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<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Catch Up</h3>
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by
Andrew Catterick 3-11-1997</h4>
SD:90311.1400<br>
MD:5.0340<br>
Scene: Bridge<br>
<I>
Chief T'meq at tactical spoke up. "One of the fighters is gaining on us.
It will be within firing range in ten seconds."
"Full power on aft shields. Captain to the bridge. Helm, evasive
maneuvers." The Ensign's fingers were flying at OPS, and the FEYNMAN
tilted to one side as the fighter flew past underneath the hull, firing full
phasers at the same time.
The ship rocked as Zane stepped onto the bridge. "Damage report."
"Direct hit on aft shields. No damage," reported T'meq.
Zane took up his seat, as Krysa, who had followed him onto the bridge, took
hers. "Where are the fighters now?"
"One remained aft, one is forward of the ship. The third has been,destroyed."<br>
</I>
Scene: Cockpit, Lead Craft
Flight Lieutenant Gerach screamed out in rage as his craft shook from the
turbulence triggered by the explosion of his port wingman. The other, now
directly behind the Federation destroyer turned on its tail and began to
run. Gerach cursed the young fool but deep within him, in the last small
bit of free thought that had not succumbed to his anger understood. It was
a useless fight and he knew he would die if he did not run. It didn't
matter. He would kill as many as he could. With a surreal calm he spun
his craft around and opened fire.
Scene: Bridge, USS FEYNMAN
Zane watched as the small fighter spun around and charged his ship. It was
an act of desperation but one that could prove to be more than just a
nuisance. "Divert 60% power from aft shields forward. Lock on to fighter."
He paused and watched the small vessel charge down upon the FEYNMAN, its
dual cannons firing wildly. He would give him one chance. The ship began
to buck with the impact of the attack. "Damage?"
"Shields holding. Impact to primary hull, deck one in 3 seconds." The TAC
calmly announced.
Zane frowned. What a waste. "Fire."
Raw energy ran down the discharge conduits along both sides of the primary
hull. They joined near the center and lanced out at the kamikaze. In less
then a second it was over.
"Status of the third craft?"
"Leaving sensor range now."
Zane nodded at the answer. At least one of them had understood the odds.
<nowiki>____________________________________________</nowiki><br>
MD:5.0630<br>
Scene: 10 Forward.<br>
The pre-shift breakfast crowd was not its normal lively environment.
Instead the crew sat in a quiet shock. A few spoke in whispers but most
stared out into space or down on their meals. Zane spotted Krysa over at
her usual corner table. After the excitement of the red alert an hour
earlier she had decided against returning to her quarters for less than an
hour of sleep. Besides, with all that had happened sleep had alluded her.
Reaching the table Zane dropped down into one of the comfortable seats.
Seconds later Bat had arrived with his usual morning meal.
He watched her push some food around her plate with her fork. "We're on
our way back to our original position. Barring any more excitement we
should be there by 1100 hours. Hopefully we'll be able to find some sign
of Jerran and his team. We've been out of contact much to long.
"And what about the other away team?" Bat demanded.
"They'll be alright. I'm sure by now they've come up with something
interesting. And if not they've probably moved on to SV107."
"hmmmpf." With that he stormed back to the bar.
Krysa looked up from her plate. "He's taking the doctors death very hard."
"We all are." Zane answered looking out into the nebula. "Still, two peas
in a pod."
Despite her mood she smiled. "Bat liked nothing better than to sit an
complain with the good doctor. I think they used to see who could snarl the
longest."
"We all have our memories. We just have to hang on to them. As Commander
Koreth might say, if Glin'kharr had to die he was lucky enough to die well."
Krysa just shrugged. She never understood this warrior type attitude that
some of her fellow officers, Zane included, believed in. To die was to die,
there was nothing good about it.
"What about Dee?"
Zane leaned back in chair and sipped at his coffee. Dee had been nothing
but trouble since she set foot on FEYNMAN. It was too bad, he mused, that
she had not become caught-up in the struggle in sickbay. "I'd like nothing
better that to strand her somewhere in this Nebula. I'm sure I wouldn't
have too much trouble convincing Fleet as to the necessity of it. But, its
not worth the hassle that it will entail. And knowing Dee she'd find some
where to escape. So I guess the only real option is to turn over to SILVER
security. ZINDERNEUF due to commence operations soon. Rumour has it that
its prison is going to be for the hard cases only. And a place full of
psychotic criminals who can't be rehabilitated sounds just about right
for Dee."
"I hope so. Although I wouldn't be surprised if she ended up running the
place."
Zane considered the idea for a few moments before nodding. "Well that will
be someone else's problem."
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MD:5.1500<br>
Scene:Bridge<br>
"Captain's log, supplemental. We have been at our original patrol station
for just short of four hours with no sign of Lt. Jerran's team and I am
worried. On our return course we diverted long enough to pass by the
Husnock moon which CDR Maril's team had been investigating. It had been
abandoned but we did pick up a small message buoy that had been left behind.
It seems that the base had failed to meet with the parameters Admiral
Nicholas had given us. The team has since moved on to ST107 and we have
received a coded transmission from Maril letting us know that they have
arrived safely.
FEYNMAN is now heading in the general vicinity of the what Lt. Jerran had
pinpointed as a prime location for a Xanthandi base. It is my hope that
we meet up with them soon.
End Log.
<<<NRPG>>>
Just playing a little catch up.
Jerran's team. We are still 2-3 hours behind you so I'm figuring by the
time we get there you guys will be in the middle of your escape from the
base. Assuming you manage to retrieve Allard et al with that CONSTITUTION
heading your way;)
Maril's team: So how is ST107 looking?
Jason:???
Respectfully,<br>
-Captain Zane, Commanding Officer, USS FEYNMAN<br>
-Commander Horatio Sinclair, Fleet Intelligence Officer, BLUE FLEET<br>