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<center><font style="font-size: 50px; font-stretch: expanded; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold; text-shadow: 4px 4px 4px black;">U.S.S. ''FEYNMAN'' NCC-66000<br> November 1996 Posts</font></center> | <center><font style="font-size: 50px; font-stretch: expanded; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold; text-shadow: 4px 4px 4px black;">U.S.S. ''FEYNMAN'' NCC-66000<br> November 1996 Posts</font></center> | ||
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<font style="font-size: large; font-stretch: expanded; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">TOTAL NOVEMBER 1996 POSTS: * | <font style="font-size: large; font-stretch: expanded; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">TOTAL NOVEMBER 1996 POSTS: *34*</font> | ||
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<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Some Thoughts On the Issahi</h3> | <h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Some Thoughts On the Issahi</h3> | ||
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Potest esse nur unus<br> | Potest esse nur unus<br> | ||
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Captive</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by | |||
Kevin Thigpen 11-28-1996</h4> | |||
Stardate: 81128.2200<br> | |||
MD: 7.0945<br> | |||
Scene: Inside the Reaver's asteroid base<br> | |||
Loren awoke with an ache he swore was going to split his skull. Shaking | |||
his head to get rid of the grogginess caused rivulets of pain shoot all | |||
across his temples. <nowiki>*Mistake*</nowiki> he thought. | |||
Slowly his vision cleared to reveal the four walls of what appeared to be | |||
a holding cell. The walls themselves were bare as was the floor and | |||
ceiling. Loren unsteadily clambered to his feet and began surveying his new | |||
surroundings. He was halfway through running his fingers over one of the | |||
walls searching for a means of egress when he stopped. | |||
Grabbing his temples he began to concentrate, <nowiki>*What in the devil are all | |||
these clicks and whistles I'm hearing?*</nowiki> The unintelligible clicks began | |||
to dissolve into emotions as Loren concentrated harder... emotions he | |||
could immediately recognize. | |||
<nowiki>*The Federation...technology...an attack...a trap carefully laid...and | |||
the FEYNMAN*</nowiki> The thoughts came rapidly and easily to Loren, so easily | |||
that he put up a mental block because he began to lose himself to the | |||
thoughts. | |||
Loren's head began to pound again and his legs simply gave way. He curled | |||
himself into a ball on the floor and began to meditate to force away the | |||
pain and formulate a plan. | |||
Respectfully submitted,<br> | |||
Kevin Thigpen<br> | |||
Ens. Loren Landers<br> | |||
USS FEYNMAN CNS<br> | |||
NRPG: Uh...had to put another post in for fun. I stayed away from | |||
revealing too much about the Reavers...felt that was best left to you | |||
guys, the experts...You guys are experts at this right? | |||
Could the FEYNMAN be headed for a trap? <VBEG> | |||
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Into the Lion's Den</h3> | <h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Into the Lion's Den</h3> | ||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Jason Bostjancic 11-29-1996</h4> | <h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Jason Bostjancic 11-29-1996</h4> | ||
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Potest esse nur unus<br> | Potest esse nur unus<br> | ||
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: The Ship!</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by | |||
Kevin Thigpen 11-30-1996</h4> | |||
Stardate: 81129.1300<br> | |||
MD: 7.0950<br> | |||
Scene: Holding Cell on Reaver's Base<br> | |||
It didn't take long for Loren to achieve the proper mind state to block | |||
the pain he was feeling. Sitting up he remembered that his body was | |||
still damaged but his mind was no longer registering the pain. He | |||
couldn't keep it that way for long, but maybe long enough to escape. | |||
Running his hands once again over the seemingly featureless walls he | |||
could feel them getting stronger in response to his applied force. On | |||
top of that the floor seemed like it was gripping his feet. <nowiki>*This is | |||
useless*</nowiki> he thought angrily as he kicked the wall he faced. | |||
What happened next totally surprised him. His foot went through the wall | |||
along with his leg and then the rest of his body. Jumping to his feet on | |||
the other side Loren glanced around quickly to confirm what his Betazoid | |||
senses had already told him...he was alone. Looking back at the wall he | |||
tried to tentatively put his hand back through the wall but it was just | |||
as hard as ever. | |||
He then envisioned himself fighting someone, beating them, and put his | |||
hand back up to the wall. It passed right through as if the wall were | |||
made of water. Loren drew upon other emotions as he repeated the test. | |||
<nowiki>*Amazing, certain emotions namely anger, allowed one to pass through the | |||
walls or doors or whatever they are here*</nowiki> Loren realized. | |||
With his newfound knowledge Loren made his way towards an open corridor | |||
with the one intention of finding a way out. | |||
After making it a few meters down the corridor, Loren stopped. <nowiki>*Bad guys | |||
ahead*.</nowiki> He eased himself into their thoughts for a brief moment and drew | |||
his mind back abruptly. He couldn't see them around the corner but he | |||
sensed six of them and they were anxious. Once again Loren made out the | |||
ideas of a trap but it wasn't directed at anything or anyone nearby. The | |||
idea seemed to concern something bigger and farther away. | |||
Then it hit him. The FEYNMAN was headed for a trap. The thoughts | |||
came fast and furious. <nowiki>*The base was expendable...first lead the Isaahi | |||
fleet into the asteroid field, destroy them while the FEYNMAN attempts to | |||
leave the area. While the Isaahi are occupied with the base, an ambush | |||
of a large number of our ships will capture the FEYNMAN...They're going | |||
to try to capture the ship. No time for this, I gotta go*</nowiki> | |||
Loren spun around to come face to face with hooded creature about 2 | |||
meters tall shuffling even closer to him. <nowiki>*Damn, too preoccupied to | |||
sense this one coming up on me*</nowiki> The thing reached out to grab Loren who | |||
grabbed the thing's left appendage, twisted it to the right, and | |||
using the momentum generated threw the thing to the floor. | |||
Bounding over the fallen creature, Loren ran for all he was worth. | |||
Respectfully submitted,<br> | |||
Kevin Thigpen<br> | |||
CNS<br> | |||
USS FEYNMAN<br> | |||
NRPG: Hehehe...The FEYNMAN might be in trouble...soon. Had to clarify | |||
the trap thing a bit more. | |||
Shipbound crewmates- Take it away. | |||
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Throwing A Baseball</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Max Felsher 11-30-1996</h4> | |||
SD 81130.0240 (GMT)<br> | |||
MD 7.0930<br> | |||
SCENE: Bridge<br> | |||
Maril monitored the battle closely, watching for any strange occurrences. | |||
Nothing so far. | |||
Unfortunately, the Issahi were losing despite their superior numbers. The | |||
Reavers were taking advantage of their better firepower and the Issahi lack of | |||
maneuverability. A good quarter of the Issahi attack fleet had been destroyed, as | |||
opposed to less than an eighth of the Reavers. | |||
But, then, as it looked like the Reavers would force the Issahi back, different | |||
Issahi ships started to enter the battle. These were about the same length and | |||
thickness as the others, but much wider. And when the Reavers fired their | |||
weapons, it took about twelve high-power shots to bring these strange ships' | |||
shields down even 25%. | |||
Suddenly, it hit Maril as suddenly as the lightning hit Regampha. He recalled | |||
the data from Lt. Meleah's experiments with the dilithium sword. The energy | |||
readouts were very similar. So it was dilithium the Issahi were using! | |||
"The attack of the valmbirds at Cidema," he whispered under his breath. | |||
He looked up to see what was happening around the Bridge. Seemingly, all | |||
was quiet. Very few Reavers had attacked since the Feynman had beamed down | |||
the away team. Perhaps they were too focused on the Issahi attack. | |||
"Reaver ship at bearing 212, mark 308," Jerran reported calmly. Maril had | |||
thought too soon. | |||
"Red alert," Maril ordered quickly. | |||
"Hold your fire, Tactical," Zane said slowly. "Let them fire first. Mr. Jerran, | |||
bring us about to face the Reaver ship, but keep us within communications range | |||
of the away team." | |||
"Aye, sir, but two more ships have just appeared at bearings 257, mark 7 and | |||
104, mark 76." | |||
"All three ships are firing weapons, sir," the tactical officer reported with some | |||
worry. | |||
The ship rocked violently, almost throwing Maril out of his chair. "Damage | |||
report," he said sternly as he attempted to regain his bearings. | |||
"Shields down to 37%. Damage to decks 14-16 of the Engineering section." | |||
"Get some repair teams down there," Maril ordered. | |||
"You may open fire, Tactical," the Captain gave the command. | |||
"Aye, sir." | |||
The ship shuddered again. "Report." | |||
"The ship in front of us has been destroyed. Our shields went down for 4 | |||
seconds, but they are now back up to 10%. Damage to the starboard nacelle | |||
pylon." | |||
"Continue firing," Zane ordered. | |||
Jenn suddenly spoke up. "Sir, somehow a small probe got close to us when | |||
our shields were down for 4 seconds. It is creating a magnetic field." Then she | |||
held her breath for a second. "Sir, the probe's magnetic field is disrupting our | |||
anti-matter containment field. If our containment field fails-" | |||
"We won't be here to fight the Reavers at all," Zane finished the sentence. | |||
"The Jacolian tunnelers attacking from below," Maril whispered. | |||
Zane shivered for a second, but quickly gained control. "Can we destroy it?" | |||
"Not by conventional means," Jenn answered. "The probe is much too close | |||
to the ship. An explosion would cause a major hull breach." | |||
"Can we get a tractor beam on it?" Maril asked, worried. | |||
"Possibly. The probe is very small. We may grab a lot of empty space | |||
instead of the probe." | |||
"I think that's a chance we have to take," Zane said, seemingly calm. | |||
"Tactical, get a tractor beam lock on it. When you have it, swing the tractor | |||
beam outwards and let go at the end of the arc." | |||
"Aye, sir, I have a lock on it, engaging tractor beam, missed it," the tactical | |||
officer reported. "Got another lock, engaging tractor beam, got it this time. | |||
Swinging the tractor beam to the port, disengaging tractor beam...now! The | |||
probe is continuing on its path outwards." | |||
"Good job, everyone," Zane said with some relief. "Are there any Reaver | |||
ships still attacking us?" | |||
"One, sir. The other one has gone to the main battle." | |||
"Status of shields?" Maril asked. | |||
"They're up to 24%. The Reaver ship is firing again." | |||
"Return fire!" Zane ordered as the ship shook. | |||
The sun has met the sea,<br> | |||
Lt. Commander Onta Maril,<br> | |||
First Officer, USS Feynman,<br> | |||
aka Max Felsher<br> | |||
NRPG: | |||
Sorry for my lack of posting. School, and everything. :( | |||
And, yes, I am leaving a cliffhanger for everyone. :) | |||
Kevin:I'll be sending various info, disclaimers and other paraphernalia on the | |||
Feynman soon. :) |
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