERAPIS had been sent out to follow up on a rather strange
+first contact."
+A press of a button and each screen presented the emotionless face
+of a human male in his mid twenties. It was clear he was human but on
+closer inspection one might have his doubts. It was hard to pinpoint
+exactly what was different but something, whether in the eyes or the way
+he held himself announced his 'uniqueness.'
+"He wasn't raised by humans." Glin'kharr said.
+"This is Martin Ross," Zane continued, "23 years ago, when he was
+years old he was on a transport ship with his family heading toward the
+Steele VI colony. The ship hit some sort of subspace anamoly and was
+thrown thousands of parsecs and wound up in the middle of this sector of
+space. Not surprisingly it was a rough transit and only a few survived.
+Six months ago. Mr. Ross arrived at EPSILON aboard an alien ship. He
+presented himself to Admiral Nicholas as an emissary of the race that
+found him and nursed him back to health. This race, the Issahi, homeworld
+Issah, have decided to make contact with us and expressed an interest in
+possible diplomatic relations."
+"Possible?" Maril asked.
+"To be honest, from what the admiral told me, it was a very
+strange visit. Ross showed up out of the blue presented the admiral with
+a pure dilithium sword," Several eyebrows around the table rose, "told
+him he represented a race of suarian's known as the Issahi and that they
+were interested in learning about the Federation. Then before he
+really gave any satisfactory answers to a number of questions he left.
+The end."
+"Could these Issahi be responsible for the SERAPIS?" Allard
+asked.
+"Unknown." Zane replied. "But being that it happened near their
+border isn't exactly evidence against."
+"Or evidence for." Jenn added. "Do we know anything else about
+this area of space? Do the Issahi have any neighbours?"
+Zane raised his hands and shrugged. "On just about every question
+we draw a blank. Thats why SERAPIS was sent out there. To get some
+answers and to see if we had new friends. It seems we may not."
+"Are we taking up her mission?"
+"Yes and No. Our primary concern is a complete forensic
+investiagation into the SERAPIS' destruction. The results will dictate
+where we go from there. But yes, barring any unforseen consequences or
+clearly damning evidence it is likely that we will pickup where SERAPIS
+left off."
+"A dilithium sword." Ensign Lee said. "Thats a very powerful
+symbol."
+"I agree." Koreth replied. "It may not bode well."
+"Perhaps, but the fact that they presented it to the admiral may
+be a good sign. Many races in their infantcy often presented weapons to
+other nations as a show of good faith. This may be the equivelent."
+Meleah replied
+Koreth didn't seem convinced. From here a lively discussion
+ensued.
+<<<NRPG>>>
+The Issahi are *not* responsible for the SERAPIS' destruction. But of
+course we don't know that....they may or may not know who is.
+Ok thats the gist of it...you know the drill, departmental
+reports...comments and questions on the mission etc.
+The Communique that Zane read was 'lifted' from a post written by Mike
+Dawe.
+A more detailed NRPG to follow
+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>

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