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<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Back In The Saddle</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by | |||
Kevin Thigpen 8-16-1997</h4> | |||
Stardate: 90816.1459<br> | |||
Scene: Bridge<br> | |||
MD: During the intense battle<br> | |||
Loren gripped the sides of his seat as the FEYNMAN rocked violently. In | |||
the background, Loren could hear and feel the voices of his fellow | |||
officers focusing on the battle in which they were mired. | |||
Koreth, shouting something about the shields and SIF, couldn't drown out | |||
Captain Zane's booming commands. Maril, off to the side, calmly punched | |||
up schematics on his display. | |||
Outwardly, both Zane and Maril projected that tension free look, but Loren | |||
could feel the turmoil underneath. To varying degrees the rest of the | |||
crew also projected the same facade. | |||
The counselor could feel the stress mounting, but also the sense of flight | |||
or fight the crew was experiencing. Right now, the FEYNMAN was more in | |||
line with the fight mode of that particular syndrome, and fighting well as | |||
far as Loren could determine. | |||
Then, he felt the presence of the massive craft and the beings it | |||
contained before Krysa even reported it on the sensors. Without even | |||
thinking, Loren reached over grabbing Zane's forearm as the sheer | |||
malevolence of the craft's intent washed over him. | |||
Zane's eyes darted quickly over to the youthful counselor as the he felt | |||
the man's grip close over his arm. Loren, eyes closed, took a sharp | |||
intake of breath, as if he'd been suffocating for a few moments. | |||
"Counselor?" began Zane, taking a very short reprieve from tossing orders | |||
as the FEYNMAN tore frantically at it's current top sublight speed back | |||
to the base. | |||
Lost in the mind's eye, Loren shuddered slightly as the psychic phenomenon | |||
of the alien craft passed over him. Coming out of the strange trancelike | |||
state, Loren licked his lips before speaking. | |||
"We've played right into their hands," quietly spoke Loren. | |||
Respectfully submitted,<br> | |||
Kevin Thigpen<br> | |||
Lt(jg) Loren Landers<br> | |||
USS FEYNMAN CNS<br> | |||
[NRGP: Well, here's my two cents :). So what's going on with this | |||
attack? I'm just dying to know, you know <BG>. Also, why do I feel there | |||
should be some sort of ominous music playing in the background?] | |||
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"Nature uses only the longest threads to weave her patterns, so each small<br> | |||
piece of her fabric reveals the organization of the entire tapestry."<br> | |||
---Richard Feynman<br> | |||
Is there evil in the universe?<br> | |||
<nowiki>---Anonymous<br> | |||
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