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<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Detective Work</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Andrew Nugteren 4-4-1996</h4> | |||
SD: 80404.0030<br> | |||
Scene: Furjen City<br> | |||
MD: 3.1200<br> | |||
Jade had been wandering around the city for several hours now trying to | |||
find information... any information that could provide solid evidence that | |||
would stand up before a Federation court of law. She was a bit disappointed | |||
that Krazny had decided not to join her, but she understood his reasons. | |||
Having served in Starfleet before probably made one a little more confident | |||
to take risks and their consequences. Technically speaking, she wasn't | |||
disobeying orders anyway. She remembered back to what Zane had said back on | |||
the FEYNMAN. | |||
>"...Look, the locals have asked us to provide observers for the election. | |||
>You'll be leaving for the main ballot-counting facility in the capital city in | |||
>six hours, two hours after the polls open. The Commissioner has been asked | |||
for, | |||
>so if he's in any condition to leave Sickbay, he goes..." | |||
The Feynman *had* provided observers as requested and both Jade and | |||
Krazny *had* reported to the main ballot-counting facilitiy, and she *had* | |||
even observed the counting, something not expressly spelt out in her orders. | |||
Cmdr Zane had also asked them to keep an eye on the Commissioner and Krazny | |||
was indeed looking care of that responsibility more than adequately. Now | |||
that her orders had been fulfilled, the more pressing need was to get to the | |||
bottom of the situation at hand that seemed to be developing deeeper and | |||
deeper every hour. | |||
Noticing a Ferengi standing out in the crowd, Jade held back a gasp as | |||
she recognised the face to be that of rebel Ferengi Captain Par Lenor. Back | |||
when Nehelik had been Ambassador on Ferengi, Lenor had been an active | |||
opponent of the treaty between the Federation and the Ferengi which had | |||
culminated in the desertation of a Ferengi Marauder to his cause as well as | |||
several trading vessels. He had quit the system presumably to set up | |||
headquarters in some other part of the quadrant and now here he was on | |||
Furjen. His opposition to the Federation 10 years ago implied immediately | |||
to Jade that Lenor was somehow involved in the scheme of things on Furjen so | |||
dropping back somewhat, she began to follow him along the street. | |||
Several blocks later he paused, and then turned and entered a building | |||
who's markings showed it to be one of Furjen's Trading Delegations. The | |||
building was dwarfed in comparison to the massive warehouse structure behind | |||
it. Remembering what Commander Zane had said about the Ferengi beaming | |||
their cargo down to Furjen, she decided at an impulse that the cargo would | |||
be where Lenor was heading. | |||
Moving quickly and silently along the side of the building, as only a | |||
PAT-trained security officer could, she kept her eyes pealed for a discreet | |||
entrance into the warehouse. A ventilation grill caught her gaze and with a | |||
delicate motion she had removed the grill and still holding it in one hand, | |||
jumped up and crawled into the shaft. An open ventilation shaft would | |||
arouse any intelligent persons attention she rightfully concluded so | |||
carefully pulled the grill back over the end of the shaft in a secure | |||
fashion and then began to crawl along in the semi-darkness. | |||
Only several metres down she felt the first downward grill and peering | |||
through it, noted fairly pleased that it exited into an empty room who's | |||
purpose she couldn't derive. Working her fingers around the grill, this | |||
time with some difficulty, she hauled it up and dropped to the floor below. | |||
Replacing it this time would be all but impossible, so she made no attempt | |||
to cover her entrance. | |||
From the clean coveralls in neat piles on the nearby bench, Jade | |||
concluded that the room was most probably changing room for the Furjenian | |||
workers in the warehouse. It also struck her at almost the same moment that | |||
her presence would be far too obvious in Starfleet attire, so quickly she | |||
donned a pair of blue coveralls over her uniform and looked in the mirror. | |||
*There* she said to herself. *Passable on first glance, but it wouldn't | |||
stand up to a close inspection.* | |||
She moved toward the doors and exited out into the warehouse. | |||
Respectfully submitted<br> | |||
Ensign Jade Sr'qwon<br> | |||
<<NRPG>> | |||
Seeing everyone seems to be picking on me, I thought I just *had* to use the | |||
first few lines of my post to justify leaving the vote counting facility by | |||
pointing out that I'm *not* technically disobeying orders!!! | |||
btw, did I ever tell you how Ensigns Zane and Paxwax once conspired together | |||
in an attempt to hijack the Feynman off Epsilon :) | |||
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| Ensign Jade Sr'qwon Chief Security Officer USS FEYNMAN | | |||
| Lt.Colonel Chris Williams Instructor - Holodeck 11 ARMSTRONG LB | | |||
| Captain Paul Paxwax Fleet Intelligence Officer SILVER FLEET | | |||
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| Andrew Nugteren Christchurch | | |||
| Email: andrewn@southern.co.nz New Zealand | | |||
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