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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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Andy.-->Who is happy that ASR can distract him from some really bad | Andy.-->Who is happy that ASR can distract him from some really bad | ||
essays he is forced to mark. | 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> | |||
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: Colby D. Beck "I am Not a : | |||
: 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: Diplomatic Function</h3> | <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> | <h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Joseph Baker 2-17-1996</h4> | ||
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right now(but I could create some. ;) ) | right now(but I could create some. ;) ) | ||
eyes. | 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 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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