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B.J.:I hope you don't mind if I "steal" Bellad to be Maril's aide when he | B.J.:I hope you don't mind if I "steal" Bellad to be Maril's aide when he | ||
becomes FO. If you do, just tell me, and I'll figure something out. | becomes FO. If you do, just tell me, and I'll figure something out. | ||
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: | <h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Jerran's Dinner</h3> | ||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Joseph Baker 2-4-1996</h4> | <h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Joseph Baker 2-4-1996</h4> | ||
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<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Bridge --> Ten Forward</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Joseph Baker 2-4-1996</h4> | |||
SD: 80204.2013<br> | |||
Scene: Bridge, USS FEYNMAN shortly after the end of Alpha shift<br> | |||
Even though the ship was docked at EPSILON and he really had nothing to | |||
do at the helm except for the simulations he was running, Jerran was | |||
still reluctant to give it up to WO Dunnon who was now asking the ensign | |||
to vacate the seat for about the third time. | |||
The excuse was always, "One more minute, Mr. Dunnon, and I'll be done | |||
with this simulation run." His "one more minutes" had run onto about a | |||
half an hour into Beta shift before he finally got up and let Dunnon have | |||
the seat. | |||
He turned to go towards the turbolift and then turned around again to | |||
check something on the panel, "Let me just see real quick the status of | |||
the repairs on the NOGURA." | |||
The older warrant officer almost slapped the ensign's hand away from the | |||
panel as he said, "Back off, sir. You're shift is over. You should go | |||
get some rest." | |||
Jerran raised an eyebrow at the AFCO and said, "Yes, you're right. Thank | |||
you for reminding me of that." He then walked off the bridge, for now. | |||
As he got into his quarters, he started wondering what he was going to do | |||
with the next few hours of off time. Even when he was technically off, | |||
he usually didn't stay so for long. He usually went down to the | |||
shuttlebay to tinker with the shuttlecraft or something. He knew that | |||
wouldn't work as Dunnon was probably on the comm now telling the | |||
shuttlebay watch officer to shoot Jerran on sight if he came near a shuttle. | |||
That left a couple of things open, like Ten-Forward, a prospect he didn't | |||
really relish, but one that he thought would pass the time adequately. | |||
He took off his uniform and put on one of his Bajoran civilian outfits, | |||
placing a Bajoran commbadge on the right side of his chest just in case | |||
someone called him. He then walked out to Ten Forward. | |||
It was kind of crowded in Ten Forward at this time of day, as all of the | |||
Alpha shift people had just gotten off of work. Through the crowd, he | |||
could see Ensign Cartwright waving at him over by one of the windows, | |||
sitting alone. He made his way through the crowd, nodding politely to | |||
people who greeted him on the way, and then sat down accross from | |||
Cartwright at the small table. | |||
She smiled at him and said, "That was a pretty good docking you did this | |||
afternoon, sir. One of the best ones that I've had the pleasure of | |||
piloting, at least." | |||
"Thank you," he said, already weary of this crowded atmosphere. He got | |||
an idea and said, "Have you eaten yet, Ensign?" | |||
"No, not yet. I was just about to go back to my quarters and replicate | |||
something when I saw you walk in." | |||
"Would you like to join me in my quarters, then? I've programmed some | |||
rather good Bajoran dishes into my replicator which you are welcome to | |||
sample." | |||
She smiled and said, "I thought you'd never ask." They then both walked | |||
out of the lounge together towards his quarters. | |||
When they got there, she gazed in amazement at all of the starship models | |||
he had in various places around the room. She knelt down in front of a | |||
coffee table to gaze at a Promelian Battlecruiser which was lit up from | |||
the inside. "These are quite good. I've never seen models with this much | |||
attention to detail. Which company makes them, or did you just get them | |||
out of a replicator?" | |||
He went over and got a couple of drinks and said, "I made them from | |||
scratch. I replicated the raw materials and then just used a small | |||
phaser cutter to shape them." | |||
She touched the battlecruiser lightly and said, "That feels like | |||
duranium." | |||
He nodded with a smile and said, "Well, I wanted them to look as real as | |||
possible." | |||
He pointed to an old Klingon Bird of Prey model hanging from the ceiling | |||
and said, "Some of them I even scored with a hand phaser on lowe power to | |||
simulate battledamage. You can't do that with most other modeling | |||
materials without completely destroying the model." | |||
"Wow," she said, her eyes wide with interest as she moved to look at a | |||
very old looking Romulan freighter. "How long does it take you to do a | |||
model?" | |||
He handed her a drink and said, "Well, working off and on with it, it | |||
usually takes me about six months or so to get it done right. I've done | |||
simpler designs without as much detail in as little as a couple of weeks, | |||
though." | |||
She took the drink with a thank you and looked over at his work desk to | |||
see a pile of building materials sitting in a neat corner of it. "What | |||
are you building there?" | |||
He smiled with more than a bit of pride and said, "The FEYNMAN." | |||
She chuckled and said, "I'm surprised you didn't already have one of this | |||
class already." | |||
She glanced into the little alcove that was his bedroom and saw another | |||
interesting display on the wall. Jerran was off at the replicator | |||
getting dinner out when he noticed her gaze. He placed the plates of | |||
food on the coffee table and then walked over to her and said, "Please, | |||
feel free to look closer." | |||
She smiled and walked in, looking at a display of old beam weapons on the | |||
wall. Most of them were Federation phasers, with a few Bajoran designs, | |||
and a Romulan disruptor pistol. Jerran reached up and pulled off an old | |||
Starfleet issue laser pistol and handed it to her. | |||
"My god," she said, "This one must be almost a hundred and fifty years | |||
old." | |||
He smiled and said, "143.2 years, actually. It still works, too. I've | |||
had to modify sarium krellide power packs to get it to work, but once I | |||
found out the proper phase discrimination for it, it was as good as when | |||
it came off the assembly line." | |||
She looked at it kind of worried when he mentioned that it could fire and | |||
he smiled reassuringly at her and said, "Don't worry. I store all of the | |||
power packs in a locked safe, so they won't accidently go off." | |||
She smiled and placed it back on the wall. They were all placed there in | |||
chronological order, the next weapon being a phaser from around 2245, one | |||
of the first to have a removeable hand phaser within a pistol mount. She | |||
picked up the next weapon after that, a sleak gray model from around 2285. | |||
"I think these were the best ones ever made," she said, hefting it out in | |||
front of her. "I never understood why Starfleet replaced this one with | |||
that one," she said, pointing at the next phaser in the line, one which | |||
looked like the 2245 phaser in a much sleaker design. | |||
"I agree, that is a better weapon," Jerran said, picking up the next | |||
phaser. "SF went with this one because it was easier to use. Notice | |||
that it has a slide here to determine the setting, rather than the mess | |||
of buttons on that phaser. In combat situations, it was deamed necessary | |||
to have something which you could switch settings with just a quick push | |||
of the switch rather than having to press multiple buttons." | |||
She nodded as she placed the phaser back in its place. She then went to | |||
the end of the display and said, "This is a Bajoran design?" | |||
He nodded and took it off to hand it to her. | |||
"How come you only have a couple of Bajoran phasers?" | |||
"Well, actually, the Bajora didn't have much of a need for phaser | |||
technology untill the Cardassian occupation. And then, we weren't aloud | |||
to build our own weapons so all we could do was forage around for | |||
whatever we could find. The Bajora didn't really come out with their own | |||
design for a phaser untill after the occupation." | |||
She placed it back as he said, "Oh, our dinner is getting cold. We'd | |||
better go eat." | |||
She tore her eyes from the display of weapons reluctantly and followed | |||
him out into the living room to eat. | |||
<NRPG> | |||
Just a "little" post to show what Jerran does in his off time when he | |||
isn't flying <G> As for what happens between him and Cartwright after | |||
dinner, well, I'll just let the suspense get to yah <EG> | |||
Congrats to our new CO, FO, and SO!!! <G> Looks like we need another | |||
councilor ;) | |||
Respectfully submitted,<br> | |||
Ensign Jerran Terel<br> | |||
FCO<br> | |||
USS FEYNMAN<br> | |||
aka Joseph Baker<br> | |||
