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<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Some Thoughts On the Issahi</h3>
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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: CNS2 On The Way</h3>
<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  
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by  
Kevin Thigpen 11-26-1996</h4>
Kevin Thigpen 11-25-1996</h4>
Stardate: 81126.1300<br>
Stardate: 81123.0900<br>
Scene: SB EPSILON---->USS FEYNMAN<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.


"No, no, I just feel like I have been in it for a while now, hard to
From his body language, Loren could tell Crowell thought him well suited
get my 'legs' back." The Counsellor lied, unsure how he could explain his
for a position as CNS, but nothing else.
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
Still, he was here in Starfleet after a long uphill climb. After being
where you are going to be the new head counsellor. Ops will give you docking
alone for most of his life and having to fend for himself, it felt good
bay and departure time so dismissed Ensign, dismissed."<br>
to be part of a team, a kind of family almost... Starfleet.
<nowiki>-------------------------------------------------------------</nowiki>


Loren gathered the information he needed to know from a young Lt. in
The next morning, Loren headed for the shuttlebay where he ran into Ens.
station ops. Apparently not much had been heard from the FEYNMAN since
Allan Desoto, the same Ens. he had trained with on Armstrong Lunar Base.
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
"Hey, Landers," came the call from across the shuttlebay. Allan walked
didn't want to take any chances so they were sending a functional
up to Landers, beaming from ear to ear. "I got my assignment. I headed
telepath out to ease the contact situation.
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?"


A D-warp shuttle was heading in the direction of the FEYNMAN and Loren
"Adm. Crowell has assigned me to Silver Fleet. Looks like I'm going to
had been ordered aboard it. Lately, d-warp was a mode of travel he
be a CNS." said Loren.
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
"Loren, you sound dissappointed," stated Desoto.
Elseveier, "We're cleared for departure and we have your belongings stowed."


Loren shook off his misgivings about d-warp and clambered into the
"No, I'm actually quite happy that I got this assignment. I prefer
shuttle. Apparently, the CPO accompanying him was headed to a colony
helping people and with my...special abilities...I seem to have a knack
a few parsecs away from the FEYNMAN's last coordinates. <nowiki>*At least, I'll
with knowing how people are up here," said Landers pointing to his head.
have company on this one*</nowiki> contemplated Loren.


["Shuttle Elseveier, you are cleared for departure"] came the
"Well, I wish you the best of luck Loren Landers. Maybe, we'll run up on
announcement from station ops.
each other again," said Desoto.


"This is Chief Petty Officer Burrows. Acknowledged SB EPSILON." Burrows
"The same here Desoto, see you around."
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
Loren watched Desoto clamber into his runabout headed for Green fleet
where Burrows pointed the shuttle in the right direction and engaged
before climbing in his shuttle headed for silver fleet.
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
The Shuttle named the Harrah was packed with new personnel headed for SB
just as weird as the last one*</nowiki> thought Loren.
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.


Burrows ran a check of the shuttle systems as the Elseveier came to a
The D-warp shuttle experience was somewhat uneventful for Loren, with one
relative stop outside of the star system in which the FEYNMAN was
exception. Upon entering the netherworld of D-warp, Loren felt a minor
located.
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.


"You alright sir," said Burrows eyeing Loren. He had never seen d-warp
Seeing as this was his first actual D-warp trip, Loren was glad when it
have that kind of effect on anyone before. <nowiki>*This guy is practically
was over and the pilot announced their docking at SB EPSILON.
shaking*</nowiki>


Suddenly, a warning bleep came from the sensor console. Loren came out
Leaving his possesions with a yeoman, Loren made his way to CINCSILVER's
of his daze as his hands moved over the controls.
office and his new assignment.


"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.
Respectfully submitted,<br>
Kevin Thigpen<br>
Ens. Loren Landers<br>


Loren eyes seem to glaze for a moment before, "I'm raising the shields
NRPG: Later, Jeremy. May your adventures be more fun than mine :).
and arming weapons. See if you can contact the FEYNMAN."


A warning klaxon went off a split second before the shuttle rocked from a
Mike Dawe: I am at your disposal.
weapons discharge from the approaching ship.
<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>


Burrows began evasive manuevers while Loren returned fire as best he
>The Shuttle named the Harrah was packed with new personnel headed for SB<br>
could. Unfortunately, the two Starfleet officers were so focused on
>EPSILON. Loren took a seat in the passenger compartment of the shuttle<br>
combating the first attacking ship, they fail to notice the other come
>and called up the fleet roster for silver fleet. He intended to do some<br>
out from behind a nearby planetoid.
>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.]


The second ship slammed the shuttle with as much firepower as it could
He crossed to look over a few shoulders at the viewscreen. It
muster.
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 Elseveier ducked under the fire of the first ship while returning
The secretary was dabbing her eyes as she saw the betazoid approach.
fire to the second hostile. Energy blasts spread across the bow of the
"I'm sorry the Vice Admiral is not here right now but if you'd like to wait
shuttle as it desperately ducked and weaved, but it was overmatched.
I am sure that . . . "


"Shields buckling...torpedoes and phasers down..." were the last words
She never finished her sentence as the Turbolift doors opened and a
for Burrows as his control console exploded peppering his face with the
huge bear of a man crossed the room and came up the to the secretary.
fragments.
'Hrrmf, he next for me? Right then, come on."


Loren shielded himself with his arm but to no avail. The blast rendered
So saying the Admiral Nicholas entered his office followed by a
him unconscious as well. The world went dim as the Elseveier floated
bemused Ensign. "Bio chip?" Taking the proferred chip he slotted it into a
adrift and Loren saw the two unidentified ships close in...
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."


Respectfully submitted,<br>
"It would be . . . uncomfortable." Agreed the Ensign, when it
Kevin Thigpen<br>
became obvious the Admiral was waiting for a response.
Ens. Loren Landers<br>
USS FEYNMAN CNS2<br>


NRPG: Hi all! Once again, it's a pleasure to uhmm..be aboard...kind
"Hrrmf, uncomfortable eh? Well then, that leaves us with putting
of. Guess what. Help me! So far, I see two options.
you onto a D-warp . . . .what?" Grey eyes snapped to meet the dark ones of
The attacking ships were Reavers out for more Federation tech.<br>
the Betazoid.
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
"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.
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. :)
MDailey
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