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<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Nothing Really New</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Jason Bostjancic 11-3-1996</h4> | |||
SD: 81103 | |||
MD: 5.0815 | |||
Holodeck 2 | |||
>"They do not appear to be a friendly race," Koreth commented. "Another patch<br> | |||
>is near their sensor array, and another near what could be their aft weapons array."<br> | |||
><br> | |||
>Using these positions, they started entering information into the holodeck<br> | |||
>program, and ran through it.<br> | |||
.....<br> | |||
<Insufficient data><br> | |||
"Damn!" Tarrant shook hi head and leaned up against the wall. | |||
IT was about the 30th time the computer gave that answer. They | |||
entered every bit of data they had, knew, hypothesized, and guessed | |||
at. There were just to many holes. | |||
"We could get the Issahi to fire on us?" came Meleah's reply. | |||
Tarrant only looked at her in utter disbelief. According to their | |||
previous tests, a ytterbium weapon or gas cloud would destroy | |||
their SIF, and the FEYNMAN would fall/blow apart. | |||
"It was a joke Lieutenant... humor in stressful situations | |||
is said to relieve tension." | |||
The CEO could only stare at the android. | |||
.................<br> | |||
ELSEWHERE | |||
He, Oh my ship... little ship... The pain hurts... | |||
Another, a mind, hurting... FORCING! It wants the | |||
first officer... trying to get to him... | |||
STOP SHOUTING! ... oh, must go, must find them.... | |||
Me? Yes, I'll help.. just Stop SHOUTING! | |||
WHO? I' dont KNOW a ROSS? | |||
A ship.. yes another, a ship... the Issahi ship.. | |||
they are with us... watching. Oh, the pain... hurts | |||
Must give the pain, must hurt the others... YES | |||
Will tell, will help... yes, when time comes. Just | |||
take me with you.. take me... | |||
<NRPG> | |||
Sorry Max, just trying to play a little off your idea. | |||
As for the lack of findings. I just couldn't in good | |||
common sense figure that we had enough data. | |||
But I think we've all decided that this is *not* the | |||
ship.... | |||
Well, let's get going. | |||
Respectfully, | |||
Jason | |||
Commander Tirrin Vorak - XO - USS BURKE<br> | |||
Lieutenant Tarrant L. Koreth - CEO - USS FEYNMAN<br> | |||
Potest esse nur unus<br> | |||