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[[Category:Bureau of Information]][[Category:Task Forces/Unit Portals]][[Category:STAR FLEET: PRIME]][[Category:Silver Fleet]][[Category:Task Force Zinderneuf]][[Category:USS FEYNMAN]] | [[Category:Bureau of Information]][[Category:Task Forces/Unit Portals]][[Category:STAR FLEET: PRIME]][[Category:Silver Fleet]][[Category:Task Force Zinderneuf]][[Category:USS FEYNMAN]] | ||
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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> | ||
<div style="float:right; margin-top: 25px; padding-right: 200px;">[[Image:FEYNMAN PATCH DRAFT2.png| | <div style="float:right; margin-top: 25px; padding-right: 200px;">[[Image:FEYNMAN PATCH DRAFT2.png|450px|FEYNMAN Shoulder Patch|center]]</div> | ||
<font style="font-size: large; font-stretch: expanded; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">TOTAL MARCH 1996 POSTS: 59</font> | |||
<font style="font-size: large; font-stretch: expanded; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">TOTAL MARCH 1996 POSTS: | |||
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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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Charles Jencks 3-30-1996</h4> | Charles Jencks 3-30-1996</h4> | ||
SD 80330.0745 GMT (as always)... 80329.2345 PST (where I am)<br> | 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> | With the 'commish' on Furjen... at the Blue Stork Bar<br> | ||
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BTW Krazny is 1.9 meters tall... so, quite a bit above average... maybe | BTW Krazny is 1.9 meters tall... so, quite a bit above average... maybe | ||
six inches or so. And he's only 18. | six inches or so. And he's only 18. | ||
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- Charles Jencks ( | - Charles Jencks (jencksc@watnxt12.ucr.edu) - | ||
- - | - - | ||
- Student of History, Life, And All Things Remotely Star Trek! - | - Student of History, Life, And All Things Remotely Star Trek! - | ||
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-----------------------------ASR Charachter List--------------------------- | -----------------------------ASR Charachter List--------------------------- | ||
- Ens Christophe Boulanger, USS MELBOURNE FCO, Blue Fleet - | - Ens Christophe Boulanger, USS MELBOURNE FCO, Blue Fleet - | ||
- Ens K'Zeka'Sl'V"Kia, USS GAUSS FCO, Blue Fleet - | - Ens K'Zeka'Sl'V"Kia, USS GAUSS FCO, Blue Fleet - | ||
- Ens Krazny Oktyabr, USS FEYNMAN CNS, Silver Fleet - | - Ens Krazny Oktyabr, USS FEYNMAN CNS, Silver Fleet - | ||
- Ens Jarin Edisrevir, USS LINCOLN CSO, Red Fleet - | - Ens Jarin Edisrevir, USS LINCOLN CSO, Red Fleet - | ||
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</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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