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<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Shuttlebay</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Joseph Baker 2-14-1996</h4> | |||
SD: 80214.2223 | |||
Jerran got up from his flight console as soon as Ensign Cartwright | |||
arrived to take his place so that he could go down to the shuttledeck to | |||
help with the investigation of PO Norris' accident. | |||
He thought about it for a moment, thinking that it was probably some | |||
careless error, but he doubted if it was an error on WO Dunnon's part. | |||
He was one of his best, and most experienced shuttlepilots. You don't | |||
rise to through the enlisted ranks to get to WO without being the best at | |||
what you do. | |||
Jerran stepped out of the turbolift as it reached the shuttledeck. He | |||
nodded to the security officer standing by the door as he walked through, | |||
heading towards WO Dunnon and LTJG Charles. | |||
Jerran nodded to the CSO as he turned to Dunnon and said, "OK, what | |||
happened, Mr. Dunnon?" | |||
"I don't know, sir. I was in the TOMONAGA carrying out those | |||
modifications which you wanted when I heard the alarms going off telling | |||
me that the door was openeing. Then, the atmospheric containment | |||
forcefield shut off. | |||
"Lt. I swear that I double checked those systems just an hour ago, and | |||
they were all five by five. There is no way that thing just opened by | |||
itself _and_ shut off the forcefield." | |||
Jerran nodded as he glanced around the room saying, "Agreed." | |||
Charles shook his head and said, "I haven't found anything to suggest | |||
sabotage, Mr. Jerran. This place is as clean as Dr. Tok's OR." | |||
"What about the sensor systems? Why did they cut off?" | |||
"Lt. Korreth's engineers are still looking into it." | |||
As if on cue, one of the yellow shirted engineers who were rummaging | |||
through an access panel in one of the walls came running up to the | |||
lieutenants and said, "Sir! I think I've found something!" | |||
Charles turned to the crewman and said, "What did you find?" | |||
"Well, sir, just about anyone could have disabled the sensors, but it is | |||
certain that they were sabotaged. It was simply a matter of crosswiring | |||
the sensor power systems into the sensor output. Textbook case. Works | |||
everytime." | |||
Lt. Charles wasn't too happy about a sabour getting away with murder, | |||
literaly, on his shift. "We're going to have to tear this ship apart | |||
till we've found that killer. And do it before anyone else gets hurt." | |||
Jerran handed a PADD he was looking at over to WO Dunnon and said, "Yes, | |||
but we're not going to have time to do it now. We've got a first contact | |||
to get ready for." | |||
"Mr Dunnon," Jerran said turning to the WO. "Give Lt. Charles' security | |||
crew any help you can and keep me appraised of the investigation." | |||
"Aye, aye, Lieutenant," said the WO two officers headed off the shuttlebay. | |||
*** | |||
Scene: Corridor, Sr. Officers' Deck | |||
Lt. Jerran wasn't too happy about the murder of CPO Norris, to say the | |||
least, and his disposition didn't improve over the idea of having to put | |||
on his dress uniform yet again. Even though his mother was a diplomat, | |||
and she had made him come to many diplomatic functions while growing up, | |||
he was neither good at it nor did he very much enjoy it. | |||
As he walked down the corridor, it dawned on him just how quiet it was in | |||
the middle of a shift. Most people on Beta and Gamma shifts were asleep | |||
right now, or otherwise off duty, and so the corridor was almost | |||
disserted. | |||
Suddenly, Jerran felt something in the back of his mind, something very | |||
similar to the presense he had felt a couple of days ago near the | |||
holodeck. He stopped dead in his tracks, turning to scan the corridor | |||
behind him. There was nothing there, but he could still feel it. | |||
Jerran tapped his badge and said, "Computer, scan the deck for any | |||
non-FEYNMAN life readings." | |||
<No anomolous life readings detected.> | |||
*That's not right,* he thought to himself. *Something is here.* | |||
Jerran pulled out a small type I phaser, setting it to heavy stun, as he | |||
walked cautiously down the corridor. He came up to a bend in the | |||
corridor, and stood flush against the wall as he prepared to turn the | |||
corner. When he did, he almost scared the life out of a crewman as he | |||
came along and saw the half Vulcan FCO with his phaser drawn. | |||
"Is there... uhh... something wrong, Lt?" The young man stammered. | |||
"No, crewman," Jerran said. "Just a tactical excercise. Just go about | |||
your business." | |||
"Yes, sir," he said, as he continued walking down the corridor. | |||
Jerran took another glance down the hallway as he continued back over to | |||
his quarters. Whatever it was, the presense had left when the crewman | |||
had arrived. If Jerran disliked murder investigations and diplomatic | |||
functions, he definitely detested being stalked. | |||
*** | |||
Well, my hibrid friend. It appears yo uare going to cause a lot of | |||
trouble. Not only do you have some unforseen advantages, but you also | |||
seem to be most paranoid. All the more fun, though, as I toy with you | |||
untill I decide it is time for you to die. Oh, and you will most | |||
certainly die, along with the rest of the crew of this tiny ship. | |||
Ah, but wait. What's this? New ships? Ahhhh, you've brought me more | |||
victims to toy with. So much the better! | |||
<NRPG> | |||
Oooooo, this is getting fun <G> | |||
As for that wormhole, I don't know how it got there so fast. It just | |||
popped up out of no where ;) | |||
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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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<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Krysa's Experience With the THING</h3> | <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> | <h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Kristen Gant 2-14-1996</h4> | ||
