USS Feynman MAR 1996
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USS FEYNMAN: We're Back
by Kristen Gant 3-2-1996
Stardate: 80302.1306
Scene: Computer Center/Cesphalean Government Building.
Lt. Jenn began searching through computer files. The Cesphalean’s were not a very organized people, so she was having difficulty. She found herself in various maintenance files several times. She groaned in frustration.
“What’s taking so long?” asked Zane.
“Just a minute...” Jenn told him. She continued to search, becoming more frustrated all the time. “It’s not here... I can’t find it.”
“Look for personal files for Rrall.” suggested Edal.
“You really think he would be that stupid?” asked Krysa. Edal nodded.
Krysa backed up in her file search and started looking directly through Rrall’s files. If she thought the main computer system files were in disarray, now she knew why. Rrall’s files were in much worse condition and he was supposed to be running the place. She started laughing.
“I’ve found it. He didn’t really bother to hide it at all. It’s under a file called ‘top secret files’!” She quickly began downloading the files into her tricorder. “This should only take a couple of minutes,” she told them as they waited impatiently for her to finish.
It seemed like forever until the tricorder beeped indicating that they were finished. “Got it! Now how do we get out of here?”
Edal smiled at her as he pulled out a small communicator and tapped it. Krysa felt the transporter beam hit them. She was surprised. How were they beaming out. And if they could beam out, why hadn’t they beamed in. It would have saved them a lot of trouble.
The reappeared in a room surrounded by several Cesphalean’s with phasers pointed at them. The Cesphalean’s took their phasers and Krysa’s tricorder. A tall black Cesphalean walked up to them smiling.
“I am Rrall, and I would just like to thank you for your help in our cause,” He smirked. “You have just cinched our victory.”
“What are you talking about?” demanded Zane, throwing a glaring look at Edal.
“Now we have proof of just how evil those across the wormhole are.”
“That evidence proves that you are the evil ones,” yelled Jenn.
“Lies, all planted by you my dear.” sneered the felinoid.
“You were winning, why did you have to do this?” asked Zane.
“Because you were working too fast. Of course, the anti-isolationist base has already been cleared out. Thanks to informants like Edal. Our people are much to trusting, as it turns out, so are you. Soon your ship will be destroyed, the wormhole will be closed and you three will be imprisoned here as an example for the rest of your lives.”
“Not so fast, Rrall,” said Zane smiling. He grabbed Jenn’s tricorder from the guard who had taken it and said, “Now!”
Krysa once more felt the pull of a transporter beam as the Cesphalean guard disappeared and the bridge of the Feynman took it’s place.
“How did you do that?” asked Jenn completely surprised.
“Call it the Captain’s secret. Good job, Mr. Maril!” He said turning to the FO.
Regards,
Lt. Krysa Jenn
NRPG: Okay so the ending is a little hokey and I don’t explain it. Maybe
Zane can<G> Or Maril. At any rate we are back and we have the files<BG>
Kristen
USS FEYNMAN: Wandering the Ship
by Andrew Catterick 2-6-1996
SD:80306.1100
Scene:Engineering
Zane entered engineering to find a flurry of activity. Zane was impressed at the obviously motivated team work he was witnessing. It was good to know the crew cared so much about the ship.
One of the engineering officers, noticing Zane's gaze an look of pride approached him. Nodding his head over to the bustle of activity he spoke. "Shore leave. Lieutenant Koreth isn't letting anyone go until they finish what they were working on."
"Where is Mr. Koreth?" Zane asked.
"He's up in the Jefferies Tubes checking on some calibrations."
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Scene: Jeffreies Tube Junction K-387
As Zane came to an intersection in the maze of pathways he heard some muttering from around the corner, actually it sounded like the CEO was explaining to a ODN conduit, in a very colourful way, just exactly what he would do to it if he wasn't able to repair it soon.
"How's it going Tarrant?" Zane asked, unable to hide a grin.
"Fine sir. Just fine." It wasn't very convincing.
"Problems?"
"No sir, it just seems that all the damage is confined in the hard to reach places, and some of it...well I don't understand how it was damaged in the first place."
"I see you've set shore leave rotations for your department."
Koreth pulled his head out of the open accessway and sat against the wall. "Yes sir, Commander Maril said shore-leave was available to all who wanted it, on a rotational basis."
"Oh I know, I was just wondering why you would let your engineer's head off to EPSILON when all the damage hadn't been repaired."
"all of the critical systems are back on line. The remaining problems are for the most part secondary systems. Besides it shouls only take another 16 hours or so and from what Maril has said we'll be in dock for at least 72.
"Correct, so why aren't you on EPSILON or relaxing in 10-Forward right now." Zane asked.
Koreth waved a dismissive hand. "I don't need a break sir, I want to get these repairs done as quickly as possible."
"Thats very admirable lieutenant but we don't know how long our next deployment will be so I'd like you to take some down-time."
"With all due respect sir, I'd rather remain on board and see these repairs through. I couldn't enjoy myself if I new my crew was working on these repairs without me."
"Your right lieutenant. Hand me that servo." Zane looked inside the access way.
"Sir?" Koreth was perplexed.
"The servo lieutenant, the thing to your right." Zane extended a hand.
Koreth picked up the instrument and passed to Zane. "Ah I know what a servo is sir I was just wondering what you were doing."
"Well your argument hit home. If your staying how can I do any less, so I'll give you a hand and then we can both relax. Now...if I remember...this junction connects with this pathway...." There was a brief electrical flare. "...uh maybe it was this one."
"Sir! Okay I get your point. I'll take a break if you promise
not to help me."
"I want you to log-off for at least the next two shifts. You said it your self the remaining damage is minimal, your department heads can take care of it in your absence, it'll be good command experience for them."
"Two shifts! I was thinking more like having lunch and then getting back to work...." Koreth protested.
"Hmmm, maybe it was this juction that I had to connect."
Koreth raised his hands in mock defeat. "Okay, okay, deal. Just please don't help me anymore."
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Scene: 10-Forward
Zane sat at the bar talking with some of the crew. Everyone seemed in high spirits and that made the afternoon even more enjoyable for Zane. A happy crew was contagious.
"So I hear our CSO had to leave."
"Yeah, unfortunately he had some sort of personal emergency he had to attend to so he requested an undetermined hardship leave." Zane replied.
Bat leaned against the bar polishing a glass. It was an unnecessary procedure as the replicators took care of such things but Bat told everyone it added to the atmosphere. That and all the other western paraphanelia he had added throughout. "Its too bad, he was a good kid. Had a good head on his shoulders."
"Well, he'll be returning to duty at some point but its doubtful whether or not he'll be reassigned to us. Too bad he was the second-best CSO this ship ever had."
Bat snorted. "I suppose you are alluding to your esteemed tenure in that position."
"Who else. I hear there writing songs about my exploits." Zane chuckled.
Bat just rolled his eyes. "Your not letting that marine puke run the security department are you?" Bat shivered at the thought.
"No, they all transferred off as soon as we docked. They got new orders to transfer to the 58th for some frontier skirmish with a new race that has been attacking some settlers."
"Hmm...so I guess you'll be needing a CSO until the paperpushers send you one."
"MCPO Mancuso's nominally in charge until that time." Zane replied, he could see where this was going.
"You know I was reading the regs last night....its surprising how easy it is to change your status from retired to active." Bat announced as he grabbed another perfectly polished glass began to rub it.
"Really." Zane replied, unsurprised. "Of course I know your not referring to yourself cause how could you ever leave the bar. Besides I've noticed you like being my OPS officer's unoffical assistant. She's a liitle young isn't she granpa."
Zane removed the wet towel from his face that Bat had just thrown there. "I guess I better making my getaway while I still can." Tossing the towel back at his friend he made a break for the door.
respectfully submitted,
Andy.
-CMDR Zane, Commanding, USS FEYNMAN
-LT.CMDR Nigel Brock, Instructor, Holodeck 18
-LT.CMDR Tarsa Rogers, Executive Officer, USS GAUSS
