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<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: A Terrible Thing To Waste A Mind...</h3>
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by
Michael "Mike" Dailey 3-16-1997</h4>
SD: 90316.1500<br>
MD: 5.0815-5.1130<br>
Scene: Xanthandi Supply Outpost<br>
Station 'Masters' office<br>
The Master regarded the Kzin and Vulcan unmoving before his
desk. Disgusted by the presence of the cream-coloured Kzin named
Thul'ru, he shot a sneer towards Solor for bringing that thukbah into
his office. The older Xanthandi officer was apparently not accustomed
to such rebukes, verbal or otherwise. *I'll deal with you later, old
one,* thought the Master.
As for the prisoners, the Kzin would be just one more to toil
in the factories for the few days until their kind perished from
deprivation of food or water. The Vulcan, however, would perhaps prove
beneficial onboard one of their ships of the line. Starfleets' wretched
SILVER had caused many shortages lately, in manpower especially. Damn,
them. But first some questions. The Master indicated to the four
sentries who had escorted Thul'ru and T'boc into the office,
"Leave us. Return to your posts." Hesitation for a few seconds was all
the Master would tolerate. "Now!" The spun towards the door before the
Master finished his one word command. A look cast at Solor bid him to
do the same. The Xanthandi officer bowed slightly in salute, and left.
Totally alone with the unrestrained prisoners, the Master reached
underneath his desk. As either a bold statement of the Master's
self-assuredness, or in direct challenge, he picked up his Ravanger
rifle and lay it onto his desk in plain sight (and each) T'boc and
Thul'ru. In a placid tone as if discussing current events with an old
friend, the Master looked to T'boc, utterly disregarding Thul'ru.
"Now, enlighten me why you were chasing the trader Darrien?" he
inquired. T'boc, staring at some point beyond the Master, gradually
closed his eyes. "Vulcan, heed this one and only warning. I am in no
mood and have no desire to play games..."
"We will say nothing to Kovoka like you!" Growled Thul'ru. Infuriated,
the Master spun in his chair to Thul'ru.
"Be silent, thukbah!" he roared. He lay a hand on his Ravanger, but
regained his composure. "I see you do not fear death. You shall make a
fine carpet to some waste-extraction room." As they traded insults, the
Master became aware he was perspiring, realizing that it had grown quite
warm in the office. *I didn't thing I had become this worked up,* he
thought. Thul'ru turned to T'boc, who still remained silent throughout
their verbal exchange. Eyes still closed, and Thul'ru's acute hearing
picked up very slow breathing.
"I really don't care if you answer me or not, for I will get the
information I need from your companions when we apprehend them." said
the Master, "and it will only be a matter of time until we do," he
added, full of himself and his overflowing self-confidence.
Thul'ru knew continuing to badger the station Master was courting death,
but he no longer cared. The Master's hand dropped from the rifle, and
Thul'ru slightly flinched, expecting his demise to come. Instead, the
Master dropped back into his chair, eyes bulging wide open, as if in
horror or pain beyond conception. His mouth agape, but uttered no
sounds save a few short gasps.
Looking closer, Thul'ru saw a single tear roll it's way down the
Maters' cheek. The glimpse of Thul'ru's face was the last sight the
Master saw before the Scepter came to claim him.
Beside Thul'ru, T'boc exhaled a long breath, regarded the Master, who
now was slumped over the back of the chair lifeless. Quietly, T'boc
muttered to Thul'ru, "It is done. But I ask that you do not discuss
what has happened." Thul'ru took an involuntary step back,
understanding what had happened. He had heard stories about Vulcan
mysticism, and their tales of those who mastered the mind disciplines.
"T'boc, I am once again grateful to you and your crewmates." said the
Kzin. Still shaken somewhat, even for a Kzin warrior.
[SNIP]
"Are you sure this is the right way, DARRIEN?" asked J.C. Feeling
lightly uncomfortable at their new farce. Walking unarmed in the lead,
Loren guided them from the rear to the Master's office, occasionally
poking and prodding his 'prisoner' in the back with his own rifle.
*I'll get you later, Loren.*
"I'm sure. Just shut-up and let me do the talking." said the Counselor.
J.C. turned and shot him a stern glance, but then eased up. Rank had
dissolved between the two as they had come to see life and death
together in the recent months.
Reaching the doors, J.C. and Loren paused while Darrien touched
the door page. Nothing happened, frowning, Loren tried a second time.
The doors opened to them, showing T'boc with a rifle aimed at them, and
Thul'ru standing ready to pounce. The Master lay motionless in his
chair, presumable dead.
"What happened," both asked in chorus. Thul'ru eased his posture.
T'boc came to attention, and spoke in almost a whisper.
"Sirs, as a former Kolinahru Master, I regret my actions. I ask that we
not discuss it further." J.C.'s mouth dropped in shock. Recalling bits
of T'boc's service record in his mind, J.C. remembered he had gone
through the standard training of all Vulcans, but didn't remember
anything about the advanced disciplines. And T'boc was still considered
a youth at 65, barely old enough to be a Master."
"O.K., let's get out of here..." said the CSO.
Submitted,<br>
Mike Dailey<br>
splatter2@qtm.net<br>
********
* NRPG *
********
K.T. - Take it from here... there's time to wrap this up, then us be
back on our ships before 1340.
RE: Hal... I liked 2010 better than 2001. IMHO.
Cheers!
Mike D.
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= Lt., j.g. J.C.M. Allard CSO USS FEYNMAN Alt.Starfleet.RPG =
+ Lt. [Dr.] D'doj Zzawj Ckorji - UNASSIGNED SILVER FLEET +
= Lcdr. Jordon Kabreigny CNS USS BURKE GREEN FLEET =
+ Lcdr. Ion Steiner L.C. SFDITF TEAM ALPHA-1 SFDITF +
= Capt. Johan Bauer COMSFDITF "All I ask is a tall ship..." =
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