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respectfully,
respectfully,
Andy
Andy<br>


-CMDR Zane, Commanding, USS FEYNMAN<br>
-CMDR Zane, Commanding, USS FEYNMAN<br>
-LT.CMDR Nigel Brock, Instructor, Holodeck 18<br>
-LT.CMDR Nigel Brock, Instructor, Holodeck 18<br>
-LT.CMDR Tarsa Rogers, Executive Officer, USS GAUSS<br>
-LT.CMDR Tarsa Rogers, Executive Officer, USS GAUSS<br>
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: A New Distraction Part II</h3>
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by
Andrew Catterick 5-24-1996</h4>
SD: 80524.1800<br>
MD: 3.1800<br>
Scene: Bridge<br>
"Report." Zane ordered as he exited the turbolift. His eyes
directed at the events on the main viewscreen.
Jerran was still sitting in the command chair quickly entering
commands into the arm console. Zane noted how the FCO looked like he
belonged there, the calm efficency. He'd make a fine captain one day.
He rose to give Zane the seat.
Jerran quickly gave him an update on the incoming passenger liner.
He turned to the OPS officer. "Put its stats up on the viewer"
Instantly an image of the OLYMPIA was visible on the left side of
the viewscreen, the right side a text based listing of its specification.
"Hmmm..." Zane read aloud. "...standard liner. Warp 4 max.
navigational screens only, minmial lasers to take care of stray debris,
5000 passengers, 1200 crew. She's a hell of a long way from home and the
normal traffic routes. Helm plot an intercept course, full impulse."
"Captain something is happening on the surface of the ring!"
"On screen." Zane ordered.
"It looks like some sort of space dock doors are opening....yes
there are some ships emerging."
"Where is this happening." Zane asked.
"Almost on the exact opposite side of the Ring from the Luddite settlement."
Over the next two minutes the bridge crew watched as 8 ships
emerged and the door closed. A quick search of the computer database
placed the ships as Panarik cargo carriers. The Panarik were a peaceful
people who, other than periodic trading ventures, kept to themselves.
Unfortunately they were unable to grow enough food to feed themselves so
they traded mechanical equipment with several communities throughout the
Ring....including the Luddites."
Zane frowned. They couldn't let those ships enter the Luddite
community. "If they are heading for the Luddite Community how long will
it take them to reach it?"
"Based on the reports of past survey teams, those things are
built around a fairly inefficient fusion drive....I'd say 4 maybe 5
days."
"Good, one problem to put on the back-burner for now but lets
make sure we can an eye on them."
"Sir we're approaching the OLYMPIA."
"All stop. Hail them."
<<<NRPG>>>
Well a little cut and paste and we've got both posts together!
regards,<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>
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Olympia</h3>
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Andrew Nugteren 5-25-1996</h4>
SD: 80525.0621<br>
MD: 3.1815<br>
> "Sir we're approaching the OLYMPIA."<br>
><br>
> "All stop. Hail them."<br>
Jade carefully manipulated her console and hailed the incoming passenger
liner. "No response sir, although I'm now receiving what appears to be a
pre-recorded message. Audio only."
"Bridge Speakers," Zane ordered.
[This is Seth, now in control of the CCS-Olympia. Our group has seen it
necessary to hijack this vessel. Once we have completed the work of the
Order, this ship and all passengers will be released. We believe in a
policy of minimal aggression, but any attempts to halt our progress will
result in the death of hostages. The destruction of the Cargo Ring on the
Jupiter Station yesterday is a show of our power and determination.]
[We will not be turned back. Should the Federation choose to interfere
in the work of the Order, I swear to you that todays bombing in the Sola
System will appear failed in comparison to our power. You have been warned.]
The atmosphere on the bridge was that of silence as the harsh voice gave
its parting warning over the bridge speakers.
"Captain," Jerran broke the silence. "She appears to be on a direct
course for an orbit directly above the Neo-Luddite colony."
Respectfully submitted,
Lt(jg) Jade Sr'qwon<br>
Chief of Security<br>
U.S.S. Feynman<br>
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Starting the Quest for a Cure</h3>
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Max Felsher 5-25-1996</h4>
SD 80525.1500(GMT)<br>
MD 3.1800<br>
Epsilon Indi Ring:just outside Neo-Luddite settlement<br>
Maril and Warrant Officer Samuel McStirens, one of the medical officers,
walked in to the settlement without anyone really noticing them. In fact, they were
almost ignored as they walked down a street on the outskirts of the city.
The Neo-Luddites were at a stage of development close to late 20th-century to
mid 21st-century Earth. They had come from another settlement on a distant planet
approximately one hundred fifty years ago. There were a few space vessels at the
Spaceport at the other end of the settlement, but not many. The Neo-Luddites were
rather isolationist.
Maril and McStirens actually had quite aways to go before they got to the
actual city. The area they were in was actually more of a suburb than anything else.
"Get some samples,'' Maril whispered to McStirens. "We will take a metro
train into the city in approximately half an hour."
"Aye, sir."
Maril took a look around. There were not many houses in this area; the land
was taken up mostly by farms.
Maril felt a tap on the shoulder and turned around. A young man, apparently
Neo-Luddite, stood there.
"Yes?"
"Hello, I'm Stio Abigacho. Pleased to meet you."
"Ummm...please to meet you too," Maril replied.
"I can see you're pretty new to the settlement. I know the city prettty well.
Maybe I can help you."
"Hmm..not now. Maybe later," Maril responded. He knew that he would need
to find a place to stay and organize the team before he could even really look for a
guide.
"Well, okay. You can call me at 27-ABIG-032-11. I'll be wherever you need me."
"Thank you." Maril realized this young Neo-Luddite might come in handy
some time.
MD 3.1945<br>
EI Ring: Neo-Luddite settlement: Eastern Central Section: Sikia Way<br>
Maril, and McStirens, stood in front of the rather large house on the crowded
Sikia Way. This was one of the oldest sections of the city, and also one of the busiest.
Maril was trying to see how much he would have to pay for this house, 88 Sikia Way.
Luckily, he did have some Neo-Luddite currency with him.
"We will only need it for about thirty days," Maril said. He didn't expect them
to be there that long, but he wanted to be on the safe side.
"Fine. If you pay 520 birads right now, and 2450 at the end of the month or
whenever you leave, I'll let you rent this place, if you pay for power, heat and water,"
the owner offered.
Maril didn't know too much about business, but his gut told him that wasn't a
good deal. "I will pay for power, heat and water, if you lower it to 450 birads right now,
and 1800 birads later."
The owner contemplated that for a moment, then said, "Fine. But give me the
450 right now."
And then Maril went through all the procedures, and finally Maril and
McStirens were in the house. Maril pulled out a small short-range subspace
transceiver. The implants in the team members' ears received communications on the
frequency used by the transceiver, and so they could communicate.
"Maril to settlement team members. We are situated at 88 Sikia Way in the East
Central section of the city. Remember to be here at 2200 hours. Maril out."
MD 3.2200<br>
EI Ring:N-L settlement:88 Sikia Way: Living Room<br>
All ten members of the team were sitting in the room, and so Maril began.
"Now, who would like to report first?"
The sun has met the sea,<br>
Lt. Commander Onta Maril,<br>
First Officer, USS Feynman,<br>
aka Max Felsher<br>
NRPG:<br>
Well, let's see what happens. :)<br>
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Past and Present</h3>
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by
Andrew Catterick 5-26-1996</h4>
SD: 80526.1800<br>
MD: 3.1810<br>
Scene: Bridge<br>
"Mr. Jerran put us between the OLYMPIA and the Ring." Zane ordered
"Aye sir." the FCO replied as his fingers danced across the helm.
"Yellow alert and raise the shields." In instances such as this
one could never be too prepared.
As the ship manueuvered into position Zane turned to his armrest
computer to access information on the Order cross-referenced with the
Tarellian Plague. In a few seconds the information was on screen.
The plague had started when one of the nation-states on Tarell IV
had attacked its rival with a bio-chemical missile. Inevitably the virus
it contained mutated and the Tarellian Plague was born. As the plague
spread across the planet panic ensued and those who could afford to
escaped on any ship that would take them. Of course with
the refugees came the plague but by the time their neighbours had
realized it was too late. Like wild-fire the plague began to spread.
As with most viruses there were some who were immune and after
the plague was halted through a horrible but necessary quarantine of
the effected systems, the inhabitants left to suffer, there were still
Tarellians scattered throughout the quadrant. Having survived the medical
scourge they now faced an emotional one, the revenge of a hundred worlds.
Over the following years Tarellians were hunted down and tortured by the
survivors of those who had once gave them shelter and were rewarded with
disease. In a relatively short time all but a handful of Tarellians had
been found and destroyed. The lucky few to survive, insane after almost
5 decades of suffering came together to form the Order. A fananatical
group who sought out the plague and pledged to spread it throughout
the galaxy.
Zane looked up at the growing passenger liner on the viewscreen
and cursed himself for having been sure things could not possibly be any
worse after he had viewed Nicholas' orders 5 days ago. "Mr. Sr'qwon scan
the ship, I want to know where every one is."
"There are 6 humanoids identified as Tarellians on the bridge of that
ship as well as three others in engineering. Everyone else, passengers and
presumably officers and crew of the OLYMPIA are divided into three large
compartments, probably the main dining areas."
Zane nodded. It made a basic sense. It also made things easy.
And that was a thought that Zane wasn't comfortable with. *They may be
fanatics but their successes have shown they're not stupid.*
"Are they changing course or slowing?"
"No sir."
"This is going to get very interesting."
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>
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Dividing the Settlement Team</h3>
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Max Felsher 5-27-1996</h4>
SD 80527.0030(GMT)<br>
MD 3.2230<br>
EI Ring: N-L Settlement: 88 Sikia Way: Living Room<br>
Maril listened as each of the officers gave their report. Most of them spoke of a
friendly people who had no idea that they could be involved in a major epidemic.
"I was also thinking, sir," one of the medical officers said, "that we could set up
a...sort of, a doctor's office. That way we could use more complex equipment without
them being suspicious that we're taking samples."
"But that's unethical!" another medical officer exclaimed. "Making them think
that we're doing what they asked us to do, and in reality, taking samples!"
Maril stopped the conversation. "I realize that doing this is unethical, but we
must remember that simply taking the samples without their knowledge is unethical, as
well."
"But-"
"Also, we must make sure we are not confusing Disel and Eltyr. Excuse me, I meant
we should get our priorities straight. Of course, none of us would want to take samples
of these people without their knowledge, but look at the possible consequences if we
don't. A pandemic, or destruction of the Ring. Either way, billions of lives are lost. So,
we must see which is more important...keeping our integrity or letting all those lives be
lost. In a way, I believe I am throwing a dagger at my integrity if I let those lives be
destroyed." Maril paused for a second.
"That is why I will let the doctor's office be set up. I want three of you on this
project. I suggest that you do not all do the same thing, however. Perhaps one could
get the samples, another could analyze them ,and the third could organize them. I do
not know. I leave that for you to decide. McStirens, Stirak, and Ezil, this is your
project."
"Tirabumusi, Smith," he spoke to the two other medical officers, "continue
getting samples in other ways. I'm sure you'll find ways to do it." Maril smiled.
"Escarda, Ibar," this time, he was talking to the two security officers, "you will
guard the house and manage the communications on this team and between us and the
other teams."
"Jabonas, Kepra, I want you to investigate how the plague could have gotten
here and how it's spread. I will be working on similar issues," these last words were to
the science officers.
"Is there anything more to report?" When the officers replied in the negative, he
ordered, "Then, get to sleep!"
MD 4.0700
Maril walked towards the settlement telecommunication network outlet in the
house. He put in the proper code for the person he wanted to contact--"27-ABIG-032-
11".
Stio Abigacho's face, the one he had seen the day before when he entered the
settlement, appeared on the rather small screen.
"So, you decided to ask for my services, huh?"
"Yes, I would like to have a basic tour of the settlement. Not too detailed, just
what I need to know to get around."
"Fine. I'll be there before you know it."
The sun has met the sea,<br>
Lt. Commander Onta Maril,<br>
First Officer, USS Feynman,<br>
aka Max Felsher<br>
NRPG:
Another developing post. Don't worry, I'll come out with something that will actually
help us soon. :) (Or maybe not. ;) )
I know I recommended not to name all of your team, but mine was so small, and I
thought it would sound better with actual names. :)
Andrew: Those security NPCs aren't on your list, but I assumed that those were for
outside the settlement. These NPCs will probably die on this mission anyway. ;)
(BTW, don't believe a word I just said. I actually forgot who was beaming down. :)
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: A Mission Ops Officer</h3>
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Kristen Gant 5-27-1996</h4>
Stardate: 80527.1210<br>
Scene: Perimeter Team One<br>
MD: 4.0100<br>
Krysa blinked at the non-sequitor. "Your fatigue levels are high," the
doctor continued. "Get some sleep. No sense in wearing yourself out."
Glin'kharr's eyes returned to the coffin. When she didn't move, he
looked over his spectacles at her. "Doctor's orders."
"Yes, sir," she said, grinning. On her way out, she dimmed the lights
slightly, leaving Dr. Glin’kharr to his watch. She wondered idly about
Kavan. She hadn’t allowed herself to think about him to much, as it only
seemed to get in the way of her job. She knew that he hadn’t wanted her
to beam down to the planet, she had felt that. But he had kept his
promise that his presence on the Feynman wouldn’t affect her duty, and
he had said nothing.
She found a quiet spot near a tree and sat down to run through some of
her relaxation exercises. She felt out over the Feynman crew, noting
some tension, but also a calmness that tended to come along with trust
of one’s fellow crew. As she began to relax she drifted off to sleep...
****<br>
MD: 4.0650<br>
Krysa was awakened by a call over her commpin, <Lt. Jenn, we are reading
someone nearing your position.>
Krysa came instantly awake, silently cursing herself for falling asleep
so far from the main encampment. “I’m watching.” she said quietly to
assure the officer on watch that she was okay. She stood cautiously,
brushing dirt off her clothes. As she looked around she heard the hiss
of a phaser and then everything went dark.
****<br>
MD: 4.0700<br>
WO Reetza was on the scanners when she had seen the person heading
toward where Lt. Jenn was. She had called and warned her, and received
her calm reply. But that had been 10 minutes ago and she hadn’t heard
anything since. The unknown person had left the area, heading back
toward the Neo-Luddite settlement, and Lt. Jenn was still where she had
been all night.
“Lt. Jenn?” she said, hitting her commpin for the third time.
Ens. Wong approached her to take his watch. “What’s wrong?” he asked,
seeing her worried face.
“I can’t seem to get Lt. Jenn on her commpin,” she said. “There was
someone approaching her, and I warned her. She responded, and then I
waited. Her commpin is still showing her at the same location, but she
doesn’t answer.”
“You stay here, I’ll get a security team organized.” Reetza nodded and
Wong headed to get a couple of security officers together. Two were sent
out to Lt. Jenn’s location, and Wong went in search of Dr. Glin’karr.
Until they knew what happened to Lt. Jenn, he was the next in command.
He saw the doctor heading to the medical labs, “Doctor!” he called.
Dr. Glin’karr turned to see the young man walking toward him. “Yes?”
“Sir, Lt. Jenn is not responding. I’ve sent a security team to find her,
but I thought you ought to know.”
<Ens. Wong>
Came the call on his commpin, “Wong here.”
<We’ve found her commpin. She’s no where to be seen.> Wong looked up at
the Doctor to await his orders.
****<br>
Scene: ??<br>
MD: ??<br>
Krysa woke, with a splitting headache. She started to rise, which only
caused her head to pound worse.
“Welcome.” said a deep voice.
She looked around trying to see who was with her or even where she was.
“Who are you?” she asked.
“That’s not important. What is important is that you don’t stop us from
our mission.”
“What mission?” she asked, her head still pounding. It was too dark for
her to see anything much anyway, so she kept her eyes closed, trying to
concentrate on stopping the pounding.
“No, I’m not going to tell you that yet. First I want to know who you
are?”
Regards,<br>
Lt. Krysa Jenn<br>
****<br>
NRPG: Well, Krysa’s never been kidnapped before :)<br>
Kristen
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: On the Ship, on the Bridge</h3>
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by
Charles Jencks 5-27-1996</h4>
SD 80527.2220<br>
USS FEYNMAN Bridge<br>
Lieutenant (j.g.) Krazny Oktyabr sat down, in the traditional Counselor's
seat on the Bridge. He began chatting with the Captain.
"Counselor..." the captain began.
"Sir, I prefer Lieutenant, or Krazny. You don't call everyone else by
their job title."
"Good point..."
-------------------------------------
NRPG: Just a little character placement/development.<br>
Charles Jencks<br>
LtJG Krazny Oktyabr<br>
CNS, USS FEYNMAN<br>
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: All is Fair in War</h3>
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Andrew Nugteren 5-27-1996</h4>
SD: 80527.1325<br>
MD: 3.1815<br>
Scene: Bridge<br>
> "Are they changing course or slowing?"<br>
><br>
> "No sir."<br>
><br>
> "This is going to get very interesting."<br>
"Intercept range is 55 seconds and closing sir," Jade reported from her
station. "Still no signs of a change in speed."
The seconds ticked by at pace.
"15 seconds and still on course."
Zane was about to order evasive action when the passenger liner rapidly
decelerated and glided to a standstill 1000 meters off the Feynman's bow.
She then gave a burst to starboard and attempted to slip past the Feynman.
Jerran, having anticipated such a maneoveur, quickly adjusted his controls
and moved into a blocking position. Both ships halted and faced off. The
Olympia with her gaudy appearance... the Feynman with her functional but
sleek shell.
"We're being hailed sir," Jade reported and directed the incoming message
onto the main bridge viewer.
Onscreen flashed a man. The blunt look on his face showed his annoyance
at the Feynman's disruption. "My name is Cain," he began. "You will
immediately allow us to pass or suffer the consequences."
"This is Commander Zane of the US.." Zane began, but was interrupted in
mid-sentance.
"I don't care who you are, or what you do. I warned you before. Now see
that I intend to keep my threats."
The view on screen cut to the main passenger bay where one of the
Tarellian guards could be seen patrolling one of the groups of hostages. He
prodded what appeared to be a Caitain noble to her feet and nudged her into
the corner. Stepping back, he calmly raised his phaser rifle, pulled the
trigger and then exited the room smartly out a side door. The view cut back
to the bridge where Cain was now seated in the Command Chair, twiddling his
thumbs with an evil smile on his face.
"I said twice now not to take my word as a bluff," he gloated. "Which
part did not understand? Now please make way, or will it take more innocent
lives to make up your mind."
Back on the bridge of the Feynman, Zane stood with a difficult decision
to make. He glanced at the other bridge staff, who were still in shock from
what had just happened. Cain also sensed his indecision.
"Perhaps I can make your decision easier for you Commander," he began
kindly. "I should really inform you that I have your Operations Officer
hostage on the Ring. You will either cooperate at once, or she will die."
Krysa? Hostage on the Ring? Zane motioned for an audio-cut and tapped
his communicator. "Zane to Lt. Jenn." Silence echoed. "Zane to Lt. Jenn.
Are you alright?" Silence once more.
"I'm waiting..." Cain said in a teasing tone the moment the audio link
was re-connected. "Your decision Commander?"
Respectfully submitted,
Lt(jg) Jade Sr'qwon<br>
Chief of Security<br>
U.S.S. Feynman<br>
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: All is Fair in War (Cont.)</h3>
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Andrew Catterick 5-28-1996</h4>
> Krysa? Hostage on the Ring? Zane motioned for an audio-cut and tapped<br>
> his communicator. "Zane to Lt. Jenn." Silence echoed. "Zane to Lt. Jenn.<br>
> Are you alright?" Silence once more.<br>
><br>
> "I'm waiting..." Cain said in a teasing tone the moment the audio link<br>
> was re-connected. "Your decision Commander?"<br>
><br>
SD: 80528.1500<br>
MD: 3.1812<br>
Scene: Bridge<br>
"This isn't a decision I can make. I'm Captain of a small ship out
on the frontier. You must know that the Federation and Starfleet does
not bargain with terrorists..."
[We are not terrorists! We are fighters of a just cause and will
not be treated as common thugs.]
"I'm sorry I did not mean to belittle you. All I am saying is
that this issue is bigger than I'm prepared to handle. I must contact my
superiors. It will take no more than one hour."
The terrorist leader sneered back at Zane. [I had heard that
Starfleet officers were proud and strong, masters of their destiny. It
seems that in this case I have heard incorrectly. I do not care that you
are incapable of making a decision by yourself. I will not delay our
quest any longer.]
"At least give me a few minutes to consult with my officers. You
must realize that the potential for a misstep leading to many deaths is
large. I want a peaceful resolution to this."
[Very well,] he frowned, clearly disgusted with Zane. [I will
give you five minutes for your officers to tell you that your only
decision is the one I have offered.] The screen went blank.
Zane turned to Sr'qwon. "I want cannisters of anesthesine gas
beamed over to that ship centering on the bridge, engineering and
the prisoner holding centers as well as the main life support systems.
It should take no more than 5 seconds to render everyone on board
unconscious. Then beam over with your personnel and apprehend the
terrorists. And make it quick, I want this all to happen before the five
minutes are up."
"Aye sir." She replied and raced from the bridge.
"What about Krysa? When his men find out we've captured
everyone..." Jerran asked.
"Our first duty is to the civilians on that ship. We can't let
one hostage, even Krysa, take precedent over the others. And perhaps
Krysa will be safer if we have a few hostages of our own." Zane replied
hoping that was true.
_________________________<br>
Timeframe: 8 minutes later<br>
[Sr'qwon to FEYNMAN. The terrorists have been captured, ship is
secure.]
"Good work Lieutenant! We'll beam aboard a tech party to staff
the bridge until the OLYMPIA's crew recovers from the gas. Have your
prisoners beamed directly to the brig. I'll join you there. FEYNMAN out."
Zane started towards the turbolift. "Mr. Jerran you have the bridge."
<<<NRPG>>>
Andrew: Feel free to post your team's exploits on the OLYMPIA
Kris: Hmmm, I remember you mentioning accidents may happen as a route to
the CO slot. I'd hate to see your captors do anything rash.<BEG>
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>
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: NRPG McGruff the Crime Dog</h3>
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Kristen Gant 5-28-1996</h4>
>Krysa: So is Kavan 'skilled at telepathic projection,' by any chance? <EG><br>
Ummm, well, explain exactly what it is.... I mean I have an idea... but I<br>
need specifics :) Poor Krysa certainly isn't :):)<br>
Kristen<br>
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<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Climb Mount Olympia</h3>
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by
Charles Jencks 5-28-1996</h4>
SD: 80528.1500
MD: 3.1812
Scene: Bridge
> Timeframe: 8 minutes later<br>
><br>
> [Sr'qwon to FEYNMAN. The terrorists have been captured, ship is secure.]<br>
><br>
> "Good work lieutenant! We'll beam aboard a tech party to staff<br>
> the bridge until the OLYMPIA's crew recovers from the gas. Have your<br>
> prisoners beamed directly to the brig. I'll join you there. FEYNMAN out."<br>
><br>
> Zane started towards the turbolift. "Mr. Jerran you have the bridge."
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Aboard the OLYMPIA<br>
Krazny had decided against the previous away mission, but knowing that
staying on the ship all the time wasn't exactly the way to command, an
aspiration most people would be shocked to hear from a Counselor, he had
volunteered for the boarding party.
Now he was "riding the bridge" on the OLYMPIA, assisting Lt. Sr'qwon in
administering the captured vessel. He was personally administering the
comm link with the FEYNMAN's transporter room. Chief Tyler was busily
transporting the captured terroristo to the FEYNMAN's brig.
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NRPG: Since nobody seemed to be addressing Krazny, I decided to plug him
into the boarding party... he WAS on the ship. In fact I think he was on
the bridge. And who would have thought he aspires to command?
I suppose he's next in line behind Kristen...
Of course, if it were a very cramped ship, like a frigate, he might get
the pick over her... after all she's got that husband to tote around now.
(Not that it's a bad thing...)
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LtJG Christophe Boulanger, CEO, USS MELBOURNE (BLUE)
Ens K'Zeka'Sl'V"Kia, FCO, USS CARSON (BLUE)
LtJG Krazny Oktyabr, CNS, USS FEYNMAN (SILVER)
Ens Jarin Edisrevir, CSO, USS LINCOLN (RED)
Capt (FMM) Marie T Alsatien, CO, SS ALSACE (MVL-774221) (FT)
Sgt K'Athena Mare, SFMC - FRT-7 (FT)
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<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: NRPG All is Fair in War</h3>
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Kristen Gant 5-28-1996</h4>
>Kris: Hmmm, I remember you mentioning accidents may happen as a route to<br>
>the CO slot. I'd hate to see your captors do anything rash.<BEG><br>
Hardy har har :):):) <Grumble> why do I do this to myself....
Kristen<br>
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<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Kristen Gant 5-28-1996</h4>
>NRPG: Since nobody seemed to be addressing Krazny, I decided to plug him<br>
>into the boarding party... he WAS on the ship. In fact I think he was on<br>
>the bridge. And who would have thought he aspires to command?<br>
Sometimes that is exactly what you have to do, Charles... It's not always
easy to remember who is where... Gee, I'm not even sure where Krysa is right
now :):):)
Kristen<br>
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<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Let Me Help</h3>
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Kristen Gant 5-29-1996</h4>
Stardate: 80529.1552<br>
Scene: 10-Forward<br>
MD: I haven’t a clue ??<br>
Zane walked into 10-forward he saw Kavan standing by the window watching
the ring. Bat was behind the bar in his usual position.
“He hasn’t moved since you called earlier.” Bat said as Zane looked at
him.
Zane nodded and headed over to where Kavan stood. “Kavan, I have a
question for you.”
Startled out of his thoughts, he jumped slightly at the Captain’s voice.
He turned and gave a drawn smile to the man. “Sure, what is it?”
“Dr. Glinn’karr wants to try finding Krysa using telepathic projection.
I thought maybe you’d be able to help him.”
Kavan frowned, turning to look out at the ring again, “I’ve been trying
here, but I’m not getting anything.” He looked at Zane again. “Do you
really think she’s still on the ring?”
Zane shrugged, “There’s no way to tell for sure. That’s just what they
told us. It’s a logical place, though. There is no way our sensors could
pick Krysa out of those billions of people down there without her
commpin. And so far the teams on the OLYMPIA haven’t come across her.”
“Maybe if I went down to the ring I might have a better chance of
finding her.”
Zane nodded, “That’s what Dr. Glinn’karr thought as well, But it’s up to
you.”
“I’ll go. It’s got to be better then sitting here worrying about her. At
least there I can be doing something.”
****
“No, I’m not going to tell you that yet. First, I want to know who you
are?”
“Lt. Krysa Jenn, Ops Officer, USS FEYNMAN. Kidnapping a Starfleet
officer is a serious offense.” Krysa’s head pounded to the rhythm of her
voice as she spoke.
“Who said you were kidnapped?” asked the voice. Krysa looked around. It
was still dark but her eyes were beginning to adjust to the dim light
“What am I doing here?” she asked.
“We are just keeping you here where it is safe.” Krysa could make out a
man standing not to far away from her. “Now why don’t you lay down and
rest. Perhaps it will take away the headache.” The man chuckled and
walked out of the room.
Regards,<br>
Lt. Krysa Jenn<br>
****<br>
NRPG: It’s short cause I didn’t want to interfere with whatever Charles
has in mind :) <br>
Ted, feel free to use Kavan on the ring is you really
want him to go.<br>
Kristen
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Who Did You Say You Are?</h3>
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by
Charles Jencks 5-30-1996</h4>
SD 80530.0115<br>
MD... shortly after Krazny transported to the OLYMPIA, whenever that was.<br>
Aboard OLYMPIA... On the Bridge<br>
Krazny Oktyabr looked around. The bridge even had its dark corners.
Suddenly an indicator on the OPS panel lit up. He rushed to it... there
was a ship decloaking off the starboard bow... some sort of Maquis raider.
He'd seen them before, but not with a cloak. Suddenly he heard Krysa
calling out from what seemed to be the Captain's office, just off the
bridge.
As soon as he entered the office, he was stunned, and he didn't see who
did it.
Aboard the raider SEAN MILLER... a dark chamber, several hours later.
Krazny's eyes flickered open, the heavy stun beginning to wear off. Krysa
was huddled over him, and he could see several people farther back, though
faces were impossible to make out in this darkness.
"It's the Maquis... they claim they've got a cell on the Ring and are
trying to evacuate them, that's why they took the OLYMPIA. They captured
me to get our attention... and you to retaliate for recapturing the
OLYMPIA, or so they told me." Krysa frowned. "They seem to have had some
trouble taking you."
"No, they just had their phasers set too high." he lowered is voice. "I
got a subcutaneous communicator, and it's on. The FEYNMAN can hear
everything we say."
Aboard the FEYNMAN
Commander Zane looked up. The Maquis? Nobody had been really sure they
were even still around... but apparently they were. Now to find this
raider... it had not come close enough to be detected except by the
OLYMPIA, and now it was, apparently, cloaked again...
With the Operations officer and Counselor aboard.
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LtJG Christophe Boulanger, CEO, USS MELBOURNE (BLUE)
Ens K'Zeka'Sl'V"Kia, FCO, USS CARSON (BLUE)
LtJG Krazny Oktyabr, CNS, USS FEYNMAN (SILVER)
Ens Jarin Edisrevir, CSO, USS LINCOLN (RED)
Capt (FMM) Marie T Alsatien, CO, SS ALSACE (MVL-774221) (FT)
Sgt K'Athena Mare, SFMC - FRT-7 (FT)
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<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Where's Krysa??</h3>
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Kristen Gant 5-30-1996</h4>
Stardate: 80530.1326<br>
Scene: Ring<br>
MD: 4.0900<br>
Post #1 (I started numbering... If we decide not to we can ignore this :)
Kavan materialized in Perimeter Camp One. Dr. Glin’karr was waiting for
him. “You must be Dr. Glin’karr,” he said with a smile. The Captain had
prepared him for meeting the wolf. He was glad because had he not been
warned, he would have been quite surprised.
“Yes, I’m glad you could make it down. You’re help would be most
appreciated. With your bond to Lt. Jenn, we should be able to locate her
in no time.”
Kavan paused for a moment, trying to feel for Krysa. He thought he was
getting a faint response. But he couldn’t be sure. “I think I can feel
her...” he tried concentrating again, but still couldn’t be sure, but it
did give him hope.
Dr. Glin’karr was about to speak when Commander Zane’s voice chimed over
the comm. <We just received word that Krysa isn’t down there. Lt.
Krazney has found her on a clocked Maquis ship. Kavan, I’m sorry we
couldn’t stop you before you beamed down.>
Kavan looked confused, “Are you sure? I’m sure I got a faint response.”
<Could you be feeling her on the Maquis ship?>
“I don’t know, I couldn’t feel her when I was on the FEYNMAN.” Kavan
told him.
Dr. Glin’karr spoke up, “We’ll continue trying down here, anyway. Maybe
if Kavan and I work together we can tell for sure where this feeling
he’s getting is coming from. I think his initial feeling is a good one.”
<Sounds good... Zane out.>
****
She frowned slightly at the Counselor, “They can hear everything?”
“Yep, we’ll be out of here in no time.”
“Counselor, I’ll be right back I’ve got to run to the little girl’s
room.” She quickly jumped quickly up and headed off, leaving Krazny
wondering what was going on. He sat up letting his eyes adjust to the
dim light. He could see Krysa talking to one of the men on the other
side of the room. Then she turned and headed back to him.
“Krazny... Can I call Okkie,” she smiled, moving around behind him and
putting her hands on his shoulders, “I’ve been thinking...”
Suddenly Krazny stood up and turned to face her. “Who are you?”
She feigned surprise, “What are you talking about?”
He smirked, “I can feel your worry. You’ve made a mistake. While both
Krysa and I are Betazoid’s, for some reason I can’t read her. Yes I can
read you.”
She frowned, “Damn, I didn’t know that.” She made a move toward him but
he backed away. Unfortunately he backed into one of the other people in
the room and a hypospray was administered to his neck, causing him to
slump.
“Put him over there,” she ordered. “And please tell me you found a way
to block that subcutaneous communicator he was speaking of.”
“We think so, sir.”
“Think so... You better have or this mission will fail. And the Order
does not take kindly to failure.” she growled, which had any of the
FEYNMAN crew been there to hear, would have sounded very strange coming
out of Lt. Jenn.
Regards,<br>
Lt. Krysa Jenn<br>
****<br>
NRPG: I figure since we already established the ‘enemy’ was the ORDER, I
thought perhaps it was just an Old Maquis ship. Hope you don’t mind
Charles :) I’ll let someone else decide when the communication from
Krazney was broken off.
Also, either there are now two Lt. Jenn’s or Krysa has started working
for the enemy :) Shall we continue to play, “Where’s Krysa??”
Kristen
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