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<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: News of an Old Friend</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Kristen Gant 12-4-1996</h4> | |||
Stardate: 81204.2348<br> | |||
Scene: Bridge<br> | |||
MD: 7.1100<br> | |||
Zane was sitting in the Command chair, his thoughts focused on what was | |||
going on down on that base. Since the earlier attack, things had remained | |||
quiet. But everyone was tense and prepared for the worst. As Zane | |||
contemplated, he was interrupted by the voice of Lt. Jenn. | |||
"Captain, you have an urgent message from Starfleet Command. They are requesting a | |||
private channel." She said looking up from Ops, and toward the Captain. She | |||
couldn't help but be a little curious. Urgent messages from Starfleet Command | |||
were not the that common, particularly at the middle of a mission like this. | |||
"Now? In the middle of our mission?" Zane frowned. He really needed to be | |||
concentrating on other things. However, Starfleet could not be put on hold. | |||
"I'll take it in my ready room." | |||
He stood and headed off to the side of the bridge toward his ready room. | |||
Krysa watched him go, smiling as she thought perhaps she was far to nosy | |||
for her own good. At least it seemed to ease some of the tension on the | |||
bridge as many were wondering about the message as she was. Looking over at | |||
Jerran she knew he was thinking something similar, despite his almost | |||
constant mind block. | |||
*** | |||
Zane took a seat and tapped his screen to open the communiqué. A tall | |||
dark-skinned man appeared on the screen. His dark hair was slightly graying | |||
and his dark eyes portrayed a seriousness that did little to set Zane's | |||
mind at ease. | |||
<Captain Zane, I am Commodore Reese, Head of Theta VI UFP Prison Colony.> | |||
Zane's eyes narrowed. That was the prison facility holding Dee. He wondered | |||
what could possibly be so important that they were interrupting an | |||
important mission. "What can I do for you Commodore." | |||
<It is my understanding that you had contact with a prisoner of ours a | |||
short while ago. A prisoner known as *Dee*.> the commodore said. | |||
Zane groaned. He'd really hoped never to hear that name again. "I'm sure | |||
her exploits with the FEYNMAN are in her file, Commodore. Other then when I | |||
escorted her off my ship, I haven't spoken directly to her. Though I did | |||
receive a recorded message from her, but that's the last contact we've | |||
had." | |||
<Have you heard anything from her within the last 48 hours?> the Commodore | |||
asked. | |||
"No, I have not." Zane answered not liking the sound of this. "Not since | |||
the recorded message when she first arrived at your facility, several days | |||
ago.. What's going on, Commodore?" | |||
<She's escaped. With no clues as to how she did it. We have reason to | |||
believe she may contact you. I am hoping we can count on you to let us know | |||
if you hear anything from her?> | |||
"Of course," nodded Zane. He couldn't believe that a Starfleet High | |||
Security prison facility couldn't keep her for longer the a couple of days. | |||
Then again, she did have friends .. he shook away the thought and | |||
continued, "Though I don't know why she would contact me." | |||
<I'll be frank with you, Captain, we know what was in the recorded message | |||
she sent you. We figure she may still try and collect on whatever she was | |||
holding over you.> The Commodore frowned at Zane, <After all it did get her | |||
off your ship without being handed over to the authorities, despite her | |||
crimes.> | |||
The Captain didn't like the man's innuendo, "I assure you, Commodore, at | |||
this time there is nothing she holds that will have any bearing on me," he | |||
said vehemently. | |||
<I hope that's the case, Captain.> he said pointedly, <But none the less, | |||
if she does contact you ..> | |||
"I will let you know, sir." Zane said finishing the older gentleman's | |||
thoughts for him. | |||
<Very well, I will be in contact with you again, Captain. Reese out.> | |||
Zane sat staring at the UFP logo on the screen, wondering how he was going | |||
to tell Krysa about this. | |||
Scene: Bridge | |||
Everyone turned to watch the Captain as he exited his ready room, each | |||
waiting for some clue as to what the message had been about. However they | |||
didn't have time to ponder the question long as a light started flashing on | |||
Krysa's console, "Captain. A small vessel has just left the Reaver Base." | |||
"What is it?" | |||
"Trying to get a scan on it now," she replied. | |||
"It's the shuttlepod, sir." Said Jerran incredulously. | |||
"Confirmed," said Jenn, as though there could have been any doubt that | |||
Jerran would recognize the shuttlepod's signature. "Sir, it's heading away | |||
from the base at it's top speed. And away from us." | |||
They all turned to the Captain to await his next orders. | |||
Regards,<br> | |||
Lt. Krysa Jenn<br> | |||
OPS/2O, USS FEYNMAN<br> | |||
****<br> | |||
NRPG: Okay here is a rework of my last post, along with a little something<br> | |||
added. Sorry I'm not more creative lately :{<br> | |||
Kristen<br> | |||
--<br> | |||
Kristen & Scott Gant<br> | |||
http://homepage.interaccess.com/~sgant/gant.htm<br> | |||