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<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Going Native</h3>
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Going Native</h3>
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-Commodore Nigel Straun, Executive Officer, INDIGO FLEET<br>
-Commodore Nigel Straun, Executive Officer, INDIGO FLEET<br>
-Commander Horatio Sinclair, Fleet Intelligence Officer, BLUE FLEET<br>
-Commander Horatio Sinclair, Fleet Intelligence Officer, BLUE FLEET<br>
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: I Can Give You the World</h3>
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Kristen Gant 8-30-1996</h4>
> "Oooh." She purred. "Are we going somewhere a little more private?"<br>
> "Don't flatter yourself. We're going to sickbay and your going to<br>
> help Krysa."<br>
Stardate: 80830.2003<br>
Scene: Corridor<br>
MD: 7.1245<br>
"I don't think you want to do that."
"Oh, and what makes you think I care what you think?" asked Zane
still pulling her along.
"Well, alright but don't say I didn't warn you. I'm sure you'll be
sad when Krysa's gone, but even sadder when you realize it's your
fault."
He stopped, turning to look at her, still tightly grasping her arm,
"What are you talking about?"
"I already told, Captain. Unless I get what I want Krysa doesn't get
better." She smiled, "You see, whether you want to admit it or not I
hold the key to Krysa's sanity. You could have the best doctors in
the universe, and without my cooperation, they can't do anything for
her."
"Now why do I not believe you?" Zane said.
She smiled, "So you're the type of man who needs proof. I would have
thought better of you."
"You certainly can't blame me as I stand here looking at a woman with
a stolen face," he retorted.
"Oh," she feigned, "now that does hurt." His grip loosened enough for
her to shake his hand away. But she didn't run. "Okay so you and I
both know that this face doesn't belong to me. Nor does the voice, or
the hair. It was all done as a ruse. Granted a failed one, but that
can be blamed on the stupidity of those in charge. I did my part."
"What was your part? I have to admit I've been curious."
"Oh, no, Captain. That's all in the past. I'm only interested in the
future and where I would best be served." She sighed. "I'll give you
the proof you need, and then we'll talk seriously." She closed her
eyes briefly, as she visualized what Krysa was seeing and feeling.
"Go ahead, call Sickbay. See how she's doing."
Zane tapped his comm badge, "Zane to Sickbay, how's Krysa?"
<Not so good, right now. She was just hit with another severe
headache.> came Glin'kharr's voice, <I'm going to have to sedate her
in order to stop it.>
"Any idea what's causing it?"
<It's partially due to the drugs I talked to you about earlier .. but
we've been working on purging her system of the drugs. Still without
warning the headaches come on. I haven't figured out the reason yet.>
"Very well, do what you have to." Zane frowned at the woman in front
of him who stood looking very smug. She set her jaw to keep her own
pain from showing. After years of practice she was pretty good at it.
"Stop it, now. Leave her alone." He said.
She stopped, immediately feeling the pain beginning to go away. She
was glad that the error they had made was coming in handy. She looked
around the corridor briefly then turned her eyes back to Zane's. Her
voice dropped to barely a whisper, "I know your secret wish, and I
can make it come true." She moved closer to him. "I can make her into
anything you want. All it takes is the right thought planted in the
right place."
She reached out and lightly touched his face, "All you have do is
give me what I want, and it's all yours. Not a the fake .. but the
real thing."
Regards,<br>
Lt. Krysa Jenn<br>
****<br>
NRPG: Now Andy .. did you really think I could pass that up? I tried,
honest I did, but I just couldn't :}:}
Kristen<br>
--<br>
Kristen & Scott Gant<br>
http://homepage/interaccess.com/~sgant/scott.htm<br>
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: I Can Give You the World (Cont.)</h3>
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by
Andrew Catterick 8-30-1996</h4>
SD: 80830.1700<br>
Scene: Corridor<br>
MD: 7.1305<br>
><br>
> She stopped, immediately feeling the pain beginning to go away. She was glad<br>
> that the error they had made was coming in handy. She looked around the<br>
> corridor briefly then turned her eyes back to Zane's. Her voice dropped to<br>
> barely a whisper, "I know your secret wish, and I can make it come true."<br>
> She moved closer to him. "I can make her into anything you want. All it<br>
> takes is the right thought planted in the right place."<br>
><br>
> She reached out and lightly touched his face, "All you have do is give me<br>
> what I want, and it's all yours. Not a the fake .. but the real thing."<br>
Zane stood silently staring at the imposter not knowing what to
say. The decision he faced...but one thing was clear. "If you can read
my thoughts then you know I'd never agree to such...persuasion."
"But you want to." Dee replied firmly.
"I would never agree to it." He reaffrimed, stronger this time.
"You Starfleet are all alike, high moral fibre and all the usual
propaganda. Think of what your passing up."
Zane ignored the subject. "How can you help her."
"Its much easier to do than explain." She smiled.
"Not good enough. Try."
"Its going to have to be. I can't explain it I just do it. And
if I don't do it soon it won't matter. There'll be no saving her."
"You won't let that happen you'd be facing murder charges."
"Based on what? Your word!" She laughed. "Sure your a Starfleet
Captain but you still need real, physical proof and you don't have it and
can't possibly find it."
"I'm sure Dr. Glin'kharr would be able to find what powers you
have and...."
"And by then Krsya would be gone, victim to a very painful death.
Is a runabout worth it?"
It wasn't. "How do I know you'll fulfill your word?"
"You don't." She smiled smugly. "But what choice do you have?"
Zane frowned. *Very little choice.* He thought. *Alright you
win.*
"See, I knew you'd see it my way."
[Tarrant to Zane.]
"Zane here. Welcome back Lieutentant." At least that was one
problem out of the way. The junior officers had all performed incredibly
but Zane was greatly relieved to have some experience up on the bridge.
[Thank you Captain.]
"What is it you need Mr. Koreth?" He asked a little exasperated
due mostly to the smugly smiling Dee standing in front of him.
[Actually sir, orders.]
"Signal the TYPHOON we're heading home and they are to form up
with us. Set course for the edge of the 'sack 1/2 impulse. Ensign Garret
can explain our nav link to the Husnock ship. Have we heard from
Commander Maril lately?"
[No sir.]
"Well I'm sure he's lurking out there somewhere and he'll catch
up. I don't want to press our luck by staying here any longer. Zane
out."
"Now you were saying Captain...." Dee asked innocently.
"If you help Krysa I'll let you go but I can't let you take a
runabout or any other Starfleet vessel. But on EPSILON you can get
transport to anywhere in the galaxy."
"With what I'm offering you..."
"Lets be clear. What I'm asking for is for my operations officer
to be completley healed and for this never to happen again."
"But there is so much more you can have."
"Maybe, but not that way. It would be a lie. Do we have a deal?"
<<<NRPG>>>
Another cliff hanger.;)
Once we get to the edge of the sack we'll start the three way video
conference with all included so we can figure out the best way to get
everyone home past Tremaine and co.
Kristin: Back to you.
Respectfully,<br>
Andy<br>
-Commander Zane, Commanding Officer, USS FEYNMAN<br>
-Commodore Nigel Straun, Executive Officer, INDIGO FLEET<br>
-Commander Horatio Sinclair, Fleet Intelligence Officer, BLUE FLEET<br>
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: It's So Simple</h3>
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Kristen Gant 8-31-1996</h4>
>"But there is so much more you can have."<br>
>"Maybe, but not that way. It would be a lie. Do we have a deal?"<br>
Stardate: 80831.0857<br>
Scene: Corridor<br>
MD: 7.1330<br>
She looked at him knowing she wouldn't be able to do much better. She
really hadn't thought she would. But if there was anything that scum
of a father of hers had taught her it was that you had to ask for
more then you expected in order to make yourself a good deal.
Smiling, she said, "I'll accept you deal on one condition."
"No, no more conditions. That is the best I can do."
"I think you'll be able to do this on for me without to much
trouble." She waved her hand over her face, "I want to be rid of this
face." Zane stood dumbfounded while she continued, "It's been nothing
but trouble for me and I want a new one. Surely you can't deny me
that. Or Krysa for that matter."
Zane nodded, "I'm sure we can find someone who can help there."
"I want it done before we reach Epsilon and I want no one other then
the doctor to know what I look like." She paused, smirking, "I do
hope your doctor is good at keeping a secret."
"He is. Can we get to Krysa now."
"Very well, lead on my dear Captain."
****<br>
Scene: Sickbay.<br>
"What do you think?" Krysa asked Lt. Meleah.
"I am not a doctor. I can not determine that at this time."
Krysa sighed, "Well don't feel bad. Dr. Glin'kharr's been stumped as
well." She turned at the sound of Sickbay door opening again. Her
eyes grew wide as she stared at Commander Zane walking in with ..
herself. She'd been told about the woman who bore her face, but she'd
never seen her and it was uncanny.
"Hello, Krysa, guess it's about time we met, isn't it." Krysa frowned
at the woman, who simply shrugged it off with a wry grin. "Don't
worry, I'm here to help."
Dr. Glin'kharr approached, "What's going on?"
"She says she can help Lt. Jenn."
Glin'kharr reached for his tricorder, but Dee held out her hand,
"Don't doctor. I'll tell you all I can, so there's no need. But
first, Krysa and I have a little business. So Captain, why don't you
take all of you officers out of here and explain to your doctor, our
little deal and I'll have Krysa all better in no time."
"I'm not going anywhere." Protested Glin'kharr.
Dee glared at him, "Now listen to me, you can't help her .. Can you?
You don't have a clue what's going on here. I do and I can. Now get
out and let me do it."
"I will not allow.." Glin'kharr began growling at the woman.
Zane put his hand on the wolf's arm, "We aren't leaving."
Dee frowned, "Very well, Captain. You and the doctor may stay, but I
want everyone else out."
"But .. sir!" Glin'kharr started to protest again, but saw Zane nod
to the woman. The doctor called his people together and sent them out
of Sickbay.
Zane turned to Meleah, "We need to locate Cmdr. Maril again. Why
don't you see if you can help with that." The android nodded and
headed toward the bridge.
Zane looked back at Dee. She dramatically threw him a kiss, and
winked. He frowned, "Just remember our deal .. nothing funny."
Krysa turned to look at her double, "What did you do to me?"
Dee laughed, "I didn't do anything to you. But I know those who did
and I know what they did."
"Who are you? And how is it that you have my face."
"You can call me Dee, for that's the name I'm using today. As for
your face .. I was hired to wear it. The original plan was to take
you out and replace you with me."
"At the ring."
Dee nodded, "Unfortunately, your counselor realized I wasn't you
early on and that plan was ruined. So they came up with an alternate
plan. To link your mind to mine, so that I would know everything that
you did, no matter how far apart we were. It worked for a time." She
smirked noticing Krysa look of distaste, "How do you think Gray fleet
was so precise in their timing.
"Bur unfortunately, unknown to us, you aren't a very good telepath."
She chuckled, while Krysa grimaced. This woman definitely knew
Krysa's mind. She knew exactly where to throw her jabs. "That's why
all the headaches. If you weren't a handicapped telepath, you never
would have know I was watching through your eyes, and your thoughts."
"What about all the drugs?"
"We did use Kzinti mind drugs to help facilitate the process, that's
probably why it worked so well at first, despite your obvious flaws.
Course we did have try them out on a test subject first. I am sorry,
Doctor. Didn't know you were allergic." She grinned, but Krysa just
frowned at her. Glin'kharr growled, as Dee quipped, "You Starfleet
are all alike, no sense of humor."
"You think it's funny, playing with people's lives like this!" Krysa
retorted.
"It pays the bills." Dee said quickly. "Besides, I'm here to help. In
return I get safe passage and a new face."
"So how do you break this link."
"That's the easy part, my dear. Give me your hand." Krysa held out
her right hand to the woman, and Dee smirked, "The other one, Krysa.
The one with the ring."
Hesitantly Krysa held out her hand to the woman, glancing briefly at
the ring she still wore. The one she had received from Kavan on the
day of their marriage.
Dee promptly grabbed the ring, pulling it off, "Hey!" Krysa
protested.
She handed the ring to the Doctor. "If you study this, you'll see
it's been fused with an imprint of a combination of our brain
patterns. It's been made into a type of transmitter/receiver of
telepathic energies. As long as it's in contact with her skin, I can
read her."
"That's it!" Krysa said incredulously. "My ring!"
Dee shrugged, "Simple isn't it. Oh, they were worried when I told
them your husband was dead. They figured you'd take it off. But I
knew better and I was right. Poor guilty little Krysa, who got
married to please Daddy."
Krysa glared at the woman. She turned to Zane, "You aren't just going
to let her go after all she's done are you?"
Zane nodded, "We made a deal."
Dee chuckled, "That's right and I've kept my part. Now I want to talk
to your doctor about my new face."
Regards,<br>
Lt. Krysa Jenn<br>
****<br>
NRPG: okay so it's not the most plausible explanation :} Deal with it!! :} :} :}
Kristen<br>
--<br>
Kristen & Scott Gant<br>
http://homepage/interaccess.com/~sgant/scott.htm<br>
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