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Been quiet lately, but I can understand this. RL's been kicking my butt
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* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *<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>
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: In Other Places</h3>
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by
Kevin Thigpen 3-28-1997</h4>
Stardate: 90328.2139<br>
Scene: Xanthandi Supply Station<br>
MD: 5.1700<br>
"What do you mean nothing's working?" screamed the Master.
The control room of the station was in complete disarray. Open access
panels and exposed conduits lined nearly every available wall. Tecs
milled about running diagnostics on those pieces of equipment not
completely unsalvageable. It had been hours since the renegade HARBINGER
had departed the station as well as the mysterious trader named Darien.
In those few hours though the Master had watched his station as well as
several docked ships fall apart. It was complete and utter insanity as
the ships that had tried to escape had collided with each other causing
even more damage. Already the lower docking pylon had been hit by an
errant ship and ripped from the station.
Emergency control systems had kicked in sealing the entire lower half of
the station preventing the hull breach from ripping the whole station
apart. Unfortunately, less than half an hour later these same backup
systems then succumbed to the mysterious breakdowns themselves.
To top it all off, a supply ship had departed at about the same time as
the HARBINGER. Odds were good that it was out there experiencing the same
breakdowns. The Master was hoping against hope that whatever the reasons
were for the destruction of his station that it wouldn't spread to the
supply convoy to which the supply ship was headed.
"Sir." A voice not quite having that sound of a man but lacking that
quality identifying it as a boys interrupted the Master's reverie.
Turning with a look of anger held back by the thinnest of barriers, the
Master faced the young Xanthandi.
"We've located the problem. It appears the station is infested with
nanites." The boy stood his ground awaiting the next response from the
Master.
"I see...is there anything that can be done about this...infestation?"
The Master's voice had taken an amazingly calm tone; in direct opposition
to his prior behavior.
The young Xanthandi thought for a moment. "High levels of gamma radiation
could kill the nanites, but we would have to evacuate the station for
several hours afterwards to impose clean-up procedures."
"That is not an option right. How many ships do we still have that are
functional and appear not to be infested with these things?"
"Sir, there are six ships that do not seem to be infected by the nanites,
but several of them sustained some damage in dealing with the HARBINGER."
The Master turned back to a nearby viewport and looked out as if in
thought.
"How soon can they be made ready to pursue the HARBINGER?"
The young Xanthandi replied, "The ships can be made ready in about 20
hours."
"Get on it, now. I will lead the pursuit personally and when we catch
these traitors..." the Masters voice trailed.
[SNIP]<br>
Scene: Master's Office<br>
"And what happened with this trader Darien?"
Solor shifted uneasily in the Master's presence. His failures were
obvious and laying the blame on someone else was impossible. As the
Master's first he had failed miserably and now he was answering to these
mistakes.
"Apparently, he escaped. Possibly in collaboration with whoever was
running the HARBINGER. My guess is he is the one who planted the
nanites."
The Master waved his hand nonchalantly and stood. "No matter. Soon I'll
have them all."
"Yes, sir. Of course you will, but what about the men we leave on the
station. With only six ships, we cannot carry the entire contingent of
personnel on the station. Command is ordering all available ships to
return to Xanthandi space. In addition, we don't even know where the
HARBINGER is right now."
"Solor, tsk, tsk. Do you doubt my abilities? We will find the HARBINGER
and as for the men on the station, we will not be leaving them. At least
not, the able bodied ones. Furthermore, command is staffed by fools. I
am the Master here, or is there something you would care to say about that
too?"
Solor could feel a sudden chill in the room upon hearing the Masters
words. Quietly he reminded himself of the sheer evil that was the
Master's center.
"Of course not. Is there anything else you require of me, sir?"
The Master turned to face Solor and said, "The trader Darien escaped right
under your nose. You are a very good first and I really would hate to
lose you, but mistakes like that are costly."
Smiling the Xanthandi known only as the Master sat behind his desk.
"Leave me now Solor."
Solor stepped towards the doors leading back into the control room
breathing a nearly audible sigh of relief.
Seconds later, outside in the control room, tecs continued to mill around
attempting to fix this or that. Everyone stopped momentarily as the
sounds of a Ravager Rifle split the air. But they only stopped for a
moment before continuing on with their duties with an increased sense of
urgency.
Back in the Master's office, he silently ordered the computer to increase
the airflow ventilation through his office. The smell of burnt meat
permeated the air and the Master was no barbarian after all.
Activating a rarely used panel on his desk he retrieved a small case and
flipping it open began entering his access code. Fortunately for him, the
case and its components operated completely independently from the
station. Quickly and with considerable relish, he activated a small
transmitter contained within the case.
Within subspace a signal raced towards its destination. In a final
completion of its duty it activated a transceiver which in turn sent a
burst transmission of its own back along the route of its counterpart. All
of this taking only microseconds to complete.
The Master smiled again with even more relish than before as the symbols
on the small control panel within the case indicated that he had found the
HARBINGER.
In 20 hours, he would have his revenge.
Respectfully submitted,<br>
Kevin Thigpen<br>
[NRPG: Come on guys...did you really think this Xanthandi would take this
lying down. I hate to put a deadline on you Jason, but before long the
FEYNMAN might could use some of that Housnock tech.<G>
I figured the Xanthandi would have some way to track their own ships.]
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *<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>
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