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Kytan Duandir XO HRSS St. Jude<br> | Kytan Duandir XO HRSS St. Jude<br> | ||
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<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Tallyho!</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by | |||
Andrew Catterick 8-4-1997</h4> | |||
SD:90804.1430<br> | |||
<i> | |||
>For an instant everyone remained still, most had never heard the low | |||
>pitch whine before, but then a calm voice confirmed the alert. "Red | |||
>Alert! Red Alert! All hands to battle stations, this is not a drill, I | |||
>repeat, this is not a drill." The admiral moved to the podium. "It | |||
>seems some of our new neighbours have come calling and they don’t seem | |||
>the friendly type. You have enough time to beam out to your ships. | |||
>Make it fast."<br> | |||
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Zane hit his commbadge. "Zane to FEYNMAN. Begin emergency beamout of | |||
all FEYNMAN Personnel. Lock on to my signal and the eight around me and | |||
beam directly to the bridge." | |||
Materializing on the bridge of the FEYNMAN Zane was met with controlled | |||
chaos as junior officers made way at their stations for their | |||
superiors. "Status." Zane ordered as he lowered himself into his | |||
chair. | |||
"Multiple inbounds emerging from the sack at gridpoint 38-ai2. Variety | |||
of classes ranging from fighters to corvettes." | |||
"Close the distance Mr. Jerran." | |||
"Aye sir, coming round to 313 mark 79 increasing speed to full | |||
impulse." In the background the chatter of fighters and Starfleet | |||
vessels filled the bridge. | |||
"Tactical." The main viewscreen flashed to show the graphic | |||
representation of what was happening. "They don’t seem to be heading | |||
for the base." Zane said. | |||
"Decided to get us out of the way and then have carte blanche on | |||
ZINDERNEUF?" Maril didn’t sound convinced. The enemy was going to have | |||
a hard enough time dealing with TFZ, the DEFENDER and various fighter | |||
wings. If by some act of the gods a sizable portion managed to survive | |||
a victory against the Starfleet ships they would surely find the | |||
defenses of the outpost formidable. | |||
Already the lead elements of the two forces had smashed into each other | |||
and small explosions flashed amongst the twisting and turning fighters | |||
trying to gain the advantage on each other. Any semblance of order that | |||
the two fleets might have had had already been lost. | |||
The ship rocked as an enemy fighter trying to get away from a pursuer | |||
deflected off of FEYNMAN’s shields Before being impaled by phaser fire | |||
from two marine fighters. | |||
"No damage, shields holding." Allard confirmed from his station. | |||
"Concentrate on the larger craft for now Mr. Allard. Fire at will. | |||
Mr. Jerran try not to get in the way of any shots from the DEFENDER." | |||
They all remembered what one shot from the vast Husnock ship had done to | |||
an AGAMEMNON Battlecruiser. FEYNMAN wouldn’t stand a chance. | |||
As if to emphasize his understanding Jerran took the ship into a tight | |||
corkscrew bringing the nimble destroyer behind the closest corvette. | |||
Before the smaller ship’s gun turrets had even finished spinning around | |||
to meet the new threat precision fire at the hands of Lt. Allard had | |||
removed it from the battlefield. "Next." He said with a satisfied | |||
grin. | |||
<<<NRPG>>> | |||
Have fun | |||
Respectfully, | |||
Andy | |||
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___________________________________________________________ | |||
-Captain Zane, Commanding, USS FEYNMAN | |||
-Commodore Robert Steele, Commanding TF ZINDERNEUF | |||
-Commander Horatio Sinclair, Fleet Intelligence, BLUE Fleet | |||
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">SB EPSILON: Bad Start to a First Day</h3> | <h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">SB EPSILON: Bad Start to a First Day</h3> |
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