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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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<font style="font-size: large; font-stretch: expanded; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">TOTAL FEBRUARY 1996 POSTS: 61</font> | |||
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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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<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Shuttlebay</h3> | <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> | <h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Joseph Baker 2-14-1996</h4> | ||
SD: 80214.2223 | SD: 80214.2223<br> | ||
Jerran got up from his flight console as soon as Ensign Cartwright | 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 | arrived to take his place so that he could go down to the shuttledeck to | ||
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Get the straight jackets ready. Krysa and Jerran are ready for the funny | Get the straight jackets ready. Krysa and Jerran are ready for the funny | ||
farm ;) | 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 * | |||
***************************************************************** | |||
</pre> | |||
<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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