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USS FEYNMAN: #4: Semiconscious

by Charles Jencks 6-2-1996

SD 80602.0830
USS FEYNMAN
Sickbay

Krazny Oktyabr felt something. He'd gone into a meditative trance when the phaser stun wore off, so that shouldn't have happened. His eyes flickered open, only to see some medical personell... in blue uniforms like his own - and for the record he preferred red, which was, after all, in his name - huddled over him.

And then a hypo came to his neck, and he was sedated. Unconscious again.

And in his subconscious, he wondered if Sally was in Sickbay. At least he knew he was back on the FEYNMAN - he'd recognized one of the nurses, whom he'd been counseling lately, about the death of her cousin. Or was it nephew? He couldn't recall, not while he was unconscious.

NRPG: Always wanted a chance to play out being unconscious. Don't worry, it was a light sedative, he can be up and about in a couple posts... you don't even have to wait for me. But he'll be in Sickbay until further notice.

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Charles Jencks (jencksc@watmail.ucr.edu)
(alternate address - coming soon)
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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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USS FEYNMAN: Tarrellians Running Around the Ship:)

by Kristen Gant 6-2-1996

Stardate: 80602.1059
Scene: The Ring
MD: 4.0930

*Krysa..* She heard the voice through the fog that clouded her head. It was a familiar voice that she couldn't place. *Krysa, please hear me.*

She opened her eyes only to find it was still dark, but from what she could tell there was no one in the room with her, "Who...?"

*Krysa....* She realized that the voice wasn't in the room with her it was from somewhere else. And the voice... who's??

*Kavan?* she thought. *Yes! Where are you?*

She tried to sit up and felt the room spin, so laid back down. *I don't know... it's dark. I think I've been drugged, because I don't feel very good.*

*Krysa, we're going to find you. Dr. Glin'karr has a plan.*

*You're on the ring?* she called but there was no response, the link was gone.

She was beamed in with the rest of her crew. She glared at the man next to her considering strangling him right there in the brig of the FEYNMAN, despite the fact that he probably had nothing to do with it. He noticed her look and backed away. That made her feel a little better. She moved to the front of the cell and looked out.

One of the security officers saw her, in her Starfleet uniform, "Sir," he said recognizing the Ops officer, "We didn't know you were on that ship."

"It's alright, Ens.," she said in the sickly sweet voice she had come to despise. But it had fooled that Counselor for a while, perhaps she could use it to her advantage. "I'm not sure anyone knew I was there. They took my commpinn," she indicated the empty space on her chest where the comm pin should be.

He motioned for the other two guards to keep an eye on the other prisoners while he opened the security shield to let the Lt. out. As soon as the security shield was down, the woman yelled "Now!" and jumped quickly pummeling the security guard closest to her, then grabbing his phaser she stunned the surprised man at the control panel. Turning she saw her crew had over come the other guard as well.

They moved the three security guards into the cell and quickly moved out of the brig.

Scene: Bridge

"Sir, there is phaser fire in the brig," called Garret from Ops.

"Security to brig," ordered Zane.

Regards,
Lt. Krysa Jenn

NRPG: Okay here are some assumptions that I made in order for this to work :)

1) The three security guards are only stunned. I'm assuming that phasers above stun couldn't be used in the brig...

2) It probably won't take long for the Feynman to track down the Tarrellins using their sensors, but they can attempt to get a shuttle or transporter or something... Also that the other Jenn is a not very nice Tarrellian :)

What I'm not sure of is what exactly the Order is... is it Tarrellians ??? I guess with this post I've kinda set it up that way, huh? :)

Kristen

USS FEYNMAN: Getting a Little Over-Confident

by Andrew Catterick 6-2-1996

SD: 80602.1000
MD: 4.945
POST: 6
Scene: Bridge
>
> "Sir, there is phaser fire in the brig," called Garret from Ops.
>
> "Security to brig," ordered Zane.
>
Zane looked up at the security station, his muscles tensing and adrenalin flowing. In a strange way he was excited by this new development and was ready to meet it, head on. "Mr. Sr'qwon?"

"Sealing off Deck 15, forcefields erected in corridors A-13 through J-16, Engineering is sealed. Sounding Intruder alert. There are three security teams heading in."

"Shall we?" Zane gestured to the turbo-lift and accepted the phaser the CSO had pulled from the cabinet under the console. A quick check confirmed it was charged and set for stun.

"Mr. Jerran, you have the bridge. Contact our tech teams on the OLYMPIA and let the know I want them to speed it up. And let the Captain know that as soon as they beam out he is to take his ship to EPSILON immediately with no diversions."

"Aye sir." Jerran replied, relinquishing the helm to his replacement and heading for the center seat.

As the turbolift door closed Zane hit his commbadge. "Zane to Lt. Koreth. We've had a bit of a jail break, you may want to expect a little company."

[We're all prepared down here Captain. We'll be very hospitable.]

Zane smiled. A group of fanatic's running around on his ship. Not only did they have no where to run they had to face the FEYNMAN's CSO along with two security officers from the past. As far as Zane was concerned this would be easier than a first year simulation. Of course he didn't know they had an OPS officer leading them.

respectfully,
Andy

-CMDR Zane, Commanding, USS FEYNMAN
-LT.CMDR Nigel Brock, Instructor, Holodeck 18
-LT.CMDR Tarsa Rogers, Executive Officer, USS GAUSS
-CMDR Horatio Sinclair, Fleet Intelligence Officer, BLUE FLEET

USS FEYNMAN: Following A Lead...

by Max Felsher 6-2-1996

SD 80602.1630(GMT)
MD 4.1100
EI Ring:N-L Settlement:Western Section
Post #7

Maril looked around for some clues. After Stio Abigacho's tour of the settlement, he had decided to go to the Spaceport. After all, they had to figure out how the disease had gotten into the settlement in the first place. He was also investigating the reason that there was no panic, no one frightened of this terrifying plague.

He stopped at a "newstand", a place where current information was distributed.

"How much is this?" Maril asked, pointing to one of the printed relayers of information, a "newspaper".

"One birad, please."

Maril paid the one birad, then glanced through the newspaper, an assortment of factual articles opinionated columns, and other not-so-useful information. 'How could people have found the path with such items of Abeba,' Maril wondered.

However, one article in particular caught his interest. The title of the story was "Androxites' Sick Numbers Swell."

The article started off with the fact that the Androxites, a religious sect in the settlement, had had many sick people over the last twenty-five weeks as compared to the twenty-five weeks before that. The general number of sick people was also up, but not by nearly so much. There were several quotes from different officials, but what Maril was really interested in was how the Androxites had gotten sick, as the symptoms listed paralelled pretty closely those of the Tarellian plague.

As Maril wanted to pursue this lead, he tried to find another "newstand", but one that had medical journals. Unfortunately, when he found an article on that subject, it basically said that there was no known reason for this sudden increase.

Maril sighed. Although he wasn't giving up this lead, he would have to go back to the house.

MD 4.1130
88 Sikia Way: Front Hall

As Maril walked into the house, he accessed the settlement private telecommunications station and again put in the code for Stio Abigacho.

"Hello, Mr. Maril. What can I do for you?"

"Well, Mr. Abigacho, I would like to find out what you know about the Androxites."

"The Androxites...hmmm. Part of the Farida religion. Strictly religious. Never go outside at night. Always eat dafala bread at sunrise and sundown."

Suddenly, Maril's face lit up. "Hmmm.... I have an idea. Please meet me at the Spaceport Trade Center."

"Alright. I'll be there before you will."

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

NRPG: Sorry I haven't posted in a while. Big project. Anyway, I would have written more except I have to do some other things. :( I'll try to fnish this up later today.

USS FEYNMAN: Do You Want to Eat That Bread Now?

by Max Felsher 6-3-1996

SD 80603.0300(GMT)
MD 4.1200
EI Ring: N-L Settlement: Western Section: Spaceport Trade Center
Post #9

As Maril walked into the Trade Center, he looked for his young friend, Stio Abigacho. He didn't expect him to be there, since Maril was much closer to the STC when he contacted Abigacho.

To his surprise, Abigacho was there already. "What took you so long?" the young Neo-Luddite asked when Maril reached him.

"Only the swallow compared to the swift," Maril replied, sighing. Abigacho gave him a funny look, like he thought Maril was crazy, but Maril just smiled.

"So, what did you want me to come here for?" Abigacho asked.

"You mentioned that the Androxites always always eat dafala bread at sunrise and sundown. The Androxites' sick numbers have swelled in the last twenty-five weeks. I was wondering if the bread was contaminated."

"Don't you think the doctors would have found something like that?"

"Not necessarily. There are many ways the doctors could have missed it. Faulty equipment, not in that particular sample, etc."

"And you would have better luck?" Abigacho cried out incredulously.

Maril just gave a look that showed that he was hiding something.

"Well, see if you can get some dafala bread from one of the workers," Abigacho suggested.

Maril walked up to one of the workers sitting behind a desk. He looked bored, like there wasn't much going on.

"Excuse me, could you get me some dafala bread?" Maril asked.

The worker yawned. "Well, our last shipment of dafala bread--in fact, our last shipment at all--came in ten hours ago. I can get you some, but it will cost you ten birads a loaf."

"Ten birads!" Abigacho screamed out. "You could get a toaster for that much! Seven and a half is high!"

"Ten birads," the man repeated, obviously angry.

"I'm telling you-"

"It's alright, Stio," Maril interrupted quickly. "I will pay the ten birads." He handed over the ten birads. Moments later, the worker came back with a rather large loaf of dafala bread.

As they left, Maril said, "Alright, you can go back home. I will probably need your help soon, but not right now."

"Fine," Abigacho shrugged. "You know where to find me."

MD 4.1300
East Central Section: Sikia Way

Maril wakled down Sikia Way, almost to the house the away team had rented. He had dropped off the loaf of dafala bread at the team's "doctors' office", since most of the complex medical equipment was there instead of at the house.

Suddenly, the subcutaneous communicator activated. [Security to Maril. The message we received from the perimeter camps at 1000 hours has been decoded. Only text.]

"What took so long?" Maril whispered, knowing the security team would be able to hear it.

[Some of our decoding technology broke down at 1030 hours, sir. Also, the medical team just found something. They say that they will be at the house in fifteen minutes.]

"Well, I will be at the house in a moment," Maril said, walking up the steps. "I am entering the house now."

And as he said that, he did.

MD 4.1320
88 Sikia Way: Living Room

"So, this virus was embedded in the dafala bread?" an officer asked. Maril had called all of the officers back to the house to have a meeting.

"That is true," one of the "doctors" at the "doctors' office" replied.

"But it is only activated when it is touched by saliva?" Maril wanted to make sure he understood.

"That is also true. However, once it is activated, it acts just like the Tarellian Plague--it becomes very contagious."

"Which makes it a very effective way to infect a settlement. Not only can it reach almost everyone in the settlement, but it is almost undetectable. As a virus, it might even be picked up by their technology. But, embedded, our equipment barely picked it up," another of the "doctors" commented.

"Now," Maril started, "I would like to tell you what the message from the perimeter camps says. Basically, it says that it has been found that the Order--a group of Tarellians bent on revenge for the many injustices done to their people after they escaped from their planet--has entered the situation. They took control of a passenger liner, and attempted to keep the Feynman away from the settlement. After everyone on the liner was anaesthatized, the Order kidnapped Ensign Krazny. Also, Lieutenant Jenn has been kidnapped."

Maril looked up. "It seems we have found our culprit."

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

NRPG:
Hmmm....

I think it was the TARELLIANS in the NEO-LUDDITE SETTLEMENT with the EMBEDDING PROCESS!

Or was it Professor Plum? :D

USS FEYNMAN: 10-Splitting Up

by Kristen Gant 6-3-1996

Stardate: 80603.1327
Scene: Somewhere on the FEYNMAN
Post #10

She headed down the corridor with her men following her. "The shuttlebay is that way. I want half of you to go there and commandeer a shuttle. Your job is to get to main ship and inform them of our status. The rest of you, find a transporter, and head to the ring. I have something else I need to take care of."

She hoped that things on the ring were going better then they were here. As long as they kept Jenn in hiding, she should be able to pull this off. Though that Counselor would have to die. She waited until her men were well on their way and went to a wall panel. "Computer, Location of Lt. Krazney."

<Lt. Krazney is in Sickbay.>

She smiled and made her way toward Sickbay, moving confidently in her Starfleet uniform.

She was about to round the bend leading to sickbay when she saw two security guards standing in front of the doorway. Taking a deep breath she walked confidently up to them. "I'm here to see the Counselor. The Captain asked me to question him."

The security guards nodded and stepped aside. *This is too easy,* she thought growing more confident by the minute. There were two med techs inside not to far from the prone figure of Lt. Krazny. They looked at her and one said, "What can I do for you Lt.?"

"I'm here to question Lt. Krazny."

"He's still unconscious."

"Perhaps we should wake him."

Nurse Tamy came out of the Sickbay lab and looked at the Ops officer in surprise. "Krysa, I thought..." Then she froze and hit her comm pin, "Security to Sickbay, we have an intruder."

*Damn* the woman thought. As the two security guards rushed in she grabbed Tamy and pointed her phaser at the nurses head. "Back off! Away from the door!" she yelled.

The two security guards moved away from the door as she pulled Tamy toward it. As the door slid open she remembered what she had come to do. As long as her cover was blown anyway..... She aimed the phaser at Krazny and fired.

Nurse Tamy struck at just the right time and knocked the phaser out of her hand, sending the beam searing across the biobed Krazny was on, but missing hitting anyone. The Ops officer quickly headed out the open door running down the hall. She quickly ducked into a ventilation duct and crawled away. She had to come up with another plan.

Regards,
Lt. Krysa Jenn

NRPG: Just having a little fun :)

Kristen

USS FEYNMAN: Coming Up to Speed

by Kristen Gant 6-6-1996

Stardate: 80606.0020
Scene: The Ring
MD: 2.1300

*We’ll find you soon, Krysa, I promise.* * I know*

Krysa she smiled faintly in the dark room. She now knew for sure that Kavan was looking for her. Apparently Dr. Glin’karr had been helping him make several telepathic contacts with her, trying to zero in on where she was. She had confidence in the FEYNMAN crew and knew they wouldn’t let her down.

She was also beginning to feel a little better, leading her again to the conclusion that she had been drugged. So far no one had been in to check on her for several hours. She wondered if they ever would. Perhaps they were sure that there was no way for her to be found. It was still dark and while her eyes had adjusted to the darkness, she found the room to be empty other then the cot on which she was lying. There was no discernible door, only smooth walls.

She tired to be patient while she waited to be found. After she’d been laying there a short time, she heard a faint whine. She looked over toward the sound and saw a man standing there. “So you’ve come back to taunt me have you.”

“No just to give you this.” The man moved quickly and before she could react she heard the hypospray hiss and the already dark room went black.

Scene: Brig
MD: 2.1300

She found herself in the brig again. This time though she knew she couldn’t use Krysa’s identity to escape. Though she kept her eyes open for another chance. She knew somehow there would be a way out of here, if she kept her wits about her.

Some of her crew were being brought in a few at a time. She watched them with a glare, letting them know there would be hell to pay once she was free. *Bumbling idiots,* she thought, *why do I put up with them.*

She did notice that Gro’er and Tofte hadn’t been brought in. She was sure if anyone could get away it would be them. She also knew that they would be able to continue the mission even if she couldn’t. Not that she was out of the game yet. Not by a long shot.

Scene: The Ring
MD: 2. 1330

"But he's not Starfleet," Glin'kharr declared.

"That doesn't stop me from wanting to help," said Kavan with a grin. "I've already told the Captain my wishes; I'm still waiting for his answer." He watched as the Doctor turned around to look at him.

“Mr. Kavan, I can understand you wanting to help, but...”

“It’s just Kavan, Doctor, and I intend to help one way or another.”

“You’ve already been a big help.” He said simply.

“As long as Krysa needs help, I haven’t done enough.” The man’s mind was made up and there wasn’t much that could change that. “Besides I know if I get close enough, I will be able to contact her without your help. I’ve done it on the ship before.”

“How close?” Glin’karr asked.

Kavan shook his head. “I’m really not sure. We’ve never *tested* it.”

Glin’karr nodded. He worried about finding her soon. He’d made sure everyone had their booster shots of his inoculate by 1200 hours. But Krysa had missed hers. That worried him.

Regards,
Lt. Krysa Jenn

NRPG: Just bringing all of my various threads up to the same time period. :)

Kristen

USS FEYNMAN: Post #14

by Andrew Catterick 6-7-1996

SD: 80607.0700
MD: 4.1030
Scene: Bridge
Post# 14

"Status?" Zane asked as he entered the bridge.

"No change sir. Engineering is on the sensors but they aren't sure how long until they are up." Jerran replied rising from the captain's seat.

Zane wasn't too surprised. The damage hadn't been extensive but it had been well planned. Most of the systems needed to be replaced rather than a normal re-routing. He motioned Jerran to remain in the chair.

"How long do you estimate for the lifepods to reach the Ring?"

"About six hours sir. But engineering has said at least 10 to get the sensors back on line."

"The OLYMPIA?"

"She warped out of system about 25 minutes ago. Unless there are any problems she'll arrive at EPSILON on 80614."

"Well Mr. Jerran I don't want those lifepods to reach the Ring. I don't care if you have to have people with their nose's pressed against the glass in 10-Forward trying to spot them. Just make sure you do. I'll be in my ready-room."

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Scene: Ready-room

"Computer, coffee, black, hot."

A few sips of the coffee and he sat at the desk spinning the computer around to face him. "Computer open a secure channel to Dr. Glin'kharr on the Ring."

[Yes captain?]

"Any luck in your search yet doctor?"

[Some. Kavan and I have been slowly trying to narrow our search field but as I'm sure you can imagine it is very draining.]

"But you do sense her? She is alive?"

[Most definietly. We know she's out there we just don't know where yet. But we will. Soon.]

"Have you heard from Cmdr. Maril?"

[I checked in with a few hours ago. He has made a contact within the local population and feels he may have a lead on something. He is currently investigating it. I'm afraid that's all I know.]

"Very well. We have some business to attend to here." Zane said being deliberatly vague in case unwanted ears were listening in. "But we'll be within transporter range by 1400 hours. I'll be beaming down a larger security detachment as well as Ensign Serra. He has finished all he can do with the engineering projections and he is raring to go on the plague. He's pretty sure he'll have it figured out by tomorrow, latest."

The doctor's soft chuckle came across the comm-link. [Ah to be a fresh young ensign again.]

"Good luck doctor. FEYNMAN out." His coffee cup empty he returned it to the replicator for a refill. "Zane to sickbay."

[Sickbay here. What can I do for you Captain?]

"How's your patient coming along?" In all the excitement he had been unable to check on Krazny.

[Just fine sir. The effects of the stun have worn off and he's now enjoying a deep sleep. Shall I wake him for you?]

"No let him sleep. He deserves it."

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Scene: Lifepod

For the one hundredth time Tofte cursed the FEYNMAN, Starfleet and the ancestors of all who belonged. But he would have his revenge soon he smiled confidently.

In a few hours he and his men would be safely aboard the cargo vessels heading for the Luddite's from their trading partners across the Ring. And then they would ram this starship and her devil-spawned crew and when it was destroyed they would carry the plague to the ends of the universe.

<<<NRPG>>>

Well our two threads are almost caught up!

Bad News :(

Due to RL pressures Bill is no longer able to remain with us as Ensign Serra. He had hoped that his schedule would be lighter but as it has not become so he felt it unfair to remain. He has also offered up his character as sacrifice to the plague so as of now Serra is an NPC with a very short future <EG> Please remove Bill from your mailing lists.

Perhaps when this mission is over we should perform some sort of excorist to remove the FEYNMAN's curse of the CSciO!

Speaking of evil spirits, Jason, whats up with yours?

Bill: Sorry the timing didn't work out but when you do start another character in the ASR I hope we 'bump' into each other.

respectfully,
Andy

-CMDR Zane, Commanding, USS FEYNMAN
-LT.CMDR Nigel Brock, Instructor, Holodeck 18
-LT.CMDR Tarsa Rogers, Executive Officer, USS GAUSS
-CMDR Horatio Sinclair, Fleet Intelligence Officer, BLUE FLEET

USS FEYNMAN: 17-Plague Time!

by Max Felsher 6-7-1996

UY- Maril started to organize the new effort..

"Now, Science Team and the medical officers not involved in the 'doctors' office', I want you to to test every source of nourishment you can think of--anything. Other medical officers, continue to get samples and try to find some sort of counteragent to the virus. Security Team, continue with what you have been doing. I will be looking even more deeply into this mystery. Dismissed."

MD 4.1400
Fringe of settlement:Stio Abigacho's house

Maril was sitting next to Abigacho working on his computer, although it was hardly a computer by Maril's standards. He cringed at the lack of memory on it, and noticed that its system was composed of microchips, not isolinear ones. Add to this that the operator interface was a "keyboard" which you had to push down on to get anything to work.

However, Maril had found that Abigacho's skill on this computer, however backward that computer was, was something to be appreciated. Abigacho had already accessed the settlement's main computer and was attempting to get into the Spaceport Trade Center's database. There was a password, but this consisted of only a series of characters, not voice or retinal recognition. Abigacho had soon broken the password, and was inside.

"Hmmm...the dafala bread has been sold to the STC by the same firm for over 25 years--the Ababzi Grain Refinery."

'A few possibilities,' Maril thought. This company could have been embedding the virus all along. Highly unlikely, given the virus's mutation speed. The company could have changed leaders recently. Or, maybe it was embedded somewhere else along the line.'

Maril continued out loud. "See if you can find any other recent shipments that the STC has handled. I need to see if any other sources could have caused the situation," Maril said, trying to be a little vague, as he didn't want to tell Abigacho everything just yet.

Abigacho just nodded. "Okay, I'll look for that...."

MD 4.1430

"I think I've found a few things," Abigacho called out. "There was a shipment of rubber from Jababo Indergo. Also, some steel and iron from an unknown place. And I just found a shipment of sugar from a farm on a planet called Earth."

Maril just shook his head at the first two leads. No one would ever lick rubber or steel. But the sugar was a good possibility. He was just about to contact the Science Team when Abigacho reported, "Umm...I'm gonna have to pull out of here. They've discovered that someone's here. If I don't get out of here fast, they'll be able to trace it back to my terminal."

"That's fine. Pull out. Thank you again. I think I will return to my home now."

"Wait a second. There's a broadcast over the emergency announcement system. Look."

Maril did look. On the screen, he saw a tall, thin man, along with a shorter, more round one to the side.

"The thin one's the governor of the settlement," Abigacho stated. "The fatter one is the mayor of the city."

"Citizens of The Settlement," the governor began. "First, I do not want you to panic at what I am about to tell you. Everything is under control."

"Now, there is a rather pesky disease passing through The Settlement. There is nothing to worry about, but for safety reasons, we would like everyone to stay within the building you are in; or if you are outside, go to the nearest building. Our top doctors are on the case. The police will assist you."

The mayor continued the speech, "There is nothing to be afraid of, but this measure will ensure safety for all. Thank you."

The screen went black.

"Well, I guess you won't be going home after all," Abigacho half-smiled.

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

NRPG:
Well, here's the local outbreak. Next, it will spread to the rest of the Ring, then the quadrant, then the galaxy, and finally, the universe. Doesn't that sound nice? ;) <evil laugh>

USS FEYNMAN: Spirited Away

by Andrew Catterick 6-8-1996

SD: 80608.1900
MD: 4.10:45
Scene: Bridge, Panarik Cargo Vessel 1
Post#18

Captain Pentak looked down at the sensor screen and cursed at the two Starfleet pods slowly approaching his convoy. He knew who the occupants would be. Must be. And now was the time to decide. In a few minutes the FEYNMAN shuttle craft would locate the pods and retrieve the occupants of the pods who were surely allies of his secret benefactor. For him there would be questions. Still if he acted and was caught his punishment would be death. *But the money...* His mind wandered to his wife and children at home, safe in a house he would never have been able to afford.

Leaving the sensor screen to its operator he walked over to the main console and tapped a few commands into the keypad. His finger hesitated over the 'enter key' "All gods bear witness, I do this for my children." He whispered silently. The button was pushed.

"Captain!" The sensor operator screamed.

______________________________________
Scene: Shuttle Skywalker

Dunnon looked down at his console as the shuttle spun around to head out to the Panarik convoy. He had to admit it had been an excellent ploy for them to head there rather than to the Ring as expected. But they'd never make it there now. It would take no more than a few seconds for his sensors to locate them now that they were oriented in the correct direction.

"What the Hell!" Quickly he raised shields and opened a channel to the ship. "Dunnon to FEYNMAN!"

[Ah Mr. Dunnon have you finished your joy-ride and located those pods yet?] Jerran asked.

"Sir one of the Panarik's uncrewed cargo haulers has just exploded! There is debris and radiation flooding this vicinity...sensors are virtually useless."

There was a silent pause over the channel. [Understood, continue on towards the convoy and see if you can be of assistance.]

______________________________________
Scene:Cargo Bay, Panarik Cargo Carrier 1

Tofte covered his eyes as the hatch to his pod opened to reveal the bright lights of the cargo bay. As his eyes began to refocus he noticed a shadow hunched over him. Soon the nervous looking face became clear. "Captain Pentak! What a pleasant surprise!"

<<<NRPG>>>

Hey it wouldn't be the FEYNMAN without some sort of collusion;)

Respectfully,
Andy

-CMDR Zane, Commanding, USS FEYNMAN
-LT.CMDR Nigel Brock, Instructor, Holodeck 18
-LT.CMDR Tarsa Rogers, Executive Officer, USS GAUSS
-CMDR Horatio Sinclair, Fleet Intelligence Officer, BLUE FLEET

USS FEYNMAN: Buried Alive!

by Kristen Gant 6-8-1996

Stardate: 80608.0016
Scene: Brig
MD: 4.1300
Post #19

She watched the guards closely. They were making no mistakes that she could take advantage of so far. Her patience was beginning to run out. She had to get out of here. She hoped thier back up plan was working.

She was only partially surprised when the main panel in front of the guard began to spark and burn. She smiled lightly as she waited for Gro'er to make his entrance. No one knew how to cause sparks like Gro'er.

She was not disappointed when the man opened an wall panel behind her. He had found a way through the walls. "Block their view," she hissed quietly to her imprisoned crew.

While the guards were distracted dealing with the sparking and burning panel, she slid through the wall with the rest of her crew standing in the way. Then they quickly replace the wall panel.

"About time you showed up," she purred. He smiled and motioned for her to follow him.

He pointed to a blue glowing device, "We have to move quickly. I rigged it as quick as I could, it won't hold the field back long. If it come back on and we're to close, they'll know it right away." She nodded and they quickly crawled into one of the interior ducts.

After they had crawled a good distance away, he turned to her. "I got the signal." He held out a small device with a single read blinking light on it, smirking.

She broke into a broad smile, "When?"

"A couple of hours ago." he said tucking the device back into his tunic. "I've been working on a way to get you out of there, since then."

"So Tofte made it, and our friend came through for us."

Gro'er nodded, "If things go right for a change, the FEYNMAN should head toward the cargo ships and then we can be beamed directly off."

"Are you sure the FEYNMAN can't pick up that signal box you're holding there?"

"Not likely," he told her. "They'd have to really be looking hard for it."

Scene: The Ring
MD: 4. 1500

Couprie's team was gathered and searching a small area where the Feynman sensors said was the most likely spot for her to be from the data that Reetza had collected, but Kavan was shaking his head in frustration. "She's not responding."

Couprie looked at him. "Maybe were still to far away."

"We've been searching for over an hour. We're beginning to go in circles!" he sighed, "I should be able to hear her by now."

"You can still get a sense of her though, right." Kavan nodded, and Couprie clapped his shoulder, "Then we'll find her, don't get discouraged."

"Alright, I'll keep trying." he closed his eyes and concentrated again.

Krysa! Please answer me!*

"Sir, our tricorders are picking up some sort of bunker just over that direction." said one of the security officers, "It's about 10 feet underground."

"Well there has to be an entrance somewhere. Come on."

Kavan looked up and followed, calling Krysa again.

Whooooo...* came the foggy reply.

"Krysa!" Kavan was so happy, he realized he shouted out loud. He looked at Couprie, "She responded." Couprie smiled and continued in the direction of the underground bunker.

Krysa, we are really close. Are you alright?

Yes... I'm so tired."

Are you still alone*

I... I think so... someone was here... but gone now.*

"It's directly underneath us now, sir." said the security guard, stopping not to far from a small outcropping of rocks.

"See if you can find a way in," said the team leader, then he hit his comm pin "Couprie to Feynman."

"Commander, we have found a bunker that's about 10 feet underground. So far no visible signs of and entrance."

Couprie looked at Kavan who was on his hands and knees concentrating. "Kavan?"

The man looked up, and nodded, "I think so, she's kind of out of it. She's probably been drugged again."

"Sir, Kavan thinks so."

"Sir," said one of the security officers coming up behind Couprie, "We can't find any entrance. As far as we can tell it's intact. Though we are picking up some sort of an energy field... very faint. Possibly to prevent anyone they don't want getting in or out."

Regards,
Lt. Krysa Jenn

NRPG: I figure the terrorists think the FEYNMAN will want to go assist with the explosion... They don't know about the ships already there. So if the FEYNMAN doesn't go, they may be waiting a long while...

Hey Jason, what is our resident villain doing while these terrorists are crawling through his domain :) Maybe they can wake him up :)

Now that we know where Krysa is, perhaps someone on the Feynman can figure out a way to get her out... or wait and monitor her and see if we can figure out who has her... though I suspect it's someone with ties to the fake Krysa on board the Feynman :)

Kristen

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(AKA - Darlea & Makayla, Lt. Krysa Jenn, Ens. Darla Shane,
Ens. Ainese Kev, Bree, Dr. Janna Swansen, Captain Gabriel
Faison, Waylene & Aura, Meena & Vonn)

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USS FEYNMAN: 21-FInding an Escape Route

by Max Felsher 6-9-1996

Stardate: 80609
UY-Though he probably shouldn't have been.

The Tarrelian plague had finally spread through the Neo-Luddite settlement. As he walked out of the room, he whispered through the subcutaneous communicator. "Security, is the Feynman over the settlement?"

[Yes, sir, it is.]

"Good. Alert the rest of the team that we will be running from the fire, by beamout if possible. Also tell this to the Feynman."

[But, sir, we can't beam back to the ship.]

"Yes, I know. However, we might be able to do a site-to-site transport through the Feynman. If that is not possible, the perimeter teams may be able to beam us out. If none of these work, we will have to force our way out. Make sure you tell all of this to the Feynman. And-"

"Mr. Maril," Abigacho yelled out, "what are you doing? Just sitting there?"

"Ah, yes, I'm just thinking...about what just happened," Maril yelled back. Again whispering, he then said, "And, Security, tell the Feynman and the perimeter teams that the beam out, if possible, should occur at 1600 hours. Also, tell the rest of the team to form our battle lines again approximately where we beamed in, 2 kilometers outside the eastern edge of the settlement."

[Alright, sir.]

"One more thing. If we beam out, take all of the equipment. If we fire the cannons instead, take as much equipment as you can easily take--and take all scans, memory, information acquired, etc. Destroy *everything* of ours that isn't taken with us. Is that understood?"

[Understood, sir.]

"Good. Maril out."

As Maril closed the comm link, he walked back into the room where Stio Abigacho was using the computer. "Mr. Abigacho-"

"Call me Stio."

"Very well. I suppose it is only fair you should call me Onta then. Stio, I will probably be leaving this area soon."

"But there's an order out that no one can go outside."

"I know, but I have to get out."

Abigacho sighed. "Look, Onta, stop playing games. I know who you are. I've known it for a while. You are a Starfleet officer, on the USS Feynman, if I'm not mistaken."

Maril tried to keep a calm exterior, but it obviously didn't work because the next thing Abigacho said was, "Don't look so surprised. I'm not a Neo-Luddite. I am Jabin Stor, Third Company, Cardassian Obsidian Order. Did you think that only the Federation knew about this possible epidemic?"

Maril sighed, as Abigacho had a few moments earlier. "Well, then, I will tell you the truth. My team is getting out of the settlement. We can't afford to stay any longer. We may be back, however."

Abigacho(or Stor) replied, "Well, I'm here on a long-term mission. It was actually a stroke of luck that alerted us to the epidemic. I was traveling around the Ring when I found some contamination. When I examined it further, I realized it was the Tarellian plague. I alerted my superiors, and stayed here instead of continuing on my trip. I've been here so long that, at least to a newcomer like you, I appear to be a native."

Maril then said, "Well, thank you for all your help. It was much appreciated."

"Well, it was to my advantage to help you as you could help stop the epidemic."

"Yes," Maril smiled. "However, there is another thing. We have found that a certain organization known as the Order--which is seeking revenge for the many injustices done to Tarellians who survived the plague and escaped to other planets--this Order is attempting to spread the plague. We have also found that the virus has been 'embedded' into certain foods. It is activated by saliva."

"I see. Very disturbing."

"Yes, and we believe that the Order 'embedded' the virus. My personal theory is that there is an agent in the settlement right now 'embedding' the virus in many places. It would be most helpful if he or she could be caught."

Stor smiled. "So you want me to catch this agent, and maybe 'dispose' of them somehow. Hmm...it's gonna be a lot harder, considering that I can't go outside. But I'll still be able to do it."

"Do the best you can."

"Don't worry about that," Stor replied.

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

NRPG: Yes, I know, all dialogue and no action. Don't worry, though, there'll be some action. :)

As for the different ways of getting out of the settlement, I don't think much of the site- to-site through the Feynman. First of all, I'm not sure the Feynman has that sort of range on a site-to-site transport; and second, contamination might occur even if it is routed right back to the surface.

I don't know if there are any transporters with the perimeter teams. Might not be a bad idea to have some, though.

The third, "break-out" idea is pretty risky. We might lose a few officers/crew that way.

Anyway, someone should just make a reference to which one we're doing in a post.

Also, try to have the Feynman over the settlement for at least 1500-1600 hours so we don't have that Security guy saying the Feynman is overhead when it isn't.

USS FEYNMAN: Someone on This Ring Has to Die...

by Kristen Gant 6-11-1996

Stardate: 80611.2037
Scene: Somewhere on the Feynman
MD: 4.1500

Gro'er and his commanding officer crawled through the internal accesses of the Feynman. "Can you tell if we are near the transports yet?" she hissed.

"Doesn't look like, or this would be flashing much faster." He said looking at the device which still showed a slow steady flash.

"What's taking so long. Doesn't the Feynman believe in aiding a fellow ship?" she growled.

He shrugged. "I have an idea. Come on."

She followed him as he crawled to a ventilation duct and looked out into the room. It was someone's quarters, and deserted for the time being. He carefully removed the panel and slipped down into the room. "Stay there, I'm just going to check the computer console in here."

He moved over to the computer and began fishing through the various screens, looking for something to give him some information. After a couple of fruitless ventures he finally found what he was looking for. Smiling he moved back to the duct and pulled himself up. Then replaced the panel.

"The Feynman has moved to a spot over the ring. I couldn't tell which section, but I would presume it's our target settlement. So all we need to do is get to a transporter."

"You're going to beam down to the ring?" she asked, hesitantly.

"It's the only way to complete our mission. Remember, we promised to give our lives for the cause if need be."

She nodded, remembering her promise. She would do it for the Order. Then they headed out to find a transporter room.

Scene: Search for Krysa

"Sir, we have searched everywhere. It's a self contained box down there. No way in, no way out. We're going to have to find a way to break down the forcefield and beam her out... If she's in there." said Davidson.

Couprie nodded, but Kavan stood in anger, "She's in there! Just do what you have to and get her out!"

Couprie held out his hand, "They are." Kavan sat back down on the ground.

Krysa?*

uh hummmm.* came a tired reply.

They've got a way to get you out, so just be calm, okay?*

umm'kay.*

Davidson spoke again. "Reetza thinks that if we set up some sensor modulators and play with the frequencies a bit, we may be able to get a transporter beam through."

He nodded and hit his commpin, "Couprie to Feynman."

"We think we've got a way to get her out."

<Great, keep me informed.>

Reetza and Davidson quickly began to set up equipment as the others continued to monitor the buried bunker.

Scene: Transporter room
MD: 4.1530

Gro'er slipped out of the duct into the empty corridor, with his companion right behind him. They rushed into the transporter room and within seconds knocked the unsuspecting man out.

Gro'er smiled as he tinkered with the controls, "Just as I thought, right over the colony." He put in a few coordinates while she stepped up onto the transporter pad. "This should put us a short distance outside of the colony." he said finishing up and jumping onto the transporter pad as the beam grabbed them.

Scene: Bridge

"Sir, someone transporting down to the ring!" yelled Garrett, as she quickly began scanning the transporter room.

"Stop them," ordered Zane.

Garret's hands flew over the controls, but before long she was shaking her head. "I can't, sir. It's got some kind of a block on it." Whoever had rigged this was good. She traced the transporter beam to it's end, to see where they had transported to.

"Can you tell who it was?"

"No, sir, but there were two of them and they transported near the buried bunker." she told him. "I can't get an exact location."

"Zane to Couprie." Zane said hitting his commpin.

"Expect company, soon. Most likely Terrelians."

<Aye, sir.>

Scene: Bunker site

"Reetza, Davidson how're you coming?" Couprie asked after having spoken to the Captain.

"Just about ready for our fist attempt, sir."

Kavan mummered, "About time."

Couprie wisely decided to ignore his comment, focusing instead on what the rest of his team was doing. He had to remind himself that Kavan was not Starfleet.

"Sir," called Reetza, surprised. "I'm reading three lifesigns down there."

He turned and looked at her. "Can you tell which one is Lt. Jenn?"

"No, sir," she said shaking her head.

Kavan had jumped to alert when he heard she wasn't alone. *Krysa, who's with you?*

I... I see... two...*

"Can you beam all three up?" asked Couprie.

"No, only one at a time, this is only a portable transporter device. It's power is severely limited." said Reetza shaking her head.

"Then pick one and hope it's the right one. Phasers ready."

The transporters picked up a figure that materialized into Krysa. She seemed disoriented and the search party dropped their weapons and congratulated each other on having done it.

Kavan smiled happily and ran over sweeping her up into his arms. "Krysa!"

"I'm glad to see you too..." she said hesitantly.

Kavan*

What's the matter?* he asked pulling away from her. His eyes opened wide as

he realized the telepathic call wasn't coming from Krysa but still from the bunker, "What's going on?" he asked, backing away.

The woman standing before him sighed. "I swear I am never, ever trying to replace a telepathic species again." Then she took of for a dark group of trees at a full run.

Couprie quickly grabbed his phaser and stunned her, watching as she fell to the ground. "Try again," he said to Reetza. All were a little shaken by the deception.

This time when Krysa appeared again, they were a little less jubilant. Krysa herself seemed even more disoriented then the first. She looked around the crowd staring at her hesitantly, finally spotting who she was looking for, "Kavan..." she said as she fell to the ground.

Kavan ran to her immediately dropping to the ground and picking her up. The moment he touched her he knew it was her. He smiled and nodded to the others.

Suddenly three men ran out of the trees and began firing phasers at the group. One of the security officers dropped almost immediately. The other returned fire as the quickly jumped behind the outcropping of rock. Kavan dragging Krysa as best he could was also hit and collapsed on the ground.

The other officers made short work of the three attackers and moved quickly back to where thier fallen colleagues lay.

"He's dead," called Reetza as she stood over the fallen security officer.

Couprie stooped to where Kavan and Krysa lay. Quickly feeling for a pulse on the Ops officer first, he breathed a sigh of relief as Krysa moaned slightly and he felt a strong pulse.

He looked over at Davidson, who was checking on Kavan. The man shook his head, his face stony. Couprie looked back at Krysa wondering how he was going to break this to her.

He hit his commpin to make his report to the Captain.

Regards,
Lt. Krysa Jenn

NRPG: Now really, don't tell me you are surprised <VBG> Most of you probably knew this was going to happen sooner or later... I've been trying for a nice valiant death for Kavan since he boarded the Feynman <G> I imagine the search party will carry Krysa back to the perimeter camp and put her in the med tent or whatever their using.

I also think I've established that the Feynman is over the settlement at 1500, now lets see if everyone keeps with me <EG>

Andy, sorry, about allowing the bad guys to get away... but they can never catch the transporter in time on the series either <G> Besides I needed them on the ring <EvilG> BTW, since I'd never given the look-a-like a name I decided not to. She was only stunned, so could still be alive causing problems on the ring if we want. Or we could have a security team grabbed them up and keep them tied up for a while... though I don't know where we would keep them at the camp.

Kristen

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(AKA - Darlea & Makayla, Lt. Krysa Jenn, Ens. Darla Shane,
Ens. Ainese Kev, Bree, Dr. Janna Swansen, Captain Gabriel
Faison, Waylene & Aura, Meena & Vonn)

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USS FEYNMAN: Another Notch

by Andrew Catterick 6-11-1996

SD: 80611.0900
MD: 4.1245
Scene: Ready-Room
Post #23

Before leaving his ready-room Zane put in a quick call to Sr'qwon. "Status on the prisoners Lieutenant?"

[We've recaptured all of the terrorists that initial beamed aboard except for four. We're assuming that these four were the ones that escaped in the pods however we are keeping up the search and increased alert condition until we're assured either way. They're a tough bunch. No one surrendered so we had to heavy stun them all. They'll be waking-up with a hell of a hang-over.]

"And the one disguised as Lt. Jenn?"

[We're assuming she is one of the ones that escaped in the pods sir.]

"I see. Very well. When they come to begin debriefing them I want to know everything we can about them. And keep in mind we may have another potential hostage situation brewing." Zane quickly filled him on the circumstances surrounding the convoy.

[I really don't like the sounds of this Captain. That explosion was exactly what they needed at exactly the right time. I'm not one for coincidences.]

"Agreed. Proceed with the briefing. And Lieutenant?"

[Sir?]

"I'll expect a full report as to how there were two security breaches in less than a day and what steps have been taken to prevent a future occurrence."

[Aye sir.]

Entering the bridge he looked over to Jerran. "Recommendations?"

"Until the sensors our back on line, which Lt. Koreth has assured me will be with in the hour, we are relying on the eyes of the SKYWALKER. She's picked up a few items of note but I'd feel much more confident once we can get a look ourselves."

"It is a little strange that they refused any assistance, especially if they've got nothing to hide."

"Sir, the Admiral was quite clear that this was an Emergency One mission. If need be we can board those vessels, or at the very least order them to return to port."

Zane rubbed his palm along his chin. "That's something I'd like to keep as a last resort. For now I want you to park us 5000m over the Ring between it and them and lets see what they do." He turned to the security officer. "Open a channel to Dr. Glin'kharr's team."

"Channel open."

"FEYNMAN to Dr.Glin'kharr."

[Glin'kharr here. What can I do for you sir?]

"I've some good news and some bad news."

[I'm sure we could all use a little good news sir.]

"You medical and science teams may be able to return to the ship to use the labs."

There was a long pause. [That would mean...] Quickly Zane filled him in on the discovery of the dead terrorist.

[Has there been any confirmation yet?]

"No but they covered a large part of the ship and if one of them had it chances are they all did." He changed the subject. "Any luck with Lt. Jenn?"

[I'm afraid there is nothing new all though we have every reason to believe Kavan will pinpoint her soon.]

"Good. Keep me informed. FEYNMAN out."

Jerran turned his head to face the captain. "If those terrorists did make it on to that cargo hauler and we don't find a cure...."

"Then we'll have to 'sterilize' them as well." Zane answered grimly.

<<<NRPG>>>

Well, looks like we'll be over the Ring at the appointed time.

Respectfully,
Andy

-CMDR Zane, Commanding, USS FEYNMAN
-LT.CMDR Nigel Brock, Instructor, Holodeck 18
-LT.CMDR Tarsa Rogers, Executive Officer, USS GAUSS
-CMDR Horatio Sinclair, Fleet Intelligence Officer, BLUE FLEET

USS FEYNMAN: 24 - Hostages?

by Joseph Baker 6-12-1996

SD: 80612.1827 (GMT)
MD: 4.1545

Needless to say, this was not looking to be a very good day at all for the Captain and crew of the USS FEYNMAN. CMDR Zane paced back and forth in front of the command arena on the bridge of the FEYNMAN as LTJG Jerran listened to a report over the comlink from WO Dunnon. First, the prisoners from the Order had escaped, and now one of them was apparently holding the crew of the Panarik freighter convoy hostage while other groups had just killed not only a couple of the FEYNMAN's own security guards, but also a civilian, something which, as Captain of a Federation starship, Zane felt completely responsible for. And not just any civilian, either, but the husband of his own OPS officer.

<They haven't changed course an inch, sir>, Zane heard WO Dunnon say over the link to Jerran's console.

Jerran nodded from the helm and said, "Yes, that is indeed quite strange, and they haven't even bothered to send out any sort of terrorist demands. Have they detected you or the fighters, Dunnon?"

Jerran smiled slightly and said, "Alright. Keep yourselves nice and quiet there, and we'll get back to you as soon as we find anything out. FEYNMAN out."

The pilot turned to the Captain, who was already standing behind him and looking over his shoulder and was about to convey the report from WO Dunnon when the Captain just nodded and said, "I heard, Mr. Jerran. It does sound odd indeed. No demands, no change of flightplan. It's almost as if the Panarik freighters were expecting company. Garrett, hail the lead freighter. I want to talk to Pentak."

"Channel open, sir."

"Panarik Freighter, this is the USS FEYNMAN, CMDR Zane speaking."

Captain Pentak's smilingly cordial face came on the screen and said, <Greetings, Commander. What can we do for you?>

"I was just about to ask you a similar question, Captain. We have heard... reports that there are some terrorists in the area who might have been able to infiltrate your cargo ships. If there are any on board your ship, we would like to talk to them so that we may avoid any further bloodshed."

The Panarik captain's smile faided as a more nervous look crept in, <I... uh... don't know what you're... uhhh... talking about, Commander. I assure you that there are no... uhh... terrorists on this ship. Besides, what would the terrorists gain by stealing a group of worthless, outdated freighters carrying cargo that would only be fit for use by one group of people?>

"My crew and I were wondering the same thing. The truth is, sir, that we think that the terrorists are at this point, merely desperate for escape, in any form, even if it means using a group of outdated freighters, just as long as they make it to the ring. They already tried to escape to the ring on a pair of our lifeboats. One of them was captured, while the other is still missing. It couldn't have gotten far in the short time that it has been gone, and your freighters are the closest place for them to go."

A slight smile crept back to Pentak's face as he said, a bit less nervously, <My crew and I will endevour to make sure that this convoy is devoid of terrorists, Commander, and if we do find any, I'm sure that you will be the first to know, as the humans say.>

"Thank you for your cooperation in this manner, then, Captain Pentak. FEYNMAN out." Just as the screen returned to the view of the ring, Zane turned to the other officers on the bridge and said, "Impressions?"

Jerran raised an eyebrow as he glanced at one of the nav scanner displays on his console and said, "It doesn't take an empath to see that he's most definitely hiding something, sir. It wouldn't be too much of a leap of logic to suggest that Pentak is in fact hiding the Order terrorists."

Zane nodded as he went back to his seat, scratching his chin thoughtfully, "I agree, Lieutenant. Now we just need to find a way to prove it. Those fission drives that Dunnon mentioned, do you think they could pose a potential hazard to the crew?"

"Possibly, sir. Fission drives fell out of disuse a couple of centuries ago in most more advanced races just because they were so dangerous to maintain and the fact that they posed such problems as heat and the deadly raidation trail that theu leave in their wake. Only a few races are known to use them now, those who can't afford to use much else. Even the Bajora haven't used them since the war with the Cardassians ended 40 years ago."

"Dangerous enough to warrant the use of Regulation 13d?"

"Any civilian or military vessel within Federation space is subject to mandatory health and safety inspections whenever docking at a Federation aligned facility or whenever any officer of command grade on a Federation starship has sufficient cause to suspect hazardous materials or conditions on board said vessel," the FCO diligently quoted.

Zane smiled at his pilot's memory for regulations and said, "That's the one, Lieutenant. I want you, Koreth, Cartwright, and a few security officers to go over there on the NOGURA to conduct this `inspection'. I want the security officers to have only type one phasers, and they should also carry engineering field packs so they don't look like security guards," the commander said, thinking of what a good thing it was that both engineering and security wore the same colors.

"Aye, aye, sir," Jerran said as he got up from his console to go to the shuttlebay.

<NRPG> That's the good thing about playing Star Trek over the net rather than making an episode of it on TV. You can use the shuttles whenever you want because you don't have to worry about going over the special effects budget on this episode ;)

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* Joseph W. Baker                                                          *
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USS FEYNMAN: 25-Escape

by Max Felsher 6-13-1996

SD 80613.1200(GMT)
MD 4.1555
EI Ring: N-L Settlement: Fringe: Stio Abigacho's house

Maril waited for a reply from the Feynman on the matter of getting out of the settlement. It hadn't been too long, but in the position of Chirano locked in, the wait was driving him insane.

He had the plan all ready in his mind. The equipment and records would have to go first. Although some might have thought that cruel, Maril explained to himself that people could move--objects could not. It would only take a few trips if the Feynman could be used. Of course, it would take longer if they had to use a portable transporter, but it wouldn't take so long as to bore Shirad.

The riskiest, and the one with the highest probability of bloodeshed, was trying to escape from the settlement by actually running. Maril hesitated to use this one, as it would not only force them to destroy some of their equipment, it was alos quite probable that a good number of the team would be injured or killed.

[Security to Maril,] the FO was interrupted from his thoughts.

"Maril here."

[Sir, it has been determined that the virus might spread even through a site-to- site transport, so we can't use that.]

"Can we beam into the perimeter camp directly?"

[Yes, but the transporter has limited power and range. It can only beam up one person at a time, or an equivalent mass of equipment. It also can only reach about to the western edge of the settlement.]

"Hmmm...the range shouldn't be a problem, since I don't think anyone has left the settlement. If anyone has, they're relatively safe from the Neo-Luddites, though I don't know about anything else. The power is disturbing. What is the estimate on the number of beam-ups?"

[Approximately eighteen, sir.]

"Eighteen!"

[Yes, sir, eighteen.]

"Well, get the medical and scientific records out first, then the medical equipment,then the science officers, the medical officers after that, one of you security officers next, myself, the other one of you two, and, lastly, the communications equipment. Can you remember all that?" Maril smiled.

[Yes, sir, I'll remember. Security out.]

Maril returned to the room where Stor(Abigacho) was still working on his computer, although Maril now knew that it was hardly a computer by Stor's standards either.

"Well, Stor, I'm leaving soon."

The "Neo-Luddite" turned around. "You are?" He cleared his throat and stood up. "Well, it was nice working with you, Onta."

Stor grasped Maril's hand with the tight grip of a Cardassian. They shook hands, staying rather quiet. Maril still couldn't move his fingers after Stor let go, but he said goodbye and waited for the Security Team to report back in.

A few minutes later, they did. [Security to Maril.]

"Maril here."

[The transporter is set up, and we're ready to proceed.]

"Do so."

[Aye, sir.]

"Keep me constantly updated."

[Aye, sir. Security out.]

Security did report in, several times, notifying Maril when the records, the medical equipment, the medical and science officers, and one of the security officershad successfully beamed over to the perimeter camp.

[Alright, sir, it's your turn.]

"I'm ready. Proceed."

For the seemingly millionth time in his life, Maril felt the transporter beam shimmer around him, transporting him to the seemingly millionth place. For a second, it almost looked as if he was beaming into a dark room with a male Tarellian bending over him. However, that image was soon replaced by that of the perimeter camp. Maril breathed a sigh of relief.

"What happened?" Maril asked.

"Another power source attempted to reroute the beam to another location," a science officer (from the perimeter team) replied. "We were able to rematerialize you, but it used so much power that the transporter, in a sense, 'burned out'."

"Hmmm. Well, we still have one officer and the communications equipment in the settlement. Notify him that he may have to wait a while."

"Wait a second!" a medical officer(also from the perimeter team) cried out. "Aren't they using a transporter in the attempt to beam Lieutenant Jenn out? We could use that one as soon as they're done with it."

Maril thought for a second, then said, "Very well. Send someone down to get that transporter. However, if they are still using it, let them. Retrieving Lieutenant Jenn is a higher priority."

Not too much time later, everyone was probably relieved to see the last officer and the communications equipment beamed into the camp.

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

NRPG: Well, now no one's in the settlement. We're all together. :)

Kristen: Why did you want Kavan dead? Perhaps there's a conspiracy involved, maybe even the Betazoid Mafia! Or maybe it was convenient to stage an "accident". <VBG>

All: Hey, why are you guys slowing down? We've got a disease to cure, Tarellians to capture. :)

USS FEYNMAN: "Iganth's River Goes on Without...

by Kristen Gant 6-14-1996

Stardate: 80614.1430
Scene: Search team
MD: 4.1600

The security guards in the search team had gathered up the three attackers. They were dismayed to find that the Krysa look-a-like had disappeared. She must have come out of the stun while they were being attacked by the other three. They also discovered that the third person from the bunker was no longer there either.

“Just keep your eyes open just in case someone decides to ambush us again,” Couprie told them. He moved over to where Krysa lay on a gurney still unconscious. The medical member of the team said that she was fine, just still under the influence of drugs.

They moved quickly back to the perimeter camp. Thankfully the rest of the trip was uneventful and soon they had the three attackers in a make shift prison tent penned in with a security field. Couprie went with the gurney to make sure that Krysa was taken care of as he hadn’t yet spotted the Doctor.

He was surprised to see Glin’karr on a makeshift biobed himself. Commander Maril saw them bring Krysa in and headed over to Couprie. “Report,” he ordered.

Couprie looked at the Lt. lying on the gurney and pulled Maril a short distance away. “We were attacked just after we located Lt. Jenn. Kavan and PO Grant were killed in the attack.” He motioned at Krysa, “She doesn’t know yet.” Then he continued with his report, “We managed to contain the three attackers, but there were two people in the underground bunker with Lt. Jenn. One was a look-a-like. They both got away.”

Maril nodded and moved over to stand by Krysa. Couprie sighed in relief that he wasn’t going to have to be the one to break the news to her, and hurried out of the medical tent. Maril was none to pleased to have the responsibility fall on his shoulder either. T’Del had left the sleeping Glin’karr to run her scans on the unconscious Ops Officer.

“When will she wake?” Maril asked.

“Not for a little bit. Not only is she drugged, she is totally exhausted.” answered T’Del. “I think the telepathic contact that she was put through was a little much for her. It’s strained her synapses.”

Maril nodded, “Call me when she wakes...” he paused, “I will tell her.”

T’Del nodded. Maril knew that T’Del probably wouldn’t have a difficult time telling the woman, but he knew that T’Del being Vulcan was not the best person to break the news.

He was about to leave when Ens. Jakko Serra stumbled into the tent. “Doctor... Doctor...” he mumbled.

T’Del moved over and caught the man before he fell face first into a examination table. Maril hurried to help her maneuver the delirious man onto a bed. “What’s wrong with him?” asked Maril.

T’Del ignored the XO’s question until she had finished a few scans. “It’s the plague.” she said simply.

“The Tarrellian plague,” asked Maril a bit stunned by the woman’s unemotionally delivery of the news.

“Yes, Commander,” she said, “The Tarrellian plague.”

“Is he the first of our people to get it?”

“Yes.”

Just then he heard a quiet moan come from Krysa’s direction. He looked at T’Del, “I thought you said it would be awhile.”

“I was wrong.” she said.

Maril almost growled at her, but instead moved quickly to stand by his fellow officer.

*Kavan?* she thought. Why wasn’t he answering? She was rescued wasn’t she? Perhaps it was all a hallucination from the drugs. She fought to open her eyes. She had to see where she was.

She opened her eyes, blinking them rapidly. While the tent wasn’t extremely bright, it was brighter then where she had been up until recently. As her eyes became adjusted to the light she saw Onta standing over her. Also the Vulcan doctor... T’Del. But where was Kavan?

“Kavan?” she asked trying to shake the fog from her head.

“Krysa? Can you hear me?” Maril asked, listening to her slurred call.

She nodded, “Where... Where...” she murmured trying to get her tongue to work though if felt much to large for her mouth. She was trying to shake the effects of the drug with limited success.

“Can you wake her a little more?” Maril asked T’Del.

The woman nodded and picked up her hypospray, “Though she really should sleep rather then subjected to questioning.”

“Just do it,” order Maril. He wanted her to be lucid when he told her.

Krysa listened to the exchange going on over her. She watched as T’Del came at her with a hypospray. Within a few seconds she felt her head clear a bit. She didn’t feel normal, but she did feel better.

“Krysa?” Onta asked again.

“I’m ... alright. That... helped.” she said. “Where... Where is Kavan?”

Onta looked up at T’Del briefly before taking a deep breath and answering her question. “Kavan...” He paused, and sadly said, “Touth dug a stream off the river.”

Krysa looked at him confused. So he continued, “Iganth’s river flows without Touth.”

Krysa’s face froze, as Maril’s metaphors began to sink in. She looked at T’Del, who said nothing. So she looked back at the XO, “Onta?” she said, wanting him to add a more positive Tamerian metaphor.

But Onta shook his head, “I’m sorry, Krysa.”

‘Without Touth’, ‘Without Touth’, his words echoed in her head, and she felt her body go numb with a feeling much worse then the drug she had been given. *Kavan?* she called out in her thoughts. ‘Without Touth’....

Kavan?*.... ‘Without Touth’... ‘Without.... *Kavan!!*....

Her mind swirled and she couldn’t stop it. She was dizzy, as her head filled with echoes and empty, unanswered calls. Eventually, it all when black... a quiet comforting silence.

Maril watched as Krysa’s eyes closed. He looked frantically at T’Del. But the woman answered calmly. “She’s passed out. She needs the sleep. I’m going to sedate her now.”

Onta nodded quietly. He had things he needed to do as well. Taking one last look at Krysa, he brushed back a loose strand of her tangled black hair. “It’ll be alright, Krysa. You are not alone.”

Regards,
Lt. Krysa Jenn

NRPG: Max, hope I didn’t go to out of character for Onta. I don’t think I did, but you never know :)

Well, now she knows, <Sigh>

We also now have 3 prisoners in the perimeter camp and one very sick NPC CSciO :) Have fun :):)

Kristen

USS FEYNMAN: 28-Figuring Things Out

by Max Felsher 6-15-1996

SD 80615.0215(GMT)
MD 4.1630
EI Ring: Perimeter Camp:Command Tent

As Maril sat down in a chair, he touched the communications console on the nearby table. "Maril to Commander Zane," he started.

Soon, the Captain's face appeared on the same console. [What's the matter, Commander?] he asked.

"Just the spy returning to the headquarters."

[What do you have to report?]

"Lieutenant Jenn is still resting after I told her the news that Kavan has died, although she would be the mountain in the storm if she is not affected by that."

[Or perhaps a Vulcan,] Zane smiled.

Maril laughed at the joke, then continued. "Lieutenant Glin'kharr is ill for unknown reasons. He claimed, while he was in a fever state, that the Ring is trying to change his species somehow. After that, he became more delirious, however. T'Del is looking into it."

[Hmm.... Rather strange. Well, continue.]

"Ensign Serra has contracted the Plague, and-"

[Serra has gotten the Plague! Great! My 2O, my CMO, and CSciO, all sick or injured. If you hadn't escaped from the settlement, there might not be a functioning senior officer down there!] Zane took a deep breath. [Anything else, Commander?]

"Well, it doesn't look good for Serra. If we don't find a cure, he may die. Also, now that the virus has found a way around the vaccine, it may start to spread more quickly."

The Captain did not look happy.

"However, I do have some good news. All of the settlement team escaped, and we were also able to bring all of our equipment and the records and information. So, all of the information gathered in the settlement is now available."

[Well, we believe that operatives of the Order have escaped onto a convoy of Panarik freighters. Accordingly, Lieutenant Jerran and a group of officers have set out on a health and safety examination of the freighters. Hopefully, we will find the fugitives.]

Maril looked thoughtful for a second, and then replied. "We should make sure we are not fighting the river and the army at the same time. I think we should have a conference of all available officers at...2000 hours?"

[Very well. Everyone up here except for Jerran can be in the conference. What about down there?]

"I'm not sure. Possibly Jenn, but I don't think either Glin'kharr or Serra will be able to attend."

[Well, we'll do what we can. Zane out.]

The screen on the console faded to black. Maril sighed. Was it possible to defeat this virus which could mutate so quickly?

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

NRPG: Well, I'm just throwing these ideas around. We'll see who can get to the conference. :) I guess it will be a holo-conference so that we don't risk spread of the virus. I've got a few ideas on how to defeat this Plague. Hopefully, I'm not the only one. ;)

USS FEYNMAN: Some Half-Truths

by Andrew Catterick 6-15-1996

SD: 80615.0930
MD: 4.1600
Scene: Bridge
Post #30

"I'm afraid we didn't learn anything we didn't already know sir." The CSO looked completely haggard. It had been a long 24 hours and Zane suspected she had had little sleep during that time with everything that had happened. "It seems the leaders are the ones who escaped the ship, all we have down there are the followers. Fanatics mostly, they really don't know any more than what they have been told. And they are all quite willing to die, I think they look forward to it."

"But why the Ring? And why the Luddites?"

"I've been thinking about that myself. The only reason seems to be that they have relatively easy access to 70 billion people. Imagine if the plague took hold how it spread. First within the Ring and throughout the quadrant. Epsilon is fairly populated and the Kzin are pretty much next door. As for praying on a bunch of farming Luddites I..."

Zane snapped his fingers. "That's it! The Luddites keep to themselves but do trade with other communities around the Ring. They give them food in return for finished good. By passing along the virus to them you virtually guarantee the plague will take hold."

"Being a terrorist is bad enough but to do such a thing." Sr'qwon said with disgust.

"And they all have the plague." It was a statement rather than a question.

"Yes sir. A few of them don't look like they have much longer. The science and medical staff are examining them right now."

"It would be safe to assume that there are bugs floating all over this ship." He smiled grimly. "It would be quite ironic if we managed to discover a cure for this thing by examining those that would spread it. Very well Lieutenant, thank you. We're having a holo-conference at 20:00. Why don't you get some rest until then."

"Yes sir." Sr'qwon turned to go but hesitated. "Captain I heard a rumour floating around. Is it true that Kavan was killed. Is it true?"

"Yes."

The CSO just nodded sadly and left.

____________________________
Timeframe: 30 minutes later

"Are you sure there are no life signs anywhere on the lead ship?"

[Affirmative. We've sweeped it entirely.]

"Good. And the remaining cargo carriers?"

[Our sensors say they are just drones pulled along by the lead ship. I don't think they were made to carry people.]

"Have you and your team cleared the area of the command ship?"

[Yes sir. We're already.]

"Lock torpedoes on the command ship."

"Torpedoes locked sir." The officer at tactical replied.

"Fire!"

"Torpedoes away!" The familiar twang of the torpedo launcher reverberated through the ship as the five torpedoes leaped from the ship. They continued in a straight line for several second before sliding into a star formation and impacted the ship simultaneously. A brief flash of light and the ship was gone along with the disease it carried."

"Open a channel to the Panarik community." Being isolationist it took several minutes for the Panarik to respond to the FEYNMAN's repeated hails. Zane smiled as he considered the mayhem he must have triggered. Residents of the Ring didn't usually receive calls out of the blue."

"Channel open sir. You will be speaking to a Principal Kobar."

The viewscreen flickered and the face of an elderly woman appeared on the screen. "Yes?" She asked clearly nervous.

"Greetings Principal Kobar. I am Commander Zane of the Starship FEYNMAN representing the United Federation of Planets. I realize this communication is somewhat unorthodox but I'm afraid I have some terrible news for you."

"What type of terrible news?" She asked warily.

"We were exploring another section of the Ring when our sensors picked up an explosion near your section of the Ring. Upon investigation we determined that one of your cargo carriers was destroyed. Debris from the explosion ripped into the lead ship and penetrated its nuclear engine core. The resulting radiation melted most of the ship and killed everyone aboard."

Kobar was stunned by the story. "That...that was our entire years production we were to trade it for food. Where are our 6 other container ships?" She asked suspiciously not trusting this outsider and is fake smile.

"They are safely drifting in space. One of our small crafts will gather them and return them to your spaceport."

"But what about our trade. Without the Luddite grain we will starve?"

"If you would allow me to I can request my government deliver you food supplies and anything else you need. Perhaps we could arrange the long-term loan of a tug to aid in your convoys." He let the offer dangle.

Kobar hesitated, torn between the fear of outsiders and the spectre of starvation. "We don't want any outsiders!" She protested weakly knowing they would need the food. "When would these supplies arrive?"

"12 days at the most."

"Any then you would go away and leave us."

"That is our way. We only want to help."

"And the price?" She asked not wanting to know.

"There is no price." He smiled. "As I said we are here to help."

"Very well. I accept these supplies and offer our thanks." What have I done she thought.

"Excellent. Expect your cargo containers within the day and a relief ship within 12 days. FEYNMAN out." As he sat back in his chair he let out a sigh a feeling of guilt running through him for having lied to Kobar. Still, it had to be done. Word of the plague could not get out.

<<<NRPG>>>

Destroying a ship and lying to the government. I feel like I'm on the wrong side of an X-File.<G>

Respectfully,
Andy

-CMDR Zane, Commanding, USS FEYNMAN
-LT.CMDR Nigel Brock, Instructor, Holodeck 18
-LT.CMDR Tarsa Rogers, Executive Officer, USS GAUSS
-CMDR Horatio Sinclair, Fleet Intelligence Officer, BLUE FLEET

STARBASE EPSILON: CINCSILVER

by Ian Stenqvist 6-15-1996

SD 80615.1055 [GMT]

Ensign Bishop soon found himself walking to another shuttlebay on the starbase. This was getting somewhat repetitive; he had just had a shuttle trip to a starbase to meet with an admiral. And now he was going to do it all over again. At least he had some idea of where he was going to be assigned. He was to report to Starbase Epsilon this time around, and that meant Silver Fleet. That was one step closer anyway, so now he just had to take another step. He saw no point in speculating further about this, so he quickly made his way to the shuttlebay.

This time it was a shuttle capable of D-Warp, and that was probably a good thing. Even with a Runabout it would've taken quite a while to reach Cait.

As he entered the shuttlebay, he saw a Bolian pacing the floor in front of what appeared to be a D-Warp shuttlecraft. *Oh great* he thought. The Bolians he had known at the Academy were all obsessed by talking. Bishop hoped that it wasn't some kind racial trait.

The Bolian hurried toward Bishop when he saw him, "I suppose you are Ensign Bishop, whom I have been ordered to take to Starbase Epsilon?" He looked inquiringly at the Ensign.

Bishop sighed quietly, "Yes, I am."

"Good!" the Bolian said in a slightly nervous tone, "Then we can get started right away. If you'll just come this way."

Bishop sat down in the back of the shuttle as usual, while the Bolian scurried around like he didn't know what to do next. Finally he seated himself in front of his computer panels. Shortly thereafter Bishop felt the shuttle make its way out of the shuttlebay.

During the trip, the Bolian pilot made quite a few attempts to engage Ensign Bishop in conversation. But he gave up after a while when he realized that the Ensign had no interest in talking. But the Bolian talked enough for both of them anyway, so Bishop didn't really have to do anything.

And luckily enough, the trip to Starbase Epsilon was faster than Bishop had estimated, and before soon he was walking its corridors trying to find the CINCSILVER's office. And after consulting the starbase's computer system, he was on his way.

This time, he was perfectly calm as he approached the office. But he did sincerely hope that this would be the last time he had to meet one before being assigned to a ship.

As he reached the office, he entered without pausing.

"Ensign Kevin Bishop reporting as ordered, sir."

Respectfully submitted,
Ensign Kevin Bishop
Ian Stenqvist

NRPG: Mike, I'm not sure if you need my SF preference sheet or my bio, so I'll include them here just in case.

USS FEYNMAN: 31-Tows R Us

by Joseph Baker 6-17-1996

SD: 80617.0031 (GMT)
Scene: Runabout NOGURA
MD: 4.1630

LT Koreth watched the Panarik freighter explode in a great ball of flames as the FEYNMAN's torpedos ripped through it like hot lead bullets through a snow drift. LTJG Jerran Terel was slowly backing the NOGURA away from the explosion area, pulling the last of the automated Panarik freighters away.

<FEYNMAN to NOGURA.>, came the Captain's voice over the intercom. <Jerran, send the other ships off to tow the remaining Panarik ships back to their outpost. I've told them that we'll get it there within the end of the day.>

"Of course, sir, although your estimate is probably a bit high. I would think that we could get the ships back in a little over 5.59 hours," the pilot said matter of factly.

<Good. We're going to hold a holo-staff meeting at 20:00, so If possible, I want you to send WO Dunnon and the cadets to accomplish this mission. I've also dispatched ENS Cartwright's shuttle group to help out, and she should arrive in about five minutes.>

"Affirmative, sir," said the engineer. "We have her and her group on the sensors."

<Good. FEYNMAN out.>

Jerran and Koreth both got out of there seats and walked over to the transporter pad in the command cabin of the ship. Jerran smiled slightly at the CEO and said, "You think you're up to flying an assault bee, Lieutenant?"

The Klingon nodded and said, "Of course. It shouldn't be too much harder than flying a standard bee."

"Yes, well, standard bees don't have impulse and warp drives. NOGURA to Alpha 1 and Alpha 2. Stand by for transport." The pilto hit a few controls on the transporter panel, and in a moment the two officers were shimmering out of existance while the two cadets who were in the assault bees materialized in there place.

<NRPG> Well, I set it up so that Jerran and Koreth will be at the meeting :)

STARBASE EPSILON: CINCSILVER (Cont.)

by Mike Dawe 6-17-1996

> This time, he was perfectly calm as he approached the office.
>But he did sincerely hope that this would be the last time he had to
>meet one before being assigned to a ship.
>
> As he reached the office, he entered without pausing.
>
> "Ensign Kevin Bishop reporting as ordered, sir."

"Hrrmf, bio chip?" A large human held out a hand impatiently and slotted the chip in a reader as soon as it was passed across. "CSciO? I have an opening or two for someone in sciences. Let's see." He tapped another PADD a few times. The Feynman could use a good sciences officer." He looked up at Bishop and back down at the bio before him.

"Well, barring the arrival of him, could I take a crack at it?"

The Admiral looked up to see a straight face and an ulmost Vulcan like calm. He growled softly and looked back down while Kevin stood there waiting.

"I believe I will let you 'take a crack at it' but if I here you were not up to the job your next chance will be inventory for the grey fleet. Now the Feynman is on a communications blackout except for log buoys sent encoded directly to me. I do not have a way of contacting them that you are coming and they may be a little jumpy right now. I would recomend you approach the ship with caution and hail them from a good distance. If they tell you to stand off, or even to return to Epsilon, ask no questions and do as the CO orders. I have arranged for a D-Warp ship to be available to take you to the Epsilon Indi system where the Feynman should be dealing with a crisis on a Dyson Ring. I am not at liberty to give you any further information than that." The Admiral hesitated for a moment.

"I know you are fresh out of the Academy and all hot and raring to show us what you've got but listen to me son. I'm tossing you into the deep end. If this mission goes wrong millions of lives may be lost. I don't even know if there is a right way for this mission to go. Your bio says you can keep a cool head. I pray that they weren't lying because you are going to need one. I have a personal message for you to give to the CO. 'Time is measured in days now, information is leaking and action will be soon, close or have closure inflicted.' Have you got that Ensign?"

Ensign Bishop nodded slowly repeating the message once to himself and wondering what it meant.

"Then dismissed. You can catch the D-Warp in docking bay 3."

<<<nrpg>>>
Just spurring on the Feynman with the message.

Feynman, meet Ian aka Ensign Kevin Bishop
barbro.stenquist@mailbox.swipnet.se

Ian, one of this lot ought to be contacting you with a complte mailing list and all that jazz. Welcome to Silver fleet.

oh this might be right, they will confirm it

"Feynman Crew -- Dr. Glin'kharr" <e...@titan.oit.umass.edu>,
"LT Tixx T. Tok" <ljk3@cornell.edu>,
LTCDR Onta Maril <10330...@compuserve.com>,
ADM Nicholas <mdawe@cln.etc.bc.ca>,
CAPT Paul Paxwax <andrewn@iconz.co.nz>,
CMDR Zane <acatteri@freenet.npiec.on.ca>,
ENS Krazny <jencksc@watmail.ucr.edu>,
LT Krysa Jenn <sgant@interaccess.com>,
LT Tarrant Koreth <psy342@grove.ufl.edu>

plus a mailer for the usenet, but you should know about that by now

mike--->Da boss
Vice Admiral Azariah Nicholas CINCWHITE
Captain Christof Fife USS REGENT
GM USS SARATOGA
Lt. Cmdr Eskat Eskat USS HERMES
Lt James Cardiff USS SARATOGA

USS FEYNMAN: 34-Brainstorm!

by Max Felsher 6-19-1996

SD 80619.0230(GMT)
MD 4.2000
EI Ring: Perimeter Camp: Command Tent

As Lt. Commander Maril, Lt. Jenn, and Dr. T'Del sat down around a long table, Maril activated a set of holographic imaging systems, which created images of the officers on the Feynman, while at the same time sending images of the three on the Ring up to the Feynman. All senior officers were present, excluding Serra and Glin'kharr, both ill.

"Well," the Captain began, "Commander Maril suggested that we have this meeting to exchange information and ideas."

For a while, all of the officers were brought up-to-date on all the facts, including the recent death of Kavan and the destruction of the Panarik freighter. T'Del explained Glin'kharr's peculiar problems, and Maril added that Serra was deathly ill, and would not survive much longer.

"So," Zane asked, "does anyone have any ideas?"

"Now, the Tarellian plague mutates very quickly, correct?" Krazny asked.

"Yes," Maril answered.

"Which makes it hard to create one cure for it."

"That is correct," this time T'Del answered.

"In fact, it seems to be practically impossible," Jenn added.

"Captain, it appears to me that we have to find some unconventional answer to this plague," Sr'qwon pointed out. "All of our conventional technology hasn't worked. There has to be some other way."

"Agreed," Zane replied. "The question is: what is it?"

"Perhaps if we could create something which could wipe the virus out before it could mutate," Koreth suggested.

"I don't think that would work," Jenn responded. "The virus is so far spread that it would probably be impossible to kill all of them, even if we did have something which could act so quickly."

"Maybe to eliminate a living thing, we need a living thing," Jerran said, contemplating.

"You mean, introduce some lifefrom into the atmosphere which would kill the virus?" Koreth asked.

"Yes."

"That might work," Maril said thoughtfully. "However, what happens if the new lifeform overcomes the virus, only to start killing people itself? And it's possible that the lifefrom won't be able to mutate as fast as the virus in the first place?"

Everyone nodded.

Noticing Maril's thoughtful look, Zane asked, "Do you have any ideas, Commander?"

"Well, I was just thinking about Gerabi and Ichem."

Everyone at the conference sat back a bit. They knew Maril was about to tell another story.

"Gerabi and Ichem were the strongest and bravest knights on two opposing armies whose countires were mortal enemies. Gerabi and Ichem fought each other several times, but still the war contiued. Much land was burnt or damaged in one way or another. It was clear that neither side could keep fighting for long. Then, one day, Gerabi was seen bringing wheat to Ichem. The next day, Icehm carried a loaf of bread over to Gerabi. This continued for many days. After a while, people realized what Gerabi and Ichem were doing. When they saw that their two greatest heroes had done it, they realized that they could do it, as well. After that, there was no more fighting."

"Excuse me, sir, but what does this have to do with our situation?" Jenn said curiously.

"What it has to do with our situation is that if we try to destroy an army many times our size, we can not hope to succeed. But, if we work together, we can create a much better situation then ever before."

"Are you saying that we help the viruses, sir?" Krazny asked incredulously.

"In a way, yes. If we can create an organism which coexists, in symbiosis, with the virus, the virus's needs will be met, and it will cease to attack other life forms This organism will not have to mutate, because the virus won't have to mutate to survive. The problem is finding which organism is capable of becoming symbiotic with the virus."

"Very well. Any other ideas? Zane asked.

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

NRPG:
Well, let's come up with ideas!

USS FEYNMAN: Don't Let Me Think...

by Kristen Gant 6-19-1996

Stardate: 80619.1206
Scene: Holo-conference
MD: 4.2000

"What about what's happening to Dr. Glin'karr?" Jenn asked. She was glad to have her mind on other things right now. She found it gave her little time to think of anything else. "If the Ring is synthesizing compounds to try and stop the virus, that means it is constantly trying to catch up. And if we do find an organism that is symbiotic with the virus and it stops mutating, won't the Ring's compounds catch up and begin attacking again."

T'Del nodded, "Unless we can find a way to make the Ring's compounds actually *be* the symbiotic lifeform."

"So you're saying it wouldn't have to be a true lifeform," asked Zane.

"Not if we could find a way to 'piggyback' the Rings compounds to the virus, thereby not attacking and killing the virus but yet making it innocuous to living creatures."

"Alright let's get on it," said Zane.

Everyone stood as the holo-conference was called to a close. Most of the work left to do would be done by the medical and science teams. Krysa was determined to keep herself as busy as she could despite not having a very strong background in either field.

"Krysa," said the holo-image of Commander Zane, "Could I talk to you for a minute."

Krysa didn't look at him, instead keeping her eyes focused on the rest of the crew hurrying off to begin their tasks. "What about, sir."

"I'm concerned about you. Perhaps you should beam back to the ship and take some time off."

She looked at him, "I thought we couldn't come back until there was a cure."

"It doesn't matter now, unfortunately it's very likely that the Feynman has been affected as well."

"I didn't know that." she said looking back toward where all her crewmates were already at work.

"Krysa?" she heard him. She knew he was concerned, she could sense that from him. She could sense that from everyone. That and sympathy. Sympathy that she wasn't ready to deal with and didn't feel that she deserved.

"Commander, I can't discuss this... I can't..." She set her face and looked at him again, "Don't worry about me, I'm fine." Then she turned and started walking. As soon as she was outside of the holo-field, it disappeared. She looked back briefly at where she had seen the commander standing, then continued on her way to put herself to work.

Regards,
Lt. Krysa Jenn

NRPG: I didn't want to say for sure what we were doing in case anyone else has any ideas. But this one made sense to me.

You can all expect that I'm going milk this tragedy for all it's worth <EG> Don't expect the Counselor to be easily counseled <G> (For those who don't know, Krysa was Counselor when she arrived on the ship originally)

Kristen

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USS FEYNMAN: 36 - Bored FCO Passes the Time

by Joseph Baker 6-19-1996

SD: 80619.2207
MD: 4.2310
Scene: Main shuttlebay

While a ship is in orbit, there is very little for an FCO to do, even if it is a tricky orbit such as the one posed by the complex gravitational structure of the ring the FEYNMAN was currently orbitting. Therefore, unless the FCO is sent on one of the away teams, he's usually going to be quite unoccupied.

After being kicked out of sickbay twice by Nurse Tamy after trying to help in the investigation, and out of a couple of other of the science labs, where his passing knowledge of viral physiology did not help the scientists and med staff very much, Jerran decided he was just better off sticking to his own territory. Midshipman Talo was currently on shift at the helm, and so he didn't want to take the chance away from the cadet, as this was a valuable learning experience for him. So, the only thing he could do was go to the shuttlebay and wait for the NOGURA and the rest of the shuttles which had taken the Panarik freighters back to the colony to return home. Besides, he knew that when Jennifer walked off of the shuttle after being in it all day to see him standing there to greet her personally, that she would probably be most pleased.

Jerran checked the sensor display on the shuttlebay console and noticed that the ships were still a few minutes from docking. He tapped his badge and said, "Jerran to sickbay."

<Yes,> came Nurse Tamy's tired and somewhat annoyed voice.

"I just called to see what kind of progress has been made on the virus so far."

"I am most sorry," the pilot said unemotionally, "I..."

Jerran smiled slightly and said, "I'll take it under advisement, Nurse Tamy. Jerran out."

<ASIMOV to FEYNMAN,> came ENS Cartwright's familiar voice over the intercom. <We are on final landing approach and are ready for you to open the shuttlebay doors.>

"Affirmative, ASIMOV. Welcome back."

<NRPG>
Welcome to our new CSciO :) Remember guys, don't start hazing him till he's been here a few more days ;)

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* jobaker@chuma.cas.usf.edu       *    jbaker@deans2.cas.usf.edu           *
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* Raneov Stefanh e-Annhwi tr'Khnialmnae, CO, HgR Ja'telaih, TOS TREKMUSE   *
* LTJG Jerran Terel, FCO, USS FEYNMAN, alt.starfleet.rpg                   *
* ENS Logan Knight, CEO, USS TSUNAMI, alt.starfleet.rpg                    *
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* Joseph W. Baker                                                          *
* Physics Major, College of Arts and Sciences                              *
* University of South Florida                                              *
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USS FEYNMAN: Meetings and Worry...The Life of a CO!

by Andrew Catterick 6-19-1996

SD: 80619.1830
MD: 4.2020
Scene: Conference Room
Post#37

> "What about what's happening to Dr. Glin'karr?" Jenn asked. She
>was glad to have her mind on other things right now. She found it gave
>her little time to think of anything else. "If the Ring is synthesizing
>compounds to try and stop the virus, that means it is constantly trying
>to catch up. And if we do find an organism that is symbiotic with the
>virus and it stops mutating, won't the Ring's compounds catch up and
>begin attacking again."
>
> T'Del nodded, "Unless we can find a way to make the Ring's
>compounds actually *be* the symbiotic lifeform."
>
> "So you're saying it wouldn't have to be a true lifeform," asked Zane.
>
> "Not if we could find a way to 'piggyback' the Rings compounds to
>the virus, thereby not attacking and killing the virus but yet making it
>innocuous to living creatures."

"It sounds like the most viable option." Zane agreed thoughtfully. "But what about the rest of the Ring? If the virus has spread and continues to mutate by the time our engineered compound catches up to it the 'match' may not be as benign."

[We would have to enter into the entire Ring's biosystem all at once. For it too be truly effective." Maril replied.]

Jerran was inputting data into his PADD with great intensity.

"You have a suggestion Mr. Jerran?"

"There appear to be environmental substations at equal distance throughout the Ring if we could enter the compund into these systems they should be dispersed equally throughout the Ring."

"The FEYNMAN certainly has enough transporters to do it but not the range." Koreth added his mind already on the proble.

"True." The FCO smiled. "But if we deploy the shuttles we can use them as conduits."

Zane nodded. "Good work Lieutentant. Good work all of you."

"Alright let's get on it," said Zane.

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Scene: Corridor

"Lieutenant Krazny." Zane walked briskly down the deckway trying to catch up to the departing officers. "A word."

"Yes sir?" Krazny replied as he turned around and walked back towards the captain.

"I'm more than a little worried about Lt. Jenn. She's been married, on a honeymoon and found her husband dead all in the space of three weeks. She's a strong person...but..."

"But that is too much of an emotional roller coaster to bear." Krazny replied nodding.

"Especially considering the stress were under."

"Don't worry sir I'll do all I can to help."

"I know Lieutenant and I'm thankful we have you, especially now. Its just I've known her for a long time and she's my second officer and my friend and...."

"...and you don't know how to help her." Krazny finished.

"Yes."

"That's only natural sir. There is only so much any of us a can do. Time. Time will be the real factor."

"I also have to consider the ship." Zane looked at the Counsellor feeling he was betraying his friend. "If she isn't up to her potential...I have to know."

"Understood sir. But its my guess that work will be the least of Krysa's troubles."

<<<NRPG>>>

An official welcome back to Jason!!

Ian: Guess you'll be arriving after the meeting;)

Respectfully,
Andy

-CMDR Zane, Commanding, USS FEYNMAN
-LT.CMDR Nigel Brock, Instructor, Holodeck 18
-LT.CMDR Tarsa Rogers, Executive Officer, USS GAUSS
-CMDR Horatio Sinclair, Fleet Intelligence Officer, BLUE FLEET

USS FEYNMAN: 38 - Prepping the Shuttles

by Joseph Baker 6-20-1996

SD: 80620.1843
MD: 4.2315
Scene: Main shuttlebay

The shuttlecraft ASIMOV was the last of the group of ships to land, settling to the deck with a dull thud and shutting off its thrusters with a low whining sound. Jerran was already decending the stairs from the upper control room as the aft hatch opened up on the shuttle and ENS Cartwright walked out.

"Well, brought in personally by the FCO, I'm honored," she said to him as she walked up and gave him a hug after making sure no one else was looking.

He allowed her the emotional luxiory for only a moment before he pushed back gently and said, "Actually, I'm here to make sure we outfit these shuttles for flight in a hurry. The science teams are already working on a way to stop the spread of the plague, and the shuttles are going to be used to help deliver the cure. We'll need to add some things to the shuttles with transporters, such as some pattern inhancers, a small pattern buffer, and a matter stream intensifyer in order to boost the FEYNMAN's transporter range to encompass the entire ring."

Jenn nodded as she motioned for the other pilots to assemble nearby. "DO you actually think this is going to work?"

"Yeah, I do. The idea is extremely logical, to inject a compound into the ecosphere which causes the virus to bind with it in a non threatening manner that also stops it from mutating. Once that's done, it'll be much easier for the med staff to isolate and destroy the virus before it can do any more harm."

"OK, so where do we start, Lieutenant?"

"Get Kaz and that new pilot, Austin up here from the auxiliary shuttlebay, and then we'll start puting the shuttles together. We'll probably deploy the NOGURA on the far side of the ring, seeing as though it has a better transporter range than the shuttles. I also want to put the enhanced sensor pod on the runabout so that it'll have better transporter targeting sensors."

She nodded and quickly walked over to brief the rest of the pilots as Jerran walked over to one of the elevators to the lower hangar deck in order to get the necessary parts for the shuttles. He was glad that his physiology included Vulcan blood, as he needed less sleep, and he knew he wasn' going to get a whole lot of it tonight.

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* jobaker@chuma.cas.usf.edu       *    jbaker@deans2.cas.usf.edu           *
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* Raneov Stefanh e-Annhwi tr'Khnialmnae, CO, HgR Ja'telaih, TOS TREKMUSE   *
* LTJG Jerran Terel, FCO, USS FEYNMAN, alt.starfleet.rpg                   *
* ENS Logan Knight, CEO, USS TSUNAMI, alt.starfleet.rpg                    *
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* Joseph W. Baker                                                          *
* Physics Major, College of Arts and Sciences                              *
* University of South Florida                                              *
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USS FEYNMAN: A Loose String

by Andrew Catterick 6-20-1996

SD: 80620
MD: 4.2200
Scene: Bridge
Post#39

Zane sat in the command chair and watched the bridge officers busily at work. For the first time in days the normal 'feel' seemed to have once again permeated the ship. The holo-briefing had been a great success and the news that a cure was possible, nearly probable had swept through the ship. Zane smiled to himself at the thought. Of course it wasn't exactly a universal cure to the dreaded plague. It would, in fact, only be a viable solution for the residents on Ring. But it was a good start. A damn good one. The medical personnel had assured him that it would be a substantial foundation to new research that would undoubtedly grow from here. Perhaps in a few years the Tarellian Plague will be a thing of the past.

"Captain we are being hailed by the Panarik." the CSO announced, breaking the Captain from his thoughts.

"On screen."

As the screen flashed from the now familiar view of the Ring a smiling woman replaced it.

"Principal Kobar! Nice to see you again." Zane said, standing.

"Captain Zane I wanted to thank you personally for returning our cargo containers we are in your debt."

Zane raised a hand. "Please, I told you, you owe us nothing. I am happy that we could at least do this for you after our inability to save your ship. Was any of the equipment damaged?"

"Not at all Captain everything is as it was....."

"But?" Zane prodded hearing a question hanging.

"The food shipment you spoke of? It is still coming?" She asked expecting to be disappointed.

Zane smiled warmly. "They're loading a cargo ship right now. It will be there as promised. At no cost." The last added to stall the next question.

"There is a matter we wish to discuss with you." The wary look returned.

"Of course. Anything I can do to help I will."

"As you know we can not grow enough food to feed our people. For 100 years we have traded with our neighbours. Our machinery for their food. Even though we can not trade this year because of the,...uh accident, we shall not starve due to your kindness....this year. With our tractor ship destroyed we have no way of conducting our yearly trade in the years to come."

"You don't have another ship?" Zane asked surprised.

"No. This was our only ship. Our engineers estimate it will take at least 6 years to construct another. Six years of starvation."

"But as I said, we can loan you one of our tugs. There is no need to worry about starvation. And if it came to that we would gladly provide more supplies."

"Again I thank you for your kind offer. But after discussion with my advisors we have decided that we would like to buy the ship rather than accept it as a loan."

"It really isn't necessary...."

"For us it is Captain. We are a proud people, fearful..." She paused. "...fearful of outsiders. It is something we must do."

"Very well. I understand. But I have an alternate proposal for you. How would you like to build your own ship?"

"You don't want to sell us one of your own?" She asked, the wariness returning.

"If thats what you want I'm sure it could be arranged." Starfleet had many old ships that had long since been retired from duty but would serve admiralably for the Panarik's purposes. "But it strikes me that a people such as yourself would rather construct it yourself."

"Of course we would but as I told you we do not have the time."

"What I offer is this. When the food supplies come we will also bring engineers and tools. They will show you how to build your ship in six months as well as instruct you in the proper care and maintenance. That way if you ever find yourself in such a situation again you will be able to rectify it....yourselves."

Kobar thought about the idea for several seconds. "Your proposal sounds quite interesting Captain but I first must consult my advisors." She smiled. "But I think the answer will be yes."

"Excellent. I look forward to your reply. FEYNMAN out."

Respectfully,
Andy

-CMDR Zane, Commanding, USS FEYNMAN
-LT.CMDR Nigel Brock, Instructor, Holodeck 18
-LT.CMDR Tarsa Rogers, Executive Officer, USS GAUSS
-CMDR Horatio Sinclair, Fleet Intelligence Officer, BLUE FLEET

USS FEYNMAN: 40-New Problem

by Max Felsher 6-21-1996

SD 80621.1200(GMT)
MD 4.2100
EI Ring: Perimeter Camp: Command Tent

Maril sat in the tent, very much in thought. Although the holo-conference was over, he was still thinking some things over. They had a good lead, but now they would have to follow up on it. The battle wasn't over yet, as they still had to adapt the compounds so that they would form a symbiotic relationship with the viruses of the Tarellian plague. However, now there was a path to follow. There was a light at the end of the tunnel, so to speak.

"Commander?" a voice called from behind, outside the tent. Turning his head, Maril saw the speaker--Lt. Jenn.

"Yes, Krysa?"

"Well, Commander-"

"Please, Krysa, you can call me Onta. Although we are technically on-duty at all times down here, practically, this is off-duty time."

"Thank you,...Onta. Well, first, I wanted to report that Ensign Serra has died. It was about ten minutes ago."

"Well, I believe that loss affects us all. But you didn't just come here to report Ensign Serra' death."

Jenn smiled. "Please, Onta, I'm the one who used to be Counselor." Then she sighed. "But, you're right. I was just tired and needed someone to talk to. Now that Kavan's dead,...I don't know, it's all so lonely."

"I understand, Krysa. You have been to the peaks of the Ijer Mountains, and now you are at the depths of the Modab Ocean. You have been very resilient in handling the sudden changes, but the pain will not go away in one day, or one week, or even two weeks. Surely, you know that yourself, having once been a Counselor."

"Yes," Jenn answered quietly. "Still...I don't know what I'm going to do."

"Krysa," Maril said softly, "I suggest you get some sleep."

"I suppose. Thank you, Onta." With that, Jenn walked out of the tent.

Maril was about to do the same when there was a beep from the communications equipment. He turned towards it and turned on the screen.

A sweating, pale Jabin Stor/Stio Abigacho appeared, breathing hard.

"Stor? Is that you?"

[Yes, Onta, it's me. I don't have much time. I found the operative who was spreading the Plague. Unfortunately, he was dead of it, and now I'm dying too.] Stor tried to take a deep breath, but started wheezing instead. [Everybody else in the settlement is dying too. Pretty soon, this will become a ghost town.]

"Is there anything we can do?"

[No. Just keep out. There is one thing, though.]

"What?"

[I just got word of this from the few people alive. Another settlement on the Ring--they're sending a team over here to investigate the lack of contact.] Stor wheezed again. [You've got to stop them. The Plague can not spread!]

"Understood, Stor. We'll do everything in our power to stop that team. Just so you know, we think we've found a way to defeat the Plague."

[Really? I hope it works. 'Cause if it doesn't, this Ring--and this whole quadrant--is doomed.]

"I know. That's why we have to act fast. I will tell you one thing, Stor, before you die. We will defeat this Plague, if we have to destroy the whole Ring to do it!"

[Good. I think I'll rest now. It'll probably be my last night in this universe. It was nice knowing you, Onta. Stor out.]

The image of Stor faded into black. However, Maril's work wasn't done. He contacted the Captain, relayed the new information, and, after hearing that it would take at least twelve hours for the team to get to the settlement, went to sleep.

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

NRPG: Ian: Welcome! I hope you know there's a curse on the CSciO position on the Feynman, ever since Maril left the position. I won't get into details, but you better watch out. :) I wonder who put the curse. That would be an interesting mission. ;)

Jason: Welcome back!

USS FEYNMAN: A Minor Emotional Blow-Up

by Kristen Gant 6-21-1996

Stardate: 80621.2255
Scene: Perimeter Camp One
MD: 4.2050
Post #41

Krysa had been in the medical tent helping out with her minimal medical knowledge. She had been there and watched Ens. Serra begin convulsing only to die horribly. She hadn't known that she didn't handle death well, not until it had been forced upon her on this mission. Unable to stand to watch the suffering of the CSciO she backed out of the tent.

His delirious cries echoed out of the tent for what seemed to Krysa to last forever until finally coming to a sudden stop. The silence was almost deafening. Krysa braced herself and stepped into the tent only to be met by Dr. T'Del's cold, "He's dead."

"I'll inform Cmdr. Maril," she said moving quickly from the tent.

MD: 4.2130

Krysa left the command tent after having told the XO about Ens. Serra. The commander had suggested she lay down and get some sleep. She just wasn't sure how to go about it. When she was alone with only her own thoughts to keep her company, she found a lot of unpleasantness that she didn't want to face.

She had gotten used to hearing Kavan send her little loving thoughts throughout the day when they were apart. She had gotten used to automatically 'listening' for him as she went about her duties and activities. Now it was so... quiet.

Rather then heading for bed right away, she headed to where the perimeter scanners were set up. Perhaps if she took a shift watching the scanners...

Davidson was on duty, but Krysa noticed right away that he wasn't looking very good. The same glassy stare was coming over him that she had seen on several of the patients in the med tent.

"Mr. Davidson, I think you should go to the medical building. You don't look very good," she said.

"I'm on duty, sir. I will not desert my post," the man sputtered.

"I'll take over for you," she said, "That's an order."

He nodded and got up from the console and began to walk. He staggered two steps before collapsing. Krysa signaled for someone else to take the scanner and then hoisted Davidson up to help him to the medical tent.

"Do you need help?" asked the small woman who took the scanner. Krysa frowned.

"No, you stay here. I don't think you could get him there any faster then I could. And we need that manned at all times."

"I'm sorry, Lt. I'm so... sorry," Davidson began to mumble.

"There's nothing for you to be sorry for," she could tell that he was already becoming delirious from the fever that she felt radiating off his body as she helped him.

"It's my fault. I should have helped him...."

"Who?" she asked, not paying much attention to him as she struggled to walk. It wasn't an easy task. As they approached the medical tent, a security guard spotted them and ran to help her get him into the medical tent.

"If I'd have helped him... he wouldn't be dead... I'm sorry." Now the man was sobbing loudly. The got him to a cot as Dr. T'Del hurried over with her tricorder.

"Lt., you need to got to bed," said the Vulcan without even a second look at the Ops officer.

"I can't," Krysa said faintly.

"Have the nurse give you a sedative to take, you need your sleep," when Krysa hesitated, T'Del turned to look at her. "That's a medical order, Lt."

Krysa nodded and turned to find the nurse. Davidson on the cot, began screaming, "No! No! Lt. Jenn... Please... please, forgive me..." He fell silent as the hiss of T'Del's hypospray was heard. Krysa turned to look at him again, trying to figure out what he was talking about.

She shrugged lightly as the man was sedated now. She heard a voice behind her, "It's not entirely his fault, you know."

She looked and saw Couprie laying on his side on a cot not far away. "What is he talking about?" she asked.

"He thinks it's his fault your husband is dead," Couprie looked pale, but seemed to be handling the virus much better then Davidson.

Krysa narrowed her eyes, and began shaking her head, she didn't want to hear any of this right now.

"I'm sure a lot of it is the virus talking..." Couprie shrugged, "but we all knew that Kavan wasn't Starfleet. He wasn't trained for an attack like that. We should have helped him, instead of leaving him to get hit."

Krysa continued shaking her head. "I'm..." she began to back away, "I'm not ready to hear this... please," she turned and quickly headed over to the nurse, before he could say anything else.

"Excuse me," she said, trying to keep the shake out of her voice, "Dr. T'Del said to get something to help me sleep."

The nurse nodded, "Just a moment, Lt."

"No! Not in a moment, now!" Krysa screamed, just wanting to get away from the medical tent. The stress of her experience with the kidnappers and their drugs, along with Kavan's death and the pressure to find a cure were finally beginning to take a toll on the young woman. The nurse looked up startled and Krysa noticed several other staff looking at her. She was immediately sorry for her outburst. She turned apologetic eyes back to the nurse, "Please," she said softly regaining her composure.

The nurse moved quickly to a cabinet and pulled out a couple small tablets. She handed them to Lt. Jenn, "These will help."

"Thank you... I'm... I'm sorry," she quickly fled the tent, needed to get out of there. She continued walking until she found a water dispenser. Then she quickly took the pills and headed to her tent to get some sleep.

Regards,
Lt. Krysa Jenn

NRPG: Just a little blow up... she'll be fine... probably <EG> Now depending on how strong these pills are she could be out for a while :)

Kristen

USS FEYNMAN: CEO to the Bridge

by Jason Bostjancic 6-23-1996

MD: 5.0040
Scene: Bridge
>The FCO's train of thought was interrupted by CPO t'Jon at the helm as she
>announced, "Captain, I'm picking up a pair of ships coming into the system."
>
>Both Zane and Jerran got up and moved behind the helm's chair as the CO
>said, "Configuration?"
>
>"Warp signature identifies them as Khelvan class mark IV battlecruisers,"
>said the Andorian as cooly as her blue skin suggested.

Meanwhile......

Scene: Tarrant's quarters

A particularly annoying and loud buzz sounded throughout the CEO's quarters. Quickly, Tarrant jumped out of bed. Since the begining of this mission he had been a little on edge. An enemy, grandfather said, is never invincible. But this plague was a different type of enemy. It wasn't so much the disease itself that scared him, but the fact that any one of a hundred races would love to have the Terrelian plague as a biological weapon.

"Computer, status."

Some time ago he had written a subroutine to awaken him if any of a particular list of ships or unknowns were picked up on sensors. It rarely was put to use.

A stern look overcame the officer. The Cardassians were one of the few races who outright admitted to using biological weapons. But if it were just samples they were after then two warships was a bit of overkill. It wasn't a good sign.

In but a minute he was dressed on on the way to the bridge...

<NRPG>

Getting back into the swing. Captin, I'm on the bridge!

Respectfully,
Jason

Lieutenant Cmdr. Tirrin Vorak - OPS/2O - USS SERAPIS
Lieutenant Tarrant L. Koreth - CEO - USS FEYNMAN

"Quoth the Raven 'Nevermore'"

USS FEYNMAN: You Think Your Night's Going Bad...

by Joseph Baker 6-23-1996

SD: 80623.0715 (GMT)
MD: 5.0010

As the last of the modifications were made on the NOGURA and a couple other shuttles, LTJG Jerran Terel nodded his approval to his flight crew. They had done an excellent job getting all of the transporter equipped shuttles and the runabout outfitted for their mission in only 50 minutes, when most manuals would suggest that sort of prep would take at least three hours with a flight crew comperable to that on a Galaxy class cruiser or something, and not the modest flight crew of a FEYNMAN class destroyer.

Jerran almost smiled as he watched the group tirelessy assemble in front of him to await his orders. "Good work tonight, everyone. You really know how to make a CO look good."

Some light chuckles went through the group as the FCO continued. "I have no idea when the med staff will be ready with the compound to inject into the ring's ecosystem, so for now, I want you all to just go back to your quarters and get some rest. You certainly deserve it. Remember, though. We could be heading out at any minute. Dismissed."

The pilots all filed out of the shuttlebay, Jerran staying behind for a short moment to look back at the shuttles before following his crew out.

As a half Vulcan, he did not feel fatigued as often as a human did, and as a pilot, he especially did not feel fatigued when there was an important mission at hand. So, he decided to go up to the bridge and check out the situation there.

As he stepped out of the turbolift, he was only mildly surprised to see the Captain still at his chair, checking on reports as they appeared on the small viewscreen in his armrest. He looked up and gave a small smile to his FCO, who nodded to the Andorian pilot at the helm as he passed by on his way to sit down at the conspicuously vacant FO seat to the right of the captain.

"How are things going with the shuttles, Lieutenant?" the captain said in an almost paternal way.

"Very well, sir. We finished the necessary modifications in considerably less amount of time than we had estimated. I think it had something to do with Mr. Austin and his constant stories about a place called Texas. I found them most fascinating, as they reminded me a lot of Vulcan, except Vulcan does not have a creature he called a longhorn. Some sort of grazing cattle, I suppose. Anyway, I sent the group to bed."

"And so why didn't you follow them, Lieutenant?" the CO said as the pilot watched the hypnotic rolling of the ring on the viewscreen.

"I am a Vulcan, sir," said the pilot, almost as if it were one of the planest truths in the universe. "And therefor, I do not need as much sleep."

Zane smiled as he knew the real reason for the pilot's insomnia, "I could never sleep before a mission either."

Jerran chuckled slightly and smiled to his CO. He had only been on the FEYNMAN for less than seven months now, but in that short amount of time, he had grown to like and respect his CO very much, as with the rest of the senior officers he worked with. Of course, his Vulcan pride would never allow his Bajoran half to admit such things to anyone, but they probably knew anyway, especially Krysa.

For the past seven months, he had only let his mental guard down around her once, but that was enough for her to be able to get a good enough feel of him to be able to know what he was feeling just by body language. That link they had shared on the runabout so many months ago had long since died out. But, he could still feel her pain somewhere in the back of his mind in that place where most full blooded Vulcans abandoned a couple millenia ago in order to follow the teachings of Surak. Her pain for the loss of Kavan brought back memories of his own pain at the loss of his fiance, Kalani, right after he graduated from the academy, and the subsequent discovery of her child from Jerran's own brother. Krysa's help in dealing with Kalani's death was something that Jerran would never be able to repay her for, but he did know that once she got back to the ship, he would do his best to try and repay the debt.

The FCO's train of thought was interrupted by CPO t'Jon at the helm as she announced, "Captain, I'm picking up a pair of ships coming into the system."

Both Zane and Jerran got up and moved behind the helm's chair as the CO said, "Configuration?"

"Warp signature identifies them as Khelvan class mark IV battlecruisers," said the Andorian as cooly as her blue skin suggested.

Jerran raised an upswept eyebrow and said, "That's some heavy firepower to be just a standard patrol. They usually don't travel in pairs except in battlegroups."

Zane nodded and said, "Unlike Galor class warships, they don't need to travel in pairs."

"I suppose the next question is are they here about the plague, and if so how did they find out?"

"I'm sure I've got a pretty good idea," said the captain, thinking of Maril's friend in the Luddite settlement. "For now, though, I guess we should act friendly, as we aren't going to be able to take on one of those ships, let alone two. Open a hailing frequency."

"Aye, sir," said the AOPS. "Hailing frequency open."

"This is Commander Zane, captain of the USS FEYNMAN," the CO said calmly. "Might we inquire as to your intentions in this star system?"

The facial expression of the Cardassian who appeared on the viewscreen reminded Jerran of a lematya that was about to pounce on a defenseless selyat cub. "I am Gul Katane of the Fifth Order. We both know what we are here for, so I suggest that you keep out of our way, or you might find yourself accidently sitting in the path of a stray quantum torpedo..."

<NRPG>
Insert omnious music and cut to comercial :)

Max: I only made the suggestion that it might be Stio who told the Cardassians about the plague. However, there could always be another Cardassian spy in the settlement. I left that pretty much open, seeing as though he is your NPC ;)

Andy: Ball's in your court, big guy :)

Ian: This is a typical day for our valiant crew. You'll get used to it. One thing that I am obligated to mention, though, is to never let your character get on a shuttle being piloted by Krysa. She used to be a good Councelor, and she's getting the hang of this 2O stuff, but she drives like an old lady who can't see over the steering wheel ;)

Kristen: <Innocent smile> We love you :)

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* Joseph W. Baker                                                          *
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USS FEYNMAN: The Lesser of Two Evils

by Andrew Catterick 6-23-1996

SD: 80623.1800
MD: 5.0100
Scene: Bridge
Post#44

> "This is Commander Zane, captain of the USS FEYNMAN," the CO said calmly.
> "Might we inquire as to your intentions in this star system?"
>
> The facial expression of the Cardassian who appeared on the
>viewscreen reminded Jerran of a lematya that was about to pounce on a
>defenseless selyat cub. "I am Gul Katane of the Fifth Order. We both
>know what we are here for, so I suggest that you keep out of our way, or
>you might find yourself accidentally sitting in the path of a stray
>quantum torpedo..."

Zane stood and moved closer to the viewscreen. "You'll find that I do not respond well to threats Gul Katane."

[Perhaps, but I really fail to see what harm your *ship* could possibly do to the two warships I command. I suggest you consider my *advice* very carefully. I will not issue it again.]

"And I suggest you consider the fact that we are much closer to home than you are as well as the fact that as soon as our sensors showed you approaching we alerted the two starships patrolling this sector." He bluffed. "And rest assured that in any hostilities that may occur you will find us formidable opponents."

Katane stared across the viewscreen at Zane for a few moments before his face broke out into a sly grin. [And now that we have indulged our egos in the requisite posturing and saber rattling I suggest we get down to business.]

Zane was a little taken aback, although even with the little experience he had dealing with Cardassians he knew they were unpredictable as the smiling Katane and just proven. "Which is?"

[Why the cure to the Tarellian Plague of course.]

"The plague?" Zane asked innocently more to buy time to further appraise Katane then to fool him.

The Cardassian laughed. [Come now Commander! That not only insults my intelligence but yours as well. Of course our operative in the Luddite community has informed us of the plague and even if he hadn't Federation security really isn't what it used to be.] Another smug Cardassian smile. [There is little time left so I suggest we get to the heart of the matter. You are on the verge of a cure and we have been dispatched to aid you in finding it.]

"That seems very...generous for the Cardassian government but why would we want your help. If we are close to a cure why would we want or even need your help?"

Katane sighed. [I had hoped you would be more reasonable Commander. Let me be clear. For us to allow the Federation to be the sole keeper of the cure to the most vile disease in history would be criminal. Therefore to protect the balance of power that already exists between our two governments we *will* give our help. If you do not accept it is tantamount to a declaration of war. Come now Commander where is this spirit of goodwill and cooperation your diplomats are always preaching. I am offering assistance nothing more. But I will accept nothing less.]

Zane considered the Gul's words. He was confident that they would develop the cure soon but with Cardassian help the process could be conceivably sped up saving countless lives. And perhaps of greater concern, Katane was entirely correct. For one government to control the cure was inherently dangerous. Of course the Federation would not keep it a secret and would undoubtedly share it with the other powers, he thought. So why not now? He made his decision. Turning to face the security station he was unsurprised to see that Sr'qwon and Koreth had come to the bridge as soon as they had been notified of the warships. "Mr. Sr'qwon access the medical databases and send all the information we have on the plague to the lead vessel."

"But Captain..." A raised eyebrow from Zane was enough to let her no there would be no discussion. "Aye sir, transmitting now."

[Thank-you Commander. Please prepare to receive our medical files. Do we have permission to transport down to your medical sites to further aid in the investigation?]

"Granted. Give me 10 minutes to brief them of your arrival. My executive officer, Commander Onta Maril, will be in command of the compound, including your officers."

Katane looked like he would argue the point but then decided to concede the matter. [Agreed.]

<<<NRPG>>>

Max: Incoming! Play nice.

All: Bad news. Unfortunately, I received an NRPG from Andrew N this morning. RL pressures are high and he will not be able to retain his position aboard the FEYNMAN. As of now the CSO is a NPC position and please remove Andrew from your mailing lists.....

Andrew: Good luck with school and I hope that when the time constraints lessen you are able to return.

Respectfully,
Andy

-CMDR Zane, Commanding, USS FEYNMAN
-LT.CMDR Nigel Brock, Instructor, Holodeck 18
-LT.CMDR Tarsa Rogers, Executive Officer, USS GAUSS
-CMDR Horatio Sinclair, Fleet Intelligence Officer, BLUE FLEET

USS FEYNMAN: Morning Comes to the Ring

by Kristen Gant 6-24-1996

Stardate: 80624.1545
Scene: Krysa's tent
MD: 5.0600

Krysa awoke to voices outside of her tent. She groggily sat up, trying to clear her head and figure out where she was. It all came back to her as she heard Maril's voice, "You will need to keep them from the settlement. That is your prime objective."

Krysa quickly dressed pushing all other thoughts from her head to deal with the situation at hand. She exited the tent and walked up to where Maril stood. He looked at her, "How are you feeling this morning, Lt."

"I'm fine, what's going on?" she asked, pushing his feelings of concern from her mind. It was times like these, she wished she was empathic.

"There is another group approaching the settlement and we need to keep them out. I've just sent a large group of security officers to do that." He looked at her questioningly. "Maybe you should sleep longer. You still look tired."

"It's just the after effects of the sleeping pills I took." She brushed her hair back with her fingers realizing that she hadn't even combed it yet. She was sure it must have looked like a tangled mess. "I'll be fine after I have something to eat."

Maril nodded, "I heard about what happened last night."

Krysa looked away, cringing, wanting to forget her little outburst, "It wasn't a big deal."

"No perhaps not, but we can't have you running around yelling at people. There's enough stress here as it is."

"I won't," she said quickly.

"Good, because we also have ... 'help'." Krysa looked at him confused, and he told her about the Cardassian's joining the fight against the plague. "They arrived late last night and so far things have gone smoothly. I'd like to keep it that way."

"I can deal with Cardassians," she told him. Onta would never have questioned this had Krysa been herself. But she was not herself. The Krysa he knew would not yell at innocent nurses.

"Krysa, you need to deal with what's happened first. I don't think you've done that."

"I know what's happened, Onta. I have dealt with it and I'm fine." Krysa said irritably. There it was the sympathy forced upon her again. But she was taken aback by his next words.

"Don't force me to relieve you of duty," he said quietly, but with conviction.

Krysa stared at him in surprise, "I..."

"Look, I understand how upset you are." He said quickly, feeling a need to explain himself to her, "But I cannot allow you to jeopardize this mission." His eyes were filled with compassion, yet they were set. She knew he wouldn't change his mind, and she panicked at the thought of sitting alone in her tent for the rest of the mission.

"Please, I'm fine, I promise. I was just tired last night. I'm rested now. Once I get back to work everything'll be fine," she promised.

"I'm not going to force you to sit in your tent and rest. But if I see anything like what happened last night, I'll have no other choice." Krysa nodded and headed back into her tent to collect herself before going to get something to eat.

Regards,
Lt. Krysa Jenn

NRPG: Good morning and Good-bye to the end of a very very very long day for Krysa :)

Kristen

USS FEYNMAN: 47-Morning on the Ring(Before Sunrise)

by Max Felsher 6-25-1996

SD 80625.1230(GMT)
MD 5.0400
EI Ring: Perimeter Camp: Sleeping Tent 2

Maril was only half asleep, so it didn't take much rousing to awake him. "Report...," he ordered, yawning.

"There's an incoming message from the Captain for you, sir," a security officer replied.

Yawning again, he said, "Very well. Tell the Captain that I'll be in the Command Tent within 10 minutes."

"Aye, sir."

MD 5.0410
Command Tent

As Maril sat down, still rather sleepy, Commander Zane's face greeted him on the screen.

[Hello, Commander. Tired?]

"Yes, Captain. Less than six hours of sleep, much of it half awake. But, sir, what did you want to talk about?"

[Well, first, it's been six hours since you reported that there was a team from another settlement approaching the area. They'll reach the settlement in four to six hours. We can't let them get there.]

"Understood."

[However, something more serious has come up. Two Cardassian warships approached the Ring. They have offered their assistance, and I have accepted it, though I didn't have much of a choice.]

"Hmm. What does this mean?"

[It means that there will be a team of Cardassians beaming down to the camp. They are under your command, although I doubt they will accept that immediately. I want you to make sure that nothing happens down there that could jeopardize this mission. Is that understood?]

"Understood totally, sir."

[Good. Zane out.]

As the Captain's image faded from the screen, Maril thought about what this meant. Yawning and stretching out, he realized that the Cardassians could be helpful, but the voice of Almania told him that something wasn't what it should be.

Informing Couprie, the senior Security officer on the away team, and telling him to take some minor precautions, Maril decided to check on some things.

MD 5.0430
Medical Tent

Entering the tent, Maril heard several screams--screams of pain and anguish. Obviously, the Plague had started to spread through the away team.

"How many people has the Plague infected?" Maril asked Dr. T'Del, still working hard after the many hours. Even for a Vulcan, that was too much, and it was starting to wear on her.

"At last count, 11 people have been infected and are still living. Three have already died of the Plague--including Ensign Serra."

"What about Dr. Glin'kharr?"

"He is still losing some of the non-humanoid hormones, but the compounds' progress has slowed considerably." T'Del almost tripped over a tricorder.

Seeing this, Maril said, "Doctor, you should probably get some sleep. There are other doctors and nurses are here, and I don't want my senior medical officer to be at less then peak performance. Is that understood?"

"Understood. I will get some sleep as soon as I-"

"Now, Doctor."

"Very well." With that, Dr. T'Del walked out of the Medical Tent.

Maril sighed. The Plague was taking its toll on everyone.

MD 5.0500 (just outside Perimeter Camp)

Maril stood, waiting for the Cardassian away team to show up. Finally, a transporter beam appeared and a group of Cardassians were there.

When all had beamed down, it was a rather small group, comprising of only about twenty Cardassians, as opposed to the eighty to one hundred on the Feynman's away team. The Cardassians probably thought that, if they wanted to, they could overpower the whole Starfleet away team with only twenty of them. And they were probably right, if they planned it correctly, because of the limited amount of security personnel on the Ring.

"Hello, I am Lieutenant Commander Onta Maril, First Officer of the USS Feynman and commanding this away team. And you are?" Maril said, extending his right hand.

The leader shook Maril's hand, although it was obvious he did it with some reluctance. "I am Ej Igad, Fifth Order. I understand that you will be commanding my team as well as yours."

"That is correct."

"Very well," Igad said slowly. "I suppose this is acceptable...for a time," the last part he said under under his breath.

"Well, then, come to the Command Tent, Mr. Igad. I will brief you there."

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

NRPG: Well, this is sort of a post to tell you what Maril did in the early morning. :)

Andrew: Sorry to see you go. You have left the Feynman once again. :(

Andy: How many posts was the last day?(Rhetorical question)

USS FEYNMAN: Captain's Log

by Andrew Catterick 6-25-1996

SD: 80625.1400
MD: 5.1100
Scene: Ready Room
Post#48

"Captain's Log stardate 80625.1100.....

I don't think we have ever had and as eventful day as the one we lived through yesterday but this one is coming close in terms of achievements. I have just had a brief conversation with Commander Maril and am happy to report that he thinks they have found the necessary compound to convert our medical team's theoretical cure into a viable one. They have developed a small amount and have accepted Dr. Glin'kharr as a volunteer to test it on. I'm of course concerned but agree with my Exec and of course the Doctor himself. A few more hours and a cure would not be able to help him. If all goes as it should be should be able to begin distribution as early as 13:00."

"I must give credit where credit is due....grudgingly. It seems the Cardassian teams have been most helpful. Commander Maril is sure we would have found a cure within the next 36 hours but the information the Cardassians provided, as well as their expertise has been the prime factor that has put us over the top. I am grateful but my cynical side keeps rearing its head and reminding me that its no surprise that they would be expert's when virus' of this nature are considered. But I try to ignore this side of me and do feel somewhat guilty...but not too much."

"But I am finding it somewhat strange how convenient their arrival was. With events moving so quickly yesterday we never did answer the question of how the plague developed here in the first place. It was thought to be eradicated 40 years ago and even if it did survive it is unlikely it would have found its way to the Ring. As large and diverse as it is it is still a relatively closed environment. Once the terrorists came on the scene it was virtually accepted that they were the ones responsible for its outbreak. But through it all the Cardassian operative, who by his own admission was here long before we arrived, remained quietly on the sidelines but being very helpful.

I've given quite a deal of thought to Katane's insistence that the Cardassians help find the cure for fear of the Federation claiming it for their own. Being the sole holder to the cure to this virus would provide a very powerful weapon. An entire race could be wiped out with relatively no destruction and then the one with the cure could move in and take over.

Was this the Cardassian plan? Did they think that they had found a cure and were testing it on the Ring? Or am I allowing my mistrust of Cardassians to make me overly suspicious when I should be thanking the gods they arrived when they did? These are questions that I can't answer but if there is any truth to this, how close did we come?"

<<<NRPG>>>

Just a reminder....Zane is from an unknown race and can't sleep. The trade-off is he must consume a large amount of food to keep with the energy needs of his body

Respectfully,
Andy

-CMDR Zane, Commanding, USS FEYNMAN
-LT.CMDR Nigel Brock, Instructor, Holodeck 18
-LT.CMDR Tarsa Rogers, Executive Officer, USS GAUSS
-CMDR Horatio Sinclair, Fleet Intelligence Officer, BLUE FLEET

USS FEYNMAN: An Evil Twist

by Jason Bostjancic 6-25-1996

md: 5.1130

After being awakened by much earlier, Tarrant had spent the remaining time on the Feynman bridge running basic engineering checks. But his mind wasn't there... it was making leaps and bounds trying to connect all the pieces. Then he abandoned the hum drum and dove into it all.

Finally a picture started to come into focus, and it greatly disturbed the CEO. Granted, it had little rooting in fact, but it was plausible.

"Koreth to Captain Zane"

"I have something I'd like to discuss with you Captain..." he thaught about it for a moment then added, "in private."

Inqusitively Zane replied <OK. Meet me in my ready room in fifteen minutes. Zane out.>

...................15 minutes later
Scene: Capt's Ready Room

"Well Mr. Koreth, what seems to be the problem." asked Zane settling into his chair.

"Sir, off the record, I've done some checking and I think I may have come across something rather disturbing."

"Continue, Lieutenant."

"I called in some favors from others who were at the academy with me in security. " he paused, "Six months ago all of the Federations medical samples of this Plague were stolen...."

Zane quickly interrupted, "How accurate is this information Lieutenant?"

"My information is sketchy, granted. But I did some further checking in more common areas. Right after the supposed theft, all of the doctors and scientists working at the three facilities were taken into custody. That *is* documented. They were later released."

A grave expression overtook the Captain as he rose from his chair. It was coming into place.

Tarrant continued. "I believe that this may have been planned by the Cardassians all along sir. This is hypothetical, but say that the Cardassians were unable, on their own, to come up with a cure. So they stage this.

Now here we are on the Feynman, with one of the top medical scientists coming up with a cure. It must be hush hush, so Starfleet keeps it under wraps.

Now though we are seriously outgunned. If we do come up with a cure, then the Cardassians have it. They attack and we are eliminated."

Zane turnes from his view of space, "But, if that is all true, then why send only us? It dosen't fit."

Now Tarrant fit another piece, "In a way they haven't. I've been doing some sweeps with the DELPHI. Four more ships have been diverted to this area of space, and by my checks, could overtake the Cardassian warships before they could reach any major location. One of which is a Solar Class.

I think we may just be a pawn in this sir."

NRPG

Your Court Andy. My guess is that even CINCSILVER wouldn't know about it. <G>

Respectfully,
Jason

Lieutenant Cmdr. Tirrin Vorak - OPS/2O - USS SERAPIS
Lieutenant Tarrant L. Koreth - CEO - USS FEYNMAN

"Quoth the Raven 'Nevermore'"

USS FEYNMAN: The Bait

by Kristen Gant 6-26-1996

Stardate: 80625.2309
Scene: Perimeter Camp
MD: 5.1100

Krysa had thrown herself into help the medical teams while still avoiding as many Cardassians as possible. She was feeling pretty good, and things were running smoothly. She knew deep down that Commander Maril was correct and she was very edgy and could endanger herself and others if she didn't pull herself together.

Those who knew her could see the underlying stress, in her face. A face that seemed unable to attempt more then a slight smile at their successes. Those who didn't know her, would not have been able to tell much more then that she was very single-minded, not allowing herself to think of anything other then what she was doing.

She headed back to the Ops station where Reetza stood, "Anything unusual?"

"No, sir. The security team reports that thier mission to turn back the other settlement was successful, though a few still mill around waiting for word that a cure has been found. They are understandably upset over the possibility of infection to their homes as well."

Krysa nodded, "What about the Cardassians?" Krysa had been having them monitored as closely as she could without it being obvious.

"So far they are doing exactly what they were sent her to do. Nothing out of the ordinary."

"Keep an eye on them," Krysa said turning and headed to the medical tent to check on Dr. Glinn'karr, though she knew there were others doing that and they didn't really need her.

She watched with baited breath as Glinn'karr was injected with the possible cure. The Doctor lay there for a while longer allowing himself to gauge the effectiveness of the injection.

Dr. T'Del and a Cardassian stood over him with medical tricorders, "It seems to be having an effect." said T'Del calmly.

The Cardassian on the other hand gave out a loud cry of exultation. "What do you mean, Doctor. It's working! Don't be so unsure of yourself."

"I am not being unsure, Doctor, simply stating the facts." The Vulcan said with a raised eyebrow.

He snorted, "Vulcans! You have no sense of accomplishment."

Commander Maril, who had also been standing in the room moved forward, "What do you think Dr. T'Del, should we begin having the FEYNMAN begin replicating this stuff?"

She paused still looking at her tricorder. But the Cardassian, began patting Maril on the shoulder, "No, Commander, that won't be necessary." He grabbed the hypospray from Dr. T'Del and pointed his weapon at the Commander. Krysa looked around and saw that know the tent was filled with armed Cardassians.

Maril turned to on of the Cardassians, "Igad, what is the meaning of this?"

The Cardassian smiled, "Don't worry, Commander I think you'll have an enjoyable life here on ring, while we take this cure with us." He motioned to a couple of his men who began grabbing equipment, "I think we'll be taking this and going now. Oh, and don't worry about your ship up there. It won't be there much longer."

Then the Cardassian's beamed away, leaving most of those in the tent simply looking at each other in shock. Commander Maril turned to Dr. T'Del, "Well, did you do it?"

She nodded and there was almost a smile on her face. She headed over to another table and pulled out a metal box hidden behind it. Opening it she pulled out several hyposprays. "Yes, Commander, Ej Igad will be quite upset to discover that he has a hypospray filled with only a placebo. I injected Dr. Glinn'karr 30 minutes earlier with this one."

Maril smiled and hit his commpin, "Maril to Zane, The Cardassian's are gone, having taken the bait."

Regards,
Lt. Krysa Jenn

NRPG: Okay, Okay, so I'm getting tired of being on this ring :) :)

So now how to save the Feynman from being destroyed by the Cardassians.

Kristen

USS FEYNMAN: A Command Decision...

by Andrew Catterick 6-26-1996

>Tarrant continued. "I believe that this may have been planned
>by the Cardassians all along sir. This is hypothetical, but say that
>the Cardassians were unable, on their own, to come up with
>a cure. So they stage this. Now here we are on the Feynman, with one of
>the top medical scientists coming up with a cure. It must be hush hush,
>so Starfleet keeps it under wraps. Now though we are seriously
>outgunned. If we do come up with a cure, then the cardassians have it.
>They attack and we are eliminated."
>
>Zane turnes from his view of space, "But, if that is all
>true, then why send only us? It dosen't fit."
>
>Now Tarrant fit another piece, "In a way they haven't. I've been
>doing some sweeps with the DELPHI. Four more ships have
>been diverted to this area of space, and by my checks,
>could overtake the Cardassian warships before they could
>reach any major location. One of which is a Solar Class.
>I think we may just be a pawn in this sir."

Zane swiveled in his chair to again face the window. He watched the Ring slowly spinning below. Damn Cardassians and their chess games. They're almost as bad as the Romulans. "May you live in interesting times." He said more to himself.

"Sir?"

"Just an old saying Lieutenant, actually a curse."

Koreth nodded understanding. "Well we are certainly living in interesting times."

Zane nodded. "And if your right the next few hours will prove to be very interesting." A pause. "Now, we can see the four ships out there. Can they?"

"Probably not."

"Well that doesn't make sense. If the Cardassians don't know the cavalry is over the hill and it is their intention to destroy us once they have the cure. What difference does it make if the taskforce intercepts the Cardassians? Surely Katane is not likely to give up the cure after he has destroyed us. So then no one has the cure. And if we can see them, surely they can see us. "

Koreth simply shrugged.

Zane made his decision. "Mr. Koreth will you take the bridge and ask Mr. Jerran to join me here."

"Yes sir."

"And Lieutenant, good work."

Feeling a little fatigued Zane finished the coffee on his desk and headed for the replicator for a refill. "Coffee, black, hot. Protein supplement number 3." Picking up the coffee and the small plate he returned to his desk. The protein supplement bar was one of the worst things he had ever eaten. But it provided a quick and efficient snack to recharge his energy levels. With his body needing upwards of 8 meals a day he had found early on that it was virtually impossible to squeeze them into his normal shift rotation. To skip a meal meant his concentration might begin to waver. So he had asked, then, Dr. Paxwax to come up with a solution, the protein bars. They were quick and easy and left him feeling more 'charged' than if he had eaten a full meal. He had once asked Paul what was in them. The reply had been that he didn't want to know. Now as he drank his strong coffee in the hope of masking the bar's after taste he realized that was probably true.

"Enter." He replied to the sound of the door chime.

"You wanted to see me Captain." Jerran asked as he entered the room.

"Have a seat Lieutenant. I have a real life BrOT for you." Zane began to fill him in on the evidence and theories the CEO had gathered.

Jerran sat for a few minutes and considered the problem. "Have you informed the Away Team?"

"I will as soon as we finished here."

"So what do we do?"

"Well I am going to sit back and wait for you to tell me."

<<<NRPG>>>

How's that for passing the buck<EG> Actually I thought it would make a nice addition to the continuing thread of officer development.

Joesph: Your not wearing Red just to fly!

Respectfully,
Andy

-CMDR Zane, Commanding, USS FEYNMAN
-LT.CMDR Tarsa Rogers, Executive Officer, USS GAUSS
-CMDR Nigel Straun, Fleet Tactical Officer, INDIGO FLEET
-CMDR Horatio Sinclair, Fleet Intelligence Officer, BLUE FLEET

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->a cure. So they stage this. Now here we are on the Feynman, with one of<br
+>a cure. So they stage this. Now here we are on the Feynman, with one of<br>
->the top medical scientists coming up with a cure. It must be hush hush,<br
+>the top medical scientists coming up with a cure. It must be hush hush,<br>
->so Starfleet keeps it under wraps. Now though we are seriously<br
+>so Starfleet keeps it under wraps. Now though we are seriously<br>
->outgunned. If we do come up with a cure, then the cardassians have it.<br
+>outgunned. If we do come up with a cure, then the cardassians have it.<br>
->They attack and we are eliminated."<br
+>They attack and we are eliminated."<br>
-><br
+><br>
->Zane turnes from his view of space, "But, if that is all<br
+>Zane turnes from his view of space, "But, if that is all<br>
->true, then why send only us? It dosen't fit."<br
+>true, then why send only us? It dosen't fit."<br>
-><br
+><br>
->Now Tarrant fit another piece, "In a way they haven't. I've been<br
+>Now Tarrant fit another piece, "In a way they haven't. I've been<br>
->doing some sweeps with the DELPHI. Four more ships have<br
+>doing some sweeps with the DELPHI. Four more ships have<br>
->been diverted to this area of space, and by my checks,<br
+>been diverted to this area of space, and by my checks,<br>
->could overtake the Cardassian warships before they could<br
+>could overtake the Cardassian warships before they could<br>
->reach any major location. One of which is a Solar Class.<br
+>reach any major location. One of which is a Solar Class.<br>
->I think we may just be a pawn in this sir."<br
+>I think we may just be a pawn in this sir."<br>
 Zane swiveled in his chair to again face the window. He watched

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USS FEYNMAN: #4: Semiconscious

by Charles Jencks 6-2-1996

USS FEYNMAN: Tarrellians Running Around the Ship:)

by Kristen Gant 6-2-1996

USS FEYNMAN: Getting a Little Over-Confident

by Andrew Catterick 6-2-1996

USS FEYNMAN: Following A Lead...

by Max Felsher 6-2-1996

USS FEYNMAN: Do You Want to Eat That Bread Now?

by Max Felsher 6-3-1996

USS FEYNMAN: 10-Splitting Up

by Kristen Gant 6-3-1996

USS FEYNMAN: Coming Up to Speed

by Kristen Gant 6-6-1996

USS FEYNMAN: Post #14

by Andrew Catterick 6-7-1996

USS FEYNMAN: 17-Plague Time!

by Max Felsher 6-7-1996

USS FEYNMAN: Spirited Away

by Andrew Catterick 6-8-1996

USS FEYNMAN: Buried Alive!

by Kristen Gant 6-8-1996

USS FEYNMAN: 21-FInding an Escape Route

by Max Felsher 6-9-1996

USS FEYNMAN: Someone on This Ring Has to Die...

by Kristen Gant 6-11-1996

USS FEYNMAN: Another Notch

by Andrew Catterick 6-11-1996

USS FEYNMAN: 24 - Hostages?

by Joseph Baker 6-12-1996

USS FEYNMAN: 25-Escape

by Max Felsher 6-13-1996

USS FEYNMAN: "Iganth's River Goes on Without...

by Kristen Gant 6-14-1996

USS FEYNMAN: 28-Figuring Things Out

by Max Felsher 6-15-1996

USS FEYNMAN: Some Half-Truths

by Andrew Catterick 6-15-1996

STARBASE EPSILON: CINCSILVER

by Ian Stenqvist 6-15-1996

USS FEYNMAN: 31-Tows R Us

by Joseph Baker 6-17-1996

STARBASE EPSILON: CINCSILVER (Cont.)

by Mike Dawe 6-17-1996

USS FEYNMAN: 34-Brainstorm!

by Max Felsher 6-19-1996

USS FEYNMAN: Don't Let Me Think...

by Kristen Gant 6-19-1996

USS FEYNMAN: 36 - Bored FCO Passes the Time

by Joseph Baker 6-19-1996

USS FEYNMAN: Meetings and Worry...The Life of a CO!

by Andrew Catterick 6-19-1996

USS FEYNMAN: 38 - Prepping the Shuttles

by Joseph Baker 6-20-1996

USS FEYNMAN: A Loose String

by Andrew Catterick 6-20-1996

USS FEYNMAN: 40-New Problem

by Max Felsher 6-21-1996

USS FEYNMAN: A Minor Emotional Blow-Up

by Kristen Gant 6-21-1996

USS FEYNMAN: CEO to the Bridge

by Jason Bostjancic 6-23-1996

USS FEYNMAN: You Think Your Night's Going Bad...

by Joseph Baker 6-23-1996

USS FEYNMAN: The Lesser of Two Evils

by Andrew Catterick 6-23-1996

USS FEYNMAN: Morning Comes to the Ring

by Kristen Gant 6-24-1996

USS FEYNMAN: 47-Morning on the Ring(Before Sunrise)

by Max Felsher 6-25-1996

USS FEYNMAN: Captain's Log

by Andrew Catterick 6-25-1996

USS FEYNMAN: An Evil Twist

by Jason Bostjancic 6-25-1996

USS FEYNMAN: The Bait

by Kristen Gant 6-26-1996