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<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Reunion</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by | |||
Andrew Catterick 12-8-1996</h4> | |||
SD: 81208.1300<br> | |||
MD: 7.1100<br> | |||
Scene: Bridge<br> | |||
"Captain we're reading strange power buildups inside the Reaver | |||
base." | |||
"Can you be more specific?" Zane asked leaning forward in his | |||
seat. | |||
"No sir, interference is too high. Just a power buildup and it | |||
looks like a big one." | |||
The Captain spun around in his seat to face the tactical station. | |||
"What's the status of the Issahi?" | |||
"Fleet wide heavy damage but for the most part they have survived | |||
intact. Remaining Reaver opposition is sporadic and weak. Most of the | |||
Issahi troop carriers reached the asteroid. Estimate 2000 soldiers." | |||
"Captain, I'm receiving a priority call for you, Class I." | |||
Zane stared back in disbelief. They were sitting on the edge of a | |||
huge battle and had an away team on an 'enemy' base in what could easily | |||
be deemed as an act of war. First a new recruit pops into the middle of | |||
it, then the ship receives transfer orders and now Zane was getting a | |||
priority call. His first thought was to tell the officer to 'lose' the | |||
transmission, he had more more important things to worry about. But Class | |||
I? Not a good thing to ignore. "I'll take it in my ready-room." He | |||
gestured towards Maril as he rose from his seat and the two exchanged | |||
smiles of disbelief. Only on the FEYNMAN. | |||
<<<NRPG: Insert Kris' post here>>> | |||
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. | |||
"Lifeforms?" Maril asked. | |||
"Still too much interference. The power fluctuations on the base | |||
are off the dial. Showing internal explosions. Some of the Issahi | |||
landing craft are departing." | |||
"Looks like the Issai accomplished their mission." But what about | |||
the away team was the unasked question, everyone hoping that they would | |||
be the shuttle occupants. "Helm intercept the shuttle." | |||
"Aye sir." Jerran replied as he entered the necessary commands | |||
into his board. Seconds later the result was almost anticlimatic as the | |||
ship received the calm voice of her CEO. | |||
[Tarrant to FEYNMAN...] | |||
"Mr. Koreth," Zane replied with a smile. "Your timing is as | |||
impeccable as always." | |||
[Well we had some motivation sir.] | |||
"I can see that. Your motivation should totally engulf the base | |||
in about 45 more seconds. Mission results?" | |||
[Shuttle recovered, computer files eradicated and one new CNS | |||
found. The pilot didn't make it. We will dock with you in 36 seconds.] | |||
There was a slight pause. [We witnessed some very interesting things.] | |||
"Good work to you and your team Lieutenant. I look forward to | |||
reading your reports. Please pass along my welcome to Ensign Landers. | |||
FEYNMAN out." | |||
"Captain the Issahi fleet is warping out. The asteroid has only a | |||
few seconds left." The TAC announced. | |||
"Mr. Jerran the second the away team lands...." | |||
"Like a bat out of hell sir." The FCO replied with a smile. | |||
"Thank you Mr. Jerran." Zane sat back in his chair, the pride in | |||
his team beginning to wash over him. | |||
<<<NRPG>>> | |||
Hi all! Yep still out there. | |||
Looks like this is the winding down point. All we've got left now is to | |||
drop of the diplomatic team staying behind on Issahi and return the Tear | |||
of the prophet and then broach the idea of letting us keep it. Its up to | |||
you all as to how indepth you'd like to go into that before we head back | |||
to EPSILON. I'm fairly easy either way. But as long as it is not | |||
prolonged overmuch. I'd like to be back in port this time next week at | |||
the latest so we can figure out what will happen over the holidays... | |||
...which brings me to the question, what is your availability like over | |||
the holidays? Please let me know if you have access or not over Xmas and | |||
if not for how long you'll be out. The sooner the better as this will | |||
reflect on our next mission. If enough of you won't have access we may | |||
have a mini-adventure with out the ship or something along those lines. | |||
Respectfully, | |||
Andy | |||