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TOTAL OCTOBER 1997 POSTS: 13
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USS FEYNMAN: No, Not a "Buh," a Bomb
by Joseph Baker 10-3-1997
SD: 91003.1307
MD: 9.1815
"There," Jerran said as he disconnected the last optical fibre from the viral bomb that he and Major Stone had found in the heating duct. He pulled it out of the compartment and handed it to Stone, closing off the duct's panel where it was hidden. "Would you like to carry this back to our room, Major?"
"If it's all the same to you, LT," Stone said, holding the device apprehensively at arm's length. "I'd just as much rather you carry it."
"Suit yourself," the pilot said as he took the bomb and casually tossed it
under his arm, illiciting a grimace from the temporal officer.
"Would you mind terribly being careful with that?"
Jerran smiled slightly and said, "Don't worry, Major. When I disconnected the power supply, it rendered the virus completely inert. Even if it got out of the containment vessel, it wouldn't be able to do anything."
The two crawled out of the heating duct through a vent in a storeroom where no one was around to see them. They then headed up to CMDR Maril's room to leave the bomb there before heading off to the cafe. When they arrived, Maril and Koreth weren't around, so Jerran and Stone headed for one of the tables to have a seat and wait for them.
After a few moments, Maril and Koreth finally showed up. "How did your experiment go?" Maril said as he sat down at the table.
Jerran looked over at the commander and said, "It was a complete success."
Maril motioned for the two to lean closer and proceeded to inform Jerran and Stone of their meeting with "Captain Garret."
"Do you believe her story?" Jerran asked.
"I don't know," Maril responded. "I didn't have a chance to ask her any questions to authenticate her identity. Besides, I figured Krysa would know her better and would be the best person for that job once our meeting comes up."
"It all does seem very odd," Stone said, rubbing his chin. "If they were Star Fleet officers, even ones from the future who were here on a mandated mission such as ours, then they would have brought along at least one temporal officer, and he would have had to have gotten in touch with either me or Flint first before contacting you."
"She did say that our actions here had great repurcussions within the Federation," Koreth said. "Maybe the FEYNMAN happened to be the only one not effected by those repurcussions, such as when the ENTERPRISE-E was uneffected by the changes caused by the Borg or when the EINSTEIN stopped the Cardasians from going back in time to destroy that Vulcan ship which made first contact with Earth."
Jerran raised an eyebrow and said in a most Vulcan fashion, "That would be a very illogically small possibility, at least 2 billion, four hundred and,...."
"We get the point, LT" Maril said, almost smiling before he remembered his own Vulcan persona. "I guess we'll find out tomorrow morning when we meet them here with the captain. Untill then, just keep your eyes open."
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<NRPG>
So, let's recap the ripples we've discovered so far:
1. The guy that was caught already, not a threat
2. The imposter LT who was left back at the avalanche site
3. The bomb, also not a threat anymore
4. Captain Garret
5. The man with the package and the guard
6. Our own mysterious crewman from the FEYNMAN
7. ?????
I guess we need to just figure out one more. Of course, that'll probably be the biggest one of all ;)
************************************************************************ * 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: The Right Place At the Right Time
by Kristen Gant 10-5-1997
Stardate: 91005.1310
Scene: USS FEYNMAN
MD: 9.1800 (though only a few minutes for the FEYNMAN)
Jeanine sat trying to look unconcerned as a third ripple hit the ship. The junior bridge staff looked up at her and she fought to maintain her calm demeanor. They couldn't know how worried she was. "How are our shields doing."
"Still holding," a nervous ensign said as she stood at tactical, "96%"
"Excellent," the word came out smoothly. Showing much more confidence then she felt. The escaping shuttle had thrown her more then she cared to admit.
However, if then last 4 ripples were as easy as this, it would be a breeze, that is if whoever escaped in the shuttle didn't do any worse harm.. She prayed silently that they would not, as she watched the clock ticking down .. still nearly 15 minutes before the senior staff were scheduled to return. Damn! Time was moving too slow!
MD: 9.1830
Flint had stayed with Dr. Mac to keep an eye on Nicholas while Krysa and Meleah headed out to follow the man with the package. He'd worked hard at alluding any followers but with Meleahs 'superhuman' abilities, they were able to keep track of him without being noticed.
"I think I got snow in my boot from that last tumble," Krysa moaned unhappily, "I can't feel my toes anymore."
"Look," Meleah whispered, "He is opening the package."
"He is?" Krysa asked, suddenly forgetting her numb toes. They'd been following him for nearly 4 hours and so far he had not made any attempt to do anything other then carry that package around. "Can you see what it is?"
"I am attempting to identify the object now," Meleah informed her. "I think it is some type of weapon."
Krysa was suddenly on alert. "Where is the Admiral?" She pulled back the heavy coat to reveal her wrist device, "Well, Flint and Mary are still at the lodge .. Let's hope that means he's not after our Admiral."
"There are more of them.." Meleah added.
Krysa looked up and saw their query motion to two others, "They look like their looking for something."
Meleah nodded, concurring. The two FEYNMAN officers followed their query carefully so as not to be discovered.
Suddenly there was a blast. Krysa looked at Meleah. The Science officer spoke, "Sounds like a power conduit exploded."
They lights dimmed a bit, then went back on as power was quickly rerouted by the undamages systems. "Looks like your right,"Krysa said.
Meleah nodded matter-of-factly. They drew nearer, just in time to hear a cold voice speak, "In HIS name, and for the death of the evil one."
Krysa's eyes widened as she saw a familar blonde head with a weapon pointed at it. Both she and Meleah raised their own carefully disguised phasers and fired, Krysa's hitting the man just slightly after Meleah's did.
Loren looked around, his black eyes taking in the scene. "Good shot."
"Are you all right?" Krysa asked as Meleah moved to the downed man.
Loren nodded, "I think so."
"He's alive .. but I think the double stun will keep him out for a while." Meleah informed them.
"No doubt, the lodge will have people on their way here anytime," Krysa said, looking at the blown conduit. "Perhaps we should quickly clean up the bodies."
Regards, Lt. Commander Krysa Jenn -> Hero :) OPS/2O USS FEYNMAN
NRPG: Well, you don't have to die today, Kevin :)
Kristen
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.^. Kristen Gant
.-----' `-----. (AKA: Lt. Cmdr. Krysa Jenn, OPS/2O, USS FEYNMAN
| [##' `##] | Cmdr. Y'lonna Dyvian, XO, USS VICTORY
`---' __ `---' Capt. Gabriel Faison, XO, TF ZINDERNUEF
| .-' `. | Dr. Janna Swansen, CMO, USS PHOENIX
|' `| Lt. Faith Donaven, Inst., Camp Venture
Cdor. Ainese Kev, COMPA
Lt.(j.g.) Roana Shan, on temporary assignment
TF Zindernuef, Counseling Office)
http://homepage.interaccess.com/~sgant/Kris/kris.htm
USS FEYNMAN: A Starlight Stroll
by Andrew Catterick 10-9-1997
SD: 1009.2300
Scene: Outside the Lodge
Team Zane
Zane and Allard walked slowly around the perimeter of the resort. Little had happened that required hotel security save for the occasional tourist question and Zane wondered how anyone could do this for any length of time.
"Its beautiful country isn’t it" Allard said as he looked up the stars that were staring to appear. At this time of the year darkness came early.
"It is." Zane replied focusing his attention on the quiet surroundings. It would be an excellent place for a vacation. He did have some leave time coming to him. He wondered what Krysa would think if he suggested they go on a vacation together.
[Lt(jg) Landers. Need help immediately. Location, west power station...]
Zane and Allard exchanged glances. "This way." Zane said and the two walked as quickly as they could into the woods. Once sheltered by the trees they broke into a run heading for the power station. It was some minutes before they arrived and they dropped to the snow, almost out of breath, so they could determine there course of action. It might be already to late for Loren and Zane didn’t want to charge into the unknown and suffer the same fate. Still, if Loren was still alive the longer they waited the less likely it would be. He pointed his phaser at a window near the ground. "You go in there. I’ll head around the back. Keep your phaser on stun." Silently both men crept away.
Approaching the building Zane looked through a window but all that could be seen was darkness. The blown coupling had seen to that. Quietly he lifted the window and crawled in. Through the darkness he could hear movement. It sounded if something was being dragged across the floor. He crouched down behind a shelving unit as his eyes slowly became accustomed to the dark. He could see the dark silhouette of someone in the middle of the room. His commbadge vibrated briefly signaling Allard was in place. "You there stop what your doing!" The hunched over figure stood and turned. Immediately Allard leaped from behind pressing a phaser in the back of LCDR Krysa Jenn. "Nice of you to join us after the work is done." She said wryly. Zane stood and walked over to join them. The adrenaline of the moment quickly draining away. "What happened?" He asked.
Quickly Loren and Jenn filled Zane and Allard in on the events that had led up to their meeting. "You three better get out of here the hotel maintenance staff will be here soon." Already Allard was talking on his personal communicator downplaying the scene to the hotel security manager.
"What about them?" Krysa said gesturing to the Fajurians both alive and dead. "Can’t leave them here and we can’t hand them over to the authorities."
Zane looked around the room using his flashlight to illuminate it. "What’s behind that door. It looks like it hasn’t been opened in some time." Allard used his pass key and took a look. "It seems to be the junk room. Lots of dust."
"Good lets tie them up and leave them in their. We’ll get a hypo from Dr. Mac and come back later to keep them unconscious. When this is over they should be automatically drawn back through the Guardian." Grabbing the stunned Fajurian he looked up at Krysa. She stood near a window and the starlight illuminated her face. He smiled at her and she smiled back wondering what he was thinking. "You three get back to the lodge. Our shift will be done soon we’ll meet in the lounge. I’m interested in meeting this Captain Garret."
<<<NRPG>>>
I plan on writing Zane and Garrett meeting tomorrow…of course I’ve planned on writing this sooner. Writer’s Block is not a lot of fun. Lots of ideas but as soon as I sit down I go blank. I generally jot down some notes at work (got do something while I’m there) but even that has tended to dry up as of late.:(
Just a reminder to all of you. I will be heading to Florida on the 26th of October about 3 seconds after I get out of bed, which will be early as I will be too excited to sleep and I won’t be back til the 10th or the 11th..or longer if Jacky and I are especially frugal…not likely:(
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: Giving Them Some Extra Time
by Kristen Gant 10-12-1997
Stardate: 91013.1251
Scene: Power building
MD: 9.1900
>"Good lets tie them up and leave them in their. We'll get a hypo from Dr.
>Mac and come back later to keep them unconscious. When this is over they
>should be automatically drawn back through the Guardian." Grabbing the
>stunned Fajurian he looked up at Krysa. She stood near a window and the
>starlight illuminated her face. He smiled at her and she smiled back
>wondering what he was thinking. "You three get back to the lodge. Our
>shift will be done soon we'll meet in the lounge. I'm interested in
>meeting this Captain Garret."
Krysa nodded. She was interested in 'Captain' Garret herself. However, it didn't make any sense for all of them to meet her. She turned to Meleah and Landers and followed them out.
They had barely gotten out of the building when a security guard and a maintenance man came racing over the snow in a snow shuttle. Loren recognized them as resort personnel and immediately went into his role, beginning to check Krysa and Meleah over, "Are you alright?" He pressed the alert button on Krysa's watch while carefully studying her wrist for signs of injury.
"What's going on her?" The security guard asked.
"Not sure, I was in the middle of a lesson when something in there blew. I'm afraid we are all rather shaken, but uninjured. Except for me, when I hit a tree." Loren grimaced as he motioned to the bruise near his temple.
Krysa looked sheepish, "I'm so sorry about that .." She turned to the newcomers, "You see, I'm not a very good skier .."
The guard's eyes narrowed, "A lesson? Where is your equipment?"
Loren shrugged, "I'm afraid some of it was damaged, so we left it a ways over there." Loren motioned back toward the building, ".. until I can get someone to come pick it up. I wanted to make sure my students were okay first. You understand.."
"You know this isn't a safe area for skiing lessons."
Krysa's face contorted again, "Uh well .. that's .. uh .. that's my fault again. I sorta got lost .."
The man watched her and the nodded, "I see."
The man took a step toward the building and Loren stopped him, "I've never seen anything like it. What do you suppose could have caused something like that."
Krysa noticed Meleah was explaining to the maintenance man, in great detail, what she had seen when the power coupling blew .. she hoped between Loren and the android, it would give Zane and Allard enough time to hide the Farjurians.
"I think you should take the ladies to see the nurse." the security guard was saying trying to get Loren to leave him alone so he could get into the power station.
"Yes.." Loren said, "I'm sure you're right .. after all it wouldn't be good to have injured guest. I mean I can only tell so much from my quick once over .."
The guard finally slipped away, motioning to the maintenance man, and Loren shurgged, "Do you think we gave them enough time."
"I hope so," Krysa said looking back toward the building that the guard and his cohort were just now entering. "We'd better get going."
Regards,
Lt.Commander Krysa Jenn
Ops/2O, USS FEYNMAN
NRPG: I know this doesn't add much, but I've been a bit braindead the last couple of days. I just wanted to get something out :)
Joseph, Just let me know when you get your page up and running. I look forward to linking it to the FEYNMAN page :) RE: frames vs tables.. don't blame me for your decision.. (g) I'm happy with either one, cause I have a decent browser! :)
Kris
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.^. Kristen Gant
.-----' `-----. (AKA: Lt. Cmdr. Krysa Jenn, OPS/2O, USS FEYNMAN
| [##' `##] | Cmdr. Y'lonna Dyvian, XO, USS VICTORY
`---' __ `---' Capt. Gabriel Faison, XO, TF ZINDERNUEF
| .-' `. | Dr. Janna Swansen, CMO, USS PHOENIX
|' `| Lt. Faith Donaven, Inst., Camp Venture
Cdor. Ainese Kev, COMPA
Lt.(j.g.) Roana Shan, on temporary assignment
TF Zindernuef, Counseling Office)
http://homepage.interaccess.com/~sgant/Kris/kris.htm
USS FEYNMAN: Decisions
by Andrew Catterick 10-15-1997
SD: 91015.1100
MD: 9.2230
Scene: Resort Lounge
Team Zane
Zane looked across the table at Garret and wondered who she was. With his security shift over he had met her in a dark corner table of the small lounge. While resort employees were not encouraged to mingle with the guests they were not discouraged either. Besides, it was late enough in the evening that any of the resort staff that were anywhere near important had left. Zane pushed his plate to the side and leaned down on the table. "Ok tell me what happened."
"It was six hours after you left and you had still not returned. Being that you were only supposed to be gone for less than an hour and considering the nature of the mission I was greatly concerned. I knew what was at stake and decided I would have to go back and help. Simultaneously I received an emergency communiqué from Admiral Nicholas. Thinks were getting worse. He was barely holding on. I explained the situation and he sent me back."
That certainly sounded plausible enough. Not that he believed her yet. "And your promotion?"
"The admiral felt it best that he brevet me to Lieutenant Commander and place me as acting captain. The story I told the crew was that the senior staff were on a secret mission on the planet and as you had not returned it was likely you were in danger. I was to go down and retrieve you but if I did not return in one hour they were to take the ship back to the ZINDERNEUF." She shrugged, "Not that it would matter by then."
"Well so far we’re all still here and we’ve managed to save the admiral from several waves. So hopefully your arrival will help us circumvent any problems we may encounter. In the meantime you will work with Commander Jenn’s team."
"Understood."
"And let me blunt. You are an unknown right now and I find myself not able to trust you or to disregard you due to the circumstances we face and the possible consequences. With that in mind we will be watching you and if you do anything that seems out of the ordinary we’ll have to take appropriate action. Is that understood?"
"Completely."
"Good. For now at least you’re a tourist so I suggest you join Meleah and have a little fun." Zane watched her go and smiled as Krysa slid into the booth to join him.
"So what do you think?" She asked as she grabbed a piece of garlic bread.
"Well I’m the pessimistic type so I don’t believe her. Everything is plausible enough but all my instincts tell me she is an impostor."
"If she is than that means that the Fajurians are getting some excellent information about SILVER. There can’t be more than a handful of people who know what we’re up to."
"Agreed. I think its safe to assume we have a spy on the ship. Could she be the ‘real’ Garrett but could she have been a plant all along. Perhaps the Fajurians somehow discovered we are here and are able to warn their companions in the future. They could have been ready for us for years."
"Not a comforting thought."
"No. But what do you think? Is she Garrett and if so is she on the level?"
Krysa shook her head. "I honestly don’t know. She seems to be but part of her doesn’t. Its hard to explain."
Zane nodded. "I understand. I’ve assigned her to your team if she even smiles the wrong way assume the worst. He looked at his watch. But for now, I’m back on duty. "
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Scene: Casino ZINDERNEUF
With the clanging of the slot machines behind the glass wall Bat Durensten looked around the small bar with carefully concealed approval. It was the perfect size and had most of the equipment he would need. It just needed some cleaning and it would be ready to go. He could probably open for the weekend. Staffing wouldn’t be a problem. "Its a lot smaller than you told me."
Nabil smiled. "My friend it is not small it is cozy. Perfect for my bigger players. They will all come here. I will see to it. People will be lined at your door." His personal communicator buzzed. "What?" He said exasperated.
"Nabil its Gabori. Where are you?"
"Why? What do you want?"
"I have a player who wants me to comp him a personal tour of the sack."
"Give it to him, I do not care." Nabil replied in his thick accent.
"His play doesn’t warrant it and I’ve turned him down. He wants to speak to you."
"I am in the Baccarat Room I am busy."
"Uh, Nabil *I’m* in the Baccarat Room…"
"Don’t ask me where I am!!! Tell him I said NO!" He paused for a moment then smiled at Bat. "My friend this too much for you to walk away from. Will you sign the lease or will I give it to someone else?"
Bat looked around. He had nowhere else to go. And even if his profits where 10% of what Nabil promised he’d be a rich man. With a smile he reached for the PADD and signed it. He was once again Bat Durensten, bartender extraordinaire.
<<<NRPG>>>
I missed Bat;)
For those of you who I have not already taunted, I will be leaving on vacation on Sunday Oct 26 about 3 seconds after I wake up. Jacky and I are having a leisurely drive down to Florida Stopping West Virginia, Savannah, Georgia, St. Augustine Florida and Cocoa Beach Florida and eventually we will arrive at Walt Disney World where we will be spending a week. We should be back home on the 11th of November.
I had hoped that the mission would be wrapping up by about the time I was leaving so I wouldn’t miss any of it but it seems like this is not to be. So have fun with out me. (And don’t leave Zane in the past)
Of course this isn’t my final post or anything they’ll be a couple more before I leave but I just wanted to make sure you all knew with some time in case you had any issues you wanted to bring up before then.
Respectfully,
Andy-->11 days
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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: Truth and Fabrication
by Kristen Gant 10-18-1997
Stardate: 91017.1022
Scene: Back at the lodge
MD: 9.2000 (or around there :)
Team Jenn
>"What did you find out?" Zane asked softly.
>"The first man was not very happy that Adm Nicholas is still alive. The
>bodyguard defended his actions, and said that the other had not done any
>better. The first man then said that they would meet on the ski slopes at
>0900 tomorrow morning, near the start of the ski lift."
Zane nodded, "We'll have to have someone out there to look in on them .."
He looked pointedly at Loren, who nodded. Krysa watched as Zanes eyes fell on the door and she turned to see Garret walking in. He took a deep breath and walked away leaving Krysa and Meleah as he headed over to face the woman who claimed to be from their future.
Krysa watched her closely, trying to determine if it was really her or not. "It looks like her," she said after a moments scrutinization, then she shrugged and headed toward the bar to look like a vacationer. Meleah was right behind her.
They settled on bar stools and ordered drinks which sat there and became watered down. Krysa found her eyes drifting toward Zane and Garret frequently as she tried to recognized movements and mannerisms from her aOPS that could prove one way or other if it was really her.
They were joined by Flint and Mac a few minutes later who reported that they had nothing new to report. Krysa frowned .. well they couldn't expect everything to just fall into their laps.
The four continued to 'socialize' for quite a while. The watered down drinks were never touched as they chatted and tried to look as though they were having a good time, rather then worrying about the fate of one Admiral to be. Krysa was beginning to wear out when Garret stood from the table where she'd been sitting with the Captain and headed toward the bar.
Krysa smiled lightly and made her way over to take a seat next to the Lodge's temporary Security guard. *** >Zane nodded. "I understand. I've assigned her to your team if she even >smiles the wrong way assume the worst." He looked at his watch. "But for >now, I'm back on duty." "No problem, I'll find a way to weed her out one way or another." A wry smile sat on her face.
He eyed her carefully, "Just be careful."
She grinned, feeling a bit giddy with the environment. The low lights, the crackling fire .. the company. "You know .. this is a very nice lodge. I wonder what it's like in the future .."
He raised an eyebrow, and leaned a little closer, "I'm sure it's still quite nice .."
Her dark eyes sparkled, "Isn't the FEYNMAN up for a little down time .."
"She might be .."
"Good." She smiled.
"Work calls," he said apologetically as he stood.
She nodded, "I know. I think I'm about ready to turn in anyway .. gotta get up bright and early tomorrow .."
Their eyes locked for a moment before he turned and headed out for his next security shift.
A deep sigh ran through her as she watched him go. It was such a waste to spend all their time in this incredible environment, working. But the future of Star Fleet depended on it .. well at least the future of Star Fleet as they knew it ..
***
MD: 10.0700
Krysa was dressing and eating a full breakfast served by room service bright and early the next morning. Mac and Meleah watched in fascination as Krysa devoured eggs, bacon and toast .. not to mention a sweet roll and cheese danish. The Ops officer ignored their stares as she took advantage of the non-replicated food in front of her.
"Flint's gonna wonder what happened to us," Mac said.
Krysa swallowed, "I'm almost done. But look at this slice of musk melon .. it's calling my name!" She happily reached for the juicy fruit and took a bite. "I'm not missing out on any of this.."
The other two shrugged and took a seat while they waited for her.
Krysa didn't stop until the tray was clean of any food. Then she gently wiped her mouth with her napkin and stood, "I'm ready now .."
"Are you sure?" Mary asked.
Krysa looked back at her tray and nodded, "Yep, I'm sure now." She chuckled and led the girls out into the hall and toward the turbolift.
Flint was waiting for them in the lobby with the older version of Jeanine Garret. Krysa made note of the fact that the woman had aged well. She was still very attractive. Her hair was cut a bit longer, and softer, a more mature cut then the short, severe style Kyrsa was used to.
"Good morning," Krysa smiled.
"What took so long?" Flint asked a bit irritably.
"Let me guess," Jeanine said with a smile, "Breakfast."
Mary couldn't stop the chuckle that ran through her, but Krysa just nodded. "Yes, I was finishing breakfast."
Jeanine turned to Flint, "Krysa's appetite is legendary."
Flint looked at the Ops officer, who certainly didn't look as though she had a legendary appetite, "Well, we should have gotten started half an hour ago .."
"No, don't worry," The FEYNMAN's future CO said with a smile. "Nothing happens until later today."
Krysa watched as the woman smiled. Zane's words ran through her .. 'if she even smiles the wrong way' .. The thing was, she wasn't. So far everything seemed to be perfect.
Flint didn't seem to like her flippant attitude, "In any case we still need to keep on the ball. *Anything* could happen*."
Garret looked haughtily at him and nodded, "I know what happens .."
"Anything can happen because we are here and you are here." Flint told her. "If you bothered to bring a temporal scientist with you, you'd know that."
"Where is your companion?" Krysa asked.
"I told him to stay in his room. No sense in causing anymore missteps then necessary."
Krysa nodded, "I appreciate your caution, but being that we don't know for sure that you are who you say you are, I'd rather he was somewhere where we could see him."
"You know who I am Krysa." Jeanine said turning to her. We worked together for a long time. It was even you who encouraged me to think about command.. which I did. You know I left the FEYNMAN shortly after this mission you're on. I was lucky enough to be chosen as Zane's replacement when he was kiled.." She paused as she watched Krysa's eyes widen, "Oh god .. I'm sorry." The woman looked down, "I know you were close."
"Are, Jeanine. He's not dead." Krysa said tightly.
"This is exactly why a temporal scientist is necessary. That sort of slip should never happen." Flint said huffily.
Garret frowned, "I .. I'm sorry, I goofed. But Krysa you have to know I am who I say I am," she insisted. "You can have Mac scan me .. if she hasn't already .. I am Jeanine Garret. What I say really has happened .. This is important to our future."
Krysa looked at Mary, who nodded. She'd been carefully scanning the woman since they'd joined them in the lobby, and one thing was certain the woman was human. She didn't have a record of the aOPS DNA to compare .. this was the best she could do. "Well," she said finally, "If she's not, Lt. Garret, she's an awfully close match in body type, blood type and appearance."
"Appearances can be changed," Krysa said, now more then ever determined to prove this wasn't Jeanine and that she was lying .. about everything.
Garret sighed, "Well, I guess you'll just have to trust me."
"So it was just my words of wisdom that made you change your mind and leave the FEYNMAN," Krysa asked.
Jeanine looked obviously uncomfortable, and Krysa could feel the tension suddenly develope in the woman, "Well, not exactly." She looked around at the others, "I .. I was seeing someone and he disappeared. I didn't want to stay .. there were to many memories."
"When did he disappear?" Krysa asked, pushing the woman's discomfort.
"Does it matter," Jeanine bit back, "It has nothing to do with anything .."
- She's lying,* Krysa thought. That was obvious. It was the first definite
untruth the woman had told. There were other things which irked at Krysa's senses.. but this screamed of falsehood. "All right, we're not going to get anywhere all sitting her getting upset. Why don't you call your friend down and we'll discuss our options."
Jeanine looked relieved and nodded as she headed off.
Krysa sat back mulling over everything she'd said. So far everything indicated that this was indeed Jeanine Garret. But she didn't want to believe it.
"Krysa?" Mary called her name, bringing her back from her thoughts, "What do you think?"
Krysa chewed on her bottom lip, "I don't know." She shrugged, "At least some of what she says rings true .. Jeanine did tell me that she didn't take a promotion to Ops on another ship because of a relationship she was in .. But I hate to think .." She stopped and looked at Flint, "What if it is true?"
"Well, just the fact that she's told you this changes things. Nothing in time is a given, which is why there are temporal scientists like myself. We try and keep things as constant as possible."
Krysa frowned, "Constant from who's standpoint?"
He shrugged, "There has to be a starting point."
***
Scene: Upstairs in the lodge
Jeanine Garret hit the chime on the door, "It's Jeanine .." she said.
The door slid open and the man looked out at her, "What's going on? You're supposed to be with the infidels."
"They want you to join us."
"What if one of them recognizes me .. especially Jerran."
"I haven't seen him at all. He's apparently not with Krysa's group."
"I risked my neck getting off the FEYNMAN to get here .."
A pained look crossed Jeanine's face, "I'd rather not talk about that. I was so hurt. You didn't even say goodbye."
"You wouldn't have understood then. But now you do .. don't you?"
She looked up at him, "I do .."
He wrapped his arms around her, and smiled cruely into her hair, "Did you tell them?"
Jeanine nodded, "Krysa was obviously shaken."
"Will it keep her distracted?"
Jeanine shrugged, "For a while, I think."
"Let's hope it's long enough ..
Regards,
Lt.Commander Krysa Jenn
***
NRPG: Well, I got on a roll :) Here's my thoughts on this. That this is indeed our Garret from the future. Her lover is the one who stole the shuttle (obviously one of Jerran's department - I didn't name him so he coudl be anyone) Jerran would recognize him.. don't know if anyone else would. Anyway in case it's not clear (probably isn't:) he left her without any word, then probably contacted her later, after she left the FEYNMAN and then used her to get to this point. How much of what she says is true?? I don't know. Maybe it's all fabricated, and she's been trained to lie pretty effectively ...
The question remains, what does she want to distract us from?? :)
Kristen
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.^. Kristen Gant
.-----' `-----. (AKA: Lt. Cmdr. Krysa Jenn, OPS/2O, USS FEYNMAN
| [##' `##] | Cmdr. Y'lonna Dyvian, XO, USS VICTORY
`---' __ `---' Capt. Gabriel Faison, XO, TF ZINDERNUEF
| .-' `. | Dr. Janna Swansen, CMO, USS PHOENIX
|' `| Lt. Faith Donaven, Inst., Camp Venture
Cdor. Ainese Kev, COMPA
Lt.(j.g.) Roana Shan, on temporary assignment
TF Zindernuef, Counseling Office)
http://homepage.interaccess.com/~sgant/Kris/kris.htm
USS FEYNMAN: A Walk in the Snow
by Andrew Catterick 10-22-1997
SD: 01022.1100
MD: 10.1145
Scene: Outside the Resort
Team Zane
Zane and Allard walked quietly through the snow following their patrol route as resort security. The only sound was the crunch of the snow as their boots broke new ground. In the distance a father and son skied along one of the many cross-country trails that winded around the area. It was a beautiful winter day. Zane, however, did not notice the beauty he was instead milling over the conversation he had had with Garret earlier. His instincts told him she was lying but he still wasn’t sure. What if what she told him was the truth? If she was from the future it meant that the mission to save Nicholas was successful to some extent but not enough for them to return. If that was the case what should they do? Did he have a right to change Captain Garrett’s timeline?
If Zane and the others returned, and Garret was clear that they did not, then she would never become Captain of the FEYNMAN and how many other threads would not begin? How did her timeline weigh against his own. The mission objective was clear, save Nicholas. It would appear that that much had been accomplished. Perhaps Zane and the others had been successful in saving Nicholas but had had to sacrifice themselves to do so. If that was the way it would play out then so be it. But now that he had received this warning however nebulous it may be he was certain he would do anything in his power to act against it to save his crew, his own timeline. But would Garret not do the same? He had just decided to invalidate a timeline to save his own and he was certain that Garrett, if she indeed was who she said she was, would do the same. So now even as ally she was enemy but how could he fault her for it and how could he act against her?
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Timmy Robinson fell into the snow. Exhausted, he watched the back of his father begin to slide away. "Dad!"
The elder Robinson quickly came to a halt and swiveled his head. "C’mon let’s go. We’re going to be late for lunch."
"I don’t care. I’m tired."
Fred Robinson sighed loudly as he moved his skis from the trail grooves and went back to retrieve his son. This was the second time in the last hour Timmy had complained of being tired. "If we don’t get to lunch in time there’ll be no time for tobogganing or skating." He only got his son for one weekend a month and he was determined he would squeeze every last moment out of it. They’d already cross-country skied for two hours, swam in the resort’s indoor pool and last night they had enjoyed the Midnight Torch Ski. But there was still lots to do and he was determined not to let Timmy miss any of it.
"I don’t care." Timmy began to whine. "I don’t want to go skating."
Thirty feet above them hidden in the thick branches of a full coniferous tree a lone figure held his breath and watched. He held two small throwing daggers in his hand. If either looked up they would receive a knife in the throat. He did not enjoy killing and bore no malice towards father and son but he was on a holy mission and nothing would stand in his way. His eyes flickered briefly to the window of the evil one. In a few minutes the filth would return to his room for his midday meal and when he did he would receive a bullet in his brain. The assassin’s other hand gripped the rifle tightly and he smiled as he watched the two fingers below slowly move away. Soon the evil one would die and he would be the hero.
He had grown tired of the waiting, of all the talking and persuasion. It was for those who were weak. The evil one must die and it did not matter how it happened. He would be the one to do it.
As he watched through his view finder the door opened and Nicholas walked in. As usual he was not alone but it would not matter his guards would be unable to save him. Seconds later lunch arrived and the evil one took his seat, his back to the window. The assassin raised his rifle….
<<<NRPG>>>
Exploring a few Garret questions
I really hope someone happens to be around to save Nicholas…;)
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: Spying
by Kevin Thigpen 10-22-1997
Stardate: 91023.0943
Scene: Small secluded cabin
MD:10.0850
Loren rubbed his hands together again. Despite the fresh powder on the ground and the flakes already starting to fall again, Loren had managed to stay close to his quarry.
Keeping a respectable distance behind the two Fajurians posing as Star Fleet officers, Loren followed the duo to yet another remote lodge situated in the white covered mountains about a mile from the edge of the resort campus.
A single, snow covered log cabin protruded from the snow and surrounding forest. Coming to a stop, next to a wooded pine tree, Loren quickly snapped off his skis and huddled down into the fresh powder to better hide from the two Fajurians heading into the small cabin.
Staring intently at the cabin and surrounding area to make sure that no one would see him if he moved closer, Loren experienced the familiar feelings of a third presence in the cabin. Unlike the Fajurians, whom Loren could not sense, this third presence was strong and malevolent.
The counselor turned spy, crouched as quietly as possible under the lip of one of the windows ajar, lining the rear of the cabin. Brushing a loose strand of hair from his eyes, he closed his eyes and listened to the voices, the one in his mind and those spoken aloud.
"Your revenge is unimportant to us. Only retribution for the One is what we seek, and for that we have one amongst the crew of the FEYNMAN themselves," came voice one.
Voice two, much rougher and obviously mechanically synthesized began. "Without my help, you wouldn't even be here. Our knowledge gained you the upper hand in the attack on Zinderneuf. We are the ones who knew about the power output of that HOJI ship. We also agreed."
"The agreement still stands. We are here to stop the accursed one. Finishing that, you may have the FEYNMAN and her crew. Now to the plan at hand."
Loren couldn't sense the two Fajurians that he knew were in the cabin, but the other being he could feel familiar emanations. They seemed so remarkably familiar...and then finally he remembered.
The Xanthandi supply base during the mission in the coalsack! The voice, although slightly different, was his...the station's master. Loren would never forget that voice, when he threatened J.C.'s life, when he vowed to destroy Jerran, J.C., and him after stealing a Miranda class cruiser from right under his nose.
Loren was sure he expired during the battle in which his ship was destroyed by the combined forces of Jerran's HARBINGER and the FEYNMAN, but Loren's senses didn't lie. This was the same mind, the same sickening evil persona, but ten-fold greater with heaps of vengeance added.
Returning his attentions to the conversation, Loren listened some more.
"Here and here is where we will enact the parts of the plan. Understood? Once we've confirmed the accursed one is dead, you may begin your assault on the FEYNMAN and her crew," stated voice one.
"Good, I'll begin with the senior officers here in this time period. After my men have severed their heads from their bodies, I will enjoy displaying their little Star Fleet badges around my neck," spoke the mechanical voice.
"Only after the accursed one is confirmed dead."
Loren had heard enough. Slinking back to where he had stashed his skis he quickly strapped them on and headed back to the resort to report to either Zane, or Maril.
Respectfully submitted,
Kevin Thigpen
Lt(jg) Loren Landers
USS FEYNMAN CNS
[NRPG: Just ressurecting some old villians. The old Xanthandi station master just came to mind, and I figured he and J.C. could share some old times. Of course, this is just another player in the game to raise the stakes a little.]
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"Nature uses only the longest threads to weave her patterns, so each small
piece of her fabric reveals the organization of the entire tapestry."
---Richard Feynman
Is there evil in the universe?
---Anonymous
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USS FEYNMAN: Kidnapping
by Kevin Thigpen 10-22-1997
Stardate: 91022.2313
Scene: Resort Main Lounge
MD: 10.1135
Following his quick skiing back to the resort campus, Loren reported all he had heard to Captain Zane. Unfortunately, no one was sure when or how the next attempt on Nicholas's life would be staged, so taking action was completely out of the question, at least for now.
Loren strolled into the main lounge of the resort and sat sullenly into a chair. Never did he permit himself to become discouraged, but things didn't look good at all. Telepathic sensing of the Fajurians was impossible, and their disguises were good enough to avoid physical detection.
"Peach tea, please," stated Loren to the waiter that walked up to attend to him. "Warm," the undercover counselor added.
Letting go of a deep sigh, Loren patiently waited for his order, just as out of the corner of his eye he spotted Nicholas stroll in from a door near the far wall. His usual bodyguards surrounded him, and the bear of a man looked no worse for wear.
Inside, Loren wanted to scream to the man to take cover and hide. Anyone in the room could easily be the Fajurian assassin. Not to mention, that Xanthandi involvement in the whole plot was implicated. It all made him very uncomfortable, watching Nicholas walk the length of the room, heading for the lift and his personal suite. He quickly noted Krysa and her entourage occupying a remote corner of the room. For a few seconds, Loren could sense a great deal of confusion rising up from Krysa. The emotions were highly unusual for Krysa given the situation they faced.
Getting up from his seat just as a confused waiter laid the tea on it, Loren moved over to where Krysa and her team sat.
"Evening ladies and gentleman," began Loren as cordially and loudly as possible. "I trust you're enjoying your stay here."
Krysa looked a bit confused at Loren statements and was just about to open her mouth, when Loren sat stock still intently staring at the group. Finally, she said, "Fine thank you," not knowing what else to say in the slightly crowded room.
"Good," and Loren walked away towards where Nicholas and his group were heading.
Krysa turned to the others with a stumped look on her face. "Any idea what that was abo..."
"He thinks we should kidnap Nicholas," stated Mary. Krysa hadn't noticed it, but Mary had been sitting with her eyes closed intently concentrating on Loren's thoughts instead of his brief words. "Loren feels that something could happen at any time to Nicholas and that given the people most dangerous right now are probably those in Starfleet excepting us, we should place Nicholas under our 'protective custody'.
"Kidnapping Nicholas could have serious repercussions on the timeline..." began Flint with a disgusted look on his face.
"So would a dead Admiral Nicholas," interrupted Meleah in a hushed voice.
Krysa was a bit surprised at Meleah's quick retort, but then realized it as what it was, an extension of her logical mind.
"Whatever the case," continued Mary. "We need to decide quickly. Loren has a plan to distract the guards, while the rest of us render Nicholas unconscious for a few hours. One of us can then search his room while the others seek out the other Fajurians and their accomplices and keep Nicholas under wraps for the time being."
Krysa thought for a bit.
"Krysa," interrupted Meleah this time. "Nicholas and his group are leaving."
Respectfully submitted,
Kevin Thigpen
Lt(jg) Loren Landers
USS FEYNMAN CNS
[NRPG: Loved your last post Kristen. The depth of it was great! Provided Krysa decides to go through with the plan (no time to talk to Zane and get permission probably), I planned for Team Jenn plus Loren to kidnap the ole man (Nicholas) and put him somewhere safe (unconscious of course and guarded) while we seek and destroy the Fajurians and friends. Now, after kidnapping Nick, Flint goes to search his room. This ties into Andy's post with the Fajurian sniper. He mistakes Flint for Nicholas and who knows what happens next?]
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"Nature uses only the longest threads to weave her patterns, so each small
piece of her fabric reveals the organization of the entire tapestry."
---Richard Feynman
Is there evil in the universe?
---Anonymous
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USS FEYNMAN: Don't Forget To Duuuu-ck....!!!
by Melanie Pocknall 10-22-1997
SD: 91023.0547
Scene: Resort Main Lounge
MD: 10.1135
>Getting up from his seat just as a confused waiter laid the tea on it,
>Loren moved over to where Krysa and her team sat.
>
>"Evening ladies and gentleman," began Loren as cordially and loudly as
>possible. "I trust you're enjoying your stay here."
>
>Krysa looked a bit confused at Loren statements and was just about to open
>her mouth, when Loren sat stock still intently staring at the group.
>Finally, she said, "Fine thank you," not knowing what else to say in the
>slightly crowded room.
>
>"Good," and Loren walked away towards where Nicholas and his group were heading.
>
>Krysa turned to the others with a stumped look on her face. "Any idea
>what that was abo..."
>
>"He thinks we should kidnap Nicholas," stated Mary. Krysa hadn't noticed
>it, but Mary had been sitting with her eyes closed intently concentrating
>on Loren's thoughts instead of his brief words. "Loren feels that
>something could happen at any time to Nicholas and that given the people
>most dangerous right now are probably those in Star Fleet excepting us, we
>should place Nicholas under our 'protective custody'.
>
>"Kidnapping Nicholas could have serious repercussions on the timeline..."
>began Flint with a disgusted look on his face.
>
>"So would a dead Admiral Nicholas," interrupted Meleah in a hushed voice,
thinking of all the alternative futures the course of action may lead to.
>Krysa was a bit surprised at Meleah's quick retort, but then realized it
>as what it was, an extension of her logical mind.
>
>"Whatever the case," continued Mary. "We need to decide quickly. Loren
>has a plan to distract the guards, while the rest of us render Nicholas
>unconscious for a few hours. One of us can then search his room while the
>others seek out the other Fajurians and their accomplices and keep
>Nicholas under wraps for the time being."
>
>Krysa thought for a bit.
>
>"Krysa," interrupted Meleah this time. "Nicholas and his group are leaving."
Krysa made up her mind quickly. "Let's do it. Mary, tell Loren to distract the guards."
Mary nodded, and went over to Loren, using ski lessons as a cover while she filled him in. The others surreptitiously followed the party out of the lodge, trying to keep behind them at a suitable distance so they didn't look suspicious.
Just then, Loren came rushing out of the lodge, going straight to the group. None of the Feynman group could hear what he was saying, but he was making quite a few grand gestures, and judging by the looks on the guards faces, they were quite concerned. Loren then started to move away from the group, and all but one of the bodyguards moved with him. One remained to look after Nicholas.
"Now what do we do?" Mary asked when she saw the last bodyguard wasn't going to budge from his assigned post.
Again, Krysa had to think quickly. "We have a snow fight."
Meleah raised one eyebrow. Her logic circuits couldn't work out why they would do such a thing at a time like this. "Krysa, I do not believe that we should be..."
"Trust me," Krysa said, cutting Meleah off. "Just be ready to grab Nicholas." She quickly gathered up a handful of snow and threw it at Flint who was standing opposite her. Within seconds, Mary had gotten the idea, and started making a snowball herself. Between the two of them, with Flint's disapproving looks counting him out of the fight, they gradually moved towards where Nicholas stood.
A snowball in the face caught Meleah by surprise. She saw Krysa's evil grin, and decided to retaliate - gently, of course. Gathering up some snow, she molded and took aim. She threw it harder than she wanted to, and it went whizzing towards Krysa. However, Krysa knew it was coming and ducked in time.
The bodyguard wasn't so lucky.
He copped the snowball right in the side of the head, and since the snow was quite compact and travelling at a high speed, it hit with quite an impact. The bodyguard slumped over in the snow, conscious but very dizzy. Krysa and Mary went running over to him, as did Nicholas.
"He'll be alright," Mary pronounced after a subtle check. "He should have a lie down though."
Meleah, now seeing what Krysa had planned, moved into the tree area and skirted around until she was behind Nicholas. Seeing that no-one else was around, she moved quietly up behind him and waited until Mary had moved away with the body guard before stepping up behind Nicholas and administering the Vulcan nerve pinch. He slumped to the ground.
"Good work," Krysa said. "Let's get him somewhere safe."
Several minutes later, comfortably seated in a dark cellar, Flint left to search Nicholas' room, while Meleah and Krysa stayed with the unconscious Admiral, all of which were very conscious of the fact that they could be altering the timeline dramatically.
------- NRPG:
Okay, we've got Nicholas safe and sound (for the moment <G>).
Sincerely yours,
Lt Meleah
Chief Science Officer, RDMMS
USS FEYNMAN, Silver Fleet
Melanie
USS FEYNMAN: Ultimate Betrayal
by Joseph Baker 10-23-1997
SD: 91023.1443
MD: 10.1300
LT Jerran looked at the chronograph on his wrist for about the fifth time in the past half hour. Always aware of the time, Maj Stone had no need to look, but was just as concerned as the FEYNMAN's FCO as to how long it was taking to root out the rest of then LTJG Nicholas's would be assassins. Jerran was about to take a walk over to the cellar where they had been keeping Nicholas while they searched for the Fajurians when a familiar face walking into the lodge, along with the person claiming to be "Capt" Garret caught his eye.
"By the Prophets," Jerran said, eliciting a look from Maj Stone, as most Vulcans weren't prone to invoking the name of the Prophets. "How did he get here?"
"Hmm?" Stone said, raising an eyebrow and trying to figure out where the pilot was looking.
Jerran started walking toward the pair before the temporal agent could ask what he saw. Stone followed Jerran and grabbed him by the arm to stop him.
"Where are you going?"
Jerran pointed over to Garret and the man and said, "That man over there with our supposed Captain Garret is one of the crewmen on the current USS FEYNMAN, not a futuristic one, unless he hasn't aged in 20 years."
"What?! Are you sure?" Stone said, looking over to see if he could recognize the man himself, but not having been on the FEYNMAN very long, he was not able to figure out who he was.
"Yes, I'm sure," Jerran said, pulling away from Stone as he started walking towards the two again. "I know this person rather well."
Garret looked around and just happened to see the Vulcan pilot walking towards them. "Look," she said to her companion.
"No!" he said. "It's Jerran, and it looks like he's recognized me." The man started pushing his way through the people, away from Garret as she shouted after him.
She looked and saw that Jerran and Stone had quickened their pace, so she decided it was best to follow her companion's lead and get away as fast as possible in another direction.
Jerran saw the two bolt and said, "You go after Garret. I'll take care of him." He was off and running at a fast Vulcan pace before Stone had a chance to protest. Therefor, the temporal agent had little choice but to chase after Garret's doppelganger.
Jerran's pursuit lead him out of the lodge and towards one of the ski slopes, where a group of tourists were learning how to use hover sleds designed for use on snowy tundra. The man pushed one of the tourists off of the first sled he came to and shot off like a rocket, setting the small maneuvering thrusters on the sled at full power.
Jerran ran up and carefully displaced another tourist off of a sled and flew off after the other.
The chase took the two into the woods where Jerran was pretty much at home with all the weaving and dodging he had to do in order to avoid a catastrophic collision with a pine tree. His pursuit wasn't having as much luck as he struck a few branches every once in a while. When they were in a clearer stretch of woods with fewer trees, the man pulled out a phaser and started shooting back towards Jerran.
The pilot ducked as a pair of phaser bolts came close to hitting him. He pulled out his own phaser and started firing back. One of his shots hit the mark as it struck the rear of the man's hover sled, causing it to veer out of control. The man jumped off, sliding along the soft snow, as the sled kept going and slammed into a tree. The man got up and ran off into a denser area of woods as Jerran stopped his sled and jumped off in pursuit.
The man ran as fast as he could, firing back at Jerran occasionally as he darted in between the trees in order to avoid the pilot's shots. The chase came to an abrupt stop as the man came to a ledge and almost fell off had he not stopped in time. He turned to see Jerran rounding the bend and coming to a stop, his phaser pointed straight at him.
"Why are you doing this, Dav?" Jerran said to the young Bajoran science officer as he moved closer.
"To bring order to the universe," he said as he looked precariously over the ledge. "As a Vulcan, I would think you of all people should appreciate that."
"By killing some innocent young officer?" Jerran said.
ENS Jevadi Davon laughed and said, "Hardly innocent, Terri. To the Fajurians, he is known as the Evil One. That innocent young officer destroyed their Holy One, sending them into a time of darkness and civil war unprecedented even by the Human's or Klingon's own civil wars."
"So you aren't Fajurian," Jerran said as he stopped about ten feet from the science officer.
"No, Terri. But I'm still not completely what I appear to be. I'm half Bajoran and half Betazoid. That other half was what allowed me to probe your mind and get the necessary codes that allowed me to get off the FEYNMAN. I must say that you put up a tough fight with your mind blocking techniques, more so than most Vulcans I've met. But, unlike those Vulcans, your shields easily collapsed when I found out how to push your emotional buttons. The thing was, though, that I was actually starting to like you, maybe even to love you. Had things been different.... well, I'm sure you know the rest of that line."
His poker face intact, Jerran said, "How did you get involved with these people?"
Dav smiled and said, "I guess I can tell you, seeing as though you're all going to die soon anyway. It's the least I can do considering what we almost had together.
"The woman you think is Captain Garret is actually a Fajurian. I met her a few years ago, and we fell in love instantly. She told me of her cause, and so I decided to join up. What that man in whom you and your like hold such high regard for did to the Fajurians is unforgivable and in the same vein as some of history's worst criminals. Hitler, Khan, Kodos, they all pale in comparison to your revered Admiral Azariah Nicholas."
"You betrayed me. Worse, you betrayed that uniform you used to wear."
Davon laughed and said, "I haven't begun to betray you yet, Terri."
It only took a split second for the small hand phaser to slip from the science officer's sleeve to his waiting hand, and another split second for him to raise and fire it. Jerran's Vulcan reflexes were faster, though, and allowed him to jump aside before the phaser beam slammed into the ground, vaporizing the snow and some of the dirt underneath. In the same motion he instinctively brought up his own phaser and got a shot off before he hit the ground.
The shot slammed into the chest of the surprised science officer, who fell backwards from the impact. Jerran's phaser was only set to level 1, but that was enough to send Jevadi Davon tumbling backwards, off the side of the cliff.
Stunned, Jerran got up and ran to the ledge, but was too late to even see the science officer hit the ground far below.
<Stone to Jerran> came a voice over Jerran's subcutaneous receiver. <I've got our Garret wannabe, as the colloquial 20th century term goes. A thorough scan by Dr. Mac showed her to be Fajurian. She's secure with the rest of our growing collection of prisoners. How are you doing with the other culprit?>
"Situation under control," Jerran said emotionlessly as he walked away from the ledge and towards the waiting hover sled. "Jerran out."
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Poor Jerran looses yet another opportunity at love. They either die or get promoted off the ship. Go figure.
So, what could Garret and Jevadi have been doing before Jerran and Stone caught them, and what did Jevadi mean when he said they were all going to die anyway? Tune in next time to find out. Same Bat-time, same Bat-channel!
************************************************************************ * 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: Talking To Yourself
by Mike Dawe 10-30-1997
SD: 91030
He dropped the last load of tourists off at the top of the hill and lifted for a wide swing out and back to the base. He had agreed to this assignment knowing damn well that Azariah did not ski. It wasn't Azariah that he wanted to see. Bringing the floater down into the 'yard' he saw the one whom he had been waiting for. "I never could resist visiting the flight deck."
Cardiff (the younger) ran a hand across the cowling of a cold flyer and closed his eyes. he could almost taste the wind flying past his face, feel the controls jolt gently beneath his fingers. He was drawn back from his reverie by a voice from behind that said. "Want to take her for a spin?"
He turned and saw an elderly pilot watching him, leaning against another flyer. "I'd love to but I'm not sure . . ."
"Come on. I have the clearance and the trial doesn't start for another hour and a half.
The youths eyes narrowed and he stood in a casual horse stance, twisting one foot to check for purchase. "What do _you_ know about the trial?"
The older gent pushed off from the lifter and also glided into a defensive posture. "Not all your friends wear uniforms. Not all those in uniforms are your friends."
"I asked for an answer, not a fortune cookie." The younger Cardiff slowly advanced on the pilot.
"Take what you can get, fly when you can." The shrug was almost nonexistent and did nothing to lessen the defensive posture. "You shouldn't make this mistake, boy. You're out of your league."
That did it. The elder had forgotten how much he had hated being called 'boy'. The attack was well executed and right on target . . . except the target moved. As though he had been informed in advance of the maneuver the old man slid to the right and pushed the attack through, causing the younger to collide with the side of a flyer.
Stars flickered but he gamely turned and launched an immediate follow-up. He had to regain the momentum. One lucky shot wouldn't end this fight . . . the world spun for a moment before he landed looking up at the sky. He rolled to his feet. Okay, two lucky shots. But now he was right there, up close, no more fancy throws.
The punches came in combos, working high and low. None of them connected. Blocked, deflected, pure misses. It was like shadow boxing. The shadow knew exactly what was coming. "It's not too late to take me up on the flight offer."
Damn it. The old geezer wasn't even winded. The connections to the blocks indicated he was mainly bone and sinew under the resorts uniform. And he had yet to make any offensive move. James stepped back and lowered his guard slightly. No attack. He stepped out of range and brushed the snow from the back of his neck. "How the hell did you do that?"
"A lot of experience." The old man sighed. "A lot." He opened up the door to the flyer and climbed in to the co-pilot seat. "Coming?"
James hesitantly climbed in and went through the routine safety checks. The old man waited patiently, which was unusual. Most times James was teased for his overcaution. The flyer lifted and moved out over the snow fields to the north. To get back a bit James tried to give his passenger a bit of a scare. He swooped low enough to touch the runners on the snow and skimmed along at 140 km/hr.
The old man laughed and asked for control. After getting some air under the runners the control switched and the old man goosed the engines and took it into a large glacial crevasse. Daggers of ice shot by as they wove through the twisting passage before shooting out the far end. Again they shot up into the air and the controls were exchanged. They swapped off a few more times, each turnover increased the youngers respect for the older. No fear, solid controls and a delicate touch that almost seemed to respond to turbulence before it happened.
They finally took the flyer up to 3000 m and swung into a holding pattern over the resort. "You wanted to talk?" James asked, getting right to the point.
"In a way. I just wanted to remind you off three things. One, the most important part of your life is what we have been doing . . . flying. You're a natural, you have the gift. Never give it up nor let them take it from you."
This hit home considering James had been thinking about resigning from the fleet regardless of the outcome of the trial. But the old man was right, up here everything was so much sharper, he was alive. "Good advice so far . . . "
"The second is harder. Do what you have to do, say what you have to say, but be willing to live with the consequences. No regrets, no matter how things turn out. It's the only way you be able to get through the trial and the aftermath."
"What _do you_ know about the trial?"
"Too much, but I'm not a risk to you or security. Now the last thing and then we better get you back." He passed across a small palm sized ovoid. Upon the top was a single slide and button combo familiar to anyone who had taken basic Star Fleet weapons training. "It's shielded against sensor sweeps, a basic scan won't pick it up and I don't think that they will pat you down this afternoon."
James hefted the weapon and looked across at the other pilot. "You want me to take a weapon to the trial? Why? Who am I supposed to shoot?"
"I'm not telling you to do anything, I am not assigning any targets. But it should be obvious to you that there is a lot more going on here than a simple trial. Carry the weapon or don't, your choice. But like I said, be willing to live with that choice." He started final approach to the yard again. "We probably won't see each other again . . . " He stopped and smiled. "At least, not for a very long time."
They were silent the rest of the way down and the younger pilot left to dress for the proceedings. But when he left he took the weapon with him. The older pilot watched him turn the corner and then spoke, seemingly to the empty yard. "Satisfied?"
Stone stepped out from behind another flyer and nodded shortly. "It ends soon, we needed an ace in the hole inside the trial."
"But your precious continuity . . . what of that?"
Stone winced. "Temporal mechanics is about on par with voodoo, as far as accuracy of findings and research goes. We try for the best balance but in a situation like this we do also hedge our bets. The best thing we have going for our side is what the aliens have done already."
"Come again?"
"They targeted Nicholas in the time stream in hopes of making the changes easier. That means that everyone else will be more resistant to changes."
"So by making things easier for themselves they gave us a bit of a safety net? Why didn't you make this clearer at the briefings?"
"If the whole team thought they had such a safety they might be even more 'imaginative' in their approach to the problems at hand. While you were up there a group of them decided to kidnap the Admiral to keep him from being a target, my partner has been grazed by a near miss, and we found that one of his guards was on the other side."
"One of Azariahs guards? Damn. If they got one in you know how easy they could have gotten more?"
Stone nodded. "I do. And there is not a damn things we can do about it. _That_ is why we handed you a shielded phaser."
Cardiff rubbed his eyes. "Well now that that is done and it's almost showtime what do we do now?"
"I would suggest you keep your hands where we can see them." The cold voice left little doubt that there would be dire consequences if they didn't.
<<<nrpg>>> hey, even I get to do the occasional cliffhanger.
mike--->forgot about me, didn't you?
USS FEYNMAN: Over Hills & Thru Woods
by Jason Bostjancic 10-31-1997
SD: 91031
MD: 10.1214
Scene: Woods
Branches from pine-like trees reached out, trying to grab at the two Feynman officers as they pursued the gunman deeper into the woods. J.C. and Tarrant kept up an even pace despite the powder of snow that had fallen the night before.
"He's bleeding" managed J.C. between breaths.
A trickle of blood could be occasionally seen about the path their prey had taken.
"I noticed" replied Tarrant, just barely ducking to avoid a large branch.
As the two closed in on the man, indicating inevitable capture, he suddenly darted sideways behind a tree.
J.C. and Tarrant immediately took up defensive positions of their own. Instinctively, they began advancing using military techniques, mindful that the target still had the rifle. Tarrant was surprised just how in sync they were. When they'd just about reached the hiding point another rifle shot ripped through the air, only it didn't come from behind the tree.
A searing pain jolted through Tarrant's arm. He spun / fell, managing to catch a glimpse of the gunman as he headed off back the direction they had come. The engineer looked over to his arm, it was but a glancing shot, but deep enough that he felt the throbbing associated with a bad wound.
Allard was there in a moment, "How bad?"
Tarrant ripped the bottom section of his sleeve off and proceeded to wrap his wound. The pain triggered within him a anger. "How the hell did he get behind us?!"
The reason hit J.C. immediately, "Timesteps. The Fajurans mastered jumping with small timesteps."
A Klingon rage erupted within Tarrant, but not because of being injured in battle by such a cowardly tactic, "A Gadget! He beat me with a tech gadget I could have made during my LUNCH BREAK!? ARRGGHHHH!"
Allard doubted that the engineer could have actually backed that claim, but he wasn't about to contradict him. It was apparent that the man who spent his spare time dreaming up and making gadgets and upgrades wasn't going to take being fooled by something similar.
Tarrant rebounded back up, "Lets get him."
Before Allard could even develop a protest, his companion had resumed the pursuit at full speed.
As he ran through the snow, hurling himself forward, Tarrant allowed his footsteps to keep pace with the throbbing pain that continued throughout his arm - it was like a drum, forcing him to keep in time to a cadence only he could hear.
It didn't take long to catch up to the gunman, who's own pace had slowed proportional to the amount of blood he himself was loosing. Desperate, he threw the now empty weapon back towards his pursuers. It missed.
Tarrant leaped into the air, catching the Fajuran in a body tackle that sent both tumbling into the snow. The later began laughing hysterically.
J.C. positioned himself between the two, phaser aimed carefully, "What is so funny?"
"I succeeded, it matters not what you do to me now, the evil one is dead!"
A communiqué beep from J.C.'s watch indicated an incoming request from Zane. In order to keep a careful aim on their prisoner however, Tarrant used his own device to contact him. "This is Koreth sir. I'm here with Allard."
[Status]
"We have him."
[Good, tell Allard that Nicholas is.. safe, try to find out what their planning and find a safe place for your new friend.]
A horrified look overcame the Fajuran at the news of his failure. He looked at them blankly, trying to disertain whether it was a trick. Then the smile again returned, and a strange look of serenity, "I give my life."
Realizing what was about to happen, Allard rushed foreword. It was, however, too late. The Fajuran bit down hard on something within his mouth, and a green foam appeared about his lips. The poison acted fast, something synthetic thought Allard as the life faded from the Fajuran's eyes.
Slowly, J.C. tapped his watch, "Captain, the prisoner just committed suicide."
A long pause on the other end was slowly followed by new orders,
[Do what you must, but don't leave a trace of what occurred. Return to the lodge ASAP.]
J.C. and Tarrant replied in unison, "Aye sir."
Tarrant moved to the body and began searching for anything that might indicate what was planned, but as usual they left no indication.
However, he managed to remove the timejump device the Fajuran wore about his forearm. The most notable feature beyond the series of buttons were two needlelike protrusions that extended deep into the wearer's arm. A further testimonial to the absolute and fanatical nature of the Fajurans they were dealing with.
Allard used his standard First Aid kit (provided as he was a security officer of the lodge) on Tarrant's wound while the engineer attempted to ascertain just how the device worked. Then, the Feynman's security officer said a few words before vaporizing the body. It was a gruesome task, but one that had to be performed...
.......
MD: 10.1315
Scene: Cellar
> "Keep conversation to a minimum. Allard and I will be close by with the
> other lodge securiy." Zane turned to Krysa, "Commander, I need the rest of
> your team to stay with our prisoners and keep things together on this end.
> I'll have Commander Maril's team move closer to the trial area, in case we
> need them."
Tarrant was about to protest, he wanted to be one to go with Nicholas, but the soreness in his arm kept him from being 100%. It was this sensibility that kept him silent.
The trip back to the lodge was tedious, and silent. When they returned and learned that Nicholas was 'kidnapped', Tarrant could only blink. He could only hope that the timeline wasn't as sensitive as their temporal companions had led them to believe.
In the corner of the cellar a bound and gagged 'Capt Garrret' remained
utterly quiet, helped greatly by the sedative Dr. Mac had provided.
Tarrant had planned on using his Tricorder trick to 'fear' her into
telling them their plans, but the repair work he had performed nights
before would not allow another frequency burst.
> Meleah and Loren changed into replicated MP uniforms and Mac prepared a
> dose of stimulant to wake Nicholas up once they were settled into the snow
> sled that would take them to the trial.
MD: 10.1345
Tarrant and Maril were about half a kilometer out from the trial location, a two story building about 2 kilometers away from the actual lodge used as a media, spectator, and competition center for downhill tournaments. It was built to provide a location to allow full vision up the prime part of the mountain. There was, obviously, no tournament this day.
Because it was near the prime part of the mountain, it wasn't uncommon to find skiers enjoying themselves about the area - which was the premise Koreth and Maril had decided to use. Tarrant was slowly getting used to the grav'board he'd chosen, and looked completely in place weaving shakily about learning the board, while not actually going anywhere.
"The snow sled should be approaching soon." announced Maril.
Tarrant nodded and 'fell' on his rear. Reaching into his pack he again called upon the tricorder and it's abilities.
"Right, they're closing, should be in visual range in approximately 20 seconds." A questioning look crossed his face that immediately caused Maril to tense.
"What's wrong Commander?"
"Not sure, I'm picking up another signal. A strong frequency pulse, originating.... half a kilometer west of here. "
The vehicle carrying Nicholas could just be seen bounding over the hills of snow at high speed. The flightpath suddenly became erratic, bouncing about and changing speed almost at whim.
Maril realized what was happening, "They are tapping into the nav controls of the sled."
"Confirmed," replied Tarrant desperately manipulating the tricorder, "They have directed the pulse and are calibrating their controls to the vehicle. I'm trying to jam it now."
Maril watched as the struggle over the sled, and Nicholas, continued. He could only hope that Tarrant could jam the signal, and that the occupants were securely belted in.
<NRPG>
Whew,
Since the trial required transportation by sled I decided to make it a little out from the lodge itself. I went through everything previous and couldn't find anything referencing the actual location, so I decided to jump in.
I'll leave it to someone else to see that Nicholas makes it in safely. (BTW: this should make up for at least one of the iffy waves)
Respectfully,
Jason
