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USS FEYNMAN: Going Native

by Joseph Baker 8-1-1996

SD: 80801.0432 (GMT)
MD: 6.?
Scene: Pirate Base, just outside of the cargo bay

Maril was the first of the group of FEYNMAN "pirates" to barrel out of the cargo bay, taking on his pirate Captain persona and shouting orders to his crew, many of which were in the form of Tamarian orders which even the resourceful LT Jerran had trouble placing. He just nodded and followed his "skipper" out of the hold.

The FCO had decided to take on the persona of a half Romulan pirate who had just recently come accross the neutral zone after the situation was becoming a little too hot for his line of work. Luckily, his little adventure with a real Romulan pirate while the FEYNMAN had visited Earth left him with quite a bit of source material to base his own dramatis personae on.

While in the company of the legendary Captain tr'Khnialmnae, Jerran had learned that Rihannsu pirates tended to be somewhat extravagant in their manner, yet they had a subtle wit that was as sharp as the swords they tended to wear at their sides, and they wielded both with equal skill.

Jerran had decided to forgo the saber for practicality's sake, but his clothes, though still somewhat scraggly, were alittle bit better than most of the crew. He had also decided to remove his usual ear decoration, deciding to emerse himself more into the part of the Rihannsu pirate than a Bajoran raider. All in all, because of his intense military history thus far, the latter would have been much more difficult to pull off.

A group of pirates walked by the FEYNMAN crew, sneering at them as they passed. Maril snarled equally well, and then turned back to his crew to bark some more orders, feigning the unloading of a phantom ship. One of the passing pirates, though, was not amused by Maril's return growl, and when the commander turned back around, he had a large, scaly Gorn staring down at him with dark red, gleeming, faceted eyes.

The Gorn clicked something in the back of its mouth angrily and said, "You got a problem, Tamarian?" He emphasized his anger by grabbing Maril by the collar and lifting him up off the ground. "Cause I'm sure I can fix whatever ails you."

Maril didn't reply, he just simply snarled again and slammed his arms against the bottom of the Gorn's powerful wrists, causing the green pirate to drop the Commander, who immediately rebounded back up with a fist to the scaly chin. The Gorn flew back against a set of crates. He was just about to reach for a large laser pistol from his belt, but Jerran already had both the Bajoran phaser pistols out that he had tucked into a set of shoulder holsters under his jacket and pointed right at the Gorn's large head.

The "Romulan" smirked and said, "I can fix what ails him, too, with just a flick of my fingers."

Maril walked casually over to stand beside Jerran and said, "You'd better listen to Scout, Mister. Now, tell me where the person who's in charge of this joint is before I let him pull those triggers and send your face into Shareeka's realm by the sea of fire!"

The Gorn trembled slightly as he said, "Three levels up, in the Peg Leg Cantina."

Everyone else in the place had sense gone about their own business as Maril nodded to the Gorn and said, "See, that wasn't too hard. Now, let's go pay our respects to the dockmaster here."

Jerran was the last to fall in with the group as they walked away from the fallen Gorn, twirling his phasers arrogantly before shoving them back into the shoulder holsters.

He caught up with the Commander and the rest of the group in a farely deserted corridor on the way to the nearest lift and said, "Scout, Commander?"

"I was thinking of the Terran Boy Scouts, Lieutenant. They were supposed to have always been prepared, and with your show with those two phasers there, I thought the name fit," Maril said with a smitk as they neared the lift. "By the way, how many of those do you have on you?"

"Two Bajoran phasers and a pair of type I hand phasers, sir, in addition to various knives here and there."

"I rest my case, Scout." Maril said as the group entered the lift.

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* jobaker@chuma.cas.usf.edu       *    jbaker@deans2.cas.usf.edu           *
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* Joseph Baker                                                             *
* University of South Florida                                              *
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* Daisemi'in rhhaensuriuu            * Of the Chief parts of the           *
* meillunsiateve                     * Ruling Passion only this            *
* rh'e Mnhei'sahe yie ahr'en:        * Can be truly said:                  *
* Mnahe afw'ein qiuu,                * Hate has a reason for everything    *
* rh'e hweithnaef                    * But love is unreasonable            *
* mrht Heis'he ehl'ein qiuu          * --Rihannsu Proverb                  *
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USS FEYNMAN: Jones and Drake Have Arrived!

by Michael "Mike" Dailey 8-1-1996

SD:80801.0030
MD: 6.?
SCENE: Transporter 2, after meeting, before beam down.

After being briefed, all the 'Infiltration Team' members were dismissed to don their respective pirate-like costumes and report to Transporter 2 in 1/2 hour. On his way down to T.R.#2, J.C.'s lift stopped to let Mr. Tamarov in. As the lift resumed, both security men looked over each others pirate-garbs, and failed to contain their respective laughter.

"Belay that, Mr. Tamarov. Your getup is just as strange as mine.", J.C. tried to somber-up, but burst another partially-controlled laugh.

"Sorry, Sir. What does yours represent?" Alex looked at J.C. in the black military boots, dark brown pants, light brown shirt unbuttoned, faded hat, and strange weapons on a belt.

"This is one of my favorite literary characters from the 20th century. He was called Indiana Jones. His profession was Archeology, but he was quite a daring adventurer" J.C. adjusted his hat slightly, "These are from my personal collection," Alex opened his mouth to say something, but J.C. anticipated what he was going to say "and yes, I registered them with the Armory per regulations", gesturing to the two weapons on his belt.

"This whip is actually a Ferengi Neural whip, and this," he drew his sidearm with impressive speed, "is an authentic, working Colt .45 revolver six-shooter, complete with two "speed-loaders" replacement ammunition. Don't worry, I still have my pal with me." J.C. patted his Starfleet type I Phaser underneath his belt.

"What about your costume, Mr. Tamarov?" asked J.C. Tamarov, dressed also in black military boots, we sported black baggy trousers, a dark blue shirt, a black cape.

"Well, Sir. I couldn't decide, so this is a cross between a 18th century sailor and merchantman on Earth. Just call me Drake." With that, the lift stopped, doors opened, and J.C. gave Alex a slight nudge "After you, Mr. Drake. Off to the transporter room...."

(SNIP)

> SD: 80801.0432 (GMT)
> MD: 6.?
> Scene: Pirate Base, just outside of the cargo bay
>
> The "Romulan" smirked and said, "I can fix what ails him, too, with just a
> flick of my fingers."
>
> Maril walked casually over to stand beside Jerran and said, "You'd better
> listen to Scout, Mister. Now, tell me where the person who's in charge
> of this joint is before I let him pull those triggers and send your face
> into Shareeka's realm by the sea of fire!"
>
> The Gorn trembled slightly as he said, "THree levels up, in the Peg Leg Cantina."
>
> Everyone else in the place had sense gone about their own business as
> Maril nodded to the Gorn and said, "See, that wasn't too hard. Now, let's
> go pay our respects to the dockmaster here."

Mr. "Drake" Tamarov and J.C. "Jones" holstered their own weapons. Seeing Mr. Jerran's weapons, J.C. made a note to post the Starfleet regulation concerning all non-issue weapons aboard the starship, just as a reminder to the crew.

On their way, J.C. came up to their commander, whispering quietly, "Sir, I advise extreme caution. Keep a hand very close to your sidearm Sir. After what just happened, who knows what we may encounter." As if to emphasize Allard's point, as they approached the Peg Leg, out came two Romulans, definitely not in uniform. At first, they took no notice of the FEYNMAN 'pirates' and kept walking, until they caught sight of Lt. Jerran...

"I see what you mean, Ensign. We shall not be as Menzi at Sunderen Island", Maril. "Uh, yes Sir." replied J.C., still unaccustomed to the Tamarian's strange speech. ....

Submitted,
Ens. J.C. Allard
SEC-TAC USS FEYNMAN
Mike Dailey
Splatter2@qtm.net

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Well, not much, but it let's you know how adorable Alex and I look in our get-ups <EVBG> (Hmmm. FEYNMAN costume party?????) Jerran, watch those Romulans. They're DEFIANTLY not military..... All still on the ship, good luck!

CUL8R Mike/J.C.

USS FEYNMAN: Making a Housecall

by Andrew Catterick 8-1-1996

SD: 80801.1500
MD: 6.930
Scene: Bridge, USS TYPHOON

The bridge crew of the STORM class cruiser sat silently at their stations. With chronic understaffing all aboard worked double shifts, daily. None complained, although many wanted to, they knew that their only chance of ever getting back into the main fleets was to be seen as the excellent officers and NCOs they all believed themselves to be. But a double shift, seven days a week, quickly took its toll on a body. And as the TYPHOON plowed through the gravitational eddies and streams it remained blissfully unaware of its approaching cousin.

Captain Rimmer sat slumped in his command chair fighting to keep his eyelids open. He was one hour into his third shift in just over 22 hours and that coupled with the boredom and the gentle rocking of the ship as the stabilizers fought against the raging storm around them was conspiring against him.

Actually, it was Lt.Cmdr Gorliss' bridge shift but as usual Rimmer had relieved him half way through it. Part of the reason was with so little to do on the ship the Captain opted for the 'excitment' of being on the bridge, even if it meant staring at the same swirling storm for hours. But more to the point, Rimmer didn't trust his exec. The man was obviously waiting for a chance, any chance, to take command or at the very least take the glory. But soon it wouldn't matter anymore. The FEYNMAN was close, he could feel it. And as soon as he found her...

He chuckled softly as he stretched his arms over his head. *Tremaine and those two other fools too scared to come inside.* From the beginning, Rimmer had argued that they should have followed the FEYNMAN into the sack. Why chance it slipping by them on its return to EPSILON? But that coward Tremaine had counseled patience reminding them that Starfleet had determined large ships could become easy targets for the sporadic plasma charges that frequented the 'sack. And his two lapdogs, their heads bobbing up and down like the like the puppets they were had agreed.

Settling back into his chair he turned his gaze towards the viewscreen. His mind still drifting between stray thoughts, it did not begin to analyze the dull white patch that his eyes lazily followed. Several moments passed before the ship itself recognized the danger for what it was and dutifully alerted its masters.

"Sir! The helmsman shouted out as the collision alarms on his board started to ring out.

Rimmer's brain and eyes finally merged and realized what the growing white image on the viewscreen was..the underbelly of a Starfleet destroyer. "Hard to port! Sound collision! Fire all weapons!"

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Scene:Bridge, USS FEYNMAN

"Captain, sensors are picking up a disturbance coming through the storm almost directly below us. Range 10000m and closing...fast!"

"Helm, adjust course out of its path. What kind of disturbance lieutenant?" Zane rose from his chair and moved to stand in between the OPS and helm stations.

"The storm is really giving the sensors a hard time." Krsya replied as she tried to coax the DELPHI to be a little more helpful. "Just give me a second....there."

"Sir!" T'meg at the TAC/SEC station shouted out. "Identify a STORM Class cruiser directly below us and on a collision course!"

"Hard to starboard!"

"Going to full impulse and turning to starboard." T'jon replied from the helm, in the background Lt. Jenn could be heard sounding the collision warning.

"We're clear. She's behind us but facing the wrong way. They launched quite a volley at us just before we turned. It was lucky they missed." Jenn reported.

"Hail them." Zane ordered

"No response." The Vulcan NCO cooly replied

"Evasive."

"She's coming around. Phasers only, her shields at 67%" T'meg added.

"Return fire. Target weapons and shields. She can't go to warp in this soup so she's not going anywhere." Zane stumbled to his command chair as the part of the TYPHOON's second volly grazed along the primary hull.

"Shields at 87%. Firing." T'meg's calm voice rang out. The sound of the phasers pulsing through the ship and then lancing out at their attacker made the hairs on the back of Zane's neck tingle, he longed to be at the firing controls rather than sitting as a virtual spectator. "Hit. Target shields down to 42%, forward torpedo tubes are offline."

The ship shook as the FEYNMAN received another hit, this time on the secondary hull, aft.

"Aft shields down to 38%. Minor damage to shuttle bay, damage control teams have been dispatched."

"Coming to new course 135 mark 28."

"Firing."

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Scene:Bridge, USS TYPHOON

The bridge of the TYPHOON was not the calm and efficient environment of its counterpart. As Commander Gorliss emerged from the rear lift he was met with the sight of utter chaos at the center of which was Captain Arnold J. Rimmer. Rimmer had lost control and was now shouting out conflicting orders to the bridge crew who were ignoring him. Trying to get his bearing and take command of the situation Gorliss rushed over to the tactical station. It was too late. On the forward viewer the FEYNMAN banked up from the swirling gases putting itself right into the TYPHOON's path. "Hold on!"

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Scene:Bridge, USS FEYNMAN

"Hit. Target shields are down, weapons offline. Target is coming to a stop. We are being hailed."

"On screen."

[We Surrender! Hold your fire! I repeat, hold your fire!]

"Identify yourself."

[I am Lieutenant Commander Gorliss, executive officer...I have relieved the Captain and assumed command.] His nearly calm voice contrasted with the fear in his eyes.

[....traitor! You'll pay for this, I swear you'll pay!] Screamed a voice off screen.

[As soon as I realized what he was doing....I never wanted this to happen. We we're going after pirates...]

Zane motioned for the audio to be cut off. "Is it a trick?"

"Unlikely." Jenn replied. "They have heavy damage only some of which was caused by us, their running a skeleton crew, just under 200 and have moderate casualties. If its a trick it'll be a desperate one."

"Audio on." Zane ordered. "You've offered surrender and I accept. There are no terms. You will facilitate the movement of your crew. All injured will be conducted to sickbay and the surrounding triage areas. The rest of your crew will be moved to the main shuttle bay. Boarding parties will arrive momentarily to take command of your vessel. I am holding you personally responsible for the safety for both crews. Any tricks will be dealt with severely. FEYNMAN out."

Zane turned to the tactical station. "All boarding parties to their designated transporter rooms."

"Aye sir."

"Lt. Jenn you will lead the boarding."

"Sir?" The OPS officer seemed completely surprised

"Once their crew is safely secured away, seal the bulkheads around the shuttlebay and the medical decks, no point in letting them have any second thoughts. From there your priority is to get that ship up and running. I'm sure it will prove to be invaluable."

"Yes sir...on my way."

<<<NRPG>>> Besides the obvious security contingent, the boarding parties will consist of representatives from all parts of the ship but mostly medical and engineering.

Kristin its up to you as to who to take in terms of PCs but I'd guess you have about 100 NPCs. Have fun!

Hey, the Away Team can't have all the fun!

Respectfully,
Andy-->Wondering what type of damage Kristin can do with a cruiser under her command<EG>

-Commander Zane, Commanding Officer, USS FEYNMAN
-Commander Nigel Straun, TACFLEET Liason, INDIGO
-Commander Horatio Sinclair, Fleet Intelligence Officer, BLUE

USS FEYNMAN: A Busy Day

by Melanie Pocknall 8-1-1996

NRPG: Some slight backposts today.
SD: 80801.2305
MD: 5.1500
Conference room

The news conference had been going on for some minutes before a reporter asked, "How can you guarantee the safety of the civilians on board if these intruders can easily get past the ship's defenses?"

"We guarantee it if the civilians stay in their quarters when there is an intruder alert."

"But how did they get on the ship in the first place?" asked the same man.

"They weakened our shields and transported aboard."

"So what you're saying is, that if they try the same trick again, they could get aboard and this time, kill everyone on board?"

"It is a possibility but not likely."

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MD: 6.0200
Mission Briefing (partway through).

Lt Meleah stood up and faced the senior staff. "I have surveyed the area and I believe that there is a way in. The transporter will leave traceable readings if not properly masked. Therefore, due to the high amount of neutrino readings emanating from the surface, if we send out a stream of neutrons when the team transports, the signal should be disguised."

"Won't the beam be too concentrated?" asked J.C.

"The amount of neutrons needed will not be large enough for the pirates to detect any difference," replied Meleah.

"What about the subspace fields?" asked Zane.

"They can be bypassed by simulating the strong winds, which will blow one of the reactors into another, effectively short-circuiting the whole lot. The wind seems strongest to the port of the Feynman, and analysis on the reactors on that side seem to have been repaired the most recently."

"Sounds good," Zane commented. 'Where will the away team land?"

"There are several cargo bays off to one side of the base. I have scanned them, and very few life-forms go near that area. That is presumably where they hide their 'goods'. The one furthest away from the complex has been chosen as the transport sight."

"And have you chosen the science officer to accompany the away team?"

"I have chosen Ens. Rau Marak."

Scene: Transporter room 2

Ens. Rau entered, dressed rather scruffily and still retaining his ear-ring. He was of a rather imposing height, over six feet tall, and had the temper to match but he always needed to be provoked first. His 'name' was to be simply Dorian, the name of a rather obscure hero in Bajoran history. And as Rau excelled in a number of Bajoran martial arts, not to mention he was a great actor, he was the logical choice for the away team. He took his place with the others on the transporter platform and waited to be beamed down.

<<SNIP>>

Place: USS TYPHOON's bridge

Looking over the Typhoon's computers, Meleah had to rewire some of the connections that had got severed or burnt during the brief fight. The first thing they needed to access was the logs of the ship, then anything else that was possible. WO1 Koullan was working next to her, trying to access the computer core but not having much luck.

After about fifteen minutes, Meleah broke through the computer's defense and noticed something interesting in the logs. "Lt," she said to Krysa who was across the other side of the bridge, "it appears that the Captain has been planning his revenge on the Feynman. His last log, dated two days ago, recounts his disapproval at a decision which meant that they didn't follow us. It does not say where or when it was to have followed the Feynman."

Krysa leaned over and read part of the file for herself. "I think the Cmdr would be interested in this. Link the computer to the Feynman and send the logs over."

"Yes, sir. Lt Meleah to Chief T'Kal, prepare to make a link between computers."

[Aye, sir] came the reply.

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NRPG:

Forgot all about the press statements so I had to put one in. Also, I probably won't be on again until Monday so I made this post quite long to cover everything that had happened in the last couple of days.

Krysa - we've got the ship to ourselves (if you don't count Koreth in engineering). What fun we can have!! Poor Andy, left on the ship with only the doctor to keep him company.

Having great fun on the Typhoon,
Lt. Meleah, CSciO, USS FEYNMAN

Melanie Pocknall.

USS FEYNMAN: Catching Up

by Donna Hurley 8-2-1996

MD: 6.something

Ensign Lee quickly figured out that appropriate clothing for the pirates/raiders was basically anything with some sort of weaponry, usually visible and reported that finding at the meeting.

Scene: Lee Anna's quarters

Having decided to take on the character of a former Bajoran Raider who had found employment with a pirate Captain to be more profitable, Anna decided to find an appropriate costume for the part.

As Anna read through the ship's information about Bajoran Raider ships, she learned that there was one fashion that was prevalent among Bajoran Raiders, an old earth fashion, Jeans.

To go with the blue jeans, Anna picked out a black tee-shirt, Bajoran shoes and a belt which she could attach a phaser to. Anna changed into the costume quickly. Before adding the phaser to the belt; she made some modifications to it, to make it look like a Bajoran phaser, instead of a standard issue Star Fleet phaser.

Looking over the effect of the outfit in a mirror, Lee Anna realized that a Bajoran raider probably wouldn't wear their hair in a regulation style then she undid the braid she was wearing and combed her hair out. Then realizing that the half hour given to get into costume was almost up, she hurried off to the transporter room.

Scene: Pirate base, approaching "the Peg Leg"

> On their way, J.C. came up to their commander, whispering quietly,
> "Sir, I advise extreme caution. Keep a hand very close to your sidearm Sir.
> After what just happened, who knows what we may encounter." As if to
> emphasize Allard's point, as they approached the Peg Leg, out came two Romulans,
> definitely not in uniform.

> At first, they took no notice of the FEYNMAN 'pirates' and kept walking, until
> they caught sight of Lt. Jerran...
> > "I see what you mean, Ensign. We shall not be as Menzi at Sunderen Island", Maril.

> Uh, yes Sir." replied J.C., still unaccustomed to the Tamarian's strange speech...

Ensign Lee put her hand on her phaser as a precaution when she noticed the rather hostile look that the two Romulans had...

NRPG:

Sorry that this is post is so short but I have come across a real life problem, and this was all I had time for.

Donna Hurley
Ray.Hurley@ifbbs.synapse.net

USS FEYNMAN: Trouble Discovered, Trouble in Waiting

by Andrew Catterick 8-5-1996

SD: 80805.1100
Scene: Bridge, USS PHOENIX.

"I think we've found something sir." The OPS officer announced, somewhat relieved. With the FEYNMAN's entrance into the 'sack the four GREY Fleet ships had taken up a standard search/surveillance pattern around the nebula. They had programmed identical courses into their navigational computers and then had spread out at equal distance. Through this method they were able to maintain the widest surveillance net possible while still staying close enough so that when the FEYNMAN did emerge they would be close enough to strike. Unfortunately, the energy and gravity wells within the sack effectively blocked communications. To partially solve this problem, each ship would drop a modified logbuoy every three hours to be retrieved, and added to, by the next ship to pass. It was a crude method to relay information but it worked.

But the link had been weakened almost six hours ago when the logbouy from the USS TYPHOON was not in its assigned location. Three hours later the next buoy was missing. This presented the small taskforce with two options. They could dedicate at least one ship to break orbit and search for the TYPHOON. Or, they could assume the TYPHOON had broke ranks on its own and for now, not worry about it. The second option seemed to be the most viable choice but it did mean they had spread the net a little thin. It was now possible for the FEYNMAN to escape from the sack unseen. It wouldn't get far before one of the three ships spotted it but it would make pursuit all the more harder. It was imperative that the FEYNMAN be captured away from the watchful eyes of Starfleet.

"What did you find Lieutenant?" Tremaine asked.

"Sensors are showing an ion trail heading directly into the sack."

"Is it the TYPHOON'S?" He asked, knowing it was. He cursed Rimmer under his breath.

"Unable to ascertain. The TYPHOON's engine mixtures are unstable at best. The result is they don't have a specific engine signature in the normal sense. It will take some time to analyze these readings. But...yes, I'd say it was the TYPHOON."

"Very well. Ensign Kryton prepare a buoy with the new information and launch when ready."

"Aye sir."

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MD:6.600
Scene: Brig, USS FEYNMAN

Zane nodded a greeting to the security officer as he entered the brig. To his left, the would be invaders were now sleeping prisoners. "Any problems?"

"None sir." The young guard replied while his companion continued entering information into his desktop. "A little grumbling earlier but they've all been sleeping pretty peacefully since."

"Which one is in charge?"

"The one in the cell by himself. The chief thought it would be a good idea to keep him away from the others...seems to be the only one with any brains at all."

"Turn off the shield."

"Aye sir."

Zane entered the relatively roomy cubical and woke the pirate with a light thump on his back. The pirate made no reaction with the exception of opening one eye and staring up at Zane. "Who are you?"

"The Captain."

The pirate slowly dragged himself into a sitting position. "I've already told your goons everything I'm going to say so your wasting your time."

"Hungry?" Zane asked with a slight smile.

"Yeah." he answered cautiously.

The Captain jerked a thumb towards the door. "Lets go." As the two left the brig he shouted over his shoulder. "We'll be in 10-Forward if you need me."

<<<NRPG>>>

Just laying some ground work for a possible future...

Respectfully,
Andy-->Quiet Day

-LT.CMDR Tarsa Rogers, Unassigned
-CMDR Zane, Commanding Officer, USS FEYNMAN
-CMDR Nigel Straun, TACFLEET Liason Officer, INDIGO FLEET
-CMDR Horatio Sinclair, Fleet Intelligence Officer, BLUE FLEET

USS FEYNMAN: Trouble Discovered, Trouble in Waiting (Cont.)

by Michael "Mike" Dailey 8-5-1996

> The pirate slowly dragged himself into a sitting position. "I've
> already told your goons everything I'm going to say so your wasting your time."
>
> "Hungry?" Zane asked with a slight smile.
>
> "Yeah." he answered cautiously.
>
> The Captain jerked a thumb towards the door. "Lets go." As the
> two left the brig he shouted over his shoulder. "We'll be in 10-Forward
> if you need me."
>

As the Captain started to lead the prisoner out of detention, PO-1 Jerry Jonas dropped his mouth open for a few seconds. He caught himself, turned to Cadet Hensley sitting beside him for the shift, "Cadet, stay here. Don't leave." He reached into small arms locker under the desk for his sidearm.

"Aye, Sir.", Hensley said to Jonas. Zane had stopped at the door, and turned to Jonas.

"Sir, as Senior Security NCO on duty in Ens. Allard's absence, I have a responsibility for your protection. I cannot let you with the prisoner, unarmed or without an escort." Suddenly remembering his place, and lack of rank, Jonas came to strict attention. "Sir, with all due respect, those are departmental standing orders. Both Mr. Allard AND MR. Maril would have me before Mast if I were to neglect this, especially after their recent, uh pirate mishaps." He was trying to be sudtle in refering to Allard getting stunned and Maril getting whapped on the head. Jerry gulped slightly, and Cadet Hensley was intensely examining the ceiling....

Submitted,
Mike Dailey
Splatter2@qtm.net
Ensign J.C. Allard SEC-TAC - USS FEYNMAN - SILVER FLEET
Lieutenant D'doj Zzawj Ckorji, MD - CMO - USS CONSTITUTION - INDIGO FLEET

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SOMEBODY * has to watch your back, Andy..... <G>

Mike

USS FEYNMAN: Clearing Out the Garbage

by Kristen Gant 8-6-1996

Stardate: 80806.1310
Scene: USS TYPHOON
MD: 6.0600??

Krysa paced the bridge of the TYPHOON. Things seemed to be going very well, which had her on edge.

"Lt.," she said to Krysa who was across the other side of the bridge, "it appears that the Captain has been planning his revenge on the Feynman. His last log, dated two days ago, recounts his disapproval at a decision which meant that they didn't follow us. It does not say where or when it was to have followed the Feynman."

Krysa leaned over and read part of the file for herself. She had her own thoughts on what Rimmer had been upset about. She couldn't help remembering the coincidence of the Grey fleet being so close to the ring in their last mission. Tremaine had let them go that time conceding their victory, but if she was right about the dissension between the Grey fleet ships, letting them go could have been the think Rimmer was upset about. "I think the Cmdr would be interested in this. Link the computer to the Feynman and send the logs over."

"Yes, sir. Lt. Meleah to Chief T'Kal, prepare to make a link between computers."

[Aye, sir] came the reply.

She went back to pacing .. for once understanding some of what the commander went through as he waited for things to happen.

She hit her comm pin, "Lt. Koreth, how are things going down there?"

Krysa could hear the hint of a chuckle in his voice. And she grinned sheepishly, "Okay, just checking. Jenn out."

She saw Cartwright, who was working on some wiring under her station suppress a chuckle as well, and groaned, knowing that the young woman would probably take great pleasure in informing Terri of her state.

Krysa sighed and turned to Lt. Meleah, who seemed to take note, but showed no expression. She stepped up to the computer to watch the android work. She was amazing as her fingers flew like lightening across the control panel.

<Ens. Couprie to Lt. Jenn>

"Jenn here."

"Excellent, thank you Ensign." Krysa smiled. That was one less headache she had to deal with. Now that the ship was secure, they could concentrate their efforts on repairing the ship.

Regards,
Lt. Krysa Jenn

NRPG: I know it's very short and not to exciting, but I'm still getting caught up from my HD catastrophe (which isn't my fault, BTW) I finally got through all the Feynman stuff this morning. Many thanks to Andy who put up with my requests to find posts :}

I keep hoping to get completely caught up with everything… but you guys keep sending me posts!! (I'm in heaven, I love pulling out my hair :}

Kristen

USS FEYNMAN: Let's Make a Deal

by Andrew Catterick 8-6-1996

SD: 80806.0900
MD: 6.0610
Scene: Brig

> "Sir, as Senior Security Officer in Ens. Allard's absence, I have a responsibility for your protection. I
> cannot let you with the prisoner, unarmed or without an escort." Suddenly remembering his place, and lack of
> rank, Jonas came to strict attention. "Sir, with all due respect, those are departmental standing orders.
> Both Mr. Allard AND MR. Maril would have me before Mast if I were to neglect this, especially after their
> recent, uh pirate mishaps." He was trying to be sudtle in refering to Allard getting stunned and Maril
> getting whapped on the head. Jerry gulped slightly, and Cadet Hensley was intensely examining the ceiling.

Zane smiled and wondered if he had been this annoying when he was a green recruit out of the Academy. It was, after all, quite ironic. At the time he was completely sure that with out the protection of him and his staff the Captain was prime target for every threat, every crazy with a gun in, well, in the universe. And to make it worse, the Captain seemed to resent the security presence that was maintained.

Zane had never understood that until he had taken command himself. Now he was the one to be protected and it felt like he was being coddled. When he was the CSO he was sure that the Captain was not capable of protecting himself adequately. Why should he be? There must have been so much going on in his head, so many worries. But as CSO on the other hand, that was his prime focus, his reason for being. Of course now he knew he was perfectly capable of keeping himself safe but the security staff.....

"One guard, and I don't even want to know he is there."

"Yes sir." PO1 Jonas replied much relieved.

Zane gestured for the pirate leader, Mason to continue down the deck way as they resumed their conversation.

"It is good for your men to fear me Captain, but don't worry I'm not so foolish to attack you on your own ship. I know I'm beaten."

Zane ignored the fact that that was exactly what he had planned just a few hours ago "Oh I'm not worried. I allowed the guard for protection of my sanity not my being."

"Your sanity?" He asked puzzled.

"If I didn't allow it my first officer and security officer would nag me forever."

"Your men hold your protection very highly.." It was more than a statement but less than a question.

"Sometimes too much." Zane added ruefully. "Isn't it the same for you?"

"The only way my second will gain command is through my death...under any circumstances." Mason replied grimly.

____________________________
Scene:10-Forward

With ALPHA shift less than an hour away 10-Forward was bustling with activity as FEYNMAN staff stopped in for breakfast or a quick chat with friends before their shift began. With the transfer of so many staff to the TYPHOON the FEYNMAN crew had had their normal 8 hour shifts increased to 12. Zane quickly scanned the room to gauge any reaction. He was not surprised to find that they all seemed to be their normal cheerful selves and that the increased workload had been met as a challenge. Of course if the situation persisted their reaction time would slowly begin to wear down but by then he would rearrange the schedule. Perhaps a four shift day would alleviate the problem but he would be much happier when they were all back together. He scowled at the problem. Having only been first officer for a relatively short period of time he had never fully mastered staff scheduling as Maril had quickly done.

Wading through the FEYNMAN crew, heading for his normal morning table, he happily returned the 'good mornings' and other greetings his crew offered. Over at the bar, Bat noticed him and his companion and merely raised an eyebrow. Zane grinned in response and gave Bat a quick hand gesture.

As the two men sat down at the table Bat arrived with two heaping platters of food. "I assumed you wanted two orders of the usual and weren't just flashing me the peace sign." Bat said as he placed the platters in front of his two customers.

"Bat Durensten meet Mason." Both men stared at each other, sizing the other up, before grasping hands and mumbling a greeting. It was clear Bat didn't approve of a pirate in his bar and Mason bristled at the obvious look of contempt. "If you need anything else...get it." With that he was gone.

Mason watched Bat go and then turned to Zane. "He doesn't like me very much."

"He was CSO on the older USS REPULSE, while he was away on leave they were listed 'Missing, presumed destroyed.' There last know whereabouts was a sector of space known for its pirate activity."

Mason sat forward "Where?"

"Far from here...and not your concern."

"What is my concern Captain? Why have you brought me here?"

<<<NRPG>>>

> * SOMEBODY * has to watch your back, Andy..... <G> > Glad its you and not some of our more accident prone staff ;)

Respectfully,
Andy

-LT.CMDR Tarsa Rogers, Unassigned
-CMDR Zane, Commanding Officer, USS FEYNMAN
-CMDR Nigel Straun, TACFLEET Liason Officer, INDIGO FLEET
-CMDR Horatio Sinclair, Fleet Intelligence Officer, BLUE FLEET

USS FEYNMAN: Let's Make a Deal (Cont.)

by Michael "Mike" Dailey 8-6-1996

> SD:80806.0900
> MD:6.0610
> Scene:Brig
>
> Zane had never understood that until he had taken command himself. Now he was
> the one to be protected and it felt like he was being coddled. When he was CSO
> he was sure that the captain was not capable of protecting himself adequately.
> Why should he be? There must have been so much going on in > his head, so many
> worries. But as CSO on the other hand, that was his prime focus, his reason for
> being. Of course now he knew he was perfectly capable of keeping himself safe
> but the security staff...
>
> "One guard, and I don't even want to know he is there."
>
> "Yes sir." PO1 Jerry Jonas replied much relieved.

As the doors to Security snapped shut, Jerry thought for a moment... *the Cadet could stand the watch alone,* "Cadet Hensley, I'm going to leave you TEMPORARILY alone. You think you're up to it", asked PO1 Jonas. The Cadets' eyes widened...

"Yes Sir, uh, I mean Aye aye, Sir!" A big smile came over his face, but the Cadet erased it after his brief outburst, and sat back down behind the Watch Officers console. Jerry though, *To think I used to be just like him... hell, in a way I guess I still am a little bit.*

"Jonas to Krogriy and Khan," Jerry considered them two of the best he had, with what was left of the Department, with over 1/3 on the Away Team with Ens. Allard, and almost another 1/3 on the Typhoon with LT. Jenn. Krogriy was a crack shot, and while Khan was new to the FEYNMAN, he had been in the 'Fleet for almost 7 years.

"Krogriy here, Sir." followed moments later, "Khan here, Sir."

"I want you two posted outside 10-foreward in 3 minutes. The Captain has taken the pirate Captain on a little 'tour'. You're to blend into the wall, if you know what I mean. I will be inside with them, but keeping my distance as well. You two are my shadow. Wherever I follow Captain Zane and the Scum-Captain, you two will NOT be far behind. Discrete, Gentlemen... Understood." Jerry's first mini-command was NOT going to be his last.

Echoing "Aye aye, Sir" came over the comm. Jerry looked once more to Cadet Hensley, nodded approval, the left to catch up to his charges....

Submitted,
Mike Dailey
splatter2@qtm.net
Ensign J.C. Allard SEC-TAC - USS FEYNMAN - SILVER FLEET
LT. D'doj Zzawj Ckorji MD - CMO - USS CONSTITUTION - INDIGO FLEET

USS FEYNMAN: TYPHOONing

by Jason Bostjancic 8-7-1996

SD: 80807
MD: 6.0600??
Scene: USS TYPHOON (Engineering)

Tarrant was almost terrified at the running condition of the Typhoon when he entered. Sure, the GREY fleet didn't exactly have the resources to run a ship in tip top condition.... but this had been ridiculous.

The warp core eps power conduits were crossed almost directly with the shield generators. It was amazing that one of the FEYNMAN's shots hadn't overloaded the shield system and thus blown the reactor. However, it did cause other pieces of havoc which had the partial Klingon and his team running pell-mel.

Tarrant took a moment to think of his ACEO Jeran who was vaporized in only an instant. He deserved better.

Bleep bloop*

The CEO tapped his comm badge "Koreth."

<Yes, um Lieutenant. How are the repairs.>

It was probably the fourth time Krysa had called down to check on the repairs.

"Very near Lieutenant. But, should you interrupt me again without major provocation I may just find a problem with the bridge relays and have to run this boat from down here."

Tarrant laughed inwardly.

<Yes, Mr. Koreth... I understand. Jenn out>

NRPG:

Whew... I HATE MY SERVER!!!!

with that said, I am back for the week. Then my re-move to Gainesville and my first order of business will be to get access up there... so it may be touch and go.

Krysa... > Now be nice, or Tarrant WILL transfer command. He wants to have that power someday too you know <G>.

Respectfully,
Jason

Lieutenant Cmdr. Tirrin Vorak - OPS/2O - USS SERAPIS
Lieutenant Tarrant L. Koreth - CEO - USS FEYNMAN

"Quoth the Raven 'Nevermore'"

USS FEYNMAN: She's Back!

by Kristen Gant 8-7-1996

Stardate: 80807.1115
Scene: USS TYPHOON
MD: 6.0630

Krysa had passed the buoy information on the Captain. It certainly was not good news and it worried her. So far they had found nothing to indicate what had happened to the missing 20 buoy's. They could have been dropped long ago. Or even just before they found the Feynman. There might be a red line leading straight for them right now. Without thinking she hit her comm pin. "Jenn to Koreth,"

<Koreth here,> came the irritated reply.

"Yes, um Lieutenant. How are the repairs."

It was probably the fourth time Krysa had called down to check on the repairs. She knew she shouldn't have, but she found the temptation to great.

Tarrant laughed inwardly.

"Yes, Mr. Koreth..." Krysa sighed, "Do you need any help"

< No!!> roared the Klingon

"Very well, I understand. Jenn out"

She stopped in front of Ops, "How are the scanners?"

"Almost got 'em up, sir," said Patti. "I think they should be working .."

Krysa didn't hear her final words as a feeling of nausea overcame her and her head began to pound. Putting her hand over her temples as a last resort to stop the onslaught of pain that assaulted her, she felt the bridge under her feet begin to move, as she slipped to her knees.

".. right about .. now." Patti pulled her head out from under the panel to see if things were working. The sight of the Ops Officer on laying on the floor caught her off guard, "Krysa?"

The others on the bridge turned to see Patti kneeling over her, "Are you alright?"

Krysa nodded, "Yes. It's just a bit of a headache."

"A bit of a headache!" said Patti.

"It's going away now .. I'll be fine." Krysa looked up at the skeptical woman in front of her. She stood, "Honest, I'll go see Dr. Glin'kharr once we get back to the ship. Slowly everyone turned back to their stations, and Krysa sat in the Captain's chair, trying to will the pounding to stop.

USS PHOENIX: Captain's Quarters

"Are you alright, Dee?" asked Tremaine hovering over the form of the woman.

"Get away!" she spat at him. Shaking her head she rose and looked at him, the pain of the headache still in her eyes. "Where is that hypo.." She searched the room with one hand still on her head. Finding what she was looking for, she put it to her arm.

"Should this be happening?" he asked, looking at the face he had become accustomed to seeing. A face that didn't belong to her.

She looked at him in contempt, "Of course, it shouldn't be happening! I'd have never agreed to do this if I'd known there'd be these god-awful headaches."

"Someone had to do it. You were the best choice. I still think you are the best choice, despite your mistakes the last time."

"Don't talk to me about mistakes, Tremaine. You an your amateur crew can't seem to do anything right. You've let the FEYNMAN slip through your fingers twice now."

"It won't happen again," he said tightly.

"You better not! Otherwise you'll never make it into that fleet. I'm beginning to see why you aren't know," she provoked him.

He narrowed his eyes at her, "We will prove ourselves if I have to blow up all of 'em to do it!" He looked into her mocking eyes. "Sometimes I don't know why I rescued you off that damned ring!"

She smirked, "Maybe it's because of this face .. her face." She grinned smugly, moving closer to him, "But then again maybe not .."

Regards,
Lt. Krysa Jenn

NRPG: Okay now really, who thought we'd never see her again. Well at least this time I gave her a name.

Did I make it clear enough for the new people that this is someone who for reason's unknown has stolen Lt. Jenn's face :}

Kristen

USS FEYNMAN: The Past and the Future

by Andrew Catterick 8-8-1996

SD: 80808.1100
MD: 6.0645
Scene: 10-Forward

"Let's cut to the chase Captain. What do you want?"

"Information." Zane replied casually between bites.

Mason's eyes narrowed. "What kind of information?"

"Everything you can tell me about that pirate base and the pirate and privateer operations throughout the sack including links to the Xanthandi."

Mason laughed. "Is that all?"

"No, after you've told me everything you know I'll return you to the base and you will send periodic, coded reports to EPSILON keeping us apprised of the situation."

"Listen, just because I lead a bunch of incompetent buffoons does not mean I am one myself. Do you know what the life expectancy of a spy in these parts is? How the hell am I supposed to send 'periodic' reports to SILVER command?" He asked sarcastically.

"That's not my concern but will be yours." Zane replied pleasantly after thanking the server for the refill of his coffee.

"Even if I give you the information you want why would I continue to do so after I'm safe on the outpost?"

"Let me lay it all out for you. Two years ago you were a peaceful farmer on the planet Tanzia. One evening after a rather long stay at the local pub you stumbled through the door of your house to find your wife sprawled across the floor, brutally murdered...."

Mason let out a short gasp. "I didn't do it..."

"You called the local constabulary and were subsequently arrested for the murder of your wife."

"I didn't do it."

"It was common knowledge that you had a terrible temper, especially if you'd been drinking and that your wife was rumoured to be having an affair. In short you were in a bad marriage, you were drunk, covered in your wife's blood who had been slashed to death two hours after you left the pub.

Arrested for murder you were put on trial and quickly found guilty, the sentence execution by hanging. Three days before the sentence was carried out you escaped."

"Why do you tell me this? A history lesson won't make me spy on anyone."

"14 months after your disappearance your brother was found hanging in his barn. His suicide note confessed to the fact that he had been the one having the affair with your wife. She had ended it and unable to except it he killed her. Filled with remorse he had decided to confess but apparently couldn't live with the loss of her, or you."

Mason sat in stunned silence a jumble of emotions. He had finally been proved innocent, his wife had refused his brother, had she wanted to save their crumbling marriage? He had known the affair was with his brother but had been two much of a coward to confront him. If he had....he shook off the thought. "I can go home." He said quietly, more to himself than to Zane.

"Yes and no." the captain replied.

"What do you mean." Mason asked cautiously.

"The Tanzian authorities have dropped all charges against you so yes you are free to return as far as they are concerned. However, there is the little matter of you being a pirate."

"Pirate is a bit of an overstatement Captain. I've killed no one, I haven't even injured anyone."

"But you have stolen cargo." Zane reminded him.

"In the six months I've been here I've boarded 3 ships, no more."

"Actually its five. And it has been noted that you aren't nearly as blood thirsty as some of your brethren. Which is why I can't make this offer."

"Which is?"

"Tell me what I want to know and agree to send periodic information and the charges against you can be lessened and you'll be able to return to your home, a free man."

"When?"

"I don't know. Its not for me to decide. Once SILVER Intel decides you are no longer useful. It could be 6 months or six years but I'd imagine sooner than later. As I'm sure your aware the coalsack has become a prime interest for SILVER fleet. I'd guess that the information you can pass along will soon be obsolete. Agreed?"

Mason thought for a moment, still overcome with the revelations of minutes ago. He could go home. "Agreed."

Zane gestured for the security officer in the corner.

"Yes sir."

"Escort Mr. Mason to some guest quarters he is to be confined there until further notice."

"Aye sir."

"You'll find a computer terminal in the room you can start to record everything you have seen and heard on that base, fact and fiction."

"Yes captain"

<<<NRPG>>>

Well that gets us some information on the pirate base. Don't know what though;)

Away Team: How's your info gathering coming...I see Jerran has a new friend.

TYPHOON: Having fun on your own cruiser?

Respectfully,
Andy

-LT.CMDR Tarsa Rogers, Unassigned
-CMDR Zane, Commanding Officer, USS FEYNMAN
-CMDR Nigel Straun, TACFLEET Liason Officer, INDIGO FLEET
-CMDR Horatio Sinclair, Fleet Intelligence Officer, BLUE FLEET

USS FEYNMAN: Give the Devil Her Due!

by Michael "Mike" Dailey 8-9-1996

SD: 80809

> Jerran looked to Maril for approval. The commander gave the pilot a
> confused look back, but knew that the have Vulcan, half Bajoran officer
> could take care of himself in this situation, and that the diplomatic
> response would be to let him go. So, he simply nodded and said, "You
> heard what he said, Scout. She's in charge now."
>
> "Ie, rekkhai," Jerran said in Rihannsu as he turned back around, the rest
> of the crew following the servant out.

SD: 80809.2200
MD: 6.?
SCENE: Guest Quarters and....

The Pirate Queen's servant lead the FEYNMAN group, minus LT. Jerran, to a luxurious filled with articles and 'souvenirs' from in and outside of the Federation. Once there, the servant grunted and left them. Everyone spread out to explore the room. Maril was drawn to the wall where two ancient swords of unknown origion were secured to the wall, Tamarov went to an open balcony foregoing the cooler environment inside, and the others sat around a table. J.C. turned to Commander Maril, "Sir, I don't like this whole situation. I have a bad feeling. Joining this pirate band, possibly firing on another starship?"

"Relax Mr. Allard. Sit down. We shall do well." The Commander could see everyone was a bit tense. Ens. Lee had gotten up and joined CPO Tamarov on the balcony. J.C. came over to the table to sit. "I guess you're right, Sir. I just..." J.C. was cut off by Alex calling them.

"Everyone, Sirs, come here. Check this out...". He lead them to the South edge of the balcony bearing the muggy hot temperature of this planet, and motioned for them to crouch down. He handed Cmdr. Maril a small handheld field scope, who look up with a grin.

"I thought it may come in handy. Look there Sir, to the Northwest, in the front window of that small building." It its better days, the building had probably been condemned. Now there was another big ugly Bear-type humanoid apparently standing guard outside. Two old ground cars were parked outside, their final resting place.

"Now what have we here", said Maril. "A male and female in Starfleet uniforms. I can't make out their faces, and three... no four Nausicans. Seems we have a Broltar running away". Alex looked to Ens. Lee and to J.C., both of which just nodded. Ens. Lee crouched beside Maril, "Sir, can you see what they're doing?..."

J.C. nudged Alex to the other side of the balcony, pausing to look over the edge. They were only up one story, approx. six meters above ground. Alex looked back to his CO and nodded. Maril lowered the hand scope, looking at Ens. Lee, "I cannot really tell. They seem to be arguing over something." He turned towards the two Security Officers, "Mr. Allard, perhaps you... Lee! Where are they?.....

Submitted,
Mike Dailey
splatter2@qtm.net
Ensign J.C. Allard SEC-TAC - USS FEYNMAN - SILVER FLEET
LT. D'doj Zzawj Ckorji MD - CMO - USS CONSTITUTION - INDIGO FLEET

******** * NRPG * ******** Well, Alex and J.C. are off to see what's up. They'll be back in the five hours... I hope GRIN.

WHERE IS EVERYONE???? Kris, good luck with your hard drive. Hope u got everything back. Hmmm, now where was that add for one of those new Jazz Drives???

Jason, hope you get your service provider problem worked out. Mine's been knida tempermental lately, too. Maybe we could go back to AOL! !

Cheers!
Mike

USS FEYNMAN: The Future Hurts!

by Michael "Mike" Dailey 8-10-1996

SD: 80809.2300
MD: 06.?
Scene: 10-FWD

> Zane gestured for the security officer in the corner.
>
> "Yes sir."
>
> "Escort Mr. Mason to some guest quarters he is to be confined
> there until further notice."
>
> "Aye sir."
>
> "You'll find a computer terminal in the room you can start to
> record everything you have seen and heard on that base, fact and fiction."
>
> "Yes Captain"

PO1 Jerry Jonas nudged Mason towards the 10-foreward doors. Once outside, he gestured to the officers waiting 'in the shadows' outside. "Krogriy, Khan, flank him. We're taking him to 'guest quarters', Captain's orders. Move it, dirt bag." The group started towards the lift, Jerry gave Mason a a push. The lift deposited them on deck 13. They exited and approached the empty visitors cabin. Jonas nodded to Khan, who went in. He then turned to Krogiry.

"Mr. Krogiry, here hand me your rifle. Good, now stand guard here. No one is to enter without my orders."

"Aye Sir," said Krogiry, standing beside the door. Jerry turned, shoved Mason inside, who almost lost his balance, but regained. "What the hell is up with your two. I'm a 'special guest' of your Captains." Khan circled around behind Mason.

"OK Mason. You get special treatment. Here." Jerry brought the end of his rifle up to the side of Mason's head, slumping him to the floor as the rifle broke in two. "Special treatment, just like you gave Ens. Jared and some of my other friends!" Jerry's boot found the side of Mason's gut now, and twice more. Khan spoke up, somewhat unsure."

"Sir, don't you think that's enough. I mean..." Khan.

"Never mind. Let's go." They walked toward the door, Mr. Khan stepping over the moaning form of Mason. The doors opened to a wide-eyed Mr. Krogiry. PO1 Jerry Jonas stopped,

"Mr. Krogiry, here's your Phaser rifle. It broke as Mr. Mason attempted to escape and became combative with MR. Khan and myself. Take the Phaser back to the armory, then return to your normal duty. Dismissed."

"I, uh... Aye aye, Sir." Krogiry moved slowly down the corridor towards the lift. "Khan, you, too. I'll call Dr. Glin' Kharr, then make out our report for the log. You log your report, too. Then I'll turn them into Mr. Allard and the Captain..."

Submitted,
Mike Dailey
Splatter2@qtm.net
Ensign J.C. Allard SEC-TAC - USS FEYNMAN - SILVER FLEET
Lieutenant D'doj Zzawj Ckorji, MD - CMO - USS CONSTITUTION - INDIGO FLEET

********** *N R P G * **********

Dum....de dum dum. <Dragnet theme here... but I forget how it goes> <GRIN>

Cheers!
Mike

USS FEYNMAN: Discipline & Discovery

by Andrew Catterick 8-11-1996

SD: 80811.1300
MD: 6.0745
Scene: Ready-room

"...his jaw is set now and should be fully healed in 8 hours but there will most likely be residual pain for another 24 hours. All in all he has taken the incident rather lightly. I imagine in his line of work he is used to such barbarism." The door chime rang out punctunating Glin'Kharr's comments.

"In." Zane ordered. Immediately the doors parted with their trademark pneumatic swish, revelaing the nervously errect form of PO/1 Jerry T. Jonas. "Thank you Doctor."

With a slight nod, Dr. Glin'kharr turned and exited the room a slight scowl directed at the petty officer.

"Do you want to explain this morning's incident Mr. Jonas?"

"Sir. Mr. Mason slipped, sir."

"And his fall was broken by the butt of one of your troopers rifles?" Zane replied quietly.

"Sir. No sir. Mr. Mason hit his head on the deckway railing."

"I see. And what was it that caused him to slip Mr. Jonas? A particularily treacherous part of carpet, perhaps an errant gust of wind." Jonas could not mistake the Captain's anger and wisely remained silent. "I imagine you have heard Mr. Mason's side of the story."

"Sir. The petty officer has been informed of Mr. Mason's statements."

"Thats quite a divergence in stories. Can you explain that Mr. Jonas."

"Sir. A blow to the head can often effect memory."

"I agree, but it does leave a bit of mystery. A mystery which I do not have the time to solve. Either way an individual came to harm in your charge. You and your two escorts are on report. But let me make it perfectly clear that if Mr. Mason's story is indeed true it better not happen again. Such acts will not be tolerated on this ship. If I even get a hint that you have been abusing your authority either now or in the future you will be serving in the GREY fleet so fast a D-warp won't be able to catch you. Is that clear?"

"Sir! Yes sir!"

"Next. When I left the brig with Mr. Mason did I or did I not give you a direct order that there would be only one guard needed to oversee Mr. Mason's movements."

"Sir. You did sir."

"I did. And yet there were three..." He raised a hand to stall Jonas' reply. "I know two were positioned outside of 10-Forward but I am not going to argue with you over trivialities. For disobeying a direct order you will have a formal reprimand place upon your permanent record. Any further disciplinary actions will be at the discretion of the CSO. Dismissed."

Zane turned to his desk terminal and activate the mailer.

>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>*<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<
FROM: Commander Zane
TO : Ensign Allard
cc : Lieutenant Commander Maril
Lieutenant Jenn
All security personnel
RE : Security patrol operations
SD : 80811

Be advised,

As of this stardate security personnel conducting internal
patrols, escorting prisoners or any other action in their normal routine
will, when it is deemed necessary to be armed, carry a Type II Personal
Phaser. Phaser rifles are not to be used during normal security
operations unless otherwise instructed by a senior officer.

END
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>*<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<

The memo sent, he stood and headed for the replicator his stomach reminding him of his hyper-metabolism. Halfway there the door chimed out again. "In."

"Captain." Chief Larocque greeted Zane.

"Hey Rock. I'm having a snack, want something?"

"No I just had breakfast." He replied entering the room. "But I seem to remember you sitting yourself in front of a rather large platter of Bat's Breakfast BBQ."

The Captain smiled and patted his stomach. "Gotta keep the energy levels up."

Larocque rolled his eyes.

"So what's up for this morning?" Zane asked his aide.

"The usual reports to read and sign." He handed a PADD over to Zane. "How's Mason?"

"Fine. You heard?" Zane asked not at all surprised.

"I think the dishwasher's third mate is the only one who hasn't." Larocque replied grinning. "News travels fast."

"He slipped." Zane told him, the tone in his voice portraying just how seriously he took that excuse.

"Uh-huh. Just like the Cardassian."

"Exactly." 'The Cardassian' was brought aboard the FEYNMAN in a lifepod during their first mission. While being transported to the brig the overzealous security personnel beat the Cardassian into a coma. When then CSO, Ensign Zane had found out he had been furious but not half as much as Captain West.

Larocque, his aide then, gave him the same advice. "There a good bunch just a little hyper it being their first cruise and all. They'll settle down."

"The voice of wisdom?"

"Nah, just experience."

[Captain to the bridge.] came over the intercomm, interrupting their conversation.

Raising an eyebrow Zane set his plate aside and headed for the bridge, Larocque in tow. "Report." He ordered.

The officer at the science station turned to face him. "Sensor's have picked up an energy field heading in the general direction of the pirate base. I can't get a definite reading but it appears to be a tractor beam, perhaps more than one."

"Open a channel to the TYPHOON."

Lt. Jenn, sitting in the captain's chair of the TYPHOON flickered on to the screen. Zane noted she seemed a little pale, probably just fatigue it had been a long day. "Have your sensors picked up the energy field?"

[Just a few moments ago.] Jenn replied.

"We think its a tractor beam."

Jenn looked off screen. [Lt. Meleah confirms. Pirates bringing some booty home?]

"It would seem so. How operational are you?"

[As operational as Lt. Koreth can get us. Planning a visit?]

Zane smiled and nodded. "We'll come in from port you from starboard."

[Understood. TYPHOON out]

The screen returning to the normal swirl of the sack, Zane paused before issuing orders to get underway. Something was definietly wrong with Krysa.

<<<NRPG>>>

J.C.: Looks like your NPC is in it deep ;)

Max/Ted: ????

Jason: Don't know if your getting this but my sympathies re: your server. I hope you find stable access soon its just not the same without our scowling engineer

Away Team: Lots going on there....have to find the operational plans (sounds like the DeathStar), Jerran has a new friend, the pirates are expecting you to help them board the FEYNMAN (How you going to find us?) and now Allard has run-off after some officers.

TYPOON/FEYNMAN: Who's tractor beams and what are they towing?

Ted: As the only other PC on the ship with me feel free to volunteer for a bridge station while we're understaffed.

And of course we have the GREY fleet waiting for us outside with an old 'friend'

....some interesting times ahead!

Respectfully,
Andy

-LT.CMDR Tarsa Rogers, Unassigned
-CMDR Zane, Commanding Officer, USS FEYNMAN
-CMDR Nigel Straun, TACFLEET Liason Officer, INDIGO FLEET
-CMDR Horatio Sinclair, Fleet Intelligence Officer, BLUE FLEET

USS FEYNMAN: The Bread-Crumbs Lead To...

by Jason Bostjancic 8-11-1996

MD:6.0815
Scene: Engineering

<Lt. Koreth.. I need warp engines now>

The gruff voice of Tarrant Koreth responded back, in some bit of satisfaction, "You're at 90%, and that's the best we can do out here."

<Understood, Krysa out>

Scene: Bridge

The warp engines hummed to life and the previously defunct TYPHOON began moving. Krysa gave the orders to put them on a course entering the starboard side of the pirates has Zane asked.

"Can you get me anything on what they are tractoring Lt. ?" asked Jenn

A momentary pause was followed by Meleah's calm voice, "No sir. The nature of this part of space is causing too much interference."

It didn't matter, they would be there in a few seconds anyway. Krysa rose from her chair and began pacing again.

"Sir, aproaching the coordinates."

"Drop to 1/2 impulse, and give me visual on that beam's target."

The screen flickered to show the large beam of light stopping at some object.

"Magnify"

Again the flicker, and the gasp of the bridge crew. One of the CEO's technicians which was still working on the bridge summed it up. "Holy Mary mother of God." His mouth was completely open.

The slowly moving object being brought into the Pirate's domain was none other than a Husnock Ship. The massive structure looked like a cross between a WWII destroyer and 23rd century technology.

Lt. Jenn was momentarily taken back.

"Um, scan that ship."

Moments passed by. "Could only get a partial scan sir. but it appears that the ship does have power, enough for shields. Approximately 50 lifeforms within it. "

"It is quite possible that the pirates are unsure on how to fully operate the Husnock ship at this time. They were quite an advanced race when they were all destroyed. But we can be sure that they haven't figured out the propulsion systems just yet or else they wouldn't be pulling it in." Meleah looked like she could have continued, but decided against it.

For the first time in a few minutes the bridge crew noticed the hailing call. Krysa asked for it to be put through.

"No sir, we had some communications difficulties."

IT was a lie that Krysa would not have normaly used. Although Zane couldn't prove it, he suspected the truth.

NRPG...

Hows that for the Pirates getting some firepower <G>

For those who don't know. The Husnock people were destroyed all over the universe when Kevin Uxbridge killed them with a thought in anger. The ships remained, very powerful and completely without crews. Thus they basically float as ghost ships.

Now this could be interesting. *if* they have 100% shields, then forget about getting through them. But they probably don't <G>

Respectfully,
Jason

Lieutenant Cmdr. Tirrin Vorak - OPS/2O - USS SERAPIS
Lieutenant Tarrant L. Koreth - CEO - USS FEYNMAN

"Quoth the Raven 'Nevermore'"

USS FEYNMAN: Splitting Us Up Even Further

by Kristen Gant 8-12-1996

Stardate: 80812.2053
Scene: Bridge USS TYPHOON
MD: 6:0820

Krysa nodded, trying to think through the dull pounding that remained. "Well, sir, Lt. Meleah thinks that it's likely the pirates do not have full operation of the Husnock ship. Now that the TYPHOON is completely within our control and Lt. Koreth has proven his skill in getting it running as well as he has in such a short time, we could probably prevent the pirates from getting the Husnock vessel to the pirate base."

Krysa thought for a moment, trying to get through the fog, "I .."

<Krysa, are you alright.>

"Of course, sir," she said a little too quickly, "Just trying to think."

Thankfully Lt. Meleah interrupted, "Sir, I have discovered where the tractor beam is originating from. It comes from a site about 100 meters away from the pirate base, from what our sensors determine as a large building."

"Any life forms?"

"Difficult to tell. However, according to the sensors, the building appears to be abandoned. This reading may not be accurate though."

"Well, Commander, what do you think? Shall we try and knock out the tractor beam?"

Zane smiled, <Yes, thanks to Lt. Meleah, I think we have a plan. I'll keep the Feynman within contact of the Husnock ship. You take the TYPHOON and get some one down in that building to see what they can do.>

"Yes, sir," said Krysa. She turned to Ens. Cartwright. "Set course for the source of that tractor beam." Turning to Lt. Meleah, she continued, "Lt. Meleah, you and Mr. Koreth will beam down with a security detail to take out the tractor beam."

MD: 1.0830

"We are within transporter range," reported Ens. Cartwright.

Krysa turned to Lt. Meleah, "Be careful."

She nodded and headed down the turbo lift. Krysa waited for what seemed like forever for their call, <Away team ready to beam down.>

"Go ahead," Krysa said. She found herself waiting again to find out what was going on. She wasn't sure she liked the waiting that came with command. She was grateful that her headache seemed to be subsiding. Or was it that she was getting used to it? Either way she found herself focusing a little better.

Regards,
Lt. Krysa Jenn

NRPG: Okay, hope this is no problem for anyone. :} Melanie and Jason, have fun and don't lose too many red shirts :}

Joseph, come find us :}

Ted, hmmm, I like the Evil Krysa experimenting with drugs .. could be fun! Hmmm, was she trying to take out our doctor down on the ring :} :}

Kristen

USS FEYNMAN: Pirate Booty

by Melanie Pocknall 8-13-1996

SD: 80813.0316
MD: 6.0818
TYPHOON'S Bridge

>"It is quite possible that the pirates are unsure on how
>to fully operate the Husnock ship at this time. They
>were quite an advanced race when they were all
>destroyed. But we can be sure that they haven't figured
>out the propulsion systems just yet or else they wouldn't
>be pulling it in." Meleah looked like she could have
>continued, but decided against it.
>
>For the first time in a few minutes the bridge crew noticed
>the hailing call. Krysa asked for it to be put through.
>
><Feynman to Typhoon. Is there a problem?>
>
>"No sir, we had some communications difficulties."
>
>IT was a lie that Krysa would not have normally used.
>Although Zane couldn't prove it, he suspected the truth.
>
><Since you've repaired it, we need to decide what to do
>about this 'situation'>

While they were talking, Meleah was busily scanning for more information, and ended up feeling as though she should be back on the Feynman where at least they had the Delphi array. It was difficult to determine but she found that the shields were operating at 75%, and judging by the way it was moving, the engines were off-line. Still at 75%, the shields would deflect any boarding parties or bombardment.

"Sir," Meleah said to Krysa during a break in her conversation with Zane, "I have discovered where the tractor beam is originating from. It comes from a site about 100 metres away from the pirate base, from what our sensors determine as a large building."

"Any life forms?"

"Difficult to tell. However, according to the sensors, the building appears to be abandoned. This reading may not be accurate though."

------
NRPG:

Sorry this is so short but I hope this fits in. Which series was that episode from anyway? (Not that I'll get to see it for another couple of months anyway).

Sincerely yours,
Lt. Meleah, CSciO, USS FEYNMAN, Silver Fleet, TFE

Melanie.

USS FEYNMAN: The Abandoned Building

by Jason Bostjancic 8-13-1996

SD: 80813
MD: 6.0825
Scene: Transporter room 2.

"Away team ready to beam down."

<Go ahead.> replied Krysa.

Tarrant stood on the transporter pad and prepared for company as did the security team. Phasers drawn and ready.

"I've found a clear spot for beamdown. It's on the first level of that bulding. No other lifeforms." announced the transporter chief looking up from the panel.

Lt. Meleah gave a slight nod, "Energize"

The rain of blue light descended and enveloped the away team. Seconds later they materialized in the bulding. The room was about 10 by 15 meters with a somewhat high celing. Old and burnt out equipment littered the ground near the walls... a old X-52 series replicator took up a bulk of the area. It had seen better days.

Sighting no threat, Tarrant put away his weapon and activated his Advanced-PADD. He started scanning in true LaForge style. Lt. Meleah appeared to do the same.

"No lifeforms detected." announced the Science Officer.

Tarrant nodded, "But I am picking up over 50 small energy sources on the next two levels up... they're moving."

Lt. Meleah picked them up too, after a few seconds she had the answer "I believe that they are artificial life forms."

"They automated the building, " mused Tarrant, "If they manned this area then their prizes could fall into greedy hands, and this place would attract attention. But when the beam isn't in use..."

A whirling sound outside the door broke the thought. The away team scrambled and found something to hide behind.

The door opened revealing one of the robots. It hovered into the room causing the whirling sound to get louder. Two mechanial claws held some type of scrap metal in its arms as it floated to a corner of the room. Carefully, it dropped its posession and then turned to leave. Tarrant decided to attempt a scan.

The partial klingon heald his breath as the information trickled in. The robot didn't seem affected and left. At least they didn't have optics.

<NRPG>

Just a start down here

Respectfully,
Jason

Lieutenant Cmdr. Tirrin Vorak - OPS/2O - USS SERAPIS
Lieutenant Tarrant L. Koreth - CEO - USS FEYNMAN

"Quoth the Raven 'Nevermore'"

USS FEYNMAN: What To Do?

by Andrew Catterick 8-14-1996

SD: 80814.1200
MD: 6.0900
Scene: Ready-room
"Captain's log, supplemental....

The discovery of the Husnock ship could not have come at a worse time. The FEYNMAN is already stretched much more thinly than I would like and I am unsure as to how to proceed with its arrival into the fray. Lieutenants Koreth and Meleah have taken an away team to the tractor beam sight in hopes of shutting down the beam so I have until that time to make a decision. Essentially there are four options. One, letting it drift away deeper into the nebula. Two, we tow the ship back to EPSILON. Three, we board the ship and pilot it back to EPSILON. Four, we destroy it.

The first option is the easiest and most convenient and also the one I am least inclined to choose. Even with the DELPHI array it is unlikely that we would be able to track it once the gravitational fluxes and eddies took hold. I'm sure Mr. Koreth could work a little of his magic and attach some sort of beacon we could home in on but the potential that someone else could monitor the signal, notably the Xanthandi, makes this option a less than attractive choice. And of course while we may not be able to relocate it in the short time we will remain here it is entirely likely that eventually one of the Nebula's inhabitants will. The thought of a Husnock ship leading a Xanthandi assault is not a pleasant one.

The second option seems the most straight forward but also has its problems. Which ever ship was slated as tug would become a sitting duck as we waited to retrieve Commander Maril's team. Of course either the FEYNMAN or the TYPHOON could take the vessel in tow and return to EPSILON while the other remains on station until the away team is retrieved. The problem with this however is our neighbours outside. It is inevitable that we will have some sort of confrontation with Tremaine and for this reason I do not want to split up our little fleet. Of course once he sets eyes on the Husnock ship I'm sure the pirate bases would be long forgotten. For the PHOENIX to arrive at EPSILON, the Husnock ship in tow and a suitably heroic story of how he 'saved' the ship from the evil clutches of the pirate hordes....well I don't think that even the Admiral could counter the swell of public support that would certainly greet him. Tremaine as a Captain in the regular fleet is not something I even want to consider.

Option three leads to most of the same problems as the second with the added dilemma of where to find the crew. It is one thing to pilot a strange vessel to a known destination but to engage in combat as well? Still a ship as powerful as the Husnock vessel would be quite an advantage to have when facing Tremaine's taskforce. Perhaps it may be advantageous to transfer all personnel from the TYPHOON to the Husnock ship and then scuttle the TYPHOON. I'll have to give this option some more thought. I wish I had Onta here, I could use his advice.

And finally option four...destruction. I have to admit it is this option I am most inclined to decide on. It would restore an already bad but much more workable status quo. And even with the power of the Husnock vessel its strangeness would leave me more comfortable leading FEYNMAN and TYPHOON into any battle with the GREY's than FEYNMAN and an unknown commodity. I suspect that Lieutenants Jerran and Koreth would feel otherwise. And, even though other Husnock ships have been discovered in the past I imagine SFENG and Fleet in general would love to get their hands on this. I can think of 3 branches off the top of my head that would start a jihad over who would get to examine the logs first. If the information in those logs is anything like the other two ships we found it would be virtually priceless. Still our mission was to find out as much information about the pirate/Xanthandi activity in the coalsack as possible and return to EPSILON with it ASAP. Countless lives could depend on it not to mention the operation of the new outpost. So, until I hear any better ideas destruction seems to be the best bet.

I'm glad I still have time to decide.

End log."

<<<NRPG>>>

Just thinking about what to do with the Husnock and decided hey! a log entry. I have no decision as to what to with this ship so let me know what you all think either in NRPG or RP musings.

BTW, I hate calling it the Husnock ship over and over again....anyone got a good Husnock name?

Melanie: Doing some admin stuff and noticed I still don't have your bio can you forward it along.

Joseph/Donna?

Respectfully,
Andy-->Professional nag

-Commander Zane, Commanding Officer, USS FEYNMAN
-Commodore Nigel Straun, Executive Officer, INDIGO FLEET
-Commander Horatio Sinclair, Fleet Intelligence Officer, BLUE FLEET

USS FEYNMAN: Inside the Abandoned Building

by Melanie Pocknall 8-15-1996

SD: 80815
MD: 6.0835
Scene: Inside the building

> The door opened revealing one of the robots. It hovered
> into the room causing the whirling sound to get louder.
> Two mechanial claws held some type of scrap metal in its arms
> as it floated to a corner of the room. Carefully, it dropped
> its posession and then turned to leave. Tarrant decided to
> attempt a scan.
>
> The partial klingon heald his breath as the information
> trickled in. The robot didn't seem affected and left. At least
> they didn't have optics.

"They appear to pre-programmed as to their duties," commented Meleah. "If this is so, then the odds of them noticing us are slightly less than normal. And with no optics, the chances are even less."

"But they may be able to record sounds," added Tarrant. "Have you discovered which level the beam is on?"

"Scanning." Meleah frowned then did some quick modifications to her scanner's range. "The energy sources on the second level make it difficult to detect anything above that. I am reading a faint emission of some kind, which appears to be originating on the fourth level."

Tarrant thought about this for a moment. That meant that they would have to go up past the robots unless there was another way up. "Lt," he said to Meleah, "take two men and search that end of the building for another way up," indicating the southern end of the building. "My team will search the other end."

Meleah nodded, and pointing to two of the security officers, headed towards the other end of the building. Ideally, they needed a secret passage way up to the fourth level, otherwise, if they had to take the lift, one of the robots or even a pirate may find them. Therefore, they had to be safe. And if they remained on the first floor too much longer, the chances that they would be found were getting greater,

Along the back wall, the team came across what looked to be a pipe large enough to hold several people at once. There was a hole about a metre off the ground. One of the security officers scanned the hole carefully, then cautiously leaned through the hole. He looked upwards but couldn't see very much in the dark. He then looked downwards and immediately wished he hadn't.

He withdrew so quickly that even Meleah knew something was wrong. "Mr. Lukas?"

Lukas couldn't speak. He just pointed towards the bottom of the shaft. Meleah looked. Lying at the bottom of the shaft was a crumpled form which had probably been human some days ago. Much of the head had been burnt away, and the person seemed to have fallen from a great height resulting in multiple broken bones. The corpse was wearing what looked to be pirate gear, so Meleah assumed that he/she/it had been trying to get to the stolen goods but had been stopped. A stun trap, at close range, could produce massive burning, and Meleah surmised that somewhere in that pipe, there was a stun trap. If there wasn't one before the fourth level, they would be right. However, there was no way of knowing, and Meleah did not want to risk anyone in trying to find out.

One of the hundreds of thoughts that she had in the following second suggested an idea to her. If they could find a long piece of rubber, a person would be able to find the first stun trap without being injured as the rubber, if held above the head, would insulate them from the shock. However, the fall may kill a human. But if the stun traps were rigged to an alarm system, their cover would be blown.

Meleah came to a decision. "Mr. Tomoko, find Lt. Koreth and his team and bring them here." She couldn't use the comm badges to communicate so she had to use old fashioned means. "Tell him we have found a possible way up."

"Yes, sir," said the PO as he quickly and quietly walked off.

-------
NRPG:

Andy, I'm positive I've sent Meleah's bio to you before. But I'll sent it again within the next few days (I hope!).

Jason - if you've got a better idea, go for it. If not, you've got my suggestion.

Sincerely yours,
Lt. Meleah, CSciO, USS FEYNMAN, Silver Fleet.

Melanie.

USS FEYNMAN: On the Run!

by Michael "Mike" Dailey 8-16-1996

SD: 80816
MD: 6.2330 [ALMOST 7.00!!!]
SCENE: ON THE RUN

J.C. launched himself over the balcony railing, where LtCdr. Maril, Ens. Lee, and the others were, watching the events in the shattered and decrepit building across the street. He landed quite harder than he had thought, though only hurting his pride. Looking up to CPO Alex Tamarov, he quietly motioned for his aide to join him. Alex paused a moment, unsure of jumping down the distance of four meters. J.C. waved him on again, growing impatient, worried that Commander Maril or someone else would notice them. Alex finally gathered his nerve and jumped, nearly landing on top of Justin. J.C. whispered, "Come on, we've got to see what those other 'fleet officers we saw talking to those Nausicans are up to. If they're part of the Grey Fleet, maybe we can learn a little information from them." They began crawling slowly away from the building they were lodged as guests of the Orion Pirate Queen.

Alex whispered in return, "Mr. Allard, I think Commander Maril is going to be very upset with us.", J.C. waved him silent,

"If we do this right, Maril will be happily quoting Tamarian metaphors for the next week. One thing I learned from my academy squad leader; what Senior Officers don't know won't hurt you!" They both broke a smile, and then J.C. motioned for silence, and started them moving across and down the street to the shattered one-story building.

It was about 2300 hrs., the street was all but deserted, not that this was a busy neighborhood anyway. In addition to the steamy and muggy 88 deg. F temperature which was cool compared to the daily sauna, they had to contend with alosmt no natural light, as the planet had no satellites. They crossed the street and approached the building, the front of which had two old-style ground cars that had found their final resting place. Beside the cars was a rather large pile of what appeared to be half junk, half garbage with the garbage half giving off a distinct odor that could turn and humaniods' stomach inside-out!

They stopped behind it, and J.C. turned to Alex. He looked down at the ground, and rubbed his hand lightly over the warm, damp soil. Scooping up a handful, J.C. rubbed some onto his forehead and cheeks, motioning for Alex to do likewise. Alex grabbed a handful, and started to say something, but J.C. covered his mouth, and whispered in his ear,

"TAC hand signals, just like night maneuvers at the academy". J.C. dug inside his pocket, removing his comm badge. If captured, they could explain the Phaser's as stolen, but comm badges were another matter, and if they went off an the wrong moment... Alex did the same, and they buried them and put an old liquor bottle on top of the spot as a marker.

J.C. peered around the junk pile to the building, but couldn't see inside, being at the wrong angle to look inside the front window. He motioned for Alex to follow. He pointed to the building, then made a circle motion, meaning to go around the side and back. They started cautiously, the bolted for the side row of windows about 2.5 meters high and 4 meters wide. They nearly crashed into the wall, and Alex sliding as if stealing 3rd base. J.C. uprighted himself, and kneeled, making a cup with his hands and gesturing to Alex to be boosted up, since he was lighter by a few kg.

Alex carefully put one foot into his commander's hand, and tried to grab onto the window ledge for support. The windows were closed and flush with the outside wall, probably for some antique cooling system to operate inside the condemned building. Alex peered inside, and seen the group of two Starfleet officers in red, and three Nausicans... only for a few seconds. The Nausican barked something into a communicator and a transporter enveloped all five. Alex hopped down, and kneeled beside J.C.,

"Two officers in command. I didn't recognize them and couldn't make out their ranks, but I did see quite a few pips. Nothing on the Nausicans though. They must have beamed to their ship", Alex whispered, looking around to make sure they were alone.

J.C. glanced up towards the sky, "Alex, I sure hope Captain Zane or someone on the FEYNMAN detects that ship." Gesturing to the back, J.C. whispered turned to face Alex, "let's see if we can get inside from the rear." J.C. slowly rose. Alex started to, then stopped and sat back down, his face turning bright white. J.C. kneeled down to inquire, but was stopped short by a loud unfamiliar voice.

"H'ta fvau! Lloannen'galae th'ann." One weapon was trained on the side of each of their heads, from behind them came another deeper, cold sounding voice,

"Vah-udt? Au'e rekkhai ,Erei'riov!." Alex opened his hand to allow his Phaser to drop to the warm black soil slowly with a thud. J.C. did the same...

Submitted
Mike Dailey
Splatter2@qtm.net
Ens. Justin C.M. Allard, SEC-TAC USS FEYNMAN - SILVER FLEET
LT. D'doj Ckorji MD - CMO USS CONSTITUTION - INDIGO FLEET

******** * NRPG * ********

Hmmmm.... poor guys. Everyone one the FEYNMAN and TYPHOON are having a real party, and we feel left out <GGGG>! Hey! Where is everybody????

Cheers!
Mike

USS FEYNMAN: Who's there?

by Kristen Gant 8-16-1996

Stardate: 80816.2346
Scene: Bridge: USS TYPHOON
MD: 6.1220

"Sir," said Ens. Cartwright hesitantly.

Krysa stood, anxious for something to break the dull drum of waiting for word from away team, "What is it, Ensign?"

Jennifer shrugged slightly, "Well, it's kind of hard to explain .."

"Just try," Krysa said curious.

"I'm picking up a strange signal."

"A signal?"

"Well, it's not a signal .. it's .. well look at this," she said motioning for Krysa to join her at her console. "See this .. it's very similar to the interference we've been picking up ever since we entered the 'sack. We've been monitoring it because it can cause distortions that can cause problems when setting course. But this is different. It's very regular and has a 'feel' to it. I'm afraid I can't explain it any more then that."

Krysa nodded. On the Feynman they'd been working hard to filter out that type of interference in order for the sensors to work better. "Could it be a signal to the pirates?"

Jennifer shrugged again, "Could be I suppose, but this just doesn't 'feel' like pirates to me. It's too familiar."

"What could cause that kind of disturbance?"

"Engines not calibrated quite right." She said smoothly. "Lt. Jerran just put us through some exercises the last time we were at Epsilon where we had to come up with ways to send signals that couldn't easily be traced. Since we were coming to the 'sack, this was one he made sure we were aware of."

"Are you saying that you think our FCO is signaling us."

Jennifer turned her eyes on Krysa's, "It's just a feeling. I can't be 100% sure."

"Is it a code? Can you tell what he's trying to say?"

Jennifer shook her head, "It's not that kind of signal. It just a 'we're here' type thing."

Krysa looked at the screen, "But where is he, if it's him." Jennifer shook her head again. Krysa turned to Reetza. "Watch that distortion she's talking about. See if you can track it."

"Aye, sir,"

As the minutes ticked slowly by, Krysa could feel her headache coming back stronger again. She sighed wishing she had some of that stuff Dr. Glin'kharr had given her the other day.

"Sir," said Reetza, I think I've got it pinpointed.

"Too late," said the AFCO, looking at the screen as a Klingon Bird of Prey appeared on the screen just long enough for two bright orange pulses to shoot toward the TYPHOON.

"Shields up! Brace for impact!" shouted Krysa. As the disrupters hit, she was thrown to the floor knocking her head on a chair. She pushed her self up, feeling her head where a small trickle of blood was forming. "Report!"

"Shields down to 40%," reported the Ensign at tactical.

Krysa watched the view screen closely, wondering about the signal, "Hail them," she said turning to Reetza.

A short time later Commander Maril's face appeared. Krysa maintained her composure as she spoke, "I am Lt. Krysa Jenn, in command of the USS TYPHOON."

<Lower your shields and prepare to be boarded,> came Maril's cold response.

"You don't expect me to just turn this ship over to you."

<That is exactly what I expect. And if you don't, I will destroy you.> The connection cut out.

Krysa turned to Jennifer and Reetza, "Is there a way to make this look real. I don't want to give them away."

Regards,
Lt. Krysa Jenn

NRPG: Away team, have fun, just don't make Krysa look too bad :} :}

Kristen

USS FEYNMAN: What To Do Next?

by Kristen Gant 8-19-1996

Stardate: 8019.1025
Scene: Bridge, USS TYPHOON
MD: 6.1230

Krysa watched the pirates being led away with satisfaction. Now it was up to the three officers who would be incarcerated with the pirates, to get the information that they needed.

She turned her attention back to the Klingon Bird of Prey, "How long before they start to wonder why their away team hasn't been in contact with them?" She asked really to no one. "Jenn to engineering"

<Ens. Hoffmen here.>

"Can you get our shields back up anytime soon?"

Krysa sighed and put her hand to her head. She had begun doing it without thinking, as her headache made itself known. "Just keep me informed."

She'd already called to security to keep and eye for when Maril and the others were ready to be released from the brig. Hopefully they'd have their information soon. As if on cue, she heard the call from Security.

"Jenn here."

"Excellent."

When the Tamarian stepped out of the turbo lift, Jenn smiled at him, "How was the brig, sir?"

"Pretty cozy, Lt." He grinned back, then got down to business, "We need to get back to the base."

"Well, sir, we still have that Klingon Bird of Prey just outside to worry about and I have an away team in the abandoned building below." She filled the Commander in on all that had happened with the Husnock ship, and their mission to prevent it from making it to the base.

"I hope you'll forgive me, Commander, but you three might be recognized as being allied with these pirates. It might be difficult for you to get any more information down there."

Maril considered her statements, but before he could speak, Jenn once again doubled over with her hands to her head.

"Krysa? Are you alright."

Jen Cartwright moved to help the commander with the Ops officer. "This happened earlier as well."

Krysa couldn't hear them as her mind focused on the intrusion .. It was like a thousand voices all screaming at once in her head, and she couldn't force it out. Her telepathic defenses so unused for so long, were sadly out of shape.

Regards,
Lt. Krysa Jenn
--
Kristen & Scott Gant
http://homepage/interaccess.com/~sgant/scott.htm

USS FEYNMAN: Taking Flight

by Andrew Catterick 8-19-1996

SD: 80819.0900
MD: 6.1200
Scene: Bridge

Zane spun in his chair at the sound of the turbolift doors, smiling at the emerging Dr, Glin'kharr. Noticing the smile Glin'kharr returned it, warily. "You wanted to see me sir?" The wolf asked.

"Yes Doctor. I'm going over to the Husnock ship and that means your in command."

"Sir..."

Zane raised a hand to forestall the doctor's protests, wondering if they would be for his safety or the doctor's desire not to take command of the FEYNMAN. "The decision is made. All personnel are occupied and I have the experience for such an operation where you do not. The result is I go and you take the bridge. We anticipate the tractor-beam being dropped momentarily. Until that time Chief Laroque and I will be on the flightdeck waiting to launch in a workbee. As soon as the beam goes down alert the flightdeck and we will proceed with the mission. Don't worry, if all goes well we'll be back in 30 minutes." With a wave he was gone. With a scowl the Doctor dropped down into the command chair.

___________________________________________

Scene: Workbee interior, Flightdeck
MD: 6.1200

Zane and Larocque sat snugly in the small two-seater, their environmental suits stealing the already limited space. "You know when Commander Maril finds out about this your going to be in it...deep."

Zane snorted. "A damned prisoner on my own ship. I don't know who started the idea that the Captain was too vulnerable to go on landing parties but its getting a little old."

Mike laughed. "You didn't seem to mind too much when you where the exec and it was Commander Paxwax glued to the bridge."

"Hmmpf. Well that was when I was young and foolish. Now I know better. And besides..." Zane's tirade was interrupted by a call from the bridge.

[Tractor beam is down and your clear for departure.]

"Understood." A few commands and the CHARON gently lifted off the deck. Zane gunned the engine and the small craft shot out from the bay into the coldness of space. Proceeding to the rear of the ship the small pod flipped on its side and pulled a tight 180 allowing it to glide along the FEYNMAN's port side.

Larocque let out a gasp of air. "You want to remember that some of us in here are human and can't handle those type of maneuvers."

Zane smiled back at Larocque unsure which he was enjoying more, the birds-eye view of the ship or the simple fact that he was flying again, something he loved almost as much as his holodeck security drills. It had been a long time since he had flown, not since he had let Jerran shoot him down on the holodeck during the training flight for the cadets. "Here I'll turn the gravity off you big baby." But not before indulging himself with a maneuver that was worst than the first.

"Oompf. Thanks next time I hear the guys talking about what a taskmaster you are I might even defend you."

Smiling Zane directed the small craft towards the Husnock ship drifting just to starboard. The FEYNMAN had maneuvered itself as close as possible to the alien destroyer so the CHARON could fly from one shielded environment to the next with little contact to the uninviting environment of the 'sack. "Ready?"

"You just keep your hands on the stick and let me worry about the shields." Larocque replied. Having been unable to lower the Husnock shields from the FEYNMAN by connecting to and then overriding the alien computer. They had decided it would be easier to take the smallwork pod and, after cutting all power, 'coast' through the shield threshold. It wasn't the safest thing to do but done correctly it was fairly simple.

"Here we go!" In a fraction of a second it was over and true to his word Larocque had lowered and then re-powered the Charon's systems so quickly Zane was unsure if it had even happened.

"Airlock at bearing 325.6."

"Coming round."

<<<NRPG>>>

Melanie/Jason: So can you have the tractor beam down by MD:6.1200? :)

Ted: Enjoy the chair!

Respectfully,
Andy

-Commander Zane, Commanding Officer, USS FEYNMAN
-Commodore Nigel Straun, Executive Officer, INDIGO FLEET
-Commander Horatio Sinclair, Fleet Intelligence Officer, BLUE FLEET

USS FEYNMAN: Rearranging Things

by Max Felsher 8-20-1996

SD: 80820

These pirates were more loyal than one would think.

"Look," he said to the group. "You have two options. You can either tell us what you know, and possibly go free; or you can keep quiet and be brought back with us to Starbase Epsilon, where you will be tried for piracy and any other crimes you have committed."

"All we want to know," Jerran added, "is where any other pirate bases are, who comes through your base, that sort of stuff."

Maril stood up. "Keep trying, Scout." Maril smiled at his use of the nickname. "You too, Ensign Lee. I will get a report from Lieutenant Jenn on our situation." Turning over to the security officer in charge of the brig, he ordered, "Tell Lieutenant Jenn I will be up on the Bridge soon."

"Aye, sir," the officer replied.

MD 6.1245
Bridge

Maril listened as Jenn reported on the situation, and pondered what they would do about the Bird of Prey almost right on top of the Typhoon. Then, Jenn fell onto the floor, stopping Maril's train of thought.

"We need to get her to Sickbay," Maril said. It was more of an order than an observation. "Mr. Cartwright, take command for the moment. Computer, emergency beamout to Sickbay."

Maril's mind raced through the options as the transporter beam shimmered around Jenn and himself. They couldn't afford to lose a senior officer, since they were already spread out into at least three different groups and possibly more.

A nurse entered the room as they rematerialized. "Get her better," Maril ordered sharply. "She has a severe headache, which has been going on for quite some time," he added as he practically ran out of Sickbay. The situation was getting worse, not better.

MD 6.1305
Brig

Maril gestured for Jerran to walk over as Maril entered the brig.

"How has it been since I left, Scout?"

"Better. We were able to make them tell us that the Xanthadi sweep through this area every three weeks or so. They don't seem to know where any other pirate bases are, though."

"Did they tell you when the Xanthadi last swept through here?"

The usually confident Jerran swallowed for a second before answering. "Yes, sir, about two and a half weeks ago."

Maril's eyes drifted wearily as he contemplated that fact. "What is the usual size of the Xanthadi fleet?" he said distantly.

"They said it varied. Sometimes only one or two ships came; other times, ten did."

Maril also contemplated that thought, thensnapped out of his daze. "Well, we'll just have to prepare for that, then. Mr. Jerran, I'm putting you in command of the Typhoon."

"Me, sir? There are three other lieutenants on the ship, sir."

"No, Koreth and Meleah are on the surface now, and Jenn is not able to command for the moment. So, you are now in command. I have a plan." He motioned for the security officer to join the conversation.

"Now, two people are going to be beamed into an empty cell, that one," he said to the security officer, pointing to the cell farthest from the other prisoners. "As soon as they rematerialize, I want a forcefield up on that cell. They will not get out. Is that understood?"

"Yes, sir," the officer answered.

"Get the cell set up," he ordered. To Jerran, he said, "I am going to try to trick the Orion and her bodyguard to beam onto the ship. Hopefully, we can then reroute the beam to the brig, where we will have them trapped. You will stay on the Typhoon, while Ensign Lee and I beam back onto the Bird of Prey. We will coordinate from there."

"Aye, sir. I'll get to the Bridge now."

MD 6.1330
Transporter Room 1

Maril put in the command for a comm link to the Bird of Prey. "This is the Skipper. We've got the ship. You can beam over."

[Finally. But you better have that place secure.]

Maril watched the readout. His fingers flew over the console, trying to reroute the beam to the brig. Unfortunately, the original beam was trying to go the Typhoon's bridge, and the best Maril could do was rerouting it to the transporter room. He was quick to put a forcefield up around the pad, though.

"What? What is this? I'll-" the Pirate Queen's last words were cut off by the reinitiation of the transporter, which sent her and the bear into the Brig.

Maril tapped his communicator, "Maril to Brig. Do you have them?"

[Yes, sir, they're safely inside the cell.]

"Good. Ensign Lee, I'd like you to get up to Transporter Room 1."

[Yes, sir.]

"Maril out," he closed the communication. Without pausing, he said, "Maril to Bridge. Are you settled in, Mr. Jerran?"

[Yes, sir, we're fine up here.]

"Good. I'll contact you as soon as we're on the Bird of Prey. Maril out."

MD 6.1400
Bird of Prey: Bridge

Maril, Ensign Lee, and some NCOs that Maril had gathered from the Typhoon rematerialized and everyone went to their stations.

"Now, the first thing this ship needs is a new name. If there are no objections, I would like to name it the _batlh 'etlh_, or the _Sword of Honor_."

There were no objections, and so Maril ordered, "Hail the Typhoon."

The Typhoon's Bridge appeared, and Maril started, "We are ready over here. I suggest you head over to the Feynman and the Husnock ship. We will go back to the pirate base."

[Aye, sir. Typhoon out.]

The viewscreen faded, and Maril said, "Set course for the base. I am open to suggestions on how to deal with the remaining pirates."

The sun has met the sea,
Lt. Commander Onta Maril,
First Officer, USS Feynman,
aka Max Felsher

NRPG:
To assist all of us, I have listed where everyone is (I think<G>)
Feynman--Glin'kharr
Husnock ship--Zane
Planetoid surface--Koreth, Meleah, Allard
Typhoon--Jenn, Jerran
batlh 'etlh--Maril, Lee

Kristen: Have fun in Sickbay!

Joseph: I hope you like the big chair (even if it isn't on the Feynman)

Donna: Any ideas on what to do next?

USS FEYNMAN: Out of the Action

by Kristen Gant 8-21-1996

Stardate: 80821.1036
Scene: USS PHOENIX

"Damn!" she screamed throwing the hypospray to the side. "It's not helping anymore. You've got to mind something stronger!"

"Dee, I've already explained that there is nothing stronger, that won't knock you out. And we need you awake to tell us what's going on." Tremaine reasoned with her.

"Are you crazy. And put up with this pain!" had he been much closer she might have punched that sickening smile off his face. "I'm not getting anything anyway. I think that weak Lt. you choose, passed out long ago. Should've just gotten rid of her in the first place."

"I've already explained to you why we didn't. Had we had more time, the process might have been completed."

She glared at him, "Yes, but you neglected to check out her medical record thoroughly, you dolt! It was taking so long because she's only a half-functioning telepath! Which is probably why I'm suffering now! Now give me more drugs!!"

Tremaine motioned for the med tech to comply. As the woman began to relax and her eyes close, Tremaine snarled, "Damn fool woman, is going to blow this for all of us!"

Scene: Sickbay: USS TYPHOON
MD: 6.1400

Krysa put her hand to her head, and moved to sit up. The nurse pushed her back down, "Lie still please."

"What am I doing here?"

"You passed out on the bridge. How are you feeling?"

"Better," I think my headache is almost gone.

"That's good. We're going to be transferring you back to the FEYNMAN as soon as we get close enough."

"No, I'm in command here. I've a job to do." Krysa moved to stand again.

"It's alright, Lt. Jerran is in command."

"Terri?" she chuckled. "You're letting him run the ship?"

"Dr. Glin'kharr thinks your headaches might be due to a drug used to link you telepathically with another. When used improperly, it has been known to cause headaches."

Krysa looked at her confused.

"It's a Kzinti drug which allows one person to see everything and learn everything in someone else's head."

She remembered all the drugs she'd been given when kidnapped on the ring. She thought they had been only to keep her sedated. What else had they given her? "I'm feeling much better now. Maybe I should go up and help Terri while I can. I'll come back at the first signs of a headache."

"I don't think you understand, Lt. There could be someone out there that knows everything you do. Which means that I am under orders not to allow you out of Sickbay, until we can transfer you back to the FEYNMAN."

Krysa sat for a moment. She'd never ever thought that she would be a security risk. But if Glin'kharr was right, she was. There was nothing for her to do but wait until they could find something to help her. "When will we reach the FEYNMAN?"

"I can't tell you that. You have to understand."

Krysa nodded and lay back down on the bio bed. It was one thing to be in command waiting on reports .. it was something else completely to be confined to sickbay with no information at all.

Regards,
Lt. Krysa Jenn

NRPG: Okay so now Krysa know very little of what's going on :} As if this were something new :}:}

Kristen

-- Kristen & Scott Gant
http://homepage/interaccess.com/~sgant/scott.htm

USS FEYNMAN: Battle Over Junk

by Jason Bostjancic 8-21-1996

SD: 80821

> "IF you ever..."started Koreth, but stopped. As he rose and dumped
>J.C., the security chief rolled over to expose a deep burn over the
>right side of his chest...

'Damn it' thought Tarrant. A second shot barely missed his head. A quick look up, and a phaser shot sent the Nausician flailing into a pile of scrap metal. The piece of power converter sticking out of his chest indicated that he would be out of the fight.

Tarrant looked down at Allard. The wound was bad, but not life threatening if he could get the CSO back to the FEYNMAN.

"If you hadn't of tackled me he would have only grazzed my leg." It was probably true, but the fact still didn't help Tarrant.

A weak voice replied back, "Nope, it was higher..." J.C. tried to lift himself up to no avail. In fact he collapsed again in doing so.

Another blast nearby indicated that their position had been compromised.

Tarrant picked up the wounded officer and slug him over his shoulder. A slight grunt errupted. "Hold on kid, we'll get you home."

Taking another view of the situation, the CEO noticed that Meleah and her crew were pinned down. Two security personel attempted to out flank the remainig Nausicians.

One was met by a phaser blast to the arm, effectively knocking his weapon away.The other placed a well aimed shot into the attacker's upper torso, effectively downing him.

Tarrant snuck around to a pile of warp field coils from some ship he couldn't recognized. Then was amazed for the slightest moment that in the middle of a firefight he even attempted to recognize the design.

It was J.C.s shifting that caused him to snap back into reality, and the fact that their enemy was fireing a phaser at what seemed like only a few meters from them. The sound was unmistakable.

Tarrant ripped off J.C.'s comm badge and tossed it over the pile of junk. Then tapped his own.

"Tarrant to J.C.... FIRE!"

With that the partial klingon spun out from his hiding place. The nausician had turned and fired at the location of the thrown communicator. He never saw the blast which stunned him.

<NRPG>

Ok, more bad tactics. But heym they're fun

Respectfully,
Jason

Lieutenant Cmdr. Tirrin Vorak - OPS/2O - USS SERAPIS
Lieutenant Tarrant L. Koreth - CEO - USS FEYNMAN

"Quoth the Raven 'Nevermore'"

USS FEYNMAN: Here and There

by Andrew Catterick 8-21-1996

SD: 80821.1400
MD: 6.1230
Scene: Airlock, Husnock Ship

The two figures, clad in their grey environmental work suit, climbed slowly down the ladder inside the large airlock, the low gravity making their careful climbing look like a clumsy ballet. "I think my blood is pooling in my brain." Chief Larocque complained.

"Blood to the brain? That should be a new experience for you...but your right this is getting a bit monotonous. Look out below!" With a powerful push Zane floated past his comrade and began the steady descent to the bottom of the chamber. "Yes this is definitly more like it." He said with a chuckle as Larocque paused to watch and then allowed himself to 'fall' from the ladder.

"No wonder your not supposed to leave the ship anymore." He said trying to pretend he was not enjoying the experience as well.

____________________
MD: 6.1325
Scene: Main Engineering, Husnock Ship

"Ok, hand me the comm-relay." Zane stuck a hand out of the cramped access chute and grasped the small box Mike handed him. His hand disappeared back into the chute and after a few minutes and some mild swearing he began to emerge. "Well, thats that done." The two had installed a small relay device into the Husnok vessel's navigational computer which would give them partial comtrol over the ship allowing them to take it back to EPSILON with out towing it. It was limited though, with little possibility for fine maneuvering. The idea was to point it at EPSILON and let it go.

"Okay, I'll set up the log retreival unit, you can bomb the engine core." Zane said with a smile.

"Thanks. You know you'll blow to if this thing goes."

"Yeah but not as bad as the guy holding it." Zane replied.

"Small rewards."

"Take'em where they come."

The two men left the small compartment to finish the job. Unhappy with his decision to destroy the treasure trove of information. Zane had decided to enhance the options. During the boarding he and Larocque would install a navigational relay to control the vessel remotely. But if the worse case happened and it seemed apparent that Tremain would capture the ship the tri-cobalt bomb that Larocque was attaching to the side of the engine core would remove the prize quite efficently and, perhaps, provide a very large diversion allowing the FEYNMAN to slip away. But as Ensign Loth of all people had pointed out, as he handed Zane a small device before he had climbed into the CHARON, it was criminal to loose all the information that the Husnock ship had to offer. So he had re-designed a standard log-relay that would read and be capable of sending the Husnock's logs through the disturbances of the 'sack back to the FEYNMAN for study. If they did have to destroy the ship at least they would retrieve some of the information it held.

_________________________________
Scene:Airlock, Husnock Ship
MD:6.1400

Content with a job well done Zane stared up at the long ladder in front of him. This time he wasn't laughing.

"Remember this is fun." Larocque said as he began to climb."

"Oh yeah."

________________________________
Scene: Bridge, USS FEYNMAN
MD: 6.1415

Zane stepped on to the bridge and smiled at the wolf. "Have a good time doctor?"

The wolf, already out of the chair, frowned. At least Zane had assumed it was a frown. "Hardly."

<<<NRPG>>>

sorry its so short...in a rush.

Respectfully,
Andy

-Commander Zane, Commanding Officer, USS FEYNMAN
-Commodore Nigel Straun, Executive Officer, INDIGO FLEET
-Commander Horatio Sinclair, Fleet Intelligence Officer, BLUE FLEET

USS FEYNMAN: Taking the Base

by Max Felsher 7-22-1996

SD: 80822

"Strike the sails and lower the anchor."

Maril frowned thoughtfully. The senior crew of the Feynman had been spread out to a great extent. Lt. Jenn was unable to command, or serve in any way for that matter, considering her severe headache. He hated to leave Jerran on the Typhoon, but somebody had to command it, although this reduced the number of senior officers on the Bird of Prey to two, as Allard had run off before the launch without notifying him. Lieutenants Koreth and Meleah still had not reported back to the Typhoon, and the situation was becoming very dangerous, with no one knowing what anyone else was doing. Hopefully, Jerran would be able to report to the Captain, but that still left them out of contact with Maril and the other officers on the BoP or planetoid.

"We're landing now, sir."

Maril stood up, thankful that the officers who had been in the base before still had their pirate outfits on. "You three," pointing to those officers who were in pirate clothing, "let's get onto the base. Everyone else, I want you to search the ship. Catch any stowaways and report on anything interesting. And do not, repeat do not, let any non-Starfleet personnel on the ship. I don't want the pirates knowing that the vultures are really just canaries in disguise."

As the four "pirates" headed aft to get off the ship, Maril continued. "Everyone still have a sidearm?" The group nodded. "Good. We may need them." After a thoughtful pause, Maril gestured at Ensign Lee and the science officer who had come on the away team. "Once we're settled back in, I want you two to look for our two missing security officers. Take these." He passed a small oblong object to each officer. "They're communicators, just not ones you're used to. I'm sure you'll figure them out, though."

Maril had to stop there, as they had reached the door which opened to the outside.

They all stepped out into the base's "shuttlebay" and proceeded towards the bar where they had met Shirlea. It was probably where most of the pirates were anyway.

MD 6.1510
Pirate Base: Bar

Maril and the other three officers walked in without notice by anyone else. It seemed that the pirates were in something of a jovial mood, with no one "in charge" after the Orion had left. There was some liquid all over the floor, along with a good share of glass and other materials. A good many of the pirates looked rather intoxicated, from which Maril gathered that they were not drinking synthehol.

"Talarian ale," Maril said with ease, gesturing for the other three to order.

As he grabbed the ale, he took a rather large sip, noting the strange flavor. No time for that, though. Switching the ale to his left hand, he slammed his right fist down on the bar, at the same time yelling, "Listen up, you no-good excuses for pirates!"

The room quieted down for a second. Maril continued, "Look. I threw your 'Queen' into the volcano of Irabda. If you want to go the same way, I can arrange it. Does anyone want that?"

No one answered.

"Then I guess that means I run this place. Does anyone have any objections?"

Again, the room was silent.

"Good. Now, who here is gonna tell me what's been goin' on lately?"

The sun has met the sea,
Lt. Commander Onta Maril,
First Officer, USS Feynman,
aka Max Felsher

NRPG: Okay, it *looks* like everything here is under control. Does anyone else get the feeling that we're going to have a better chance against the Grey Fleet? After all, we have a)the Feynman, a Feynman-class destroyer; b)the Typhoon, a Storm(?)-class ship; c)a Husnock ship which has unbelievable power, even if we can't control it<G>; and d)the batlh 'etlh, a Klingon Bird of Prey.

Donna: You're going to have to go look for Allard et al. However, Lee can't be with them, as it's already been written that you weren't there. Maybe she finds them, and then reports back to Maril. You'll just have to figure something out.

USS FEYNMAN: Can They Be Far Away Now?

by Kristen Gant 8-24-1996

Stardate: 80824.1154
Scene: Sickbay, USS TYPHOON
MD: 6.2100

Krysa sat in Sickbay completely bored., "How much longer do I have to sit here!"

The nurse looked at her apologetically, "I know it's hard. But there really isn't anything else we can do until we know exactly what's causing your headaches."

"I know, but this is driving me crazy."

Thankfully, Lt. Jerran came in and helped relieve some of her boredom.

<<Insert Joseph's post>>

Krysa watched him leave. Even a mind probe would have been better then just sitting here. She wanted to follow him to the bridge so bad she could taste it, but she knew she couldn't. Right now she was regretting not bring Dr. Glin'kharr with her on the TYPHOON, maybe he could have figured out what was wrong with her.

She felt the ship rock, "What is he doing up there?" she asked. It wasn't that Krysa didn't have confidence in Jerran's abilities. She had more then she would ever let him know, but she found she truly hated being out of the action.

"Do you see anything?" he asked.

She turned and growled at him. "Of course not, you idiot. Because of these stupid headaches, they've figured it out! So much for your fool-proof plan."

"I'd like to see you try and find a perfect brainwave match." A man said irritably, coming up behind them. "Not to mention the constant bickering between you two is giving me a headache!"

"Wait a minute, something happening!" said the woman, suddenly putting her hand to her head.

"What?" Tremaine asked.

She grinned, "I think they're under attack. Maybe one of your fool ships finally found them."

"Tremaine here."

<Sir, we've lost contact with the ROLLING THUNDER.>

Tremaine glowered, "Head for the last known location of the ROLLING THUNDER," He rushed out of the Sickbay and up to the bridge.

Regards,
Lt. Krysa Jenn

NRPG: is it time to meet the PHOENIX yet :}

Kristen

-- Kristen & Scott Gant
http://homepage/interaccess.com/~sgant/scott.htm

USS FEYNMAN: A Horrific Discovery

by Andrew Catterick 8-24-1996

SD: 80824.1100
MD: 6.2120
Scene: Bridge

Zane spun in his chair to face the tactical station. "Anything?"

"No sir. Nothing on sensors. Still sending out hails."

Spinning back to face the viewer the Captain frowned. *Where are they?* He knew that sensors were terrible at best in this mess but the fact that they had not seen or heard from the TYPHOON in some time troubled him. He was fully confident of Jerran's ability to command but their were too many variables that could be stacked against him. Two hundred captured Starfleet officers with little else to lose, wandering Xanthandi and pirate patrols, and of course the harshness of the 'sack coupled with the deficiensies of the TYPHOON.

"How's the data flow from the Husnock vessel?" He decided a new avenue of thinking was preferable at this point. Worrying about an unknown would not accomplish anything.

"Information download proceeding normally...we've already received quite a bit."

"Good." At least that was going well. In fact all intelligence gathering operations were slowly becoming fruitfull. The ex-pirate and now Starfleet spy, Mason, had provided them with a rather lengthy list and Zane had been quite happy to find how detailed it was. With little else to add Mason had been allowed to transfer to the Bird of Prey so he could be returned to the pirate base. It remained to be seen if he would contine to pass information but Zane had a feeling he would.

As a bonus, Maril had downloaded portions of the Bird of Prey's log to the FEYNMAN before returning to the base. For the most part it as just a reiteration of what Mason had wriiten but that had actually been advantageous. Factual information was much better than the word of an untested turncoat. Either way the information they had gathered would keep the spooks back at EPSILON busy for months.

Now if they could just find the TYPHOON. As if on cue... "Sir! We're receiving a signal. There's too much information but I think its from the TYPHOON."

"Can you localize it?" Zane asked.

"Yes sir. Bearing 329.37."

"Put a tractor on the Husnock vessel but at the first sign of trouble let it drift. Helm, thats your heading. 1/2 impulse."

"1/2 impulse aye."

Feeling much better now that they had received a signal, albeit an unintelligable one, from TYPHOON he returned his attention to his arm console display and began to sift through the files that had already been downloaded from the Husnock ship. Unable to read the Husnock language most of the material was just a jumble of characters and symbols, but there was still much that was easily discerned such as the ships starcharts. It would seem it backed up the theory that as aggressive as they once were they were also explorer. That of course made sense, to contiually conquer you had to continuously push out into the unknown.

"Captain!...."

Instantly alerted by the tone of the TAC officer's voice Zane's yes sprang up to face the viewscreen. "Oh my God..." On the screen the port side of a STORM class cruiser tumble silently end over end. "Survivors?" Zane asked. Perhaps bulkheads had close in time, perhaps there were pockets of life.

"No readings at all sir." The TAC officer replied after a pause.

"Any sign of the starboard half?" Zane asked quietly, holding on to a thread of hope.

"Scanning."

<<<NRPG>>>
Joesph: I'm heading out to spend the day with my mother and I'm running behind so I'll let you establish contact.

Respectfully,
Andy

-Commander Zane, Commanding Officer, USS FEYNMAN
-Commodore Nigel Straun, Executive Officer, INDIGO FLEET
-Commander Horatio Sinclair, Fleet Intelligence Officer, BLUE FLEET

USS FEYNMAN: Things

by Donna Hurley 8-25-1996

SD: 80825
MD: 6.1400
Scene: Pirate Base

Ensign Lee and the science officer began their search for the missing officers after gathering a few ideas on their whereabouts from the pirates in the bar. The two decided to split up and stay in touch by the communicators Maril had given them.

Anna followed the directions given to her by one of the pirates which were supposed to take her to a buliding where the pirate had saw a man matching Allard's description; while, the Science officer went in the direction of the building where the Nausicians had been seen.

Anna quickly came to the realization that she was walking in circles and the directions given to her were either a joke or a result of the pirate's intoxication and she decided to go join the science officer.

As she walked she felt something hit her from behind and fell unconcious to the ground.

MD: 07.1202

Lee Anna awoke and realized that she had been stunned by a type 2 phaser rifle set on a heavy stun. She had only felt like that once before when an overtrigger-happy prison guard on Jaros thought Lee was trying to escape. That time Lee had been out for almost 24 hours. Ensign Lee looked around and noticed that her phaser and communicator were missing.

Ensign Lee got up and saw that she was still on the path leading to the Nausician bulding and decied to keep walking towards it; hoping to meet up with the science officer. Instead she made it to the building and heard phaser fire from behind it.

She crept over towards the sound while keeping low and saw Nausicans firing on what appered to be the missing officers. Then she heard

"Tarrant to J.C.... FIRE!"

and saw Lieutant Koreth stun one of the Nausicians, and realized that it was indeed the missing officers.

Lee Anna realized that although she didn't have a weapon, she still had the advantage of not being seen yet. There was one Nausican close to her, and Anna moved as fast as she could, slamming into one the Nausician. She then grabbed his arm and snapped it back and took his weapon. Spinning around, she took cover behind a large rock close to the warp coils where Lt. Koreth and Ens. Allard were and re-set the weapon to stun. She then looked around to see if she had a clear shot at any of the Nausicians.

NRPG:

>Oh yeah, and someone started a viscious rumour that Kristin is planning on
>killing everyone in red and taking command.

Just out of curiosity, if this were to happen, would the Counsellor get an instant promotion?

>Donna:You're going to have to go look for Allard et al. However, Lee
>can't be with them, as it's already been written that you weren't
>there. Maybe she finds them, and then reports back to Maril. You'll
>just have to figure something out.

Well, this what I figured out, I hope it made some sort of sense.

From:
Donna Hurley
aka Ensign Lee Ann (CNS USS FEYNMAN)
Ray.Hurley@ifbbs.synapse.net

USS FEYNMAN: A Better Discovery

by Andrew Catterick 8-25-1996

SD: 80825.0900
MD: 6.2130
Scene: Bridge

> Instantly alerted by the tone of the TAC officer's voice Zane's
> yes sprang up to face the viewscreen. "Oh my God..." On the screen the
> port side of a STORM class cruiser tumble silently end over end.
> "Survivors?" Zane asked. Perhaps bulkheads had close in time, perhaps
> there were pockets of life.
>
> "No readings at all sir." The TAC officer replied after a pause.
>
> "Any sign of the starboard half?" Zane asked quietly, holding on
> to a thread of hope.
>
> "Scanning."
>
As the minutes ticked by the thread of hope slowly slid away. No survivors had been located in the crumbled mess that had once been the port half of the cruiser. They had since located the similarily damaged starboard section and all sensors were now painstakingly examining every centimeter for even a glimmer of life. All that was clear was that there had been a quick, viscious fight and now a ship and her crew were dead. And who ever had wrought such havoc was still out there, perhaps even stocking the FEYNMAN. It couldn't be the pirates, the Captain thought to himself, that left the Xanthandi as the most likely culprits. "I'm sorry sir. We've picked up no lifesigns either."

"Very well. Secure from search. Helm, plot a course back to the Husnock ship, 1/2 impulse." They couldn't even stay for a brief memorial for the dead. He had the crew of the FEYNMAN to protect from whatever was out there.

"1/2 impulse aye."

Zane, like the rest of the bridge crew sat in stunned silence. 300 beings dead. It didn't seem real and to some of him it wasn't. How could it be? His friends and collegues and the GREY fleet crew of the TYPHOON all gone, they had still given their lives to serve and protect. What a waste.

A chime rang out behind him. "Captain we're being hailed. Sir! Its Lt. Jerran!"

It was a struggle to remain impassive and in the end Zane did let a slight smile cross his lips. "On screen."

The static that flickered across the screen was unable to hide the sombre expression on Jerran's face. [Captain I regret to inform you that we were attacked by one of the GREY Fleet vessels and in the ensuing battle completely destroyed the ROLLING THUNDER. There were no survivors.]

"What's your status?" Zane asked feeling for him, this would be with him for sometime.

[We took minor damage. No casulties. I have a more complete report concerning this and other matters. I suggest sending the text to you as communications are sporadic and may be monitored.]

"Agreed. Form up along side we're heading back to the Husnock ship. Once Maril and his team return we'll head back to EPSILON."

[Understood. TYPHOON out.]

"Transmission received." The TAC officer announced.

"Transfer it to my ready-room. Ensign Garret you have the bridge." Zane ordered as he rose.

_____________________________
Scene: Ready-room
MD: 6.2330

Setting the plate down on his desk he leaned back in his chair and sipped his coffee. After reviewing Jerran's entire report twice he had gone over the logs of the battle again and again. Zane had known his FCO would have done whatever was necessary to protect his ship but with such an outcome there would surely be some sort of official inquiry once they returned to EPSILON. GREY Fleet or not the THUNDER was still a Starfleet vessel crewed by Starfleet officers. What Jerran had done was correct but he wanted to be sure there would be no loose ends for some of Tremaine's supporters to tug on either to gain sympathy for the rest or out of spite to end Jerran's career. The only argument that they might have made was that THUNDER had mistakingly fired on TYPHOON due to the inaccurate sensor readings common to the 'sack but the logs clearly showed that the THUNDER's captain had hailed TYPHOON and engaged in coversation with Cartwright before firing.

Content that all the bases were covered Zane turned his mind to the next problem. What was wrong with Krysa?

> <<<NRPG>>> > Joesph: I'm heading out to spend the day with my mother and I'm running > behind so I'll let you establish contact.

Ok, I decided to post it:)

Ted: Assume Zane sent the portion of Jerran's report regarding Krysa down to Glin'Kharr for review. I don't know if there any additional information but I guess thats up to you.

Away Team: No rush to get back no matter what Zane says...have fun. I'm sure we can keep ourselves busy!

Respectfully,
Andy

-Commander Zane, Commanding Officer, USS FEYNMAN
-Commodore Nigel Straun, Executive Officer, INDIGO FLEET
-Commander Horatio Sinclair, Fleet Intelligence Officer, BLUE FLEET

USS FEYNMAN: Leaving the Base

by Max Felsher 7-26-1996

SD: 80826

Maril walked carefully around the circular room, examining every little detail. The main focus of the room was the large console on a table-like structure in the middle. It displayed a map of the slice of the Coalsack near the pirate base, complete with other pirate bases and ships. This was truly a remarkable find. Unfortunately, although the science officer had found his way back to the base, finding nothing, Ensign Lee was still missing. There were now two senior officers missing and two senior officers who had failed to report back for several hours.

Maril looked back over to the engineering officer, who was tinkering with the central console. Maril walked over and yanked one of the officer's hands away. "Listen, I don't want you bothering with this. I want you to look at this map here. Then I want you to see if this Orion woman kept any logs. Understand?"

The NCO nodded slowly, then turned towards the map on the large console. Then he looked in his hand. An information transfer device had been placed in it. He got to work, downloading the map.

Maril would have been nicer and more his usual self if it hadn't been for the two pirates in the room who were standing at the weapons and communications stations. So, he stuck to his pirate persona, keeping their infiltration secret for the moment.

MD 6.2100

Maril continued to watch the map, but nothing was really happening. He knew the Husnock ship was still trapped by the tractor beam, but there wasn't much he could do about that without arousing suspicion, and Koreth and Meleah were dealing with that anyway.

As Maril's eyelids slowly began to close, he noticed a new ship that hadn't been there before. Straightening up and opening his eyes, he focused on that ship. Hmm...a Storm-class ship, the _Rolling Thunder_. It seemed to be approaching the Typhoon's position. Before he could do anything, though, he saw weapons firing.

"What's happening?" Maril snapped to the real pirates.

"Two Storm-class Federation ships are fighting each other!" the one at weapons started laughing. "If we send out a ship now, we could capture them easily."

"I can see that they're fighting, you fool! And as for us capturing them, it's probably a trap. They must have seven starships right out of sensor range. What I want to know is their damage!"

"Umm...the one that attacked was in poor shape already and has taken a lot of damage. Oh, there it goes."

"There what goes?"

"The other one destroyed the attacker's shields and then fired on its starboard nacelle. The attacker didn't have a chance."

Complete with that information, Maril turned back towards the map.

MD 7.0010

Maril was still in the Command Center with the engineering and science officers, but he was tiring. Nothing important had happened since the destruction of the Rolling Thunder, but Maril didn't trust the pirates. If they ever learned that Maril and the others were Starfleet officers, or if they defied Maril in force, Maril would be like Armen thrown off the ship--alone and surrounded by vicious monsters. On top of that, the officers had already downloaded the map and the few logs that had been kept on the base.

"Let's get down to the bar," Maril said, almost smiling, though it was a pure lie. "You two stay here for now," he said as he gestured towards the pirates.

Maril strolled out of the room, followed by the engineering officer and then, the science officer.

As soon as they were away from the pirates, Maril said, "Quickly, over to thhe Bird of Prey. Walk normally, though."

MD 7.0015
Corridor

With Maril leading, the group headed for the batlh 'etlh.

Rounding a curve in the dark corridor, Maril heard footsteps behind and the sound of a phaser rifle being readied for shooting. As he turned, he saw the two pirates who had been in the Command Center running towards them.

"Duck!"

All three followed that advice quickly, but the science officer not fast enough as he was hit in the back.

"You stupid Starfleet!" the man who had been at the communications console cried before he was felled by a phaser beam from the engineering officer.

The other one ran towards them, hoping to hit Maril with his rifle, but Maril had some experience with the bat'telh--though this was much smaller--and he ducked under the pirate's lunge, grabbing the rifle at the same time.

The pirate tuned for another try, but Maril blocked that attempt, pushing him to the side and hitting him in the back with the butt of the rifle. The engineering officer then shot his phaser, resulting in the collapse of the pirate.

Maril walked over to the science officer and helped him stand up. The three of them walked quickly down to the base's shuttlebay, luckily with no resistance.

"That phaser was on stun, right?" Maril asked the engineerng officer.

Glancing down, the officer nervously replied, "Actually, no, it wasn't."

Maril sighed. "Well, we can't deal with that now."

MD 7.0025
Shuttlebay

The three officers raced down the shuttlebay's length and up the walkway, slowed somewhat by the science officer.

Once inside the Bird of Prey, Maril quickly contacted the bridge. "Maril to Bridge. Get us out of this base as quickly as possible."

[Aye, sir.]

MD 7.0030
batlh 'etlh:Bridge

As Maril briskly walked onto the bridge, he ordered, "Report."

"We've cleared the shuttlebay, sir, but several one-man assault bees have followed us and have opened fire."

"How much are we damaged?"

"Not much, sir, but if we continue to stay in the atmosphere, they'll keep on damaging us, and we can't get any hits on them, because they're so small and maneuverable."

"Very well. Pull us up out of the atmosphere and engage the cloak. Just before you do, just send out a warning volley with the disrupters."

"Aye, sir."

The sun has met the sea,
Lt. Commander Onta Maril,
First Officer, USS Feynman,
aka Max Felsher

NRPG: Well, everyone's out of the base now. The question is: how are we going to get those four senior officers on the planetoid out?

USS FEYNMAN: Not them again!

by Melanie Pocknall 8-27-1996

SD: 80827 Scene: Pirate Base > MD: 07.1202

> Lee Anna realized that although she didn't have a weapon, she
> still had the advantage of not being seen yet. There was one Nausican
> close to her, and Anna moved as fast as she could, slamming into one
> the Nausician. She then grabbed his arm and snapped it back and took
> his weapon. Spinning around, she took cover behind a large rock close to
> the warp coils where Lt. Koreth and Ens. Allard were and re-set the weapon
> to stun. She then looked around to see if she had a clear shot at any of
> the Nausicians.

Anna, Koreth and Allard managed to form a ring around the Nausicians who formed a ring around the other officers. A brief fire-fight followed, in which the rest of the Nausicians were stunned, and one security officer badly injured. Meleah and the other security officers came out of hiding.

"Well, that takes care of them," said Allard, breathing heavily. As Meleah looked at the officer, she saw the wound to his chest and reacted accordingly.

"You are in no shape to continue, Ens." She turned to Koreth. "I believe we have completed our mission, Lt. We now need to get back to the ship." She, and the others, realised that because communications were down, they had no way of contacting the ship, and if they tried to send a message from the pirate base, the pirates would descend on them like a swarm of bees (metaphorically speaking).

Koreth turned to Anna. "Ens, are there any other Starfleet officers on the surface?"

"Cmdr Maril was down here when I left. I don't know whether he still is," she said with a shrug of her shoulders.

"You," he commanded, pointing to one of the security officers, "accompany Ens Lee back to the base." He looked at one of the Nausicians. "You can take his clothes. He won't be needing them for a while."

The security officer quickly got changed, and the two headed off towards where the Bird of Prey was, where Anna thought might be a good place to start looking.

Meleah looked at the four injured officers. One of them was pretty bad and would most likely die unless they got back to the ship soon. Allard was beginning to look a little white as shock set in. Using strips from the pirates clothes, she made some bandages to cover the injuries on the officers, which would help until they reached the FEYNMAN or TYPHOON.

Easily lifting the most injured officer, they started off around the corner - very, very cautiously. Koreth stuck his head partway around the next corner and quickly pulled it back when he saw who was there. He gestured for Meleah to look, and subtly she did. There, sitting in a land speeder, were two Starfleet officers - who weren't getting shot at. The two officers were no more than 70 meters away from where Meleah was, and she could just make out that the individuals were highly ranked, before Koreth pulled her back.

"I think we could be in trouble." As Koreth said this, Allard peeked around the corner also, and recognized the officers which he had seen earlier. He pulled his head back and said as much to the other two.

Meleah considered the possibilities in a split second. She decided the most logical course of action would be to try and go around, but then, they didn't really know where they were going anyway.

NRPG:

I told you I'd write soon. Donna, you can get rid of the security officer if you have to turn up alone. Guys, stop picking on Kristin. If she hadn't asked about the colour of the uniforms, I eventually would have because I wasn't quite sure what colour science officers had anyway.

Sincerely yours,
Lt. Meleah, CSciO, USS FEYNMAN.

Melanie.

USS FEYNMAN: Stop the Ride, I Want to Get Off!

by Jason Bostjancic 8-27-1996

SD: 80827
7.1303

> "I think we could be in trouble." As Koreth said this, Allard
>peeked around the corner also, and recognised the officers which he had
>seen earlier. He pulled his head back and said as much to the other two.
>
> Meleah considered the possibilities in a split second. She
>decided the most logical course of action would be to try and go around,
>but then, they didn't really know where they were going anyway.

"We have to assume that Commander Maril is either caught or has left the surface." said Koreth in a hushed tone.

"Agreed," replied Meleah, "thus we are left with two apparent options. One - obtain a vessel with which to return to the Feynman or Typhoon..."

"And face whatever retalatory actions present by the pirates." added J.C. He was struggling to remain helpful. The chest wound started the young officer to wheeze. This in turn caused Koreth and Meleah to give a knowing look at each other.

"Two, " continued Meleah, "we contact the one of our ships and coordinate a rescue plan."

Koreth shook his head. Neither option was too apetizing. The pirates greatly outnumbered them. And just the fact that they knew the Federation was nearby would put them on a higher status of alert.

"By now, they must know that someone destroyed that tractor beam. We also must assume that they know someone is or was here."

NRPG*

Just summing up and lying the groundwork for a few ideas up-and-coming

Respectfully,
Jason

Lieutenant Cmdr. Tirrin Vorak - OPS/2O - USS SERAPIS
Lieutenant Tarrant L. Koreth - CEO - USS FEYNMAN

"Quoth the Raven 'Nevermore'"

USS FEYNMAN: Stop the Ride, I Want to Get Off! (Cont.)

by Michael "Mike" Dailey 8-27-1996

> "By now, they must know that someone destroyed that tractor beam.
> We also must assume that they know someone is or was here."

J.C. tried to suppress a coughing spell, fighting away the stabbing pain. * Spirits, a few hours ago I was roasting! The temperature must be close to 90, and I'm freezing!* Sitting on the ground near LT. Koreth and the others, he tried to curl up and get warmer, with no luck.

"Sirs, maybe if we could... *COUGH COUGH COUGH*... no, I'll be fine. If we could somehow trick the Nausicians or Pirates to beam us onto their ship, if they thought we had something valuable they *COUGH COUGH*" J.C. glanced up at the two LT's, his face gone quite pale and shivering... With a blank, glazed expression, he looked deep into the eyes of Koreth, and then Meleah. "Sarge, when are we going back to the dorm? I don't feel too well." Meleah looked up at Koreth, whose eyes grew wide.

"Sarge, I know the Commandant will be disappointed, but I'm getting worse." J.C. rubbed his shoulders to get warmer. "Really, Sarge. I know our first away-team exercise only lasts one more night, but I'll take it again. Cadet Hahn could take me to the Medic Station....COUGH COUGH COUGH"

Submitted,
Mike Dailey
Splatter2@qtm.net
Ensign J.C. Allard SEC-TAC - USS FEYNMAN - SILVER FLEET
Lieutenant D'doj Zzawj Ckorji, MD - CMO - USS CONSTITUTION - INDIGO
******** * NRPG * ******** Just prodding an idea on, before J.C. klonks out....

Cheers! Mike

USS FEYNMAN: Help Has Arrived .. Maybe

by Kristen Gant 8-28-1996

Stardate: 80828.1834
Scene: Sickbay USS TYPHOON
MD: 7.0030

Terri walked in and greeted Krysa with a smile. "We're ready to beam you out of here."

"It's about time," she said with a smile of relief. "I'm starting to go crazy in here."

"Yeah, I bet in actuality you're driving her crazy," Terri said glancing at the nurse who simply grinned.

"Well, get me out of here." Krysa said heading toward the door of Sickbay, with Terri close on her heels.

Scene: USS Phoenix: Sickbay

"They're taking her out of Sickbay, maybe now we'll get somewhere," the woman said.

"I certainly hope so, Dee. Cause every lead we've followed so far has been a dead end. I want the FEYNMAN and I want them now."

She looked at him, "You're beginning to sound a little obsessed now, Tremaine."

"Of course, I'm obsessed, they've ruined every plan I had! And if they make it back to Epsilon, we're finished."

"You're finished anyway, you just don't know when to quit."

Tremaine struck out, his hand making a crisp crack as it landed on her face. Her eyes flashed with anger as she grabbed his offending arm twisting it behind his back, while pulling the phaser from his belt and pushing it into his back.

"Didn't your mother ever teach you that you shouldn't hit girls. It can cost you your life." She pushed him with her foot firing the phaser as he turned to face her. She watched as he dropped to the ground. The doctor stood gaping at her. "Opps," she said with a grin and ran out of Sickbay.

Checking the phaser, she groaned to see it was only set at stun. Quickly setting it higher she ran on down the corridor. As she listened to the sound of her footfall through the empty corridors, her head began pounding again and she saw the transporter beam take her just before she leaned against the wall, closing her eyes.

She opened to find that she hadn't transported at all. It was the transporter beam that had taken Krysa from the TYPHOON to the FEYNMAN. Suddenly Dee smiled, as an idea popped into her head.

Scene: USS FEYNMAN: Sickbay
MD: 7.0045

Krysa walked in to Sickbay with a groan. Having just spent the better part of a day in the USS TYPHOON's sickbay she wasn't looking forward to spending more time in the FEYNMAN's. Especially not with a doctor there to stand over her and pinch and prick her to find the problem

"Another head ache I hear, Lt." said Dr. Glin'kharr as she walked in.

"Guess it was a little more then the pinch I got on the neck." She joked though the pounding that had started up again during the transport.

Glin'kharr simply looked at her with a slight tilt of his head and motioned for her take a seat on the bio bed. "I'm going to run some blood tests and see if we can find any traces of these drugs."

Scene: USS PHOENIX: Shuttle bay
MD: 7.0100

Dee snuck around behind the ensign on duty, slamming the phaser over his head. She watched as he slumped to the ground, then quickly stepped into the nearest ready shuttle and started the engines.

She maneuvered the shuttle out of the shuttlebay. Once she was out of distance of the PHOENIX, she began transmitting a federation distress signal, hoping that luck would be with her today and that she would be found by the FEYNMAN.

Scene: USS FEYNMAN: Captain's Ready Room MD: 7.1200

"What are your findings, Doctor," asked Zane.

<It's definitely the Kzinti mind drugs. But there more to it then that. I can purge the drugs from her system, but there's still some sort of link that I haven't been able to explain yet.> Glin'kharr's voice growled over the comm pin.

"Let me know when you do," said Zane.

The Captain sat in silence for a few minutes contemplating the doctor's information, when it was interrupted by the bridge, <Sir, we're picking up a distress signal. Federation in origin.>

"I'll be right there." Zane stood and headed out to the bridge. Looking at Garret, who was sitting at Ops he asked, "Can you put it on screen."

"I'm trying, sir. But unfortunately the 'sack is still giving us difficulties." Garret worked her console a bit longer and the viewscreen changed from a static filled starfield to a static filled interior of a Federation Shuttlecraft.

"This is Commander Zane of the USS FEYNMAN."

<Well, it's about time,> came a familiar voice, thought he still couldn't make out the face behind all the static.

"Who is this?" he asked.

<The only person who can help you and your friend, Krysa.> As Garret continued to work on the static, a face become visible. Krysa's face stared back at him, waiting for his reply.

Regards,
Lt. Krysa Jenn

NRPG: Well, Tremaine isn't dead :} The fake Krysa is in Zane's hands .. I haven't really any plans for her other then that I think she might at least be able to tell Glin'kharr what they did to Krysa .. though I don't know what that is yet. So if anyone has any ideas, your help is welcome ..

Kristen -- Kristen & Scott Gant http://homepage/interaccess.com/~sgant/scott.htm

USS FEYNMAN: A Guest Arrives

by Andrew Catterick 8-29-1996

SD: 80829.1400
Scene: Sickbay, USS FEYNMAN

Tremaine rose from the deck and groaned from the nauseous aftereffects of a close range stun. If it were not for the two nurses supporting him on either side he would have collapsed to the floor. The doctor, facing him, quickly ran a bio-scanner up and down the length of his body. Satisfied with the readings he pushed a hypo-spray into his neck. "Your lucky it was a low setting."

Relief swelled through his body and Tremaine stood straighter. "Where is she?" he demanded.

"She ran out of here before we even realized what was happening. I've alerted security." The doctor looked hopeful. "There's nowhere she can go."

[Bridge to Captain.]

"Tremaine here have you got her?"

[Search still in progress sir. Captain Peterson wishes to speak to you.]

"What the hell is he doing out of position?" The fact that Peterson was able to contact Tremaine meant that the ARGONAUT was no longer patrolling the opposite side of the 'sack and therefore out of communication range.

[He didn't say sir. Just that it was urgent.]

Tremaine grunted. "Route it down to the doctor's office."

The face of Captain Peterson was already staring out from the screen as Tremaine entered the office. "You better have a damn good reason for not being on station Bart. If that ship slips by I'll..."

Peterson calmly interrupted another of Tremaine's tirade's [THUNDER is gone.]

Tremaine simply stared back at the screen as he struggled to calm himself. "What do you mean gone?"

[We just picked up his last marker buoy. It seems he has taken it upon himself to go after Rimmer and TYPHOON. He said he didn't want to wait around for Rimmer to take all the glory. The damn fool has pledged to find and take the FEYNMAN inside the sack.]

Tremaine dropped down into the chair. It was some time before he spoke again. "We'll have to reposition ourselves. Our only hope is to place ourselves between the nebula and EPSILON and that the FEYNMAN doesn't head elsewhere."

[Agreed. With ARGO's speed problems I think we should move away from the sack to build in a little reaction time. Once they emerge you can intercept and engage and then I'll bring ARGO in. Any other way and she'll simply slip by and leave us in her dust.]

"Very well. Signal when your in position. PHOENIX out." As the image of Peterson was replaced by the standard Starfleet Medical insignia the Tremaine's communicator chimed again. "Tremaine."

[Captain, we've just picked up a shuttle leaving the ship at high speed.]

"Tractor it." Tremaine ordered.

[Its out of range.]

"Use phasers and disable." He demanded.

[Its out of weapon's range.]

"Then pursue it!" Tremaine Screamed, his body shaking.

[Captain....the shuttle will enter the sack before we can overtake.]

Surprisingly Tremaine's voice was quite calm.. "Commander how did a shuttle escape you?"

[We didn't pick it up on sensors until it was too late, nor did the shuttle deck report an unauthorized launch. I'm sorry sir.]

Tremaine picked up the PADD lying on the doctors desk and with a primal scream flung it into the wall.

______________________________________
Scene:Bridge, USS FEYNMAN
MD: 7.1200

>"This is Commander Zane of the USS FEYNMAN."
>
><Well, it's about time,> came a familiar voice, thought he still couldn't
>make out the face behind all the static.
>
>"Who is this?" he asked.
>
><The only person who can help you and your friend, Krysa.> As Garret
>continued to work on the static, a face become visible. Krysa's face
> stared back at him, waiting for his reply.

"Get a tractor beam on that shuttle." Zane ordered as soon as he realized who it was.

"Tractor beam engaged sir."

[Thats not very hospitable of you Captain considering I came all this way just to help you.] She smiled sweetly and despite himself Zane noticed the smile.

"I'm sorry if your offended by my being so forward I just look forward to seeing you and wanted to make sure you visited. Now, what kind of help can you offer."

[Sarcasm is most unbecoming Captain. We'll talk when I come aboard.] She disappeared from the screen.

"Mr. Garret you have the bridge. I'll be on the flightdeck."

<<<NRPG>>>

Well at first we feared the SHADOW Fleet but now....well ARGO still has some pretty impressive weapons

Bat'leth/Away Team: I'm missing you guys, how about starting to wrap it up and head for home. Its not like FEYNMAN to be out this long and I don't want Mike to get worried we've gone missing. ;)

Respectfully,
Andy

-Commander Zane, Commanding Officer, USS FEYNMAN
-Commodore Nigel Straun, Executive Officer, INDIGO FLEET
-Commander Horatio Sinclair, Fleet Intelligence Officer, BLUE FLEET

USS FEYNMAN: The Away Team's Back!

by Melanie Pocknall 8-30-1996

SD: 80830

>"Sirs, maybe if we could... *COUGH COUGH COUGH*... no, I'll be fine. If
>we could somehow trick the Nausicians or Pirates to beam us onto their
>ship, if they thought we had something valuable they *COUGH COUGH*" J.C.
>glanced up at the two LT's, his face gone quite pale and shivering...
>With a blank, glazed expression, he looked deep into the eyes of Koreth,
>and then Meleah. "Sarge, when are we going back to the dorm? I don't
>feel too well." Meleah looked up at Koreth, whose eyes grew wide.
>
> "Sarge, I know the Commandant will be disappointed, but I'm getting
>worse." J.C. rubbed his shoulders to get warmer. "Really, Sarge. I know
>our first away-team exercise only lasts one more night, but I'll take it
>again. Cadet Hahn could take me to the Medic Station....COUGH COUGH COUGH"

MD: 7.0015

Meleah's expression changed to one of concern. She recognized the signs well enough. If Allard didn't get treatment of his wounds soon, he would become more delusional, and eventually die. They needed to do something fast. Meleah thought quickly. She took out her tricorder and scanned the building nearby. It appeared to have some communications equipment inside. All they needed to do was get inside. And the easiest way would be through the back door....

Several minutes later, the away team arrived at the 'back door'. Meleah was carrying Allard over her shoulder as he was fully unconcious by that time. Koreth went in first, carefully scanning to see if there was anyone in there. Luck seemed to be with the team as life-signs readings were nil. Looking into the first room, Koreth saw that it was full of junk, like the other building. The next room looked more promising. Inside it were ceiling-high computers and communication systems. While some of the team stood guard near the door, Meleah and Koreth had a look around. The former found a communications access panel while the latter was looking for transporter controls. Not that they could actually beam anywhere without knowing where the ships were but just in case they needed it.

Using her highly intelligent brain, and special intrigue program, Meleah managed to send a message off to the Feynman. Then all they could do was sit and wait for the Feynman to reply.

On the Feynman...

Zane was in the middle of talking to Dee when his commbadge beeped for attention. "Zane here."

[Commander, there is a message from the surface. It appears to be in code.] came the voice of MCPO Nick Richards, the science officer.

"Can you break the code?" asked Zane, thinking that it was either from the away team or, unlikely as it may be, a pirate group.

There was a pause.[It'll take a few minutes].

"Keep me informed."

Five minutes later, Richards called again. [It appears that the code is one of Lt. Meleah's that she uses to communicate with the ship. It gives the co-ordinates of the away team, and requests that they be beamed up immediately. It appears that there are several casualties.]

"No mention of who is there?"

[No, sir.]

"Send the co-ordinates to transporter room 1. Ens Furhman, lock onto the away team on the surface and bring them back immediately."

MD: 7. 0040
Transporter room 1, USS FEYNMAN.

Matt found that there were ten officers to beam up, selected six of them to beam up, then touched the controls. Six shapes took form, Meleah and Allard being two of them. Immediately, Matt tried to get the rest of the team. The first attempt was unsuccessful, with the particles that were flying around the ship interfering. But he reconfigured the transporter's beam and rescued the others. "Furhman to Zane. The away team is back."

MD: 7.0046 Sickbay, USS FEYNMAN.

Meleah carried Allard into sickbay and immediately put him onto one of the biobeds. The doctor was in the middle of running blood tests on Krysa and paused when he saw the state Allard was in. Because the two cases were both important, he was undecided for a moment which one to do first.

"Lt," he addressed Meleah, "Do you have any medical skills?"

"Yes," she replied.

"Good." He gave her a brief run down on Krysa's condition while he surveyed Allard. Meleah took the tests from him, and continued with them herself, while Glin'kharr looked after Allard.

NRPG:

Okay, the away team's back. I'm confused about the times though. Everything's happening at the same time, but some people are writing 1200 while others (myself included) are using 0000. Can someone clarify this for me?

Sincerely yours,
Lt. Meleah, CSciO, USS FEYNMAN.

Melanie.

USS FEYNMAN: Back to the Planetoid

by Max Felsher 8-30-1996

SD: 80830

Maril was contemplating the next move. They had been chased off the planetoid by a group of tiny assault bees. Maril didn't like this; despite his being a science officer, there was something of the fighter in Maril--after all, it wasn't easy to learn a new kind of language and get through the Academy as the only Tamarian. And many on the Feynman could testify to Maril's toughness. Besides the fact that Maril didn't like giving up so easily, there were four officers missing down there. "Sir, we've located the Feynman," the officer at Tactical reported, jolting Maril from his thoughts.

"Set a course for it. Full impulse. Maril to Engineering."

[Engineering here.]

"I want you to see if you can set up a phaser bank which will cover our aft section. Not too powerful, but I want it to be quick. Understood?"

[Yes, sir.]

"Good. Maril out. Helm, ETA to Feynman?"

"About seven minutes, sir."

MD 7.0110

"We've arrived, sir. Seven hundred meters off the starboard bow."

"Disengage the cloaking device and hail them."

"They're responding, sir."

"On screen."

The view on the main screen jumped from empty space to the bridge of the Feynman. [Hello, Commander,] Commander Zane started. [Nice prize you got yourself.]

"Yes, it's a nice ship, sir. I have a map of the area and some logs from the pirate base which we can send over. One injured crewman as well."

[Very well. Beam the officer over and start the data transfer. What are your plans, Commander?]

"Plans, sir?" Maril paused for a second, confused. "Oh. Well, I intend to find the four missing officers as soon as a new phaser bank is installed."

[Why do you have to wait for a new phaser bank?]

"When we escaped from the pirate base, the pirates sent out a squadron of assault bees to pester us. We had to leave the atmosphere since they were too small to hit with the disrupters."

[I see. Alright, you go get our officers off the planetoid as soon as possible. Feynman out.]

MD 7.1020

Maril walked from station to station, examining each meticulously. It wasn't necessary, but Maril was bored and he had to do something.

[Engineering to Bridge. The phaser bank is installed. I wouldn't push it too hard, though.]

"Understood. Good job. Maril out." He paused for a second before sitting down and speaking again. "Helm, set a course for the planetoid. Full impulse. Tactical, disengage the cloak as soon as we hit the atmosphere."

MD 7.1030

"We're entering the planetoid's atmosphere, sir."

"You know what to do, Tactical."

"Yes, sir. Disengaging cloak. Squadron 2 kilometers to our port."

"Helm, set course, heading 043, mark 332, away from the squadron."

"Sir, it's not just assault bees anymore. They've got some larger ships now, slightly larger than runabouts."

Maril frowned at the news. "Helm, take us about, and then full stop. Tactical, arm disrupters."

"Disrupters armed and ready, sir."

"Do not throw your lightning until you know what you're hitting. In other words, wait for them to fire."

The officer at Tactical frowned. "But, sir, we have the advantage now."

"Carry out my orders."

Though Maril's voice was firm and calm, sweat was appearing on his forehead. Despite his long tenure as the Feynman's XO, he had rarely been put in a combat position without the Captain on the Bridge. Even then, it had always been on the Feynman. This was a new ship to Maril. Would it withstand the onslaught of the pirates?

The ship shook slightly. "Minor damage from one of the assault bees, sir."

"Lock disrupters on one of the large ships and fire when ready," Maril ordered, tensing up a bit.

The ship shook again, this time a little harder. "We destroyed the ship we fired at, but another of those large ships hit us."

"Use the disrupters on any large ships in range and use the phaser to knock out any of the assault bees you can."

"Aye, sir."

"Helm, take us, heading 082, mark 29, quarter impulse," Maril ordered.

"Three assault bees destroyed, sir! Only five more assault bees left."

"Again, heading 247, mark 321."

"Another large ship destroyed. There's only one of those left," the officer at Tactical reported crisply.

"Heading 097, mark-"

Before Maril could utter the last number, he was thrown from his chair, though luckily not into any large objects.

"Report!" Maril ordered sharply, though with less of an edge than he usually did.

"The remaining larger ship got in a good shot on us. It knocked out our transporters and our shield generators."

Reorganizing himself, Maril sat back down and ordered wearily, "Set a course so that we're facing the last larger ship. Continue to fire on the assault bees and on the large ship when we're in range."

"Aye, sir. Firing disrupters. Direct hit! It's not destroyed, but it looks like it will crash."

"How many assault bees are left?"

"Three, sir; they shouldn't be too much of a problem with our phaser beam pointed at them."

"Very well, start searching for our missing officers. If the assault bees try to stab us in the back, fire a few warning shots. If those don't work, you can destroy them."

The sun has met the sea,
Lt. Commander Onta Maril,
First Officer, USS Feynman,
aka Max Felsher

USS FEYNMAN: Return From Innocence

by Jason Bostjancic 8-30-1996

SD: 80830
MD: 7.1307

As Meleah headed off to Sickbay with Allard, Tarrant rushed to the bridge. A lot had happened and he needed to catch up...

When he entered the bridge though the CEO was surprised to find no Zane and no Maril. In fact the bridge seemed to be manned by all junior officers. Tarrant frowned.

Mr. Garret stood up upon Tarrant's entering. "Sir."

Once again the taste of command seemed sweet, but there were more pressing matters. "Stand down Garret. You still have the bridge, but I need the rundown."

"Sir? From when?" the look on his face said that there was a few stories to tell.

As much as Tarrant would have rather gone through the logs, he felt a tinge of urgency. "From when I left with Lt. Meleah to disengage that tractor beam."

Garret whistled, "Well....."

MD: 7.1320

The current situation all told, the partial Klingon felt as if he had missed a lot.

There were many things which could be done that Tarrant would have loved to dive into had they more time and better circumstances.

The Husnock logs had just about filled up the Feynman's single computer core. But by their readings, it only amounted to about 38% of the Husnock's total data. Tarrant shuddered to think of scuttling the vessel.

Likewise, Cmdr. Maril had found himself a Bird of Prey. Tarrant had trained in many different classes of the Klingon ship back in his days with the KDF. Besides of which he could read Klingon. Both of which could proove useful.

"Tarrant to Zane"

"Thank you Captain."

"Actually Sir, orders."

<NRPG>

I'll leave it to someone else to piece together our mish-mash of time so that we have some since of togetherness.

Andy=> It's up to you. Fill in as required and give your CEO something to do <G>

Respectfully,
Jason

Lieutenant Cmdr. Tirrin Vorak - OPS/2O - USS SERAPIS
Lieutenant Tarrant L. Koreth - CEO - USS FEYNMAN

"Quoth the Raven 'Nevermore'"

USS FEYNMAN: Let's Make a Deal

by Kristen Gant 8-30-1996

Stardate: 80830.1442
Scene: Flight deck
MD: 7.1230

Dee stepped out of the shuttle and approached the Captain of the FEYNMAN. Zane knew she wasn't Krysa, but he could see how someone would be easily fooled.

"How nice of you to have me back," she smiled, moving toward him.

"Would you like to see your old quarters," Zane said tightly.

She laughed, "Aren't you the funny one today, considering the importance of my visit."

"Oh, yes, you did mention that you were the only one who could help us. Though I can't for the life of me figure out how."

"Come now, I know better then that. Do you really think we only share a face?" She gloated knowing she had him, "Perhaps we should go somewhere a little more private for a chat."

Zane nodded, leading her into a training room used by the flight control depart, which was just off the flight deck. The two entered and Zane turned to face her. "Now tell me who you are and what it is you think you can do for Krysa."

"Who I am isn't important, but you," she said coyly, "can call me Dee. As for your Krysa, I know what I can do for her, because I know what was done to her .. and to me." she said circling him. A smile played across her lips as she ran a hand lazily down his arm.

"What was done to her?" he asked pulling away slightly.

She chuckled slightly, "Well, before I answer that, there are a few things which I want."

Zane stiffened. He had been expecting this. "What do you want?"

"Must we be so business-like," she teased him, "Can't we be friendly."

"Friendly? Somehow this just doesn't seem friendly to me." Zane said

"Come now, Captain. Haven't you ever wanted to stop being a captain and just have some fun? What about this face," she asked, taunting him, "haven't you ever wanted .."

"That's enough." His eyes narrowed, "I don't have time for your games. If you aren't going to help, I may as well take you to the brig now."

Krysa's face pouted, "Very well, Captain. I will tell you how to help your Krysa." A twisted smile formed. "But in return, I want a fully stocked and ready go runabout. Along with escort out of 'sack and protection from the PHOENIX. Once I'm on my way safely, I'll given you what you need to stop dear Krysa's head from exploding."

Regards,
Lt. Krysa Jenn

-- Kristen & Scott Gant
http://homepage/interaccess.com/~sgant/scott.htm

USS FEYNMAN: Let's Make a Deal (Cont.)

by Andrew Catterick 8-30-1996

On Fri, 30 Aug 1996, Kris & Scott Gant wrote:
> Stardate: 80830.1442
> Scene: Flight deck
> MD: 7.1230
>
> Krysa's face pouted, "Very well, Captain. I will tell you how to help your
> Krysa." A twisted smile formed. "But in return, I want a fully stocked and
> ready go runabout. Along with escort out of 'sack and protection from the
> PHOENIX. Once I'm on my way safely, I'll given you what you need to stop
> dear Krysa's head from exploding."

Zane laughed. "Oh is that all? Your sure you'd rather not just take the FEYNMAN?"

"Well," She replied as she slid behind him and glanced over his shoulder. "I'll take anything you have to offer."

Zane moved around the desk. "You don't honestly believe I'm going to let you waltz out of here after all you've done."

"You are if you want to keep poor Krysa around. Remember Captain I know *all* of your thoughts so I know its not just a question of saving an officer."

Zane stared back at her wondering if she could indeed read his thoughts or if she was merely bluffing. He grabbed her arm. "Let's go."

"Oooh." She purred. "Are we going somewhere a little more private?"

"Don't flatter yourself. We're going to sickbay and your going to help Krysa."

<<<NRPG>>>

Can Dee read minds or just Krysa's and what does Zane want to keep private?

Respectfully,
Andy-->Mischievious mood

-Commander Zane, Commanding Officer, USS FEYNMAN
-Commodore Nigel Straun, Executive Officer, INDIGO FLEET
-Commander Horatio Sinclair, Fleet Intelligence Officer, BLUE FLEET

USS FEYNMAN: I Can Give You the World

by Kristen Gant 8-30-1996

> "Oooh." She purred. "Are we going somewhere a little more private?"
> "Don't flatter yourself. We're going to sickbay and your going to
> help Krysa."

Stardate: 80830.2003
Scene: Corridor
MD: 7.1245

"I don't think you want to do that."

"Oh, and what makes you think I care what you think?" asked Zane still pulling her along.

"Well, alright but don't say I didn't warn you. I'm sure you'll be sad when Krysa's gone, but even sadder when you realize it's your fault."

He stopped, turning to look at her, still tightly grasping her arm, "What are you talking about?"

"I already told, Captain. Unless I get what I want Krysa doesn't get better." She smiled, "You see, whether you want to admit it or not I hold the key to Krysa's sanity. You could have the best doctors in the universe, and without my cooperation, they can't do anything for her."

"Now why do I not believe you?" Zane said.

She smiled, "So you're the type of man who needs proof. I would have thought better of you."

"You certainly can't blame me as I stand here looking at a woman with a stolen face," he retorted.

"Oh," she feigned, "now that does hurt." His grip loosened enough for her to shake his hand away. But she didn't run. "Okay so you and I both know that this face doesn't belong to me. Nor does the voice, or the hair. It was all done as a ruse. Granted a failed one, but that can be blamed on the stupidity of those in charge. I did my part."

"What was your part? I have to admit I've been curious."

"Oh, no, Captain. That's all in the past. I'm only interested in the future and where I would best be served." She sighed. "I'll give you the proof you need, and then we'll talk seriously." She closed her eyes briefly, as she visualized what Krysa was seeing and feeling. "Go ahead, call Sickbay. See how she's doing."

Zane tapped his comm badge, "Zane to Sickbay, how's Krysa?"

<Not so good, right now. She was just hit with another severe headache.> came Glin'kharr's voice, <I'm going to have to sedate her in order to stop it.>

"Any idea what's causing it?"

<It's partially due to the drugs I talked to you about earlier .. but we've been working on purging her system of the drugs. Still without warning the headaches come on. I haven't figured out the reason yet.>

"Very well, do what you have to." Zane frowned at the woman in front of him who stood looking very smug. She set her jaw to keep her own pain from showing. After years of practice she was pretty good at it. "Stop it, now. Leave her alone." He said.

She stopped, immediately feeling the pain beginning to go away. She was glad that the error they had made was coming in handy. She looked around the corridor briefly then turned her eyes back to Zane's. Her voice dropped to barely a whisper, "I know your secret wish, and I can make it come true." She moved closer to him. "I can make her into anything you want. All it takes is the right thought planted in the right place."

She reached out and lightly touched his face, "All you have do is give me what I want, and it's all yours. Not a the fake .. but the real thing."

Regards,
Lt. Krysa Jenn

NRPG: Now Andy .. did you really think I could pass that up? I tried, honest I did, but I just couldn't :}:}

Kristen
--
Kristen & Scott Gant
http://homepage/interaccess.com/~sgant/scott.htm

USS FEYNMAN: I Can Give You the World (Cont.)

by Andrew Catterick 8-30-1996

SD: 80830.1700
Scene: Corridor
MD: 7.1305
>
> She stopped, immediately feeling the pain beginning to go away. She was glad
> that the error they had made was coming in handy. She looked around the
> corridor briefly then turned her eyes back to Zane's. Her voice dropped to
> barely a whisper, "I know your secret wish, and I can make it come true."
> She moved closer to him. "I can make her into anything you want. All it
> takes is the right thought planted in the right place."
>
> She reached out and lightly touched his face, "All you have do is give me
> what I want, and it's all yours. Not a the fake .. but the real thing."

Zane stood silently staring at the imposter not knowing what to say. The decision he faced...but one thing was clear. "If you can read my thoughts then you know I'd never agree to such...persuasion." "But you want to." Dee replied firmly.

"I would never agree to it." He reaffrimed, stronger this time.

"You Starfleet are all alike, high moral fibre and all the usual propaganda. Think of what your passing up."

Zane ignored the subject. "How can you help her."

"Its much easier to do than explain." She smiled.

"Not good enough. Try."

"Its going to have to be. I can't explain it I just do it. And if I don't do it soon it won't matter. There'll be no saving her."

"You won't let that happen you'd be facing murder charges."

"Based on what? Your word!" She laughed. "Sure your a Starfleet Captain but you still need real, physical proof and you don't have it and can't possibly find it."

"I'm sure Dr. Glin'kharr would be able to find what powers you have and...."

"And by then Krsya would be gone, victim to a very painful death. Is a runabout worth it?"

It wasn't. "How do I know you'll fulfill your word?"

"You don't." She smiled smugly. "But what choice do you have?"

Zane frowned. *Very little choice.* He thought. *Alright you win.*

"See, I knew you'd see it my way."

[Tarrant to Zane.]

"Zane here. Welcome back Lieutentant." At least that was one problem out of the way. The junior officers had all performed incredibly but Zane was greatly relieved to have some experience up on the bridge.

[Thank you Captain.]

"What is it you need Mr. Koreth?" He asked a little exasperated due mostly to the smugly smiling Dee standing in front of him.

[Actually sir, orders.]

"Signal the TYPHOON we're heading home and they are to form up with us. Set course for the edge of the 'sack 1/2 impulse. Ensign Garret can explain our nav link to the Husnock ship. Have we heard from Commander Maril lately?"

[No sir.]

"Well I'm sure he's lurking out there somewhere and he'll catch up. I don't want to press our luck by staying here any longer. Zane out."

"Now you were saying Captain...." Dee asked innocently.

"If you help Krysa I'll let you go but I can't let you take a runabout or any other Starfleet vessel. But on EPSILON you can get transport to anywhere in the galaxy."

"With what I'm offering you..."

"Lets be clear. What I'm asking for is for my operations officer to be completley healed and for this never to happen again."

"But there is so much more you can have."

"Maybe, but not that way. It would be a lie. Do we have a deal?"

<<<NRPG>>>

Another cliff hanger.;)

Once we get to the edge of the sack we'll start the three way video conference with all included so we can figure out the best way to get everyone home past Tremaine and co.

Kristin: Back to you.

Respectfully,
Andy

-Commander Zane, Commanding Officer, USS FEYNMAN
-Commodore Nigel Straun, Executive Officer, INDIGO FLEET
-Commander Horatio Sinclair, Fleet Intelligence Officer, BLUE FLEET

USS FEYNMAN: It's So Simple

by Kristen Gant 8-31-1996

>"But there is so much more you can have."
>"Maybe, but not that way. It would be a lie. Do we have a deal?"

Stardate: 80831.0857
Scene: Corridor
MD: 7.1330

She looked at him knowing she wouldn't be able to do much better. She really hadn't thought she would. But if there was anything that scum of a father of hers had taught her it was that you had to ask for more then you expected in order to make yourself a good deal. Smiling, she said, "I'll accept you deal on one condition."

"No, no more conditions. That is the best I can do."

"I think you'll be able to do this on for me without to much trouble." She waved her hand over her face, "I want to be rid of this face." Zane stood dumbfounded while she continued, "It's been nothing but trouble for me and I want a new one. Surely you can't deny me that. Or Krysa for that matter."

Zane nodded, "I'm sure we can find someone who can help there."

"I want it done before we reach Epsilon and I want no one other then the doctor to know what I look like." She paused, smirking, "I do hope your doctor is good at keeping a secret."

"He is. Can we get to Krysa now."

"Very well, lead on my dear Captain."

Scene: Sickbay.

"What do you think?" Krysa asked Lt. Meleah.

"I am not a doctor. I can not determine that at this time."

Krysa sighed, "Well don't feel bad. Dr. Glin'kharr's been stumped as well." She turned at the sound of Sickbay door opening again. Her eyes grew wide as she stared at Commander Zane walking in with .. herself. She'd been told about the woman who bore her face, but she'd never seen her and it was uncanny.

"Hello, Krysa, guess it's about time we met, isn't it." Krysa frowned at the woman, who simply shrugged it off with a wry grin. "Don't worry, I'm here to help."

Dr. Glin'kharr approached, "What's going on?"

"She says she can help Lt. Jenn."

Glin'kharr reached for his tricorder, but Dee held out her hand, "Don't doctor. I'll tell you all I can, so there's no need. But first, Krysa and I have a little business. So Captain, why don't you take all of you officers out of here and explain to your doctor, our little deal and I'll have Krysa all better in no time."

"I'm not going anywhere." Protested Glin'kharr.

Dee glared at him, "Now listen to me, you can't help her .. Can you? You don't have a clue what's going on here. I do and I can. Now get out and let me do it."

"I will not allow.." Glin'kharr began growling at the woman.

Zane put his hand on the wolf's arm, "We aren't leaving."

Dee frowned, "Very well, Captain. You and the doctor may stay, but I want everyone else out."

"But .. sir!" Glin'kharr started to protest again, but saw Zane nod to the woman. The doctor called his people together and sent them out of Sickbay.

Zane turned to Meleah, "We need to locate Cmdr. Maril again. Why don't you see if you can help with that." The android nodded and headed toward the bridge.

Zane looked back at Dee. She dramatically threw him a kiss, and winked. He frowned, "Just remember our deal .. nothing funny."

Krysa turned to look at her double, "What did you do to me?"

Dee laughed, "I didn't do anything to you. But I know those who did and I know what they did."

"Who are you? And how is it that you have my face."

"You can call me Dee, for that's the name I'm using today. As for your face .. I was hired to wear it. The original plan was to take you out and replace you with me."

"At the ring."

Dee nodded, "Unfortunately, your counselor realized I wasn't you early on and that plan was ruined. So they came up with an alternate plan. To link your mind to mine, so that I would know everything that you did, no matter how far apart we were. It worked for a time." She smirked noticing Krysa look of distaste, "How do you think Gray fleet was so precise in their timing.

"Bur unfortunately, unknown to us, you aren't a very good telepath." She chuckled, while Krysa grimaced. This woman definitely knew Krysa's mind. She knew exactly where to throw her jabs. "That's why all the headaches. If you weren't a handicapped telepath, you never would have know I was watching through your eyes, and your thoughts."

"What about all the drugs?"

"We did use Kzinti mind drugs to help facilitate the process, that's probably why it worked so well at first, despite your obvious flaws. Course we did have try them out on a test subject first. I am sorry, Doctor. Didn't know you were allergic." She grinned, but Krysa just frowned at her. Glin'kharr growled, as Dee quipped, "You Starfleet are all alike, no sense of humor."

"You think it's funny, playing with people's lives like this!" Krysa retorted.

"It pays the bills." Dee said quickly. "Besides, I'm here to help. In return I get safe passage and a new face."

"So how do you break this link."

"That's the easy part, my dear. Give me your hand." Krysa held out her right hand to the woman, and Dee smirked, "The other one, Krysa. The one with the ring."

Hesitantly Krysa held out her hand to the woman, glancing briefly at the ring she still wore. The one she had received from Kavan on the day of their marriage.

Dee promptly grabbed the ring, pulling it off, "Hey!" Krysa protested.

She handed the ring to the Doctor. "If you study this, you'll see it's been fused with an imprint of a combination of our brain patterns. It's been made into a type of transmitter/receiver of telepathic energies. As long as it's in contact with her skin, I can read her."

"That's it!" Krysa said incredulously. "My ring!"

Dee shrugged, "Simple isn't it. Oh, they were worried when I told them your husband was dead. They figured you'd take it off. But I knew better and I was right. Poor guilty little Krysa, who got married to please Daddy."

Krysa glared at the woman. She turned to Zane, "You aren't just going to let her go after all she's done are you?"

Zane nodded, "We made a deal."

Dee chuckled, "That's right and I've kept my part. Now I want to talk to your doctor about my new face."

Regards,
Lt. Krysa Jenn

NRPG: okay so it's not the most plausible explanation :} Deal with it!! :} :} :}

Kristen
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by Kristen Gant 8-19-1996

USS FEYNMAN: Taking Flight

by Andrew Catterick 8-19-1996

USS FEYNMAN: Rearranging Things

by Max Felsher 8-20-1996

USS FEYNMAN: Out of the Action

by Kristen Gant 8-21-1996

USS FEYNMAN: Battle Over Junk

by Jason Bostjancic 8-21-1996

USS FEYNMAN: Here and There

by Andrew Catterick 8-21-1996

USS FEYNMAN: Taking the Base

by Max Felsher 7-22-1996

USS FEYNMAN: Can They Be Far Away Now?

by Kristen Gant 8-24-1996

USS FEYNMAN: A Horrific Discovery

by Andrew Catterick 8-24-1996

USS FEYNMAN: Things

by Donna Hurley 8-25-1996

USS FEYNMAN: A Better Discovery

by Andrew Catterick 8-25-1996

USS FEYNMAN: Leaving the Base

by Max Felsher 7-26-1996

USS FEYNMAN: Not them again!

by Melanie Pocknall 8-27-1996

USS FEYNMAN: Stop the Ride, I Want to Get Off!

by Jason Bostjancic 8-27-1996

USS FEYNMAN: Stop the Ride, I Want to Get Off! (Cont.)