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<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Getting Out</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by | |||
Kevin Thigpen 3-17-1997</h4> | |||
SD: 90317.1413<br> | |||
MD: 5.1130--5.1300<br> | |||
Scene: Xanthandi Supply Outpost<br> | |||
Station 'Masters' office<br> | |||
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. | |||
<nowiki>---------------------------------------------------------</nowiki><br> | |||
"J.C., wait. We may not have far to go." | |||
Turning J.C. looked quizzically at the counselor. With eyes narrowing, | |||
"What do you have in mind?" | |||
"With T'boc's help, I think I can access the station's comm system. With | |||
all the ships floating around out there. There has to be some relatively | |||
heavy comm traffic. We could piggyback a signal to the HARBINGER and they | |||
would never notice it...hopefully." | |||
"I believe the counselor is right," chimed in T'boc. | |||
Allard thought for a moment. "Alright do it." He didn't relish the | |||
thought of another trip through the station right now. | |||
[SNIP] | |||
Hours seemed to pass as T'boc and Loren labored at the ODN junction | |||
combination comm relay unit behind the wall in the Master's office. | |||
The group had taken refuge several meters behind the wall. According to | |||
T'boc, the Master wasn't dead just yet, but had come pretty close. Still, | |||
continuing to discuss the matter almost seemed to make the Vulcan | |||
uncomfortable. | |||
"I believe we have it, sir," finally responded T'boc. | |||
"Alright stand ready men," ordered Allard. | |||
With a little trepidation he nodded to T'boc to activate the jerry-rigged | |||
system. | |||
With Vulcan calm T'boc tapped out their text message. A few seconds | |||
passed and then a few more seconds. | |||
Allard was obviously getting nervous. Loren was showing signs of worry | |||
about the plan too. Only Thul'ru and T'boc sat motionless waiting for a | |||
return signal. | |||
The exposed panel began blinking...once...twice...then several times more. | |||
"I don't recognize the code, but I think they're acknowledging | |||
us," reported T'boc. | |||
"The HARBINGER?" questioned Loren. | |||
"It would have to be, sir. The number of light flashes corresponds to the | |||
exact number of people in our team that originally left the FEYNMAN. Of | |||
course this is not conclusive evidence." | |||
"Okay, then. Send them our coordinates, T'boc. We really don't have much | |||
of a choice in this matter." | |||
In a low growl Thul'ru said, "And hope the transporters don't malfunction | |||
this time." | |||
T'boc tapped out the appropriate code on the panel along with coordinates | |||
and the number for beam out. He excluded Loren from the count. | |||
Moments later a response came in the form of several more light flashes. | |||
"Hmmm...seven light flashes. Either that means seven seconds to beam out | |||
or something I know not what," stated T'boc. | |||
"If that's the case, I better take my leave now then. I still have some | |||
unfinished business here," piped in Loren. | |||
As Loren took several steps back away from the group, Allard stood in the | |||
confined space to express his concern. Leaving the counselor on the | |||
station alone was not high on his list of things he wanted to do. | |||
Nevertheless, Allard only had time to open his mouth before the beam | |||
grabbed them. | |||
Once again, Loren turned his attentions to the mission, now that his | |||
crewmates were safe...or so he hoped. | |||
Respectfully submitted,<br> | |||
Kevin Thigpen<br> | |||
[NRPG: This was sort of quick, but I had to get it out. Well, we are all | |||
caught up now. I guess we can return to Andy's post where the FEYNMAN is | |||
picking up those bursts of weapons fire. Take it away Joseph.] | |||
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *<br> | |||
Ens. Loren Landers *<br> | |||
USS FEYNMAN CNS *<br> | |||
* *<br> | |||
Commander Kweee Hwichk *<br> | |||
SFDIPTF XO *<br> | |||
* *<br> | |||
Lt. Conrad Robicheaux (Ro'bo'sho) *<br> | |||
SFDIPTF Cultural Attache *<br> | |||
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *<br> | |||