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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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add to this later.<br>
add to this later.<br>
Andy:They're all just ideas. :)<br>
Andy:They're all just ideas. :)<br>
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">Observation Lounge (Cont.)</h3>
<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>
<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>
>"Captain, I think we should send a Shuttlecraft... or something back<br>
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(AKA - Dr. Darla Shane, CMO, Starbase 109, UFPI)<br>
(AKA - Dr. Darla Shane, CMO, Starbase 109, UFPI)<br>
http://homepage.interaccess.com/~sgant/kris.htm<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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