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<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Bridge--->10 Forward</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by | |||
Andrew Catterick 5-22-1996</h4> | |||
SD: 80522.1600<br> | |||
MD: 3.1700<br> | |||
Scene: Bridge<br> | |||
"Helm put us 2000m above the ring and then set a course to follow | |||
it around it's circumference at half-impulse." | |||
"Aye sir." | |||
The away teams had beamed down a little over an hour ago and | |||
since then the mood on the bridge and throughout the ship had become a | |||
sombre one. For those on board who did not have a medical or science | |||
background there was little that could be done to help their friends and | |||
collegues below. Of course there was always something to do on a | |||
starship but these everyday tasks now seemed incredibly unimportant in | |||
light of the current situation. At least now this would give them | |||
something else to keep their minds occupied. | |||
"Mr. Garrett coordinate the sensors with the astronmical labs to | |||
gather as much information on the Ring as possible. But make sure these | |||
scans don't interfere with the long range sensors. If someone even gets | |||
close to this system I want to know about it before they do." | |||
"Yes sir." the AOPS replied. | |||
Zane squirmed in his chair restlessly. He was full of pent up | |||
energy. For the last 2 days the ship had been a bustle activity as | |||
everyone prepared for the away missions. But now that they were gone | |||
there was very little for the crew who were not in the sciences to do. | |||
"Mr. Jerran you have the bridge. If you need me I'll be....I'll | |||
be..." he shrugged not knowing, "...around." | |||
___________________<br> | |||
Scene: Sickbay<br> | |||
Bat leaned against the bar, blue and white cloth in hand | |||
furiously polishing a glass that didn't need it. It was his trademark | |||
stance, an action he said added atmosphere to the Ancient Western decor | |||
of the bar. One look at the grip he had on the glass and it was obvious | |||
that atmosphere was not what he had on his mind. | |||
As Zane entered he noticed Bat's dark mood and decided quickly he | |||
did not want to be the recipient of it. Tempering himself to a wave he | |||
headed for a table by one of the main windows. For a few seconds he | |||
stared out at the Ring passing below the ship like somesort of | |||
intergalactic freeway they had stumble upon. Seeing movement out of the | |||
corner of his eye, and choosing to ignore it he activated his PADD and | |||
began to scan the information on the small screen. | |||
Bat dropped himself into the chair across from the captain and | |||
stared out the window. After a few seconds he began to tap his fingers | |||
along the bottom of the table knowing fullwell how annoying this was to | |||
Zane. After a few more minutes of silence he began to drum his knuckles | |||
along the table edge in mindless rythmn. | |||
Zane placed the PADD on the table and sighed. "Something on your mind?" | |||
"What?" Bat feigned surprise and then looked down at his | |||
wrapping knuckles. "Oh sorry." Pause. "Any word from the away teams?" | |||
"They just beamed down an hour ago. And we're under restricted | |||
communications. We won't here anything for several hours." | |||
"Hmmpf." | |||
Zane picked up his PADD and began to read. | |||
"I don't know what Starfleet thinks its up to but...." The rest | |||
was to mumbled to hear. | |||
"What was that?" Zane asked knowing the storm was on the way. | |||
"What in blazes are we doing here?" Bat demanded. | |||
"Looking for a cure to the plague." Zane answered knowing that | |||
was not what the bartender was getting at. | |||
"Thats not what I mean and you damn well know it! Why is this | |||
ship, this crew here? Last time I checked we were supposed to be a | |||
deep-space explorer not some damn hospital ship!" | |||
"Part of the mission of an explorer is to render aid. You know that." | |||
"This isn't just rendering aid. We've got a full blown plague on | |||
our hands and damn few resources. Don't you think a HIPPOCRATES or even | |||
NIGHTENGALE class ship would be better suited?" | |||
"Of course they would but they weren't available and we were. We | |||
may not have the medical facilities but we certainly have the people. | |||
Dr. Glin'kharr's reputation is well known and Dr. Tok left one of the | |||
best trained medical departmetns anywhere. Don't you think we're up to?" | |||
"Of course I do!" Bat shouted indignantly as if his loyalty had | |||
just been questioned. "These are some of the finest people I've ever | |||
know and I'd put this crew against any other any time, any place and know | |||
they'd come out on top. Its just...." | |||
"I know." Zane replied quietly. "But they'll be fine. We've | |||
been worse situations than this." | |||
The two men stared out the window before Bat spoke. | |||
"What are you going to do if they don't find a cure?" | |||
Zane sat quietly considering the question that he had been | |||
overwrought with since Glin'kharr had arrived in his ready-room. "My | |||
orders are clear." | |||
<nowiki>Bat leaned forward. "I don't care about any damn orders. What | |||
are *you* going to do."</nowiki> | |||
Before Zane could answer a new voice joined the conversation. | |||
"Excuse me, I hope I'm not interrupting anything important but I needed a | |||
break. May I join you?" | |||
"Kavan! Please, sit down." | |||
<<<NRPG>>> | |||
For those of you who have been given the option of going on the away | |||
mission can you let us know (even by NRPG if you don't have time to post) | |||
if you will in fact beam down so we know where everyone is. As in any | |||
old war movie, for those of you who choose not to volunteer, no questions | |||
will be asked and you will be not thought any less of. <G> | |||
respectfully,<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> | |||