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-Commodore Nigel Straun, Executive Officer, INDIGO FLEET<br> | -Commodore Nigel Straun, Executive Officer, INDIGO FLEET<br> | ||
-Commander Horatio Sinclair, Fleet Intelligence Officer, BLUE FLEET<br> | -Commander Horatio Sinclair, Fleet Intelligence Officer, BLUE FLEET<br> | ||
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Tension In The Air</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Kristen Gant 11-25-1996</h4> | |||
Stardate: 81125.1253<br> | |||
MD 7.0800<br> | |||
Scene: Bridge<br> | |||
Captain Zane stood leaning over the science station along with Lt. Jenn, | |||
studying the difference in the communication pattern. They all watched the | |||
dancing light patterns on the console in front of them. When place side by | |||
side, the differences became clear. | |||
"Could it be an advanced scout?" asked Jenn. "Sending a homing beacon to | |||
the Reavers." There was a clear sense of dread in her voice. | |||
"The Ceevan." Said a quiet voice behind her. They turned to see Jerran | |||
standing there his face as emotionless as usual. "It's the Ceevan." | |||
Something in the emotionlessness of his voice and his face was enough | |||
silence them all. Even Loth who had been gloating over his discovery. | |||
Zane nodded, "It's a possibility. Perhaps our fractured Romulan faction has | |||
become somewhat of a 'Jem'Haddar' for the Reavers." | |||
Krysa shuddered visibly, the others though showing no outward signs, | |||
understood the woman's apprehension. "Should we inform the away team?" | |||
Zane shook his head. "It's not going to make a difference in their mission. | |||
Besides, I don't think we should make any rash judgments until we hear what | |||
Koroth finds." He turned to Commander Maril who was standing just a short | |||
distance away. "Commander, you have the bridge, I'll be in my ready room." | |||
Zane turned and headed to his ready room, leaving the other officers | |||
watching behind him. | |||
Krysa moved to sit back at Ops. There really wasn't much for her to do | |||
right now but continue to scan the area. However, her mind began to wander | |||
unfortunately not to the things she should have been thinking about. | |||
***<br> | |||
MD 7.0820<br> | |||
"Krysa?" Jerran called. The Ops officer didn't answer as she leaned back in | |||
her chair. | |||
"Lt.!" called Maril. | |||
Krysa spun to look at him, "Sir?" | |||
"You need to recalibrate your right sensor sweep," he said sternly. | |||
Krysa looked down at her panel and saw the light blinking. "Of course, | |||
sir." She said quickly making the adjustments that any first year cadet | |||
ought to do without even thinking during a sensor sweep. | |||
Jerran chuckled, "Now you know why I don't let you fly my ships anymore." | |||
Krysa grinned at him. "That's because you don't know how to share, Mr. | |||
Jerran. Something most kindergartners have already learned." | |||
The light hearted joking had served to relieve a bit of tension from the | |||
bridge. However, Mr. Maril was not amused. | |||
"This is the bridge of a starship, Lts." He said from behind them. Krysa | |||
looked up at him and nodded. She could see the tension in his face as well | |||
as feel it emanating from him. He'd been kept off the last two away teams | |||
and she could see that he wasn't pleased about it. | |||
The past week, surveying the wreckage of the SERAPIS and the introduction | |||
of the Reavers, had been difficult on the entire crew. They'd known it | |||
wouldn't be a pleasant mission, and they'd prepared as best they could. But | |||
it was impossible for any of them to simply brush off the effects of the | |||
devastation they'd had to salvage. | |||
And now with the introduction of an enemy like the Reavers, who seemed to | |||
have little regard for any form of life, the crew was becoming | |||
overwhelmed. She knew that was a part of her distraction. She still made it | |||
a habit of surveying the general feelings of the crew and the more agitated | |||
they became, the more agitated she also found herself. | |||
Regards,<br> | |||
Lt. Krysa Jenn<br> | |||
****<br> | |||
NRPG: Well, just bringing in an idea I read somewhere :} And then rambling | |||
on for a few paragraphs about practically nothing <nowiki>:}</nowiki> | |||
Kristen<br> | |||
--<br> | |||
Kristen & Scott Gant<br> | |||
http://homepage.interaccess.com/~sgant/gant.htm<br> | |||