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<center><font style="font-size: 50px; font-stretch: expanded; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold; text-shadow: 4px 4px 4px black;">U.S.S. ''FEYNMAN'' NCC-66000<br> February 1996 Posts</font></center> | |||
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<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: NOGURA Medical Emergency</h3> | <h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: NOGURA Medical Emergency</h3> | ||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Joseph Baker 2-1-1996</h4> | <h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Joseph Baker 2-1-1996</h4> | ||
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* I study nuclear science! * jobaker@chuma.cas.usf.edu * | * I study nuclear science! * jobaker@chuma.cas.usf.edu * | ||
* I love my classes! * jbaker@deans2.cas.usf.edu * | * I love my classes! * jbaker@deans2.cas.usf.edu * | ||
* I've got a crazy teacher, | * I've got a crazy teacher, ****************************** | ||
* Who wears dark glasses. * LTJG Jerran Terel * | * Who wears dark glasses. * LTJG Jerran Terel * | ||
* Things are goin' great, * Flight Control Officer * | * Things are goin' great, * Flight Control Officer * | ||
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* I study nuclear science! * jobaker@chuma.cas.usf.edu * | * I study nuclear science! * jobaker@chuma.cas.usf.edu * | ||
* I love my classes! * jbaker@deans2.cas.usf.edu * | * I love my classes! * jbaker@deans2.cas.usf.edu * | ||
* I've got a crazy teacher, **************************** | * I've got a crazy teacher, ****************************** | ||
* Who wears dark glasses. * LTJG Jerran Terel * | |||
* Things are goin' great, * Flight Control Officer * | |||
* And they're only gettin' better! * USS Feynman/NCC-66000 * | |||
***************************************************************** | |||
* Joseph W. Baker * | |||
* Physics Major, College of Arts and Sciences * | |||
* University of South Florida * | |||
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<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Dead Ship (Cont.)</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by | |||
Andrew Catterick 2-11-1996</h4> | |||
SD:80211.1630<br> | |||
MD:1.0800<br> | |||
Scene: Bridge<br> | |||
> Jenn had continued to scan and then turned to look at Jerran as she said,<br> | |||
> "You're not going to believe this, but I'm getting energy readings from | |||
> that ship." | |||
Zane stood. "Can you localize the emissions, lieutenant?" | |||
"I'm trying sir but they are very weak. I'm realigning the | |||
DEPLHI pattern to enhance the signal." | |||
"Were the energy readings there when we arrived or have they | |||
activated since?" Zane asked as he walked to stand between the helm and | |||
OPS stations. | |||
"It appears they activated once we approached sir." | |||
"Helm, gives us a quick loop of that ship at 3000 metres so we | |||
can get a good look at it from all angles and then park us 1000m astern and | |||
below." | |||
"Aye sir." The FCO replied. | |||
"Mr. Charles can you project a course as to where this ship is | |||
going and where it has been." Onta asked as he looked down at his | |||
armrest console. | |||
Zane turned to sit and noticed Lieutenant Koreth at the | |||
engineering station examining the incoming sensor reports of the derelict | |||
ship. He seemed a little out of place on the bridge, still decked out in | |||
his 'invisibility' equipment. It had been quite a demonstration. | |||
"Tactical." Zane ordered. The viewscreen imediately 'split' in | |||
half giving a forward view as well as providing a graphical display of | |||
the ship along with the current information from the sensors. Zane | |||
scanned the list. The ship was about half the size of the FEYNMAN and | |||
was composed of many of the same materials. It was not listing in any | |||
way. It was definitly heading somewhere but at this speed it would be a | |||
long trip. It appeared to have no discernable armaments. | |||
"Captain, I've localized the energy emissions. They are coming | |||
from what appears to be the engineering deck and are getting | |||
progressively stronger. My guess is the ship has passive sensors that | |||
detected our approach and is now 'waking' the ship up." | |||
"I see. Makes sense. Any progress on course projections Mr. Charles." | |||
"Yes sir. If the vessel has maintained course and speed it | |||
orginated in roughly the center of our patrol area. Its destination is | |||
the Kzin homeworld....." | |||
Zane raised an eyebrow. This was getting interesting. "Mr. | |||
Koreth, opinion." | |||
"Based on the information of the sensors, I'd say this ship is | |||
some sort of cargo carrier or transport. There are several well defined | |||
centers of operation but the bulk of the ship appears to be made up of | |||
large compartments which are sensors are unable to properly scan." | |||
"Mr. Maril?" Zane looked to his first officer. | |||
"I recommend we visit this craft and see what its hiding." | |||
Zane sat back in his chair. A few short weeks ago when he was FO | |||
he would have been chomping at the bit to get over there and take a | |||
look. Now though he had a different perspective. He was ultimately | |||
responsible. Any mishaps and accidents would be his responsibility. He | |||
found that thought a bit overwhelming. Still, they weren't going to get | |||
things done by sitting around. "Try not to get into too much trouble, | |||
commander." | |||
Onta returned the smile. "I'll try, sir." | |||
<<<NRPG>>><br> | |||
Just a short one to keep things moving. | |||
Max: Form your team and have fun! | |||
For those of you who remain aboard, priorities are finding out more info | |||
about this space as well as where the ship came from. | |||
Jason: Loved the trial run. | |||
Andy. | |||
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Who's First to the Cargo Hold</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Kristen Gant 2-11-1996</h4> | |||
Stardate: 80112.0040<br> | |||
MD: 1:0915<br> | |||
Scene: Dead? Ship<br> | |||
>The away team beamed onto the ship. "I suggest we head to the Bridge," he said after they rematerialized. | |||
Jenn looked at her tricorder. “It should be right over this way.” Jarren | |||
nodded confirming Jenn’s reading. The away team headed in the direction | |||
of the Bridge. Dr. Tok immediately began scanning for life signs, while | |||
the other scanned for the source of the energy signature Krysa had | |||
picked up earlier. | |||
“Sir, the energy reading are coming from 8 decks below us. That must be | |||
the engineering section. Perhaps one of us should head down there.” | |||
Krysa suggested. | |||
“Not yet, Lt. I’d like to scout out the Bridge first.” Maril said. | |||
Entering the bridge, there were still no signs of life, nor were there | |||
any bodies laying around. “Where did they all go?” asked Tok. | |||
Krysa headed to the computer console just to her right. After fumbling | |||
with the controls for a short time, she got a response. Slowly the | |||
computer began to come on. An alien face faded in out from the screen. | |||
“I think I got some logs here. I’m having a hard time getting them to | |||
come in though.” | |||
Maril walked over to the console to help Jenn. Within a few seconds they | |||
got the picture to clear and the voice came through. | |||
<Captain’s log, Flogden date, 2434.889. The FSF Crowden is approaching | |||
the Ronden system. We should reach our destination with the next 2 | |||
Flogden dates. The crew is very skitish, and I shall be glad to reach | |||
the planet and off load this cargo. So far we have had no problems, | |||
however no one is willing to enter the cargo hold alone and | |||
unarmed.....> | |||
Sparks flew from the console. Jenn and Maril jumped back. Turning her | |||
tricorder on it, Krysa reported that it was dead. The controls fused. | |||
“That is really strange,” she said. “I can’t find a reason for the | |||
blowout. Now of the circuits were over heating or over worked.” | |||
“What do you think they were carrying?” asked Jarren. They all shook | |||
their heads. | |||
Jenn turned back to her tricorder. “According to this is looks like this | |||
message was recorded almost 500 years ago. I can’t be sure on that | |||
without running some of this information through the ship’s computers, | |||
but 500 would be my guess. Could be more, though. I wonder why no one’s | |||
ever discovered this ship before?” | |||
Regards,<br> | |||
Lt. Krysa Jenn<br> | |||
****<br> | |||
NRPG: Okay, who wants to go to the cargo hold<VBG> | |||
Max, I’m sorry, I’m still a little fuzzy on where Ein is going? Really | |||
I wouldn’t hurt him<g> Just want to know how many NPC’s I’m going to | |||
have to create. | |||
Kristen | |||
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: FO's Office</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Max Felsher 2-11-1996</h4> | |||
SD 80211.2130<br> | |||
MD 1.0700<br> | |||
First Officer's Office<br> | |||
Lt. Commander Maril sat in his new office, looking it over. He was slowly | |||
adjusting to his position as FO. A beep sounded from the door. | |||
"The shelter at Empellas," he called out. Realizing that was a bit unclear, | |||
he simply said, "Come." | |||
Lieutenant Jenn walked in. "You wanted to see me, sir." | |||
"Yes, Lieutenant. Sit down," Maril said, motioning to the chair on the other | |||
side of his desk. "I'm sure you're aware that you are now Operations Officer | |||
on this ship." | |||
"Yes, sir, I am," Jenn replied. | |||
"Good. Now, how are you adjusting?" | |||
"Well, I haven't had much time to do anything, but so far, I am adjusting, | |||
sir. I actually wanted to talk to you about it, sir." | |||
"As do I. Now, as you may or may not know, the Ops position is basically one | |||
of management. You must organize who has access to the DELPHI array and other | |||
resources and when they do. Most of this will actually be handled by the Ops | |||
technology. Also, part of your job is to make sure there is no waste in | |||
energy, especially during an alert situation. Finally, you have access to | |||
sensors, communications, and ship's systems. Basically, your job is to try to | |||
make everyone happy. Do you understand?" | |||
"Yes, sir. I'd like to talk to you about staffing." | |||
"Very well. Right now, the Ops staff is rather depleted. There are | |||
basically 5 positions which you should cover-youself as OPS-ALPHA, an OPS-BETA | |||
who is usually AOPS, an OPS-GAMMA, a Chief Sensors Officer, and a Mission Ops | |||
Officer. The three officers for the different watches are pretty | |||
self-explanatory. The CSensO just basically monitors the DELPHI array with any | |||
Science or Engineering staff. And the Mission Ops officer handles the middle | |||
aft console. He or she is basically the same as OPS, but is primarily | |||
concerned with seeing the mission through, as opposed to handling the whole | |||
As Jenn left, Maril sat back and thought. He was truly sad about his sister. | |||
She had a wonderful career as an anthropology expert in the Tamarian Spacefleet | |||
ahead of her. Maril hoped she would be okay. | |||
The sun has met the sea,<br> | |||
Lt. Commander Onta Maril,<br> | |||
First Officer, USS Feynman,<br> | |||
aka Max Felsher<br> | |||
you know how to run OPS. Oh, I got a message from Ein begging me not to hand | |||
him over into your evil clutches. :D BTW, Ein is no longer registered. | |||
Mike:Okay, I did what you asked. | |||
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Away Team</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Max Felsher 2-11-1996</h4> | |||
SD 80211.2300<br> | |||
MD 1.0900<br> | |||
Bridge<br> | |||
Maril thought about who would be on his away team. | |||
"Lieutenant Jenn, Lieutenant Jerran, you're with me," he ordered. Ton his | |||
his communicator, he said, "Maril to Tok. Report to Transporter Room 2 | |||
immediately." | |||
[Aye, sir.] | |||
Moments later, as they stepped onto the transporter pad, Maril said over the | |||
intercom, "Maril to Bridge. We're ready down here." | |||
[Very well. Proceed,] Zane ordered. | |||
"Energize," Maril ordered to the Transporter Chief. | |||
The away team beamed onto the ship. "I suggest we head to the Bridge," he | |||
said after they rematerialized. | |||
The sun has met the sea,<br> | |||
Lt. Commander Onta Maril,<br> | |||
First Officer, USS Feynman,<br> | |||
aka Max Felsher<br> | |||
NRPG:<br> | |||
All:Just a really, really, REALLY short post to say who's going where.<br> | |||
Away Team(Kristen, Joseph, Lysle):Carry on.<br> | |||
Feynman:Don't just sit around while we're working! ;)<br> | |||
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Dead Ship, or Deadly Ship?</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Joseph Baker 2-12-1996</h4> | |||
SD: 80212.0239<br> | |||
Scene: Alien Bridge<br> | |||
Jerran thought a moment about the date which Jenn had read off of the | |||
alien captain's log. He nodded in agreement to her when she said that it | |||
was about 500 years old. Some of the stories he had read about this race | |||
had mentioned a little bit about their dating system, and even though | |||
those stories were over two thousand years old, he was able to | |||
extrapolate them to the time of the log. | |||
While Jenn had been reading the computer log, Jerran had moved over to | |||
what appeared to be the helm console. Leave it to a pilot to find the | |||
helm on an alien ship. The seat was obviously not made for a humanoid, | |||
and Jerran wouldn't have been able to sit down in it without some major | |||
contortions which he might not have been able to recover from. | |||
He tried to access the console, but it was dead. Then Jenn's console | |||
blew up. He rushed over to make sure that she and Cmdr Maril were | |||
alright. "It doesn't look like we're going to get much information from | |||
up here. The helm console hasn't had power running through it for a | |||
couple of centuries, and that computer console looks like it's | |||
irreperably destroyed." | |||
Maril nodded as he thought for a moment. "We're going to have to go down | |||
to the cargo bay. I don't want any of us to go down there alone." | |||
Jerran and Jenn nodded to their XO as they and Dr. Tokk followed him out of | |||
the bridge to the lower decks. As Jerran approached the deck, he pulled | |||
out his phaser and set it for heavy stun, just in case. Jenn smiled | |||
over to him and said, "Ever had to fire one of those, Lt.?" | |||
"Of course. I was in the Bajoran Militia for a couple of years before I | |||
went into the academy. However, I've never had to shoot at anything live | |||
before." | |||
Jenn nodded as she pulled out her own phaser and checked its setting. | |||
The lift stopped at the deck and they tried to get off as the door creeked | |||
open about halfway. Maril had to push it open the rest of the way open | |||
so they could leave. They walked down the corridor to where the tricorder | |||
said the cargo bay was located. | |||
When they arrived, neither of the four officers could believe their | |||
eyes. The huge, thick double cargo bay doors had been torn open, from | |||
the inside... | |||
<pre style="background-color: #303030; color: #ccc7e1;"> | |||
***************************************************************** | |||
* I study nuclear science! * jobaker@chuma.cas.usf.edu * | |||
* I love my classes! * jbaker@deans2.cas.usf.edu * | |||
* I've got a crazy teacher, ****************************** | |||
* Who wears dark glasses. * LTJG Jerran Terel * | |||
* Things are goin' great, * Flight Control Officer * | |||
* And they're only gettin' better! * USS Feynman/NCC-66000 * | |||
***************************************************************** | |||
* Joseph W. Baker * | |||
* Physics Major, College of Arts and Sciences * | |||
* University of South Florida * | |||
***************************************************************** | |||
</pre> | |||
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Fobok's Quarters</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by | |||
B.J. Baye 2-12-1996</h4> | |||
SD: 80212.1103<br> | |||
MD: 1.0120<br> | |||
Scene: Fobok's Quarters<br> | |||
Fobok could hear the medical team trying to get in. He knew that soon, at | |||
this rate, security would be coming with phasers. He decided he had to tell | |||
the doctor, as he could call off the security, and leave him alone. He | |||
walked over to the door, and quickly repaired the damage he had done. The | |||
door opened and he faced a startled security officer, a CPO, who was just | |||
aiming his phaser. | |||
Fobok said, "I wish to speak with Doctor Tok, alone." | |||
The CPO stepped aside and let the doctor come in, and opened up his | |||
tricorder. As soon as the door closed, he said, "What is wrong, Fobok?..you | |||
said you were unfit for duty but.." | |||
Fobok interrupted, "I will tell you, but I need your absolute secrecy that | |||
this is happening to me, don't even tell Matt, and that you will leave me | |||
undisturbed." | |||
Tok nodded, deciding not to test this apparently out of control Vulcan. | |||
*Correction*, Tok thought, *half Vulcan, even more dangerous.* | |||
Fobok said just the two words, "Pon farr." | |||
Tok nodded, finally understanding. "I shall keep it a secret, but what will | |||
you do? Do you not need to return to Vulcan?" | |||
Fobok shook his head, "I shall not interrupt this mission, it is too | |||
important, and besides, that is only necessary when the chosen mate is at | |||
Vulcan..I have no chosen mate as of now.." | |||
Tok nodded, "I suggest you find one soon.." | |||
Fook just nodded, but didn't heed his words. Who would he find on this ship? | |||
Meanwhile.. | |||
Matt sat in Doctor Tok's office. Nurse Tamy said Tok had gone to find out | |||
what was wrong with his dad. He hoped Tok would come back soon.. | |||
Just a few seconds later, he entered the office, then bent down to look | |||
Matt, who was sitting in the chair behind the desk, in the eye. "Matt, | |||
you're father's sick..he should be alright, but you'll need to stay | |||
somewhere else for the next few days." | |||
Matt was confused, "Sick with what? Why did the computer say he was no | |||
longer on board?" | |||
NRPG: I'll let Lysle handle this response..and feel free to send Matt to | |||
whoever you want tto stay with during this time..:).. | |||
Scene: Fobok's quarters<br> | |||
MD: 1.0220<br> | |||
It suddenly popped into his mind, as he meditated. Amy, she would be the | |||
one he would chose. *But will she chose me, with the way she ran out the | |||
other night.* | |||
Well, it was worth a try. He once again unlocked his door and walked out of | |||
his quarters. | |||
Scene: Corridor, outside WO Tharn's quarters. | |||
Fobok walked up to the door and pressed the door chime. He had serious | |||
trouble controlling himself now, and soon Plak-tow would obsess him. If he | |||
didn't 'mate' soon, he probably would end up killing the first vulcan he | |||
sees, thinking it was kalifi. "Come" he heard, and stepped in. | |||
She looked like she was just getting ready for bed, "Oh, hello Fobok.." | |||
He looked at her through his burning eyes, "I need you...to help me..." | |||
Amy looked concerned, seeing, feeling, the pain he was in, "What can I do?" | |||
He raised his hand, two fingers extended. | |||
Amy saw what he wanted, and without hesitation, brought her hand up.... | |||
NRPG: | |||
For that last part, I was glad I watched Star Trek III Saturday..:).. | |||
Andy: Well, Fobok should be able to come on duty at MD: 1.1000..:).. | |||
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Bridge-->Ready Room</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by | |||
Andrew Catterick 2-13-1996</h4> | |||
MD: 1:0925<br> | |||
> The probe began to actively send back data. Finding something out of<br> | |||
> the ordinary, it dropped out of warp and continued at sublight speed.<br> | |||
> A visual scan slowly began to filter back to the Feynman, slong with<br> | |||
> the readings.<br> | |||
> There was a massive build up of Ion particles which the probe had picked up.<br> | |||
> "Sir, the Probe is begining to send us some data, I've got a visual." Tarrant reported.<br> | |||
> "On screen" Zane ordered.<br> | |||
> The image of the drifting freightor snapped off, and replaced with<br> | |||
> a vew of space. On the sides, technical readings were posted.<br> | |||
> It was very close to a nebula which seemed to be made up of a<br> | |||
> great number of gasses, most prvailent was hydrogen. Readings<br> | |||
> showed a slight gravity well inside. The probe would have normally<br> | |||
> veered off course to avoid it, but Tarrant sent a tight subspace<br> | |||
> command for it too stay on the pre-programmed path.<br> | |||
> Then something surprising. The readings began to show a fairly large build up of ions.<br> | |||
> "Sir, this Ion build up would indicate that this area of space was<br> | |||
> at one time heavily traveled." Observed Tarrant.<br> | |||
> "But from where, you said there are no planitary systems for<br> | |||
> many light years?" noted Cartwright from the helm.<br> | |||
> As if to answer him, the view on the screen began to dramaticly<br> | |||
> change. As if clouds of greenish dust began to appear, a<br> | |||
> wormhole began to take shape. Looking like an inverted tornado,<br> | |||
> the data showed that it was smaller than the one known in the<br> | |||
> Bajoran System.<br> | |||
> The little probe headed bravely into the wormhole, as it sent<br> | |||
> back its last few readings. They could only see the begining of<br> | |||
> the entrance before the tranmissions cut off, presumeably from<br> | |||
> the wormhole closing....<br> | |||
"Analysis?" Zane asked. "Was that a stable worm-hole?" | |||
The CEO seemed lost in thought as he sat at the engineering | |||
console staring at the multitude of information that was flashing across | |||
his screen. "I'd rather examine the probe's findings before I give a | |||
definite answer. There are many variables to be considered." | |||
"Very well. I want you to use all available resources and come | |||
up with a picture of that wormhold and the surrounding area of space." | |||
"Aye sir." Tarrant sent a copy of the probe's findings to the | |||
science station. Zane watched as, within a few seconds of receiving the | |||
file the ACSciO's face took on the same glassy look as the engineer's as | |||
information flashed across his console as well. This brought a smile to | |||
Zane's face. He got the same feeling whenever the holodeck got a new | |||
combat simulation. | |||
"Ah Mr. Koreth. Before you engulf yourself in your work I have a | |||
quick question for you. Will the ship out there be able to withstand a | |||
prolonged tractor lock at warp speeds?" | |||
Reluctantly Tarrant brought the image of the ship up on his | |||
display. "Planning on bringing the ship with us sir?" | |||
"No. The Away team will most likely be unable to learn all of | |||
the ship's secrets but I'm sure Fleet engineer's and historians will | |||
enjoy crawling all over it. If you feel it can handle it I'll ask | |||
EPSILON to send out a tug and have it towed in." | |||
Tarrant made a few quick calculations. "I don't see it as being | |||
a problem sir." | |||
"Good. Thank-you lieutenant, I'll leave you to your work." Zane | |||
walked down the ramp towards the viewscreen and stared at the ship for | |||
sometime. It's design was unlike anything he had ever seen but he found | |||
that if he stared at it enough he could see some of the same patterns as | |||
on comparable Kzin craft. That triggered a thought. | |||
"Zane to away team." | |||
[Maril here, go ahead.] | |||
"How is your progress commander." | |||
[We've surveyed the bridge...it was what you would expect, a lot | |||
of fried equipment. We got one of the bridge computers working for a few | |||
seconds and managed to view a captain's log. The log didn't contain any | |||
information of great importance but the picture did.] | |||
"Explain." | |||
[Sir, the inhabitants of this vessel were a feline race. It was | |||
hard to tell as the viewer was quite distorted but I'd say they were | |||
somewhere between a Sivoan and a Kzinti.] | |||
"I see." The revelation seemed to confirm a thought that had | |||
developed in the back of his mind. "Are you still on the bridge?" | |||
[No sir, we are beginning to head below decks. We're trying to | |||
track down some energy readings. Have you be able to find anything?] | |||
"Yes, Mr. Koreth launched a probe back down the ships course and | |||
has discovered a small wormhole..." The two officers continued to | |||
discuss the findings for a few minutes. "...very well commander keep me | |||
updated. FEYNMAN out." | |||
Walking towards his ready room Zane looked to the CSO. | |||
"Lieutenant I'll be in my ready-room, you have the bridge." | |||
<nowiki>____________________________________________________________________________</nowiki><br> | |||
Scene: Ready-room<br> | |||
It had been almost 3 hours since Zane had eaten and his body, | |||
with is hypermetabolism was letting him know. "Large carafe of coffee, | |||
black, hot. Large bowl of Pasta Carbonera." Picking up the tray he set | |||
it down at his desk, poured himself a coffee and turned on his computer | |||
access screen. Sitting he accessed historical/anthroplogical files. | |||
It took some time but eventually he had narrowed the parameters | |||
enough to find what he had been looking for. The ship they had found had | |||
belonged to a felinoid race known as the Cesahata. It was not known | |||
where they orginated from, but there had been numerous archeological digs | |||
throughout this sector of space that had uncovered small settlements. | |||
Rumours pointed to similar findings inside Kzin borders. | |||
As was usually the case when little evidence was presented in a | |||
mystery so intriguing just about everyone had there own theory on the | |||
race. Ideas ranged from them being part of a parent race whose offshoots | |||
included the Kzin and possibly the Sivoans to such exaggerated claims | |||
that they were somesort of cosmic progenitor that moved from place to | |||
place seeding the systems with their genes. One thing was agreed upon, | |||
however, all of the settlements in this region, on both sides of the | |||
border, picked up and left at the same time with what seemed to be little | |||
warning. | |||
Scanning the lists of theories presented one name caught the | |||
captain's eye...Victor Fic. Fic was a noted scholar whose anthropological | |||
findings were required reading at the Academy. If anyone had a realistic | |||
take on this it would be him. Zane called up the file. He had to read | |||
it several times to get the full impact, as well as to understand some of | |||
the reasoning behind Fic's assumptions. Essentially he believed the Cesahala | |||
were a related race to the Kzin but their civilization was far removed | |||
from their cousins. A peaceful race, they stumbled across the Kzin | |||
several thousand years ago and tried to reconcile. The Kzin, a true | |||
warrior race were less interested in relations than using the superior | |||
technology to make weapons. Fearing that they were further corrupting a | |||
already savage race, the Cesahala withdrew and returned to their own | |||
space. | |||
The main problem with this theory, as Fic freely pointed out, was | |||
the Cesahala, lived on worlds that numbered in the thousands. Surely any | |||
grouping this large and close enough to find the Kzin would leave larger | |||
traces of itself. *The wormhole!* Zane thought. | |||
Flagging the file and sending it first to all the department | |||
heads and then posting it on the ship's BBS for general perusal the | |||
captain rose and headed for the bridge. There were still many pieces | |||
that were missing but at least they were starting to get a better grasp | |||
at the puzzle. Perhaps the away team would provide more answers. | |||
<<<NRPG>>><br> | |||
I had almost completed this yesterday morning and then my system | |||
crashed:( I hope it doesn't conflict with other posts but I haven't | |||
received anything that points to a problem so here goes...(I checked the | |||
newsgroup too.) | |||
Jason: I left the CSO with the bridge in case you needed to be elsewhere | |||
with your research | |||
Andy | |||
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Out of the Frying Pan, into the fire...</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Max Felsher 2-14-1996</h4> | |||
SD 80214.0200<br> | |||
MD 1.1000<br> | |||
Cesahala Ship: Cargo Bay<br> | |||
"This is Maril to Feynman. Before Shendako falls into the sea, please!" the | |||
frustrated FO called out. There was no response. The foe of Tok and Maril | |||
was a huge...being. It was so shiny that even in the dim light of the cargo | |||
bay, it was almost too bright to look at. Maril aimed his phaser and fired. | |||
The beam simply glanced off without a flinch from the being. | |||
Suddenly, Maril noticed a small opening into the outside corridor that wasn't | |||
covered with metal. He pointed it out to Tok and they ran as fast as they | |||
could. Miraculously, they escaped practically unharmed, with only a few cuts | |||
or bruises from the pieces of metal. | |||
"Let's head for Engineering. I have an idea," Maril said to Tok. As soon as | |||
they were safely in Engineering, he contacted the Feynman. "Maril to Feynman. | |||
Are you there?" | |||
[We read you, Commander,] the familiar voice of Commander Zane sounded over | |||
the communicator. [Your status?] | |||
"We were attacked by a being. I will report on it later. Right now, I am | |||
going to shut down the whole ship, including Life Support. I suggest you get | |||
us out of here before it fully shuts off. sir." | |||
[Very well. Feynman out.] | |||
Now speaking to Tok, he said, "This being appears to reflect anything we | |||
throw at it. So, we're not going to give it anything to reflect. Shutting | |||
down all systems except for Life Support and lights in Engineering." | |||
"Maril to Feynman. Prepare to beam Mr. Tok and then myself up." | |||
[Aye, sir.] | |||
Maril was ready. "Beam Mr. Tok up." | |||
"Sir, you should go first," the CMO suggested. | |||
"No, you're going first, Mr. Tok," the FO ordered. | |||
As Tok beamed away, Maril pressed the button to activate the program he had | |||
set up. "Now, Feynman." The countdown started. | |||
"Fifteen seconds to total shutdown...14...13...12...." | |||
Maril could also hear something crashing down the corridor. | |||
"Ten...9...8...." | |||
It was getting closer. | |||
"Seven...6...5...." | |||
It was almost there. | |||
"Four." | |||
It was entering the room. Finally, the beamout occurred. Maril thought to | |||
himself how those must have been the longest 11 seconds of his life. | |||
He stepped off the transporter pad on the Feynman and headed for the Bridge. | |||
As he walked on, signs of relief could be seen on most people's faces. | |||
However, the relief was short-lived. | |||
"Sir, I'm reading explosions occurring on the alien ship. There are more and | |||
more of them as it continues," Lt. Jenn reported. | |||
"Sir! The explosions are reaching the ship. They're pushing us towards the | |||
wormhole!" Lt.<jg> Charles exclaimed. | |||
"Shields up," Maril ordered. After receiving a nod from Zane, he ordered, | |||
"Full reverse until we can go to warp, Mr. Jerran." | |||
"It's not working, sir. We're still going towards the wormhole!" Lt.<jg> | |||
Jerran said with dismay. | |||
"Brace for impact in 5...4...," Jenn ordered. | |||
Thr sun has met the sea,<br> | |||
Lt. Commander Onta Maril,<br> | |||
First Officer, USS Feynman,<br> | |||
aka Max Felsher<br> | |||
NRPG:<br> | |||
All: Well, that solves one problem, opens up another. Hmmm, I wonder where this | |||
wormhole leads. :)<br> | |||
Andy: I hope we *do* get the _Asimov_ back. :)<br> | |||
Kristen: Ein is yours to kill, maim or otherwise disgrace. ;) The other 3 | |||
positions or so, you have to create NPC's. You don't really have to fill the | |||
CSensO or MissOps position, or you could have one NPC cover a couple of the | |||
positions.<br> | |||
Lysle: Sorry I had to get you out of there so quickly. ;)<br> | |||
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Alien Cargo Bay</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Joseph Baker 2-13-1996</h4> | |||
SD: 80213.2047<br> | |||
Dr. Tok was the first to speak as the group of officers stared at the | |||
gaping hole in the doors leading to the cargo bay, "Now we have a good | |||
idea of what happened to the crew." | |||
"Yeah," said Lt. Jenn. "But the question now is to find out what | |||
happened to the thing that was in there." | |||
Jerran moved closer to the door to get a better look inside. None of the | |||
lights were on, so he had to switch on a small light that was strapped to | |||
his wrist. All along the cargo bay were bodies, about a hundred of them | |||
at Jerran's first guess. They all looked like the felinoid creature | |||
which they had seen in the log up on the bridge. And none of them were | |||
in too good of a shape, either. | |||
Jerran pulled out his tricorder and moved in, cautiously scanning the | |||
room with it, the light, and his phaser. Commander Maril was close | |||
behind, covering Jerran with his phaser as Lt. Jenn and Dr. Tok brought | |||
up the rear. Tok pulled out his medical tricorder and began scanning one | |||
of the bodies nearby. | |||
"This can't be right," said the blue skinned Bolian CMO. "The bodies | |||
haven't decomposed a day since they died, but by not only the log, but | |||
also the atomic decay levels in their bodies, they've been dead for over | |||
five centuries." | |||
Jerran nodded as he continued to look cautiously around the room. "The | |||
ship probably lost life support a short time after the crew died. Some | |||
sort of automated system may have brought it back online once the FEYNMAN | |||
came near it." | |||
Jenn glanced out towards the door as she said, "That would be consistant | |||
with the sudden energy readings we detected upon our approach." | |||
"And if they did loose life support," Tok said as he continued to scan | |||
the bodies, "Then the ship might have dropped in temperature enough to | |||
freeze the bodies and slow their decomposition to a halt." | |||
Maril didn't like the sound of that at all as an idea formed in his | |||
head. "Doctor. If the temperature of the ship was brought down far | |||
enough, would that also mean that it could be possible for whatever did | |||
this to still be alive somewhere on this ship, protected by suspended | |||
animation?" | |||
Tok looked up from the body and said, "That is a distinct possibility, | |||
sir. That would also mean that our arrival has awoken something that | |||
killed the entire crew of this ship." | |||
"And if it is here," Jerran said, "Then we might not have picked it up on | |||
our sensors because it could just be waking up, in which case it wouldn't | |||
put out any life signs." | |||
Jenn stood up and looked towards Jerran saying, "And there's also the | |||
possibility that whatever it is might not register on our sensors." | |||
"That might not be entirely true," the XO said as he looked at his | |||
tricorder. "I'm detecting some movement. It's on this deck, just a few | |||
bulkheads foreward of the cargo bay, and moving towards us." | |||
<NRPG> | |||
I think it might be time for a hasty departure, unless there's something | |||
wrong with the FEYNMAN's transporters <EG> I'll leave it up to the rest | |||
of yall to decide what happens next <G> | |||
<pre style="background-color: #303030; color: #ccc7e1;"> | |||
***************************************************************** | |||
* I study nuclear science! * jobaker@chuma.cas.usf.edu * | |||
* I love my classes! * jbaker@deans2.cas.usf.edu * | |||
* I've got a crazy teacher, ****************************** | |||
* Who wears dark glasses. * LTJG Jerran Terel * | |||
* Things are goin' great, * Flight Control Officer * | |||
* And they're only gettin' better! * USS Feynman/NCC-66000 * | |||
***************************************************************** | |||
* Joseph W. Baker * | |||
* Physics Major, College of Arts and Sciences * | |||
* University of South Florida * | |||
***************************************************************** | |||
</pre> | |||
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Oh So Carefully</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by | |||
Jason Bostjanic 2-13-1996</h4> | |||
Scene: Shuttlebay<br> | |||
MD: 10950<br> | |||
WO Charles Dunnon was on duty in the shuttlebay, and unfortunately | |||
he found himself paired up with CPO Norris. It wasn't that Norris was | |||
hard to get along with... it was quite the opposite. | |||
"..and then, get this sir, little Betsy started to eat the marigolds! | |||
Just up and started chewin on them right in front of Mr. Yorktown | |||
himself. " | |||
The skinny petty officer couldn't have weighed more than 105 lbs. | |||
In fact, Dunnon found it partially amazing that the PO was able to | |||
go down in the turbolift without being lifted off of the floor. | |||
After a while he was usually able to phase him out, but then other | |||
times his stories were so ludicrus that he couldn't help but remark | |||
on them... and that would always lead to another story. | |||
"A goat... on the grounds of Starfleet Academy, eating the Admiral's | |||
flowers." There was a tinge of disbelief behind those words. | |||
Dunnan had hoped that his counterpart would have picked it | |||
up, but it blew by. | |||
"Yes sir, you can imagine how hard it was for us not to start cracking | |||
up laughing, because well... you see there was this one time that me | |||
and this guy Brian laughed at... did I tell you about Brian?" | |||
"Let me see, he was the one whose mother claimed to be transwarped | |||
back in time, and gave Zephram Cochran the idea for warp travel, | |||
but then was pulled back through the Mt. Fiji time portal to come home." | |||
He stared, dead eyed, at Norris, almost praying that he would get the | |||
hint. | |||
"That's the one! Only it wasn't Mt. fiji, it was the Great Pyramid in | |||
Egypt. Mt. Fiji was the volcano that my Uncle first dove into with | |||
his thermoprotective tephlon suit... " | |||
Duncan could only shake his head. There was no way to get through. | |||
Luckily the sound of his communicator beeped in. Mouthing the | |||
words 'thank you' he tapped his badge. | |||
"Dunnon here." | |||
<This is Cartwright, I need you to start running some diagnostics on | |||
the TOMONAGA. The lieutenant is planning on making some | |||
changes on the shuttle, but we need a full check on it before we | |||
start.> | |||
"It will be a *pleasure*, in fact I'll get right on it." | |||
Bringing up his most sympathetic face he turned to Norris, "Sorry, | |||
duty calls. You'll just have to tell me some other time." | |||
Without waiting for a reply, he turned and headed towards the | |||
TOMONAGA. Once inside, Dunnan fired up the shuttle and began | |||
running the checks. The soft hum of the power was such a | |||
nice change compared to the non-stop chatter he would normally | |||
have to bare. | |||
.............. | |||
'Ahhh.. yes. It is time. I had wanted to just start with one.. but | |||
the both of you should do fine. Let's see... I'll let the | |||
little one watch as you die.... warrant officer. | |||
Let's see, should I break his neck, or cut it. Cutting caused | |||
so much blood.. but it would also cause the most fear, and | |||
it was certainly more... disturbing to watch. | |||
Yes I... No. He's talking... the communicator. No.. where | |||
are you going? Don't... ahhhh. That's it, go to the shuttle. | |||
It will make things so much more interresting. In fact... | |||
*That* is it! How perfect... YOU will be the first little one. | |||
It won't be as painful as I'd like... but you will do just fine... | |||
It would have been only a matter of time anyway... | |||
you all must die. | |||
......... | |||
<Bridge to shuttle bay> | |||
"Norris here. What's up?" | |||
<Where's Officer Dunnan? Sensors and visual just went | |||
off line down there. The back-ups too. Is everything all | |||
right?> | |||
"Looks so to me... Dunnan is running diagnostics on a | |||
shuttle, I'll look into it. Norris out." | |||
He never got a chance to turn around. A hard blow to the | |||
back of his head brought the CPO into blackness. | |||
.......... | |||
<Warning... warning... shuttlebay doors opening.> | |||
Dunnan looked out the shuttle window and found that | |||
the doors really were opening. | |||
<Bridge to Dunnan, what is going on down there! Have | |||
you opened the bay doors?> It was captain Zane, and | |||
he sounded.. well pissed. | |||
"I uh... no sir. I've been running diagnostics. CPO | |||
Norris is the only other one down here." The WO | |||
was about to open the shuttle's door when the computer | |||
sounded again. | |||
<Warning.. Shuttle bay containment field deactivating> | |||
"Norris... Norris!" franticly WO Dunnan tried to get the man | |||
to answer over his communicator. There was no reply. | |||
The shuttles were magneticly attached to the floor, and he | |||
had sealed the TOMONAGA before entering with the hopes | |||
of keeping out Norris's constant chatter. All he could do now | |||
was turn and watch as the containment field dropped. | |||
In horror, he watched as the artificial atmosphere inside was | |||
sucked out. Later he would think it to be some kind of | |||
whirlwind effect. He saw the engineering kit he left outside the | |||
shuttle get sucked into the vaccum of space. And behind | |||
it CPO Matt Norris. | |||
The computer terminal from which both men had just talked | |||
only fifteen minutes before blicked with just a single message. | |||
"NO MORE" Norris's comm-badge was magneticly attached... | |||
<NRPG> | |||
It begins... but oh so carefully. <VBEG> | |||
A suicide??? NO... but it may take some looking into | |||
before that is ruled out. | |||
For security: There are no traces left as to who might | |||
have disconnected the sensors and visual cameras (and | |||
the backups) inside the shuttlebay. | |||
For medical: Well, from what I hear, the leftover results | |||
leading from being 'vaccumed' don't leave much. But | |||
should you be able to somehow find out anything, you'll find | |||
the head trauma was caused by a blunt strike to | |||
the head... whether or not it was caused by something hitting | |||
it or it hitting something is inconclusive. | |||
For engineering (ME): The sabotage is quite simply the | |||
crosswiring of the sensor power sytems into the sensor | |||
output. Works every time. | |||
For counselor(s): Norris's logs and what not show that | |||
he was disappointed at not having advanced further | |||
within the two months on board, but he was understanding | |||
why. There is no mention of suicide. | |||
Respectfully, | |||
Jason Bostjanic | |||
Lieutenant Tarrant L. Koreth - CEO - USS FEYNMAN<br> | |||
Lieutenant (jg) Laryn Spyyre - CEO - USS HUNTINGTON<br> | |||
"Quoth the Raven 'Nevermore'"<br> | |||
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: I Don't Know What to Call This One</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Kristen Gant 2-13-1996</h4> | |||
Stardate: 80213.0001<br> | |||
Scene: Transporter Room<br> | |||
Lt. Jenn stepped off the transporter pad. She turned to wait for the | |||
others. Jarren was the next to get transported. | |||
“We've got both of them, sir. Preparing to lock on to Dr. Tok.” said | |||
the transporter chief. | |||
[Maril to Feynman. We have a situation here! Beam us out!] | |||
“Sir! We can't get a postive lock on you at the moment.” | |||
Jenn turned to the transporter chief. “What do you mean you can’t get a | |||
positive lock on them? Get them out of there!” | |||
“I’m trying, sir... uhh, ma’am... I mean...” The man’s fingers were | |||
flying over the controls to no avial. Jarren to the controls to see if | |||
he could help. | |||
<What’s going on down there!> demanded Zane over the comm link. | |||
“We can’t get a lock on Commander Maril or Dr. Tok, sir.” said the | |||
transporter chief. “The gravimetric interference from the wormhole is | |||
preventing it.” | |||
“I’ve got to get to the Bridge,” said Jenn. She hoped from the her Ops | |||
station she might be able to detect what ever was over there on that | |||
derelict. “Terri, come with me. Ens,” she said to the transporter chief, | |||
“Get those transporters working!” | |||
Scene: Bridge | |||
Jenn and Jarren entered the bridge. They hurried down to thier | |||
perspective stations. WO Ein got up and made room for Jenn. | |||
“Sir,” Jenn said to Zane who was just coming out of his ready room, “The | |||
ship is beginning to power up again.” | |||
“Feynman to Maril, what is your status?” | |||
There was no response. | |||
“Transporter room, how is that lock coming?” | |||
<Still unable to make a lock, sir. Something is blocking it.> | |||
“It’s moving!” shouted Jarren. | |||
“Confirmed,” said Jenn, “It’s moving straight for that wormhole, not | |||
very fast, but definately headed in that direction.” She looked up a | |||
Zane, her face full of concern. | |||
“Mr. Koreth, Tractor Beam! Don’t let that ship get away.” said the | |||
Captain. | |||
“Tractor beam on. We have the ship, it’s not going anywhere.” Koreth | |||
informed him. | |||
Jenn stood up and looked at Zane. “There is something on that ship. It’s | |||
very strong and it killed the crew! We have to get Maril and Tok.” Zane | |||
nodded trying to think of his next step. | |||
Regards,<br> | |||
Lt. Krysa Jenn, Ops/2O<br> | |||
*****<br> | |||
NRPG: Uhhh, I don’t know where else to go, so I stopped to let someone | |||
else take over. Just thought I’d throw in somemore glitches. | |||
Max and Lysle: Don’t get caught, okay<G><br> | |||
Kristen | |||
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: New Friends</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by | |||
Andrew Catterick 2-14-1996</h4> | |||
SD:80214.1100<br> | |||
MD:1.1000<br> | |||
Scene:Bridge<br> | |||
<<SNIP>> | |||
<Warning... warning... shuttlebay doors opening.> | |||
"Bridge to Dunnan, what is going on down there! Have you opened | |||
the bay doors?" Zane asked half annoyed, half shocked. | |||
[I uh... no sir. I've been running diagnostics. CPO Norris is the | |||
only other person down here.] The WO replied. | |||
"Well what the hell is going on down there?" Zane's patience was | |||
thinning. There was no response. "Mr. Dunnon....Mr. Dunnon?" Zane | |||
looked to the CSO "Get someone down there." | |||
<<SNIP>><br> | |||
Things were getting much worse. Zane still had not been able to | |||
find out what had happened on the shuttle deck but that was only one of | |||
his worries. The away team had been investigating a seemingly dead ship | |||
had been attacked by some sort of creature. Only two of the team had | |||
been beamed back orginally but after some quick thinking by the | |||
first officer the FEYNMAN was able to retrieve the rest. | |||
"Sir, I'm reading explosions occurring on the alien ship. There are | |||
more and more of them as it continues," Lt. Jenn reported. | |||
"Sir! The explosions are reaching the ship. They're pushing us | |||
towards the wormhole!" Lt.<jg> Charles exclaimed. | |||
"Shields up," Maril ordered. After receiving a nod from Zane, he ordered, | |||
"Full reverse until we can go to warp, Mr. Jerran." | |||
"It's not working, sir. We're still going towards the wormhole!" Lt.<jg> | |||
Jerran said with dismay. | |||
"Brace for impact in 5...4...," Jenn ordered. | |||
<<SNIP>><br> | |||
As Commander Zane was able to regain his balance again he | |||
shouted, "FULL stop, Jerran! Let's find out where we are!" | |||
They were already down to about half impulse as Jerran eased the | |||
ships velocity down the rest of the way. "Scanning the area with the | |||
navigational array now, sir." He furrowed his brow and frowned as the | |||
computer paused trying to compute their position. | |||
"Well, Lt?" Said Zane as he came to stand between the | |||
helm and ops stations. | |||
"I'm trying, sir. The computer's having a lot of trouble trying | |||
to get our position." Jerran was just about to switch to manual | |||
triangulation when the computer brought up the results "I've got it, sir. | |||
The computer says we're not even in our own galaxy. We've travelled | |||
almost 40 million light years in a few minutes." | |||
The security chief looked up from his console and said, "We're | |||
not alone, Captain." | |||
The viewscreen changed from a starfield to a view of five ships which | |||
looked similar to the frieghter which they had just watched explode. | |||
Except, these ships were obviously not freighters. They were warships, | |||
each about twice the size of a Galaxy class. | |||
Commander Zane calmly turned to Lt. Jenn and said, "Open hailing | |||
frequencies." | |||
The image of the five ships flickered and was replaced by that of | |||
a large, smiling cat, something closer to a tiger actually. "I am | |||
Commander Zane of the Federation Starship FEYNMAN." | |||
"Greetings commander. I am Tauk, captain of the Cesphalain ship | |||
RESOLUTE. Welcome to the Galaxy Andromeda, well thats what you of the | |||
Federation call it we of course have our own name." | |||
"Thank-you for your warm greetings Captain Tauk. Please let me | |||
apologize for dropping in on you like this..." | |||
Tauk raised a dismissive hand. "Commander, apologies are not | |||
necessary. We truly welcome your arrival. It has been some time since | |||
we were visitors of your galaxy and look forward to hearing of its progress." | |||
Zane seemed somewhat relieved. As good as the FEYNMAN was it | |||
certainly couldn't take on five warships. "Captain Tauk how is it that you | |||
happened to be waiting for us. Certainly you do not leave warships | |||
protecting this wormhole." | |||
Tauk laughed. "Well that is true and not. We leave one ship | |||
here as a sentinel. But to answer your question we knew you might be | |||
coming ever since you found our freighter. It is an unassuming probe | |||
is it not? Once contacted it relays its findings to us and we arrive | |||
to greet our guest." Tauk paused. "But surely you must no this | |||
commander. The information files we left behind for you to find are quite | |||
clear." | |||
Zane briefly described the events leading up to their arrival. | |||
Tauk was visibily dismayed. "I assure you we know nothing of this. That | |||
ship was designed simply as a welcoming bouy to our galaxy. We have only | |||
the most peacful of intentions. Thi creature you describe was not of our | |||
doing." | |||
Zane accepted the answer...for the time being. | |||
"But commander I am being rude. You are our first guests in a | |||
very long time and must be treated as such. Please escort my vessel | |||
back to the home world. My leaders look forward to meeting with you. | |||
Our last diplomatic mission to your galaxy failed and it is our | |||
greatest hope we can establish relations with your Federation. | |||
I would also like to invite you and your fellow officers to a | |||
banquet in your honour celebrating the midday meal. Will you accept?" | |||
"Of course Captain Tauk! My officers and I are greatly honoured | |||
by your gracious offer and look forward to meeting you and your officers." | |||
"Excellent! We will prepare for your arrival in 3 hours. Tauk out." | |||
As the image of Tauk was replaced Zane turned to the OPS | |||
officer. "Were you able to 'read' their feelings lieutenant?" | |||
"Yes sir. I sensed nothing but good will and excitement. Tauk | |||
and his crew see our visit as a momentous occasion." | |||
"Good." Zane was clearly relieved. He turned to the CSO. "Any | |||
word on the flightdeck." | |||
"Secuirty is present but they has of yet ascertained nothing." | |||
"Mr. Charles I want you to look into this investigation | |||
personally." He turned to the FCO. "I think you better accompany him | |||
down to the shuttlebay, Mr. Charleswill fill you in. Gentlemen I want some | |||
answers to this before we beam over to the RESOLUTE. | |||
As the turbolift doors closed Zane walked up to the Engineering | |||
station to examine any damage the ship may have sustained through the | |||
wormhole. | |||
<<<NRPG>>><br> | |||
Just cut and pasting a few things together... | |||
Hey, how did the wormhole get so close? <G> | |||
Okay it looks like we have our first diplomatic mission. This could be | |||
the first inter-galaxy treaty so make sure your dress uniforms are pressed.! | |||
As for the evil presence lurking about....well I don't know you tell me! | |||
Andy. | |||
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Shuttlebay</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Joseph Baker 2-14-1996</h4> | |||
SD: 80214.2223<br> | |||
Jerran got up from his flight console as soon as Ensign Cartwright | |||
arrived to take his place so that he could go down to the shuttledeck to | |||
help with the investigation of PO Norris' accident. | |||
He thought about it for a moment, thinking that it was probably some | |||
careless error, but he doubted if it was an error on WO Dunnon's part. | |||
He was one of his best, and most experienced shuttlepilots. You don't | |||
rise to through the enlisted ranks to get to WO without being the best at | |||
what you do. | |||
Jerran stepped out of the turbolift as it reached the shuttledeck. He | |||
nodded to the security officer standing by the door as he walked through, | |||
heading towards WO Dunnon and LTJG Charles. | |||
Jerran nodded to the CSO as he turned to Dunnon and said, "OK, what | |||
happened, Mr. Dunnon?" | |||
"I don't know, sir. I was in the TOMONAGA carrying out those | |||
modifications which you wanted when I heard the alarms going off telling | |||
me that the door was openeing. Then, the atmospheric containment | |||
forcefield shut off. | |||
"Lt. I swear that I double checked those systems just an hour ago, and | |||
they were all five by five. There is no way that thing just opened by | |||
itself _and_ shut off the forcefield." | |||
Jerran nodded as he glanced around the room saying, "Agreed." | |||
Charles shook his head and said, "I haven't found anything to suggest | |||
sabotage, Mr. Jerran. This place is as clean as Dr. Tok's OR." | |||
"What about the sensor systems? Why did they cut off?" | |||
"Lt. Korreth's engineers are still looking into it." | |||
As if on cue, one of the yellow shirted engineers who were rummaging | |||
through an access panel in one of the walls came running up to the | |||
lieutenants and said, "Sir! I think I've found something!" | |||
Charles turned to the crewman and said, "What did you find?" | |||
"Well, sir, just about anyone could have disabled the sensors, but it is | |||
certain that they were sabotaged. It was simply a matter of crosswiring | |||
the sensor power systems into the sensor output. Textbook case. Works | |||
everytime." | |||
Lt. Charles wasn't too happy about a sabour getting away with murder, | |||
literaly, on his shift. "We're going to have to tear this ship apart | |||
till we've found that killer. And do it before anyone else gets hurt." | |||
Jerran handed a PADD he was looking at over to WO Dunnon and said, "Yes, | |||
but we're not going to have time to do it now. We've got a first contact | |||
to get ready for." | |||
"Mr Dunnon," Jerran said turning to the WO. "Give Lt. Charles' security | |||
crew any help you can and keep me appraised of the investigation." | |||
"Aye, aye, Lieutenant," said the WO two officers headed off the shuttlebay. | |||
*** | |||
Scene: Corridor, Sr. Officers' Deck | |||
Lt. Jerran wasn't too happy about the murder of CPO Norris, to say the | |||
least, and his disposition didn't improve over the idea of having to put | |||
on his dress uniform yet again. Even though his mother was a diplomat, | |||
and she had made him come to many diplomatic functions while growing up, | |||
he was neither good at it nor did he very much enjoy it. | |||
As he walked down the corridor, it dawned on him just how quiet it was in | |||
the middle of a shift. Most people on Beta and Gamma shifts were asleep | |||
right now, or otherwise off duty, and so the corridor was almost | |||
disserted. | |||
Suddenly, Jerran felt something in the back of his mind, something very | |||
similar to the presense he had felt a couple of days ago near the | |||
holodeck. He stopped dead in his tracks, turning to scan the corridor | |||
behind him. There was nothing there, but he could still feel it. | |||
Jerran tapped his badge and said, "Computer, scan the deck for any | |||
non-FEYNMAN life readings." | |||
<No anomolous life readings detected.> | |||
*That's not right,* he thought to himself. *Something is here.* | |||
Jerran pulled out a small type I phaser, setting it to heavy stun, as he | |||
walked cautiously down the corridor. He came up to a bend in the | |||
corridor, and stood flush against the wall as he prepared to turn the | |||
corner. When he did, he almost scared the life out of a crewman as he | |||
came along and saw the half Vulcan FCO with his phaser drawn. | |||
"Is there... uhh... something wrong, Lt?" The young man stammered. | |||
"No, crewman," Jerran said. "Just a tactical excercise. Just go about | |||
your business." | |||
"Yes, sir," he said, as he continued walking down the corridor. | |||
Jerran took another glance down the hallway as he continued back over to | |||
his quarters. Whatever it was, the presense had left when the crewman | |||
had arrived. If Jerran disliked murder investigations and diplomatic | |||
functions, he definitely detested being stalked. | |||
*** | |||
Well, my hibrid friend. It appears yo uare going to cause a lot of | |||
trouble. Not only do you have some unforseen advantages, but you also | |||
seem to be most paranoid. All the more fun, though, as I toy with you | |||
untill I decide it is time for you to die. Oh, and you will most | |||
certainly die, along with the rest of the crew of this tiny ship. | |||
Ah, but wait. What's this? New ships? Ahhhh, you've brought me more | |||
victims to toy with. So much the better! | |||
<NRPG> | |||
Oooooo, this is getting fun <G> | |||
As for that wormhole, I don't know how it got there so fast. It just | |||
popped up out of no where ;) | |||
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* I study nuclear science! * jobaker@chuma.cas.usf.edu * | |||
* I love my classes! * jbaker@deans2.cas.usf.edu * | |||
* I've got a crazy teacher, ****************************** | |||
* Who wears dark glasses. * LTJG Jerran Terel * | |||
* Things are goin' great, * Flight Control Officer * | |||
* And they're only gettin' better! * USS Feynman/NCC-66000 * | |||
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* Joseph W. Baker * | |||
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<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Krysa's Experience With the THING</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Kristen Gant 2-14-1996</h4> | |||
Stardate: 80214.1549 (OOXXOO) Happy Valentine's Day!!<br> | |||
MD: 1. 1015<br> | |||
Ens. Blayne Chesterton was sitting in the Counselor's Office, quite happy | |||
with the turn of events. With Krysa being transferred up, she had control of | |||
the counseling office. The post wasn't secure by any means. Starfleet was | |||
well known for changing staff at a moments notice. But she had her fingers | |||
crossed. Perhaps her transfer orders and the orders for a new counselor | |||
would come across the Admiral's desk at the same time. | |||
<Ens. Chesterton to the Shuttle Bay><br> | |||
Blayne jumped at the call. "On my way." Her first chance to prove that she | |||
could be useful. She quickly exited the office telling Crewman Cassey she | |||
would be back later. | |||
Upon arriving in the Shuttle bay she found Lt. Jenn already there ahead of | |||
her. She was a little disappointed that she wouldn't be doing this on her own. | |||
"Blayne, I'm glad you are here. I have to get ready for a banquet soon, so | |||
I'm not going to be able to help you with this one. Do you think you can | |||
handle the counseling end of this investigation?" | |||
Blayne smiled, "Of course, Lt. You can count on me." | |||
"Good. Please just ask if any problems come up that you need help with | |||
okay." With that Jenn turned and left Blayne to her first assignment. | |||
Lt.(j.g) Charles walked up to her. "Ens. Chesterton. We are sure that this | |||
is a murder investigation, so I'm not sure what you can do, but Lt. Jenn | |||
insisted that you be included." | |||
He went on to fill her in on what events had happened. | |||
Scene: Corridor<br> | |||
Krysa headed toward the turbolift. As she walked down the corridor, the | |||
empiness and the silence began to get to her. It had never bothered her | |||
before. She couldn't understand why it did now. | |||
She stopped to listen. There had to be something. Some noise coming from | |||
something. It dawned on her that she didn't even hear the normal empathic | |||
noise she usually did when surrounded by so many living beings on a | |||
starship. It was like there was a hole on the telepathic level. She wondered | |||
if something was wrong. Was she losing the abilities that she had left? | |||
She hurried to the turbolift. "Sickbay," she muttered not liking the | |||
emptiness she was feeling. The turbolift stopped, and she rushed out almost | |||
tripping over a young ensign, on her way out. | |||
"Excuse me," she mumbled. The young man smiled and nodded. He moved to make | |||
room for her to pass, when Krysa felt the familiar rush of human feelings. | |||
She grabbed the ensigns hand, "Wait!" | |||
"Are you alright, Sir?" He asked. | |||
Krysa hugged the poor ensign, who she was sure thought she had gone mad. But | |||
she didn't care. She could still feel them, she hadn't lost it. Then she | |||
sobered slightly wondering what had happened down on the other level. | |||
As if suddenly remembering the man she was hugging, she let him go | |||
embarrassed. "I'm so sorry, ensign. I'm just so glad to feel you!" Regaining | |||
her composure she continued her trek to Sickbay. She thought perhaps she | |||
should still get this checked out. She definately never wanted to experience | |||
that again. | |||
Regards,<br> | |||
Lt. Krysa Jenn<br> | |||
****<br> | |||
NRPG: My thought here is that whatever this thing is it lives on fear, so it | |||
creates an empathic hollow of a sort around it. Krysa, not having full use | |||
of telepathic abilities can't sense it, just the empathic hollow. Okay, I | |||
know there is a bit of a stretch making a distinction between telepathic and | |||
empathic abilities, but I thought it would make things interesting<EG> | |||
Kristen | |||
(AKA - Dr. Janna Swansen, CMO, USS Bismarck, ASR)<br> | |||
(AKA - Lt. Krysa Jenn, Ops/2O, USS Feynman, ASR)<br> | |||
(AKA - Ens. Ainese Kev, CSciO, USS Magellan, WW)<br> | |||
(AKA - Bree, Broken Lands, WW)<br> | |||
(AKA - Darlea & Makayla, Dragon Lands, WW)<br> | |||
(AKA - Dr. Darla Shane, CMO, Starbase 109, UFPI)<br> | |||
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Investigating and Dressing</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Colby D. Beck 2-15-1996</h4> | |||
Scene: Jordan's quarters<br> | |||
Jordan reviewed the PADD containing the results of the investigation so far. | |||
Having someone die on his watch was bad enough but a murder was unheard of. | |||
As he put on that hideous dress uniform, he thought about some things. | |||
"Jordan to Mancuso" | |||
(Mancuso here, go ahead) | |||
"Chief, about this murder. Find out from engineering how many people aboard | |||
the ship could have crossed those wires. Its a long shot, but maybe the | |||
procedure wasn't that easy." | |||
(Aye Aye Sir) | |||
"Jordan to Lt. Williams." | |||
(Williams here) | |||
"Lt. please report to my quarters." | |||
(Now?) | |||
"Yes now." Jordan thought he might like this. | |||
The Marine CO walked into the quarters a few minutes later looking somewhat | |||
quizzidly at Jordan's dress uniform. | |||
"Lt. As you know, the remaining Marines aboard the Feynman have been put | |||
under Security control. That means my control. Now, we've had an incident | |||
in the Carbo Bay. I want you to start a roving patrol of the decks and post | |||
guards outside the critical areas of the ship except the Bridge. Have the | |||
rotation schedule on my desk by the time I'm ready to hit the sack tonight." | |||
"But..." The Jarhead tried to cut in. | |||
"Thats all Lt. I have to go. Dismissed." | |||
Williams stalked out of the room. Jordan did like that. He may actually be | |||
able to handle this first contact now. | |||
Lt.(jg) Jordan Charles<br> | |||
<<NRPG>><br> | |||
Andy: Not sure if Jordan was invited to this shindig, but hes an | |||
ex-boyscout so hes prepared. | |||
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: cdbeck@interaccess.com Merry Man!!" : | |||
: http://homepage.interaccess.com/~cdbeck -Lt. Worf: | |||
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<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Ready to be Diplomatic</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Kristen Gant 2-15-1996</h4> | |||
Stardate: 80215.1421<br> | |||
Scene: Sickbay<br> | |||
MD: 1:1100<br> | |||
Krysa walked into Sickbay and was met by Nurse Tamy. | |||
"Good afternoon, can I help you." she asked. | |||
"I just had a really strange experience and would like to see the doctor | |||
about it." Nurse Tamy explained that Dr. Tok was on the bridge, but that Dr. | |||
T'Kin was available. | |||
Krysa told the Vulcan what had happened to her. With no feeling at all the | |||
Doctor listened to Krysa's story and began to run some neural scans. The | |||
exam took only about 15 minutes. | |||
"There is nothing wrong with you, Lt. I can not explain what happened, nor | |||
can I promise you that it will not happen again. It is most likely related | |||
to your accident during adolesance." | |||
"So why is it just happening now?" | |||
"Perhaps due to the number of telepathic experiences that you have had | |||
recently. You did mention the incident with Lt. Jarren. Possibly you were | |||
overloaded." | |||
"Are you saying I 'shorted out' for a while?" | |||
"Very likely." Said the Vulcan matter of factly. "If you do not have any | |||
other questions, you are free to go. I do not think it will be a problem for | |||
you." | |||
Feeling not quite satisfied, but also not having the time to argue, Krysa | |||
nodded and headed for her quarters to prepare for the banquet. She tried to | |||
put the experience out of her mind, hoping that it wouldn't happen again. | |||
Scene: Transporter Room | |||
Krysa joined the other officers in their dress uniforms in the transporter | |||
room to await the okay for beam out to the other ship. She still enjoyed | |||
diplomatic functions despite the uncomfortable dress uniforms. | |||
Regards,<br> | |||
Lt. Krysa Jenn, Ops/2O<br> | |||
****<br> | |||
NRPG: Lysle, I hope I used T'Kin properly.<br> | |||
Jason, Hope this was a good out for you villian<G> I am glad I didn't screw | |||
anything up for you. | |||
Andy, When do we get to beam over?? | |||
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Kristen and Scott Gant<br> | |||
http://homepage.interaccess.com/~sgant/gant.htm<br> | |||
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<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Transporter Room</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Joseph Baker 2-15-1996</h4> | |||
SD: 80215.1637<br> | |||
Ltjg Jerran stood in the transporter room patiently waiting for the other | |||
officers to arrive in order that they may all beam over to the alien | |||
ship, the RESOLUTE. He was glad to see that Lt. Jenn was one of the | |||
first to arrive, as he would finally have a chance to talk with her about | |||
his recent experiences. | |||
"Lieutenant, could I have a word with you for a moment?" | |||
"Sure, Terri," she said as she stood up on the transporter pad with him. | |||
Jerran gave a look to the transporter chief that told him that this was | |||
to be a private conversation, so the chief took the opportunity to go | |||
check on the pattern buffers. | |||
"What's the matter? You look a little shaken by something?" she said. | |||
He raised an eyebrow and said, "That's funny. I was just about to say | |||
the same thing about you." | |||
"The truth is that I think I've been having some really bad mental | |||
reactions to that little bump I got on my head in the NOGURA. The other | |||
day when I was walking to the holodeck in the stardrive section, I could | |||
have sworn that I felt something, someone, following me. Some sort of a | |||
very strong telepathic presense. And then it happened again today just a | |||
little while ago when I was walking to my quarters. I almost shot at a | |||
crewman who was walking by." | |||
"What kind of telepathic presense do you think this is?" | |||
"I don't know. I just felt something there. Something that wasn't | |||
normal. Now usually, I'm just a touch telepath. It takes something | |||
really strong to get me to sense it over that much distance. Unless, of | |||
course, this is just some sort of halucination brought about by that | |||
accident in the runabout." | |||
Jenn thought for a minute and said, "It just might be related, then." | |||
"What might be related?" asked Jerran. | |||
"I've been having some strange empathic perceptions lately, also. Mine | |||
were more like a hole of some sort where I just couldn't sense anything | |||
at all, not even the usual background emotions of the crew. I almost | |||
thought that I had lost my empathic abilities. Maybe that mind link we | |||
shared on the NOGURA had more of an effect on the two of us than we thought." | |||
Jerran still didn't look convinced as he said, "I don't know. It just | |||
seemed so real. And then there was CPO Norris little accident in the | |||
shuttlebay." | |||
"Do you think they could be connected? That would mean that there is | |||
something on the ship that is capable of murdering one of our crewmen." | |||
Just then, the rest of the officers filed in, their dress uniforms neatly | |||
pressed, moving to step onto the transporter pads with Jerran and Jenn. | |||
<NRPG><br> | |||
Get the straight jackets ready. Krysa and Jerran are ready for the funny | |||
farm ;) | |||
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* I study nuclear science! * jobaker@chuma.cas.usf.edu * | |||
* I love my classes! * jbaker@deans2.cas.usf.edu * | |||
* I've got a crazy teacher, ****************************** | |||
* Who wears dark glasses. * LTJG Jerran Terel * | |||
* Things are goin' great, * Flight Control Officer * | |||
* And they're only gettin' better! * USS Feynman/NCC-66000 * | |||
***************************************************************** | |||
* Joseph W. Baker * | |||
* Physics Major, College of Arts and Sciences * | |||
* University of South Florida * | |||
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<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Ready Room-->Transporter Room</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by | |||
Andrew Catterick 2-16-1996</h4> | |||
SD:80216.0830<br> | |||
MD:1.1240<br> | |||
"Captains log stardate 80216.1240.....<br> | |||
We are preparing to beam over to the RESOLUTE and I must admit | |||
that I am a little nervous at the prospect of conducting the first | |||
diplomatic exchange with beings of another galaxy. Although they seem to | |||
have the best of intentions and are generally interested in setting up | |||
some sort of contacts between our two peoples I know that I am not a | |||
diplomat. I do not have the patience for flowery language and the wink | |||
and nod deal making that goes with it. I am hoping that the officers of | |||
the RESOLUTE, as naval officers, will be of the same feeling, at least | |||
then I will have some time to ease into this before meeting with their | |||
world's leaders and ambassadors. At least I can rely on my second | |||
officer, her diplomatic training as well as her empathic abilities will | |||
be of great service. And of course if worse comes to worse we can | |||
release Dr. Tok on them. Surely they have never experienced converation | |||
with a Bolian! | |||
The investigation into the shuttlebay incident has turned up some | |||
alarming findings but unfortunately little in they way of answers. To be | |||
honest I would rather forgo this banquet and concentrate our efforts on | |||
this problem. But diplomacy takes precedence..... | |||
I am pleased to note that Lieutenant Fobok has been returned to | |||
active duty and will be joining us on the RESOLUTE. I am still in the | |||
dark as to what actually happened to the science officer but the doctor | |||
has assured me it has passed and that is all the answer I need. | |||
Nervousness aside I am looking forward to meeting my counterpart, | |||
much as my officers seem eager to meet theirs. An exchange of this sort | |||
can only benefit each party and I look forward to the technologies and | |||
culture we can share. Perhaps if all goes well we will be able to return | |||
to the Federation with a Cesphalian delegation aboard. Who knows maybe | |||
the admiral would even crack a smile over that one." | |||
_________________________________________________________________________<br> | |||
Scene: Transporter Room<br> | |||
As Zane walked in he couldn't help but smile. They all looked | |||
quite uncomfortable in their dress uniforms. Everyone hated them but | |||
they were never changed. Stepping up to the pad he turned to face the | |||
operator. "Energize." | |||
________________________________________________________________________<br> | |||
Scene: RESOLUTE<br> | |||
As the FEYNMAN officers materialized the first thing they noticed | |||
was the extremely dry, hot air that surrounded him. Zane felt his throat | |||
constrict and his eyes begin to burn. Still he and the officers managed | |||
to display little discomfort as they looked across to the feline officers | |||
waiting their arrival. Tauk strode forward, saluted and gestured for the | |||
FEYNMAN officers to step down. "Welcome to the RESOLUTE officers of the | |||
Federation." | |||
"Thank you captain." Zane replied. "Allow me to introduce my | |||
officers..." For the next few minutes both captains presented their | |||
officers to each other. It was a diplomatic necessity but a laborious one. | |||
""Let me apologize for the harsh environment....we have lowered | |||
the temperature as much as we can safely do but I realize it must still | |||
be very hot for you. You will be pleased to know that my engineer has | |||
managed to redirect air currents in the banquest hall so that your side | |||
of the table will be under the flow of a cooler, moist air. I hope this | |||
will be to your satisfaction." | |||
Zane smiled and nodded politiely to the engineer as he tried to | |||
come up with the proper response to Tauk. Before doing so, however, Tauk | |||
continued. "Captain I hope you will not mind but my officers and I are | |||
not diplomats and if you pardon my saying I don't think you are either. | |||
We are all soldiers let us talk like them and dispense with this | |||
nonsense. Agreed?" | |||
Zane laughed. "Agreed!" | |||
Tauk gestured towards the door. "Shall we." | |||
<<<NRPG>>> | |||
Okay have fun! | |||
Jason: I know there are a few marines floating around that no one will miss. | |||
Andy.-->Who is happy that ASR can distract him from some really bad | |||
essays he is forced to mark. | |||
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Meeting New People</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Colby D. Beck 2-16-1996</h4> | |||
As Jordan materalized on the Resolute, he immediately went into "security" | |||
mode. He was not pleased that the Captain would place himself in a totally | |||
unknown situation. It was bad enough that there was a murder on his watch, | |||
but now the Captain had put himself into a potentially dangerous situation. | |||
Well, he is a security guy, so he can handle himself Jordan hoped. After | |||
all the introductions had been completed, Jordan gravitated toward his | |||
conterpart on board the Resolute. Overall, he was impressed by the size and | |||
power contained in this ship. Jordan knew that in a firefight, the Feynman | |||
may be able to handle one of these ships, if he got a surprise hit in, but | |||
with five ships, he knew the Feynman lived or died at the whim of these | |||
people. That little thought brought chills to Jordan's spine. | |||
"So tell me, what exactly can this ship do?" Jordan asked. | |||
"No no no, no talk about work. This is a party. We must enjoy ourselves | |||
while we can. There will be plenty of time for you to see what this ship | |||
can do." | |||
With that Jordan saw the rest of the assembled crews move down a corridor. | |||
Lt.(jg) Jordan Charles | |||
<<NRPG>><br> | |||
All: Hmm...I wonder what that little comment meant. | |||
Oh..BTW it wasn't Jordan who almost blew the crewman away in the corridor<br> | |||
because of the hibeejibees and our evil little friend.<br> | |||
<pre style="background-color: #303030; color: #ccc7e1;"> | |||
::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: | |||
: Colby D. Beck "I am Not a : | |||
: cdbeck@interaccess.com Merry Man!!" : | |||
: http://homepage.interaccess.com/~cdbeck -Lt. Worf: | |||
::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: | |||
</pre> | |||
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Diplomatic Function</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Joseph Baker 2-17-1996</h4> | |||
SD: 80217.0012<br> | |||
As Lt. Jerran beamed over to the RESOLUTE, the first thing he noticed, | |||
like the rest of the crew, was the intense heat and dryness of the air on | |||
the alien ship. It reminded him of the many times he had visited Vulcan | |||
with his mother and the time that he spent at the Science Academy. | |||
Therefor, he was actually one of the only Starfleet officers there who | |||
wasn't uncomfortable by the atmosphere caused by the life support | |||
systems. He was, however, still quite nervous about the atmosphere of | |||
the diplomatic function itself. | |||
One of the cat-like crewmen came up to him and graciously introduced | |||
himself as the helmsman of the RESOLUTE, a position that Jerran could | |||
definitely relate to. | |||
Jerran was just about to start asking his counterpart about the | |||
navigational systems of these ships, when the other helmsman said, "Oh, | |||
no. Mr. Jerran. Tonight is a night of celebration. We can talk about | |||
ships later." | |||
Jerran was disappointed by the response, but followed the alien helmsman, | |||
whose name was Fiera, to the buffet table, where Lt. Jenn was already | |||
sampling some of the dishes. | |||
"Enjoying yourself, Lt?" asked Fiera. | |||
"Oh, yes," she replied. "You have some of the most interesting culinary | |||
samples that I've been able to try out in a while. Much better than our | |||
own replicated food on the Feynman." | |||
"Ackkk! You eat replicated food?! We would never desicrate our bodies | |||
with such artificial filth!" said the felenoid helmsman, somewhat | |||
insulted by the idea, and definitely more than a little revolted. | |||
Jerran tried to be diplomatic as he said, "We only eat replicated foods | |||
so as to keep our cargo weight down, so that we are able to make more | |||
extended voyages. Our ships just aren't big enough to carry real food." | |||
Fiera walked over to the buffet and put some sort of meat on his plate as | |||
he said, "We gladly saccrifice range for decent food. It's almost | |||
saccrilige for us to anything that isn't fresh. That's why all our | |||
foodstuffs are carried live on our ship." | |||
Jerran and Jenn quickly were able to figure out by the alien helmsman's | |||
next statement that his training was definitely not in diplomacy as he | |||
said, "And that's usually how it's served," popping the food into his | |||
mouth with some disdain. | |||
He then smiled widely, baring a nice set of sharp teeth, to them as he said, | |||
"But, of course, we make certain concesions for guests." | |||
Jerran wasn't sure how he liked the intonation with which Fiera used the | |||
word "guest," and he was just now starting to notice how really warm it | |||
was in the room... | |||
<NRPG> | |||
Anyone ever see the Twilight Zone where some aliens come to Earth to take | |||
some of them back to their home, and they give them a book entitled "How | |||
to Serve Mankind?" which turned out, when translated, to be a cookbook? <EG> | |||
Yeah, I know, real corny, but hey, it's just a suggestion <VEG> | |||
And remember, the temperature isn't so bad. It's the dry heat :) | |||
<pre style="background-color: #303030; color: #ccc7e1;"> | |||
***************************************************************** | |||
* I study nuclear science! * jobaker@chuma.cas.usf.edu * | |||
* I love my classes! * jbaker@deans2.cas.usf.edu * | |||
* I've got a crazy teacher, ****************************** | |||
* Who wears dark glasses. * LTJG Jerran Terel * | |||
* Things are goin' great, * Flight Control Officer * | |||
* And they're only gettin' better! * USS Feynman/NCC-66000 * | |||
***************************************************************** | |||
* Joseph W. Baker * | |||
* Physics Major, College of Arts and Sciences * | |||
* University of South Florida * | |||
***************************************************************** | |||
</pre> | |||
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Resolute</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Max Felsher 2-17-1996</h4> | |||
SD 80217.0130<br> | |||
MD 1.1300<br> | |||
Transporter Room<br> | |||
"An intruder?" Lt. Commander Maril questioned Lt.<jg> Fobok. | |||
"Yes, sir. My son, Matt, just told me about something that...threatened him. | |||
He says it said, 'You will all die.' He isn't making this up, sir. I | |||
performed a mind meld with him. He is telling the truth, sir," Fobok | |||
responded. | |||
"You understand, Lieutenant, that I am Tioth without a weapon unless you get | |||
some more information. However, I will tell Lieutenant Charles to put Security | |||
on further alert." | |||
<<<<Maril's right, B.J. :) There's not much he can do right now. Anyway, this | |||
next portion is after they've beamed onto the Resolute.>>>><br> | |||
Maril, like most of the others, noticed the very hot, dry atmosphere as soon | |||
as they beamed aboard. He soon found his counterpart, the Resolute's | |||
2nd-in-command, a rather thin felinoid with a look of alertness in his eyes. | |||
"Hello, my name is Ixava. And you?" | |||
"Lieutenant Commander Onta Maril. This is a nice ship. Are all of your | |||
ships the same?" | |||
"Why worry about the ships right now? I'm sure you'd like some of this Steci | |||
vulture." | |||
"Well, I think I will venture into the mountains." | |||
The Cesphalian, while appearing to understand, had a look of surprise on his | |||
face. Maril walked over to Commander Zane to talk. | |||
"Zane, have you noticed that the Cesphalians are a little...evasive?" Maril | |||
tried to keep his voice down. | |||
"Yes, but let's give them a chance, Onta," Zane also spoke in a low voice. | |||
"Very well." | |||
<<<<Hmmm...let's see. Pliers, no. Hammer, throw it away. Ahhh, here it is. | |||
The wrench. :) Okay, what would be the best way to throw it into these works. | |||
:D >>>><br> | |||
In another corner, Ixava and Tauk were talking. Suddenly, Ixava shouted, | |||
"That wasn't what we agreed!" | |||
All eyes turned towards the two. "Hahaha. We were just joking around," Tauk | |||
attempted to cover up what had just happened. | |||
The room returned, at least partially, to its former state of talking and | |||
eating. | |||
The sun has met the sea,<br> | |||
Lt. Commander Onta Maril,<br> | |||
First Officer, USS Feynman,<br> | |||
aka Max Felsher<br> | |||
NRPG:<br> | |||
All:Okay, so it wasn't that much of a wrench. But this is probably just the | |||
beginning. :) Oh, those who haven't sent in(or reminded me) your roatation, do | |||
it. If you don't...well, you don't want to know. <evil laug | |||
Jason:Enjoyed the evil shapeshifter. Sorry, I don't have any disposable NPC's | |||
right now(but I could create some. ;) ) | |||
eyes. | |||
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Resolute-->Home</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by | |||
Andrew Catterick 2-18-1996</h4> | |||
SD:80218.1400<br> | |||
MD:1.1400<br> | |||
Scene: RESOLUTE Banquet Room<br> | |||
The banquet had continued for several hours and was, in fact, | |||
beginning to wind down when the interruption from the RESOLUTE's bridge | |||
came over the comm-link. | |||
[Captain we are approaching home sector.] | |||
"Secure from stardrive and follow procedure." Tauk replied. | |||
[I obey.] | |||
Tauk turned to his counterpart. "Well captain, regrettably, it | |||
seems time for this feast to come to an end. There is much my officers | |||
and I must do and I am sure there are things you and you officers must | |||
attend to." | |||
Zane stood, smiling. "I have enjoyed myself here very much but | |||
you are correct. Duty calls." | |||
Tauk summoned his first officer and instructed him to oversee | |||
ship operations while Tauk escorted the FEYNMAN officers to the | |||
transporter room. | |||
________________________________________________________________________<br> | |||
Scene: RESOLUTE transporter room<br> | |||
As the FEYNMAN staff assembled on the pad Tauk turned to the transporter | |||
operator. "It is time for your break. I will handle the transport. | |||
Return in one deca." | |||
The young officer looked at his captain suspiciously. "I obey." | |||
Before the FEYNMAN officers had time to question Tauk's | |||
intentions he had initiated transport. As the officers began to fade | |||
Zane realized he was being held behind. Bounding down from the pad | |||
and wishing he had concealed a weapon as his CSO had suggested he | |||
confronted Tauk. "What is the meaning of this? What have you done with | |||
my officers?" | |||
Tauk raised a hand. "Forgive me captain but there was no other | |||
way. I must speak with you unobserved." He patted the transporter. "Your | |||
officers are safely stored. When I transport you back to your ship they | |||
will materialize with you, not knowing what has transpired." | |||
Zane was confused and said so. | |||
"You maybe in danger captain, I had to warn you." | |||
"Danger from what?" | |||
"From my people." | |||
"Perhaps we better start from the beginning..." | |||
"I agree." Tauk took a deep breath and began... | |||
"This is a galaxy does not have the numbers or diversity of | |||
cultures which your own does. 4000 years ago we determined that there | |||
were no more races to find. The civilization we had built was the only | |||
one that could exist. It was our Golden Age. We were a peaceful race | |||
with no fear of external threats we turned towards the pursuits of culture, | |||
of knowledge. But then the wormhole was found and our worlds changed | |||
forever. We discovered your galaxy and the races it contained. We | |||
hungered for more knowledge. We became explorers. | |||
Up until then we had led a sheltered existence but as the ideas, | |||
and values of your galaxy's races began to filter back to our worlds | |||
things began to change. Some were for our good but just as many became | |||
detrimental to our society. Many argued that the | |||
exploration and contact must stop. This group of isolationists became | |||
very strong eventually rivalling thepower of the central authority. | |||
Inevitably war broke out. It was a terrible war filled with | |||
unspeakable atrocities. It ended our exploration but in so doing so | |||
ended our civilization. We were plunged into a Dark Ages that was to | |||
last for almost 2000 years. | |||
Slowly we began to rebuild, to reclaim what once was. And then | |||
we rediscovered the wormhole. And again the debate raged. It was | |||
reasoned that we had learned from our mistakes that we could not remain | |||
in isolation. We would explore but would do so slowly. We sent out | |||
probes and began to monitor your Federation. It seemed to mirror our own | |||
notions of discovery and peace. Many wanted to contact you, many did | |||
not. Eventually it was agreed that the probe you found would be sent. | |||
A probe that would take centuries to reach you..." | |||
"But we found it too soon." Zane concluded. | |||
"Yes. It was hoped by the time we made contact the isolationist | |||
elements would have lost their support. They have not. They pervade | |||
our society, and I embarassed to say that the navy...my ship...reflects | |||
this. There are many who argue the wormhole should be destroyed. But | |||
now you are here and that complicates things. It is one thing to destroy | |||
the wormhole. It is another to murder. My people are very passionate | |||
and our ancestors were very brutal. After the lessons of the Civil War | |||
we have learned to curb our violent passions but they are there. | |||
And you must be wary of them." | |||
"What of your government? Where do they stand?" Zane asked. | |||
"Our leader favours contact but many of his ministers do not. He | |||
must show that contact does not threaten it helps. You must remember | |||
this in your negotiations. But we have lingered too long I must return | |||
you before some of my officers become suspicious." | |||
______________________________________________________________________<br> | |||
Scene: Transporter Room. USS FEYNMAN<br> | |||
Has soon as the group had fully materialized Zane turned to | |||
Onta. "Commander I want a staff briefing in the Observation Lounge in 20 | |||
minutes." | |||
"Aye sir." | |||
Zane exited the room leaving his surprised officers behind. He | |||
had much to consider. | |||
_______________________________________________________________________<br> | |||
Scene: Observation Lounge<br> | |||
Having filled his officers in on his secret discussion with Tauk | |||
Zane addressed them. "I am quite frankly at a lost and I value your | |||
observations and suggestions on this matter with the Cesephalians and the | |||
unexplained happenings on this ship. We will be arriving at their home | |||
world in 3 hours and I would like a better understanding before we do so." | |||
He turned to face the officer who spoke first." | |||
<<<NRPG>>> | |||
Hmmmm......:) | |||
Andy. | |||
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Some Thoughts on the Monster on the Frieghter</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Kristen Gant 2-19-1996</h4> | |||
Stardate: 80219.0326<br> | |||
Scene: Observation Lounge<br> | |||
"That makes some sense in what I was sensing from them, sir. I sensed that | |||
Tauk really saw our arrival as something good. I felt the same thing from a | |||
few others, including Ceale the Diplomacy Officer. However, some were | |||
cautious of us... and there were a few who were downright hostile. I wasn't | |||
sure what to make of it, but now it makes sense." Lt. Jenn told them. | |||
The Captain nodded. | |||
"Sir, I am curious about the probe now, however. Perhaps the isolationists | |||
got a hold of it to sabotage the exploration efforts." suggested Jordan. | |||
"It looks like they sabotaged themselves. We found them all dead down in the | |||
Cargo hold," grunted Dr. Tok. | |||
"While we don't know for sure what they were carrying, they obviously knew. | |||
From the little bit we got from their computers, we know that they were | |||
terrified of what was down there." agreed Krysa. | |||
"So you think the creature was sent to destroy us, but it got out and | |||
destroyed them?" asked Zane. | |||
"It makes sense." | |||
"Anyone have anything else?" | |||
Regards,<br> | |||
Lt. Krysa Jenn, Ops/2O<br> | |||
**** | |||
NRPG: Just a few thoughts I've been throwing around. I hope you don't mind | |||
me handing them out to your characters. I didn't want Jenn to dominate the | |||
conversation<G> | |||
Kristen<br> | |||
(AKA - Dr. Janna Swansen, CMO, USS Bismarck, ASR)<br> | |||
(AKA - Lt. Krysa Jenn, Ops/2O, USS Feynman, ASR)<br> | |||
(AKA - Ens. Ainese Kev, CSciO, USS Magellan, WW)<br> | |||
(AKA - Bree, Broken Lands, WW)<br> | |||
(AKA - Darlea & Makayla, Dragon Lands, WW)<br> | |||
(AKA - Dr. Darla Shane, CMO, Starbase 109, UFPI)<br> | |||
http://homepage.interaccess.com/~sgant/kris.htm<br> | |||
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Observation Lounge</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Max Felsher 2-19-1996</h4> | |||
SD 80219.1600(GMT)<br> | |||
MD 1.1500<br> | |||
Observation Lounge<br> | |||
"Captain, I advise that we stand by on Yellow Alert, as we do not know if the | |||
Cesphalians will be Beveni with gates opened or closed," Lt. Commander Maril | |||
suggested to Commander Zane. | |||
"I agree, Captain," Lt.<jg> Charles seconded. "We wouldn't stand a chance | |||
against the ships we met at the wormhole, much less their whole fleet. We have | |||
to be ready to get back to the wormhole quickly if we need to. I'd also like | |||
to keep a transporter lock on you and Lieutenant Jenn, Captain." | |||
"Captain, it appeared that many of Tauk's officers were isolationists. Also, | |||
Tauk mentioned that a good deal of the government ministers do not support | |||
meeting with us. It may be that we are fighting a battle against the wind, | |||
sir," Maril observed. | |||
"Captain, I think we should send a shuttlecraft...or something back to the | |||
Federation. I mean, for all they know, we've been destroyed. It would | |||
probably help us, too, since they could send a diplomatic team over here," | |||
Lt.<jg> Jerran suggested. | |||
"Well...." | |||
The sun has met the sea,<br> | |||
Lt. Commander Onta Maril,<br> | |||
First Officer, USS Feynman,<br> | |||
aka Max Felsher<br> | |||
NRPG:<br> | |||
All:I know it's short, but it's my perspective on things right now. I might<br> | |||
add to this later.<br> | |||
Andy:They're all just ideas. :)<br> | |||
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Observation Lounge (Cont.)</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Kristen Gant 2-19-1996</h4> | |||
>"Captain, I think we should send a Shuttlecraft... or something back<br> | |||
>to the Federation. I mean, for all they know, we've been destroyed.<br> | |||
>It would probably help us, too, since they could send a diplomatic<br> | |||
>team over here," Lt.<jg> Jerran suggested.<br> | |||
>"Well...."<br> | |||
>Tok jumped in, "Captain, with all due respect, I fear that sending a<br> | |||
>single shuttle craft back through the wormhole may be dangerous. Not only<br> | |||
>is there a possiblity of hostile encounters on the other side before the<br> | |||
>crew reaches a Starbase, but there is some question as to whether the<br> | |||
>runabout would even hold up under the stress of the wormhole. It<br> | |||
>certainly shook up the Feynman. Furthermore, in my discussions with the<br> | |||
>Cesphalians , I found that I didn't understand everything that they were<br> | |||
>meaning to communicate and I doubt that I did the same. There is no<br> | |||
>telling how they may interpret a runabout heading through the wormhole,<br> | |||
>especially if they are as xenophobic as we believe."<br> | |||
Stardate: 80219.1908<br> | |||
"Sir, I have to agree with Dr. Tok on this one. It seems to me that if we | |||
send back a Shuttlecraft, it could be seen as a threat to the isolationists. | |||
The don't want the Federation nosing around. They might just go ahead and | |||
try to destroy the shuttle." Jenn said, "I think it would be putting the | |||
Shuttlecraft in danger. Along with the rest of us." | |||
"Yes, but we could be in danger anyway... And if Starfleet doesn't know what | |||
happened to us, we could be sitting ducks." Jarren voiced. | |||
"I would think that they will come looking for us. Isn't it likely that | |||
since we found the wormhole another ship would find it as well?" | |||
Regards,<br> | |||
Lt. Krysa Jenn, Ops/2O<br> | |||
****<br> | |||
NRPG: I'm glad I checked my mail, guess I was going to send something very<br> | |||
similar to Lysle's post. So here it is, just a little changed:)<br> | |||
Kristen<br> | |||
(AKA - Dr. Janna Swansen, CMO, USS Bismarck, ASR)<br> | |||
(AKA - Lt. Krysa Jenn, Ops/2O, USS Feynman, ASR)<br> | |||
(AKA - Ens. Ainese Kev, CSciO, USS Magellan, WW)<br> | |||
(AKA - Bree, Broken Lands, WW)<br> | |||
(AKA - Darlea & Makayla, Dragon Lands, WW)<br> | |||
(AKA - Dr. Darla Shane, CMO, Starbase 109, UFPI)<br> | |||
http://homepage.interaccess.com/~sgant/kris.htm<br> | |||
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Observation Lounge (Cont.)</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by | |||
Andrew Catterick 2-19-1996</h4> | |||
SD: 80219.0915<br> | |||
MD: 11430<br> | |||
> Scene: Observation Lounge<br> | |||
> "That makes some sense in what I was sensing from them, sir. I sensed that<br> | |||
> Tauk really saw our arrival as something good. I felt the same thing from a<br> | |||
> few others, including Ceale the Diplomacy Officer. However, some were<br> | |||
> cautious of us... and there were a few who were downright hostile. I wasn't<br> | |||
> sure what to make of it, but now it makes sense." Lt. Jenn told them.<br> | |||
The Captain nodded. "Good. I'm glad you and their diplomacy officer | |||
got along so well. I want you to accompany me to the planet surface to | |||
aid in hte negotiation with the Cesphalian leadership. Your insights, | |||
and empathic abilities will be most helpful helpful." | |||
"Tauk has agreed to give us limited access to his ship's computer | |||
so we can acquaint ourselves better with their culture, history and | |||
diplomacy. Lieutenant, when this meeting ajourns I want you to contact | |||
your counterpart on the RESOLUTE and find out as much as you can from him | |||
and their computer." | |||
"Understood." Jenn replied. | |||
******** | |||
Andy. | |||
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Bridge</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Max Felsher 2-20-1996</h4> | |||
SD 80220.1700(GMT)<br> | |||
MD 1.1700<br> | |||
First Officer's Office<br> | |||
Lt. Commander Maril sat in his office, thinking about what was to be done. | |||
Commander Zane and Lt. Jenn would be transporting to the Cesphalian homeworld | |||
soon. Although Maril wasn't a security officer, he couldn't help being | |||
suspicious. After all, he had almost lost his life to something supposedly | |||
created by the isolationists. He decided to head for the Bridge. As he stepped | |||
in, he realized Lt. Jenn had the shift. | |||
"You may leave," Maril relieved Jenn. "You need to get ready to beam down, | |||
anyway." | |||
"Thank you, Commander." | |||
Maril sat back and looked around. "Lieutenant Fobok, please report to the | |||
Bridge." | |||
[I'm on my way, sir.] | |||
As Lt.<jg> Fobok walked onto the Bridge, Maril asked, "Lieutenant, have you | |||
noticed anything out of the ordinary about the Cesphalians' ships or anything | |||
related?" | |||
"Well, sir, their hulls are composed of rather reflective materials." | |||
Just then, Mancuso called out, "Commander, the Resolute is powering up its | |||
weapons!" | |||
Ein reported, "Sir, the Resolute is hailing us." | |||
"Captain to the Bridge," Maril said over the intercom. "On screen," he | |||
ordered to Mancuso. | |||
Ixava's face appeared. "Now, listen to me, you Federation ship--get out now, | |||
or, or, I'll destroy you!" | |||
"Where is Captain Tauk?" Maril asked. | |||
"That's none of your business. Now, go before I destroy your ship!" | |||
Maril signed to cut the communication. "Options?" | |||
"We have very few, sir," Fobok observed. | |||
The sun has met the sea,<br> | |||
Lt. Commander Onta Maril,<br> | |||
First Officer, USS Feynman,<br> | |||
aka Max Felsher<br> | |||
NRPG:<br> | |||
All:Just moving the plot along. :)<br> | |||
Andy:Didn't know if you wanted Zane to beam down beforehand or not. :)<br> | |||
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Rock and a Hard Place</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Joseph Baker 2-22-1996</h4> | |||
SD: 80222.0117<br> | |||
MD: 1.1710 (?)<br> | |||
Lt. Cmdr. Maril glared at the fleet of ships on the main viewscreen as | |||
they approached the relatively puny USS FEYNMAN. "Hail them again, Mr. | |||
Ein," he said to the AOPS. | |||
"Channel open, sir." | |||
"How dare you threaten us under a flag of truce, when in fact it was your | |||
own people who invited us here!" | |||
The Cesphalian captain looked even angrier as he came back on the screen | |||
and said, "It was not `my people' who invited you here, Commander. You | |||
have been given more than fair warning, now you will be destroyed!" | |||
The FEYNMAN rocked violently as the lead Cesphalian sent in a volley of | |||
energy beams. "Shields down to 75 percent, Commander!" shouted the CSO. | |||
Lt. Koreth got back to his seat from where he was thrown by the shot and | |||
said, "Structural integrity field down to 90 percent." | |||
"Mr. Jerran, get us out of the area, best possible speed." | |||
"Thrusters have been hit, sir, but I'll get us out," said the pilot as he | |||
pulled the ship around a little bit faster than the design specs dictated | |||
as safe, and brought up the impulse drive to full power. | |||
"We can't just leave the Captain and the others, sir!" yelled Mr. Charles. | |||
"We're not leaving anyone behind, Mr. Charles. Mr. Jerran. Plot a warp | |||
jump that will take us around the system, out of the Cesphalian's scanner | |||
range, and then back on the other side. I want you to come back out of | |||
warp as close as possible to the system's primary. We'll then engage the | |||
metaphasic shield and loiter there till we get a chance to come back | |||
after the captain, Lt. Jenn, and Dr. Tok." | |||
By the time the FO was done giving his instructions, the helmsman had | |||
already plotted the course into the nav computer. "Course plotted and | |||
laid in, sir." | |||
Another shot hit the aft shields as Cmdr. Maril said, "Warp 9, engage!" | |||
The warp drive nacelles of the Feynman pivoted into their warp flight | |||
position as the ship shot off into warp speeds. | |||
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* I've got a crazy teacher, ****************************** | |||
* Who wears dark glasses. * LTJG Jerran Terel * | * Who wears dark glasses. * LTJG Jerran Terel * | ||
* Things are goin' great, * Flight Control Officer * | * Things are goin' great, * Flight Control Officer * |
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