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<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Cavalry</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by | |||
Andrew Catterick 3-12-1997</h4> | |||
SD: 90312<br> | |||
Scene: ST-107<br> | |||
In the blackness a screen flickered to life. A small amber cursor flashed | |||
patiently sending eerie shadows across walls that had remained dark for | |||
almost 50 years. Queries were sent out to the farthest reaches of the | |||
installation and were returned in an instant. Life began to swell. A | |||
multitude of characters and images flashed across the screen as it sought | |||
out the element that had triggered its attention. | |||
In a millisecond the answer was relayed from the passive sensors: small | |||
craft had entered the system. It 'thought' back those fifty years to a time | |||
when the base had been inhabited by its masters. To the time when suddenly | |||
they were gone. No warning, just gone. It had continued with its duties | |||
but soon its adaptive functions deduced that the masters might not be | |||
returning. No matter. It could wait. | |||
Now someone approached. It's subroutines ran through options for action. | |||
Its maintenance programming sought to reactivate the base and open the | |||
docking bay doors. As was normal procedure all incoming craft would be | |||
'captured' by a tractor beam and guided safely into land. This directive | |||
was immediately overridden by the defensive systems. The masters had left. | |||
'Reason: Unknown' pulsated in the middle of the now blank screen. It | |||
quickly shifted to 'Origins: Unknown' as the passive sensors gathered more | |||
information on the approaching craft. It was decided more information was | |||
needed before a decision could be made. An alert was sent out to all | |||
security functions to monitor the newcomers. As the systems began to once | |||
again shut down to quietly observe the visitors it decided it would risk one | |||
brief transmission. A small dish at the center of the base twisted itself | |||
towards the planet below. | |||
<nowiki>______________________________________</nowiki><br> | |||
MD: 5.1400<br> | |||
Scene: Bridge<br> | |||
"Captain, we're receiving some interesting information from probe number 4." | |||
Zane spun around in his seat. Finally something. "Explain." | |||
"The readings are being distorted by the nebula but it appears to be | |||
massive energy surges and discharges bearing 342 mark 8. It looks to be | |||
several ships. And I think the energy charges maybe weapons fire." | |||
"Helm plot an intercept course, full impulse." Zane ordered before hitting | |||
the intercom contact on his armrest. "Red Alert, all hands to | |||
battlestations. I repeat, all hands to battle stations." | |||
<<<NRPG>>> | |||
Just a short one to a) throw Max and crew a little fun. Think HAL-9000;) b) | |||
catch us up with Jerran and company. | |||
To keep things in the timeline the FEYNMAN will be arriving after the teams | |||
are all back onboard with Jerran and are running from the CONSTITUTION that | |||
is powering up. | |||
Kevin: Nice bridge! | |||
Jason: Thanks for the map of the base. Its really helpful being able to | |||
see something! | |||
Respectfully,<br> | |||
Andy<br> | |||
-Captain Zane, Commanding Officer, USS FEYNMAN<br> | |||
-Commander Horatio Sinclair, Fleet Intelligence Officer, BLUE FLEET<br> | |||