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-Commodore Robert Steele, Commanding TF ZINDERNEUF<br> | -Commodore Robert Steele, Commanding TF ZINDERNEUF<br> | ||
-Commander Horatio Sinclair, Fleet Intelligence, BLUE Fleet<br> | -Commander Horatio Sinclair, Fleet Intelligence, BLUE Fleet<br> | ||
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Swimming Against the Tide - Part 2</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by | |||
Michael "Mike" Dailey 9-1-1997</h4> | |||
SD:90828.1700<br> | |||
Scene: Medieval Fort, Holodeck<br> | |||
<I> | |||
> >"Aye, the Lord sends his due compliments, but cannot attend<br> | |||
> >due to matters with the regiment. In lieu, he sends his<br> | |||
> >trusting second, at your service." Rory returned his<br> | |||
> >sword bowing to the assembled senior officers.<br> | |||
>"Mr. Heywood do you want to run that one by me again?" Zane's peevish and<br> | |||
>bitter, razor-edged tone sliced through the merry composure of the young man.<br> | |||
> "Just exactly why is the senior security officer not at the senior<br> | |||
> officer’s briefing as he was ordered." Zane asked more calmly than he felt.<br> | |||
</I> | |||
Like any green Ensign on his first posting, Rory had heard of the strange | |||
quirks and oddities abound the FEYNMAN and of her commander, but a vivid | |||
image of Captain William Bligh appeared to him. Feeling quite vulnerable, | |||
Rory came to attention. | |||
"Lt. Allard asked me to go in his place as part of me trainin, Sair." | |||
Maril's menacing look offered no reprisal. "I'm ta be graded on how I | |||
represent security at the briefing and the presentation of it at the | |||
security briefing tomorrow at oh-eight thirty, Sair." His struggle to | |||
maintain his confidence withheld, barely, in spite of feeling as thought | |||
he was the main course for a Klingon Rath'kli dinner (e.g., LARGE tiger). | |||
<I> | |||
> "Did you have any idea of this commander?" Zane asked sure that his<br> | |||
> FO would have cleared it with him before authorizing it.<br> | |||
><br> | |||
> "No sir. I did not."<br> | |||
><br> | |||
> "Mr. Heywood I realise you’re here because your immediate superior<br> | |||
> ordered you to be here. However the senior staff briefing is specifically<br> | |||
> for senior officers, hence the name. Would you please go back to security<br> | |||
> and inform Mr. Allard that if he is in this briefing in the next five minutes<br> | |||
> I will consider him late rather than disobeying orders."<br> | |||
</I> | |||
"Ulp.." Rory swallowed hard. "Orders received an' understood, Sair!" | |||
Barked Rory. A nod from Maril released him, fleeing from the Holodeck. | |||
> Maril took pity and called for the arch allowing him to bypass the scenario<br> | |||
> imposed distance. <br> | |||
[SNIP] | |||
Leaving his quarters, J.C. tugged at the sword belt that had moments ago | |||
rested upon Rory's hip. Glad they were of nearly identical stature, Rory | |||
had suggested he don the his costume rather than wait to replicate another, so as | |||
to be properly attired. | |||
The lift doors opened onto the holodeck corridor, as J.C. started to exit, | |||
slamming himself into the form of Bat Durensten. | |||
"Sorry, Bat. I wasn't looking." apologized J.C. The unofficial rec. officer | |||
harrumphed, indicating to the holodeck 2 behind him. | |||
"Don't worry yourself, Justin. Just watch your back in there! Quite a few | |||
ungrateful sharks with big heads in circling for prey in there." J.C. shot | |||
him a confused and curious look, | |||
"Are you o.k.. Bat?" inquired the CSO? Many times Bat had provided much | |||
needed console for a down-trodden J.C. | |||
"Oh.. nothing you can do, but thanks." mumbled Bat. "Something I need to | |||
work out between myself and someone else. For now, it's off to the Station." | |||
"A little R&R, huh?" asked J.C. jokingly, but the grave look upon Bat's eyes told | |||
a much different story. | |||
"Afraid not, Justin. I've been given the 'official boot'." Shaking his head as he | |||
turned for the lift, "You know, if I could just turn the clock back a few years. | |||
Justin, I wish we could trade places." The words trailed as the lift swallowed the | |||
older CSO up. J.C. inwardly laughed at the irony of his last comment, *I wouldn't | |||
be so sure of that,* he thought. | |||
Glancing at his wrist chrono, he saw a full seven minutes had passed. A glimmer | |||
of haste filled J.C., but quickly vanished with anger. *To HELL with the bloody | |||
TYRANT! There's no pleasing his royal ARSE!* After the briefing, J.C. looked | |||
forward to having it out once and for all with Captain Ardik Thorsen! Make him | |||
look like a fool in front of his people, will he. Blast him, anyway. If the | |||
game is hardball, J.C. had ample fuel in his logs to throw into the fire. | |||
Frustration fed his anger, until reaching the deck door, J.C. paused to take a | |||
few deep breaths. | |||
> -----------------------------<br> | |||
> 10 Minutes later.<br> | |||
Taking a seat beside Loren, J.C. felt reminiscent of a human pin-cushion, | |||
as daggers and spears were looked upon him by Maril and Zane. Indifference | |||
returned, J.C.'s concentration was focused upon the three unfamiliar faces | |||
in the room.<br> | |||
<I> | |||
> With all the senior staff and FEYNMAN’s three guests sitting at the oak<br> | |||
> table Zane began. "Before the briefing gets underway I’d like to<br> | |||
> introduce our guests. They will be remaining on board and will be<br> | |||
> participating in the mission to varying degrees." He gestured to the<br> | |||
> two temporal officers. =91First, are Major’s Flint and Stone of the<br> | |||
> Federation Temporal Division." That name got everyone’s attention.<br> | |||
> "And to my left, Lt. James Cardiff."<br> | |||
</I> | |||
He had heard the station FCO's name here and there before, but never actually | |||
met. As for the other two, their names and titles were equally mystifying. | |||
<nowiki>*Temporal Division?*</nowiki>, what was SFE up to now? he wondered. | |||
<I> | |||
> He paused before continuing. "The gist of it is this. Even though<br> | |||
> we beat the attacker’s back we did not win the battle, the real battle.<br> | |||
> Neither did they but they are certainly on the edge of doing so. The<br> | |||
> whole thing was a diversion for one action. They wanted the DEFENDER to<br> | |||
> fire on them. They needed the massive amounts of energy that DEFENDER<br> | |||
> had to trigger their plan. To power a jump back in time." Again the<br> | |||
> captain paused to let the magnitude sink in. "They have gone back in<br> | |||
> time to disrupt a trial of a Starfleet admiral, their god. If they are<br> | |||
> successful then this time-line will end. We are going back in time to<br> | |||
> stop them." He gestured to Cardiff. "Lieutenant." All eyes turned to<br> | |||
> the older officer for the details.<br><br> | |||
</I> | |||
J.C.'s mouth momentarily held agape, as were most of the senior staff's. | |||
All other thoughts instantly diminished in one breath. The Academy class in | |||
Temporal Mechanics (which he barely had scraped through,) re-envisioned itself, | |||
as were the strict regulations regarding the practice that had been drummed and | |||
drilled into every Cadet's head for the past 150+ years. | |||
In theory, the slingshot effect could be used, but the slightest miscalculation | |||
on any one of a hundred variables would send the ship into the heart of the star | |||
instead of skirting it's gravity field. Partial shock, partial inquisitive | |||
amazement focused J.C. on Lieutenant Cardiff's report. | |||
Submitted,<br> | |||
Mike Dailey<br> | |||
splatter2@qtm.net<br> | |||
<nowiki>******** | |||
* NRPG * | |||
********</nowiki> | |||
On with the show. Dawe, great mission premise! This one will go down in ASR history! | |||
Cheers!<br> | |||
Mike Dailey<br> | |||
+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=<br> | |||
+ But that dread of something after death, the undiscovered +<br> | |||
= country from whose bourn no traveler returns, puzzles the =<br> | |||
+ will, and makes us rather bear those ills we have than fly +<br> | |||
= to others that we know not of..." Hamlet =<br> | |||
+ +<br> | |||
= Lt., j.g. J.C.M. Allard CSO USS FEYNMAN Alt.Starfleet.RPG =<br> | |||
+ Lt. [Dr.] D'doj Zzawj Ckorji - UNASSIGNED SILVER FLEET +<br> | |||
= Lcdr. Jordon Kabreigny CNS USS BURKE GREEN FLEET =<br> | |||
+ Lcdr. Ion Steiner L.C. SFDITF TEAM ALPHA-1 SFDITF +<br> | |||
= Capt. Johan Bauer COMSFDITF "All I ask is a tall ship..." =<br> | |||
+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=<br> | |||
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: It's A Tough Job</h3> | <h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: It's A Tough Job</h3> | ||
