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<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Small Talk</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by | |||
Andrew Catterick 10-17-1996</h4> | |||
SD: 81017.1100<br> | |||
MD: 3.1300<br> | |||
Scene: Lakeside Park, Holodeck 3<br> | |||
Zane had opted to play left field and now three innings into the | |||
game he was regretting the choice. After the intial flurry of activity | |||
that had stated it off it had settled, like most baseball games eventually | |||
do, into a rather slow pace. The fact that no one had hit anything out to | |||
left field didn't help. Fortunately he had a good view of the adjacent | |||
field where a large group were playing what someone had told him was | |||
frisbee football. This seemed much more interesting and definetly more | |||
exciting. At least there was running involved. With a grunt he flung his | |||
head down towards the ground. | |||
"Do I even want to know?" Bat asked as walked up from the edge of | |||
the field to find Zane bent over, his left cheek parallel with the grass. | |||
"No." The Captain replied firmly. "What are you doing on the | |||
field? We are in the middle of a game." | |||
The bartender snorted. "Yeah I've been watching, just been chaos | |||
out here for you. I noticed that you didn't get a chance to eat so I | |||
brought you this." He held up a very large sausage smothered in a number | |||
of toppings, some of which Zane didn't recognize. A few more light taps | |||
to the right side of his head and then he stood accepting the food. | |||
"Thanks. Nothing worse then getting water stuck in your ears." | |||
"A popcorn kernal at the back of your throat?" Bat offered before | |||
grimacing as he watched Chief Larocque jump up to catch a high frisbee and | |||
then come crashing down on his back. "Or that." He added. Zane nodded. | |||
"The dunk tank was a good idea. Loosened everyone up." He took a | |||
big bite of the sausage. "Next time ask me first." | |||
"Now we both know you would have agreed to it so why waste the | |||
time." Bat said with a grin. "Uh your up." | |||
"What?" Zane asked before following Bat's pointed finger to the | |||
high fly ball heading his way. "Here!" He said as he handed Bat the half | |||
eaten sausage and jogged off to get underneath the ball. It was a high | |||
one with not a lot of speed to it so, exhausted, it sank like a rock and | |||
was easily caught. A quick throw to second and Zane returned to Bat. | |||
"I was just talking with Ensign Lee. She seems to be a good kid, | |||
still a little nervous though." Bat continued as he handed back the | |||
sausage. | |||
"Well its her first cruise, that's to be expected. She seem | |||
satisfied with today's results?" | |||
"So far. She got all clinical on me but the gist of it was | |||
everyone is relaxing and having fun. Its also helping the new crew | |||
intergrate in with the old." The old bartender waved over towards the | |||
lively game of frisbee football. | |||
Zane laughed. "You never were the clincal type." | |||
"Why waste your time with 15 letter words. Say what you mean and | |||
get on with it...." His voice trailed off as he watched the action on the | |||
infield. "Well thats it." | |||
Zane gestured towards the bench. "Shall we?" | |||
As the two men walked towards Zane's team's bench the conversation | |||
turned towards the upcoming mission. "Any thoughts on what your going to | |||
find out there?" Bat asked. | |||
"A lot of very small debris if what the survivors told Fleet are | |||
accurate. I'm actually surprised any of the escape pods made it past the | |||
ships explosion. Must've been a rocky ride." | |||
"Ever been through pod ejection?" Bat asked. | |||
"Only on the holodeck." | |||
"It ain't alot of fun." Bat unconsciously rubbed a shoulder that | |||
had popped last time he had ejected. "I can't see there being much | |||
information left to find. Surely the two rescue ships did a thorough | |||
search." The retired Starfleet officer prodded for information. He | |||
understood he was no longer 'in the loop' anymore and he hated it. | |||
"Well they did but it was the GHENT and the WESTPHALIA that | |||
repsonded." Zane replied in answer. | |||
"They're both diplomatic ships." Bat said with a nod. "Not | |||
much in the way of scientific equipment or personnel." | |||
"No. But the FEYNMAN on the other hand...." He shrugged. "Still | |||
I don't expect to find a 'smoking gun' but some info on the weapon type | |||
used, something about their drive system, maybe even a trail to follow. | |||
I'm sure we'll find something." | |||
"Well are you two still friends?" A new voice entered the | |||
picture. | |||
Bat chuckled. "I guess. Just don't tell anyone, I've got my | |||
reputation to consider." | |||
Krysa grinned. "Nice catch." | |||
Zane returned the smile and held her glance. "Nice hit." | |||
Bat raised an eyebrow. | |||
Zane turned to face his gathering team as Krysa jogged off to her | |||
position. "Ok who's up?" | |||
"The Terrifying Tamarian!" Jerran shouted out before making a | |||
show of handing the FO his bat. "Your weapon sire." | |||
<<<NRPG>> | |||
So how's the game going? Want to keep going or arrive and get to work? | |||
Respectfully,<br> | |||
Andy<br> | |||
-Captain Zane, Commanding Officer, USS FEYNMAN<br> | |||
-Commodore Nigel Straun, Executive Officer, INDIGO FLEET<br> | |||
-Commander Horatio Sinclair, Fleet Intelligence Officer, BLUE FLEET<br> | |||