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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>
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>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


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