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<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Krysa's Experience With the THING</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Kristen Gant 2-14-1996</h4> | |||
Stardate: 80214.1549 (OOXXOO) Happy Valentine's Day!!<br> | |||
MD: 1. 1015<br> | |||
Ens. Blayne Chesterton was sitting in the Counselor's Office, quite happy | |||
with the turn of events. With Krysa being transferred up, she had control of | |||
the counseling office. The post wasn't secure by any means. Starfleet was | |||
well known for changing staff at a moments notice. But she had her fingers | |||
crossed. Perhaps her transfer orders and the orders for a new counselor | |||
would come across the Admiral's desk at the same time. | |||
<Ens. Chesterton to the Shuttle Bay><br> | |||
Blayne jumped at the call. "On my way." Her first chance to prove that she | |||
could be useful. She quickly exited the office telling Crewman Cassey she | |||
would be back later. | |||
Upon arriving in the Shuttle bay she found Lt. Jenn already there ahead of | |||
her. She was a little disappointed that she wouldn't be doing this on her own. | |||
"Blayne, I'm glad you are here. I have to get ready for a banquet soon, so | |||
I'm not going to be able to help you with this one. Do you think you can | |||
handle the counseling end of this investigation?" | |||
Blayne smiled, "Of course, Lt. You can count on me." | |||
"Good. Please just ask if any problems come up that you need help with | |||
okay." With that Jenn turned and left Blayne to her first assignment. | |||
Lt.(j.g) Charles walked up to her. "Ens. Chesterton. We are sure that this | |||
is a murder investigation, so I'm not sure what you can do, but Lt. Jenn | |||
insisted that you be included." | |||
He went on to fill her in on what events had happened. | |||
Scene: Corridor<br> | |||
Krysa headed toward the turbolift. As she walked down the corridor, the | |||
empiness and the silence began to get to her. It had never bothered her | |||
before. She couldn't understand why it did now. | |||
She stopped to listen. There had to be something. Some noise coming from | |||
something. It dawned on her that she didn't even hear the normal empathic | |||
noise she usually did when surrounded by so many living beings on a | |||
starship. It was like there was a hole on the telepathic level. She wondered | |||
if something was wrong. Was she losing the abilities that she had left? | |||
She hurried to the turbolift. "Sickbay," she muttered not liking the | |||
emptiness she was feeling. The turbolift stopped, and she rushed out almost | |||
tripping over a young ensign, on her way out. | |||
"Excuse me," she mumbled. The young man smiled and nodded. He moved to make | |||
room for her to pass, when Krysa felt the familiar rush of human feelings. | |||
She grabbed the ensigns hand, "Wait!" | |||
"Are you alright, Sir?" He asked. | |||
Krysa hugged the poor ensign, who she was sure thought she had gone mad. But | |||
she didn't care. She could still feel them, she hadn't lost it. Then she | |||
sobered slightly wondering what had happened down on the other level. | |||
As if suddenly remembering the man she was hugging, she let him go | |||
embarrassed. "I'm so sorry, ensign. I'm just so glad to feel you!" Regaining | |||
her composure she continued her trek to Sickbay. She thought perhaps she | |||
should still get this checked out. She definately never wanted to experience | |||
that again. | |||
Regards,<br> | |||
Lt. Krysa Jenn<br> | |||
****<br> | |||
NRPG: My thought here is that whatever this thing is it lives on fear, so it | |||
creates an empathic hollow of a sort around it. Krysa, not having full use | |||
of telepathic abilities can't sense it, just the empathic hollow. Okay, I | |||
know there is a bit of a stretch making a distinction between telepathic and | |||
empathic abilities, but I thought it would make things interesting<EG> | |||
Kristen | |||
(AKA - Dr. Janna Swansen, CMO, USS Bismarck, ASR)<br> | |||
(AKA - Lt. Krysa Jenn, Ops/2O, USS Feynman, ASR)<br> | |||
(AKA - Ens. Ainese Kev, CSciO, USS Magellan, WW)<br> | |||
(AKA - Bree, Broken Lands, WW)<br> | |||
(AKA - Darlea & Makayla, Dragon Lands, WW)<br> | |||
(AKA - Dr. Darla Shane, CMO, Starbase 109, UFPI)<br> | |||
