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Cheers all!<br>
Cheers all!<br>
Mike<br>
Mike<br>
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Slaughter Time</h3>
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by
Kevin Thigpen 12-2-1996</h4>
Stardate: 81202.2300<br>
Scene: Reaver Base<br>
MD: 7.1000<br>
Loren had summoned up a lot of anger as he approached the wall, the Reavers
not too far behind, and he had gone through the wall. He saw the Starfleet
uniforms, so he thought that there was no trouble from that corner.
"They're after me!"
Despite the surprise the whole group had received upon Loren coming through
the wall, Allard and his officers quickly raised their rifles both towards
the wall and down the corridors.<br>
<nowiki>-----------------------------------------------------------</nowiki><br>
Allard's rifle was pointed at the nearest wall, but he was still
surprised when his tricorder suddenly registered movement directly in
front of him. He was equally surprised when a hand reached from the
solid wall and grabbed his rifle.
The next thing that happened didn't surprise the security officer at all,
but it did probably suprise whoever was on the end of his barrel as an
energy burst shot forth.
More of the walls or doors opened up to spill the figures of Reavers out
onto the away team.
[NRPG: Not going to have all the fun myself. Insert
your favorite battle scenario here guys.]
While blasts echoed around him, Loren ducked for cover as he had no
weapon. He saw the figure of a Reaver begin to come through a nearby
wall. The rest of the away team was busy firing on other forms emerging
from all around them.
As the Reaver figure began to emerge in front of him, an idea formed in
Loren's mind. He began to concentrate, using his mental abilities to
project certain feelings at the rapidly expanding opening...in the hopes
of closing it before the Reaver could step through.
The opening grew but slowed abruptly and then snapped shut. Half of the
Reaver's body lay on the 'outside' of the would be opening while the
other half remained on the other side. Loren smiled to himself as he
attempted to enlist the aide of the telepath who called him to make use
of this newfound weapon.
Respectfully submitted,<br>
Kevin Thigpen<br>
USS FEYNMAN CNS<br>
[NRPG: Had to add a little bit. I just felt like I should even the odds
a little... :) . You can pass through the walls now Melanie. Now could
somebody spare a phaser???]
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Additions</h3>
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Jason Bostjancic 12-2-1996</h4>
Stardate: 81202.2300<br>
Scene: Reaver Base<br>
MD: 7.1000<br>
<i>Loren had summoned up a lot of anger as he approached the wall, the Reavers
not too far behind, and he had gone through the wall. He saw the Starfleet
uniforms, so he thought that there was no trouble from that corner.
"They're after me!"</i>
<i>Despite the surprise the whole group had received upon Loren coming through
the wall, Allard and his officers quickly raised their rifles both towards
the wall and down the corridors.</i>
Tarrant stared at the new arrival, trying to quickly size up the
newcomer. This was just too strange to be true. But his
tricorder registered the haggard individual who just came
through the wall as a betazoid. It would have to be enough for
the time being.
<i>Allard's rifle was pointed at the nearest wall, but he was still
surprised when his tricorder suddenly registered movement directly in
front of him. He was equally surprised when a hand reached from the
solid wall and grabbed his rifle.</i>
<i>More of the walls or doors opened up to spill the figures of Reavers out
onto the away team.</i>
The CEO's mind had a second to register what the attackers
looked like. Definitely insectoid - mores specifically arachnid. four
'legs' , each about twice the size of a normal humanoids, extended
from the oval shaped body. A strong exoskeleton seemed to protect
the body and 'head' section. The tips of the legs came to sharp points,
which Tarrant noted, seemed to form a kind of puddle on the alien
floor when they touched. It explained the need for the grippy floor.
It took but a moment to observe the enemy, and in the same breath
the partial Klingon fired. The blast struck it's target mid-high on an
attacker's body. It flew back into the wall which puddled around it.
Suddenly another came through.. then another.
Tarrant tried to get a clear shot, but the corridor was too small with all
the current occupants to get a good shot off. Despite that, the rest of
the team fired on. J.C. was careful of his shots... but very effective.
The Betazoid newcomer's face was in deep concentration as one of
of the reavers became split from a closing wall.
The arachnid's were attacking using their pointed appendages. Rearing
up on the two back legs, they would wrap the upper legs around
a victim or attempt to pierce them.
"Here!" shouted Tarrant as he tossed the Rifle over to Loren.
A reaver approached their position, as Loren grabbed the rifle.
Then suddenly it's advance was stopped by the loss of a limb.
The Feynman's CEO held his Katana as yellowish fluid dripped
from the blade. With quickness surprising for his size, Tarrant
entered the melee.
*NRPG*
Sorry, but I had to give our enemy a physical form.
Figured they'd look something like the 'Shadows' from
Babylon 5 for those who are familiar.. but with a few
changes.
Respectfully,<br>
Jason<br>
Commander Tirrin Vorak - XO - USS BURKE<br>
Lieutenant Tarrant L. Koreth - CEO - USS FEYNMAN<br>
Potest esse nur unus<br>
<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.
<nowiki><I hope that's the case, Captain.></nowiki> 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>
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Coming Up to Speed</h3>
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Jason Bostjancic 12-6-1996</h4>
SD: 81206<br>
MD: 7.1030<br>
Scene: Reaver Base<br>
Thanks to Loren, the away team began to finally get somewhere
inside the Reaver base. It was difficult at first to actually focus
something as uncontrollable as anger toward an object, much less
at a wall. After a few times though they seemed to get the hang of
it. Unfortunately, Meleah was unable to 'open' a door, so Ens. Landers
became the gentlemanly figure and did so for her.
Lt. Koreth had taken a quick look at Meleah's arm, even though
she stated that, " It would be highly improbable that you could do
anything to fix considering the variables Lieutenant."
A few components he recognized, but most he did not. Finally, he
had to agree with Meleah's prognosis.
After traveling through a multitude of rooms which seemed to be quite
bare, they came to a wall which was only part honeycombed - the
rest appeared to be of known metals. Further they couldn't pass
through the section. Further on they found something even more
strange... a door. A real door, with strange etching's above it.
"What do you make of it Koreth?" asked Allard, keeping his team
facing the open walls.
"I'm not sure. The walls are made of a Tungsten-Tritanium Alloy.
According to my scans they are also suffering from fatigue evident
with extreme age." Tarrant continued his scans as did the remaining
engineering part of the team.
Allard looked back for a moment, "I couldn't even get a single reading
from any of the other 'Reaver' walls."
Meleah had already figured the answer, "That is because these are
more than likely not built by the Reavers. It seems that this base has
been taken over by the Reavers who are adapting it."
"It would explain the partial honeycomb we found a few rooms back,"
noted Tarrant. He started looking at the symbols above the door.
"I'm not familiar with these markings."
Meleah came over and took a look. The markings were not of any
modern language, but appeared to have elements of the old Vulcan
texts... Within a second her database had found it.
"It is what appears to be the beginning of the Romulan language.
Circa. around the time of the Great Schism. This sign says 'food'."
Tarrant scanned behind the door. There were a few tables and
chairs. No electronics or power readings though. "So this
base was originally created during the Vulcan's Schism.
And the Reavers just happened upon it after all these years."
J.C. shook his head, "Perhaps they didn't just wander into it
Tarrant."
A beeping from Ens. Dunnon's tricorder brought them all back to
attention. "Sirs, picking up another Reaver group. Eight in
total and heading this way."
"Time to leave," said Allard, "direction?"
Meleah pointed toward the opposite wall. "That way."
............
MD: 1045
They had come upon two other groups of Reavers. Each were
fewer in number than was present during the first encounter, and
the team quickly subdued their foes, but not without a few casualties.
The team's number was down to 7. And, unfortunately the communications
block out continued.
The last battle occurred in a room which was far different than that
of the previous ones. The honeycomb patterns were larger here,
and the light behind each was different. Walls continued upwards
about two stories.
"What do you make of it Meleah?" asked the CEO - observably
frustrated at his tricorder.
"Unknown."
Allard was also looking a bit frustrated. "We have to find that shuttle,
time is running out... I suggest we continue."
"That would be unwise Lieutenant. " said Meleah matter of factly,
"This is the first break we have found in the Reaver part of this base.
We need to try and understand it to avoid continuing blindly from one
room to the next."
.....
It was actually Loren who found the answer.. by trying a hunch.
He focused all his thoughts on the word 'why' and projected it.
A few of the honeycombs slid out of the wall, bearing controls.
Further, a section of wall seemed to change, and an image of some
type of large terminal screen appeared. Symbols flashed across it.
"What in the?..." said Dunnon who involuntarily trained his rifle
on the screen. Allard quickly brought the engineer's weapon down.
Ens. Landers explained, "The Reavers seem to project an emotion
to open the doors. I tried projecting the question why... not so
much as a word but as a feeling of curiosity. I seems to have worked."
Tarrant scanned the screen and came up with a revelation as
quickly as did Meleah, "These symbols form crude molecular patterns.
Just like those we intercepted."
The science officer confirmed.
They had a way in.
............
<NRPG>
Yes, It rambles a bit. I tried to link in a few of the FEYNMAN's finds
with that of the away team. More importantly I tried to bring us
somewhere closer up to 'date' so the ship can actually do something.
If some one would post in the next batch something that indicates
the Shuttle taking off then we'll be up to speed.
Respectfully,
Jason
Commander Tirrin Vorak - XO - USS BURKE<br>
Lieutenant Tarrant L. Koreth - CEO - USS FEYNMAN<br>
Potest esse nur unus<br>
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN:We're Outta Here</h3>
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Jason Bostjancic 12-7-1996</h4>
SD: 81207<br>
MD: 7.1057<br>
<i>"Regardless," said J.C. "were still somewhere on the base, and only
three minutes to go. I can't tell if were far enough away from the power
source." said the CSO, checking his tricorder.</i>
The lighting here was dimmed. Power direction to the older
parts of the base seemed to be a lot less than was originally required.
Tarrant began scanning also. "Our tricorders are able to penetrate
these walls. Adjusting for maximum distance." The effects of the
Dimensional Transport were slow to wear off, and the partial
kilingon had to refocus his eyes a few times.
"Which probably means were closer to the edge of the base." said
J.C. He appeared to be having similar difficulties.
Meleah quickly added, "Or further within the base."
It was a thought none of them relished.
"Adjusting.. we have an estimated two minutes, thirty seconds until
that power overload." interrupted Dunnon. He was looking a bit strained.
"Lt. Koreth, I'm picking up something.. it appears to be a warp signature.."
J.C. motioned toward a one of two doors out of the room. "This direction"
Tarrant picked it up, "Got it.. yep that's one of ours. Definitely from
a shuttlepod.- Let's move."
The remaining 7 rushed to the door to find it jammed. The locking
mechanism and low power actually being sent to the older sections
of the base didn't help matters. However, Meleah seemed to have little
trouble persuading it to open.
"Two minutes!" shouted Dunnon in between breaths
as they raced towards the signature.
60meters - 40meters - 20meters.
The hallway opened up ahead of them through which came the
unmistakable blue glow from a warp nacelle. The away team
arrived just in enough time to see the shuttlepod exit through
a forcefield into space.
All of them began looking around for a second means of exit.
The room was definitely an old shuttlebay. Pieces of ancient
ships lay strew about. As did a few pieces of more modern
equipment - like the forcefield. One of the walls showed the
beginning signs of reaver replacement.
"None of these vehicles are space worthy." Noted
Lt. Meleah as she scanned about.
Tarrant had an idea - question would be how much time
did they have. "Everyone! Scan for working lifepods
in these ships. If you find one get in - use your rifle
power packs to re-power the life-support!"
Suddenly an explosion from somewhere within rocked
the base. Sending a chain reaction running slowly through.
Lights flickered and the forcefield flashed.
With precious-little time remaining, the team entered the
last operational escape-pods from what looked like the
remains of an old Vulcan freighter. His pod was, like
the others, devoid of power, but would still seal itself
from the effects of space.
Then, as a power spike hit the equipment, the forcefield failed,
and pulled everything within the shuttle-bay out due to the change
in pressure. A second later the explosion reached the room.
Tarrant felt the force as his freighter section was blasted out
of the bay. He was locked in securely against the vacuum
of space - but had little oxygen.
Yanking the power supply out of his rifle, the CEO tried
quickly to get it compatible with the pod. With a few
'modifications' he managed to crosswire the tricorder-pod-
and power pack. As he did, the escape pod shot out from
it's confines of the scrap.
All Tarrant could do now was wait for the FEYNMAN and
prey that the others were successful.
"Tarrant to Feynman... "
Respectfully,<br>
Jason<br>
Commander Tirrin Vorak - XO - USS BURKE<br>
Lieutenant Tarrant L. Koreth - CEO - USS FEYNMAN<br>
Potest esse nur unus<br>
<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,<br>
Andy<br>
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: We Have More to Discuss</h3>
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Kristen Gant 12-9-1996</h4>
Stardate: 81209.1039<br>
Scene: Bridge<br>
MD: 7.1115<br>
<i>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 anti-climatic 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."</i>
"Sir," cried Jenn. "That signal is not coming from the shuttlepod."
"Are you sure?" Zane asked, "Mr. Koreth, where are you!"
[Lifepod, sir.]
Zane moved quickly down to stand behind Krysa who was frantically searching
for Lifepods. "Got 'em!" she cried triumphantly. "Four for sure.. wait I
think that's another one."
"Mr. Jerran abandon the pod and get those lifeboats! That base will be
engulfed in about 45 more seconds."
As Jerran maneuvered the FEYNMAN toward the lifepods and tractored them
in, Koreth filled the Captain in on their mission.
[We lost the Shuttlepod, but found one new CNS and we were able to
eradicate the computer files. The pilot that came with Ensign Landers
didn't make it.] There was a slight pause. [We witnessed some very
interesting things.]
<i>"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 you have all the lifepods...."
"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.</i>
***
MD: 7.1300
"Sir, we are being hailed by First Counsel Krazich." Said Jenn as Lt.
Jerran settled the FEYNMAN into orbit.
"Put him on, Lt."
The Saurians face filled the screen. Martin Ross could be seen standing a
short distance behind him. [Captain Zane. We have unfinished business.]
"Yes we do, First Counsel. I request that we meet to discuss it. Perhaps on
the FEYNMAN this time."
[That will be acceptable. I will beam up in one of your hours.]
Krysa noted the tension coming from Mr. Ross. However, that was nothing new
coming from the human man who had lived with these Saurians all his life.
"I look forward to it." Zane said diplomatically. As the screen faded, he
turned to Jerran, "Mr. Jerran, I would like you to be there when they
arrive, with the Tear. Do you think you can be on your best behavior?"
Regards,<br>
Lt. Krysa Jenn<br>
***<br>
NRPG: Just made some minor changes to Andy's post. You all know how I hate<br>
to throw out anything :} Hope this works for everyone ..<br>
Kristen<br>
--<br>
Kristen & Scott Gant<br>
http://homepage.interaccess.com/~sgant/gant.htm<br>
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: A Firm Maybe</h3>
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by
Andrew Catterick 12-11-1996</h4>
SD: 81211.0930<br>
MD: 7.1500<br>
Scene: Observation Lounge<br>
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"Is this a threat, Captain?"
"No, sir. I am just stating that I do not think that I could send in a
recommendation to the Federation Council for a planet which deliberately
harbors such a device, which if unintentionally allowed to fall into enemy
hands could be perverted into a most devestating weapon. In the hands of
the Reavers, this Orb could be more dangerous to the galaxy than either
the Borg or the Dominion ever were. And, if those two factions, not to
mention the Romulans, the Cardassians, the Klingons, Tholians, or a long
list of other interstellar villains ever got wind of this, there would be
no stopping them. So, sir. Again, I avail upon your wisdom as the most
benevolant ruler of Issah to consider our request and our reasoning in
this matter."
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The First Minister remained quiet for a few moments, deep in
thought, before answering. "I would very much like to return it to you
Captain. But it is not my decision, it is the decision of the Issahi
people."
"The people you lead, the ones you speak for." Zane replied.
"Captain do you know what would happen to me if I returned this to
you right now. The people would throw me out of office. They might even
condemn me as a traitor." He stood from his seat and moved towards one of
the rooms windows to look down on his world. "We have just won a
tremendous victory both physically and spiritually. My commanders and I
know how your technology made it possible. Without your help we would
certainly have been defeated. But all the people will see was brave
Issahi warriors overrunning an enemy base while a Federation warship
watched in relative safety. We died and you did nothing."
Krazich raised a claw to forestall Jerran's angry rebuke. "It is
all perception true, but that is politics and if I am to remain in power
it is a game I must play. And if you want an ally then your only hope is
that I remain in power."
"I understand what you are saying First Minister but do you
understand what is at stake? Refusing us the Tear could hold up debate in
the Federation Council for months. If you are to survive you need our
help now."
"That is true but you are in the same position. If you do not
help us then you will not survive either. It may take some time but the
Reavers will come for you. We must make a stand here or else fall divided.
Tell that to your council." Krazich smiled at the Captain, knowing he had
won this round. "But I am afraid I must leave you now. The heroes of the
battle must be welcomed home."
Zane and Jerran stood. "Lieutenant return to you post. Once the
First Council has beamed down break orbit and head for EPSILON warp 8."
"Aye sir." Jerran turned to Krazich. "Peace and long life sir."
"And to you Lieutenant. Thank you for everything you have done."
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Scene: Transporter Room<br>
"Don't worry captain, your Bajorans will soon have their tear and
its secrets will remain with me. Its power will not be abused."
"Energize." As Zane watched Krazich faded into nothingness and a
chill ran up his spine. He did not believe him.
<<<NRPG>>>
And so comes the end of an interesting mission. Thanks to all of you for
your usual great writing and ideas as well as your patience with my
periodic posting (I hope I win the lottery tonight).
For now we're on our way home so we'll have a couple of days to interact
and unwind as well as allowing our characters to meet the new CNS as well
as reflect on this past mission.
Can you please forward along any mission ideas and briefing scenarios so
Mike and I can get the ball rolling on our next adventure.
Kevin: We come up with missions by having the crew submit ideas to me. I
add comments and ideas and then forward it along to Mike Dawe (CINCSILVER)
who then formulates a mission based on our suggestions, whats going on in
the fleet and his own ideas.
Also, we have a tradition on the FEYNMAN to hold our pre-mission
briefing on the holodeck in some exotic locale. So far, venues have
included, the Great Pyramid, Ancient Rome and an underwater cavern. So if
you have an idea please submit it as well....this is a first come first
served thing.
I think all of you have let me know your availabilty over the
holidays and only one of you will be away for any great length of time so
we should have no problems with a standard mission
Any questions/problems/dilemmas let me know.
Respectfully,<br>
Andy<br>
-Captain Zane, Commanding Officer, USS FEYNMAN<br>
-Commander Horatio Sinclair, Fleet Intelligence Officer, BLUE FLEET<br>
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