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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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