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<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Nice to Meet You Too</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by | |||
Melanie Pocknall 7-26-1996</h4> | |||
SD: 80726.0800<br> | |||
MD: 5.1208<br> | |||
>The small ball had numerous antenni protruding from it. Zane<br> | |||
>almost kicked himself for not realizing sooner.<br> | |||
><br> | |||
>"Helm! Move us..."<br> | |||
><br> | |||
>Allard interrupted, "Sir! The beams have moved. They've<br> | |||
>'thrown' the spheres into our area. Fore, aft,... all sides."<br> | |||
><br> | |||
>Zane finally said it, "Proximity Mines. Probably won't activate until<br> | |||
>near contact."<br> | |||
><br> | |||
>"Sir, the planet is hailing us."<br> | |||
"Do we really want to know who's out there?" Krysa muttered. | |||
Zane ignored the comment. "Lt. Jenn and Lt. Meleah, keep an eye on those | |||
mines out there. "Lt. Jerran, keep us at a safe distance away from the | |||
mines, and Ens. Allard, watch for anything unusual. Put the message on screen." | |||
A chorused "Aye, sir" was heard as the officers acknowledged their orders. | |||
As the picture of a rough looking man appeared on the viewscreen, and | |||
announced himself, Meleah worked at her station to record information about | |||
the mines, while also listening to the man on the screen behind her. The | |||
mines were gradually closing formation as they determined the area in which | |||
the ship could be. Eventually they would find the Feynman. But what if the | |||
mines were somehow 'spirited' away. One couldn't be too sure with pirates | |||
whether they were friendly or not, so it was always worth planning for all | |||
eventualities. | |||
The mines, Meleah worked out, were set into place by the green beams that | |||
had been displayed on the screen before. Therefore, they were unlikely to | |||
be directly controlled by operators on the planet. So if their direction | |||
was changed, the operators wouldn't be able to do much about it, unless | |||
Meleah was underestimating their abilities. A short burst of a high | |||
communications frequency would shatter the mines' controls, therefore | |||
literally pushing them away from the ship. | |||
She then turned her full attention back towards the viewscreen, where an | |||
increasingly animated 'pirate' was talking. | |||
"We don't have to explain our actions to anyone, least of all | |||
Starfleet," he said, the last word being twisted with hatred. "If you don't | |||
leave now, we'll escort you," leaving no doubt as to how they would escort | |||
the Feynman. | |||
"Look, we didn't come here..." Zane broke off as the viewscreen | |||
reverted back to the view of the planet. | |||
"Nice fellow," Allard stated under his breath. | |||
"One minute until the mines reach our shields, Cmdr," said Krysa. | |||
"Cmdr, I believe I can reverse the mines away from the Feynman by | |||
emitting a short, high-frequency transmission which will cause the computers | |||
within the mines to malfunction," Meleah spoke up. | |||
"It had better work. Mr. Allard, emit a high, short frequency burst | |||
far enough out to disable the mines." | |||
"Aye, sir." The crew watched as J.C. pressed a control to emit that | |||
burst. Nothing seemed to happen for few seconds, then Krysa said, "Cmdr, | |||
the mines have stopped and some seem to be drifting away." | |||
Sincerely yours,<br> | |||
Melanie Pocknall<br> | |||
Lt. Meleah, CSciO, USS FEYNMAN, Silver Fleet.<br> | |||