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 said vehemently.
-<I hope that's the case, Captain.> he said pointedly, <But none the less,
+<nowiki><I hope that's the case, Captain.></nowiki> he said pointedly, <But none the less,
-if she does contact you ..>
+if she does contact you ...>
 "I will let you know, sir." Zane said finishing the older gentleman's
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 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.
+meters - 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>
+<i>
+"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."
+</i>
+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."
+<nowiki>______________________________</nowiki><br>
+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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