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USS FEYNMAN: Moving On

by Andrew Catterick 12-1-1996

SD:81201.1100
MD:7.0930
Scene: Bridge

"Bring us around Mr. Jerran."

"Aye sir, coming to new course 245 mark 68."

"Tactical?"

"Most of the Reaver's defences are ground-based weapons. Seems to be a variation of a Romulan type disruptor. They also have a dozen or so small craft attacking the main Issahi fleet. Same configuration as the ship that destroyed SERAPIS but much smaller. Aproximately 15% larger than a standard Starfleet runabout. The Issahi have lost 4 ships but are beginning to overwhelm the base defences. Their troop transports are beginning their run."

"Any signal from the away team?"

"No sir." Jenn replied. "As expected the jamming from the base as well as the weapons fire are providing too much of an obstacle."

As the ship came around the small D-warp shuttle had come into view. It was slowly being pulled towards the base by a tractor beam. Zane thought of diverting to recover it but its path lay in the vicinity of some of the larger Reaver guns.

"Lt. Jenn can you scan the shuttle?" Zane asked hoping their closer proximity would allow the DELPHI to cut through the local interference.

"Yes sir, no lifeforms."

"Target a torpedo on that shuttle." the first officer ordered the TAC officer.

"Targeted."

"Fire!" Two seconds later the shuttle was expanding into a million pieces. The discharge ran down the tractor beam and caused minor damage to the base. The captain turned to Maril. "Did the away team know about the shuttle occupants before they left?"

"Yes. If they're alive Koreth and Allard will find them." Maril replied firmly.

"Captain we're clearing the jamming field." Jerran announced.

Zane continued his conversation with Maril. "But who the hell was on that shuttle?" As if by magic the answer came.

"Commander we're receiving a subsapce signal from EPSILON marked personnel."

Maril raised an eyebrow and turned to his display. "Transfer orders. An Ensign Landers our new CNS. Transfer for Ensign Lee to Starfleet Diplomatic Corp approved, effective immediately. She is to form a small group of FEYNMAN personnel and remain behind as a Federation envoy to Issah until an ambassador arives. End message."

Both Captain and first officer turned to face the CNS. "You requested a transfer Mr. Lee?" Maril asked. All transfer requests were to go through him.

"Uh no sir, I mean yes sir. What I mean is I requested a transfer to the Diplomatic Corp before I was assigned to the FEYNMAN. When I received my orders I assumed that the request had been denied. I am as surprised as you."

"Well Mr. Lee, it seems you have a job ahead of you I'd suggest you start developing your team." He rose as she did. "Good luck, you'll be missed."

<<<NRPG>>>

Donna, I know you wanted to write your exit but as is standard on the FEYNMAN things are moving too fast so now your character will be the diplomatic envoy to Issah untill you reactivate her (I hope you do) Good luck and I hope you get a handle on RL soon.

All:Please remove Donna from your mailing lists.

Sorry its been awhile since I posted but we're approaching the deadline at work and to call it complete and utter chaos would be an understatement. Things should settle down in a week or so but to play it safe lets call it two. But I will be avaiable daily for NRPG stuff so any questions/problems/dilemma's let me know and you'll have an answer with 24 hours or your money back.

Ok, Jason, Mike and Melanie? you've got a shuttle, a lost CNS and pilot and a possible attack against the FEYNMAN to play with ...have fun.

For us on the ship...who knows? Luckily we have the ytterbium defence as it s not foolproof lets hope they don't get too many shots.

Respectfully,
Andy

-Captain Zane, Commanding Officer, USS FEYNMAN
-Commodore Nigel Straun, Executive Officer, INDIGO FLEET
-Commander Horatio Sinclair, Fleet Intelligence Officer, BLUE FLEET

USS FEYNMAN: Into the Lions' Den PT-2

by Michael "Mike" Dailey 12-1-1996

SD - 81201.1530
MD - 7.0845
SCENE: USS FEYNMAN - Deck 14, Cargo Transporter Room [before beam-down]

SCPO Alex Tamarov entered the large cargo transporter room, the only one onboard the FEYNMAN capable of transporting large numbers of personnel at once. The doors to the cargo deck mechanically 'clanked' shut behind him, and the ACSO saw the seven members of ALPHA security squad, each with their duralloy helmets and vests. In addition to the MARK-6 sidearm, each person carried one of the new 'modified' MARK-7 rifles that Lt. Koreth's team had augmented with a standard tricorder, wiped of any Starfleet or Federation data.

Standing by the console, LTjg. Justin Allard and CPO T'Boc were working on a defective helmet. Alex walked over to his CO,

"Good morning, Sir.", said Alex to his CO. He turned to the Vulcan NCO, "you too, Mr. T'Boc." They exchanged greetings. "Is everyone almost ready?" asked the ACSO.

"T'Boc was having trouble with his helmet's communicator", said J.C. "T'Boc, we're not going to mess around with mechanical problems. Call security and have one of the Cadets bring down another helmet from the Armory. We'll send this one to Maintenance when we return.", said J.C.

"Aye, aye Lt." said T'Boc. Grabbing the helmet, he went over to the console to request the new helmet. J.C. turned to Alex.

"You're in command while I'm gone, Alex. Keep everyone alert, patrol teams in two's as long as we stay at Yellow Alert. And if the Captain calls Red Alert, I want one team on the bridge and in Engineering for the duration. Understood?", said J.C., all serious now.

Alex nodded, "Aye, Sir. And good luck to all of you." He said, addressing the entire Alpha Squad. Various 'Thank you Sirs' echoed to the Senior security NCO. All turned to face the doors as they clanked open for Lt. Koreth and his Engineering team.

They walked in to find they were the last to arrive.

"Glad to see you finally showed up." said Allard with a bit of a grin. "Thought I might have had to command this task force all by myself." Alex directed the Engineering personnel to the nearby table with their helmets, vests, side arms, and new rifles, though Ens. Dunnon and Lt. Koreth were already 'suited-up'.

Lt. Koreth grabbed one of the rifles, "And let you play with my new toys unsupervised? I don't think so 'junior'."

J.C. smiled, and jabbed the Lt., lightly of course, with the butt of his rifle. "I wouldn't let you claim all of the fun for yourself. Anyway, someone has to keep an eye on you."

Though he had met a few Klingon Cadets during his days at the Academy, J.C. had not worked or trained with any. Once posted to the FEYNMAN, the CSO was not sure how to regard the Klingon Engineer. Over the last six months, they had mutual respect for each other, and had started to become friends.

Everyone had finished gearing up, J.C. and Koreth walked to the center of the 16-man away team. Allard cleared his throat slightly, and barked "ATTENTION ON DECK!", everyone stood at attention, but Koreth turned to regard the CSO. Only a few standard years younger than the CEO, J.C.'s order had came out a bit tame, compared to Klingon standards, of course. Koreth continued....

"You've already been briefed. You know what's expected of each one of you. But remember, we're a team. If you need help, let someone know. Everyone will move in teams of two. Our priorities are the elimination of any Starfleet or Federation data we may find, and locating the shuttle." said the CEO. He nodded to J.C. for his input.

Allard turned to the team, "Weapons check, everyone. Both side arms and rifles. Acknowledge by helmet comm, so we can test them also." After 14 confirmations, everyone was ready.

"OK, everyone", said Allard "Starfleet today is not like the horror stories of 100 years ago. Engineering and Security personnel DO NOT have targets painted on our backs." The entire away team let out a small round of laughs as J.C. tried to lower the tension a bit. "Keep yourself focused on what you're doing. No one is ever expendable." J.C. eyed Koreth briefly. He had not lost anyone under his command to combat, and did not think the CEO had either. They didn't want to start now.

"All right, everyone up. Circle formation, weapons out. If you perceive something as a threat do not hesitate to protect yourselves." He knew that the speech wasn't necessary, but gave it anyway.

<Bridge to transporter room,> It was Cmdr Maril <Beam down the landing party, and may Kazanti quench the flames of Azule.>

*** SNIP ***

Allard kept track of the bio-readings... which started bothering him quite a bit. "Hold up here."

"What is it?"

"Something strange is going on. " said the SEC officer who continued to explain, "Three times now I've picked up bio readings, of at least 6 separate creatures in each group, and each time we've gotten within 50 meters they suddenly veer off... away from our location."

"Avoiding confrontation on your own base during a raid? Some thing is not right." announced Koreth.

J.C. turned to T'Boc, the strongest Telepath onboard the FEYNMAN. "Mr. T'Boc, any impressions from you?". Through his helmet, the NCO took on a blank look, as though staring at something beyond the normal visual spectrum. Seeing the look on the Vulcan's face, Lt. Koreth said, "Mr. T'Boc, are you OK."

T'Boc snapped out of whatever had occupied his thoughts for those few seconds. "It was as your scans said, Sir. The thoughts of various, and multiple unknown life forms. Extreme force of anger and hatred, and then vanish as we near them. I am at a loss to explain, Sirs." said the Vulcan security NCO.

Submitted,
Mike Dailey
Splatter2@qtm.net
Lieutenant J.G., J.C. Allard SEC-TAC - USS FEYNMAN - SILVER FLEET
Lieutenant D'doj Zzawj Ckorji MD OPS/2O - USS ELIZABETH BLACKWELL - SILVER FLEET

******** * NRPG * ********

- Jason... I back-posted a bit to add a little to the pre-beam down stuff. From there, I just went a little further. I'm not sure what you had in mind with the sticky floors, changing walls, etc. If we run into life-sized killer bee's, my team's outta here <G>. Maybe we can utilize T'Boc some more.

- Melanie... we miss you! Jump in anytime, or back-post a bit and write yourself into our group.

Cheers all!
Mike