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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 February 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 February 1996 Posts</font></center> | ||
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: NOGURA Medical Emergency</h3><h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Joseph Baker 2-1-1996</h4> | <h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: NOGURA Medical Emergency</h3> | ||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Joseph Baker 2-1-1996</h4> | |||
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<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Departure</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Joseph Baker 2-9-1996</h4> | |||
SD: 80209.2356<br> | |||
LTJG Jerran deftly flew the FEYNMAN out through the large set of double | |||
doors of SB Epsilon, fighting the overwhelming urge to kick the ship up | |||
to impulse power while in spacedock. Upon leaving orbit of the planet, | |||
he brought the warp drive up to warp 2 to navigate outwards toward the | |||
rim of the system to jump to higher speeds. | |||
He listened on as the medical teams tried to gain entrance to Lt. Fobok's | |||
quarters, and, as a half Vulcan himself, he had a sinking suspicion of what | |||
was going on with the science officer. Pon Farr wasn't exactly something | |||
that he was looking forward to either, and he hoped that his Bajoran | |||
blood would deter the event. He had gone through the first one at 15, | |||
which was rather late for most Vulcans, but it gave him hope that if it | |||
happened again, then it probably would be farther away than for most Vulcans. | |||
As he flew the ship above the system's asteroid belt, slowing to warp 1 | |||
just in case something came up on unexpectedly, some of his thoughts kept | |||
running to Jennifer and the time that they had spent together last | |||
night. He wasn't so preoccupied that he was running into giant rocks, in | |||
fact, he probably could have done a couple of other things at the same | |||
time, but he chose not to. | |||
When he had walked onto the bridge after the briefing and after going to | |||
stellar cartography, she was there at the helm. She was almost | |||
unable to contain her pride when she saw the extra hollow pip on his | |||
collar, but her professionalism prevailed as she got up from her seat | |||
calmly and shook his hand with a big grin saying, "Congratulations, | |||
Lieutenant." | |||
As they touched, their still lingering mind link from the night before | |||
was strengthened some more, and Jerran was able to tell easily that she | |||
actually wanted to say more than her words actually conveyed. "Thank | |||
you, Ensign," he replied, sending similar thoughts accross the link as he | |||
took his seat. | |||
At this time, Jennifer was probably in the holodeck going over some | |||
drills with the other pilots which Jerran had programmed into the | |||
computer. He was quite pleased with their mastery of the Terran World | |||
War I simulation, and so he had since moved onto the second World War. | |||
This allowed him the flexability to put in programs involving bombers | |||
which facilitated teamwork among the group of pilots as they all fought | |||
to keep their plane int he air while obtaining their mission objectives. | |||
They weren't doing all that well at that, though, but that was | |||
understandible considering that those ungainly planes are essentially | |||
sitting ducks for the enemy fighters to come pick off. So far, he had | |||
done the simulation with his flight crew four times, and they had crashed | |||
three times. But, Jerran was still confident that they would eventually | |||
get the hang of it, and then he would put them into another simulation, | |||
probably moving on to Bajoran raider tactics of the Cardassian Occupation. | |||
The Feynman passed by the last planet of the system as Jerran brought the | |||
ship up to warp 6, heading towards their mission area. He activated the | |||
autopilot and turned to Zane to say, "We're now at warp 6 proceding on | |||
course. ETA, 15 hours at present speed." | |||
Zane nodded and said, "Very good, Lieutenant. Steady as she goes." | |||
"Aye, sir," Jerran said, turning back to his consoles to perform some | |||
simulations of his own. He was using the data from the stellar | |||
cartography maps to determine the best approach angles to enter the | |||
system for various tactical positions. It was essentially busy work to | |||
give him something to do other than the normal monitoring of the | |||
computers flight course, but it was necessary in order to give him an | |||
idea of what to expect at the next mission sight. But, as he had learned | |||
from the last mission, nothing was ever as expected. | |||
<NRPG><br> | |||
We're off to see the wizard....<br> | |||
Well, based on my ETA, I guess we'll get there at about 1900 hours on the | |||
same day, probably around 1915, actually, to add the time it took to get | |||
out of the system and jump to warp 6. If you want to make it a lower | |||
ETA, that's fine with me. I just chose 10 hours as it sounds like a nice | |||
round number :) | |||
Respectfully Submitted<br> | |||
Lieutenant Junior Grade Jerran Terel<br> | |||
Flight Control Officer<br> | |||
USS FEYNMAN, NCC-66000<br> | |||
jobaker@chuma.cas.usf.edu<br> | |||
jbaker@deans2.cas.usf.edu <br> | |||
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* Daisemi'in rhhaensuriuu * Of the chief parts of the Ruling * | |||
* meillunsiateve * Passion, only this can be truly * | |||
* rh'e Mnhei'sahe yie ahr'en: * said: * | |||
* Mnahe afw'ein quii; * Hate has a reason for everything, * | |||
* rh'e hweithnaef * But love is unreasonable. * | |||
* mrht Hes'he ehl'ein quii. * | |||
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* Joseph W. Baker * | |||
* Physics Major, College of Arts and Sciences * | |||
* University of South Florida * | |||
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