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Lieutenant (jg) Laryn Spyyre - CEO - USS HUNTINGTON<br> | Lieutenant (jg) Laryn Spyyre - CEO - USS HUNTINGTON<br> | ||
"Quoth the Raven 'Nevermore'"<br> | "Quoth the Raven 'Nevermore'"<br> | ||
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: I Don't Know What to Call This One</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Kristen Gant 2-13-1996</h4> | |||
Stardate: 80213.0001<br> | |||
Scene: Transporter Room<br> | |||
Lt. Jenn stepped off the transporter pad. She turned to wait for the | |||
others. Jarren was the next to get transported. | |||
“We've got both of them, sir. Preparing to lock on to Dr. Tok.” said | |||
the transporter chief. | |||
[Maril to Feynman. We have a situation here! Beam us out!] | |||
“Sir! We can't get a postive lock on you at the moment.” | |||
Jenn turned to the transporter chief. “What do you mean you can’t get a | |||
positive lock on them? Get them out of there!” | |||
“I’m trying, sir... uhh, ma’am... I mean...” The man’s fingers were | |||
flying over the controls to no avial. Jarren to the controls to see if | |||
he could help. | |||
<What’s going on down there!> demanded Zane over the comm link. | |||
“We can’t get a lock on Commander Maril or Dr. Tok, sir.” said the | |||
transporter chief. “The gravimetric interference from the wormhole is | |||
preventing it.” | |||
“I’ve got to get to the Bridge,” said Jenn. She hoped from the her Ops | |||
station she might be able to detect what ever was over there on that | |||
derelict. “Terri, come with me. Ens,” she said to the transporter chief, | |||
“Get those transporters working!” | |||
Scene: Bridge | |||
Jenn and Jarren entered the bridge. They hurried down to thier | |||
perspective stations. WO Ein got up and made room for Jenn. | |||
“Sir,” Jenn said to Zane who was just coming out of his ready room, “The | |||
ship is beginning to power up again.” | |||
“Feynman to Maril, what is your status?” | |||
There was no response. | |||
“Transporter room, how is that lock coming?” | |||
<Still unable to make a lock, sir. Something is blocking it.> | |||
“It’s moving!” shouted Jarren. | |||
“Confirmed,” said Jenn, “It’s moving straight for that wormhole, not | |||
very fast, but definately headed in that direction.” She looked up a | |||
Zane, her face full of concern. | |||
“Mr. Koreth, Tractor Beam! Don’t let that ship get away.” said the | |||
Captain. | |||
“Tractor beam on. We have the ship, it’s not going anywhere.” Koreth | |||
informed him. | |||
Jenn stood up and looked at Zane. “There is something on that ship. It’s | |||
very strong and it killed the crew! We have to get Maril and Tok.” Zane | |||
nodded trying to think of his next step. | |||
Regards,<br> | |||
Lt. Krysa Jenn, Ops/2O<br> | |||
*****<br> | |||
NRPG: Uhhh, I don’t know where else to go, so I stopped to let someone | |||
else take over. Just thought I’d throw in somemore glitches. | |||
Max and Lysle: Don’t get caught, okay<G><br> | |||
Kristen | |||
