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<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Who's there?</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Kristen Gant 8-16-1996</h4> | |||
Stardate: 80816.2346<br> | |||
Scene: Bridge: USS TYPHOON<br> | |||
MD: 6.1220<br> | |||
"Sir," said Ens. Cartwright hesitantly. | |||
Krysa stood, anxious for something to break the dull drum of waiting for | |||
word from away team, "What is it, Ensign?" | |||
Jennifer shrugged slightly, "Well, it's kind of hard to explain .." | |||
"Just try," Krysa said curious. | |||
"I'm picking up a strange signal." | |||
"A signal?" | |||
"Well, it's not a signal .. it's .. well look at this," she said motioning | |||
for Krysa to join her at her console. "See this .. it's very similar to the | |||
interference we've been picking up ever since we entered the 'sack. We've | |||
been monitoring it because it can cause distortions that can cause problems | |||
when setting course. But this is different. It's very regular and has a | |||
'feel' to it. I'm afraid I can't explain it any more then that." | |||
Krysa nodded. On the Feynman they'd been working hard to filter out that | |||
type of interference in order for the sensors to work better. "Could it be | |||
a signal to the pirates?" | |||
Jennifer shrugged again, "Could be I suppose, but this just doesn't 'feel' | |||
like pirates to me. It's too familiar." | |||
"What could cause that kind of disturbance?" | |||
"Engines not calibrated quite right." She said smoothly. "Lt. Jerran just | |||
put us through some exercises the last time we were at Epsilon where we had | |||
to come up with ways to send signals that couldn't easily be traced. Since | |||
we were coming to the 'sack, this was one he made sure we were aware of." | |||
"Are you saying that you think our FCO is signaling us." | |||
Jennifer turned her eyes on Krysa's, "It's just a feeling. I can't be 100% | |||
sure." | |||
"Is it a code? Can you tell what he's trying to say?" | |||
Jennifer shook her head, "It's not that kind of signal. It just a 'we're | |||
here' type thing." | |||
Krysa looked at the screen, "But where is he, if it's him." Jennifer shook | |||
her head again. Krysa turned to Reetza. "Watch that distortion she's | |||
talking about. See if you can track it." | |||
"Aye, sir," | |||
As the minutes ticked slowly by, Krysa could feel her headache coming back | |||
stronger again. She sighed wishing she had some of that stuff Dr. | |||
Glin'kharr had given her the other day. | |||
"Sir," said Reetza, I think I've got it pinpointed. | |||
"Too late," said the AFCO, looking at the screen as a Klingon Bird of Prey | |||
appeared on the screen just long enough for two bright orange pulses to | |||
shoot toward the TYPHOON. | |||
"Shields up! Brace for impact!" shouted Krysa. As the disrupters hit, she | |||
was thrown to the floor knocking her head on a chair. She pushed her self | |||
up, feeling her head where a small trickle of blood was forming. "Report!" | |||
"Shields down to 40%," reported the Ensign at tactical. | |||
Krysa watched the view screen closely, wondering about the signal, "Hail | |||
them," she said turning to Reetza. | |||
A short time later Commander Maril's face appeared. Krysa maintained her | |||
composure as she spoke, "I am Lt. Krysa Jenn, in command of the USS | |||
TYPHOON." | |||
<Lower your shields and prepare to be boarded,> came Maril's cold response. | |||
"You don't expect me to just turn this ship over to you." | |||
<That is exactly what I expect. And if you don't, I will destroy you.> The | |||
connection cut out. | |||
Krysa turned to Jennifer and Reetza, "Is there a way to make this look | |||
real. I don't want to give them away." | |||
Regards,<br> | |||
Lt. Krysa Jenn<br> | |||
****<br> | |||
NRPG: Away team, have fun, just don't make Krysa look too bad :} :}<br> | |||
Kristen |
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