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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." | |||
<nowiki>__________________________________________</nowiki><br> | |||
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> | |||
