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<br> | <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> March 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 MARCH 1996 POSTS: 59</font> | |||
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<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: We're Back</h3> | <h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: We're Back</h3> | ||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Kristen Gant 3-2-1996</h4> | <h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Kristen Gant 3-2-1996</h4> | ||
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| Ensign Jade Sr'qwon Chief Security Officer USS FEYNMAN | | | Ensign Jade Sr'qwon Chief Security Officer USS FEYNMAN | | ||
| Captain Paul Paxwax Fleet Intelligence Officer SILVER FLEET | | | Captain Paul Paxwax Fleet Intelligence Officer SILVER FLEET | | ||
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| Andrew Nugteren Christchurch | | | Andrew Nugteren Christchurch | | ||
| Email: andrewn@southern.co.nz New Zealand | | | Email: andrewn@southern.co.nz New Zealand | | ||
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| Ensign Jade Sr'qwon Chief Security Officer USS FEYNMAN | | | Ensign Jade Sr'qwon Chief Security Officer USS FEYNMAN | | ||
| Captain Paul Paxwax Fleet Intelligence Officer SILVER FLEET | | | Captain Paul Paxwax Fleet Intelligence Officer SILVER FLEET | | ||
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| Andrew Nugteren Christchurch | | | Andrew Nugteren Christchurch | | ||
| Email: andrewn@southern.co.nz New Zealand | | | Email: andrewn@southern.co.nz New Zealand | | ||
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<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Anxious Anticipation</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Andrew Nugteren 3-25-1996</h4> | |||
SD: 80325.2144<br> | |||
Scene: Bridge<br> | |||
MD: 2.0325<br> | |||
>They watched as the ship came on screen. "Who is it?" asked Zane.<br> | |||
><br> | |||
>"Sir!" shouted Jenn. "Our escort has broken off and is heading toward the<br> | |||
>oncoming ship. They are preparing to fire on it."<br> | |||
"Mr. Jade, open a channel to the Furjen vessel and go to Red Alert," Zane | |||
ordered. | |||
"Channel open sir," Jade replied, accompanied in the background by the | |||
wail of the red alert klaxon. | |||
"Furjen vessel, this is Commander Zane, Captain of the USS FEYNMAN. You | |||
will immediately hold your fire and break off pursuit." | |||
Respectfully submitted<br> | |||
Ensign Jade<br> | |||
<<NRPG>><br> | |||
Kristen: Yup... everyone is up I think!!!<br> | |||
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| Ensign Jade Sr'qwon Chief Security Officer USS FEYNMAN | | |||
| 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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<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Let's Get Started</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Max Felsher 3-28-1996</h4> | |||
SD 80328.0100 (GMT)<br> | |||
MD 2.0530<br> | |||
Bridge<br> | |||
Maril surveyed the room, then said someting aside to Zane. Zane nodded in | |||
agreement and Maril started: | |||
"As you all know, most of us are traveling down to Furjen. The Captain has | |||
agreed to remain on the ship. Ensigns Jade and Krazny, you will be beaming | |||
down with the Commissioner to...assist him. Lieutenants Jenn, Fobok and Tok | |||
will beam down to the planet to see the culture, the way of life, Furjen's | |||
mountain to climb. Lastly, Lieutenants Koreth, Jerran, and myself are beaming | |||
down to see almost the opposite things--science, military, technology, and | |||
until the ocean ends. Does everyone understand?" | |||
"Yes," was heard throughout the Bridge. | |||
"Good. Continue with your duties, but everyone who is going down to the | |||
planet should be in Transporter Room 3 by 0700 hours. If not, I may have to | |||
assign you to be with the Commissioner," Maril said, smiling. Then, to Zane he | |||
joked, "I have a feeling no one will be late to the beamdown." | |||
MD 2.0700<br> | |||
Transporter Room 3<br> | |||
Everyone who was beaming down to the surface was there, except for | |||
Commissioner Thessa. Finally, the short-tempered man appeared. | |||
"Commander, what is this I hear? Two ensigns coming with me? This is an | |||
outrage!" he yelled as he entered the transporter room. Seeing Maril, he said | |||
nothing, just raised an eyebrow. | |||
"Comissioner, I assure you these officers are of the highest quality...," | |||
Maril tried to calm him down. | |||
"Uh-huh," was all the Commissioner said. "Energize." He and his party faded | |||
away. Maril motioned for Lt. Jenn, Lt.<jg> Fobok, and Lt.<jg> Tok to step onto | |||
the transporter pad. They too energized, though undoubtably to a different | |||
place. Finally, Maril, Lt. Koreth, and Lt.<jg> Jerran beamed down to the | |||
planet. | |||
Selgo(suburb of Tinn), Furjen | |||
The three officers rematerialized on a quiet street outside a rather large | |||
complex. "If I may, sir, why are we here?" Jerran asked. | |||
"This is one of the leading scientific institutes on Furjen, the North Furjen | |||
University of Sciences. I suggest we go inside," Maril explained. | |||
The sun has met the sea,<br> | |||
Lt. Commander Onta Maril,<br> | |||
First Officer, USS Feynman,<br> | |||
aka Max Felsher<br> | |||
NRPG:<br> | |||
All: Well, you all know where you're going(or you should.) So, what are yiu | |||
waiting for? ;)<br> | |||
Andy(Lone Watchman): Have fun! (Try not to leave us here on Furjen, though.)<br> | |||
Jason, Joseph(Non-Culture): What's going to happen in there?<br> | |||
Kristen, B.J., Lysle(Culture): Do whatever you want...within reason, of course. | |||
:)<br> | |||
Andrew, Charles(Stuck with the Comissioner): Cheer up. The BrOT(and command) | |||
will be a breeze after being with this guy. And remember, no matter how much | |||
you feel like killing him, you can't! :D | |||
Lt. Cmdr. Onta Maril FO USS Feynman<br> | |||
Ens. Siqor CEO USS Tesla<br> | |||
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Ummm, Let's Eat!</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Kristen Gant 3-28-1996</h4> | |||
Stardate: 80328.0319<br> | |||
Scene: Market Square, City of Taung, Furjen<br> | |||
MD: 2:0700<br> | |||
Lt. Jenn watched the transporter room fade into a busy market square. | |||
There were definite signs of a major festival that was in process. | |||
“Where are we Lt.? This looks wonderful.” asked the doctor. | |||
“This should be right up your alley, Dr. Tok. This is the Furjen Feast | |||
of Fertility. It takes place for seven days. They actually celebrate the | |||
festival all over the planet, but I was informed that the festivities in | |||
Taung were the best. And since we’re supposed to be enjoying ourselves | |||
as well, I wanted to start here.” | |||
“A Fertility Festival, how exciting,” exclaimed Tok. | |||
“Shall we be off then. I don’t know about you but I’m starving!” Jenn | |||
headed out with the two following her. She stepped into the first eating | |||
establishment she found. | |||
A large woman approached them as they entered. She had a large smile on | |||
her face, “Oh my, look here. I am so honored that you have chosen to | |||
enjoy your meal here with us this morning. You are from the Federation, | |||
right.” | |||
Krysa nodded, smiling at the friendly woman, “Yes we are, thank you for | |||
your kind welcome. I am Lt. Krysa Jenn, this is Lt. Fobok and this is | |||
Dr. Tixx Tok.” | |||
“I’m so pleased to meet you all. I am Malia Zolkche, owner of this | |||
establishment. Please, this way. You can have our best table.” The | |||
officers followed the woman to a table. Krysa found it hard to believe | |||
that there was a free table in the place as it looked that every table | |||
was full. But true to her word, the woman found them a nice table to sit | |||
at. | |||
“Would you care to join us?” Krysa asked. “I’d love to hear about your | |||
restaurant and the festival.” | |||
“Oh, I’d be so honored. Just a moment.” She turned, “Jasker, I’m going | |||
to sit down with the Federation! Can you take over for me.” The little | |||
man walked up with a big smile on his face. | |||
“Of course, my dear. I’ll even be your server.” he leaned down and | |||
kissed the woman on the cheek before turning to the Feynman officers. | |||
“So what do you think you’d like to try this morning.” | |||
“Whatever is custom.” said Krysa. “You house specialty would be fine. I | |||
love to try new foods.” | |||
“Bring us a little of everything,” said the hostess. She put her hand on | |||
Krysa’s shoulder, “I don’t think this one eats enough... look how thin | |||
she is.” | |||
Tok about fell out of his chair laughing. Fobok was as close to laughing | |||
as Krysa had ever seen him. She just smiled at the woman, “Don’t mind | |||
them, they have no manners.” she turned her gaze on her two crewmates, | |||
giving them a slight glare. | |||
“Can you tell us a little bit about the festival, while we’re waiting?” | |||
asked Krysa. | |||
“Oh, it’s the biggest event here in Taung. The days are filled with food | |||
and friendship. The nights are filled with matters of the heart. It is | |||
extremely good luck to conceive your child during the festival.” | |||
They continued to chat about the festival until Jasker brought them a | |||
tray filled with some appetizing looking fare. Krysa tried a little of | |||
everything and was pleased to report everything was delicious. Malia | |||
commented on how much Krysa had eaten. “You are sure to plump up nicely | |||
now!” she smiled. | |||
Krysa returned her smile and nodded, though knowing that her metabolism | |||
wouldn’t allow that to happen. She was glad of this, though she wouldn’t | |||
tell Malia this. The woman was so happy that she had finally gotten the | |||
small woman to start eating. | |||
Regards,<br> | |||
Lt. Krysa Jenn<br> | |||
****<br> | |||
NRPG: Did you really think Krysa would skip a change at a feast<VBG><br> | |||
Kristen<br> | |||
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Where, Oh Where Has Our Science Officer Gone?</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Kristen Gant 3-28-1996</h4> | |||
Stardate: 80328.2043<br> | |||
Scene: Malia’s restaurant<br> | |||
MD: 2.1200<br> | |||
Krysa had been having a splendid time. First such wonderful food and now | |||
dancing. Two of her most favorite things in the world. She couldn’t | |||
understand why the Commissioner was taking such a hard line with these | |||
people. | |||
Her dance partner was a middle-aged man named Logam. He was teaching her | |||
some wonderful new steps. Tok seemed to be enjoying himself as well. | |||
Malia definitely was. She looked around for Fobok but didn’t see him. | |||
While she was thinking that maybe she had better locate him, Logam | |||
twirled her in a new step. | |||
“What was that?” she asked, laughing. | |||
“Here, I’ll show you.” He did it again, this time a little more slowly. | |||
Krysa followed and after a couple of practices, she was doing it like a | |||
pro. “You’re very good,” the man told her. | |||
“This is fun,” she said. | |||
“So tell me, how many children to you have.” he asked her. | |||
“Me?” asked Krysa, “Oh, I don’t have any children.” | |||
The man frowned slightly, “Oh, I’m sorry. Well, no matter. Maybe after | |||
spending some time at the fertility festival you will. Why I know a | |||
woman who all the young women go to see, whether they are having | |||
problems conceiving or not. She has many a conception to her belt!” | |||
Krysa laughed, “I’ll keep that in mind.” | |||
“If you like I could get you in special, cause she’s a friend of mine. | |||
We want to make a good impression on the federation. Perhaps having one | |||
of thier members conceive during our fertility festival would help.” The | |||
man was grinning from ear to ear. | |||
“Oh, .... well ... ummm ...” Krysa stuttered, a bit taken aback by his | |||
suggestion. “We have slightly different customs where I come from.” | |||
“Oh,” he said, “You don’t put great value on children?” | |||
“We do. But in our culture people usually don’t have children unless it | |||
is within the confines of a stable relationship between a man and a | |||
woman. I am not in that position yet.” | |||
“Our children are raised in stable homes as well. Who their biological | |||
fathers are, isn’t the important part. It’s that they are loved by their | |||
mothers and taken care of by all.” | |||
“I think that’s a wonderful system, Logam.” Krysa smiled. The two | |||
continued to dance as the morning turned into afternoon. Soon Malia was | |||
begging the Feynman’s Operations Officer to eat again. | |||
“Lot’s of food is good for conception!” she was telling the flustered | |||
Lt. She was eating quite a bit as well while keeping her eye on the | |||
squirming doctor. | |||
Jasker, their server from earlier in the evening was smiling happily at | |||
Malia. “She would know too. Our Malia has seven children!” | |||
“That’s wonderful Malia. You know though, we are on an official | |||
assignment from Starfleet ... and we ...” Krysa paused looking to Dr. | |||
Tok for help. | |||
“We need to continue our investigations,” Tok said happily, “Don’t we, | |||
Lt. Fobok?” He turned to find the Vulcan still missing. Krysa also began | |||
looking around. Concern growing on her face. | |||
Regards,<br> | |||
Lt. Krysa Jenn<br> | |||
****<br> | |||
NRPG: Okay so these people really, really like children<G> Now where do<br> | |||
you suppose we will find our missing Science Officer?<br> | |||
Kristen<br> | |||
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: More Science</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Max Felsher 3-30-1996</h4> | |||
SD 80330.0300 (GMT)<br> | |||
MD 2.0730<br> | |||
North Furjen University of Sciences: Transwarp Physics<br> | |||
"Here is where our transwarp experiments are done. It is our proudest | |||
achievement. Come, look, Tenara said." | |||
The three officers looked at and studied the interesting experiments. Jerran | |||
was almost entranced by it all. | |||
"Amazing," he sighed. "This is much faster than what we have." | |||
Maril noticed a scientist approaching Tenara to ask a question. "Do I know | |||
you?" Tenara asked. Maril could see why. The scientist didn't look exactly | |||
like a Furjenian. Not too different, but a little. | |||
"Of course. I work in the microbiology department." That river has been | |||
crossed, Maril thought, relieved. | |||
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 I'll add more sometime later. BTW, what ever<br> | |||
happened to the big election at 0800 hours? FYI, the thing about the scientist<br> | |||
that didn't look quite right was a reminder that the Manarkian operatives are<br> | |||
*everywhere*. ;)<br> | |||
Lt. Cmdr. Onta Maril FO USS Feynman<br> | |||
Ens. Siqor CEO USS Tesla<br> | |||
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: In the Blue Stork Bar</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by | |||
Charles Jencks 3-30-1996</h4> | |||
SD 80330.0745 GMT (as always)... 80329.2345 PST (where I am)<br> | |||
MD 3.0300<br> | |||
With the 'commish' on Furjen... at the Blue Stork Bar<br> | |||
Ensign Krazny had just watched the Commissioner down another 'Comute', as | |||
one of the local drinks was called. Having limited himself to half a glass | |||
of it, Krazny likened it to an old Earth drink called 'rum and Coke'. | |||
Krazny had then decided not to get drunk, and was limiting himself to a | |||
bubbly drink apparently reserved for children, called a 'Kaktovik', which | |||
was clear and citrusy. Jade was sticking to water, and not much of it at | |||
that, and both of them kept eyeing the crowd in the large bar. The far | |||
wall was about twenty meters away, and within that space were at least one | |||
hundred people. Suddenly, a bottle flew over the three Federation | |||
personnel, and shattered the front plate glass window. | |||
Jade put her hand on her holster, and Krazny grabbed the Commissioner. | |||
"Sir, we'd better get out of here." | |||
"No, no, I'm not nearly drunk enough to go back to the ship yet. | |||
Bartender, another please. " | |||
Jade stared at Krazny as he shook his head. "How are we supposed to | |||
protect him if he doesn't listen?" | |||
By now several dozen people were involved in the growing brawl behind | |||
them, and Krazny shook the Commissioner. "Sir, we are leaving." | |||
"Fine. Go." | |||
"No, sir, we are *all* leaving." He physically lifted the Commissioner | |||
from his stool and to his feet, not hard at his height. "Now." | |||
Jade smiled, and began to push a path to the door. A fist flew and slammed | |||
into the commissioner's face, knocking him half-unconscious. Krazny | |||
groaned. "Now I'll have to carry him." The ensign hoisted the dazed | |||
Commissioner to a position where he was slung over the counselor's | |||
shoulder and the two officers headed out the door. | |||
Just as they reached the street, so did the brawl. Now fully three hundred | |||
people were involved, and it had spread into the glassware shop next | |||
door... which had been closed. A glass crane (or something similar to that | |||
Terran bird) flew out and smashed into the head of an arriving planetary | |||
security officer, knocking him to the street. | |||
Krazny now saw that it wasn't just a brawl, it was becoming a riot. | |||
Hundreds of people were now in the street, looting, fighting, and now | |||
burning, as they got to the corner, where a wide boulevard led in one | |||
direction to the President's residence and in the other to the capital | |||
building. Krazny and Jade headed for the capital. | |||
On the way to the capital, they spotted many more rioters, and fires in | |||
the distance lit the boulevard a faint orange. Then they spotted an empty | |||
alley. "Think we should beam up?" Krazny said, still shuffling along with | |||
the half-dazed, half-drunk Commissioner slung over his shoulder, with his | |||
rank pip rubbing against the Commissioner's ribs. | |||
NRPG: Too bad we can't kill him. And this riot might just be a | |||
misunderstanding, or it could be that political upheaval beginning. MT | |||
should be about 2.0300. or 3.0300, whichever... I lost track of which day | |||
it is, but about the same as the last post from the Science Academy team. | |||
BTW Krazny is 1.9 meters tall... so, quite a bit above average... maybe | |||
six inches or so. And he's only 18. | |||
<pre style="font-weight: bold; background-color: #303030; color: #ccc7e1;"> | |||
--------------------------------------------------------------------------- | |||
- Charles Jencks (jencksc@watnxt12.ucr.edu) - | |||
- - | |||
- Student of History, Life, And All Things Remotely Star Trek! - | |||
--------------------------------------------------------------------------- | |||
-----------------------------ASR Charachter List--------------------------- | |||
- Ens Christophe Boulanger, USS MELBOURNE FCO, Blue Fleet - | |||
- Ens K'Zeka'Sl'V"Kia, USS GAUSS FCO, Blue Fleet - | |||
- Ens Krazny Oktyabr, USS FEYNMAN CNS, Silver Fleet - | |||
- Ens Jarin Edisrevir, USS LINCOLN CSO, Red Fleet - | |||
--------------------------------------------------------------------------- | |||
</pre> | |||
If you don't write it down, then it never happened.<br> | |||
- Dr Caroline Ryan, MD, FACS<br> | |||
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Technology Now</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Max Felsher 3-30-1996</h4> | |||
SD 80330.2000 (GMT)<br> | |||
MD 2.1100<br> | |||
Furjen Museum of Technology(Taung)<br> | |||
Maril, Koreth, and Jerran walked along with the tourguide who was showing some | |||
of Furjen's technological acheivements. They had left the NFUS about an hour | |||
ago, and had proceeded to the museum. | |||
"And here is an exhibit on our undersea technology," the tourguide, whose name | |||
was Sonel, explained. "We have developed many habitats that function | |||
at depths of more than five miles and we have explored all of our oceans except | |||
for the very deepest part of the 9.6-mile-deep Getryono Depth. We even have | |||
built three thriving, independent cities in the Axajn Ocean. Here's the next | |||
exhibit...." | |||
They continued on their tour, seeing the Furjen propulsion technology and | |||
their sewer systems. Suddenly, Solen stopped abruptly. He said, for some | |||
reason a little unsure, "This is our laser technology room. It needs to be dark | |||
for better viewing of the lasers." The three walked in, unaware of what they | |||
were walking into. | |||
As Solen explained about the lasers, Maril felt something cold touch the side | |||
of his head. Then someone whispered, "Move and you die." | |||
Lt. Koreth, who was nearest to Maril, saw this action and kicked the phaser(for | |||
that's what it was) out of the attacker's hand. Suddenly, there were attackers | |||
swirling around the three officers. All of them knew how to defend themselves, | |||
but there were at least three assailants for every officer. In the end, Maril, | |||
Jerran, and Koreth found themselves with phasers pointed at them and nowhere to | |||
run. The light came back on, and the three officers could see that there were | |||
never lasers in that room. A man who was apparently the leader stepped | |||
forward. | |||
"Who are you and what do you want?" Maril asked, not wavering in his tone. | |||
"Simple. We are Yintirego. Some call us an ultra-isolationist terrorist | |||
group. We don't see ourselves that way. We just want things to stay the way | |||
they were before all of these alien cultures dirtied us. And, we want the | |||
Federation to deny Furjen membership. If thay accept Furjen, you three won't | |||
live to see your ship again." The leader walked out of the room, followed by | |||
the rest of those who had attacked them. Once they had all left, Lt. Koreth | |||
immediately tried to open the door. | |||
"It's no use. The seals on this door are so tight it would take days to break | |||
through them," he observed grimly. | |||
Maril tapped his communicator. "Maril to Feynman. Do you read? Feynman, come | |||
in. The comm signals must be jammed too," the Tamarian lamented. | |||
"Wait a minute," Jerran said. "Their tecnology is supposed to be about 100 | |||
years behind ours. There has to be some technology that they can't or didn't | |||
stop." | |||
Maril nodded. "Demel going back into the factory," he ordered as they started | |||
to work. | |||
The sun has met the sea,<br> | |||
Lt. Commander Onta Maril,<br> | |||
First Officer, USS Feynman,<br> | |||
aka Max Felsher<br> | |||
NRPG:<br> | |||
All: How's that for pressure? So now, we have a dillemna: do we accept Furjen and | |||
kill the officers or deny Furjen and save the officers? Although I'm sure we'll | |||
think of a solution which has nothing to do with either. :) | |||
Jason, Joseph: How are we going to get out of this? | |||
Lt. Cmdr. Onta Maril FO USS Feynman<br> | |||
Ens. Siqor CEO USS Tesla<br> | |||
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Captain's Log</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by | |||
Andrew Catterick 3-30-1996</h4> | |||
SD:80330.1900<br> | |||
MD3.0330<br> | |||
Scene: Captain's Ready-Room<br> | |||
-------------------------- | |||
Zane sat back in the comfortable low chair that faced the room's | |||
window and gazed down at the planet below. With the entire senior staff, | |||
save himself, gone it had been a completly relaxing day. Taking a sip of | |||
his drink he savoured the quiet. The ship was in peak condition, the | |||
crew was content and the away teams had all reported in that Furjen was | |||
everything it had been reported to be. And, the commissioner was out of | |||
his hair. | |||
Placing the glass on the low table beside him he began his final | |||
duty of the day... | |||
"...Captain's Log stardate 80330.0330.... | |||
After a full day in orbit of the planet Furgen I am pleased to | |||
announce that all is proceeding as hoped. Reports from all personnel | |||
have painted the planet as an excellent prospect for Federation | |||
membership. | |||
Having been granted shore-leave for the entire crew by the | |||
planetary government I am pleased to see all department heads taking them | |||
up on their offer. However, I can't say I'm all that surprised that each | |||
of them have decided to mix 'business with pleasure'. It seems that | |||
while they are all enjoying themselves they are also appraising the | |||
planet and its inhabitants. | |||
Lt. Jenn's party seem to be having the most fun, at least what I | |||
would consider enjoyable. They have attended one of the local festivals | |||
and from what Kyrsa has told me the inhabitants are a warm, caring | |||
bunch. While much of the festivities are steeped in in ancient custom | |||
there may be some medicinal benefits to the rituals in much the same way | |||
of the Vulcan's. I'm sure Starfleet Medical and Sociological teams would | |||
find this of interest. | |||
Lt.Cmdr Maril's party while claiming to be enjoying themselves | |||
immensely have confined themselves to view some of the technological | |||
achievements of the Furjen. While I can understand the interest to the | |||
officers in question I'd have to say that my heart is in the festivals. | |||
Perhaps when some of the senior staff return I may get a chance for a | |||
quick visit. | |||
As with the 'cultural brigade' Maril's party seem to have found | |||
several items of interest. Of note is the Furjen foray into Transwarp | |||
technology. Long abandoned by Starfleet as impractical, Lt. Koreth has | |||
given me a brief outline of how the Furjen have managed to solve some of | |||
the main problem's that plagued Captain Stiles and the old Excelisor | |||
experiments. If the technology is half as promising as my CEO thinks the | |||
Furjen may have a breakthrough on their hands. They have hinted that | |||
they need a starship for further testing. I have forwarded the | |||
information back to EPSILON along with the request that should the planet | |||
gain addmission, and should the technology seem feasible, that the | |||
FEYNMAN be allowed to return in aid of the final tests. | |||
Finally, Ensigns Sr'Qwon and Krazny have the unenviable task of | |||
escorting the commissioner around. As the offical ceremonies and | |||
interviews do not begin until after the coming elections they are not | |||
necessarily 'on business'. The commissioner has decided to experience | |||
the Furjen nightlife and Onta has wisely detailed the CSO and CNS to | |||
accompany him. | |||
I was a little concerned to hear that they had found themselves | |||
in the midst of a riot but am happy to report that they were neither the | |||
cause nor the root. They maintained their professionalism in front of | |||
such potential danger. I am also happy to relay Sr'qwon's preliminary | |||
report as to how the local authorities contained the riot, which was | |||
really just a bar-room brawl reminescent of EPSILON'S Wall. Local | |||
militia units arrived quickly and dispersed the group with miminal force | |||
using nothing more lethal than water-cannons. | |||
Closer to home, the Ferengi vessel we encountered yesterday has | |||
entered orbit. After receiving a standard customs inspection without | |||
incident. The trading vessel began to download its cargo. It appears to | |||
be fully loaded and after six hours it is still transporting its | |||
freight. As expected the cargo is being received by one of our escorts | |||
chief competitors. It seems that while they may be a little overzealous | |||
they are firmly rooted in free enterprise. | |||
<<<NRPG>>> | |||
Hi all. Just fitting Zane into the overall scheme as well as providing | |||
his views on what has transpired so far.... | |||
As the time for Maril to report in has not arrived Zane is still unaware | |||
that something is amiss. Have fun! | |||
You will be happy to know (or perhaps scared for me!) that I am offically | |||
logged in as the FEYNMAN'S rep on the RT. So please light a candle on my | |||
behalf! <EG> | |||
If you are interested, and I hope you are, there is a section dealing | |||
with the RT on the ASR webpage. Any questions or comments regarding the | |||
RT please let me know..... | |||
regards,<br> | |||
Andy<br> | |||
-CMDR Zane, Commanding, USS FEYNMAN<br> | |||
-LT.CMDR Nigel Brock, Instructor, Holodeck 18<br> | |||
-LT.CMDR Tarsa Rogers, Executive Officer, USS GAUSS<br> | |||
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Captain's Ready-Room</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by | |||
Andrew Catterick 3-31-1996</h4> | |||
> SD 80331.2030<br> | |||
> MD 3.0400<br> | |||
> Scene: Captain's Ready-room<br> | |||
><br> | |||
> "He'll probably have time for that. Look, the locals have asked us to<br> | |||
> provide observers for the election. You'll be leaving for the main<br> | |||
> ballot-counting facility in the capital city in six hours, two hours after<br> | |||
> the polls open. The Commissioner has been asked for, so if he's in any<br> | |||
> condition to leave Sickbay, he goes."<br> | |||
> | |||
> "Yes, sir."<br> | |||
> | |||
"Ah sir...." Ensign Sr'qwon seemed quite uncomfortable. | |||
"Yes ensign?" | |||
"I think there may be something going on with the planetary | |||
election and well..." | |||
Zane frowned. "Spit it out ensign." | |||
"....Well sir, I think the commissioner may be involved." | |||
Zane stood, his frown deepening. This was all he needed an | |||
over-zealous CSO who was seeing conspiracy on the third day of his first | |||
mission. "That's a very serious charge ensign. Are you aware of the | |||
exemplary career of the commissioner?" Zane tried to keep the lecturing | |||
tone out of his voice. "What do you base this on?" | |||
The CSO with referral to the counselor told Zane of the terrorist | |||
acts and the comissioner's reaction and then the rather surprising | |||
conversation with the president. | |||
Zane remained silent for a few moments considering the incident | |||
Sr'qwon had just described. "Good work! I find it hard to believe | |||
that something like this could involve the commissioner but I | |||
agree with your suspicions." Zane paused. "And it explains the request | |||
for election observers." | |||
Returning to his chair he looked up to the two officers. | |||
"Continue with your assignment of escorting the commissioner and do not | |||
impede his actions in any way. Officially nothing changes but I want you | |||
to keep this incident in the back of your mind." | |||
> "I suggest you two get some rest. Be back here at 0800. You beam down at<br> | |||
> 1000."<br> | |||
><br> | |||
<<<NRPG>>><br> | |||
Just tying some threads... | |||
ALL: Just to keep all the threads in line we'll say that 0800 is the<br> | |||
designated time to report in so Max and Jenn I'll hear from your<br> | |||
two parties (or not if your still lost) at that time and we can<br> | |||
decide how to continue from there.<br> | |||
Charles: Did you miss my last post and Andrew's?<br> | |||
respectfully submitted,<br> | |||
Andy | |||
-CMDR Zane, Commanding, USS FEYNMAN<br> | |||
-LT.CMDR Nigel Brock, Instructor, Holodeck 18<br> | |||
-LT.CMDR Tarsa Rogers, Executive Officer, USS GAUSS<br> |
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