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USS FEYNMAN: NRPG

by Kevin Thigpen 8-1-1997

Mike-

Thanks for the compliment. I sat at the computer for about twenty minutes with my finger hovering over the send key debating on whether to send that last post (worried about playing J.C. right).

David-

Hehehe...re your last post. To be totally honest, I wasn't expecting that at all. Nice twist!

I just kinda did that post you were refering to for fun. I figured that since Mary had the highest PSI rating at the time, she'd be the one to at least somehow sense and become involved in Loren's little escapade with the planetary consciousness (or whatever the heck it was, even I'm not too sure :) ).

Gotta take some time to ruminate on that last post of yours. Very nicely done though.

Later, Kevin Thigpen---->who's anxious to determine the validity of all this hype about 'Spawn-The Movie'; anybody know what this 'Spawn' is?

Lt(jg) Loren Landers USS FEYNMAN CNS

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"Nature uses only the longest threads to weave her patterns, so each small
piece of her fabric reveals the organization of the entire tapestry."
---Richard Feynman
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USS FEYNMAN: Burning Down the House

by Kristen Gant 8-1-1997

Stardate: 90801.1622
Scene: Krysa’s Quarters

Krysa looked over at the water bubbling happily in the pan as it set on a hot plate. She picked up the dried pasta and dumped it in, then stirred it briefly. *This is easy!* she thought with a smile.

She lifted the lid of the pan next to the boiling water and breathed in the steam which rose from inside. She frowned slightly. It wasn’t exactly what she expected... Certainly it didn’t smell like Bat’s always did. Perhaps something was missing. She looked at the various spices she had laying around the table and shrugged not sure where to begin.

Finally she gave up and dumped them all in the pot stirring it carefully, then replacing the lid. She fiddled with the controls on the hot plate one more time and then headed over to her desk to do more paperwork. After all, as she had read somewhere.. ‘A watched pot never boils.’

She frowned as she noticed her request for more personnel had been returned, ‘Denied’. She supposed she shouldn’t be surprised. With the upheaval of Silver it was getting harder to get the things they needed. Particularly now that the FEYNMAN was based virtually right in the ‘sack'. Taking a deep breath she rewrote her request, still asking for the same things only giving it a much more urgent tone. Who knew... maybe it would help. It certainly couldn’t hurt!

Her comm badge beeped and she tapped it, "Jenn here."

<Hey Krysa,> Jerran’s voice rang out. <Thought you might like to know the ENDEAVOUR is coming in. We’ll have her on our viewscreens any minute now.>

"Oh great! I’ll be right up," Krysa said pushing back her chair. While she loved the FEYNMAN and her crew as much as the others, she couldn’t help but be a little jealous of the luxurious Endeavor-class starship.

She pushed her chair in and hurried to the door. Then she stopped, Oops, almost forgot ..˛ She spun around and grabbed her PADD, as long as she was going to the bridge she might as well, send in her request from the communication terminal there.. it would go much faster. Then she hurried out of her quarters.

***
"Hmm, she is beautiful, isn’t she," Krysa smiled.

"Thinking of transferring to a larger ship, Commander?" Jerran said looking over at her.

"Don’t count on it Mr. Jerran." she quipped.

"I was only asking out of concern for my shuttles." Suddenly there was an alert signal from tactical. Zane, who had been sitting in the center seat looked up at the young ensign.

"We have a fire on board sir."

"A fire??" All eyes turned to the young man. Fire’s couldn’t start on the ship they had fire protection to prevent that.

"Yes sir, a fire. I’m rerouting to put it out."

"Where is it?"

"Umm .." the young man said throwing a quick glance toward the ops station. "It’s in Commander Jenn’s quarters .."

Krysa’s eyes widen, "Oh no .." she whispered, "My sauce .."

Regards,
Lt.Commander Krysa Jenn
OPS/2O, USS FEYNMAN
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NRPG: Okay it’s pure entertainment :)

SB EPSILON The Ceremony Commences

by Mike Dawe 8-3-1997

SD: 90803

[Approaching Zinderneuf base now, sir.]

"Right, I'm on my way." He stood and glared at the pile of PADDs before him. The divisions had been made but he still wasn't happy with it. He glanced out at the deck below and smiled. Off to one side sat a sleek black sled of a craft . . .he had already arranged for practice time for the pilot and had no trouble convincing him to race.

Passing through the small hall and into the turbolift he gave his grey hair a once-through with his fingers before the doors opened onto the bridge. Now Zinderneuf filled the screen. Azariah stepped out and, without turning his head from the view ordered contact to be established with Commodore Robert Steele.

A ruddy face filled the viewscreen almost instantly, but it wasn't the Commodore that Azariah had hoped for. [Eh? Calling Bobby before me old chum. I'm hurt, hurt I say. Eh wot?]

"Hrrmf, Upshaw, get off the channel. Business before, remember?"

[Quite, quite. But remember your old chum here or I'll come across to that floating museum of war of yours and hunt you down.]

"I'm not a fox and you haven't the hounds for a 'hunt' Now get off the channel, I'll be contacting you for some special business shortly. Oh, the ceremony will be in an hour so get your best out."

[I'll do that old chum. That's an order I'll snap to. Zinderneuf Admin out, transferring to Task Force Ops.]

The viewscreen fuzzed then cleared with another Commodore standing ramrod straight. [Task Force command} he stated clearly.

"Not yet, Commander, but soon. I would like you to come aboard the Defender in one hour. One hour, Commander . . . enjoy it as it is your last free one for a very long time." Azariah laughed nastily and signaled for the line to be closed. Turning to Dark Blade he asked. "Have the preparations been made?"

"Yes sir." She replied. "All shuttles are being launched for cover and to make room. The bay will be clear and ready for the ceremony."

"And the transporter room?"

"I had the sign made but I . . . "

"It's not something you would do? Well it is something I wish they had done for me."

She shrugged and continued monitoring the ever-growing traffic about the Defender and the Base. The addition of the Feynman, the Regent, and the Endeavour did little to ease he job. The Bismark was also enroute and due within the hour, without her command staff. "Mother . . . Defender to Regent, what is going on?"

[Regent to Defender. Can't let your lot hog all the airspace. Our fighter wings will fly high pattern.]

She sighed and was about to reply when another set of movements caught her eye. "Stand by one, Regent. Feynman, what is your status?"

[Defender, Feynman. We are running some basic tests on our shuttlecrafts. Wouldn't do to report for a new command in less than tip top status. We'll leave the high ground for the Regent and take the middle space.]

She sighed and gave orders for the Defender shuttles to maintain a close orbit of the ship to keep out of the way of the higher traffic. Then another set of markers arrived on her board. "Defender to Zinderneuf. Status please."

[Bob, my XO, and I can't have all you lot cluttering up our airspace without having a presence ourselves. Tallyho! We'll be coming in for close orbit so we may be transported across at the appropriate time. The rest of my fighter wing will join the Regents in high cover.]

The XO of the Defender sighed and looked over to the Admiral who seemed to be taking it all in with good humour. "All we need now is some enemies and it would be a right busy place."

****Azariahs rule of jokes****
Don't.
They won't get it and it might happen.<br> ****************************

Far out beyond the sensor range of the various ships and the stations a small fleet waited. "He seems prepared." Growled the First.

"It does not matter. One may not prepare for that which has already taken place." The Third replied.

"But proximity rules . . . "

"Will be kept. A minor alteration of the plan. Two waves. The first will occupy the forces and then the Device carrier will follow. As soon as it is within range it will be activated and then all will be done."

"With that much heavy cover it will be hard for our pilots to survive."

"Immaterial. If the Device succeeds this will not have happened. If they fail and the device does not make it through they are better off dead." A hand slaps the edge of a twisted console. Skin flakes off of the hand and drops to the deck, unnoticed. "Today we close the loop opened so long ago."

Back on the Defender the preparations continued until the last moment. The Commodore and his aide transported across to find a sign hanging above the entrance to the shuttle deck. "Abandon hope . . . " Captain Faison read aloud.

Steele snorted. "Must be the Admirals idea of a joke."

"Strange idea. Bet still on?"

"It is. Let's go." They stepped through the doorway into the amptheatre that served as the shuttle deck for the Defender of Hoji. It was full of people. Most of the staffs of three ships and the starbase were on hand for it. Holodeck recording equipment was set inconspicuously off to one side, focused on the podium. Steele lead the way to the podium where Commodore Thornton Featherstone Upshaw and Vice Admiral Azariah Nicholas were already waiting. As they came to a halt on the podium Azariah nodded to them and stepped forward to the lectern.

"Hrrmf" (Faison winced and surreptitiously passed a slip of latinum across to Steele) "In accordance with the regulations and powers I hereby hand control of Outpost Zinderneuf and Task Force Zinderneuf to Commodore Robert Steele. Commodore, take care of my ships and people because you _know_ I will be watching." The Admiral stepped aside and Steele stepped forward to accept command.

<<<<nrpg>>> Okay, this sucker became a lot more than I planned when I started writing it.

Things to do. Your take and view of the action so far and the imminent arrival of the uninvited guests. First wave should rapidly become a close quarters 'knife fight' dogfight. Any and all may participate and help win the fight, which we will. The second wave will be a single ship, scout class that will seem to be on a collision course and then wink out just before colliding with the Defender. It is the lead in for a few missions for several ships . . . Feynman and Regent for openers. So you may try to stop it mut please fail.

These aliens are fanatical and NOT interested in talking.

Andy, you may begin your acceptance speech then interrupt yourself with a red alert as the first wave arrives to break up the party.

The rest of you, hop in anytime.

CO's please forward this to your respective crew but leave me to put it on the net. That way it gets done just once. Include the reminder for everyone to check their mailing lists. Too many stay messages have been going out with people reflexively hitting reply to all. I include others in my mailings by request but they don't want to follow bits and pieces of everybody else's ships as well.

mike--->who has been just as guilty lately.
Vice Admiral Azariah Nicholas CINCSILVER
Captain Christof Fife USS REGENT
Lt. Cmdr Eskat Eskat CNS USS HERMES
Lt James Cardiff FCO DEFENDER
Lt. Derek O'Malley CNS USS CALLISTO
Kytan Duandir XO HRSS St. Jude
mdawe@islandnet.com

USS FEYNMAN: Tallyho!

by Andrew Catterick 8-4-1997

SD:90804.1430
>For an instant everyone remained still, most had never heard the low
>pitch whine before, but then a calm voice confirmed the alert. "Red
>Alert! Red Alert! All hands to battle stations, this is not a drill, I
>repeat, this is not a drill." The admiral moved to the podium. "It
>seems some of our new neighbours have come calling and they don’t seem
>the friendly type. You have enough time to beam out to your ships.
>Make it fast."

Zane hit his commbadge. "Zane to FEYNMAN. Begin emergency beamout of all FEYNMAN Personnel. Lock on to my signal and the eight around me and beam directly to the bridge."

Materializing on the bridge of the FEYNMAN Zane was met with controlled chaos as junior officers made way at their stations for their superiors. "Status." Zane ordered as he lowered himself into his chair.

"Multiple inbounds emerging from the sack at gridpoint 38-ai2. Variety of classes ranging from fighters to corvettes."

"Close the distance Mr. Jerran."

"Aye sir, coming round to 313 mark 79 increasing speed to full impulse." In the background the chatter of fighters and Starfleet vessels filled the bridge.

"Tactical." The main viewscreen flashed to show the graphic representation of what was happening. "They don’t seem to be heading for the base." Zane said.

"Decided to get us out of the way and then have carte blanche on ZINDERNEUF?" Maril didn’t sound convinced. The enemy was going to have a hard enough time dealing with TFZ, the DEFENDER and various fighter wings. If by some act of the gods a sizable portion managed to survive a victory against the Starfleet ships they would surely find the defenses of the outpost formidable.

Already the lead elements of the two forces had smashed into each other and small explosions flashed amongst the twisting and turning fighters trying to gain the advantage on each other. Any semblance of order that the two fleets might have had had already been lost.

The ship rocked as an enemy fighter trying to get away from a pursuer deflected off of FEYNMAN’s shields Before being impaled by phaser fire from two marine fighters.

"No damage, shields holding." Allard confirmed from his station.

"Concentrate on the larger craft for now Mr. Allard. Fire at will. Mr. Jerran try not to get in the way of any shots from the DEFENDER." They all remembered what one shot from the vast Husnock ship had done to an AGAMEMNON Battlecruiser. FEYNMAN wouldn’t stand a chance.

As if to emphasize his understanding Jerran took the ship into a tight corkscrew bringing the nimble destroyer behind the closest corvette. Before the smaller ship’s gun turrets had even finished spinning around to meet the new threat precision fire at the hands of Lt. Allard had removed it from the battlefield. "Next." He said with a satisfied grin.

<<<NRPG>>>

Have fun

Respectfully,
Andy
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-Captain Zane, Commanding, USS FEYNMAN
-Commodore Robert Steele, Commanding TF ZINDERNEUF
-Commander Horatio Sinclair, Fleet Intelligence, BLUE Fleet

SB EPSILON: Bad Start to a First Day

by Andrew Catterick 8-4-1997

SD:90804.1200
Scene: Amphitheater, DEFENDER of HOJI

> "Hrrmf" (Faison winced and surrepticiously passed a slip of latinum
>across to Steele) "In accordance with the regulations and powers I hereby
>hand control of Outpost Zinderneuf and Task Force Zinderneuf to Commodore
>Robert Steele. Commodore, take care of my ships and people because you
>_know_ I will be watching." The Admiral stepped aside and Steele stepped
>forward to accept command.

As Steele rose from his seat Faison leaned over and whispered last minute instructions. "If you get nervous, picture them all naked." Straightening up without managing to lose his composure he strode over to the podium. "Thank-you admiral." A brief shaking of hands and he turned to face the assembled personnel, silently cursing his XO for inserting the thought when he had. Faison had definitely avenged his loss of the bet.

"As of this stardate I officially acknowledge command of Task Force ZINDERNEUF." He paused and he could see on some of the faces in the crowd the hope that he would keep his speech reigned in to these few words. He didn’t blame them. Of course how often did someone pull out the soapbox for him? "Sentients of ZINDERNEUF,..." That was to be as far as he got before the eerie sounding alert klaxons of the Husnock ship began to reverberate through the amphitheater.

For an instant everyone remained still, most had never heard the low pitch whine before, but then a calm voice confirmed the alert. "Red Alert! Red Alert! All hands to battlestations, this is not a drill, I repeat, this is not a drill." The admiral moved to the podium. "It seems some of our new neighbours have come calling and they don’t seem the friendly type. You have enough time to beam out to your ships. Make it fast."

Instantly the hum of transporters filled the room as crews began emergency beam outs while they could.

Fasion looked up from the comm screen at the edge of the stage that showed the tactical situation as Steele approached. "Their really putting an effort into this."

"I guess they’re worried about the property values of the neighbourhood not that us transients have moved in."

"Do you want to head over to the flagship."

Every inch of his being wanted to be on the bridge of ENDEAVOUR, of any ship for that matter. This was his first crisis situation since leaving his command and his inability to rush off to the bridge of his ship and jump into the fray left him feeling ineffectual. "No, this looks like its shaping up to be a feeding frenzy and we’ll be able to coordinate better from here. Let’s get to the bridge."

<<<NRPG>>>

Hi all, just a short one so we can jump into the thick of things. And saving me from writing and you reading the stereotypical acceptance speech <G>

CO’s: please pass along to your crews. I’ll send a copy of this to the newsgroup…

Respectfully,
Andy
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-Captain Zane, Commanding, USS FEYNMAN
-Commodore Robert Steele, Commanding TF ZINDERNEUF
-Commander Horatio Sinclair, Fleet Intelligence, BLUE Fleet

USS FEYNMAN: NRPG

by Kevin Thigpen 8-5-1997

All-

Once again, I am preparing to move back home (after living so close to the Big Apple for the entire summer, I don't know if I can readjust to the small town of Hattiesburg, MS).

In short, I will be away from the land of e-mail for about two weeks (probably a little less than a week actually, but I'm allowing time for the development of any unforeseen troubles).

Of course, use Loren as you see fit.

Later,
Kevin Thigpen
USS FEYNMAN CNS
Lt(jg) Loren Landers

*********************************************************************** "Nature uses only the longest threads to weave her patterns, so each small
piece of her fabric reveals the organization of the entire tapestry."
---Richard Feynman

Is there evil in the universe?
---Anonymous
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USS FEYNMAN: IS This Good For Those Ulcers?

by Kristen Gant 8-10-1997

Stardate: 90810.1514
Scene: Bridge

>"Five fighters destroyed, damage to three others."

"Sir!" Jenn called from Ops, "Two fighters inbound on a collision course!"

"Initiating evasive maneuvers," Jerran called, his attention fully focused on his console as his fingers tapped in his commands.

"Locking phasers," Koroth echoed. "We need more distance to fire phasers or the explosions will take out our remaining shields."

Krysa eyes were glued to the front viewscreen as the two fighters barrel toward them.

"It's a bluff," JC said tightly.

"I don't think so," Loren said.

"They don't care about themselves," Krysa agreed, "Only their final objective."

"But what is it!"

"Lt. Jerran you've got to put more space between us and those attackers," Zane ordered.

"Trying, sir," Jerran spoke calmly.

There was silence as the attacking enemies met and matched each of Jerrran's maneuvers, not allowing the FEYNMAN to get any further away, "What is the projected outcome if they both hit us."

"The first will knock out the remaining shields. The second will have a clear shot .. and depending on where it hit's .. and with what force .." Koroth began.

"Total destruction," someone finished as all mental energies were focused on finding a way to avoid getting Kamikazi'd.

"30 seconds to first impact," Jenn reported.

"How about going to warp?" Zane asked.

"We are too close to the outpost for that ."

"Full stop to heading 668 point 73." Zane ordered. Jerran took his eyes off his console to look back at his commanding officer, first with surprise, then with understanding.

"Aye, sir." Jerran said, "Full stop. Course heading 668.73"

"10 seconds to first impact," Jenn reported. "9 .. 8 .."

"Mr. Jerran, give me a 3 second impulse burst on my mark."

"Ready, sir."

"7 .. 6 .." Jenn continued to count, "5 .. "

"Now!"

The engines groaned as Jerran executed the 4 second impulse burst, pushing the FEYNMAN away from the course of the enemy fighters. The first fighter blew over them, missing the FEYNMAN completely and shooting past them.

"Lock phasers and fire when safe."

The second fighter had time to compensate and the FEYNMAN shook as it hit the ship's shields at an angle, bouncing away slightly before exploding.

"Shields at 23%," Koroth said somberly.

"Status on the other fighter."

"Beginning to turn and head back." Krysa interjected.

"Phasers's locked and firing," Koroth finished as the orange beam shot from the FEYNMAN's phaser array, nearly destroying the first attacker.

Regards,
Lt. Cmdr. Krysa Jenn
Ops/2O USS FEYNMAN

NRPG: Okay, you will not hurt my feelings by telling me this post is extremely impossible :) I know nothing about battle tactics. Scott tried once to teach me Starfleet Battles and I failed miserably ..

Kristen

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.^. Kristen Gant .-----' `-----. (AKA: Lt. Cmdr. Krysa Jenn, OPS/2O, USS FEYNMAN
| [##' `##] | Cmdr. Y'lonna Dyvian, XO, USS VICTORY
`---' __ `---' Capt. Gabriel Faison, XO, TF ZINDERNEUF
| .-' `. | Dr. Janna Swansen, CMO, USS PHOENIX
|' `| Lt. Faith Donaven, Inst., Camp Venture
Cmdr. Ainese Kev, (unassigned)
Lt.(j.g.) Roana Shan, (unassigned))

http://homepage.interaccess.com/~sgant/Kris/kris.htm

USS FEYNMAN: NRPG: Happy Birthday!

by Michael "Mike" Dailey 8-14-1997

Happy Birthday to our ship and Jason! Now, I wonder exactly HOW close in age we REALLY are to our PC's??? <BG> Inquiring minds...??? (heh heh heh)

As always,
Cheers!
Mike

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= "But that dread of something after death, the undiscovered country from whose +
+ bourn no traveler returns, puzzles the will, and makes us rather bear those =
= ills we have than fly to others that we know not of..." Hamlet +
+ =
= Lt., j.g. J.C.M. Allard - CSO USS FEYNMAN Alt.Starfleet.RPG +
+ Lt. [Dr.] D'doj Zzawj Ckorji - UNASSIGNED SILVER FLEET =
= Lcdr. Jordon Kabreigny - CNS USS BURKE GREEN FLEET +
+ Lcdr. Ion Steiner - L.C. SFDITF TEAM ALPHA-1 Star Fleet Diplomatic Task Force =
= Capt. Johan Bauer - COMSFDITF "All I ask is a tall ship..." +
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USS FEYNMAN: NRPG: Happy Birthday!

by Melanie Pocknall 8-15-1997

>> >Does anyone know exactly what day the commisioning was?
>> >If it's on the 20th then I can celebrate my birthday
>> >along with the Feynman <G>

>FEYNMAN was commissioned on SD: 70815... close!

>Happy Birthday Jason!

That goes for me too! And happy birthday, today, to the Feynman. I think I've been here since 80718, so I think I've well and truly broken the SCI curse :)

Melanie.

USS FEYNMAN: NRPG: Happy Birthday!

by Kristen Gant 8-15-1997

>Happy Birthday to our ship and Jason! Now, I wonder
>exactly HOW close in age we REALLY are to our PC's??? <BG>

>Inquiring minds...??? (heh heh heh)

Right close in age of course :) Who would want to play a younger character ... Hmmmm :)

Hey, you don't really expect me to tell you my age now do ya!! Suffice it to say that I believe I am the grandmother of players .. though in no way am I a grandmother in real life!! My oldest is only 3 (okay 4 next month .. boo hoo my baby's growing up :)

Kris

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

USS FEYNMAN: Back In The Saddle

by Kevin Thigpen 8-16-1997

Stardate: 90816.1459
Scene: Bridge
MD: During the intense battle

Loren gripped the sides of his seat as the FEYNMAN rocked violently. In the background, Loren could hear and feel the voices of his fellow officers focusing on the battle in which they were mired.

Koreth, shouting something about the shields and SIF, couldn't drown out Captain Zane's booming commands. Maril, off to the side, calmly punched up schematics on his display.

Outwardly, both Zane and Maril projected that tension free look, but Loren could feel the turmoil underneath. To varying degrees the rest of the crew also projected the same facade.

The counselor could feel the stress mounting, but also the sense of flight or fight the crew was experiencing. Right now, the FEYNMAN was more in line with the fight mode of that particular syndrome, and fighting well as far as Loren could determine.

Then, he felt the presence of the massive craft and the beings it contained before Krysa even reported it on the sensors. Without even thinking, Loren reached over grabbing Zane's forearm as the sheer malevolence of the craft's intent washed over him.

Zane's eyes darted quickly over to the youthful counselor as the he felt the man's grip close over his arm. Loren, eyes closed, took a sharp intake of breath, as if he'd been suffocating for a few moments.

"Counselor?" began Zane, taking a very short reprieve from tossing orders as the FEYNMAN tore frantically at it's current top sublight speed back to the base.

Lost in the mind's eye, Loren shuddered slightly as the psychic phenomenon of the alien craft passed over him. Coming out of the strange trancelike state, Loren licked his lips before speaking.

"We've played right into their hands," quietly spoke Loren.

Respectfully submitted,
Kevin Thigpen
Lt(jg) Loren Landers
USS FEYNMAN CNS

[NRGP: Well, here's my two cents :). So what's going on with this attack? I'm just dying to know, you know <BG>. Also, why do I feel there should be some sort of ominous music playing in the background?]

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"Nature uses only the longest threads to weave her patterns, so each small
piece of her fabric reveals the organization of the entire tapestry."
---Richard Feynman

Is there evil in the universe?
---Anonymous
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USS FEYNMAN: Dogs of War (fwd)

by Joseph Baker 8-19-1997

SD: 90819.0035
Scene: Interplanetary Space Near Starbase Zinderneuf

"PLUTO, CHARON," 1st LT Stark said over the Runabout THAME's comm unit. "Two fighters coming up on your 3. Kaz, watch your wing leader and check your six. Don't let anything slip by."

The Bajoran Militia officer brought the Federation runabout up behind a nearby corvette that was about to come about for a run toward the FEYNMAN while the Nausicaan in the co-pilot's seat opened fire with the phaser arrays beside the cockpit. The shuttlecraft ASIMOV came in firing it's phasers at the same spot, causing them to flare angrily before going out completely, allowing one of the THAMES' torpedoes to get through and detonate against the vulnerable hull. A final phaser shot from the FEYNMAN's aft phaser array finished the corvette off as the two shuttles banked off sharply to find another target.

"COCHRANE, ASIMOV, there's another wave of fighters coming towards the FEYNMAN. Keep them off her back as they try and get back to the base. CHARON and PLUTO, break off and head toward the LEXINGTON."

"This isn't right," Harkone said as he looked at his scanner display, his large jutting teeth clicking together as he spoke. "How come they're sending wave after wave? They'd be much better off sending them all in at once."

"And they barely have a chance with just these fighters and a few corvettes. There's got to be something more to this."

"Well, we've got another corvette to worry about first," Stark said as he pulled the runabout around, the phasers blaring into the oncoming attack craft.

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Scene: DELPHI Control Room, USS FEYNMAN

ENS Jevadi Davon watched the sensor display as the powerful DELPHI array recorded the battle. Every ship in the area was easily identified by its various emissions and active sensor scans. The science officer wondered, though, just as a certain Nausicaan pilot was also now wondering why the enemy had only sent in a bunch of fighters and a few corvettes. Then, as if on cue, something new popped into the field of battle. It only appeared briefly at first, the sensor display crackling slightly as the ship rocked from a hit from one of its attackers. In and out the small dot faded, until finally it appeared steady, the word "Unknown" flashing beside it an angry red as the dot moved towards the starbase. From the space/energy matrix sensors, Jevadi could tell that whatever it was, it was pretty big.

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Scene: Bridge, USS FEYNMAN

"The THAMES' just took a bad hit from that corvette," Jenn announced as she glanced over to Jerran and saw no reaction from the Vulcan pilot.

"Come to 15 mark six, fire upper and lower starboard arrays. Prepare to drop port shields as we fly by. Bring us in between the corvette and the runabout, Mr. Jerran."

Jerran brought the ship into a tight right turn, adding a double roll to avoid a couple of phaser shots from a pair of fighters behind the FEYNMAN. The starboard phaser arrays threw out orange lances of fire towards the corvette.

"We're in transporter range," LT Allard said.

"Drop shields," the captain said calmly. "Transporter room, energize."

As the port shields were down, the two fighters managed to get off a couple of shots from their small phaser arrays, doing some slight damage to the dorsal section of engineering. After what seemed like an eternity, the transporter chief said, [THAMES' crew aboard].

"Shields up," Allard announced.

"Bring us back on course for Zinderneuf, LT."

[DELPHI to bridge], ENS Jevadi's voice came over the intercom, eliciting an ever so slightly raised eyebrow from the Vulcan pilot at the helm. The only one who noticed the gesture was the OPS officer sitting beside him, who just smiled very slightly in spite of the battle raging around them, and filed the information away for future use. [We've got another contact coming in towards the base. It looks pretty big.]

"Felani and the beast of Korza," Maril said as he looked at his sensor screen.

"Can we make it, Jerran?" Zane said as he sat at the edge of his seat.

"Not at the speed they're moving, sir," the pilot said as the ship rocked with another torpedo hit from the corvette pursuing them. "And not with these ships on our six."

"We're in over our heads."

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<NRPG>
I'm still alive :)

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USS FEYNMAN: Charcoal Man

by Kevin Thigpen 8-21-1997

[NRPG: With title, no disrespect intended towards burn-victims.]

Stardate: 90821.2331
Scene: Bridge--->sickbay
MD: [NRPG: Not too sure about the MD. None on Jason's last post, and the others have gone to the digital afterlife :).]

The FEYNMAN eased into place to the port side of the DEFENDER as the last of the enemy fighters fled the immediate area of space or were mopped up by the remaining Star Fleet fighters.

Zane glanced around his somewhat damaged bridge. One of the science consoles aft had taken a beating and showed some severe charring as a result. Other than the that, the only evidence on the bridge that a battle had just taken place were the sharp, alert looks the bridge crew possessed.

Koreth was already in the turbolift heading to 'his' engineering section to effect what repairs he and his team of miracle workers could. J.C. remained standing solidly at his station, not even the slightest hint of anxiety present on his face. Maril looked just as impassive in his seat to Zane's right.

The faces of Krysa and Jerran were obscured as they focused on the main viewscreen communicating with the DEFENDER and various other fighter squadrons.

The ship's counselor, Loren Landers, was doing some one-way communication of his own. Calming his mind, he evicted the tremendous tension of the crew from his own mind. Unlike Vulcans, Betazoids, lacking sheer telepathic power, made up for this shortcoming with their range. Right now, the tense feelings and pent up anxiety of the entire crew was crashing down on Loren's mind.

Training prevented him from succumbing to the debilitating effects of these emotions.

"Captain, permission to head to sickbay. I'd like to see if there's anything I can do with the captured enemy pilot," quietly asked Loren.

Zane shifted slightly, taking note of the counselor's quiet tone. He knew of the hardships endured by many strong Betazoid telepaths when the feelings of those around them were peaking. Zane could imagine that what Loren was enduring now wasn't pleasant, but then again there was absolutely nothing pleasant about what had just transpired. Nodding, he gave his silent assent.

[SNIP]

Loren stepped gingerly in sickbay, rubbing his temples. Straightening himself physically and mentally, he moved into the main sickbay area. No sense in presenting himself as another possible patient for Mary. She and her staff already had their hands full as it was. He wasn't about to give them more to do.

Sickbay was more of a triage center than a real sickbay. Injured bodies covered all of the available bio-beds. In a glance, Loren took note of those bodies with sheets covering them from head to toe.

"Hand me that dermal regenerator!"

"Doctor! Over here!"

"Give him this and move him over there."

Quiet moans of pain punctuated the hurried voices of the medical staff, who were doing an admirable job in the face of tremendous difficulty.

Flashes of green moved from bio-bed to floor to corner, wherever lay a patient a green form hovered over it for a few minutes before moving on to another. Those in pain received a quick hypospray before bliss took them off to the painless land of unconsciousness.

"I'm a little busy right now counselor..." began Mary as she moved to a patient next to the door through which Loren had entered.

"I know...I just want to see the pilot that was captured."

"In a moment," Mary pressed the hypo to the groaning man's neck after determining that his wounds were not life-threatening. "Damn," she muttered as the hypo sputtered, notifying it's user that it was completely empty. "Dr. Scully! Another sedative over here!"

No answer, as Scully was busy with patients of her own. Loren leaned down to the man propped against the bulkhead, next to Mary. For half-a-second he caught a whiff of her perfume. Funny, he'd never noticed it before, but he put these thoughts aside as he smoothed the man's hair, trying to impart some of the calm in his mind to ease the man's suffering.

Less than half a minute passed before the man's groans became mere whimpers. "Can I see the pilot now?" queried Loren to an on-looking Mary.

"He's over there," gestured Mary to the far corner of sickbay, before moving on to other injured parties.

Lithely, Loren moved among the med staff and injured approaching the blackened body that was the enemy.

There was no way to even visually identify the man's race the dermal damage was so bad. Quietly, Loren stepped up the man, looking carefully over the damaged flesh that was his face.

Calming his own mind some more, he reached out, hoping to catch a whisp of something that floated free of the man's mind. Just as quickly, he felt the nothingness that comes from a species whose minds are closed to telepathic contact. But somehow, this closedness was nothing like the Ferengi, a race whose brain structure prohibited telepathy. This 'closedness' seemed almost artificial.

Loren would have to talk to someone who was far more proficient at dealing with mental blockages than he, a Vulcan, or half-Vulcan even. Loren reached to tap his comm-badge, just as blackened hand grasped his own.

Nearly jumping onto the adjacent bio-bed, Loren instinctively tried to twist his wrist away from the charred man. No avail, as the man's grip was tremendous, even in his condition.

A wicked smile played across his flaky lips, as he muttered, "No use...we've won." A slight, weak laughter followed that stood Loren's hairs on end.

Success! Loren twisted his wrist free leaving the man's hand hanging limply at his side. Taking a few steps back, Loren moved away from the horrible visage of the pilot.

"Counselor?" spoke Scully whom Loren had just nearly run into in his haste to back away from the enemy pilot. Immediately, she caught the direction of Loren's gaze before he could reply. "He'll be up and about in no time. We just haven't had time to run the regenerators over him. Right now, he's in no harm. Furthermore, he can't get far with the force field we've thrown over him."

Swallowing the lump that had formed in his throat, Loren nodded. "Thanks Dr. Scully."

"No problem," she added winking an eye as she glanced from him to Mary.

Loren nearly opened his mouth, but she was off before any words could come to mind. Instead, he left sickbay for the bridge to report, in person, what had been passed along to him about the enemy pilot's condition as well as his own encounter.

Respectfully submitted,
Kevin Thigpen
Lt(jg) Loren Landers
USS FEYNMAN CNS

[NRPG: Just a little something to move us along a very teensy weeny bit

). Also, I was just going through my files (cleaning up my account

actually) and I realized that Loren never finished the BrOT tests. I know we got busy towards the end, but I was wondering: Are we going to assume that he passed or do we have him finish up the last parts now that we are back at base?]

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"Nature uses only the longest threads to weave her patterns, so each small
piece of her fabric reveals the organization of the entire tapestry."
---Richard Feynman

Is there evil in the universe?
---Anonymous
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USS FEYNMAN: Robbing From the Rich

by Kristen Gant 8-25-1997

Stardate: 90825.1833
Scene: Corridor to the holodeck

Krysa walked with great ceremony through the corridor, nodding to those 'peasants' who passed by. This was indeed one of the best constumes yet, she thought as she smoothed the velvet greet brocade. Course the corset wasn't the most comfortable, but she had to admit it did make her look stunning. So all in all it was certainly worth it.

She stepped in front of the holodeck, and watched as the door opened to a lovely grassy road. Situated just in front of her was a carriage drawn by a decorated white horse. "Milady Krysa," a handsome young squire stepped to the door of the carriage opening it for her. "The nobles await you at the castle."

Krysa grinned, "Do they indeed. Then lets not keep the handsome gents waiting." She took his hand and pulled up her heavy skirts just enough to keep from stepping on them as she entered the carriage.

She 'oohed' happily at the soft padded interior, "This is indeed lovely!"

She turned to the squire shutting the door to thank him, when an arrow shot out, shooting the squires hat right off his head. The man put his hand to his head and then promptly fell over in a dead faint. Krysa watched with wide eyes as the man hit the floor. Suddenly a man dressed in forest green tights and another dressed in church robes stepped out of the forest, "Hand over your gold, milady."

Krysa's eyes narrowed, that voice was familiar. "What is the meaning of this!"

"There are people in need of your gold, milady. Surely you wouldn't without food from the mouths of starving farmers." The man drew nearer, and a smile landed on Krysa's face. "Why you must be that rogue, Robin Hood."

Jerran grinned, taking his hat from his head and bowing low, "At your service fair lady."

"You know I don't think the Sheriff would be very happy to see you robbing my carriage."

"Oh," Jerran said, "And is the Sheriff a personal friend of yours?"

"Indeed," Krysa said. "And I think you should hurry on your merry way before he comes along and arrests you."

"He couldn't catch me." the would be Robin Hood boasted. "And to prove it, I think I'll take the whole carriage. Certainly he couldn't miss a missing carriage?"

"Have it your way," Krysa said sitting back in the carriage.

"But Master Robin .. we *can't* take an entire carriage!" The rotund friar said.

"Why not," Jerran asked. "Climb aboard my good man." He stuck his head in the window of the carriage and whispered to Krysa, "I hope the horse knows where he's going."

Krysa giggled, "I've confidence in you Lieutenant."

"You realize you're my prisoner now," he added with a grin before swinging up onto the drivers seat of the carriage.

Regards,
Lt. Commander Krysa Jenn
OPS/2O, USS FEYNMAN

NRPG: Well, we're on our way .. but what awaits our intrepid Rogue and his fair prisoner .. or what chases them ??

Kris

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

USS FEYNMAN: Swimming Against the Tide

by Andrew Catterick 8-28-1997

SD:90828.1700
Scene: Medieval Fort, Holodeck

>"Aye, the Lord sends his due compliments, but cannot attend due to
>matters with the regiment. In leiu, he sends his trusting second,
>at your service." Rory returned his sword, and bowed to the staff,
>moving to take a seat beside at the food laden table beside Mr. Landers.

"Mr Heywood do you want to run that one by me again? Just exactly why is the senior security officer not at the senior officer’s briefing as he was ordered." Zane asked more calmly than he felt.

The security officer seemed a little less sure of the situation. "Lt Allard asked me to go in his place as part of my training I am to be graded on how I represent security at the briefing and my presentation of it at the security briefing tomorrow at oh-eight thirty."

"Did you have any idea of this commander?" Zane asked sure that his FO would have cleared it with him before authorizing it.

"No sir. I did not."

"Mr. Heywood I realize you’re here because your immediate superior ordered you to be here. However the senior staff briefing is specifically for senior officers, hence the name. Would you please go back to security and inform Mr. Allard that if he is in this briefing in the next five minutes I will consider him late rather than disobeying orders."

"Yes sir!" Heywood replied before making a dash. Maril took pity and called for the arch allowing him to bypass the scenario imposed distance. The look on the first officer’s face seemed clear that he would not be as lenient with the CSO as his captain was being.

-----------------------------
10 Minutes later.

With all the senior staff and FEYNMAN’s three guests sitting at the oak table Zane began. "Before the briefing gets underway I’d like to introduce our guests. They will be remaining on board and will be participating in the mission to varying degrees." He gestured to the two temporal officers. ‘First, are Major’s Flint and Stone of the Federation Temporal Division." That name got everyone’s attention. "And to my left, Lt. James Cardiff."

He paused before continuing. "The gist of it is this. Even though we beat the attacker’s back we did not win the battle, the real battle. Neither did they but they are certainly on the edge of doing so. The whole thing was a diversion for one action. They wanted the DEFENDER to fire on them. They needed the massive amounts of energy that DEFENDER had to trigger their plan. To power a jump back in time." Again the captain paused to let the magnitude sink in. "They have gone back in time to disrupt a trial of a Starfleet admiral, their god. If they are successful then this time-line will end. We are going back in time to stop them." He gestured to Cardiff. "Lieutenant." All eyes turned to the older officer for the details.

<<<NRPG>>>

There ya go Mike.

All: As you know Time travel is frowned upon in ASR and meeting anything or anyone having to do with trek canon is even more so (at least one unit has been disbanded for doing just that). Mike feels we are up to the challenge and I agree with him. So lets not let him down….

Respectfully,
Andy

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-Captain Zane, Commanding, USS FEYNMAN
-Commodore Robert Steele, Commanding TF ZINDERNEUF
-Commander Horatio Sinclair, Fleet Intelligence, BLUE Fleet

USS FEYNMAN: Swimming Against the Tide - Part 2

by Michael "Mike" Dailey 9-1-1997

SD:90828.1700
Scene: Medieval Fort, Holodeck

> >"Aye, the Lord sends his due compliments, but cannot attend
> >due to matters with the regiment. In lieu, he sends his
> >trusting second, at your service." Rory returned his
> >sword bowing to the assembled senior officers.

>"Mr. Heywood do you want to run that one by me again?" Zane's peevish and
>bitter, razor-edged tone sliced through the merry composure of the young man.
> "Just exactly why is the senior security officer not at the senior
> officer’s briefing as he was ordered." Zane asked more calmly than he felt.

Like any green Ensign on his first posting, Rory had heard of the strange quirks and oddities abound the FEYNMAN and of her commander, but a vivid image of Captain William Bligh appeared to him. Feeling quite vulnerable, Rory came to attention.

"Lt. Allard asked me to go in his place as part of me trainin, Sair." Maril's menacing look offered no reprisal. "I'm ta be graded on how I represent security at the briefing and the presentation of it at the security briefing tomorrow at oh-eight thirty, Sair." His struggle to maintain his confidence withheld, barely, in spite of feeling as thought he was the main course for a Klingon Rath'kli dinner (e.g., LARGE tiger).

> "Did you have any idea of this commander?" Zane asked sure that his
> FO would have cleared it with him before authorizing it.
>
> "No sir. I did not."
>
> "Mr. Heywood I realise you’re here because your immediate superior
> ordered you to be here. However the senior staff briefing is specifically
> for senior officers, hence the name. Would you please go back to security
> and inform Mr. Allard that if he is in this briefing in the next five minutes
> I will consider him late rather than disobeying orders."

"Ulp.." Rory swallowed hard. "Orders received an' understood, Sair!" Barked Rory. A nod from Maril released him, fleeing from the Holodeck.

> Maril took pity and called for the arch allowing him to bypass the scenario
> imposed distance.

[SNIP]

Leaving his quarters, J.C. tugged at the sword belt that had moments ago rested upon Rory's hip. Glad they were of nearly identical stature, Rory had suggested he don the his costume rather than wait to replicate another, so as to be properly attired.

The lift doors opened onto the holodeck corridor, as J.C. started to exit, slamming himself into the form of Bat Durensten.

"Sorry, Bat. I wasn't looking." apologized J.C. The unofficial rec. officer harrumphed, indicating to the holodeck 2 behind him.

"Don't worry yourself, Justin. Just watch your back in there! Quite a few ungrateful sharks with big heads in circling for prey in there." J.C. shot him a confused and curious look,

"Are you o.k.. Bat?" inquired the CSO? Many times Bat had provided much needed console for a down-trodden J.C.

"Oh.. nothing you can do, but thanks." mumbled Bat. "Something I need to work out between myself and someone else. For now, it's off to the Station."

"A little R&R, huh?" asked J.C. jokingly, but the grave look upon Bat's eyes told a much different story.

"Afraid not, Justin. I've been given the 'official boot'." Shaking his head as he turned for the lift, "You know, if I could just turn the clock back a few years. Justin, I wish we could trade places." The words trailed as the lift swallowed the older CSO up. J.C. inwardly laughed at the irony of his last comment, *I wouldn't be so sure of that,* he thought.

Glancing at his wrist chrono, he saw a full seven minutes had passed. A glimmer of haste filled J.C., but quickly vanished with anger. *To HELL with the bloody TYRANT! There's no pleasing his royal ARSE!* After the briefing, J.C. looked forward to having it out once and for all with Captain Ardik Thorsen! Make him look like a fool in front of his people, will he. Blast him, anyway. If the game is hardball, J.C. had ample fuel in his logs to throw into the fire.

Frustration fed his anger, until reaching the deck door, J.C. paused to take a few deep breaths.

> -----------------------------
> 10 Minutes later.

Taking a seat beside Loren, J.C. felt reminiscent of a human pin-cushion, as daggers and spears were looked upon him by Maril and Zane. Indifference returned, J.C.'s concentration was focused upon the three unfamiliar faces in the room.

> With all the senior staff and FEYNMAN’s three guests sitting at the oak
> table Zane began. "Before the briefing gets underway I’d like to
> introduce our guests. They will be remaining on board and will be
> participating in the mission to varying degrees." He gestured to the
> two temporal officers. =91First, are Major’s Flint and Stone of the
> Federation Temporal Division." That name got everyone’s attention.
> "And to my left, Lt. James Cardiff."

He had heard the station FCO's name here and there before, but never actually met. As for the other two, their names and titles were equally mystifying. *Temporal Division?*, what was SFE up to now? he wondered.

> He paused before continuing. "The gist of it is this. Even though
> we beat the attacker’s back we did not win the battle, the real battle.
> Neither did they but they are certainly on the edge of doing so. The
> whole thing was a diversion for one action. They wanted the DEFENDER to
> fire on them. They needed the massive amounts of energy that DEFENDER
> had to trigger their plan. To power a jump back in time." Again the
> captain paused to let the magnitude sink in. "They have gone back in
> time to disrupt a trial of a Starfleet admiral, their god. If they are
> successful then this time-line will end. We are going back in time to
> stop them." He gestured to Cardiff. "Lieutenant." All eyes turned to
> the older officer for the details.

J.C.'s mouth momentarily held agape, as were most of the senior staff's. All other thoughts instantly diminished in one breath. The Academy class in Temporal Mechanics (which he barely had scraped through,) re-envisioned itself, as were the strict regulations regarding the practice that had been drummed and drilled into every Cadet's head for the past 150+ years.

In theory, the slingshot effect could be used, but the slightest miscalculation on any one of a hundred variables would send the ship into the heart of the star instead of skirting it's gravity field. Partial shock, partial inquisitive amazement focused J.C. on Lieutenant Cardiff's report.

Submitted,
Mike Dailey
splatter2@qtm.net

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

On with the show. Dawe, great mission premise! This one will go down in ASR history!

Cheers!
Mike Dailey

+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=
+ But that dread of something after death, the undiscovered +
= country from whose bourn no traveler returns, puzzles the =
+ will, and makes us rather bear those ills we have than fly +
= to others that we know not of..." Hamlet =
+ +
= Lt., j.g. J.C.M. Allard CSO USS FEYNMAN Alt.Starfleet.RPG =
+ Lt. [Dr.] D'doj Zzawj Ckorji - UNASSIGNED SILVER FLEET +
= Lcdr. Jordon Kabreigny CNS USS BURKE GREEN FLEET =
+ Lcdr. Ion Steiner L.C. SFDITF TEAM ALPHA-1 SFDITF +
= Capt. Johan Bauer COMSFDITF "All I ask is a tall ship..." =
+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=

USS FEYNMAN: It's A Tough Job

by Kristen Gant 8-30-1997

Stardate: 90830.1053
Scene: Holodeck

It was a pleasant trip back to the castle and those who had been in the scenario were brimming with smiles. This was the best part of these staffings. Krysa walked in and flashed a smile at a sour-faced Captain as she turned to taste Bat's faire.

She stood looking at the delicious treats and began sampling, as her eyes scanned the room for Bat. Where was he? He was usually nearby to hear all the compliments about his food. He wouldn't miss those!

Finally still unable to find him, she moved stealthily behind Zane, reaching out to poke him gently in the ribs. He jumped a bit and turned to look at her. "Don't."

She frowned at the dark look on his face, "What's wrong?"

"We have guests."

"I know, I saw them." She grinned, "But the meeting hasn't started yet .. don't be a fuddy duddy. By the way, where's Bat? Is he hiding in preparation for some amazing surprise?"

Zane looked even unhappier and Krysa frowned, "Zane .. what's up?"

"He's going to spend this mission at Zindernuef."

"Bat!??"

Zane nodded, "I .. had to put him off .."

"Oh dear," Krysa whispered, "I bet that wasn't easy."

Zane shook his head, "No."

She looked up at him with a comforting smile, "I'm sorry."

Zane shrugged then turned to see the ACSO walking in .. without Lt. Allard ..

'Back in time' .. the concept seemed so ludicrous. Sure it had been done before.. but it was highly frowned on .. and extremely dangerous. Squash the wrong disease carrying bug and you save people who should have died .. who in turn create people who never existed ..and then the whole timeline as they know it changes.

It was no wonder Zane had to put all unnecessary personnel off the ship. Not that Bat would understand that ..

Regards, Lt. Commander Krysa Jenn OPS/2O, USS FEYNMAN

NRPG: I just wanted to get one last fluff post in .. and Krysa's reaction to Bat being put off :)

Kristen

USS FEYNMAN: Evil Thoughts

by Kevin Thigpen 8-30-1997

Stardate: 90831.0256
Scene: FEYNMAN Holodeck
MD:

Loren sat quietly, consuming the information provided by Lt. Cardiff. He, too, had heard stories told through certain channels of an old FCO who had remained a Lt. all his career.

He had thought them only rumors, but now right here at this mission briefing was the rumor, bygone hearsay no more.

As soon as the words time travel were mentioned, Loren immediately felt the tension in the room seize him. Overlaying the emotions he felt, though, were those of his own.

The thought of time travel, going back over 40 years, captivated him. For a split second, Loren's mind turned to thoughts that since yesterday, he had given up on. But here before him, another opportunity presented itself, an opportunity to find out who he really was.

Given, 40 years was a bit of overkill, but still, there could be records of the ship, who knows what else. The merchantman PURUL didn't exist now, but 40 years ago it might have.

Mentally, Loren shook these disgusting thoughts off. During that split second, he had actually considered doing the very thing that he had pledged his life, his career towards not violating. No, he would not tamper with his own timeline. Besides there would be very little if anything he could even do about it 40 years in the past.

He kept telling himself this, not even realizing that the thoughts were there in his mind, and that with time, he might even come to accept doing the unthinkable.

Across and down the banquet table, Lt.Cmdr. Krysa Jenn was occupied by her own thoughts as well, but a sidelong glance at the others caused her to focus her gaze on the young, blond haired counselor at the far end.

Very few people could tell much about a Betazoid by looking at the dark orbs that served for their eyes, not even Krysa. Not to mention that her empathic abilities were somewhat below par. Still, she had served as a counselor aboard the FEYNMAN for some time, while Loren was still at the academy. She knew things the inexperienced counselor was just beginning to learn.

She could spot a troubled mind, even at a distance. Right now, to Krysa, it was pretty obvious that Loren's dark eyes were focused elsewhere, beyond the little briefing. Mentally, she made a note to mention this disturbing impression to Loren later, not to mention that the body language being passed between he and Mary was...interesting to say the least.

Loren brought himself back to reality after disposing of the thoughts earlier. Focusing on Cardiff, Loren could sense the waves of hopelessness emanating from the man. Deep inside burned something, that made him continue, but outside he portrayed a man tormented and who had given up. Given up on the things in life that made one believe it worth living.

The FEYNMAN's counselor immediately pegged Cardiff as unusual. If not for the strange, undefinable fire within him, Loren's professional opinion would have been that he be retired from Starfleet.

Respectfully submitted,
Kevin Thigpen
Lt(jg) Loren Landers

[NRPG: Perhaps a CNS with his own agenda?]

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"Nature uses only the longest threads to weave her patterns, so each small
piece of her fabric reveals the organization of the entire tapestry."
---Richard Feynman

Is there evil in the universe?
---Anonymous
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