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<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: NOGURA Medical Emergency</h3>
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: NOGURA Medical Emergency</h3>
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Joseph Baker 2-1-1996</h4>
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Joseph Baker 2-1-1996</h4>
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* I study nuclear science!        *  jobaker@chuma.cas.usf.edu *
* I study nuclear science!        *  jobaker@chuma.cas.usf.edu *
* I love my classes!              *  jbaker@deans2.cas.usf.edu *
* I love my classes!              *  jbaker@deans2.cas.usf.edu *
* I've got a crazy teacher,         ****************************
* I've got a crazy teacher,       ******************************
* Who wears dark glasses.          *  LTJG Jerran Terel        *
* Who wears dark glasses.          *  LTJG Jerran Terel        *
* Things are goin' great,          *  Flight Control Officer    *
* Things are goin' great,          *  Flight Control Officer    *
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* I study nuclear science!        *  jobaker@chuma.cas.usf.edu *
* I study nuclear science!        *  jobaker@chuma.cas.usf.edu *
* I love my classes!              *  jbaker@deans2.cas.usf.edu *
* I love my classes!              *  jbaker@deans2.cas.usf.edu *
* I've got a crazy teacher,         ****************************
* I've got a crazy teacher,       ******************************
* Who wears dark glasses.          *  LTJG Jerran Terel        *
* Who wears dark glasses.          *  LTJG Jerran Terel        *
* Things are goin' great,          *  Flight Control Officer    *
* Things are goin' great,          *  Flight Control Officer    *
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Kristen
Kristen
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: FO's Office</h3>
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Max Felsher 2-11-1996</h4>
SD 80211.2130<br>
MD 1.0700<br>
First Officer's Office<br>
Lt. Commander Maril sat in his new office, looking it over. He was slowly
adjusting to his position as FO. A beep sounded from the door.
"The shelter at Empellas," he called out. Realizing that was a bit unclear,
he simply said, "Come."
Lieutenant Jenn walked in. "You wanted to see me, sir."
"Yes, Lieutenant. Sit down," Maril said, motioning to the chair on the other
side of his desk. "I'm sure you're aware that you are now Operations Officer
on this ship."
"Yes, sir, I am," Jenn replied.
"Good. Now, how are you adjusting?"
"Well, I haven't had much time to do anything, but so far, I am adjusting,
sir. I actually wanted to talk to you about it, sir."
"As do I. Now, as you may or may not know, the Ops position is basically one
of management. You must organize who has access to the DELPHI array and other
resources and when they do. Most of this will actually be handled by the Ops
technology. Also, part of your job is to make sure there is no waste in
energy, especially during an alert situation. Finally, you have access to
sensors, communications, and ship's systems. Basically, your job is to try to
make everyone happy. Do you understand?"
"Yes, sir. I'd like to talk to you about staffing."
"Very well. Right now, the Ops staff is rather depleted. There are
basically 5 positions which you should cover-youself as OPS-ALPHA, an OPS-BETA
who is usually AOPS, an OPS-GAMMA, a Chief Sensors Officer, and a Mission Ops
Officer. The three officers for the different watches are pretty
self-explanatory. The CSensO just basically monitors the DELPHI array with any
Science or Engineering staff. And the Mission Ops officer handles the middle
aft console. He or she is basically the same as OPS, but is primarily
concerned with seeing the mission through, as opposed to handling the whole
As Jenn left, Maril sat back and thought. He was truly sad about his sister.
She had a wonderful career as an anthropology expert in the Tamarian Spacefleet
ahead of her. Maril hoped she would be okay.
The sun has met the sea,<br>
Lt. Commander Onta Maril,<br>
First Officer, USS Feynman,<br>
aka Max Felsher<br>
you know how to run OPS. Oh, I got a message from Ein begging me not to hand
him over into your evil clutches. :D BTW, Ein is no longer registered.
Mike:Okay, I did what you asked.
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Away Team</h3>
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Max Felsher 2-11-1996</h4>
SD 80211.2300<br>
MD 1.0900<br>
Bridge<br>
Maril thought about who would be on his away team.
"Lieutenant Jenn, Lieutenant Jerran, you're with me," he ordered. Ton his
his communicator, he said, "Maril to Tok. Report to Transporter Room 2
immediately."
[Aye, sir.]
Moments later, as they stepped onto the transporter pad, Maril said over the
intercom, "Maril to Bridge. We're ready down here."
[Very well. Proceed,] Zane ordered.
"Energize," Maril ordered to the Transporter Chief.
The away team beamed onto the ship. "I suggest we head to the Bridge," he
said after they rematerialized.
The sun has met the sea,<br>
Lt. Commander Onta Maril,<br>
First Officer, USS Feynman,<br>
aka Max Felsher<br>
NRPG:<br>
All:Just a really, really, REALLY short post to say who's going where.<br>
Away Team(Kristen, Joseph, Lysle):Carry on.<br>
Feynman:Don't just sit around while we're working! ;)<br>
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Dead Ship, or Deadly Ship?</h3>
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Joseph Baker 2-12-1996</h4>
SD: 80212.0239<br>
Scene: Alien Bridge<br>
Jerran thought a moment about the date which Jenn had read off of the
alien captain's log. He nodded in agreement to her when she said that it
was about 500 years old. Some of the stories he had read about this race
had mentioned a little bit about their dating system, and even though
those stories were over two thousand years old, he was able to
extrapolate them to the time of the log.
While Jenn had been reading the computer log, Jerran had moved over to
what appeared to be the helm console. Leave it to a pilot to find the
helm on an alien ship. The seat was obviously not made for a humanoid,
and Jerran wouldn't have been able to sit down in it without some major
contortions which he might not have been able to recover from.
He tried to access the console, but it was dead. Then Jenn's console
blew up. He rushed over to make sure that she and Cmdr Maril were
alright. "It doesn't look like we're going to get much information from
up here. The helm console hasn't had power running through it for a
couple of centuries, and that computer console looks like it's
irreperably destroyed."
Maril nodded as he thought for a moment. "We're going to have to go down
to the cargo bay. I don't want any of us to go down there alone."
Jerran and Jenn nodded to their XO as they and Dr. Tokk followed him out of
the bridge to the lower decks. As Jerran approached the deck, he pulled
out his phaser and set it for heavy stun, just in case. Jenn smiled
over to him and said, "Ever had to fire one of those, Lt.?"
"Of course. I was in the Bajoran Militia for a couple of years before I
went into the academy. However, I've never had to shoot at anything live
before."
Jenn nodded as she pulled out her own phaser and checked its setting.
The lift stopped at the deck and they tried to get off as the door creeked
open about halfway. Maril had to push it open the rest of the way open
so they could leave. They walked down the corridor to where the tricorder
said the cargo bay was located.
When they arrived, neither of the four officers could believe their
eyes. The huge, thick double cargo bay doors had been torn open, from
the inside...
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* I study nuclear science!        *  jobaker@chuma.cas.usf.edu *
* I love my classes!              *  jbaker@deans2.cas.usf.edu *
* I've got a crazy teacher,        ******************************
* Who wears dark glasses.          *  LTJG Jerran Terel        *
* Things are goin' great,          *  Flight Control Officer    *
* And they're only gettin' better! *  USS Feynman/NCC-66000    *
*****************************************************************
* Joseph W. Baker                                              *
* Physics Major, College of Arts and Sciences                  *
* University of South Florida                                  *
*****************************************************************
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<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN:  Fobok's Quarters</h3>
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by
B.J. Baye 2-12-1996</h4>
SD: 80212.1103<br>
MD: 1.0120<br>
Scene: Fobok's Quarters<br>
Fobok could hear the medical team trying to get in. He knew that soon, at
this rate, security would be coming with phasers. He decided he had to tell
the doctor, as he could call off the security, and leave him alone. He
walked over to the door, and quickly repaired the damage he had done. The
door opened and he faced a startled security officer, a CPO, who was just
aiming his phaser.
Fobok said, "I wish to speak with Doctor Tok, alone."
The CPO stepped aside and let the doctor come in, and opened up his
tricorder. As soon as the door closed, he said, "What is wrong, Fobok?..you
said you were unfit for duty but.."
Fobok interrupted, "I will tell you, but I need your absolute secrecy that
this is happening to me, don't even tell Matt, and that you will leave me
undisturbed."
Tok nodded, deciding not to test this apparently out of control Vulcan.
*Correction*, Tok thought, *half Vulcan, even more dangerous.*
Fobok said just the two words, "Pon farr."
Tok nodded, finally understanding. "I shall keep it a secret, but what will
you do? Do you not need to return to Vulcan?"
Fobok shook his head, "I shall not interrupt this mission, it is too
important, and besides, that is only necessary when the chosen mate is at
Vulcan..I have no chosen mate as of now.."
Tok nodded, "I suggest you find one soon.."
Fook just nodded, but didn't heed his words. Who would he find on this ship?
Meanwhile..
Matt sat in Doctor Tok's office. Nurse Tamy said Tok had gone to find out
what was wrong with his dad. He hoped Tok would come back soon..
Just a few seconds later, he entered the office, then bent down to look
Matt, who was sitting in the chair behind the desk, in the eye. "Matt,
you're father's sick..he should be alright, but you'll need to stay
somewhere else for the next few days."
Matt was confused, "Sick with what? Why did the computer say he was no
longer on board?"
NRPG: I'll let Lysle handle this response..and feel free to send Matt to
whoever you want tto stay with during this time..:)..
Scene: Fobok's quarters<br>
MD: 1.0220<br>
It suddenly popped into his mind, as he meditated. Amy, she would be the
one he would chose. *But will she chose me, with the way she ran out the
other night.*
Well, it was worth a try. He once again unlocked his door and walked out of
his quarters.
Scene: Corridor, outside WO Tharn's quarters.
Fobok walked up to the door and pressed the door chime. He had serious
trouble controlling himself now, and soon Plak-tow would obsess him. If he
didn't 'mate' soon, he probably would end up killing the first vulcan he
sees, thinking it was kalifi. "Come" he heard, and stepped in.
She looked like she was just getting ready for bed, "Oh, hello Fobok.."
He looked at her through his burning eyes, "I need you...to help me..."
Amy looked concerned, seeing, feeling, the pain he was in, "What can I do?"
He raised his hand, two fingers extended.
Amy saw what he wanted, and without hesitation, brought her hand up....
NRPG:
For that last part, I was glad I watched Star Trek III Saturday..:)..
Andy: Well, Fobok should be able to come on duty at MD: 1.1000..:)..
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Bridge-->Ready Room</h3>
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by
Andrew Catterick 2-13-1996</h4>
MD: 1:0925<br>
> The probe began to actively send back data. Finding something out of<br>
> the ordinary, it dropped out of warp and continued at sublight speed.<br>
> A visual scan slowly began to filter back to the Feynman, slong with<br>
> the readings.<br>
> There was a massive build up of Ion particles which the probe had picked up.<br>
> "Sir, the Probe is begining to send us some data, I've got a visual." Tarrant reported.<br>
> "On screen" Zane ordered.<br>
> The image of the drifting freightor snapped off, and replaced with<br>
> a vew of space. On the sides, technical readings were posted.<br>
> It was very close to a nebula which seemed to be made up of a<br>
> great number of gasses, most prvailent was hydrogen. Readings<br>
> showed a slight gravity well inside. The probe would have normally<br>
> veered off course to avoid it, but Tarrant sent a tight subspace<br>
> command for it too stay on the pre-programmed path.<br>
> Then something surprising. The readings began to show a fairly large build up of ions.<br>
> "Sir, this Ion build up would indicate that this area of space was<br>
> at one time heavily traveled." Observed Tarrant.<br>
> "But from where, you said there are no planitary systems for<br>
> many light years?" noted Cartwright from the helm.<br>
> As if to answer him, the view on the screen began to dramaticly<br>
> change. As if clouds of greenish dust began to appear, a<br>
> wormhole began to take shape. Looking like an inverted tornado,<br>
> the data showed that it was smaller than the one known in the<br>
> Bajoran System.<br>
> The little probe headed bravely into the wormhole, as it sent<br>
> back its last few readings. They could only see the begining of<br>
> the entrance before the tranmissions cut off, presumeably from<br>
> the wormhole closing....<br>
"Analysis?" Zane asked. "Was that a stable worm-hole?"
The CEO seemed lost in thought as he sat at the engineering
console staring at the multitude of information that was flashing across
his screen. "I'd rather examine the probe's findings before I give a
definite answer. There are many variables to be considered."
"Very well. I want you to use all available resources and come
up with a picture of that wormhold and the surrounding area of space."
"Aye sir." Tarrant sent a copy of the probe's findings to the
science station. Zane watched as, within a few seconds of receiving the
file the ACSciO's face took on the same glassy look as the engineer's as
information flashed across his console as well. This brought a smile to
Zane's face. He got the same feeling whenever the holodeck got a new
combat simulation.
"Ah Mr. Koreth. Before you engulf yourself in your work I have a
quick question for you. Will the ship out there be able to withstand a
prolonged tractor lock at warp speeds?"
Reluctantly Tarrant brought the image of the ship up on his
display. "Planning on bringing the ship with us sir?"
"No. The Away team will most likely be unable to learn all of
the ship's secrets but I'm sure Fleet engineer's and historians will
enjoy crawling all over it. If you feel it can handle it I'll ask
EPSILON to send out a tug and have it towed in."
Tarrant made a few quick calculations. "I don't see it as being
a problem sir."
"Good. Thank-you lieutenant, I'll leave you to your work." Zane
walked down the ramp towards the viewscreen and stared at the ship for
sometime. It's design was unlike anything he had ever seen but he found
that if he stared at it enough he could see some of the same patterns as
on comparable Kzin craft. That triggered a thought.
"Zane to away team."
[Maril here, go ahead.]
"How is your progress commander."
[We've surveyed the bridge...it was what you would expect, a lot
of fried equipment. We got one of the bridge computers working for a few
seconds and managed to view a captain's log. The log didn't contain any
information of great importance but the picture did.]
"Explain."
[Sir, the inhabitants of this vessel were a feline race. It was
hard to tell as the viewer was quite distorted but I'd say they were
somewhere between a Sivoan and a Kzinti.]
"I see." The revelation seemed to confirm a thought that had
developed in the back of his mind. "Are you still on the bridge?"
[No sir, we are beginning to head below decks. We're trying to
track down some energy readings. Have you be able to find anything?]
"Yes, Mr. Koreth launched a probe back down the ships course and
has discovered a small wormhole..." The two officers continued to
discuss the findings for a few minutes. "...very well commander keep me
updated. FEYNMAN out."
Walking towards his ready room Zane looked to the CSO.
"Lieutenant I'll be in my ready-room, you have the bridge."
<nowiki>____________________________________________________________________________</nowiki><br>
Scene: Ready-room<br>
It had been almost 3 hours since Zane had eaten and his body,
with is hypermetabolism was letting him know. "Large carafe of coffee,
black, hot. Large bowl of Pasta Carbonera." Picking up the tray he set
it down at his desk, poured himself a coffee and turned on his computer
access screen. Sitting he accessed historical/anthroplogical files.
It took some time but eventually he had narrowed the parameters
enough to find what he had been looking for. The ship they had found had
belonged to a felinoid race known as the Cesahata. It was not known
where they orginated from, but there had been numerous archeological digs
throughout this sector of space that had uncovered small settlements.
Rumours pointed to similar findings inside Kzin borders.
As was usually the case when little evidence was presented in a
mystery so intriguing just about everyone had there own theory on the
race. Ideas ranged from them being part of a parent race whose offshoots
included the Kzin and possibly the Sivoans to such exaggerated claims
that they were somesort of cosmic progenitor that moved from place to
place seeding the systems with their genes. One thing was agreed upon,
however, all of the settlements in this region, on both sides of the
border, picked up and left at the same time with what seemed to be little
warning.
Scanning the lists of theories presented one name caught the
captain's eye...Victor Fic. Fic was a noted scholar whose anthropological
findings were required reading at the Academy. If anyone had a realistic
take on this it would be him. Zane called up the file. He had to read
it several times to get the full impact, as well as to understand some of
the reasoning behind Fic's assumptions. Essentially he believed the Cesahala
were a related race to the Kzin but their civilization was far removed
from their cousins. A peaceful race, they stumbled across the Kzin
several thousand years ago and tried to reconcile. The Kzin, a true
warrior race were less interested in relations than using the superior
technology to make weapons. Fearing that they were further corrupting a
already savage race, the Cesahala withdrew and returned to their own
space.
The main problem with this theory, as Fic freely pointed out, was
the Cesahala, lived on worlds that numbered in the thousands. Surely any
grouping this large and close enough to find the Kzin would leave larger
traces of itself. *The wormhole!* Zane thought.
Flagging the file and sending it first to all the department
heads and then posting it on the ship's BBS for general perusal the
captain rose and headed for the bridge. There were still many pieces
that were missing but at least they were starting to get a better grasp
at the puzzle. Perhaps the away team would provide more answers.
<<<NRPG>>><br>
I had almost completed this yesterday morning and then my system
crashed:( I hope it doesn't conflict with other posts but I haven't
received anything that points to a problem so here goes...(I checked the
newsgroup too.)
Jason: I left the CSO with the bridge in case you needed to be elsewhere
with your research
Andy
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Out of the Frying Pan, into the fire...</h3>
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Max Felsher 2-14-1996</h4>
SD 80214.0200<br>
MD 1.1000<br>
Cesahala Ship: Cargo Bay<br>
"This is Maril to Feynman. Before Shendako falls into the sea, please!" the
frustrated FO called out. There was no response. The foe of Tok and Maril
was a huge...being. It was so shiny that even in the dim light of the cargo
bay, it was almost too bright to look at. Maril aimed his phaser and fired.
The beam simply glanced off without a flinch from the being.
Suddenly, Maril noticed a small opening into the outside corridor that wasn't
covered with metal. He pointed it out to Tok and they ran as fast as they
could. Miraculously, they escaped practically unharmed, with only a few cuts
or bruises from the pieces of metal.
"Let's head for Engineering. I have an idea," Maril said to Tok. As soon as
they were safely in Engineering, he contacted the Feynman. "Maril to Feynman.
Are you there?"
[We read you, Commander,] the familiar voice of Commander Zane sounded over
the communicator. [Your status?]
"We were attacked by a being. I will report on it later. Right now, I am
going to shut down the whole ship, including Life Support. I suggest you get
us out of here before it fully shuts off. sir."
[Very well. Feynman out.]
Now speaking to Tok, he said, "This being appears to reflect anything we
throw at it. So, we're not going to give it anything to reflect. Shutting
down all systems except for Life Support and lights in Engineering."
"Maril to Feynman. Prepare to beam Mr. Tok and then myself up."
[Aye, sir.]
Maril was ready. "Beam Mr. Tok up."
"Sir, you should go first," the CMO suggested.
"No, you're going first, Mr. Tok," the FO ordered.
As Tok beamed away, Maril pressed the button to activate the program he had
set up. "Now, Feynman." The countdown started.
"Fifteen seconds to total shutdown...14...13...12...."
Maril could also hear something crashing down the corridor.
"Ten...9...8...."
It was getting closer.
"Seven...6...5...."
It was almost there.
"Four."
It was entering the room. Finally, the beamout occurred. Maril thought to
himself how those must have been the longest 11 seconds of his life.
He stepped off the transporter pad on the Feynman and headed for the Bridge.
As he walked on, signs of relief could be seen on most people's faces.
However, the relief was short-lived.
"Sir, I'm reading explosions occurring on the alien ship. There are more and
more of them as it continues," Lt. Jenn reported.
"Sir! The explosions are reaching the ship. They're pushing us towards the
wormhole!" Lt.<jg> Charles exclaimed.
"Shields up," Maril ordered. After receiving a nod from Zane, he ordered,
"Full reverse until we can go to warp, Mr. Jerran."
"It's not working, sir. We're still going towards the wormhole!" Lt.<jg>
Jerran said with dismay.
"Brace for impact in 5...4...," Jenn ordered.
Thr sun has met the sea,<br>
Lt. Commander Onta Maril,<br>
First Officer, USS Feynman,<br>
aka Max Felsher<br>
NRPG:<br>
All: Well, that solves one problem, opens up another. Hmmm, I wonder where this
wormhole leads. :)<br>
Andy: I hope we *do* get the _Asimov_ back. :)<br>
Kristen: Ein is yours to kill, maim or otherwise disgrace. ;) The other 3
positions or so, you have to create NPC's. You don't really have to fill the
CSensO or MissOps position, or you could have one NPC cover a couple of the
positions.<br>
Lysle: Sorry I had to get you out of there so quickly. ;)<br>
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Alien Cargo Bay</h3>
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Joseph Baker 2-13-1996</h4>
SD: 80213.2047<br>
Dr. Tok was the first to speak as the group of officers stared at the
gaping hole in the doors leading to the cargo bay, "Now we have a good
idea of what happened to the crew."
"Yeah," said Lt. Jenn. "But the question now is to find out what
happened to the thing that was in there."
Jerran moved closer to the door to get a better look inside. None of the
lights were on, so he had to switch on a small light that was strapped to
his wrist. All along the cargo bay were bodies, about a hundred of them
at Jerran's first guess. They all looked like the felinoid creature
which they had seen in the log up on the bridge. And none of them were
in too good of a shape, either.
Jerran pulled out his tricorder and moved in, cautiously scanning the
room with it, the light, and his phaser. Commander Maril was close
behind, covering Jerran with his phaser as Lt. Jenn and Dr. Tok brought
up the rear. Tok pulled out his medical tricorder and began scanning one
of the bodies nearby.
"This can't be right," said the blue skinned Bolian CMO. "The bodies
haven't decomposed a day since they died, but by not only the log, but
also the atomic decay levels in their bodies, they've been dead for over
five centuries."
Jerran nodded as he continued to look cautiously around the room. "The
ship probably lost life support a short time after the crew died. Some
sort of automated system may have brought it back online once the FEYNMAN
came near it."
Jenn glanced out towards the door as she said, "That would be consistant
with the sudden energy readings we detected upon our approach."
"And if they did loose life support," Tok said as he continued to scan
the bodies, "Then the ship might have dropped in temperature enough to
freeze the bodies and slow their decomposition to a halt."
Maril didn't like the sound of that at all as an idea formed in his
head. "Doctor. If the temperature of the ship was brought down far
enough, would that also mean that it could be possible for whatever did
this to still be alive somewhere on this ship, protected by suspended
animation?"
Tok looked up from the body and said, "That is a distinct possibility,
sir. That would also mean that our arrival has awoken something that
killed the entire crew of this ship."
"And if it is here," Jerran said, "Then we might not have picked it up on
our sensors because it could just be waking up, in which case it wouldn't
put out any life signs."
Jenn stood up and looked towards Jerran saying, "And there's also the
possibility that whatever it is might not register on our sensors."
"That might not be entirely true," the XO said as he looked at his
tricorder. "I'm detecting some movement. It's on this deck, just a few
bulkheads foreward of the cargo bay, and moving towards us."
<NRPG>
I think it might be time for a hasty departure, unless there's something
wrong with the FEYNMAN's transporters <EG> I'll leave it up to the rest
of yall to decide what happens next <G>
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<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Oh So Carefully</h3>
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by
Jason Bostjanic 2-13-1996</h4>
Scene: Shuttlebay<br>
MD: 10950<br>
WO Charles Dunnon was on duty in the shuttlebay, and unfortunately
he found himself paired up with CPO Norris. It wasn't that Norris was
hard to get along with... it was quite the opposite.
"..and then, get this sir, little Betsy started to eat the marigolds!
Just up and started chewin on them right in front of Mr. Yorktown
himself. "
The skinny petty officer couldn't have weighed more than 105 lbs.
In fact, Dunnon found it partially amazing that the PO was able to
go down in the turbolift without being lifted off of the floor.
After a while he was usually able to phase him out, but then other
times his stories were so ludicrus that he couldn't help but remark
on them... and that would always lead to another story.
"A goat... on the grounds of Starfleet Academy, eating the Admiral's
flowers." There was a tinge of disbelief behind those words.
Dunnan had hoped that his counterpart would have picked it
up, but it blew by.
"Yes sir, you can imagine how hard it was for us not to start cracking
up laughing, because well... you see there was this one time that me
and this guy Brian laughed at... did I tell you about Brian?"
"Let me see, he was the one whose mother claimed to be transwarped
back in time, and gave Zephram Cochran the idea for warp travel,
but then was pulled back through the Mt. Fiji time portal to come home."
He stared, dead eyed, at Norris, almost praying that he would get the
hint.
"That's the one! Only it wasn't Mt. fiji, it was the Great Pyramid in
Egypt. Mt. Fiji was the volcano that my Uncle first dove into with
his thermoprotective tephlon suit... "
Duncan could only shake his head. There was no way to get through.
Luckily the sound of his communicator beeped in. Mouthing the
words 'thank you' he tapped his badge.
"Dunnon here."
<This is Cartwright, I need you to start running some diagnostics on
the TOMONAGA. The lieutenant is planning on making some
changes on the shuttle, but we need a full check on it before we
start.>
"It will be a *pleasure*, in fact I'll get right on it."
Bringing up his most sympathetic face he turned to Norris, "Sorry,
duty calls. You'll just have to tell me some other time."
Without waiting for a reply, he turned and headed towards the
TOMONAGA. Once inside, Dunnan fired up the shuttle and began
running the checks. The soft hum of the power was such a
nice change compared to the non-stop chatter he would normally
have to bare.
..............
'Ahhh.. yes. It is time. I had wanted to just start with one.. but
the both of you should do fine. Let's see... I'll let the
little one watch as you die.... warrant officer.
Let's see, should I break his neck, or cut it. Cutting caused
so much blood.. but it would also cause the most fear, and
it was certainly more... disturbing to watch.
Yes I... No. He's talking... the communicator. No.. where
are you going? Don't... ahhhh. That's it, go to the shuttle.
It will make things so much more interresting. In fact...
*That* is it! How perfect... YOU will be the first little one.
It won't be as painful as I'd like... but you will do just fine...
It would have been only a matter of time anyway...
you all must die.
.........
<Bridge to shuttle bay>
"Norris here. What's up?"
<Where's Officer Dunnan? Sensors and visual just went
off line down there. The back-ups too. Is everything all
right?>
"Looks so to me... Dunnan is running diagnostics on a
shuttle, I'll look into it. Norris out."
He never got a chance to turn around. A hard blow to the
back of his head brought the CPO into blackness.
..........
<Warning... warning... shuttlebay doors opening.>
Dunnan looked out the shuttle window and found that
the doors really were opening.
<Bridge to Dunnan, what is going on down there! Have
you opened the bay doors?> It was captain Zane, and
he sounded.. well pissed.
"I uh... no sir. I've been running diagnostics. CPO
Norris is the only other one down here." The WO
was about to open the shuttle's door when the computer
sounded again.
<Warning.. Shuttle bay containment field deactivating>
"Norris... Norris!" franticly WO Dunnan tried to get the man
to answer over his communicator. There was no reply.
The shuttles were magneticly attached to the floor, and he
had sealed the TOMONAGA before entering with the hopes
of keeping out Norris's constant chatter. All he could do now
was turn and watch as the containment field dropped.
In horror, he watched as the artificial atmosphere inside was
sucked out. Later he would think it to be some kind of
whirlwind effect. He saw the engineering kit he left outside the
shuttle get sucked into the vaccum of space. And behind
it CPO Matt Norris.
The computer terminal from which both men had just talked
only fifteen minutes before blicked with just a single message.
"NO MORE" Norris's comm-badge was magneticly attached...
<NRPG>
It begins... but oh so carefully. <VBEG>
A suicide??? NO... but it may take some looking into
before that is ruled out.
For security: There are no traces left as to who might
have disconnected the sensors and visual cameras (and
the backups) inside the shuttlebay.
For medical: Well, from what I hear, the leftover results
leading from being 'vaccumed' don't leave much. But
should you be able to somehow find out anything, you'll find
the head trauma was caused by a blunt strike to
the head... whether or not it was caused by something hitting
it or it hitting something is inconclusive.
For engineering (ME): The sabotage is quite simply the
crosswiring of the sensor power sytems into the sensor
output. Works every time.
For counselor(s): Norris's logs and what not show that
he was disappointed at not having advanced further
within the two months on board, but he was understanding
why. There is no mention of suicide.
Respectfully,
Jason Bostjanic
Lieutenant Tarrant L. Koreth - CEO - USS FEYNMAN<br>
Lieutenant (jg) Laryn Spyyre - CEO - USS HUNTINGTON<br>
"Quoth the Raven 'Nevermore'"<br>
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: I Don't Know What to Call This One</h3>
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Kristen Gant 2-13-1996</h4>
Stardate: 80213.0001<br>
Scene: Transporter Room<br>
Lt. Jenn stepped off the transporter pad. She turned to wait for the
others. Jarren was the next to get transported.
“We've got both of them, sir. Preparing to lock on to Dr. Tok.” said
the transporter chief.
[Maril to Feynman. We have a situation here! Beam us out!]
“Sir! We can't get a postive lock on you at the moment.”
Jenn turned to the transporter chief. “What do you mean you can’t get a
positive lock on them? Get them out of there!”
“I’m trying, sir... uhh, ma’am... I mean...” The man’s fingers were
flying over the controls to no avial. Jarren to the controls to see if
he could help.
<What’s going on down there!> demanded Zane over the comm link.
“We can’t get a lock on Commander Maril or Dr. Tok, sir.” said the
transporter chief. “The gravimetric interference from the wormhole is
preventing it.”
“I’ve got to get to the Bridge,” said Jenn. She hoped from the her Ops
station she might be able to detect what ever was over there on that
derelict. “Terri, come with me. Ens,” she said to the transporter chief,
“Get those transporters working!”
Scene: Bridge
Jenn and Jarren entered the bridge. They hurried down to thier
perspective stations. WO Ein got up and made room for Jenn.
“Sir,” Jenn said to Zane who was just coming out of his ready room, “The
ship is beginning to power up again.”
“Feynman to Maril, what is your status?”
There was no response.
“Transporter room, how is that lock coming?”
<Still unable to make a lock, sir. Something is blocking it.>
“It’s moving!” shouted Jarren.
“Confirmed,” said Jenn, “It’s moving straight for that wormhole, not
very fast, but definately headed in that direction.” She looked up a
Zane, her face full of concern.
“Mr. Koreth, Tractor Beam! Don’t let that ship get away.” said the
Captain.
“Tractor beam on. We have the ship, it’s not going anywhere.” Koreth
informed him.
Jenn stood up and looked at Zane. “There is something on that ship. It’s
very strong and it killed the crew! We have to get Maril and Tok.” Zane
nodded trying to think of his next step.
Regards,<br>
Lt. Krysa Jenn, Ops/2O<br>
*****<br>
NRPG: Uhhh, I don’t know where else to go, so I stopped to let someone
else take over. Just thought I’d throw in somemore glitches.
Max and Lysle: Don’t get caught, okay<G><br>
Kristen
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: New Friends</h3>
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by
Andrew Catterick 2-14-1996</h4>
SD:80214.1100<br>
MD:1.1000<br>
Scene:Bridge<br>
<<SNIP>>
<Warning... warning... shuttlebay doors opening.>
"Bridge to Dunnan, what is going on down there! Have you opened
the bay doors?" Zane asked half annoyed, half shocked.
[I uh... no sir. I've been running diagnostics. CPO Norris is the
only other person down here.] The WO replied.
"Well what the hell is going on down there?" Zane's patience was
thinning. There was no response. "Mr. Dunnon....Mr. Dunnon?" Zane
looked to the CSO "Get someone down there."
<<SNIP>><br>
Things were getting much worse. Zane still had not been able to
find out what had happened on the shuttle deck but that was only one of
his worries. The away team had been investigating a seemingly dead ship
had been attacked by some sort of creature. Only two of the team had
been beamed back orginally but after some quick thinking by the
first officer the FEYNMAN was able to retrieve the rest.
"Sir, I'm reading explosions occurring on the alien ship. There are
more and more of them as it continues," Lt. Jenn reported.
"Sir! The explosions are reaching the ship. They're pushing us
towards the wormhole!" Lt.<jg> Charles exclaimed.
"Shields up," Maril ordered. After receiving a nod from Zane, he ordered,
"Full reverse until we can go to warp, Mr. Jerran."
"It's not working, sir. We're still going towards the wormhole!" Lt.<jg>
Jerran said with dismay.
"Brace for impact in 5...4...," Jenn ordered.
<<SNIP>><br>
As Commander Zane was able to regain his balance again he
shouted, "FULL stop, Jerran! Let's find out where we are!"
They were already down to about half impulse as Jerran eased the
ships velocity down the rest of the way. "Scanning the area with the
navigational array now, sir." He furrowed his brow and frowned as the
computer paused trying to compute their position.
"Well, Lt?" Said Zane as he came to stand between the
helm and ops stations.
"I'm trying, sir. The computer's having a lot of trouble trying
to get our position." Jerran was just about to switch to manual
triangulation when the computer brought up the results "I've got it, sir.
The computer says we're not even in our own galaxy. We've travelled
almost 40 million light years in a few minutes."
The security chief looked up from his console and said, "We're
not alone, Captain."
The viewscreen changed from a starfield to a view of five ships which
looked similar to the frieghter which they had just watched explode.
Except, these ships were obviously not freighters. They were warships,
each about twice the size of a Galaxy class.
Commander Zane calmly turned to Lt. Jenn and said, "Open hailing
frequencies."
The image of the five ships flickered and was replaced by that of
a large, smiling cat, something closer to a tiger actually. "I am
Commander Zane of the Federation Starship FEYNMAN."
"Greetings commander. I am Tauk, captain of the Cesphalain ship
RESOLUTE. Welcome to the Galaxy Andromeda, well thats what you of the
Federation call it we of course have our own name."
"Thank-you for your warm greetings Captain Tauk. Please let me
apologize for dropping in on you like this..."
Tauk raised a dismissive hand. "Commander, apologies are not
necessary. We truly welcome your arrival. It has been some time since
we were visitors of your galaxy and look forward to hearing of its progress."
Zane seemed somewhat relieved. As good as the FEYNMAN was it
certainly couldn't take on five warships. "Captain Tauk how is it that you
happened to be waiting for us. Certainly you do not leave warships
protecting this wormhole."
Tauk laughed. "Well that is true and not. We leave one ship
here as a sentinel. But to answer your question we knew you might be
coming ever since you found our freighter. It is an unassuming probe
is it not? Once contacted it relays its findings to us and we arrive
to greet our guest." Tauk paused. "But surely you must no this
commander. The information files we left behind for you to find are quite
clear."
Zane briefly described the events leading up to their arrival.
Tauk was visibily dismayed. "I assure you we know nothing of this. That
ship was designed simply as a welcoming bouy to our galaxy. We have only
the most peacful of intentions. Thi creature you describe was not of our
doing."
Zane accepted the answer...for the time being.
"But commander I am being rude. You are our first guests in a
very long time and must be treated as such. Please escort my vessel
back to the home world. My leaders look forward to meeting with you.
Our last diplomatic mission to your galaxy failed and it is our
greatest hope we can establish relations with your Federation.
I would also like to invite you and your fellow officers to a
banquet in your honour celebrating the midday meal. Will you accept?"
"Of course Captain Tauk! My officers and I are greatly honoured
by your gracious offer and look forward to meeting you and your officers."
"Excellent! We will prepare for your arrival in 3 hours. Tauk out."
As the image of Tauk was replaced Zane turned to the OPS
officer. "Were you able to 'read' their feelings lieutenant?"
"Yes sir. I sensed nothing but good will and excitement. Tauk
and his crew see our visit as a momentous occasion."
"Good." Zane was clearly relieved. He turned to the CSO. "Any
word on the flightdeck."
"Secuirty is present but they has of yet ascertained nothing."
"Mr. Charles I want you to look into this investigation
personally." He turned to the FCO. "I think you better accompany him
down to the shuttlebay, Mr. Charleswill fill you in. Gentlemen I want some
answers to this before we beam over to the RESOLUTE.
As the turbolift doors closed Zane walked up to the Engineering
station to examine any damage the ship may have sustained through the
wormhole.
<<<NRPG>>><br>
Just cut and pasting a few things together...
Hey, how did the wormhole get so close? <G>
Okay it looks like we have our first diplomatic mission. This could be
the first inter-galaxy treaty so make sure your dress uniforms are pressed.!
As for the evil presence lurking about....well I don't know you tell me!
Andy.
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Shuttlebay</h3>
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Joseph Baker 2-14-1996</h4>
SD: 80214.2223<br>
Jerran got up from his flight console as soon as Ensign Cartwright
arrived to take his place so that he could go down to the shuttledeck to
help with the investigation of PO Norris' accident.
He thought about it for a moment, thinking that it was probably some
careless error, but he doubted if it was an error on WO Dunnon's part.
He was one of his best, and most experienced shuttlepilots. You don't
rise to through the enlisted ranks to get to WO without being the best at
what you do.
Jerran stepped out of the turbolift as it reached the shuttledeck. He
nodded to the security officer standing by the door as he walked through,
heading towards WO Dunnon and LTJG Charles.
Jerran nodded to the CSO as he turned to Dunnon and said, "OK, what
happened, Mr. Dunnon?"
"I don't know, sir. I was in the TOMONAGA carrying out those
modifications which you wanted when I heard the alarms going off telling
me that the door was openeing. Then, the atmospheric containment
forcefield shut off.
"Lt. I swear that I double checked those systems just an hour ago, and
they were all five by five. There is no way that thing just opened by
itself _and_ shut off the forcefield."
Jerran nodded as he glanced around the room saying, "Agreed."
Charles shook his head and said, "I haven't found anything to suggest
sabotage, Mr. Jerran. This place is as clean as Dr. Tok's OR."
"What about the sensor systems? Why did they cut off?"
"Lt. Korreth's engineers are still looking into it."
As if on cue, one of the yellow shirted engineers who were rummaging
through an access panel in one of the walls came running up to the
lieutenants and said, "Sir! I think I've found something!"
Charles turned to the crewman and said, "What did you find?"
"Well, sir, just about anyone could have disabled the sensors, but it is
certain that they were sabotaged. It was simply a matter of crosswiring
the sensor power systems into the sensor output. Textbook case. Works
everytime."
Lt. Charles wasn't too happy about a sabour getting away with murder,
literaly, on his shift. "We're going to have to tear this ship apart
till we've found that killer. And do it before anyone else gets hurt."
Jerran handed a PADD he was looking at over to WO Dunnon and said, "Yes,
but we're not going to have time to do it now. We've got a first contact
to get ready for."
"Mr Dunnon," Jerran said turning to the WO. "Give Lt. Charles' security
crew any help you can and keep me appraised of the investigation."
"Aye, aye, Lieutenant," said the WO two officers headed off the shuttlebay.
***
Scene: Corridor, Sr. Officers' Deck
Lt. Jerran wasn't too happy about the murder of CPO Norris, to say the
least, and his disposition didn't improve over the idea of having to put
on his dress uniform yet again. Even though his mother was a diplomat,
and she had made him come to many diplomatic functions while growing up,
he was neither good at it nor did he very much enjoy it.
As he walked down the corridor, it dawned on him just how quiet it was in
the middle of a shift. Most people on Beta and Gamma shifts were asleep
right now, or otherwise off duty, and so the corridor was almost
disserted.
Suddenly, Jerran felt something in the back of his mind, something very
similar to the presense he had felt a couple of days ago near the
holodeck. He stopped dead in his tracks, turning to scan the corridor
behind him. There was nothing there, but he could still feel it.
Jerran tapped his badge and said, "Computer, scan the deck for any
non-FEYNMAN life readings."
<No anomolous life readings detected.>
*That's not right,* he thought to himself. *Something is here.*
Jerran pulled out a small type I phaser, setting it to heavy stun, as he
walked cautiously down the corridor. He came up to a bend in the
corridor, and stood flush against the wall as he prepared to turn the
corner. When he did, he almost scared the life out of a crewman as he
came along and saw the half Vulcan FCO with his phaser drawn.
"Is there... uhh... something wrong, Lt?" The young man stammered.
"No, crewman," Jerran said. "Just a tactical excercise. Just go about
your business."
"Yes, sir," he said, as he continued walking down the corridor.
Jerran took another glance down the hallway as he continued back over to
his quarters. Whatever it was, the presense had left when the crewman
had arrived. If Jerran disliked murder investigations and diplomatic
functions, he definitely detested being stalked.
***
Well, my hibrid friend. It appears yo uare going to cause a lot of
trouble. Not only do you have some unforseen advantages, but you also
seem to be most paranoid. All the more fun, though, as I toy with you
untill I decide it is time for you to die. Oh, and you will most
certainly die, along with the rest of the crew of this tiny ship.
Ah, but wait. What's this? New ships? Ahhhh, you've brought me more
victims to toy with. So much the better!
<NRPG>
Oooooo, this is getting fun <G>
As for that wormhole, I don't know how it got there so fast. It just
popped up out of no where ;)
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<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Krysa's Experience With the THING</h3>
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Kristen Gant 2-14-1996</h4>
Stardate: 80214.1549 (OOXXOO) Happy Valentine's Day!!<br>
MD: 1. 1015<br>
Ens. Blayne Chesterton was sitting in the Counselor's Office, quite happy
with the turn of events. With Krysa being transferred up, she had control of
the counseling office. The post wasn't secure by any means. Starfleet was
well known for changing staff at a moments notice. But she had her fingers
crossed. Perhaps her transfer orders and the orders for a new counselor
would come across the Admiral's desk at the same time.
<Ens. Chesterton to the Shuttle Bay><br>
Blayne jumped at the call. "On my way." Her first chance to prove that she
could be useful. She quickly exited the office telling Crewman Cassey she
would be back later.
Upon arriving in the Shuttle bay she found Lt. Jenn already there ahead of
her. She was a little disappointed that she wouldn't be doing this on her own.
"Blayne, I'm glad you are here. I have to get ready for a banquet soon, so
I'm not going to be able to help you with this one. Do you think you can
handle the counseling end of this investigation?"
Blayne smiled, "Of course, Lt. You can count on me."
"Good. Please just ask if any problems come up that you need help with
okay." With that Jenn turned and left Blayne to her first assignment.
Lt.(j.g) Charles walked up to her. "Ens. Chesterton. We are sure that this
is a murder investigation, so I'm not sure what you can do, but Lt. Jenn
insisted that you be included."
He went on to fill her in on what events had happened.
Scene: Corridor<br>
Krysa headed toward the turbolift. As she walked down the corridor, the
empiness and the silence began to get to her. It had never bothered her
before. She couldn't understand why it did now.
She stopped to listen. There had to be something. Some noise coming from
something. It dawned on her that she didn't even hear the normal empathic
noise she usually did when surrounded by so many living beings on a
starship. It was like there was a hole on the telepathic level. She wondered
if something was wrong. Was she losing the abilities that she had left?
She hurried to the turbolift. "Sickbay," she muttered not liking the
emptiness she was feeling. The turbolift stopped, and she rushed out almost
tripping over a young ensign, on her way out.
"Excuse me," she mumbled. The young man smiled and nodded. He moved to make
room for her to pass, when Krysa felt the familiar rush of human feelings.
She grabbed the ensigns hand, "Wait!"
"Are you alright, Sir?" He asked.
Krysa hugged the poor ensign, who she was sure thought she had gone mad. But
she didn't care. She could still feel them, she hadn't lost it. Then she
sobered slightly wondering what had happened down on the other level.
As if suddenly remembering the man she was hugging, she let him go
embarrassed. "I'm so sorry, ensign. I'm just so glad to feel you!" Regaining
her composure she continued her trek to Sickbay. She thought perhaps she
should still get this checked out. She definately never wanted to experience
that again.
Regards,<br>
Lt. Krysa Jenn<br>
****<br>
NRPG: My thought here is that whatever this thing is it lives on fear, so it
creates an empathic hollow of a sort around it. Krysa, not having full use
of telepathic abilities can't sense it, just the empathic hollow. Okay, I
know there is a bit of a stretch making a distinction between telepathic and
empathic abilities, but I thought it would make things interesting<EG>
Kristen
(AKA - Dr. Janna Swansen, CMO, USS Bismarck, ASR)<br>
(AKA - Lt. Krysa Jenn, Ops/2O, USS Feynman, ASR)<br>
(AKA - Ens. Ainese Kev, CSciO, USS Magellan, WW)<br>
(AKA - Bree, Broken Lands, WW)<br>
(AKA - Darlea & Makayla, Dragon Lands, WW)<br>
(AKA - Dr. Darla Shane, CMO, Starbase 109, UFPI)<br>
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Investigating and Dressing</h3>
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Colby D. Beck 2-15-1996</h4>
Scene: Jordan's quarters<br>
Jordan reviewed the PADD containing the results of the investigation so far.
Having someone die on his watch was bad enough but a murder was unheard of.
As he put on that hideous dress uniform, he thought about some things.
"Jordan to Mancuso"
(Mancuso here, go ahead)
"Chief, about this murder. Find out from engineering how many people aboard
the ship could have crossed those wires. Its a long shot, but maybe the
procedure wasn't that easy."
(Aye Aye Sir)
"Jordan to Lt. Williams."
(Williams here)
"Lt. please report to my quarters."
(Now?)
"Yes now." Jordan thought he might like this.
The Marine CO walked into the quarters a few minutes later looking somewhat
quizzidly at Jordan's dress uniform.
"Lt. As you know, the remaining Marines aboard the Feynman have been put
under Security control. That means my control. Now, we've had an incident
in the Carbo Bay. I want you to start a roving patrol of the decks and post
guards outside the critical areas of the ship except the Bridge. Have the
rotation schedule on my desk by the time I'm ready to hit the sack tonight."
"But..." The Jarhead tried to cut in.
"Thats all Lt. I have to go. Dismissed."
Williams stalked out of the room. Jordan did like that. He may actually be
able to handle this first contact now.
Lt.(jg) Jordan Charles<br>
<<NRPG>><br>
Andy: Not sure if Jordan was invited to this shindig, but hes an
ex-boyscout so hes prepared.
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<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Ready to be Diplomatic</h3>
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Kristen Gant 2-15-1996</h4>
Stardate: 80215.1421<br>
Scene: Sickbay<br>
MD: 1:1100<br>
Krysa walked into Sickbay and was met by Nurse Tamy.
"Good afternoon, can I help you." she asked.
"I just had a really strange experience and would like to see the doctor
about it." Nurse Tamy explained that Dr. Tok was on the bridge, but that Dr.
T'Kin was available.
Krysa told the Vulcan what had happened to her. With no feeling at all the
Doctor listened to Krysa's story and began to run some neural scans. The
exam took only about 15 minutes.
"There is nothing wrong with you, Lt. I can not explain what happened, nor
can I promise you that it will not happen again. It is most likely related
to your accident during adolesance."
"So why is it just happening now?"
"Perhaps due to the number of telepathic experiences that you have had
recently. You did mention the incident with Lt. Jarren. Possibly you were
overloaded."
"Are you saying I 'shorted out' for a while?"
"Very likely." Said the Vulcan matter of factly. "If you do not have any
other questions, you are free to go. I do not think it will be a problem for
you."
Feeling not quite satisfied, but also not having the time to argue, Krysa
nodded and headed for her quarters to prepare for the banquet. She tried to
put the experience out of her mind, hoping that it wouldn't happen again.
Scene: Transporter Room
Krysa joined the other officers in their dress uniforms in the transporter
room to await the okay for beam out to the other ship. She still enjoyed
diplomatic functions despite the uncomfortable dress uniforms.
Regards,<br>
Lt. Krysa Jenn, Ops/2O<br>
****<br>
NRPG: Lysle, I hope I used T'Kin properly.<br>
Jason, Hope this was a good out for you villian<G> I am glad I didn't screw
anything up for you.
Andy, When do we get to beam over??
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Kristen and Scott Gant<br>
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<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Transporter Room</h3>
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Joseph Baker 2-15-1996</h4>
SD: 80215.1637<br>
Ltjg Jerran stood in the transporter room patiently waiting for the other
officers to arrive in order that they may all beam over to the alien
ship, the RESOLUTE. He was glad to see that Lt. Jenn was one of the
first to arrive, as he would finally have a chance to talk with her about
his recent experiences.
"Lieutenant, could I have a word with you for a moment?"
"Sure, Terri," she said as she stood up on the transporter pad with him.
Jerran gave a look to the transporter chief that told him that this was
to be a private conversation, so the chief took the opportunity to go
check on the pattern buffers.
"What's the matter? You look a little shaken by something?" she said.
He raised an eyebrow and said, "That's funny. I was just about to say
the same thing about you."
"The truth is that I think I've been having some really bad mental
reactions to that little bump I got on my head in the NOGURA. The other
day when I was walking to the holodeck in the stardrive section, I could
have sworn that I felt something, someone, following me. Some sort of a
very strong telepathic presense. And then it happened again today just a
little while ago when I was walking to my quarters. I almost shot at a
crewman who was walking by."
"What kind of telepathic presense do you think this is?"
"I don't know. I just felt something there. Something that wasn't
normal. Now usually, I'm just a touch telepath. It takes something
really strong to get me to sense it over that much distance. Unless, of
course, this is just some sort of halucination brought about by that
accident in the runabout."
Jenn thought for a minute and said, "It just might be related, then."
"What might be related?" asked Jerran.
"I've been having some strange empathic perceptions lately, also. Mine
were more like a hole of some sort where I just couldn't sense anything
at all, not even the usual background emotions of the crew. I almost
thought that I had lost my empathic abilities. Maybe that mind link we
shared on the NOGURA had more of an effect on the two of us than we thought."
Jerran still didn't look convinced as he said, "I don't know. It just
seemed so real. And then there was CPO Norris little accident in the
shuttlebay."
"Do you think they could be connected? That would mean that there is
something on the ship that is capable of murdering one of our crewmen."
Just then, the rest of the officers filed in, their dress uniforms neatly
pressed, moving to step onto the transporter pads with Jerran and Jenn.
<NRPG><br>
Get the straight jackets ready. Krysa and Jerran are ready for the funny
farm ;)
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<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Ready Room-->Transporter Room</h3>
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by
Andrew Catterick 2-16-1996</h4>
SD:80216.0830<br>
MD:1.1240<br>
"Captains log stardate 80216.1240.....<br>
We are preparing to beam over to the RESOLUTE and I must admit
that I am a little nervous at the prospect of conducting the first
diplomatic exchange with beings of another galaxy. Although they seem to
have the best of intentions and are generally interested in setting up
some sort of contacts between our two peoples I know that I am not a
diplomat. I do not have the patience for flowery language and the wink
and nod deal making that goes with it. I am hoping that the officers of
the RESOLUTE, as naval officers, will be of the same feeling, at least
then I will have some time to ease into this before meeting with their
world's leaders and ambassadors. At least I can rely on my second
officer, her diplomatic training as well as her empathic abilities will
be of great service. And of course if worse comes to worse we can
release Dr. Tok on them. Surely they have never experienced converation
with a Bolian!
The investigation into the shuttlebay incident has turned up some
alarming findings but unfortunately little in they way of answers. To be
honest I would rather forgo this banquet and concentrate our efforts on
this problem. But diplomacy takes precedence.....
I am pleased to note that Lieutenant Fobok has been returned to
active duty and will be joining us on the RESOLUTE. I am still in the
dark as to what actually happened to the science officer but the doctor
has assured me it has passed and that is all the answer I need.
Nervousness aside I am looking forward to meeting my counterpart,
much as my officers seem eager to meet theirs. An exchange of this sort
can only benefit each party and I look forward to the technologies and
culture we can share. Perhaps if all goes well we will be able to return
to the Federation with a Cesphalian delegation aboard. Who knows maybe
the admiral would even crack a smile over that one."
_________________________________________________________________________<br>
Scene: Transporter Room<br>
As Zane walked in he couldn't help but smile. They all looked
quite uncomfortable in their dress uniforms. Everyone hated them but
they were never changed. Stepping up to the pad he turned to face the
operator. "Energize."
________________________________________________________________________<br>
Scene: RESOLUTE<br>
As the FEYNMAN officers materialized the first thing they noticed
was the extremely dry, hot air that surrounded him. Zane felt his throat
constrict and his eyes begin to burn. Still he and the officers managed
to display little discomfort as they looked across to the feline officers
waiting their arrival. Tauk strode forward, saluted and gestured for the
FEYNMAN officers to step down. "Welcome to the RESOLUTE officers of the
Federation."
"Thank you captain." Zane replied. "Allow me to introduce my
officers..." For the next few minutes both captains presented their
officers to each other. It was a diplomatic necessity but a laborious one.
""Let me apologize for the harsh environment....we have lowered
the temperature as much as we can safely do but I realize it must still
be very hot for you. You will be pleased to know that my engineer has
managed to redirect air currents in the banquest hall so that your side
of the table will be under the flow of a cooler, moist air. I hope this
will be to your satisfaction."
Zane smiled and nodded politiely to the engineer as he tried to
come up with the proper response to Tauk. Before doing so, however, Tauk
continued. "Captain I hope you will not mind but my officers and I are
not diplomats and if you pardon my saying I don't think you are either.
We are all soldiers let us talk like them and dispense with this
nonsense. Agreed?"
Zane laughed. "Agreed!"
Tauk gestured towards the door. "Shall we."
<<<NRPG>>>
Okay have fun!
Jason: I know there are a few marines floating around that no one will miss.
Andy.-->Who is happy that ASR can distract him from some really bad
essays he is forced to mark.
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Meeting New People</h3>
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Colby D. Beck 2-16-1996</h4>
As Jordan materalized on the Resolute, he immediately went into "security"
mode. He was not pleased that the Captain would place himself in a totally
unknown situation. It was bad enough that there was a murder on his watch,
but now the Captain had put himself into a potentially dangerous situation.
Well, he is a security guy, so he can handle himself Jordan hoped. After
all the introductions had been completed, Jordan gravitated toward his
conterpart on board the Resolute. Overall, he was impressed by the size and
power contained in this ship. Jordan knew that in a firefight, the Feynman
may be able to handle one of these ships, if he got a surprise hit in, but
with five ships, he knew the Feynman lived or died at the whim of these
people. That little thought brought chills to Jordan's spine.
"So tell me, what exactly can this ship do?" Jordan asked.
"No no no, no talk about work. This is a party. We must enjoy ourselves
while we can. There will be plenty of time for you to see what this ship
can do."
With that Jordan saw the rest of the assembled crews move down a corridor.
Lt.(jg) Jordan Charles
<<NRPG>><br>
All: Hmm...I wonder what that little comment meant.
Oh..BTW it wasn't Jordan who almost blew the crewman away in the corridor<br>
because of the hibeejibees and our evil little friend.<br>
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<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Diplomatic Function</h3>
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Joseph Baker 2-17-1996</h4>
SD: 80217.0012<br>
As Lt. Jerran beamed over to the RESOLUTE, the first thing he noticed,
like the rest of the crew, was the intense heat and dryness of the air on
the alien ship. It reminded him of the many times he had visited Vulcan
with his mother and the time that he spent at the Science Academy.
Therefor, he was actually one of the only Starfleet officers there who
wasn't uncomfortable by the atmosphere caused by the life support
systems. He was, however, still quite nervous about the atmosphere of
the diplomatic function itself.
One of the cat-like crewmen came up to him and graciously introduced
himself as the helmsman of the RESOLUTE, a position that Jerran could
definitely relate to.
Jerran was just about to start asking his counterpart about the
navigational systems of these ships, when the other helmsman said, "Oh,
no. Mr. Jerran. Tonight is a night of celebration. We can talk about
ships later."
Jerran was disappointed by the response, but followed the alien helmsman,
whose name was Fiera, to the buffet table, where Lt. Jenn was already
sampling some of the dishes.
"Enjoying yourself, Lt?" asked Fiera.
"Oh, yes," she replied. "You have some of the most interesting culinary
samples that I've been able to try out in a while. Much better than our
own replicated food on the Feynman."
"Ackkk! You eat replicated food?! We would never desicrate our bodies
with such artificial filth!" said the felenoid helmsman, somewhat
insulted by the idea, and definitely more than a little revolted.
Jerran tried to be diplomatic as he said, "We only eat replicated foods
so as to keep our cargo weight down, so that we are able to make more
extended voyages. Our ships just aren't big enough to carry real food."
Fiera walked over to the buffet and put some sort of meat on his plate as
he said, "We gladly saccrifice range for decent food. It's almost
saccrilige for us to anything that isn't fresh. That's why all our
foodstuffs are carried live on our ship."
Jerran and Jenn quickly were able to figure out by the alien helmsman's
next statement that his training was definitely not in diplomacy as he
said, "And that's usually how it's served," popping the food into his
mouth with some disdain.
He then smiled widely, baring a nice set of sharp teeth, to them as he said,
"But, of course, we make certain concesions for guests."
Jerran wasn't sure how he liked the intonation with which Fiera used the
word "guest," and he was just now starting to notice how really warm it
was in the room...
<NRPG>
Anyone ever see the Twilight Zone where some aliens come to Earth to take
some of them back to their home, and they give them a book entitled "How
to Serve Mankind?" which turned out, when translated, to be a cookbook? <EG>
Yeah, I know, real corny, but hey, it's just a suggestion <VEG>
And remember, the temperature isn't so bad. It's the dry heat :)
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* I love my classes!              *  jbaker@deans2.cas.usf.edu *
* I've got a crazy teacher,        ******************************
* Who wears dark glasses.          *  LTJG Jerran Terel        *
* Things are goin' great,          *  Flight Control Officer    *
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<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Resolute</h3>
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Max Felsher 2-17-1996</h4>
SD 80217.0130<br>
MD 1.1300<br>
Transporter Room<br>
"An intruder?" Lt. Commander Maril questioned Lt.<jg> Fobok.
"Yes, sir. My son, Matt, just told me about something that...threatened him.
He says it said, 'You will all die.' He isn't making this up, sir. I
performed a mind meld with him. He is telling the truth, sir," Fobok
responded.
"You understand, Lieutenant, that I am Tioth without a weapon unless you get
some more information. However, I will tell Lieutenant Charles to put Security
on further alert."
<<<<Maril's right, B.J. :) There's not much he can do right now. Anyway, this
next portion is after they've beamed onto the Resolute.>>>><br>
Maril, like most of the others, noticed the very hot, dry atmosphere as soon
as they beamed aboard. He soon found his counterpart, the Resolute's
2nd-in-command, a rather thin felinoid with a look of alertness in his eyes.
"Hello, my name is Ixava. And you?"
"Lieutenant Commander Onta Maril. This is a nice ship. Are all of your
ships the same?"
"Why worry about the ships right now? I'm sure you'd like some of this Steci
vulture."
"Well, I think I will venture into the mountains."
The Cesphalian, while appearing to understand, had a look of surprise on his
face. Maril walked over to Commander Zane to talk.
"Zane, have you noticed that the Cesphalians are a little...evasive?" Maril
tried to keep his voice down.
"Yes, but let's give them a chance, Onta," Zane also spoke in a low voice.
"Very well."
<<<<Hmmm...let's see. Pliers, no. Hammer, throw it away. Ahhh, here it is.
The wrench. :) Okay, what would be the best way to throw it into these works.
:D >>>><br>
In another corner, Ixava and Tauk were talking. Suddenly, Ixava shouted,
"That wasn't what we agreed!"
All eyes turned towards the two. "Hahaha. We were just joking around," Tauk
attempted to cover up what had just happened.
The room returned, at least partially, to its former state of talking and
eating.
The sun has met the sea,<br>
Lt. Commander Onta Maril,<br>
First Officer, USS Feynman,<br>
aka Max Felsher<br>
NRPG:<br>
All:Okay, so it wasn't that much of a wrench. But this is probably just the
beginning. :) Oh, those who haven't sent in(or reminded me) your roatation, do
it. If you don't...well, you don't want to know. <evil laug
Jason:Enjoyed the evil shapeshifter. Sorry, I don't have any disposable NPC's
right now(but I could create some. ;) )
eyes.
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Resolute-->Home</h3>
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by
Andrew Catterick 2-18-1996</h4>
SD:80218.1400<br>
MD:1.1400<br>
Scene: RESOLUTE Banquet Room<br>
The banquet had continued for several hours and was, in fact,
beginning to wind down when the interruption from the RESOLUTE's bridge
came over the comm-link.
[Captain we are approaching home sector.]
"Secure from stardrive and follow procedure." Tauk replied.
[I obey.]
Tauk turned to his counterpart. "Well captain, regrettably, it
seems time for this feast to come to an end. There is much my officers
and I must do and I am sure there are things you and you officers must
attend to."
Zane stood, smiling. "I have enjoyed myself here very much but
you are correct. Duty calls."
Tauk summoned his first officer and instructed him to oversee
ship operations while Tauk escorted the FEYNMAN officers to the
transporter room.
________________________________________________________________________<br>
Scene: RESOLUTE transporter room<br>
As the FEYNMAN staff assembled on the pad Tauk turned to the transporter
operator. "It is time for your break. I will handle the transport.
Return in one deca."
The young officer looked at his captain suspiciously. "I obey."
Before the FEYNMAN officers had time to question Tauk's
intentions he had initiated transport. As the officers began to fade
Zane realized he was being held behind. Bounding down from the pad
and wishing he had concealed a weapon as his CSO had suggested he
confronted Tauk. "What is the meaning of this? What have you done with
my officers?"
Tauk raised a hand. "Forgive me captain but there was no other
way. I must speak with you unobserved." He patted the transporter. "Your
officers are safely stored. When I transport you back to your ship they
will materialize with you, not knowing what has transpired."
Zane was confused and said so.
"You maybe in danger captain, I had to warn you."
"Danger from what?"
"From my people."
"Perhaps we better start from the beginning..."
"I agree." Tauk took a deep breath and began...
"This is a galaxy does not have the numbers or diversity of
cultures which your own does. 4000 years ago we determined that there
were no more races to find. The civilization we had built was the only
one that could exist. It was our Golden Age. We were a peaceful race
with no fear of external threats we turned towards the pursuits of culture,
of knowledge. But then the wormhole was found and our worlds changed
forever. We discovered your galaxy and the races it contained. We
hungered for more knowledge. We became explorers.
Up until then we had led a sheltered existence but as the ideas,
and values of your galaxy's races began to filter back to our worlds
things began to change. Some were for our good but just as many became
detrimental to our society. Many argued that the
exploration and contact must stop. This group of isolationists became
very strong eventually rivalling thepower of the central authority.
Inevitably war broke out. It was a terrible war filled with
unspeakable atrocities. It ended our exploration but in so doing so
ended our civilization. We were plunged into a Dark Ages that was to
last for almost 2000 years.
Slowly we began to rebuild, to reclaim what once was. And then
we rediscovered the wormhole. And again the debate raged. It was
reasoned that we had learned from our mistakes that we could not remain
in isolation. We would explore but would do so slowly. We sent out
probes and began to monitor your Federation. It seemed to mirror our own
notions of discovery and peace. Many wanted to contact you, many did
not. Eventually it was agreed that the probe you found would be sent.
A probe that would take centuries to reach you..."
"But we found it too soon." Zane concluded.
"Yes. It was hoped by the time we made contact the isolationist
elements would have lost their support. They have not. They pervade
our society, and I embarassed to say that the navy...my ship...reflects
this. There are many who argue the wormhole should be destroyed. But
now you are here and that complicates things. It is one thing to destroy
the wormhole. It is another to murder. My people are very passionate
and our ancestors were very brutal. After the lessons of the Civil War
we have learned to curb our violent passions but they are there.
And you must be wary of them."
"What of your government? Where do they stand?" Zane asked.
"Our leader favours contact but many of his ministers do not. He
must show that contact does not threaten it helps. You must remember
this in your negotiations. But we have lingered too long I must return
you before some of my officers become suspicious."
______________________________________________________________________<br>
Scene: Transporter Room. USS FEYNMAN<br>
Has soon as the group had fully materialized Zane turned to
Onta. "Commander I want a staff briefing in the Observation Lounge in 20
minutes."
"Aye sir."
Zane exited the room leaving his surprised officers behind. He
had much to consider.
_______________________________________________________________________<br>
Scene: Observation Lounge<br>
Having filled his officers in on his secret discussion with Tauk
Zane addressed them. "I am quite frankly at a lost and I value your
observations and suggestions on this matter with the Cesephalians and the
unexplained happenings on this ship. We will be arriving at their home
world in 3 hours and I would like a better understanding before we do so."
He turned to face the officer who spoke first."
<<<NRPG>>>
Hmmmm......:)
Andy.
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Some Thoughts on the Monster on the Frieghter</h3>
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Kristen Gant 2-19-1996</h4>
Stardate: 80219.0326<br>
Scene: Observation Lounge<br>
"That makes some sense in what I was sensing from them, sir. I sensed that
Tauk really saw our arrival as something good. I felt the same thing from a
few others, including Ceale the Diplomacy Officer. However, some were
cautious of us... and there were a few who were downright hostile. I wasn't
sure what to make of it, but now it makes sense." Lt. Jenn told them.
The Captain nodded.
"Sir, I am curious about the probe now, however. Perhaps the isolationists
got a hold of it to sabotage the exploration efforts." suggested Jordan.
"It looks like they sabotaged themselves. We found them all dead down in the
Cargo hold," grunted Dr. Tok.
"While we don't know for sure what they were carrying, they obviously knew.
From the little bit we got from their computers, we know that they were
terrified of what was down there." agreed Krysa.
"So you think the creature was sent to destroy us, but it got out and
destroyed them?" asked Zane.
"It makes sense."
"Anyone have anything else?"
Regards,<br>
Lt. Krysa Jenn, Ops/2O<br>
****
NRPG: Just a few thoughts I've been throwing around. I hope you don't mind
me handing them out to your characters. I didn't want Jenn to dominate the
conversation<G>
Kristen<br>
(AKA - Dr. Janna Swansen, CMO, USS Bismarck, ASR)<br>
(AKA - Lt. Krysa Jenn, Ops/2O, USS Feynman, ASR)<br>
(AKA - Ens. Ainese Kev, CSciO, USS Magellan, WW)<br>
(AKA - Bree, Broken Lands, WW)<br>
(AKA - Darlea & Makayla, Dragon Lands, WW)<br>
(AKA - Dr. Darla Shane, CMO, Starbase 109, UFPI)<br>
http://homepage.interaccess.com/~sgant/kris.htm<br>
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Observation Lounge</h3>
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Max Felsher 2-19-1996</h4>
SD 80219.1600(GMT)<br>
MD 1.1500<br>
Observation Lounge<br>
"Captain, I advise that we stand by on Yellow Alert, as we do not know if the
Cesphalians will be Beveni with gates opened or closed," Lt. Commander Maril
suggested to Commander Zane.
"I agree, Captain," Lt.<jg> Charles seconded. "We wouldn't stand a chance
against the ships we met at the wormhole, much less their whole fleet. We have
to be ready to get back to the wormhole quickly if we need to. I'd also like
to keep a transporter lock on you and Lieutenant Jenn, Captain."
"Captain, it appeared that many of Tauk's officers were isolationists. Also,
Tauk mentioned that a good deal of the government ministers do not support
meeting with us. It may be that we are fighting a battle against the wind,
sir," Maril observed.
"Captain, I think we should send a shuttlecraft...or something back to the
Federation. I mean, for all they know, we've been destroyed. It would
probably help us, too, since they could send a diplomatic team over here,"
Lt.<jg> Jerran suggested.
"Well...."
The sun has met the sea,<br>
Lt. Commander Onta Maril,<br>
First Officer, USS Feynman,<br>
aka Max Felsher<br>
NRPG:<br>
All:I know it's short, but it's my perspective on things right now. I might<br>
add to this later.<br>
Andy:They're all just ideas. :)<br>
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Observation Lounge (Cont.)</h3>
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Kristen Gant 2-19-1996</h4>
>"Captain, I think we should send a Shuttlecraft... or something back<br>
>to the Federation. I mean, for all they know, we've been destroyed.<br>
>It would probably help us, too, since they could send a diplomatic<br>
>team over here," Lt.<jg> Jerran suggested.<br>
>"Well...."<br>
>Tok jumped in, "Captain, with all due respect, I fear that sending a<br>
>single shuttle craft back through the wormhole may be dangerous. Not only<br>
>is there a possiblity of hostile encounters on the other side before the<br>
>crew reaches a Starbase, but there is some question as to whether the<br>
>runabout would even hold up under the stress of the wormhole. It<br>
>certainly shook up the Feynman. Furthermore, in my discussions with the<br>
>Cesphalians , I found that I didn't understand everything that they were<br>
>meaning to communicate and I doubt that I did the same. There is no<br>
>telling how they may interpret a runabout heading through the wormhole,<br>
>especially if they are as xenophobic as we believe."<br>
Stardate: 80219.1908<br>
"Sir, I have to agree with Dr. Tok on this one. It seems to me that if we
send back a Shuttlecraft, it could be seen as a threat to the isolationists.
The don't want the Federation nosing around. They might just go ahead and
try to destroy the shuttle." Jenn said, "I think it would be putting the
Shuttlecraft in danger. Along with the rest of us."
"Yes, but we could be in danger anyway... And if Starfleet doesn't know what
happened to us, we could be sitting ducks." Jarren voiced.
"I would think that they will come looking for us. Isn't it likely that
since we found the wormhole another ship would find it as well?"
Regards,<br>
Lt. Krysa Jenn, Ops/2O<br>
****<br>
NRPG: I'm glad I checked my mail, guess I was going to send something very<br>
similar to Lysle's post. So here it is, just a little changed:)<br>
Kristen<br>
(AKA - Dr. Janna Swansen, CMO, USS Bismarck, ASR)<br>
(AKA - Lt. Krysa Jenn, Ops/2O, USS Feynman, ASR)<br>
(AKA - Ens. Ainese Kev, CSciO, USS Magellan, WW)<br>
(AKA - Bree, Broken Lands, WW)<br>
(AKA - Darlea & Makayla, Dragon Lands, WW)<br>
(AKA - Dr. Darla Shane, CMO, Starbase 109, UFPI)<br>
http://homepage.interaccess.com/~sgant/kris.htm<br>
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Observation Lounge (Cont.)</h3>
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by
Andrew Catterick 2-19-1996</h4>
SD: 80219.0915<br>
MD: 11430<br>
> Scene: Observation Lounge<br>
> "That makes some sense in what I was sensing from them, sir. I sensed that<br>
> Tauk really saw our arrival as something good. I felt the same thing from a<br>
> few others, including Ceale the Diplomacy Officer. However, some were<br>
> cautious of us... and there were a few who were downright hostile. I wasn't<br>
> sure what to make of it, but now it makes sense." Lt. Jenn told them.<br>
The Captain nodded. "Good. I'm glad you and their diplomacy officer
got along so well. I want you to accompany me to the planet surface to
aid in hte negotiation with the Cesphalian leadership. Your insights,
and empathic abilities will be most helpful helpful."
"Tauk has agreed to give us limited access to his ship's computer
so we can acquaint ourselves better with their culture, history and
diplomacy. Lieutenant, when this meeting ajourns I want you to contact
your counterpart on the RESOLUTE and find out as much as you can from him
and their computer."
"Understood." Jenn replied.
********
Andy.
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Bridge</h3>
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Max Felsher 2-20-1996</h4>
SD 80220.1700(GMT)<br>
MD 1.1700<br>
First Officer's Office<br>
Lt. Commander Maril sat in his office, thinking about what was to be done.
Commander Zane and Lt. Jenn would be transporting to the Cesphalian homeworld
soon. Although Maril wasn't a security officer, he couldn't help being
suspicious. After all, he had almost lost his life to something supposedly
created by the isolationists. He decided to head for the Bridge. As he stepped
in, he realized Lt. Jenn had the shift.
"You may leave," Maril relieved Jenn. "You need to get ready to beam down,
anyway."
"Thank you, Commander."
Maril sat back and looked around. "Lieutenant Fobok, please report to the
Bridge."
[I'm on my way, sir.]
As Lt.<jg> Fobok walked onto the Bridge, Maril asked, "Lieutenant, have you
noticed anything out of the ordinary about the Cesphalians' ships or anything
related?"
"Well, sir, their hulls are composed of rather reflective materials."
Just then, Mancuso called out, "Commander, the Resolute is powering up its
weapons!"
Ein reported, "Sir, the Resolute is hailing us."
"Captain to the Bridge," Maril said over the intercom. "On screen," he
ordered to Mancuso.
Ixava's face appeared. "Now, listen to me, you Federation ship--get out now,
or, or, I'll destroy you!"
"Where is Captain Tauk?" Maril asked.
"That's none of your business. Now, go before I destroy your ship!"
Maril signed to cut the communication. "Options?"
"We have very few, sir," Fobok observed.
The sun has met the sea,<br>
Lt. Commander Onta Maril,<br>
First Officer, USS Feynman,<br>
aka Max Felsher<br>
NRPG:<br>
All:Just moving the plot along. :)<br>
Andy:Didn't know if you wanted Zane to beam down beforehand or not. :)<br>
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Rock and a Hard Place</h3>
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Joseph Baker 2-22-1996</h4>
SD: 80222.0117<br>
MD: 1.1710 (?)<br>
Lt. Cmdr. Maril glared at the fleet of ships on the main viewscreen as
they approached the relatively puny USS FEYNMAN. "Hail them again, Mr.
Ein," he said to the AOPS.
"Channel open, sir."
"How dare you threaten us under a flag of truce, when in fact it was your
own people who invited us here!"
The Cesphalian captain looked even angrier as he came back on the screen
and said, "It was not `my people' who invited you here, Commander. You
have been given more than fair warning, now you will be destroyed!"
The FEYNMAN rocked violently as the lead Cesphalian sent in a volley of
energy beams. "Shields down to 75 percent, Commander!" shouted the CSO.
Lt. Koreth got back to his seat from where he was thrown by the shot and
said, "Structural integrity field down to 90 percent."
"Mr. Jerran, get us out of the area, best possible speed."
"Thrusters have been hit, sir, but I'll get us out," said the pilot as he
pulled the ship around a little bit faster than the design specs dictated
as safe, and brought up the impulse drive to full power.
"We can't just leave the Captain and the others, sir!" yelled Mr. Charles.
"We're not leaving anyone behind, Mr. Charles. Mr. Jerran. Plot a warp
jump that will take us around the system, out of the Cesphalian's scanner
range, and then back on the other side. I want you to come back out of
warp as close as possible to the system's primary. We'll then engage the
metaphasic shield and loiter there till we get a chance to come back
after the captain, Lt. Jenn, and Dr. Tok."
By the time the FO was done giving his instructions, the helmsman had
already plotted the course into the nav computer. "Course plotted and
laid in, sir."
Another shot hit the aft shields as Cmdr. Maril said, "Warp 9, engage!"
The warp drive nacelles of the Feynman pivoted into their warp flight
position as the ship shot off into warp speeds.
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* I study nuclear science!        *  jobaker@chuma.cas.usf.edu *
* I love my classes!              *  jbaker@deans2.cas.usf.edu *
* I've got a crazy teacher,        ******************************
* Who wears dark glasses.          *  LTJG Jerran Terel        *
* Things are goin' great,          *  Flight Control Officer    *
* And they're only gettin' better! *  USS Feynman/NCC-66000    *
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