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<center><font style="font-size: 50px; font-stretch: expanded; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold; text-shadow: 4px 4px 4px black;">U.S.S. ''FEYNMAN'' NCC-66000<br> November 1996 Posts</font></center> | <center><font style="font-size: 50px; font-stretch: expanded; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold; text-shadow: 4px 4px 4px black;">U.S.S. ''FEYNMAN'' NCC-66000<br> November 1996 Posts</font></center> | ||
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<font style="font-size: large; font-stretch: expanded; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">TOTAL NOVEMBER 1996 POSTS: * | <font style="font-size: large; font-stretch: expanded; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">TOTAL NOVEMBER 1996 POSTS: *34*</font> | ||
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<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Some Thoughts On the Issahi</h3> | <h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Some Thoughts On the Issahi</h3> | ||
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proud she was of him. Glad for something to celebrate. | proud she was of him. Glad for something to celebrate. | ||
Scene: Bridge | Scene: Bridge<br> | ||
MD: 5.0900 | MD: 5.0900<br> | ||
The Captain sat in the center seat deep in thought. Krysa could feel his | The Captain sat in the center seat deep in thought. Krysa could feel his | ||
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-Commodore Nigel Straun, Executive Officer, INDIGO FLEET<br> | -Commodore Nigel Straun, Executive Officer, INDIGO FLEET<br> | ||
-Commander Horatio Sinclair, Fleet Intelligence Officer, BLUE FLEET<br> | -Commander Horatio Sinclair, Fleet Intelligence Officer, BLUE FLEET<br> | ||
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;"> | <h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN NRPG: A First Step</h3> | ||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Kristen Gant 11-6-1996</h4> | <h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Kristen Gant 11-6-1996</h4> | ||
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Kris & Scott Gant<br> | Kris & Scott Gant<br> | ||
http://homepage.interaccess.com/~sgant/gant.htm<br> | http://homepage.interaccess.com/~sgant/gant.htm<br> | ||
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;"> | <h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN NRPG: A First Step</h3> | ||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by | <h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by | ||
Andrew Catterick 11-6-1996</h4> | Andrew Catterick 11-6-1996</h4> | ||
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<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by | <h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by | ||
Andrew Catterick 11-6-1996</h4> | Andrew Catterick 11-6-1996</h4> | ||
Stardate: 81110.1005 | Stardate: 81110.1005<br> | ||
Scene: Issahi Council Chambers | Scene: Issahi Council Chambers<br> | ||
MD: 6.1815 | MD: 6.1815<br> | ||
> Zane spoke quickly, "We are here to discuss a mutually beneficial alliance.<br> | > Zane spoke quickly, "We are here to discuss a mutually beneficial alliance.<br> | ||
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-Commodore Nigel Straun, Executive Officer, INDIGO FLEET<br> | -Commodore Nigel Straun, Executive Officer, INDIGO FLEET<br> | ||
-Commander Horatio Sinclair, Fleet Intelligence Officer, BLUE FLEET<br> | -Commander Horatio Sinclair, Fleet Intelligence Officer, BLUE FLEET<br> | ||
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Slight Change In Plans</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Max Felsher 11-10-1996</h4> | |||
SD 81110.1830(GMT)<br> | |||
MD 6.1900<br> | |||
SCENE: Ten-Forward<br> | |||
Maril watched the Issahi around him, gobbling up the food around them. At a | |||
lull in his conversation with one of their science officers, he politely got up and | |||
stepped over to the Issahi leader. "Second Counsel, could I talk to you in a more | |||
private area." Razten looked confused, but he nodded. | |||
Maril quickly strode to the nearest turbolift, halting when the two reached it. | |||
"Ready Room." | |||
Maril glanced at Razten, who was looking at him intently. They stood there for | |||
a second, sizing each other up, before the turbolift reached its destination. | |||
"Ridero at the cave's entrance," Maril said, smiling, as he walked onto the | |||
Bridge, quickly noticing that t'Jon had the Conn. "Here we are." | |||
The Tamarian and the Issahi both stepped into the Ready Room, Maril | |||
offering the seat on the other side of the table to Razten, then walking over to the | |||
replicator. | |||
"Computer, ractajeno," Maril said in a surprisingly happy voice. "Would you | |||
like anything, Second Counsel?" | |||
"No, pardon my unwillingness." | |||
Maril grasped the cup of ractajeno and walked back to the table. "Very well. | |||
Now, Second Counsel, are you going to tell me what's going on?" Maril asked, | |||
sitting down, the smile now gone from his face. | |||
"I do not know what you mean." | |||
"Mr. Razten, I saw the looks on the faces of those two men down in | |||
Engineering. You have met this enemy before." | |||
Razten and Maril stared at each other again, trying to decide who would give | |||
up first. At last, the Second Counsel relented. "Yes, we have met them--perhaps | |||
I should say it--many times before. It is called the Reavers, and nothing will stop | |||
it from achieving its goals." Razten pulled a small rod from his pocket. Tapping | |||
on it, he spoke into it. "Second Counsel Razten to Vigil. Beam the information." | |||
Slowly, a small chip materialized in Razten's hand. He sliped into the console | |||
and stated, "Decode information sections 1A through 5J, authorization Second | |||
Counsel Razten, Issahi Confederacy Ship Vigil." | |||
The designs on the screen cleared away to reveal text and graphics showing | |||
much information. "The Reavers do not obey any rules of conduct," Razten | |||
continued. "First, they take over one of their enemy's officers. They have | |||
tremendous mental powers. Once they have control, they can learn about the | |||
enemy ship's systems, and find a weakness. That is probably what happened | |||
with your brethren vessel." | |||
Maril looked up, remembering the sensations he had been having lately. Was | |||
there any connection? Probably not; chances were it was his imagination. | |||
"Thank you, Second Counsel," he finally got out. "I hope we can be of further | |||
assistance to each other." | |||
"As do I." | |||
Their conversation was interrupted by a communication. [t'Jon to | |||
Commander Maril. I think you should come out here, sir.] | |||
The two quickly got up and walked onto the Bridge. "Report," Maril ordered | |||
firmly. | |||
"The shuttlepod 'Piaget' has left Shuttlebay 2 and engaged some sort of cloak. | |||
We just started a scan for it, but everything so far is negative." | |||
"A cloak? The 'Piaget' is a Type-15A shuttlepod. They have no cloaks." | |||
"I don't know, sir. Somehow it cloaked," t'Jon replied concernedly. "And | |||
that's not the worst of it. We have reason to believe that whoever took the | |||
shuttlepod downloaded files from our database and has them onboard." | |||
"Commander," Razten interjected. "If that shuttlepod is heading for the | |||
Reavers, they would have an enormous asset in your files and vessel." | |||
"Yes," Maril replied thoughtfully. He had a big decision to make. Should he | |||
go after the shuttlepod and abandon the away team? Or, should he accept that it | |||
was gone and stay in orbit? He finally decided on a compromise. | |||
"Lieutenant Koreth, please report to the Bridge." | |||
MD 6.2000 | |||
[This is Lieutenant Koreth, commanding the USS Nogura II, we're ready and | |||
in orbit.] | |||
"You have your orders, Lieutenant. Feynman out." Maril sighed. "Security, | |||
project the current position of the 'Piaget' using last known heading and | |||
acceleration. Helm, when you get the coordinates, lay in a course for them at | |||
full impulse." | |||
"Sir, the Issahi are offering their assistance in our search." | |||
"Very well. Send a message thanking them for any help they can give us." | |||
Maril sighed again. He had just ordered Lieutenant Koreth to take command | |||
of a group of shuttlecraft and orbit the Issahi homeworld. They were the | |||
runabout Nogura II, the Type 6 shuttlecrafts "Von Braun" and "Asimov II", and | |||
the Type 16 shuttlepod "Daystrom". He had ordered the company of | |||
shuttlecrafts to orbit to notify the Captain of Maril's doings and to give the away | |||
team some mobility, as well as to allow more research to be done on the Issahi | |||
planet. Unfortunately, Maril wasn't very sure of this plan, or its chances for | |||
success. | |||
The sun has met the sea,<br> | |||
Lt. Commander Onta Maril,<br> | |||
First Officer, USS Feynman,<br> | |||
aka Max Felsher<br> | |||
NRPG:<br> | |||
Well, I have no idea who the mystery occupant of the "Piaget" is. Anyone else | |||
have a clue? | |||
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: The Trouble With Starships</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Michael "Mike" Dailey 11-7-1996</h4> | |||
SD: 81112.1830<br> | |||
MD: 6.1710<br> | |||
Scene: Security Office<br> | |||
> "Computer." said J.C. He stretched, wondering if he had enough time to<br> | |||
> grab a bite to eat. Frowning, it was about five seconds, and the usual<br> | |||
> instantaneous response from the computer was not happening. J.C. stood<br> | |||
> up this time.<br> | |||
><br> | |||
> "Computer, respond!".<br> | |||
><br> | |||
> [breep! Crackle.... Crackle... error. Please restate inquiry.]<br> | |||
><br> | |||
> "Computer, I didn't make any inquiry, yet." Reaching over to the console<br> | |||
> on his desktop, J.C. hit the command access link. No response...<br> | |||
> something was really wrong. Maybe Koreth was running a system diagnostic<br> | |||
> or something. Tapping his comm badge, J.C. started to call the CEO, but<br> | |||
> the comm link did not connect.<br> | |||
><br> | |||
> "Damn." Thinking, J.C. opened his bottom desk drawer and got out his<br> | |||
> handheld communicator. They were seldom used anymore by Starfleet, but<br> | |||
> it still worked. He flipped open the cover, activating the comm link. He<br> | |||
> was rewarded with the old-style 'chirp' sound of the connection.<br> | |||
><br> | |||
> "Allard to Koreth." J.C. hoped this would work.<br> | |||
Minutes passed by, which seemed like days. J.C. was getting VERY angry | |||
that no one was answering him. <nowiki>*DAMN these computers anyway. Glad I | |||
never took engineering*</nowiki> thought the CSO. Setting his sidearm down on | |||
the desk, he thought <nowiki>*one more try*</nowiki>, | |||
"Bridge, this is Security. Respond please.", said Justin. Still nothing. | |||
He closed the cover to the old-style communicator and put it back in his | |||
drawer. <nowiki>*I'll get to the bottom of this*</nowiki> J.C. left Security. The lift | |||
ride to the bridge seemed to take forever. Stepping out before the doors | |||
were even open all of the way, J.C. headed around to the Conn.... but | |||
skidded to a halt, mouth hanging open. He was looking at one of the | |||
Issahi Diplomats sitting quite comfortably in Zane's chair... he reached | |||
for his sidearm, but had put it in his desk. | |||
Submitted,<br> | |||
Mike Dailey<br> | |||
Splatter2@qtm.net<br> | |||
Lieutenant J.G., J.C. Allard SEC-TAC - USS FEYNMAN - SILVER FLEET<br> | |||
Lieutenant D'doj Zzawj Ckorji MD OPS/2O - USS ELIZABETH BLACKWELL - SILVER FLEET<br> | |||
<nowiki>******** | |||
* NRPG * | |||
********</nowiki><br> | |||
Hello all. I included a bit from my last post. Seems a few of you | |||
didn't get it (I guess). Anyway, I'm not sure of any way J.C. and | |||
company could help. Looks like Engineering, Science, and Medical have | |||
their hands full. Alas, poor J.C. has his own problems with | |||
'short-circuits' everywhere. Let's hope someone can repair-stop these | |||
'malfunctions'... like I said in my prior post, remember the USS YAMATO | |||
(ref. 'CONTAGION', TNG 2nd season). | |||
Wonder what the Issahi is doing in the center seat? Wonder who stole | |||
the shuttle? Wonder who is invading Maril's mind [this time]? Wonder | |||
where the FCO has gone to? Wonder why J.C. is unarmed? Wonder if Zane | |||
will have any ears left after J.C. chews him out and beats him on the | |||
head with the 'fleet regulations, especially about Captains beaming down | |||
UNESCORTED, even on a diplomatic mission. For answers to these and other | |||
questions, tune in tomorrow for the continuing voyages of the USS | |||
FEYNMAN... | |||
Cheers all,<br> | |||
Mike * now that should get some response, unless everyone left for<br> | |||
vacation without me. *<br> | |||
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: The Plot Thickensp</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by | |||
Andrew Catterick 11-13-1996</h4> | |||
SD: 81113.0900<br> | |||
MD: 6.2000<br> | |||
Scene: Council Building Lobby<br> | |||
> Captain Zane was getting quite frustrated with this whole situation. It<br> | |||
> had only been five minutes since Koreth had called, but he was already<br> | |||
> pacing in front of the couch, Krysa and Glin'khar calmly watching him go<br> | |||
> back and forth.<br> | |||
><br> | |||
> As if it would make things go faster, pass the time somehow, he tapped his<br> | |||
> badge and said, "Zane to NOGURA. Has LT Jerran arrived safely?"<br> | |||
><br> | |||
> [Excuse me, sir?,] came LT Koreth's confused response. [Jerran hasn't<br> | |||
> even called for transport. Isn't he with you?]<br> | |||
><br> | |||
> "No, he's not. He might have gotten into trouble with the locals. Scan<br> | |||
> for his commbadge and find out where he is."<br> | |||
><br> | |||
> [Scanning, Captain....] There was a pause for a moment, during which both<br> | |||
> Glin'khar and Krysa stood up, gladly, from their couch in concern. [I<br> | |||
> can't fins him anywhere in your vicinity, sir, and I've even had the other<br> | |||
> shuttles scan the rest of the planet, with the same results. LT Jerran is<br> | |||
> no longer on Issah.]<br> | |||
"Very well. Continue with your original mission. The FEYNMAN and | |||
the away team can worry about Jerran. It seem's you may have larger | |||
concerns for now. Keep me informed." | |||
"Do you think they're related?" Jenn asked. | |||
"If they're not that's one hell of a coincidence." Glin'kharr said | |||
with a scowl. | |||
"Agreed." Zane added before turning to face one of the large | |||
Issahi guards. "We must see the First Counsel." The guard bowed his head | |||
in response and then shuffled off in the direction of the private | |||
meeting chambers. | |||
<nowiki>____________________</nowiki><br> | |||
MD:6.2020 | |||
"....Captain," Krazich continued, "again, I offer you my | |||
apologies. You are a guest on Issahi and as such are under my protection. | |||
I will mobilize all the units we have available to retrieve your shuttle. | |||
We have many warships surrounding the homeworld. It will not get far." | |||
"And Lt. Jerran?" Zane asked finding it hard to trust the | |||
Saurian's after so many coincidences. "It is rather strange that he of | |||
all people would dissappear." | |||
"It is." Krazich replied. His tone denoting that he too realized | |||
exactly how things looked. "But Captain please give us a little credit. | |||
If your Lieutenant Jerran is of a race that is important in your | |||
Federation what difference will taking him make. There will be of course | |||
others and personal desires aside, all Issahi can put up with a devil | |||
among us if it means crushing the greater evil." | |||
"So who took him?" Zane asked, ignoring the question of the | |||
'greater evil' for now. | |||
"Presumambly the same one who stole your shuttle." | |||
"Agreed." Zane nodded. "But that still doesn't point to any | |||
solutions. But I get the feeling you know who did this." | |||
Krazich nodded grimly. "The Reavers." | |||
"The Reavers?" | |||
"The Reavers are a race of destroyer's. They destroyed your ship, | |||
they destroy our worlds and soon they will destroy yours." | |||
"Go on." The captain prodded. | |||
"Even now we know little about them." Krazich paused and opened a | |||
small urn and pulled out a small, wriggling rodent with the tip of his | |||
claws, it was quickly devoured. He offered the urn to each of the | |||
Starfleet officers who all politely declined the snack. With a | |||
slight smile he replaced the lid and swiveled in his chair to | |||
activate a viewscreen. | |||
"Ten years ago a deepspace explorer just beyond | |||
the edge of one of our frontiers discovered a stable wormhole and entered | |||
it. On the other side they found a treasure house. Several systems that | |||
contained habitable worlds as well as worlds full of every mineral | |||
conceivable. Colonization began almost immediately and shortly there was | |||
a thriving, viable string of worlds. They came three years later." His | |||
face scrunched up into a sneer as on the viewscreen displayed large black | |||
ships began to descend on one of the colonies. "There was no warning and | |||
no contact other than death. The colonists fought and killed millions of | |||
them but the Reaver's kept coming. It was like a swarm. There weapons | |||
were no more powerful than our own. Indeed we fought well. But they kept | |||
coming...." | |||
Zane sat forward a cold chill running down his spine. "Were | |||
these Reavers half flesh and half machine?" | |||
Krazich smiled grimly. "No Captain they are not the Borg." He | |||
noted Krysa's raised eyebrow at his answer. "We have been watching you | |||
for sometime. No they were some sort of insect race. We could not | |||
understand their communications that we intercepted and they either did | |||
not understand or ignored the ones we sent them." | |||
"As soon as the homeworld received word we sent a fleet to defend | |||
and retake the colonies from the invaders but they were no longer there." | |||
Krazich paused for another rodent. | |||
"What do you mean they weren't there?" The doctor demanded. | |||
"The Reaver's had stripped the colonies, the entire system, of | |||
everything. Nothing remained just lifeless balls of rock." | |||
"What did you do?" Zane asked. | |||
"The only thing we could do. The fleet returned to the other side | |||
of the wormhole and collapsed." | |||
"And then?" | |||
"And then we behaved like fools pretending it never happened. | |||
Pretending we were safe." | |||
"Until now." Jenn answered. | |||
"Eighteen months ago ships began to disappear out on the | |||
frontier." | |||
Zane nodded. "The Reavers." | |||
"At first we were unsure. The targets were only our warships by | |||
now they could have overrun several outlying worlds but it has only been | |||
our ships they have attacked. Six months ago however one of our sensor | |||
nets captured the image of two large ships, the same as the one that | |||
destroyed you cruiser. They are not like the one's that swarmed our | |||
colonies but when the sensor net picked up the same unintelligible signals | |||
between them there was a positive match with what had been recorded years | |||
ago." Krazich sat back in his chair. "They have come for us and if you | |||
do not help us defeat them they will come for you." | |||
<<<NRPG>>> | |||
Cue ominous music and then cut ot commercial... | |||
Well obviously FEYNMAN is not going to stem the coming tide so it is our | |||
duty to return to EPSILON and warn them. Of course we need to find out | |||
what we can as well as find answers to our two immediate mysteries. | |||
Respectfully,<br> | |||
Andy<br> | |||
-Captain Zane, Commanding Officer, USS FEYNMAN<br> | |||
-Commodore Nigel Straun, Executive Officer, INDIGO FLEET<br> | |||
-Commander Horatio Sinclair, Fleet Intelligence Officer, BLUE FLEET<br> | |||
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Contagious</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by | |||
Andrew Catterick 11-14-1996</h4> | |||
SD: 81114.2100<br> | |||
MD: 6:2000<br> | |||
Scene: Sickbay<br> | |||
"Commander Maril, he's coming around." The nurse said with voice | |||
of concern mixed with rising relief. | |||
Allard slowly opened his eyes and focused on the Tamarain face | |||
staring down at him. "Lieutentant Allard? J.C? Can you hear me? Do you | |||
know who I am?" A name slowly emerged from the clouded dizziness that was | |||
his mind. It was Commander Maril. He was on the FEYNMAN. it all came | |||
flooding back to him. "What happened?" the young CSO asked in a quiet | |||
voice. | |||
Maril paused because although he knew what happened he didn't know | |||
why it happened. Well that was not entirely true. "You came on to the | |||
bridge about 10 minutes ago. I had left the Issahi delegation in | |||
10-Forward to take control of the search for the PIAGET. As you exited | |||
the turbolift you seemed disconcerted. You walked around the bridge and | |||
faced me in the command chair and started demanding to know why an Issahi | |||
had taken over. Thats when you collapsed. How is he?" This last was | |||
directed to one of the sickbay doctors. "I need him on the bridge." | |||
The doctor looked skeptical. "I've given him every test I can | |||
think of and everyone points to him being absolutley fine. There is no | |||
trace of whatever made him collapse." The doctor looked down at Allard. | |||
"Lieutenant, under the circumstances I'm going to allow your release from | |||
sickbay but if you feel any disorientation, even for a second..." | |||
"I'll come a running" He sat up and swung his legs round to the | |||
side of the biobed. "Promise." | |||
"See that you do." The doctor had heard promises like that | |||
before. | |||
<<<NRPG>>> | |||
NRPG by way of explanation to follow | |||
Respectfully,<br> | |||
Andy<br> | |||
-Captain Zane, Commanding Officer, USS FEYNMAN<br> | |||
-Commodore Nigel Straun, Executive Officer, INDIGO FLEET<br> | |||
-Commander Horatio Sinclair, Fleet Intelligence Officer, BLUE FLEET<br> | |||
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN NRPG: Contagious</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Michael "Mike" Dailey 11-14-1996</h4> | |||
Andy wrote: | |||
> SD: 81114.2100<br> | |||
> MD: 6:2000<br> | |||
> Scene: Sickbay<br> | |||
><br> | |||
> "Commander Maril, he's coming around." The nurse said with voice<br> | |||
> of concern mixed with rising relief.<br> | |||
><br> | |||
> Allard slowly opened his eyes and focused on the Tamarain face<br> | |||
> staring down at him. "Lieutentant Allard? J.C? Can you hear me? Do you<br> | |||
> know who I am?" A name slowly emerged from the clouded dizziness that was<br> | |||
> his mind. It was Commander Maril. He was on the FEYNMAN. it all came<br> | |||
> flooding back to him. "What happened?" the young CSO asked in a quiet<br> | |||
> voice.<br> | |||
...OK, I admit I've been tired lately and did have a headache a few days | |||
ago, but???? | |||
> NRPG by way of explanation to follow<br> | |||
.... This should be interesting. | |||
Mike. | |||
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Contagious (Cont.)</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Michael "Mike" Dailey 11-15-1996</h4> | |||
> SD: 81114.2100<br> | |||
> MD: 6:2000<br> | |||
> Scene: Sickbay<br> | |||
> The doctor looked skeptical. "I've given him every test I can<br> | |||
> think of and everyone points to him being absolutley fine. There is no<br> | |||
> trace of whatever made him collapse." The doctor looked down at Allard.<br> | |||
> "Lieutenant, under the circumstances I'm going to allow your release from<br> | |||
> sickbay but if you feel any disorientation, even for a second..."<br> | |||
><br> | |||
> "I'll come a running" He sat up and swung his legs round to the<br> | |||
> side of the biobed. "Promise."<br> | |||
> | |||
> "See that you do." The doctor had heard promises like that before.<br> | |||
The CSO jumped off of the diagnostic table, smoothing his uniform and | |||
looking alert as ever. Turning to the ACMO, J.C. asked,"Sir, am I | |||
dismissed? I'm 100% fit for dudy." | |||
"I'll be the judge of that, Dr. Allard.", said the Doctor. J.C. shrank | |||
slightly at the mild rebuke from the Doctor, who was his senior. The | |||
ACMO retreived a med tricorder out of his jacket pocket, scanning Justin | |||
once more. Cycling through all of the readings, normal for a Terran | |||
male, the Doc nodded. "You're free to go, Lt., but you're ordered to | |||
report back here to me PRIOR to Alpha shift tomorrow. I want to check you out | |||
once more, just to be sure." Commander Maril, sitting on a bed opposite | |||
them, nodded in consent with the Doctor's order. | |||
"Aye, sir." said the CSO, and bolted out the door. | |||
Maril slid down off of the bed, shaking his head. "Like Jhocta before | |||
the Festival," said Maril to the ACMO. | |||
The Doctor replaced the tricorder in his desk, and hung his white jacket | |||
over the back of his chair. "Commander, if you mean he's full of energy | |||
and wants to have fun, I agree. I would attribute 90% of that to | |||
youthfulness. As with all species I know of, unfortunately he'll grow | |||
out of it. | |||
Submitted,<br> | |||
Mike Dailey<br> | |||
Splatter2@qtm.net<br> | |||
Lieutenant J.G., J.C. Allard SEC-TAC - USS FEYNMAN - SILVER FLEET<br> | |||
Lieutenant D'doj Zzawj Ckorji MD OPS/2O - USS ELIZABETH BLACKWELL - SILVER FLEET<br> | |||
<nowiki>******** | |||
* NRPG * | |||
********</nowiki> | |||
...well, I had forgotten Glin'Khar was on-planet, so I wrote myself out | |||
of sickbay and stopped there pending certain discussions, as I'm not | |||
sure how to proceed anymore. | |||
Mike. | |||
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN NRPG: Confusion</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Jason Bostjancic 11-15-1996</h4> | |||
''Koreth: Leading a group of shuttles after the PIAGET.'' | |||
''Hate to throw another log on the fire... But in Joseph's and Max' last'' | |||
''posts, the FEYNMAN was going after the PIAGET, while Koreth & Co. stayed'' | |||
''in orbit. At least, that's my impression... So who's where and why?<br>'' | |||
Last I checked.. that is the situation | |||
Respectfully,<br> | |||
Jason<br> | |||
Commander Tirrin Vorak - XO - USS BURKE<br> | |||
Lieutenant Tarrant L. Koreth - CEO - USS FEYNMAN<br> | |||
Potest esse nur unus<br> | |||
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN NRPG: Confusion (Cont.)</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by | |||
Andrew Catterick 11-15-1996</h4> | |||
''Koreth: Leading a group of shuttles after the PIAGET.'' | |||
''Hate to throw another log on the fire... But in Joseph's and Max' last'' | |||
''posts, the FEYNMAN was going after the PIAGET, while Koreth & Co. stayed'' | |||
''in orbit. At least, that's my impression... So who's where and why?<br>'' | |||
''Last I checked.. that is the situation'' | |||
Yep! Thats actually what I meant to write (believe it or not<G>) but as I | |||
complained last week, these Draconian's I now work fo expect me to work<G> | |||
regards,<br> | |||
Andy-->Hoping to buy a scorecard.<br> | |||
-Captain Zane, Commanding Officer, USS FEYNMAN<br> | |||
-Commodore Nigel Straun, Executive Officer, INDIGO FLEET<br> | |||
-Commander Horatio Sinclair, Fleet Intelligence Officer, BLUE FLEET<br> | |||
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: A Possible Agreement</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Kristen Gant 11-16-1996</h4> | |||
Stardate: 81116.1013<br> | |||
Scene: First Counsel's Private Chamber<br> | |||
MD: 6.2045<br> | |||
>"They have come for us and if you do not help us defeat them they will<br> | |||
come for you." | |||
Krysa listened to the ominous tone of the First Council and felt a shiver | |||
run through her. "You think it was the Reavers who took Lt. Jerran." She | |||
asked, "Why? If they have the power to destroy worlds, why just steal our | |||
FCO and a shuttlepod." | |||
The First Council looked at her. "I do no think it was the Reavers, | |||
themselves .. but they have conquered many worlds, they have many minions to | |||
do their dirty work. We, of course will do anything we can to help in your | |||
efforts to find your officer." | |||
"Thank you, First Counsel." Zane said. | |||
****<br> | |||
MD: 6.2200<br> | |||
When Captain Zane, Dr. Glin'kharr and Lt. Jenn finally stepped out of the | |||
First Counsel's chambers they had come to a temporary diplomatic agreement. | |||
The Issahi would help locate Jerran and the shuttlepod and Zane would plead | |||
their case to Starfleet to get the help they needed for the threat the | |||
Issahi were sure was coming. | |||
They all knew there wasn't much the FEYNMAN could do to stave off an attack | |||
by the Reavers should they come, that wasn't something Krazich had | |||
expected. He wanted help from all of Starfleet. | |||
The Captain turned to Glin'kharr and Krysa. "Id love to hear your thoughts | |||
on all of this. | |||
Krysa shuddered a bit, and Glin'kharr spoke, "We'd be egotistical if we | |||
thought that we were the most powerful group out there. I think the Borg | |||
taught us that once. It seems we may be in for another lesson if we don't | |||
prepare." | |||
"Definitely." Agreed Zane. "And once we find Jerran, we'll head to EPSILON. | |||
However, the question is how do we find him?" | |||
Krysa nodded, "I don't know. The thing I don't understand is why? Why | |||
Jerran and a shuttlepod of all things." | |||
"We know the Issahi seem to think that Jerran is a part of some destructive | |||
race. I think it's likely it could be some Issahi somewhere who wants to | |||
get even." Said Glin'kharr | |||
"It's possible," said Zane thoughtfully, "But these Issahi seem very | |||
united. It seems they've had to become such due to the Reavers. And the | |||
First Counsel doesn't believe it was one of his people." | |||
"The FEYNMAN didn't spot a ship in orbit. Nor have any of the Shuttles been | |||
able locate on in the vicinity." Said Krysa. | |||
"A cloak?" asked Glin'kharr. | |||
"The Issahi do not have a working cloak as of yet." | |||
"The Klingons do." Said Krysa, "As do the Romulans." | |||
The three officers looked at each other. Krysa shook her head, "No .. | |||
Romulans working with the Reavers? I just don't see it." | |||
"Perhaps not," said Zane. "But it does explain why the Issahi are so | |||
unhappy about Jerran's presence. If the Romulans are involved, they wouldn't | |||
be happy to see any Vulcanoid." | |||
Regards,<br> | |||
Lt. Krysa Jenn<br> | |||
***<br> | |||
NRPG: I'm sorry guys, I'm still sorta confused on how to bring all the | |||
pieces together, so I hope this doesn't mess anything up. No one knows | |||
about Jerran's little trip the last time, so they aren't likely to think it | |||
up this time.. so I wasn't sure how to go about finding him. | |||
Kristen<br> | |||
--<br> | |||
Kristen & Scott Gant<br> | |||
http://homepage.interaccess.com/~sgant/gant.htm<br> | |||
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: You Play With Ytterbium, You're Gonna Get Burned, er...Lose Your SIF</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Max Felsher 11-17-1996</h4> | |||
SD 81117.1430 (GMT)<br> | |||
MD 6.2100<br> | |||
SCENE: Bridge<br> | |||
Maril looked over the PADD containing information on the search for the "Piaget". | |||
It had been Bepela's quest for the jerexi (unicorns). Nothing. Not even a clue. | |||
Sighing, Maril stood up from the center chair. He quickly glanced about him, | |||
then walked over to the Operations console. | |||
"Mr. Garret, do you think we could narrow the search?" Maril asked, placing | |||
his hand on the back of the chair. | |||
"I don't see why not, sir." | |||
"Well, we're looking for a Federation Type 15A shuttlepod. So, why don't we | |||
reduce the search to Federation impulse speed trails." | |||
"Aye, sir." | |||
<nowiki><<<<NRPG:Garret probably isn't even on the ship anymore, but my rotation lists | |||
are very outdated. :| This is probably a good time to remind everyone to send in | |||
their current rotation rosters. And if you don't...., well, let's just say you better | |||
remember. <evil laugh>>>>></nowiki> | |||
Maril sighed, looking at the PADD again, and walked over to the Command | |||
Chair. He started to sit back down, but, as he did, Garret called out, "Sir, we've | |||
got a trail. It's heading away from the Issahi homeworld towards a belt of | |||
planetoids." | |||
The FO smiled, sitting down, and ordered, "Mirabi, his sails unfurled. Towards | |||
the mountains." | |||
The helmsman looked questioningly at Maril, causing the Tamarian to laugh. | |||
"Set course on that heading. Full impulse." | |||
"Setting course, sir, at full impulse." | |||
"Engage." | |||
Time passed. Maril read over several reports contunuously updating him on | |||
the situation. He paced the Bridge, waiting for them to find something of | |||
significance. Finally, he just sat down again, thinking that he would be taken by | |||
the storms of Ivepic, the Mind-Stealer. And there was always that cold feeling | |||
lurking just on the edge of his mind--not acting, but waiting. | |||
"Sir, we've reached the trail's end," Garret reported. | |||
"Where does it lead?" Maril asked, grateful to have the silence broken. | |||
'It, just seems...to go right into the surface of an asteroid." | |||
"Some information on the asteroid?" | |||
"It's about two kilometers in diameter, composed mostly of curium and | |||
plutonium." | |||
"Sir," Lt.(jg) Allard cut in, concerned, "I don't think that we should stay here | |||
much longer. The radiation levels are very high, and they're blocking our | |||
sensors." | |||
Maril nodded. "Helm, set course out of the asteroid belt. We'll come back | |||
when we have more help." | |||
"Aye, sir, course set and laid in, sir." | |||
"Full impulse, en-" | |||
"Commander! A vessel has just moved from behind the asteroid. It looks like | |||
they're weapons are powering up. And something that looks like a deflector dish | |||
is emitting a lanthanide rare-earth element...atomic number 70...it's ytterbium." | |||
Maril felt uneasy for a second, as if controlled by fear, but he quickly took | |||
control of himself. "Computer, access data in Ready Room console. Compare | |||
later ships to nearby vessel." | |||
The computer took a few moments to find its answer, but finally, it reported, | |||
<Ships compared. Styles match.> | |||
Maril nodded, wishing they hadn't matched. "Helm, keep us in the exact same | |||
position. Mr. Allard, power up phasers and arm photon torpedoes. Ops, I need | |||
some way to keep the SIF up even with ytterbium." | |||
Allard spoke up again. "Commander, we have a problem. In our current | |||
state, if the SIF and IDF don't work, the slightest hit from a weapon could cause | |||
inertial forces to exceed 5g." | |||
Maril frowned. "Very well. Helm, set course, heading 343, mark 50, | |||
accelerating at about 20 meters per square second." | |||
"But sir! That's almost right on top of the other ship." | |||
"Yes, they won't want to get in our way, will they? Engineering, divert as much | |||
power as you can to the SIF/IDF and the shields." | |||
"Course laid in, sir." | |||
"Engage." | |||
Almost as soon as he said the word, Maril regretted it. What if the SIF failed? | |||
What if the Reavers called his bluff? | |||
"1.5 kilometers...1.4, 1.3, 1.2, 1.1,..." | |||
"The other ship is firing weapons. Shields are holding. What is that?" | |||
Maril quickly turned around. "What?" he asked curiously. | |||
".4, .2,..." | |||
"It looks like an Issahi ship. The Issahi are firing on the other ship." | |||
"We've passed the hostile ship, sir." | |||
Maril nodded. "As soon as we've cleared the area, start decelerating | |||
maneuvers, at 20 meters per square second." | |||
"Aye, sir." | |||
"Report, Mr. Allard," Maril turned back to the CSO. | |||
"They're doing about equal damage to each other, but it looks like the Issahi | |||
are getting the upper hand." | |||
Maril allowed himself a small sigh of relief, but quickly got back to business. | |||
"Keep those shields up, Mr. Allard." | |||
"Aye, sir. It looks like the Issahi have disabled the hostile ship." | |||
"Contact them and tell them not to destroy it. Any large explosion could | |||
destroy us." | |||
"They're receiving it, sir. They're hailing us." | |||
"On screen." | |||
A small Issahi on a bridge similar to that on the other ships they had seen | |||
appeared on the screen. "Greetings, Feynman," the captain started. "It | |||
appeared that you needed help. I hope we were of assistance." | |||
Maril stood up, grateful. "You were. I thank you for your help. We should be | |||
operational soon." | |||
"Very well. We will be in the area if you need further assistance." | |||
"Thank you. Feynman out." | |||
The screen flickered back to a view of the asteroid field they had just left. | |||
"Maril to Lieutenant Meleah." | |||
[Meleah here.] | |||
"I want you to keep working on combatting the effect of the ytterbium. That is | |||
your top priority." | |||
[Understood.] | |||
"Good. Maril out." | |||
The sun has met the sea,<br> | |||
Lt. Commander Onta Maril,<br> | |||
First Officer, USS Feynman,<br> | |||
aka Max Felsher<br> | |||
NRPG: | |||
Well, as soon as we can figure out a way to keep the SIF up, I guess we're | |||
heading back to the asteroid. I don't know what's there. A Reaver base? A | |||
renegade landing pad? Something else? Who knows? | |||
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Here And There</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Jason Bostjancic 11-18-1996</h4> | |||
SD 81118<br> | |||
MD 6.2100<br> | |||
Scene: Shuttle-Pod 'Piaget'<br> | |||
Onboard shudders a changling, cracks and pitts have formed | |||
all over due to an inability to return to a liquid state. There | |||
is no movement of the stars floating by the window, for it | |||
has landed on an asteroid. | |||
"PLEASE!!.. please... get out of my head... I must rest." | |||
A whimper, almost like that of a crying babe emits from | |||
the creature. | |||
"I had such plans.. I was going to get them.. heh, but | |||
YOU! ... YOU Won't get out of my HEAD!... | |||
What? Soon? I've brought it... Brought ALL I could... | |||
Please... let me rest." | |||
Question after question bombards the changling's open | |||
mind. Helpless to defend, it answers each... hoping that | |||
after each the promises of rest will be granted. | |||
Over ten data crystals filled with information about not only | |||
the FEYNMAN, but Starfleet in general lie in a engineering kit. | |||
<nowiki>*They*</nowiki> told him to get it, and they explained how to add the components | |||
to create the temporary cloak around the pod. | |||
Suddenly a computer terminal flashes with light. | |||
Three words flash on it. "We Are Here" | |||
Without a second thought the changling turns liquid. Seconds | |||
later a beam of light engulfs the pool of color and the data | |||
crystals.... | |||
LATER<br> | |||
MD: 6.2235<br> | |||
Scene: USS NORUGA II<br> | |||
Tarrant listened to Jerran's tale of Romulan Pirates, and the tear. Needless | |||
to say he could tell that there were a few details left out.. something | |||
he couldn't help noticing due to that old CSO training. By the look of | |||
the Captain's eyes, Tarrant guessed that he thought the same. | |||
"Since the Issahi believe this to be their property, then I suggest | |||
we avoid using it all together." | |||
"Why, Lieutenant?" asked Zane. He figured that the CEO would have | |||
liked to see the artifact work... and extract as much data as possible. | |||
"The Issahi know the capabilities of our vessels. If suddenly we | |||
'disappeared', and knowing that we have their devil incarnate Mr. Jerran, | |||
who looks like those who took the thing to begin with.. I doubt it | |||
would go unnoticed." | |||
<NRPG> | |||
Just piecing some stuff together... Hope I didn't | |||
blow any plotlines too bad. | |||
Respectfully,<br> | |||
Jason<br> | |||
Commander Tirrin Vorak - XO - USS BURKE<br> | |||
Lieutenant Tarrant L. Koreth - CEO - USS FEYNMAN<br> | |||
Potest esse nur unus<br> | |||
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Preparing For a Housecal</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by | |||
Andrew Catterick 11-21-1996</h4> | |||
SD: 81121.2200<br> | |||
MD: 6.2240<br> | |||
Scene: Aft Section, USS NOGURA II<br> | |||
>"Why do we even have to tell them about it? They shouldn't have even had<br> | |||
>the Tear in the first place! It should have been sent to Bajor! Then<br> | |||
>maybe those Cardassian butchers wouldn't have been so quick to invade!"<br> | |||
><br> | |||
>"At ease, LT," Zane said calmly, with some surprise in his voice as to his<br> | |||
>FCO's actions.<br> | |||
><br> | |||
>By this time, Jerran was actually half standing when he took a moment and<br> | |||
>looked around. Just as quickly as his emotional outburst happened, his<br> | |||
>face went back to the normal, cold poker face everyone was used to by now<br> | |||
>as he sat back down.<br> | |||
><br> | |||
>"I am sorry, Captain. I'm afraid my cultural heritage is not allowing me<br> | |||
>to distance myself from the situation at hand. It's just that I've always<br> | |||
>been taught that the Tears were irrevocably linked to the Bajora, but it's<br> | |||
>obvious that I was wrong."<br> | |||
"I tend to agree." Zane answered. "However, at this point we are | |||
not in a position to really make demands of the Issahi nor should we if we | |||
want our fledgling relationship to grow. Of course Federation treaties | |||
direct me to return the property of a Federation member or citizen for | |||
that matter whenever such a item is found." | |||
"Well the tear is certainly an item the Bajorans will want back." | |||
Jerran replied. | |||
"So your going to return it to the Bajorans?" Krysa asked. | |||
"No, I'm going to ask the Issahi to do that." He put the empty | |||
coffee mug down. "After Jerran returns it to them." | |||
Koreth looked thoughtful. "For Jerran to return the tear would | |||
add proof to your claims that he is not of an evil race. But I do not | |||
think they will give the tear to the Bajorans so simply." | |||
"They will if they want our help." Zane replied. "Obviously it is | |||
in the Federation's best interest to help stop the Reavers now, and of | |||
course we will give aid. But with a Council divided by clans I imagine | |||
Krazich will appreciate how deadlocked such an assembly as the Federation | |||
Council can be on such an issue as possibly entering into a war to save a | |||
previously unknown race." | |||
"And you think he'll understand that a little quid pro quo of | |||
will 'grease the wheels' a little?" Kyrsa asked looking like she wasn't | |||
sure if she approved of backroom dealing. | |||
"Well I'll certainly give it my best shot...." He was interrupted | |||
by a call from the cockpit. | |||
<nowiki>[[Captain, incoming call from the FEYNMAN.]]</nowiki> | |||
"Pipe it back here." Zane turned to face the screen but made sure | |||
he left enough room for the rest to see. "Perhaps Commander Maril has | |||
found our missing shuttle." | |||
As the UFP logo flashed off the screen it was replaced by a rather | |||
haggard looking first officer. He quickly related the events of finding | |||
the shuttles trail, the battle and the possible discovery of a Reaver base | |||
in the asteroid field. | |||
"What are the Issahi doing?" | |||
<nowiki>[[A large portion of their Homefleet is moving into position to | |||
pulverize the asteroid. There has been no response from the base.]]</nowiki> | |||
Zane cringed. While the destruction might be satisfying it | |||
certainly wouldn't help answer any questions. "You're on the scene. | |||
Contact the fleet commander and explain the importance of prisoner's and | |||
intact bases. If we can turn this into a ground assault we might be able | |||
to gain some information that will help us defeat them. But this is Issahi | |||
space so ultimately its their call. Either way we'll be there in.." He | |||
looked over at Koreth who mouthed the answer. "...10 minutes. Zane out." | |||
Zane leaned over and picked up the tear, looking at it | |||
thoughtfully. "If things are going this fast their may be no Issahi to | |||
give this too." | |||
<<<NRPG>>> | |||
Just keeping the ball rolling.... | |||
Max: Sorry to hear about your relative. Don't worry about us here take | |||
all the time you need. | |||
If you do get to post before you leave have the shuttle arrive | |||
back at the FEY and then lead an away team down to take the base in | |||
conjunction with the Issahi. (or even just an NRPG saying who you'd like | |||
to go.) If not I'll set something up on Sat am. | |||
Respectfully,<br> | |||
Andy<br> | |||
-Captain Zane, Commanding Officer, USS FEYNMAN<br> | |||
-Commodore Nigel Straun, Executive Officer, INDIGO FLEET<br> | |||
-Commander Horatio Sinclair, Fleet Intelligence Officer, BLUE FLEET<br> | |||
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Home Sweet Home</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Kristen Gant 11-22-1996</h4> | |||
Stardate: 81122.2142<br> | |||
Scene: Runabout Nogura II<br> | |||
MD: 6.2300<br> | |||
The back section of the Runabout remained silent after the word of the | |||
discovery of the possible Reaver Base. Jerran seemed to be struggling with | |||
the issue of the tear. Krysa could understand. The Captain wanted us to | |||
just hand the valuable artifact over and hope they would return it to the | |||
Bajorans. | |||
She felt his mind block, strong as ever, making sure she got practically | |||
nothing from him. Once or twice she caught him looking at her, grim as | |||
ever. She sighed, knowing that he was on guard and wasn't going to allow | |||
her to try and help. | |||
She looked at Zane who was equally lost in thought, she was sure his | |||
concerns centered around the Reavers. If it was truly a Reaver Base what | |||
chance did the Issahi or the FEYNMAN stand. Particularly after what the | |||
Reavers had apparently done to the SERAPIS. | |||
There was a knock at the aft door and the Ensign who had been piloting the | |||
runabout while the senior officers sat in the back entered. "We're aboard | |||
the FEYNMAN now, sirs." | |||
The three men looked at each other. All had been so lost in their thoughts, | |||
they'd not been paying attention to the Nogura's approach to the FEYNMAN. | |||
Krysa smiled lightly but was ignored by the others as they hurried out of | |||
runabout, bound for the bridge. She shrugged and followed them. | |||
***<br> | |||
Scene: Bridge<br> | |||
Once on the bridge Krysa headed to the Ops station. Patricia looked up at | |||
her when she asked, "What did we get, Ens. Garrett?" | |||
"Practically nothing, mostly due to the radiation." | |||
Krysa nodded and took the seat her AOps vacated at her approach. Garrett | |||
pointed out a few odd reading and then excused herself leaving Krysa to see | |||
what she could figure out from the data. | |||
Regards,<br> | |||
Lt. Krysa Jenn<br> | |||
***<br> | |||
NRPG: BTW, Could someone please identify SIF and IDF for non techie like me | |||
<nowiki>:}</nowiki> I realize it's bad if it fails.. I just don't know what it is. | |||
As for this thing I'm attempting to call a post.. I apologize I have been | |||
plagued by a lack of helpful idea for this mission. Not to mention being | |||
completely baffled by most of the technical talk .. technobabble isn't my | |||
strength. At least not technobabble that makes much sense :} | |||
Kristen & Scott Gant<br> | |||
http://homepage.interaccess.com/~sgant/gant.htm<br> | |||
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Is Today A Good Day To Die?</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Jason Bostjancic 11-24-1996</h4> | |||
SD: 81124<br> | |||
MD: 7.0700<br> | |||
Scene: ReadyRoom<br> | |||
> "The Issahi offensive will begin in 2 hours. As I made clear to<br> | |||
>Captain Jilithi we will not be participating." To their credit both<br> | |||
>officers remained impassive. "Once the shields go down I want you to lead<br> | |||
>a heavily armed team of primarily security and engineering into the base<br> | |||
>and retrieve our shuttle. If you can't escape with it, scuttle her. At<br> | |||
>the same time find out as much as you can about anything you come across.<br> | |||
>As I said, we are not at war with the Reavers and I don't want us to be<br> | |||
>the ones to start it. If you are attacked defend yourselfs. But your<br> | |||
>goal is to find the shuttle and return with it. Are there any questions?"<br> | |||
Tarrant thought about the situation quickly, realizing there were many | |||
factors involved which they had little to no control over once the invasion | |||
started. What's worse, there was almost no information as to the Reaver | |||
base. All they knew was that some type of transporter had beamed the | |||
Shuttlepod (and assumingly it's passenger) into the base some hours | |||
ago... even though the crew manifest registered that all FEYNMAN | |||
crew were aboard and accounted for. | |||
"Sir, have the Issahi given us any intellegence information regarding | |||
the Reavers, their base, weapons... anything useful?" | |||
<NRPG: Andy?> | |||
"If the Reavers have done any testing on the Shuttlepod which would | |||
use the impulse or warp engines we should be able to follow the signature | |||
right to it once we're inside the base." Thought the CEO aloud. Zane | |||
nodded. | |||
<Ensign Dunnon to Lt. Koreth> | |||
"Koreth here, what is it Ensign?" | |||
<I've found something here which you might want to see.> | |||
"Sum it up for me Dunnon, I'm a little busy here." | |||
<Well, someone downloaded a lot of information from our | |||
computer into data crystals just before the Shuttlepod was stolen. | |||
It was well hidden, and I wouldn't have even picked it up | |||
except I was running a class 2 diag...> | |||
Dunnon had a mouth that just wouldn't stop. | |||
So Zane interrupted. | |||
"Ensign, this is Captain Zane. What information was extracted?" | |||
the tone in his voice was borderline anger. | |||
<Sir.. um, it appears to be specs on the Feynman, Starfleet | |||
activities, bases, outposts, other ships....> | |||
"Understood." | |||
NRPG: Do our orders remain the same? :) | |||
Ah, something I can sink my teeth into! | |||
I'll finish up my end of the meeting once some | |||
answers are forthcoming. | |||
Respectfully,<br> | |||
Jason<br> | |||
Commander Tirrin Vorak - XO - USS BURKE<br> | |||
Lieutenant Tarrant L. Koreth - CEO - USS FEYNMAN<br> | |||
Potest esse nur unus<br> | |||
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Lend-Lease</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by | |||
Andrew Catterick 11-24-1996</h4> | |||
SD:81124.1300<br> | |||
MD:7.0600<br> | |||
View: Outside the FEYNMAN of the Issahi Fleet Circling the Asteroid<br> | |||
"Captains log, supplemental...The events of the past 24 hours have | |||
sped by as if they had been preordained but now we find ourselves in a | |||
rather uncharacteristic pause. A pause before a great storm. After the | |||
initial battle with the Reaver ship the base has been overtly quiet. This | |||
has given the Issahi homefleet time to move in and surround it. After the | |||
destruction of the Reaver ship the base made some attempts to send out | |||
communications packages but have since stopped due to Issahi jamming. | |||
Fortunately these messages were recorded and have been passed along to | |||
Ensign Loth and his team trying to crack the Reaver code. | |||
It is the Issahi intention to overrun the base as soon as they | |||
feel their net is complete. From monitoring their communications it seems | |||
they are filled with a strong sense of apphrehension however the | |||
destruction of the Reaver ship is serving to reawaken their warrior | |||
emotions. Either way the assault will most likely be a bloody one. | |||
Captain Jilithi, the homefleet's tactical officer and third in | |||
command has come aboard to discuss the operation." | |||
<nowiki>___________________</nowiki><br> | |||
Scene: Conference Lounge<br> | |||
The large Saurian sat down slowly in the modified chair that had | |||
been provided for her. Her tailed slipped slowly back and forth as if it | |||
did not believe the fragile looking seat would support her weight. It did | |||
but not without a few troublesome creaks. | |||
"Welcome aboard Captain it is an honour to have you here." Zane | |||
began. | |||
"There is no time for pleasantries Captain. The assault will | |||
begin in three hours and I have much to do. My science officer informs me | |||
you have information that will aid us. I am here to retreive it and to | |||
discuss your ship's role in the coming operation." | |||
"Captain all the information has been forwarded to your flagship | |||
there is nothing more to add. We were hoping that your people would be | |||
able to provide some more answers." | |||
"Captain I am not a scientist, I can look at the summaries but I | |||
believe to truly utilize information one must understand it completly. | |||
I could have my staff explain it to me but it is your staff who have | |||
made these breakthroughs and, therefore, their right to explain. | |||
Proceed." | |||
"Lt. Meleah." Zane gestured towards the science officer. | |||
<nowiki><<<NRPG: Mealnie feel free (or not) to explain the defence you | |||
have come up with to him. Ted, likewise the possible language | |||
breakthrough.>>></nowiki> | |||
Jilithi looked somewhat pleased at the information. Before these | |||
Starfleeters had come things had looked quite bleak. But now in less than | |||
24 hours they had destroyed a Reaver ship, found a hidden base almost on | |||
top of the homeworld, taken a first step towards cracking the strange | |||
click and buzzes that passed for the Reaver language and now they had a | |||
defense against The Weapon. Certainly it wasn't a foolproof one but even | |||
if it saved each ship from only one shot it would effectively double the | |||
size and power of his fleet. Perhaps the First Counsel was right and | |||
these strangers could help. Well, their technology maybe but certainly | |||
the fighting would be left to the real warriors. These puny Starfleeters | |||
could certainly not face the Reavers with out wetting themselves. | |||
"As for our place in the battle.." Zane began | |||
"Your ship is very powerful for its size Captain, we would like to | |||
give you the honour of leading the third wave." It was clear from her | |||
voice that she did not agree with the offer. It had probably been made by | |||
the First Counsel himself. | |||
A silence slid through the room. "That is not possible." | |||
The Saurian frowned. "Surely you do not see yourself leading the | |||
Fleet." She challenged. | |||
"This is not our fight...yet. As Captain of a Federation Starship | |||
I have wide discretionary powers but they do not include starting a war. | |||
For the FEYNMAN to participate in such an assault would be tantamount to | |||
doing just that." | |||
"You coward!" Jilithi snarled as she rose from the chair slowly. | |||
"No you are worse than a coward you are a fool. We will be destroyed by | |||
the Reaver's and then they will come for you. The only chance of stopping | |||
them is to ally ourselves against them. If you do not have the backbone | |||
then Lord Nicholas must send someone who does!" | |||
"Sit down!" Zane ordered in a tone he hadn't used since his | |||
security days. Surprised the Saurian did so. | |||
"I agree with you completly and I am am certain that the | |||
Federation will to. But until that time I am duty-bound to remain | |||
neutral and try to communicate with the Reavers. There is still the | |||
possibility that this war can be diverted and as a Starfleet Captain | |||
I must exhaust all possibilities. Since the discovery of the base we have | |||
been trying to establish contact with the Reavers but have remained | |||
unsuccessful." | |||
"So you will watch as brave warriors give their lives to protect | |||
you!" | |||
"No we will conduct an operation of our own. A shuttle has been | |||
stolen and we will retrieve it. If we encounter resistence we will | |||
extinguish it. But we will not bombard the base nor will we be joining | |||
your ground troops. | |||
"And that is your final decision." | |||
"It is the only decision to make." | |||
"I will leave you then." Jilithi said clearly disgusted. | |||
"Wait." Zane rose. "Lt. Koreth, Mr. Allard report to my | |||
ready-room in 10 minutes. Everone else dismissed." | |||
With the officers gone Zane walked over to the Saurian. "I know | |||
how you feel about me but my hands are tied. But for what it is worth I | |||
am completly of the same mind as you. The Reavers are as much our enemy | |||
as they are yours." | |||
"Brave talk for someone who prefers to slink in the shadows while | |||
true warriors go out to die." | |||
"Listen to me! I do not want war with the Reavers and I will do | |||
everything in my power to stop it. But I will not run away from it. When | |||
you have overcome the base's shields we will land an assault team to | |||
retrieve our shuttle. It is likely that they will encounter opposition. | |||
I know that is not enough for you now but it will be in the longrun. The | |||
Federation Council must make the decision and to do that they need proof | |||
that the Reavers have already warred against us. If I go in guns blazing | |||
then some will think that it is Starfleet that started the war. That we | |||
did not do enough to prevent it. Eventually they will know the truth but | |||
how many Issahi will die until then. This is the only way." | |||
"You are all cowards." Were her final words. | |||
<nowiki>________________</nowiki><br> | |||
MD:7.0700<br> | |||
Scene: ReadyRoom<br> | |||
"The Issahi offensive will begin in 2 hours. As I made clear to | |||
Captain Jilithi, we will not be participating." To their credit both | |||
officers remained impassive. "Once the sheilds go down I want you to lead | |||
a heavily armed team of primarily security and engineering into the base | |||
and retrieve our shuttle. If you can't escape with it, scuttle her. At | |||
the same time find out as much as you can about anything you come across. | |||
As I said, we are not at war with the Reavers and I don't want us to be | |||
the ones to start it. If you are attacked defend yourselfs. But your | |||
goal is to find the shuttle and return with it. Are there any questions?" | |||
<<<NRPG>>> | |||
Ok, we're walking a fine line here so lets keep it within the parameters | |||
where possible. But above all have fun. | |||
Melanie/Ted: fill in where applicable. | |||
Jason/Mike: same for you as well. | |||
Respectfully,<br> | |||
Andy<br> | |||
-Captain Zane, Commanding Officer, USS FEYNMAN<br> | |||
-Commodore Nigel Straun, Executive Officer, INDIGO FLEET<br> | |||
-Commander Horatio Sinclair, Fleet Intelligence Officer, BLUE FLEET<br> | |||
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Tension In The Air</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Kristen Gant 11-25-1996</h4> | |||
Stardate: 81125.1253<br> | |||
MD 7.0800<br> | |||
Scene: Bridge<br> | |||
Captain Zane stood leaning over the science station along with Lt. Jenn, | |||
studying the difference in the communication pattern. They all watched the | |||
dancing light patterns on the console in front of them. When place side by | |||
side, the differences became clear. | |||
"Could it be an advanced scout?" asked Jenn. "Sending a homing beacon to | |||
the Reavers." There was a clear sense of dread in her voice. | |||
"The Ceevan." Said a quiet voice behind her. They turned to see Jerran | |||
standing there his face as emotionless as usual. "It's the Ceevan." | |||
Something in the emotionlessness of his voice and his face was enough | |||
silence them all. Even Loth who had been gloating over his discovery. | |||
Zane nodded, "It's a possibility. Perhaps our fractured Romulan faction has | |||
become somewhat of a 'Jem'Haddar' for the Reavers." | |||
Krysa shuddered visibly, the others though showing no outward signs, | |||
understood the woman's apprehension. "Should we inform the away team?" | |||
Zane shook his head. "It's not going to make a difference in their mission. | |||
Besides, I don't think we should make any rash judgments until we hear what | |||
Koroth finds." He turned to Commander Maril who was standing just a short | |||
distance away. "Commander, you have the bridge, I'll be in my ready room." | |||
Zane turned and headed to his ready room, leaving the other officers | |||
watching behind him. | |||
Krysa moved to sit back at Ops. There really wasn't much for her to do | |||
right now but continue to scan the area. However, her mind began to wander | |||
unfortunately not to the things she should have been thinking about. | |||
***<br> | |||
MD 7.0820<br> | |||
"Krysa?" Jerran called. The Ops officer didn't answer as she leaned back in | |||
her chair. | |||
"Lt.!" called Maril. | |||
Krysa spun to look at him, "Sir?" | |||
"You need to recalibrate your right sensor sweep," he said sternly. | |||
Krysa looked down at her panel and saw the light blinking. "Of course, | |||
sir." She said quickly making the adjustments that any first year cadet | |||
ought to do without even thinking during a sensor sweep. | |||
Jerran chuckled, "Now you know why I don't let you fly my ships anymore." | |||
Krysa grinned at him. "That's because you don't know how to share, Mr. | |||
Jerran. Something most kindergartners have already learned." | |||
The light hearted joking had served to relieve a bit of tension from the | |||
bridge. However, Mr. Maril was not amused. | |||
"This is the bridge of a starship, Lts." He said from behind them. Krysa | |||
looked up at him and nodded. She could see the tension in his face as well | |||
as feel it emanating from him. He'd been kept off the last two away teams | |||
and she could see that he wasn't pleased about it. | |||
The past week, surveying the wreckage of the SERAPIS and the introduction | |||
of the Reavers, had been difficult on the entire crew. They'd known it | |||
wouldn't be a pleasant mission, and they'd prepared as best they could. But | |||
it was impossible for any of them to simply brush off the effects of the | |||
devastation they'd had to salvage. | |||
And now with the introduction of an enemy like the Reavers, who seemed to | |||
have little regard for any form of life, the crew was becoming | |||
overwhelmed. She knew that was a part of her distraction. She still made it | |||
a habit of surveying the general feelings of the crew and the more agitated | |||
they became, the more agitated she also found herself. | |||
Regards,<br> | |||
Lt. Krysa Jenn<br> | |||
****<br> | |||
NRPG: Well, just bringing in an idea I read somewhere :} And then rambling | |||
on for a few paragraphs about practically nothing <nowiki>:}</nowiki> | |||
Kristen<br> | |||
--<br> | |||
Kristen & Scott Gant<br> | |||
http://homepage.interaccess.com/~sgant/gant.htm<br> | |||
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN NRPG: Kevin Joins</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by | |||
Andrew Catterick 11-26-1996</h4> | |||
Kevin, | |||
Welcome to the FEYNMAN!! Unfortunately I'm heading out the door | |||
to work :( so this will be fairly brief but I fill you in on the rest | |||
later today. | |||
-First off I'll send you a summary of our mission thus far so you won't be | |||
lost when you get here...that means you'll be the only one. | |||
-the FEYNMAN homepage is at | |||
http://homepage.interaccess.com/~sgant/feynman.htm... there you will find a | |||
rather thin FAQ for the ship, specs and a summary of the last two | |||
missions. | |||
-I'll also send you a copy of the current roster and bio file if you | |||
could send me a copy of your bio then I can update them and send them out | |||
to everyone. | |||
-now the tricky part....our CNS is still in the ship;) Donna resigned but | |||
said she would write a final post...unfortunately due to RL that hasn't | |||
happened yet so I was going to write her character staying behind when the | |||
mission ended (I didn't think we'd get a replacement so fast) So when you | |||
arrive you might want to explain why you got sent here;) Its a intense | |||
diplomatic mission so maybe as backup. | |||
Running late...more later...everyone say hi to the best ship in the Fleets | |||
newest victim....play nice <EG> | |||
regards,<br> | |||
Andy<br> | |||
-Captain Zane, Commanding Officer, USS FEYNMAN<br> | |||
-Commodore Nigel Straun, Executive Officer, INDIGO FLEET<br> | |||
-Commander Horatio Sinclair, Fleet Intelligence Officer, BLUE FLEET<br> | |||
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">SB EPSILON: Ens. Loren Landers Reporting</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by | |||
Kevin Thigpen 11-25-1996</h4> | |||
Stardate: 81123.0900<br> | |||
Scene: SB ALPHA---->SB EPSILON<br> | |||
Ens. Loren Landers slept fitfully that night after receiving his | |||
assignment. Adm. Crowell had been curt, to the point, but also | |||
non-complimenting. | |||
From his body language, Loren could tell Crowell thought him well suited | |||
for a position as CNS, but nothing else. | |||
Still, he was here in Starfleet after a long uphill climb. After being | |||
alone for most of his life and having to fend for himself, it felt good | |||
to be part of a team, a kind of family almost... Starfleet. | |||
The next morning, Loren headed for the shuttlebay where he ran into Ens. | |||
Allan Desoto, the same Ens. he had trained with on Armstrong Lunar Base. | |||
"Hey, Landers," came the call from across the shuttlebay. Allan walked | |||
up to Landers, beaming from ear to ear. "I got my assignment. I headed | |||
for Green Fleet and SB Delta. I think I might get a posting as NAV | |||
officer for the LEVIATHAN out there, but I'm not sure. What about you?" | |||
"Adm. Crowell has assigned me to Silver Fleet. Looks like I'm going to | |||
be a CNS." said Loren. | |||
"Loren, you sound dissappointed," stated Desoto. | |||
"No, I'm actually quite happy that I got this assignment. I prefer | |||
helping people and with my...special abilities...I seem to have a knack | |||
with knowing how people are up here," said Landers pointing to his head. | |||
"Well, I wish you the best of luck Loren Landers. Maybe, we'll run up on | |||
each other again," said Desoto. | |||
"The same here Desoto, see you around." | |||
Loren watched Desoto clamber into his runabout headed for Green fleet | |||
before climbing in his shuttle headed for silver fleet. | |||
The Shuttle named the Harrah was packed with new personnel headed for SB | |||
EPSILON. Loren took a seat in the passenger compartment of the shuttle | |||
and called up the fleet roster for Silver fleet. He intended to do some | |||
studying while waiting for arrival at SB EPSILON. | |||
The D-warp shuttle experience was somewhat uneventful for Loren, with one | |||
exception. Upon entering the netherworld of D-warp, Loren felt a minor | |||
tingle...not physical, but mental. <nowiki>*It's as if my telepathic powers were | |||
suddenly skewed in some way*</nowiki> he thought. The feeling was so strange that | |||
Loren couldn't even describe it to himself. | |||
Seeing as this was his first actual D-warp trip, Loren was glad when it | |||
was over and the pilot announced their docking at SB EPSILON. | |||
Leaving his possesions with a yeoman, Loren made his way to CINCSILVER's | |||
office and his new assignment. | |||
Respectfully submitted,<br> | |||
Kevin Thigpen<br> | |||
Ens. Loren Landers<br> | |||
NRPG: Later, Jeremy. May your adventures be more fun than mine :). | |||
Mike Dawe: I am at your disposal. | |||
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">SB EPSILON: Ens. Loren Landers Reporting (Cont.)</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by | |||
Mike Dawe 11-25-1996</h4> | |||
>The Shuttle named the Harrah was packed with new personnel headed for SB<br> | |||
>EPSILON. Loren took a seat in the passenger compartment of the shuttle<br> | |||
>and called up the fleet roster for silver fleet. He intended to do some<br> | |||
>studying while waiting for arrival at SB EPSILON.<br> | |||
><br> | |||
>The D-warp shuttle experience was somewhat uneventful for Loren, with one<br> | |||
>exception. Upon entering the netherworld of D-warp, Loren felt a minor<br> | |||
>tingle...not physical, but mental. *It's as if my telepathic powers were<br> | |||
>suddenly skewed in some way* he thought. The feeling was so strange that<br> | |||
>Loren couldn't even describe it to himself.<br> | |||
><br> | |||
>Seeing as this was his first actual D-warp trip, Loren was glad when it<br> | |||
>was over and the pilot announced their docking at SB EPSILON.<br> | |||
><br> | |||
>Leaving his possesions with a yeoman, Loren made his way to CINCSILVER's<br> | |||
>office and his new assignment.<br> | |||
The outer office was abuzz with activity. Most were crowded around | |||
viewscreens watching some official ceremony and even the secretary to the | |||
Vice Admirals office was intent on watching. Loren could feel air of | |||
expectation and celebration before he even left the turbolift doors. | |||
[Out of the deaths we will find life, out of the sorrow we will find hope. | |||
To do anything less would dishonour those who have gone before us . . . | |||
those who have died. I call upon you to join together, bound by the loss of | |||
comrades and of ships I call upon you to form a new, stronger force.] | |||
He crossed to look over a few shoulders at the viewscreen. It | |||
showed a full crew standing at attention in a very large cargo deck. On a | |||
dias before them stood some officer headed by a single dominant figure of a | |||
Vice Admiral. Loren correctly assumed his assignment might be put on hold | |||
for a few moments and watched, half his attention on the screen but an equal | |||
half on the staff around him. As the Admiral continued he saw some tears | |||
form and be wiped away as well as some smiles. It was like attending a | |||
funeral at which a new birth is announced. As the commissioning ceremony | |||
ended he saw a few shake their heads in wonder and some money pass hands. | |||
The secretary was dabbing her eyes as she saw the betazoid approach. | |||
"I'm sorry the Vice Admiral is not here right now but if you'd like to wait | |||
I am sure that . . . " | |||
She never finished her sentence as the Turbolift doors opened and a | |||
huge bear of a man crossed the room and came up the to the secretary. | |||
'Hrrmf, he next for me? Right then, come on." | |||
So saying the Admiral Nicholas entered his office followed by a | |||
bemused Ensign. "Bio chip?" Taking the proferred chip he slotted it into a | |||
reader, skimmed it, then spun it back across the table to the CNS. "I have | |||
been wailing for CNS's for months now. It's nice to see that they finally | |||
saw fit to listen. I have two openings for someone of your calibre but | |||
unfortunatly only one slot that would truly suit you. The other is on a | |||
mission into Klingon territory and not what I think would be the best way | |||
for you to start." | |||
"It would be . . . uncomfortable." Agreed the Ensign, when it | |||
became obvious the Admiral was waiting for a response. | |||
"Hrrmf, uncomfortable eh? Well then, that leaves us with putting | |||
you onto a D-warp . . . .what?" Grey eyes snapped to meet the dark ones of | |||
the Betazoid. | |||
"Sir?" | |||
"Your reaction when I mentioned D-Warp. Have some difficulties | |||
coming over?" | |||
"No, no, I just feel like I have been in it for a while now, hard to | |||
get my 'legs' back." The Counsellor lied, unsure how he could explain his | |||
feelings about D-warp to an Admiral when he had yet to even find words for | |||
them for himself. | |||
"Well, get them back once you reach the Feynman because that is | |||
where you are going to be the new head counsellor. Ops will give you docking | |||
bay and departure time so dismissed Ensign, dismissed." | |||
<<<nrpg>>> | |||
Feynman crew, meet the latest addition who is lucky enough to not have his | |||
box innundated with nrpg as an intro to the ship <G> but I enjoyed it. | |||
Kevin Sherrod Thigpen <kthigpen@ocean.st.usm.edu> | |||
Kevin, meet the feynman. They will set you up and let you know you have | |||
gotten one of the steadiest ships in the fleet and winner of the order of | |||
orpheus. | |||
acatteri@freenet.npiec.on.ca, 103306.755@compuserve.com,<br> | |||
sgant@interaccess.com, psy342@gator.net, jobaker@chuma.cas.usf.edu,<br> | |||
splatter2@qtm.net, pockm@deakin.edu.au, donna.hurley1@sympatico.ca,<br> | |||
mdawe@cln.etc.bc.ca, edh@titan.oit.umass.edu<br> | |||
is the mailing list, plus you and the starfleet bounce. | |||
I am two weeks behind on my reading due to marks and report cards so I | |||
cannot place him cleaner than this. The excerpt from the ceremony is from a | |||
post for the regent. The thread was included as it also contained the | |||
remains of the Serapis crew (what few there were) | |||
mike--->reading desperately to catch up, but needing to write, too.<br> | |||
Vice Admiral Azariah Nicholas CINCSILVER<br> | |||
Captain Christof Fife USS REGENT<br> | |||
GM USS SARATOGA<br> | |||
Lt. Cmdr Eskat Eskat USS HERMES<br> | |||
Lt James Cardiff USS SARATOGA<br> | |||
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: CNS2 On The Way</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by | |||
Kevin Thigpen 11-26-1996</h4> | |||
Stardate: 81126.1300<br> | |||
Scene: SB EPSILON---->USS FEYNMAN<br> | |||
"No, no, I just feel like I have been in it for a while now, hard to | |||
get my 'legs' back." The Counsellor lied, unsure how he could explain his | |||
feelings about D-warp to an Admiral when he had yet to even find words for | |||
them for himself. | |||
"Well, get them back once you reach the Feynman because that is | |||
where you are going to be the new head counsellor. Ops will give you docking | |||
bay and departure time so dismissed Ensign, dismissed."<br> | |||
<nowiki>-------------------------------------------------------------</nowiki> | |||
Loren gathered the information he needed to know from a young Lt. in | |||
station ops. Apparently not much had been heard from the FEYNMAN since | |||
their encounter with an alien race. The ship's last coordinates were | |||
known, and it was also known that the ship was in the midst of a very | |||
tense situtaion. | |||
The Isaahi were pretty important to the Federation right now, and they | |||
didn't want to take any chances so they were sending a functional | |||
telepath out to ease the contact situation. | |||
A D-warp shuttle was heading in the direction of the FEYNMAN and Loren | |||
had been ordered aboard it. Lately, d-warp was a mode of travel he | |||
didn't care that much about. But right now, Loren knew he had to put his | |||
personal discomfort aside because there was a ship out there that needed him. | |||
"Sir," stated the cheery Chief Petty Officer from the door to the shuttle | |||
Elseveier, "We're cleared for departure and we have your belongings stowed." | |||
Loren shook off his misgivings about d-warp and clambered into the | |||
shuttle. Apparently, the CPO accompanying him was headed to a colony | |||
a few parsecs away from the FEYNMAN's last coordinates. <nowiki>*At least, I'll | |||
have company on this one*</nowiki> contemplated Loren. | |||
["Shuttle Elseveier, you are cleared for departure"] came the | |||
announcement from station ops. | |||
"This is Chief Petty Officer Burrows. Acknowledged SB EPSILON." Burrows | |||
tapped in the departure sequence while Loren sat back. Shuttle piloting | |||
was not one of Loren's best skills. | |||
The shuttle moved silently through the docking bay doors into open space | |||
where Burrows pointed the shuttle in the right direction and engaged | |||
d-warp. As the shuttle lept into netherspace, Loren prepared himself for | |||
the unexpected.<br> | |||
<nowiki>------------------------------------------</nowiki> | |||
As the Elseveier came out of D-warp, Loren shook his head. <nowiki>*That one was | |||
just as weird as the last one*</nowiki> thought Loren. | |||
Burrows ran a check of the shuttle systems as the Elseveier came to a | |||
relative stop outside of the star system in which the FEYNMAN was | |||
located. | |||
"You alright sir," said Burrows eyeing Loren. He had never seen d-warp | |||
have that kind of effect on anyone before. <nowiki>*This guy is practically | |||
shaking*</nowiki> | |||
Suddenly, a warning bleep came from the sensor console. Loren came out | |||
of his daze as his hands moved over the controls. | |||
"It looks like there is an ship approaching. Ship recognition programs | |||
can't identify it..." | |||
"Whoever they are they're moving in really close," stated Burrows. | |||
Loren eyes seem to glaze for a moment before, "I'm raising the shields | |||
and arming weapons. See if you can contact the FEYNMAN." | |||
A warning klaxon went off a split second before the shuttle rocked from a | |||
weapons discharge from the approaching ship. | |||
Burrows began evasive manuevers while Loren returned fire as best he | |||
could. Unfortunately, the two Starfleet officers were so focused on | |||
combating the first attacking ship, they fail to notice the other come | |||
out from behind a nearby planetoid. | |||
The second ship slammed the shuttle with as much firepower as it could | |||
muster. | |||
The Elseveier ducked under the fire of the first ship while returning | |||
fire to the second hostile. Energy blasts spread across the bow of the | |||
shuttle as it desperately ducked and weaved, but it was overmatched. | |||
"Shields buckling...torpedoes and phasers down..." were the last words | |||
for Burrows as his control console exploded peppering his face with the | |||
fragments. | |||
Loren shielded himself with his arm but to no avail. The blast rendered | |||
him unconscious as well. The world went dim as the Elseveier floated | |||
adrift and Loren saw the two unidentified ships close in... | |||
Respectfully submitted,<br> | |||
Kevin Thigpen<br> | |||
Ens. Loren Landers<br> | |||
USS FEYNMAN CNS2<br> | |||
NRPG: Hi all! Once again, it's a pleasure to uhmm..be aboard...kind | |||
of. Guess what. Help me! So far, I see two options. | |||
The attacking ships were Reavers out for more Federation tech.<br> | |||
1)Loren will be found when the away team from the FEYNMAN raids the | |||
Reaver base.<br> | |||
2)The Reavers didn't jam the shuttle's mayday and the FEYNMAN will break<br> | |||
Of course, someone could have something more original in mind which is | |||
fine by me. | |||
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Countdown</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Jason Bostjancic 11-26-1996</h4> | |||
SD: 81126<br> | |||
MD: 7:0800<br> | |||
Z-minus 1 hour before the Issahi attack would come.<br> | |||
The choices for this mission had to be made carefully, | |||
and thus Koreth and Allard's time had been spent mainly | |||
on that. | |||
Anyone in the two departments who had high levels of | |||
combat and engineering training or experience was | |||
automaticly 'volunteered'. That consisted of 8 people... | |||
which included Dunnon, K'tal, and Majkel from engineering. | |||
<Any NPC security choices?> | |||
Tarrant, true to his nature, also made some adaptations to | |||
the Phaser Rifles which would be issued to all. A modified | |||
tricorder would be securely fastened to the top section of | |||
each rifle - thus allowing full scanning ability without putting | |||
the weapon down. Each tricorder was stripped of all general | |||
starfleet information in case it fell to enemy hands. | |||
There was one further addition the two officers wanted. | |||
An asset combat-wise and science-wise, and a powerhouse | |||
when it came to processing data. | |||
Scene: Science station 1 | |||
Lts. Koreth and Allard walked in to find the lab hard at | |||
work on the ytterbium equation... as was the CSO | |||
Lt. Meleah. | |||
"Lieutenant, " said Koreth as he approached the android, | |||
"If at all possible would you be able to join us on the | |||
away 'team' in recovering the stolen Shuttlepod?" | |||
<Answer?> | |||
MD: 7:0830<br> | |||
Scene: Tarrant's Quarters<br> | |||
Tarrant sat on the floor, legs crossed, with the lights dimmed. | |||
Before him lies his Katana, wrapped in a sheath of some | |||
crimson cloth. Each race of which he belonged had different | |||
rituals performed before oncoming battles... the Feynman officer | |||
had adapted elements of both to his own. | |||
"Grant me strength against my enemies, power to endure what | |||
is to come, honor for my deeds, the knowledge to obtain success, | |||
and forgiveness for what I may have to do." | |||
<nowiki>..................</nowiki> | |||
<NRPG><br> | |||
Just trying to set a mood.<br> | |||
Meleah would be VERY helpful on the mission, if she can get away | |||
from the lab for a little while. ;) | |||
Anything from Allard? | |||
Respectfully,<br> | |||
Jason<br> | |||
Commander Tirrin Vorak - XO - USS BURKE<br> | |||
Lieutenant Tarrant L. Koreth - CEO - USS FEYNMAN<br> | |||
Potest esse nur unus<br> | |||
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Captive</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by | |||
Kevin Thigpen 11-28-1996</h4> | |||
Stardate: 81128.2200<br> | |||
MD: 7.0945<br> | |||
Scene: Inside the Reaver's asteroid base<br> | |||
Loren awoke with an ache he swore was going to split his skull. Shaking | |||
his head to get rid of the grogginess caused rivulets of pain shoot all | |||
across his temples. <nowiki>*Mistake*</nowiki> he thought. | |||
Slowly his vision cleared to reveal the four walls of what appeared to be | |||
a holding cell. The walls themselves were bare as was the floor and | |||
ceiling. Loren unsteadily clambered to his feet and began surveying his new | |||
surroundings. He was halfway through running his fingers over one of the | |||
walls searching for a means of egress when he stopped. | |||
Grabbing his temples he began to concentrate, <nowiki>*What in the devil are all | |||
these clicks and whistles I'm hearing?*</nowiki> The unintelligible clicks began | |||
to dissolve into emotions as Loren concentrated harder... emotions he | |||
could immediately recognize. | |||
<nowiki>*The Federation...technology...an attack...a trap carefully laid...and | |||
the FEYNMAN*</nowiki> The thoughts came rapidly and easily to Loren, so easily | |||
that he put up a mental block because he began to lose himself to the | |||
thoughts. | |||
Loren's head began to pound again and his legs simply gave way. He curled | |||
himself into a ball on the floor and began to meditate to force away the | |||
pain and formulate a plan. | |||
Respectfully submitted,<br> | |||
Kevin Thigpen<br> | |||
Ens. Loren Landers<br> | |||
USS FEYNMAN CNS<br> | |||
NRPG: Uh...had to put another post in for fun. I stayed away from | |||
revealing too much about the Reavers...felt that was best left to you | |||
guys, the experts...You guys are experts at this right? | |||
Could the FEYNMAN be headed for a trap? <VBEG> | |||
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Into the Lion's Den</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Jason Bostjancic 11-29-1996</h4> | |||
SD: 81129<br> | |||
MD: 7.0850<br> | |||
"Um, Lieutenant - It's time." Ens. Dunnon poked his | |||
head into the CEO's quarters, but didn't dare enter. | |||
The security vest he wore was awkward and cutting into | |||
his neck. | |||
Tarrant allowed his eyes to slowly open. Letting his mind, | |||
body, and soul awake from it's almost trance-like state. | |||
He unwrapped the Katana before him, and promptly sheathed | |||
it in an apparatus behind his back. Then went about putting | |||
on the blast vest. | |||
Dunnon watched the scene with amusement. Tarrant was | |||
tough in Engineering, but reasonable. Always busy working | |||
on something - involved. It was as if he now transfered all that | |||
energy into himself. Every movement was a fluid arc, every | |||
step, every motion. Dunnon almost missed the question when | |||
his superior spoke. | |||
"Have you completed the modifications on the rifles?" | |||
"Yes sir, the modified tricorders are attached exactly like the | |||
prototype you gave me. They're in Transporter Room 2, " | |||
replied the Terran. | |||
Tarrant nodded. | |||
The walk to the transporter room was a quiet one. The few crew | |||
who were in the corridors during the yellow alert status stepped | |||
back to give room as the two made their way. For Dunnon, the | |||
silence and stares were almost unbearable and strangely surreal. | |||
They walked in to find they were the last to arrive. | |||
"Glad to see you two finally showed up." said Allard with a bit | |||
of a grin. "Thought I might have had to command this task force | |||
all by myself." | |||
Lt. Koreth grabbed one of the rifles, "And let you play with my new toys | |||
unsupervised? I don't think so 'junior'." | |||
<NRPG: Not sure If Meleah is in.. so I'll leave that open> | |||
The partial klingon only had a few years on Allard, but the tactical | |||
officer's young face made him appear much less aged. | |||
Tarrant liked Allard ever since he had come on board. Sure, the then | |||
ensign was green.. but there was something in his eyes... And as he | |||
looked into that young face now, both forcing relaxed grins, Tarrant | |||
could tell that they both knew the possibilities of what was to come. | |||
"Sirs, " interrupted the transporter chief, "the Issahi attack has begun." | |||
Allard turned to the team, "Ok, everone up. Circle formation, weapons | |||
out. If you perseive something as a threat do not hesitate to protect | |||
yourselves." He knew that the speech wasn't necessary, but gave | |||
it anyway. | |||
One by one they took up position. Koreth and Allard facing exact | |||
opposite each other. | |||
"Try to find a place free from as much activity as you can for the | |||
transport. But, if you can look on to any familiar Federation signatures | |||
in that time.. then send us there." said Tarrant to the transporter | |||
chief. | |||
Time passed. Yet when the word came, it was remembered | |||
as but a fleeting second. | |||
<Bridge to transporter room,> It was Cmdr Maril <Beam down the landing | |||
party, and may Kazanti quench the flames of Azule.> | |||
Shimmering blue light engulfed them, then faded as fast as it came on. | |||
The passageway was barely lit. Honeycomb type patterns seemd to make | |||
up the walls and floor. Two rows, one about 1/2 a meter up and another | |||
about the same distance from the ceiling, emitted a dull yellowish light | |||
from between the lines. The 'floor' seemed grippy, like rubber or as if a | |||
light adhesive had been applied. The corridor itself extended in two | |||
directions. No doors in the conventional sense were visible. Nor | |||
was the enemy. | |||
Tarrant held up his rifle to look at the tricorder attached to it. | |||
"Picking up multiple energy readings all over, and multiple unknown | |||
lifeforms... 400 meters this direction. " | |||
"Are any Federation signatures?" asked Allard, not turning from | |||
his position. | |||
"No. I guess they weren't able to pick up a signature before beam-in." | |||
"There dosen't appear to be any interfaces here." said Dunnon as | |||
he looked at around. He slowly reached out and touched the wall. | |||
"It feels like the floor... WHOA!" he pulled his hand back as if | |||
bitten. | |||
"What is it Ensign?" | |||
"It.. 'changed' . When I pushed on it, I could feel it changing. Kinda | |||
strengthening under the force." | |||
"Make a scan of it Dunnon, but do it quick. " announced Tarrant | |||
in a final type voice, "We have a mission." | |||
"Which way, Koreth" said Allard. HE obviously didn't like the idea | |||
of staying in a hallway all day. | |||
"I'm reading power fluxuations and some light firepower in your direction. | |||
Probably where the Issahi have started the ground attack." | |||
Allard nodded, "Which means that the Shuttle pod would probably be | |||
in a more secure section." It sounded good, but they knew that either | |||
way they were just shooting in the dark. Splitting up would have been | |||
the quickest way, but in this type of combat situation there was | |||
required safety in numbers. "Then we head that way." | |||
The corridor continued, which lead to a few intersections. Each time they | |||
chose the direction closest to the strange power signatures. Again | |||
no doorways seemed evident, but Tarrant saw on the tricorder evidence | |||
that pockets of space existed behind them. | |||
Allard kept track of the bio-readings... which started bothering him | |||
quite a bit. "Hold up here." | |||
"What is it?" | |||
"Something strange is going on. " said the SEC officer who continued to | |||
explain, "Three times now I've picked up bio readings, of at least 6 | |||
separate creatures in each group, and each time we've gotten within | |||
50 meters they suddenly veer off... away from our location." | |||
"Avoiding confrontation on your own base during a raid? Some | |||
thing is not right." announced Koreth. | |||
<nowiki>.................</nowiki><br> | |||
NRPG<br> | |||
Ok, here we go. | |||
Wanted to allow some play off of the trap part set by | |||
our new officer in his last post so..... | |||
BTW: PLEASE! Don't send Krysa in with a shuttle craft to save us. | |||
All we need is two downed shuttles to search for. | |||
(Sorry, couldn't resist... everyone else gets to have fun) | |||
Respectfully,<br> | |||
Jason<br> | |||
Commander Tirrin Vorak - XO - USS BURKE<br> | |||
Lieutenant Tarrant L. Koreth - CEO - USS FEYNMAN<br> | |||
Potest esse nur unus<br> | |||
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: The Ship!</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by | |||
Kevin Thigpen 11-30-1996</h4> | |||
Stardate: 81129.1300<br> | |||
MD: 7.0950<br> | |||
Scene: Holding Cell on Reaver's Base<br> | |||
It didn't take long for Loren to achieve the proper mind state to block | |||
the pain he was feeling. Sitting up he remembered that his body was | |||
still damaged but his mind was no longer registering the pain. He | |||
couldn't keep it that way for long, but maybe long enough to escape. | |||
Running his hands once again over the seemingly featureless walls he | |||
could feel them getting stronger in response to his applied force. On | |||
top of that the floor seemed like it was gripping his feet. <nowiki>*This is | |||
useless*</nowiki> he thought angrily as he kicked the wall he faced. | |||
What happened next totally surprised him. His foot went through the wall | |||
along with his leg and then the rest of his body. Jumping to his feet on | |||
the other side Loren glanced around quickly to confirm what his Betazoid | |||
senses had already told him...he was alone. Looking back at the wall he | |||
tried to tentatively put his hand back through the wall but it was just | |||
as hard as ever. | |||
He then envisioned himself fighting someone, beating them, and put his | |||
hand back up to the wall. It passed right through as if the wall were | |||
made of water. Loren drew upon other emotions as he repeated the test. | |||
<nowiki>*Amazing, certain emotions namely anger, allowed one to pass through the | |||
walls or doors or whatever they are here*</nowiki> Loren realized. | |||
With his newfound knowledge Loren made his way towards an open corridor | |||
with the one intention of finding a way out. | |||
After making it a few meters down the corridor, Loren stopped. <nowiki>*Bad guys | |||
ahead*.</nowiki> He eased himself into their thoughts for a brief moment and drew | |||
his mind back abruptly. He couldn't see them around the corner but he | |||
sensed six of them and they were anxious. Once again Loren made out the | |||
ideas of a trap but it wasn't directed at anything or anyone nearby. The | |||
idea seemed to concern something bigger and farther away. | |||
Then it hit him. The FEYNMAN was headed for a trap. The thoughts | |||
came fast and furious. <nowiki>*The base was expendable...first lead the Isaahi | |||
fleet into the asteroid field, destroy them while the FEYNMAN attempts to | |||
leave the area. While the Isaahi are occupied with the base, an ambush | |||
of a large number of our ships will capture the FEYNMAN...They're going | |||
to try to capture the ship. No time for this, I gotta go*</nowiki> | |||
Loren spun around to come face to face with hooded creature about 2 | |||
meters tall shuffling even closer to him. <nowiki>*Damn, too preoccupied to | |||
sense this one coming up on me*</nowiki> The thing reached out to grab Loren who | |||
grabbed the thing's left appendage, twisted it to the right, and | |||
using the momentum generated threw the thing to the floor. | |||
Bounding over the fallen creature, Loren ran for all he was worth. | |||
Respectfully submitted,<br> | |||
Kevin Thigpen<br> | |||
CNS<br> | |||
USS FEYNMAN<br> | |||
NRPG: Hehehe...The FEYNMAN might be in trouble...soon. Had to clarify | |||
the trap thing a bit more. | |||
Shipbound crewmates- Take it away. | |||
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Throwing A Baseball</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Max Felsher 11-30-1996</h4> | |||
SD 81130.0240 (GMT)<br> | |||
MD 7.0930<br> | |||
SCENE: Bridge<br> | |||
Maril monitored the battle closely, watching for any strange occurrences. | |||
Nothing so far. | |||
Unfortunately, the Issahi were losing despite their superior numbers. The | |||
Reavers were taking advantage of their better firepower and the Issahi lack of | |||
maneuverability. A good quarter of the Issahi attack fleet had been destroyed, as | |||
opposed to less than an eighth of the Reavers. | |||
But, then, as it looked like the Reavers would force the Issahi back, different | |||
Issahi ships started to enter the battle. These were about the same length and | |||
thickness as the others, but much wider. And when the Reavers fired their | |||
weapons, it took about twelve high-power shots to bring these strange ships' | |||
shields down even 25%. | |||
Suddenly, it hit Maril as suddenly as the lightning hit Regampha. He recalled | |||
the data from Lt. Meleah's experiments with the dilithium sword. The energy | |||
readouts were very similar. So it was dilithium the Issahi were using! | |||
"The attack of the valmbirds at Cidema," he whispered under his breath. | |||
He looked up to see what was happening around the Bridge. Seemingly, all | |||
was quiet. Very few Reavers had attacked since the Feynman had beamed down | |||
the away team. Perhaps they were too focused on the Issahi attack. | |||
"Reaver ship at bearing 212, mark 308," Jerran reported calmly. Maril had | |||
thought too soon. | |||
"Red alert," Maril ordered quickly. | |||
"Hold your fire, Tactical," Zane said slowly. "Let them fire first. Mr. Jerran, | |||
bring us about to face the Reaver ship, but keep us within communications range | |||
of the away team." | |||
"Aye, sir, but two more ships have just appeared at bearings 257, mark 7 and | |||
104, mark 76." | |||
"All three ships are firing weapons, sir," the tactical officer reported with some | |||
worry. | |||
The ship rocked violently, almost throwing Maril out of his chair. "Damage | |||
report," he said sternly as he attempted to regain his bearings. | |||
"Shields down to 37%. Damage to decks 14-16 of the Engineering section." | |||
"Get some repair teams down there," Maril ordered. | |||
"You may open fire, Tactical," the Captain gave the command. | |||
"Aye, sir." | |||
The ship shuddered again. "Report." | |||
"The ship in front of us has been destroyed. Our shields went down for 4 | |||
seconds, but they are now back up to 10%. Damage to the starboard nacelle | |||
pylon." | |||
"Continue firing," Zane ordered. | |||
Jenn suddenly spoke up. "Sir, somehow a small probe got close to us when | |||
our shields were down for 4 seconds. It is creating a magnetic field." Then she | |||
held her breath for a second. "Sir, the probe's magnetic field is disrupting our | |||
anti-matter containment field. If our containment field fails-" | |||
"We won't be here to fight the Reavers at all," Zane finished the sentence. | |||
"The Jacolian tunnelers attacking from below," Maril whispered. | |||
Zane shivered for a second, but quickly gained control. "Can we destroy it?" | |||
"Not by conventional means," Jenn answered. "The probe is much too close | |||
to the ship. An explosion would cause a major hull breach." | |||
"Can we get a tractor beam on it?" Maril asked, worried. | |||
"Possibly. The probe is very small. We may grab a lot of empty space | |||
instead of the probe." | |||
"I think that's a chance we have to take," Zane said, seemingly calm. | |||
"Tactical, get a tractor beam lock on it. When you have it, swing the tractor | |||
beam outwards and let go at the end of the arc." | |||
"Aye, sir, I have a lock on it, engaging tractor beam, missed it," the tactical | |||
officer reported. "Got another lock, engaging tractor beam, got it this time. | |||
Swinging the tractor beam to the port, disengaging tractor beam...now! The | |||
probe is continuing on its path outwards." | |||
"Good job, everyone," Zane said with some relief. "Are there any Reaver | |||
ships still attacking us?" | |||
"One, sir. The other one has gone to the main battle." | |||
"Status of shields?" Maril asked. | |||
"They're up to 24%. The Reaver ship is firing again." | |||
"Return fire!" Zane ordered as the ship shook. | |||
The sun has met the sea,<br> | |||
Lt. Commander Onta Maril,<br> | |||
First Officer, USS Feynman,<br> | |||
aka Max Felsher<br> | |||
NRPG: | |||
Sorry for my lack of posting. School, and everything. :( | |||
And, yes, I am leaving a cliffhanger for everyone. :) | |||
Kevin:I'll be sending various info, disclaimers and other paraphernalia on the | |||
Feynman soon. :) | |||