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-LT.CMDR Tarsa Rogers, Executive Officer, USS GAUSS<br>
-LT.CMDR Tarsa Rogers, Executive Officer, USS GAUSS<br>
-CMDR Horatio Sinclair, Fleet Intelligence Officer, BLUE FLEET<br>
-CMDR Horatio Sinclair, Fleet Intelligence Officer, BLUE FLEET<br>
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Morning Comes to the Ring</h3>
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Kristen Gant 6-24-1996</h4>
Stardate: 80624.1545<br>
Scene: Krysa's tent<br>
MD: 5.0600<br>
Krysa awoke to voices outside of her tent. She groggily sat up, trying to
clear her head and figure out where she was. It all came back to her as
she heard Maril's voice, "You will need to keep them from the settlement.
That is your prime objective."
Krysa quickly dressed pushing all other thoughts from her head to deal
with the situation at hand. She exited the tent and walked up to where
Maril stood. He looked at her, "How are you feeling this morning, Lt."
"I'm fine, what's going on?" she asked, pushing his feelings of concern
from her mind. It was times like these, she wished she was empathic.
"There is another group approaching the settlement and we need to keep
them out. I've just sent a large group of security officers to do that."
He looked at her questioningly. "Maybe you should sleep longer. You still
look tired."
"It's just the after effects of the sleeping pills I took." She brushed
her hair back with her fingers realizing that she hadn't even combed it
yet. She was sure it must have looked like a tangled mess. "I'll be fine
after I have something to eat."
Maril nodded, "I heard about what happened last night."
Krysa looked away, cringing, wanting to forget her little outburst, "It
wasn't a big deal."
"No perhaps not, but we can't have you running around yelling at people.
There's enough stress here as it is."
"I won't," she said quickly.
"Good, because we also have ... 'help'." Krysa looked at him confused, and
he told her about the Cardassian's joining the fight against the plague.
"They arrived late last night and so far things have gone smoothly. I'd
like to keep it that way."
"I can deal with Cardassians," she told him. Onta would never have
questioned this had Krysa been herself. But she was not herself. The Krysa
he knew would not yell at innocent nurses.
"Krysa, you need to deal with what's happened first. I don't think you've
done that."
"I know what's happened, Onta. I have dealt with it and I'm fine." Krysa
said irritably. There it was the sympathy forced upon her again. But she
was taken aback by his next words.
"Don't force me to relieve you of duty," he said quietly, but with
conviction.
Krysa stared at him in surprise, "I..."
"Look, I understand how upset you are." He said quickly, feeling a need to
explain himself to her, "But I cannot allow you to jeopardize this
mission." His eyes were filled with compassion, yet they were set. She
knew he wouldn't change his mind, and she panicked at the thought of
sitting alone in her tent for the rest of the mission.
"Please, I'm fine, I promise. I was just tired last night. I'm rested now.
Once I get back to work everything'll be fine," she promised.
"I'm not going to force you to sit in your tent and rest. But if I see
anything like what happened last night, I'll have no other choice." Krysa
nodded and headed back into her tent to collect herself before going to
get something to eat.
Regards,<br>
Lt. Krysa Jenn<br>
****<br>
NRPG: Good morning and Good-bye to the end of a very very very long day
for Krysa :)
Kristen
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: 47-Morning on the Ring(Before Sunrise)</h3>
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Max Felsher 6-25-1996</h4>
SD 80625.1230(GMT)<br>
MD 5.0400<br>
EI Ring: Perimeter Camp: Sleeping Tent 2<br>
Maril was only half asleep, so it didn't take much rousing to awake him.
"Report...," he ordered, yawning.
"There's an incoming message from the Captain for you, sir," a security officer
replied.
Yawning again, he said, "Very well. Tell the Captain that I'll be in the
Command Tent within 10 minutes."
"Aye, sir."
MD 5.0410<br>
Command Tent<br>
As Maril sat down, still rather sleepy, Commander Zane's face greeted him on
the screen.
[Hello, Commander. Tired?]
"Yes, Captain. Less than six hours of sleep, much of it half awake. But, sir,
what did you want to talk about?"
[Well, first, it's been six hours since you reported that there was a team from
another settlement approaching the area. They'll reach the settlement in four to six
hours. We can't let them get there.]
"Understood."
[However, something more serious has come up. Two Cardassian warships
approached the Ring. They have offered their assistance, and I have accepted it,
though I didn't have much of a choice.]
"Hmm. What does this mean?"
[It means that there will be a team of Cardassians beaming down to the camp.
They are under your command, although I doubt they will accept that immediately. I
want you to make sure that nothing happens down there that could jeopardize this
mission. Is that understood?]
"Understood totally, sir."
[Good. Zane out.]
As the Captain's image faded from the screen, Maril thought about what this
meant. Yawning and stretching out, he realized that the Cardassians could be helpful,
but the voice of Almania told him that something wasn't what it should be.
Informing Couprie, the senior Security officer on the away team, and telling
him to take some minor precautions, Maril decided to check on some things.
MD 5.0430<br>
Medical Tent<br>
Entering the tent, Maril heard several screams--screams of pain and anguish.
Obviously, the Plague had started to spread through the away team.
"How many people has the Plague infected?" Maril asked Dr. T'Del, still
working hard after the many hours. Even for a Vulcan, that was too much, and it was
starting to wear on her.
"At last count, 11 people have been infected and are still living. Three have
already died of the Plague--including Ensign Serra."
"What about Dr. Glin'kharr?"
"He is still losing some of the non-humanoid hormones, but the compounds'
progress has slowed considerably." T'Del almost tripped over a tricorder.
Seeing this, Maril said, "Doctor, you should probably get some sleep. There are
other doctors and nurses are here, and I don't want my senior medical officer to be at less
then peak performance. Is that understood?"
"Understood. I will get some sleep as soon as I-"
"Now, Doctor."
"Very well." With that, Dr. T'Del walked out of the Medical Tent.
Maril sighed. The Plague was taking its toll on everyone.
MD 5.0500
(just outside Perimeter Camp)
Maril stood, waiting for the Cardassian away team to show up. Finally, a
transporter beam appeared and a group of Cardassians were there.
When all had beamed down, it was a rather small group, comprising of only
about twenty Cardassians, as opposed to the eighty to one hundred on the Feynman's
away team. The Cardassians probably thought that, if they wanted to, they could
overpower the whole Starfleet away team with only twenty of them. And they were
probably right, if they planned it correctly, because of the limited amount of security
personnel on the Ring.
"Hello, I am Lieutenant Commander Onta Maril, First Officer of the USS
Feynman and commanding this away team. And you are?" Maril said, extending his
right hand.
The leader shook Maril's hand, although it was obvious he did it with some
reluctance. "I am Ej Igad, Fifth Order. I understand that you will be commanding my
team as well as yours."
"That is correct."
"Very well," Igad said slowly. "I suppose this is acceptable...for a time," the last
part he said under under his breath.
"Well, then, come to the Command Tent, Mr. Igad. I will brief you there."
The sun has met the sea,<br>
Lt. Commander Onta Maril,<br>
First Officer, USS Feynman,<br>
aka Max Felsher<br>
NRPG:
Well, this is sort of a post to tell you what Maril did in the early morning. :)
Andrew: Sorry to see you go. You have left the Feynman once again. :(
Andy: How many posts was the last day?(Rhetorical question)
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Captain's Log</h3>
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by
Andrew Catterick 6-25-1996</h4>
SD: 80625.1400<br>
MD: 5.1100<br>
Scene: Ready Room<br>
Post#48<br>
"Captain's Log stardate 80625.1100.....
I don't think we have ever had and as eventful day as the one we
lived through yesterday but this one is coming close in terms of
achievements. I have just had a brief conversation with Commander Maril
and am happy to report that he thinks they have found the necessary
compound to convert our medical team's theoretical cure into a viable one.
They have developed a small amount and have accepted Dr. Glin'kharr as a
volunteer to test it on. I'm of course concerned but agree with my Exec
and of course the Doctor himself. A few more hours and a cure would not
be able to help him. If all goes as it should be should be able to begin
distribution as early as 13:00."
"I must give credit where credit is due....grudgingly. It seems
the Cardassian teams have been most helpful. Commander Maril is sure we
would have found a cure within the next 36 hours but the information the
Cardassians provided, as well as their expertise has been the prime factor
that has put us over the top. I am grateful but my cynical side keeps
rearing its head and reminding me that its no surprise that they would be
expert's when virus' of this nature are considered. But I try to ignore
this side of me and do feel somewhat guilty...but not too much."
"But I am finding it somewhat strange how convenient their arrival
was. With events moving so quickly yesterday we never did answer the
question of how the plague developed here in the first place. It was
thought to be eradicated 40 years ago and even if it did survive it is
unlikely it would have found its way to the Ring. As large and diverse as
it is it is still a relatively closed environment. Once the terrorists
came on the scene it was virtually accepted that they were the ones
responsible for its outbreak. But through it all the Cardassian
operative, who by his own admission was here long before we arrived,
remained quietly on the sidelines but being very helpful.
I've given quite a deal of thought to Katane's insistence that the
Cardassians help find the cure for fear of the Federation claiming it for
their own. Being the sole holder to the cure to this virus would provide
a very powerful weapon. An entire race could be wiped out with relatively
no destruction and then the one with the cure could move in and take
over.
Was this the Cardassian plan? Did they think that they had found
a cure and were testing it on the Ring? Or am I allowing my mistrust of
Cardassians to make me overly suspicious when I should be thanking the
gods they arrived when they did? These are questions that I can't answer
but if there is any truth to this, how close did we come?"
<<<NRPG>>>
Just a reminder....Zane is from an unknown race and can't sleep. The
trade-off is he must consume a large amount of food to keep with the
energy needs of his body
Respectfully,<br>
Andy<br>
-CMDR Zane, Commanding, USS FEYNMAN<br>
-LT.CMDR Nigel Brock, Instructor, Holodeck 18<br>
-LT.CMDR Tarsa Rogers, Executive Officer, USS GAUSS<br>
-CMDR Horatio Sinclair, Fleet Intelligence Officer, BLUE FLEET<br>
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: An Evil Twist</h3>
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Jason Bostjancic 6-25-1996</h4>
md: 5.1130<br>
After being awakened by much earlier, Tarrant had
spent the remaining time on the Feynman bridge running basic
engineering checks. But his mind wasn't there... it
was making leaps and bounds trying to connect all the pieces.
Then he abandoned the hum drum and dove into it all.
Finally a picture started to come into focus, and it greatly
disturbed the CEO. Granted, it had little rooting in fact, but
it was plausible.
"Koreth to Captain Zane"
<Zane here, what is it Lieutenant>
"I have something I'd like to discuss with you
Captain..." he thaught about it for a moment
then added, "in private."
Inqusitively Zane replied <OK. Meet me in my ready room in
fifteen minutes. Zane out.>
...................15 minutes later<br>
Scene: Capt's Ready Room<br>
"Well Mr. Koreth, what seems to be the problem."
asked Zane settling into his chair.
"Sir, off the record, I've done some checking and I
think I may have come across something rather disturbing."
"Continue, Lieutenant."
"I called in some favors from others who were at the
academy with me in security. " he paused, "Six months ago all of the
Federations medical samples of this Plague were stolen...."
Zane quickly interrupted, "How accurate is this information
Lieutenant?"
"My information is sketchy, granted. But I did some
further checking in more common areas. Right after the supposed
theft, all of the doctors and scientists working at the three
facilities were taken into custody. That *is* documented.
They were later released."
A grave expression overtook the Captain as he rose from his
chair. It was coming into place.
Tarrant continued. "I believe that this may have been planned
by the Cardassians all along sir. This is hypothetical, but say that
the Cardassians were unable, on their own, to come up with
a cure. So they stage this.
Now here we are on the Feynman, with one of the top
medical scientists coming up with a cure. It must be hush hush,
so Starfleet keeps it under wraps.
Now though we are seriously outgunned. If we do come up with
a cure, then the Cardassians have it. They attack and we are
eliminated."
Zane turnes from his view of space, "But, if that is all
true, then why send only us? It dosen't fit."
Now Tarrant fit another piece, "In a way they haven't. I've been
doing some sweeps with the DELPHI. Four more ships have
been diverted to this area of space, and by my checks,
could overtake the Cardassian warships before they could
reach any major location. One of which is a Solar Class.
I think we may just be a pawn in this sir."
NRPG
Your Court Andy. My guess is that even CINCSILVER
wouldn't know about it. <G>
Respectfully,<br>
Jason<br>
Lieutenant Cmdr. Tirrin Vorak - OPS/2O - USS SERAPIS<br>
Lieutenant Tarrant L. Koreth - CEO - USS FEYNMAN<br>
"Quoth the Raven 'Nevermore'"
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: The Bait</h3>
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Kristen Gant 6-26-1996</h4>
Stardate: 80625.2309<br>
Scene: Perimeter Camp<br>
MD: 5.1100<br>
Krysa had thrown herself into help the medical teams while still avoiding
as many Cardassians as possible. She was feeling pretty good, and things
were running smoothly. She knew deep down that Commander Maril was correct
and she was very edgy and could endanger herself and others if she didn't
pull herself together.
Those who knew her could see the underlying stress, in her face. A face
that seemed unable to attempt more then a slight smile at their successes.
Those who didn't know her, would not have been able to tell much more then
that she was very single-minded, not allowing herself to think of anything
other then what she was doing.
She headed back to the Ops station where Reetza stood, "Anything unusual?"
"No, sir. The security team reports that thier mission to turn back the
other settlement was successful, though a few still mill around waiting
for word that a cure has been found. They are understandably upset over
the possibility of infection to their homes as well."
Krysa nodded, "What about the Cardassians?" Krysa had been having them
monitored as closely as she could without it being obvious.
"So far they are doing exactly what they were sent her to do. Nothing out
of the ordinary."
"Keep an eye on them," Krysa said turning and headed to the medical tent
to check on Dr. Glinn'karr, though she knew there were others doing that
and they didn't really need her.
She watched with baited breath as Glinn'karr was injected with the
possible cure. The Doctor lay there for a while longer allowing himself to
gauge the effectiveness of the injection.
Dr. T'Del and a Cardassian stood over him with medical tricorders, "It
seems to be having an effect." said T'Del calmly.
The Cardassian on the other hand gave out a loud cry of exultation. "What
do you mean, Doctor. It's working! Don't be so unsure of yourself."
"I am not being unsure, Doctor, simply stating the facts." The Vulcan said
with a raised eyebrow.
He snorted, "Vulcans! You have no sense of accomplishment."
Commander Maril, who had also been standing in the room moved forward,
"What do you think Dr. T'Del, should we begin having the FEYNMAN begin
replicating this stuff?"
She paused still looking at her tricorder. But the Cardassian, began
patting Maril on the shoulder, "No, Commander, that won't be necessary."
He grabbed the hypospray from Dr. T'Del and pointed his weapon at the
Commander. Krysa looked around and saw that know the tent was filled with
armed Cardassians.
Maril turned to on of the Cardassians, "Igad, what is the meaning of
this?"
The Cardassian smiled, "Don't worry, Commander I think you'll have an
enjoyable life here on ring, while we take this cure with us." He motioned
to a couple of his men who began grabbing equipment, "I think we'll be
taking this and going now. Oh, and don't worry about your ship up there.
It won't be there much longer."
Then the Cardassian's beamed away, leaving most of those in the tent
simply looking at each other in shock. Commander Maril turned to Dr.
T'Del, "Well, did you do it?"
She nodded and there was almost a smile on her face. She headed over to
another table and pulled out a metal box hidden behind it. Opening it she
pulled out several hyposprays. "Yes, Commander, Ej Igad will be quite
upset to discover that he has a hypospray filled with only a placebo. I
injected Dr. Glinn'karr 30 minutes earlier with this one."
Maril smiled and hit his commpin, "Maril to Zane, The Cardassian's are
gone, having taken the bait."
Regards,<br>
Lt. Krysa Jenn<br>
****<br>
NRPG: Okay, Okay, so I'm getting tired of being on this ring :) :)
So now how to save the Feynman from being destroyed by the Cardassians.
Kristen
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: A Command Decision...</h3>
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by
Andrew Catterick 6-26-1996</h4>
>Tarrant continued. "I believe that this may have been planned<br>
>by the Cardassians all along sir. This is hypothetical, but say that<br>
>the Cardassians were unable, on their own, to come up with<br>
>a cure. So they stage this. Now here we are on the Feynman, with one of<br>
>the top medical scientists coming up with a cure. It must be hush hush,<br>
>so Starfleet keeps it under wraps. Now though we are seriously<br>
>outgunned. If we do come up with a cure, then the cardassians have it.<br>
>They attack and we are eliminated."<br>
><br>
>Zane turnes from his view of space, "But, if that is all<br>
>true, then why send only us? It dosen't fit."<br>
><br>
>Now Tarrant fit another piece, "In a way they haven't. I've been<br>
>doing some sweeps with the DELPHI. Four more ships have<br>
>been diverted to this area of space, and by my checks,<br>
>could overtake the Cardassian warships before they could<br>
>reach any major location. One of which is a Solar Class.<br>
>I think we may just be a pawn in this sir."<br>
Zane swiveled in his chair to again face the window. He watched
the Ring slowly spinning below. Damn Cardassians and their chess games.
They're almost as bad as the Romulans. "May you live in interesting
times." He said more to himself.
"Sir?"
"Just an old saying Lieutenant, actually a curse."
Koreth nodded understanding. "Well we are certainly living in
interesting times."
Zane nodded. "And if your right the next few hours will prove to
be very interesting." A pause. "Now, we can see the four ships out
there. Can they?"
"Probably not."
"Well that doesn't make sense. If the Cardassians don't know the
cavalry is over the hill and it is their intention to destroy us once they
have the cure. What difference does it make if the taskforce intercepts
the Cardassians? Surely Katane is not likely to give up the cure after he
has destroyed us. So then no one has the cure. And if we can see them,
surely they can see us. "
Koreth simply shrugged.
Zane made his decision. "Mr. Koreth will you take the bridge and
ask Mr. Jerran to join me here."
"Yes sir."
"And Lieutenant, good work."
Feeling a little fatigued Zane finished the coffee on his desk and
headed for the replicator for a refill. "Coffee, black, hot. Protein
supplement number 3." Picking up the coffee and the small plate he
returned to his desk. The protein supplement bar was one of the worst
things he had ever eaten. But it provided a quick and efficient snack to
recharge his energy levels. With his body needing upwards of 8 meals a
day he had found early on that it was virtually impossible to squeeze them
into his normal shift rotation. To skip a meal meant his concentration
might begin to waver. So he had asked, then, Dr. Paxwax to come up with
a solution, the protein bars. They were quick and easy and left him
feeling more 'charged' than if he had eaten a full meal. He had once
asked Paul what was in them. The reply had been that he didn't want to
know. Now as he drank his strong coffee in the hope of masking the bar's
after taste he realized that was probably true.
"Enter." He replied to the sound of the door chime.
"You wanted to see me Captain." Jerran asked as he entered the
room.
"Have a seat Lieutenant. I have a real life BrOT for you." Zane
began to fill him in on the evidence and theories the CEO had gathered.
Jerran sat for a few minutes and considered the problem. "Have
you informed the Away Team?"
"I will as soon as we finished here."
"So what do we do?"
"Well I am going to sit back and wait for you to tell me."
<<<NRPG>>>
How's that for passing the buck<EG> Actually I thought it would make a
nice addition to the continuing thread of officer development.
Joesph: Your not wearing Red just to fly!
Respectfully,<br>
Andy<br>
-CMDR Zane, Commanding, USS FEYNMAN<br>
-LT.CMDR Tarsa Rogers, Executive Officer, USS GAUSS<br>
-CMDR Nigel Straun, Fleet Tactical Officer, INDIGO FLEET<br>
-CMDR Horatio Sinclair, Fleet Intelligence Officer, BLUE FLEET<br>
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: A Command Decision...(Cont.)</h3>
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by
Andrew Catterick 6-26-1996</h4>
SD: 80626.2300<br>
MD: 5.1145<br>
Scene: Ready-Room<br>
Post#54<br>
> Zane smiled and said, "And how many times did the ship rip itself apart in the simulations?"<br>
><br>
> "Only twice, sir, out of twenty simulations, and those were at speeds in<br>
> excess of warp 3. I think that a warp jump to warp 2 should be enough.<br>
> Once they see our warp engines move up, they'll be expecting us to make a<br>
> forward warp jump, or at the very least, a reverse jump, and will try to<br>
> lead accordingly. Once our jump is complete, we could fire the tractor<br>
> beam at the torpedoes that were meant for us and stear them just enough to<br>
> head for the Cardassians. If they are trying to destroy us with that<br>
> first volley, then at teh very least, their shields should be rendered<br>
> inoperative with that volley of Quantum torpedoes alone, and then we can<br>
> either go in for the kill or transmit our terms for their surrender. I<br>
> would suggest at least firing a few torpedoes of our own once their<br>
> shields are down to disable their weapons systems."<br>
><br>
> Jerran sat back in his chair as calmly as he could and waited for the<br>
> Captain's response...<br>
"It seems our best option but our prime concern is to get this
cure back to EPSILON. If the Cardassians attack we'll execute your
manoeuver up to and including a spread of torpedos. But after that we get
the hell out of here and make a bee-line for the mystery task force out
on the sidelines." Zane noticed the almost imperceptable frown that
briefly flashed across Jerran's face. He sympathized, the idea of running
from a fight seemed wrong. "We might get lucky and be able to do some
real damage to those two monsters but in the long run...it'd only be a
matter of time."
"Understood. What about the away team?"
"Its my guess that the Cardassian's won't make any move on us
until they are all back aboard. That way they are assured of no survivor's
and keeping the cure for themselves."
"Captain, couldn't we just side-step all of this by contacting
the task force and requesting their support before the Cardassians pull
the trigger?"
"That idea seems to make the most sense and everything I've been
taught points to that conclusion but every instinct in me is screaming not
to. They're hanging out there on the edge of our sensors watching but
they know we can see them and the Cardassian's can't. If they wanted to
provide support they could move a little closer. Surely the Cardassain's
wouldn't be foolish enough to try to attack us then."
"So what are they doing out there?"
"Well if the Cardassian's attack us we might, knowing we had
substantial reinforcements, stay and fight. And in the battle we could
very well be destroyed and then they waltz in and decimate Katane...."
"...and then the mystery ships beam down to the Ring and
examine the Luddites we ahve cured and they have the cure." He finished
the thought. "But they are Starfleet vessels! You can't be
suggesting..."
"But who's are they? They're definitly not SILVER and I can't see
any of our neighbouring fleets loaning us 4 capital ship just to drift.
Besides even if they did Admiral Nicholas wouldn't keep us in the dark and
he certainly would park them over the horizon. They'd of come barrelling
in here at warp nine and parked themselves on the Cardassian's backsides."
He shook his head. "No it just feels wrong. And if it turns out that
we're being overly parnoid, it'll mean they come on the scene before the
fight begins and we spent a few hours worrying for nothing."
"What about inoculating the Ring? We can't very well be deploying
shuttles if the Cardassians are planning to attack. And since they know
that is our plan they'll probably hold their fire until we're in the
middle of flight operations. I would."
Zane nodded in agreement. "Makes sense. The retrieval of the
away team will be the catalyst. Either they attack or they don't. If
they do were ready for them. If they don't we tell them we're going to
join up with our task force because it will be a much more efficent way
to spread the cure. And as an added protection as soon as we enter warp
we start sending the cure and our findings to EPSILON on every sub-space
frequency we can. Once the cat's out of the bag I think the danger will
defuse itself."
Satisfied with their options but disquieted with some of the
ramifications both men returned to the bridge. Jerran resumed his
post and Zane filled Koreth in on the coming plan.
<<<NRPG>>>
Couldn't resist adding more..
Away Team: This will be kept underwraps up here on the ship to make sure
we don't give ourselves away to any Cardi eavesdropping. O
Respectfully,<br>
Andy<br>
-CMDR Zane, Commanding Officer, USS FEYNMAN<br>
-LT.CMDR Tarsa Rogers, Executive Officer, USS GAUSS<br>
-CMDR Nigel Straun, TACFLEET Liason Officer, INDIGO FLEET<br>
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: 55 - Shuttlecraft Away</h3>
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Joseph Baker 6-12-1996</h4>
SD: 80627.1536 (GMT)<br>
MD: 5.1300<br>
Scene: USS FEYNMAN, Main Shuttlebay<br>
LTJG Jerran Terel and Midshipman Talo stepped on board the Runabout NOGURA
as the rest of the pilots settled into their shuttlecraft. Jerran touched
a comm pad on the control panel and said, "NOGURA to Bridge. Inform the
Cardassians that we are beginning launch operations now."
<Confirmed, NOGURA. You are clear to launch.>
Jerran closed the line and turned to the Cadet and smiled reassuringly to
him. "All shuttles, stay on my six once we've cleared the bay."
<Roger that, Lieutenant,> came Jennifer Cartwright's voice over the comm.
After Talo brought the ships impulse engines up to full power, Jerran
deftly flew the runabout out of the shuttlebay and into the empty space
above the ring. He looked over to port and starboard to see the flights
of shuttles coming out of the Cardassian ships and decided everything was
going as planned. Tapping the comm pad again he said, "All shuttles, this
is LTJG Jerran. Prepare to deploy on my mark. Cardassian shuttles, break
off and regroup with your assigned FEYNMAN shuttles for deployment. Let's
move out."
About twenty shuttlecraft were now flying over the Ring, some of them
pulling into formation with each other. A pair of Cardassian shuttles
came up to flank the NOGURA, escorting the FCO's ship to the far edge of
the Ring. After they had all formed up on their respective wings, the
shuttles activated their warp drive for the short journey to their
assigned destinations.
After a few minutes, Jerran ordered Talo to shut down the warp drive and
bring up the impulse drive for sublight maneuvering. Talo nodded and
complied with the order saying, "Controls seem kind of sluggish. Must be
a glitch in the control interface."
Jerran nodded and said, "Just as long as it holds together till we're
through here, and we'll be fine."
<Beta squad to Alpha squad.> Jennifer said over the comlink. <All squads
are formed up and in position.>
"Good. Jerran to FEYNMAN. We can begin operations." Over to the sides
of the runabout, Jerran noticed that the Cardassian shuttles were getting
somewhat close. That's when he noticed two small projectiles moving
outwardfrom each of the shuttles. He tried to dodge them, but the
runabout was too slow for such a maneuver. The incoming torpedoes struck
amidship as he took her into a roll, two striking each on the top and
bottom. The explosion sent the ship whirling toward the ring.
"Inertial dampeners offline!" Talo shouted through the whine of wrenching
metal. "Warp reactor core failure imminent!"
Jerran tapped at his console, trying to hold on despite the high G forces
of the turn. "Manual release is inoperative. She's going to..."
Just then, the runabout exploded into a million fragmants floating in a
large cloud of plasma above the ring. The other FEYNMAN shuttles were
having similar fates as their Cardassian "allies" opened fire on them.
After the dust had settled, LTJG Jerran looked over at Midshipman Talo, WO
Dunnon, Midshipman Kaz, ENS Cartwright, Midshipman Alera, Midshipman
Serana, and WO Austin, all framed by the yellow glowing grid of the
holodeck.
"Wooowee!" yelled the Texan pilot with a smile. "I'd say they took the
bait like an armidillo takes to a busy highway!"
Jerran allowed hismelf a slight smile, still not understanding the
Terran's humor, and said, "I'd say you're right, if I knew exactly what
you meant. Now, I'd better get up to the bridge. I have a feeling all
hell is about to break loose, as you would say, Tex."
"Damned tootin', pardner! I mean, sir."
"The rest of you get to your emergency posts."
The all filed quickly out of the holodeck as Jerran ran for the bridge.
When he got there, CMDR Zane looked over to him as he walked over to his
place at the helm. "How'd it go, Lieutenant?"
"Rather well, sir. The Cardassians attacked the shuttles, just as
planned. Had I not been slowed, however, by the bad connection between
the holodeck and the remote operations on the NOGURA, then I might have
been able to save her."
"Something tells me that the Cardassians wouldn't have appreciated that,
Mr. Jerran. It would have ruined their plans immensely, which we will do
anyway.. They called just before you got up here saying that there was
some sort of malfunction in the interface between our transporters and
theirs, and that their people have reported that our shuttles have all
lost communications in addition to warp drive failure."
"At least they aren't lying, sir. It was the warp drive failure that
caused the destruction of the shuttles, eventually. And, it would be
somewhat difficult for me to open communications with you when I am dead."
"Certainly. Bridge to transporter room. Begin beaming up the landing
parties. Mr. Jerran, I hope your warp jump is ready."
"Yes, sir, it is," the pilot said, looking back at the CEO standing at the
engineering console for a second. "But Mr. Koreth and I have run into a
minor obstacle."
The commander looked back to the engineer as the Klingon said, "We will
have to divert more of our power to the IDF and SIF fields, so shields
will be unavailable for five seconds after the maneuver is complete."
The captain nodded as the FCO said, "But, that shouldn't be a problem, as
I anticipate that we will be out of the area before the Cardassians take
another shot at us."
"Well, let's just hope it works."
<Transporter room to bridge. The last of the landing parties is beaming
up now...>
<NRPG>
Well, here we go :)
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<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: 56-Evacuation</h3>
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Max Felsher 6-28-1996</h4>
UY- It didn't look good.
Luckily, the Cardassians had a placebo, not the real cure. However, a
Feynman-class vessel against *two* Cardassian warships was not good odds, to say the
least.
On top of that, the probability of spreading the cure, now that the Cardassians were turned against them, was slim (unless, of course, the Cardassians let them spread it).
Maril had been working on a few options to use, but he put them down as Dr. Glin'kharr staggered into the tent.
"Doctor," Maril said, concerned, "are you sure you should be moving around when you were given the cure just an hour ago?"
"Please, Commander," Glin'kharr growled, "I am fine. Besides, I have to make some use of myself."
"Very well," Maril replied. "But I want you to report back to the medical tent immediately if you have any sign of relapse."
"Of course, Commander."
As Glin'kharr left the tent, Maril tapped his communicator. "Maril to Jenn. Please report to Command Tent immediately."
[I'll be there soon, sir.]
True to her word, Lt. Jenn was there soon after. Maril offered her a seat and Jenn sat down across the table from Maril.
"So, Lieutenant, you are aware of the current situation?"
"Yes, sir, I am."
"Well, do you have any thoughts?"
"Well, I think we may need reinforcements. Two Cardassian warships against the Feynman isn't very even."
"My thoughts exactly. Why the Captain has not called for any escapes me at the moment. Anything else?"
"No, not much else, sir."
"Well, I have an idea or two that may distract the Cardassians. However, our main project at the moment is getting the camp 'packed' and ready to beam up. All the tents must be folded down and the equipment must be organized. I do not know when we are beaming up, but I want to be ready when we do. I want you to work on getting tents, food supplies, and other essentials ready. I will be organizing the technology and related equipment. Is that all understood?"
"Understood, sir."
"Good. Get to work," Maril ordered.
For the next twenty minutes or so, Maril, along with several other officers and crew, organized all of the technological equipment, from scanning equipment to medical instruments to transporter pads. Maril knew that Lt. Jenn was doing the same thing, getting all of the essentials ready for beamup.
At 1300 hours, with one more section to go, there was a voice through his commnicator. [Feynman to Commander Maril. We're ready to beam you up now.]
"Understood. Groups will be at the beam-up spot in a few minutes."
[Understood, sir. Feynman out.]
Maril stood at the middle of most of the officers now. He yelled, "Now, I want all the medical, security and half of the science team to report directly to the beam-up spot. Lieutenant Jenn will organize you there. You are done with your portion, Lieutenant, correct?"
Jenn nodded and Maril took half of the science team with him to finish the organization, the rest of the huge away team heading over to the beamup spot.
"Keep working. We're almost done," Maril tried to keep the team's sporits up.
Finally, approximately five minutes later, all of the equipment had been organized. It was amazing to see all the mounds of supplies and groups of equipment.
"Maril to Feynman. Last team is ready to beam up."
[Understood, sir. Energizing...now.]
The familiar feel of the ACB surrounded him, and seconds later, he was standing on the transporter pad in Transporter Room 2 of the USS Feynman.
Confident that the equipment and supplies would be beamed aboard in time, Maril headed for the Bridge.
MD 5.1310
USS Feynman:Bridge
Maril walked onto the Bridge and headed down to his familiar seat next to the Captain. Lieutenant Jenn was already there. Somehow, though it had only been two days, it seemed like it had been forever since he had been on that Bridge.
"The mouse heading into the bear's cave," Maril whispered as everyone waited for the next move in this huge chess match where the board was the whole quadrant and the Feynman was but a pawn.
The sun has met the sea,<br>
Lt. Commander Onta Maril,<br>
First Officer, USS Feynman,<br>
aka Max Felsher<br>
NRPG:<br>
Well, it's good to be back on the ship!<br>
I hope we don't get destroyed. :)<br>
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: What To Do When Outgunned</h3>
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Kristen Gant 6-28-1996</h4>
Stardate: 80628.1458<br>
Scene: Bridge<br>
MD: 5.1320<br>
Krysa had gone directly from the transporter room to the bridge to replace
her AOPS, who had been surely pulling double duty while so many of the
Operations department had been down on the ring. She felt several pairs of
eyes on her as she stepped off the turbolift, but didn't allow that to
stop her.
Garrett looked up from Ops and stood to allow Krysa to take her seat. She
placed a hand on the young woman's shoulder before quietly leaving the
bridge. Krysa didn't acknowledge the gesture. She had neither the time or
the energy for that. Now they had to face two Cardassian Warships that
wanted to blow them out of the stars, and she couldn't be distracted.
She barely even noticed when Commander Maril walked onto the bridge, as
she watched the Cardassians on her scanners.
"Sir, they're firing!" she shouted as she saw her panel light up.
"Brace for impact!" shouted Zane. "Mr. Jerran..."
"Ready, sir," called Jerran his fingers flying over his panel. Krysa
prepared for the impact that never came. For an instant she felt like only
part of her body was still with her and the rest had been left...
somewhere.
The viewscreen became a blur of stars rushing by them.
As the regular gravitational systems of the FEYNMAN began to catch up with
the stresses Mr. Jerran had just put the ship through, Krysa began to feel
like herself again rather then a long stretched body. She looked over at
the FCO, "You know you could have warned me you were turning this ship
into a taffy puller."
"Where would the fun be in that?" He said with a grin and a twinkle in his eye.
"Status," ordered Zane. Everyone's eyes flew back to their stations.
"The Cardassian's are giving chase, but we took them unprepared," smiled Jerran.
"Sir there are four large federation ships moving toward the Cardassians,"
said Krysa with a hint of surprise in her voice. "The Cardassians are
giving up the chase."
"Indeed, Lt. I'm glad to here that," said Zane with a smile. "I think we
can slow to impulse now, Lt. Jerran."
"Aye, sir."
"Sir, we're being hailed by the USS PHOENIX, under the command of Captain
Tremaine," Krysa reported.
"On screen, Lt."
<nowiki><Congratulations, Commander Zane,> said the slightly balding man on the
viewscreen. <We are glad to see that you and your ship are unscathed></nowiki>
"As are we Captain Tremaine."
<nowiki><I don't think you will have to worry about the Cardassians causing any
problems now. They have agreed to head home.> Krysa could feel Tremaine's
disappointment under his diplomatic demeanor.</nowiki>
****<br>
Scene: Wandering the ship<br>
MD: 5.1730<br>
Krysa had stayed at her station on the bridge until Reetza had come to
replace her at the end of Alpha shift. She hadn't really wanted to leave,
but couldn't come up with a good excuse to stay. So she had left, not
quite sure where to go.
She headed to her office first thinking perhaps she could do some PADD
work in there. That was a pretty safe neutral location. Unfortunately, she
found several workmen in her office.
"What going on here?" she demanded.
One of the men stood, "We are remodeling this office as ordered, sir."
"Who ordered?"
The man looked a bit flustered, "uh, well... I don't know exactly, I just
was told that we needed to remodel this office."
"No," she groaned peeking in. It was a shambles. There was no possible way
she could get anything done in there now. "How long is this going to
take?"
"Just a couple of days, sir," he said smiling. "We should be done before
we get back to Epsilon."
Krysa threw up her hands in frustration, "A couple of day!" She sighed,
"Great... just great..." She turned leaving the workman wondered why he
always had to deal with the uptight officers.
She wasn't ready to head back to her quarters yet, so as so many who had
no where else to go, she found herself in Bat's domain, staring at the stars
as they went by.
Bat had watched her for a while before wandering over behind her, "I'm
glad to see you relaxing."
Krysa looked at him, "I'm not. I'd much rather be keeping busy, but my
shift is over and for some reason my office is being remodeled and I can't get
in there."
Bat chuckled, "Hmm, now I wonder who did that?"
She frowned at the barkeep, "I don't know, but if I ever find out there
will be hell to pay."
"Just for doing something nice for you?"
Krysa sighed, "Oh Bat. What am I going to do?"
The older man took a seat next to the woman, "You just have to go on."
"I just... feel... so incredibly guilty. If I hadn't married him... If I
hadn't insisted on staying here on the FEYNMAN... He deserved so much
more."
The tears that she had held back while fulfilling her responsibilities to
the ship finally began to trickled down her face. And when the dam burst,
Bat was there to catch her. Once this part of her grief was over, the rest
would be all the easier.
Regards,<br>
Lt. Krysa Jenn<br>
****<br>
NRPG: First I hope this is what you had planned to save the ship :) I
thought it worked. Second, I hope you don't mind Krysa getting a remodeled
office, but I had to find a way to keep her from throwing herself back
into her work :) And third, Andy, I hope I played Bat alright :)
Kristen
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<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Ship Gazing</h3>
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by
Andrew Catterick 6-29-1996</h4>
SD: 80629.1530<br>
MD: 5.1345<br>
Scene: Bridge<br>
Post #58<br>
> "Indeed, Lt. I'm glad to here that," said Zane with a smile. "I think we can<br>
> slow to impulse now, Lt. Jerran."<br>
><br>
> "Aye, sir."<br>
><br>
> "Sir, we're being hailed by the USS PHOENIX, under the command of Captain<br>
> Tremaine," Krysa reported.<br>
><br>
> "On screen, Lt."<br>
><br>
> <Congratulations, Commander Zane,> said the slightly balding man on the<br>
> viewscreen. <We are glad to see that you and your ship are unscathed><br>
><br>
> "As are we Captain Tremaine."<br>
><br>
> <I don't think you will have to worry about the Cardassians causing any<br>
> problems now. They have agreed to head home.> Krysa could feel Tremaine's<br>
> disappointment under his diplomatic demeanor.<br>
"I was a little curious as to why you held back for so long. The
fact that Starfleet sends a SOLAR class, AGAMEMNON and two STORM class
vessels points to the fact that you expected we'd be attacked."
Tremaine remained silent.
"I haven't heard of the PHOENIX or your escorts what fleet are you
from?"
"Commander, I'm under orders and those orders do not include
answering the questions of the CO of a tin-can out on the periphery. I
will disperse my ships to aid in the spread of the antidote and then be on
my way." The face of the Captain was replaced by the starfield.
"Well, I have to admit I'd like to meet him in a dark alley one
day."
Maril smiled sympathetically. "Look at the size of that monster!"
Both men watched the task force split.
"Well you keep saving the galaxy and one day you'll have one."
Zane replied.
"What about you, Captain?"
"No I can't see taking a SOLAR class, a command cruiser means you
have a task force commander or perhaps even the Admiral breathing down
your neck all that time. Besides that third nacelle really detracts from
the beauty. Looks like they backed in to another ship!"
Zane sat back and enjoyed the conversation. It was nice to be
able to just 'talk' with his friend without staring the death of billions
in the face, as well as his own.
"Sir, the PHOENIX signals ready."
"Proceed with transport." Zane ordered.
"What about an AGAMEMNON? You security types always like big
guns. She certainly fits the bill." Maril asked as he carefully
monitored the operation on his console.
"Hmmmm. It would be nice to not have to tuck our tails between
our legs. But I came out here to explore not become the Federation's 'Big
Stick'"
"Well, you must see something doen the line. Its getting rough
out here and these aren't the safest ships to be in."
"Hey she can hold her own. But..." He stroked the arm rest
affectionately, feeling a little guilty for considering another. "...an
ENDEAVOUR has a nice balance between brains and brawn."
Both men smiled, satisfied with the mission's outcome as their
thoughts drifted towards the future.
"PHOENIX signals operation concluded. They're warping out."
"Sensors show the compound has been dispersed through the RING's
atmosphere. By the time the USS BANTING arrives the entire Ring should be
plague free." Maril confirmed as he read the readouts.
"Excellent. Helm take us home."
<<<NRPG>>>
Just a short one to point us for home....NRPG to follow.
Respectfully,<br>
Andy<br>
-CMDR Zane, Commanding Officer, USS FEYNMAN<br>
-LT.CMDR Tarsa Rogers, Executive Officer, USS GAUSS<br>
-CMDR Nigel Straun, TACFLEET Liason Officer, INDIGO FLEET<br>
-CMDR Horatio Sinclair, Fleet Intelligence Officer, BLUE FLEET<br>
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: 59 - Which Way is EPSILON?</h3>
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Joseph Baker 6-30-1996</h4>
SD: 80630.0750 (GMT)<br>
MD: 5.1345<br>
Scene: Bridge, USS FEYNMAN<br>
After setting a course back for Starbase EPSILON, something he hadn't done
in quite a while, it seemed, LTJG Jerran Terel sat back and listened to
the CO and FO bantar back and forth about the various advantages of
commanding one vessel over another. Jerran had never really thought of it
himself, commanding a vessel of his own, that is, but he did agree that
the ENDEAVOUR class starship was a decent mixture of size, speed, power,
and research facilities. But, he did have to admit that there was a
certain alure to the idea of commanding something like a VALHALLA class
warship, something with both speed and firepower, so much so that it was
constantly trying to tear itself apart just to get out of spacedock.
This entire train of though came as very much a surprise to the FCO. Even
a few short months ago upon graduation from the academy, he had never
really aspired to command. He thought he would never be sattisfied with
being stationed on a starship unless he was sitting at the helm. At most,
he had thought that he might one day try for CAG (commander air group) on
one of the carriers. But, untill this mission, he had never given much
thought to commanding a ship of his own.
In this past mission alone, CMDR Zane had given him so many oppurtunities
to take command of the ship, what with LTCDR Maril and LT Jenn constantly
on the ring, that he had found that he had actually enjoyed those brief
stints at the conn. Oh, sure, he had always had the oppurtunity to take
the conn before, after he had passed the bridge officer's test a couple of
months ago. But, this was somehow quite different, when the Captain would
turn to him in the middle of ALPHA shift and say, "Take the conn," or "Mr.
Jerran, you have the bridge." Even his logical Vulcan half could
acknowledge the sense of pride this sent rushing through him when he would
go to sit at the command chair, and now he was looking forward to his duty
officer shifts much more than usual. More than that, though, he was
looking forward to the future, when he would someday command his own
starship.
He watched on the nav scanner display on his console as the ring receded
behind them, along with the plague, the Cardassians, the Order. They
hadn't caught the rest of the Order operatives who had attacke the camp,
so it was a sure bet they would encounter them again someday. Jerran was
still puzzled as to how the one opperative was able to resemble their own
second officer so well, but decided that it was probably just some sort of
cosmetic alteration designed so that they would be able to infiltrate the
FEYNMAN, and it almost worked, too.
"What's our ETA to EPSILON, helm?" came the Captain's voice from behind,
interrupting Jerran's train of thought.
Without skipping a beat, the FCO replied, "22 hours, fifteen minutes,
sir."
"Very good," the CO said, thinking how glad he was that the FCO had
stopped displaying that most Vulcan habit of reciting figures down to
extensive decimal places.
The next couple of hours was fairly routine as the FEYNMAN headed toward
EPSILON at warp speed. At 1415, the beta shift came to relieve the
current bridge crew. Jerran gave the helm up, reluctantly as usual, to
Midshipman Talo and headed for the turbolift. On his way to his quarters,
he met up with ENS Cartwright who greeted him with a smile and followed
him down the corridor.
"So, what are you going to call it?" she said as they entered his room and
she plopped herself down on his couch in front of the window.
"Call what?" he said with a smile as he walked over to the replicator and
ordered a couple cups of raktageno, handing one to her as he returned and
sat down next to her.
"That maneuver you did, silly. Everyone on the entire ship is talking
about how you saved the day! I was thinking of something on the lines of
the Jerran Variant to the Picard Maneuver, but I can't exactly see someone
order something that takes that long to say in a crisis situation. And so
I decided that it should be simply called the Jerran Maneuver."
He chuckled as he took a sip of the raktageno and said, "Oh, you decided.
And what about Admiral Picard? No mention of his tactic from which this
derives?"
"Wel, I guess we could let it be known by the long version in the
textbooks, and the short version by practice. That way, everyone's happy,
and you get the first notch of success in what will surely become as great
if not better a better carreer. They'll remember you in one breath with
all the other great Captain's in history, Christopher, Kirk, Sulu, Picard,
and Jerran!"
"Aren't you getting a bit carried away? I haven't even gotten my second
full pip yet and you're already sitting me in the Captain's Hall of Fame,"
he said with a slight smile, thinking about the train of thought he had a
couple of hours ago about his ambitions toward command.
She sighed, exhasperated at the Vulcan humility he insisted on expressing
every chance he got and said, "I suppose your right. I'm just proud of
you." She took a sip of her drink as she pulled off her boots and pulled
her feet up onto the couch.
He leaned over and stole a kiss from her and said, "Yes, I know, and I
appreciate it."
She smiled back at him and said, "So, what's for dinner? Will you make me
some hasparat? The replicators do no justice to your mother's recipe."
"Sure," he said with a slight chuckle. "But first, there's something I
have to attend to real quick." He walked back to his room and returned
with the ceremonial lantern he had used during his mourning of Kalani's
death.
"Oh," Jennifer said, understanding her friend completely, and
acknowledgin that understanding with one simple word. "I'm sure she'll
appreciate it very much."
Jerran nodded and said, "It's the least I could do after the way she
helped me get over the death of Kalani. Now it is my turn to repay the
debt."
He then walked out and headed down the hall a short ways till he reached
LT Jenn's quarters.. Luckily, no one answered when he activated the
buzzer, so he keyed in his security code and opened the door, staying just
long enough to place the lantern in the center of the room, along with a
PADD containing the words to the Bajoran death chant.
He returned to his quarters and said, "Now, to the hasparat," a slight
smile crossing his face as he looked over at ENS Cartwright sitting on the
couch.
<NRPG>
So, which way is EPSILON again? It's been so long since we've been back
there that I had almost forgotten ;)
Kristin: I hope Krysa has a few hours to spare, cause she's gonna need it
for that death chant ;)
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<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Engineering... Repairs... Etc.</h3>
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Jason Bostjancic 6-30-1996</h4>
MD: 5.1500<br>
Scene: Jefferies tube J10<br>
"Damn pilots... always <grunt> pushing the envelope..... but
never seem to... <argh>."
Worried about inturrupting the CEO, Ens. Jerrad meekly
pipes up in what was supposed to be an assertive voice, but ends
up rather mousish.
"Sir, umm.. are you all right... sir?"
Koreth dosen't even look back, "Fine ensign. Just fine." more than a
note of sarcasm is evident. "Mr. Jerran and his 'JERRAN MANEUVER'
nearly blew all the inertial dampeners.... <grunt>."
The partial klingon tries again to fit into a spot that was definately intended
for someone smaller. Finally Koreth crawls back out.
"Mr. Jerrad your new job is to replace the biocircuts in these confounded
cubby holes they call 'pathways' and get the primary dampeners back on line."
"Aye sir." The ACEO nearly dives in.
<nowiki><Blee boop......Zane to Koreth></nowiki>
"Koreth here."
<nowiki><I have a little addition I'd like you to start considering for the bridge
Mr. Koreth... if you could meet with me. It's not priority.></nowiki>
Tarrant turns and looks back into the tube where the smaller Jerrad is
working away.
'The choices are just staggering'
"Aye sir, on my way."
15 minutes later...............<br>
Scene: Captain's Ready Room<br>
".... so you see Lieutenant, I want something more authoritative. I'm
no interior decorator, but I need something that gives me a clearer view
of everything and that says.... *CAPTAIN*."
The CEO looks at Zane trying to determine if he's truly serious.
Starting slowly Tarrant begins speaking, "Well... I guess we can break
a few rules concerning alteration of ship bridges and do it... but I'll
have to wait till we get back at Epsilon..."
"Excellent Lieutenant. "
<NRPG>
Anything else Captain?
As for that crack about the SOLAR class looking like it backed
into something... I haven't forgotten that.
Respectfully,<br>
Jason<br>
Lieutenant Cmdr. Tirrin Vorak - OPS/2O - USS SERAPIS <-- A SOLAR CLASS!!<br>
Lieutenant Tarrant L. Koreth - CEO - USS FEYNMAN<br>
"Quoth the Raven 'Nevermore'"
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