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USS FEYNMAN: Ready-Room-->Sickbay

by Andrew Catterick 5-2-1996

Scene: Ready Room
Timeframe: After the BRoT and before the wedding

Zane looked across his desk to the two ensigns staring back at him. His eyes glanced back at his desk computer and he seemed engrossed in whatever information appeared on its screen. A few moments later his gaze returned to the two officers. "At ease."

The captain rose and walked over to the room's replicator and looked back over to Krazny and Jade. "Can I offer either of you anything?" Both declined politely and Zane settled for a flavoured coffee, Orange Brandy.

Returning to his seat he turned off the screen and began, "How would you both rate your individual performance in the last mission?"

After a silent pause Zane prodded one of them. "Mr. Sr'qwon?"

"I performed my duties to the best of my abilities sir." the CSO replied.

"And you ensign?"

"I too strove to perform to the best of my abilities."

"I see." Zane took a sip of his coffee and then set it down on the desk. "I tend to agree with both of you, as does Commander Maril who, as I'm sure you are both aware, is charged with the development of your careers. Nevertheless, I must confess that while you can certainly be proud of yourselves for making the transition from Academy cadet to Fleet officer there is little reason to get 'excited' over doing one's duty to the best of his or her abilities. I expect that of all who serve on this ship as a 'minimum' requirement."

"However, I must say that I am pleased to see that your abilities have expanded since you arrived and that is the key. Your assignment as escort to Commissioner Thessa when we first arrived at Furjen proved to be an excellent example of this. You not only served as escort and protector to the Commissionor you both kept your eyes and ears open and had the insight into the later discovery of the Commissioners... transgression. But most importantly you had the mettle to report your suspicions of the commissioner thus giving us a head-start in the investigation."

Zane rose from his seat. "Let's face it, as ensigns straight-out of the Academy it takes a lot of nerve to suggest that someone as highly placed as Thessa was involved in any wrong doing. But you did it without flinching. This shows a level of responsibility that the average ensign takes a long time to develop. As you have both arrived at this level it would not be fair to think of either of you as 'average ensigns' in any form. So upon consultation with the first and second officers I have entered into the ship's log the promotion to Lieutenant Junior Grade of Jade Sr'qwon and Krazny Oktabr as of this date."

Zane walked around the desk and pinned the hollow pip on each officer's collar. "Congratulations to both of you. Well deserved."

<<<NRPG: Feel Free to comment>>>

Returning to his desk Zane continued. "It has been tradition thus far to promote officers at the pre-mission staff briefing. But as we are returning to Earth and you are both fairly recent grads, undoubtedly with friends still in the Academy I thought you might appreciate the timing a little more." He smiled as he watched the grins creep across their face's. "Dismissed." ________________________________________________
Scene: Sickbay
Timeframe: One hour later

"Can I have a word with you in your office doctor." The Captain asked as he strode through the door and continued on his way to Tok's office.

"Certainly." Tok replied to Zane's back. He put down the PADD he had been examining and headed for the office wondering why the normally cheerful CO seemed so perturbed.

"What can I do for you sir?" He asked as he entered the room and sat on the couch facing Zane who had selected the edge of Tok's desk.

"I have just had a long, annoying conversation with Captain Straun of Starfleet Medical. Heard of him?"

Tok nodded. Of course he had, Straun was one of the prime movers in the research branch at Starfleet medical. He was also notorious for luring CMO's away from their starships. It was only after they arrived that they found out the task master he was.

"It seems your research reports have been creating quite a stir. Now I realize that as well as your regular duties staving off death for all of us here you have been submitting your reports and proposals. Unfortunately with only the basic medical background I never realized the importance of your work. Too be honest I still don't understand it. But what I do know is that to have someone like Straun sniffing around it must be damn important."

"So here's the facts, I've got a CMO who is an outstanding doctor and has pulled off a few medical miracles since he arrived, not the least of which includes herding Bat down here for a physical..." Both men smiled as they recalled the look on Bat's face when he realized he had been tricked. "...you manage to keep up with research that is outstanding enough to attract the attention of that shark Straun and during our mission to Cesphala you performed exceptionally well in some covert ops. I'd say your a pretty well rounded officer. Am I missing anything?"

"I'm doing well in the BRoT." Tok added innocently

Zane snapped his fingers and pointed thoughtfully at Tok. "Onta mentioned that." He shook his head. "Tixx, we can't afford to lose you. And I think its about time I recognized all of this officially." He stood and produced a small black box. "Get rid of that hollow pip, its obsolete." Moving closer to the CMO he pinned the new full pip on to his collar and stepped back. "Congratulations Lieutenant Tok."

<<<NRPG: Lysle feel free to comment.>>>>

"Well my work here is done. Better get back up to the bridge. Just remember one thing, that pip comes with a price."

"Sir?"

"Your not allowed to take any calls from that weasel Straun."

"Yes sir!"

<<<NRPG>>>

Congrats to our three newly promoted officers!

This means its time to update your bios:( If you are simply adding a line to your service record **Please** tell me what the line is rather than sending the whole bio and I'll add it to the proper section of the crew bio list. Its a lot easier for me....

Thanks!
respectfully,

Andy

-CMDR Zane, Commanding, USS FEYNMAN
-LT.CMDR Nigel Brock, Instructor, Holodeck 18
-LT.CMDR Tarsa Rogers, Executive Officer, USS GAUSS

USS FEYNMAN: The Wedding

by Kristen Gant 5-2-1996

Stardate:??
Scene: 10-Forward
MD: 13.1230

Krysa had left her post on the bridge and was sitting in 10-forward watching out the window of 10-Forward. There wasn’t a lot to see sitting inside Earth’s space dock, but it was quiet and that’s what she needed. She knew it was only a matter of time before her father would be there to whisk her off to the Embassy in preparation for the ceremony. She found herself extremely nervous, despite the fact that she had come to accept what was going to happen.

She had grown fond of Kavan and had enjoyed their time together on the ship during their voyage to Earth, but she couldn’t say yet that she loved him. However, her mother continued to remind her that it took time. Krysa promised her that she would give them the time it took. She would follow through on her responsibilities.

They had spent time together walking and chatting. He had read her several of his poems, and she was pleased to discover his talent for verse was quite breathtaking. There was still no sign of that early telepathic link they had shared back when she was fifteen. And while Kavan said it didn’t bother him, she found it continued to bother her.

It was again pushed to the back of her mind as her father entered 10-forward, “Krysa, are you ready to go?”

She nodded. She stood slowly to see her father offering his arm. He was positively glowing. Krysa couldn’t remember the last time she had seen him look so happy. Together they headed to the transporter to transport to the Betazed Embassy.

Scene: Great Hall, Betazed Embassy
MD: 13.1700

The meeting hall was ready for the wedding. Comfortable chairs were set out. There were stands with flowers scattered around the room. Everything was ready. The guests were being escorted in in various wedding attire. There were tuxes, and gowns, as well as the traditional Betazoid plain white robes, which were always donned prior to the ceremony and then again following the ceremony. The crew of the Feynman had a place of honor directly behind the family.

The prelude music was played by a small band in the corner of the Great Hall. It varied from traditional human wedding music to Betazoid joining music.

Once everyone was seated, Krysa’s father stood, wearing the simple plain white robe, “I have had the honor, over the years of performing several joining such as this one. But none have brought me as much happiness as this one. My eldest child is today joining with the eldest child of my dear friend. Those who know the chant please join with me.”

The Ambassador began to chant a beautiful sing-song melody. He was soon joined by several voices combining in a complex and lovely harmony. This was Krysa and Kavan cue to enter. The walked in hand in hand, moving in time to the rhythm, wearing the same plain white robes that the Ambassador had on. Once they were in the front of the hall, every white robe in the room was discarded and the ceremony began.

Scene: Great Hall, Betazed Embassy
MD: 13.1800

Following the ceremony the chairs were moved to the side of the hall and large tables were brought in. Now was the time for the joining feast. The ceremony had lightened the guests' moods and everyone found they were ready for a party. The band struck up dance music and Kavan and Krysa were surrounded with guests congratulating them.

Regards,
Lt. Krysa Jenn

NRPG: Yes she is a ‘modern’ woman, her name will not change :)

I didn’t write the full ceremony, cause frankly, I didn’t have a clue as to how they would perform it. So I made up the beginning and it seemed to be enough. You are welcome to dance the night away or excuse yourselves early to get on to your shore leave activities. But I think Krysa would love to dance at least once with everyone :)

Daniel, I’m sorry you got stuck going to a wedding of a crewmate you don’t even know yet :) Don’t feel like you have to attend. It’s not a requirement.... but for the rest of you--- Krysa will give you the evil eye for the rest of your life if you don’t go :) Jarren already on her hit list, for skipping the reception :)

USS FEYNMAN: Ready-Room-->Transporter Room

by Andrew Catterick 5-2-1996

SD:80502.2300
MD: 13.1300
Scene: Commissioner's Quarter's

The door chime rang out. Commissioner Thessa looked up from his bag where he was rearranging some of the contents to make sure they wouln't break in transit. "Come-in."

"Commissioner?"

"In here Captain." He called out to the main room.

Zane walked into the bedroom. "Good morning sir. I'm afraid its time."

Thessa laughed. "Don't look so grim captain. I'm not going to the gallows!"

The change in the Commissioner had been dramatic. A week ago when he had been confined he had been almost despondent. The reality of of a ruined life, a destroyed career had set in. Two days later when Zane had checked in on him he had been nearly panic striken with the fact that he faced incarceration. Then two days ago Zane had checked on him again. He had been perfectly calm, seemingly uncaring of his fate.

Zane gestured towards the door as Thessa swung the harness of his bag over his shoulder and followed him out. "You appear to have accepted your fate Commissioner."

"Actually I finally came to my senses. In the end I ended up making the right decision and know one was harmed."

Zane glanced over at Thessa. "Sir, you still broke the law."

"Well..." he smiled arrogantly, a sign of the 'old' Commissioner. "...it depends on how you examine the facts. As my report to the Council points out. I made a bad decision in trying to discover the underground movement mounted against the Furjen government."

"I'm not sure I follow." Zane told him.

"Unfortunately I let my ego get the better of me and forgot that I was a diplomat and not a spy."

"Your saying that all of that was planned. That you where 'undercover'." Zane asked incredulously.

"But of course Captain! What other reason could there possible be?" he asked smiling.

"Oh I don't know...how about that the obvious is true and you were a willing party to this deception until the truth was discovered. Thats whats in my report to the council."

"Understandable. Completely understandable. You weren't privy to all the initial meetings so how could you know any better."

"Computer halt." Zane ordered. Almost immediately the turbo-lift stopped.

"Commissioner please don't take me for a fool. We both know exactly what happened and your version is simply just fiction."

"Captain it is perception not truth that is important. If we hold your report as being the correct one then the Diplomatic branch has to deal with a very public, very embarrassing incident not to mention the fact that they lose a diplomat of my experience and stature. If on the other hand we accept my version as the correct one than there is no embarrassment and the service retains a vital asset. Of course I overstepped my boundries and must be reprimanded, and rightly so. But please don't worry on my behalf the punishment will not be severe."

"Computer resume."

________________________
Scene: Transporter Room.

Zane nodded to Ensign Fuhrman to signal transport. As the sound of the tranport began to fill the room he took a last look at the Commissioner. Flanked on both sides by a burly Starfleet marine the Commissoner smiled at Zane smugly and then disappeared.

____________________
Scene:Great Hall, Betazoid Embassy
MD:13.1700

As the ambassador finished his speech all heads turned to see the couple enter the room. Krysa was more beautiful than Zane thought possible....

<<<NRPG>>>

Just a quick one to catch up...

I guess we had such a good time at the BP we can't remember it;) Of course the ones I've been to in RL have had similar results.

Max: Do you want your NPC protected?

After the wedding reception everyone is free to head out for shore-leave on Earth. I haven't really come up with anything for Zane to do so if any of you want a companion let me know.

We'll stay on Earth until everyone gets there RL pressures straightened out and have had a few days of shore-leave. No point in starting our next mission until we are all 'back' and ready to post.

regards,
Andy

-CMDR Zane, Commanding, USS FEYNMAN
-LT.CMDR Nigel Brock, Instructor, Holodeck 18
-LT.CMDR Tarsa Rogers, Executive Officer, USS GAUSS

USS FEYNMAN: Star Light, Star Bright

by Kristen Gant 5-4-1996

Stardate: 80504.2316
Scene: The middle of the desert some where in Arizona

Krysa and Kavan lay on a blanket, staring up at the night sky. “This is beautiful, Krysa. I never knew you could see so many stars from earth.”

Krysa chuckled. “I’ve always loved the desert for the reason. You know the other good thing about seeing the stars from Earth?”

“What’s that?”

Krysa pointed to a group of stars, “See those three stars that are straight in a row?”

“Yes,”

“That is a part of the constellation called Orion.” She pointed out the remaining star of the constellation. “The ancient Greeks wrote wonderful stories about constellations such as that.”

“Would you tell me about Orion?”

Krysa laughed. “Do you really want to hear it?”

“I wouldn’t ask if I didn’t.” he said.

“Alright. Well, Orion was a young hunter who was madly in love with Metrope, the daughter of a King.”

“I think I’m going to like this story.” Kavan said teasingly.

“Do you want to hear my story or not?” Krysa teased back.

“I’m sorry, please continue. I promise I’ll listen quietly.”

Krysa chuckled, “The King did not approve of Orion and denied his proposal of marriage.” Krysa voice took on a serious tone, “Orion, one night in a drunken stupor, raped Metrope. Her father wanting revenge consulted with Dionysis, the god of the wine.”

“They had a god just for wine?” Kavan asked incredulously.

“They had god’s for everything.”

“So what did the god of wine suggest.”

“Dionysis put Orion in a deep sleep and then plagued him with blindness. Awaking and finding his sight gone, Orion consulted an Oracle. The Oracle told him that in order to gain his sight back he would need to travel east and let the rays of the sun strike his eyes. He did this and when he regained his sight her found himself in Crete.

“There Artemis, the goddess of the moon, fell in love with him. Her love for him was strong, that she failed to light the evening sky with moonlight. Her twin brother Apollo, the god of the sun, wanted to get rid of Orion so Artemis would continue to light the moon at night.

“Apollo challenged Artemis to hit a speck among the waters of the ocean. Apollo with his ability to see things far away, knew that it was Orion, thought Artemis did not. Artemis shot a single arrow killing him. In response to her actions, Artemis placed Orion in the sky as a show of her love for him.”

“That is so sad,” said Kavan.

Krysa chuckled, “Yes, the Greeks were well known for their love of tragedy and unrequited love.”

Kavan sat up on one elbow. “Krysa, I want you to know that I am very happy. I hope I can make you happy too.”

Krysa nodded, “I know. I am happy, Kavan, really. It’s just that everything has happened so fast. It’s taking a while for me to get used to it.”

He nodded and lay back down. “So do you know any other ‘star stories’?”

Krysa chuckled, “Ummm, how about the Great Bear, more commonly known as the Big Dipper.”

Regards,
Lt. Krysa Jenn

NRPG: Just letting you know that even on shore leave Krysa finds herself drawn to the stars <G>

Kristen

USS FEYNMAN: Ready-room-->ALPHA

by Andrew Catterick 5-4-1996

SD: 80506.0900
Scene: Ready-room

"Come." Zane replied to the chime of the door signal.

As the doors parted Bat strode in, his duffel at his side. Zane carefully marked his page and set the book down on the desk. "You look very...touristy. Where are you off to?"

Bat smiled and flopped into the chair in front of Zane's desk. "A long lost friend from my Academy days just retired to a small island in the South Seas. He's by himself and has invited me to join him for the week. Nothing but kilometres of beaches with nothing to do."

"Sounds like a good time." Zane lied. Lying on a beach for several hours a day sounded extremely boring. To each his own. "Aren't you missing out on some prime sun worshipping right now? I could have survived missing a farewell, you are coming back."

Bat ignored the friendly jibe. "Well I couldn't enjoy myself knowing that so many were suffering due to the near sightedness of one."

Zane sighed. "Meaning?"

"Meaning I know you, your not planning on leaving the ship are you?"

"Actually I'm not. I've planned a restful week of reading and relaxation. Who do you see as suffering?"

Bat reached over and picked up the stack of books from the desk. "The Apology, the Pelopensian War, the Prince! Planning on overthrowing Starfleet?"

"You told me to get a hobby." the captain grinned. "The suffering?" he prodded.

"You know we've got a bunch of pups on board and that means they follow the examples of their leaders. A bunch of them aren't going anywhere as long as you are on board."

"What's it got to do with me. The department head's have all left or made plans to do so. Isn't that example enough?"

"For some but not all. So as unofficial moral officer I'm ordering you off this ship for the sake of your crew's sanity...."

"I think you are blowing this out of proportion."

"....and I'm letting you know that as long as you are here I will be also. Imagine being stuck with a very bored me for a week."

Zane smiled. "You win."
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Scene:SB ALPHA, Transporter Room

The young transporter operator looked over at Zane as he walked through the door. "Destination sir?" He asked not really caring, cursing for the thousandth time the stupidity that had had him put in for the most boring post in all of the Federation.

"Tokyo, Japan." Zane replied as he stepped on to the platform.

"Energizing."

<<<NRPG>>>

Just a short one to get Zane off the ship.

Joesph: Hmmm...a Starfleet officer, kidnapped, helping his abductors, and helping them in action against other Rihannsu? Oh boy I hope the authorities don't catch wind of this! <EG>

Jason/Andrew/Bill: I know it is exam/essay/moving time of the year and RL is closing in on you. Don't worry as nothing crucial is happening right now. But could you send a quick line to let me know you are still with us. Thanks!

regards,
Andy

-CMDR Zane, Commanding, USS FEYNMAN
-LT.CMDR Nigel Brock, Instructor, Holodeck 18
-LT.CMDR Tarsa Rogers, Executive Officer, USS GAUSS

USS FEYNMAN: Another Day of Fun

by Kristen Gant 5-6-1996

Stardate: 80506.1224
Scene: Restaurant in New Orleans

Krysa and Kavan entered the charming restaurant. They sat down and began looking at the menu. Krysa smiled, "What did I tell you. Completely Earth cuisine. That is what you wanted isn't it?"

"Absolutely," Kavan grinned, looking over the menu. "On our Earth holiday, I wouldn't want it any other way."

"Can't you get this kind of food on Betazed?" Krysa smiled.

"Sure, there are Earth restaurants, but somehow I doubt it can be anywhere as good as the original."

Krysa laughed, "Probably not."

Scene: Walking down the streets

Kavan looked at Krysa with quiet amusement. She noticed him looking at her. "What?" she asked.

"I still can't believe it!" he said with a teasing glance.

"Okay, I'm game, what can't you believe?"

"Where you put all that food." he said laughing. "Between the soup and salad, then an appetizer and the main course... you still had room for desert." They came to a lovely park and began walking through it.

"I always have room for chocolate. Every woman does." she said, joining his laughter.

"I can see I have a lot to learn about you." He took her hand as they strolled through the gently lit pathways.

"There will be plenty of time for that now," she said quietly. "I did marry you, and we will spend our lives together."

He smiled at her, "That's the best part." He motioned toward a park bench, where they sat down. "I consider myself a very lucky man, you know." They found themselves drawn together in a kiss. Kavan put his arms around her, pulling her tightly to him. "I just want to make you as happy."

Krysa relaxed in his embrace, "Kavan, I wouldn't have married you if I didn't think that I could be happy with you." The sat there like that, in silence, for a long time. Just enjoying the comfort of one another.

As the night air began to take on a light chill, Kavan whispered, "Perhaps we should head in for the night. We still have lots to do tomorrow."

Krysa nodded as they stood and headed toward their lodgings for the night. They had chosen a small family run Bed and Breakfast along the river. The owner was a native of New Orleans, claiming that her family had lived there for over 200 years. she was a wonderful hostess and both Krysa and Kavan liked her a lot.

As they entered the house, she approached them, "Did you find the restaurant alright?"

"Yes, we did, thank you," said Krysa smiling.

"I knew you would. Was it as good as I said it was?"

Kavan laughed, "Better! I know I probably ate too much, and I'm sure Krysa did!"

Krysa elbowed him gently, for his good natured teasing. But the woman just chuckled. "Ah it's so good to see you young people so happy. Now, is there anything I can get you before you turn in. I know you got lots of plans and I don't want to keep you up late."

Krysa smiled at her. "No thank you, I'll be fine."

"Me too," agreed Kavan.

She winked at them and told them good night as they headed up the stairs to their room. "So what are our plans for tomorrow?" asked Kavan, as they entered the room.

Krysa smiled, "Don't you want to be surprised?"

Regards,
Lt. Krysa Jenn

Kristen and Scott Gant
http://homepage.interaccess.com/~sgant/gant.htm

USS FEYNMAN: Wrapping up the BrOT

by Andrew Nugteren 5-7-1996

SD: 80507.1135
Scene: Main Bridge
>> "So, if we separate our resources, we might be able to do it!" Tok
>>finished the thought.
>
>"You are correct, Lietenant." the holographic Zane said. He then turned
>to Maril and nodded.

Jade felt the urge to object. "Sir, I don't think it's a wise idea..."

"Thank you for your opinion, Mr. Sr'qwon. Now if you'd join me on the battle bridge. Mr. Tok have Lieutenants Jenn and Terrel meet us there."

>"Aye, sir." Tok replied.

__________
Scene: Battle Bridge
Time: After the destruction of the attacking craft

"Open a channel to the Saucer Section," Zane ordered, relieved that the battle had gone in their favour. The Feynman was not primarily a fighting vessel, and in a tight situation is was often better to run than to fight.

Jade skillfully manipulated the controls. "Channel open, sir."

On the battle bridge viewer, Maril looked equally relieved. "Congratulations sir," he exclaimed. "That was like Demetrius to the Falcon."

Zane smiled at his metaphor. "The credit belongs to Lt.Tok I believe," he replied. "It was a fine idea to seperate the saucer, but that's something to discuss later. If you link our navigation controls into slave mode, Lt.Terrel can manipulate your position from here for linkup."

"Sir," Jade spoke up rather forcefully, and the heads on the battle bridge turned to her tactical station. "What I was trying to tell you before we seperated. The saucer and the engineering hulls cannot be reassembled in space."

Respectfully submitted
Lt(jg) Jade Sr'qwon

<<NRPG>>

Yeah... it has been a while unfortunately, but I am still around, and I have still been reading posts even if I haven't had the time to write any :)

Lysle: Sorry to dent your plan (which worked btw), but I felt that this was a fairly important consideration to make <G>

Max: Are we finished this section? I figure that with the saucer section having to be towed by tractor and the warp bubble in a very inefficient shape, it may well take several months to make it back to base :)

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USS FEYNMAN: Journey to the Past

by Andrew Catterick 5-7-1996

SD:80507.1900
Scene:Transporter Room, Nakamura Complex, Tokyo

As he materialized on the pad Zane found himself squinting, his eyes not yet having made the transition from drab grey to the bright sunlight shining in from the glass walls. Instantly a handsome Japanese man was bowing politely in front of him. Zane stepped down from the transporter pad and returned the bow, careful to match the depth and duration as he had been taught years before.

"Welcome to Tokyo and to the Nakumura Complex Commander Zane, I am Hoshi."

The fact that this man new him on site did not phase him, he knew that all of the greeters had sophisticated implants in their brains which allowed them to access computer core's all over the world. Before Zane had become fully reconstituted by the transporter Hoshi, recognizing the Starfleet uniform, had accessed the Fleet computers and put a name to the face. "Before we descend perhaps you would like to enjoy the view."

"Hai, dozo." Zane replied, idley wondering if he had just confused the word dozo for domo as he so often used to. He had only a rudimentary grasp of the language and it had been a long time.

Hoshi gestured towards the north wall. Each of the four slanted walls were transparent steel but the North one provided the best view.

Zane looked out and smiled. The clouds were low today and the ground was completely blocked from view. All Zane could see were the tips of the three other pyramid complex's that collectively formed the city of Tokyo. He was a little disappointed. Being almost 2000m up one would expect a tremendous view. Of course 'standing' on top of the clouds had its advantages. At least it was a sunny day. He had been here several times before but still found it hard to believe he was on the 599th floor of a glass pyramid whose base stretched for kilometers. The 600th, and top floor, of the building, of course being reserved for the office of the Japanese Prime Minister.

"I guess we better get going. If I remember it is a rather lengthy journey to the surface."

"Ah but it is a very comfortable ride. This way please."

Comfortably reclined in one of the room sized turbo-lift chairs Zane sipped at the tea he had been given and watched the wall video which presented a history of the pyramid cities that now covered Japan.

The idea of self contained cities was first discussed in a serious way in the 1990s as a solution to Japan's overcrowding, lack of resources and as protection from the elements notably earthquakes and typhoon. After several designs were put forth the pyramid design was accepted as the most viable option and construction of the first enclosed city began in 2004 just outside of Tokyo as a joint endeavour between the government and a consortium of business elements. Completed in 2015 it became the model for the future. Within in 2 decades three, more larger versions, had been constructed in Japan and 2 in China.

With the out break of the Third World War in the mid 21st century these cities came crashing down. An easy target, the two pyramids that had replaced Tokyo (a second much larger version of the first had been completed in 2032) fell victim to one of the wars opening shots as the Russian Federation invaded the historically contested Kurile Islands. When the Japanese Navy responded with an attack against Vladisvostock Tokyo was leveled.

With the conclusion of the war the pyramid design took on an even greater importance as self contained cities became one of the only places of refuge from the radiation and destruction the war had left behind. It was during this period that they truly became an 'everyday fact of life'. Presently, more than 93% of the Japanese population resides in such structures and there are similar complexes on every continent.

As the video ended the doors of the lift opened to the sights and sounds of the cities main transportation hub. After politily thanking Hoshi for his hospitality Zane walked out on to the Observation Level to get a bird's eye view of where he was going.

The hub was a bustle of activity which rivaled ALPHA's spacedock in terms of scope and size. From here one could hire land, sea, air and space transportation to just about anywhere. Spying the Bullet Train station about two kilometres to the north he stepped down to the floorway and selected the proper moving strip. After a few jumps to the adjacent, faster moving walking ways he was soon up to a comfortable 90 km/h and quickly approaching the station.

regards,
Andy

-CMDR Zane, Commanding, USS FEYNMAN
-LT.CMDR Nigel Brock, Instructor, Holodeck 18
-LT.CMDR Tarsa Rogers, Executive Officer, USS GAUSS

USS FEYNMAN: A French Spring Night

by Charles Jencks 5-8-1996

SD 80508.0130
Castle Boulanger, Strasbourg, France

Lieutenant (jg) Krazny was laying on the bed, eyes closed, remembering the way the sun had glinted off the buildings that afternoons. Not particularly interesting, but familiar...

A faint voice said, "Can I come in?"

The door squeaked open and Sally Ryan came in, dressed in a slate grey bathrobe. She sat down on the edge of the bed and said, "Krazzie, we need to talk."

"What, Sallie?"

She leaned over, so that her lips were practically touching his close cropped hair. Then she whispered "I love you." It was then that he noticed she'd untied the bathrobe...

"Me too... but what would the Captain say?"

She purred, "Don't bring up work at a time like this... OK?"

He suddenly felt grateful for the civvies he'd been wearing... they were far easier to take off. She bolted the door and came back completely naked, across the moonlit third floor room, and laid down on the bed.

Krazny stopped regretting the way Ensign Strait had dumped him.

NRPG:
Well.... I would go farther but I don't have the time right now.

Krysa: Don't think you'll be the only married officer for long... ;)

Charles

USS FEYNMAN: More BrOT and Shore Leave

by Max Felsher 5-8-1996

SD 80508.0300(GMT)
MD 9.0100
Holodeck 2: BrOT

"Computer, freeze program," Maril's seemingly disembodied voice rang out. However, he soon appeared as the holographic simulations froze in the middle of their actions.

"Very nice work. You handled that like the champion of Ictab. However, you still have two more sections to go. Computer, begin Bridge Officer's Test, Variation- Beta, Section 2."

Maril disappeared as the simulation hummed back to life, this time with Tok at Tactical, Sr'qwon at the Helm, and Krazny at Ops.

Again, the three officers settled into their positions. "Captain, it appears that we are in orbit of Felor XII, an uninhabited planet," Krazny reported.

Those on the Bridge who were holographic grinned for a second. "Yes, isn't that where we're supposed to be?" Zane asked, smiling.

"Ahhh...yes, sir."

Suddenly, Tok reported, "Sir, we're receiving a distress call from Felor...III. Apparently, there is a large starship near their spaceport. Its warp core is overloading. The core can't be ejected far enough away from the area, and there are not any ships large enough to get it farther away."

"Mr. Sr'qwon, set course for Felor III, full impulse and engage when ready," Zane ordered.

<<<<NRPG:Here's another test for you BrOT-ers. Figure something out...now! ;) Now, on to the "present". I assume we will(or have) stop(ped) using MD's. FYI, for the next section, I will use first names for Maril and his family.>>>>

Johannesburg, Earth

Onta and his family, including little Krysel, walked through the busy city square, noticing all the things that were different about this strange planet.

"Four hundred and fifty bloomings-of-the-crocuses ago, this land was like the winter and the summer to now. It was like Fibbervi and the beggar, in many ways. The sun rose high for some and low for others...," Onta began to tell a little bit about the area.

The sun has met the sea,
Lt. Commander Onta Maril,
First Officer, USS Feynman,
aka Max Felsher

NRPG: Well, this is just to keep things going. BTW, I will start thinking about which river should be for Krysel soon. Start suggesting, although I may not pick any of them. ;)

BrOT: I will re-iterate:solve the situation! :)

Jospeh: If you get killed, I'll strangle you! ;) Anyway, that pirate captain can't have you for too long. Your piloting skills have been leased to the Feynman. ;D

Everybody have fun on shore leave!

USS FEYNMAN: Leap-frog in the BrOT

by Andrew Nugteren 5-8-1996

Scene: Bridge
> Suddenly, Tok reported, "Sir, we're receiving a distress call from
>Felor...III. Apparently, there is a large starship near their spaceport. Its
>warp core is overloading. The core can't be ejected far enough away from the
>area, and there are not any ships large enough to get it farther away."
>
> "Mr. Sr'qwon, set course for Felor III, full impulse and engage when
>ready," Zane ordered.

"Aye sir," Jade responded smartly. "Impulse engines engaged. ETA in 13 minutes and 40 seconds."

Zane turned to Krazny who had OPS. "Estimated time to warp core breach?"

"My sensors are showing an estimated overloading in approximately 14 minutes sir."

The moment Krazny had given his estimate, Jade was already computing the maximum distance they could have travelled passing through the system on a straight-line intercept. "Captain," she reported. "Given Ensign Krazny's projections, even if we could beam the core aboard, we wouldn't be able to clear the system in time before it overloads."

Zane thought for a moment. "Suggestions, gentlemen?"

Jade's mind was already thinking over a stunt that had been pulled off when she had been serving on the USS CELSIOR almost 70 years back. They had driven the transporter code through multiple transponders placed on course and had managed to achieve a transport of several million kilometres. The theory was still sound, and she quickly ran the calculations through the navigation computer. On their side was that they were a long distance from the system, and if they began shuttle deployment immediately, the range of the maneoveur would be considerable.

"Captain, if we were to deploy our full complement of shuttlecraft and runabouts un-manned in a straight-line pattern like this," she brought the graphic up onto Zane's armrest viewer. "we could beam the warp-core directly from the starship's engineering section and leapfrog it from shuttle to shuttle so that when it reaches critical overload, it would be at such an extreme distance that their would be no risk of damage to the Felor system."

Respectfully submitted,
Lt(jg) Jade Sr'qwon

<<NRPG>>

Well, it's an idea :) Will it work?

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USS FEYNMAN: Swimming With the Fishes

by Kristen Gant 5-8-1996

Stardate: 80508.1121
Scene: Aboard the “Rolly”

Krysa and Kavan, in thier swimming suits, climbed on the small boat and took a seat next to another couple. As the ten passengers found a seat, the Captain stood up. “Welcome, friends.” He went on to explain a few rules and regulations before starting the boat and heading out into the open ocean.

The woman sitting next to Krysa leaned toward her. “I’m Helen, where ya from?”

“I’m Krysa, this is Kavan. He’s from Yarsa, Betazed, I was raised in Los Angeles, Earth.” Krysa told her.

“Oh, ya married an alien, how interesting.” the middle aged woman crooned.

“Well, actually, I’m Betazoid also. My father’s a diplomat here.”

“This is Frank, he and I are from Texas. Are ya here on vacation?” When Krysa nodded, she continued, “Us too. We never get to go anywhere. I told Frank that if he didn’t take me somewhere, I would leave him, so here we are. Ain’t life grand!” She began to laugh.

Krysa felt Kavan chuckling. She looked at him and found herself chuckling as well, as Helen continued to chat on and on about her life in Texas and how she never got to go anywhere.

Finally the Captain pulled the boat up to a docking area. Krysa and Kavan pulled their snorkels from their bag. Kavan had never been snorkeling so Krysa gave him a quick lesson on how it was done and then jumped in the warm waters off the reef.

Kavan followed her and together they headed out toward the reef. They had a great time watching the schools of fish and spying on the other creatures that lived among the rocks and corals of the small reef.

Scene: Dinner later

“That swimming does make you hungry doesn’t it.” It commented Kavan as he devoured the local cuisine.

“Well, just about everything makes me hungry,” chuckled Krysa.

“I can’t argue with you there,” he laughed.

“You know, I think I saw a cuttlefish.” said Krysa excitedly.

“A cuttlefish?” asked Kavan.

“It’s kind of like a squid, I guess. It can blend into it’s environment so it’s very hard to see. Which is why they are so hard to see. It’s quite likely we passed some without knowing it.”

“I was most impressed by those fish with the beaks. They were incredibly beautiful. What colors!”

“Parrot fish. I knew you’d enjoy the colorful fish.” Krysa smiled at him.

“See you’re getting to know me pretty well.”

Regards,
Lt. Krysa Jenn

NRPG: Okay so now, we’ve had Krysa and Kavan in the desert, New Orleans, and a coral reef... what’s next?? I don’t know, but I’m sure I could think of a million things that I’ve never done but would like to vicariously through these two :) Well, okay I’ve gone snorkeling at a coral reef... oh well :)

Kristen

USS FEYNMAN: An Old Friend

by Kristen Gant 5-9-1996

Stardate: 80509.2044
Scene: Shuttle Port

Krysa chatted with her mother and Kavan’s mother, filling them in on all the exciting things they had done the past few days, as they headed to the Shuttle Port. The Grall’s were catching a special shuttle that her father had set up to take them back to Betazed. Kavan had, of course wanted to tell them good-bye before they left.

“I will miss you, Kavan.” said Salli Grall kissing him on the cheek.

“I’ll miss you as well, mother.”

Salli turned to Krysa, “You tell your Captain that the next time your ship is near Betazed you all have to stop for dinner.”

“I will.”

“Oh, I hate good-byes,” she said beginning to cry.

Devon Grall gave Krysa a bear hug then gave one to Kavan as well. Taking his wife by the arm he pulled her toward the Shuttle. “At this rate we’ll never get out of here. I’ll see you in another ten years, old man.” he called to the Ambassador. Then the two boarded the shuttle.

“Shall get a bit to eat before the two of you need to be of to that ship of yours, Krysa?” her father asked.

“I’d like that,” she smiled.

“I really wish the two of you would consider staying here on Earth with us,” he said. “I miss have you home.”

“I know,” she said. “But I can’t. I have a lot to do out there.”

The Ambassador gave a brief nod and the four turned to find a restaurant. It was at that moment she heard her name being called, “Krysa!! Krysa, wait!” As soon as she heard the voice she knew who it was and her memory flashed back to the last time she had seen him.

She was in line to enter her shuttle bound for ALB when she heard her name being called. She craned her neck to look over the crowd to see who was calling her.

“Krysa.... Krysa” It was Jack. He was a tall dark youth with burning black eyes. She had fallen for those eyes on more then one occasion. But now she had her heart set on a new course and that wouldn’t change. Not that she really ever had a chance with Jack. He would be a career officer. Of that she had no doubt.

“I got it Krysa!! I got it!!”

“Oh Jack, that’s so exciting. So now you are on way.”

“Yes can you imagine. The flagship of Starfleet!!! Things are really happening for me now. Sure I’ll start out at flight control... but just you wait, Krysa, just you wait...”

“I always knew you would, Jack.”

“I’ve gotta go, Jack”

Jack scooped Krysa in his arms and kissed her. “I’ll miss you, Krysa. But remember, look for me in the stars!”

He turned and left leaving Krysa gasping for breath. Yes, she has always loved his kisses. She quickly regained her composure and boarded the Shuttle which was already very full. She went to the last available seat and sat down. Within minutes the Shuttle was on it’s way and Krysa was left to her own thoughts.

Krysa turned looking for the face she knew she would see. He swooped in, grabbing her up in his arms. “I can’t believe your here. I haven’t see you since you left for ALB. What are you doing back?”

Krysa was at a loss for words. Seeing Jack again sent her mind whirling. “Jack, what are you doing here?”

“Hey, I asked you first,” he teased. “But boy, are you a sight for sore eyes.”

“umm, Jack, I’d like to introduce you to my parents...” she began.

Jack noticed for the first time that she wasn’t alone, “Oh, I’m sorry, sir... ma’am. I was just so excited to see your daughter.”

“I went to the academy with Jack,” Krysa explained.

“Yes, sir. Stole my heart away as well.” he joked. Krysa remember the charming man as always having something to say that would make her blush.

“Jack, this is Kavan... my husband.”

Jack’s face froze briefly as he turned to look at her. “Oh,” he said finally, “I didn’t know you had gotten married.”

Krysa nodded, “Just last weekend.”

Jack smiled, offering Kavan his hand, “You are a lucky man.”

Kavan grinned back, “I know.”

“Do you have time to join us for dinner,” asked Krysa.

Jack shook his head, “No, I don’t want to interrupt, I was just really surprised to see you, is all.”

“Yes, quite a coincidence, isn’t it.” She turned to her family, “Listen, why don’t you three go and get us a table, I’ll be right there. I just want to catch up briefly with Jack.”

Kavan nodded and pulled Krysa’s parents toward a nearby restaurant. Krysa turned back to Jack, “How’s your assignment?”

“It’s great, Krysa,” His enthusiastic spirit was a little quieter then it had been earlier, “How about yours. Do you still love counseling like you thought you would?”

Krysa chuckled, “Well, I’m not the ship’s counselor any longer. I was promoted to Operations. I’m now the second officer on the Feynman.”

Jack’s eyes lit up. “That’s great. I’m still FCO, but I am did get promoted to Lt.”

Krysa smiled. “Well, I guess that’s the perks of being on a much smaller ship.”

Jack nodded, “So, why didn’t you tell me you were getting married?”

“I really didn’t have the time. It happened really quickly. Not to mention, I haven’t heard from you since that day I left for ALB. We kinda lost track, huh.”

He nodded again, “Yeah, I guess so. That’s my fault. He’s an officer on the Feynman?”

“Kavan? No, he’s the son of my father’s best friend. We’ve actually been engaged since I was a baby.” Krysa explained, “I just never really thought we’d actually go through with it. I didn’t really even know him. He’s lived on Betazed all his life.”

“Why did you?”

Krysa paused, not sure how to answer that question. “Because it was the right thing to do.”

“Are you sure?”

Krysa nodded, “I think so.”

Jack sighed, “Well, as long as you’re happy. I should let you go have dinner. I’ve got other things to do. I’m really glad I saw you though.”

“Me too,” said Krysa softly.

She watched him go, feeling a bit of a loss. Had Jack asked her to join him back then, she would have in a heartbeat. But he never did, and she understood that. He had plans of his own and now she did too, thier paths were set.

She turned to find her family.

Regards,
Lt. Krysa Jenn

NRPG: I originally meant for this to be a very happy reunion post, because I needed a good pick me up from the yucky day I’ve had today, but I guess my mood changed that <EG> The memory is actually a part of my very first Krysa post to ASR (don’t you love recycled posts<BG>)

Kristen

USS FEYNMAN: The Journey Continues

by Andrew Catterick 5-10-1996

SD: 80510.1300
Scene: Bullet Train kiosk, Tokyo

"Anjiro e no ofuku ken o onegai shimasu." Zane proudly informed the ticket clerk, happy he had remember the words after so much time and little practice.

The young ticket clerk smiled back, a look of slight confusion on her face. "So sorry, you want a round-ticket to Angora?"

Zane grinned sheepishly and decided to switch back to English. "Yes, I'm afraid my Japanese is quite rusty. But I was sure they were the correct words."

"They were but your pronunciation was....inaccurate. Perhaps a differing dialect?" She offered politely allowing Zane to save face.

"Perhaps." he smiled accepting the ticket.

While the desolation left by the Third World War provided for the dawning of Japan's move to indoor cities. But it also provided for a much different movement, one in the opposite direction. Many saw technology as the sole cause for the war and the move into the enclosed pyramids as following a sure path to destruction once again. Small cells of traditionalists began to emerge calling for a return to the past. They believed that only by returning to their roots could Japan survive.

Eventually as the world began to heal and the radioactivity was cleansed by breakthrough technology these traditionalists started to move back outside and set up small villages based on feudal Japan. While a surprising number of Japanese left the cities for the peaceful primitive life it soon became apparent that in the short term at least, these villages were not viable. While the radiation cleansing program had been a remarkable success it had not returned the land to the fertility it had once enjoyed.

Just as the movement began to die out two entrepreneurs came forward with a saving plan. The feudal settlements would be turned into an historic tourist attraction. The villagers would live as they chose to but would allow paying tourists to live amongst them for a limited time provided they followed all of the customs and traditions of feudal Japan including the rigid class system and moral codes. It had been an immediate success.

When Zane had found Angora, in his first year at the Academy, he had been thrilled. It had provided and excellent respite from the rigors of the Academy as a tranquil place to relax and to study. Quickly he had become a regular face in the village and after two years was allowed to stay indefinietly. While this was impossible to do while he was a Starfleet officer he planning on retiring here.

Scene: Welcome Centre, outside Angora
Timeframe: One hour later

As comfortable as his uniform was Zane felt much freer in the loose robes he now wore as he walked through the visitor centre to the registration kiosk.

"Ah Zane-san we heard you were on your way. It is good to see you again, it has been much to long."

"Yes it has been too long. But my duties keep me busy."

"Much has happened since you were last here. Haraga has become the domiant Daimyo in the region. The fife of Anjiro is now in his domain. Your friend Yoshi is now Lord of Anjiro."

"His Karma has been good!"

"Hai."

"I look forward to seeing him."

"You will see him sooner than you think he is waiting for you at the meeting place on the road."

"I am honoured."

"You will be." the old man replied with a crooked smile.

regards, Andy

-CMDR Zane, Commanding, USS FEYNMAN
-LT.CMDR Nigel Brock, Instructor, Holodeck 18
-LT.CMDR Tarsa Rogers, Executive Officer, USS GAUSS

SB EPSILON: Lone Wolf--->USS FEYNMAN

by Mike Dawe 5-11-1996

>SD 80511
>
>The lupine figure of Glin'kharr Lieutenant MD ambled off the D-Warp
>shuttle and surveyed the StarBase's docking facilities. Letting the
>disembarking crowds swarm around and past him, he reached into his
>beltpouch and pulled out a pair of bifocals.
>
>Putting on the glasses, he read his orders again. They were vague
>enough, although they had seemed clear when he'd first received them...
>"Report to CINCSILVER, SB Epsilon for assignment", nothing more, nothing less.
>
>Snorting in the equivalent Kar'llian gesture for a sigh, Glin'kharr took
>another look around. Perhaps it was the diversity of life forms, or the
>range of scents emanating from dozens of alien species... or perhaps it
>was just the sheer size of Starfleet that was causing his disorientation.
>Taking off the glasses, Glin'kharr resignedly followed the crowds leaving the bay.
>
>"...Excuse me, sir?" a uniformed technician called after him urgently, jogging towards him.
>
>"Nng, yes?" Glin'kharr replied, turning.
>
>"Your orders, sir." Glin'kharr stared back, uncomprehending.
>
>"May I see your orders, sir?" the tech said trying again.
>
>With a mumbled "oh," the Kar'llian fumbled in its pouch again and
>produced the rolled paper. The tech looked at them briefly, and stated
>"You'll want to check in with the Admiral's office right away, sir," returning the parchment.
>
>Glin'kharr continued to stare at the tech. With a sigh, the non-com gave
>hasty directions to the bipedal wolf and returned to his work. Snorting
>again, Glin'kharr continued on his original trajectory.
>
>And lost all sense of direction as he stepped into the immense Starbase itself...
>
>*** Quite some time later, CINCSILVER's Office ***
>
>Glin'kharr Lietenant MD arrived at the Admiral's office, still carrying
>his duffle bag. He had no idea where he was to be quartered. At least
>the administrative offices weren't as overwhelming as the hustle and
>bustle of the rest of the Base. Glin'kharr presented his orders to the
>secretary, then sat down to read while he waited. Soon enough, he was
>called into the Admiral's office.
>
>Briskly, Glin'kharr marched into the office and stood at attention.
>"Glin'kharr Lieutenant MD reporting for duty, sir," he said to the
>grizzled human sitting behind the desk.
>
>VA Nicholas, his attention on some piece of administrivia, didn't bother
>to look up, but simply stuck out his hand. Glin'kharr handed over his
>orders immediately; he had them ready this time.
>
>"Hrmf, what's this?" Nicholas mumbled as he looked at the paper. Glancing
>sharply up at the Doctor, he barked, "Your _bio_, Lieutenant!"
>
>Fumbling desperately through his bag, Glin'kharr managed to produce the
>bio with a minimum of spillage, and handed it over to the Admiral.

"Right then." The Admiral toggled a key on his desk. "Interrupt me and suffer." He then closed the channel before anyone had time to answer. "What is told to you here today stays very confidential. If news of this got out we could have widespread panic or worse and I would know who to look to for the reason why." So saying the Admrial passed a PADD with a medical file called up across to the snow-white Lupine. Glin'kharr adjusted his bifocals and tapped the PADD scanning past the headers and security warnings down to a series of case studies. Minutes passed while the Admiral looked out a window and smiled without humour as he heard first a grunt of recognition followed by the growl of suspicion that this might be a trick. He turned back and forestalled any questions with a few direct statements. "Yes, it is accurate. Yes, the time/date stamps are valid. Yes, we think it is, too."

"But the last cases of the tarellian plague were seen over four decades ago." Protested the doctor.

"Four decades is not long enough for species to forget. If this gets out then we will have another series of planetary bombings and interdictions. Suspicion will set interstellar trade and diplomacy back to the dark ages. We can't let that happen."

"But it was proven over two decades ago that the best that could ever be done is palliative care. The plague is a fast mutative and not curable, as a matter of fact it is thought that there is not hope of there ever beign a cure. It is the medical equivalent of the Kobayashi Maru, a no win situation. What is the population of the planet infected?"

The Admirals face turned bleak. "That is the problem. It is not a planet, it is a Ring."

"A Ring?" Pink eyes showed confusion.

"A manufactured ring encirling the a star at a little less than one AU. It is similar to a dyson sphere without the total coverage assosiated with a shere. This one has been colonized by over 70 billion life forms from 30 different member states of the Federation." The Admiral called up a image on the display screen.

"And yet they are each well spread out and there is no crowding save for the species who prefer to be crowded. The Ring has an interior surface are that would rival ten thousand planets. Its polar regions suit cold weather species and its equatorial belt would make a Vulcan sweat. The outbreak of the disease is right now in a primarily human colony at about 40 degrees below the equator. They are a group of . . . "

The Admiral snorted. " Neo-Luddites. As such they have had little commerce with their neighbors and we don't fear contagion too much yet. But it is just a matter of time. Time we don't have. I am putting you on a D-Warp shuttle towards earth where you will rendezvous with the USS FEYNMAN and from there you will proceed to the Ring at the indictaed coordinates. You are not to discuss this subject on subspace save in a most circumspect way.

I want an evaluation of isolation methods and the risk factors involved. The Neo-Luddites will not allow themselves to be moved but if push comes to shove we will move or remove them to save the others in the Ring."

"Remove. You mean kidnap them?"

"Doctor, when your forebears met with a cancerous growth that threatened the life of the patient was the surgery considered kidnapping?"

"The cells did not survive the removal."

"But the body did. If this gets out and they are still on that Ring then you can expect a war ending in a series of quantum torpedoes targetting the Ring structure to excise the 'cancer'. Tactical ran a simulation for me, not knowing the motivations." Azariah tapped another key and on the viewscreen the Ring blossomed with fire the slwly began to unwind, the ends whipping around. Then the center, feeling the unbalanced pull of the star for the first time began an Icarus approach to the calling gravity well. The arms of the broken ring trailed behind it as it plunged into the star.

Silence filled the room.

"I don't know what solution I expect you and the Feynman to come up with. But it better be good. Seventy billion lives depend on it. Dismissed."

<<<nrpg>>> Temporary Doc for the summer as requested and a mission

what more could you ask for?

mike--->knowing there is more and waiting for the asking

USS FEYNMAN: Back to the Feynman

by Kristen Gant 5-12-1996

Stardate: 80512.2132
Scene: Shuttle bay
Last day of Shore Leave

Krysa and Kavan found themselves back in the shuttle port catching their own shuttle. They had decided to head back early as Kavan had a few bags that needed to be unpacked. They had already said their good-byes to Krysa parents and her brother at the Betazed Embassy, so there was no one seeing them off as they boarded the shuttle bound for space dock orbiting Earth.

The shuttle was full, but Krysa and Kavan were the only ones from the Feynman. Kavan chatted amiably with those near him, while Krysa thought about all she needed to do once back on the Feynman. She was looking forward to getting back to the ship. For the most part she had been off duty since they left Furjen. She had filled a few shifts, but most of the time had been spent with family. Now she was itching to be back doing her job.

She knew there would be new crew to put through an orientation before they headed out on their next mission. Though there should be enough time as they headed back to Epsilon.

“You’re quiet today.” Kavan whispered in her ear.

She turned and smiled at him, “Just thinking about all the things I have to do when we get back.”

Kavan gave her a teasing frown, “I’m not going to see you once we get there am I?”

She chuckled. “Well, definitely not as much as you have the last two weeks.”

“Actually that may not be a completely bad thing. My mind has been full of ideas this week, and I haven’t had a chance to write any of them down.” He kissed her lightly, “Not that I would have changed any of it.”

<We are approaching space dock, please remain in your seats.> came the pilots voice.

Once aboard the Feynman, they headed to Krysa’s quarters. Krysa had to remind herself that it was no longer just her quarters. It seemed so strange. Kavan was glad to find his bags were sitting there waiting for him.

“I’ll let you unpack while I head down and start getting my department in shape. I’m sure things are completely out of hand.”

“Alright,” he said, opening the first bag, “I’ll be right here.”

Krysa left and headed to her office. On the way she ran into Ein. “Welcome back, Lt.” he said.

“Thank you, Mr. Ein.” she said with a faint smile. She and Ein had never quite gotten along, and the disciplinary action she’d had to take against him had put them further apart then ever. She had honestly expected him to transfer off the Feynman, so was surprised to see that he was still on board. “Did you have a good shore leave?” she asked trying to be friendly.

He nodded, “Yes, I did.” he paused, “Lt., I thought you should know that I have put in a request for a transfer to a different department.”

Krysa nodded. “I understand.” She didn’t ask which department and he didn’t offer the information.

“I expect that Cmdr. Zane will make it official upon his return. I just thought you should know, so you could plan accordingly.”

“I appreciate that, Mr. Ein.” He nodded to her and continued on his way. She watched him go. She couldn’t say that she was sad to see him go. She continued on her way to her office.

Regards,
Lt. Krysa Jenn

NRPG: Well, Krysa and Kavan are on board, and I’ve decided that Krysa and Ein have put each other through enough torture, so he’s being transferred. I suppose he could still show up on the ship somewhere as he isn’t leaving the Feynman :)

Kristen

USS FEYNMAN: Starfleet Security HQ

by Andrew Nugteren 5-12-1996

SD: 80512.1245
Scene: Starfleet Security HQ

Jade stepped off the turbolift at level 31. Today was the last day of official shore-leave, but already official matters had taken her back on duty. The pressing need at hand was replacement staff for her department. The end of their mission had seen several notable transfers. Chief Petty Officer Barbara Mancuso, previous ACSO, had accepted a promotion aboard Silver Fleet's flagship, the U.S.S. Andromeda. While it was a drop in title, serving aboard the flagship was the sort of experience that Barbara had needed on her service record to get ahead. Jade hoped that they would keep in touch, since they had grown fairly close in the few months they had served together.

"Lt.(jg) Jade Sr'qwon of the U.S.S. Feynman," she stated her name and position, and then her intentions. "I have an appointment with LtCmdr O'Reily."

The Yeoman on duty double-checked the padd in front of him, and then gestured with one arm to the door. "This way, sir."

Jade followed him down the corridor and into the well-decorated office of the Deputy Director of Security Personnel. The decor was fairly neutral, although occasional flashes of color cheered the office up somewhat. Jade took the proferred seat and concentrated on the mental preparation she had put in in the last hour. LtCmdr O'Reily hadn't exactly the best reputation within Starfleet for helpfulness, so while she had decided to play the meeting by ear, she had resolved to be cautious.

"Lieutenant," the middle-aged man behind the desk gave an uncharacteristic smile. "Finally we have the pleasure of meeting. I've just been reviewing the reports from your latest mission. Your department performed with distinction."

"Thank you sir," Jade replied fairly neutrally. "Although I would prefer to label our performance adequate. We did our duty."

"Come now," O'Reily replied. "I never knew a Trill as modest before. Take it from me you can take pride in your department. But that aside, I believe you are finalising replacements for your staff."

"That's correct sir. I've been reviewing the files you sent me, and I've got the following preliminary request list." She pushed a padd across the desk and paused to give her superior time to scan the contents.

O'Reily rested his chin on one arm, and nodded. "Hmmm," he spoke at last. "That's a very fine team you've managed to put together there. Well done."

"It is only a preliminary sir," Jade replied cautiously. "I was awaiting your approval before I finalised it and sent out reporting orders to those concerned."

"I approve it without qualification," O'Reily s and pushed the padd back towards her. "Request granted."

"Thank you sir," Jade forgot her caution for a moment and smiled warmly. Two hours later, when Jade had finally sent out the last of the reporting orders to her new officers and crew, O'Reily was still picturing her standing in his office with that impish look on her face.

Respectfully submitted,

Lt(jg) Jade Sr'qwon
Chief Security Officer
U.S.S. FEYNMAN

USS FEYNMAN: Going Home

by Andrew Catterick 5-14-1996

SD: 80514.0800
Scene: Shuttle

Zane leaned back in his seat and watched the Earth slip a way out the window. It had been an extremely relaxing week that ended all too soon. He looked forward to returning to the FEYNMAN, to seeing his friends, but he already missed Anjiro.

As relaxing as it had been, it had also been a week full of surprise. As he looked down at the two swords resting on his lap his mind drifted back to his arrival at the village. Yoshi, Lord Nakamura, he corrected himself, had been waiting for him along with all from the village. The villagers had been scattered throughout the square on the theirs knees, heads pressed into the dirt in a formal bow. The samurai, both male and female, lined up and also bowing. Lord Nakamura came forward and presented Zane with the two swords, bestowing samurai status on him for his past actions of loyalty and bravery in the name of his village.

From here things had been a whirlwind. He had bartered successfully with Nakamura for his annual stipend, 120 Koku and then, to his embarrassment had accepted the need for a consort. In feudal Japan it was the wife who attended to all financial matters thus alleviating the man from 'dirtying' himself with such things. She oversaw the household and along with making wise investments made payments ranging from salaries to purchasing food to paying her husband's debts from visiting the Willow World.

After a little polite maneuvering Zane had accepted Mariko, Yoshi's sister as his consort. As he would be gone for extended periods of time she would be de-facto head of his line. Zane shifted in his seat uncomfortable at the though of being married. He still hadn't resigned himself to the fact and wondered how serious he should take this. While life in Anjiro was very real it was still only a tourist destination. Wasn't it?

Of course the biggest surprise had been reserved for his departure. Yoshi had accompanied him back to the visitor centre and as had given Zane a holocube.

"What's this?" Zane had asked.

"It is a new development. I have recorded the village and all its inhabitants on it, they'll all appear to be who they really are. Every few days a subspace signal will be sent out 'updating' their knowledge so that when you interact with them on the holodeck you will be able to be a part of the village. Likewise, when you finish your visit a signal will be sent to me and I will tell those who you have interacted what has transpired. You are samurai now, and my aide, you must remain current."

"Aren't the inhabitants supposed to be anti-technology. I know you are rising throught the ranks but how did you get a hold of something like this?"

"So sorry. I have not been completely honest with you. I am Nakamura of *the* Nakamura's. It is my zaibutsu that finances all this."

"But that makes no sense. You control one of the most modern multinationals on Earth and yet you live in the past."

Yoshi shrugged. "Karma, neh?"

Zane bowed. "Good bye Nakamura-san."

"Excuse me Commander, we're arriving at ALPHA."

"Thank-you Ensign." Zane had been startled back from his memories. He had selected the shuttle ride back to ALPHA so he could get a last look at Earth but even though he had been staring out the window he had missed it all. __________________________
Scene: Main accessway, USS FEYNMAN

"Welcome back Commander. Relaxing week?"

"Very. You? How's the little one?"

"Fine." Onta proudly beamed. "Souvenirs?" He asked pointing down at the two swords.

"Something like that." Zane smiled. "How's the ship?"

"Ready for departure. You were the last to come aboard."

"Good. I'm going to stop by my cabin quickly. I'll join you on the bridge shortly. In the meantime lets get underway."

<<<NRPG>>>

Okay someone take us out! Set course for EPSILON warp 6

Mike: Ready whenever you are!

regards,
Andy

-CMDR Zane, Commanding, USS FEYNMAN
-LT.CMDR Nigel Brock, Instructor, Holodeck 18
-LT.CMDR Tarsa Rogers, Executive Officer, USS GAUSS

USS FEYNMAN: First to Arrive

by Andrew Nugteren 5-15-1996

Stardate: 80515.0508
Scene: Holodeck Briefing

Arriving slightly before the briefing was about to begin, Jade tapped on the holodeck controls to open the door and stepped out into the bleak desert landscape that Lt. Jerran had prepared. Directly ahead, a set of steps led up the mountain. Jade noted that the ancient staircase had been modernised a little and converted into a moving escalator. What was unusual was that the escalator was moving down the stairs. That would have been Bat she decided, and the corner of her mouth came up into a slight grin. Trust him to make things a little more difficult.

It was fairly hot, and the atmosphere was muggy and rather dense. It reminded her of the Kyabush on Trill, near where she had been brought up. In any case, the escalator would make up for having missed her physical training programme over the last week while on leave. She took a deep breath and ran at the staircase bounding up the steps in leaps and bounds. Several hundred meters above her, she could see a figure on the skyline that looked remarkably like Bat. An instant later, she felt the escalator speed up slightly, increasing the workout to more like the level of a marine battle efficiency course. Several minutes later, she emerged at the top onto a flat plateau with a structure that looked rather like a Vulcan temple. Turning to look at where she had come from, she noticed two other officers just beginning to start the ascent up the stairs.

Bat was observing her just a few metres away. She turned and walked the few steps seperating them, breathing slowly and deeply in a controlled and relaxed manner. "Bat," she accused him. "This was your idea wasn't it?"

"Would I do such a thing, miss?" Bat looked her straight in the eyes. "This was all Lieutenant Jerran's doing."

Jade weighed up his version of the truth and found it a little wanting.

Respectfully submitted,

Lt(jg) Jade Sr'qwon
Chief Security Officer
U.S.S. Feynman

<<NRPG>>

I would add more, but I've got to run to class.

Joseph: Love the idea :)

Ted: Welcome aboard!! Don't be frightened by all these mad people we have aboard *grin* Just don't ever get aboard a shuttle if Krysa is at the controls!!

Kristen: Some of us haven't forgotten yet :)

USS FEYNMAN: A Briefing on top of a Temple?!

by Bill Valera 5-15-1996

Stardate: 80515.0500
Scene: Holodeck Briefing

Ensign Serra stepped throught the holodeck arch only to be greeted by the a dry, arid gust of wind. Looking around it, he seemed to be on a far off alien land scape. Jakkao looked up the long flight of steps leading up to the main chamber of the temple and he sighed. The Chief Science officer gripped the PADD in hand and began this long, ardouous ascent.

Respectfully Submitted,
Bill Valera
ENS. Serra, Jakkao J.
USS FEYNMAN CSCIO

NRPG:

Just a quickie to let you all know I am still alived and well despite finals and a minor bout with some alien flu. =)

More later...
Bill

USS FEYNMAN: Climbing Makes Me Hungry

by Kristen Gant 5-15-1996

Stardate: 80515.1150
Scene: Briefing

Commander Zane had called a briefing even before they reached Epsilon. This was highly unusual. It looked like they might not ever make it back to the Starbase. Krysa entered the Holodeck and was hit by a wave of heat. She groaned. Looking at the landscape, it could only mean one thing. “Terri...”

She headed to the stairs and began her long journey to the top. Well, she had always wanted to visit Mt. Seleya, though as she trudged up this Holodeck version of it, she couldn’t for the life of her remember why.

Reaching to top she looked at Jerran who seemed perfectly happy in this particular climate. “Have a boring shore leave, Mr. Jerran.”

He chuckled, “Nah, just a little extra time on my hands.”

“I guess so,” she laughed with him, “Let’s just hope the food makes it worth the climb.”

“Krysa, is there any food that you don’t like?” he smirked.

Krysa thought for a moment, “Yes, peas. I don’t like peas.” Terri opened his mouth to comment, but Krysa held up her hand, “Don’t ask.” She then made her way to sample the Vulcan fare.

Bat was at the table fussing over his display. “Looks great, Bat.”

“Krysa,” he exclaimed, “Haven’t seen you since your wedding. Have you been avoiding me?”

“Of course not,” Krysa smiled, “Just been getting Kavan settled in.”

“That was some wedding,” said Bat, “Always loved those Betazoid ceremonies. Now they have an appreciation for beauty.”

“I would have to agree with you.” Krysa laughed, “So what did you do with yourself during shore leave?”

Bat relayed his adventures to her as they awaited the rest of the crew.

Regards,
Lt. Krysa Jenn

USS FEYNMAN: Prelude to a Crisis

by Andrew Catterick 5-15-1996

<<<NRPG>>>

I think we have inadvertently put the horse before the cart in that we can't very well have a mission briefing before we have a mission;) To get around this I did something I really hate doing....I changed a bit of Ted's post. Instead of Dr. Glin'kharr being escorted to the briefing I had him escorted to meet with Zane first and pass along hand delivered (and therefore secure) mission orders from the Admiral.

Ted: I hope you don't mind. As the crew can attest to this is not something that I do lightly.

<<<RP>>>
SD:80515.2100
MD:1.1000
Scene:Bridge

"Captain, sensors show a shuttle approaching...its just coming out of d-warp."

"On screen." Zane sat forward in his seat, curious. Only a day out of ALPHA it was a little out of the ordinary for a D-warp shuttle to arrive unannounced. "Zoom in on its markings."

Instantly the shuttle's aft-port quarter filled the center of the screen. "Hmmm....all the way from EPSILON. Commander were you expecting any new personnel who couldn't wait for us to return?"

"No sir. It seems we have a mystery of sorts." the first officer replied.

"Captain the shuttle pilot requests permission to land and has relayed the request of the passenger to see you immediately."

Zane raised an eyebrow. "Grant permission and have someone escort the passenger to my ready-room." He rose from his chair. "Commander you have the bridge."

________________
Scene:Ready-room

"Come."

As the doors parted Zane was surprised to see his first Kar'llian. "Lieutenant junior grade Glin'kharr reported as ordered."

"Ordered by whom?"

"Admiral Nicholas, sir." He held out a datachip before Zane had a chance to reply. "These are your orders from the Admiral sir."

Zane accepted the chip and examined it for a few seconds wondering if he really wanted to know what message it contained. His instincts told him he didn't.

"I take it you will be joining us?"

"Yes sir. Admiral Nicholas assigned me as a mission specialist."

"Sciences or medical?" He had of course noticed the blue uniform when the FEYNMAN's newest officer arrived.

"Medical, exobiology specifically."

"Very well." He rose. "My exec, Commander Maril has the bridge. Report to him and he'll assign you quarters and take your bio to enter into the ship's manifest." He extended a hand. "Welcome aboard."

As Dr. Glin'kharr headed for the bridge Zane returned to his seat and inserted the datachip into his desktop terminal. After the appropriate codes were given and accepted the familiar Federation emblem was replaced by the unsmiling face of CINCSILVER. Over the next few minutes the Admiral provided a brief overview of the crisis and gave the FEYNMAN its orders. His video was followed by a rather lengthy section of text most of it dealing with medical research that was beyond him.

"May the gods protect us."

Placing his face in his hands he though for a few moments. "Zane to shuttlebay."

[Shuttlebay. Roberts here.]

"Mr. Roberts secure the D-warp it will be remaining with us and tell the pilot he has just been drafted. He can report to Lt. Jerran during BETA shift. Zane out."

Pulling the chip out of the terminal he rose and headed for the bridge. As he entered the bridge he noticed Maril look up at him, his curiosity clearly evident but his professionalism not allowing him to ask the question directly. "Seems we have a new specialist." He let the implied question hang.

"Seems so." Zane replied. "Mr. Jerran, how long to Epsilon Indi at maximum warp?"

The FCO entered a few commands into his board. "47.5 hours sir."

"Computer initiate Communications Protocol 1, authorization Zane, Sierra 8946 Echo 8253-A-72125."

<Acknowledged. Communications Protocol 1 is now in effect.>

The bridge officers traded shocked glances. CP-1 was a complete and total blackout of all communication emissions from the FEYNMAN. No messages of any kind could be sent without the joint authorization of the captain and FO. AS far as the rest of the universe was concerned the FEYNMAN no longer existed.

"Mr. Jerran set a course for Epsilon Indi, maximum warp."

"Maximum warp, aye."

Zane turned to Maril and handed him the chip. "Commander I'd like you to review the information on this and then schedule a meeting of the senior staff for 1300."

Maril accepted the chip and headed for the ready-room without a word. The concern plainly evident on his face.

The captain turned back to the FCO. "Lieutenant if I remember correctly your up on the rotation for creating the holobriefing site. If you can get it done on time your excused from the rest of your shift."

<<<NRPG>>>

Well this brings us up to where everyone started to arrive on the holodeck. I'll post the beginning of the briefing either tonight or first thing in the morning. Until that time Zane, Maril and Glin'kharr are the only ones who know what the mission is and they aren't talking. <EG>

Please note the mission clock has been reset.

Lysle: Did I understand your NRPG to say that Tok did not return from shore-leave. If this is true what is the reason you would like to use. Changed his mind about Straun's offer?

Ted: Bio/rosters on the way!

regards,
Andy

-CMDR Zane, Commanding, USS FEYNMAN
-LT.CMDR Nigel Brock, Instructor, Holodeck 18
-LT.CMDR Tarsa Rogers, Executive Officer, USS GAUSS

USS FEYNMAN: Wrapping Up Ends and Starting a Mission...

by Max Felsher 5-16-1996

SD 80516.0300(GMT)
Shuttlebay 2

Maril stood there, sorry that his family had to leave. However, he knew they had to go and so hugged his family members, including his father, who was leaving, after being on the Feynman for so long. He also said goodbye to one family member who hadn't been there when he had greeted his family seemingly so long ago--little Krysel.

"No drought for your river," his family members said goodbye.

"No drought for your rivers," Maril replied.

As they boarded their shuttle and the shuttlebay-doors started to unlock, Maril waved goodbye, then walked out of the shuttlebay.

Holodeck: Vulcan Mountain Temple

The Tamarian walked through the double doors of the Holodeck to some dismay--and perspiration. The long staircase before him was not a welcome sight. Well, he'd just have to have a little talk with whomever created this physical exertion tool.

Halfway up the steps, he felt like he was going to die. Maybe more than just a talk was in line for the creator of the program. Something more substantial...like a demotion.

Finally, he was two steps from the top. He didn't know if he could go on any longer, but he tried. Okay, one step...one more step to go. He fell forward, almost hitting the hard stone floor at the summit of the mountain. He didn't, however, and was able to look up to see the waiting officers at the top. Jerran and Sr'qwon and Jenn and a...wolf. Maril thought maybe he was going to faint, fall down all those stairs and have to climb back up them again.

"Hello, Commander. Like my program?" Jerran laughed.

Aha. So this was who the criminal was. It would have been Jerran. "Yes, a very nice program, Lieutenant," Maril smiled facetiously. "Perhaps you could step over here," Maril said, motioning towards the edge of the mountain. He didn't think that he could throw Jerran over, considering his greater strength and the fact that this was Jerran's natural habitat. But he might die in the process, and thus remove himself from this terrible environment.

"If it's all right with you, Commander, I think I'll stay over here," Jerran smiled.

Maril smiled back. "Very well. Where's Commander Zane?"

The sun has met the sea,
Lt. Commander Onta Maril,
First Officer, USS Feynman,
aka Max Felsher

NRPG: Well, this is just to get Maril up-to-date. Really sorry about not posting more, recently.

USS FEYNMAN: NRPG

by Max Felsher 5-16-1996

All,

I just created a post, then I recieved Andy's post, so:

1) Assume for the part in the Holodeck after MD 1.1300
2) Also, assume Maril's surprise at seeing Glin'Kharr(sp?) is just because he's still not used to seeing wolves in SF uniforms, even if he has met one of them.
3) And assume that whatever Maril's mood, it's just a cover for the very dark mood he's in about the mission.

Live long and prosper,
Max

P.S. Ooh, I'm one of the ones who can authorize contact outside the Feynman...now I feel powerful! ;)

USS FEYNMAN: Zane Arrives

by Andrew Catterick 5-16-1996

SD: 80516.0900
MD: 1.1250
Scene: Holodeck 2

As Zane entered the holodeck he was immediately assaulted by a wave of heat which became much worse after he realized the stairs in front of him weren't there merely for show. Looking up and cursing the idea of a long climb he noticed a small speck waving frantically. It had to be Jerran. At least the climb would give him time to reconsider his policy of holodeck briefings. They were supposed to breed a relaxed environment. Relaxed wasn't the word to describe what Zane would be when he got to the top of this big rock. Rock! That was the key!

"Computer, access Earth's mythological database and create a Roc complete with saddle and harness."

Instantly the huge bird appeared. Pausing only to grab the hypo and push the triox into his neck he jumped aboard and the two were away.

Mount Selya really was beautiful from the air and it seemed the computer generated bird was enjoying the flight even more than he was. Content to let the Roc fly its own course he settled back to enjoy the view. Spying the battlefield he steered the great bird towards it, intent on buzzing the participants. A few near misses by some powerfully thrown spears from both sides quickly changed his mind.

Landing on a small dais away from the meeting site. He hopped down and with a meaning full stare into his steed's eyes, and a pointed finger to the ground he told it to "Stay."

After some brief mingling and a trip to the buffet table to retrieve some Vulcan fruit salad and a glass of their strong tea he seated himself at the briefing table. In short order the other officers joined him.

"I trust you have all met Lt. Glin'kharr?"

Several nods.

"For those of you who were not on the bridge....we are at CP-1. I realize this is a drastic measure but by the end of the briefing the need for it will be apparent." He touched a button on the arm of his chair and small sections of the stone table face in front of each officer 'dissolved' away to reveal a computer terminal.

"This is the star Epsilon Indi, located on the southwest frontier of SILVER's border." A small ball of yellow light appeared in the center of each screen and began to grow in size as the view began to zoom in on the system. The object that is circling this star is a Dyson's Ring, similar to a Dyson's Sphere with the exception of course of its physical structure.

The ring is home to 327 races comprising a total population of just over 70 billion. The ring was discover 10 years ago and has been studied ever since. Each community remains removed from the others but a dozen or so have discovered each other and have developed inter-ring trade.

"This section," A small portion of the ring stated 'blinking' red, "is home to the neo-Luddites a human colony. Like most of the rest, we know they arrived well before the Federation moved into this region but we don't know how.

As you can imagine, this is an excellent opportunity to study the evolution and interaction of a multitude of societies and Starfleet has been doing so since the ring was discovered.

Three days ago USS BENTON returned to EPSILON after a 30 day deployment studying the Luddites. During the 2 day trip back to the starbase 3 crew members died, with little warning, of some mystery illness that they had picked-up in the Luddite community. Apparently the Luddites had developed some sort of sickness and the crew of the BENTON tried to assist. They weren't a medical intensive ship by any means and so were unable to even diaganose the sickness. Unfortunately the BENTON's medic was sure the transporter's bio filters would detect and kill any germ's on returning crewmen, who had at this point, he was sure, not contracted it. He was wrong on both counts and now the entire ship and crew is infected, quarantined and orbiting a moon on the outskirts of known space. A medical frigate is enroute but the crew will most likely be dead before it gets there.

The medical staff on EPSILON have confirmed the sickness to be Tarellian Plague."

There were a few gasps of disbelief from the assembled officers.

"But that died out for..."

Zane raised a hand. "If you'll look to your viewers you can scan the initial reports by EPSILON medical as well as our orders."

_________________
Several minutes later

"We have quite a number of problems ahead of and I'm sure you all understand the consequences of failure."

Zane began to tick off priorities. "We need to isolate the Luddite section of the Ring from the others. Once this begins to spread we've lost. We have to stop the spread of the disease amongst the Luddites themselves. We have to aid the dying and dispose of the dead. We have to keep this quiet. Everytime this thing has reared its head chaos has followed. Planets have died, empires have fallen, civilizations have been wiped out. If word gets out you can expect warships from all over the quadrant arriving to vapourize the Ring and anyone who have had contact with it."

"Fortunately this is not a well travelled sector but obviously any ships that enter the system can not be allowed to dock at or near the Luddite Community."

"Aren't the away teams facing the same dangers as the crew of the BENSON?"

Zane gestured towards Dr. Glin'kharr.

"Yes and no. I have hypos that I can give each member that will give you about a 90% immunity from the virus but they must be injected every six hours starting 24 hours before contact or they are useless."

Each officer digested the 90% protection figure.

"What happens if we can't stop the spread?"

Zane looked grim. "This is an emergency situation with very conceivably the galaxy at stake, our orders are clear. Sterilization."

"You mean we beam down and kill all those people?" Krazny asked aghast.

"Actually that won't work. This is a very hardy virus that can live and spread for months without coming in contact with any lifeforms." Glin'kharr addedd.

"I mean we use ships phasers to cut the entire colony out of the ring and let it drift into the sun."

"We can't! The report was quite clear that any stress of that nature would doom the entire ring to destruction."

"That won't happen because Lt. Koreth and Ensign Serra are going to come up with a way to keep the ring stable." Zane looked at the two officers who nodded, each of them thinking it was impossible.

<<<NRPG>>>

Well how's that for a start to an interesting meeting?

I think Mike has given us the makings of an excellent meeting. We have medical dilemmas, strategic dilemmas, technical dilemmas and most importantly moral dilemmas.

I look forward to your characters take on this as well as additional problems/solutions/outcomes that may concern us.

regards,
Andy

-CMDR Zane, Commanding, USS FEYNMAN
-LT.CMDR Nigel Brock, Instructor, Holodeck 18
-LT.CMDR Tarsa Rogers, Executive Officer, USS GAUSS

USS FEYNMAN: Arrivals

by Charles Jencks 5-17-1996

SD 80517.0510
USS Feynman Holodeck

Krazny Oktyabr looked up Mount Seleya, and was thankful he'd thought of rocket boots after the last briefing. He kicked the rockets on, and shot up to the top of the mountain. "Sorry I'm late, Captain."

Previously... Late July, 1998. Annapolis, Maryland...

Dr. Ryan cried all night, after the doctors told him that not only did his daughter have leukemia, but that there was no chance she'd survive the summer. There was one doctor who kept insisting there was hope... cryostorage. "There may be a cure in the future..." he kept saying.

Jack looked up. "Do it, but I want to say goodbye to my little Sally." He headed into the room where his little daughter, only ten years old, lay in a hospital bed. His wife, Dr. Ryan, was already there... as a medical doctor she'd been allowed to see everything.

Later but still previously... July 2398. Annapolis, Maryland...

The lights flickered on, and the little girl lay in bed, well for the first time in just over 400 years. She whispered, "What day is it?"

"July 25. 2398."

"400 years..." The ten-year-old Sally Ryan could hardly understand... but she remembered what happened...

... and, strangely, that she'd always rolled in her sleep.

NRPG:

Well, late, I made it to the briefing (server trouble). I thought I'd use the opportunity to try to explain Sally's origins.

Charles Jencks
LtJG Krazny Oktyabr
USS FEYNMAN, CNS

USS FEYNMAN: Cunning plans and Clever Tricks

by Andrew Nugteren 5-17-1996

SD: 80517.1330
MD: 1.1300 (after the subspace blackout, ie. we are unaware what's going on)
Location: Jupiter Main Cargo Ring
Scene: Flight Control HQ

"Tarellian freighter Alpha-Foxtrot 3-6-3-9, you have docking clearance at Pylon 15-C. Reduce your velocity to 1/10th impulse."

A silence followed, so Yeoman 1st Class Leanne Jacobsen repeated her message.

"Alpha-Foxtrot 3-6-3-9, you have docking clearance. Please acknowledge."

Silence. The freighter was now within visual range, and the young woman manning the flight control desk beckoned her supervisor over. "Lt. Hanaway, the Tarellian ore freighter is not responding to our hails sir.

The Lieutenant on watch decided to take it upon herself to hail the ship. While Jacobsen wasn't exactly green, she was only new to the station and although the comm systems were supposed to be user-friendly, it also wasn't that difficult to miss something important on the panel.

"Tarellian freighter Alpha-Foxtro 3-6-3-9, this is Lt. Hanaway, Jupiter Flight Control. Please acknowledge."

A faint static sounded in the bacground, intensified for a moment and then cut away again only to be followed by a few wavy lines and the very faint outline of a humanoid. It was trying to say something, although whatever was interfering with the communication link made it impossible to make anything out.

"Sir," Yeoman Jacobsen addressed her superior. "My panel is showing that the freighter's speed is increasing to 3/10th impulse and rising. They're on a direct collisison course."

"Red Alert," the order came back. "Shields up."

The klaxon sounded as all eyes turned to the main operations viewer. The profile of the freighter increased in size and then with only a few seconds to spare, cut its engines and came to a complete halt just outside the defence shield perimeter. "Sir, we're being hailed."

The viewer this time had perfect clarity, and no traces of the previous interference remained. A man rose from the command chair and stepped forward a few paces. "Lt Hanaway is it?" he enquired politely. "Please route my message through to Starfleet HQ." He paused for a few moments until she acknowledged his request had been actioned.

"Good," he stated. "What I am about to do, I do not for myself but for the good of the Order. While we do not negotiate, but intend to prove to you today that likewise, we do not bluff. Aboard my ship, my cargo holds contain not the Obelitzium that your scanners detect, but a large quantity of anti-matter. Isn't it amazing what simple Ferengi shielding technology can achieve when coupled with a phase-transvertor." He grinned wickedly at the viewscreen.

"Anyway," he carried on. "I'm getting side-tracked now, and I do have a pressing appointment. Bon voyage and sweet dreams!"

Both Lt. Hanaway and Yeoman Jacobsen felt nothing as the massive explosion completely obliterated the station and swept everything in the surrounding area into an oblivion of nothingness.

Respectfully submitted,

Lt(jg) Jade Sr'qwon
Chief of Security
U.S.S Feynman

<<NRPG>>

Well, I guess I have to confess that I'm at it again, building little sub-plot lines for later on that is!! Maybe you'll see this one woven into a thread some weeks on :)

USS FEYNMAN: Admiring the Ring

by Kristen Gant 5-19-1996

Stardate: 80519.1456
Scene: Krysa’s Quarters -> 10-forward
MD: 1.1715

Krysa entered her quarters. “Kavan?” she called. She looked around the rooms, but couldn’t find him. “Computer, what is the location of Kavan Grall.”

Krysa smiled and headed toward 10-forward. She supposed that Kavan was admiring the sight of the Ring as she had not long ago. It had been a spectacular sight.

Walking into the lounge she spotted Kavan sitting looking out the window, indeed admiring the view. Coming up behind him she said, “Somehow I knew I’d find you like this.”

He grinned as he turned to look at her. “Oh, yeah... why is that?”

“Well, partially because the computer told me where to find you. But also because I was standing on the bridge not long ago doing the exact same thing.”

He chuckled. “It is amazing, isn’t it.” He turned back to look at the ring.

She sat down. “Yes.”

“Are you going in there.”

She shrugged, “I don’t know yet, but I would imagine at some point I will definitely be in there.”

“It’s something I’d love to see. But I’ll have to suffice sitting here dreaming about what’s in there.” He laughed, then motioned to a PADD sitting beside him. “I’ve already started.”

Krysa picked it up and saw that it was the beginnings of a story. She read a short section. “This is wonderful, Kavan.”

“Thanks, I’ve been inspired today.”

Regards,
Lt. Krysa Jenn

NRPG: Just a short one, to let you know that Krysa is still around ! I know she’s been quiet lately. I’ll make up for it later.... today the weather is gorgeous and I have some yard work to do :)

I hope the MD is okay... I pretty much picked it out of the blue as I wasn’t sure where we really were : )

Kristen

USS FEYNMAN: Captain's Log

by Andrew Catterick 5-20-1996

SD: 80520.1000
MD: 3.1000
Scene: Ready Room

"Captain's Log Stardate 80520.1000.....

We have been hanging off the Ring for just under two hours now making final preparations for the first landing party. Obviously the away team will be predominantly medical and sciences staff but Commander Maril has also added a few other specialties to round the team out. It is quite fortitous that Onta was once the CSciO, he and Glin'kharr have developed an excellent working relationship and if there is a chance of beating this plague I am know it rests with them.

Going over the logs of the BENSON, which we received from EPSILON last night, we've located a settlement in the Ring aproximately 500km from the Luddite community. There has been sporadic contact between the two communities so Commander Maril has decided to beam down just outside the Luddite city and enter dressed as there neighbours. The Luddite's are a simple people and it should be easy to hide our true origins.

As Maril will be on the Ring we have added Lt. Jenn to the CP-1 authorized officers in case communications must be sent. This seemed to be a prudent decision as it is unknown when Maril will be able to return to the ship. Every away mission has its dangerous. We all know that we may not be coming back but this one is different. This one is not just a possibility. Once they leave the ship they can not come back until a cure is found. Glin'kharrs booster shots make protect them from the disease but we can't take the chance of infecting the ship and suffereing the fate of the BENSON.

....End Log."

<<<NRPG>>>

Just a short one to get the ball rolling.

Max/Ted: Beam down when ever your ready but as you can't return until you've found a cure please leave someone on the ship with me!

Bill:???

regards,
Andy

-CMDR Zane, Commanding, USS FEYNMAN
-LT.CMDR Nigel Brock, Instructor, Holodeck 18
-LT.CMDR Tarsa Rogers, Executive Officer, USS GAUSS

USS FEYNMAN: Takeover

by Andrew Nugteren 5-20-1996

SD: 80520.1450
Scene: Caitian Passenger Cruise Liner; CCS-Olympia
MD: 2.0400

After encountering almost no-resistance the armed trio, with masks covering their faces, burst onto the bridge. Since it was the middle of the night, the bridge was only minimally manned and in command was a young 4th Officer. Although young, he had seen a phaser rifle demonstration before and quickly motioned all the bridge staff to the floor in surrender. A moment later the Captain had been awoken and was under guard.

While this was going on, the third of the intruders had revealed a small tool-case, and was already working on the internal security system. As the ship was in civil duty, ships security was light, although effective. Only several minutes later, the masked technician had shut-down access between all sections and had isolated passengers in their staterooms. Pleased with his work, he turned and addressed the leader.

"Ship secured sir," he reported smartly. "All off-duty personnel and passengers isolated in their staterooms and all controls have been routed direct to the bridge."

The leader nodded. "You have done your duty," he said solemnly. "Let us continue. Open me a channel ship-wide."

An alert klaxon sounded once to arouse all those who were sleeping. "My name is Cain," the leader began. "and this ship is now under the control of my men. Do not be alarmed. We do not intend to harm you in any way, although we have confined you to your quarters as a security measure in the interim. Please do not attempt to escape or to play hero. My men are armed with phaser rifles and will not hesitate to shoot if necessary. Enjoy the ride!"

While he was speaking, several more masked officers entered the bridge and assumed seats at the main bridge controls. After cutting the channel, Cain stepped up behind the now-manned helm controls.

"Lay in a course for the Zeta Axia system. Warp 6."

Respectfully submitted

Lt(jg) Jade Sr'qwon
Chief of Security
U.S.S. Feynman

<<NRPG>> This would have been a bit longer, except it's almost 3am and I need some sleep rather badly!! (ie. Assignment is due in today and I've just been doing finishing touches tonight!)

Zeta Axia system?? Isn't that near where we are?? *grin*

USS FEYNMAN: Orders

by Max Felsher 5-21-1996

SD 80521.0230(GMT)
MD 3.0400
Observation Lounge

Maril sighed as the officers assembled in the Observation Lounge. This was the announcement of the away teams.

He cleared his throat. "Thank you for coming," he addressed the senior officers. "As you know, we will be sending down an away team to survey the Neo-Luddites to see if we can find a cure."

"Now, I will not force anyone to come on a voyage into the storm. However, it would be appreciated if we could have some of your staffs beam down, if not yourselves."

"Just so you all know, I will be beaming down with the away team. Now, I will proceed to the individual staffs."

"First and foremost, Lieutenant Glin'kharr, you will be expected to send down a staff of at least twenty-five, some to take samples of the Neo-Luddites, and others to see how far the plague has spread in the area. Perhaps there will be other objectives as well. I leave that up for you to decide, Lieutenant. Also, Lieutenant, you may beam down to the planet if you wish, but you will not be taken to the settlement as a talking wolf might alarm them." Maril smiled.

"Second, Ensign Serra, you need to supply a party of approximately forty-five. They will basically just study the area, so that we have as much information about it as possible. Almost none of them will be sent into the settlement."

"Next, Lieutenant Sr'qwon, a few security details will be sent out for the teams which are not sent into the settlement. They will mainly be just protection against an attack, although I don't expect any. Also, I would like you to work on, along with Lieutenant Jenn, a way to possibly keep the Neo-Luddites in their settlement without them knowing that they are being kept there. And of course, watch out for any ships trying to destroy the settlement."

"Lieutenant Krazny, if you wish, you may send down away teams to assess the emotional state of the Neo-Luddites, and other settlements as well, if the Captain approves. Also, I want to find out how this crew is doing under the emotional stress."

"Lieutenant Koreth, I understand you have been working on the structural integrity of the Ring, and how to keep it stable. Please continue with this."

"Lieutenant Jenn, as I have already stated, I would like you to work with Lieutenant Sr'qwon on keeping the Neo-Luddites in their settlement unaware of that fact. You should also monitor the traffic around the ring. Report if anything looks suspicious. One shot might take out the Ring."

"Finally, Lieutenant Jerran, I think you are having enough trouble already keeping a stable 'orbit'. If you have time, you may help out where needed, although I do not expect you to send down any away teams."

"Remember that no one will be able to return to the Feynman after beaming down until a cure is discovered. If there are no more questions, you are dismissed."

The sun has met the sea,
Lt. Commander Onta Maril,
First Officer, USS Feynman,
aka Max Felsher

NRPG: Well, that's it, get to work! (BTW, if you want your character to beam down, just have them doing so. The decision is up to you.)

Also, you obviously do not have to name every member of your away party. Just name the important people. (Most of the teams are probably made up mostly of expendable crewmen, anyway. ;) )

USS FEYNMAN: Beaming to the Ring

by Kristen Gant 5-22-1996

Stardate: 80522.1219
Scene: Jenn’s quarters
MD: 3.1400

Krysa walked into her quarters after the away team meeting. She wanted to tell Kavan that she would be going as a part of the away team, before she headed to her department to arrange things with her staff. Upon entering she heard the happy tapping of a keyboards. She looked over at the desk to find Kavan typing away.

“You’re using a keyboard?”

Kavan looked at her in surprise, “I’m sorry, I didn’t hear you come in.” He looked down at the keyboard and grinned, “I like the tapping sound. Helps me concentrate. I think if you knew more writers you’d know that most of them still use keyboards like this.”

“Really.” Krysa laughed “I’d have thought the sounds would drive a person crazy.”

“Nope. It’s really rather soothing.” He looked at the clock and then back at Krysa. “What are you doing here. Shouldn’t you be on the bridge?”

“No, I’m going to arrange for my departments part in the away team. I’m giving my junior officers a chance at the bridge. They have to learn somewhere you know.”

“So you’re going on the away team?” He asked.

“Yes, though there is a major drawback.”

“What’s that?”

“Once we go down, we can’t come back until there’s a cure.”

He nodded. “So if they don’t find one, you can’t come back.”

“I’m sure Dr. Glin’karr can find a cure, after all, he’s got all of Starfleet medical behind him. And the antidote he’s got is about 90% effective at preventing the disease in the first place, but it is a daunting thought.”

He nodded, “Yes, I guess it would be.” He studied her face, “Were you afraid I’d ask you not to go?”

She chuckled. “Maybe, a little.”

“Krysa, I promised you that I wouldn’t get in the way of you doing your duty. I intend to keep that promise. Of course I’ll worry every minute until you return.” He took her hand. “I know this was all rushed for you, and I also know that it wasn’t really what you wanted, and so I guess I feel a little selfish.”

“You shouldn’t feel selfish, Kavan...” she began.

“I know. Actually this could be an excellent chance for us to hone our telepathic bond.” He smiled, *Can you hear, me.*

She laughed, *Yes, but you are right next to me holding my hand.*

*Can’t help it, I’m afraid to let it go.* He gave an exaggerated sigh and released her hand, “You’d better get off to where ever you are going, before I really refuse to let you go.”

She chuckled, “Alright, I’ll be back before you know it.” She then headed to her office to meet with her staff. She was in the turbo lift when she hear his faint call, *I love you.* She smiled. Yes, there was definitely a bond developing. It gave her hope for her telepathic powers.

She remembered the Shuttlecraft accident. Her experience with Terri had been the first telepathic experience she had had since the accident. Perhaps whatever happened there had gotten the ball rolling again. Or perhaps Kavan was right and there was a strong telepathic link between them. She wished she knew.

Once in her office she sat back and began some relaxation exercises. She tried to do this regularly. It gave her a chance to reach out and empathically feel the well-being of the crew. She had even honed it enough that she could pick out certain individuals, if their feelings were strong enough and they weren’t blocking them. Terri tended to be very closed, even now. Though once in a while she could pick him out. There was also some kind of a block with Krazney, and she was never able to read him. For some reason neither of them could get a feeling from the other despite thier Betazoid heritage. Tarrent and Zane also tended to be a little harder to read. Bat, on the other hand, was extremely open and very passionate and she could almost always feel him. And now Kavan. She could feel his contentment as he settled down to work on his writing. She could almost always tell what he was writing about by how he was feeling.

She preferred to do her empathic reaches when she was alone. She didn’t want to dig too deeply in peoples inner psyche’s when she was with them. Not to mention the well-being of the crew was no longer her department. She really didn’t want Krazney to think she was trying to do his job.

She was distracted by the door chime. She moved from the couch to the desk and said, “Come in.”

Jeanine Garret entered. The pretty young woman smiled as she sat down, “So what are our plans for this ring?” she asked. Jeanine was very straight forward, and eager to get to work. Much more pleasant to work with the Ein had been.

“We are to coordinate with security to keep the Luddites in thier settlement, without them knowing that we are doing so.”

“How are we to pull that off?” she chuckled.

“Well, I’m not sure how to do it without them knowing it, but I figure if we send a sensor operator down with every security team, we can keep better track of everyone’s comings and goings.” Krysa turned on her screen, “If the travel is light with few people leaving the settlement, we could most likely easily direct them back. If it gets heavier we may have a problem.”

“Who are you sending down?” she asked eagerly.

Krysa looked at her, “I’ll be going down to coordinate. I want you to stay on the ship and coordinate our sensor scans on the bridge. We need to monitor traffic around the ring and make sure that anything that looks suspicious is taken care of immediately.”

“I see,” she said, though she was obviously disappointed.

“Jeanine, I need you to basically be on call at all times. I know it’s a lot to ask, but if ships begin firing on the ring, there are going to be a lot of dead people... not to mention those of us who are down there.”

“I understand.” she said.

“Good, now let’s see who else we should send down with sensors.”

Scene: Transporter Room
MD: 3.1530

Krysa was with perimeter team one, ready to begin beam down of all the teams.

“Commander Zane Perimeter team one ready to begin beam down,” she said after hitting her comm pin.

Krysa felt the transporter take them, as the transporter room faded into a slightly wooded area. She looked around. It was a very strange sight, not to see a horizon. It was almost disorientating.

Regards,
Lt. Krysa Jenn

NRPG: Andrew: I’m going to send Krysa down right away to start coordinating the teams around the perimeter of the settlement. I figure she can be on the ring and you can be on the ship. Unless you’ve decided you want to come down. We could coordinate together... I just wasn’t sure if you were coming down or not.

Kristen

USS FEYNMAN: Bridge--->10 Forward

by Andrew Catterick 5-22-1996

SD: 80522.1600
MD: 3.1700
Scene: Bridge

"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."

___________________
Scene: Sickbay

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."

Bat leaned forward. "I don't care about any damn orders. What are *you* going to do."

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,
Andy

-CMDR Zane, Commanding, USS FEYNMAN
-LT.CMDR Nigel Brock, Instructor, Holodeck 18
-LT.CMDR Tarsa Rogers, Executive Officer, USS GAUSS

USS FEYNMAN: Getting to the Settlement

by Max Felsher 5-23-1996

SD 80523.1230(GMT)
MD 3.1545
Transporter Room 2

The away team of ten--Maril, two science officers, two security officers, and five medical officers--dressed in Neo-Luddite clothing, stood near or on the transporter pad, ready for transport.

"Maril to Bridge. This is the settlement team. All the other teams have beamed down, and we're ready to transport."

[Zane here. Go ahead, Commander. We'll be leaving this spot over the settlement after you beam down.]

"Understood. Maril out." Maril then signaled for the transporter operator to initiate the transporter sequence.

Epsilon Indi Ring: 2 km outside Neo-Luddite settlement

Maril looked around at this horizonless world. It was somewhat like the peasant in the city, but Maril looked away from that non-horizon and turned towards the settlement.

"We will walk to the settlement," Maril smiled. Some of the officers almost groaned, but a stern look from Maril silenced them. The exercise would be good for them anyway.

Each section outside the settlement had a leader, and then for each team a leader had been selected, and so on. Although Maril was technically in charge of the mission, Lt. Jenn had charge over all of the non-settlement teams, as Maril would not be able to contact them very frequently, or risk arousing the Neo-Luddites' suspicions.

About three-quarters of the way there, Maril turned around. "Now, remember, everything will be done in secrecy. Take your samples very casually, as if you were just walking around. If possible, try to get some samples from places other than their actual bodies. Security team, be ready, but I certainly don't want anything happening unless it is absolutely necessary. Science team, make note of anything, especially unusual things. We need all the information that we can get. Is this understood?"

The nods from the team members answered his question in the affirmative.

"Good. We will spread out, two or three to a group, so that the Neo-Luddites do not become suspicious of a large group. However, I will rent a place to stay. Look for a diagonal strip of red material, such as in a Command uniform, in the window." Those words gave no doubt to the origin of the strip. "Also, I will try to carve or paint a Starfleet insignia on the door. The communicators placed in your ears will allow us to communicate without the Neo-Luddites hearing the communication, though you have to be careful about what they hear *you* say. I will try to notify you all through this device, but if I am not able to, look for the signs I have already told you. Be there at 2200 hours tonight. Again, is this all understood?"

"Yes," was the reply from everyone.

"Good. We should break into our smaller groups."

There were two groups of three, and another two of two. Maril took up the rear with one of the medical officers.

The sun has met the sea,
Lt. Commander Onta Maril,
First Officer, USS Feynman,
aka Max Felsher

NRPG: Just an intro into the settlement plotline. I assume Maril will be the only PC on this team. Does anyone have *any* info on the Neo-Luddites?

USS FEYNMAN: Here's a Theory

by Kristen Gant 5-24-1996

Stardate: 80524.1130
Scene: Perimeter team one, Outside Neo-Luddite settlement
MD: 3.1800

Krysa saw to it that Team one was set up as the main check point. There were eight other teams at various locations surrounding the settlement. All equipment was camouflaged as best it could be though a close examination would prove what it really was. As long as none of the Neo-Luddites got to close, they would be okay. Each team had four security officers dressed in local clothing patrolling along their assigned section of terrain, one medical officer and one Ops officer, monitoring the scanners.

In the hour that they had been set up they had not noticed anything unusual. Several Neo-Luddites had been out of the settlement , but none so far as the perimeter teams. None even as far as the patrolling security officers. Krysa breathed a sigh of relief. With luck they wouldn’t have to deal with the Neo-Luddites at all. That suited her just fine. She wasn’t particularly excited about the possibility of coming in contact with the plague, despite the precautions they had taken.

As of yet, there seemed to be no panic in the Neo-Luddite community. She didn’t understand that considering the infestation of the plague. Unless they were not sick, but carriers of the disease. Was that why the crew of the Benson hadn’t known there was a problem.

She hit her comm pin. “Jenn to Dr. Glin’karr.”

<Glin’karr here.>

“Doctor, are you finding any signs of the plague yet?” she asked.

“It just struck me that from the perimeter it doesn’t appear there is any panic setting in. That’s highly unusual in a plague situation. Could the Neo-Luddites be carriers?”

“Jenn out.”

Scene: 10-forward

Kavan sat down next to Commander Zane. He had been writing for several hours since Krysa left, but didn’t seem to be getting anywhere, so he had decided to take a break. He was glad to find the Commander and Bat sitting at a table in 10-forward. Now at least he wouldn’t have to take his break alone.

“How’s the writing going?” asked Zane, glad for a distraction.

“Don’t ask.” he said grimly. “I was doing great... for a while. But since Krysa left, I can’t keep my mind off what’s going on over there. How do you guys get used to this.”

Bat grunted in irritation, “We don’t. Of course we don’t often send them down in situations like this, either.”

Kavan looked at the older man, “Krysa told me that they were going to be down there until they found a cure.”

“Still couldn’t talk her out of it, eh.” said Bat.

“Well, I didn’t try,” he said absently. He found himself staring out the window.

Regards,
Lt. Krysa Jenn

NRPG: I’m assuming Dr. Glin’karr’s camp is situated in or near one of the perimeter teams and that they have open access to one another... If my assumption is incorrect, simply delete the conversation

Kristen

USS FEYNMAN: A New Distraction

by Andrew Catterick 5-24-1996

SD: 80524.0900
MD: 3.1800
Scene: 10-Forward

> Kavan looked at the older man, "Krysa told me that they were going to be
> down there until they found a cure."
>
> "Still couldn't talk her out of it, eh." said Bat.
>
> "Well, I didn't try," he said absently. He found himself staring out the window.
>

Zane smiled at Kavan appreciating how hard that would be.

"Will they find a cure, Captain?" Kavan asked.

"Of course they will. I know this looks bad but it isn't hopeless. There are times when as Starfleet officers we may find ourselves recipients of orders that likely mean a one way trip. But this isn't one of them. Starfleet wouldn't send us here if they didn't think there was a chance." Zane pretended not to notice Bat roll his eyes. "If they thought this was a no-win scenario why jeopardize lives needless when other actions to destroy the virus could be taken."

"Hmmpf." Bat snorted.

Turning back to Kavan after a annoyed stare at Bat he continued. "And by the way please call me Zane, we're friends right?" He grinned.

"Of course!" Kavan replied returning the smile. "I must say, I was a little nervous about coming aboard. I've never really been aboard a military vessel and I didn't really know what to expect." He laughed. "I thought there would be this spartan existence aboard and you'd all be running around saluting each other and I'd stick out like a sore thumb. But, I have to say, I'm pleased that wasn't the case and I'm already getting spoiled by the quality of your holodecks."

"Perhaps we can get together for a holodeck adventure of our own. Bat, here, haunts the holodeck. May be you two could set something up..."

Before either men could answer they were interrupted by a call from the bridge. [Bridge to Captain Zane.]

"Zane here, what's up Lieutenant?"

[Something's happening on the Ring sir, I think you should get up here.]

"On my way."

________________________
Scene: Bridge

"Report." Zane ordered as he exited the turbolift. His eyes directed at the events on the main viewscreen.

Jerran was still sitting in the command chair quickly entering commands into the arm console. Zane noted how the FCO looked like he belonged there, the calm efficency. He'd make a fine captain one day. He rose to give Zane the seat.

"Sensors picked up a disturbance on the Ring's surface along the section almost directly across from the Luddite section. We determined that it was the opening of a large set of doors. Since I called you a convoy of 8 vessels has departed the ring structure."

"Heading?"

"To early to tell. These things are moving so slow they're almost going backwards. Right now they seem to be forming up for the journey. I've checked the database for similar ships and have confirmed that these are Panarik cargo carriers. The Panarik are a peaceful people who, other than periodic trading ventures, keep to themselves. They can't grow enough food to feed themselves so they trade mechanical equipment with several communities throughout the Ring....including the Luddites."

Zane frowned. They couldn't let those ships enter the Luddite community. "If they are heading there how long to get there?"

"Based on the reports of past survey teams, those things are built around a fairly inefficient fusion drive....I'd say 4 maybe 5 days." Jerran returned to the helm.

"Very well. Let's hold position here and see where they're heading. Hopefully it won't be to our neck of the woods and this will turn out to be one problem we won't have to worry about."

respectfully, Andy

-CMDR Zane, Commanding, USS FEYNMAN
-LT.CMDR Nigel Brock, Instructor, Holodeck 18
-LT.CMDR Tarsa Rogers, Executive Officer, USS GAUSS

USS FEYNMAN: A New Distraction Part II

by Andrew Catterick 5-24-1996

SD: 80524.1800
MD: 3.1800
Scene: Bridge

"Report." Zane ordered as he exited the turbolift. His eyes directed at the events on the main viewscreen.

Jerran was still sitting in the command chair quickly entering commands into the arm console. Zane noted how the FCO looked like he belonged there, the calm efficency. He'd make a fine captain one day. He rose to give Zane the seat. Jerran quickly gave him an update on the incoming passenger liner.

He turned to the OPS officer. "Put its stats up on the viewer"

Instantly an image of the OLYMPIA was visible on the left side of the viewscreen, the right side a text based listing of its specification.

"Hmmm..." Zane read aloud. "...standard liner. Warp 4 max. navigational screens only, minmial lasers to take care of stray debris, 5000 passengers, 1200 crew. She's a hell of a long way from home and the normal traffic routes. Helm plot an intercept course, full impulse."

"Captain something is happening on the surface of the ring!"

"On screen." Zane ordered.

"It looks like some sort of space dock doors are opening....yes there are some ships emerging."

"Where is this happening." Zane asked.

"Almost on the exact opposite side of the Ring from the Luddite settlement."

Over the next two minutes the bridge crew watched as 8 ships emerged and the door closed. A quick search of the computer database placed the ships as Panarik cargo carriers. The Panarik were a peaceful people who, other than periodic trading ventures, kept to themselves. Unfortunately they were unable to grow enough food to feed themselves so they traded mechanical equipment with several communities throughout the Ring....including the Luddites."

Zane frowned. They couldn't let those ships enter the Luddite community. "If they are heading for the Luddite Community how long will it take them to reach it?"

"Based on the reports of past survey teams, those things are built around a fairly inefficient fusion drive....I'd say 4 maybe 5 days."

"Good, one problem to put on the back-burner for now but lets make sure we can an eye on them."

"Sir we're approaching the OLYMPIA."

"All stop. Hail them."

<<<NRPG>>>

Well a little cut and paste and we've got both posts together!

regards,
Andy

-CMDR Zane, Commanding, USS FEYNMAN
-LT.CMDR Nigel Brock, Instructor, Holodeck 18
-LT.CMDR Tarsa Rogers, Executive Officer, USS GAUSS

USS FEYNMAN: Olympia

by Andrew Nugteren 5-25-1996

SD: 80525.0621
MD: 3.1815

> "Sir we're approaching the OLYMPIA."
>
> "All stop. Hail them."

Jade carefully manipulated her console and hailed the incoming passenger liner. "No response sir, although I'm now receiving what appears to be a pre-recorded message. Audio only."

"Bridge Speakers," Zane ordered.

[This is Seth, now in control of the CCS-Olympia. Our group has seen it necessary to hijack this vessel. Once we have completed the work of the Order, this ship and all passengers will be released. We believe in a policy of minimal aggression, but any attempts to halt our progress will result in the death of hostages. The destruction of the Cargo Ring on the Jupiter Station yesterday is a show of our power and determination.]

[We will not be turned back. Should the Federation choose to interfere in the work of the Order, I swear to you that todays bombing in the Sola System will appear failed in comparison to our power. You have been warned.]

The atmosphere on the bridge was that of silence as the harsh voice gave its parting warning over the bridge speakers.

"Captain," Jerran broke the silence. "She appears to be on a direct course for an orbit directly above the Neo-Luddite colony."

Respectfully submitted,

Lt(jg) Jade Sr'qwon
Chief of Security
U.S.S. Feynman

USS FEYNMAN: Starting the Quest for a Cure

by Max Felsher 5-25-1996

SD 80525.1500(GMT)
MD 3.1800
Epsilon Indi Ring:just outside Neo-Luddite settlement

Maril and Warrant Officer Samuel McStirens, one of the medical officers, walked in to the settlement without anyone really noticing them. In fact, they were almost ignored as they walked down a street on the outskirts of the city.

The Neo-Luddites were at a stage of development close to late 20th-century to mid 21st-century Earth. They had come from another settlement on a distant planet approximately one hundred fifty years ago. There were a few space vessels at the Spaceport at the other end of the settlement, but not many. The Neo-Luddites were rather isolationist.

Maril and McStirens actually had quite aways to go before they got to the actual city. The area they were in was actually more of a suburb than anything else.

"Get some samples, Maril whispered to McStirens. "We will take a metro train into the city in approximately half an hour."

"Aye, sir."

Maril took a look around. There were not many houses in this area; the land was taken up mostly by farms.

Maril felt a tap on the shoulder and turned around. A young man, apparently Neo-Luddite, stood there.

"Yes?"

"Hello, I'm Stio Abigacho. Pleased to meet you."

"Ummm...please to meet you too," Maril replied.

"I can see you're pretty new to the settlement. I know the city prettty well. Maybe I can help you."

"Hmm..not now. Maybe later," Maril responded. He knew that he would need to find a place to stay and organize the team before he could even really look for a guide.

"Well, okay. You can call me at 27-ABIG-032-11. I'll be wherever you need me."

"Thank you." Maril realized this young Neo-Luddite might come in handy some time.

MD 3.1945
EI Ring: Neo-Luddite settlement: Eastern Central Section: Sikia Way

Maril, and McStirens, stood in front of the rather large house on the crowded Sikia Way. This was one of the oldest sections of the city, and also one of the busiest. Maril was trying to see how much he would have to pay for this house, 88 Sikia Way. Luckily, he did have some Neo-Luddite currency with him.

"We will only need it for about thirty days," Maril said. He didn't expect them to be there that long, but he wanted to be on the safe side.

"Fine. If you pay 520 birads right now, and 2450 at the end of the month or whenever you leave, I'll let you rent this place, if you pay for power, heat and water," the owner offered.

Maril didn't know too much about business, but his gut told him that wasn't a good deal. "I will pay for power, heat and water, if you lower it to 450 birads right now, and 1800 birads later."

The owner contemplated that for a moment, then said, "Fine. But give me the 450 right now."

And then Maril went through all the procedures, and finally Maril and McStirens were in the house. Maril pulled out a small short-range subspace transceiver. The implants in the team members' ears received communications on the frequency used by the transceiver, and so they could communicate.

"Maril to settlement team members. We are situated at 88 Sikia Way in the East Central section of the city. Remember to be here at 2200 hours. Maril out."

MD 3.2200
EI Ring:N-L settlement:88 Sikia Way: Living Room

All ten members of the team were sitting in the room, and so Maril began. "Now, who would like to report first?"

The sun has met the sea,
Lt. Commander Onta Maril,
First Officer, USS Feynman,
aka Max Felsher

NRPG:
Well, let's see what happens. :)

USS FEYNMAN: Past and Present

by Andrew Catterick 5-26-1996

SD: 80526.1800
MD: 3.1810
Scene: Bridge

"Mr. Jerran put us between the OLYMPIA and the Ring." Zane ordered

"Aye sir." the FCO replied as his fingers danced across the helm.

"Yellow alert and raise the shields." In instances such as this one could never be too prepared.

As the ship manueuvered into position Zane turned to his armrest computer to access information on the Order cross-referenced with the Tarellian Plague. In a few seconds the information was on screen.

The plague had started when one of the nation-states on Tarell IV had attacked its rival with a bio-chemical missile. Inevitably the virus it contained mutated and the Tarellian Plague was born. As the plague spread across the planet panic ensued and those who could afford to escaped on any ship that would take them. Of course with the refugees came the plague but by the time their neighbours had realized it was too late. Like wild-fire the plague began to spread.

As with most viruses there were some who were immune and after the plague was halted through a horrible but necessary quarantine of the effected systems, the inhabitants left to suffer, there were still Tarellians scattered throughout the quadrant. Having survived the medical scourge they now faced an emotional one, the revenge of a hundred worlds. Over the following years Tarellians were hunted down and tortured by the survivors of those who had once gave them shelter and were rewarded with disease. In a relatively short time all but a handful of Tarellians had been found and destroyed. The lucky few to survive, insane after almost 5 decades of suffering came together to form the Order. A fananatical group who sought out the plague and pledged to spread it throughout the galaxy.

Zane looked up at the growing passenger liner on the viewscreen and cursed himself for having been sure things could not possibly be any worse after he had viewed Nicholas' orders 5 days ago. "Mr. Sr'qwon scan the ship, I want to know where every one is."

"There are 6 humanoids identified as Tarellians on the bridge of that ship as well as three others in engineering. Everyone else, passengers and presumably officers and crew of the OLYMPIA are divided into three large compartments, probably the main dining areas."

Zane nodded. It made a basic sense. It also made things easy. And that was a thought that Zane wasn't comfortable with. *They may be fanatics but their successes have shown they're not stupid.*

"Are they changing course or slowing?"

"No sir."

"This is going to get very interesting."

respectfully,
Andy

-CMDR Zane, Commanding, USS FEYNMAN
-LT.CMDR Nigel Brock, Instructor, Holodeck 18
-LT.CMDR Tarsa Rogers, Executive Officer, USS GAUSS

USS FEYNMAN: Dividing the Settlement Team

by Max Felsher 5-27-1996

SD 80527.0030(GMT)
MD 3.2230
EI Ring: N-L Settlement: 88 Sikia Way: Living Room

Maril listened as each of the officers gave their report. Most of them spoke of a friendly people who had no idea that they could be involved in a major epidemic.

"I was also thinking, sir," one of the medical officers said, "that we could set up a...sort of, a doctor's office. That way we could use more complex equipment without them being suspicious that we're taking samples."

"But that's unethical!" another medical officer exclaimed. "Making them think that we're doing what they asked us to do, and in reality, taking samples!"

Maril stopped the conversation. "I realize that doing this is unethical, but we must remember that simply taking the samples without their knowledge is unethical, as well."

"But-"

"Also, we must make sure we are not confusing Disel and Eltyr. Excuse me, I meant we should get our priorities straight. Of course, none of us would want to take samples of these people without their knowledge, but look at the possible consequences if we don't. A pandemic, or destruction of the Ring. Either way, billions of lives are lost. So, we must see which is more important...keeping our integrity or letting all those lives be lost. In a way, I believe I am throwing a dagger at my integrity if I let those lives be destroyed." Maril paused for a second.

"That is why I will let the doctor's office be set up. I want three of you on this project. I suggest that you do not all do the same thing, however. Perhaps one could get the samples, another could analyze them ,and the third could organize them. I do not know. I leave that for you to decide. McStirens, Stirak, and Ezil, this is your project."

"Tirabumusi, Smith," he spoke to the two other medical officers, "continue getting samples in other ways. I'm sure you'll find ways to do it." Maril smiled.

"Escarda, Ibar," this time, he was talking to the two security officers, "you will guard the house and manage the communications on this team and between us and the other teams."

"Jabonas, Kepra, I want you to investigate how the plague could have gotten here and how it's spread. I will be working on similar issues," these last words were to the science officers.

"Is there anything more to report?" When the officers replied in the negative, he ordered, "Then, get to sleep!"

MD 4.0700

Maril walked towards the settlement telecommunication network outlet in the house. He put in the proper code for the person he wanted to contact--"27-ABIG-032- 11".

Stio Abigacho's face, the one he had seen the day before when he entered the settlement, appeared on the rather small screen.

"So, you decided to ask for my services, huh?"

"Yes, I would like to have a basic tour of the settlement. Not too detailed, just what I need to know to get around."

"Fine. I'll be there before you know it."

The sun has met the sea,
Lt. Commander Onta Maril,
First Officer, USS Feynman,
aka Max Felsher

NRPG: Another developing post. Don't worry, I'll come out with something that will actually help us soon. :) (Or maybe not. ;) )

I know I recommended not to name all of your team, but mine was so small, and I thought it would sound better with actual names. :)

Andrew: Those security NPCs aren't on your list, but I assumed that those were for outside the settlement. These NPCs will probably die on this mission anyway. ;) (BTW, don't believe a word I just said. I actually forgot who was beaming down. :)

USS FEYNMAN: A Mission Ops Officer

by Kristen Gant 5-27-1996

Stardate: 80527.1210
Scene: Perimeter Team One
MD: 4.0100

Krysa blinked at the non-sequitor. "Your fatigue levels are high," the doctor continued. "Get some sleep. No sense in wearing yourself out." Glin'kharr's eyes returned to the coffin. When she didn't move, he looked over his spectacles at her. "Doctor's orders."

"Yes, sir," she said, grinning. On her way out, she dimmed the lights slightly, leaving Dr. Glin’kharr to his watch. She wondered idly about Kavan. She hadn’t allowed herself to think about him to much, as it only seemed to get in the way of her job. She knew that he hadn’t wanted her to beam down to the planet, she had felt that. But he had kept his promise that his presence on the Feynman wouldn’t affect her duty, and he had said nothing.

She found a quiet spot near a tree and sat down to run through some of her relaxation exercises. She felt out over the Feynman crew, noting some tension, but also a calmness that tended to come along with trust of one’s fellow crew. As she began to relax she drifted off to sleep...

MD: 4.0650

Krysa was awakened by a call over her commpin, <Lt. Jenn, we are reading someone nearing your position.>

Krysa came instantly awake, silently cursing herself for falling asleep so far from the main encampment. “I’m watching.” she said quietly to assure the officer on watch that she was okay. She stood cautiously, brushing dirt off her clothes. As she looked around she heard the hiss of a phaser and then everything went dark.

MD: 4.0700

WO Reetza was on the scanners when she had seen the person heading toward where Lt. Jenn was. She had called and warned her, and received her calm reply. But that had been 10 minutes ago and she hadn’t heard anything since. The unknown person had left the area, heading back toward the Neo-Luddite settlement, and Lt. Jenn was still where she had been all night.

“Lt. Jenn?” she said, hitting her commpin for the third time.

Ens. Wong approached her to take his watch. “What’s wrong?” he asked, seeing her worried face.

“I can’t seem to get Lt. Jenn on her commpin,” she said. “There was someone approaching her, and I warned her. She responded, and then I waited. Her commpin is still showing her at the same location, but she doesn’t answer.”

“You stay here, I’ll get a security team organized.” Reetza nodded and Wong headed to get a couple of security officers together. Two were sent out to Lt. Jenn’s location, and Wong went in search of Dr. Glin’karr. Until they knew what happened to Lt. Jenn, he was the next in command.

He saw the doctor heading to the medical labs, “Doctor!” he called.

Dr. Glin’karr turned to see the young man walking toward him. “Yes?”

“Sir, Lt. Jenn is not responding. I’ve sent a security team to find her, but I thought you ought to know.”

<Ens. Wong>

Came the call on his commpin, “Wong here.”

<We’ve found her commpin. She’s no where to be seen.> Wong looked up at the Doctor to await his orders.

Scene: ??
MD: ??

Krysa woke, with a splitting headache. She started to rise, which only caused her head to pound worse.

“Welcome.” said a deep voice.

She looked around trying to see who was with her or even where she was. “Who are you?” she asked.

“That’s not important. What is important is that you don’t stop us from our mission.”

“What mission?” she asked, her head still pounding. It was too dark for her to see anything much anyway, so she kept her eyes closed, trying to concentrate on stopping the pounding.

“No, I’m not going to tell you that yet. First I want to know who you are?”

Regards,
Lt. Krysa Jenn

NRPG: Well, Krysa’s never been kidnapped before :)

Kristen

USS FEYNMAN: On the Ship, on the Bridge

by Charles Jencks 5-27-1996

SD 80527.2220
USS FEYNMAN Bridge

Lieutenant (j.g.) Krazny Oktyabr sat down, in the traditional Counselor's seat on the Bridge. He began chatting with the Captain.

"Counselor..." the captain began.

"Sir, I prefer Lieutenant, or Krazny. You don't call everyone else by their job title."

"Good point..."

NRPG: Just a little character placement/development.

Charles Jencks
LtJG Krazny Oktyabr
CNS, USS FEYNMAN

USS FEYNMAN: All is Fair in War

by Andrew Nugteren 5-27-1996

SD: 80527.1325
MD: 3.1815
Scene: Bridge

> "Are they changing course or slowing?"
>
> "No sir."
>
> "This is going to get very interesting."

"Intercept range is 55 seconds and closing sir," Jade reported from her station. "Still no signs of a change in speed."

The seconds ticked by at pace.

"15 seconds and still on course."

Zane was about to order evasive action when the passenger liner rapidly decelerated and glided to a standstill 1000 meters off the Feynman's bow. She then gave a burst to starboard and attempted to slip past the Feynman. Jerran, having anticipated such a maneoveur, quickly adjusted his controls and moved into a blocking position. Both ships halted and faced off. The Olympia with her gaudy appearance... the Feynman with her functional but sleek shell.

"We're being hailed sir," Jade reported and directed the incoming message onto the main bridge viewer.

Onscreen flashed a man. The blunt look on his face showed his annoyance at the Feynman's disruption. "My name is Cain," he began. "You will immediately allow us to pass or suffer the consequences."

"This is Commander Zane of the US.." Zane began, but was interrupted in mid-sentance.

"I don't care who you are, or what you do. I warned you before. Now see that I intend to keep my threats."

The view on screen cut to the main passenger bay where one of the Tarellian guards could be seen patrolling one of the groups of hostages. He prodded what appeared to be a Caitain noble to her feet and nudged her into the corner. Stepping back, he calmly raised his phaser rifle, pulled the trigger and then exited the room smartly out a side door. The view cut back to the bridge where Cain was now seated in the Command Chair, twiddling his thumbs with an evil smile on his face.

"I said twice now not to take my word as a bluff," he gloated. "Which part did not understand? Now please make way, or will it take more innocent lives to make up your mind."

Back on the bridge of the Feynman, Zane stood with a difficult decision to make. He glanced at the other bridge staff, who were still in shock from what had just happened. Cain also sensed his indecision.

"Perhaps I can make your decision easier for you Commander," he began kindly. "I should really inform you that I have your Operations Officer hostage on the Ring. You will either cooperate at once, or she will die."

Krysa? Hostage on the Ring? Zane motioned for an audio-cut and tapped his communicator. "Zane to Lt. Jenn." Silence echoed. "Zane to Lt. Jenn. Are you alright?" Silence once more.

"I'm waiting..." Cain said in a teasing tone the moment the audio link was re-connected. "Your decision Commander?"

Respectfully submitted,

Lt(jg) Jade Sr'qwon
Chief of Security
U.S.S. Feynman

USS FEYNMAN: All is Fair in War (Cont.)

by Andrew Catterick 5-28-1996

> Krysa? Hostage on the Ring? Zane motioned for an audio-cut and tapped
> his communicator. "Zane to Lt. Jenn." Silence echoed. "Zane to Lt. Jenn.
> Are you alright?" Silence once more.
>
> "I'm waiting..." Cain said in a teasing tone the moment the audio link
> was re-connected. "Your decision Commander?"
>
SD: 80528.1500
MD: 3.1812
Scene: Bridge

"This isn't a decision I can make. I'm Captain of a small ship out on the frontier. You must know that the Federation and Starfleet does not bargain with terrorists..."

[We are not terrorists! We are fighters of a just cause and will not be treated as common thugs.]

"I'm sorry I did not mean to belittle you. All I am saying is that this issue is bigger than I'm prepared to handle. I must contact my superiors. It will take no more than one hour."

The terrorist leader sneered back at Zane. [I had heard that Starfleet officers were proud and strong, masters of their destiny. It seems that in this case I have heard incorrectly. I do not care that you are incapable of making a decision by yourself. I will not delay our quest any longer.]

"At least give me a few minutes to consult with my officers. You must realize that the potential for a misstep leading to many deaths is large. I want a peaceful resolution to this."

[Very well,] he frowned, clearly disgusted with Zane. [I will give you five minutes for your officers to tell you that your only decision is the one I have offered.] The screen went blank.

Zane turned to Sr'qwon. "I want cannisters of anesthesine gas beamed over to that ship centering on the bridge, engineering and the prisoner holding centers as well as the main life support systems. It should take no more than 5 seconds to render everyone on board unconscious. Then beam over with your personnel and apprehend the terrorists. And make it quick, I want this all to happen before the five minutes are up."

"Aye sir." She replied and raced from the bridge.

"What about Krysa? When his men find out we've captured everyone..." Jerran asked.

"Our first duty is to the civilians on that ship. We can't let one hostage, even Krysa, take precedent over the others. And perhaps Krysa will be safer if we have a few hostages of our own." Zane replied hoping that was true.

_________________________
Timeframe: 8 minutes later

[Sr'qwon to FEYNMAN. The terrorists have been captured, ship is secure.]

"Good work Lieutenant! We'll beam aboard a tech party to staff the bridge until the OLYMPIA's crew recovers from the gas. Have your prisoners beamed directly to the brig. I'll join you there. FEYNMAN out."

Zane started towards the turbolift. "Mr. Jerran you have the bridge."

<<<NRPG>>>

Andrew: Feel free to post your team's exploits on the OLYMPIA

Kris: Hmmm, I remember you mentioning accidents may happen as a route to the CO slot. I'd hate to see your captors do anything rash.<BEG>

respectfully,
Andy

-CMDR Zane, Commanding, USS FEYNMAN
-LT.CMDR Nigel Brock, Instructor, Holodeck 18
-LT.CMDR Tarsa Rogers, Executive Officer, USS GAUSS

USS FEYNMAN: NRPG McGruff the Crime Dog

by Kristen Gant 5-28-1996

>Krysa: So is Kavan 'skilled at telepathic projection,' by any chance? <EG>
Ummm, well, explain exactly what it is.... I mean I have an idea... but I
need specifics :) Poor Krysa certainly isn't :):)

Kristen

Kristen and Scott Gant
http://homepage.interaccess.com/~sgant/gant.htm

USS FEYNMAN: Climb Mount Olympia

by Charles Jencks 5-28-1996

SD: 80528.1500 MD: 3.1812 Scene: Bridge > Timeframe: 8 minutes later
>
> [Sr'qwon to FEYNMAN. The terrorists have been captured, ship is secure.]
>
> "Good work lieutenant! We'll beam aboard a tech party to staff
> the bridge until the OLYMPIA's crew recovers from the gas. Have your
> prisoners beamed directly to the brig. I'll join you there. FEYNMAN out."
>
> Zane started towards the turbolift. "Mr. Jerran you have the bridge."

Aboard the OLYMPIA

Krazny had decided against the previous away mission, but knowing that staying on the ship all the time wasn't exactly the way to command, an aspiration most people would be shocked to hear from a Counselor, he had volunteered for the boarding party.

Now he was "riding the bridge" on the OLYMPIA, assisting Lt. Sr'qwon in administering the captured vessel. He was personally administering the comm link with the FEYNMAN's transporter room. Chief Tyler was busily transporting the captured terroristo to the FEYNMAN's brig.

NRPG: Since nobody seemed to be addressing Krazny, I decided to plug him into the boarding party... he WAS on the ship. In fact I think he was on the bridge. And who would have thought he aspires to command?

I suppose he's next in line behind Kristen...

Of course, if it were a very cramped ship, like a frigate, he might get the pick over her... after all she's got that husband to tote around now. (Not that it's a bad thing...)

----------------------------------------------------------------
Charles Jencks (jencksc@watmail.ucr.edu)
(alternate address - coming soon)
----------------------------------------------------------------
---------------------- ASR Charachters -----------------------
----------------------------------------------------------------
LtJG Christophe Boulanger, CEO, USS MELBOURNE (BLUE)
Ens K'Zeka'Sl'V"Kia, FCO, USS CARSON (BLUE)
LtJG Krazny Oktyabr, CNS, USS FEYNMAN (SILVER)
Ens Jarin Edisrevir, CSO, USS LINCOLN (RED)
Capt (FMM) Marie T Alsatien, CO, SS ALSACE (MVL-774221) (FT)
Sgt K'Athena Mare, SFMC - FRT-7 (FT)
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USS FEYNMAN: NRPG All is Fair in War

by Kristen Gant 5-28-1996

>Kris: Hmmm, I remember you mentioning accidents may happen as a route to
>the CO slot. I'd hate to see your captors do anything rash.<BEG>

Hardy har har :):):) <Grumble> why do I do this to myself....

Kristen

Kristen and Scott Gant
http://homepage.interaccess.com/~sgant/gant.htm

USS FEYNMAN: NRPG Climb Mount Olympia

by Kristen Gant 5-28-1996

>NRPG: Since nobody seemed to be addressing Krazny, I decided to plug him
>into the boarding party... he WAS on the ship. In fact I think he was on
>the bridge. And who would have thought he aspires to command?

Sometimes that is exactly what you have to do, Charles... It's not always easy to remember who is where... Gee, I'm not even sure where Krysa is right now :):):)

Kristen

Kristen and Scott Gant
http://homepage.interaccess.com/~sgant/gant.htm

USS FEYNMAN: Let Me Help

by Kristen Gant 5-29-1996

Stardate: 80529.1552
Scene: 10-Forward
MD: I haven’t a clue ??

Zane walked into 10-forward he saw Kavan standing by the window watching the ring. Bat was behind the bar in his usual position.

“He hasn’t moved since you called earlier.” Bat said as Zane looked at him.

Zane nodded and headed over to where Kavan stood. “Kavan, I have a question for you.”

Startled out of his thoughts, he jumped slightly at the Captain’s voice. He turned and gave a drawn smile to the man. “Sure, what is it?”

“Dr. Glinn’karr wants to try finding Krysa using telepathic projection. I thought maybe you’d be able to help him.”

Kavan frowned, turning to look out at the ring again, “I’ve been trying here, but I’m not getting anything.” He looked at Zane again. “Do you really think she’s still on the ring?”

Zane shrugged, “There’s no way to tell for sure. That’s just what they told us. It’s a logical place, though. There is no way our sensors could pick Krysa out of those billions of people down there without her commpin. And so far the teams on the OLYMPIA haven’t come across her.”

“Maybe if I went down to the ring I might have a better chance of finding her.”

Zane nodded, “That’s what Dr. Glinn’karr thought as well, But it’s up to you.”

“I’ll go. It’s got to be better then sitting here worrying about her. At least there I can be doing something.”

“No, I’m not going to tell you that yet. First, I want to know who you are?”

“Lt. Krysa Jenn, Ops Officer, USS FEYNMAN. Kidnapping a Starfleet officer is a serious offense.” Krysa’s head pounded to the rhythm of her voice as she spoke.

“Who said you were kidnapped?” asked the voice. Krysa looked around. It was still dark but her eyes were beginning to adjust to the dim light

“What am I doing here?” she asked.

“We are just keeping you here where it is safe.” Krysa could make out a man standing not to far away from her. “Now why don’t you lay down and rest. Perhaps it will take away the headache.” The man chuckled and walked out of the room.

Regards,
Lt. Krysa Jenn

NRPG: It’s short cause I didn’t want to interfere with whatever Charles has in mind :)
Ted, feel free to use Kavan on the ring is you really want him to go.

Kristen

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-has in mind :) Ted, feel free to use Kavan on the ring is you really
+has in mind :) <br>
-want him to go.
+Ted, feel free to use Kavan on the ring is you really
+want him to go.<br>
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USS FEYNMAN: Ready-Room-->Sickbay

by Andrew Catterick 5-2-1996

USS FEYNMAN: The Wedding

by Kristen Gant 5-2-1996

USS FEYNMAN: Ready-Room-->Transporter Room

by Andrew Catterick 5-2-1996

USS FEYNMAN: Star Light, Star Bright

by Kristen Gant 5-4-1996

USS FEYNMAN: Ready-room-->ALPHA

by Andrew Catterick 5-4-1996

USS FEYNMAN: Another Day of Fun

by Kristen Gant 5-6-1996

USS FEYNMAN: Wrapping up the BrOT

by Andrew Nugteren 5-7-1996

USS FEYNMAN: Journey to the Past

by Andrew Catterick 5-7-1996

USS FEYNMAN: A French Spring Night

by Charles Jencks 5-8-1996

USS FEYNMAN: More BrOT and Shore Leave

by Max Felsher 5-8-1996

USS FEYNMAN: Leap-frog in the BrOT

by Andrew Nugteren 5-8-1996

USS FEYNMAN: Swimming With the Fishes

by Kristen Gant 5-8-1996

USS FEYNMAN: An Old Friend

by Kristen Gant 5-9-1996

USS FEYNMAN: The Journey Continues

by Andrew Catterick 5-10-1996

SB EPSILON: Lone Wolf--->USS FEYNMAN

by Mike Dawe 5-11-1996

USS FEYNMAN: Back to the Feynman

by Kristen Gant 5-12-1996

USS FEYNMAN: Starfleet Security HQ

by Andrew Nugteren 5-12-1996

USS FEYNMAN: Going Home

by Andrew Catterick 5-14-1996

USS FEYNMAN: First to Arrive

by Andrew Nugteren 5-15-1996

USS FEYNMAN: A Briefing on top of a Temple?!

by Bill Valera 5-15-1996

USS FEYNMAN: Climbing Makes Me Hungry

by Kristen Gant 5-15-1996

USS FEYNMAN: Prelude to a Crisis

by Andrew Catterick 5-15-1996

USS FEYNMAN: Wrapping Up Ends and Starting a Mission...

by Max Felsher 5-16-1996

USS FEYNMAN: *NRPG*

by Max Felsher 5-16-1996

USS FEYNMAN: Zane Arrives

by Andrew Catterick 5-16-1996

USS FEYNMAN: Arrivals

by Charles Jencks 5-17-1996

USS FEYNMAN: Cunning plans and Clever Tricks

by Andrew Nugteren 5-17-1996

USS FEYNMAN: Admiring the Ring

by Kristen Gant 5-19-1996

USS FEYNMAN: Captain's Log

by Andrew Catterick 5-20-1996

USS FEYNMAN: Takeover

by Andrew Nugteren 5-20-1996

USS FEYNMAN: Orders

by Max Felsher 5-21-1996

USS FEYNMAN: Beaming to the Ring

by Kristen Gant 5-22-1996

USS FEYNMAN: Bridge--->10 Forward

by Andrew Catterick 5-22-1996

USS FEYNMAN: Getting to the Settlement

by Max Felsher 5-23-1996

USS FEYNMAN: Here's a Theory

by Kristen Gant 5-24-1996

USS FEYNMAN: A New Distraction

by Andrew Catterick 5-24-1996

USS FEYNMAN: A New Distraction Part II

by Andrew Catterick 5-24-1996

USS FEYNMAN: Olympia

by Andrew Nugteren 5-25-1996

USS FEYNMAN: NRPG