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LtJG Krazny Oktyabr<br>
LtJG Krazny Oktyabr<br>
CNS, USS FEYNMAN<br>
CNS, USS FEYNMAN<br>
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: NRPG McGruff the Crime Dog</h3>
<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 Kristen Gant 5-28-1996</h4>
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Andrew Nugteren 5-27-1996</h4>
>Krysa: So is Kavan 'skilled at telepathic projection,' by any chance? <EG><br>
SD: 80527.1325<br>
Ummm, well, explain exactly what it is.... I mean I have an idea... but I<br>
MD: 3.1815<br>
need specifics :) Poor Krysa certainly isn't :):)<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."


Kristen<br>
[Very well,] he frowned, clearly disgusted with Zane. [I will
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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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Kristen and Scott Gant<br>
Kristen and Scott Gant<br>
http://homepage.interaccess.com/~sgant/gant.htm<br>
http://homepage.interaccess.com/~sgant/gant.htm<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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Charles Jencks (jencksc@watmail.ucr.edu)
(alternate address - coming soon)
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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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Kristen and Scott Gant<br>
http://homepage.interaccess.com/~sgant/gant.htm<br>
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<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: NRPG Climb Mount Olympia</h3>
<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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Kristen and Scott Gant<br>
http://homepage.interaccess.com/~sgant/gant.htm<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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NRPG: Wonder who's going to rescue us now?
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Charles Jencks (jencksc@watmail.ucr.edu)
(alternate address - coming soon)
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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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