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<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Kristen Gant 12-4-1996</h4> | <h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Kristen Gant 12-4-1996</h4> | ||
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Kristen & Scott Gant<br> | Kristen & Scott Gant<br> | ||
http://homepage.interaccess.com/~sgant/gant.htm<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> | |||
<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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