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Dum....de dum dum. <Dragnet theme here... but I forget how it goes> <GRIN> | Dum....de dum dum. <Dragnet theme here... but I forget how it goes> <GRIN> | ||
Cheers! | Cheers!<br> | ||
Mike | Mike<br> | ||
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Give the Devil Her Due!</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Michael "Mike" Dailey 8-9-1996</h4> | |||
SD: 80809 | |||
> Jerran looked to Maril for approval. The commander gave the pilot a<br> | |||
> confused look back, but knew that the have Vulcan, half Bajoran officer<br> | |||
> could take care of himself in this situation, and that the diplomatic<br> | |||
> response would be to let him go. So, he simply nodded and said, "You<br> | |||
> heard what he said, Scout. She's in charge now."<br> | |||
> <br> | |||
> "Ie, rekkhai," Jerran said in Rihannsu as he turned back around, the rest<br> | |||
> of the crew following the servant out.<br> | |||
SD: 80809.2200<br> | |||
MD: 6.? <br> | |||
SCENE: Guest Quarters and.... <br> | |||
The Pirate Queen's servant lead the FEYNMAN group, minus LT. Jerran, to a luxurious filled with articles | |||
and 'souvenirs' from in and outside of the Federation. Once there, the servant grunted and left them. Everyone | |||
spread out to explore the room. Maril was drawn to the wall where two ancient swords of unknown origion | |||
were secured to the wall, Tamarov went to an open balcony foregoing the cooler environment inside, and the | |||
others sat around a table. J.C. turned to Commander Maril, "Sir, I don't like this whole situation. I have a | |||
bad feeling. Joining this pirate band, possibly firing on another starship?" | |||
"Relax Mr. Allard. Sit down. We shall do well." The Commander could see everyone was a bit tense. Ens. Lee had | |||
gotten up and joined CPO Tamarov on the balcony. J.C. came over to the table to sit. "I guess you're right, | |||
Sir. I just..." J.C. was cut off by Alex calling them. | |||
"Everyone, Sirs, come here. Check this out...". He lead them to the South edge of the balcony bearing the | |||
muggy hot temperature of this planet, and motioned for them to crouch down. He handed Cmdr. Maril a small | |||
handheld field scope, who look up with a grin. | |||
"I thought it may come in handy. Look there Sir, to the Northwest, in the front window of that small | |||
building." It its better days, the building had probably been condemned. Now there was another big ugly | |||
Bear-type humanoid apparently standing guard outside. Two old ground cars were parked outside, their final | |||
resting place. | |||
"Now what have we here", said Maril. "A male and female in Starfleet uniforms. I can't make out their faces, | |||
and three... no four Nausicans. Seems we have a Broltar running away". Alex looked to Ens. Lee and to J.C., | |||
both of which just nodded. Ens. Lee crouched beside Maril, "Sir, can you see what they're doing?..." | |||
J.C. nudged Alex to the other side of the balcony, pausing to look over the edge. They were only up one | |||
story, approx. six meters above ground. Alex looked back to his CO and nodded. Maril lowered the hand scope, | |||
looking at Ens. Lee, "I cannot really tell. They seem to be arguing over something." He turned towards the two | |||
Security Officers, "Mr. Allard, perhaps you... Lee! Where are they?..... | |||
Submitted,<br> | |||
Mike Dailey<br> | |||
splatter2@qtm.net<br> | |||
Ensign J.C. Allard SEC-TAC - USS FEYNMAN - SILVER FLEET<br> | |||
LT. D'doj Zzawj Ckorji MD - CMO - USS CONSTITUTION - INDIGO FLEET <br> | |||
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* NRPG * | |||
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Well, Alex and J.C. are off to see what's up. They'll be back in the five hours... I hope GRIN. | |||
WHERE IS EVERYONE???? Kris, good luck with your hard drive. Hope u got everything back. Hmmm, now where | |||
was that add for one of those new Jazz Drives??? | |||
Jason, hope you get your service provider problem worked out. Mine's been knida tempermental lately, too. | |||
Maybe we could go back to AOL! <BIG G>! | |||
Cheers!<br> | |||
Mike<br> | |||
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Discipline & Discovery</h3> | <h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Discipline & Discovery</h3> | ||
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