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<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Burning Down the House</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Kristen Gant 8-1-1997</h4> | |||
Stardate: 90801.1622<br> | |||
Scene: Krysa’s Quarters<br> | |||
Krysa looked over at the water bubbling happily in the pan as it set on a | |||
hot plate. She picked up the dried pasta and dumped it in, then stirred it | |||
briefly. *This is easy!* she thought with a smile. | |||
She lifted the lid of the pan next to the boiling water and breathed in | |||
the steam which rose from inside. She frowned slightly. It wasn’t exactly | |||
what she expected... Certainly it didn’t smell like Bat’s always did. | |||
Perhaps something was missing. She looked at the various spices she had | |||
laying around the table and shrugged not sure where to begin. | |||
Finally she gave up and dumped them all in the pot stirring it carefully, | |||
then replacing the lid. She fiddled with the controls on the hot plate one | |||
more time and then headed over to her desk to do more paperwork. After | |||
all, as she had read somewhere.. ‘A watched pot never boils.’ | |||
She frowned as she noticed her request for more personnel had been | |||
returned, ‘Denied’. She supposed she shouldn’t be surprised. With the | |||
upheaval of Silver it was getting harder to get the things they needed. | |||
Particularly now that the FEYNMAN was based virtually right in the ‘sack'. | |||
Taking a deep breath she rewrote her request, still asking for the same | |||
things only giving it a much more urgent tone. Who knew... maybe it would | |||
help. It certainly couldn’t hurt! | |||
Her comm badge beeped and she tapped it, "Jenn here." | |||
<Hey Krysa,> Jerran’s voice rang out. <Thought you might like to know the | |||
ENDEAVOUR is coming in. We’ll have her on our viewscreens any minute now.> | |||
"Oh great! I’ll be right up," Krysa said pushing back her chair. While she | |||
loved the FEYNMAN and her crew as much as the others, she couldn’t help | |||
but be a little jealous of the luxurious Endeavor-class starship. | |||
She pushed her chair in and hurried to the door. Then she stopped, Oops, | |||
almost forgot ..˛ She spun around and grabbed her PADD, as long as she was | |||
going to the bridge she might as well, send in her request from the | |||
communication terminal there.. it would go much faster. Then she hurried | |||
out of her quarters. | |||
<nowiki>***</nowiki><br> | |||
"Hmm, she is beautiful, isn’t she," Krysa smiled. | |||
"Thinking of transferring to a larger ship, Commander?" Jerran said | |||
looking over at her. | |||
"Don’t count on it Mr. Jerran." she quipped. | |||
"I was only asking out of concern for my shuttles." | |||
Suddenly there was an alert signal from tactical. Zane, who had been | |||
sitting in the center seat looked up at the young ensign. | |||
"We have a fire on board sir." | |||
"A fire??" All eyes turned to the young man. Fire’s couldn’t start on the | |||
ship they had fire protection to prevent that. | |||
"Yes sir, a fire. I’m rerouting to put it out." | |||
"Where is it?" | |||
"Umm .." the young man said throwing a quick glance toward the ops | |||
station. "It’s in Commander Jenn’s quarters .." | |||
Krysa’s eyes widen, "Oh no .." she whispered, "My sauce .." | |||
Regards,<br> | |||
Lt.Commander Krysa Jenn<br> | |||
OPS/2O, USS FEYNMAN<br> | |||
<nowiki>***</nowiki><br> | |||
NRPG: Okay it’s pure entertainment :)<br> | |||
