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-CMDR Nigel Straun, TACFLEET Liason Officer, INDIGO FLEET<br> | -CMDR Nigel Straun, TACFLEET Liason Officer, INDIGO FLEET<br> | ||
-CMDR Horatio Sinclair, Fleet Intelligence Officer, BLUE FLEET<br> | -CMDR Horatio Sinclair, Fleet Intelligence Officer, BLUE FLEET<br> | ||
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: 59 - Which Way is EPSILON?</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Joseph Baker 6-30-1996</h4> | |||
SD: 80630.0750 (GMT)<br> | |||
MD: 5.1345<br> | |||
Scene: Bridge, USS FEYNMAN<br> | |||
After setting a course back for Starbase EPSILON, something he hadn't done | |||
in quite a while, it seemed, LTJG Jerran Terel sat back and listened to | |||
the CO and FO bantar back and forth about the various advantages of | |||
commanding one vessel over another. Jerran had never really thought of it | |||
himself, commanding a vessel of his own, that is, but he did agree that | |||
the ENDEAVOUR class starship was a decent mixture of size, speed, power, | |||
and research facilities. But, he did have to admit that there was a | |||
certain alure to the idea of commanding something like a VALHALLA class | |||
warship, something with both speed and firepower, so much so that it was | |||
constantly trying to tear itself apart just to get out of spacedock. | |||
This entire train of though came as very much a surprise to the FCO. Even | |||
a few short months ago upon graduation from the academy, he had never | |||
really aspired to command. He thought he would never be sattisfied with | |||
being stationed on a starship unless he was sitting at the helm. At most, | |||
he had thought that he might one day try for CAG (commander air group) on | |||
one of the carriers. But, untill this mission, he had never given much | |||
thought to commanding a ship of his own. | |||
In this past mission alone, CMDR Zane had given him so many oppurtunities | |||
to take command of the ship, what with LTCDR Maril and LT Jenn constantly | |||
on the ring, that he had found that he had actually enjoyed those brief | |||
stints at the conn. Oh, sure, he had always had the oppurtunity to take | |||
the conn before, after he had passed the bridge officer's test a couple of | |||
months ago. But, this was somehow quite different, when the Captain would | |||
turn to him in the middle of ALPHA shift and say, "Take the conn," or "Mr. | |||
Jerran, you have the bridge." Even his logical Vulcan half could | |||
acknowledge the sense of pride this sent rushing through him when he would | |||
go to sit at the command chair, and now he was looking forward to his duty | |||
officer shifts much more than usual. More than that, though, he was | |||
looking forward to the future, when he would someday command his own | |||
starship. | |||
He watched on the nav scanner display on his console as the ring receded | |||
behind them, along with the plague, the Cardassians, the Order. They | |||
hadn't caught the rest of the Order operatives who had attacke the camp, | |||
so it was a sure bet they would encounter them again someday. Jerran was | |||
still puzzled as to how the one opperative was able to resemble their own | |||
second officer so well, but decided that it was probably just some sort of | |||
cosmetic alteration designed so that they would be able to infiltrate the | |||
FEYNMAN, and it almost worked, too. | |||
"What's our ETA to EPSILON, helm?" came the Captain's voice from behind, | |||
interrupting Jerran's train of thought. | |||
Without skipping a beat, the FCO replied, "22 hours, fifteen minutes, | |||
sir." | |||
"Very good," the CO said, thinking how glad he was that the FCO had | |||
stopped displaying that most Vulcan habit of reciting figures down to | |||
extensive decimal places. | |||
The next couple of hours was fairly routine as the FEYNMAN headed toward | |||
EPSILON at warp speed. At 1415, the beta shift came to relieve the | |||
current bridge crew. Jerran gave the helm up, reluctantly as usual, to | |||
Midshipman Talo and headed for the turbolift. On his way to his quarters, | |||
he met up with ENS Cartwright who greeted him with a smile and followed | |||
him down the corridor. | |||
"So, what are you going to call it?" she said as they entered his room and | |||
she plopped herself down on his couch in front of the window. | |||
"Call what?" he said with a smile as he walked over to the replicator and | |||
ordered a couple cups of raktageno, handing one to her as he returned and | |||
sat down next to her. | |||
"That maneuver you did, silly. Everyone on the entire ship is talking | |||
about how you saved the day! I was thinking of something on the lines of | |||
the Jerran Variant to the Picard Maneuver, but I can't exactly see someone | |||
order something that takes that long to say in a crisis situation. And so | |||
I decided that it should be simply called the Jerran Maneuver." | |||
He chuckled as he took a sip of the raktageno and said, "Oh, you decided. | |||
And what about Admiral Picard? No mention of his tactic from which this | |||
derives?" | |||
"Wel, I guess we could let it be known by the long version in the | |||
textbooks, and the short version by practice. That way, everyone's happy, | |||
and you get the first notch of success in what will surely become as great | |||
if not better a better carreer. They'll remember you in one breath with | |||
all the other great Captain's in history, Christopher, Kirk, Sulu, Picard, | |||
and Jerran!" | |||
"Aren't you getting a bit carried away? I haven't even gotten my second | |||
full pip yet and you're already sitting me in the Captain's Hall of Fame," | |||
he said with a slight smile, thinking about the train of thought he had a | |||
couple of hours ago about his ambitions toward command. | |||
She sighed, exhasperated at the Vulcan humility he insisted on expressing | |||
every chance he got and said, "I suppose your right. I'm just proud of | |||
you." She took a sip of her drink as she pulled off her boots and pulled | |||
her feet up onto the couch. | |||
He leaned over and stole a kiss from her and said, "Yes, I know, and I | |||
appreciate it." | |||
She smiled back at him and said, "So, what's for dinner? Will you make me | |||
some hasparat? The replicators do no justice to your mother's recipe." | |||
"Sure," he said with a slight chuckle. "But first, there's something I | |||
have to attend to real quick." He walked back to his room and returned | |||
with the ceremonial lantern he had used during his mourning of Kalani's | |||
death. | |||
"Oh," Jennifer said, understanding her friend completely, and | |||
acknowledgin that understanding with one simple word. "I'm sure she'll | |||
appreciate it very much." | |||
Jerran nodded and said, "It's the least I could do after the way she | |||
helped me get over the death of Kalani. Now it is my turn to repay the | |||
debt." | |||
He then walked out and headed down the hall a short ways till he reached | |||
LT Jenn's quarters.. Luckily, no one answered when he activated the | |||
buzzer, so he keyed in his security code and opened the door, staying just | |||
long enough to place the lantern in the center of the room, along with a | |||
PADD containing the words to the Bajoran death chant. | |||
He returned to his quarters and said, "Now, to the hasparat," a slight | |||
smile crossing his face as he looked over at ENS Cartwright sitting on the | |||
couch. | |||
<NRPG> | |||
So, which way is EPSILON again? It's been so long since we've been back | |||
there that I had almost forgotten ;) | |||
Kristin: I hope Krysa has a few hours to spare, cause she's gonna need it | |||
for that death chant ;) | |||
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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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