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USS FEYNMAN: Staffing

by Andrew Catterick 7-1-1996

> MD: 5.1500
> Scene: Captain's Ready Room
>
> ".... so you see Lieutenant, I want something more authoritative. I'm
> no interior decorator, but I need something that gives me a clearer view
> of everything and that says.... *CAPTAIN*."
>
> The CEO looks at Zane trying to determine if he's truly serious.
> Starting slowly Tarrant begins speaking, "Well... I guess we can break
> a few rules concerning alteration of ship bridges and do it... but I'll
> have to wait till we get back at Epsilon..."
>
"Excellent Lieutenant. " Zane paused. "But I don't expect my Chief Engineer to lose some down time on EPSILON because he's fitting in a chair on the bridge. This past mission was particularly hard on all of us..." His mind drifted to the letter he had just finished writing to Ensign Serra's family. It was bad enough having to tell someone their son, their brother, their grandchild was dead. But to have it happen barely a week out of the Academy. "...including you. The number of hours you spent in the lab trying to figure out how to save the Ring after we cut in to it would have 'fried' most people's brains, not to mention your boarding of the Panarik vessel. So make sure you get some R&R while we're in dock. That's an order." "Aye sir." Koreth didn't seem all that convinced.

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Scene: Sickbay

"Why isn't Lieutenant Krazny back on duty?" Zane asked, a mixture of annoyance and concern.

"I am unable to determine that." The Vulcan seemed perturbed and Zane wondered ideally if that perturbed her even more.

"I thought this was just a simple concussion? A few hours sleep and he'd be as good as new. That was 48 hours ago."

"I am at a loss. Every test confirms this diagnosis but he does not seem to progress from where he is now. It is as if he is in some form of stasis."

"Has Dr. Glin'Kharr been able to provide any insight?"

"I have confined the Doctor to his quarter's until he has recuperated to my satisfaction."

"I wish I could have heard that discussion."

"The Doctor did seem somewhat....discontent with my decision. However I did consult with him before he left for his quarter's. He had no insights into the Counselor's condition."

"Recommendation?" Zane asked.

"If there is no improvement in the next 24 hours I suggest we transfer him to EPSILON medical. They are better equipped to handle this."

Zane frowned not liking the options he was faced with. Having to transfer an officer as important as Krazny off ship was definatly something he wanted to avoid. He had confidence that EPSILON medical would revive the lieutenant but if it was after FEYNMAN had shipped out on a new mission it was very possible that Krazny might be permanently transferred to another ship. And transferring a comatose officer back to EPSILON raised uncomfortable memories of Captain West. On the other hand having an unconscious officer in sickbay would help no one.

"Very well, keep me informed."

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Scene: Security Office

Lieutenant Sr'qwon stared down at his console with great excitement. With the communications blackout lifted his mailbox had quickly filled up with the correspondence that had been stored at Memory EPSILON for the past week. Half way down the list was the communication he had hoped would arrive but had been certain would not.

Opening the file he quickly scanned it, his excitement growing.

"Sr'qwon to Captain Zane."

[Zane here. What can I do for you lieutenant?]

"Could I have a few minutes sir?"

{I'm in 10-Forward, Zane out.]

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Scene: 10-Forward

Zane sat at the table his hands clasped in front of him as he considered when the tables had turned. A few hours ago things couldn't have hardly been better. They'd found the cure to the 'incurable' plague, they saved 70 billion sentient lifeforms, and then they'd survived Cardassian treachory. But then he'd found out about Krazny. Trying to keep his spirits light he had gone to 10-Forward to revel in the high morale of his crew. As an added bonus Bat was off-duty, his assistant telling Zane that the old bar-tender was currently harassing the second officer in the renovations of her office. At least it would keep her occupied. But now Sr'qwon had dropped a bombshell of her own.

"...so you see captain, as much as I love the FEYNMAN, being accepted into special forces training is not something I can pass up."

He nodded feeling somewhat deflated. When he handed the Admiral his staffing report Nicholas would surely hit the roof. There were already jokes floating around the fleet about the FEYNMAN's inability to retain its officers, especially when it came to CSciOs. And now to make it worse a new science officer had apparently been transferred to the ship but had since disappeared. Zane made a mental note not to visit the Officer's Club while he was in port.

"I don't know what to say Lieutenant except congratulations you'll be missed."

<<<NRPG>>>

Just tying up some staffing threads and laying the ground work for others that may need it.

We'll arrive back at EPSILON on MD:6.1200 Anyone feel free to take us in. Look to being in a week or so.

> As for that crack about the SOLAR class looking like it backed
> into something... I haven't forgotten that.

Oh SERAPIS is a SOLAR...I, uh, forgot. Well at least your not the pilot who couldn't parallel park.<EG>

regards,
Andy

-CMDR Zane, Commanding Officer, USS FEYNMAN
-LT.CMDR Tarsa Rogers, Executive Officer, USS GAUSS
-CMDR Nigel Straun, TACFLEET Liason Officer, INDIGO FLEET
-CMDR Horatio Sinclair, Fleet Intelligence Officer, BLUE FLEET

USS FEYNMAN: Homecoming, Finally

by Joseph Baker 7-2-1996

SD: 80702.0414 (GMT)
MD: 6.1200

"Starbase EPSILON control acknowledges our docking request and directs us to follow the beacon to our assigned bay," LT Jenn said from her console at OPS.

Jerran looked over to take a quick glance at her. She was taking this whole situation rather well on the outside, but that was his Vulcan side that was making that observation. His Bajoran side, that side which wept for the death of his own beloved, that side that was suppressed when he was among others, knew that the second officer was hurting. That side of him that he had accidently unleashed upon LT Jenn during the accident on the NOGURA during his first mission, it knew how she felt, and it almost hurt him just as much as it hurt her. But, his Vulcan half wasn't going to let him show it now anymore than he had shown the pain then. In fact, he had doubled his mental blocks so that not only Jenn but the other telepaths and empaths on board would not be able to hear his Bajoran heart's cry.

From behind, Jerran could hear CMDR Maril say, "Take us in, Mr. Jerran, maneuvering thrusters at full."

"Aye, sir," the pilot responded, turning his thoughts away from the person sitting next to him. When it came to most species that did not normally possess telepathic abilities, such as humans, Klingons, and especially Ferengi, he had to rely on touch to convey the telepathic signals. But, when it came to more powerful telepathic species, such as Betazoids and other Vulcans, and even humans who had telepathic abilities, he had to make a concerted effort to keep out their naturally telepathic emissions. Sometimes it was hard, especially when the emotions were being sent out with the intensity that he felt from LT Jenn. But, it reminded Jerran of the reasons why he had not followed his mother's unemotional heritage. Had he gone through the emotional disciplines, then he would have no common frame of reference to understand many of the myriad of emotions that he felt from the different creatures he had encountered so far in his short career.

Starbase EPSILON loomed on the viewscren, its huge space doors taking up a majority of the upper part of the station as the FEYNMAN moved in closer. After a moment, Jerran had pushed the ship past the doors and was moving her towards her assigned berth. Workbees flitted here and there on the viewscreen in front of them, moving to get out of the way as the small ship flew past. Some of them wiggled a bit in small rolls of greeting as they buzzed past the FEYNMAN's bow. Jerran smiled slightly and gave a slight wiggle of his own when he noticed that Maril wasn't paying attention to the viewscreen. He looked over at Jenn and saw by the stiffled chuckle behind her lips that she had noticed, and he smiled back to her, both understanding the other much more than they would either ever admit.

Jerran pulled the destroyer into a modern version of a parallel parking maneuver as she slipped into her parking berth. He then shut off the main thrusters and activated the station keeping thrusters.

"Thrusters at station keeping, sir," he announced.

"Very good. LT Jenn, activate the moorings, and sound the docking signal."

"Aye, sir," she said as she typed the commands into her console. "Moorings are activated and secure."

"Deactivate thrusters, Mr. Jerran. Bridge to Engineering, cut the drives and secure all drive exhausts. Bridge to Captain, we're now docked, sir."

Commander Zane walked out of his ready room and looked at the viewscreen as an ENDEAVOUR class starship slipped into a nearby berth. "Ladies and gentlemen, we're home...."

<NRPG> Yeah, I know. Melodramatic. But hey, you gotta do that sort of post once in a while ;) I can't always have Jerran saving the day :)

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* LTJG Jerran Terel, FCO, USS FEYNMAN, alt.starfleet.rpg                   *
* ENS Logan Knight, CEO, USS TSUNAMI, alt.starfleet.rpg                    *
* Dr. Alexa Denora, Sci Admin, Kachaira III Colony, alt.starfleet.rpg      *
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* Joseph W. Baker                                                          *
* Physics Major, College of Arts and Sciences                              *
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USS FEYNMAN: Work & Relaxation

by Max Felsher 7-2-1996

Reports to be written, branch assessments to be made, and many other equally boring tasks lay ahead. Other things too, like promotion recommendations and overviewing sensor logs. Having been in command of the huge away team, as well as being the only senior officer who had gone into the Neo-Luddite settlement, he was the one who had to write the large reports. Maril sighed again.

'Well,' Maril said to himself, 'you can't get to Stirabi until you start on the road to it.' With that, he started his work.

He started on the reports--not very interesting, but they had to be done. Besides, Maril wanted to get rid of the hard stuff first.

First, the general overview of the mission. This would probably be the longest report, since it would be sent to the Captain and then to SB Epsilon, like all of the reports.

Maril looked back upon the mission, remembering the preparation for the mission, the beam-down, finding many leads in the Neo-Luddite settlement, the escape from the settlement, all of the adventures at the perimeter camp, the breakthroughs in finding a cure, and finally, the Cardassian encounter. It was quite a bit for one mission, but it was rather straightforward in that Maril hadn't gone back and forth from one area to another.

After finally finishing that report and a few smaller reports on the settlement, the Plague, and other topics which had influenced the outcome of the mission, Maril stood up and walked out of his office. There was still quite a bit of work to do, but it could wait.

MD 5.1800
Holodeck 1

Maril stood on the holodeck grid, thinking. He really didn't know what he wanted to do there, but he did know that he needed something to relax.

"Computer, access all holodeck recreation files relating to role-playing."

A long list appeared on the console just inside the holodeck door.

"Computer, limit to role-playing files from history or literary works."

A somewhat smaller list now appeared.

"Hmmm...not that one. No, not that one, either. Let's see...maybe...this one! Computer, load program and begin when ready."

Suddenly, the holodeck grid disappeared and was replaced by a view of a large forest with a plain to the right. Far in the distance, a river curved along the horizon.

However, the interesting thing wasn't the view but what was close to Maril. He was standing at the top of a defensive structure made out of stone, with stone towers to his left and right. At his waist, on the left side, was a long, straight sword. On his back was a bag-like container carrying a bow and several arrows. By his side, resting on the outer wall, was a light shield, ready to be picked up at a moment's notice.

Not a moment after he had surveyed the surroundings and himself, Maril saw a huge mass of soldiers swelling through the forest and down the plain.

Another soldier, who was obviously in charge, yelled, "To your posts, everyone! They're attacking!"

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

NRPG:
A little backpost. I had written this, and then read all of the new stuff, so I'll just leave this thread as it is. I'll assume that Maril does finish all the "paperwork" and that he has a good time in the holodeck simulation. :) He'll probably return to this simulation sometimes, when he needs to relax(which, knowing this crew, will be most of the time :P).

USS FEYNMAN: How to Live With Sadness

by Kristen Gant 7-2-1996

Stardate: 80702.1416
Scene: 10-Forward -> Quarters
MD: 5.1900

Krysa thanked Bat for allowing her to have a good cry in 10-forward with him. It did seem to make her feel a little better to let go of some of her anger and guilt. Much like she had done for Jerran on the runabout. Of course, as a trained counselor she had known that, she just hadn't wanted to deal with it. But now that her duties and responsibilities were at an end for a while she had time.

"Anytime you need it," he told her gently.

She nodded, "I need to get to my quarters, I think. I'm sure there're a lot of things to do there."

"Do you want company?" he offered.

She shook her head, "No, I have to do this on my own. But I appreciate the offer." He nodded and she gave him a quick hug before standing and making her way out of the lounge. Her movements were almost mechanical, but they were moving her forward, and that's what she needed.

Thankfully the hallways were mostly empty and no one stopped her on her way to her quarters. She slowed as she neared them then stood there in front of the door just looking at it. She was finally able to will herself to take the step forward that would open the door. When she did, she could almost hear the clicking of the keyboard, and hear him call, 'Did you have a good day?'. As she listened, wishing desperately to really hear it, the silence became deafening. She looked around the room. It all seemed so familiar and yet so different... so empty.

It was then that she noticed the lantern on the table. She leaned down and picked up the note. All her words to Terri that day on the shuttle came back. Oh how easy it had been then to say those words, and yet now she realized how difficult they were to hear. She picked up the lantern and paper and carried them into the bedroom. She decided now was as good a time as any to begin to admit that Kavan was dead, and to deal with the fact that he was never coming back.

• • • • 
        

MD: 5.2200

Physically and emotionally exhausted Krysa blew out the lantern and curled up onto her bed giving herself over to a sleep filled with content and peaceful dreams of happier times. She decided that there were definitely some traditions the Bajoran's did better then Betazoids. And this was one of them. She would definitely have to thank Terri soon....

• • • • 
        

MD: 6.0700

Krysa woke feeling refreshed. Her heart was much lighter, now that she had a restful sleep and allowed herself to be happy in the memories that she held. There was still sadness in her loss, but it no longer clouded her vision.

She quickly showered and changed as she prepared for the day. They would be back at EPSILON today, and she was looking forward to that. There were things that she had to do, and they would be much more easily accomplished on the Starbase then on the FEYNMAN.

She almost decided not to check her messages as she knew there would be the normal sympathy mail, and she didn't want to ruin her day with it. Then she stopped herself, deciding that knowing her friends cared shouldn't ruin her day, so she quickly pulled them up. She found herself smiling through light tears as she found that the words of sympathy really did help.

She noticed a message from Dr. Glin'kharr, asking to see her personally. She decided she could see him after they docked at Epsilon. As she got ready to leave she stopped at Kavan's computer, lightly touching the keyboard. Then shook her head, no she would start going through his things later. She quickly headed to the bridge.

• • • • 
        

Scene: Sickbay
MD: 6.1400

Krysa walked into Sickbay and up to Dr. T'Del, "Dr. Glin'kharr asked to see me."

T'Del raised an eyebrow, but didn't protest, "Please keep it short Lt., he needs his rest." Krysa nodded and turned to see the Doctor, but T'Del stopped her, "Lt," she said quietly. "We do need to discuss arrangements for your husband."

Krysa looked at her for a moment, not quite sure what she was referring to. Then it she realized what the Vulcan was talking about, and nodded slightly not quite sure what to tell her.

"I'll make some decisions within the next couple of days, I promise," she told her, and turned to see Dr. Glin'kharr.

"Dr." she said, not really wanting to disturb him.

"Lt. Jenn, I'm glad you stopped by. I would have come to see you, if that woman would let me out of here."

Krysa nodded. "I'm sure she's just making sure you're okay first."

"Hrmmmph," he growled, "Lt, I wanted to say how sorry I am about Mr. Kavan's death. I feel responsible, as I let him go with the search party."

Krysa nodded, "I understand from Ens. Couprie, that Kavan demanded to go."

Glin'kharr nodded, "Yes, he did, quite vehemently as a matter of fact."

"I'm not sure there's anything you could have done to stop him." She thought about how she had refused to marry him when she was 15. He had still eventually got his way. Yet another regret she had.

Regards,
Lt. Krysa Jenn

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NRPG: Well, here is the super fast version of Jenn's trip from the ring to Epsilon ;)

BTW, I don't expect that one Bajoran ceremony is going to make Krysa back to her normal self ... but it ought to keep her from biting any more heads off, or falling apart in 10-Forward :) :)

Kristen

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USS FEYNMAN: Readyroom--->CINCSILVER

by Andrew Catterick 7-3-1996

SD: 80703
Scene: Readyroom

Zane sat in his readyroom staring out the small window watching the ships of spacedock float by. In a few minutes he would depart for his scheduled appointment with the Admiral. On his desk lay a PADD that contained his mission report, its third incarnation. Ever since the end of the mission his feeling of triumph and pride in his crew had been slowly gnawed at by the mystery of the four Starfleet ships that had hidden themselves 'over the horizon' and waited. Waited for what?

At the time he had been suspicious but for the most part he had just been glad they where there to save the FEYNMAN, another thought that stuck in his throat. But as he thought about the mission at his leisure without the intense pressure to find a cure and save his ship hanging over him he began to see many more unanswered questions and one apparent conclusion. The FEYNMAN had been set up or at the very least had been deemed expendable. But by who?

Right from the start of the mission it had seemed...well strange. The FEYNMAN was not a medical ship by any means and while she had an exceptional medical department and had been sent Dr. Glin'kharr, a seeming gift from the gods, it still didn't add up. At the time it seemed an honour to receive it, desperate situation, countless lives at stake....call in the ship that can get the job done. But now? If Starfleet had four capital ships to spare why weren't they dispatched? The SOLAR class would have had a much better chance. No they had to have been setup, but why? And by whom?

Zane's thoughts drifted back to his first meeting with the Admiral. He was fresh out of the Academy and as green as they come. He smiled at the memory. He had completed his holodeck training on ALB and the second it was finished he had raced to the shuttle bay while his friends and recent grads gladly accepted the 48 hour leave before shipping out. Hours later he was standing in front of Nicholas charged with emotion as he was given his first assignment.

The Admiral had been a very imposing figure, and still was. But as gruff and demanding as he was you new where you stood. You were given a mission and you did it. If you did it well, fine that was your job. If you didn't, God help you. But through it all you knew you had someone there to back you up, and Admiral that, however imposing, cared about his ships and his officers. But he was also an Admiral that had sworn an oath to the Federation. And what happened if those conflicted? Had the FEYNMAN been set up for a higher cause? And had Admiral Nicholas been the chessmaster.

He considered that for a moment. He too had had swore an oath. An oath that he would give his life, if necessary to save others. But he had always assumed that he would be trusted to do so.

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Scene: Admiral Nicholas' Office

"Commander Zane." Nicholas nodded as Zane entered the office. "I've just been reading over the mission reports your exec and 2O filed. Quite an 'interesting' mission."

"Yes sir." Zane replied staring at the Admiral trying not to believe that he had set them up and wondering what he would do if it was true.

"Is there any reason your report is not among them?"

"Sir, I was completing a last minute edit." He handed the PADD over to the Admiral.

Nicholas set the PADD on his desk without looking at it. "Commander I expect a report filed as soon as you dock. I want the facts, I do not want prose. Is that clear?"

"Yes sir."

"Now, while you are here you can give me a verbal report."

"Admiral, I have, of course, read both of my officers reports and concur with all contents. The only difference between their's and mine is that I have a question."

Nicholas simply stared, waiting.

"I want to know who set us up and why?"

<<<MIKE: Big enough opening? :) >>>

With the mission de-brief complete the two men turned to the FEYNMAN's staffing situation.

"I gather from the reports that you are once again short of officer's?"

Zane handed over his other PADD wondering how badly he would be raked over the coals for needing more staff, again. Only on the base for a few hours he'd heard the jokes that serving on the FEYNMAN was so bad you had to fake a coma to get off. "Here are the FEYNMAN's requirements as well as my recommendations for staff." He braced for the worst.

<<<NRPG>>>

Mike: NRPG with the crew's mission suggestions to follow.

Respectfully,
Andy

-CMDR Zane, Commanding Officer, USS FEYNMAN
-LT.CMDR Tarsa Rogers, Executive Officer, USS GAUSS
-CMDR Nigel Straun, TACFLEET Liason Officer, INDIGO FLEET
-CMDR Horatio Sinclair, Fleet Intelligence Officer, BLUE FLEET