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<font style="font-size: large; font-stretch: expanded; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">TOTAL MAY 1996 POSTS: | <font style="font-size: large; font-stretch: expanded; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">TOTAL MAY 1996 POSTS: 52</font> | ||
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<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Ready-Room-->Sickbay</h3> | <h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Ready-Room-->Sickbay</h3> | ||
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"Bridge Speakers," Zane ordered. | "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 | 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 | 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 | 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 | 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. | 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 | 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. | 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 | The atmosphere on the bridge was that of silence as the harsh voice gave | ||
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Chief of Security<br> | Chief of Security<br> | ||
U.S.S. Feynman<br> | U.S.S. Feynman<br> | ||
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Starting the Quest for a Cure</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Max Felsher 5-25-1996</h4> | |||
SD 80525.1500(GMT)<br> | |||
MD 3.1800<br> | |||
Epsilon Indi Ring:just outside Neo-Luddite settlement<br> | |||
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<br> | |||
EI Ring: Neo-Luddite settlement: Eastern Central Section: Sikia Way<br> | |||
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<br> | |||
EI Ring:N-L settlement:88 Sikia Way: Living Room<br> | |||
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,<br> | |||
Lt. Commander Onta Maril,<br> | |||
First Officer, USS Feynman,<br> | |||
aka Max Felsher<br> | |||
NRPG:<br> | |||
Well, let's see what happens. :)<br> | |||
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Past and Present</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by | |||
Andrew Catterick 5-26-1996</h4> | |||
SD: 80526.1800<br> | |||
MD: 3.1810<br> | |||
Scene: Bridge<br> | |||
"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,<br> | |||
Andy<br> | |||
-CMDR Zane, Commanding, USS FEYNMAN<br> | |||
-LT.CMDR Nigel Brock, Instructor, Holodeck 18<br> | |||
-LT.CMDR Tarsa Rogers, Executive Officer, USS GAUSS<br> | |||
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Dividing the Settlement Team</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Max Felsher 5-27-1996</h4> | |||
SD 80527.0030(GMT)<br> | |||
MD 3.2230<br> | |||
EI Ring: N-L Settlement: 88 Sikia Way: Living Room<br> | |||
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,<br> | |||
Lt. Commander Onta Maril,<br> | |||
First Officer, USS Feynman,<br> | |||
aka Max Felsher<br> | |||
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. :) | |||
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: A Mission Ops Officer</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Kristen Gant 5-27-1996</h4> | |||
Stardate: 80527.1210<br> | |||
Scene: Perimeter Team One<br> | |||
MD: 4.0100<br> | |||
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... | |||
****<br> | |||
MD: 4.0650<br> | |||
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. | |||
****<br> | |||
MD: 4.0700<br> | |||
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. | |||
****<br> | |||
Scene: ??<br> | |||
MD: ??<br> | |||
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,<br> | |||
Lt. Krysa Jenn<br> | |||
****<br> | |||
NRPG: Well, Krysa’s never been kidnapped before :)<br> | |||
Kristen | |||
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: On the Ship, on the Bridge</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by | |||
Charles Jencks 5-27-1996</h4> | |||
SD 80527.2220<br> | |||
USS FEYNMAN Bridge<br> | |||
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.<br> | |||
Charles Jencks<br> | |||
LtJG Krazny Oktyabr<br> | |||
CNS, USS FEYNMAN<br> | |||
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: All is Fair in War</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Andrew Nugteren 5-27-1996</h4> | |||
SD: 80527.1325<br> | |||
MD: 3.1815<br> | |||
Scene: Bridge<br> | |||
> "Are they changing course or slowing?"<br> | |||
><br> | |||
> "No sir."<br> | |||
><br> | |||
> "This is going to get very interesting."<br> | |||
"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<br> | |||
Chief of Security<br> | |||
U.S.S. Feynman<br> | |||
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: All is Fair in War (Cont.)</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Andrew Catterick 5-28-1996</h4> | |||
> Krysa? Hostage on the Ring? Zane motioned for an audio-cut and tapped<br> | |||
> his communicator. "Zane to Lt. Jenn." Silence echoed. "Zane to Lt. Jenn.<br> | |||
> Are you alright?" Silence once more.<br> | |||
><br> | |||
> "I'm waiting..." Cain said in a teasing tone the moment the audio link<br> | |||
> was re-connected. "Your decision Commander?"<br> | |||
><br> | |||
SD: 80528.1500<br> | |||
MD: 3.1812<br> | |||
Scene: Bridge<br> | |||
"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. | |||
_________________________<br> | |||
Timeframe: 8 minutes later<br> | |||
[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,<br> | |||
Andy<br> | |||
-CMDR Zane, Commanding, USS FEYNMAN<br> | |||
-LT.CMDR Nigel Brock, Instructor, Holodeck 18<br> | |||
-LT.CMDR Tarsa Rogers, Executive Officer, USS GAUSS<br> | |||
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<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Kristen Gant 5-28-1996</h4> | |||
>Krysa: So is Kavan 'skilled at telepathic projection,' by any chance? <EG><br> | |||
Ummm, well, explain exactly what it is.... I mean I have an idea... but I<br> | |||
need specifics :) Poor Krysa certainly isn't :):)<br> | |||
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<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Climb Mount Olympia</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by | |||
Charles Jencks 5-28-1996</h4> | |||
SD: 80528.1500 | |||
MD: 3.1812 | |||
Scene: Bridge | |||
> Timeframe: 8 minutes later<br> | |||
><br> | |||
> [Sr'qwon to FEYNMAN. The terrorists have been captured, ship is secure.]<br> | |||
><br> | |||
> "Good work lieutenant! We'll beam aboard a tech party to staff<br> | |||
> the bridge until the OLYMPIA's crew recovers from the gas. Have your<br> | |||
> prisoners beamed directly to the brig. I'll join you there. FEYNMAN out."<br> | |||
><br> | |||
> Zane started towards the turbolift. "Mr. Jerran you have the bridge." | |||
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Aboard the OLYMPIA<br> | |||
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. | |||
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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...) | |||
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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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<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: NRPG All is Fair in War</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Kristen Gant 5-28-1996</h4> | |||
>Kris: Hmmm, I remember you mentioning accidents may happen as a route to<br> | |||
>the CO slot. I'd hate to see your captors do anything rash.<BEG><br> | |||
Hardy har har :):):) <Grumble> why do I do this to myself.... | |||
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<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: NRPG Climb Mount Olympia</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Kristen Gant 5-28-1996</h4> | |||
>NRPG: Since nobody seemed to be addressing Krazny, I decided to plug him<br> | |||
>into the boarding party... he WAS on the ship. In fact I think he was on<br> | |||
>the bridge. And who would have thought he aspires to command?<br> | |||
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 :):):) | |||
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<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Let Me Help</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Kristen Gant 5-29-1996</h4> | |||
Stardate: 80529.1552<br> | |||
Scene: 10-Forward<br> | |||
MD: I haven’t a clue ??<br> | |||
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,<br> | |||
Lt. Krysa Jenn<br> | |||
****<br> | |||
NRPG: It’s short cause I didn’t want to interfere with whatever Charles | |||
has in mind :) <br> | |||
Ted, feel free to use Kavan on the ring is you really | |||
want him to go.<br> | |||
Kristen | |||
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Who Did You Say You Are?</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by | |||
Charles Jencks 5-30-1996</h4> | |||
SD 80530.0115<br> | |||
MD... shortly after Krazny transported to the OLYMPIA, whenever that was.<br> | |||
Aboard OLYMPIA... On the Bridge<br> | |||
Krazny Oktyabr looked around. The bridge even had its dark corners. | |||
Suddenly an indicator on the OPS panel lit up. He rushed to it... there | |||
was a ship decloaking off the starboard bow... some sort of Maquis raider. | |||
He'd seen them before, but not with a cloak. Suddenly he heard Krysa | |||
calling out from what seemed to be the Captain's office, just off the | |||
bridge. | |||
As soon as he entered the office, he was stunned, and he didn't see who | |||
did it. | |||
Aboard the raider SEAN MILLER... a dark chamber, several hours later. | |||
Krazny's eyes flickered open, the heavy stun beginning to wear off. Krysa | |||
was huddled over him, and he could see several people farther back, though | |||
faces were impossible to make out in this darkness. | |||
"It's the Maquis... they claim they've got a cell on the Ring and are | |||
trying to evacuate them, that's why they took the OLYMPIA. They captured | |||
me to get our attention... and you to retaliate for recapturing the | |||
OLYMPIA, or so they told me." Krysa frowned. "They seem to have had some | |||
trouble taking you." | |||
"No, they just had their phasers set too high." he lowered is voice. "I | |||
got a subcutaneous communicator, and it's on. The FEYNMAN can hear | |||
everything we say." | |||
Aboard the FEYNMAN | |||
Commander Zane looked up. The Maquis? Nobody had been really sure they | |||
were even still around... but apparently they were. Now to find this | |||
raider... it had not come close enough to be detected except by the | |||
OLYMPIA, and now it was, apparently, cloaked again... | |||
With the Operations officer and Counselor aboard. | |||
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NRPG: Wonder who's going to rescue us now? | |||
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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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<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Where's Krysa??</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Kristen Gant 5-30-1996</h4> | |||
Stardate: 80530.1326<br> | |||
Scene: Ring<br> | |||
MD: 4.0900<br> | |||
Post #1 (I started numbering... If we decide not to we can ignore this :) | |||
Kavan materialized in Perimeter Camp One. Dr. Glin’karr was waiting for | |||
him. “You must be Dr. Glin’karr,” he said with a smile. The Captain had | |||
prepared him for meeting the wolf. He was glad because had he not been | |||
warned, he would have been quite surprised. | |||
“Yes, I’m glad you could make it down. You’re help would be most | |||
appreciated. With your bond to Lt. Jenn, we should be able to locate her | |||
in no time.” | |||
Kavan paused for a moment, trying to feel for Krysa. He thought he was | |||
getting a faint response. But he couldn’t be sure. “I think I can feel | |||
her...” he tried concentrating again, but still couldn’t be sure, but it | |||
did give him hope. | |||
Dr. Glin’karr was about to speak when Commander Zane’s voice chimed over | |||
the comm. <We just received word that Krysa isn’t down there. Lt. | |||
Krazney has found her on a clocked Maquis ship. Kavan, I’m sorry we | |||
couldn’t stop you before you beamed down.> | |||
Kavan looked confused, “Are you sure? I’m sure I got a faint response.” | |||
<Could you be feeling her on the Maquis ship?> | |||
“I don’t know, I couldn’t feel her when I was on the FEYNMAN.” Kavan | |||
told him. | |||
Dr. Glin’karr spoke up, “We’ll continue trying down here, anyway. Maybe | |||
if Kavan and I work together we can tell for sure where this feeling | |||
he’s getting is coming from. I think his initial feeling is a good one.” | |||
<Sounds good... Zane out.> | |||
**** | |||
She frowned slightly at the Counselor, “They can hear everything?” | |||
“Yep, we’ll be out of here in no time.” | |||
“Counselor, I’ll be right back I’ve got to run to the little girl’s | |||
room.” She quickly jumped quickly up and headed off, leaving Krazny | |||
wondering what was going on. He sat up letting his eyes adjust to the | |||
dim light. He could see Krysa talking to one of the men on the other | |||
side of the room. Then she turned and headed back to him. | |||
“Krazny... Can I call Okkie,” she smiled, moving around behind him and | |||
putting her hands on his shoulders, “I’ve been thinking...” | |||
Suddenly Krazny stood up and turned to face her. “Who are you?” | |||
She feigned surprise, “What are you talking about?” | |||
He smirked, “I can feel your worry. You’ve made a mistake. While both | |||
Krysa and I are Betazoid’s, for some reason I can’t read her. Yes I can | |||
read you.” | |||
She frowned, “Damn, I didn’t know that.” She made a move toward him but | |||
he backed away. Unfortunately he backed into one of the other people in | |||
the room and a hypospray was administered to his neck, causing him to | |||
slump. | |||
“Put him over there,” she ordered. “And please tell me you found a way | |||
to block that subcutaneous communicator he was speaking of.” | |||
“We think so, sir.” | |||
“Think so... You better have or this mission will fail. And the Order | |||
does not take kindly to failure.” she growled, which had any of the | |||
FEYNMAN crew been there to hear, would have sounded very strange coming | |||
out of Lt. Jenn. | |||
Regards,<br> | |||
Lt. Krysa Jenn<br> | |||
****<br> | |||
NRPG: I figure since we already established the ‘enemy’ was the ORDER, I | |||
thought perhaps it was just an Old Maquis ship. Hope you don’t mind | |||
Charles :) I’ll let someone else decide when the communication from | |||
Krazney was broken off. | |||
Also, either there are now two Lt. Jenn’s or Krysa has started working | |||
for the enemy :) Shall we continue to play, “Where’s Krysa??” | |||
Kristen |