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Away Team(Kristen, Joseph, Lysle):Carry on.<br> | Away Team(Kristen, Joseph, Lysle):Carry on.<br> | ||
Feynman:Don't just sit around while we're working! ;)<br> | Feynman:Don't just sit around while we're working! ;)<br> | ||
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Dead Ship, or Deadly Ship?</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Joseph Baker 2-12-1996</h4> | |||
SD: 80212.0239<br> | |||
Scene: Alien Bridge<br> | |||
Jerran thought a moment about the date which Jenn had read off of the | |||
alien captain's log. He nodded in agreement to her when she said that it | |||
was about 500 years old. Some of the stories he had read about this race | |||
had mentioned a little bit about their dating system, and even though | |||
those stories were over two thousand years old, he was able to | |||
extrapolate them to the time of the log. | |||
While Jenn had been reading the computer log, Jerran had moved over to | |||
what appeared to be the helm console. Leave it to a pilot to find the | |||
helm on an alien ship. The seat was obviously not made for a humanoid, | |||
and Jerran wouldn't have been able to sit down in it without some major | |||
contortions which he might not have been able to recover from. | |||
He tried to access the console, but it was dead. Then Jenn's console | |||
blew up. He rushed over to make sure that she and Cmdr Maril were | |||
alright. "It doesn't look like we're going to get much information from | |||
up here. The helm console hasn't had power running through it for a | |||
couple of centuries, and that computer console looks like it's | |||
irreperably destroyed." | |||
Maril nodded as he thought for a moment. "We're going to have to go down | |||
to the cargo bay. I don't want any of us to go down there alone." | |||
Jerran and Jenn nodded to their XO as they and Dr. Tokk followed him out of | |||
the bridge to the lower decks. As Jerran approached the deck, he pulled | |||
out his phaser and set it for heavy stun, just in case. Jenn smiled | |||
over to him and said, "Ever had to fire one of those, Lt.?" | |||
"Of course. I was in the Bajoran Militia for a couple of years before I | |||
went into the academy. However, I've never had to shoot at anything live | |||
before." | |||
Jenn nodded as she pulled out her own phaser and checked its setting. | |||
The lift stopped at the deck and they tried to get off as the door creeked | |||
open about halfway. Maril had to push it open the rest of the way open | |||
so they could leave. They walked down the corridor to where the tricorder | |||
said the cargo bay was located. | |||
When they arrived, neither of the four officers could believe their | |||
eyes. The huge, thick double cargo bay doors had been torn open, from | |||
the inside... | |||
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***************************************************************** | |||
* I study nuclear science! * jobaker@chuma.cas.usf.edu * | |||
* I love my classes! * jbaker@deans2.cas.usf.edu * | |||
* I've got a crazy teacher, **************************** | |||
* Who wears dark glasses. * LTJG Jerran Terel * | |||
* Things are goin' great, * Flight Control Officer * | |||
* And they're only gettin' better! * USS Feynman/NCC-66000 * | |||
***************************************************************** | |||
* Joseph W. Baker * | |||
* Physics Major, College of Arts and Sciences * | |||
* University of South Florida * | |||
***************************************************************** | |||
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