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USS FEYNMAN: To Have a Snack.. Or To Be a Snack .. That Is the Question!
by Kristen Gant 12-1-1997
Stardate: 91201.1059
Scene: Krysa's quarters
Krysa swayed around her quarters as the music played a sweet, harmonic melody. A smile was plastered to her face as she moved about absently straightening up as she went. Last night had been wonderful and she was in good mood .. obviously a remaining ripple of the fun she'd had the night before.
The music was a data chip she'd picked up from the concert they'd attened, and this was probably the 10th time she'd listened to it already. She'd never understand how Vulcan's, with their unemotional exterior could create such emotionally uplifting music!
She knew that Zane and Onta had gone back to OZ this morning to meet with the Commodore, which meant that soon they'd have a new mission. Which also meant that soon Bat would be back with the ship. She had no doubt that he would change his mind. Even though Zane had been a bit noncommittal about it last night, she was sure Bat would not refuse his request.
Perhaps it was the music, with its positive, buoyant song .. or maybe it was just wishful thinking .. but in any case she was sure he would return. So secure in that belief and in the euphoria from the night before .. there seemed to be little that could spoil her mood.
Her computer beeped an important message alert and she danced her way over and lightly tapped the button to call it up.
A call for a mission briefing! That meant the FEYNMAN's CO and XO had returned. She sent the message to the replicator, not really reading the message, but knowing that a mission briefing on the the FEYNMAN came with Costumes.
She moved around and into the bedroom to dress for the next exciting excursion in the holoworld. She smiled at the comfortable looking khaki slacks and shirt. Yes, Loren knew how to choose costumes!
She quickly slipped into the costume and headed out of her quarters and toward the holodeck, a spring still in her step.
The holodeck door opened and the heavy, humid, hot air hit her, she almost took a step backward. Oh well, it couldn't be that bad .. she'd trudge through it .. just to get to Bat's snack table! She stepped in and felt the ground squish a little beneath her heavy boots. She looked down at the mud and sighed. She looked up in surprise as she was greeted by a man who looked as though he'd been rolling in the soft ground.
"Good evenin', ma'am!" he said, "You is lucky to be the first to arrive, I gua-ran-tee. Your other friend don't much care for late-commers."
Krysa nodded. "Hmm, I suppose not. I'm not so sure he cares much for the early arrival's, myself," she murmured, looking around the hot, wet swamp.
The cypress trees were lovely, however .. in their own sorta dark way. Where small patches of light filtered through, it gave them an almost angelic look. Certainly a perfect home for many creatures .. though she wasn't sure she wanted to meet any of them.
She heard movement to her left .. something unfriendly about it. "What was that?" she asked.
"Oh, I wouldn't worry 'bout that. It probly just ol' Betsy." He looked past her, as if searching for something. "But come now, let's get ya into the boat. It's safe thar."
Krysa looked at him. You mean it's not safe, here?" "Ah, it probly safe enough .. but best be safe then sorry, I gua-ran- tee!"
Krysa nodded and followed his motioning hand over to the flat-bottomed boat. "Will it take long to get where we're going?"
"Nah, not long .. but I think we'll wait for a few more'a your friends first. I wanna get as many through safely as I can."
Krysa nodded dumbly and took a seat in the boat. Safely .. did he say safely?
She looked over the edge of the boat at the still, dark water, "So ..uh .. who's Betsy?" She asked, almost afraid to hear the answer.
Regards,
Lt.Cmdr. Krysa Jenn
Ops/2O, USS FEYNMAN
NRPG: Hmm, hope poor Krysa doesn't have to sit in the boat waiting too long :)
So I wonder.. will Krysa be disappointed .. or will Bat bring some chow? I can almost see it now .. Loren: What did you expect! I'm a counselor .. not a cook!" :)
Kristen
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.^. Kristen Gant
.-----' `-----. (AKA: Lt. Cmdr. Krysa Jenn, OPS/2O, USS FEYNMAN
| [##' `##] | Cmdr. Y'lonna Dyvian, XO, USS VICTORY
`---' __ `---' Dr. Janna Swansen, CMO, USS PHOENIX
| .-' `. | Cdor. Ainese Kev, COMPA
|' `| Capt. Gabriel Faison, XO, TF ZINDERNUEF
Adm.Hayden Sweeney, Director, Camp Venture
Lt. Faith Donaven, Inst., Camp Venture
Lt.(j.g Roana Shan, on temporary assignment
TF Zindernuef, Counseling Office)
http://homepage.interaccess.com/~sgant/Kris/kris.htm
USS FEYNMAN: Let's Make a Deal
by Andrew Catterick 12-2-1997
SD: 91202.0430
Scene: Bat's Place
"Bob."
"Bat."
"We're closed."
Robert Steele reached into the bag he was carrying and pulled out a bottle. Setting it down on the bar he replied to his once CO. "Thats ok, I'm buying. Can I borrow a couple of glasses?"
Bat paused for a moment, shrugging he set the glasses on the bar. "So, to what do I owe the pleasure?" It has been several years since either men had been in the same room as each other let alone spoke and twenty years since they had come to blows and then Lt. Bat Durensten had Lt(jg) Robert Steele transferred out of his department and off USS REPULSE.
Steele ignored the remark and finished pouring the scotch. "Recognize the bottle?"
"Should I?"
"It's the one you gave me as I was leaving the ship."
Bat chuckled as Steele refilled both glasses. "I'd forgotten about that."
"At the time," Steele continued, "I was in a state of shock. We had just beaten on each other and you had given me the boot. You hadn't put me up on charges as you should have and now you were giving me the farewell bottle? I was on the shuttle for almost an hour before I realized I should've gone for broke and smashed it over your head. I never understood why you did it."
"You were a good officer. We just hadn't seen eye to eye on anything. I was completely shaken by what happened. I should have transferred you early but I had thought I could mold you in my image. I was wrong to try. But I wanted you to know that it wasn't personal. I didn't know what to say and I looked up and there was the bottle sitting on my shelf..."
"I hated you for along time. God, how I hated you."
Bat chuckled and this time he poured. "Did you just use the word
- hated*, as in past tense?"
"I followed your career. At first I was waiting for you to screw up, I was sure you would and I wanted to relish every moment. Me, who thought I was God's gift to Starfleet. But you didn't. In fact your career skyrocketed and I found myself envying you. You had the career I wanted. Eventually I came to respect you. So the hatred faded and was replace by a nice comfortable grudge."
"I'm flattered." Bat said with a grin.
"And now here we are. Surrounded by Starfleet's best and brightest. Doesn't it make you feel old?"
Bat nodded. "They just don't understand. They're good kids but..."
Steele smiled. "Yeah, I know. You know we're the only two warhorses around here and we're going to have to stick together. Who else is going to believe my old stories?" Steele extended his hand and Bat took it.
"Well now that the sentimental part of the conversation is over I've got to discuss some task force business with you."
"Such as?" Bat asked eagerly, always happy to be in the know.
"What's this crap about you leaving FEYNMAN?"
For a moment Bat said nothing but the mood had grown noticeably colder. "I've decided its time to put down some roots. I've always wanted my own place and here I am and here is where I stay."
"Don't hand me that." Steele shot back. "Your place is on the FEYNMAN and you and I both know it."
"Listen if you've come in here wanting to bury the hatchet just to get me back on that ship..."
"Hey! You of all people know that's not how I operate. Look, FEYNMAN is a very unique ship and I need her. That means I don't mess with what works. FEYNMAN needs you and that means I want you there."
"Well guess its time to disappoint you. I'm sure you'll get over it."
"You mean you can just walk out on your friends? On your ship?"
"Oh come off it. I'm just the damn bartender."
"And thats not true either. But it doesn't matter what you think because I'm not going to let you make this mistake."
Bat laughed. "You're not going to let me? *You're* not going to let me. Who the hell do you think you are? I think sitting up in that office has gone to your head. You maybe able to order your task force around but not me mister. I hung up my phaser. I'm a civilian now and you" he jabbed a finger into Steele's chest, "can't touch me."
Steele reached inside his uniform casual jacket and pulled out a PADD with a sigh. "I was really hoping it wouldn't come to this."
Bat snatched up the offered PADD. "So, what's this?"
"This is a copy of your discharge papers. Cursor down to line 47. You'll find that you keyed 'yes' to the question of whether or not you wanted to be placed on the Naval Reserve List."
Bat looked up sharply. "You wouldn't dare!"
"As Commander, TASK FORCE ZINDENEUF it is completely in my purview to reactivate you and assign you as I see fit. Or you can go with option two."
"Which is?"
"I hire you as a consultant and pay you a heap of money." He smiled." Either way you're going to be on FEYNMAN when she sails. So which is it?"
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Scene: Holodeck 3
Zane looked down at the mosquito greedily sucking the grey blood from his arm before he squashed it with a grunt. He knew when he had seen the clothing the replicator had provided him with that he was in for a holoadventure unlike anything he'd faced yet. Now he was sure. When he had first looked at himself in the mirror, wearing denim overalls ripped off at the knees, a yellow t-shirt and a ridiculous straw hat, he had thought to call off the holodeck part of the briefing. But it was his CNS' program and he wasn't going to be the one to spoil it. He knew if he did Loren would give his 'important to let your hair down' 'relax while you can' speech. Besides, he thought with a grin he was dying to see what their Romulan guest would think of the spectacle. And it would certainly give Romulan Intelligence something interesting to put in the dossier they no doubt had on him and the FEYNMAN.
"Eh der boy! You'al ready ta go?" A scruffy looking man on some sort of watercraft asked. Well at least there was transportation. He'd half expected to find a log raft and a pole.
"Is this thing safe?" Zane asked as he gingerly climbed aboard.
"I gar-ran-tee it." A toothless grin replied. And to emphasize the point he slammed the throttle back to full.
- * * *
"What are you doing here? Zane said to Bat Durensten as he entered the briefing area. Without a word Bat handed Zane a PADD. Quickly scanning down the information Zane broke into laughter. "You're here as a consultant!" He asked wondering if it was some sort of practical joke but happy nonetheless at the return of his 'uncle'.
"It was either that or submit to the draft. I decided to surrender gracefully."
"But what about your place on OZ?"
"I hired a manager. Now here." he shoved a plate in the captain's hands. "Eat your breakfast. Let me sulk in private."
Zane looked down at the scrambled eggs and slab of cajun ham smothered in a zesty sauce full of onions and peppers. His stomach reminded him of how good it was for Bat to be home.
<<<NRPG>>>
Great news! (for me anyways) Max is now in charge of the roster and the bio book so please sent any and all changes to him including any changes to you NPC lists. hehehe Sorry max can't help it.
Please join me in saying goodbye and good luck to Mike Dailey who has accepted a position in BLUEFLEET.
And, along that vein please also join me in officially giving Jason congrats on assuming command of the soon to be commissioned USS VALIANT. TFZ's newest addition.
Respectfully,
Andy
Respectfully,
Andy
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-Captain Zane, Commanding, USS FEYNMAN
-Commodore Robert Steele, Commanding TF ZINDERNEUF
-Lieutenant Kurt Mitchell, Chief of Security, USS CALLISTO
USS FEYNMAN: Small Talk
by Kristen Gant 12-3-1997
><NRPG: FEYNMAN: This is a backpost to the night before the mission
briefing. I wanted to have a little fun.>>
Stardate: 91203.1146
Scene: OZ
Captain Gabriel Faison rattled haphazardly around the station. He was supposed to be heading to his quarters to dress for an evening of music at the concert hall. But he found himself drawn to the docking stations. Well, one docking station in particular. One that held one of the tiniest Starships Starfleet had to offer. The USS VALIANT, a Thunderbolt class starship. He'd heard exciting things about the little ship and wanted to see it before it actually flew out on it's first mission.
Rumor had it that there might be reason one day that he could catch a ride .. A smile lit his face at that thought. He'd been on station now for more then 6 months and while he enjoyed it, he had to admit to missing the open stars. There was even a small twinge of jealousy every time he watched one of those fresh young ensigns leaving Steele's office with a grin on their faces.
He'd been like that once himself.. quite a few years ago now, however. As he rounded the corner and moved to the window, he got his first glimpse of the sleek starship, soon to be commissioned as the USS VALIANT. He leaned on the window bar and stared at it. What a beautiful sight.
He couldn't help but think how lucky it's new CO was. While it was a great honor to command a Galaxy class .. or an Endeavour .. it certainly couldn't be as fun as a Thunderbolt! He grinned remembering when he'd taken command of the small Suvek Class Science/Destroyer. While the larger ships may lead the Fleet .. it was those small ones that held it together.
"You look lost in thought, Gabe" he heard a voice behind him.
He turned and smiled at the CO of OZ. "Good morning, Bob. Just checking out our newest addition."
"She's a sleek looking ship, isn't she?"
"Yes, she is." He agreed, "Any idea when the shake down will be?"
Bob Steele grinned, "As soon as possible. Just got the word from the bear himself."
"That's great news!"
"I'm not so sure her CEO would agree with you. But I know the ship's Captain will. I was just on my way to share the news with Lt. McQuire, personally. Wanna come?"
"Love to, but I can't. I'm supposed to be getting ready for a concert tonight. Black tie.." the man grimaced.
Steele nodded, "I'd much rather be doing this. Though if you're companion is who I think it is .."
Gabe grinned, "It is indeed .. though for some reason she likes me to be on time."
"Understood. You have fun."
"You too .." Gabe watched as the man entered the access hatch and made his way to the Starship. Then looking at his watch he double-timed it to his quarters.
He picked at the collar of his tux, as he stood alone in the lobby of the concert hall, Roana having excused herself to the ladies lounge. Were women all over the galaxy like that? He seemed to remember his ex-wife, Maria spending a lot of time in the bathroom as well.
He shifted uncomfortably, thinking that black tie was definitely worse then dress uniform, when he spotted a tall, grey-skinned, bald man standing alone, looking equally uncomfortable. He grinned, it could only be the Captain of the FEYNMAN. A man he'd heard a lot about, but never had the opportunity to meet.
He moved across the lobby toward the man, "Captain Zane?" he asked. "I'm Gabriel Faison."
The man turned, "Captain Faison. It's good to finally meet you."
Gabe grinned, "I've heard a lot about you, and was hoping I'd get the chance to introduce myself while the FEYNMAN was docked."
"I saw you earlier in the Casino."
Gabe laughed, "You should have come over to say, 'hi'."
"Next time I will." His eyes raised to look over Gabe's should. He turned to see a woman coming toward him. Obviously the Captain's companion for the evening.
She smile, flashing beautiful dark eyes at him, "Hello Captain."
Gabe smiled charmingly and bowed slightly, "Good evening."
"This is Lieutenant Commander Krysa Jenn, the FEYNMAN's Ops officer."
"I'm pleased to meet you." Just then the doors opened admitting those waiting into the hall. Gabe frowned slightly and looked toward the Ladies' Lounge. "I don't suppose you happened to see a gorgeous red-headed Trill in there did you?"
"Roana?" Krysa grinned noticing the surprised look on his face, "She'll be right out."
"You know Lt. Shan."
Krysa nodded, "We were in the academy together. Well, it was my last year in the Counseling program, and her first year."
"You're a counselor."
"Was," Krysa chuckled.
"Don't let her fool you, she still is," Zane remarked lightly.
Krysa threw him a warning glance as she linked her arm in his. Zane smiled at her and then turned back to Captain Faison. "It was a pleasure meeting you, sir."
"You to, Captain." Gabe said as the two FEYNMAN officers headed into the Concert hall.
Regards,
Captain Gabriel Faison
XO, Task Force Zindernuef, Silver Fleet
***
NRPG: Hadn't written anything for Gabe for a while, so here's something fun:)
Kris
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Kristen & Scott Gant
http://homepage.interaccess.com/~sgant/gant.htm
USS FEYNMAN: I Can Rest Happy Now
by Kristen Gant 12-3-1997
Stardate: 91203.1315
Scene: Holo-swamp
Krysa gladly got out of the boat after Jerran's little power excursion! Her legs were shaky and she wasn't entirely certain she was going to be able to stand without falling over .. That is until she spotted the familiar form smiling at her from behind a buffet table, and smelled the mouth watering smells from that direction.
She grinned, "Bat!" Her shaky legs suddenly took on a will of their own and she ran to the table, and wrapped her arms around the man. "I knew you'd be back. Now I won't starve."
The man graciously accepted her hug with a chuckled, "Somehow I doubt you would starve, my dear."
"Oh, Bat!" she said pulling back, "You don't know what it's been like!"
He laughed and handed her an empty plate. "Here's your chance to make up for it."
"And I will," she assured him. "So you've forgiven Zane?"
"I wouldn't go that far .. I'm here as a consultant, official business."
Krysa shook her head and smiled, "Well, whatever the reason, I know he'll be as happy you're back as I am." She heard a second motor and caught sight of the Captain in the boat. "Speaking of which .. here he comes. So play nice."
She headed happily over to the briefing table with her plate heaped full of Bat's good cooking!
Regards,
Lt.Cmdr. Krysa Jenn
Ops/2O, USS FEYNMAN
NRPG: Just a short one to let you know that Krysa is happy Bat's home :):)
BTW, I got an email from someone named Radek Krysa from Poland! And to think all this time I thought Krysa was a great betazoid first name :) It's actually a polish last name!!! :)
Kris
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.^. Kristen Gant
.-----' `-----. (AKA: Lt. Cmdr. Krysa Jenn, OPS/2O, USS FEYNMAN
| [##' `##] | Cmdr. Y'lonna Dyvian, XO, USS VICTORY
`---' __ `---' Dr. Janna Swansen, CMO, USS PHOENIX
| .-' `. | Cdor. Ainese Kev, COMPA
|' `| Capt. Gabriel Faison, XO, TF ZINDERNUEF
Adm.Hayden Sweeney, Director, Camp Venture
Lt. Faith Donaven, Inst., Camp Venture
Lt.(j.g Roana Shan, on temporary assignment
TF Zindernuef, Counseling Office)
http://homepage.interaccess.com/~sgant/Kris/kris.htm
USS FEYNMAN: To Kill a Mosquito
by Max Felsher 12-4-1997
SD 91204.0500(GMT)
SCENE: Commander Maril’s Quarters
Maril put down his book as he noticed the time--twenty-five minutes to the announced beginning of the meeting. Of course, that was when the briefing started, so he had to arrive at least a few minutes early if he wanted to get some food and talk with the other officers.
He had not replicated the costume for the briefing, but he had no doubt that it would surprise him. On top of that, the briefing had said something about a swamp. Maril’s home planet had a moderate climate, with everything from deserts to marshes, but most of his life there had been spent in coastal plains with sparse forests, nothing like a swamp.
Replicating the clothes and donning them, he looked in a mirror. Dirty gray khahis and a torn cloth shirt with rolled-up sleeves looked strange on the orange-skinned Tamarian, usually in uniform. He was wearing boots, but they were worn, nothing like his Starfleet-issue boots.
Attempting to look comfortable in this attire, he stepped out the door of his quarters, ignoring the stares of crewmen on the way.
Holodeck 3
Maril stepped through the double doors, ducking as a colossal insect whizzed past him and into nothingness as it left the holodeck. Noticing the number and size of the other insects, Maril was glad that there was a hut only about 7 meters away. When he finally reached it, a man in similar attire to Maril, only dirtier and more torn, stepped out to greet him.
“Hullo there, ya lookin’ for someone?”
Maril raised an eyebrow. “I’m here for a meeting. Do you have any idea where it might be?”
“I think there’s a boat over thair. Just start ‘er up, head straight ahead, and hope ya don’t run into any crocs. Yer lucky, I be in a good mood rights now. I prob'ly shouldn't 've given ya these directions.”
Maril, a little hesitant about riding in what seemed to be a rickety old vehicle with sharp-toothed large reptiles in the water, nonetheless climbed in and started the motor. Within a few fear-filled minutes, in which several dark shapes slithered quite close to the boat, he had struck land and had left the boat on the shore.
Raising an eyebrow and smiling as he noticed Bat at the buffet table, he put some food on his plate and sat down at the table, considering the Feynman’s new mission.
The sun has met the sea,
Commander Onta Maril,
First Officer, USS Feynman,
aka Max Felsher
NRPG:
So, I am here.
As for the roster and bios, I didn’t think it would be that much work, since we’re pretty stable. Of course, that was before Mike conveniently left. Methinks there is a conspiracy here. ;)
And don’t think any of you are getting off easy. :) I’ll be doing a check on the roster and bios within the next month or two.
Well, Mike, sorry to see you go. But I'm glad that you're getting a position you want in Blue Fleet.
Jason, congrats on the command! I'm expecting to hear good things about you! ;) <g>
USS FEYNMAN: Full Again
by Andrew Catterick 12-4-1997
SD:91204.1300
Scene: RADM Steele’s Office
"Ensign Baccus reporting as ordered."
Rear Admiral Robert Steele looked down at the offered bio PADD and sighed to himself over the interruption. It felt like he had assigned the entire task force over the past few days when instead he should have been concentrating on the ‘theatre’ of VALIANT’s commissioning. Theatre! Nicholas was probably laughing himself silly over this one. He frowned and then shook the thought off and returned to the business at hand. "At ease ensign."
"I’ve looked over your training on HD:20. Very impressive. Not a tough mission but one in which your service was exemplary nonetheless. I think you’ll do well here."
"Thank you sir." The Vulcan replied coolly.
"I’m assigning you as CSO of USS FEYNMAN. She’s in berth three and about to sail so you’ll proceed there directly from my office." Steele paused looking somewhat uncomfortable before proceeding. "FEYNMAN is a very good ship with an exceptional crew but she does have her eccentricities. One of which is her pre-mission briefings."
"Sir?"
"They hold their briefings in some exotic locale on the holodeck. Not entirely professional but it seems to work…so far. So you may want to be prepared." Steele said somewhat apologetically.
"I understand sir. I will endeavor to meet their expectations."
"Good. Very well then ensign good luck. Dismissed."
<<<NRPG>>>
Melanie meet the FEYNMAN, FEYNMAN say hi to Melanie…two Melanies on one ship…ahh the confusion abounds.
Ok Melanie next you report to FEYNMAN (the mailing list is below). We’re all in the middle of a holodeck swamp waiting for the briefing to begin so join us there…I’ll forward a few posts so you know what's going on.
Web sites to check out:
<http://www.gator.net/~psy342/zind/main.html>: will tell you about Outpost ZINDERNEUF
<http://homepage.interaccess.com/~sgant/feynman/feynman.htm>: will tell you about USS FEYNMAN, including a basic roster, a small FAQ and past mission summaries. Check out ‘Unified Front’ as it pertains to the coming mission. And you can take a peak and see what our commissioning plaque looks like as well as our characters….a really great team effort here
Max: I’ll send Melanie’s bio to you. Could you send out the new bio book to everyone. Hehehehe. Still glad you volunteered? <EG>
Joseph: I hope our Romulan guest will be joining us at the briefing!
All: If you haven't already done so please remove Mike Dailey from your mailing lists.
Andrea:FYI
FEYNMAN Mailing list:
zane@iaw.on.ca
maxfelsher@juno.com
sgant@interaccess.com
psy342@gator.net
jobaker@chuma.cas.usf.edu
pockm@deakin.edu.au
melanie@micron.net
drjekyll@softwareplus.net
kthigpen@ocean.st.usm.edu
mdawe@islandnet.com
And anyway you can get your post to the Newsgroup:)
Respectfully,
Andy
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-Captain Zane, Commanding, USS FEYNMAN
-Rear Admiral Robert Steele, Commanding, TF ZINDERNEUF
-Lieutenant Kurt Mitchell, Chief of Security, USS CALLISTO
-Lieutenant (jg) Jessica Corrigan, Executive Officer, USS VALIANT
USS FEYNMAN: Disturbing Sense of Humor?
by Kevin Thigpen 12-4-1997
Stardate:91204.2336
Scene: FEYNMAN holodeck
Loren tore into the spread on the table, with slightly less ferocity than the now infamous OPS officer. Loren took note of her going in for that third, or was it fourth now, helping of the jambalaya. One bowl had been more than enough for the counselor. Spicy food was not high on his list of favorite things to eat.
As soon as Jerran returned with their new guest, Loren couldn't help but sense the feelings of their assigned advisor from the Praetorate.
Ever the diplomat though, Loren made sure that he was the first to greet Centurion B'vani following Jerran.
Walking across the mushy ground, stopping verbally to order the computer to delete the mosquitos within the perimeter of the camp, Loren stepped up to B'vani.
"Good day, Centurion B'vani. I am the ship's counselor Loren Landers," stated Loren conveying a very nonchalant attitude, recalling her name from the recent list of incoming personnel; and acting as if members of the Romulan government visited the FEYNMAN every day. "Let me welcome you aboard. I'm sure..."
"I am most appreciative of your salutations, but would prefer if we cut the...'chit-chat' as you people say and proceed to the briefing," added B'vani still smiling as well.
"Oh, that will come in due time," injected Loren. "As soon as the final members of our crew arrive, the briefing will begin. In the meantime, I encourage you to enjoy," Loren gestured towards the table. "I hear the Fire Caves on Romulus are quite spectacular. I've often wondered how they would compare to the Great Falls on Betazed," continued Loren hoping to draw B'vani into other areas of conversation, as he led her to the buffet table.
Immediately, B'vani jumped to the defense of the afore said monument on her race's homeworld. "From the holo-pics I've seen of the Great Falls, they truly cannot be compared..."
Respectfully submitted,
Kevin Thigpen
Lt(jg) Loren Landers
USS FEYNMAN CNS
[NRPG: Well, I'm off till Sunday. Place nice! And a hearty welcome to you Melanie(the new one). We'll have to add their last initial now to avoid the confusion (which is a regular facet of this little group)<BG>. Just kidding!]
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"Concern for man himself and his fate must always form the chief interest
of all technical enddeavors...in order that the creations of our minds
shall be a blessing and not a curse to mankind. Never forget this in the
midst of your diagrams and equations."---Albert Einstein
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USS FEYNMAN: Ops Report
by Kristen Gant 12-8-1997
Stardate: 91208.1225
Scene: Holodeck
Krysa loved getting to the holodeck ahead of the majority of crew, that way she could watch the faces of everyone as they entered. Zane's look of satisfaction which was quickly hidden as he frist spotted Bat. Meleah's matter-of-fact statement about angering 'ol' Betsy'. Tarrent's determined look as he 'swung' through the trees to avoid that angered albino! The ever composed XO as he climbed quickly out of his boat, trying to look as though he hadn't been worried in the least.
And then of course there was their disapproving Romulan guest who didn't like the Betazed falls. Not that Krysa could say much, she'd never even seen them. Then Dr. Mac who came in drenched, but not covered in blood for a change. Finally there was the new CSO.
Krysa felt a moment of melancholy as she thought about J.C. She would miss the hot-headed young CSO. However, he'd received a promotion to Blue Fleet. She'd known the young man was looking toward command, so this step wasn't unexpected.
The young Vulcan woman seemed a bit ill at ease. Krysa did feel the mental block all Vulcan's seemed to carry, though this officers did not seem to be as strong or as unpleasant as Terri's. That was a plus in her favor, the Betazoid Ops Officer thought.
"I think everyone's here," the Captain began. "Shall we start with brief status reports."
"I'll start," Krysa said putting down her fork for the first time since she'd sat at the briefing table. "I'd like to congratulate engineering and sciences for 'playing nice' in their time share of the Delphi array of late. Lt. Smith tells me that everyone is getting along well in share the Delphi's limited resources.
"Also as you all know our AOps, Lt. Jeanine Garrett has been promoted to her own Ops position, and has left the FEYNMAN. I promoted Lt. Reetza to AOps. Commander Maril, I'll have the new Gamma Ops name to you by the end of the day." She watched as Onta nodded.
"Everything else is at Status ready for our mission, sir," she said turning a smile to the grey-skinned CO.
Regards,
Lt. Cmdr. Krysa Jenn
OPS/2O, USS FEYNMAN
NRPG: I was in a Krysa mood this morning, so you got another short one :)
Kris
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.^. Kristen Gant
.-----' `-----. (AKA: Lt. Cmdr. Krysa Jenn, OPS/2O, USS FEYNMAN
| [##' `##] | Cmdr. Y'lonna Dyvian, XO, USS VICTORY
`---' __ `---' Dr. Janna Swansen, CMO, USS PHOENIX
| .-' `. | Cdor. Ainese Kev, COMPA
|' `| Capt. Gabriel Faison, XO, TF ZINDERNUEF
Adm.Hayden Sweeney, Director, Camp Venture
Lt. Faith Donaven, Inst., Camp Venture
Lt.(j.g Roana Shan, on temporary assignment
TF Zindernuef, Counseling Office)
http://homepage.interaccess.com/~sgant/Kris/kris.htm
USS FEYNMAN: Flight Department Report
by Joseph Baker 12-9-1997
SD: 91209.0649 (GMT)
After LT CDR Koreth had given his report, LT Jerran stood with his PADD and started his.
"As usual, the Flight Department is ready for whatever mission we have next. I got word the other day from the Bajoran Militia that 1st. LT Stark has been promoted to LT Major. Unfortunately, after this mission, he will be recalled back to Bajor, where he will take command of 131st Tactical Squadron stationed at DS9. I am already in the process of training Major Stark's successor, LTJG St. John Briggs. LT Cartwright managed to talk me into trading him for CPO t'Jon. LT Briggs will take over the GAMMA shift helm watch.
"Much to the chagrin, but unexpected delight of CDR Branno, our esteemed Zinderneuf QM, it is my pleasure that we lost no shuttles during the last mission," Jerran continued, glancing to see a chuckle escape from most of the officers lips at that one. The chuckle did not escape the lips of two notible exceptions, though, the new CSO and their Romulan atache. Jerran knew that Sr. Centurion B'Vani was probably just filing this info away in her brain for future reference to add to the Tal Shiar's files of one of the most eccentric ships in Star Fleet. As for the CSO, Jerran had noticed that she seemed quite standoff-ish around him ever since she had first arrived. He himself filed this info away for future reference and continued with the report.
"Because CDR Branno was so elated at our ability to keep our shuttles intact this mission, she saw fit to grant my request for a pair of the new Apollo type sensor arrays normally meant for runabouts, but which my crew has been able to modify for our pair of killer bee sleds, Pluto and Charon. Based on computer simulations, I believe that using these modifications in addition to the standard protocols we've developed for using the shuttles and runabout to extend the DELPHI's sensing abilities, we could probably get about a 40 percent gain in sensor efficiency.
Unfortunately, though, to get this high of an improvement, we've had to fan the ships farther away from the FEYNMAN than before, leaving them even more defenseless. My next project will be looking into adding the sensor absorbant coating that the FEYNMAN herself has to the shuttles to reduce their sensor signature. Unfortunately, that will probably add mass, making them less maneuverable. I'll see what I can do with the simulations to increase maneuverability."
"Or," Krysa interjected, "You'll just have to make them be able to fly your World War II bomber simulations blindfolded."
"They can already do that," Jerran said with a grin as he sat down. "It's just maneuvering blindfolded that they have trouble with. Major Stark still isn't allowed to fly over England because he crashed into Big Ben."
<NRPG>
Next! :)
************************************************************************ * jobaker@chuma.cas.usf.edu * jbaker@deans2.cas.usf.edu * ************************************************************************ * Joseph Baker * * University of South Florida * ************************************************************************ * "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 * ************************************************************************
USS FEYNMAN: Counselor's Report
by Kevin Thigpen 12-9-1997
Stardate: 91209.1323
Scene: Holodeck briefing
MD:......
"Fascinating take on the political system of the Corrigan's, although I find your origin theory somewhat lacking," stated Loren. The conservation he had with Sr. Centurion B'vani had moved from aesthetics to a hardcore political argument now.
"Most non-Romulans do find it difficult to accept this truth," retorted B'vani intent on defending her position on the situation.
Loren simply shrugged, "Perhaps," he added still smiling. With the last of the officers arriving, including the new CSO (Loren made a mental note to speak with her as soon as possible), status reports were requested from each department.
Upon reaching Loren, the blond-haired counselor stood and began his report. "The psychological status of the crew is fine. Crew morale is level, and this shore leave should do well for enhancing that even further. My assistant Amber Pierce and I have already begun studying the latest transmissions intercepted from Isaahi space. Furthermore, we are preparing to compare data about the species collected by the FEYNMAN's first encounter with them, to the data we are soon to collect upon our return.
Some Federation sociologists have contacted me concerning the possibility of major changes within the societal structure of the Isaahi as a result of their requesting our assistance. As a side note, some friends I have at the Federation Social Sciences Institute have expressed concern over this possibility too. Major changes in society often precede major catastrophes they state."
Respectfully submitted,
Kevin Thigpen
Lt(jg) Loren Landers
USS FEYNMAN CNS
[NRPG: Well, there is my two pennies.]
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"Concern for man himself and his fate must always form the chief interest
of all technical enddeavors...in order that the creations of our minds
shall be a blessing and not a curse to mankind. Never forget this in the
midst of your diagrams and equations."---Albert Einstein
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USS FEYNMAN: The Briefing
by Andrew Catterick 12-9-1997
SD: 91208.1400
Scene: The Swamp, Holodeck 3
"Welcome, Ensign!" She couldn't tell through the fog who exactly was
addressing her, but she walked toward the table where everyone seemed to
be sitting on the ground (if you could really call it that).
"I am Captain Zane and this is the crew of the FEYNMAN and Centurion
B'Vani," he said motioning his hand. "We've been awaiting your arrival.
I trust you made it here with no problems?"
"Yes, sir. I'm glad to be here and am honored to be able to serve on the
FEYNMAN." As she looked around again, the crew were dressed in elaborate
costumes. She immediately felt a little out of place.
"Please help yourself to the food and we'll start the briefing." Captain
Zane returned to his place, turning toward the Centurion.
"Senior Centurion B'Vani, will you be needing anything special for your portion of the briefing?" Zane asked his guest.
B’Vani looked like he had several ‘suggestions’ of what might be beneficial for his briefing but settled on the one that wouldn’t insult the captain. "I will need computer access and a link to ZINDERNEUF’s database."
Zane pointed down to the table. "See these knots in the wood." He pressed on and a computer access power materialized in front of the seat. "That should allow you access to everything you need. Anything else?"
"No, not for now." The Romulan frowned as he lowered himself into the chair and began accessing the information he would present.
A quick look around the room told Zane that his officers, who had formed into small discussion groups with no doubt the Romulan officer as the main topic, were ready to begin. Taking his seat he brought up his own display, calling up Ensign Baccus’ FitRep and giving it a cursory glance as the those not already seated joined the rest.
Looking up from the display and leaning back into his chair he began. "Very well, before we get into the actual mission brief could you give me a synopis of your departmental reports."
<<NRPG: Insert reports you want to make.>>
With the last report complete Bat made a quick tour around the briefing table topping up beverages as the FEYNMAN officers made additions to their scheduling PADDs based on the reports of their colleques. With the last beverage full Bat headed for the exit and Zane leaned forward on the table. "Ok I’m sure you’re all curious as to the nature of our guest but let me put his part of the mission on hold and start with the reason we have all the med teams aboard. In the past two months our old friends the Issahi have taken a beating from the Reavers. So much so that they have decided to take us up on our offer of assistance which they so graciously declined during our last visit.
Star Fleet is dispatching Admiral Sabre’s Battlegroup to aid in the war but it won’t be there for another 30 days. In the mean time we will heading to the Issahi homeworld to aid them, train them actually, in taking care of their wounded. As you know they don’t have a strong tradition of caring for the sick and weak so finding themselves in a position to do so has left them a bit shell shocked and totally unprepared. To this end, Commander Maril will lead a team which will include the extra medical teams brought aboard to assist them Issahi tend to their wounded as well as set procedures so they can continue themselves.
Their will also be a diplomatic component to this team that will strengthen relations with the Issahi as well as gather any and all information on the Reaver’s and forward it on to Fleet and Admiral Sabre before she arrives with her battle group."
"What is the Issahi’s current tactical situation?"
"After making extensive inroads into Reaver acquisitions they have been pushed back to prewar boundaries. Essentially 10 months of forward momentum squashed and shoved back hard in the last 2 months. Right now they are managing to hold the Reaver’s out but they aren’t likely to for much more time. And the occasional Reaver ship has been able to sneak through and wreak havoc on Issahi supply convoys."
"What happened? I thought the Tear had given them an overwhelming advantage."
"It did. Being able to drop a fleet anywhere you wanted to certainly helped give the victory to the Issahi but the Reaver’s were beginning to catch on. Essentially the Issahi would drop in to the rear of a Reaver fleet and close for the easy kill but they had to protect the tear at all costs which meant while the main force drove towards the Reavers the ship carrying the Tear would head in the opposite direction. You do that too any times and even bugs start to notice. To say the Issahi had a few close calls would be an understatement and I think it is inevitable that the Reaver’s new tactics would have nailed the ship carrying the Tear?"
"Would have?"
"Well the current Issahi problem is they don’t have the Tear any more." That comment raised a few eyebrows. "Centurion…"
All eyes turned to their Romulan guest.
<<<NRPG>>>
Please continue with the great reports.
After the Rom briefs us I’ll wrap up the meeting and we’ll be on our way.
Respectfully,
Andy
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-Captain Zane, Commanding, USS FEYNMAN
-Rear Admiral Robert Steele, Commanding, TF ZINDERNEUF
-Lieutenant Kurt Mitchell, Chief of Security, USS CALLISTO
-Lieutenant (jg) Jessica Corrigan, Executive Officer, USS VALIANT
USS FEYNMAN: B'Vanni's Briefing
by Joseph Baker 12-10-1997
SD: 91210.0530 (GMT) Scene: Holodeck
Sr. Centurion B'Vanni stood up after Zane prompted her that it was her turn for the briefing. Self consciously, she straightened out the bottom of her grey tunic a bit, slightly worried that it had gotten wrinkled in the damp swamp air. She now understood why all the FEYNMAN's officers were wearing khaki outfits more befitting the climate. But, she said to herself, you are Rihannsu, and as such can rise above these lloann'na. She had to if she was to complete her mission to the satisfaction of her superiors.
The Centurion touched one of the knots on the wood table in front of her, hoping it was the one she wanted, and was relieved to see the T'liss, the bird of prey symbol for the Romulan Empire floating above the table. After a moment, the bird was replaced by the head of a rather handsome male Romulan floating over the table. LT Jerran almost choked on the water he'd taken a sip from as he saw and recognized the face, but instead managed to catch himself, allowing the only outward sign of surprise to be a typical raised eyebrow.
"This is Raneov Stefanh e-Annhwi tr'Khnialmnae," the Centurion began. "About 120 years ago, in your Terran late 23rd century, he was a very highly regarded member of the civilian government. His official title was that of Raneov, or shipmaster, assigned to the Merchant Marine Starship Ja'telaih." At the mention of the ship, the hologram changed again to show a Romulan transport ship that, even though it was old, it still followed the Romulan building ethic of a rather sleek design that was both functional and esthetically pleasing. Murmurs were heard around the table from the various bridge officers who had seen a ship almost like it during the Issahi mission. The only difference was that the engine nacelles were quite old looking in the hologram, following the rounded shape which was popular even among Federation starships of the time.
Ignoring the murmurs, B'Vanni continued. "In addition to his position in the Merchant Marines, tr'Khnialmnae also served in many governmental positions. He served as Auethnen, or senior advisor, to house s'Annhwi until he married into house s'Khnialmnae. There, he was given a seat on the Romulan Senate."
B'Vanni moved away from her seat and walked around, looking at the Ja'telaih floating over the table. "He was a very charismatic man," she said almost admiringly. "He had many allies on the Senate as well as in the military. As such, he was afforded many privileges and duties not normally assigned to a civilian in our society. For one, his ship was always at the top of the line in technology, including the latest in cloaking devices. With this in mind, the government also employed his services as a blockade runner, smuggling certain illegal items across the Neutral Zone. I believe that rumor had it that he managed to deliver cases of Romulan Ale to a certain high profile starship chief medical officer every once in a while. But, these records were kept in strictest confidence."
"I suppose the Tal Shiar just wasn't as efficient as it is today," LT Jerran said with a slight smile, eliciting a chuckle from Krysa who quickly stifled it at a look from B'Vanni.
Unphased, the Centurion continued. "tr'Khnialmnae's reign of popularity and good fortune seemed to come to a screeching halt around the time of the Khitomer Accords between the Federation and Klingon Empire. This information is also somewhat, ummm, fuzzy would you call it? But, it would appear that tr'Khnialmnae was detained by military intelligence for questioning concerning a plot against the Praetor. No record of any files being charged have ever been found, but nonetheless, tr'Khnialmnae opted to flee the Romulan Empire with the aid of his crew and his wife."
B'Vanni walked back to her seat and stood behind it, touching another knot to bring up a different hologram. This one showed what appeared to be a battle in progress with a number of Romulan warbirds of an old design, some Klingon battlecruisers, and what appeared to be a Federation Starship.
"tr'Khnialmnae managed to elude the military for quite a while, preying on merchant ships and small warships alike in order to keep up their stores and their technology. The last that was reported of tr'Khnialmnae and the Ja'telaih was during the Battle of Narendra III."
Upon hearing the name of the battle, everyone at the table knew what the scene in the hologram depicted. They also knew that the Federation starship in it was probably the Enterprise-C, which was reported destroyed at the battle.
"One of the warbird commanders claimed to see a large explosion which engulfed both the Ja'telaih and your Enterprise-C. After everything had cleared up and the warbirds were able to sift thorough the debris, they managed to find the wreckage of the Enterprise, but not of the Ja'telaih. It was assumed destroyed at that battle, until now."
B'Vanni touched another knot and the Ja'telaih appeared over the table once again. This time, though, it was changed slightly, most notably, the engines looked quite a bit more modern than before. This is the ship that everyone had seen helping the FEYNMAN fight the Reavers in the Issahi system before.
"About a year ago, we had heard reports that a new pirate was raiding Romulan trading near the neutral zone. At first, it was believed that these raids were being conducted by someone with a very good attention to historical detail who had decided to take on the persona of Stefanh tr'Khnialmnae. Afterall, the real tr'Khnialmnae would have to be about 150 years old by now. And, though my people, and yours," B'Vanni said, paying deference to the Vulcan heritages of the FEYNMAN's Flight Controller and new Chief of Security. "Are very long lived, 150 is rather pushing it."
"But, as we've seen for ourself," interjected Captain Zane. "He's not dead."
"No, he's not," B'Vanni said, green blood flowing to her face slightly, not expecting the crew of the FEYNMAN to be privy to this information. "I have my own theory on this. I think that somehow, both the Ja'telaih and the Enterprise were brought into a time vortex. The Enterprise managed to make it back within what seemed to be no time at all, but for some reason, the Ja'telaih did not and remained in its final temporal destination.
"But, the how of the matter is not at issue for my government." B'Vanni touched another knot and a hologram of what was recognizable as a box for one of the Bajoran Tears of the Prophets appeared before them. "A number of months ago, your ship and crew participated in a mission involving this Orb of the Prophets in Issahi territory, of which I am sure you are all aware, so I won't go into detail.
"After your mission, the Romulan government fealt that it was in our best interests to step in and open diplomatic talks with the Issahi, in order to smooth out their prejudices againts Vulcanoid species."
The crew remembered the Issahi prejudice, and Krysa almost couldn't stifle a chuckle at Jerran's expense when she remembered how the Issahi had planned on having him for dinner, and not as a guest.
"Because of our diplomatic relations with the Issahi," B'Vanni continued, oblivious to the inside joke. "We were the first they came to when the Tear was stolen from them. They claim that it was stolen by Stefanh tr'Khnialmnae and the Ja'telaih, and this has been coroberated by Romulan intelligence.
"The Romulan government suspects that tr'Khnialmnae plans to use the Tear which, as you know, has the ability to move a starship or even a small fleet of ship great distances in a mere blink of an eye, to overthrow the Romulan government, as he tried to do 120 years ago."
At this comment, Jerran raised an eyebrow again, but said nothing, listening to B'Vanni's briefing.
"I was ordered by my government to come request Star Fleet's assistance in this matter."
LT CDR Koreth spoke up at that and said, "Why would the Romulan Empire need our help in finding one of their ships? Surely you can penetrate its cloaking device."
The comment obviously phased B'Vanni's Romulan pride as she said, "We have... underestimated tr'Khnialmnae's resourcefullness. He has managed to accrue a rather powerful cloaking device. I was not privy to the exact nature of the device, but I had heard rumors that it was a prototype interphasing cloak. The Tal Shiar was able to put a single infiltrator on board the Ja'telaih with a transmitter. But, any emissions by the transmitter through the cloaking device have been too weak for our ships to detect. That's why we have come to you."
LT Meleah interjected matter of factly and said, "Even amongst the Romulan Empire there is no sensor system to rival the DELPHI array on the FEYNMAN."
"That's correct," B'Vanni said to the android. "My government is hoping that your ship will be able to detect the signal from our agent."
"And," Krysa said. "What do you plan on doing with the ship once we've found it?"
"Our request has already been approved by your superiors, Commander. When we find the Ja'telaih, we will destroy her. OF course, in the interest of interstellar peace with our Issahi allies, we will try and retrieve their Orb."
Of course, the half Bajoran FCO thought to himself sardonically.
"If you need any further information on tr'Khnialmnae or his ship, I have gotten limited access to the Romulan database for you. Captain," she said as she sat down in her seat.
"Thank you, Sr. Centurion B'Vanni. Any question for the Centurion before going on?"
<NRPG> And we're off!
I've created a section on my page with info on the Ja'telaih and Stefanh tr'Khnialmnae, just as B'Vanni promised :) You can access it by going through the main page (http://www.geocities.com/westhollywood/heights/1742/frame.html) and then selecting the Command department menu. In there, you will find the Intelligence section, which has the link to the Romulan database. (No, Kristin, I don't want to hear about the irony of puting the intelligence section in the command department ;) If this works out, maybe this intel section can be a repository for info for current missions, such as any diagrams or info on species we may dredge up along the way. Anyway, I'm off to bed. :)
Joseph Baker
LT Jerran Terel
Chief Flight Controller
USS FEYNMAN
NCC-66000
Task Force Zinderneuf, Silver Fleet
************************************************************************ * jobaker@chuma.cas.usf.edu * jbaker@deans2.cas.usf.edu * ************************************************************************ * Joseph Baker * * University of South Florida * ************************************************************************ * "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 * ************************************************************************
USS FEYNMAN: One Objection
by Kristen Gant 12-10-1997
Stardate: 91210.1151
Scene: Briefing
"Thank you, Sr. Centurion B'Vanni. Any question for the Centurion before
going on?"
"I have a question," Krysa chimed in. "We're talking about a ship who helped us once before. Yet you blithely talk about destroying it. I just don't see how one tiny ship can be such a threat to the entire Romulan Empire."
"He is an enemy of the people and must be destroyed."
She turned an eye to Jerran, before retorting, "I just don't like the idea of entrapping someone who once helped us. He wasn't our enemy. And now you want us to bring him out and help you destroy him?"
"That is your mission," the Romulan said, turning a cold eye to her.
She frown and turned to look at the captain. She could see the sympathy in his eyes, but his words spoke none of it. "If you recall he only helped us because it helped him. He had stolen the tear then. But the Reavers got in his way, just as they got in ours."
She nodded and looked back at Jerran, trying to read him. After all he'd been kiddnapped by the rogue in question. He knew more about him then any of the rest of them. Maybe even more then Centurian B'Vanni. But his mental block was there. As strong as ever.. maybe more so. She knew he had a stake in this that went beyond the bajoran Tear .. but damned if she could get a handle on what it was!
She sighed and turned back to Zane, "Well, in anycase, I don't like it. I'll of course fulfill my mission along with the rest of you. But purposely setting off to destroy one tiny Rogue Romulan ship goes against my grain."
"Perhaps you are not fit for this duty." B'Vanni said moving to stand behind her. "Perhaps you should remain here and we'll get someone who can preform your duty."
Krysa cringed. "I am a part of this crew. I said I'll do my job. But I wanted my opinion stated for the record."
"It's noted," Zane said quietly.
Regards,
Lt. Cmdr. Krysa Jenn
***
NRPG: If I understand the mission, this should be okay :) If I'm confused
(not an uncommon occurrence) I guess Krysa wasn't paying attention :)
Kris
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.^. Kristen Gant
.-----' `-----. (AKA: Lt. Cmdr. Krysa Jenn, OPS/2O, USS FEYNMAN
| [##' `##] | Cmdr. Y'lonna Dyvian, XO, USS VICTORY
`---' __ `---' Dr. Janna Swansen, CMO, USS PHOENIX
| .-' `. | Cdor. Ainese Kev, COMPA
|' `| Capt. Gabriel Faison, XO, TF ZINDERNUEF
Adm.Hayden Sweeney, Director, Camp Venture
Lt. Faith Donaven, Inst., Camp Venture
Lt.(j.g Roana Shan, on temporary assignment
TF Zindernuef, Counseling Office)
http://homepage.interaccess.com/~sgant/Kris/kris.htm
USS FEYNMAN: Security Report
by Melanie Chipman 12-11-1997
SD: 91211.2000 GMT
Scene: Holodeck 3 - Briefing
Adria stood up, knowing full well that her inexperience and limited knowledge of the ship and her security crew would probably show. But, she had to start somewhere.
"Sir, the Security staff is ready to go," Adria said confidently. "I have scheduled a meeting with the personnel immediately following this briefing to begin training. There may be some changes in shifting and crew at that time, but I will update you following the meeting."
"All weapons are in proper working order as well as shields."
As she looked around at her new crewmates, she could tell that they were trying to understand, as most people would, why a Vulcan would choose to be a security officer, an atypical position for someone with such "logic". Her appearance was one of femininity, but underneath her uniform was a very muscular body. She knew once her crewmates saw her in a battle situation or one where she could use her skills, they would not doubt her abilities.
"I also looked into the security systems of the ship's computer, and I have some suggestions that would make it more efficient."
"Ens..." Captain Zane tried to interrupt.
"I feel that the largest problem with the computer that makes it vulnerable is its interconnectedness. Of course it has to be that way for the different departments on the ship to function. But what I suggest is that we place more security programs at different pinpointed areas where computer activity meets. For example, there are already numerous security checks in the computer in Engineering, but it would be better if we had more checks at points before any data flows into Engineering. I would also like to update the security programs, thus making them more efficient and possibly adding more throughout the ship, which may be beneficial for this mission."
"Is that all, Ensign?" Captain Zane asked, looking at the Ensign with some surprise at her statements. He definitely did not expect such from a new Ensign, especially in her first meeting.
"Yes, I believe so, Sir."
"Very well, update me after you meet with your staff and we can discuss the security issues you just mentioned."
"Yes, Sir."
Adria sat down and scanned the room again. Everyone, not just the Captain, was taken in by her statements. She was beginning to feel a little more at ease, and even her control over her emotions was becoming much easier. She let out a slight sigh, and as she did Jerran looked at her, raised an eyebrow, then looked away again, saying nothing. She could feel his acceptance of her.
She picked up her PADD, began making notes and continued listening to the other reports, anxious to get her staff ready for the new mission ahead.
Respectfully submitted,
Melanie Chipman
Ensign Adria Baccus
CSO, USS FEYNMAN
melanie@micron.net
<<NRPG:>> Just remember that my character absolutely hates to be called by her Vulcan name (T'Phadria) and prefers Adria. Her emotions really get going!
- )
Sorry so short, but I really didn't know what else to say since I'm a "newbie"! <G>
USS FEYNMAN: Engineering Report
by Jason Bostjancic 12-12-1997
SD: 91212
Scene: Briefing
"I have little to report for Engineering as there was minimal damage incurred from the previous mission. My staff is at optimum and prepared. With collaboration between Lieutenant Meleah, Ensign Mac, and myself, we are now prepared to begin the circuitry upgrades discussed before."
Tarrant procured three PADDs which he passed out to Jenn, Zane, and Maril. "These contain the information on the upgrades: hardware, process, projected results, and a chronological list of systems to receive the additions. If, time permitting, you could amend that list as may be required for the upcoming mission I'd like to start as soon as possible."
.........
> She sighed and turned back to Zane, "Well, in any case, I don't like it.
> I'll of course fulfill my mission along with the rest of you. But purposely
> setting off to destroy one tiny Rogue Romulan ship goes against my grain."
>
> "Perhaps you are not fit for this duty." B'Vanni said moving to stand
> behind her. "Perhaps you should remain here and we'll get someone who
> can preform your duty."
>
> Krysa cringed. "I am a part of this crew. I said I'll do my job. But I
> wanted my opinion stated for the record."
The exchange caused Tarrant to tense a bit. While he and Jenn were never
all that close, he had respect for her abilities and dedication. Even
when her husband, Kavan, was killed she remained aboard the FEYNMAN. Now
this Romulan was here, arrogant and condescending, suggesting that she
be replaced.
> "It's noted," Zane said quietly.
While not as privy to the detailed politics of Star Fleet, the engineer knew that Zane was bound to allow their Romulan guest a wide berth. But those rules were unwritten.
"Not to question *your* capabilities, or those of your superiors who have been unable to capture the time-traveling renegade, but I also have my own problems with this.
First, the superior scanning abilities of the DELPHI are still limited to pinpoint locations for long range. While medium range scans naturally have a wider range, we would have to know the general location to look in. What intelligence do you possess that points to a possible location for the Ja'telaih given that with the tear and his cloaking capabilities he could be orbiting Romulus one minute and on the other side of Federation space the next? And what would stop him from using the tear once we find him?
Second, If the war is bad enough that the Issahi have resorted to asking for our help, I believe that we will have to dedicate much of the DELPHI to tracking Reaver ship movements in order to protect the FEYNMAN as we travel in and near Issahi space. It is obvious the Reavers have other powerful weapons beyond the Ytterbium, and we don't have the advantage of traveling with a cloak."
B'Vanni was noticeably agitated, "Is that your professional opinion as an Engineer?"
"As an Engineer and a certified Star Fleet trained Tactical and Security officer. My first billet." he paused for a moment, looking coolly at the Romulan, "AND, if the Ja'telaih for some reason was there, we lack the resources to go unmolested and search for it."
"We would have to limit the search until we could be certain of the FAYNMAN's safety within Issahi space. " added Meleah, "which would also be a tactical advantage to the Ja'telaih if it is there. It would appear that he has multiple defensive advantages. We will have to draw him to us."
Koreth nodded, "Exactly Lieutenant. Which leads me to the next question. What and where is our bait?"
<NRPG>
Just a tiny bit to try and stand up for the honor of our 2O. :) And to give a look at the broader picture as to what we may be looking at in Issahi space and in searching for the Ja'telaih.
Respectfully,
Jason
USS FEYNMAN: Security Meeting
by Melanie Chipman 12-17-1997
SD: 91217.1800 GMT
MD: 1.0900
Scene: Holodeck - immediately following briefing
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>The meeting over the assembled group began to make their way to the arch.
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>"Dr. Mac?"
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>"Sir?"
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>"Will you meet me in my Ready-Room at fifteen forty-five."
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>"Of course sir."
The Ensign turned to Adria, "Don't forget to come and visit me sometime," she said with a chuckle as she exited the holodeck.
The others were standing outside the holodeck chatting. "If you'll excuse me, I need to get security in order." She turned to the turbolift. "Deck 15." [Acknowledged]
Scene: Deck 15 - Security Central
MD 1.9015
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As she arrived in the security area, she could see her staff busy working
as they prepared to leave the station.
"Why don't you run an additional diagnostic on the shields before we leave, T'meq."
"Yes, sir," came the reply from the female Vulcan.
"You must be Ensign Baccus, the new CSO, am I correct?" The human approached her. "I am Scott Neelan. I came on board at ZINDERNEUF to replace the previous assistant CSO, Alex Tamarov. He left the FEYNMAN for a new assignment aboard a ship in the Red Fleet." He was remarkably open and as he talked he was running diagnostics and shouting orders to the staff. From what Adria could tell, he was very capable and would be a very good asset to her.
"I'd like you to gather the senior security staff for a meeting immediately, please, Mr. Neelan. And...I appreciate your candor with me."
Adria turned and walked over to a table in the security room, placed her PADD on it and sat down as the security staff immediately filed in.
"Thank you for your promptness. I am Ensign Adria Baccus the new Chief Security Officer. I have your names and your current assignments here. LT(jg) Allard added some positive comments to your records before his transfer, and I am looking forward to working with you."
"Let me begin by telling you a little bit about our coming mission. The Romulan government is searching for the Ja'telaih and the FEYNMAN has been sent to find her."
T'meq and Mr. Jonas looked at each other, obviously concerned.
"I know you have previous experience with the Ja'telaih, but I won't ask for specifics right now. Our priority is to get this ship ready for departure, making sure all systems are secure. I'd like to focus this on the weapons, shields and the computer system."
"Computer system?" remarked T'meq. "You have suggestions?" she continued, raising an eyebrow.
"Yes. Let me explain. I feel that the largest problem with the computer that makes it vulnerable is its interconnectedness, but it has to be that way for the different departments on the ship to function. I suggest we place more security programs at different pinpointed areas where computer activity meets.
For example, there are already numerous security checks in the computer in Engineering, but it would be better if we had more checks at points before any data flows into Engineering. There are already numerous measures like this that have already been taken, but people have managed to get by it. Also, I suggest updating the current security programs themselves as well as adding more of them throughout the ship. I am going to talk my ideas over with the Captain and let you know his orders. Right now I'd like you to work on weapons and shields."
Placing a PADD on the table, Adria continued, "Mr. Neelan, until further demands of the mission require your services elsewhere, I want you to be in charge of these security measures."
"Aye, sir."
"Dismissed."
The staff got up from the table and returned to their stations in the security area, with Neelan taking charge right away. Adria smiled to herself, knowing she had a great staff, a shiny new pip, and an exciting mission ahead of her.
Respectfully submitted,
Melanie Chipman
Ensign Adria Baccus
CSO, USS FEYNMAN
melanie@micron.net
<<NRPG:>>
For the roster:
SCPO Scott Neelan* aCSO Human Male
PO/1 Jerry T. Jonas* CSO-BETA Human Male
PO/1 T'meq CSO-GAMMA Vulcan Female
Andy: I will be posting tomorrow to discuss security issues with the Captain. <G>
All: Sorry for not posting in a while - I plan on posting at least once or twice a week on a regular basis from now on. I won't physically be gone for Christmas, but I may not be able to post from the 23-29 due to family being in town. :)
David: Congratulations! Now I really *am* the only Ensign on the ship!!
USS FEYNMAN: She's Eating! Couldn't Be!
by Kristen Gant 12-20-1997
Stardate: 91217. 2334
Scene: 10-Forward
MD: 3.1700
She knew it was just ice cream, chocolate syrup, pineapple, strawberry, whipped cream sitting between a sliced banana .. oh and of course a bright crimson cherry shining on top! And any replicator could make one .. heck if she thought about it, she could make one to. It wasn't like it was brain surgery or anything, however, she couldn't remember having one this good before.
Surely there was something Bat did to these things .. something in the way he cut the banana or scooped the vanilla, chocolate and strawberry ice cream .. something that made it extra special -- extra good.
She glanced at him, sitting against the counter wiping glasses until the gleemed. Despite his dour expression there was a bit of a gleam in his eye, and she knew he was happy to be back. How could he be happy at OZ, when his loved ones were here. She chuckled lightly, and saw him glance up at her. She smiled and turned her attention back to her Banana Split, enjoying each cold, sweet, chocolaty bite.
Despite popular opinion, Krysa did not inhale her food. She enjoyed each bite, and anticapated the next. Of course this left her little time to talk while eating .. for who could chat while ones mouth was watering? So since she did not stop to talk, this gave the impression that she ate more quickly then most. Of course it could definitely be said that she did eat more then most, and with little thought to what it might do to her figure .. so far it had done nothing more then pleasantly soften her curves. In this she was lucky, and it was a good thing, for what would she do if she had to limit her meals?
As she scooped the last dribbles of chocolate goo from the bottom of the glass ice cream boat, she spotted the FEYNMAN's new Security officer walking into the lounge. She was a bit surprised, as she'd not seen the young woman since the staff meeting. Aparently the young half-Vulcan had been very busy organizing the security department, and from what Krysa could see, she hadn't taken any time off yet. Well, the Ops officer decided, she would see about changing that!
"Ensign Baccus," she called motioning the CSO over. She put a friendly smile on her face, "I've been looking for a chance to chat with you."
"With me, sir?"
"Krysa," she insisted. "We're not on duty right now. Please, have a seat."
The woman sat down somewhat stiffly as Bat approached, smiling pleasantly, "And what can I get for you today, ma'am?" Krysa grinned, thinking how nice it was to have him back. "Hang around with this one too much," he chuckled, "and you'll find yourself in here a lot."
Regards,
Lt. Cmdr. Krysa Jenn
Ops/2O, USS FEYNMAN
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NRPG: You all have a happy holiday, whichever one you celebrate :) I'll be
leaving Wedensday and be back Friday or Saturday, most likely :) Don't know
if I'll get another post out before then or not.
BTW, Melanie, Krysa is really harmless. She is a Betazoid and therefore has some empathic skills, though they are limited due to a head injury when she was younger. She is friendly and inquisitive :) And yes she does like to pry. This is the woman who will even approach our half-Klingon when he's in a temper! :)
Hugs,
Kris
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.^. Kristen Gant
.-----' `-----. (AKA: Lt. Cmdr. Krysa Jenn, OPS/2O, USS FEYNMAN
| [##' `##] | Cmdr. Y'lonna Dyvian, XO, USS VICTORY
`---' __ `---' Dr. Janna Swansen, CMO, USS PHOENIX
| .-' `. | Cdor. Ainese Kev, COMPA
|' `| Capt. Gabriel Faison, XO, TF ZINDERNUEF
Adm.Hayden Sweeney, Director, Camp Venture
Lt. Faith Donaven, Inst., Camp Venture
Lt.(j.g Roana Shan, on temporary assignment
TF Zindernuef, Counseling Office)
http://homepage.interaccess.com/~sgant/Kris/kris.htm
USS FEYNMAN: Out and About
by Kevin Thigpen 12-20-1997
Stardate: 91220.2353
Scene: CMO's office
MD: 2.2100
"So how is the new pip?" queried the blond-haired form standing in the doorway to her office.
Lt(jg) Mary Mac looked up from the stack of PADDs littering her desk to see the smiling form of Lt(jg) Loren Landers, ship's counselor, standing idly in the doorway.
His characteristic boyish smile, and 'laid-back' charm were present to the fullest extent as he leaned against the doorjamb.
"If I'm not mistaken you've been at this for over seven hours...straight I believe. Time for a break," he added removing his hands from behind his back to reveal the bottle of sparkling wine and platter that was hidden behind him.
Mary simply shook her own head and smiled as Loren set up their meal on her desk.
[SNIP]
Scene: Corridor
MD:3.0800
"Ensign Baccus!" shouted Loren as he spied the female Vulcan rounding the corner. Catching up with her, "I don't think I've had much of an opportunity to give you a proper welcome onboard," began the ship's counselor.
Adria, still walking, turned to look at the ship's counselor. Not much of a build, slighly less than average, but not wiry either. Blond hair tied in a short ponytail down the back of his head, obviously Betazoid with his darkly impenetrable eyes. She also recalled from his service jacket that he was a full empath. She also remembered the last CSO's warning about him...she wondered why she should never challenge him to a few minutes of target practice.
Adria stopped and extended her hand to Loren, "Thank you, si..."
Loren pressed a PADD into her hand before she could even finish. As a way of explanation he added, "Psychological evaluation, at your convenience of course. Let me know the time and meet me on the holodeck. Unfortunately, I would have loved to taken the chance to dine with you this afternoon, but some important business simply will not permit it Ensign...may I call you Adria?"
[NRPG: If you get the chance feel free to respond Melanie C.]
[SNIP]
Scene: Jerran's quarters
MD: 3.1800
"Come," replied Jerran to the annoying beep that emanated from his door annunciator.
A familiar form strode into the FCO's quarters. With raised brow and suspicion about the CNS's presence, Jerran spoke, "Can I help you Counselor?"
"That's supposed to be my line," quietly replied Loren.
Jerran put deactivated his desk screen and swiveled to face Loren fully. "Counselor, I know why you're here, and can assuredly state that I am fine. Jevadi..." began Jerran.
Loren winced imperceptibly as he felt the mental blocks within Jerran surge slightly, suppressing pain and other emotions, with the mere mention of the former lover's name.
Taking a sharp intake of air, Loren stated, "You read minds too huh? Actually, I'm not here to talk about Jevadi. The personal lives of the people on this ship are just that, their personal lives. If someone wants to talk my door is always open. What I came here for..."
Loren stopped and it didn't take a full telepath to see that there was something on his mind that he needed to say. What Jerran couldn't comprehend is why he'd come to him.
"Please don't take offense Jerran, but I wanted to ask you...I wanted to ask...what it was like to lose a friend? How does one cope?"
Then it all came to Jerran in a sharp revelation. Loren, true to his training, was a counselor capable of dealing with all sorts of emotional trauma, but he was still 'green', only a couple of missions out of the academy. He'd never lost anyone close to him, and Allard had been a friend. With him gone, Loren still had Mary, but still J.C. had been his friend.
Jerran had a unique perspective on loss, and Loren knew this. That's why he came to him with his question, considered Jerran. At least that's what Jerran thought. The question was to settle some of his own thoughts, but equally so to get Jerran to talk about his own recent loss.
"Sit down, Loren," offered Jerran.
Respectfully submitted,
Kevin Thigpen
Lt(jg) Loren Landers
USS FEYNMAN CNS
[NRPG: Well, I survived finals! Let there be great rejoicing in the land...Also, Joseph...Loren's question is a genuine one, i.e. his sole purpose for asking it wasn't to just get Jerran to talk about Jevadi.]
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"Concern for man himself and his fate must always form the chief interest
of all technical enddeavors...in order that the creations of our minds
shall be a blessing and not a curse to mankind. Never forget this in the
midst of your diagrams and equations."---Albert Einstein
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USS FEYNMAN: Out and About - Part 2
by Joseph Baker 12-21-1997
SD: 912221.1736 (GMT)
MD: Right after the briefing
LT Jerran was the first to walk out of the holodeck with CDR Jenn hot on his tail. "Terri, wait!" she said to him as he entered the turbolift. She managed to get through the doors just before they closed, illiciting nothing more than a raised eyebrow reaction from the pilot.
"You're just going to walk out of there and not say a thing? As if this is just some ordinary mission?" she said as she hit the stop button on the lift's control panel.
"That's exactly right, commander," he said, reaching over to touch the restart button. She slapped his hand away before he could reach it.
"I can't believe you, Terri! I thoguht Stefanh was your friend? I don't even pretenbd to understand what's going on between the two of you, but you should at least acknowledge that he did save our lives, and I think for that reason alone, at least, we should give him the benifit of the doubt."
Jerran looked over at Krysa and said, "I've tried that before, Krysa, and you know damned well where that's gotten me lately."
"That's what this is all about? You haven't gotten over Dav betraying you? We've all had our losses and defeats, Terri. The object is not to let them jade your perception of things. When I lost Kavan, I almost didn't know how to go on, but I did, mostly through the help of my friends. Life goes on."
Jerran thought about what Krysa had been telling him for a moment and sighed, saying, "Alright. I'll give Stefanh the benefit of the doubt, although the Prophets only know why."
"Good, Terri," she said with a smile. "I just hope Zane feels the same way."
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> Scene: Jerran's quarters
> MD: 3.1800
>
> "Please don't take offense Jerran, but I wanted to ask you...I wanted to
> ask...what it was like to lose a friend? How does one cope?"
>
> Then it all came to Jerran in a sharp revelation. Loren, true to his
> training, was a counselor capable of dealing with all sorts of emotional
> trauma, but he was still 'green', only a couple of missions out of the
> academy. He'd never lost anyone close to him, and Allard had been a
> friend. With him gone, Loren still had Mary, but still J.C. had been his
> friend.
>
> Jerran had a unique perspective on loss, and Loren knew this. That's why
> he came to him with his question, considered Jerran. At least that's what
> Jerran thought. The question was to settle some of his own thoughts, but
> equally so to get Jerran to talk about his own recent loss.
>
> "Sit down, Loren," offered Jerran.
The counselor sat down on a couch near the window where the stars could be streaking past the FEYNMAN at warp speeds. After picking up the cup of raktageno from the desk where Jerran had been working on his latest ship model, he came and sat down on the other end of the couch.
"You never really get over the loss of the person," Jerran began. "At least at first, you always want that person to be near you, for things to be the way the used to be. Even if the person is just transferred away, like J.C., you still feel the pain. But, it's something we have to learn to live with in our profession. People leave, get transferred, get promoted, and unfortunately, because of the dangerous nature of our missions, they die."
"And sometimes we loose them before they even have a chance to die," Landers said, making an obiovus reference to ENS Jevadi's betrayal.
Jerran nodded and said, "Yes, and no matter what those people did to you, you always want things to go back to the way they were, at first. I'm no expert on relationships, Loren, by far, and as such the only real advice I can give you is to say that it's just going to take time. There's no cure-all for heartache, other than having no emotions in the first place. Believe me, I tried that and it's just not worth it."
Jerran smiled slightly and said, "As someone just told me a couple of days ago, life goes on."
"Do you still think of the other friends you've lost?"
Jerran nodded and said, "Yes, of course, but it can't be helped. I still love Kalani very much, and still wonder if I could have saved her had I been around when she died. I still wish that Jennifer hadn't been promoted, but I know that she's better off now. In fact, just before we left the outpost, she got married to the Delilah's first officer. But at least I know that she's still around and that if I needed to, I could call her up at anytime. I hope you can take comfort in that as well. Red Fleet and J.C. may be light years away, but even a few hundred light years can't keep a couple of good friends apart."
<NRPG>
And this is why I'm not a counselor ;)
************************************************************************ * jobaker@chuma.cas.usf.edu * jbaker@deans2.cas.usf.edu * ************************************************************************ * Joseph Baker * * University of South Florida * ************************************************************************ * "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 * ************************************************************************
USS FEYNMAN: Nothing Much Worth Telling
by Max Felsher 12-21-1997
SD 91221.2300(GMT)
MD 1.0900
Holodeck 3:Briefing
Maril listened to what the other officers and the Romulan visitor, mostly just nodding and raising an eyebrow now and again. Maril was glad to be going back to that region of space--Maril had a special interest in the Issahi, his people having a vaguely reptilian appearance as well--but facing the Reavers again was like chasing the jackal that ate your brother’s bones.
Then, there was the Ja’teilah. Maril had had little contact with that ship, but he remembered it well enough. He did not doubt the Ja’teilah’s motives exactly; he simply feared what could happen to the Tear if her crew proved somewhat less than resourceful.
He glanced across at the Romulan. She was an interesting character. Maril was unsure of her motives. If an opportunity presented itself, she might become Darben, breaking ranks.
Standing as the briefing ended, he stepped up to Ensign Baccus.
“Ms. Baccus, I’d like to see you in my office at 1800 hours. I’m sure you’re quick to adapt, but I’d just like to make sure you’re settled in quickly and easily.”
“Yes, sir.”
Moving towards the exit, Maril smiled, remembering all the “talks” he and Lt.(jg) Allard, Baccus’s predecessor, had had. He had no doubt that the new CSO would be just as interesting.
MD 1.1200
Bridge
“Estimated time of arrival at the Issahi homeworld, Mr. Jerran?”
“Nine days, two hours, and five minutes, sir,” Jerran answered without looking up from his console.
Leaning slighlty towards Jerran, Jenn whispered, “That’s only five minutes less than the last time he asked.”
Jerran simply raised an eyebrow as Maril cleared his throat. “I heard that, Commander.”
“Aye, sir.” She turned back to her console and the main viewscreen, smiling faintly.
Maril, sighing, looked back down at the PADD in his hand. He was organizing his away team and researching the state of the Issahi medical corps, as well as making sure he was versed in Issahi customs.
The team would consist mostly of medical personnel, but Maril would need some auxiliary crew to set up their medical equipment and other similar tasks.
Of course, the medical practice in the Issahi culture was almost nonexistent. Even the “healer”, present in most warrior cultures and versed in basic first aid and herbs, was uncommon on Issahi ships as the species’ warrior ethic had clashed with technology. Since the loss of the Tear, the Issahi had lost approximately one-fourth of their men.
Making a note to meet with Dr. Mac about the away mission, he continued reading about the varied customs of the Issahi culture.
The sun has met the sea,
Commander Onta Maril,
FirstOfficer, USS Feynman,
aka Max Felsher
NRPG: Not much plot development. Your basic non-existent, fluff post.
Melanie C.:Just arrive at Maril’s office at the specified time. Nothing much will happen unless Baccus has something she wants to say. It’s more of a tradition, and it just helps the character to settle in. (I hope. <g>)
USS FEYNMAN: Insomniacs R Us
by Joseph Baker 12-22-1997
SD: 91222.0734 (GMT)
MD: 3.2200
For about the third time in a night, LT Jerran's doorbell rang. He looked up from the model he was building, a raised eyebrow just barely visible above the magnifying goggles he was using for the fine detail, and sighed, saying, "Come."
The door opened and LTJG St. John Briggs stood just outside the door, holding a PADD in front of him as if it would shield him from anything that might be beyond the threshold. This was actually the first time he'd been to the FCO's quarters, usually having met him on the bridge, the shuttlebay, or the flight crew lounge off of the shuttlebay in the past few days he'd been on the FEYNMAN. He was in awe as he looked up and saw some of the models the FCO had built hanging from the ceiling.
Jerran smiled slightly as he he went back to work on the model on the desktop. "What can I do for you Mr. Briggs?" he said without skipping a beat as he painted a small area on the side of the ship.
"I just wanted to show you some of the maneuvers I've been working on for input into the auto-execution que on the helm. They're just a couple of things I made up for a senior project at the academy. I could never use them on the DELILAH because they were mostly designed for a smaller ship like the FEYNMAN. I've tried to adapt them for the enhancements you've done on the FEYNMAN's thruster system, but I can't seem to get the right algorithms."
Jerran took the PADD that Briggs was holding and looked at it after taking off the magnifying goggles. After a moment, Jerran raised an eyebrow and said, "Fascinating. I'll hand these over to Major Stark after the shift change and we'll see about implementing some simulations with them."
LT Briggs' smiled widely and said, "Is that a Bajoran sailship you're building, sir?"
"Yes, it is," as he picked it up gently and handed it over to the young pilot, pointing out the spots that were still somewhat wet from paint. "I took the plans which Captain Benjamin Sisko found and just miniaturized them. Touch the button on top there."
Briggs looked over the ship and touched the area where Jerran had pointed. The solar sails on the side, which had been folded up, began to gently deploy, making the ship look like some sort of a butterfly coming out of a cocoon. The imagery was lost, though, as a grinding sound could be heard, followed by the starboard sails collapsing and falling to the floor.
"Oh, no!" Briggs said, looking like he was worreid he'd done something wrong. "I'm awfully sorry about that, sir."
"No, no," Jerran said with a slight chuckle. "It's alright. That's about the third time that's happened with those sails. I guess I'm just going to have to cheat and use some more modern materials in it."
Briggs set the model down carefully, trying not to break it again. "Yeah, I guess that would work better. When did you start building models?"
"Oh, when I was about five or so. My family was living on Vulcan at the time. I built a model of the CONSTITUTION class Enterprise. It was pretty easy, as most of the parts were cylindrical."
"Ah, the original. I've always been more partial to the refit."
Jerran smiled and said, "I agree. My father still has it hanging in his office in our house on Bajor. One of those proud fatherly moment things. My mother, on the other hand, saw no logic in cluttering up her ever efficient office with displays like that. Although, she does have the dagger that I used for the kahs-wan survival ceremony sitting on her desk."
St. John chuckled and said, "I think my mother still has some of my kindergarten drawings hanging from the replicator."
"Hmmm, must be a human thing."
The FEYNMAN's newest pilot took the opportunity as the conversation lulled to look at some of the other models around the room. He stopped at the JA'TELAIH and looked at it sitting on it's stand on the side table next to the couch. "This is the ship we're trying to find, isn't it?"
Jerran nodded and said, "I built that at the academy. This really old gardener told me tales of that ship, and I tried to get as much info on her as possible. Of course, it was all mainly just rumors and gossip that had filtered across the Neutral Zone. But the idea was very romantic, sort of like the sea pirates on your own Earth."
"Well, we humans tend to romanticize those stories on purpose, in order to hide the darker side of our history. I hope for his sake that the captain of the Ja'telaih isn't like those pirates of old Earth."
"Oh, no. Far from it, I'd say," Jerran said with a chuckle. "He's still more like the romanticized versions. I think there was an actor in the 1930's on Earth, Errol Flynn? Stefanh was very much like him. Very suave, debonair, extravagant. But he's obviously hiding something. I guess we'll just have to find out what."
"Yeah, and before the Romulans find him."
<NRPG> Just a bit of character development for Jerran and the new aFCO. :)
USS FEYNMAN: Captain's Log
by Andrew Catterick 12-29-1997
SD: 91230.1500
MD: 6.0500
"Captain’s log…
After an uneventful journey we have been met by our Issahi escort and are 6 hours from the homeworld. The IN ship has identified itself as the frigate DAGGER. After only a cursory scan its obvious the ‘frigate’ is really only a courier ship with some hastily added armaments. Its quite a change from our last visit when we were greeted by two top-of-the-line cruisers. Unfortunately it is only a concrete example of what we already suspected. Fleet had forwarded the Issahi tactical reports to us and Lt. Jerran, Ens Baccus and I have spent the better part of the voyage studying them. Taken at face value the Issahi situation is bad. Factoring in the Issahi stubbornness and pride which has no doubt shifted the report to a more optimistic outlook and the situation becomes grim. Without the addition of Admiral Sabre’s battlegroup, due to arrive in 21 more days, I fear the Issahi would fall in six months.
Not that their war effort should be marginalized. In every major engagement the IN has dominated the Reavers. But for every Reaver ship killed there are 10 more to take its place. And it is sheer numbers and the mindless, unwavering attacks of the Reavers that have put the Issahi in the situation they now face. True to their nature the Reavers choose a ship, apparently at random, and swarm it until it is destroyed. They take tremendous losses but they don’t stop until they have overwhelmed their victim. The Issahi can’t keep up with the rate of attrition. They may lose the war without ever losing a battle.
When they had the Tear they were able to drop their fleets behind the Reaver line, usually near supply bases or staging areas, and wreak havoc on the Reavers before they could get organized. Without instructions from a central area the Reavers don’t seem to be able to coordinate themselves and the Issahi simply picked them off virtually unimpeded. But now with the Tear gone the IN can’t even hope to break through the Reaver lines and disrupt their communications or supplies. And the Reavers have been making them pay for their earlier losses.
Nothing of note on the Romulan front save for my increasing unease. At one level I understand the Romulan presence. If we don’t stop the Reavers they will eventually be a Romulan problem and it is better to face the enemy on someone else’s turf then one’s own. But it also makes sense to let us pound on them for awhile before Romulus sends in its navy. They have time on their side and while its possible that we might not be able to stop the Reavers it makes more sense for the Romulans to wait until both sides are weakened before they step in. They could arrive mop up the Reavers and then turn their sights on a weakened Federation presence in this sector. But instead they have been courting the Issahi as much as we have. The Issahi don’t have much to offer nor does this region of space. If it weren’t for the threat of the Reavers it would be unlikely that we’d take any more than a passing interest in this area.
So, what do the Romulans know that we don’t? What is out there that they’ve come this far? With this mystery in mind its imperative theta we establish stronger relations with the Issahi and let the Romulans know that this is our sphere of influence. Its not going to be easy. Right now the Issahi are trying to survive and would except help from anyone. But they are not naďve and see the future possibilities of having two major powers compete for their attentions. So far we seem to have the edge. The Romulan convoys have gone along way in keeping them fighting and for now the Issahi have declined the Romulan offer for military assistance since they had already taken the Federation’s offer to send a battlegroup. As much as they need the help they do seem to understand the implications of allying with the Romulans. Hopefully our efforts here will only strengthen the fledgling relationship that has been forged."
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Hi all! Hope you are enjoying your holidays!
Just a bit of background on the scene before we arrive...nothing major tho'
We're along way from Romulous so for now I'd like to keep the Romulan involvement pretty much in the arena of finding the renegade. Any contact with the Issahi will be mostly supply convoys etc. We have more than enough baddies in and around OZ to keep us busy for now! :)
As soon as Max takes his teams down we'll head out to rendezvous with the convoy and see what we can dig up.
David: One problem you and your medical teams may face is the rigid Issahi caste system...their is no caste for healers so finding Issahi to help may be hard. Obviously the Federation will want to train them to help themselves and it won't be and overnight process. You will be laying down the framework for future schooling once the Federation formalizes relations with the Isshai and they can send more concrete medical assistance and training personnel to strengthen the ones we will leave behind.
Respectfully,
Andy
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-Captain Zane, Commanding, USS FEYNMAN
-Rear Admiral Robert Steele, Commanding, TF ZINDERNEUF
-Lieutenant Kurt Mitchell, Chief of Security, USS CALLISTO
-Lieutenant (jg) Jessica Corrigan, Executive Officer, USS VALIANT
USS FEYNMAN: Arctic Cold
by Kristen Gant 12-31-1997
Stardate: 91231.1134
Scene: Bridge
MD: 6. 1530
Krysa sat idly monitoring the various subspace signals bouncing around Issahi space. Seldom was anything out of the ordinary discovered this way, as anything that wasn't wanted to be noticed wouldn't just be bouncing around. But monitoring was standard practice, and was something to keep her mind occupied on something other then the away team and their mission to the planet.
She was relieved to not be dealing with the reptiles this time .. and she was sure Terri was too. They had wanted his head the last time! Or was that his ears? She suppressed a chuckle and refocused her attentions back on her monitoring.
A short time later the Captain stepped off the turbolift and crossed the bridge to the center seat. "Mr. Jerran set an intercept course to the convoy."
"Course already laid in, sir," Terri told him.
Zane nodded, he really hadn't expected anything less from the FEYNMAN's FCO. Krysa grinned and set her monitoring into the back ground as she began to reallocate the FEYNMAN's resources to navigation.
"Breaking orbit now, sir." Jerran reported as he piloted the FEYNMAN smoothly along it's path.
Krysa was enjoying the smooth rumbling of the FEYNMAN as she moved, until she heard the turbolift door open again, and all of a sudden a coldness settled over her. She didn't need to look to see who had entered. It was their Romulan guest. It was like the woman exuded a coldness into the air.
"I see we are on our way, Captain."
"Yes, Centurion, we are."
"You brought the dissenter along? I would have thought you'd have left her on the planet to ensure the proper completion of our mission."
Krysa cringed, but she should have expected it. She hadn't been able to just sit back in silence during the mission briefing. She'd had to open her mouth. Since then however, she'd tried to go out of her way to offer her support of the Captain and his decisions .. but obviously B'Vanni wasn't about to let her forget her first transgression.
Zane's voice was smooth, "My executive officer and I made the personnel choices which would best ensure the success of our mission, I assure you, Centurion."
Krysa stole a glance over at Jerran who's face and emotions were as blank as a brand new slate! He was not being of any help. Sometimes she wished she could cover her emotions and opinions that well.
Regards,
Lt.Cmdr. Krysa Jenn
Ops/2O, USS FEYNMAN
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NRPG: Just a short one before the New Year :) We still have one more
'christmas' to celebrate on New Years day, and then the holiday will be over
! And yes, My Kevin is very very spoiled now !
Kristen
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.^. Kristen Gant
.-----' `-----. (AKA: Lt. Cmdr. Krysa Jenn, OPS/2O, USS FEYNMAN
| [##' `##] | Cmdr. Y'lonna Dyvian, XO, USS VICTORY
`---' __ `---' Dr. Janna Swansen, CMO, USS PHOENIX
| .-' `. | Cdor. Ainese Kev, COMPA
|' `| Capt. Gabriel Faison, XO, TF ZINDERNUEF
Adm.Hayden Sweeney, Director, Camp Venture
Lt. Faith Donaven, Inst., Camp Venture
Lt.(j.g Roana Shan, on temporary assignment
TF Zindernuef, Counseling Office)
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