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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> September 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> September 1996 Posts</font></center> | ||
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<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Searching</h3> | <h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Searching</h3> | ||
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Cheers!<br> | Cheers!<br> | ||
Mike<br> | Mike<br> | ||
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Dragons and Magic and Battles, Oh My!</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Max Felsher 9-25-1996</h4> | |||
SD 80925.0300<br> | |||
Maril, seemingly contemplating as never nothing for an XO to do on a starship, but on occasion, Maril liked to give the illusion. Reaching the doors of Holodeck 1, Maril was about to enter. However, when he moced up to the large doorway, they didn't open. Realizing that the holodeck was in use, he checked the program and the user. | |||
<This holodeck is now in use by Lieutenant Krysa Jenn with a fantasy program.> | |||
Maril raised what most people would call an eyebrow. However, since he had no facial hair whatsoever, eyebrow was just a generalization for that area of his forehead. In fact, the gesture itself was something Maril had learned--Tamarians did not raise their "eyebrows" when intrigued. | |||
"Computer, door open." | |||
The holodeck doors opened onto a beautiful view. Apparently, he was on a mountain. From this spot, he could see for many kilometers--or was it miles--in every direction. | |||
As he heard the holodeck doors close behind him, Maril heard another sound--a scream. A screech, coming closer. Maril turned to find a rather large bright red...thing,...like a...what was it?...oh, yes, a dragon of Earth's mythology. | |||
No time for reviewing his foreign mythology though. He could see that this dragon that was getting very close had sharp teeth and curving talons. In addition, he thought he remembered something about fire.... | |||
Stumbling back, his foot caught on something and he fell flat on his back. Regaining his composure as the dragon was now less than 100 meters away, he examined what he had tripped on. A beautifully carved piece of gold, straight down but very ornate.... | |||
A sword! Of course! Maril wrenched the rest of the rather heavy weapon out of the ground. Standing up, he brought the long sword up in front of himself, ready for the red dragon's strike. | |||
He didn't need it. At the last second, the dragon wheeled out of the way. <You need not fear me,> Maril heard a message in his head. | |||
"Who are you?" Maril asked, still wary. | |||
<nowiki><I am Yikata, the Wise One, as my tribe calls me. This sword which you hold is called the Stikor. It belonged to my great-grandfather, Ebzelo, another Wise One, who was able to change his shape into human form. No being has ever been able to hold it before you. I will allow you to mount me, as you are obviously a being of some power.></nowiki> | |||
Maril still didn't trust this dragon, but he realized it might be prudent to have an ally here, even if this was on the holodeck. So, with some effort, Maril pulled himself onto the dragon, still keeping the sword, Stikor, out and ready. | |||
As Yikata took off, Maril found this was a totally new experience. Of course, he didn't have much to compare this to--about the closest was flying in a shuttle. Still, he hadn't expected the buffeting of the air, or the unique perspective this viewpoint gave. | |||
"So," Maril started. "Could you tell me more about yourself?" | |||
<nowiki><Very well. This area has been dragon land for many millennia. Only recently did men even venture here. They do not dare do much, though, for the dragon resistance is much too strong.></nowiki> | |||
"So, there are very few humans here?" | |||
<nowiki><That is correct. Each tribe of dragons roams a huge area of land, and sometimes sea, as a tribe of dragons takes a great toll on the surrounding land.></nowiki> | |||
"It sounds very convenient. What about you yourself?" | |||
<nowiki><I am getting to that. As I said, my great-grandfather was a Wise one, as were his ancestors, as were his descendants, as am I. The title is passed down from eldest to eldest. Of course, when my great-grandfather was alive, the humans were only a group of villagers along the seacoasts. Creatures ruled.></nowiki> | |||
"How long ago *was* that?" | |||
<nowiki><Approximately 22,000 years ago.></nowiki> | |||
"And how old are you?" | |||
<nowiki><Two thousand, three hundred, and forty two years old.></nowiki> | |||
Maril was astounded. "And how old is that, for dragons?" | |||
<nowiki><I am entering middle age, but I am the oldest of my tribe. Wise ones usually are.></nowiki> | |||
"Egabo when he first saw the sky...." | |||
The dragon's eyes shifted warily, seemingly contemplating Maril's last metaphor. | |||
"Never mind, dragon. I speak in metaphors." | |||
<nowiki><Ahh, I see. At any rate, to finish my story, I have gathered many potions and spells over my life. Recently, a group of Rogue Dragons have attempted to take over our roaming grounds. Unfortunately, most of our warriors died around 100 years ago. Most of our member are less than 300 years old and inexperienced.></nowiki> | |||
"It seems it will probably be a hard battle." | |||
<nowiki><Yes, but the Rogues lack the benefit of magic, which we have. We also have a being which has taken Stikor from the ground, and in order to do that, you must be formidable.></nowiki> | |||
Maril was about to answer to the contrary, but Yitaka stopped him. | |||
<nowiki><Here is our home cave. Our Dragonlord is there.></nowiki> | |||
Without warning, the red dragon swooped down. Maril thought that they would crash, but as they neared the ground, Yitaka slowed his descent, and | |||
landed in front of another dragon. | |||
This dragon was even larger than Yitaka, but obviously much younger. He was a light blue and held his shoulders up high. There was no mistaking this for anyone but the Dragonlord. | |||
<nowiki><Lord Alanth, I have returned.></nowiki> | |||
<And who is this rider? I thought you let no one ride you.> Alanth's booming voice was very different from Yitaka's slow, wise voice. | |||
<nowiki><I made an exception. This rider drew Stikor from its resting place.></nowiki> | |||
Alanth raised an eyebrow. Again, that gesture--it seemed to be almost universal. <Very well. Perhaps he will be useful in the ensuing battle. Wraiths and Rogue Dragons are attacking. We need your magic, Wise One. I am heading for the battle site.> With that, the mighty dragon pushed himself up into the air. That was definitely a strong dragon. | |||
<nowiki><Now, I must gather my potions,> Yitaka told Maril.</nowiki> | |||
The dragon and his rider headed into a small cavern off the main cave. It held shelves and shelves of potions and books--Yitaka was a Wise One. | |||
<nowiki><Sleep,> Yitaka sent as he picked up one potion and put it in a satchel. <Confusion. Invisibility, for us, of course, not them. Stun. Cold. Do you notice my glasses?></nowiki> | |||
Maril craned his neck and looked at the dragon's eyes. They, were, indeed, covered by glasses. Maril nodded. | |||
<nowiki><They allow me to focus on one creature and cast certain spells which I have memorized. They are one of my most prized possessions.></nowiki> | |||
Maril could only nod quietly. | |||
<nowiki><There. I have all my potions that I will use. Let me see if I can summon a view of the battle in this mirror.></nowiki> | |||
Maril watched the mirror. Suddenly, it changed to the battle. Alanth was just about to fly onto the scene. | |||
<nowiki><I must take myself there immediately.></nowiki> | |||
Maril felt a wave of dizziness and, when he opened his eyes again, they wer above the raging battle. | |||
The sun has met the sea,<br> | |||
Lt. Commander Onta Maril,<br> | |||
First Officer, USS Feynman,<br> | |||
aka Max Felsher<br> | |||
NRPG: | |||
Phew. I started writing and I just couldn't stop. Hope I didn't say anything too drastic in here, Kristen. | |||
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: NRPG: Dragons and Magic and Battles, oh my!</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Kristen Gant 9-25-1996</h4> | |||
> NRPG:<br> | |||
>Phew. I started writing and I just couldn't stop. Hope I didn't say<br> | |||
>anything too drastic in here, Kristen.<br> | |||
I loved it, Max :):):) It wouldn't fit in the DL RPG which I took the<br> | |||
original scenario from, but this is so cool. Gotta love the holodeck!<br> | |||
Kristen<br> | |||
------------------------------------<br> | |||
Kris & 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: What's Next?</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Kristen Gant 9-26-1996</h4> | |||
Stardate: 80926.0923<br> | |||
Scene: Krysa's Holodeck<br> | |||
Krysa laughed at the man in front of her. "Your ticket's just been | |||
canceled!" She thought that it didn't quite match the quality of her | |||
'unhand me, you pig,' remark, but it would do. She rushed the man, | |||
surprising him completely, and knocking him off balance. She stood | |||
poised for his attack as he stood, casually brushing the dirt of his | |||
clothes. Right then, watching his confident advance on her, she | |||
couldn't help but wish this program came with phasers. | |||
Malk chuckled, "Did you really think that would be enough to stop me, | |||
little girl." | |||
"I didn't want to stop you, just throw you off guard," Krysa said | |||
confidently, though she wasn't sure she could avoid him again. She | |||
had no weapons and this man was twice her size. Right now she was | |||
thinking that it might have been a good idea if she and Makayla had | |||
listened to Alanth's words, and stayed at home. | |||
<nowiki><We had to help Paranth.></nowiki> Came Makayla's calm reply. | |||
<nowiki><So why don't you get over here and help me now or we'll never be | |||
able to help him.></nowiki> | |||
<nowiki><I can't. His dragon won't give me room to take off.></nowiki> | |||
Krysa threw a quick glance toward the large black dragon who was | |||
towering over the much smaller Makayla and Paranth, effectively | |||
keeping them on the ground. She heard Malk's booming laughter as she | |||
spun her head back to look at him, "See the baby dragon will be of no | |||
help to you." | |||
"No! Well, perhaps I will!" came a bellowing roar behind Krysa. Krysa | |||
smiled, she didn't need to turn around to see who had come to her | |||
rescue, she recognized the voice. | |||
<Krysa, the great Yitaka has come to our rescue,> came Makayla's | |||
voice in her head again, <And he brings a great warrior.> | |||
"You are in trouble now, Malk Bromitz," she smirked. "Do you know who | |||
that is?" | |||
Malk growled turning his attention from her to the odd looking form | |||
behind her. "What are you?" he growled. | |||
"This is the great Warrior, Onta Maril," said Krysa, loving the turn | |||
this had taken. | |||
"He's not human." Said the villain with a wrinkled nose. | |||
"No, I'm not, I'm Tamarian." said Onta. He pulled the sword from it's | |||
scabbard and took a stance between Krysa and Malk. | |||
Malk took a step back, "Stikor!" said the man in awe, "You have the | |||
sword Stikor." | |||
"Yes, I do. And I am prepared to use it against you." | |||
Malk narrowed his eyes, "This is not over! I will return and I will | |||
prevail." The man turned to his Dragon who moved to meet him. The | |||
large man stepped up onto the dragons back and took off. Soon the | |||
wraiths also began to disappear. Leaving only the fighting dragons | |||
from Keldarra. | |||
Krysa stepped up to Onta, "So where's your shining armor?" She | |||
grinned. Onta's answer was drowned out by the roar of the Dragonlord | |||
Alanth. Who settled down behind them shaking his head and roaring at | |||
the two young dragons. | |||
<nowiki><Alanth is very mad at me, Krysa.></nowiki> came the young dragon's plaintive | |||
cry. <He says we should have stayed where we were told. | |||
<He's probably right, but it was kinda fun.> chuckled Krysa. She | |||
stopped laughing when the Dragonlord swung around and faced her and | |||
Onta. | |||
<nowiki><You, human, could have killed my daughter! This was not a game! I | |||
told her to stay at the Warren, yet you bring her here!></nowiki> | |||
"Please, I beg your forgiveness, great Alanth," said Krysa humbly. "I | |||
was only trying to help." The dragon held her gaze for a moment, then | |||
turned his head to Onta. | |||
<nowiki><You are a great warrior. We thank you for your help.></nowiki> | |||
"I didn't do much. He saw the sword and ran." | |||
The dragon nodded, <Yes, Stikor strikes fear in the hearts of rogues. | |||
I've no doubt this is only the beginning and that in the end Stikor | |||
will not be enough. Wraiths working with Rogue dragons is not a good | |||
sign. Those vile creature care only for what they can devour, | |||
particularly dragon flesh. Why would they join with Rogue dragons? | |||
Come let's return. There is much to discuss.> | |||
The large dragon took off leaving the two starfleet officers watching | |||
him. Krysa's smile returned as she looked at Onta, "I'm so glad you | |||
could join me." | |||
"So what is going to happen next?" | |||
"Well, I'm not entirely sure. Though most likely we will return to | |||
find their home under attack by more wraiths. There is a great battle | |||
going on between the dragons dominion, and those that have been | |||
banished. Somehow the rogues have gained the help of the dragons most | |||
hated enemy, the wraiths." | |||
"This is your program and you don't know exactly what to expect?" | |||
asked Onta. | |||
"Well, I only put in the guidelines of the world. So pretty much | |||
anything can happen," she said grinning. | |||
Regards,<br> | |||
Lt. Krysa Jenn<br> | |||
**** | |||
NRPG: Anyone else wanna come in and see if the dragons home is being<br> | |||
attacked :} I figure we can keep playing until the Captain comes back<br> | |||
and spoils our fun :}:}:}<br> | |||
Kristen<br> | |||
--<br> | |||
Kristen & Scott Gant<br> | |||
http://homepage/interaccess.com/~sgant/scott.htm<br> | |||
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: I'm Back</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by | |||
Donna Hurley 9-26-1996</h4> | |||
SD: 80926<br> | |||
Scene: SB EPSILON<br> | |||
Anna was just starting what was supposed to be a relaxing shore leave when | |||
she was approached by two Bajorans. | |||
"Excuse Me, Ms. Lee, I'm Ryna Itre and this is my assistant Muji John, | |||
we're from the Bajoran Freedom News and I was wondering if we could ask you | |||
a few questions." | |||
Anna recognized the name right away, The Bajoran Freedom News, a news | |||
program available in Bajor, known for its attacks on everything except the | |||
Bajoran people and Bajor itself. The program was especially known for its | |||
negative views on the Federation and Starfleet. | |||
"Were you not able to attend the press conference?" asked Anna. | |||
"Oh, we were, but we are more interested in you and your role in | |||
Starfleet." replied the Ryna. | |||
"It's just that we've done research and we thought a story about you would | |||
be more interesting." said the assistant. "I mean considering the fact that | |||
as a Bajoran Cadet in Starfleet, you were once convicted of aiding the | |||
Maquis. We have concluded that your were not actually guilty but that the | |||
human-run so called Federation assumed you were guilty because of the fact | |||
you are a Bajoran." | |||
"That is NOT true" stated Anna in a louder voice then she normally used. | |||
"Are you saying you were guilty?" asked Ryna. | |||
"No. I was and still am innocent. The fact I was convicted had nothing to | |||
do with race. At the trial, several on the jury as well as the judge | |||
happened to be Bajoran. The Federation and Starfleet are not human-run. As a | |||
non-human Starfleet officer once said "The United Federation of Planets is | |||
based on a simple but important idea: Diversity, indeed diversity makes up | |||
the very fabric of the Federation, which is essentially an amalgamation of | |||
different worlds, races, and cultures." This officer went on to say that | |||
the federation worlds are bound together by " awareness, respect and trust". | |||
I would add that this diversity also makes up Starfleet and is a great | |||
benefit to Starfleet as Starfleet officers also have awareness, respect and | |||
trust of one other." stated Anna. | |||
"Then in your opinion, why were you convicted?" inquired the assistant. | |||
"It was simply a case of being in the wrong place at the wrong time." | |||
Answered Anna and adding silently to herself, sort of like right now. "I | |||
have no further comments." Anna quickly walked off and jumped into the | |||
nearest turbolift trying to get as far away from those reporters as possible. | |||
Scene: USS FEYNMAN: Lee Anna's quaters | |||
Anna had gotten tired of avoiding those two reporters and saying "no | |||
comment" so she returned to her quatres and began the book she had bought | |||
during her short time on Epsilon, "Trinity" by Leon Uris. | |||
To take a break from her reading, Anna decided to catch some of the news. | |||
"Computer are there any local Federation News broadcast programs on?" | |||
[Negative] | |||
"All right, then computer have a recording of the latest local Federation | |||
news program sent to the terminal in my quatres" | |||
Anna watched the recording, one of the top stories was the Feynman's last | |||
mission. After the story on the mission itself, the news reporter went on | |||
to mention that a Bajoran News Station had done a story on a related issue. | |||
What followed was the showing of the complete "interview" Anna had with the | |||
two Bajoran Freedom News reporters plus a commentary but the reporter Ryna | |||
Itre. Ryna's commentary was basically that Lee Anna was just saying what | |||
she had been told by the Federation. Then the news went back to the | |||
Federation reporter who did another commentary stating that this particular | |||
Bajoran News program was an extremist group and did not reflect the opinions | |||
of all of Bajor which was followed by interviews with randomly selected | |||
Bajorans. | |||
By the time the news finally went onto another story, Anna was becoming | |||
quite angry at the "Bajoran Free News" (especially Ryna Itre) and the fact | |||
that a Federation News Station would actually have covered it. Must have | |||
been a slow news day! Lee Anna decided to calm down by going to a holodeck | |||
to relax, taking her skates with her. | |||
Scene: USS FEYNMAN: Holodeck | |||
Anna went into one of the empty holodecks and ran one of her favourite | |||
programs, | |||
Skating on the Rideau Canal in Ottawa Ontario, Canada. | |||
NRPG: | |||
Finally! A post from me!! Hope I didn't bore anyone too much. | |||
I didn't want to have Anna enter into anyone's holodeck program since I'm | |||
still catching up on where everyone is. If anyone wants to join Anna | |||
skating, that would be great. | |||
If shore leave has ended and I'm just not that caught up yet then consider | |||
this a backpost. | |||
From: | |||
Donna, who finally has a post out :) | |||
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Relaxation?</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by | |||
Andrew Catterick 9-27-1996</h4> | |||
SD: 80927.1000<br> | |||
Scene: Deckway, near holodeck<br> | |||
Commander Bat Durensten (ret'd), bartender extrodinaire waddled | |||
down the deck in his wadders and carrying his tackle box and rod cursing | |||
to himself and anyone that passed by. Even though he was not an active | |||
member of the crew, 25 years as a CSO had conditioned him to the point | |||
that you don't relax until the mission was over. As far as he was | |||
concerned during a mission his duty station was 10-Forward. As long as | |||
the FEYNMAN was embroiled in a mission he would be there to see to it that | |||
the crew were comfortable and as stress free as possible. But once the | |||
mission was over it was his time, not, he thought with a string of | |||
colourful language, time to waste serving a gaggle of rude, nosy | |||
journalists. | |||
They had charged aboard the second the gantry ways had locked into | |||
place and having found that Commander Zane had snuck off (Bat would be | |||
having words with the Captain over that one) they had resigned themselves | |||
to mingling in 10-Forward sampling, well actullay devouring, everything in | |||
sight compliments of USS FEYNMAN and SILVER Fleet. Bat being a good, | |||
albeit not exactly polite, host had stayed until the majority had left. | |||
No point in letting his junior staff get swamped and there was always the | |||
hope that one of the slimey reporters would have tried something | |||
inappriorate with one of his servers and he would get to forcibly eject | |||
someone. Unfortunately they had behaved themselves and Bat had had to | |||
amuse himself with some well placed insults. It just wasn't the same as | |||
tossing some out the doors. | |||
But the reporters gone he quickly raced towards his meeting with | |||
some trout. It never occured to him that since he was two hours late | |||
someone else might have decided to take advantage of an open holodeck. | |||
Even when he strode through the doors and came upon a wilderness scene | |||
that he had not programmed he did not take notice. There was a river just | |||
down the hill and all he knew was river equals fish. Feeling much better | |||
that he was actually here he began to hum his trademark tune. | |||
Thirty minutes later the now happy bartender was waist deep in | |||
water and concentrating on a small school of fish. It wasn't until the | |||
dark shadow past over him and began to hover that he realized something | |||
was wrong. Bat had always been a voracious reader and while science | |||
fiction was his genre of choice he had read enough fantasy to know a | |||
dragon when he saw it, especially one that was about to spew flames. With | |||
not even a second to spare the ex-security officer and soon to be tasty | |||
morsel dropped to the river bed and pushed off with all his might. There | |||
could only be one culprit and as he broke the surface and gasped for air | |||
he screamed one word. "Krysa!!" | |||
<<<NRPG>>> | |||
Can't let you guys have all the fun. | |||
Respectfully,<br> | |||
Andy<br> | |||
-Commander 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: The New Mission</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Mike Dawe 9-27-1996</h4> | |||
SD: 80927 | |||
The Feynman Captain was swiftly admitted to the Admirals office. He | |||
had received the notice about the third ship loss the day before and was not | |||
surprised to see a haggard Nicholas banging on a PADD while yelling orders | |||
into a comm. | |||
"Look, do what you can but I need facilities for the survivors. Get | |||
McDaniels and company to pull their heads out of the clouds and set up a | |||
very large triage and emergency shelter. I need a second team to be ready | |||
to lift to recover the Tesla pods." | |||
[Lift in what?] | |||
"You tell me. With the Falcon out rescuing the Regent we need a | |||
ship to take them there. It will have to be large enough . . . " he waved | |||
for the Captain to sit. "to carry the emergency crews and a full rescue team | |||
to see if anything survived on planet." | |||
[Is that all?] | |||
"Don't get smart, just find me a big ship." He closed the channel | |||
and turned to find the Captain smiling and deep in thought. | |||
"Hrrmph, well then I received your reports and I think your mission | |||
went even better than I might have hoped. We have managed to push the Greys | |||
back and you made some inroads in the Pirate situation. Well done Captain." | |||
"I think we may have also done something else . . . we might be able | |||
to solve your transportation problem." Zane nodded. | |||
"No, the Feynman has a mission that cannot wait for you to ferry the | |||
rescue teams." | |||
"I was not referring to the Feynman but the 'prize' we brought back | |||
with us." | |||
The Admirals eyes widened at the audacity of the suggestion. | |||
Actually two prizes had been brought back but only one would qualify for the | |||
job ahead. "Your suggesting we send a vessel whose capabilities we do not | |||
even know out on a rescue operation?" | |||
"The Husnock vessel is large enough and ven has an auditorium that | |||
could double as a triage staging base. I have had a skeleton crew working | |||
it who could be put on detached duty until your crews are more familiar with | |||
the ship. But I will insist upon keeping my command staff." | |||
The Admiral snorted. "Afraid I'll steal them away?" | |||
"Word gets around." | |||
"As it should. OK. So we take your crew, a chancy vessel and send | |||
it to the site of the Tesla destruction. Want to know where you will be in | |||
the meantime? I expected you might. You also heard about the destruction | |||
of the Serapis? Her logs have been recovered from the emergency buoy and | |||
this was what they showed. . . " | |||
Cut to the view of a standard starship running smoothly. Then from | |||
behind it came. | |||
The dark ship came swiftly into view and showed incredible | |||
maneuverability as it made the first pass past the Serapis. Before shields | |||
could be raised or even before the bridge crew could react a series of | |||
blasts raked the hull of the vessel. All hails ignored the second pass was | |||
even more devastating than the first and power losses crippled the ability | |||
of the federation ship to mount any sort of defence, let alone anything even | |||
resembling a counter attack. | |||
Zane listened to the damage reports with an air of fatality. He | |||
knew what the reports would say, he could feel the ship dying bebeath him. | |||
With a heavy heart he ordered the evacuation of the ship. Life pods started | |||
to eject from the crippled vessel and jet off into the endless night. Some | |||
were intercepted and destroyed by the malevolent ship while others escaped | |||
its notice. It seemed to be scanning each as it could before firing or | |||
letting them pass. A blue beam enveloped the dying Serapis, another deep | |||
scan. It was looking for something. Moment later the third volley from the | |||
ship fininshed the job and the once proud member of the Silver fleet was an | |||
expanding cloud of debris . . . nothing more. | |||
The log ended and the room was silent for a moment. "I don't | |||
recognize the ship." Zane ventured. | |||
"Nobody has, yet. I want you to take your ship out and do a | |||
detailed forensic scan of the debris field. We need information. That ship | |||
looked like it was looking for something, it was viscious and direct. I | |||
want to know if we have a new border to defend or if this was a one time | |||
occurance. Now hear this and hear it good, Captain. You are investigating, | |||
you may follow up any leads but do not, DO NOT engage any vessels. The | |||
Feynman is not a warship, but its sensor suite makes it perfect as a | |||
investigations ship. Questions?" | |||
Of course there were many, on both sides and the meeting went on for | |||
hours. The Admiral briefed Zane on what the Serapis mission had been and | |||
took details on the Husnock vessel. Orders were sent out for the transfer | |||
of personel and the Husnock vessel was clear before the meeting even ended. | |||
<<<nrpg>>> | |||
Right, that tags one thread for future reference and starts a new one. Zane | |||
(Andy) will be getting the serapis mission under a seperate cover and will | |||
trim it to fit what he tells you (his choice, its the only way to keep a | |||
mutinous crew in line) | |||
mike--->tying threads together | |||
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;">NRPG: USS FEYNMAN: Holidays</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Kristen Gant 9-27-1996</h4> | |||
>Well, it could be an interesting experience..... Let's give it a try.<br> | |||
>Donna, want to come too? I hear that Epsilon could use another coat of<br> | |||
>paint (on second thoughts, that J.C.'s job, using a toothbrush if I recall),<br> | |||
>so we'll just brighten up the Feynman. Do you think the Romulans would run<br> | |||
>if they saw a bright red ship?<br> | |||
Gee we shoulda done this while Andy was off-line. He might not let us now :) | |||
Kristen<br> | |||
<br> | |||
<nowiki>------------------------------------</nowiki><br> | |||
Kris & Scott Gant<br> | |||
http://homepage.interaccess.com/~sgant/gant.htm<br> | |||
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">NRPG: USS FEYNMAN: Holidays</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by | |||
Andrew Catterick 9-27-1996</h4> | |||
> Gee we shoulda done this while Andy was off-line. He might not let us now :)<br> | |||
><br> | |||
I just want you all to know that I'm reading up on the regs and | |||
<nowiki>*punishments*</nowiki> of mutinous crew....some thing long and painful is probably | |||
most appropriate! | |||
Andy-->Thinking the pirate mission went to your heads | |||
-Commander 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;">NRPG: USS FEYNMAN: Holidays</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Kristen Gant 9-27-1996</h4> | |||
At 09:16 AM 9/27/96 -0400, Andy wrote:<br> | |||
>><br> | |||
>> Gee we shoulda done this while Andy was off-line. He might not let us now :)<br> | |||
>><br> | |||
> I just want you all to know that I'm reading up on the regs and<br> | |||
>*punishments* of mutinious crew....some thing long and painful is probably<br> | |||
>most appriorate!<br> | |||
><br> | |||
>Andy-->Thinking the pirate mission went to your heads<br> | |||
Mutiny?? Us ?? Never Andy. We just wanna have a little fun :) | |||
Kristen<br> | |||
<nowiki>------------------------------------</nowiki><br> | |||
Kris & Scott Gant<br> | |||
http://homepage.interaccess.com/~sgant/gant.htm<br> | |||
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">NRPG: USS FEYNMAN: Holidays</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Michael "Mike" Dailey 9-27-1996</h4> | |||
Andy wrote:<br> | |||
><br> | |||
> > Gee we shoulda done this while Andy was off-line. He might not let us now :)<br> | |||
> ><br> | |||
> I just want you all to know that I'm reading up on the regs and<br> | |||
> *punishments* of mutinous crew....some thing long and painful is probably<br> | |||
> most appropriate!<br> | |||
> | |||
> Andy-->Thinking the pirate mission went to your heads | |||
argh, argh, argh, Aye, matie. Thot it has. Now, where's me Rapier. | |||
Cheers!<br> | |||
Sir Francis Drake, er, I mean Mike :P<br> | |||
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: All In A Day's Work</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Michael "Mike" Dailey 9-27-1996</h4> | |||
SD: 80927.2200<br> | |||
MD: -000001.00 (or something like that)<br> | |||
SCENE: Security Section, J.C.'s office.<br> | |||
Breathing a sigh of relief, J.C. hit the enter key, for the last time. | |||
Gripping the edge of the desk, he gave a slight push to send himself and | |||
his chair rolling away from the desk. Standing up, he stretched the | |||
muscles that had been inactive for the last five hours while he replied | |||
to his mail, reviewed 119 logs, 14 incident reports, 3 inventory reports | |||
from the armory, 9 crew evaluations, 4 crewmen put on report by their | |||
NCO's. Those he sent to Cdr. Maril, who would either deal with them, or | |||
send them to the Captain's Mast. At least ALL the paperwork in Security | |||
was 100% up to date. Now they were ready for the challenge of whatever | |||
mission VADM Nicholas would send them on. | |||
J.C. headed out of the office, passing the watch officer's desk, | |||
manned by PO3 Micah Hicks and Cadet Hensley. "Good night, gentlemen. You | |||
should have a...", but the CSO stopped, for the two were not watching | |||
the monitors and status boards, but a portable holo-vid unit on the side | |||
desk. As soon as he said something, they snapped around, stunned and | |||
mouths hanging open. | |||
"Attention on DECK!", J.C. raised his voice, not to a shout, but | |||
loud enough to make the point. He slowly moved around the desk. | |||
Hicks started to speak up, "Mr. Allard, we.." | |||
"Belay that, Hicks! You're at attention. Yes, we are docked. Yes, | |||
there's little chance anything will happen while we're here at EPSILON, | |||
but this post in manned for a reason, Mr. Hicks." J.C. slid down the top | |||
on the holo-vid unit, turning it off and closing it. | |||
"I know that, Sir.", said Hicks. Hensley, standing rigid, said nothing. | |||
"I'm not sure you do. Everyone from the Captain to the other security | |||
officers on patrol count on you to provide instant information in an | |||
emergency. You think we're safe, here at S.B.E. Well, anything could | |||
happen. Remember the Borg incident back in 2367. That could happen here, | |||
to. We're not exactly in home system. Anything could happen in space. | |||
And on a starship, anyone and everyone's lives could depend on anyone at | |||
any time." J.C. moved the holo-vid unit over, and sat on the edge of the | |||
desk. He turned to face Cadet Shane Hensley. | |||
"Cadet, I'm disappointed in you. But more so in you, Mr. Hicks. In any | |||
chain of command, the senior officer or NCO is ALWAYS responsible for | |||
the actions of those under his command. When they mess up, he messes up. | |||
And that person should definitely set a good example. At ease, you may | |||
speak." J.C. folded his arms. | |||
Hensley looked over to Micah Hicks. Hicks spoke up, "Sir, we were | |||
docked, it's almost ship's 'night', and we though viewing the holo-vid | |||
the Cadet had purchased at EPSILON wouldn't be of any harm. I had just | |||
logged the check-ins from all patrols, and checked in myself with the | |||
bridge." J.C. had seen a brief glimpse of the holo-vid before he had | |||
shut it off. He had not see anything that exotic since that weekend | |||
after graduation they guys spent on Risa. Cadet Hensley cleared his | |||
throat, and softly spoke up,"Sir. I'm sorry. I..." | |||
"I know what time it is, and I know your reasons, but that offers no | |||
excuse. Cadet, you're relieved for the rest of your shift. Rest up, | |||
tomorrow you'll be inventorying the armory, by yourself. I won't put | |||
anything in your record, as I said, Mr. Hicks was responsible for your | |||
actions. Consider this a learning experience, Shane. Dismissed." | |||
"Yes, Sir. I mean Aye, Sir." he fled out of the room. | |||
<nowiki>*Gosh, I didn't mean to terrorize the poor kid*</nowiki> J.C. turned to Micah. | |||
"And you, Micah. You've been on the FEYNMAN for 5 months. You should | |||
know the regs. by now, regardless if we're docked or not. You're on | |||
report. My compliments will go to Cdr. Maril, then it's up to him. | |||
Micah, I expect better from now on." | |||
"Aye, Sir. Again, I apologize". J.C. nodded, then left. Well, so much | |||
for a quiet night. | |||
~~SNIP~~ | |||
SCENE: Commerce Deck, S.B.E. | |||
After an overstuffed dinner of spicy chicken and rice, J.C. tried to | |||
walk the bloated feeling off. Around the corner, he came to one of the | |||
Holodeck centers. Number 3 was empty, and Justin had an interesting idea | |||
to try. "Computer, new program. Access all information on John Hawkins | |||
and Francis Drake from earth's 17th century. Two wooden frigates. Create | |||
crews on each, cross reference the FEYNMAN'S roster. I will command the | |||
British ship, Defiant. Use the security dept. roster as my crew as | |||
British Naval Officers. Use the FEYNMAN senior staff to crew the PIRATE | |||
ship. I'll need a Rapier as my weapon." J.C. smiled to himself. Ever | |||
since their 'covert' pirate mission, he'd been fascinated with 16th and | |||
17th century earth piracy. | |||
"Program ready, enter when ready.", droned the different voice of | |||
EPSILON'S computer. This was going to be fun. He approached the doors, | |||
they swooshed open. J.C. stopped. "Oh, also computer, make me an | |||
Admiral..." | |||
Submitted,<br> | |||
Mike Dailey<br> | |||
Splatter2@qtm.net<br> | |||
Ensign J.C. Allard SEC-TAC - USS FEYNMAN - SILVER FLEET<br> | |||
Lieutenant D'doj Zzawj Ckorji, MD - CMO - USS CONSTITUTION - INDIGO<br> | |||
<nowiki>******** | |||
* NRPG * | |||
********</nowiki> | |||
Hmm.... See how KIND and UNDERSTANDING J.C. is when his people mess | |||
up. <G> Gosh, maybe he should double as assistant Counselor. <BG> | |||
Ready for the continuing voyages of the USS FEYNMAN. and so on... | |||
Cheers!<br> | |||
Mike (the pirate at heart)<br> | |||
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Holosetup (The Meeting)</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Jason Bostjancic 9-27-1996</h4> | |||
The holodeck project had kept Tarrant busy | |||
during most of his free time. (At least that which | |||
he spent between the Feynman and the Husnock ship.) | |||
Cmdr. Zane had told him that it was his turn create the | |||
setting for their next big meeting. Many ideas ran through | |||
the CEO's mind as prospective locations... eventually | |||
though he decided to stick with an Earth theme. After a | |||
little research his choice was easily made. | |||
"Computer.. run program Tarrant Alpha One"<br> | |||
<Program is already in progress><br> | |||
Tarrant was surprised. Who could be playing around with | |||
his program. But all attempts at finding out were thwarted. | |||
Finally he gave up and entered. | |||
The 'public bath' was a fairly small structure, lit by torches. | |||
White pillars, adorned with magnificent sculpted art, separated | |||
assorted stalls where the command crew would change into the | |||
appropriate garb. Entering one would automatically replicate the | |||
outfit for the person. As an added touch he had the room | |||
adorned with busts of the command crew. | |||
"And now..." said Tarrant to nobody in particular as | |||
he stepped into a stall, "the final test." | |||
The small door behind him shut and made a particularly | |||
unpleasant locking sound. The white robe and accessories | |||
replicated themselves on a hook. But when Tarrant attempted | |||
to figure out how the items were to be worn he found it was quite | |||
a mystery, and would probably be so to his guests. | |||
"Computer, provide a holographic image of each stall's current | |||
occupant as they enter, approx 1/3 actual size, wearing garments | |||
exact to those replicated." | |||
The image of himself emerged wearing the outfit. | |||
"Computer, have it rotate on a z-axis, 0.2 radians per second." | |||
The image began turning, and gave a perfect view of how | |||
the belt, toga, and headpiece were to be worn. Along with | |||
the optional short sword. | |||
As soon as the outfit was complete the door behind him | |||
unlocked and opened, revealing brilliant sunlight. | |||
As he walked out, Tarrant found himself surrounded by cheers | |||
as thousands of people looked down at him from the colosseum's | |||
seats. The 'theator' had no roof, as white pillars formed the circle | |||
around which the seats were placed, allowing a great view of the | |||
center oval which was primarily dirt. | |||
A line of horses were lined up to the left with attachments behind them. | |||
A pair walked up to his location, pulling what the computer had | |||
called a chariot. As he was examining the rather dangerous | |||
contraption a figure rose in the stands and quieted the masses. | |||
Looking up, Tarrant tried to figure why they were so quiet. A | |||
growl from a newly opened door signaled why. Two great tigers | |||
emerged, blinded temporarily by the sunlight. They were absolutely | |||
huge, over twice the size of a normal man. What's worse, Tarrant | |||
hadn't programed them. | |||
All faces were turned towards what was obviously the emperor's box. | |||
As they waited the command. | |||
"RIDE... or DIE!" shouted the figure in a particularly | |||
familiar voice. | |||
"Um.. computer? Are the holodeck safties..." he didn't finish. | |||
One of the cats spotted Tarrant and began leaping toward him. | |||
Causing the second to follow. Quickly, the CEO jumped on to the | |||
chariot, grabbed the reins, and rushed off. The tigers were in close | |||
pursuit, and the crowd cheered.. | |||
Twice around the circle he went before yet another door opened. | |||
Tarrant barely maneuvered the chariot into the right direction | |||
as the tigers lept around him, always barely missing. He had just | |||
entered when the stone mass slammed shut, barely stopping the | |||
great cats. | |||
"Welcome Citizen Koreth." The greeting was echoed in | |||
unison by a woman and man who both seemed to be wearing | |||
'smaller' versions of his toga. "Congratulations on your win." | |||
Tarrant finally caught his breath, as a voice started laughing | |||
uncontrollably from further in the chamber. | |||
"Win? That's not what I call it, it was luck!" Said Bat between | |||
chuckles as he emerged. "Computer.. Lights, 80%" | |||
"You.. how did... nevermind." The CEO knew the old bartender | |||
was good, but was surprised that he was already there. | |||
The same white pillar setting made up the room, with | |||
a huge stone table and chairs in the center. In fact, Bat had | |||
already set up his buffet with some rather unusual items. One | |||
of which he picked up and handed to Tarrant, | |||
"It's a gyro, Mr. Koreth. It was the best I could do on Greek | |||
cuisine on such short notice." he motioned to a flight of | |||
steps which Tarrant hadn't included originally. "I made a few | |||
little additions." | |||
Tarrant followed the old bartender up and found himself in | |||
a private box in the stands. The view was perfect. And in | |||
the same location as the voice from earlier. | |||
"Oh, and as far as the computer knows, I am the | |||
emperor," Bat smirked then shouted, "RIDE.. or DIE!" | |||
<NRPG> | |||
A little different than our usual, a little more 'interactive'. | |||
Remember, your CEO will make sure that the crew will | |||
have little chance to just voice edit the scenario.. | |||
(Then again Zane does have over-ride access ;) ) | |||
The safeties *are* on. And the two 'receptionists' | |||
will take those who make it to Bat's private box | |||
where all can wait and watch <G> | |||
Have fun.<br> | |||
Respectfully,<br> | |||
Jason<br> | |||
Commander Tirrin Vorak - XO - USS CAESAR AUGUSTUS<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: Dragon-Bait</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Kristen Gant 9-28-1996</h4> | |||
Stardate: 80928.0017<br> | |||
Scene: Krysa's Holodeck Program<br> | |||
>Thirty minutes later the now happy bartender was waist deep in water<br> | |||
>and concentrating on a small school of fish. It wasn't until the<br> | |||
>dark shadow past over him and began to hover that he realized<br> | |||
>something was wrong. Bat had always been a voracious reader and<br> | |||
>while science fiction was his genre of choice he had read enough<br> | |||
>fantasy to know a dragon when he saw it, especially one that was<br> | |||
>about to spew flames. With not even a second to spare the<br> | |||
>ex-security officer and soon to be tasty morsel dropped to the river<br> | |||
>bed and pushed off with all his might. There could only be one<br> | |||
>culprit and as he broke the surface and gasped for air he screamed<br> | |||
>one word. "Krysa!!"<br> | |||
The dragon, who had been licking his lips at the juicy tidbit in | |||
front of him stopped at the sound of the human's voice. <nowiki><What did you | |||
say?></nowiki> | |||
Bat froze, "Help! I hear you .. Where are you? Why don't you come out | |||
and help me?" | |||
The dragon splashed down in the water beside the confused man | |||
splashing water on the shore soaking the dry sandy bank. <nowiki><I am out. | |||
Who are you?></nowiki> | |||
Bat looked at the Midnight blue dragon eyeing him. "Are <nowiki>*you*</nowiki> talking | |||
to *me*?" | |||
<nowiki><Do you see anyone else around?></nowiki> | |||
Bat was tempted to look around then thought better of it not wanting | |||
to take his eye of the dragon who could probably swallow him whole. | |||
"I guess not. I thought you were going to eat me." | |||
<nowiki><I was.></nowiki> said the dragon matter-of-factly. Bat swallowed hard almost | |||
afraid to ask why the dragon had suddenly changed his mind. <nowiki><But I | |||
thought I heard you call a name. Did you?></nowiki> | |||
"Well, yes I did. I called out 'Krysa'." | |||
<nowiki><Do you know her?></nowiki> | |||
"I .." Bat paused wondering if knowing Krysa was a good thing or not | |||
from them dragon's point of view. "I did. I was just out doing some | |||
fishing to relax and .." | |||
<nowiki><Hrmph! I suppose if you are a friend of Krysa's I shouldn't eat | |||
you.></nowiki> | |||
"Oh, I am definitely a friend." Bat said quickly agreeing that the | |||
dragon shouldn't eat him. | |||
<nowiki><Very well, I won't eat you this time. But you human's have got to | |||
learn to stay where it's safe or you may very well get eaten. Some | |||
dragon's wouldn't care that you were a friend of Makayla's pet.></nowiki> With | |||
that the large dragon launched himself into the air, leaving Bat to | |||
contemplate his words. | |||
**** | |||
Onta and Krysa were heading toward their respective dragon's when the | |||
computer voice chimed. <nowiki><All senior staff to the Observation Lounge.></nowiki> | |||
Krysa sighed, "And I was just beginning to enjoy this." | |||
Onta chuckled. "Duty calls." | |||
Nodding, Krysa said, "Computer, save program and end." | |||
<nowiki><Program saved. Are you sure you wish to end the program?></nowiki> | |||
"Yes." | |||
The landscape vanished, replaced by the black and yellow grid of the | |||
holodeck. Krysa and Onta turned and their eyes widened in surprise to | |||
see a dripping wet Bat standing looking foul-tempered. | |||
"Bat? What are you doing here?" Krysa asked. | |||
"I was going to do a bit of fishing. But it turned out the bait was | |||
me! Dragon-bait!!" | |||
Krysa chuckled. "Don't worry, Bat, all the safeties are on. You | |||
wouldn't have been hurt." | |||
Bat hrmphed. "I just wanted a little quiet fishing to relax." | |||
"Well you picked the wrong holodeck, my friend," said Krysa, her eyes | |||
lit with the humor of the situation. She finally couldn't stop | |||
herself and the laughter came bubbling out of her. Soon Onta was | |||
laughing along and within a short time, even the soaked Bat couldn't | |||
help himself. | |||
Regards,<br> | |||
Lt. Krysa Jenn<br> | |||
<nowiki>****</nowiki> | |||
NRPG: Well that was fun :}<br> | |||
Kristen<br> | |||
--<br> | |||
Kristen & Scott Gant<br> | |||
http://homepage/interaccess.com/~sgant/scott.htm<br> | |||
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: The Beginning</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by | |||
Andrew Catterick 9-28-1996</h4> | |||
SD: 80927.2359<br> | |||
Scene: Bridge<br> | |||
Exiting the turbolift Zane strode across the bridge. The OD, | |||
noticing the Captain quickly stood. "Captain on the bridge!" | |||
"As you were." Zane replied successfully keeping a straight face. | |||
First time ODs were always good for his ego. The Captain was not one to | |||
overdo some of the military traditions such as this one but it was nice, | |||
once and awhile. "Report." | |||
"Sir. We are currently secure in spacedock, all | |||
systems online, all systems green." | |||
"Crew status?" Zane asked glancing over the PADD the young Ensign | |||
had handed him. | |||
"We are at standby 24. 93% of FEYNMAN's complement are on the | |||
ship. Shall I recall the rest sir?" | |||
"Affirmative. We sail in four hours. I'll be in my ready-room." | |||
"Aye aye sir." Huret replied before quickly turning and issuing | |||
orders to the TAC station officer. | |||
"Computer ship wide." Zane said as he entered into his | |||
ready-room. A simple chime acknowledged the order. "Attention all hands | |||
this is the Captain. Our orders have us shipping out almost immediately. | |||
I hate to have to cut your well deserved leave but I know I can count on | |||
all of you to perform your duties to the best of your abilities. All | |||
senior staff report to holodeck 3 in 2 hours for prelaunch briefing. | |||
Zane out." | |||
Settling down into his chair he hit his commbadge. "Zane to | |||
Koreth." | |||
"Koreth here. Holodeck briefing?" | |||
"Yes Lieutenent. I'm sorry to limit your set up but we are | |||
rather pressed for time." | |||
"No problem sir. It's ready to go." | |||
"Excellent. I look forward to it. Zane out." | |||
Turning to his computer he began to call up all the information he | |||
could on the region the FEYNMAN would soon be dashing towards. | |||
<<<NRPG>>> | |||
6 hours of inlaws equals headache and bedtime! | |||
Respectfully,<br> | |||
Andy<br> | |||
-Commander 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: Damsel In Distress</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Kristen Gant 9-29-1996</h4> | |||
Stardate: 80929.1429<br> | |||
Scene: Holodeck three<br> | |||
Krysa entered the Holodeck carefully. She'd been through enough of | |||
these holodeck briefings now to know how dangerous they could be. | |||
She found herself in a Roman Bath with several stalls, which Krysa | |||
knew were for changing. She stepped into one and was immediately | |||
confronted with a rectangle of dark burgundy woven light-weight wool, | |||
measuring about six feet in width. Krysa had no idea what to do with | |||
this, and stood looking at it for a moment. | |||
She noticed the holographic image rotating above her head, but was | |||
still a bit confused as to how to make the material hanging in front | |||
of her look like the holographic image above her. | |||
"Computer, could you create someone to help me with this, please." | |||
A holographic figure appeared, wrapped in a similar piece of | |||
material, though hers was an off-white color. "Would you like some | |||
assistance?" | |||
Krysa grinned, "Yes, please." | |||
After undressing, Krysa allowed the holographic costumer to begin | |||
wrapping the material as it should be done. The holographic woman, | |||
started by wrapping the fabric around Krysa with the excess material | |||
folded over the top. She then pinned both shoulders, with large | |||
decorative brooches and allowed the excess material to fall free, | |||
giving the impression of a short cape. | |||
The costume was remarkably comfortable and Krysa spun as she looked | |||
in the mirror, admiring the reflection as the fabric moved gracefully | |||
with her. "They sure knew how do dress, didn't they," She whispered | |||
to herself, with a grin. | |||
The holographic dresser handed her a comb which matched the brooches | |||
on her shoulders and helped her to sweep her dark hair up leaving | |||
soft ringlets hanging on her forehead and the sides of her face. | |||
**** | |||
Bat, who was standing still laughing with Lt. Koreth, was approached | |||
by a holographic slave, who whispered something in his ear. | |||
"Oh good," he grinned. "If you'll excuse me, I have a special | |||
surprise." | |||
Koreth and the others looked at him in confusion the turned to watch | |||
toward the door far below their box, to see what surprise Bat had in | |||
store for them. | |||
*** | |||
Krysa stepped out of the dressing room and into the bright sunshine, | |||
which surprised her since she was expecting to end up back in the | |||
bath. As she took a step forward there were cheers. Krysa put her | |||
hand above her eyes to block the sun a bit so she could see the | |||
crowd in the seats around her. | |||
Krysa heard a sound behind her and turned to see an ornate chariot | |||
pull up beside her, with a familiar looking emperor driving it. "Your | |||
chariot, m'lady." said Bat as he | |||
reached out his hand to her. | |||
She looked at him warily, "I don't know, Bat. Depends on how mad you | |||
are about the dragon." | |||
"Me? Angry? I could never be angry at you, my dear," he said with a | |||
grin. | |||
Krysa sighed and took his hand, "I guess I haven't much choice." | |||
Bat merely looked at her, not giving her a clue one way or the other | |||
what he had in mind. She stepped onto the chariot and the crowd | |||
roared louder. Bat drove the chariot at a leisurely pace once around | |||
the coliseum Then pulled up to the center where there were two Guards | |||
dressed in Armor who reached out and pulled Krysa off the chariot. | |||
"Bat!" she squealed. | |||
"Nothing personal, Krysa." He said with a grin. "But it appears that | |||
this game needed a damsel in distress." | |||
"What is going on?" she cried. | |||
"Well, you see, whoever is the next officer out of that door, will | |||
have to save you." | |||
"Save me? From what?" | |||
Bat motioned behind her and she looked to see to incredibly huge | |||
tigers in an iron cage. Each licking his lips. Krysa's eyes widened | |||
and her jaw dropped. She struggled a bit as the two guards pulled her | |||
to a tall post tying her tightly to it. | |||
"Bat!!" she screamed again, as the two guards hopped on the chariot | |||
with Bat and he pulled away leaving her tied to a post facing two | |||
drooling, extremely large toothed tigers. She held her breath as the | |||
door opened revealing the next officer. Her eyes were drawn from the | |||
door to the tigers cage where the iron gate was swinging open. | |||
"BAT!!" She screamed again. | |||
Regards,<br> | |||
Lt. Krysa Jenn.<br> | |||
<nowiki>****</nowiki><br> | |||
NRPG: Okay guys. Here's your chance to get rid of Krysa if you are | |||
really that scared of her :} I guess, Koreth, Meleah, and JC are all | |||
in Bat's box. So that leaves them out of being able to save her. So | |||
. who's next :} | |||
Kristen<br> | |||
--<br> | |||
Kristen & Scott Gant<br> | |||
http://homepage/interaccess.com/~sgant/scott.htm<br> | |||
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Briefing. (Part I)</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by | |||
Andrew Catterick 9-29-1996</h4> | |||
SD: 80929.1300 | |||
MD: 1.1400 | |||
Scene: Holodeck 3 | |||
Zane entered into the holodeck with great anticipation. As usual | |||
the promise of another mission had his adrenalin flowing, moreso now | |||
as he headed for the pre-lift meeting. But even more than that he looked | |||
forward to finding out what was behind these doors. The holodeck | |||
briefings were one of the things he loved most about this ship. What | |||
would Tarrant have created? The Klingon Council Chamber? Something | |||
Husnock in origin? The doors parted and he found, once again, he was not | |||
dissappointed. He took a few moments to look around the room admiringly. | |||
It was definitly ancient Earth, one of the mediterrean cultures. Roman or | |||
Greek he was not sure. One had 'borrowed' much from the other so at this | |||
point, for Zane anyways, it was hard to tell. Looking over longingly at | |||
the baths he realized this was a telltale clue but the answer still | |||
escaped him. No matter. He was not here on a archeological survey he was | |||
here to conduct a meeting and if he didn't hurray up he'd be late. | |||
Spying a large bust that looked suspiciously like himself he | |||
strode down towards it and entered the small cubicle behind it. | |||
Immediately a holographic image of him appeared modelling the garb that | |||
was hanging in the room. It didn't look very flattering. "Computer | |||
display other clothing options of this time period." Several different | |||
'costumes' quickly cycled through Zane's smaller image. "There!" He said | |||
suddenly. "Change clothing to that one." | |||
His change complete and the small cubicle behind him the captain | |||
strode out of the dark room into the sunlight and growing noise ahead of | |||
him. In seconds he was standing on a display platform overlooking a | |||
large stone coliseaum. As the sunlight reflected off his bronze | |||
breastplate and short sword dangling at his side the crowd took note of | |||
him and began to cheer again. It was a few moments before he could | |||
understand what it was they shrieked. "RIDE OR DIE!.....RIDE OR DIE!" | |||
Looking down onto the surface he noted the chariots pointed towards the | |||
other side of the coliseum. It seemed that the officers who had proceeded | |||
him had left a great deal of carnage behind them including a lion with a | |||
sword stuck between its eyes. He winced at the sight feeling a momentary | |||
twinge of dismay for the holographic cat. | |||
Colliseum. Lions. It all finally clicked together. This was | |||
Rome! A quick scan of the crowds confirmed his realization as he found | |||
the emporer's box. There was something about him that was familiar but at | |||
this distance he was unable to decipher just what it was. Before he could | |||
come to any decision the crowd's mood began to change and he realized they | |||
were booing him. Seconds later two very large soldiers wearing the same | |||
clothing as him approached. One of them gestured towards the chariots | |||
while the other drew his sword. It was obvious they would brook no | |||
argument. *This must be the die part of the equation.* Zane thought as | |||
he smiled pleasantly at the approaching neandrathal guards who had now | |||
both drawn their swords. The crowds jeers had become even louder. Not | |||
one to be booed or face two Roman centurions Zane quickly climbed down the | |||
steps towards the chariots. Instantly the crowd was cheering again. | |||
Climbing aboard the chariot he too the reins in his hands and gave | |||
the chariot a quick once over. He had never ridden (driven?) anything | |||
like this before and while he was a little nervous he was more excited. | |||
Simultaneouly the crowd became uncharacteristically quiet and the horses | |||
began to fidget and neigh nervously. Before Zane could decide what had | |||
caused this reaction the horses bolted and Zane found himself face | |||
down in the dirt being dragged along the track. The crowd went wild! | |||
Dragged along the dirt track flaying wildly from side to | |||
side made the captain think of one thing, *Thank-God I changed into that | |||
breastplate!* By now the toga would have been ripped to shreds and his | |||
skin would have quickly followed. Using every last ounce of his strength | |||
he slowly pulled himself up on to the chariot and regained control. But | |||
by now the cause of the horse's inital spook was clear. Some maniac had | |||
let lions into the ring. As he deftly ducked under a lunge from the | |||
biggest cat he had ever seen he moved to direct the horses towards the | |||
newly open gate. The crowd's chant of ride or die becoming all to clear. | |||
With scant seconds to spare the porticullis dropped behind him as he | |||
reached the safety of the other side. Quite pleased with himself Zane | |||
handed the reins to a nearby holographic guard who seemed quite bored with | |||
the entire escapade. It would have been more interesting if the rider | |||
had fallen and the lions had got him. Saying nothing he pointed towards | |||
some stairs and Zane headed off. | |||
A blast of trumpets announced his arrival and the two centurions | |||
at the entrance way slapped a fist against their breastplates in salute. | |||
Zane returned the gesture glad that the ordeal over. Spying the main | |||
body of FEYNMAN officers over by what appeared to be the buffet table he | |||
moved to join them. "Ahh Mr. Koreth an excellent holo! Most | |||
exhilerating." | |||
"Thank you Captain. I'd thought you'd enjoy it. You should | |||
probably pay your respects to the emporer. Apparently I was very literal | |||
in my programming and the centurian's get a little antsy about things like | |||
that." | |||
"My pleasure. Keeps it all in character." He turned and headed | |||
toward the box where the Emporer was still watching the games. | |||
Stopping at a respectful distance he waited while he was | |||
announced. An uncaring wave and he approached. | |||
"Quite a ride General. I was most surprised." | |||
Rising from his bow Zane spoke. "Thank you your....Oh God!! | |||
Emporer Bat? Now I've seen everything." | |||
The bartender turned emporer waved down an approaching guard who | |||
had been ready to cut down the fool who would be disrespectful to his | |||
emporer. | |||
"Careful general. My boys here are very loyal and we haven't had a | |||
good killing all day." He tilted his head and allowed the slave girl to | |||
feed him some grapes. "Quite a holoprogram isn't it? I think I'll head | |||
back here when I get sometime. Your dressed for the part, wanna invade | |||
Gaul? Oh by the way its Bat the First: Conquerer of the World." | |||
Zane rolled his eyes. "Even you could come up with a better title | |||
that that one. Of course Bat the First, Dragonslayer probably wouldn't | |||
work either." | |||
"Your second officer has a big mouth!" The emporer fumed. | |||
"Not really. She just likes to share a good joke." | |||
"Well this time I got the last laugh." He replied smugly. | |||
"Meaning?" | |||
"I'll let her fill you in on that." | |||
<<<NRPG>>> | |||
Where's Charlton Heston when you need him! | |||
Respectfully,<br> | |||
Andy<br> | |||
-Commander 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: Watching the Field</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Kristen Gant 9-30-1996</h4> | |||
Stardate: 80930.1436<br> | |||
Scene: Holodeck Briefing<br> | |||
As Jerran stopped the chariot in front of the VIP boxes, both | |||
officers hopped out and went to take their places next to Meleah and | |||
Allard. Krysa gave Bat an evil look as she passed by him sitting in | |||
his "Emperor's" throne laughing his head off. | |||
"I only hope the food makes up for this," Krysa said loud enough for | |||
their esteemed emperor to hear, "Otherwise there may have to be more | |||
pay back." She moved to the buffet table, always more then eager to | |||
see what wonderful treats Bat had in store for them. | |||
Bat continued to laugh merrily. | |||
There was a trumpet sounding and Krysa and Terri headed to stand at | |||
the balcony with Meleah and Allard to watch the next officer. It | |||
turned out to be the captain. The crowd was booing and the senior | |||
officers watching from the stands booed along with them until Zane | |||
stepped into his chariot. | |||
As the crowd watched the antics on the field, Krysa munched happily | |||
on wedges of pita bread dipped in Tzatziki, a delightful paste of | |||
cucumbers and garlic. As she was moving on to the antipasti bar, Zane | |||
had made it through the course and was paying his respects to | |||
'Emperor Bat'. He moved toward the buffet table and stood next to | |||
the woman. | |||
Krysa looked up at him. "I like your breast plate," she said with a | |||
giggle. | |||
Zane looked down at his beaten and battered breast plate, "Yes, it | |||
did take a beating." He looked at her, "You appeared to have come | |||
through unscathed." | |||
"HA!" said Krysa, "No thanks to that Bartender turned emperor over | |||
there." | |||
Zane grinned, "I heard he had the last laugh." | |||
Krysa chuckled, "Maybe, but this is far from over, I promise you." | |||
"Doctor! The chariot!" someone yelled over the crowd. Krysa and Zane | |||
both grinned and moved over to watch Glin'kharr ride in. | |||
They all cheered as the Doctor made an ungraceful entrance. But | |||
Glin'kharr looked quite happy, "Nnnng, a fine way to build an | |||
appetite!" he declared, adjusting glasses twisted in the fray. | |||
"Where's the food?" | |||
Krysa waved at him, "Over here. You've got to try this Tzatziki." She | |||
winked at Bat, "Though it could definitely use more garlic!" | |||
Regards,<br> | |||
Lt. Krysa Jenn.<br> | |||
<nowiki>****</nowiki><br> | |||
NRPG: I was bored, so I figured you could use a little more Krysa :} | |||
Kristen<br> | |||
--<br> | |||
Kristen & Scott Gant<br> | |||
http://homepage/interaccess.com/~sgant/scott.htm<br> | |||
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Briefing. (Part II)</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by | |||
Andrew Catterick 9-30-1996</h4> | |||
SD: 80930.2200<br> | |||
MD: 1.1430<br> | |||
Scene: Roman Senate Chamber, Holodeck 3<br> | |||
With everyone having arrived as well as been given ample | |||
opportunity to raid the buffet it was time to start the meeting. A | |||
quick nod to Onta and the Tamarian took his seat thus signaling to the | |||
others the meeting was about to commence. Zane turned towards the | |||
bartender turned emporer and with a smile jerked a thumb towards the exit. | |||
Bat wearing an impish grin replied by way of a not so imperial salute and | |||
then had his minions carry him on his chair towards the arch. | |||
Sitting down at the meeting table Zane glanced down at the PADD in | |||
front of him. He had read its contents several times and was still unable | |||
to decide how best to inform his officers. Picking it up in his right | |||
hand he began to read: | |||
> <To: All Starship Commanders, Silver Fleet. From: StarFleet Command, Silver Fleet Operations.><br> | |||
><br> | |||
> The USS TESLA has been reported destroyed by a soliton wave while in orbit<br> | |||
> near the Coalsack region. rescue ships have been dispatched by both SILVER<br> | |||
> and RED. Initial reports put the casualties in excess of 80%. The Tesla<br> | |||
> was on a mercy mission and died upholding the highest ideals of the fleet.<br> | |||
Setting the PADD back down he waited for a few moments and then | |||
broke the silence. "That news is almost 24 hours old. The last report | |||
estimated the casulty rate as considerably higher." | |||
"Are we going after her sir?" | |||
"No lieutenant, FEYNMAN has her own mission. But in a way we've | |||
done our part. With the recent...'misfortunes', Task Force EPSILON is | |||
unable to spare any starships but a solution has been found. As some of | |||
you know," Zane nodded to Maril, Glin'kharr and Koreth, "a detachment of | |||
FEYNMAN crew has been temporarily transferred to EPSILON by the admiral. | |||
He has given them orders to take the Husnock ship and render assistance to | |||
the TESLA survivors. If we hadn't brought her back I don't know what they | |||
would have done." | |||
The assembled officers sat in silence. Not only was this the | |||
third SILVER ship destroyed in almost as many weeks it was another FEYNMAN | |||
class vessel, the second of the original four to be destroyed. This fact | |||
coupled with the experiences of their last two missions was all that was | |||
needed to show just how frail these ships really were. | |||
"Do you think those paper-pushers back at fleet might get it | |||
through their heads this time that these ships need an upgrade or two." | |||
One of the officers asked a little bitterly. | |||
The first officer diplomatically moved the subject along. "The | |||
loss of the TESLA cuts TFE in half." He let the implied question hang. | |||
Zane nodded. "For a few weeks at least. There is a STORM thats | |||
apparently earmarked for SILVER. I imagine it'll get an urgent stamp and | |||
sent out here quick. The good news is that REGENT's crew, command crew | |||
especially, had a much higher survival rate than initially thought. The | |||
STORM will probably be given to Fife and co and she'll certainly make a | |||
nice replacement for the DIOGENES CL." He shuddered involuntarily at the | |||
image of the class in his mind. It was a capable class of ship but the | |||
designers must have been really hungover the morning they lay down her | |||
hull. "That still leaves TFE down 40% and I imagine Admiral Nicholas | |||
won't rest until we're back up to full strength. How soon will we get | |||
replacements? Thats up to Admirals Lee and Crowell and of course the Red | |||
Tape Brigade. With all the recent cutbacks I wouldn't hold my breath | |||
though. Personally, I think at least one of the cruisers will get | |||
upgraded to a heavy and to be honest if things keep progressing the way | |||
they are out here I hope they give some serious thought to tossing a few | |||
upgrades our way as well. Of course if SFE has an ENDEAVOUR sitting | |||
around...." His voice trailed off as his thoughts briefly wandered | |||
Onta smiled at his friend's well known dreams for the future and a | |||
few chuckled. The captain sighed. It was time to move on. "Admiral | |||
Nicholas asked me to pass on his compliments to each of you and to your | |||
departments for our last mission. Not only did we surpass our objectives | |||
we managed to cripple if not totally dismantle the Grey's. One annoying | |||
point though was passed along to me this morning. SILVER intel has | |||
finished their inital debrief of the prisoners and they have confirmed | |||
that Captain Tremaine was indeed one of the occupants of the runabout that | |||
escaped into the sack during the battle. While his powerbase is certainly | |||
destroyed I must confess to a certain degree of frustration that he is | |||
most likely giving any and all information about Starfleet to those | |||
vermin. There will be a reckoning!" Several heads nodded in agreement. | |||
"Well then," Zane said standing with Commander Maril moving | |||
to join him. "its time we get on with things." He clapped his hands | |||
together quickly with a playful smile. Instantly the two large doors at | |||
the end of the room swung open and a procession of centurions in full | |||
battle armour entered the room to the beat of a drum. As the troop came | |||
to a halt Maril turned to face the group of Starfleet officers. | |||
"Lieutenant junior grade Glin'kharr. Ensign Allard. Front and CENTER!" | |||
He shouted out in his best drill sargent voice." | |||
Both officers quickly rose and came to attention in front of the | |||
honour guard. The captain of the guard strode over to Zane and presented | |||
a purple pillow. On top of the pillow were two small black boxes with the | |||
Starfleet insignia emblazoned on each. Zane picked up the closest one and | |||
opened it to reveal a hollow pip. "Ensign Justin Christopher Allard as of | |||
this date you are hereby promoted to the rank of lieutenant junior grade | |||
with all the rights and privelges therein." Zane pinned the pip on to | |||
Allard's toga and then stepped back and extended a hand. "Congratulations | |||
Lieutenant junior grade Allard." | |||
"Thank-you sir." The CSO beamed. | |||
Moving along the line Zane reached for the second box. | |||
"Lieutenant junior grade Glin'kharr as of this date you are hearby | |||
promoted to the rank of full lieutenant with all the rights and privelges | |||
therin." The doctor's hollow pip was removed and replaced with the new | |||
one. "Congratulations Lieutenant Glin'kharr." | |||
"Thank-you captian." Glin'kharr replied a little more relaxed but | |||
just as proudly as Allard. | |||
"Commander." Zane said turning to Maril. The first officer | |||
quickly congratulated each officer and then turned to face the honour | |||
guard. "Troop! PREsent ARMS!" As one, each centurion gave the imperial | |||
salute to the two newly promoted officers. | |||
"Thank-you commander." Zane said after a few seconds. He'd | |||
decided he'd best let the two sit down before Glin'kharr became too | |||
embarrassed and snarled at someone. "Dismiss the men." | |||
"Aye sir." Maril replied, "Troop! DisMISSED!" Instantly the | |||
honour guard spun on its heel and exited the way they had come in. The | |||
four officers returned to the meeting table and Zane gave the other | |||
officers some time to congratulate their comrades. | |||
A few minutes later the group had settled down and Zane waded into | |||
the heart of the briefing. "The admiral has given us priority orders and | |||
we lift at 16:00. Simply put we are to head out to the SERAPIS's final | |||
resting place at maximum warp and investigate her demise." | |||
"How much do we know of what happened?" Maril asked. | |||
"Very little." He pressed a button on the console in front of him | |||
and sections of the table in front of each officer slid away to reveal a | |||
monitor. The Federation emblem disappeared to be replaced by the calm and | |||
controled bridge of a SOLAR class cruiser. The scene played itself out | |||
shockingly fast. The SERAPIS was there and then it was not. "Besides | |||
this video we have the statements of the few that survived...unfortunately | |||
they really didn't have anything to add. The rescue ships were not | |||
equipped to do a full investigate so we're it." | |||
"Captain if a SOLAR couldn't stand up...." | |||
Zane cut in. "The admiral was very clear on this following point | |||
and I want to be just as clear. This is an investigation mission. We are | |||
going to try and find out who attacked and why and if possible where they | |||
came from. We are not going to take on that ship. The second we even get | |||
a sniff of her we're gone. SILVER can't afford to lose another ship | |||
and I have no intention of dying." | |||
It was clear most of the assembled officers were not thrilled with | |||
the idea of turning tail. Neither was there captain. But not he nor any | |||
of the others were foolish enough to even entertain the thought that they | |||
would stand a chance against that marauder. But if they could find it | |||
something eventually could be done. | |||
Allard looked up from his PADD. "Thats way out in the boonies | |||
sir. What was SERAPIS up to?" | |||
"Your right Mr. Allard. That section of space is a good ways past | |||
the Federation border in this section and up until a few months ago we new | |||
absolutly nothing about this region of space. Not that we now know very | |||
much more. SERAPIS had been sent out to follow up on a rather strange | |||
first contact." | |||
A press of a button and each screen presented the emotionless face | |||
of a human male in his mid twenties. It was clear he was human but on | |||
closer inspection one might have his doubts. It was hard to pinpoint | |||
exactly what was different but something, whether in the eyes or the way | |||
he held himself announced his 'uniqueness.' | |||
"He wasn't raised by humans." Glin'kharr said. | |||
"This is Martin Ross," Zane continued, "23 years ago, when he was | |||
4 years old he was on a transport ship with his family heading toward the | |||
Steele VI colony. The ship hit some sort of subspace anamoly and was | |||
thrown thousands of parsecs and wound up in the middle of this sector of | |||
space. Not surprisingly it was a rough transit and only a few survived. | |||
Six months ago. Mr. Ross arrived at EPSILON aboard an alien ship. He | |||
presented himself to Admiral Nicholas as an emissary of the race that | |||
found him and nursed him back to health. This race, the Issahi, homeworld | |||
Issah, have decided to make contact with us and expressed an interest in | |||
possible diplomatic relations." | |||
"Possible?" Maril asked. | |||
"To be honest, from what the admiral told me, it was a very | |||
strange visit. Ross showed up out of the blue presented the admiral with | |||
a pure dilithium sword," Several eyebrows around the table rose, "told | |||
him he represented a race of suarian's known as the Issahi and that they | |||
were interested in learning about the Federation. Then before he | |||
really gave any satisfactory answers to a number of questions he left. | |||
The end." | |||
"Could these Issahi be responsible for the SERAPIS?" Allard | |||
asked. | |||
"Unknown." Zane replied. "But being that it happened near their | |||
border isn't exactly evidence against." | |||
"Or evidence for." Jenn added. "Do we know anything else about | |||
this area of space? Do the Issahi have any neighbours?" | |||
Zane raised his hands and shrugged. "On just about every question | |||
we draw a blank. Thats why SERAPIS was sent out there. To get some | |||
answers and to see if we had new friends. It seems we may not." | |||
"Are we taking up her mission?" | |||
"Yes and No. Our primary concern is a complete forensic | |||
investiagation into the SERAPIS' destruction. The results will dictate | |||
where we go from there. But yes, barring any unforseen consequences or | |||
clearly damning evidence it is likely that we will pickup where SERAPIS | |||
left off." | |||
"A dilithium sword." Ensign Lee said. "Thats a very powerful | |||
symbol." | |||
"I agree." Koreth replied. "It may not bode well." | |||
"Perhaps, but the fact that they presented it to the admiral may | |||
be a good sign. Many races in their infantcy often presented weapons to | |||
other nations as a show of good faith. This may be the equivelent." | |||
Meleah replied | |||
Koreth didn't seem convinced. From here a lively discussion | |||
ensued. | |||
<<<NRPG>>> | |||
The Issahi are *not* responsible for the SERAPIS' destruction. But of | |||
course we don't know that....they may or may not know who is. | |||
Ok thats the gist of it...you know the drill, departmental | |||
reports...comments and questions on the mission etc. | |||
The Communique that Zane read was 'lifted' from a post written by Mike | |||
Dawe. | |||
A more detailed NRPG to follow | |||
Respectfully,<br> | |||
Andy<br> | |||
-Commander Zane, Commanding Officer, USS FEYNMAN<br> | |||
-Commodore Nigel Straun, Executive Officer, INDIGO FLEET<br> | |||
-Commander Horatio Sinclair, Fleet Intelligence Officer, BLUE FLEET<br> | |||