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<center><font style="font-size: 50px; font-stretch: expanded; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: 800; text-shadow: 4px 4px 4px black;">U.S.S. ''FEYNMAN'' NCC-66000<br> January 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 JANUARY 1996 POSTS: 49</font> | |||
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<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Short post for your friendly Ship's Counselor</h3> | <h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Short post for your friendly Ship's Counselor</h3> | ||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Kristen Gant 1-1-1996</h4> | <h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Kristen Gant 1-1-1996</h4> | ||
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Andy, Colby:Wasn't sure about who was actually in the Command Center, but just | Andy, Colby:Wasn't sure about who was actually in the Command Center, but just | ||
said Zane as he was the higher-ranking officer.<br> | said Zane as he was the higher-ranking officer.<br> | ||
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Research Lab (Continued)</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by | |||
B.J. Baye 1-30-1996</h4> | |||
Fobok followed the order, and ran out, even though he was still weak, with | |||
the exobiologist. He then ran as fast as he could toward where Zane was, in | |||
the CIC. It took him a few moments of searching, but he finally found it | |||
using the tricorder and the signal from Zane's communicator. | |||
Scene: Moon base, CIC | |||
He then ran in, and handed him the cure, "Sir, this is it..but we've got to | |||
go back there..or even just me. The containment field around the viruses | |||
failed, Commander Maril's still back there.." | |||
He then stood waiting for orders. | |||
NRPG: I know this is short..but my imagination really isn't the best today..:)..<br> | |||
B.J. Baye<br> | |||
bjbaye@bconnex.net<br> | |||
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Where'd We Park that Starship?</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Joseph Baker 1-30-1996</h4> | |||
SD: 80130.2300<br> | |||
MD: 1.1415<br> | |||
Jerran wasn't too surprised when Jenn told him that the FEYNMAN wasn't on | |||
their sensors. They had been heavily damaged in the asteroid belt, and | |||
the FEYNMAN's anti-reflective coating would make it almost invisible to | |||
the NOGURA's impaired sensors. Jerran was surprised, however, when they | |||
received the hail. | |||
<Prepare yourselves. The end is near.> | |||
It was omnious and foreboading enough, but Jerran only found it amusing | |||
as he had though there wasn't supposed to be any intelligent life in this | |||
part of space. | |||
He looked over at Jenn and said, "I guess we'd better send a response." | |||
She tapped the comm panel on her console and said, "You're on." | |||
He raised an eyebrow, obviously not wanting to be the one to talk, but | |||
deciding that seeing as though he was supposed to be in charge of this | |||
part of the mission, that it would be his responsibility. | |||
"This is Ensign Jerran Terel of the Federation Starship FEYNMAN. We are | |||
here on..." | |||
Before he could finish, he was interrupted by the same ominous message, | |||
<Prepare yourselves. The end is near.> | |||
He stopped talking and Jenn shut off the communications. "It's some sort | |||
of a recorded message," he said. | |||
Jenn nodded and said, "Maybe that in conjunction with those energy ships | |||
we ran into were put into the system as some sort of automated security | |||
system to keep prying ships out of the area." | |||
"Can you trace the source of the transmission?" | |||
Jenn tapped at her panel saying, "I'll try. It seems like the comm system | |||
was the only think that I didn't destroy in the crash." | |||
Jerran grinned sardonically and said, "You'll just have to try harder | |||
next time, then." | |||
She gave him a playfully mean look and said, "Here it is. The | |||
transmission iminated from the moon base where Commander Zane's away team | |||
went." | |||
"Well, we aren't going to be able to find the FEYNMAN without sensors and | |||
with our communications channels being jammed, so I guess we should just | |||
make way towards the moon and check up on Commander Zane." | |||
"Who knows," Jenn said, trying to sound reassured, "maybe the FEYNMAN's | |||
waiting there for us." | |||
The ship groaned slightly in protest as Jerran brought the impulse drive | |||
slowly up to full power, heading towards the moon. As his head started | |||
punding again from the wound, he knew exactly how it was feeling. The | |||
drugs must have been wearing off, but he wasn't about to tell Krysa | |||
that. He erected a small mental shield, just enough to hide the pain, | |||
but not enough that she might get suspisious that he was blocking her | |||
again, and went on flying the NOGURA. | |||
<NRPG> | |||
Kristen: I figure it'll take about 20 minutes to get to the moon from the | |||
asteroid belt. I was thinking that we might find the FEYNMAN on the way | |||
there, maybe in the middle of a battle with one of those energy ships. | |||
Do what you want, though :) Oh, and BTW, thanks for rebouncing your last | |||
post. My mail server must have been on the fritz, or something :P | |||
Respectfully Submitted,<br> | |||
Ensign Jerran Terel<br> | |||
<pre style="background-color: #303030; color: #ccc7e1;"> | |||
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* Daisemi'in rhhaensuriuu * Of the chief parts of the Ruling * | |||
* meillunsiateve * Passion, only this can be truly * | |||
* rh'e Mnhei'sahe yie ahr'en: * said: * | |||
* Mnahe afw'ein quii; * Hate has a reason for everything, * | |||
* rh'e hweithnaef * But love is unreasonable. * | |||
* mrht Hes'he ehl'ein quii. * | |||
************************************************************************* | |||
* 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: Away Team. CIC-Moonbase</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by | |||
Andrew Catterick 1-30-1996</h4> | |||
SD:80130.0930<br> | |||
MD:1.1430<br> | |||
Scene: Command Centre, Moonbase<br> | |||
Zane and the historian, Ensign McGivers entered the last | |||
unexplored room on the level. The entrance way was somewhat removed | |||
from the others and, unlike everywhere else they had been, was preceded by | |||
a 20 foot corridor that was exposed to the moon rock. As they entered | |||
the differences continued. | |||
Zane slowly turned to look at all the equipment. "Ensign, this | |||
is much different than everything else we have seen thus far. Suggestions?" | |||
"I have come across this technology before. It is definitly not | |||
the same as the rest of the moonbase." | |||
"Do you know whose it may be?" Zane asked. | |||
"I could not say which race, specifically, but it is difinitly an | |||
offshoot of a larger 'parent' civilization, the Briglen." McGivers | |||
replied as she scanned her tricoder over any writing she could find. | |||
"The Briglen? I'm not sure I ever heard of them." Zane asked as | |||
he went from display screen to display screen trying to decipher what he | |||
was seeing. | |||
"The Briglenian League existed about 500,000 to 600,000 years ago | |||
and at its highpoint is believed to have been about half the size of the | |||
Federation. We don't know if they died out, were conquered, assimilated | |||
by other cultures or even if they still exist. Unfortunately we have | |||
never discovered a Briglen world. We have found numerous outposts and | |||
observatories such as this one and from there have been able to determine | |||
the rest." | |||
Zane was a little confused. "Are you saying this room is all | |||
they built here? Why?" | |||
"Yes, it seemed the Briglen were explorers much as ourselves. | |||
Like us when they found an inhabited planet below a certain level | |||
they would set up a covert base to monitor it. We have found bases of | |||
this nature throughout the Federation, and the Romulan and Klingon Empires." | |||
"So whoever built this moonbase was being quietly watched by the | |||
Briglen and they happened to stumble across this room. Ensign, the | |||
equipment in this base can't be anymore than 1000 to 1500 years old." | |||
"Yes sir it is a miraculous find." McGiver's replied enthusiastically. | |||
"Well then, are we able to decipher their writings?" | |||
"I believe so sir. If you could just access the computer from | |||
that workstation there I will feed a translation program into the | |||
mainframe here." | |||
Zane sat where he was directed and stared at the screen for a few | |||
seconds. Deciding that the middle box on the screen was the proper one. | |||
He touched it lightly with his finger. Nothing. Undaunted he tried | |||
another and was met with the same fate. A few more tries. "Uh, Ensign..." | |||
"Oh sorry sir." McGivers replied smiling "You have to use those | |||
buttons in front of you, the keyboard, until I feed the program in. | |||
After that we can hook the tricorder right into it and use it as an | |||
interface." | |||
Zane looked down, cracking his knuckles. "Keyboard. How quaint." | |||
<<<NRPG>>><br> | |||
Nogura: I hope you two didn't take the runabout out there just to | |||
wreck it. Weren't you on a surveying mission trying to chase | |||
down something interesting. You better find something good | |||
to help explain all the damage you've done.<BEG><br> | |||
Away Team:Enjoying our excursion. Loved the virus idea. The Andromeda | |||
Strain of the 24th century!<br> | |||
FEYNMAN:Ominous forboding!<br> | |||
respectfully submitted,<br> | |||
LT.CMDR Zane<br> | |||
<pre style="background-color: #303030; color: #ccc7e1;"> | |||
========================================================================== | |||
==== LT.Tarsa Rogers CEO USS TESLA ==== | |||
==== LT.CMDR Zane XO/FO USS FEYNMAN ==== | |||
==== LT.CMDR Nigel Brock ALB INSTRUCTOR HOLODECK 18 ==== | |||
========================================================================== | |||
==== Andy Catterick St. Catharines, Ontario ==== | |||
==== acatteri@freenet.npiec.on.ca Canada ==== | |||
========================================================================== | |||
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<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Out of the Asteroid Belt and Into the...</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Kristen Gant 1-30-1996</h4> | |||
Stardate: 80130.1458<br> | |||
Scene: Runabout Nogura<br> | |||
MD: 1.1400<br> | |||
Krysa wasn’t happy about Ens. Jarren’s latest idea. However, if they | |||
didn’t try it they would definitely be destroyed when the two asteroid’s | |||
collided. She wished there was another solution, but there wasn’t any | |||
time to come up with one. | |||
“Okay, just do it then. Don’t let me think about it anymore.” | |||
Jarren set to work deciding on the right mix of anti-matter and | |||
deuterium fuel. “Hold on.” he said as fingers began to dance across the | |||
panel in front of him. The runabout rocked and shook until Krysa | |||
thought it was going to come apart at the seams. “Ha!” shouted Jarren. | |||
“We’ve done it! Here we go...” | |||
The runabout lifted of the surface of the asteroid and headed out into | |||
the asteroid field. Jarren again set to work dodging asteroids, and | |||
within a few minutes they were out of the asteroid belt. | |||
“Signal the FEYNMAN. Tell them we are coming in.” | |||
She tried to call up the FEYNMAN. After a moment of hailing, Jenn looked | |||
at Jerran and said, "I still can't get through." She looked at her | |||
sensors, scanning for the Starship. I can’t find the ship. Where did | |||
they go?” | |||
She continued to search with sensors for the missing ship. “I know they | |||
weren’t jus.... Uh, Terri... we are being hailed... It is on a very | |||
strange frequency.” | |||
Jarren looked over at Jenn’s panel. “Who’s hailing us?” | |||
“I don’t know. There aren’t any ships on sensors.” She paused. “Well, | |||
only one way to tell..” Krysa turned back to her console and began | |||
hitting buttons. | |||
<Prepare yourselves, the end is near.> | |||
Regards, | |||
Lt.(j.g.) Krysa Jenn | |||
**** | |||
NRPG: okay, okay, so it’s corny<G> But there is definatley something out | |||
there with a morbid sense of humor. (ie. Jason’s post this am<G>) | |||
Kristen | |||
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Arrival to the Moon</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Kristen Gant 1-31-1996</h4> | |||
Stardate: 80131.1253<br> | |||
Scene: Runabout Nogura<br> | |||
MD: 1.1435<br> | |||
The runabout had reached the moon and Jarren was putting her into orbit. | |||
Jarren looked at her. “We need to think about this. Let’s see if we can | |||
put something’s together.” | |||
“You’re right. I have been doing some thinking since we got that | |||
recorded message. If what we encountered was an automated security | |||
system, why is it only attacking us in the asteroid belt. Why isn’t it | |||
attacking us now?” | |||
“You have an idea?” Jarren asked | |||
“Well, only that maybe the moon base is a part of the security system. | |||
In other words, a lure to keep intruders away from the real ‘prize’. | |||
Maybe what is actually being protected, is *in* the asteroid belt.” | |||
“Interesting theory. Try hailing the Feynman” | |||
Krysa nodded, and turned back to her panel, “Still no sign of the | |||
Feynman. I’m going to hail the away team.” Krysa began trying to hail | |||
them. “Runabout Nogura to Away Team, do you read me?” | |||
[Zane here. Where are you?] | |||
“We are in orbit around the moon, Sir. There is no sign of the Feynman, | |||
but we are pretty badly damaged, so sensors might not be working. | |||
However, they aren’t answering any hails either.” | |||
Regards,<br> | |||
Lt.(j.g.) Krysa Jenn<br> | |||
<br> | |||
NRPG: I really didn’t know what was up with the FEYNMAN, so I didn’t | |||
want to make them close if they weren’t. But they could pop up at | |||
anytime.... I mean our sensors are pretty badly damaged.<G> Of course | |||
that couldn’t be Krysa’s fault could it?? | |||
Joe, I don’t know what you want to do now. Either wait for Andy to post | |||
something from Zane, or what. I think it might be time to start pooling | |||
some info though. At any rate, I pass along the “ball”<G> | |||
Kristen | |||
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Away Team: Moon Base</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by | |||
Andrew Catterick 1-31-1996</h4> | |||
SD:80131.2200<br> | |||
MD:1.1430<br> | |||
Scene: Command and Information Centre, Fobok running in...<br> | |||
> He then ran in, and handed him the cure, "Sir, this is it..but we've got to go back there..or even just me. The containment field > around the viruses failed, Commander Maril's still back there.." | |||
> He then stood waiting for orders. | |||
Zane hit his commbadge. "Zane to Charles meet me at the research | |||
lab immediately." He turned to McGivers "Stay here and gather as much | |||
information as possible. Fobok your with me." The two officers rushed | |||
from the room, hoping they would be in time to save Maril. | |||
<nowiki>*********************************************************************</nowiki> | |||
<br> | |||
Scene:Outside Research Lab | |||
The two officers arrived in time to see the CSO pulling the | |||
unconscious OPS officer from the room. | |||
"Report." Zane ordered as Fobok crouched beside Maril, running | |||
his tricorder over him. | |||
"I got here about 30 seconds ago and found Commander Maril lying | |||
in the middle of the room. I pulled him out and you arrived." | |||
Fobok stood and ran the tricorder quickly over Jordon. "You seem | |||
to be in good health lieutenant." | |||
"And Maril." Zane asked. | |||
"There is nothing I can do for him here. We must get him back to | |||
the ship." | |||
"Zane to FEYNMAN...Zane to FEYNMAN...Come in FEYNMAN we have a | |||
medical emergency." Zane turned to the other officers. "It seems we | |||
have another problem." | |||
"Perhaps if return to the surface where we originally beamed down | |||
we would have a better chance of being heard." Fobok suggested. | |||
"Good idea. Lieutenant Charles, return to the CIC and aid | |||
McGivers. We'll return there as soon as possible." | |||
<nowiki>*******************************************************************</nowiki> | |||
<br> | |||
Scene: Moonbase, beam-down point. | |||
As the small group emerged from the elevator Zane's commbadge | |||
came to life. [Nogura to Away Team.] | |||
Smiling with relief at Fobok he replied. "Zane here go ahead." | |||
For the next few seconds both filled each other in on their | |||
current status. As was quickly becoming the norm things were growing | |||
much worse. "Do you have enough power to transport Maril up to the | |||
Nogura?" Zane asked. | |||
[Affirmative.] the counselor replied. | |||
"Good. You have more medical equipment then us. Energize." | |||
<<<NRPG>>> | |||
Just a short one to patch a few things together. I have no idea where | |||
any of this is going but I'm looking forward to finding out. It seems we | |||
have 1)a missing starship 2)an almost powerless runabout 3)an ominous | |||
force 4)an ancient moonbase 5)a secret observatory from an ancient but | |||
advanced race spying on the moonbase 6) an infected second officer | |||
Hmmmmm. Where do we go from here:) | |||
Respectfully submitted,<br> | |||
LT.CMDR Zane | |||
<pre style="background-color: #303030; color: #ccc7e1;"> | |||
========================================================================== | |||
==== LT.Tarsa Rogers CEO USS TESLA ==== | |||
==== LT.CMDR Zane XO/FO USS FEYNMAN ====R | |||
==== LT.CMDR Nigel Brock ALB INSTRUCTOR HOLODECK 18 ==== | |||
========================================================================== | |||
==== Andy Catterick St. Catharines, Ontario ==== | |||
==== acatteri@freenet.npiec.on.ca Canada ==== | |||
========================================================================== | |||
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