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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: The Beginning</h3>
+<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by
+Andrew Catterick 9-28-1996</h4>
+SD: 80927.2359<br>
+Scene: Bridge<br>
+Exiting the turbolift Zane strode across the bridge. The OD,
+noticing the Captain quickly stood. "Captain on the bridge!"
+"As you were." Zane replied successfully keeping a straight face.
+First time ODs were always good for his ego. The Captain was not one to
+overdo some of the military traditions such as this one but it was nice,
+once and awhile. "Report."
+"Sir. We are currently secure in spacedock, all
+systems online, all systems green."
+"Crew status?" Zane asked glancing over the PADD the young Ensign
+had handed him.
+"We are at standby 24. 93% of FEYNMAN's complement are on the
+ship. Shall I recall the rest sir?"
+"Affirmative. We sail in four hours. I'll be in my ready-room."
+"Aye aye sir." Huret replied before quickly turning and issuing
+orders to the TAC station officer.
+"Computer ship wide." Zane said as he entered into his
+ready-room. A simple chime acknowledged the order. "Attention all hands
+this is the Captain. Our orders have us shipping out almost immediately.
+I hate to have to cut your well deserved leave but I know I can count on
+all of you to perform your duties to the best of your abilities. All
+senior staff report to holodeck 3 in 2 hours for prelaunch briefing.
+Zane out."
+Settling down into his chair he hit his commbadge. "Zane to
+Koreth."
+"Koreth here. Holodeck briefing?"
+"Yes Lieutenent. I'm sorry to limit your set up but we are
+rather pressed for time."
+"No problem sir. It's ready to go."
+"Excellent. I look forward to it. Zane out."
+Turning to his computer he began to call up all the information he
+could on the region the FEYNMAN would soon be dashing towards.
+<<<NRPG>>>
+hours of inlaws equals headache and bedtime!
+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: Damsel In Distress</h3>
+<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Kristen Gant 9-29-1996</h4>
+Stardate: 80929.1429<br>
+Scene: Holodeck three<br>
+Krysa entered the Holodeck carefully. She'd been through enough of
+these holodeck briefings now to know how dangerous they could be.
+She found herself in a Roman Bath with several stalls, which Krysa
+knew were for changing. She stepped into one and was immediately
+confronted with a rectangle of dark burgundy woven light-weight wool,
+measuring about six feet in width. Krysa had no idea what to do with
+this, and stood looking at it for a moment.
+She noticed the holographic image rotating above her head, but was
+still a bit confused as to how to make the material hanging in front
+of her look like the holographic image above her.
+"Computer, could you create someone to help me with this, please."
+A holographic figure appeared, wrapped in a similar piece of
+material, though hers was an off-white color. "Would you like some
+assistance?"
+Krysa grinned, "Yes, please."
+After undressing, Krysa allowed the holographic costumer to begin
+wrapping the material as it should be done. The holographic woman,
+started by wrapping the fabric around Krysa with the excess material
+folded over the top. She then pinned both shoulders, with large
+decorative brooches and allowed the excess material to fall free,
+giving the impression of a short cape.
+The costume was remarkably comfortable and Krysa spun as she looked
+in the mirror, admiring the reflection as the fabric moved gracefully
+with her. "They sure knew how do dress, didn't they," She whispered
+to herself, with a grin.
+The holographic dresser handed her a comb which matched the brooches
+on her shoulders and helped her to sweep her dark hair up leaving
+soft ringlets hanging on her forehead and the sides of her face.
+****
+Bat, who was standing still laughing with Lt. Koreth, was approached
+by a holographic slave, who whispered something in his ear.
+"Oh good," he grinned. "If you'll excuse me, I have a special
+surprise."
+Koreth and the others looked at him in confusion the turned to watch
+toward the door far below their box, to see what surprise Bat had in
+store for them.
+***
+Krysa stepped out of the dressing room and into the bright sunshine,
+which surprised her since she was expecting to end up back in the
+bath. As she took a step forward there were cheers. Krysa put her
+hand above her eyes to block the sun a bit so she could see the
+crowd in the seats around her.
+Krysa heard a sound behind her and turned to see an ornate chariot
+pull up beside her, with a familiar looking emperor driving it. "Your
+chariot, m'lady." said Bat as he
+reached out his hand to her.
+She looked at him warily, "I don't know, Bat. Depends on how mad you
+are about the dragon."
+"Me? Angry? I could never be angry at you, my dear," he said with a
+grin.
+Krysa sighed and took his hand, "I guess I haven't much choice."
+Bat merely looked at her, not giving her a clue one way or the other
+what he had in mind. She stepped onto the chariot and the crowd
+roared louder. Bat drove the chariot at a leisurely pace once around
+the coliseum Then pulled up to the center where there were two Guards
+dressed in Armor who reached out and pulled Krysa off the chariot.
+"Bat!" she squealed.
+"Nothing personal, Krysa." He said with a grin. "But it appears that
+this game needed a damsel in distress."
+"What is going on?" she cried.
+"Well, you see, whoever is the next officer out of that door, will
+have to save you."
+"Save me? From what?"
+Bat motioned behind her and she looked to see to incredibly huge
+tigers in an iron cage. Each licking his lips. Krysa's eyes widened
+and her jaw dropped. She struggled a bit as the two guards pulled her
+to a tall post tying her tightly to it.
+"Bat!!" she screamed again, as the two guards hopped on the chariot
+with Bat and he pulled away leaving her tied to a post facing two
+drooling, extremely large toothed tigers. She held her breath as the
+door opened revealing the next officer. Her eyes were drawn from the
+door to the tigers cage where the iron gate was swinging open.
+"BAT!!" She screamed again.
+Regards,<br>
+Lt. Krysa Jenn.<br>
+<nowiki>****</nowiki><br>
+NRPG: Okay guys. Here's your chance to get rid of Krysa if you are
+really that scared of her :} I guess, Koreth, Meleah, and JC are all
+in Bat's box. So that leaves them out of being able to save her. So
+. who's next :}
+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: Briefing. (Part I)</h3>
+<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by
+Andrew Catterick 9-29-1996</h4>
+SD: 80929.1300
+MD: 1.1400
+Scene: Holodeck 3
+Zane entered into the holodeck with great anticipation. As usual
+the promise of another mission had his adrenalin flowing, moreso now
+as he headed for the pre-lift meeting. But even more than that he looked
+forward to finding out what was behind these doors. The holodeck
+briefings were one of the things he loved most about this ship. What
+would Tarrant have created? The Klingon Council Chamber? Something
+Husnock in origin? The doors parted and he found, once again, he was not
+dissappointed. He took a few moments to look around the room admiringly.
+It was definitly ancient Earth, one of the mediterrean cultures. Roman or
+Greek he was not sure. One had 'borrowed' much from the other so at this
+point, for Zane anyways, it was hard to tell. Looking over longingly at
+the baths he realized this was a telltale clue but the answer still
+escaped him. No matter. He was not here on a archeological survey he was
+here to conduct a meeting and if he didn't hurray up he'd be late.
+Spying a large bust that looked suspiciously like himself he
+strode down towards it and entered the small cubicle behind it.
+Immediately a holographic image of him appeared modelling the garb that
+was hanging in the room. It didn't look very flattering. "Computer
+display other clothing options of this time period." Several different
+'costumes' quickly cycled through Zane's smaller image. "There!" He said
+suddenly. "Change clothing to that one."
+His change complete and the small cubicle behind him the captain
+strode out of the dark room into the sunlight and growing noise ahead of
+him. In seconds he was standing on a display platform overlooking a
+large stone coliseaum. As the sunlight reflected off his bronze
+breastplate and short sword dangling at his side the crowd took note of
+him and began to cheer again. It was a few moments before he could
+understand what it was they shrieked. "RIDE OR DIE!.....RIDE OR DIE!"
+Looking down onto the surface he noted the chariots pointed towards the
+other side of the coliseum. It seemed that the officers who had proceeded
+him had left a great deal of carnage behind them including a lion with a
+sword stuck between its eyes. He winced at the sight feeling a momentary
+twinge of dismay for the holographic cat.
+Colliseum. Lions. It all finally clicked together. This was
+Rome! A quick scan of the crowds confirmed his realization as he found
+the emporer's box. There was something about him that was familiar but at
+this distance he was unable to decipher just what it was. Before he could
+come to any decision the crowd's mood began to change and he realized they
+were booing him. Seconds later two very large soldiers wearing the same
+clothing as him approached. One of them gestured towards the chariots
+while the other drew his sword. It was obvious they would brook no
+argument. *This must be the die part of the equation.* Zane thought as
+he smiled pleasantly at the approaching neandrathal guards who had now
+both drawn their swords. The crowds jeers had become even louder. Not
+one to be booed or face two Roman centurions Zane quickly climbed down the
+steps towards the chariots. Instantly the crowd was cheering again.
+Climbing aboard the chariot he too the reins in his hands and gave
+the chariot a quick once over. He had never ridden (driven?) anything
+like this before and while he was a little nervous he was more excited.
+Simultaneouly the crowd became uncharacteristically quiet and the horses
+began to fidget and neigh nervously. Before Zane could decide what had
+caused this reaction the horses bolted and Zane found himself face
+down in the dirt being dragged along the track. The crowd went wild!
+Dragged along the dirt track flaying wildly from side to
+side made the captain think of one thing, *Thank-God I changed into that
+breastplate!* By now the toga would have been ripped to shreds and his
+skin would have quickly followed. Using every last ounce of his strength
+he slowly pulled himself up on to the chariot and regained control. But
+by now the cause of the horse's inital spook was clear. Some maniac had
+let lions into the ring. As he deftly ducked under a lunge from the
+biggest cat he had ever seen he moved to direct the horses towards the
+newly open gate. The crowd's chant of ride or die becoming all to clear.
+With scant seconds to spare the porticullis dropped behind him as he
+reached the safety of the other side. Quite pleased with himself Zane
+handed the reins to a nearby holographic guard who seemed quite bored with
+the entire escapade. It would have been more interesting if the rider
+had fallen and the lions had got him. Saying nothing he pointed towards
+some stairs and Zane headed off.
+A blast of trumpets announced his arrival and the two centurions
+at the entrance way slapped a fist against their breastplates in salute.
+Zane returned the gesture glad that the ordeal over. Spying the main
+body of FEYNMAN officers over by what appeared to be the buffet table he
+moved to join them. "Ahh Mr. Koreth an excellent holo! Most
+exhilerating."
+"Thank you Captain. I'd thought you'd enjoy it. You should
+probably pay your respects to the emporer. Apparently I was very literal
+in my programming and the centurian's get a little antsy about things like
+that."
+"My pleasure. Keeps it all in character." He turned and headed
+toward the box where the Emporer was still watching the games.
+Stopping at a respectful distance he waited while he was
+announced. An uncaring wave and he approached.
+"Quite a ride General. I was most surprised."
+Rising from his bow Zane spoke. "Thank you your....Oh God!!
+Emporer Bat? Now I've seen everything."
+The bartender turned emporer waved down an approaching guard who
+had been ready to cut down the fool who would be disrespectful to his
+emporer.
+"Careful general. My boys here are very loyal and we haven't had a
+good killing all day." He tilted his head and allowed the slave girl to
+feed him some grapes. "Quite a holoprogram isn't it? I think I'll head
+back here when I get sometime. Your dressed for the part, wanna invade
+Gaul? Oh by the way its Bat the First: Conquerer of the World."
+Zane rolled his eyes. "Even you could come up with a better title
+that that one. Of course Bat the First, Dragonslayer probably wouldn't
+work either."
+"Your second officer has a big mouth!" The emporer fumed.
+"Not really. She just likes to share a good joke."
+"Well this time I got the last laugh." He replied smugly.
+"Meaning?"
+"I'll let her fill you in on that."
+<<<NRPG>>>
+Where's Charlton Heston when you need him!
+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: Watching the Field</h3>
+<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Kristen Gant 9-30-1996</h4>
+Stardate: 80930.1436<br>
+Scene: Holodeck Briefing<br>
+As Jerran stopped the chariot in front of the VIP boxes, both
+officers hopped out and went to take their places next to Meleah and
+Allard. Krysa gave Bat an evil look as she passed by him sitting in
+his "Emperor's" throne laughing his head off.
+"I only hope the food makes up for this," Krysa said loud enough for
+their esteemed emperor to hear, "Otherwise there may have to be more
+pay back." She moved to the buffet table, always more then eager to
+see what wonderful treats Bat had in store for them.
+Bat continued to laugh merrily.
+There was a trumpet sounding and Krysa and Terri headed to stand at
+the balcony with Meleah and Allard to watch the next officer. It
+turned out to be the captain. The crowd was booing and the senior
+officers watching from the stands booed along with them until Zane
+stepped into his chariot.
+As the crowd watched the antics on the field, Krysa munched happily
+on wedges of pita bread dipped in Tzatziki, a delightful paste of
+cucumbers and garlic. As she was moving on to the antipasti bar, Zane
+had made it through the course and was paying his respects to
+'Emperor Bat'. He moved toward the buffet table and stood next to
+the woman.
+Krysa looked up at him. "I like your breast plate," she said with a
+giggle.
+Zane looked down at his beaten and battered breast plate, "Yes, it
+did take a beating." He looked at her, "You appeared to have come
+through unscathed."
+"HA!" said Krysa, "No thanks to that Bartender turned emperor over
+there."
+Zane grinned, "I heard he had the last laugh."
+Krysa chuckled, "Maybe, but this is far from over, I promise you."
+"Doctor! The chariot!" someone yelled over the crowd. Krysa and Zane
+both grinned and moved over to watch Glin'kharr ride in.
+They all cheered as the Doctor made an ungraceful entrance. But
+Glin'kharr looked quite happy, "Nnnng, a fine way to build an
+appetite!" he declared, adjusting glasses twisted in the fray.
+"Where's the food?"
+Krysa waved at him, "Over here. You've got to try this Tzatziki." She
+winked at Bat, "Though it could definitely use more garlic!"
+Regards,<br>
+Lt. Krysa Jenn.<br>
+<nowiki>****</nowiki><br>
+NRPG: I was bored, so I figured you could use a little more Krysa :}
+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: 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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