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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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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

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

SB EPSILON (To Feynman with Love) I

by Mike Dawe 7-4-1996

> The lift behind him opened to deposit two Admirals and a Fleet Captain. * Wow,
>lots of brass here!* "All right, Ensign. What can I do for you," asked the Captain.
>She looked as though she wanted to be any place but here. "Ensign Allard reporting as
>ordered, per VADM Crowell. Here's my orders and dossier," handing his PADD and Service
>record to the Captain, "Sir," he added with a crisp academy tone.

> "Have a seat in conference room 11, down the hall, 2nd door on your left. Someone
>will see to you soon. Dismissed". With that, I had no choice except to leave.

<<SNIP>>

Meanwhile, in an office far above the conference room, at the very top of the station the Admiral and a Captain were involved in a debriefing of the USS FEYNMAN . . .

>"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?"

The Admiral growled in a manner that would have made a Klingon proud. "Hrrmf, I have been working on that little problem myself since the last mission update I received from you. I didn't like the answers then and I like them even less now. The answer is 'I don't know'. I kicked this all the way up the ladder and all I got was evasion and an offer to have your support withdrawn if I didn't like it."

"Which you refused."

The Vice Admiral nodded. "Wisely, it would seem. But I have been checking Starfleet records and every ship is said to be accounted for. There is only one Agamenmon class ship in action and it is the Heracles. That was not the ship you reported seeing. The Phoenix was a smaller class ship and decommissioned over a year ago. There has not been a successor to the name."

"I saw these ships Admiral. The Cardassians saw them too." Zane was adamant.

"I don't doubt your report, just the origin of the ships." The Admiral tapped some keys and a small light blinked on his desk. "We are now as secure as this office can be. You handled the last mission well and I am glad it came off without too many casualties. It could have been a lot worse. Pity the cure is dependent upon the ecosystem intrinsic to the ring itself. That stops it from being a complete cure, but the good side is it also stops the Cardassians from considering it a weapon, yet." As he spoke the Admiral was tapping some keys and accessing files that demanded a strict series of access inputs.

"Prototypes of ships often have glitches that make them too much work to fix, or to scrap. We consign them to secret fields, often well clear of shipping lanes and not near star systems. There, they become part of the Grey Fleet."

Zane nodded. The Grey Fleet was a common location for the consignment of officers whose careers had also hit the bottom as well. It was the scrap and salvage arm of the service and not one that any officer looked to for advancement.

The Admiral continued. "A few months ago I accompanied a small crew of officers on a field test of the security of one of the 'graveyards'. While there we ran into pirate activity also intent on acquiring materials. What does this tell you?"

"That Greys security is not . . . complete." responded the Feynman's CO.

The Admiral snorted "Complete? Bah, it is a joke. If you keep assigning screw-ups to one fleet what do you expect to happen? I think your little band of rescuers were from Grey Fleet. Some krig of a crew out there has recruited an 'action force'."

"Action force?"

"With some prompting from someone higher up they are trying to redeem themselves in the eyes of the fleet. Your set-up was probably just the first move we have seen but I have my suspicions a few other unexplained happenings in the last few months may also be laid at their feet. When they rack up enough 'points' then they will step into the lime light and take a bow. They will be so strong in the public eye that they will have to be awarded rather than punished."

Zane shook his head sowly. "But in the meantime they act without supervision and try for all the hotdog stunts they can to build up their reputation? Talk about your loose cannons."

The Admiral nodded slowly. "And I want you to help tie them down before they really screw up."

<<<nrpg>>>
Part II ought to be also in your box by now

mike--->who has trouble sending larger posts
Vice Admiral Azariah Nicholas CINCSILVER
Captain Christof Fife USS REGENT
GM USS SARATOGA
Lt. Cmdr Eskat Eskat USS HERMES
Lt James Cardiff USS SARATOGA

SB EPSILON (To Feynman with Love) II

by Mike Dawe 7-4-1996

> Zane shook his head sowly. "But in the meantime they act without
> supervision and try for all the >hotdog stunts they can to build up their
> reputation? Talk about your loose cannons."
>
> The Admiral nodded slowly. "And I want you to help tie them down before they really screw up."

"Easily said Admiral. But how is one little ship going to tie down the task force we saw?" Zane asked the most obvious question first.

"By doing what they cannot and taking them for 'An explore in the woods'" Azariah smiled grimly. "You have one of the best sensor arrays around. I am going to task you with an expedition into the 'sack with a great deal of press and hoopla. Your mission will be to find and map pirate bases within the 'sack for raids to be set up once you return."

"And you expect the Greys to want to take the bases first?"

Azariah nodded. "Either they will try to follow you in, which they cannot do due to the grav fluxes at the border of the 'sack, or they will wait for you on exit. Once they have the info they will try to make their raids."

"But if they cannot take the big ships in . . . " Zane stopped, seeing a predatory look in the eyes of the Admiral and thinking through what his own crew would do.

"This mission is another one where you are a worm on a hook. The only difference is _I_ tell you ahead of time and offer you a choice. Will you accept the mission knowing full well you are possibly being set up?"

<<<nrpg>>> Back to you Andy. btw AAAAARG, I have mislaid the staffing and crew recommendations stuff we discussed a while ago, could you nrpg me them again? I know you need a TAC so here we go on that one anyways. <<<rpg>>>

Later, after the discussion wound around back to more mundane topics.

>"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.

It didn't come. The Admiral merely looked down at the list and then opened up a comm line to his secretary. "I see we have somebody waiting in Conference room 11. Why?"

[You had the light lit, sir. He is here to report for duty on the . . . ]

"Never mind where he _was_ going. Plans have changed. Have him report up to me now."

[Aye]

A few minutes later a young human entered, short cropped white hair almost glowed in the lights of the Admirals office. "Ensign Allard reporting as ordered, per VADM Crowell. Here's my orders and dossier," handing his padd and Service record to the Admiral, "Sir," he added with a crisp academy tone, echoing his words to the Captain earlier.

"At ease Ensign. This is Commander Zane, CO of the USS FEYNMAN. He will be your CO, and you will be his TAC/SEC officer." The Admiral nodded gruffly. "You will start out nice and easy as the ship has just returned from a mission and while we set up the next profile the crew gets shoreleave for the next . . ." He squinted at the Commander who shrugged. "Five days" Zane nodded. "Now unless there are any further questions? Dismissed."

<<<nrpg>>> Andy, we will finish this by the end of the weekend. the lengthy shoreleave is so we can put hoopla and press together for your next mission. The bait must be set well, like throwing out chum before hunting sharks.

Mike, this will be (barring news from the Feynman to the contrary) the mailing list you will be using. I am sure the CO or FO will be contacting you with the details in the next little while as to the ship, npc's etc. You have gotten a good ship. prepare for a deluge of nrpg's about who crashed what shuttle and saved whom from what certain death (they do that, I'm used to it having taught in a kindergarten <BEG>)

acatteri@freenet.npiec.on.ca, jbaker@deans2.cas.usf.edu,
jobaker@chuma.cas.usf.edu, sgant@interaccess.com, ljk3@cornell.edu,
10330...@compuserve.com, mdawe@cln.etc.bc.ca,
jencksc@watmail.ucr.edu, e...@oitunix.oit.umass.edu,
barbro.stenquist@mailbox.swipnet.se,
psy342@igc.net,alt.star...@news.news.demon.net

mike--->who is expecting some snarky remarks about the kindergartens crack

NRPG: Re: SB EPSILON (To Feynman with Love) I

by Kristen Gant 7-5-1996

First off, Welcome, Mike :):)

>You have gotten a good ship. prepare for a deluge of nrpg's about who >crashed what shuttle and saved whom from what certain death (they do that, >I'm used to it having taught in a kindergarden <BEG>)

Secondly, " Hey I think I resemble that remark!" Oh well, what can I say I spend my days with a 2-yr old :)

>mike--->who is expecting some snarky remarks about the kindergarden crack

Lastly, Aww Mike :) Glad to see you can join in a be one of us :):)

Kristen

Kristen and Scott Gant
http://homepage.interaccess.com/~sgant/gant.htm

SB EPSILON (To Feynman with Love) III

by Andrew Catterick 7-5-1996

SD: 80705.0900
Scene: Admiral Nicholas' Office
>
> "But if they cannot take the big ships in . . . " Zane stopped,
> seeing a predatory look in the eyes of the Admiral and thinking through what
> his own crew would do.
>
> "This mission is another one where you are a worm on a hook. The
> only difference is _I_ tell you ahead of time and offer you a choice. Will
> you accept the mission knowing full well you are possibly being set up?"
>

Zane considered the mission objectives and the possibilities of achieving them. There were a lot of unknown variables and great deal of risk. Perhaps too much. "Sir, I'm here to follow orders as are my crew. I don't mind playing the pawn when I know I'm in the game. You can count on us."

<<<SNIP>>>

> A few minutes later a young human entered, short cropped white hair
> almost glowed in the lights of the Admirals office. "Ensign Allard
> reporting as ordered, per VADM Crowell. Here's my orders and dossier,"
> handing his padd and Service record to the Admiral, "Sir," he added with a
> crisp academy tone, echoing his words to the Captain earlier.
>
> "At ease Ensign. This is Commander Zane, CO of the USS FEYNMAN.
> He will be your CO, and you will be his TAC/SEC officer." The Admiral
> nodded gruffly. "You will start out nice and easy as the ship has just
> returned from a mission and while we set up the next profile the crew gets
> shoreleave for the next . . ." He squinted at the Commander who shrugged.
> "Five days" Zane nodded. "Now unless there are any further questions?
>
> Dismissed."
>

The FEYNMAN's newest member nodded first to the Admiral and then to Zane.

"Report to the first officer, Lt. Commander Maril on board he will assign you your quarters, get you on the rotation and generally get you squared a way." He extended a hand. "Welcome aboard."

"Thank you sir." Allard replied shaking his new CO's hand.

As Allard left Zane nodded over to the light on the Admiral's console. "May I sir?"

Nicholas hit a few keys on his board and the light was extinguished.

"Zane to Commander Maril."

[Maril here, go ahead.]

"Commander, we're in port for the next five days so you can begin standard shore-leave rotations. But before you do I'd like you to make sure that each of the senior staff brief everyone in their department before leaving the ship. I want everyone on their best behavior, no brawls and definitely no drunk and disorderlies. Let them no that any breaches of this will be dealt with severely. And, if they are questioned by any media representatives it's the standard, 'no comment.'

[Sir?]

"I'll explain when I come aboard."

[Aye sir. I will be like Mulkah in search of the oasis.]

"Zane out."

<<<NRPG>>>

Just a short one to keep things going.

Mike Dawe: Wasn't sure if you dismissed both of us so left it vague.

Respectfully,
Andy--->Who is wondering if his new chair will be finished in time for
some stirring pictures for the press! <BG>

-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: What a Day On EPSILON

by Kristen Gant 7-5-1996

Stardate: 80705.2252
Scene: Starbase Epsilon
Day 1 of Shore leave

Krysa stepped off the transporter pad in her civilian clothes. She had decided when she woke in the morning that she needed to be out of her uniform for this. She had the special authorization from Commander Zane, all she needed now was the courage and control to do what needed to be done.

She headed straight for Starfleet Communications. If she gave herself time to think about this, she was sure she’d fall apart. Without a word she passed the authorization card to the Ensign at the desk. After a quick run through the computer she said, “This way, Lt. Jenn.”

She led her to a private comm unit and closed the door. Krysa sat down and hit the console, “Priority one message, Betazed Civilian.”

<Betazed Terminal 3452.> said the male face that appeared in front of her.

“Priority one message, person to person, Devon Grall, Sharinae, Beranole Content.”

Krysa watched the young man’s face fade as the screen went dark for a short time only to be replaced by the smiling face of Devon Grall. <Krysa, my dear. This is a surprise. How are you doing?>

Krysa felt her resolve beginning to falter, “I... I’m calling because there’s been an accident.”

Devon’s face fell. He could see the seriousness on Krysa’s face and began to prepare himself for the words, <Hold on, let me get Salli. I think she should hear this as well.> Krysa nodded.

Soon the faces of Kavan’s parent’s were both waiting to hear the reason for her call. “I’m sorry...” was all she was able to get out before the words caught in her throat.

Devon was nodding sadly, and Salli had buried her face in her hands. Finally Devon asked, <What happened?>

“He was rescuing me.” Taking a deep breath she continued, a little less shaky, “He shouldn’t have been there, but they couldn’t stop him.”

“I’m so sorry, I wish...”

said the man on the screen. “I ... haven’t finished packing his things. But I... when I do I’ll send them.” Devon nodded, <That’ll be fine.>

“I do need to know what you would like done with his... with him. Would you like him sent to Betazed?”

Krysa nodded. <Will you come for the funeral.>

Krysa froze. She had known that they would want her to come, but she didn’t feel that she could. And that made her feel all the more selfish. “I can’t,” she said simply, not feeling that it was enough but not knowing what else to tell them.

“I said my farewells already, I can’t do it again.” Salli spoke for the first time, <Thank you for telling us.> Krysa nodded, “I’m can’t tell you how badly I feel for you.” <Have you talked to your parent’s> Salli asked.

Krysa shook her head, “Not yet.”

Krysa nodded and the transmission faded. She felt very empty. She hit the console button again. “Priority one message, Betazed Embassy, Earth.”

Krysa headed for the main commerce section of the Epsilon. Salli Grall had known what she was doing when she told Krysa to call her mother. Baris Jenn had a way of making the whole world better. Telling her mother of Kavan’s death had been a hundred times easier then telling Kavan’s parents. The word’s had just flowed from her. And Baris had sat there listening, comforting and advising as only a mother could do for her child.

As she walked she allowed herself to enjoy the sights and forget her recent tragedy. She realized how hungry she was so she stopped in a small cafe for a quick bite to eat. It seemed so long since she had really eaten. She hadn’t felt much like eating the last few days. Bat had admonished her, warning her that she needed to keep her strength up. But now looking at the food in the cafe, she felt her appetite coming back. Instead of the quick meal she intended to have she order a rather large one and polished it off, enjoying every bite. She thought perhaps she was even up for a bit of shopping. So leaving the cafe she headed into a small clothing shop.

She found a lovely blue blouse and decided that she had to have it. She stepped up to the cashier and found herself staring at a picture on the wall. The picture was of a dark-haired model with a face so familiar, she couldn’t take her eyes off it. Her eyes widened as she realized who it was. “Jeri,” she whispered.

She pointed to the picture and asked the woman at the counter, “Who is that?”

The woman shrugged, “I’m not sure what her name is. She came around a week or so ago looking for a job. The owner took a shine to her and asked her to do a little modeling. She’s pretty, don’t you think?”

“Yes, I do.” Krysa said, “I just thought she looked familiar. Where could I find the owner.”

“He comes and goes. It’s hard to say for sure when he’ll be in.”

“I’ll come back later,” she paid for her blouse and hurried out, heading for the Epsilon directory. It might be a long shot. She might not even be here any longer. And if she was she might not be listed. But Krysa felt it was worth a try.

Regards,
Lt. Krysa Jenn,

NRPG: Just a little more angst for Krysa and a reappearance (Possibly) of the mysterious sister of hers :)

Kristen

USS FEYNMAN: Reporting 4 Duty

by Michael "Mike" Dailey 7-6-1996

SD 80706.1500
SCENE: VADM Nicholas' office.

>"At ease Ensign. This is Commander Zane, CO of the USS FEYNMAN.
>He will be your CO, and you will be his TAC/SEC officer." The Admiral
>nodded gruffly. "You will start out nice and easy as the ship has just
>returned from a mission and while we set up the next profile the crew gets
>shoreleave for the next . . ." He squinted at the Commander who shrugged.
>
>"Five days" Zane nodded. "Now unless there are any further questions?
>Dismissed."

SCENE: Leaving VADM Nicholas' office.

J.C. slung his duffle over his shoulder. Leaving the office, he passed all of the senior officers going about their business, heading straight for the lift. "Computer, where is the FEYNMAN docked?", asking the base 'puter in a gruff tone. <USS FEYNMAN located at bay 9, take this lift to level 4, follow the corri...> "Computer, CANCEL inquiry!"

**Great, here I am, on my way to the USS Garbage Scowl, to be a security grunt and human sheild for some deskbound Lt.Commander or Commander. I can see it now... Ensign Allard, quick, I'll go search over there where it's safe, you go over there and search where there's probably a squad of Romulan Troops in full combat gear! Let me know if you need any help.!" SIGH. I wonder if there's a nice position on a border patrol ship...??? **

The lift stopped at level 4, J.C. got out, noting the corridor was for the most part, quite empty. Following the corridor, he came to the first bay, #9. *Wow, short trip* The lock was already open, with base and ship personell comming and going. J.C. stepped through the lock, almost colliding with a Lt., jg. in Medical on his way out. J.C. stepped aside, "Exsuce me, Sir.", the Lt. said nothing, but hurried on his way. **Great, real friendly bunch here. That was probably the Crewmaster or Counselor.**

The end of the walkway opened up into one of the cargo bays, a command Lt. standing at the doorway. J.C. approached him, "Permission to come aboard, Sir." He had to look up, for the Lt. was quite taller than himself. "Granted, Ensign. What can I do for you?", asked the Lt. J.C. glanced around briefly. The usual hustle-and-bustle, people and supplies comming, going, beaming in and out. Seems two officers were having a heated discussion about a cargo crate. **OH well, none of my business **

"Reporting for duty, Sir. I am looking for the Duty Officer or the XO."

Submitted
Mike Dailey
Splatter2@qtm.net
Ensign J.C. Allard
CSO/TAC USS FEYNMAN

USS FEYNMAN: Reviewing, Welcome, Orders, and BrOTWork & Relaxation

by Max Felsher 7-6-1996

He would have to relay this information. "All senior officers, report to my office at 1400 hours. Maril out." Knowing that would suffice, he returned to his work of reviewing the departments.

Not only were they down three senior officers--with their new CSciO lost somewhere, their CSO transferred, and their CNS unconscious--but they had lost 14 officers and crewmen to the Plague(not to mention the 4 officers and one civilian, Kavan, who had also died during the mission). Thirty-nine(excluding those who had died) had either been injured or had contracted the Plague. Those who didn't fall into any of these groups were still usually exhausted--physically, mentally, or both--because of the enormous pressures exerted by the mission.

However, in light of the situation, those losses were remarkably low. If the Plague had been allowed to spread, billions of people would have died. Even the Feynman's own losses could have been worse. They were able to adapt the compounds to save most of the Feynman crew, and no one had died--or even been seriously injured- -during the encounter with the Cardassians.

"So, it is like Stigero walking into the askazi's mouth...to save the city of Eroptus," Maril remarked sadly.

MD 6.1350

Maril was still going over the departments, this time for promotion recommendations and such. As he was looking over one of the Science officer's records, there was a beep at the door. "Enter."

The doors opened to reveal the newest CSO of the Feynman, though Maril didn't know it at the moment.

"Ensign Justin Allard reporting for duty, sir!"

"Ahh, Ensign Allard, Jaribo's open door. At ease. I assume you are the new CSO." This wasn't so much of a wild guess, since the officer was wearing a yellow uniform.

"Yes, sir, I am," he replied.

"Well then, Ensign, you have a fine ship. Although the Feynman is a science vessel and not heavily armed, I suppose that makes it a little more interesting in a fight. Perhaps you should ask the Captain, as he was the CSO of this ship before he rose through the ranks."

"Maybe I will, sir," Allard muttered.

"Is there a problem, Ensign? If there is, I'm sure we can arrange for you to leave. Neither the Captain nor I will tolerate a bad attitude, especially from our Chief of Security. Now, is there a problem?"

Ensign Allard was undeterred. "Permission to speak frankly, sir."

"Do so."

"Well, sir, I was within 1% of getting honors at the Academy. And on my first mission, I get stuck on some patrol ship with officers who sit behind a desk, but have no idea what it's like to really be out there!"

Maril smiled. "Well, maybe you're right, Ensign. Maybe the senior staff of the Feynman is a bunch of officers who don't have any field experience. But, I think you'll find that's wrong. Let's see...our last three missions :oh, yes--on our last mission, we saved the quadrant by containing the Tarellian Plague. The one before that, we uncovered a conspiracy and admitted a planet into the Federation. And beofre that, we discovered a whole new civilization, in another galaxy, mind you."

Maril continued. "Now, you will have quarters 0522. Once you become settled in, you can look over your department and make any changes you wish, provided, of course, they meet the approval of the Captain and I. I have sent the specs of the Feynman to your quarters. You should review them. Also, although the Feynman is not a warship, I want the armament that we do have in top working order. Even I do not know what our next mission is, so we must be ready for anything. Lastly, I want to make sure that security is kept. On our last mission, we had several security breaches. I want to make sure that doesn't happen on this one. Is that understood?"

"Yes, sir, understood." Allard was a little shaken, though not too much.

"Good. Very well. Dis--actually, Computer, what is the ship's time?"

<Ship's time is currently 1359 hours.>

"Well, then, Ensign, why don't you stay here. There is a brief meeting here at 1400 hours, so officers should be coming in soon."

"Aye, sir."

One by one, the senior officers walked in. As soon as everyone(except Commander Zane, who was still with the Admiral) was there, Maril started.

"First of all, I would like you all to meet Ensign Allard, our new CSO. You can associate with him later, but, right now, I just have an important message from the Captain to the entire crew. He wants it to be clear that no member of this crew is to be involved in any fight, brawl, or any other acts which might...hurt the reputation of that person, their department, or the ship as a whole. I want this point communicated to every officer and crewman on this ship. Is that clear?"

"Yes, sir," the officers responded.

"Also, there is one more thing. The Captain has told me that if any member of the press starts asking questions, the answer should be, 'No comment.'"

"Sir, could you elaborate a little more?" Lt. Glin'kharr asked.

"If I knew the reason why, Lieutenant, I would tell you. Very well, any more questions?"

No one said anything, so Maril ordered, "Well, then, dismissed."

SLD(Shore Leave Date) 1.1000

"No, no problem in having you take the Bridge Officer's Test. There are a few things you should know. One, there are four sections: Tactical, Helm, Ops, and Command. The first three are each worth 20% of your score, while the last is 40%. You need a total grade of 90% to pass. If you pass, you will be awarded with a shift on the Bridge, though I suppose, if you don't want one, I wouldn't have to give one to you."

"I will express my desires after the test, if that is acceptable, sir."

"Very well. Just remember to keep an open mind about everything. There's always one option you don't consider," Maril smiled. "Meet me in Holodeck 2 at 1200 hours."

SLD 1.1200 Holodeck 2

As Maril finished getting ready for the BrOT, Lt. Glin'kharr walked in. "Hello, Lieutenant. Are you ready?"

"Yes, sir," the CMO replied.

"Very well. Computer, begin Bridge Officer's Test, Section-Operations."

As soon as Maril had given the order, the holodeck grid was replaced with the Bridge of the Feynman. Everyone was in their proper places--except for Glin'kharr, who had replaced Jenn at Ops.

Glin'kharr had hardly gotten a chance to get settled in, when he had something to report. "Sir, we're receiving a distress call from the SS Marco Polo. There is much ionic interference, but I believe I can make it out. They have been trapped in the atmosphere of a planet containing heavy ionic storms. Their engines, as well as their life support system, are failing. They estimate that they will not be able to 'hold out' for more than two hours."

The holographic Zane nodded, and Maril(the holographic one) ordered, "Mr. Jerran, set course for the source of that signal. Warp 9. Engage when ready."

"Aye, sir."

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

NRPG: Mike Dailey: Welcome! FYI, Maril is a Tamarian, so he will occasionally slip into metaphors. :) And don't get too worried about Maril's response to Allard. Maril can be a little unforgiving at times, but he's actually pretty nice if you get to know him. :) Sorry you had to be a TAC/CSO(I noticed in your bio, it said that you definitely didn't want to be one.)

Ted: Just FYI, please only do one post per section. After you write that post, I will give you your next situation. Have fun!

USS FEYNMAN: Rules of Engagement

by Joseph Baker 7-7-1996

SD: 80707.1952
SLD: 1.2300

LTJG Jerran Terel walked into Ten Forward, and for the first time since he'd seen the kid onboard the FEYNMAN, Bat could tell that he actually looked tired. The pilot sat down at one of the barstools as the bartender came over, casually wiping off a glass with a towel flung over his shoulder. "What'll yah have, Lieutenant?"

"Oh, uh, raktageno, please," he said, managing a slight smile as Bat walked behind the bar and got the dring for him.

"So, how's you're shoreleave so far?"

"Oh, fine, I suppose."

"And when's the last time you got some sleep?"

"A couple of days ago, but I'm a Vul..."

"Yeah, yeah, I know. You're a Vulcan. You don't need much sleep. I've heard the same type of argument from Zane ever since I first met him."

Jerran chuckled slightly as he sipped at his drink. "Upon setting foot on Epsilon, the training commander of the base came up and asked me to do a short talk on that maneuver I did at the Ring."

"Ah, yes, the Jerran Maneuver," Bat said with a smile, exhuding the pride that he knew the Vulcan would not allow himself to have. "That was some piece of work. I think even Admiral Picard would have been proud of that."

"Well, one small lecture turned into a huge seminar, with some holodeck demonstrations, and an additional lecture on small starship tactics. I guess it was all just a bit overwhelming."

"Well, that's the price you pay for success, I suppose."

"And then there were a bunch of reporters wandering around the station for some reason, asking all sorts of questions about our next mission, which they apparently know more about than I do. I'd say someone's trying to make it extremely public for some reason."

"Hmmm, and how did you respond?" the bartender asked, casually cleaning the same glass for the umpteenth time.

"Oh, CMDR Maril had anticipated they're questions, and had told us earlier this morning that if we were confronted by the media to respond with `No comment.' I never did understand this human concept of saying such a thing when you actually know nothing about it."

Bat chuckled and set the glass down. "Sounds like politics to me. Politicians on Earth have been using that line for centuries, sometimes to make people think they know more and are more important than they actually are. But, other times it's an escape hatch so that you don't incriminate yourself. Either way, the press usually knows the answer or think they know it before they ask the question, so telling them `No comment' is the best course of action."

Jerran downed the rest of the raktageno and said, "Now I can see why Vulcan does not have a political system like Earth's." He then got up and slowly walked out of the lounge, waving to the bartender as the door closed behind him.

<NRPG> Just a quicky to show that I'm still here. I'm on shoreleave as well, back at home in Tampa for the weekend, so I haven't been able to get online too much. I'll be back at FSU tomorrow. Hopefully they'll have some data for me to analyse, but that's another story :P

Heh, I couldn't top the shoreleave story I had back at Earth, so I didn't even bother trying this time ;)

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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                    *
* Dr. Alexa Denora, Sci Admin, Kachaira III Colony, alt.starfleet.rpg      *
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* Daisemi'in rhhaensuriuu            * Of the Chief parts of the           *
* meillunsiateve                     * Ruling Passion only this            *
* rh'e Mnhei'sahe yie ahr'en:        * Can be truly said:                  *
* Mnahe afw'ein qiuu,                * Hate has a reason for everything    *
* rh'e hweithnaef                    * But love is unreasonable            *
* mrht Heis'he ehl'ein qiuu          * --Rihannsu Proverb                  *
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USS FEYNMAN: Prelude to Disaster

by Andrew Catterick 7-8-1996

SD: 80708.1330
Scene: 10-Forward
>
> Jerran downed the rest of the raktageno and said, "Now I can see why
> Vulcan does not have a political system like Earth's." He then got up and
> slowly walked out of the lounge, waving to the bartender as the door
> closed behind him.
>
Bat put the polished glass down on the bar and then flipped the cloth around the back of his neck and stretched his muscles, smiling. It was good now that things were getting back to normal.

"Hey Bat you ready?" A voice called out from the door.

"Guys! Shall we have a drink to begin the festivities?" He asked as he set up three glasses on the bar.

"Of course!" MCPO Mike Larocque replied as he settled into the bar stool.

"What'll it be?" Bat asked as he grabbed for the bottle of Dewar's behind him.

"Scotch." Larocque and PO John Barron ordered.

"I'll have a sloe gin fizz." Ensign Matt Fuhrman added.

All three men stopped in mid pour and turned to stare at the transporter chief. He returned the stare with a sheepish grin. "I was in the mood for something..." He groped for the proper word but failed. "...fruity."

"Lance!" Mike said, indignantly. Due to his good looks and numerous 'encounters' Fuhrman had been given the nickname Lance Romance. He hated it.

Bat grabbed the shot glass away from him while looking towards the heavens. "I do my best, I really do. I try to teach them the old ways, the good ways. Why do you test me?" He replaced the glass with a tall hour-glass shaped one and began to pour the concoction. "Would you like a straw or maybe a little umbrella?"

The three men laughed at their friend.

"So what'll it be boys? A little carousing on the market level? Some debauchery in a holodeck? Or a good old fashioned brawl at the Wall?"

"Uh, Bat didn't you hear the captain's orders? No trouble while on the base."

"And?" He asked refilling the three shot glasses and shaking his head at Fuhrman, stirring the ice in his drink with his straw.

"And maybe we better tone it down a little on this one."

"Yeah," Barron added. "Commander Maril sounded serious and I definitely don't want to be on his dicisplinary list." He shuddered at the thought of the last time he was up for discipline.

Bat shook his head. "All that means is we can't kill anybody. C'mon you can't be telling me after almost dying of the plague you want to skip shore-leave and stay aboard playing bridge and drinking Sloe Gin Fiz!"

"No, we're not saying we should skip shore-leave. We should tone it down a little this time."

"I always keep it toned down! Hell if I took you boys to my usual haunts you'd probably internally combust! We can have a good time without causing too much havoc."

"Doing what?" Fuhrman asked, unconvinced. "Listen, I don't want to be stuck down in the transporter room for the rest of my career."

"You let me handle the itinerary. For now go put on some civies."

"Why?"

"Hey you wanted low-key!"

<<<NRPG>>>

Thought I'd dust off some of my NPCs and take them out for a spin under Bat's 'watchful eye'<EG>

Respectfully, Andy

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

USS FEYNMAN: Ready Room

by Max Felsher 7-8-1996

SD 80708.2200(GMT)
MD 6.1600
First Officer's Office

Maril was just finishing up on his work, when, on his communicator, he heard, [Zane to Maril.]

"Maril here."

[Commander, could you meet me in my Ready Room.]

"Could Abrazi the sailor leave the sea?"

[Good. Zane out.]

Ready Room

As Maril entered, Zane was looking over some information. "Sit down, Commander."

Maril did, and Zane started. "Well, I just learned of our new mission. Again, we are the pawn."

Maril was taken aback. "Captain?"

"Here's the story. The Admiral suspects that those four ships which were just within our sensor range are part of Gray Fleet."

Maril had heard of the Gray Fleet, though more in passing than in actual information about it. It was a favorite threat of the Admiral, one he used often.

"Anyway, right now, the Gray Fleet lacks ships as well as officers. The Admiral believes that they are trying to prove themselves. Unfortunately, no one really is keeping an eye on them."

"A dog without a leash."

"Exactly. Admiral Nicholas wants to set a trap for these ships. Again we are a pawn, sort of. We are to go into the Coalsack, and map the area to try to find pirate bases. The Admiral thinks that, once we leave, the four will pick up our report and go into the 'Sack themselves to destroy the pirate bases."

"I see. It is also a good chance to map the bases in and of itself. The Feynman is also a good choice, considering the DELPHI array."

"Yes, and Admiral Nicholas is going to promote it. It should be widely covered by the press."

"That way, when the ships do enter the 'Sack, at least someone will be watching. And the reason you ordered the crew to answer, 'No comment.' You're sure the Gray Fleet ships will go in?"

"No, I don't think they could resist such a temptation. But there's always the element of uncertainty."

"They also might be "scared away" by all the press. They might realize that if they went to do something, someone would be watching."

"It's possible."

"Also, Captain, I'm not sure the Feynman is up to going into the 'Sack. We may have a fine sensor array, but when it comes to defense, ...."

"I realize that, Commander. All it means is that, since we don't have teeth or claws, we'll have to use our eyes and our feet."

Maril smiled. "Captain, I am the one who speaks in metaphors."

Zane smiled back. "Yes. Now, I do realize that we'll have to get this ship into top form. We need everything working and at its best. If we don't see something coming, or we can't get out of there quickly enough, we could be just a bunch of shrapnel and DNA floating through the 'Sack."

"Understood. I'll get people to work. I think, however, we should at least tell the crew what's going on, because the press will be all over us."

Zane nodded. "Let's set the briefing for two days from now at 1400 hours."

"I will inform the crew, sir."

"Good. Dismissed, Commander."

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

NRPG: Just a little post to pass the time. I think that everyone will probably be working on something in their department to give us an edge(maybe doing some work on the DELPHI array, or warp engines, or weapons systems, etc.) This will probably only be the last day or so(I guess) and of course it is shore leave, so do whatever you want! :)

Andy: Hope I wasn't a little too assuming. If there's a problem with the briefing time(which, BTW, would be SLD 2.1400), I think we could just say it was a different time. I chose that because I thought they would want to at least inform the senior crew about it, but, at SLD 1.2300, Jerran said he didn't know anything about it.

Ted: I still haven't gotten anything from you regarding the BrOT(Bridge Officer's Test).

USS FEYNMAN: Night Before the Briefing

by Joseph Baker 7-9-1996

SD: 80709.0253
SLD: 1.2330
Scene: FCO's quarters

LTJG Jerran Terel walked into his quarters and tossed his red suede flight jacket over the chair in front of the desk, looking around to see if anyone was there, and noticing that she was conspicuously missing. Nowadays, ENS Cartwright was spending most of her off duty time in Terel's slightly more spacious senior officer quarters. They were actually considering puting in for one of the double officer's quarters for more room.

Laying his grey uniform top on the sofa carefully, he tapped the badge as he lifted it off and said, "Computer, locate Ensign Cartwright."

[ENS Cartwright is not onboard.] came the computer's unemotional reply.

She probably went out to EPSILON to partake upon shoreleave there with the rest of the crew, Jerran thought, remembering the small group of junior officers and NCO's who went into the lounge to talk to Bat as he was walking out. He sensed that they were more than a little restless, and that they probably had something up their sleeves which did not bode well considering CMDR Maril's orders against causing any trouble. But, he'd caused quite a bit of trouble on his last shoreleave, which, luckily, no one in the Federation had heard about yet, to know its therepeutical value. Far be it from him to deny these men a chance to do what sailors had been doing on shoreleave since the first ocean going vessels sailed the first oceans of the first worlds in the universe.

"Computer, list messages."

[LTCDR Onta Maril, 1630, Regarding: Mission Briefing. Warrant Officer 1st Class Charles Dunnon, 1700, Regarding: New Shuttles. ENS Jennifer Cartwright, 1800, Regarding: Hello Loverboy.]

Jerran chuckled and said, "Play messages in chronological order."

Maril's recorded voice came over the speaker as Jerran wandered over to the small lavatory facilities in the room to wash his face as he threw his t-shirt into a clothing recycling bin. [To all senior officers. Report to the holodeck on MD 7.1400. Izery when the armies from Jappa came, ladies and gentlemen. I want your departments at full readiness by this time, or well on the road to it. Everything will be explained tomorrow, and as I said before, the phrase for the day is "No comment."]

The FO's voice was abrubtly replaced by the chief shuttle pilot as his message said, [Those replacement shuttles have arrived, Lieutenant. I've got Tex and the cadets doing diagnostics on them right now. No complaints so far.]

As the shuttle pilot ended his message, Jerran made a mental note to try and requisition some more shuttles and possibly small fighters, in addition to some more pilots, if EPSILON can spare them.

[Hello, baby,] ENS Cartwright's message began. [t'Jon and I went out to paint EPSILON red, so don't wait up for me. Don't worry. I'll be back in time to get a good night's sleep for tomorrow. I'm sure you'll want to run one of your holodeck training programs for the kiddies again. Can we do WWI this time? You still haven't given me a chance to fly Richtofen's triplane, and I'm sure I can get you with it. See you then.]

"Computer, message to all flight department personnel. Meeting tomorrow morning, 0800."

[Message recorded and sent.]

"Computer, message to ENS Cartwright, Regarding: reply from loverboy. Think more on the lines of assault bee, fighters, and runabouts tomorrow for holodeck training, t'hy'la. I'll get more info tomorrow at the senior officer briefing."

Jerran slipped under the covers of his bed as he turned out the lights, slightly disapointed that he wouldn't get to shoot down his AFCO in a Sopwith Camel, but more excited about the prospects of a new mission.

<NRPG> Flight department ready and waiting :), Flight Controller ready to go kick some butt ;)

Kristin: Aren't you proud of me? I haven't bothered to mention a certain runabout crash in a while. I decided that it wasn't too prudent considering I just lost our entire complement of shuttles and the runabout on the last mission, something you've been gracious enough to overlook ;)

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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                    *
* Dr. Alexa Denora, Sci Admin, Kachaira III Colony, alt.starfleet.rpg      *
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* Daisemi'in rhhaensuriuu            * Of the Chief parts of the           *
* meillunsiateve                     * Ruling Passion only this            *
* rh'e Mnhei'sahe yie ahr'en:        * Can be truly said:                  *
* Mnahe afw'ein qiuu,                * Hate has a reason for everything    *
* rh'e hweithnaef                    * But love is unreasonable            *
* mrht Heis'he ehl'ein qiuu          * --Rihannsu Proverb                  *
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USS FEYNMAN: Shore Leave

by Kristen Gant 7-9-1996

Stardate: 80709.1317
Scene: Starbase Epsilon
Day one

After an unsuccessful search of the stations directory for her sister, Krysa decided to head back to the Feynman. She still needed to pack up Kavan’s things and ship them back to Betazed. As she rounded the corner heading for the a transporter station, she found several FEYNMAN crewmen surrounded by media people asking question. She was glad to see that they were all following directions. The only comment she heard was, ‘No Comment.’

She was glad she had decided not to wear her uniform down to the base. The reporters shouldn’t recognize her as Feynman crew let alone her second officer. She quietly slipped over to the transporter operators and whispered, “Lt. Jenn to go back to the FEYNMAN.”

The transporter chief glanced at the crowd of reports and nodded to her. “Don’t worry, we’re discrete Lt.”

Krysa nodded, appreciatively. She stepped up on to the transporter PADD and soon the horde of reporters was far behind her. She waved at the FEYNMAN transporter operator before stepping out into the corridor and heading back to her quarters with her new blouse.

Her quarters still felt wrong. She wondered how long it would take for that feeling to go away. She turned to the half finished box sitting on her table. She supposed it was lucky that he hadn’t been on the FEYNMAN long enough to collect too many trinkets... or too many memories. She stood there staring at the box her emotions churning. She just didn’t know what to feel.

It was so much easier when she was busy, so she immediately set to work finishing up the packing. She worked furiously for the next couple of hours until everything was in the box, everything but that damned keyboard which he used to do his writing. She had teased him about how much the tapping bothered her. He always said it soothed him.

Perhaps she could have gotten used to it... if there had been more time. She carried it to the box, but hesitated before putting it in. No this one thing she would keep. She didn’t think his parents would miss it, and she was beginning to think that she might. She set it back down, plugging it back into his computer.

Then she began to type. It sounded nothing like the quiet tapping that she had heard flow from Kavan’s fingers so often, but perhaps someday... She found herself chuckling. It seemed so silly to have become attached to an outdated mode of data entry...

Day Two

Krysa ran into Lt. Jerran in the corridor on the way to her office in the morning, “Terri,” she said calling to him.

“Hey Krysa,” he said quietly, “how are you doing?”

She smiled, “Good, thanks to you.”

“Me?” he said with a grin.

She nodded, “I’m amazed at how much better I feel after that Bajoran Death Chant.”

He nodded, “Yes it helps. Though it doesn’t take away all the pain.”

“No, not all of it,” she was thoughtful for a moment, then smiled, “Either way, I am grateful. I just wanted you to know that.”

“Where are you headed?”

“My office.”

“Krysa it’s shore leave! You should be relaxing, shopping, eating...” Jerran chided her.

“Actually, I’ve already done that. I don’t plan on being in my office very long, I assure you. There was a little remodeling being done, and I want to see how it turned out.” She held up a PADD, “This is my ‘shore leave’.”

“What is it?” he asked.

“It’s a novel, that I am going to convert in the Holodeck... Kavan wrote it,” She smiled, “I haven’t read it all yet. But what I have read, I’m very excited about.”

“What’s it about?”

“An ancient mythical animal. An Betazed it was called a ‘Thaelae’. I believe on Bajor they were referred to as ‘Y’craes’, and on Vulcan..,”

“‘Fali-tore’,” interrupted Jerran. “Ah yes... and if I remember correctly, on Earth the like would have been called ‘Dragons’.”

Krysa nodded, “You are correct.”

Regards,
Lt. Krysa Jenn

NRPG: Anyone wanna play with dragons on the holodeck. I don’t think Krysa would mind sharing her novel with anyone who would like to. Just something to keep me occupied while on shore leave :)

Kristen

USS FEYNMAN: Settling In

by Michael "Mike" Dailey 7-9-1996

SLD 2.1230
SCENE: LEAVING MARIL'S OFFICE

*Great J.C., you've made a good impression on your first XO. He already thinks I hate it here in your first hour. Looks like a good ship and crew after all * Thoughts of nursery rhymes, sayings, and riddles crept into J.C.'s head after meeting with the metaphoric Tamarian XO, the first he had ever met. * There was a young woman from Venus... oh well, I should probably see what my new home is like.*

Heading down the corridor after leaving the XO's office, J.C. passed several ratings changing a light disk in the ceiling. "Good afternoon, crewmen." The smaller, and younger fellow on top of the anti-gray unit had his shirt unzipped.

*No, I won't say anything, they're CPO will chew them if he thinks it necessary. I don't know how Zane's command style is yet. * They both stopped briefly, "Afternoon, Sir. Every no and then one of these disks go out. Guess they're supposed to last for three years."

Smiling at the two crewman, being so thoughtful to give him a lesson in light bulbs, "OK fellows. My name's Allard. And you two are?" They sounded off, the one on the floor first, then the one on the A.G. unit, "PO/2 Crossburn sir, PO/2 Bayham, sir."

"O.K. guys, carry on."

"Yes Sir, Mr. Allard. If you need anything from ship's services, call us!"

Getting into the lift, J.C. laughed to himself, *even after such a rough time on their last mission, everyone seems overflowing with energy* <Destination, please> The sound of the baritone computer voice startled J.C. back into reality. "Deck 5, computer". Moments later, J.C. paused in front of cabin 0522. * Well, this is it, home sweet home * J.C. closed his eyes, walked inside. When he heard the doors close behind him, slowly he opened his eyes. * WOW, this place is HUGE! I guess any place would seem big after sharing a door room with two other guys for four years *

J.C. unpacked his few possessions, civilian clothes, his books by his bed, his holo movies by his desk, three photo cubes on the table. There. Now it's home, bare, but home. VERY bare. I'll have to get some stuff to brighten it up. "Computer, increase temperature by 5 degrees C." <Acknowledged> *There, now it feels even better*

Sitting at his desk, J.C. swung his terminal towards him. "Computer, access recent mission logs of USS FEYNMAN"

<Acknowledged, mission synopsis are in reverse chronological order. Do You wish you view individual unrestricted logs as well?>

"No computer, this is fine" After reading a bit of the history of the Feynman, J.C. was surprised. * Guess this ship does see it's share of action. *

"Computer, who is my predecessor, Ensign Fobok?" <Access denied, clearance zeta-3 or higher required for service records.>

"Oh well, cancel inquiry." *Guess I'll go check out this new 10-foreward. Hope the keeper has some Ssuriv juice and hot chocolate.*

Submitted,
Ensign J.C. Allard
USS FEYNMAN CSO/TAC
Mike Dailey
splatter2@qtm.net

USS FEYNMAN: Settling In Part 2

by Michael "Mike" Dailey 7-9-1996

SLD 2.1300
SCENE: ABOUT TO LEAVE QUARTERS

As he was getting up to leave for 10-foreward, J.C. stopped and sat back down at his desk. "Computer, display auxiliary craft complement of the FEYNMAN."

<Working, USS FEYNMAN carries 5 SW-21 shuttles, and one S-20 Runabout>.

"Hmm. No S-19 escort shuttles?"

<Negative, this class starship standard compliment does not carry the heavier-armed, more maneuverable S-19 class shuttles.> * Damn, oh well *.

"Computer, who is the Senior Hangar Deck Officer?"

<WO1 C. Dunnon>. "Computer, send message to that officer, request an informal meeting, his convenience. Also, display the FCO's pilot credentials."

* Wonder how good a pilot the FEYNMAN'S FCO is. Maybe I'll challenge him to a 'little training exercise', if he's up to it*

<Working, message sent. Unable to comply, access to senior officers...>

"Cancel inquiry, computer." Looking at the empty spot at the foot of his bed, J.C. asked, "Computer, what is the ship's standing order for personal pets?"

<Working, non-sentient pets may be kept with prior approval from the XO.> *Good, maybe I can get Benjamin here next time we're home. Oh well, enough of this, now it's off to the lounge.*

submitted,
Ensign J.C. Allard
CSO/TAC USS FEYNMAN
Mike Dailey
Splatter2@qtm.net

USS FEYNMAN: Fish Out of Water...

by Joseph Baker 7-9-1996

SD: 80709.1935 (GMT)
SLD: 2.1330
Scene: FCO's quarters

"I think the cadets are coming along rather well," ENS Cartwright said as she and Jerran walked into his room. He immediately went over to his bedroom to change out of the flight jumpsuit he was wearing and into a regular duty uniform for the briefing in a half an hour. "I'm glad the Training Corp let decided to let them stay for the next mission."

As Jerran washed up and put on a new shirt, he nodded and said, "Yeah, but I'd still prefer to get some real pilots for this next mission. If the tone of CMDR Maril's voice on that message about the briefing was any indication, we might need them. Computer, list messages."

[One message forwarded by WO1 Charles Dunnon, originally from ENS Allard.]

"Ah, our new security chief. Play message."

As he got dressed, the FCO listened to the CSO's message concerning beefing up the flight department with other types of fighters. He raised an eyebrow but made no comment till the message had played out. "Computer, response to ENS Allard's message as follows: Suggestions noted and appreciated. However, in the future, any comments and suggestions dealing with the flight department should be sent directly to me. End Message."

"Wasn't that a little harsh?" Jennifer said as she plopped herself down on the couch. "Afterall, this probably is his first deep space assignment."

"True, but he's got to learn this from someone. Better it be me and my style than for him to do the exact same thing with someone like LT Koreth and end up getting his head bitten off for it."

He walked over and kissed Jennifer before walking towards the door. As he was about to leave, she said, "Speaking of the CEO, scuttlebut is that you had better stay out of engineering for a while. That maneuver you did blew out quite a few SIF and IDF relays, and so you are not exactly on his list of favorite people."

"Oh, I guess you're right. As soon as the meeting is over, I'll go down and help put together some of the damage I created. A couple of the new shuttles should be arriving sometime around then, so you'll have to get them and catalog them."

"Aye, sir," she said with a mock salute from the couch as he walked out toward the holodeck.

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Scene: Holodeck

Considering the holonovel LT Jenn was working on this morning when LTJG Jerran had passed by her in the hallway, he was somewhat expecting to see dragons floating around the sky scape as he walked into the holodeck, but was instead surprised to see the table with the PADDs sitting near the blue glowing door.

He picked up a PADD and walked towards the door, thinking it was a forcefield. He touched it lightly with his hand and felt it go through water. Smiling, he walked through the threshhold, holding his breath.

As a half Vulcan, he was too genetically inclined to swim underwater, usually, let alone breath under it, but when one of the finned humanoids came up and told him it was alright to breath, he tried it. It was somewhat difficult to breath, but he got used to it rather quickly and followed the mermaid to the briefing area. He decided this was probably payback for making the crew walk up the steps of Mount Seleya in Vulcan's thin, dry atmosphere.

When he arrived, he watched as LT Koreth dismounted his sea horse, and gave the CEO a slight, apologetic smile as he wandered over to the buffet table which the OPS officer was already conspicuously attacking, as was usual. Jerran was glad to see that the death of her husband hadn't killed Krysa's appetite. He got a few seafood delicacies and sat down at the table, awaiting the arrival of the rest of the senior officers.

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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                    *
* Dr. Alexa Denora, Sci Admin, Kachaira III Colony, alt.starfleet.rpg      *
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* Daisemi'in rhhaensuriuu            * Of the Chief parts of the           *
* meillunsiateve                     * Ruling Passion only this            *
* rh'e Mnhei'sahe yie ahr'en:        * Can be truly said:                  *
* Mnahe afw'ein qiuu,                * Hate has a reason for everything    *
* rh'e hweithnaef                    * But love is unreasonable            *
* mrht Heis'he ehl'ein qiuu          * --Rihannsu Proverb                  *
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USS FEYNMAN: How About a Swim?

by Kristen Gant 7-10-1996

Stardate: 80710
Scene: Holodeck 3
SLD: 2.1330 (Mission briefing is at 2.1400 right?)

Krysa had barely finished initializing her holo-novel when she got a message from Commander Zane that she needed to have her briefing program ready for the mission briefing. She had almost forgotten. Kavan’s novel would have to wait. She stored that program and brought out her briefing program. After about a couple hours of finishing touches she felt it was ready. She called Bat and he met her at the Holodeck.

“You look tired, Bat.”

“Oh please, don’t remind me. I took some of the guys down to Epsilon last night. They had to kick us out sometime this morning. I am tired!”

Krysa chuckled. “Well, I hope you’re up for this.”

“I wouldn’t think of letting you down,” he said with a grin, attempting to push the late night/early morning look from his face. “I’m ready when you are.” he asked her.

She nodded, “Computer, run briefing program Jenn One.”

Krysa walked through the open doorway into a small room, followed closely by Bat. On one wall was a long table with eight PADD’s set out. On the wall opposite the Arch was an open door way with a blue shimmering energy field blocking it.

<Good Morning, Krysa,> came her own voice over the speakers, <Please take a PADD and enter through the blue doorway.>

Bat smiled, “Much better then the old computer voice,”

<Good Morning, Bat> Krysa’s voice said again, <Welcome to today’s mission briefing.>

Krysa chuckled. She picked up a PADD and motioned for Bat to head through the doorway.

“Why do you need a special PADD?” asked Bat.

“You’ll see,” she said with a grin.

“Ladies, first,” he objected.

“Not this time, my friend,” she smiled.

Bat shrugged, “I should know better by now,” he murmured more to himself then to her. He always seemed to be the guinea pig for these little briefing programs. Then he walked through the door and disappeared from her view. Krysa followed him immediately stepping through the doorway.

She was immediately immersed in water standing on a small ledge. She could feel the water as soft currents carried it like a breeze around her. Yet she was breathing normally. She looked around, to see a muscular merman standing there motioning for her to follow him. <If you will follow me.> he said telepathically.

She smiled, pleased with the final full effect of her program. She looked beyond the ledge to see Bat having a grand time swimming through the 3D aqua world, doing flips and rolls along with a pretty mermaid. She laughed, glad to see he was enjoying it.

“So what do you think,” She called. While she could talk under the water, her voice was slightly distorted.

He swam over to her, followed by the mermaid, and landed his feet on the ledge next to her. “I love it! So I take it the PADD’s are waterproof?” Krysa nodded and he continued, “How is it that we can talk and breath under all this water?” he asked with the same distorted effect on his voice.

“Because you are with an Imarian Aquine,” she said with a smile.

“A what?” then looking at the mermaid, he said, “Her? The mermaid?”

Krysa nodded, “Pretty close, Bat. Actually she is an Imarian Aquine from the planet Imari. It is a planet much like Earth, being over 50% water. However, there are two sentient species on the planet. One being the Aquines,” she said motioning at their escorts, “and the other being the Avines. Both are humanoid, except that the Aquines have gills as well as lungs and the Avines have wings as well as arms. If we were on land meeting the ‘merman’, you wouldn’t even know he was a merman. They only have their tails when immersed in water.”

“Can’t say as I’ve ever met one.”

Krysa smiled, “No, not likely, they are very new members of our Federation.”

“Course that still doesn’t explain how I can breath down here.”

“Actually it does,” she said smiling, “Each Imarian Aquine can ‘breath’ for approximately two or three non-Aquines. I’m not really sure of the biology behind it. Perhaps Dr. Glin’kharr could explain it; I can’t. I just know that it works. So as long as you’re with your escort, you should have no problem breathing,” she assured him, “So it’s fun, isn’t it?”

“That it is,” he said stepping off the ledge as he did a few more spins through the water. “So where are we holding this meeting?” She pointed down toward a dark cavern where another muscular merman sat guarding the entrance. It was the only cave entrance so should be difficult for her fellow crewmates to follow.

The two swam down to the merman who meet them, “Good tide, Krysa. The meeting awaits you.” He bowed gallantly to the Betazoid woman and then turned to Bat, “Good tide to you as well, Sir.”

Bat and Krysa nodded and swam into the cavern which was lit by luminescent rocks which lined portions of the walls.

They continued down the lit tunnel until the came to a large cavern where a conference table had been set up. Bat’s buffet table was set up as well, waiting for him to come up with a few surprises to place upon it.

“How do you expect me to set a table down here. My liver pate would be ruined, not to mention those cute little sandwiches I spent all morning cutting,” he said chuckling. “I can just see them floating through the water now.”

“Hmm,” she said with a raised eyebrow, “I’m sure you can come up with something suited to the decor.”

“Sure... but will anyone eat it.” Then he glance at her, “...besides you, my dear.”

Krysa laughed and swam over to the table to help Bat prepare his part of this briefing.

Regards,
Lt. Krysa Jenn

NRPG: Enjoy!! I was in need of a good swim :)

BTW, I did not create the Imarian Aquine race nor their planet. They were created by a friend of mine, Judi Marko, for a character she plays in another RP group. I thought they were fun, so here it is. Have fun ! :)

Kristen

USS FEYNMAN: A Whole New World

by Jason Bostjancic 7-10-1996

SD: 80710

As normal, the Feynman CEO completely disregarded the shore leave orders. There was always work to be done. After the last mission he had to replace one of the structural integrity field generators. And Tarrant cursed Jerran's name every second of it. Not so much out of jealousy, but because of the absolute lack of thought at what his manuever almost did. The backup SIF was at 14% when they finally pulled out of the little maneuver. Had Tarrant not have been at an Engineering Panel, the Feynman would have been no more.

Then there was the Captain's new chair. That was something a little more interesting to build. A tungsten-duranium alloy would provide the support needed for what Tarrant had in mind. The chair itself would have 360 deg. rotation. And a special addition, a PGR (Personal Gravity Restraint). Emitters throughout the chair would produce a type of gravity beam that would keep the Captain in his chair should the ship be thrown about. All he would have to do would be to touch a ergonomically placed button on the left arm. Or he could set it for automatic use.

Now though the CEO found himself heading to holodeck 3. The future awaited, and he was a little hungry for action. Probably the Klingon part of him coming out a little, and the fact that he missed being at tactical when the Cardassian's arrived.

Scene: Holodeck 3
MD: 2:1350

Tarrant stepped through the arch and found himself in another room. <Gasp> At the far side he saw the blue opening. After the last few briefings this time Tarrant came prepared... almost. Carefully the CEO let his hand enter the blueish substance and felt wet. Removing it, it came out dry. A few wavy figures could be seen inside.

"At least we won't be dripping throught the ship after this."

Then he realized that Krysa would probably stop anyone from altering her little world with a PADD inside. Water, even holographic, could be programmed to render equipment useless.

After remembering the Flying Carpet incident during the Egypt holobriefing where he slammed into the Great Pyramid, Tarrant pondered his next choice carefully. Finally he gave in.

After a moment he accessed some of the commands and brought out something more to his style, then he entered the waterworld.

"Good Tide, Sir." Announced the fishy figure.

Tarrant found himself floating in water. Worse, he could never swim all that well. He started to panic a little before he realized that he could take a breath.

(Good old Krysa) Thought Tarrant. Then he looked around and found his transportation. His little addition.

To his right was a Giant Seahorse, perfect for the partial klingon to jump on. To its right another merfolk had saddled himself on one of the creatures.

"Your steed sir. I will be your escort."

...............

A smile, a true smile, was glued to Tarrant's face. The Sea Horse was absolutely perfect. Instead of rushing directly to the cave, the CEO touk a roundabout course checking out the other sea life. His programmed escort continued to try and get him to the cave ahead, but wouldn't leave his side.

Tarrant had never thought of water as fun before, nor did he ever really care for sea life. But this was incredible.

Finally he entered the cave, and dismounted. "Good boy" blurbed Tarrant as he patted the Sea Horse.

Entering the conference area, Tarrant spotted the OPS officer and gave her a deep "Good Tide, Krysa."

<NRPG>

Now back to my little hurricane. BERTHA.

Respectfully,
Jason

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

"Quoth the Raven 'Nevermore'"

USS FEYNMAN: Ready-room-->Swim

by Andrew Catterick 7-10-1996

SD:80710
Scene: Ready-room

[....Commander I am very tired and this conversation is giving me a headache. You have your shuttles but I will be investigating *all* of the facts as to just why you need so many replacements at one time. And if I find even a suspicion of negligence on your part or by any one under your command I am going to personally see to it that the weight of Starfleet Command comes bearing down on you until you wished you were never thawed out of that test-tube.] She smiled viciously.

"Captain," He began again, trying desperately to remain calm "I have told you several times. Please read my report, or the report of any other member of the senior staff and you will see that the shuttles were..."

[Commander let me assure you that I have indeed read the fiction you call a report and let me just say that I've been around long enough to have heard all the excuses and this feeble attempt at one won't wash. Officially your report has been accepted and I have no choice to transfer *my* shuttles to you. But as soon as I can dig up proof...your mine.] The screen went blank.

Feeling like putting his fist through the wall or indulging in a primal scream to release the pent up rage and frustration. He instead opted for a beverage to help calm him down. "Coffee, Mocha Java, hot." He picked up the replicated cup and returned to his desk. *God she hates me.* He thought. *Ever since Bat and I 'liberated' the NOGURA she's been out to get me. Well,* he smiled. *Not this time.*

The door chime interrupted his silent victory. "Come."

"Sorry to bother you Captain I just have to get your signature and some reports, fuel consumption, docking transcripts etc."

Zane accepted the offered PADD and began to scan the reports. "Where's Chief Larocque?"

"He, uh....well he asked me to assist you today on account of his being dead. Sir."

"I see. Would this be a Bat Durensten induced death Yeoman?"

"I'm not sure sir. The Chief was late for our morning brief so I stopped by his cabin to make sure he was okay....."

"And." Zane prompted.

"He was passed out on the floor and two others were in similar positions."

"Barron and Fuhrman." It was a statement not a question. "Wasn't Bat there?"

"No sir. Actually I stopped by 10-Forward before I went to the Chief's quarters, in case he was having a late breakfast and had forgotten our meeting. Mr. Durensten was there, polishing his glass and seemed quite....healthy."

"I see." He handed back the PADD.

"Will there be anything else sir?"

"No. Thank-you Lieutenant."
_______________________________________________
Scene: Holodeck 3

Entering the holodeck Zane found himself in a small room with rock walls. In the center was a table with a number of PADDs on top.

Following the instructions he soon found himself standing in a huge room. It took him a second to realize that he was completely submerged in water! And he was able to breathe comfortably. In front of him. trident in hand, was what he thought resembled a Merman, if his memories of Earth mythology were correct.

<Good tide to you sir.> The merman gestured with his trident <If you will follow me.>

It was at this time Zane remembered he couldn't swim. Seeming to realize his charge's predicament the Merman offered his arm. The CO hesitated. He had an image to keep and showing up at the briefing towed by someone else....well he may as well just don some water-wings. Again the Merman came to the rescue. <Take my staff, it will provide you the ability.>

Gratefully Zane accepted the offered trident and was soon gliding through the warm waters beside his guide. All too soon they came to a cave opening and near the seabed. His guide stopped and pointed to the mouth of the cave. <Follow the cave and you will find what you seek.>

"Thank you for your help."

Once again underway, he found himself enjoying his 'swim' as he darted through the narrow confines of the cave, the initial fear of his predicament replaced by the exhilaration at the maneuvers the staff was allowing him to mdo.

It was with a slight feeling of disappointment he came to a gentle 'landing' in the underwater conference chamber.

"Well I have to admit I was very surprised when I found myself under water but I really did enjoy myself. Good work Lieutenant."

The OPS officer offered a platter. "Scallops?"

Zane wrinkled his nose. Even with his overly-healthy appetite seafood was rarely on the menu." No thanks. I think I'll just stick to the danishes. I need the sugar to keep my energy reserves high."

"Good thing you have to swim your way out of here or you'd never fit in that chair you've got the engineering staff slaving away on." Bat added as he moved a few bowls around on the buffet.

"Ah Mr. Bartender. Would you mind telling me why three crew members missed their shifts today."

"You know I'm really disappointed in those boys. They just don't make'em like they used to."

"Yes well they'll be pulling double-duty for the next two weeks thanks to your little 'outing' last night."

Bat sighed. "Well, can't say I blame you. It is too bad, they were only letting off steam after facing death and winning. Still if you can't pay the piper....Ah Mr. Koreth I have some seafood here I saved especially for you." Bat made a quick get away, knowing Zane was getting around to his own chastisement.

Noticing that all of the senior staff had arrived Zane sat at the table. A few minutes later each officer joined him. Bat made a quick scan of the buffet table to make sure everything was to his satisfaction before leaving, a mermaid on each arm.

"Before we get into our upcoming mission specifics I want to address our current staffing situation. As you know, Lt. Krazny has not awoken from his coma. Unfortunately the blow to his head has done much more damage to his brain than it was first assumed. The result being that he could emerge from his coma today, next month or never." Zane sighed clamping down on the emerging memory of Captain West. "So, I have officially transferred him from the FEYNMAN to EPSILON medical. Until Fleet sends us a new counselor Ensign Sally Ryan will be heading the department." He turned to face the second officer. "Lieutenant based on your past experience I'd like you to keep an eye on the Ensign and give guidance where needed. But not too much, she has to take on the responsibilities and you have your own department to worry about."

"Aye sir." Krysa replied.

"Next," the captain continued, "it seems EPSILON dispatched us a CSciO while we were out at the Ring. Unfortunately he is missing and presumed dead. There are ships out searching but it is presumed the shuttle either fell victim of an accident or perhaps even some spiteful Cardassians. Again, until we receive a replacement the aCSciO will be heading the department." He turned to face Glin'kharr. "Doctor I'd like you to keep an eye on things in the sciences, same rules as Lt. Jenn though, your medical duties take precedence and I hope it won't interfere with your Command Testing."

"Yes sir." The wolf replied, perhaps a little unhappily.

"Fortunately, we have been sent a replacement for the CSO slot. For those of you who have not already done so meet Ensign J.C. Allard. Welcome aboard Ensign."

"Thank-you sir."

The captain paused for a sip of his coffee. He was now so comfortable in the underwater setting that he didn't even consider how he was able to consume the liquid while being submerged. "Now, Mr. Jerran, you have put me in a very bad position."

"Sir?"

"The loss of an entire complement of secondary vessels is not something the SILVER QM takes very lightly. She and I have had some run-ins before but the conversation I just had with her was, to say the least, distressing. Now not only do I have to explain to the QM but also Starfleet Command why we are in need of so many replacements at the same time but why I have seemingly rewarded the individual most responsible for their destruction."

"I'm not sure I follow sir." the FCO replied.

Zane rose. "Front and center Mr. Jerran."

As the surprised Jerran rose from his seat and walked/floated towards the captain he noticed the small black box in Zane's hand.

"Since coming aboard you have consistently performed your duties far above expectations, you have shown yourself to be an excellent officer, and excellent leader and essential part of the senior staff both through your actions and your ideas." He pulled the hollow pip from Jerran's collar and replaced it with a second full one. I hereby promote you to the rank of full Lieutenant with all the rights and privileges therein." He took a step and extended his hand. "Congratulations lieutenant."

<<<Joesph: Feel Free to respond>>>

While the newly promoted officer returned to his seat Zane remained standing. "This last mission was perhaps the toughest, most intense two days this ship has ever seen. It was certainly the closest we, as a group, came to our deaths. I am very proud of the results that the entire ship's complement created together but a special nod must of course be given to the medical and science departments who bore the brunt of this plague and conquered it. But even with all this expertise there were still two that stood out from the rest. Commander Maril, Lieutenant Glin'kharr."

Surprised both officers rose and moved to the head of the table.

"Without your perseverance in the face of incredible odds, your leadership, your intelligence and your sacrifices, I am certain that we would have all succumbed to the plague. I am pleased and honoured to present you both with the Leonard McCoy Medal for Medical Excellence." He pinned the medal on each officer. "Well done!"

<<<Feel free to respond.>>>

Zane gave the assembled group some time to congratulate their comrades as well as 'settle down' a bit from the excitement before continuing.

"Now, to the mission. Essentially we have two. The first is a patrol into the Coalsack." He paused to examine the faces of each officer. The coalsack was almost entirely unexplored it meant untold adventure as well as danger. "As you know the coalsack is a fairly in hospitable place and we have very few reliable charts of the area. With the construction of the new base as well as the general shift into this region it needs to be more fully charted. The FEYNMAN provides and excellent platform to do this not only for her maneuverability if the 'weather' gets a little rough in there but for the DELPHI array."

"As some of you are aware the last few months have seen increased acts of piracy, especially in the vicinity of the 'sack. Fleet thinks these pirate bases are hidden within the coalsack so while we chart we're to try to pinpoint as many of these bases as we can."

"Will we be engaging these bases?" The new CSO asked.

"No, our priority is to find the bases and pass the information along to EPSILON for future operations. The FEYNMAN can outgun any of the pirate ships we've seen so far. But a large number of them could do some real damage."

"That sounds pretty straight-forward. Why your worry about the crew being questioned by the press?" Maril asked.

"Because this will be a high-profile mission. The Admiral wants everyone to know who is going, where we're going and when. Which brings me to the second part of our mission. The Admiral has done some digging and found that the mystery fleet we ran into at the Ring is made up of some washed-out officers who have commandeered ships from GREY Fleet. It seems that they and there sympathizers in the hierarchy feel if they 'come to the rescue' the public will demand they get reinstated. So, if they know were going in to find the pirates...."

"...they'll be waiting for us so they can steal the information, put a few quantum torps down our throat and then they'll waltz in and wipe out the pirates." Koreth finished the sentence.

"Well after the last mission I asked the Admiral for something with a little bit more tension."

"Just how do you propose we face those four warships?"

"Its not nearly as bad as it seems. One. The officers aboard are in GREY Fleet because they couldn't cut it in the real fleet. Two those ships are there because they weren't able to get up to specs during their design. The SOLAR and AGAMEMNON class vessels are the original prototypes and were scrapped because by the time they were completed most of their technology was already outdated."

"And the two STORM class vessels?"

"We're not sure about them." Zane admitted. "But review of our sensor logs show that neither of them have had phaser cannons attached to their hardpoints. Its likely it would be an even match."

"Any questions?"

<<<NRPG>>>

I'll leave it there because you know as much as me! (And this is a little longer than I'd planned)

You all know the drill, fill in your departmental readiness reports, as well as your observations, thoughts, problems etc on the upcoming mission.

Staffing:

Enthusiastic congrats to our promotee and medal recipients. Well Derserved! Let me know if you want to add a line to your service record reflecting your promotion/award.

ALL: Please remove Charles Jencks and Ian Stenquist from your mailing lists, as well as Andrew N for those of you who haven't already done so.

Charles/Ian: If you are lurking out there and read this...sorry but we couldn't wait any longer. If you are able to return to ASR in the future and you want to reactivate your characters I've left you an opening. You'll have to report back to SB ALPHA for reassignment.

New and improved roster to follow.

Regards,
Andy-->Tired Fingers.

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

USS FEYNMAN: MSG REPLY (Before Briefing)

by Michael "Mike" Dailey 7-11-1996

SD 80711.0230
SCENE: Before leaving for briefing

> "Computer, response to ENS Allard's message as follows: Suggestions
> noted and appreciated. However, in the future, any comments and
> suggestions dealing with the flight department should be sent directly
> to me. End Message."

"Computer, reply to that message" <working>, "ORDERS received and understood, SIR!, and my compliments to your fully equipped shuttle fleet. At your convenience, during our off time, would the Lt. care to indulge in a 'little training match', once the FEYNMAN is restocked."

"End and send, computer. Also, send a message to DS-5, LtCmdr. Allard. Hi There! Posted to USS FEYNMAN under Zane. Fairly pleasant crew, haven't met very many yet. Will write more later. Bye. Justin. End and send that too, computer."

ENS J.C. Allard
CSO/TAC USS FEYNMAN
Mike Dailey
Splatter2@qtm.net

USS FEYNMAN: During and After the Meeting

by Joseph Baker 7-12-1996

SD: 80712.2300

As LT Jerran Terel accepted the second pip from the Captain, his Vulcan side still would not allow his Bajoran side to show the pride he was feeling, but he did have a sligh, unmistakable smile on his face as he floated back to his seat, his fellow crewmembers giving him quiet votes of confidence before the commander continued. He made a note to make sure that he helped the commander with that shrew of a QM on EPSILON. He figured it was best, though, to go through other channels to get the needed shuttles. And, as Zane explained the mission into the Coalsack, he realised they might just need a little more firepower, perhaps even some of the fighters which the new CSO, ENS Allard had mentioned. He quickly made a note in his PADD to ask the Ensign where he might acquire such ships without having to incur the prying eye of the QM.

As for pilots, he had been able to dig up five pilots so far from EPSILON, in addition to another three arriving from ALPHA in the next couple of days, just in time to come aboard before the FEYNMAN left dock. Now he just needed to get the ships for them. With the shuttles Zane had been able to get from the QM in addition to the two Assault bee sleds they already had, it shouldn't take too many more ships to get as decent compliment. It'd be crowded in the shuttlebays, but Jerran was sure WO Dunnon could handle the load.

After the commander finished with his part of the briefing, a few of the officers asked some questions concerning the mission, and then they filed out as best they could in the awkwardly aquatic environment. Jerran caught up with LTJG Glin'kharr, which was not too hard considering the good doctor's people weren't known for their swimming prowess, and said, "Doctor, if you need any help with the your added duties in the science department, please don't hesitate to ask. I have had training at the Vulcan Science academy in the various natural sciences, and would be glad to assist, when my duties permit."

"Thank you, Lieutenant. I appreciate the sentimate."

Jerran nodded and swam off towards the exit, stumbling slightly as he walks over to the dry side. He smiled as he noticed that his clothes were immediately dry, and he walked off the 'deck without worry of dripping all over the ship.

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Scene: Main Shuttlebay, half an hour after meeting

The flight department stood at attention in front of the new runabout NOGURA II as Jerran walked in. They cheered him as the door closed, and congratulated him on his promotion. He smiled to them and thanked them. After a moment, his expression became more sober as he shouted all of a sudden, "Attention on deck!"

Surprised, the group of pilots knew not what else to do other than follow their FCO's orders as they got into the same line in front of the runabout. He walked in front of them, examining each one's uniform, stopping in front of ENS Cartwright. "You're out of uniform, Mister!"

"I am sorry, sir! I was not aware that this was not the uniform of the day, sir!" she said crisply.

Jerran raised an eyebrow and said, "I suggest you get into uniform immediately, Lieutenant!"

"Aye, aye, sir..." she stopped for a moment as what he had just said sunk in and she turned to him questioningly and said, "Sir?"

"Was I studdering, Lieutenant JG Cartwright?" He smiled to her and pulled out a small box, opening it to reveal a small hollow pip which he put on her collar. "This will have to do for now, but I don't want to see this sort of thing happen again. You've already been a bad enough influence on both Mr. Dunnon and Chief t'Jon. Front and center, you two."

The human shuttle pilot and the Andorian flight controller marched out of the line and stood in front of Jerran as he pulled out another pair of boxes, pinning a new Chief Warrant Officer's pip on Dunnon's collar and a Senior Chief Petty Officer's chevron on t'Jon's.

"Back in line," he said with a smile. "Now, I won't say anything to the Captain about these lapses in the dress code, as long as it doesn't happen again."

"No, sir!" everyone shouted at the same time.

Jerran laughed and said, "Come on, you group of misfits. The first round of synthehol at EPSILON is on me. The second round is on our other Lieutenant," winking at Jennifer. The pilots cheered again and followed their FCO out of the bay.

<NRPG> Just a quicky to give my NPC's a promotion as well, and to tell you I'm still around and ready for another mission :)

Joseph Baker
LT Jerran Terel
FCO USS FEYNMAN
NCC-66000

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* Joseph Baker                                                             *
* University of South Florida                                              *
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* Daisemi'in rhhaensuriuu            * Of the Chief parts of the           *
* meillunsiateve                     * Ruling Passion only this            *
* rh'e Mnhei'sahe yie ahr'en:        * Can be truly said:                  *
* Mnahe afw'ein qiuu,                * Hate has a reason for everything    *
* rh'e hweithnaef                    * But love is unreasonable            *
* mrht Heis'he ehl'ein qiuu          * --Rihannsu Proverb                  *
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USS FEYNMAN: Allard's Input

by Michael "Mike" Dailey 7-12-1996

SD 80712.2230
SCENE: HOLODECK BRIEFING

J.C. wiped his brow, perspiring just a bit. *What's wrong with me! I know, I probably just nervous.* Checking the quick notes he had made on his PADD from the 10-minute meeting with his Asst. Department Head, J.C. mentally rehearsed what he was going to say. This WAS his first briefing with Senior Line officers, not Academy NCO's or classroom Instructors. This wasn't a classroom, this was REAL life.

The lift stopped and deposited J.C. on the Holodeck. "Computer, senior officers' briefing?". <Ready, please enter>. J.C. entered through the massive Holodeck doors, to the wide-opened empty, black Holodeck grid, except for a strange glow on the far wall. He stopped, clutching the PADD in his left hand, "Computer, I requested the Holodeck for the briefing?" J.C. looked around, angry, but worried. Being fashionably late on this ship would not be a good idea.

Startled, the computer response was VERY different, a different voice!

<Hello and welcome, Ensign Justin Allard> said the unfamiliar voice. J.C. momentarily winced at someone using his given name. A small table materialized on the far wall, near the dark blue glowing blob. Upon it was another PADD.

"Computer, I have on already, SEE!" J.C. recalled the night his squad tried to override the academy computer, and lost. He held up his PADD, as if some unseen eyes of the blind computer could better observe it. <Please accept the one located on the table, and proceed through the door> With that, the small glowing blob turned into a door-sized glowing doorway. "O.K. I know I can't argue with a computer!" J.C. walked to the table, exchanged PADDs, pausing a moment to straighten his uniform, and stepped through the doorway, and

*OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! SNARK GEEETTTT MEEEE OOUUUTTTTTAAA HEREEEEE!!* The words burst into J.C.'s mind, but did not utter a sound, even a gurgling sound. Beyond fear, the feeling a non-swimmer had when totally submersed in water! Although he could see, and hear the "effects" of underwater, somehow he wasn't "wet". Risking life, and probably air, J.C. opened his mouth, and breathed as normal with astounding shock. *OK, I can handle underwater briefings.* He regained composure and control, slowly, looking around and seeing some sort of amphibious creature swim towards him.

*Do not worry. As long as you stay near one of us, you can breathe.* Taking a few more careful, test breaths, J.C. looked at the creature. *OK underwater briefings and Telepathic sea creatures. What was that Admiral's name.... *

*This way, I will take you to the others.* J.C. looked at her, not knowing if he was to walk, run, jump, or swim. He took a tentative step, and walked as normal. In seconds, he was surrounded by his shipmates. J.C. glanced at everyone, who were all Senior Officers to him, and came to attention. "Good afternoon, sirs." Many were talking among themselves before the meeting started. The XO and CO greeted him. J.C. took a seat beside a wolf in Medical clothing. *Wow, almost has the same fur colors as my pet Benjamin.*

Paying close attention to the CO and the other officers, but still looking around at his new shipmates, J.C. tried to put ranks, positions, and faces to the few names he knew, which was hard considering he had met no one except the XO. He smiled when the FCO was promoted and the Wolf CMO and the other Officer were awarded the Leonard McCoy award.

The Captain spoke up to Allard," Now we'll hear from Security. Allard, your report." J.C. stood, out of Academy drill when reporting to a Senior Officer, but mostly to keep from sitting doing nothing. "Sirs, I just reported in a few hours ago, and had a quick talk with my 2nd in command. Operational we're 100%. both Security and weapons. Staffing, I am short 6 technicians, which I've drafted the request and forwarded it to you, Commander Maril. I also found out I have two Middies assigned to Security. I'll be pairing them up with each of my NCO's to balance their training.

"As far as our mission, I have a few Ideas to tighten security ship wide, and better prepare my team for the surprises of the unknown. Readiness drills, including boarding, battle stations, and intruder control drills. My 2nd also informed my ship-wide Phaser qualifications for this half of the year are incomplete for many, umm, Senior Officers. J.C. gulped slightly. *They could all practice now, just stun me, please!* J.C. came to at-ease to signify that's all he had to say, hoping it was enough.

Submitted,
Ensign J.C. Allard
CSO/TAC USS FEYNMAN
Mike Dailey
Splatter2@qtm.net

USS FEYNMAN: Maril's View

by Max Felsher 7-13-1996

SD 80713.0230(GMT)
SLD 1.1300
Holodeck 2: BrOT

"Well, Mr. Glin'kharr, on to the next section. Computer, begin Bridge Officer's Test, Section:Tactical."

Again, the scene became the Bridge of the Feynman, except this time with Glin'kharr at the Tactical/Security station.

As Glin'kharr got used to the controls of the station, the holo-Zane walked onto the Bridge.

"Well, we have emergency orders. Starfleet has ordered us to proceed to Jasadi IV and destroy a terrorist base. It will be defended. Helm, set course for the Jasadi system and engage at Warp 7 when ready. Mr. Glin'kharr, yellow alert. Ready weapons."

As Glin'kharr followed the orders and the holographic Feynman sped into warp, his consience pulled at him. He was a medical officer; how could he destroy an entire base without provocation, even if it belonged to terrorists?

SLD 2.1345
Just Outside Holodeck 3

Maril stood outside the Holodeck doors, ready for blistering heat, killing dryness, or frightening cold. Even so, he was surprised by what he saw.

Maril noticed the blue light emanating from the other side of the room. He was about to go into it, but the computer stopped him.

<Hello, Commander Maril,> Lt. Jenn's voice rang out. <Please take a PADD.>

"Very well," Maril said, surprised, as he grabbed a PADD and transferred the memory.

Nothing matched the surprise, however, when he moved through the doorway. Suddenly, he found himself floating in water. He tried to hold his breath, but he had been caught without surveying the battlefield, and he had to finally open his mouth.

To his surprise, he could breathe. As he wondered how it was possible, a creature--like a reskolin of Tamarian mythology, or a merman of Terran-- appeared.

*Do not worry. As long as you stay near one of us, you can breathe.*

*Interesting,* Maril thought. *Very well. Where is the briefing?*

*Over there,* the merman said telepathically, pointing.

*Thank you.*

Maril swimmed fairly well(though not spectacularly) over to the briefing area. Tamarians were quite sea-oriented, and so swimming was quite important. Thus, Maril had extensive swimming experience from his childhood, and, of course, Starfleet training. Still, it was never something Maril was particularly interested in, and so he struggled a bit.

Finally, though, he reached the area. He found some food to his liking, and then sat down at the conference table.

As Commander Zane started, Maril tried to listen, though it was a little hard, considering the water.

After Jerran recieived his promotion, Maril congratulated him. He was very surprised, however, when the Captain called him up, along with Lt. Glin'kharr, and awarded both of them the Leonard McCoy Medal.

"Thank you, Captain," he said as Zane pinned the medal on his uniform.

"You deserve it, Commander," Zane replied.

As he sat back down, Maril felt a surge of pride. He had played an instrumental role in defeating the Plague, and he was proud of it.

The briefing continued, with Commander Zane outlining their new mission.

None of them knew it at the time, but one of the "mermen" standing just outside the conference area was no merman at all--in fact, he was a Starfleet officer. However, this officer wasn't in Red Fleet, Blue Fleet, Gold, Silver, or Indigo. This officer was from Gray Fleet, and at that moment, he was learning the plans of the Feynman.

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

NRPG: Yes, I know it's rather long, but I crammed quite a bit into one post. I'm sorry I haven't posted in a few days, but I was uunable to access CompuServe from Wednesday morning to this morning(Eastern Daylights Time).

Andy: I noticed a few errors in the roster. For one my E-Dress is still listed under the old one(zante@....) and second, Azelti Maril has left for his home, so you can take him off the NPC's lists(both regular and registered.) I hope the spy in the last paragraph isn't a problem, but I figured that the Gray Fleet would have someone behind the scenes trying to get information. If it's a problem, maybe a freak electrical shock will kill him. :D

Ted: Your next BrOT situation is at the beginning. I hope that part about his conscience was in character. :)

Ted, Jospeh: Congrats on the medal and promotion! :)

USS FEYNMAN: Allard's Input (Cont.)

by Andrew Catterick 7-13-1996

SD:80713.0900 SCENE: HOLODECK BRIEFING

> "As far as our mission, I have a few Ideas to tighten security ship wide, and
> better prepare my team for the surprises of the unknown. Readiness drills, including
> boarding, battle stations, and intruder control drills. My 2nd also informed my
> ship-wide Phaser qualifications for this half of the year are incomplete for many, umm,
> Senior Officers. J.C. gulped slightly. *They could all practice now, just stun me,
> please!* J.C. came to at-ease to signify that's all he had to say, hoping it was enough.

Zane looked around the table at the assembled officers some of them looking a little guilty. "I expect that situation to be rectified soon, preferably before we enter the Coalsack. See to it, Ensign Allard."

"Aye sir. When shall I book you in?"

Zane turned to stare at the new CSO and stopped himself from letting out the initial comment that was on the tip of tonque. He was overdue and he knew the Ensign was right. "I'll make sure I complete the qualifications drill before we lift." He smiled. "Fair enough."

"Yes sir."

"Good." He turned to face the group. "Now, as part of the press hoopla the Admiral has asked me to pass along his 'request' that we all cooperate with the press fully. As far as the crew is concerned its still 'no comment' but it is assumed that the senior staff know a little bit more about things so be prepared to drop them a few sound bites. Nothing substantial, just 'happy to do our part', 'looking forward to bringing security to the coalsack'. blah blah blah. Don't let them corner you into specifics and above all not a whisper of the SHADOW fleet."

He sipped the last of his coffee. "Any questions? Good. We're on shoreleave for 60 more hours and then we launch at 0800. Dismissed."

<<<NRPG>>>

I was just going to send out an NRPG but thought hey why not.

Mike Dawe's server is down for the next 3 days but his mail is being archived so keep him on your mailing lists. He has asked me to include some sort of dealings with the press so that they know what is going on before we leave. This is to keep in with our storyline and I suspect may involve the greater 'SILVER tapestry.' So have fun with the press.

We'll launch Monday afternoonish. Mission clock will start then. Anyone that hasn't posted during the briefing but planned to do so please do so:)

Mike Dailey: Please remove the following two eddresses from your mailing list: LT.(jg) Oktyabr Krazny <jen...@watmail.ucr.edu> EN. Kevin Bishop <barbo.s...@mailbox.swipnet.se>

and add Joesph Baker's (FCO) two eddresses: <jba...@dean2.cas.usf.edu> <job...@chuma.cas.usf.edu>

See I told you guys Kristin might come back early and we shouldn't say anything bad about her. Last time I let you guys tell me what to do<EG>

Respectfully,
Andy

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

USS FEYNMAN: CEO Briefing

by Jason Bostjancic 7-14-1996

SD:80713.0900
SCENE: HOLODECK BRIEFING

Tarrant waited patiently for the others to give their reports. He was particularly intriqued by the new CSO. Green wasn't a word he liked to use, (since he wasn't exactly three years in the fleet either), but Ens. Allard sure fit the picture. Stiff as a board, and maybe a bit cocky... he liked him.

"... and Mr. Koreth?"

The partial Klingon was brought back into holoreality. "Sir, all the refits and replacements to the SIF and IDS systems are near completion, " he glanced over at Jerran, "and should be online by 0500 tomorrow."

The Captain nodded.

"I would like to make some changes to our shield system, though." noting the concerned look on Zanes face he decided to explain.

"Technologicly we are far superior to the pirates, and we are beyond the capabilities of the Shadow Fleet we now know do to their incomplete ships. I can reroute our extra power to make an inner shield along our own. "

"Why the extra protection Lieutenant? If we are technologicly superior." asked Jenn.

"In a situation as the Shadow Fleet is in I would suspect some maquis type tactics could be used on us, ones that we may not be prepared for. The second shield could provide something they wouldn't suspect from a Federation Ship on this type of mission."

Zane gave it a thought then replied, "Ok, Lieutenant, but I want that second shield to be a surprise. Be able to activate it and deactivate it so regular scans won't tip them off."

"Aye Sir."

"Also, I want a team on the DELPHI round the clock. That is our one true ace here."

.... NRPG : Well at least I finally got to that!

I just completed running a Magic Tournament (card game) here
and can now put all of my free time back into vegging out
on the puter <G>

Jason

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

"Quoth the Raven 'Nevermore'"

USS FEYNMAN: Phaser Qualifications

by Michael "Mike" Dailey 7-14-1996

SD80714.1600
TO: Senior Staff
FROM: Ens. J.C. Allard
RE: Biannual Sidearm Qualification

Sirs, as stated during our mission briefing, many officers and departments are seriously behind on their sidearm qualification, with the ship-wide total only at 53% completed. Below is a list, by Department and percentage, of personnel still unqualified. Individual Department Heads, and where applicable, Asst. Dept. Heads are listed. In the next two days, myself or my 2nd in command will contact you to schedule those persons in your departments who are not yet qualified.

All commissioned officers, as always, please remember to bring your issued sidearm for routine inspection, and cleaning if necessary. Feel free to use Holodeck program SEC-X118A to brush up before your test. This is a new simulation from Training Command, replacing the older SEC-SQ118 program with 8 levels of difficulty. Try it!

CO - CMDR Zane Not qualified
MCPO Larocque " "
XO - LTCMDR Maril " "
WO Jafel " "
OPS - LT. Jenn Qualified 80623.1300

SECURITY 12% Not qualified
Ens. J.C. Allard Qualified - Academy
CPO Tamarov Qualified - 80611.0915

MEDICAL 9% Not qualified
LTjg. Dr. Glin'Kharr Not Qualified

SCIENCE 13% Not Qualified

FLIGHT CONTROLLER 34% Not qualified
LT. Terrel Not Qualified
LTjg. Cartwright Not Qualified

ENGINEERING 7% Not Qualified
LT. Koreth Qualified 80601.1555
Ens. T. Jared Qualified 80604.2135

Thank you for you cooperation in this matter.
Ens. J.C. Allard
CSO/TAC Officer

Mike Dailey
splatter2@qtm.net

USS FEYNMAN: The Captain's New Clothes... er Chair

by Jason Bostjancic 7-15-1996

SD 80715
SLD: 4.1800

With the official press conference over, and the media harping on anyone on Epsilon who even looked like they might be on the Feynman, Lt. Koreth had no plans on leaving the ship.

But then again, the CEO always seemed to have an excuse for not leavin during shore leave, and complaining all the while.

Besides, the last finishing touches were being completed for Commander Zane's new chair. The gravity 'belt' system seemed to work perfectly, and the built in computer terminal and slide out PADD were extra little options. Including a neat little addition only Zane and Tarrant would know about... a phaser concealed in the arm rest that would shoot into the Captain's hand with the right motion.

The chair was beamed directly to the bridge for final placement when Tarrant decided to let the Captain know about it...

Scene: Captain's Ready

"I'll assume that you've finished my little request Mr. Koreth." The Captain tried to hide what looked to Tarrant like a grin of anticipation.

"Yes sir. They are securing it now, but there are a few little things you must know about it first." And with that Tarrant pulled out a PADD and handed it to Zane.

"I figured as much knowing you Lieutenant." After going over it for a few seconds, but not really going over it, he announced "OK, let me see it."

With the burden of the next mission upon his sholders the Captain had to take his little pleasures where he could. And thus, was the first out the door.

Scene: Bridge

Sitting in the new chair, with a grin on his face like a child who knows he just got the last ice cream cone, was Bat. Before Zane could even protest the old CSO spoke up.

"Ya know. If the brass found out you got something this nice they'd probably demote you and take it for themselves." He was spining around enjoying the air-like movement.

"And last time I checked your name wasn't on the list for bridge officer of the day?" said Zane, his eyebrow raised.

"Nope, and I wouldn't want it." With that he rose from the chair. "Actually I needed to speak with you about some rumors I hear about our next mission. Now I know I'm not in the know but..."

Zane looked around, "Maybe later Bat, in more private quarters."

"You're killing me... but I guess I'll wait." he turned his attention to Lt. Koreth. "Perhapse you'd like to get a drink Mr. Round the clock?"

"Actually I have some work..."

Bat cut him off, "I've got a brand new recipe for Betazoid Tea, and just got in the ingredients. No replication."

Tarrant could never pass up anything food or beverage Betazoid, and Bat new it. It was an evil little ploy, but it worked.

Scene: 10F

True to his word, Bat had the real ingredients. He wasted no time preparing the drink, and probing the CEO for information. Tarrant though, as an old CSO himself, was wise to it and only gave more enigmatic answers.

<NRPG>

Perhaps J.C. or some others would care to Join

hint, hint

Respectfully,
Jason

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

"Quoth the Raven 'Nevermore'"

USS FEYNMAN: Tying Things Up Before Leaving

by Joseph Baker 7-15-1996

SD: 80715.1936
SLD: 4.1530
Scene: Main Shuttlebay

The shuttlecraft Cousteu passed through the blue forcefield at the entrance to the shuttlebay with a slight hum as LT Jerran Terel waved Midshipman Talo to land it on one of the landing target markers in the bay. The shuttle floated slowly over the shuttlebay deck, stopped over the target, and gently dropped to the ground with a low thud. With that, the last of the new shuttles were now onboard. The NOGURA II sat at the very center of the bay like a large mother dog surrounded by its litter, the four smaller personnel shuttles. The four personnel shuttles had been stowed in the auxiliary shuttlebay when the four new pilots had arrived. They were now helping the FEYNMAN's regular crew to complete some checkups and such on the shuttles and other shipboard flight systems.

ENS Mendorn from the planet Benzar sat at the controls of a hover loader, pulling the central cargo bay module from off the NOGURA. He set it down on the bay's elevator down to the hangar deck where the enhanced sensor module for the runabouts and a few smaller ones for the shuttles would be offloaded and stored for the trip to the Coalsack. Mendorn was a junior midshipman in Jerran's Nova Squadron back at the academy, and so he had asked for him personally when he found out the Benzite pilot was available.

ENS Kella Dar, a joined Trill on her first life, pulled the warp nacelle cover off the shutlecraft Asimov II, running a check on the electroplasm shunt from the main reactor.

The flight crew was learning fast that even though these shuttles were new to the FEYNMAN, that did not necessarily mean they were new in the sence that they just came off the assembly line. In fact, the shuttle Piaget was over twenty years old, and hadn't had a major engine overhaul in about that long. Midshipmen Kaz and Alera were off in the auxiliary shuttlebay now working with WO2 Kieren McShane to remedy that problem. McShane, a human from the Mars Colony, had already established himself as somewhat of a lady's man, even though he had already had very little luck in the flight department. He had already received a drink in the face from SCPO t'Jon when they met at EPSILON while LTJG Cartwright watched and laughed at the exchange, obviously not amused by the warrant officer's advances on the Andorian pilot, but quite amused by the blue skinned AFCO's reaction.

The last of the four new pilots to arrive was WO2 Harkone, a rather large and intimidating Nausicaan shuttle pilot who had an affinity towards old Terran plays, especially those of Shakespeare.

Jennifer walked in, dodging the Nausicaan as he walked by, carrying a large cargo box. "Pardon me, ma'am, but I do believe they need to make side mirrors for these rather unwieldy boxes," he said in a surprisingly courteous tone for a Nausicaan.

She smiled to him as she walked towards the FCO and said, "It's OK. I can maneuver easier than you can, so you have the right of way this time."

The warrant officer bowed as best he could with the box in his burly arms as he continued on his way. Jennifer walked over to Jerran and said, "Why doesn't he just use an antigrav?"

Jerran shrugged and said, "It's just not his way, I suppose. It'd be like us putting a small suitcase on an antigrav. But, then again, the way you pack for vacations, I wouldn't be too reluctant to use one myself."

"Hah, very funny, Lieutenant. Just for that, see if I give you your messages for the day." She held a PADD in front of him teasingly, and he reached over and tickled her on the side, grabbing it from her while she was distracted. "That's not fair!"

"So?" he said as he smiled and keyed in the message retrieval. There was one message in the queue from ENS Allard. "Prophets! Allard says that neither you nor I have had our phaser qualification tests in over six months. Imagine that?!"

"Umm, Terri, dear. You haven't had a weapon's qualifier since you graduated from the academy. I should know, I've been around you most of the time since then," she said with a wink.

Jerran made a hmmph sound as he read on saying, "He also used my name wrong," showing her the PADD which read "LT Terel" right above the deputy chief FCO's name.

"Uh oh. You're not going to give him the famous Bajoran lecture on naming conventions, are you?"

The LT smiled, thinking about it for a second and said, "Well, he's just lucky I'm half Vulcan, or I would give him the lecture. This time, I'll just be more subtle."

He typed a reply message into the PADD that said, "Message received and acknowledged. FCO and AFCO will take qualifier this evening. -- LT _Jerran_"

"Are you sure underlining you're name isn't going too far?"

"Now look," he said with a laugh, "You're not letting me give him a lecture on interracial relations, so I have to do something."

"Alright, alright. Have it your way, you big baby."

"Yeah, I'll remember that when some Bajoran cadet calls you Lieutenant Jennifer," Jerran said as he touched the send command. He looked around as the flight crew put the finishing touches on their jobs and said, "It looks like everything's going alright here. We can go take the test now."

"OK, just promise to let me shoot a few of the targets."

"Oh, alright," he acquiesced.

They walked out the door, the large bulkhead shutting slowly as WO Harkone walked by, reciting a poem which was cut off by the door, "So live that when thy summons comes to join the innumerable caravan..."

"Every new Nausicaan I meet is like a new adventure," Jerran said as the entered the turbolift to go to the holodeck.

<NRPG> Next Episode: Departure :)

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* Joseph Baker                                                             *
* University of South Florida                                              *
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* Daisemi'in rhhaensuriuu            * Of the Chief parts of the           *
* meillunsiateve                     * Ruling Passion only this            *
* rh'e Mnhei'sahe yie ahr'en:        * Can be truly said:                  *
* Mnahe afw'ein qiuu,                * Hate has a reason for everything    *
* rh'e hweithnaef                    * But love is unreasonable            *
* mrht Heis'he ehl'ein qiuu          * --Rihannsu Proverb                  *
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USS FEYNMAN: Media Darlings

by Andrew Catterick 7-15-1996

SD: 80715.1000
Scene: Ready-Room
SLD: 4.1600

Zane sat at his desk and scanned the mission orders for the 10th time. He had spent the last 4 hours digging through Starfleet communications, bio-files, Fleet movements, anything that might possibly give him an inside edge for when they came to face the SHADOW Fleet. For the most-part it had been a waste of time and the frustration he felt was manifested in the hope that he would meet up with the PHOENIX's Captain Tremaine. In person. His right fist clenched at the thought as a small smile pulled at the corner of his mouth. *Call my ship a tin-can.*

Looking at the chrono on the top right corner of the screen he scowled. Thirty minutes to the press-conference. He hated reporters. The day he had graduated from the Academy had also been the day that the REPULSE had been officially listed as 'Missing, Presumed Destroyed.' Almost immediately the vultures, there to film another boring, they thought, Starfleet graduation, descended on him. 'Have you heard the news?' 'How do you feel?' 'What was your first thought when you found out your family and friends were dead?' 'Is it true that...' And it contined from there. As a fresh new ensign he was too respectful or perhaps too naive to tell them what he thought of them and instead stood numbly, dutifully answering their questions.

That was when Bat arrived and had pulled him out of the scrum and straightened all of them out quickly. He smiled at the thought. He had known Bat all his life, thought of him as an uncle, and was sure he had no surprises left in him, but the seemingly none stop line of expletives that came flying out of the retired CSO's mouth had shocked everyone. Certainly the reporters who had stood there staring dumbly as Bat, his tirade finished, smiled and whisked him away.

<<You have an incoming message.>>

Stirred from his memories he turned to face the computer screen. "Display." After a few seconds the header appeared. He was pleased to see it was from the new CSO following up on his phaser qualifications drills.

> SD80714.1600
> TO: Senior Staff
> FROM: Ens. J.C. Allard
> RE: Biannual Sidearm Qualification
>
> Sirs, as stated during our mission briefing, many Officers and departments are
> seriously behind on their sidearm qualification, with the ship-wide total only at 53%
> completed. Below is a list, by Department and percentage, of personnel still
> unqualified. Individual Department Heads, and where applicable, Asst. Dept. Heads are
> listed. In the next two days, myself or my 2nd in command will contact you to schedule
> those persons in your departments who are not yet qualified.
>
> All commissioned officers, as always, please remember to bring your issued sidearm
> for routine inspection, and cleaning if necessary. Feel free to use Holodeck program
> SEC-X118A to brush up before your test. This is a new simulation from Training Command,
> replacing the older SEC-SQ118 program with 8 levels of difficulty. Try it!
>
> CO - CMDR Zane Not qualified
> MCPO Larocque " "
> XO - LTCMDR Maril " "
> WO Jafel " "
> OPS - LT. Jenn Qualified 80623.1300
>
"Thats not to embarrassing, the two senior officers not up on their qualifications. Thank-god Krysa is or Fleet would have a fit." He said outloud, mentally chiding himself for falling behind. Something that had never happened before.
>
> SECURITY 12% Not qualified
> Ens. J.C. Allard Qualified - Academy
> CPO Tamarov Qualified - 80611.0915
>
> MEDICAL 9% Not qualified
> LTjg. Dr. Glin'Kharr Not Qualified

"Medical has a better rating than security!" He tried to picture T'Del with a phaser. It scared him almost as much as the thought of facing a wolf, his teeth barred brandishing a phaser.

> SCIENCE 13% Not Qualified
>
> FLIGHT CONTROLLER 34% Not qualified
> LT. Terrel Not Qualified
> LTjg. Cartwright Not Qualified

That's not like Jerran. He's usually a stickler for things like that. Well, it'll give Kyrsa something to tease him about. >
> ENGINEERING 7% Not Qualified
> LT. Koreth Qualified 80601.1555
> Ens. T. Jared Qualified 80604.2135

There was no surprise. As an ex-CSO it was inevitable that the Klingon would keep up with the drills. Of course this was even more embarrassing for Zane

He reached out and touched the reply icon.
____________________________________________________________________________
SD: 80715.1600
TO: EN. J.C. Allard, CSO
cc: All senior staff
FROM: CMDR. Zane, commanding
RE: S-Arm Qual
============================================================================

Be advised. I will complete the qualification drill on or before SD:80720.1800. Scores will be forwarded to your office.

Please ensure all crew deficinent in qualifications complete drill before arrival our patrol destination.

Zane. ____________________________________________________________________________

Sending the memo he rose, drank down the rest of his coffee and deposited the empty mug on the replicator pad for reconstitution. He had put it off as long as he could.

_______________________________ Scene: Briefing Room, SB EPSILON
SLD: 4.1652

"....and that, essentially, covers the FEYNMAN's mission orders." The Admiral paused to put his pointer down on the lecturn. "Any questions?"

Zane sat on his chair, to the right and behind the admiral, who began to field the reporter's questions. Admittedly he did not know the Admiral very well but to say he was surprised by the last 20 minutes would be an understatement. The normally gruff Nicholas had held his audience captive as he explained the mission particulars, using the various computer animations and sketches that had been prepaired. He had even patiently explained several basic points that a reporter, who had obviously not done his homework, had asked. In short, he had them in the palm of his hand.

"Why the FEYNMAN Admiral?" One of the throng asked.

"I'll let the Captain of the FEYNMAN field that one." He gestured over towards Zane who quickly approached the podium. "Commander?"

"Thank-you Admiral Nicholas. Why the FEYNMAN? Well, personally I'd have to say that its because we're the best ship in the Fleet and if you want the job done you tap the FEYNMAN." A light chuckle rippled through the audience. He paused as the reporters furiously poked and prodded their PADDS. Of course every Captain thought his or her ship was the best in the Fleet but how many were lucky enough to have it publicized. This would be a nice 'response' to all of the SILVER Captains who had razzed him in the OClub about the FEYNMAN not being able to hold her crew.

"Professionally, the answer is that the FEYNMAN class explorer/destroyer is an ideal assest to achieve the mission specifications. For several reasons, its DELPHI sensor suite and its agililty. As Admiral Nicholas has outlined the Coalsack is not an inviting place. The violent storms and energy discharges are enough to play havoc with most ship's sensors. In effect once you entered the 'sack you'd be flying blind. The DELPHI, however, is sophisticated enough that it can cut through the disturbance's quite easily and locate the pirates and their bases with little trouble."

"Secondly the ships small size presents less of a target for the 'sacks random energy charges. Furthermore its low emmission rate is much more desirable if we find ourselves in the middle of a storm than some of the larger ships whose emmission rates would essentially turn them into a very large 'lighting rod'.

"Finally the ship's agility provides a final protection if the weather get a little rough. All in all, the coalsack is a very dangerous place but he FEYNMAN will be quite at home there." He paused to sip some water. "Next question."

"How do you feel about your orders?"

"As a Starfleet officer I have no 'feelings' about my orders. Like any other officer I receive and follow them."

"Yes I know the party line but surely as an *individual* you must have some opinions." The reporter persisted.

Zane kept the pleasant look on his face while he inwardly expressed a few opinions about the reporter, her colleagues, and the press conference in general before answering. "It is a challenging mission and I look forward to a challenge. On an individual level, as a Federation citizen I think it is a logical step in this sector's expansion. Federation citizens have been moving out to this region of space for many years. Because it is 'out on the frontier' there has been a certain degree of lawlessness which has lead to increased incidents of piracy to the extent that many settlers live in fear of attack or as to whether or not critical supplies will arrive in time to sustain fledgling colonies. It is part of the Federation's mandate to protect its citizens and I welcome the opportunity to do so."

"So what you are saying is that you support the Federation's expansionist policies."

"No, not at all. I don't think you can say that the Federation as an entity has expanded out into this region. It has been, infact, individual groups and beings that have done so of their own accord. The Federation is merely following these citizens and providing the rights and privledges that all have come to expect." He cursed inwardly, he hadn't handled that one all to well.

"Unfortunately we'll have to end things here." The Admiral's voice rang out. "The FEYNMAN will be departing in less than 18 hours and, as I'm sure'll you understand, Commander Zane has to return to his ship for final preparations."

"Can we get a picture Admiral?" Some one called out. Zane turned to go, happy the Admiral had ended the press conference, allowing him to escape. He was surprised to hear the admiral's reply. "Of course."

The two starfleet officers turned to face the audience while shaking hands as the reporters happily recorded the image.

"Having a good time commander?" The Admiral growled under his breath.

<<<NRPG>>>

We'll assume that all those who are deficient in the phaser qualifications will complete the drill before we enter the sack. Please feel free to post the drill if you wish to. I plan to...time permitting.

Max/Joesph: Take us out and start the mission clock as MD:1.0800. (Approx 15 hours after the press conference ends...so if any of you have unfinished business on EPSILON please feel free to backpost.) I imagine they'll be a few small craft waiting for us outside spacedock to get a few pictures of us departing. If they're anything like today's press they'll probably be in the way....so try not to hit them. We need good press relations!<G> Set course for the coalsack Warp 6. It will take about 72 hours to get there>

Mike Dailey: The mission date clock (MD) is used to keep some sembelance of order in much the same way as the use of SD. It is geared to ships time so we will depart on MD:1.0800 (Mission Day 1, 8am) If I've already mentioned this to you....well its as good a time as any to become acquainted with my feeble memory :)

Mike Dawe: Well it wasn't quite a press hoopla. Once you get settled in after your server comes back on line. (I imagine you'll have

alot* to catch up on.) Can you give me a rundown on what is

known about the coalsack/pirates/this region etc. Are we any where near the new base the Pearson(?) towed out?

Respectfully,

Andy--->Lots of words, little substance (sounds like my thesis;>)

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

USS FEYNMAN: Before Mission

by Michael "Mike" Dailey 7-15-1996

SD 80715.1030
SCENE: Returning from EPSILON

J.C. heard the large doors of the Holodeck here on EPSILON swoosh and clank shut behind him. That had to have been one of the best "trips" he had ever taken. *Wow, it's been almost six years since I had seen home.* The sight of New London on Mars' most sparsely populated region, the Wolfe District, triggered some memories of things and people J.C. would have rather forgot or more precisely, not had to remember again. Equally, the mini adventure brought back some wonderful times of youth, when Starships, missions, and reports were years beyond the carefree adolescent. Walking through the avenues, visiting Yeager Park, or sneaking into Yeager Park after hours with the guys to experiment with some "fruit juice" and barely escaping from the constables giving chase to the boys.

J.C. paused, considering beaming onto the FEYNMAN instead of traversing the corridors of EPSILON, after all, he had spent the past 3 hours walking around "home." But after that double helping of Rigellian Ravioli and three chocolate Ssiruv Juices, he could use the exercise.

After about 10 minutes, J.C. rounded the corridor to the FEYNMAN's docking bay. About 20 meters ahead was Bay-9, the FEYNMAN's. In front of the hatch were two of his men. Though not needed on EPSILON, and two being a slight overkill, J.C. considered the two Security Officers for a moment. With all the hype about the mission, the dealings with the press, it was a good move. He would make a note to commend CPO Tamarov, besides, it may make a good impression on the XO or CO. *Spirits, I need that!*

J.C. straightened his uniform, ready to have a little fun with these two, who looked like they were having SO much fun. Walking up to they Sentries, they immediately stiffened up upon noticing J.C. They did, however, not notice the other two men and woman approach.

"Excuse me Ensign, I'm Edward D. Moore, Federation News Network (FNN) Just a few quick questions please. Ensign, how do you feel about your mission," asked the first chap, shoving a PADD-corder into his face. The other fellow and woman followed suit. "Ensign, is this mission the beginning of a major Fleet-Federation expansion and development of the 'Sack area?" The third almost got in his face. "Ensign, you're Security, aren't you? Do you think a small ship like this is armed well enough for this mission. Wouldn't a Frigate or Destroyer be better suited?" The two Sentries were thankfully trying to get between the reporters and their new CSO.

*Spirits, why didn't I beam to the ship.* "ENOUGH!" *Wow, was that me?*

Grabbing a quick, deep breath J.C. continued. "Any information I have you guys already received at the Press Conference earlier, and as far as my personal feelings, well, they're my own feelings." The woman, obviously not satisfied, began again.

"But Ensign, we..." but she could not finish for the blessing of the Senior PO began ushering the trio away.

"Come on everyone, this is a restricted area. I'm gonna have to ask you to leave the docking corridor. Standard procedure 12-hours prior to departure" *Good job. It was a lie, but it got them away and off my back and they probably didn't know anyway.* When the 'coast was clear', J.C. made a beeline for the hatch. *To hell with protocol, after that, Permission to come aboard be damned!*

Once inside, J.C. considered his options. It's 2200 hrs. . He could turn in early, return to his new office to acquaint himself more than the 10 minute meeting earlier with his 2nd., or third try out this ships 10-foreward. Turning towards the lift, choice three won. Leaning against the back of the lift, J.C. mumbled to the destination inquiry, "Deck 10-Foreward.". That Ravioli was playing tricks with his stomach. He considered going to sickbay for something, but three or four double-shots of Aldebran Whiskey will do the same.

The large wooden doors opened to reveal a VERY comfortable looking area. Big overstuffed chairs and tables, yet the room still seemed huge. Only about 8 people in attendance. Three middies in the corner playing Domjot *Spirits, that's me only six months ago*, two separate couples at separate tables, and a Klingon at the bar, and of course the Host. *What did the manifest say his name was, Bart? No Bat.* J.C. walked to the end of the bar, opposite the Klingon Lt. He was in no mood for Senior Officers now.

J.C. introduced himself to the Host, taking a liking to his attitude already. After the second double-shot, they had found out they were both originally from Mars Colony, though many years apart. J.C. found out Bat was a former CSO and begged for some "war stories", but Bat made a solemn promise for later. Bat had taken a liking to the FEYNMAN's recent newcomer, perhaps seeing himself a few years ago. J.C. wobbled out of his stool, "Bat, thanks pal. Now at least I know someone on this tugboat I can call a friend." J.C. chugged the last of his Aldebran whiskey. "Careful with that tugboat talk. If the Captain or XO hears you, you'll be scrubbing the hull with a q-tip."

"OK Bat, OK. but Officers call me Allard and J.C., but my friends call me Justin. So YOU BETTER START RIGHT NOW, PILGRIM!"

"Justin, that was SO LOUSY. Go get some sleep! That's an order, Mister!" J.C. opened his mouth, then closed it to smile and succumb to sleep. As he turned, he notice the Klingon sitting there. They hadn't met yet, and he was feeling a little too good to meet a Senior Officer for the first time. He didn't want to snub the guy, but After what him, Jason, and the others had done to that Klingon freshman last year. It was still hard to look a Klingon in the face! *Oh well, maybe now so I won' remember it.*

J.C. very slowly and cautiously maneuvered over to the Klingons side, Bat keeping an uninterested eye on them.

"Sir, good evening Sir. Lieute... Ensign Allard, CSO/TAC." J.C. offered his hand. He couldn't remember if Klingons shook hands,, be he was in no mood to bash heads with this guy. The Klingon accepted with a VERY firm grip.

"Welcome aboard Ensign. I am LT. Koreth, CEO. I would ask you to join me, but I see you are enroute to your quarters." Koreth turned and mutually nodded to Bat. "I am leaving also, you may join me if you like". They left, Klingon in the lead, Human literally falling behind.

After a horrible nights sleep, and a long cold shower, J.C. arrived on the bridge at 0730, startling the Gamma watch. He greeted the Gamma Duty Officer, a Bolian and introduced himself.

"Good morning, Mr. Ein."

The shocked MCPO replied "Good morning, Sir. Welcome to your first watch." J.C. didn't care what he meant by that, sincere or not. It was not to show off for the brass, but to get a feel for things early. J.C. stepped around to PO/1 T'meq at tactical and introduced himself to the Gamma CSO.

"Mr. Ein, please log me in at 0730. I'm relieving Mister T'meq." Ein could not argue an order, but paused briefly.

"Aye Sir. Will you take the Conn., since you're Senior officer? Ein got up slowly. *Is this guy baiting me for a sucker or what. First day I have NO intention of sitting there.*

"As you were, Mr. Ein. You only have 1/2 hour until the Captain arrives."

As if summoned by a spell cast by J.C., the lift opened to emit a cheerful looking Zane. Slightly shocked, probably like Ein was to see him, J.C. cleared his throat, "CAPTAIN on the Bridge... *Here goes nothing!*

Submitted,
Ensign J.C. Allard
CSO/TAC USS FEYNMAN
Mike Dailey
Splatter2@qtm.net

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NRPG:

Sorry for such a long one. Andy, Jason, anyone else, I hope I played your characters NPC's OK. I tried to cover a lot of ground before we "depart". Again, thanks all. I am still sorry I didn't join ASR earlier.

Mike/J.C.

USS FEYNMAN: Let's Blow This Joint! :)

by Joseph Baker 7-16-1996

SD: 80716.1500
MD: 1.0800

LT Jenn looked up from her OPS console and said, "Dockmaster reports we are clear for departure, Captain. They also advise us to be aware of a number of small ships loitering around outside the base. Apparently the press is interested in our departure."

Commander Zane nodded and said, "Send my regards to the dockmaster, Lieutenant. Mr. Jerran, take us out, best speed. Try and keep it slow, though. I can probably cover for you loosing a few shuttles on our last mission, but if you were to mow over a few civilian ships, I don't think that would blow over very well."

Jerran grinned as he pulled the ship out of the dock on maneuvering thrusters, "Of course, sir, I'll do my best."

As they cleared the space doors, they were greated by at least a couple dozen ships ranging from small travel pods to runabouts and a few small transports, all maneuvering in a mock battle to get the best photographic coverage of the FEYNMAN's departure. Jerran brought the ship's impulse engines online and thrusted the ship away from the press cavalcade, doing a quick barrel roll as he passed by.

"What was that for?" Jenn asked.

"Just making sure the kinks are out of the thruster system," Jerran said with a mischevious grin. "We've cleared planetary orbit, sir."

"Set course for the Coalsack and engage at warp 6."

"Aye, aye, sir," LT Jerran said as he punched the coordinates into the computer and engaged the warp drive.

Hundreds of cameras were pointed towards the FEYNMAN as her engine nacelles raised to warp flight mode and she sped off on a new adventure.

<NRPG> Short and sweet, just enough to get us on our way :)

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* Joseph Baker                                                             *
* University of South Florida                                              *
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* Daisemi'in rhhaensuriuu            * Of the Chief parts of the           *
* meillunsiateve                     * Ruling Passion only this            *
* rh'e Mnhei'sahe yie ahr'en:        * Can be truly said:                  *
* Mnahe afw'ein qiuu,                * Hate has a reason for everything    *
* rh'e hweithnaef                    * But love is unreasonable            *
* mrht Heis'he ehl'ein qiuu          * --Rihannsu Proverb                  *
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USS FEYNMAN: Finishing Up Shore Leave

by Kristen Gant 7-16-1996

Stardate: 80716.1249
Scene: EPSILON
SLD: 3. 0930

Krysa carried the box off the transporter pad and headed off toward shipping. It was the last remaining box of Kavan’s things. She had already sent his clothes. But this one contained several valuables that she wanted to personally ship.

She cringed as she realized she was wearing her uniform and was immediately surrounded by reporters, asking about their upcoming mission. Krysa held the box in front of her looking very uncomfortable, hoping the would get the hint.

“I would love to talk to all of you, but I must get this box of things to shipping.”

“Can’t you tell us anything?”

“Well, there will be a press conference about it tomorrow. That would be your best bet.” Krysa said with a smile. She hoped it didn’t look to phoney.

“What are your feelings about this mission?”

“Of course, I’m just happy to be able to do what I can. But please excuse me, it is very important that I get this shipped out.”

“Does it have something to do with the Coalsack?”

Krysa frowned, “This box? No... I assure you it doesn’t.”

She swerved out of the way and continued on her journey.

Scene: 10-Forward
SLD: 4:1840

Krysa walked into 10-Forward after having spent the day enjoying Kavan’s novel on the holodeck. Now she found herself starved and decided to have a bite to eat.

She was please to see Tarrant sitting there and promptly took a seat next to him. “You’ve been keeping yourself busy. I haven’t seen much of you.”

He nodded giving her a faint smile, “I’m always busy during shore leave.”

“Yes, I know. We will have to rectify that you know.”

He looked at her but didn’t say anything.

She laughed lightly, “Don’t worry, it won’t hurt.”

Krysa ordered a large dinner from the replicator and chatted with the Klingon as she ate. Tarrant laughed at her. “What?” she asked.

“You should have been a Klingon.”

Krysa looked down at her plate and chuckled, “Yes, perhaps I should have.

Scene: Bridge
SLD: 5.0750

Krysa walked onto the bridge feeling fully refreshed. Better then she had in quite a while. She however, was put in a sour mood when she spotted Ein sitting at Ops. She walked over to relieve him. “Good morning, Mr. Ein.”

He stood and looked up at her, “Lieutenanat.”

“Where is Mr. Teeta this morning?”

“He had a family emergency, sir. And I was the only one with the experience to fill in.” said the Bolian stiffly.

“Very well, Mr. Ein,” she said with a diplomatic smile.

Zane, who was sitting in his chair, looking very pleased with it, called down to her, “Congratulations Lt, on being one of the few bridge officers to keep up your sidearm qualifications.”

Krysa smiled, “Thank you, Captain. It helped me to deal with the aftermath of our last mission.”

He nodded.

Regards,
Lt. Krysa Jenn

NRPG: Well, Krysa’s ready to head out :)

Jason, Krysa and Tarrant haven’t talked in a while, so I figured now was as good a time as any... Especially since she has to play counselor again :) :)

Kristen

USS FEYNMAN: BrOT, Phaser Qualifications, and Unfurling the Sails

by Max Felsher 7-16-1996

SD: 80716

"Your next section awaits. Computer, begin Bridge Officer's Test, Section:Helm." For the third time, the Bridge of the Feynman appeared, but this time, Glin'kharr replaced Jerran at the helm.

As he settled in, he heard his own voice--over the intercom. [Glin'kharr to Captain. All of the injured colonists have been beamed aboard. However, our medical facilities won't be able to handle all of them. We must get to Starbase Epsilon.]

"Thank you, Doctor," the holographic Zane replied. "We'll get there as soon as possible. Zane out."

Just as Glin'kharr was realizing the irony of hearing one's own vovice over the intercom, the holo-Maril ordered, "Mr. Glin'kharr, get us back to Starbase Epsilon."

"Aye, sir." It was then that he realized that there was a whole fleet of Kzinti ships between the Feynman and Starbase Epsilon. Obviously, the Kzinti had some reason to stop them, though what it was Glin'kharr didn't know, but he did know that it was going to be a very bumpy ride.

"Ahead, full impulse," Glin'kharr reported.

SLD 4.1600
First Officer's Office

As Maril continued to check on departments' progress in getting the ship ready, he looked at what messages were in his "mailbox". There were only two of real importance, one being a letter from his family, and the other being a message from the new CSO regarding phaser qualifications. Maril was surprised that he wasn't up-to-date, but he would soon rectify that. The other messages were mostly from the press regarding the new mission. The Captain hadn't lied when he had said there would be strong media coverage.

Maril tapped his communicator. "Maril to Bellad. Report to my office immediately."

[I'm on my way, sir.]

SLD 4.1610

As WO Bellad entered the office, Maril looked up from his work. He saw that there had been a message in reply to Allard's from the Captain.

"Well, Mr. Bellad, I have just been informedthat you are not up-to-date on your phaser qualifications."

Bellad gulped. "Yes, sir, that is true."'

"Well, I must say, I am pleased, Mr. Bellad."

A look of surprise came over Bellad's face. "You are?"

"Yes. I thought that I would have to take the tests alone." Maril smiled.

Bellad smiled back. "I didn't know, sir, that you hadn't taken the tests recently, either."

"Mr. Bellad, do not be Ayoli singing of his exploits to the enemy."

'"Understood, sir." Bellad had a little bit of a smirk on his face.

"Come, Mr. Bellad, the tests await us."

With that, both officers walked out of the office.

<<<<NRPG:I would write about the test, except I'm not sure what exactly it is. Is it the phaser range, with all of those flying dots on the wall you have to hit? Or some other movable(or unmovable) targets? Or is it on the Holodeck? A combination of these? :) >>>>

MD 1.0800
Bridge

As Maril overlooked the ship quickly for the last time, he sensed that the tension on the ship was building. What would they find in the Coalsack? Would they be destroyed, whether it be by pirates, the storms, or Starfleet ships? Or would they be able to beat the odds and survive this mission?

Maril sat silently as the Captain ordered Jerran to undock the ship and then go into warp. He too wondered about the mission, and whether they would survive.

However, as the Feynman hurtled towards the Coalsack, there was an officer on the Bridge who didn't belong. This officer was part of Grey Fleet, and he was so well hidden that not one other officer suspected he was there.

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

NRPG: <Play ominous music.>

Ted: Only two more sections to go! I suppose we will have to backpost. :(

Andy: I'd like you to add our little spy here to the NPC's(although we don't know his name yet.) Also, if you think we should add a character who'll only be here for one mission(we hope), you can add him to the Registered NPC's list under my name.

USS FEYNMAN: Wine, Friends and Laughte

by Andrew Catterick 7-17-1996

SD: 80717.1100
Scene: 10-Forward

"May I join you?" Zane asked of the CEO and OPS Manager.

"Of course Captain." Jenn waved towards the empty chair.

"What can I get for you sir?" The waiter who had miraculously appeared asked.

Zane did a quick look to see what his companions were having before deciding. "Uh, something quick....some bow-tie pasta and a glass of my Inniskillen."

"Right away."

"So how's the chair?" Krysa asked with a grin.

Zane beamed. "Exactly what I wanted! Mr. Koreth and his engineering teams are to be commended." The CEO nodded at the compliment. "However," The Captain continued, "my spies tell me that once again you didn't make it for shoreleave. I thought I was pretty clear on that Lieutenant."

"I had every intention of taking some time on EPSILON" The CEO lied, "but with the bridge refit, which I felt I had to supervise, and of course the pre-departure briefing, not to mention all the extra repair work after the so-called 'Jerran Maneuver'." He raised his hands in surrender. "There was just no time."

"Yes, well," he unconsciously leaned back to allow the waiter to place his order in front of him, "that seems to happen whenever we dock but I don't want it to happen when we complete this mission. And to make sure it doesn't I might even stick the morale 'officer' on the case."

"Sir?"

Zane jerked a thumb towards Bat who was in his trademark lean polishing his trademark glass while singing his trademark song. Krysa started to laugh. "Tarrant do your self a favour and take the shore-leave. You don't want to get saddled with Bat. He'd drive you nuts!"

"We shall see."

"So how did your phaser qualifications go?" Jenn asked, a little smugly.

"Very well." Zane replied as he set his wine back down on the table and buttered one of the whole-wheat buns. "Although it took a little while to convince the computer to find and reload my original qualification test."

"You didn't use the new one?"

"I was going to but I decided to drag Chief Larocque along with me...part of his punishment." Zane grinned mischievously. "One of the sections involves trudging through a tropical rainforest during a torrential downfall. On one part of trail it gets very narrow and very muddy..." He started to chuckle. "...and Mike always slips. The first time we went through it he went flying down the side of the ravine and wrapped his body around this rock and then slid into the swamp. We had to actually disengage the program to pull him out." He was laughing much harder now. "That's why his nickname is the "The Rock'"

"He told me it was a variation of his name in another dialect." Jenn replied chuckling.

"Oh it is, it is. But that's not why we call him it."

<<<NRPG>>>

Okay, its just a fluff piece. But my feeble brain is still addled by all the running around of yesterday.

Its Wednesday now....lets say we enter the 'sack on Saturday. So that gives us 2 days to get there and enjoy some character development etc, as well as finalizing staffing ;)

Respectfully,
Andy

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

SB EPSILON SB EPSILON---->USS FEYNMAN Family Outing

by Mike Dawe 7-17-1996

>Meleah left the Captain's office feeling... nothing really. She didn't know
>whether to be disappointed or happy and for an android, that can be very
>confusing. For her curiosity's sake, getting a Science posting on a First
>Contact vessel was interesting because she would now be able to meet new races.

<snip>

>After an hour of searching through records, Meleah gave up. There was
>no-one on EPSILON with the name of Rama. She therefore concluded that they
>must have been stowaways or similar. And as Cadence was such a charming
>child, Meleah decided to look after her until such time as the mother came
>back. Thus, armed with the child, Meleah made her way to Admiral Nicholas' office.
>
>"Lt. Meleah reporting to Admiral Nicholas as reported," she told the female
>PO at the desk.
>
>"Take a seat over there, he'll be right with you. Is that your child?"
>
>"Yes," replied Meleah, even though she knew it wasn't true. Besides, this
>PO didn't know that she was an android. And if the mother didn't come back,
>Meleah felt sure that she could handle looking after a child. She would
>need to ask the Admiral about taking a child onto the ship though. "Could
>you look after her while I am talking to the Admiral? Her name is Cadence."
>
>"I'd be delighted to," the PO said.
>
>After a few more minutes, the PO announced that Meleah could enter the office.

When she finally did enter she met the Admiral who seemed to be in a foul mood. (Not familiar with him she did not know that this was his natural state of being. "Hrrmf, come in. It took you a little longer than it takes most officers to get from the docking bays to my office, get lost?"

"I was not aware I was being timed, sir. I encountered a . . . friend." She wavered over whether to explain the incident in detail to the Admiral.

"No matter. How are you at public speaking?" He glared at her from under bushy grey eyebrows.

"Public speaking? I was hoping for a Sciences post, not diplomatic, sir."

"It will be Sciences that you get. But the position will entail some dealing with the press. You will be part of a high profile mission and as Sciences it will fall to you to put things in terms even lower life forms (such as journalists) will be able to comprehend." He passed across a PADD. "Complete briefing is contained in here. You will report to the USS FEYNMAN and then be holding a holoconference just after the ship gets going. You will continue to hold these conferences once a day for the benefit of the press introducing various aspects of the ship and its mission. Any questions?"

Stunned the Lt. shook her head silently. First the unofficial adoption followed by the posting to a press covered mission. She knew this would be the chance to make her mark in starfleet but would the mark be a smudge or a glowing example for future officers?

"Then dismissed."

<<<nrpg>>>
Melanie comes after some confusion and disorder on my part and hers. I accept the blame for most of it but I hope _she_ can break the curse of the CSciO of the Feynman.

Melanie, below is the mailing list lacking only your address to make it complete

"USS FEYNMAN -- LT. Koreth" <psy342@igc.net>, "LT. Tok" <ljk3@cornell.edu>,
"LT.(jg) Glin'kharr" <edh@oitunix.oit.umass.edu>,
"EN. Allard" <splatter2@qtm.net>,
"LT. Jerran" <jbaker@deans2.cas.usf.edu>,
"LT. Jerran" <jobaker@chuma.cas.usf.edu>,
"LT. CMDR Maril" <10330...@compuserve.com>,
VADM Nicholas <mdawe@cln.etc.bc.ca>,
"LT. Jenn" <sgant@interaccess.com>,
trek <alt-star...@news.news.demon.net>,
"CMDR. Zane" <acatteri@freenet.npiec.on.ca>

pockm@deakin.edu.au (Pocknall) I believe will round it out nicely.

Andy, would you be so kind as to give her the briefing stuff of a few days ago?

mike--->thanking you all for your patience
Vice Admiral Azariah Nicholas CINCSILVER
Captain Christof Fife USS REGENT
GM USS SARATOGA
Lt. Cmdr Eskat Eskat USS HERMES
Lt James Cardiff USS SARATOGA

USS FEYNMAN: Getting Familiar

by Michael "Mike" Dailey 7-17-1996

SD 80717.2030
SCENE: Deck 15, Security Office

Standing to stretch and fighting off a big yawn, J.C. rolled his hard, lumpy chair towards the wall opposite the desk. *I wonder if I can requisition a new one, that chair's a killer!* His eyes were even starting to get tired. For the past three hours J.C. had done some *FEYNMAN homework*, and three hours was enough research for one day. Starting with prior mission logs, which proved to be real informative, a sort of guidebook how the crew and officers worked and reacted. Then a brief skim over the entire crew manifest, jotting down notes on key people (and beings!) he would have to meet and/or remember. Finally, a detailed review of the Security/Weapons Department roster and everyone's service record. Good bunch, he thought, though very young and a little on the green side, with only a few veterans. J.C. would fit in perfectly.

Sitting on the edge of his desk, J.C. shut off the computer and looked out the office doorway to the Asst. Watch Commander's deck. PO/3 Serteiv Ockiji very busy logging in the reports and check-ins of Security patrols. At 23 t.s.y., the Andorian was only a few years older than himself, but Andorians always seemed more mature that most species. *Right up there with the Vulcans, thought J.C.*

Maybe his 2nd in command was available for a little informal chat. J.C. checked the chrono, 2050. *Time does travel faster than light!* "Computer, locate CPO Tamarov".

*I need to spruce up this office, it's just not me.* Before the computer could respond, J.C. looked up to see Alex Tamarov round the doorway, "You called, Sir." The young, tan, and rather short CPO stood at-ease in the doorway. "Come in Mr. Tamarov. Have a seat". J.C. gestured to the vacant and discarded chair. He seated himself.

"You're here rather late, Mr. Tamarov." Alex paused for a brief second, "The same could be said for you, Sir. I was working in Weapons control, and came up to check in on PO/3 Ockiji. I saw your light on the same moment you paged me."

"Touche, Mr. Tamarov. How are the qualifications going," J.C. asked. He had forgotten to check himself, and was generally curious. "May I, Sir," he said, reaching for the computer. J.C. spun it toward the CPO, who called up the database. "Looks like we're at 82% ship wide, Sir. Guess the Captain's little memo lit some fire under some people." He hit a few more keys, "Oops. Looks like the Captain, the XO, Medical, and 10-20 stragglers are all that's left." Hitting a few more keys, Alex swiveled the screen to J.C., "Individual scores are eyes-only for you, and of course the Exec and CO. You predecessor never bothered to look at them, just transmitted the batch to Personnel Command."

J.C. shut it off again, "That's O.K., I'll check them when we're 100% I'm just curious about the ships average, and if anyone scores 100%. They say there's only been 3 in the past 100 yrs."

"I just called you to chat a little, but you're free to go Mr. Tamarov. I'm going to my quarters to turn in." J.C. got up, heading for the door. "May I walk with you, Sir. I'll catch the lift too." "Sure, come on." Exiting the office, they said goodnight to the Andorian Watch Officer and headed out of Security for the Lift.

Once in, the both gave their destinations, "Deck 5" from J.C., "Deck 13" from Tamarov. "So Mr. Tamarov, what was going on in Weaps. Control." Tamarov turned, looking eager, "Myself an a few of the other Weps. crew were going to brief you after you got, umm, more settled-in Sir. We're working on a new prototype photon torpedo. Instead of one antimatter containment pod, this new module will contain three. AND, tied in to the targeting array, it is programmed to "eject them" at .002 seconds before impact. That will prevent a "dud" from a ship that could normally repel the standard torp before detonation. No technology can repel raw antimatter."

"I'm really impressed, Alex." J.C. stopped at the accidental breach of protocol. He really shouldn't call his new 2nd by his first name. Bad habit he would have to break. J.C. continued quickly, as to cover the slip. "I can't wait to see the actual working model."

"Well, Sir. The only major setback we have is with the new targeting array. It seems to interfere with the guidance system, causing it to loose the "lock". We were thinking of getting a few of LT. Koreth's best minds to help us work it out, then turn it into Starfleet Engineering on behalf of the FEYNMAN crew." The lift stopped AT 13. "See you in the morning, Mr. Tamarov." As he exited, "Same to you Sir."

Submitted,
Ensign J.C. Allard
CSO/TAC USS FEYNMAN
Mike Dailey
Splatter2@qtm.net

USS FEYNMAN: Back (Posts) to the Future

by Joseph Baker 7-18-1996

SD: 80718.1538 (GMT)
Scene: 10 Forward, SLD 4.2200

LT Jerran and LTJG Cartwright walked through the door of 10 Forward, talking about the phaser qualification test. Jerran was obviously brooding about something, and Jennifer was trying to tell him it wasn't as bad as it seemed as they walked over to where the other senior officers had gathered. With a patentedly Vulcan poker face, Jerran handed an isolinear chip over to ENS Allard and said, "Your test was quite challenging, Ensign. It was a pleasure to take it."

The new CSO smiled and said, "Why, thank you, sir."

Krysa smiled over to the FCO and said, "So, Terri, how'd you do."

The half Bajoran officer tried to suppress a scowl towards the Betazoid as his deputy chief FCO answered for him, "He did excelently, ma'am!"

"Oh, a perfect score, Lieutenant?" Allard asked.

"No," Jerran said as he crossed his arms defensively and clenched his teeth, "I missed one."

The entire table chuckled at that, except for Allard, who did not want to laugh at a senior officers expense, but who eventually succumbed to the urge eventually. "Poor Terri," Krysa said. "I guess you'll have to settle for a 99.9 percent."

"For now," Jerran added with a slight grin as he and Jennifer sat down at the table, both ordering a raktageno from the ubiquitous Bat.

<NRPG> Just a little back post to finish off the phaser qualification stuff :)

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* Joseph Baker                                                             *
* University of South Florida                                              *
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* Daisemi'in rhhaensuriuu            * Of the Chief parts of the           *
* meillunsiateve                     * Ruling Passion only this            *
* rh'e Mnhei'sahe yie ahr'en:        * Can be truly said:                  *
* Mnahe afw'ein qiuu,                * Hate has a reason for everything    *
* rh'e hweithnaef                    * But love is unreasonable            *
* mrht Heis'he ehl'ein qiuu          * --Rihannsu Proverb                  *
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USS FEYNMAN: The CSciO arrives (late!)

by Melanie Pocknall 7-19-1996

SD: 80719.0600
MD: 1.11.13
Place: SB EPSILON

Lt Meleah rushed to the D-warp shuttle after learning that the FEYNMAN had already left the SB. On her way she picked up her other belongings and Cadence so that she was ready to leave within minutes of leaving the Admiral's office.

It was just her luck that the ship had left the base. Still, being less than a day away, she would be able to catch up easily. Stowing everything in the D-warp shuttle, she settled herself and Cadence in for the trip. The young Ensign flying the shuttle was too afraid of Meleah's imposing presence to do much speaking, and the Ensign had never come across an android before. Especially one that looked so eerily human.

After a few hours, they approached the FEYNMAN.

"USS FEYNMAN, this is the shuttle TIBERIUS. I have a passenger on board for you," stated the Ensign.

[TIBERIUS, this is Cmdr Zane. Is that the new Science Officer?]

"Yes, it is," replied Meleah. "I am Lt Meleah."

[Prepare to beam over...]

"Cmdr, I have a child with me who will need to come aboard also."

[Understood, Lt.]

Place: FEYNMAN's bridge

Cmdr Zane turned to LtCmdr Maril. "Go to transporter room 2 and meet them."

"Aye, sir."

Place: Transporter room 2

As LtCmdr Maril watched, the transporter showed two figures appearing, one tall the other quite small. As Meleah materialised and stepped off the platform, Maril walked forward to meet her.

NRPG:

Hi everyone! It's good to be aboard. I shall try to break this curse on the CSciO's. For more info on Meleah and Cadence, see my following NRPG post.

Max, you can continue on from there. I'm not sure how Tamarians speak.

Sincerely yours,
Lt Meleah, CSciO, USS FEYNMAN,
Silver Fleet.

Melanie Pocknall.

USS FEYNMAN: NRPG: Hints

by Kristen Gant 7-19-1996

> >Melanie.
>
> Welcome aboard Melanie. Let me say you've boarded the best ship in
> the fleet <G> (And we have the awards to back it!) Hope you do
> get a chance to break our CSciO curse...
>
Yeah, female companionship... Krysa will probably eat this up.... Okay so she's an android, not going to bother Krysa :) Welcome Melanie!! So glad to meet you :) > Oh, and you might want to keep the 'little one' away from
> Lt. Koreth. Who knows how he might react to the child..... then again....

Now this could be fun... Probably the kid would get the better part of
Tarrant anyway... Admit it, he's a teddybear at heart :) :)

Kristen

Kristen and Scott Gant
http://homepage.interaccess.com/~sgant/gant.htm

USS FEYNMAN: Passing Time on the Bridge

by Michael "Mike" Dailey 7-19-1996

SD: 80719.2020
SCENE: Bridge

The bridge seemed quiet with the XO and the Captain gone to meet the new CSciO, leaving the Conn. to LT. Jenn. Everyone busy with their individual duties. Only the "electronic" sounds of the workstations could be heard. *Wonder what this new Science Officer is like... well, at least I'm not the New Kid anymore?*

J.C. was actually enjoying running these various drill simulations, at LT. Koreth's suggestion. This also allowed him to become familiar with the station. He had trained many, many hours, but to actually be here. All things considered, working at this station seemed to come easy to him.

J.C. was in the making notes on a boarding drill for his patrol squads, but stopped when the incoming subspace toggle went on. J.C. hit acknowledge/receive. It was coded for the Captain, but he had to notify the Conn. officer first.

"LT. Jenn, I have an incoming subspace message for the Captain. It's Captain Krrick, USS Saratoga." The LT. spun around, almost a little to hard for the new chair. J.C. pretended not to notice.

"Very well, Ensign. Notify the Captain.", she slowly swiveled back to normal, looking slight quizzical at the call. "Allard to Captain Zane.", *Why is my pulse up, I'm just delivering a message".

"Zane here, what is it Ens.?" J.C. gulped. Zane sounded disturbed. "Sir, I have Captain Krrick, USS Saratoga on subspace private for you..."

Submitted
Ens. J.C. Allard
COS\TAC USS FEYNMAN
Mike Dailey
Splatter2@qtm.net

NRPG:

Just a little one to keep going. Andy, here's one of your comrades(?) calling to give you hell. Hope it doesn't mess anything up. Just keeping those creative wheels going.

Mike

USS FEYNMAN: Just a few thoughts...

by Kristen Gant 7-19-1996

Stardate: 80719.1317
MD: 1.1445
Scene: Bridge

Krysa winked at Jerran as she stood to take the center seat, while one of her junior Ops personnel took her station. Jerran rolled his eyes at her and chuckled. The two officers enjoyed teasing each other and took every opportunity to pull one up on the other. Though anyone could see they each had an lasting respect for the other.

She had to admit that she was very glad to hear it was a CSciO, as she was enjoying her added duties helping out Ens. Ryan with her duties. The young and inexperienced acting Counselor had become a good friend to the Ops officer. She had been there to listen when Krysa was ready to stop playing Counselor for herself after Kavan’s death.

Sally had understood Krysa’s pain, having experienced lots of loss in her own life, not the least of which was seeing Krazny in a coma which he seemed unable to come out of. Together the two women had comforted each other. Krysa knew that Sally didn’t intend on staying with the FEYNMAN. She wanted to get back to Epsilon. But since the FEYNMAN needed her she stayed. But only until they found a replacement.

Krysa couldn’t help but hope that they wouldn’t replace her right away. She still missed the companionship of her friend Blayne who had transferred to another ship when Krysa took over as Ops/2O.

She was curious about the new science officer. She had heard the female voice and was pleased to have another senior staff member who was female. She hoped for the chance to get to know her well. One thing she regretted was that she hadn’t had the opportunity to get to know the Trill CSO for the short time she had been on board.

Krysa found herself tapping her nails on the arm of the captain’s chair. Jerran turned and looked at her, “Nervous up there in that big chair, Lt.”

She smiled down at him, “Only because your driving, Lt.”

Regards
Lt. Krysa Jenn,

NRPG: I know this is very short, but I wanted a chance to pick on Jerran :) :)

Kristen

USS FEYNMAN: The CSciO Arrives/Briefing From the Admiral

by Andrew Catterick 7-19-1996

SD: 80719.1000
MD: 1.1412
Scene: Bridge

"Captain, sensors just picked up a D-warp shuttle 'dropping' in to this sector."

"Slow to impulse Mr. Jerran."

"Aye sir." The FCO replied

Zane spun in his chair 45 degrees to face the FO directly. Of course it would have been easier just to turn his head but he was determined to utilize the chairs full 'efficiency'.

Onta chuckled. "You are like Tepoth at the carnival."

Zane returned the smile. "So what do you think? A SCI or CNS?"

The FO considered the question. "A science officer would be most beneficial at this time but..."

"...but you don't think the Admiral will trust us with anymore."

"Sir the shuttle is hailing us."

"Well I guess we'll know in a moment."

> "USS FEYNMAN, this is the shuttle TIBERIUS. I have a passenger on board for
> you," stated the Ensign.
>
> [TIBERIUS, this is Cmdr Zane. Is that the new Science Officer?]
>
> "Yes, it is," replied Meleah. "I am Lt Meleah."
>
> [Prepare to beam over...]
>
> "Cmdr, I have a child with me who will need to come aboard also."
>
> [Understood, Lt.]
>
> Place: FEYNMAN's bridge
>
> Cmdr Zane turned to LtCmdr Maril. "Go to transporter room 2 and meet them."
>
> "Aye, sir."

"The new personnel are on board sir." The CSO announced.

"Mr. Jerran, resume course and speed."

"Warp 6, aye sir."

As the TIBERIUS' pilot indulged himself in a lazy turn to reset his jump back to EPSILON, the FEYNMAN's two nacelle's raised themselves into position. In a flash both were gone.

As the turbolift doors closed on the departing Commander Maril, Zane rose to stretch his legs. He walked around to the SEC/TAC-Sciences section and peered at some of the displays. Allard was busy running battle simulations based around some of the pre-programmed evasive maneuvers that Jerran had given him. At the science station Ensign Loth seemed busy reviewing and cataloguing the information that the DELPHI Array was providing of the 'Sack.

"Any useful information yet Ensign?"

"No sir." Loth replied curtly his eyes not leaving the display. Zane smiled to himself. He had heard about the run-in that Dr. Glin'kharr had had with the ASCI. Not surprising that Loth was disappointed he didn't get the SCI slot but it was surprising the way he was taking it. Of course his fitness report said it all, 'brilliant researcher, no social skills, little respect for chain of command'. The new SCI would definitly have her hands full with Loth. That was assuming she kept him in his current slot. It was more likely that she would choose someone else in the department, who was more compatible, to become her assistant.

"Zane to sickbay."

[Sickbay, Br. Glin'kharr here.]

"Good news doctor! Our new SCI just beamed aboard so we won't be needing you overseeing the sciences anymore."

[Thank the stars! Another day having to interact with that.... 'person'... and one of us would have strangled the other.]

Zane stifled a laugh as Loth visibly stiffened. "Urr...I guess we're doubly lucky then," he couldn't resist, "I'd hate to see our CMO sitting in the brig. Zane out."

"Mr. Jerran?"

"Sir?" Jerran replied, exchanging a quick glance at Lt. Jenn beside him. Both knew the Captain was antsy, he hated the time it took to get to a patrol area especially when a crucial mission was at hand. There was nothing more annoying than an antsy captain who constantly bothered then with 'are we there yet' type questions.

"ETA to the 'sack?"

Jenn hid a smile from Zane as Jerran answered. "ETA is 63 hours 37 minutes."

"Thank-you lieutenant. Lieutenant Jenn?"

"Yes captain?" She replied.

Zane knew that he was getting on their nerves by the slight edge in his second officers voice. He hated having nothing to do. He decided to spare them and changed the question he had orginally planned on asking. "I'll be in my ready-room you have the bridge."

"Aye sir." She replied relieved.

<<<NRPG>>>

Melanie: Ens Loth is currently the assistant SCI and is an NPC played by no one specifically, and as you can see has a bit of an attitude problem. As I said in the NRPG I sent you its your department so you can keep Loth or come up with a new assistant.

All: I'll send out a post tomorrow morning with us entering the 'Sack.

Mike D: Thanks for the brief...that answers alot of questions and gets my mind wandering....(run for cover;>)

Respectfully,
Andy

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

USS FEYNMAN: In We Go!

by Andrew Catterick 7-20-1996

SD: 80720.0730
MD: 4.0600
Scene: Bridge

Zane entered the bridge with great anticipation. Three days of monotonous travel had taken its toll and he was thankful they had finally arrived. He noticed that all the senior officers who had ALPHA watch were already at their stations. It seemed they too were looking forward to the next FEYNMAN adventure.

"We're approaching the Coalsack's perimeter." The FCO told him.

"Slow to impulse. And hold at 10,000km."

"Aye sir." Jerran replied.

"What's behind there, lieLutenant?"

"Sensors are having trouble penetrating the 'wall'." The OPS officer replied as her fingers flew across her board.

"Lt Meleah?" Zane asked.

"One moment sir." The new SCI, sitting at the bridge science station began to fine tune the DELPHI Array. She had expected such a problem and had already completed modifications.

"Begining to receive some information now sir...." As Jenn began to relay the information to the rest of the bridge, Zane pulled up her diosplays on his arm console. It didn't look very inviting.

"Bridge to engineering."

[Koreth here.]

"Mr. Koreth are the two communication relay pods ready for launch?"

[Yes sir. We're locked and loaded.]

After the briefing the Admiral had sent out they had taken some extra precautions one of which was to adjust two probes to become enhanced communications relays. It had been decided that the FEYNMAN, on its own would most likely lose contact with EPSILON after entering the sack and that these two probes would, hopefully, allieviate this. The first would be deployed here, just outside the sack and was essentially a standard communications relay. The second would be deployed just inside the sack. When discussing the idea the new SCI had suggested that the storms and their resulting currents and eddies would most likely send the relay thousands of kilometres away from its intended station thus negating its effects. As a solution, Lt. Koreth had, with a little improvisation, attached a small computer and engine to the probe which would keep it with 100km of its desired position.

"Ensign Allard deploy probe 1."

"Probe one away."

"Put me on ship wide Ensign."

"Aye sir."

"Attention all hands, this is the Captain. In a few moments we will be entering the Coalsack. As I'm sure you are all aware it is a most uninviting place. While the FEYNMAN is well suited to this environment we can expect to be jostled around somewhat, especially upon entry. So grab something solid and hold on. See you on the other side. Zane out." He turned to face Maril. "Here we go."

"Raise shields and go to yellow alert." The first officer ordered.

"Mr. Jerran take us in 1/4 impulse."

______________________________________________
Scene: Bridge, USS PHOENIX

"We've just received word from TYPHOON sir, FEYNMAN has just entered the 'sack at position L-357."

"Helm set course for the TYPHOON, warp 1. Signal the ARGONAUT and the ROLLING THUNDER to join us there."

"Sensors have picked up a small probe left just outside the 'sack."

"A communications relay?" Tremaine asked.

"Think so." His exec replied.

"Can we access it?"

"Already working on it."

"Excellent." He leaned back in his chair smiling. Everything was proceeding to plan. In a few days they would have the information they needed and in a few days more they'd be heroes. Pity that the FEYNMAN might have to be 'removed'. The thought of firing on Starfleet officers was not a pleasant one. Still, it was officers like them, so officious and rigid that had put him and his crew in the position they were now in. But not for long. His sources at Starfleet Command had told him that 5 new ships were being readied for launch. He meant to have one.

<<<NRPG>>>

Well let this wooden writing be a lesson to those of you who get up early and try to be creative before coffee. Knew a few people going to the Olympics and I was silly enough to stay up and watch the opening ceremonies in the hopes of seeing them...my wife saw one.

Melanie/Mike Dailey: Please note mission dates. The last few before this one took place on or about MD:1.1400. This one is MD:4.0600, almost 3 days later. So we can assume that nothing of major import happened during that time. However, any backposts such as Maril meeting Meleah would now be out of sinc so the MD tells us right away where the post fits in to the greater story-line. (Am I helping or confusing...I can smell the coffee its almost done!)

Mike Dailey:I received a NRPG from you saying Here is my security rostor...but there was no security roster!

The SHADOW Fleet: USS PHOENIX -SOLAR Class Capt. Tremaine
USS ARGONAUT -AGAMEMNON Class
USS TYPHOON -STORM Class
USS ROLLING THUNDER-Storm Class

All: Ok were here lets get to work!

Respectfully,
Andy

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

USS FEYNMAN: Before Entering

by Max Felsher 7-21-1996

Meleah, sir," the android replied.

"Very well, Lieutenant Meleah. I would like to welcome you to the Feynman. We will probably need your skills very much on this mission. Once you get settled in, I would like you to report to my office at 1700 hours."

"Understood, sir."

"Dismissed."

MD 1.1430 Bridge

Maril arrived back on the Bridge, noticing that Commander Zane had left. He also noticed that Lieutenants Jenn and Jerran were teasing each other, and so(partially because he was in a good mood and partially because he couldn't have Jenn sitting in the new chair while he just stood there), he interrupted them.

"Ahh, I see you two are having a good time." Jenn looked up, and Jerran quickly started to study his console, with a glance to Jenn that seemed to say, 'Boy, are you gonna get it.'

"Oh, hello, Commander," Jenn greeted him. "Would you mind telling us who our new Chief Science Officer is?"

"I think you'll meet her soon enough."

"Oh, come on, Commander."

"No, Lieutenant, I am not telling you who she is, and I suggest you get back to your station." Jenn did sit back down at her station, but she added, "So, it's a female." Maril could have kicked himself for saying "she" and "her", but he just grinned.

"Yes, she is." "Fine." <<<<NRPG:Ha, ha, ha, now I'm sitting in the new chair. Yes, Kristen, I know you thought you would have it forever, but being FO does have its perks(now Zane's gonna come and take the chair from Maril and Andy will note that being CO has even more perks<g>)

MD 1.1700 First Officer's Office

As Maril looked over some information on the Coalsack, he heard the office's "doorbell".

"Enter," he commanded. Lieutenant Meleah walked through the doorway, then stood stiffly at attention in front of Maril's desk.

"At ease, Lieutenant. Please, sit down." The android accepted the chair silently, and waited while Maril cleared his throat before he spoke.

"Well, Lieutenant, you are coming at a very opportune time. Our mission is to map the Coalsack, especially the many pirate bases in there. The DELPHI array, unlike most sensor arrays, can cut through the interference. However, it is still inhibited by it, and we will need up-to-the-minute reports. As you may know, the Coalsack is fraught with dangers, and we will need to avoid these as best we can. All of this, as well as the normal duties of the Chief Science Officer, will be part of your job. I would think it rather daunting."

"You may want to make modifications to the array, which of course you may do, with the authorization of the Captain and myself. Also, if you have any suggestions in preparing for the Coalsack, do not hesitate to talk to the Captain. We must be ready for anything."

"Understood, sir," Meleah affirmed.

"Good. Now, you may choose a new ASciO, or any other member of your staff, although your choices are basically limited to this ship, since we have left Starbase already. Your quarters are in room 0541. I suggest you make all of your changes soon, because, in less than two days, we are heading into the Coalsack. Oh, one more thing, Lieutenant. I was a Chief Science Officer before I rose to FO. I do know how it feels," Maril smiled.

"Dismissed."

MD 4.0600

Engineering Warrant Officer Samuel Redaso, a new officer just transferred from Epsilon, stood at a console, looking at the Feynman's emission outputs. They were rather low, though not undetectable. On his service record, everything before his assignment to Epsilon had been listed as *CLASSIFIED*. Everyone had just assumed that he had been on some intelligence mission before. Although he did have some experience in intelligence work, that wasn't why the record was classified. The classification had been made because WO Redaso had been in GREY Fleet before SILVER, and obviously they didn't want the Feynman knowing about that fact. Having known that a communications buoy would be dropped right outside the Coalsack, he had made some modifications. He knew that his GREY Fleet compatriots would want to destroy the buoy, but he had left a coded message in the buoy. He hoped it would convince them to not destroy the buoy. In his message, he pointed out that they would not only be able to tell what was happening to the Feynman, but they would also be able to read his encoded messages embedded in the Feynman communications. Redaso smiled. He had of course relayed the fact that there would be a double shield on the Feynman, but now he would also be able to tell them the new shield frequency. Redaso grinned inward. They didn't even know....

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

NRPG: Ooh, more ominous spy stuff, except now we know who it is. However, I don't think we should kill him yet. That would be too easy. :)

Ted: I still haven't gotten anything on the Helm section of the BrOT from you. :(

Joseph: I was wondering if you have any NPC's you're not fond of. <G> I think Redaso's the kind of person who would get an accomplice(so he could blame someone else), and Flight Control and Engineering would be a good match of departments.

USS FEYNMAN: Just Before Entering the Sack

by Melanie Pocknall 7-22-1996

SD: 80722.0600
MD: 4.0608
Place: Bridge (just before entering the sack)

Lt. Meleah watched out the viewscreen while they entered the 'Sack. She was curious as to what they would find in there, at the same time as hoping that her science staff were getting along with each other. During one second, she remembered her meeting with Ens Loth, who appeared to have a chip on his shoulder about something. He was currently seething about Meleah starting her shift early because of the early time going into the 'Sack. He had been very nearly openly hostile towards Meleah, as had been evident by his words.

"An android is replacing me!" he had said with disgust. "I don't see why, I'm perfectly capable of doing the job."

"I do not doubt that you cannot do the job. But I have more experience in the science field than you do."

"That remains to be seen," Loth said snidely. "What are you doing about the roster?"

"I have checked over every crew member's record and decided to make a few changes. Lt(jg) Swanson is shown to be better qualified to have the position of ASCI. You have the option of being the XO for any of the shifts or the CO for GAMMA shift."

"You're joking!" Loth exclaimed.

"No, I am not."

"Well, I'm not working with you, that's for sure. Nor am I working with Swansen. So I suppose I'll take the GAMMA shift," he said grudgingly. "Who'll the XO be?"

"MCPO Richards," Meleah stated without even consulting the computer.

"Hmph," was all Loth said to that.

Meleah had found Loth to be fairly disagreeable unlike her new ASCI who should have probably been a counselor. Nali Swansen had a knack for getting along with people, and Meleah had decided that she would make a good assistant, especially with the reports she had been doing each day. Right now, Nali was working with some engineers on the DELPHI array, just in case a subspace bubble needed to be initiated to protect the ship from any damaging warp bubbles. Meleah had read a few weeks ago about a mission which the USS GAUSS had undertaken into a similiar coal-sack, and the technique initiated by the XO and CEO to prevent structural damage. There was no way Meleah was going to be under-prepared for this.

Unlike her job as press agent. The press had had a field day when they found out who was the SCI, and had asked her questions to which they expectedan answer to because they thought that an android couldn't lie. They were right about that, but they didn't know that Meleah had been told which sort of questions to avoid so the press hadn't got any 'dirt' yet.

All of this Meleah reviewed in one second. Part of her was still concentrating on the readings showing up on her console. For another second, Meleah reviewed the meeting with Ens Allard about the phaser drill test. He had sort of seemed pleased with her keeping her qualifications up, but had seemed surprised that she had gotten 100%, one of the few to do so. He had thought, what else would you expect from an android, but he hadn't said anything.

Meleah also remembered her first meeting with the rest of the staff. Lt Jenn had seemed pleased to see another female as part of the senior staff, and although Meleah has only basic emotions and not always good character judgement, she thought that Krysa could become a good friend. Lt Jerral had seemed a little hostile, and until Meleah was quietly told that she had beaten his score on the phaser test, she did not know why the Lieutenant might be feeling that way.

The FEYNMAN was now a couple of seconds closer to the 'Sack. Meleah hoped that Crysta, a part Bajoran, part Betazoid physics specialist who looked after the child during ALPHA shift, had Cadence strapped in for the trip. She had found the child to be an expert in escaping whichever room she was in, and yesterday, had to pry her away from engineering where Ens Jared had not been too pleased with a small child trying to investigate the warp core.

The ship was now only a few seconds away from entering the 'Sack. Meleah held onto the console with one hand while the other continued to record information from the sensors.

<<SNIP>> MD: 4.0612

The crew on the bridge watched as the shuttles were launched and proceeded to their designated positions. After a few minutes, Zane asked Lt. Jenn whether the readings were any better.

"Yes, sir. The gas and dust is not providing us with much interference any more."

NRPG:

(I couldn't think of anything else to add!)

Just giving everyone an insight into how Meleah works. I figured a back post would put people out of sync with the rest of the story, so I incorporated it into the current post, the first part of which is set just before Joseph's post.

BTW: Lt(jg) Nali Swansen is the new ASCI, with Ens Loth (does he have a first name?) relegated to 2SCI. Swansen will be a registered NPC, as will MCPO Calab Crysta (female Bjrn/Btzd) who is in the physics science department in BETA shift, and Cadence's babysitter in ALPHA shift.

Joseph: I hope Meleah getting 100% won't put Jerral's nose out of joint.

Kristen: We might try to see how Meleah and Krysa get along <G>.

Sincerely yours,
Lt. Meleah, SCI, USS FEYNMAN, Silver Fleet.

Melanie Pocknall.

USS FEYNMAN: Once More Into the Breech, Old Friends...

by Joseph Baker 7-21-1996

SD: 80721.2243
MD: 4.0610

The ship shuddered violently as Jerran eased her in at one quarter impulse power. The main viewscreen flickered with static, worsening as they went in deeper into the thick gas and dust of the Coalsack.

"LT Jenn, can you clear that up some?" the Captain said as he leaned forward unconsciously, squinting at the screen.

"Trying, sir," she said as her hands raced over the OPS board, a puzzled look on her face. The ship shook slightly as it was hit by a small gravitational eddy as Jenn shook her head and said, "That's as good as it gets, sir. The gas and dust create some very massive static electricity jolts which wreak havoc with our visual sensors."

"My tactical sensors aren't faring any better, sir," Allard said from the security console. "I'm trying to tap into the DELPHI array to enhance the scans."

"Navigational sensors?" the CO said as he and everyone else on the bridge glanced over at the FCO.

Jerran raised an eyebrow as he casually flew the ship through the 'Sack and said, "My sensors are being effected in a similar manner, but I am able to navigate us safely around any obstacles."

"Of course," the Captain said, expecting no other answer from the Vulcan.

"Sir, I would like to make a suggestion to enhance our sensor capabilities, however."

"Yes, Mr. Jerran?"

"The shuttlecraft, sir. When the NOGURA II arrived from EPSILON, it was loaded with a cargo section full of extra sensor equipment specifically for shuttles. They are nowhere near as good as the DELPHI, but I believe that we could slave rig the shuttles sensors together to act as relays for the DELPHI array. Flying in a standard diamond formation around the FEYNMAN we could theoretically cover twice the volume of the DELPHI alone. In addition, once the DELPHI finds something of interest, we can send in one of the shuttles to investigate it closer while the FEYNMAN and the other shuttles continue on their way."

Commander Zane nodded and said, "Fascinating, Lieutenant. How long till the shuttles are ready to launch?"

Jerran smiled slightly and said, "Five minutes, sir. I had them at ready five just in case we might need them."

Zane chuckled and said, "The day you're not one step ahead of the program, Mr. Jerran, will be the day LT Jenn is sitting in your chair."

"Prophets forbid, sir," Jerran said with a wink to the second officer as he typed in the launch commands to the shuttlebay.

<NRPG> Andy: Loved how you sent us ahead three days like that. Makes up for that 1 day which seemed like an eternity on our last mission ;) I do see this one as being a rather long mission, MD wise. We've got a lot of dust and gas to scan :)

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* Joseph Baker                                                             *
* University of South Florida                                              *
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* Daisemi'in rhhaensuriuu            * Of the Chief parts of the           *
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* rh'e Mnhei'sahe yie ahr'en:        * Can be truly said:                  *
* Mnahe afw'ein qiuu,                * Hate has a reason for everything    *
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* mrht Heis'he ehl'ein qiuu          * --Rihannsu Proverb                  *
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USS FEYNMAN: "They're Destroying Our Ship!"

by Kristen Gant 7-22-1996

Stardate: 80722.1218
Scene: Bridge
MD: 4.0800

Lt. Jenn was pleased to see that things were going smoothly with Lt. Jerran’s plan for supplementing the Delphi Array to help clear up the static. It made things easier on her part. She was able to track any strange readings much easier. However, this was the ‘sack and so she was still on edge.

She became even more tense when she saw the hail come in.

“Sir,” she said turning to Zane, “We are being hailed. It’s Captain Tremaine of the USS Phoenix.”

Zane cringed visibly, then put on his best diplomatic face and looked at Krysa, “Screen on, Lt.”

“Aye, sir.”

<*Commander* Zane. May I say what a pleasure it is to see you again.> Krysa could feel the Captain’s distaste for the man on the view screen, and new that the way Tremaine had stressed his rank, really grated on Zane. But she was proud of him as he acted as though the jibe had not been noticed at all.

“Captain Tremaine, it’s surprising how we keep running into each other.”

<Indeed, Commander. Seems the FEYNMAN just keeps getting in our way.> Tremaine smiled, <But that shall not happen again. You see, you are now on my turf.>

“Captain? Are you threatening my ship?”

<I’m doing much more then that,> the haughty smile never left Tremaine’s lips as he spoke. <I’m going to destroy you and save the day.>

“Really?” said Zane calmly. A smile crept across his face, “I don’t think you’ll have an easy time of that.”

<You don’t? Well perhaps this will change your mind.> He motioned off to the side of him.

Jenn’s eyes flew open wide, “Sir, our shield’s just went down.”

Zane turned his eyes on, her and she nodded slightly while still trying to figure out what was going on. Zane turned back to the new CSO, “Mr. Allard?”

J.C.’s hand would working his controls as fast as they could. “Sir, they have our frequency codes!”

<Goodbye *Commander*> the screen went blank.

“They are powering up their weapons!” Jenn shouted.

“Evasive maneuvers, Mr. Jerran!” came the Captain’s order.

As Lt. Jerran went into action they all braced for the impact they new was coming. When it did the ship shook, almost knocking Krysa out of her chair.

“Damage, Mr. Koroth!” yelled Zane over the klaxons.

“Sir, their preparing to fire again!” shouted Jenn.

<Sir, I have been working on something that might help.>

“Anything, Mr. Koroth,” Zane told him, “Just make it quick!”

Regards,
Lt. Krysa Jenn.

NRPG: Hmmm, will there still be a FEYNMAN after this mission :):):)

Jason, I though perhaps now would be a good time to see if your plan worksv :)

Kristen

USS FEYNMAN: Enemies On All Fronts

by Andrew Catterick 7-22-1996

SD: 80722.1015
MD: 4.14:30
Scene: Bridge

> A collective gasp went over the bridge as everyone understood the full
> ramifications of the situation. "What's left?" the commander asked.
>
> "I've still got the thrust vectors from the impulse drive to work with,
> but that's not going to give us enough maneuverability to dodge the
> gravimetric fields, let alone dodge the phaser blasts." As if to
> accentuate the FCO's statement, another phaser blast rocked the ship.
>
> <Engineering to bridge. That last blast nocked out the port impulse
> drive. Attempting to compensate with the starboard.>
>
> "Damn," Jerran said under his breath as he tried to maneuver away from a
> thick area of gas. With the port drive ouit, that meant he would have
> less room to maneuver, as the starboard drives vecotred nozzle would have

"Mr. Allard target that tractor beam and fire everything we've got!" Maril ordered.

"Firing!"

"Helm, reduce engines, we're not going anywhere as long as she's got a hold of us. Be ready to move the second the beam goes down."

Zane raced through the options in his mind, their were precious few. Their only hope was to break free of the tractor-beam and escape deeper into the 'sack where the larger ship couldn't follow.

"The PHOENIX's tractor-beam is fluctuating!" Krysa announced

"Can we break free?" Maril demanded.

"Not yet sir." Jerran answered

"Keep it up Mr. Allard."

__________________________________
Scene:Bridge, USS PHOENIX

Tremaine smiled as the ship bucked from the FEYNMAN's attack. It was useless but he gave them credit for trying.

"Captain a few precise phaser shots and we can take out their aft weapons" The executive officer frowned, he had counselled waiting for their three companions before they attacked but Tremaine had not listened.

"No, they can't break free and I don't want to chance loosing them. We need the ship to explore the sack and plan our attack. Besides...." Tremaine was thrown from his seat as the ships's port side received a vicious salvo of disruptor fire.

"Report!" Tremaine screamed.

"Seven small craft have entered the sector they are concentrating their attack on us."

"On screen. Xanthandi!" The FO exclaimed.

"Evasive maneovers, return fire." Tremaine ordered, furious.

"We can't! Not enough power for weapons, shields and the tractor beam." he reminded the captain.

"How long til the ARGO arrives?"

"Two minutes, maybe 90 seconds."

"Damn! Drop tractor but keep a lock on the FEYNMAN. Get those ships out of my sky."

___________________
SCENE: Bridge, USS FEYNMAN

With a jolt the ship was free.

"We've been released!" Krysa announced triumphantly

Zane had already chosen a place to hide. "Helm, come to course 315 mark 23. Best speed. Once were in that pocket, full stop and shut down everything. Good work Mr. Allard!"

"It wasn't me sir. Ships that the computer has identified as Xanthandi heavy fighters attacked the PHOENIX. They dropped the tractor beam."

"Ensign, sound general quarters, intruder alert. Seal off engineering and find me that saboteur."

"Zane to Engineering."

[Engineering, Lt. Koreth here. Captain we've taken alot of damage but most of it isn't critical. They were obviously trying to cripple, not destroy.]

"How long?" Zane asked as he simultaneously listened to the reports around him.

[18 hours...maybe 14 if you can keep things quiet.]

"No promises but I'll do my best. Can you switch to a secure line?"

[One moment.] A pause as Koreth headed to the security of his office. He had a good idea what this was about. [I'm secure.]

"Its unlikely that all those failures were coincidence. It looks like we have a sabotuer aboard. Probably in engineering."

[Agreed.] The Klingon growled, his mind going over the fitness reports of the new engineering crew they had taken on at EPSILON. [He will not remain hidden.]

"I don't have to tell you its a priority. Keep me informed on the repairs. Zane out."

"How about it Mr. Jerran?"

"90 seconds until the cloud."

"Are we being followed?"

"No sir." Allard replied. "The PHOENIX and the Xanthandi are quite busy with each other."

"Did the shuttles survive?" Zane asked

"There not on the sensors." Krysa replied. "But I haven't found any debris either. Continuing scanning."

"Well let's hope they're alright and they'll be able to find us."

"Mr. Allard send a a short communication burst to EPSILON apprising them of our situation."

"Aye sir...We've got shields...47%!"

"Thank-you Mr. Koreth!"

Zane turned to his FO. "The Xanthandi, this close to the perimeter?"

"The Armies of Holteri at the Gates." He replied grimly

<<<NRPG>>>

Just a note about the PHOENIX's power problem....the four GREY Fleet ships were put their because they had some major deficiencies which left them unable to be commissioned.

Respectfully,
Andy

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

USS FEYNMAN: Picking Up the Pieces...

by Joseph Baker 7-22-1996

SD: 80722.2225 (GMT)
MD: 4.1200
Scene: Deck 7, Impulse Drive

"Hand me that hydro spanner, would you, Mendorn?" Jerran said, his upper half sticking up into an access port on the impulse reactor with a hand out for the tool.

"Of course, LT," the Benzite pilot said as he took a breath from the breather at his chest and handed the FCO the tool. He then walked over to the access to the impulse drive's subspace driver coil and began working on it.

"I'm glad that we had this opportunity to work together again, Mendorn, I just wish that the Prophets had seen fit to place us under better circumstances for your first mission."

"Indeed, sir," Mendorn said softly as he closed off the panel and walked to a nearby control console. "However, I'm sure that we will make it through this one."

Jerran nodded with a smile as he slid out of the reactor, a smudge of dark greese on the side of his face. "Of that, I have no doubt, Ensign. Now, let's see if we can turn this back on."

The FCO walked over to the control console and began manipulating the controls to start up the reactor. A loud humm began to fill the room as the reactor's laser fusion initiation system began firing at the slush deuterium as it was injected into the reactor.

"Reactor power output to 10 percent and rising, LT."

"Good, Mendorn. Keep an eye on the internal pressure. If we have a spike, this whole deck could go."

"Aye, sir. Reactor power at 30 percent and rising. Internal pressure holding steady." Mendorn took a deep breath from his artificial atmosphere and said, "Sir, can I ask you a question?"

"Of course," Jerran said absentmindedly as he concentrated on the reactor.

"Lieutenant Cartwright, she's someone special to you, no?"

Jerran smiled slightly and said, "Yes, she's someone very special to me."

"Then not knowing where she is must be very hard for you, then, sir. I must say that your Vulcan emotional controls have much improved since your days at the academy."

Jerran nodded as he glanced at the Benzite and said, "She and I have been performing extensive mind melds ever since we first started our relationship. Because of that, even though she is off the ship, I still sense her. It's true that I don't know exactly where she is, but I know she is out there, and I'm sure she knows I'm still here."

Mendorn nodded as he looked back down at his console, "Reactor output at 90 percent and rising steadily. Internal pressure is nominal."

Jerran brought the reactor up to a hundred percent slowly, and then sent the output plasma through the impulse drive system. "Everything looks fine here."

"Yes, sir. What do we need to work on next?"

"Thruster system. I told Allard to keep his security teams away from that because I wanted to take a look at it personally. And, I want only you and I on this, because I think that whoever sabotaged them might have been in my own department."

"He's a flight controller, sir? Do you know who he could be?"

"Not yet, but I do have a few posibilities."

The two officers left the impulse drive system working almost as good as new as they went to work on the thrusters.

<NRPG> BTW, there're five people out in the shuttles, Cartwright, Dunnon, Harkone, Sirana, and Alera.

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* Joseph Baker                                                             *
* University of South Florida                                              *
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* Daisemi'in rhhaensuriuu            * Of the Chief parts of the           *
* meillunsiateve                     * Ruling Passion only this            *
* rh'e Mnhei'sahe yie ahr'en:        * Can be truly said:                  *
* Mnahe afw'ein qiuu,                * Hate has a reason for everything    *
* rh'e hweithnaef                    * But love is unreasonable            *
* mrht Heis'he ehl'ein qiuu          * --Rihannsu Proverb                  *
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USS FEYNMAN: Silent Running

by Joseph Baker 7-23-1996

SD: 80723.1827
MD: 4.1300
Scene: USS NOGURA II, Outskirts of Coalsack

Five hours after the PHOENIX attacked the FEYNMAN, the five wayward shuttles had finally met up with each other near the outer comm bouy. The crewmembers had beamed over to the runabout to meet with LTJG Cartwright and to discuss their options. Jennifer Cartwright looked out the rear window in the small aft compartment of the ship where the group had gathered around the table.

"Last I saw," Midshipman Sirana said, "was the FEYNMAN taking a bad shot to the portside impulse drive."

Jennifer noodded and said, "Yeah, and then the PHOENIX tried to pull it in with a tractor beam, which was interrupted by the Xanthandi raiders."

"So," CWO Dunnon interjected, "It's proabbbly safe to assume the FEYNMAN is still out there somewhere."

The lieutenant nodded and said, "Probably, and if she's as badly damaged as it looked like, she's probably gone to silent running, in which case we wouldn't be able to find her even with our sensors at full active in this mess. I would think it also prudent to assume at this time that the PHOENIX probably survived the Xanthandi attack as well, so we probably shouldn't tip our hand to them just yet."

"So, our best bet would probably to be just to wait here until the FEYNMAN sends out a transmission directed towards the buoy, and then we can home in on them with that."

[Lieutenant Cartwright], came the voice of the science officer sitting up in the control compartment of the runabout over the comm. [I've just picked up a signal from the FEYNMAN directed to EPSILON. I have a bearing.]

"Excellent, everyone to your ships."

[Sir, I've also picked up a small ship entering the 'Sack. It's a Starfleet D-Warp shuttle.]

"Damn," she said as she walked through the door to the front compartment with the resst of the pilots, some of which began to beam out to their shuttles on the runabouts small, two person transporter. "Who would be foolhardy enough to bring a D-Warp shuttle out to find us in this mess?" she said as she sat down at the pilot's console.

"transponder checks out OK, sir. She's sending out hails on all frequencies for the FEYNMAN."

"We'd better stop her from doing that before they attract all of Grey and the Xanthandi fleets. This is the runabout NOGURA II calling the Eqpsilon D-Warp shuttle. You are entering a hostile area. Please state yor business here."

[This is the Galileo. We've been directed to deliver a passenger to the USS FEYNMAN.]

"You are directed to hold position, Galileo. We will beam the passenger onboard and take him to the FEYNMAN, and you will return immediately to EPSILON at full speed. Please download the latest logs from the comm buoy you passed as you entered the 'Sack, and deliver them to ADM Nicholas."

[Affirmative, NOGURAA. Passenger is ready to beam over.]

Jennifer nodded to the science officer in the copilot seat, who got up and acivated the transporter. A female Bajoran officer in a blue uniform shimmered into view on the transporter pad as Jennifer sent the signal to the other shuttles to follow her deeper into the 'Sack.

<NRPG> Donna, feel free to write anything you want about the arrival onto the runabout and the trip to the FEYNMAN. If you feel like getting attacked by Xanthandi fighters, that's fine by me, just don't get Jennifer killed, as she's one of my protected NPC's ;) The science officer, however, is just a hapless extra, and is just dying to get killed ;) <Isert Cryptkeeper laugh here> Also, try not to loose any of the shuttles along the way back. We lost four on the last mission, and this is coming out of the FCO's paycheck ;)

<Back to RPG>
Scene: USS FEYNMAN, Bridge
MD: 4.1500

"How'd the thruster repairs go, Lieutenant?" CMDR Maril asked LT Jerran as he walked off the turbolift towards the flight control console.

"Rather well, sir. There was no physical damage to the thruster hardware itself. The sabotage was mainly relegated to teh computer software."

"Good, then they should be operating normally."

"Better than so, I'd say, sir," Jerran said as he typed a few commands into the console. "I made a minor modification to the thruster system, adding some subspace driver coils to them. We don't get as much physical thrust fromthe system as before, but with the mass reduction factor induced by the coils, we have a twenty five percent faster turning rate than before on all axes."

Krysa chuckled from under her console where she was making some minor repairs and said, "Just don't tell Tarrant about the repairs, or he'll think you're invading his territory."

Jerran raised an upswept eyebrow and said, "I dont look at it as an invasion per se. More like trying to make up for my lack of compassion when I blew out all his SIF and IDF relays during that maneuver I did back at the ring."

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* Joseph Baker                                                             *
* University of South Florida                                              *
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* Daisemi'in rhhaensuriuu            * Of the Chief parts of the           *
* meillunsiateve                     * Ruling Passion only this            *
* rh'e Mnhei'sahe yie ahr'en:        * Can be truly said:                  *
* Mnahe afw'ein qiuu,                * Hate has a reason for everything    *
* rh'e hweithnaef                    * But love is unreasonable            *
* mrht Heis'he ehl'ein qiuu          * --Rihannsu Proverb                  *
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USS FEYNMAN: What the Eye Sees

by Kristen Gant 7-23-1996

Stardate: 80723.2130
Scene: Bridge
MD: 4.1500

Now that the saboteur was incarcerated, and repairs were underway, Krysa stepped up to the Captain’s chair.

“I find it interesting that the Phoenix was willing to blatantly tell us they were planing to destroy us.” Krysa said.

Zane nodded, “I’ve been thinking the same thing myself.”

“I think they were most likely expecting help, which for one reason or another never came.”

“Maybe the Xanthandi raiders scared them off.” Zane hypothesized.

“It’s possible.” Krysa said hesitantly.

“You don’t think so?”

“Well, we’re talking about Grey fleet officers who definitely are looking for a way back into the main fleet. There is most likely some dissension in the ranks. Possibly between Captain’s of the various ships.”

“So we’re fighting a split army.”

Krysa smiled, “Probably. Not to mention the Xanthandi pirates who add another element to this. I think if we play our card right, we could come out of this unscathed with some simple sensor tricks.”

“Such as?”

“Well, what do you suppose ~Captain~ Tremaine would do if one of supposedly fellow ships suddenly appeared to be working with us... or even the Xanthandi.”

“You want to make them paranoid.”

She nodded, “If they are looking over their shoulders for enemies, they are most likely going to miss us.”

“How do you plan on pulling this off?”

“Well, I have some old sensor codes for the Phoenix. Now I realize it’s extremely likely that they’ve changed them. But I with what I have a few creative tricks of my own I can create doubt,” she grinned, “hopefully enough to make them worried.”

“What about the other Grey fleet ships, should they show up.”

Krysa shrugged, “I’m not sure I could do anything there, but hopefully Tremaine will be paranoid enough that we would have to.”

Regards,
Lt. Krysa Jenn

NRPG: Since I don’t like fighting... how about we let them fight it out amongst themselves :) :)

Kristen

USS FEYNMAN: Engineering to Security...

by Jason Bostjancic 7-22-1996

> "Ensign, sound general quarters, intruder alert. Seal off
>engineering and find me that saboteur."
>
> "Zane to Engineering."
>
> [Engineering, Lt. Koreth here. Captain we've taken alot of damage but
> most of it isn't critical. They were obviously trying to cripple, not destroy.]
>
> "How long?" Zane asked as he simultaneously listened to the reports around him.
>
> [18 hours...maybe 14 if you can keep things quiet.]
>
> "No promises but I'll do my best. Can you switch to a secure line?"
>
> [One moment.] A pause as Koreth headed to the security of his
>office. He had a good idea what this was about. [I'm secure.]
>
> "Its unlikely that all those failures were coincidence. It looks
>like we have a sabotuer aboard. Probably in engineering."
>
> [Agreed.] The Klingon growled, his mind going over the fitness
>reports of the new engineering crew they had taken on at EPSILON. [He
>will not remain hidden.]
>
> "I don't have to tell you its a priority. Keep me informed on the
>repairs. Zane out."

Tarrant sat in his office, mind racing. He was needed now more than ever for the repairs, but he needed that sabatur. Quickly a plan formed.

Rushing back into the heart of engineering, Tarrant started checking different stations. When he came to Ens. Jerad he whispered "Go with me"

Jeran barely managed to mask his surprise. Before he could ask the CEO made an announcement.

"Relay Junction J32 is malfuncioning. If we fix it we can get back 25% of our power through rerouting. If it goes though we'll be out for another 10 hours. I need someone to go in."

Ensign S'Tal spoke up, "I will go Sir."

Tarrant thought about it, then decided that S'Tal couldn't be the sabatur. He had hand picked his two alternate CEO's and done in depth checks. He was just coming out of security back then.

"No ensign. I need you to get that DELPHI back up. We are useless without our eyes."

Then another voice piped up. It was Warrant Officer Samuel Redaso. "I'll do it Sir."

Tarrant tried to remember the young man. Nothing seemed to come into his mind though... could it be him. "Ok Mr. Redaso, go to it."

The officer tried to go through the main doors and was stopped cold when they didn't open. Luckily S'Tal had cought on. Thank god for that Vulcan logic.

"The doors are jammed shut from that last blast. Take the jefferies tubes."

Redaso nodded, and headed toward the tube entrance.

Tarrant walked over to the DELPHI array. It was one of the few working systems that could access the computer core. S'Tal was already a steap ahead.

"Nothing on his past sir. All classified." said the Vulcan in hushed tones.

.................
Scene: Jefferies Tube J

Redaso decided it was time to eliminate the FEYNMAN's ability to react completely. He would destroy the relay section and then hide in the tubes until the GREY fleet arrived.

He patted his hidden pocket. The phaser was still there.

...................
Scene: Main Engineering

"... and that relay comes to a cross-section at K2."

"Thats about the size of a turbolift shaft. We'll take him there." Said Tarrant.

"Why not just activate the security forcefields?" asked Ens. Jerad now in on it all.

S'Tal answered, "The perpitrator obviously has a good deal of knowledge in engineering, and he has a engineering kit with him. More than likely he will disable the forcefield. " he turned "Lieutenant?"

Koreth was gone.

.........
Scene: Corridors

Tarrant ran into the security team just as he overrided the main Engineering door. "He's in the jefferies tubes, section J." growled Tarrant. He decided not to mention the fact of the junction at K2.

He would undoubtably reach the section sooner than Radaso. The tube path from engineering was quite like a maze, and would take a while. Besides, Tarrant had an Ace in the Hole or so he thought.

"Tarrant to S'Tal"

<S'Tal here>

"Do we have transporters yet."

A pause <No sir, they are still offline...>

Tarrant cut him off, this was not going to happen. Besides, he prepared, which was why he tore out of enigineering.

.........
Scene: Main Shuttlebay

Without even a pause the partial Klingon blew through the surprised flight security crew. He jumped into one of the remaining shuttles and tried to activate the transporter. It was turned off-line.

Tarrant was more than angered by the lockout.

"Remove the lockout Ensign, I need to use the shuttle's transporter now!"

The lockout was lifted and Tarrant transported himself to cross-section K-12. And a second later a surprise, Ens. Allard transported in.

With a whisper he said "piggybacked" and tossed Tarrant a phaser. Sounds coming out of the tube entrence above announced their sabatour's coming.

<NRPG>

Couldn't keep security out of everything. Besides Allard may prove to be useful. <G>

Mike Daily: You take it from here, but I think that Tarrant wants a part of this guy. Maybe even a little more than regs will allow.... it could be interresting. You make the call.

USS FEYNMAN: Engineering to Security... (Cont.)

by Michael "Mike" Dailey 7-23-1996

MD: 4.0835
SCENE: Bridge

J.C.'s hands flew over the control systems, jumping from weapons, to coordinating the intruder control teams. Stabilizers were almost gone, and every blow almost bolted everyone from their feet.

"Captain, all Security teams deployed to repel boarders and check for the intruder," Zane acknowledged, barking other orders. The ship shuddered, J.C. in concert with everyone, grabbed hold of something to fight the effects of the battle.

He looked down at the TAC display, "Sir, the other ships are making another pass at the Phoenix! Coming in from 342 mark 5!", Brace yourselves!"

"Helm, 162 mark 4, full impulse! NOW!," from Zane. The FEYNMAN felt as though it had dropped from beneath them. Stabilizers were gone now, among other things.

J.C. glanced behind him at PO2 Matsumii manning the station behind tactical slaved to intruder control and internal sensors. "Mr. Matsumii, anything at all yet.?"

"No, Sir. Nothing on motion, infrared, or..wait. Sir I have an abnormal heat source, Jefferies tube I, section 19, nearing the cross tube to J. It's moving, Sir.", Katsummi, always the calm one no matter the situation, though J.C. did notice she was perspiring a bit.

J.C. turned to alert the Captain, stopped by the aborted shuttle transporter access. "Captain, we may have two intruders". Maril turned, Zane temporarily removed himself from his new char.

"Checking Captain... it's Lt. Koreth. I have two teams enroute to Engineering." J.C. leaned slightly to the locker below his console, grabbing another Phaser. "Sir, I..." Zane cut him off, "Go ahead Ensign, give Lt. Koreth a hand.". J.C. glanced over at Katsumii, who moved over to his TAC station. She released the shuttles lockout, looked up to Allard. He nodded, and the bridge began the familiar fade away...

SCENE: Tube junction

> The lockout was lifted and Tarrant transported himself to cross-section
> K-12. And a second later a surprise, Ens. Allard transported in.
>
> With a whisper he said "piggybacked" and tossed Tarrant a Phaser.
> Sounds coming out of the tube entrance above announced
> their saboteur's coming.

J.C. noticed the strange look in Koreth's eyes, look of vengeance! Mean even for a Klingon. Koreth aimed his Phaser. "No," said J.C. surprised at himself, giving the Lt. an order. But his idea just might work. Koreth turned, shocked also. J.C. was backing up into section K-11, motioning for the Lt. to follow. Koreth look up, then back to J.C., lowering his phaser.

He whispered to the very ticked off Lt.,"We can wait here and see what he does and catch him in the act. They moved into the crawl way of the other adjoining section, closing the hatch enough to conceal them from anyone ejecting down from the tube.

In a few moments, they were regarded with the sight of WO Redaso, Phaser on his belt, and a toolkit over his shoulder. He turned to the entrance of K-12, opening the access hatch to that section. Koreth started up, J.C. grabbed the Lt. fiercely, to hold him back. Koreth broke loose and charged at the WO.

Redaso, shocked, went for his Phaser. J.C. took aim, but Koreth's dive blocked his shot. The dive was good, and Koreth tackled Redaso, full body, with both landing hard on the floor. Redaso's phaser skidded away beyond his reach. J.C. got up, phaser still leveled at Redaso. He moved to haul up the fallen saboteur. Koreth too Redaso's arm from J.C. and spun him against the wall.

"YOU are a disgrace. YOU HAVE NO HONOR! Koreth's fist found three and four soft spots in Redaso's stomach. J.C. bolted between the with all his strength, prying the Lt. from his capture. "MOVE ENSIGN!", J.C. struggled. "Lt. Koreth, I'll take him. SIR! I'll take care of him.", J.C. to the Lt.

He tapped his comm badge once, "Bridge, this is Allard. Lt. Koreth and myself have the intruder.".

"Acknowledged, Mr. Allard. Brig him immediately!", from Zane.

Again he tapped his badge, "Computer, patch me through to all Security personnel. This is Allard. Remain at intruder alert status. Patrols one and three, continue as normal. Two, four and five, concentrate on Engineering, Shuttle bay, and the Sensor decks, respectively.

Redaso, now doubling over did not look up. J.C. look directly into the eyes of Koreth, "Sir. WO Redaso should have been more careful. He had a nasty fall when he SLIPPED and FELL out of the J. tube." J.C. bent down, and grabbed Redaso's arm. "Get up Mr. Redaso. You're under arrest. For starters, Treason. I'm sure after the Captain's through, there will be more....

Submitted
Mike Dailey
Splatter2@qtm.net
Ensign J.C. Allard
CSO/TAC USS FEYNMAN

USS FEYNMAN: Command BrOT, Looking for Answers

by Max Felsher 7-23-1996

"So, Lieutenant, the last section finally arrives. Computer, begin Bridge Officer's Test, Section:Command."

The last setting of the BrOT was unusual. It wasn't the Bridge, it was Sickbay. However, if GLin'kharr thought that it would be easy because he was in his own environment, he was sorely mistaken.

The "ship" shook as someone beamed into Sickbay. Lieutenant Jenn stood silently, with Commander Zane lying beside her.

"What happened?" Glin'kharr asked.

"He was thrown almost across the Bridge when the inertial dampneners failed. Doctor, can you do anything?"

"I can always do something," Glin'kharr growled.

Once the Captain had been lifted onto the biobed, Glin'kharr noticed that Zane's life signs were rapidly falling, near death.

As he reached for the cortical stimulators, Maril contacted him. [Commander, we have intruders. I need you to release anaesthatine gas everywhere except for the Bridge. Is that understood?]

"Yes, sir." It was then that Glin'kharr realized the crisis. It wasn't that he would anaesthatize himself when he released the gas--he could seal off Sickbay. However, it would take time to key in the sequence to release the gas-- precious time in which the Captain could die. Glin'kharr didn't know what to do, but he did know that he would need to do something--very fast.

MD 4.0900
Bridge

Maril sighed, looking around at the mess that resembled the Bridge. "The owl and the mouse," he said under his breath.

"And the mouse escaping only because an eagle attacked the owl," Zane replied.

Maril nodded. "Constant reports on the situation," he ordered. As others got to work on the repairs, Maril headed to the aft stations. He wanted to know exactly how their every move had been anticipated. Of course, there was probably a saboteur. But Maril was looking for how all the security subroutines had been circumvented and similar information.

He sat down, knowing it wouldn't be easy.

Obviously, the saboteur knew what he/she was doing. There were so many lockouts, passwords, and dead ends, that the thief of Stirabi couldn't have squeaked past them. As Maril was no thief of Stirabi, it was even harder to find his way through.

Jeffries Tube(J2)

Redaso continued his destructive work on the DELPHI array, knowing that, even if someone did catch him, it was too late for the array. As an afterthought, he shut down the internal sensors, placing a lockout on it. Of course, he hadn't been so stupid as to crawl around with his communicator on. It would be nice, though, if they couldn't find him with the heat sensors either.

Down below, Koreth and Allard stood ready to capture Redaso. Koreth signaled for them to move in opposite directions so as to surprise the saboteur. The two started to move.

However, Koreth had just gotten into a Jeffries tube, and Allard was reaching another, when a group of forcefields appeared, surrounding the junction. Allard was trapped, and Koreth had just barely escaped.

They pondered the situation for a second. Who could have set up the forcefields? They had beamed in from a shuttle transporter, hardly accessible....

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

NRPG: I hate to thwart anyone's plans, but, as you may realize, I have taken it upon myself to represent the forces of Evil, Darkness, and Cruelty(aka Grey Fleet and Spy(s)), with most everyone else representing the forces of Good, Light, and Kindness(namely, the Feynman.) :) Of course, you never know....<evil laugh>

Ted: There's the last section. Go to it!

USS FEYNMAN: Ready Room

by Andrew Catterick 7-24-1996

SD: 80724.1000
MD: 5.0400
Scene: Ready-room
"Captain's Log, Stardate 80724.0400....

We sit and wait. Repairs are, for the most part complete, and we are ready to get underway as soon as ALPHA shift begins. I have decided to postpone until that time simply because if today is anything like yesterday I want the best at their stations.

The attack of the PHOENIX came as a great surprise. We knew it could happen but it was always hard to believe that one Starfleet officer would fire on another, whatever their status. Still, for them to have made their move before we had the information they wanted came as an even bigger surprise. Lt. Jenn has hypothesized that perhaps the captains of the four ships are not the allies they thought they were. If they had waited for us to emerge from the 'sack in a few days they would, most likely, have had to share the information our sensor logs provided. By attacking early it seems Tremaine hoped to capture the FEYNMAN and gather the information himself, undercutting his 3 cohorts. Such dissension could provide us with convenient wedge.

Either way, it was not to be. The PHOENIX was unable to capture her prize. The bridge crew worked as the finely tuned team that they are while Lt. Koreth some how managed to keep the ship together. But, and although I hate to admit it, I don't think we would have escaped from that tractor beam, regardless of their power-management problems, without the timely arrival of the Xanthandi.

Of course our immediate good luck leads to greater misfortune. Namely, why are the Xanthandi so close to the edge of the 'sack? Is it confidence or lack of concern that has them operating so openly? Its obvious they knew we were there either through the luck of one of their patrols or, more ominously, through the monitoring of shipping outside the 'sack. Thank-God, the PHOENIX got away. To add a SOLAR to their fleet, even with its deficiencies is unthinkable. When I had first viewed Captain Allison's briefing I had hoped that it was presenting the extreme situation. It seems it was not.

When we began this mission we were, officially, to survey the inside of the 'sack in the hopes of mapping hidden pirate bases that have been hampering shipping. Now, based on the past day's events, we may find ourselves discovering Xanthandi staging areas. If this is true we all may find ourselves facing war. I hope I am wrong.

Staffing....

All indications show that Lt. Meleah is fitting in well with her colleagues and has already proved to be invaluable by enhancing the DELPHI array. I've heard through the grape-vine that Ensign Loth has not taken the arrival of his new CO all that well. Perhaps he may one day learn patience....and some social skills. Additionally, we have also received a new CNS, one Ensign Lee. Her fitness report says it all, another headstrong Bajoran, just what I need! Still we need a Counsellor, and I am glad she's here.

Unfortunately, her arrival meant that the temporary CNS, Ensign Ryan was free to return to EPSILON. Aware of the dangers both she and the EPSILON pilot elected to take their chances and return to the starbase. I can't say I blame them, the attack by the Xanthandi does not bode well. Unfortunately it seems that the PHOENIX did not destroy all of the raiders as we had believed. Three Xanthandi were still in the area, most likely looking for us, and appeared out of no-where. The GALILEO didn't have a chance....

With two attacks I have suspended all shuttle operations for the time being. We have had a terrible lesson in just how dangerous the 'sack can be and I will not tempt fate again. If the raiders that destroyed the shuttle had located us in our still crippled state we may have been unable to fight them off. From here I am proceeding as if we are at war. The FEYNMAN was built to be a black ship and for the next few days it will be. If we are close to war or even a new level of aggression it is vital that we learn as much as we can and return to EPSILON, without the Xanthandi realizing they have been comprised.

....end log."

______________
Scene:Bridge
MD:5.0730

Zane entered the bridge and immediately asked Maril for a report.

"All systems on line, repairs complete. We're operating at Yellow alert and all emissions are being controlled."

"Good. Mr. Jerran coordinate with OPS and develop a search pattern that will cover the most space in the least amount of time....with sensors on passive. Additionally, I want to stay far enough from the perimeter of the 'sack so that if those four ships are still out there they aren't able to take anymore pot shots at us. We've got enough problems *inside* this thing to worry about the outside as well. As soon as your ready get us underway."

"Aye sir."

"Ensign Allard, how's are prisoner? Any useful information?"

"No sir. All I'm getting out of him is name, rank and serial number. And the occasional threat that he's got friends in Starfleet Command that could make or break my career. He is being watched around the clock so even with his skills he won't be going anywhere." When Allard had come aboard Zane had him go over every inch of the brig as well as stepping up training for security in general. Two brig escapes in one day during the previous mission was something the Captain, and ex-CSO would not stand for.

Zane frowned. It was the answer he had expected, but not the one he wanted. "Very well, keep me informed."

Respectfully,
Andy

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

USS FEYNMAN: Making an Entrance

by Donna Hurley 7-24-1996

MD: 4.1300
>Scene: USS NOGURA II, Outskirts of Coalsack
>
>Jennifer nodded to the science officer in the copilot seat, who got up and
>activated the transporter. A female Bajoran officer in a blue uniform
>shimmered into view on the transporter pad as Jennifer sent the signal to
>the other shuttles to follow her deeper into the 'Sack.
Right after she had entered the signal Xanthandi raider ships appeared.
Lieutenant Cartwright ordered the science officer to take his post and told
all shuttles to go full alert status

Anna could tell that they probably knew what they were doing a lot better then she did so she sat in the passenger seat and strapped herself in.

The raider ships began firing. Six distinct phaser beams headed for the NOGURA II shuttlecraft. Two of them missed the shuttle completely due to very good manoeuvring by the pilots executed by the pilots a hard roll to port. The impact of the other blasts was absorbed partially by the shields. But the shields were weakening.

"We need more power to the shields. Can you divert enough power from life support to maintain the shields and keep life support systems functional." asked the Lieutenant

"No, however, I could divert power form the transporters and use it to help maintain the shields." replied the science officer.

"Ok. do it." said Cartwright

The science got up from his post and began to use the transporter controls in order to properly divert the power to the shields as the Lieutenant continued to use evasive manoeuvres and the shuttle's weapons to ward off the attack.

The shuttle took a direct hit. There was no severe damage to the shuttle but the science officer was thrown against the side of the shuttle.

"I have training in medical, I'll help him." said Ensign Lee as she grabbed one of the medical supply units and went over to where the science officer was. She ran a quick scan of the tricorder and discovered that the science officer had a concussion and sever damage to his spinal cord.

As Ensign Lee was helping the Science officer, Lt. Cartwright was doing all she could to avoid the blasts from the Xanthandi ships and protect the other shuttles.

"This is shuttle Nogura to all shuttles. I'm willing to entertain ideas or suggestions that anyone might have as to how to make a retreat." announced Cartwright on a secure channel to the other shuttles as she came to the realization that the shuttles where outnumbered and outgunned.

NRPG: Some technical babble I made up follows. It was necessary in order to get all of the shuttles away from the Xanthandi raider ships and get back to the Feynman. Sorry if it is extremely impossible or doesn't make any sense.

RPG: "I have an idea." said Lee Anna and she went over to the co-pilot's position and made some calculations then continued "You could have the other shuttles enter into a high sublight speed at 0.02 relative, 75 absolute.. Then have the shuttles approach us along bearings 240 degrees and 120 degrees and have them fire off there waste warp plasma at us and use the outboard pulsing of our shields to create a warp field around the shuttles."

"I see where you're going with this; then the ward field combined with the deflector shields of our shuttles would cause their phaser blasts to dissipate before they could have an impact." injected Cartwright. "Then we could use the warp field again to get us to safety".

"How could it get us to safety?" asked Anna.

"We could move some of the shuttles back and stretch the warp field. When it stretches out too far. It will pull back in the form of a warp wave dragging all of our ships way from the raiders while still be protected by the warp field. Eventually the warp wave will die out and we will be far from the Raiders and they will have no way of following us. Only problem is that we have no control where the warp wave will take us, but considering the alternative. I think that this is our best course of action." explained Cartwright and she signalled the plan out to the other shuttles.

Lee Anna went back to work on the science officer but there wasn't much she could do for him he would need a surgeon to repair the damage to his spinal column and his concussion by itself wasn't serious but he might have a skull fracture and the limited medical supplies aboard the shuttle couldn't even tell if he had a skull fracture let alone treat one. The only damage to the shuttle was to the onbaord replicator which was unfortunate since that meant that Lee Anna couldn't just replicate what she needed to help the science officer.

The first part of the plan was successful and the warp wave quickly got the shuttles away from their attackers; however there was still no telling where it would stop.

As the shuttles sped along in the warp wave, Anna realized that there was nothing more she could do for the science officer, so she gave him a hyprospray that would keep him from feeling any pain even in his unconscious state and walked over to her chair.

Suddenly the shuttle stopped without warning and Anna who was still standing was thrown forwards into the backs of the passenger's chairs. Anna felt a sudden extreme pain in her left leg and then momentarily blacked out..

Scene: Sickbay USS FEYNMAN

Anna woke up on a biobed and looked around.

"You're all right. You're aboard the USS FEYNMAN in the sickbay" came the voice of one of the ship's nurses. "You passed out on the shuttle Nogura. You had a broken tibia but that's already been taken care of by a ship's doctor. However, you will have to remain here until I get the Ok for you to go from one of the doctors or from the head nurse. Oh. you will have to go easy on your leg for a couple of days. You were lucky. Had this been a just a few hundred years ago you would have had to wear a cast for weeks. and well can you tell me your..

"Could you tell me how I got here, what happened to all the shuttles and the people aboard them?" interrupted Lee

"Of course. Well, it was amazingly lucky; the warp wave brought all the shuttles here intact and all of the crew on aboard the shuttles are alive."replied the nurse

"What about the science officer who was on the Nogura shuttlecraft with me.? asked Lee Anna

"The majority of the medical staff is still working on his case. You should ask someone who is working on the case about his condition." said the nurse obviously trying to hide some bad news. "I know that a lot has happened in a rather short time frame but I need you to tell me who you are and why you were coming to the Feynman."

"I'm Ensign Lee I was billeted here to the Feynman as Counsellor." replied Ensign Lee.

"Ahh, well welcome aboard. I will inform the first officer that you have arrived."

NRPG:

Hello all and thanks for all the welcomes I received. I'm Donna Hurley (aka Ensign Lee Anna the new CNS). I have heard great things about this ship and read some great posts so I am really looking forward to RPing with you all.

USS FEYNMAN: Honor Among Thieves

by Andrew Catterick 7-24-1996

> Scene: Bridge
>
> Zane nodded and said, "I don't want to give them a signal to follow,
> though. Mr. Jerran, take us out of this area slowly. There's another
> high density area t 100 mark 4, distance 1500 kilometers."
>
> "Aye, sir," the pilot said, powering up the impulse drives. Jerran was at
> the moment very much disappointed not only in Tex Austin, but also in
> himself for not seeing the signs earlier. It was so obvious to him now.
> Who else could have sabotaged the thruster system in their last engagement
> aside from someone in his own department?

Zane was, to say the least, furious with *another* security breach. He turned to his FO. "Commander I want every department head to go over their department's fitness reports with a fine-tooth comb. If anything is out of the ordinary and I mean *anything*, including classified sections on their record then they get transfered to 'light' duty. They are to be nowhere near any important systems."

Maril frowned. As first officer he was in charge of the crew and as such would have to oversee the departmental checks. Any breaches would be his responsibility.

"Ensign Allard, as of right now your department is on double shifts. Step up the patrols and post guards in the shuttle-bay, engineering and all other critical areas."

"Aye sir."

"Lt. Jenn anything on sensors?"

"All clear Captain."

"Are we far enough away from the perimeter of the coalsack that any ship on the other side won't be able to locate us?"

"I can't say definitively sir. However, if they can locate us I don't think they'll be able to pinpoint us. They may know we're in this are but they won't know exactly where. I think we're relatively safe."

"Good. Helm, maintain position for 30 minutes and then continue your search pattern."

"Bridge to engineering."

[Engineering.] came the Klingon's calm voice.

"We've had another security problem..." Briefly Zane explained the situation. "...I'm hoping they took the shuttle as an avenue of departure. But, I think we have to look at the possibilty that they planted some sort of device designed to give our position away or even damage us...."

[I'll have my teams inspect every centimeter of this ship.]

"Thank-you Mr. Koreth. Bridge out."

Maril turned towards Zane. "What about the ASIMOV?"

Zane sighed. "There flying near-blind in here. I imagine they're heading out of the sack. Probably to rendezvous with the PHOENIX. AS much as I want that shuttle back our mission is clear and the longer we take the more lives our at stake."

<<<NRPG>>> > > BTW, Max made me do it ;) > Oh he did, did he?....Perhaps I should send him on a shuttle mission with Krysa;)

Respectfully,
Andy

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

USS FEYNMAN: Honor Among Thieves (Cont.)

by Michael "Mike" Dailey 7-24-1996

MD: 4.1305
> Maril frowned. As first officer he was in charge of the crew and
> as such would have to oversee the departmental checks. Any breaches > would be his responsibility.
> > "Ensign Allard, as of right now your department is on double
> shifts. Step up the patrols and post guards in the shuttle-bay,
> engineering and all other critical areas."
>
> "Aye sir."
* Spirits, How could this happen! We arrested Redaso, but never looked for an accomplice! *J.C. slammed his fist upon the top of the TAC console. Hard enough to vent a minute bit of frustration, light enough for his Superiors not to notice. He opened a link to the Security Office. "Allard to CPO Tamarov."

"Tamarov here, Sir."

"CPO, the Captain has put us on Condition 3, double shifts. Notify all Squad Leaders."

"Aye aye, Sir. Alerting them now." J.C. was going to lay a lot on the shoulders of his ACOS, but he was needed here on the bridge. From the little he had worked with Alex so far, he was sure he could count on Tamarov to relay and carry out his orders.

"Mr. Tamarov, you're to hold a briefing in 10 minutes. Your orders are to get Matsumii's squad in the Flight Deck. I want every inch of it covered. I want it tore apart. Look inside and under every shuttle, everything! They're to be in full TAC gear, armor and rifles. They're not to take any chances. Bordeau's Squad is to be on Sentry Duty, cover entrances to Main Engineering, Flight Deck, Aux. Weapons Control, and the Sensor Decks. They're to suit up too, 100%. NO ONE gets through those areas without being challenged ... any problems go through me or the Captain. Finally, I want T'Bocs people to comb Engineering inside and out. Try not to be in Koreths' peoples way; they're going to be busy patching the ship, but we've got to find out how that transporter get Redaso. The Captain's gonna want answers, and we WILL have some.

"Got it, Ensign. Orders received and understood." Tamarov sounded pumped-up and energetic. Good, maybe some results would turn up.

"Mr. Tamarov, one more thing. I want you to dig up anything and everything you can on Redaso. Maybe we can get some leads from that way. I'll meet with you at 1600."

"Aye, Sir. Tamarov out."

Now things will start happening. J.C. thought for a moment. *I think I'll try to get things happening up here.* He keyed the subspace comm panel, sending a call to Starbase Alpha, but stopped. *The Phoenix is still out there, I'll send it in code and tight beam scrambled so it's undetectable.*

Submitted,
Ens. J.C. Allard
COS\TAC USS FEYNMAN
Mike Dailey
Splatter2@qtm.net

USS FEYNMAN: Pirate's Cove

by Jason Bostjancic 7-26-1996

>"There appears to be a power source on that planetoid, captain, possibly a
>small base type of fusion reactor, from the neutrino readings."
>
>"Confirmed, sir," the science officer, LT Meleah said unemotionally
>fromthe aft station. "Sensor scans would also indicate the presence of a
>number of small matter antimatter reactors in orbit aroud the planetoid,
>indicative of starship power sources, in addition to some inert Cochrane
>type subspace fields within the body itself."
>
>Jerran looked up at the viewscreen and said, "Probably some smaller ships
>docked within a base of some sort."
>
>Zane nodded and turned to Maril saying, "Well, Commander, as you might
>say, Katana has seen the sea. It looks like we've found one of the pirate
>bases we were sent out to look for."

A warning light flashed on Lt. Meleah's display. "Sir, reading a power surge on the planet."

"A weapon?" asked Zane spinning to face Ens. Allard.

Quickly Allard ran through the controls, "Dosen't appear to be sir... more like a tractor beam."

"Could it hold us?"

A little confused, the Ensign replied, "No sir... but they should be able to figure that out too from our power outputs."

On the main screen a green band of light swept accross space, somewhat near the Feynman, another displaced about 800km port, two more also nearby.

"Sir, I'm picking up small pieces of unknown alloys within those bands sir. Spherical, 3 meters in diameter.. no power readings." announced Lt. Jenn.

"On Screen"

The front view showed a small object bathed in the green of the tractor beams.

"Magnify"

The small ball had numerous antenni protruding from it. Zane almost kicked himself for not realizing sooner.

"Helm! Move us..."

Allard interrupted, "Sir! The beams have moved. They've 'thrown' the spheres into our area. Fore, aft,... all sides."

Zane finally said it, "Proximity Mines. Probably won't activate until near contact."

"Sir, the planet is hailing us."

<NRPG>

C'mon, a pirate base without defences!?
Assume that the mines won't be easily set off
by some quick trick or sensor burst. <G>

Yeah.. spies in MY department huh?

Respectfully,
Jason

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

"Quoth the Raven 'Nevermore'"

USS FEYNMAN: Nice to Meet You Too

by Melanie Pocknall 7-26-1996

SD: 80726.0800
MD: 5.1208
>The small ball had numerous antenni protruding from it. Zane
>almost kicked himself for not realizing sooner.
>
>"Helm! Move us..."
>
>Allard interrupted, "Sir! The beams have moved. They've
>'thrown' the spheres into our area. Fore, aft,... all sides."
>
>Zane finally said it, "Proximity Mines. Probably won't activate until
>near contact."
>
>"Sir, the planet is hailing us."

"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,
Melanie Pocknall

Lt. Meleah, CSciO, USS FEYNMAN, Silver Fleet.

USS FEYNMAN: Trespassers Will Be Prosecuted

by Andrew Catterick 7-26-1996

SD: 80726.0930
MD: 5.1208
Scene: Bridge
> >"Sir, the planet is hailing us."
>
> "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. Jerral, 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.

"I am Commander Zane, Captain of..."

The man snorted. [Save your breath Captain, it don't matter who you are. You ain't going to be here that much longer.]

"We're here on a mapping expedition. We come in the spirit of peace and friendship."

[Bah! Friends don't coming lurking into their friends 'homes' unannounced. They way I sees it you screwed up twice. You came here and ya got caught.] A loud chorus of laughter exploded behind him. [Shut-it! or ya'll be scrubbing the head for the rest of your stinking lives!] His men quickly silenced themselves.

"Look, perhaps we could work out some sort of deal. You must be short on supplies of some sort, maybe medical? Tell me what you want and I'll help where I can." Of course Zane had no intention of aiding the 'enemy' his hope was to buy some time.

[What we want we take!]

"Than what do you want from us?"

> "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."

The feeling of relief settled throughout the bridge. They could escape.

"Any gaps big enough for us to fit through?"

"Not yet....a few more minutes and the right currents." Jenn replied.

"Can we blast a few mines to make the opening?"

Allard performed a quick scan. "I wouldn't advise it sir. Each mine is transmitting some sort of energy beam to its neighbours...I think its a basterized version of the standard Orion mine. We blow one and it'll most likely trigger the others"

"Can we block the beams?"

"I have analyzed the emmissions. Under normal conditions we would be able to employ effective counter-measures. Unfortunately the effects of the coalsack on our actions may in fact trigger the mines rather than de-activate them." The SCI replied.

"I guess we wait and hope for a hole. Any insights counselor?"

"Despite outward appearances I would say he is very nervous. I don't think he wants us destroyed....in fact he is scared of this possibility...there is definitly something he wants from us." Ensign Lee answered.

"The ship." Maril stated.

Zane nodded. "Makes sense. If what Captain Allison reported is true. This could be a privateer base linked to the Xanthandi. A Starfleet vessel would make a nice gift to his superiors and surely be very profitable for our friend here."

"Captain, the planetoid is emitting a beam! The mines are now beginning to move towards the base. Aft mines will impact in 8 seconds."

"Mr. Jerran..."

"Aye sir, matching course and speed."

"We are being hailed sir."

"On screen."

[Well captain, I politely asked you to leave and your still here. I guess that means ya'd like to come in.]

"I can not allowed this ship to be taken."

[Then ya got yourself a wee problem!] This time he let his men laugh.

"Not as big as yours when you try to explain to your Xanthandi boss how you let a Starfleet vessel get away."

[You can't get away.] He laughed, a little less confidently.

"Perhaps not, but as I said this ship will not be taken even if it means scuttling her."

[Your bluffing.] He protested.

"I've got nothing to lose. You do. Close channel"

<<<NRPG>>>

No idea where this is going but I know its going to be fun getting there!

Jason: Nice twist!

Melanie: What are you taking at school?

Respectfully,
Andy-->As nosy as ever :)

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

USS FEYNMAN: End of BrOT, and Shiver My Timbers!

by Max Felsher 7-27-1996

SD: 80727
Finallly, he raised his head from the PADD he was holding.

"Congratulations, Mr. Glin'kharr, you have passed the Bridge Officer's Test." Maril extended his hand.

Glin'kharr was a bit dazed. He hadn't expected this.

"Ahh...thank you, sir." He shook Maril's hand. It was rather interesting--two people continuing a ritual which neither culture used.

"Now, Mr. Glin'kharr, you may have a Bridge shift if you wish. I will let you decide this over the next few days. Please inform me of your decision before we leave Epsilon. Dismissed."

Glin'kharr turned to leave. "One thing, Commander. About the last section...."

"If you mean, did it become the storm of Strilago to your scores, no, it did not."

"Thank you, sir."

Just as Glin'kharr was about to walk through the holodeck doors, however, Maril said, "Oh, Lieutenant."

"Yes, sir," Glin'kharrr growled.

"Sometimes the needs of the many outweigh the needs of the few or the one."

"Ahh...yes, sir."

"However, somtimes the needs of the one outweigh the needs of the few or the many." Maril smiled.

Glin'kharr smiled back as he left the holodeck.

<<<<NRPG:There it's over! :) Actually, Ted, I was going to give you a rather low score on that section when I was reminded of the words of the famous James T. Kirk. If you want a Command shift, just tell me. Which reminds me: Melanie, if you want a Command shift, you are entitled to one. Also, Ted, if you want your test scores, just inform me.>>>>

MD 5.1230
Bridge

Maril watched the escape of the Feynman closely. It appeared that they would be able to avoid the mines as they headed away from the pirate base.

However, this was not to be. Just as Jerran rerorted, "We are clearing the field of mines, sir," the ship rocked intensely.

"Report, Ensign! Was that a mine?" the Captain cried as others got back to their stations.

"No, sir. Three small ships just appeared and fired at us. Attempting to lock onto them. The interference is making it tough," Allard reported.

"Do it, Ensign! Where did they come from?" Zane ordered crisply as the ship shook again.

"They were masked by a gravitational eddy. Also, the mines blocked many of the sensors while they surrounded us," Maril answered.

"I've got a lock on one of them, sir. Firing phasers and 3-photon spread."

"Mr. Jerran, become the strong wind of Asala. Take us wherever the wind blows!" Maril ordered.

"Target destroyed!"

"Sir, shields are down to 10%. Impulse engines are almost inoperative!" Jenn reported.

"I've got a course set, sir. I'm using what little impulse power we have."

"Zane to Engineering. I want as much impulse power as possible. Is that understood?"

[Understood, sir. Diverting power to the-]

The communication was interrupted by a third rocking. Officers flew from their stations. Sparks were everywhere.

"Sir, shields are offline! We have intruders!" Allard reported.

Four privateers beamed onto the Bridge, one aft, one near Ops, one above the Ensign Lee, and one a few feet in front of Maril.

"Duck, Commander!" Allard shouted as he fired at the one in front of Maril, unaware of the one less than five feet behind him.

Luckily, the privateer near Maril fell, but so did Allard after the one behind him stunned him.

As the one aft looked around, one of the other two grabbed Jenn by the neck, adding the statement, "If you don't turn over control, she dies."

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

NRPG:
<Play ominous music.> :)

Well, I was in a playful mood, and I decided to kill you all. :) Just kidding. ;)

Mike Dailey: Probably, the privateers' phasers were set on stun, so I didn't kill you. And they'll stay on stun, until they decide they don't need you(or anyone else) <evil laugh>

Kristen: How will Krysa react to this?

USS FEYNMAN: Shiver My Timbers! (Cont.)

by Michael "Mike" Dailey 7-27-1996

SD: 80727
> Four privateers beamed onto the Bridge, one aft, one near OPS, one above the Ensign Lee, and one a few feet
> in front of Maril.
>
> "Duck, Commander!" Allard shouted as he fired at the one in front of Maril, unaware of the one less than five
> feet behind him.
>
> Luckily, .the privateer near Maril fell, but so did Allard after the one behind him stunned him.
>
> As the one aft looked around, one of the other two grabbed Jenn by the neck, adding the statement, "If you
> don't turn over control, she dies.

SCENE: SECURITY OFFICE
MD: 5.1230

CPO Alex Tamarov, watch officer at Security Control, bolted at the Intruder-alert alarm sounding. He startled the two Midshipmen, Hensley and Krogriy as he got up. "Tamarov to all security, INTRUDER ALERT! I have Phaser fire on the Bridge; it may have been taken!", he grabbed deep breath.

"T'Boc and Matsumii, get your squads up to the BRIDGE FLANK! T'Boc take the foreword lift, Matsumii take the aft one!" he was standing in front of his console, not bothering to sit. Alex wiped his forehead. "Security to Transporter 1," Tamarov hoped this would work.

[Transporter 1 here,] Ens. Fuhrman.

"Sir, INTRUDER CONTROL, Bridge. Can you get a lock on the boarders?" Alex almost caught himself crossing his fingers, foolish gesture.

[Stand by, Security, checking..] said Fuhrman. Moments that passed like days slid by before the Transporter Chief replied, [Mr. Tamarov, they boarders have some sort of personal dampening field. No lock is possible.] Alex pounded his fist onto his console! Damn!

"Ensign, can you try for just their energy weapons?" Alex asked, a last attempt.

[No can do Chief, same field blocks their weapons, too!]

"OK, Ensign, can we send someone onto the Bridge?" *Spirits, please allow this one...*

[Sure Chief, but how can...]

"Belay that, Ensign! I'm on my way. I need you to beam my squad into the bridge, behind each of those scum bag 'privateers'." and closed the channel, not waiting for a reply. Alex started for the door, but stopped at the two Middies, who sat quietly, out of the way.

"I'm sealing Security behind me. Get two rifles from the armory, then guard this place." Double Yes Sirs resounded as they fled for weapons. Grabbing his own rifle, Alex bolted through the door, tapping his badge, "Computer, seal Security Control, Authorization Tamarov Gamma-1923." <Acknowledged, Security Control is now inaccessible>

"Tamarov to PO-1 Bordeau."

The squad leader's voice came instantly, but with a slight gasp, as though she was out of breath. [...Bordeau here, Chief.]

"Amberi, we're going to retake the bridge. T'Boc and Matsumii's squads are going up the lifts. I'm going to join yours and we'll beam in. Get your squad to Transporter 1 NOW. I'll meet you there in six minutes!", Alex gasped himself, running for the lift. Once inside, he fell against the wall, out of breath. The lift deposited him on deck on deck Six. Rested slightly, he ran for the Transporter Room. The doors opened to emit him to a Transporter Chief leveling a Phaser II at him.

"Whoa, Fuhrman, it's ME! Tamarov." He skidded to a stop and held his rifle above his head in surrender!

"Just being cautious, Mr. Tamarov. Where's your squad?" asked Ens. Fuhrman, holstering his sidearm.

"They'll be here any second. Can you put us behind them?" Alex asked, coming around to view the panel.

"Their protection fields extend about two meters around them. I can get you about 2.5 meters away from each." said Fuhrman.

"That will do." Alex held up his rifle, checking the setting indicator, he slid it all the way up to 16 (kill), paused a moment, then back down two notches to Maximum Stun.

SNIP
Scene: BRIDGE

Lt. Jenn struggled against her captor. She needed to break free more than ever. Her captor needed a shower, bad! She tried to bend, turn and plant her knee in his groin, but his grip was too tight. "Release me, you pig!"

"Hey, we have a feisty one here, kinda cute too!" said the disgusting one, probably the leader. Maril started to get up, but stopped at Zane motioning him to stay put.

Zane then rose himself, "What's the meaning of this! Get off my ship. I will not negotiate with you at all.!" As he got up from his chair, the privateer beside Jennn and her captor leveled his weapon at Zane.

"Commander, you better sit back down, or you'll be negotiain' with hole in your head."

Zane grudgingly complied, "No one take any action. That's an order." The leader grinned, "That's better." He motioned to the one how had taken out J.C.

"Come down here and check on him," pointing to their fallen comrade, laying on the deck in front of Maril.

He looked up at his leader, "O.K. Cal." Cal shot a blast millimeters from the other Pirate's head.

"Shut UP!, you Idiot! I said no names! Next time I won't miss!"

The Pirate touched his head slightly where the beam had barely missed. Angry at being rebuked by his leader, he gave J.C.'s unconscious form a sharp kick to the side on his way down. He bent to check his stunned comrade," He's OK, just stunned boss". He got back up and stood behind Maril.

Cal turned his attention to Zane, aiming his weapon at Jenn's forehead. "Now, Commander. Surrender. No conditions."

Before Zane could speak, Maril shouted "You know we cannot surrender, especially to scum like you." Zane turned to silence the XO, except the butt of the nearby Pirates' rifle beat him to it. With a whop to the back of the head, Maril was out, slumped against his chair.

"Commander, shut your people up, or I will shut them up for good!"...

NRPG:

Stun me, will you! My department to the rescue!!! Here come my Troops!

Andy: I saved your chair. No one shot it, yet <G>

Kristen: I knew you couldn't just stand still...

Joseph: I knew you were there, but didn't think you would get shot. Maybe you were busy planning something???...???

Max: Toche~!

Submitted,
Ensign J.C. Allard
SEC-TAC USS FEYNMAN
Mike Dailey
Splatter2@qtm.net

USS FEYNMAN: Party Time! Boarding Party, That Is.

by Andrew Catterick 7-28-1996

SD: 80728.0621 (GMT)
MD: 5.1230
>
> "Still trying to get reports from the rest of the ship, sir," Allard said,
> groggy from the effeects of the stun shot. "Lieutenant Glin'kharr reports
> that sickbay is secure. I have not heard anything from engineering,
> though, from either the security teams I sent down or from LT Koreth."
>
> Zane tapped his badge as the rest of the birdge crew got back to their
> positions, "Bridge to engineering. LT Koreth, please respond."
>
> Every eye was on the commander as the comm remained silent...

"Commander Maril, Ensign Allard..."

"On our way." The FO replied as he, Allard and part of the security team raced for the turbolifts. The rest took hold of their prisoners and began to move them down to the brig. Zane caught the eye of the senior NCO. "Place a double guard in the cell and make sure that everyone knows that the first person that falls asleep is walking home."

"Aye sir."

"Do we still have full control of the ship?" Zane asked as each station was checked.

"Yes sir," Jenn replied. As Operations Manager she was in the best position to give an overall report on the ship. "Internal sensors are not picking up anything unusual in or around Engineering. It may just be that the comm-lines to engineering are down."

"What's the damage control report say." Zane asked unconvinced, the alarm bells in his head were going off.

"All systems on line and functioning." Krysa replied

"Better have a damage team check out the comm system and the damage control computer." He turned to the FCO. "Plot a wide, elliptical course that will bring us back to the base in about....twelve hours."

"Course laid in." Jerran answered as his fingers flew across the board. "We're heading back in?" He didn't sound exactly thrilled with the prospects.

"The information we were sent to find is sitting back there. Now that we know what the inhabitants like to wear it shouldn't be too hard too insert an away team to do a little intelligence gathering." He moved closer to Jerran and gave him a slight nudge while gesturing over to Krysa. "Release me, you pig?"

Krysa turned to her two friends, red slowly creeping across her face whicle she stifled a laugh. "It was the first thing that came out....well they did smell!"

Soon the entire bridge was laughing, the tension of moments before slipping away.

Respectfully,
Andy

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

USS FEYNMAN: The Eye of the Storm

by Kristen Gant 7-28-1996

Stardate: 80728.1104
Scene: Bridge
MD 5.1245

Zane motioned for a security team to head down to engineering as there was no report from Lt. Koreth. Then the rest of the bridge staff went into action.

Medical staff had already stepped onto the bridge and were checking out Ens. Allard and Cmdr. Maril as Krysa straightened her uniform and took her place at Ops while security gathered up the four pirates to take them to the brig. “I’ll show you cute,” she muttered.

Jerran chuckled, “Well, you can’t fault him for pointing out the obvious.”

Krysa shot him a look. “Don’t start with me, Terri,” she said sternly, but he could tell by her smile, that she was pleased at the sideways compliment.

“Sir the three ships are still waiting. Perhaps for a signal from the intruders,” Jerran reported.

“We can’t take much more from them, sir.” Jenn said, her face furrowed in a frown. “Shields are still off-line, and without any help from engineering we’re sitting pretty helpless.”

Zane nodded, “Mr. Jerran, can you get us drifting. I want to appear more then helpless.”

“Aye, sir,” said Jerran with a grin. Playing helpless was easy.

“I’m fine,” came a growl behind them. The turned to see Ens. Allard, pushing away the medical team. He shook his head a bit and stood to take his station. Zane looked at him questioningly.

“I’m fine, sir. Honest. It was only a stun setting.”

Zane looked at the med tech who shrugged, not willing to make an issue out of it. It was true Allard had only been stunned. And while the medical officers liked to check out stun victims thoroughly, it wasn’t very often an option on Starships. “Very well, Ens. See what you can do about our weapons systems.”

Regards,
Lt. Krysa Jenn

NRPG: I know it’s not one of my better posts, but I missed all the good stuff :) I know, I know, it’ll serve me right for having a fun filled day of *shudder* yard work :) But today will make up for it :) :) We are going to the little festival put on by our ‘burb... Merri-go-rounds and bumper cars, don’t ya know....

So anyway, this is my little attempt to stay in the swing of things :)

Kristen

USS FEYNMAN: Engineering and the Invasion

by Jason Bostjancic 7-28-1996

MD: 5.1215 ?

The intruders had beamed into engineering and caught the Federation officers by surprise. Tarrant was working in a nearby jefferies tube when the attack came. The commotion caused the CEO to backtrack a little towards the main part of Engineering.

"...and make sure we have the bridge." It was a rough voice, but sounded more like the person was trying to be that way.

Tarrant managed to get close enough to see some of the situation. There were five of them that he could see, and by the voices he guessed three more out of sight.

WO Dunnon, always the impulsive one unfortunately, spoke up "You can't do this. When Starfleet gets... AGH"

The sound of a blunt object striking one's skull silenced the shield specialist.

"STARFLEET... Your *precious* STARFLEET won't come here!" The voice was pure hatred.

Tarrant could only sit there for the moment hoping that no one else would make such an impulsive move. He was wrong.

Ens. Jerad thought it prudent to take action and attacked Dunnon's attacker. Unfortunately the Ensign was not overy adept at the fighting arts and was quickly thrown off. Tarrant saw his ACEO thrown into his field of vision. Then a second later a phaser blast vaporized him into nothingness.

Tarrant bit down, stifleing the need to attack.

"You IDIOT! We are suppost to be on *stun*!" Another phaser shot, but at lower power, shot out from beyond the Klingon's point of view. The shot hit the Engineering Communication's panel sending it into sparks.

The trying-to-be-rough-voice sounded again. "Enough of this. Get Engineering secure. You two, get these prisoners over there."

Tarrant backed up into the tube, and headed for another junction. He had to help get Security in there. After running through the maze Tarrant ended up in the walkway near Engineering. Carefully stryfing the wall the CEO shifted once again into the tactical roll.

Ironicly he thought that he'd been doing this a lot lately. Just then he had to duck back as Engineering doors came into view. The two Security officers layed unconscious on the floor as two pirates had taken up their slots. Both human, or as far as Tarrant could tell, and with phaser rifles.

He wanted to get Security, but if the rest of the bridge was in such a shape, then there might not be any help. From Engineering Tarrant could pretty much retake the ship with little help.... but that was the trick.

It was now or never... "please... please don't shoot me." the voice Tarrant used sounded like a combination of Lt. Jenn and Cmdr. Maril. He was not an actor.

For added affect he used his rather rough voice for a laugh. Then set up in position. One of the guards came arround and Tarrant didn't hesitate. He lept foreward like a tiger surprising the guard. Getting in close enough, the partial Klingon eliminated any chance of the long rifle shooting him. One powerful blow to the man's neck was all it took.

He wouldn't die quickly, but the esophagus was now crushed, and would slowly suffocate him. Tarrant grabbed the dropped rifle and took up position again.

"What the hell was that?" the second guard came around more cautiously.

They fired at the same time. Tarrant found himself struck in the arm, where'as the pirate guard was hit dead center. The situation made the CEO think of Ens. Allard's firearm qualification test. He grinned as the pain from the blast came. It was more of a grimace. A little smore arose from his hurt arm.

Just then three security officers came around the corner and nearly shot him. At least now he had backups to retake Engineering. If they didn't react and kill him first.

<NRPG>

Someone else take it from here. Since we've somehow already taken Engineering back <G>

I seem to have missed the post that put us in this mess, but I have all the ones explaining what happened after, and how we all reacted.

Sorry for the silence, but all I had until today were assorted NRPG's.

Respectfully,
Jason

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

"Quoth the Raven 'Nevermore'"

USS FEYNMAN: It's Not Over 'Till the Fat Lady Sings

by Melanie Pocknall 7-30-1996

SD: 80730.0445
MD: 5.1230 (Slight backpost)
Scene: Bridge

Meleah stod motionless as the pirates beamed onto the bridge. She saw one right behind Allard but wasn't quick enough to stop him from being stunned. The pirate then turned around and trained the phaser on her. "I wouldn't come any closer, sister."

Meleah tilted her head to one side, a confused look on her face. "Why would you not come any closer?"

The pirate gave a short laugh. "You think you're real smart, don't you?"

"As a matter of fact...." Meleah's sentence was cut off by Zane.

"Don't say anything, Lieutenant."

Meleah saw that it was a tense situation and wisely decided not to say any more.

<<SNIP>>

As Jerran threw one pirate away from him, Meleah moved forward to make sure the other one would not cause any trouble but fortunately, the pirate was knocked down. Keeping out of the way of the phaser fire, she went around to the pirate who was still clutching his stomach, and grabbed him in a forceful hold. "Are you alright, Lt?" she asked Krysa.

"I think so."

One of the security officers came to escort the pirate Meleah held to the brig, while Zane pieced together reports from around the ship.

>"Still trying to get reports from the rest of the ship, sir," Allard said,
>groggy from the effeects of the stun shot. "Lieutenant Glin'kharr reports
>that sickbay is secure. I have not heard anything from engineering,
>though, from either the security teams I sent down or from LT Koreth."
>
>Zane tapped his badge as the rest of the birdge crew got back to their
>positions, "Bridge to engineering. LT Koreth, please respond."
>
>Every eye was on the commander as the comm remained silent...

Although no-one openly showed nervousness as to what may have occurred in engineering, it could be felt by everyone, including Meleah. There were very few explanations for the CEO's non response.

Allard and Maril were sent down to Engineering to look for Koreth. Meleah then stepped forward. "Cmdr, I believe that I could be of some use as part of the security team."

Zane comsidered. He remembered her training as a security officer, and had heard of her proficiency in the phaser test. "Okay."

"Thank-you, sir." Meleah went directly to the turbolift, and met up with the others just outside Engineering.

Allard eased himself around the entrance and just as Meleah and Maril followed him into Engineering, there was a volley of phaser fire. Both officers managed to avoid the fire but there were a couple of unfortunate security officers who didn't. Those in Starfleet returned fire at the three pirates that they could see, and eventually one was hit. When he went down, the other two ran.

Allard stood up and started following them, half of his team automatically following his lead. "Ockjii," he said to the Andorian officer, "you take half the team and search engineering. Lt, you stay here," he said as he was already at the exit where the pirates had gone.

Meleah looked around her. Many of the Engineering staff were lying down, but at this point she was unable to tell who was injured, or even dead. While security started searching, she started looking for the injured. And for Lt. Koreth.

She heard what sounded to be like a volley of phaser shots, a far distance away, and went towards the sound. Her phaser in her right hand, she cautiously looked around the corner and saw Koreth, a few security guards, and some bodies lying on the floor. "I take it you won," she observed.

"For the moment," Koreth replied. "There shouldn't be too many more," fingering his phaser as if willing the pirates to come out.

"Ens Allard and Cmdr Maril are currently chasing two more intruders who were in the main part of engineering."

"Then we have a chance. Follow me."

The small group advanced carefully towards main engineering, and when they found no-one there but a few Starfleet officers still lying on the ground, Koreth advanced to the main control panel. "They've blown communications, shields, and came close to damaging the main links to the engines. As it is, we don't have enough power to go to warp." Motioning to the security officers, he said, "Watch for those pirates. Lt," turning back to Meleah, "I'll need some help getting the engines back to full power."

Before they could get started, two pirates (different ones from before) came into view. One security officer was downed before the others opened fire. With deadly accuracy, Meleah shot both of the pirates, her phaser only on stun. Had it not been, the pirates would have been dead instantly. Immediately afterwards, she noticed that Koreth was favouring his injured arm but upon recalling that he was part Klingon, and Klingons tend to ignore minor injuries, she did not say anything, and they started working on the engines.

NRPG:

(This was started a couple of days ago and modified accordingly to the subsequent posts.)

Anyone who thought that Meleah would stay out of the action was wrong. She doesn't deliberately look for it but she has a way of getting into the thick of things.

Max: Wow, a Command shift! I didn't even know Meleah would be qualified. She'll certainly want to practice those Command skills.

Sincerely yours, Lt. Meleah, CSciO, USS FEYNMAN, Silver Fleet.

Melanie Pocknall.

USS FEYNMAN: I Have a Headache

by Kristen Gant 7-30-1996

Stardate: 80730.2233
SD: 5.1900
Scene: 10-Forward

“Thanks Bat, it was wonderful.” Krysa told the Bartender, then added, “As usual.”

Bat grinned happily, “Always a pleasure, my dear.”

“Unfortunately it didn’t help. I still have a headache.”

Bat laughed. “You are the only woman I know who tries to cure a headache with food.”

Krysa grinned, “Don’t laugh, it usually works.” She sighed, “Ah well, I’m sure it’s just from where that creep grabbed my neck. I’m going to go to sickbay and get something for it.”

“Probably a good idea.”

Krysa waved as she headed out of 10-Forward. She rubbed her temple where the pounding only seemed to be getting worse. This was the second one in so many days. Luckily the first had gone away after that delicious piece of hot apple pie. This one would even budge after a large dish of Bat’s special Irish stew.

Krysa walked into Sickbay and was met by Dr. Glin’kharr. “What are you still doing on duty, Doctor.”

“A doctor’s work is never done, Lt. What can I do for you?”

“I have this horrible headache that I can’t seem to get rid of.” She explained.

“What have you taken for it?”

“Well, actually only Bat’s stew,” she grinned.

Raising an eyebrow at her, Glin’kharr decided not to ask. He pulled out a hypospray. Checking it carefully first, Glin’kharr put it to Krysa shoulder. “This should take care of it in a blink.”

“I hope so.”

“Are you prone to headaches?”

Krysa nodded, “Though not so much as I used to be. I’m sure you’ve read in my records about my head injury when I was 16. I got horrible headaches for several years following. Still get them every so often.”

“How do you usually take care of them?” Krysa grinned, “Usually they’ll go away if I eat something.”

“Interesting.”

“Though I did get grabbed by the neck today during the intruder alert.” She pushed her dark hair back from her neck so Glin’kharr could see the bright plum bruise that had formed on the back left side of her neck.

“I see. You should have gotten that taken care of earlier.”

“I didn’t have time.”

The doctor growled, “I’m sure. But you still need to have things like this taken care of. One of these days it might be serious.”

“Yes, sir.” said Krysa with a smile. She quickly took it off her face when Glin’kharr didn’t smile back.

“Tip your head this way, please.” Krysa did exactly as he asked while he tended to her bruised neck.

When he finished, he asked, “How’s your headache?”

“Completely gone. Even faster the a hot fudge sundae,” she chuckled.

“Of that I have no doubt,” said Glin’kharr.

Krysa thanked the doctor and left for her quarters to get a short nap before they arrived at the base.

MD: 6.0030

Krysa’s alarm went off and she quickly got up and dressed so she’d be on the bridge as they approached the base.

Regards,
Lt. Krysa Jenn

NRPG: Well, I wrote us to the base, so we are safe from that solor class ship that backed into something... at least for a while :)

Kristen

USS FEYNMAN: Evading the Pirates

by Joseph Baker 7-30-1996

SD: 80730.1857
MD: 5.1300

The pirate ships were quite easy to evade now that their crews were all on the FEYNMAN trying to reap its technological treasures, with little success. The mines were a little bit more difficult to dodge, though, as they were stil under the control of the pirate base. Even under minimal impulse power, LT Jerran was able to maneuver away with only a couple of them exploding, causing minimal damage to the ship's shielding.

"We've cleared the minefield, Captain," he reported. "Proceeding on the elliptical orbit you specified. ETA back at the pirate base, 11 hours, 57.9 minutes and counting."

"None of the pirate ships are pursuing," LT Jenn added.

Zane nodded and said, "It would appear that they sent all their people over to try and capture us. So much the better."

"Security reports coming in from Engineering, sir," Tamarov reported. "They say they've got the situation mostly in hand, with a few stragglers yet to be accounted for. They've managed to do some moderate damage to the warp core. We won't have that back online for a few hours, at least."

"LT Jenn, divert all remaining power from the fusion reactors to the sensor systems and bring the emergency reactors and batteries up to full standby just in case something happens."

"Aye, sir," the OPS officer said.

<NRPG> Welllll, I know this was short and sweet, but I just wanted to set it up for us to get back to do the infiltration thing. That oughta be fun :) We should be back at the base by 6.0100, unless anything big, ugly, and with three nacelles comes up and attacks us.

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USS FEYNMAN: Arrival

by Melanie Pocknall 7-31-1996

SD: 80731.0920
MD: 5.1545
Scene: Bridge

Meleah stepped out of the turbolift onto the bridge. Because some of the other senoir officers were in need of medical attention, she had been called upon to command Beta shift. Because she did not need any sleep, and was not damaged, she was a logical choice for the position. LtCmdr Maril was in the command chair, and he stood up when Meleah came into view. "Cmdr, Dr. Glin'kharr wishes you to go down to Sickbay as soon as your shift has finished."

"Thank-you," he replied and proceeded to inform her of the situation (nothing had really happened so far). He then left the bridge and Meleah seated herself in the command chair. This was her first command shift on the Feynman, and in an unusual sort of way, she was looking forward to it. She made the usual department checks, keep an eye out for the pirates, and generaly had a uneventful shift. But she didn't get bored simply because she couldn't get bored.

At 0030 hours, as her extended shift was up, she tapped her badge and said, "Bridge to Cmdr Maril."

There was a few seconds wait, then a groggy sounding voice said [Yes]

"We are exactly thirty minutes away from the pirate base. The Captain informed me that all senior officers were to be on the bridge, if possible, when we arrived."

[I'm on my way.]

Meleah then switched her attention to Zane. "Bridge to Cmdr Zane."

[Yes?] sounded a voice that indicated he was wide awake.

"We are twenty-nine minutes away from arrival"

[Thank-you, Lt.]

A few minutes later, Zane, Maril, Krysa, and Allard arrived. Jerran had arrived slightly earlier than the others and was already seated at his station. Meleah relinquished the chair, which she had investigated during her shift, and took up her chair at the science station as Ens Loth was still in sickbay.

NRPG:

Meleah just *had* to sit in the command chair! This makes my nrpg post partly redundant, although I still wish to know how often Meleah would have a command shift.

Sincerely yours, Lt. Meleah, CSciO, USS FEYNMAN, Silver Fleet.

Melanie Pocknall.

USS FEYNMAN: Unexpected

by Max Felsher 7-31-1996

SD 80731.1200(GMT)
MD 6.0100
Scene: Bridge

As the Feynman neared the pirate base, Commander Zane turned to Maril.

"Commander, I want you to lead an infiltration team into the base. Take who you want."

"Sir, don't you think we would be like the giants walking into Asligo?"

"Yes, you probably would stick out. However, our mission is to infiltrate, and that's what we'll do."

"Aye, sir. Now, hmm...Mr. Allard, Mr. Jerran, and Mr. Lee, you're with me. I'd also like an NCO each from the Engineering department, the Science Department, and the Security Department."

"We will also need appropriate clothing. I'd like you to find that, Ensign Lee. And also we will need a way to sneak into the base without anyone realizing that we beamed in from the Feynman. Lt. Meleah, that's your job."

"Develop a cover character for each of yourselves. Keep in mind that we will be pirates, and for efficiency's sake, we will keep ourselves in a rough chain of command. We will go over everything at 0200 hours and we will depart at 0230 hours. Is everything understood?"

"Yes, sir," was heard throughout the Bridge.

"Do you think you could have been a little more direct, Commander?" Zane smiled as everyone got to their duties.

Maril shrugged. "I just didn't want to forget anything."

MD 6.0245 Pirate Base:Cargo(Loot?) Hold 4

Maril, along with the six other officers, stood, looking around at what these pirates had stolen over time. Of course, the pirates could have kept the loot on their ships, but they probably wanted to keep things light, and so used the cargo to buy things and pay for food. This was that loot--the loot that had been used as currency on the base.

Finally, someone found the door. It would have been hard to get in from the outside, but being inside, that wasn't a problem. Maril ordered the Engineering officer to try to find some way to allow them to get back in if they needed to. He wasn't greedy; he simply thought they might need to get back in at some point.

Maril had chosen to act the part of a tough pirate captain who had gotten into many a battle-- just not any that anyone on the base could remember.

"Everyone, out, now!" he yelled in a grumpy tone.

By this time, the Engineering officer had finished. No one was surprised by Maril's tone of voice; they just acted their parts and grumbled as they shuffled out of the hold.

"C'mon, you lot of traitors, get to the docks," he muttered.

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

NRPG: Ha, there you are. And you thought this was going to be boring. ;)

To quote Joseph(with a slight modification): BTW, Andy made me do it. <BG>

All: I left everything a little vague so you can fill in the details. You can write the 0200 meeting if you want. I just didn't want to, not knowing what people would come up with.

Andy: I hope this is what you had in mind. :)

Kristen, Melanie, Ted, Jason: Have a good time up on the Feymnan!

Joseph, Mike, Donna: Okay, develop a character for your character to act, and let's get out into this base! :) Note that Maril is "in command". Also note that we have devised no way to get back to the Feynman. :D

Jason, Melanie, Mike: Please pick one NPC from your department to accompany the away team. You may play that NPC, or not.

Melanie: If you can, try to figure out some way for us to get into the base, hopefully the cargo hold, since that's where I wrote the team being.

Donna: As said in the post, please figure out what the pirates would probably wear.

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+<font style="font-size: large; font-stretch: expanded; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">TOTAL JULY 1996 POSTS: 75</font>
+{{Template:USS_FEYNMAN_POST_ARCHIVES}}
+<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Staffing</h3>
+<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by
+Andrew Catterick 7-1-1996</h4>
+> MD: 5.1500<br>
+> Scene: Captain's Ready Room<br>
+><br>
+> ".... so you see Lieutenant, I want something more authoritative. I'm<br>
+> no interior decorator, but I need something that gives me a clearer view<br>
+> of everything and that says.... *CAPTAIN*."<br>
+><br>
+> The CEO looks at Zane trying to determine if he's truly serious.<br>
+> Starting slowly Tarrant begins speaking, "Well... I guess we can break<br>
+> a few rules concerning alteration of ship bridges and do it... but I'll<br>
+> have to wait till we get back at Epsilon..."<br>
+><br>
+"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.
+___________________________<br>
+Scene: Sickbay<br>
+"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."
+________________________________________<br>
+Scene: Security Office<br>
+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.]
+_________________________________<br>
+Scene: 10-Forward<br>
-<font style="font-size: large; font-stretch: expanded; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">TOTAL JUNE 1996 POSTS: *TBD*</font>
+Zane sat at the table his hands clasped in front of him as he
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+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<br>
+> into something... I haven't forgotten that.<br>
+Oh SERAPIS is a SOLAR...I, uh, forgot. Well at least your not the pilot
+who couldn't parallel park.<EG>
+regards,<br>
+Andy<br>
+-CMDR Zane, Commanding Officer, USS FEYNMAN<br>
+-LT.CMDR Tarsa Rogers, Executive Officer, USS GAUSS<br>
+-CMDR Nigel Straun, TACFLEET Liason Officer, INDIGO 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: Homecoming, Finally</h3>
 <h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Joseph Baker 7-2-1996</h4>
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+<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Work & Relaxation</h3>
+<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Max Felsher 7-2-1996</h4>
+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<br>
+Holodeck 1<br>
+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,<br>
+Lt. Commander Onta Maril,<br>
+First Officer, USS Feynman,<br>
+aka Max Felsher<br>
+NRPG:<br>
+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).
+<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: How to Live With Sadness</h3>
+<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Kristen Gant 7-2-1996</h4>
+Stardate: 80702.1416<br>
+Scene: 10-Forward -> Quarters<br>
+MD: 5.1900<br>
+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.
+****<br>
+MD: 5.2200<br>
+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....
+****<br>
+MD: 6.0700<br>
+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.
+****<br>
+Scene: Sickbay<br>
+MD: 6.1400<br>
+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,<br>
+Lt. Krysa Jenn<br>
+****<br>
+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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+<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Readyroom--->CINCSILVER</h3>
+<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by
+Andrew Catterick 7-3-1996</h4>
+SD: 80703<br>
+Scene: Readyroom<br>
+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.
+____________________________________________<br>
+Scene: Admiral Nicholas' Office<br>
+"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?"
+<nowiki><<<MIKE: Big enough opening? :) >>></nowiki>
+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,<br>
+Andy<br>
+-CMDR Zane, Commanding Officer, USS FEYNMAN<br>
+-LT.CMDR Tarsa Rogers, Executive Officer, USS GAUSS<br>
+-CMDR Nigel Straun, TACFLEET Liason Officer, INDIGO FLEET<br>
+-CMDR Horatio Sinclair, Fleet Intelligence Officer, BLUE FLEET<br>
+<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">SB EPSILON (To Feynman with Love) I</h3>
+<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by
+Mike Dawe 7-4-1996</h4>
+> The lift behind him opened to deposit two Admirals and a Fleet Captain. * Wow,<br>
+>lots of brass here!* "All right, Ensign. What can I do for you," asked the Captain.<br>
+>She looked as though she wanted to be any place but here. "Ensign Allard reporting as<br>
+>ordered, per VADM Crowell. Here's my orders and dossier," handing his PADD and Service<br>
+>record to the Captain, "Sir," he added with a crisp academy tone.<br>
+> "Have a seat in conference room 11, down the hall, 2nd door on your left. Someone<br>
+>will see to you soon. Dismissed". With that, I had no choice except to leave.<br>
+<<SNIP>>
+Meanwhile, in an office far above the conference room, at the very
+top of the station the Admiral and a Captain were involved in a debriefing
+of the USS FEYNMAN . . .
+>"Admiral, I have, of course, read both of my officers reports and<br>
+>concur with all contents. The only difference between their's and mine is<br>
+>that I have a question."<br>
+><br>
+> Nicholas simply stared, waiting.<br>
+><br>
+> "I want to know who set us up and why?"<br>
+The Admiral growled in a manner that would have made a Klingon
+proud. "Hrrmf, I have been working on that little problem myself since the
+last mission update I received from you. I didn't like the answers then and
+I like them even less now. The answer is 'I don't know'. I kicked this all
+the way up the ladder and all I got was evasion and an offer to have your
+support withdrawn if I didn't like it."
+"Which you refused."
+The Vice Admiral nodded. "Wisely, it would seem. But I have been
+checking Starfleet records and every ship is said to be accounted for.
+There is only one Agamenmon class ship in action and it is the Heracles.
+That was not the ship you reported seeing. The Phoenix was a smaller class
+ship and decommissioned over a year ago. There has not been a successor to
+the name."
+"I saw these ships Admiral. The Cardassians saw them too." Zane
+was adamant.
+"I don't doubt your report, just the origin of the ships." The
+Admiral tapped some keys and a small light blinked on his desk. "We are now
+as secure as this office can be. You handled the last mission well and I am
+glad it came off without too many casualties. It could have been a lot
+worse. Pity the cure is dependent upon the ecosystem intrinsic to the ring
+itself. That stops it from being a complete cure, but the good side is it
+also stops the Cardassians from considering it a weapon, yet." As he spoke
+the Admiral was tapping some keys and accessing files that demanded a strict
+series of access inputs.
+"Prototypes of ships often have glitches that make them too much
+work to fix, or to scrap. We consign them to secret fields, often well
+clear of shipping lanes and not near star systems. There, they become part
+of the Grey Fleet."
+Zane nodded. The Grey Fleet was a common location for the
+consignment of officers whose careers had also hit the bottom as well. It
+was the scrap and salvage arm of the service and not one that any officer
+looked to for advancement.
+The Admiral continued. "A few months ago I accompanied a small crew
+of officers on a field test of the security of one of the 'graveyards'.
+While there we ran into pirate activity also intent on acquiring materials.
+What does this tell you?"
+"That Greys security is not . . . complete." responded the Feynman's CO.
+The Admiral snorted "Complete? Bah, it is a joke. If you keep
+assigning screw-ups to one fleet what do you expect to happen? I think your
+little band of rescuers were from Grey Fleet. Some krig of a crew out there
+has recruited an 'action force'."
+"Action force?"
+"With some prompting from someone higher up they are trying to
+redeem themselves in the eyes of the fleet. Your set-up was probably just
+the first move we have seen but I have my suspicions a few other unexplained
+happenings in the last few months may also be laid at their feet. When they
+rack up enough 'points' then they will step into the lime light and take a
+bow. They will be so strong in the public eye that they will have to be
+awarded rather than punished."
+Zane shook his head sowly. "But in the meantime they act without
+supervision and try for all the hotdog stunts they can to build up their
+reputation? Talk about your loose cannons."
+The Admiral nodded slowly. "And I want you to help tie them down
+before they really screw up."
+<<<nrpg>>><br>
+Part II ought to be also in your box by now<br>
+mike--->who has trouble sending larger posts<br>
+Vice Admiral Azariah Nicholas CINCSILVER<br>
+Captain Christof Fife USS REGENT<br>
+GM USS SARATOGA<br>
+Lt. Cmdr Eskat Eskat USS HERMES<br>
+Lt James Cardiff USS SARATOGA<br>
+<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">SB EPSILON (To Feynman with Love) II</h3>
+<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by
+Mike Dawe 7-4-1996</h4>
+> Zane shook his head sowly. "But in the meantime they act without<br>
+> supervision and try for all the >hotdog stunts they can to build up their<br>
+> reputation? Talk about your loose cannons."<br>
+><br>
+> The Admiral nodded slowly. "And I want you to help tie them down before they really screw up."
+"Easily said Admiral. But how is one little ship going to tie down
+the task force we saw?" Zane asked the most obvious question first.
+"By doing what they cannot and taking them for 'An explore in the
+woods'" Azariah smiled grimly. "You have one of the best sensor arrays
+around. I am going to task you with an expedition into the 'sack with a
+great deal of press and hoopla. Your mission will be to find and map pirate
+bases within the 'sack for raids to be set up once you return."
+"And you expect the Greys to want to take the bases first?"
+Azariah nodded. "Either they will try to follow you in, which they
+cannot do due to the grav fluxes at the border of the 'sack, or they will
+wait for you on exit. Once they have the info they will try to make their
+raids."
+"But if they cannot take the big ships in . . . " Zane stopped,
+seeing a predatory look in the eyes of the Admiral and thinking through what
+his own crew would do.
+"This mission is another one where you are a worm on a hook. The
+only difference is _I_ tell you ahead of time and offer you a choice. Will
+you accept the mission knowing full well you are possibly being set up?"
+<<<nrpg>>>
+Back to you Andy. btw AAAAARG, I have mislaid the staffing and crew
+recommendations stuff we discussed a while ago, could you nrpg me them
+again? I know you need a TAC so here we go on that one anyways.
+<<<rpg>>>
+Later, after the discussion wound around back to more mundane topics.
+>"I gather from the reports that you are once again short of officer's?"<br>
+><br>
+> Zane handed over his other PADD wondering how badly he would be<br>
+>raked over the coals for needing more staff, again. Only on the base for<br>
+>a few hours he'd heard the jokes that serving on the FEYNMAN was so bad<br>
+>you had to fake a coma to get off. "Here are the FEYNMAN's requirements<br>
+>as well as my recommendations for staff." He braced for the worst.<br>
+It didn't come. The Admiral merely looked down at the list and then
+opened up a comm line to his secretary. "I see we have somebody waiting in
+Conference room 11. Why?"
+[You had the light lit, sir. He is here to report for duty on the . . . ]
+"Never mind where he _was_ going. Plans have changed. Have him
+report up to me now."
+[Aye]
+A few minutes later a young human entered, short cropped white hair
+almost glowed in the lights of the Admirals office. "Ensign Allard
+reporting as ordered, per VADM Crowell. Here's my orders and dossier,"
+handing his padd and Service record to the Admiral, "Sir," he added with a
+crisp academy tone, echoing his words to the Captain earlier.
+"At ease Ensign. This is Commander Zane, CO of the USS FEYNMAN.
+He will be your CO, and you will be his TAC/SEC officer." The Admiral
+nodded gruffly. "You will start out nice and easy as the ship has just
+returned from a mission and while we set up the next profile the crew gets
+shoreleave for the next . . ." He squinted at the Commander who shrugged.
+"Five days" Zane nodded. "Now unless there are any further questions?
+Dismissed."
+<<<nrpg>>>
+Andy, we will finish this by the end of the weekend. the lengthy shoreleave
+is so we can put hoopla and press together for your next mission. The bait
+must be set well, like throwing out chum before hunting sharks.
+Mike, this will be (barring news from the Feynman to the contrary) the
+mailing list you will be using. I am sure the CO or FO will be contacting
+you with the details in the next little while as to the ship, npc's etc.
+You have gotten a good ship. prepare for a deluge of nrpg's about who
+crashed what shuttle and saved whom from what certain death (they do that,
+I'm used to it having taught in a kindergarten <BEG>)
+acatteri@freenet.npiec.on.ca, jbaker@deans2.cas.usf.edu,<br>
+jobaker@chuma.cas.usf.edu, sgant@interaccess.com, ljk3@cornell.edu,<br>
+...@compuserve.com, mdawe@cln.etc.bc.ca,<br>
+jencksc@watmail.ucr.edu, e...@oitunix.oit.umass.edu,<br>
+barbro.stenquist@mailbox.swipnet.se,<br>
+psy342@igc.net,alt.star...@news.news.demon.net<br>
+mike--->who is expecting some snarky remarks about the kindergartens crack
+<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">NRPG: Re: SB EPSILON (To Feynman with Love) I</h3>
+<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Kristen Gant 7-5-1996</h4>
+First off, Welcome, Mike :):)
+>You have gotten a good ship. prepare for a deluge of nrpg's about who
+>crashed what shuttle and saved whom from what certain death (they do that,
+>I'm used to it having taught in a kindergarden <BEG>)
+Secondly, " Hey I think I resemble that remark!" Oh well, what can I say I
+spend my days with a 2-yr old :)
+>mike--->who is expecting some snarky remarks about the kindergarden crack
+Lastly, Aww Mike :) Glad to see you can join in a be one of us :):)
+Kristen<br>
+--------------------------------------------------------------------------
+Kristen and Scott Gant<br>
+http://homepage.interaccess.com/~sgant/gant.htm<br>
+--------------------------------------------------------------------------
+<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">SB EPSILON (To Feynman with Love) III</h3>
+<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by
+Andrew Catterick 7-5-1996</h4>
+SD: 80705.0900<br>
+Scene: Admiral Nicholas' Office<br>
+><br>
+> "But if they cannot take the big ships in . . . " Zane stopped,<br>
+> seeing a predatory look in the eyes of the Admiral and thinking through what<br>
+> his own crew would do.<br>
+><br>
+> "This mission is another one where you are a worm on a hook. The<br>
+> only difference is _I_ tell you ahead of time and offer you a choice. Will<br>
+> you accept the mission knowing full well you are possibly being set up?"<br>
+><br>
+Zane considered the mission objectives and the possibilities of
+achieving them. There were a lot of unknown variables and great deal of
+risk. Perhaps too much. "Sir, I'm here to follow orders as are my crew.
+I don't mind playing the pawn when I know I'm in the game. You can count
+on us."
+<<<SNIP>>>
+> A few minutes later a young human entered, short cropped white hair<br>
+> almost glowed in the lights of the Admirals office. "Ensign Allard<br>
+> reporting as ordered, per VADM Crowell. Here's my orders and dossier,"<br>
+> handing his padd and Service record to the Admiral, "Sir," he added with a<br>
+> crisp academy tone, echoing his words to the Captain earlier.<br>
+><br>
+> "At ease Ensign. This is Commander Zane, CO of the USS FEYNMAN.<br>
+> He will be your CO, and you will be his TAC/SEC officer." The Admiral<br>
+> nodded gruffly. "You will start out nice and easy as the ship has just<br>
+> returned from a mission and while we set up the next profile the crew gets<br>
+> shoreleave for the next . . ." He squinted at the Commander who shrugged.<br>
+> "Five days" Zane nodded. "Now unless there are any further questions?<br>
+><br>
+> Dismissed."<br>
+><br>
+The FEYNMAN's newest member nodded first to the Admiral and then
+to Zane.
+"Report to the first officer, Lt. Commander Maril on board he will
+assign you your quarters, get you on the rotation and generally get you
+squared a way." He extended a hand. "Welcome aboard."
+"Thank you sir." Allard replied shaking his new CO's hand.
+As Allard left Zane nodded over to the light on the Admiral's
+console. "May I sir?"
+Nicholas hit a few keys on his board and the light was
+extinguished.
+"Zane to Commander Maril."
+[Maril here, go ahead.]
+"Commander, we're in port for the next five days so you can begin
+standard shore-leave rotations. But before you do I'd like you to make
+sure that each of the senior staff brief everyone in their department
+before leaving the ship. I want everyone on their best behavior, no
+brawls and definitely no drunk and disorderlies. Let them no that any
+breaches of this will be dealt with severely. And, if they are questioned
+by any media representatives it's the standard, 'no comment.'
+[Sir?]
+"I'll explain when I come aboard."
+[Aye sir. I will be like Mulkah in search of the oasis.]
+"Zane out."
+<<<NRPG>>>
+Just a short one to keep things going.
+Mike Dawe: Wasn't sure if you dismissed both of us so left it vague.
+Respectfully,<br>
+Andy--->Who is wondering if his new chair will be finished in time for<br>
+some stirring pictures for the press! <BG><br>
+-CMDR Zane, Commanding Officer, USS FEYNMAN<br>
+-LT.CMDR Tarsa Rogers, Executive Officer, USS GAUSS<br>
+-CMDR Nigel Straun, TACFLEET Liason Officer, INDIGO 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: What a Day On EPSILON</h3>
+<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Kristen Gant 7-5-1996</h4>
+Stardate: 80705.2252<br>
+Scene: Starbase Epsilon<br>
+Day 1 of Shore leave<br>
+Krysa stepped off the transporter pad in her civilian clothes. She had
+decided when she woke in the morning that she needed to be out of her
+uniform for this. She had the special authorization from Commander Zane,
+all she needed now was the courage and control to do what needed to be
+done.
+She headed straight for Starfleet Communications. If she gave herself time
+to think about this, she was sure she’d fall apart. Without a word she
+passed the authorization card to the Ensign at the desk. After a quick run
+through the computer she said, “This way, Lt. Jenn.”
+She led her to a private comm unit and closed the door. Krysa sat down and
+hit the console, “Priority one message, Betazed Civilian.”
+<Betazed Terminal 3452.> said the male face that appeared in front of her.
+“Priority one message, person to person, Devon Grall, Sharinae, Beranole
+Content.”
+<nowiki><Hold please, Lt.></nowiki>
+Krysa watched the young man’s face fade as the screen went dark for a
+short time only to be replaced by the smiling face of Devon Grall. <Krysa,
+my dear. This is a surprise. How are you doing?>
+Krysa felt her resolve beginning to falter, “I... I’m calling because
+there’s been an accident.”
+Devon’s face fell. He could see the seriousness on Krysa’s face and began
+to prepare himself for the words, <Hold on, let me get Salli. I think she
+should hear this as well.> Krysa nodded.
+Soon the faces of Kavan’s parent’s were both waiting to hear the reason
+for her call. “I’m sorry...” was all she was able to get out before the
+words caught in her throat.
+Devon was nodding sadly, and Salli had buried her face in her hands.
+Finally Devon asked, <What happened?>
+“He was rescuing me.” Taking a deep breath she continued, a little less
+shaky, “He shouldn’t have been there, but they couldn’t stop him.”
+<nowiki><I see.></nowiki>
+“I’m so sorry, I wish...”
+<nowiki><I know,> said the man on the screen.
+“I ... haven’t finished packing his things. But I... when I do I’ll send
+them.”
+Devon nodded, <That’ll be fine.></nowiki>
+“I do need to know what you would like done with his... with him. Would
+you like him sent to Betazed?”
+<nowiki><I think that’s best.>
+Krysa nodded.
+<Will you come for the funeral.></nowiki>
+Krysa froze. She had known that they would want her to come, but she
+didn’t feel that she could. And that made her feel all the more selfish.
+“I can’t,” she said simply, not feeling that it was enough but not knowing
+what else to tell them.
+<nowiki><I understand.>
+“I said my farewells already, I can’t do it again.”
+Salli spoke for the first time, <Thank you for telling us.>
+Krysa nodded, “I’m can’t tell you how badly I feel for you.”
+<Have you talked to your parent’s> Salli asked.</nowiki>
+Krysa shook her head, “Not yet.”
+<Then go child, call your mother.>
+Krysa nodded and the transmission faded. She felt very empty. She hit the
+console button again. “Priority one message, Betazed Embassy, Earth.”
+****<br>
+Krysa headed for the main commerce section of the Epsilon. Salli Grall had
+known what she was doing when she told Krysa to call her mother. Baris
+Jenn had a way of making the whole world better. Telling her mother of
+Kavan’s death had been a hundred times easier then telling Kavan’s
+parents. The word’s had just flowed from her. And Baris had sat there
+listening, comforting and advising as only a mother could do for her
+child.
+As she walked she allowed herself to enjoy the sights and forget her
+recent tragedy. She realized how hungry she was so she stopped in a small
+cafe for a quick bite to eat. It seemed so long since she had really
+eaten. She hadn’t felt much like eating the last few days. Bat had
+admonished her, warning her that she needed to keep her strength up.
+But now looking at the food in the cafe, she felt her appetite coming
+back. Instead of the quick meal she intended to have she order a rather
+large one and polished it off, enjoying every bite. She thought perhaps
+she was even up for a bit of shopping. So leaving the cafe she headed into
+a small clothing shop.
+She found a lovely blue blouse and decided that she had to have it. She
+stepped up to the cashier and found herself staring at a picture on the
+wall. The picture was of a dark-haired model with a face so familiar, she
+couldn’t take her eyes off it. Her eyes widened as she realized who it
+was. “Jeri,” she whispered.
+She pointed to the picture and asked the woman at the counter, “Who is
+that?”
+The woman shrugged, “I’m not sure what her name is. She came around a week
+or so ago looking for a job. The owner took a shine to her and asked her
+to do a little modeling. She’s pretty, don’t you think?”
+“Yes, I do.” Krysa said, “I just thought she looked familiar. Where could
+I find the owner.”
+“He comes and goes. It’s hard to say for sure when he’ll be in.”
+“I’ll come back later,” she paid for her blouse and hurried out, heading
+for the Epsilon directory. It might be a long shot. She might not even be
+here any longer. And if she was she might not be listed. But Krysa felt it
+was worth a try.
+Regards,<br>
+Lt. Krysa Jenn,<br>
+****<br>
+NRPG: Just a little more angst for Krysa and a reappearance (Possibly) of
+the mysterious sister of hers :)
+Kristen
+<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Reporting 4 Duty</h3>
+<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Michael "Mike" Dailey 7-6-1996</h4>
+SD 80706.1500<br>
+SCENE: VADM Nicholas' office.<br>
+>"At ease Ensign.  This is Commander Zane,  CO of the USS FEYNMAN.<br>
+>He will be your CO, and you will be his TAC/SEC officer."  The Admiral<br>
+>nodded gruffly.  "You will start out nice and easy as the ship has just<br>
+>returned from a mission and while we set up the next profile the crew gets<br>
+>shoreleave for the next . . ." He squinted at the Commander who shrugged.<br>
+><br>
+>"Five days"  Zane nodded.  "Now unless there are any further questions?<br>
+>Dismissed."<br>
+SCENE: Leaving VADM Nicholas' office.
+J.C. slung his duffle over his shoulder. Leaving the office, he passed all of the
+senior officers going about their business, heading straight for the lift. "Computer,
+where is the FEYNMAN docked?", asking the base 'puter in a gruff tone. <USS FEYNMAN
+located at bay 9, take this lift to level 4, follow the corri...> "Computer, CANCEL
+inquiry!"
+<nowiki>**Great, here I am, on my way to the USS Garbage Scowl, to be a security grunt and
+human sheild for some deskbound Lt.Commander or Commander. I can see it now... Ensign
+Allard, quick, I'll go search over there where it's safe, you go over there and search
+where there's probably a squad of Romulan Troops in full combat gear! Let me know if
+you need any help.!" SIGH. I wonder if there's a nice position on a border patrol
+ship...??? **</nowiki>
+The lift stopped at level 4, J.C. got out, noting the corridor was for the most
+part, quite empty. Following the corridor, he came to the first bay, #9. *Wow, short
+trip* The lock was already open, with base and ship personell comming and going. J.C.
+stepped through the lock, almost colliding with a Lt., jg. in Medical on his way out.
+J.C. stepped aside, "Exsuce me, Sir.", the Lt. said nothing, but hurried on his way.
+<nowiki>**Great, real friendly bunch here. That was probably the Crewmaster or Counselor.**</nowiki>
+The end of the walkway opened up into one of the cargo bays, a command Lt.
+standing at the doorway. J.C. approached him, "Permission to come aboard, Sir." He had
+to look up, for the Lt. was quite taller than himself. "Granted, Ensign. What can I do
+for you?", asked the Lt. J.C. glanced around briefly. The usual hustle-and-bustle,
+people and supplies comming, going, beaming in and out. Seems two officers were having
+a heated discussion about a cargo crate. **OH well, none of my business **
+"Reporting for duty, Sir. I am looking for the Duty Officer or the XO."
+Submitted<br>
+Mike Dailey<br>
+Splatter2@qtm.net<br>
+Ensign J.C. Allard<br>
+CSO/TAC USS FEYNMAN<br>
+<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Reviewing, Welcome, Orders, and BrOTWork & Relaxation</h3>
+<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Max Felsher 7-6-1996</h4>
+He would have to relay this information. "All senior officers, report to my office at 1400 hours.
+Maril out."
+Knowing that would suffice, he returned to his work of reviewing the departments.
+Not only were they down three senior officers--with their new CSciO lost
+somewhere, their CSO transferred, and their CNS unconscious--but they had lost 14
+officers and crewmen to the Plague(not to mention the 4 officers and one civilian,
+Kavan, who had also died during the mission). Thirty-nine(excluding those who had
+died) had either been injured or had contracted the Plague. Those who didn't fall into
+any of these groups were still usually exhausted--physically, mentally, or both--because
+of the enormous pressures exerted by the mission.
+However, in light of the situation, those losses were remarkably low. If the
+Plague had been allowed to spread, billions of people would have died. Even the
+Feynman's own losses could have been worse. They were able to adapt the compounds
+to save most of the Feynman crew, and no one had died--or even been seriously injured-
+-during the encounter with the Cardassians.
+"So, it is like Stigero walking into the askazi's mouth...to save the city of
+Eroptus," Maril remarked sadly.
+MD 6.1350
+Maril was still going over the departments, this time for promotion
+recommendations and such. As he was looking over one of the Science officer's records,
+there was a beep at the door. "Enter."
+The doors opened to reveal the newest CSO of the Feynman, though Maril
+didn't know it at the moment.
+"Ensign Justin Allard reporting for duty, sir!"
+"Ahh, Ensign Allard, Jaribo's open door. At ease. I assume you are the new
+CSO." This wasn't so much of a wild guess, since the officer was wearing a yellow
+uniform.
+"Yes, sir, I am," he replied.
+"Well then, Ensign, you have a fine ship. Although the Feynman is a science
+vessel and not heavily armed, I suppose that makes it a little more interesting in a fight.
+Perhaps you should ask the Captain, as he was the CSO of this ship before he rose
+through the ranks."
+"Maybe I will, sir," Allard muttered.
+"Is there a problem, Ensign? If there is, I'm sure we can arrange for you to leave. Neither the Captain nor I will tolerate a bad attitude, especially from our Chief of Security. Now, is there a problem?"
+Ensign Allard was undeterred. "Permission to speak frankly, sir."
+"Do so."
+"Well, sir, I was within 1% of getting honors at the Academy. And on my first mission, I get stuck on some patrol ship with officers who sit behind a desk, but have no idea what it's like to really be out there!"
+Maril smiled. "Well, maybe you're right, Ensign. Maybe the senior staff of the Feynman is a bunch of officers who don't have any field experience. But, I think you'll find that's wrong. Let's see...our last three missions :oh, yes--on our last mission, we saved the quadrant by containing the Tarellian Plague. The one before that, we uncovered a conspiracy and admitted a planet into the Federation. And beofre that, we discovered a whole new civilization, in another galaxy, mind you."
+Maril continued. "Now, you will have quarters 0522. Once you become settled in, you can look over your department and make any changes you wish, provided, of course, they meet the approval of the Captain and I. I have sent the specs of the Feynman to your quarters. You should review them. Also, although the Feynman is not a warship, I
+want the armament that we do have in top working order. Even I do not know what
+our next mission is, so we must be ready for anything. Lastly, I want to make sure that
+security is kept. On our last mission, we had several security breaches. I want to make
+sure that doesn't happen on this one. Is that understood?"
+"Yes, sir, understood." Allard was a little shaken, though not too much.
+"Good. Very well. Dis--actually, Computer, what is the ship's time?"
+<Ship's time is currently 1359 hours.>
+"Well, then, Ensign, why don't you stay here. There is a brief meeting here at
+hours, so officers should be coming in soon."
+"Aye, sir."
+One by one, the senior officers walked in. As soon as everyone(except
+Commander Zane, who was still with the Admiral) was there, Maril started.
+"First of all, I would like you all to meet Ensign Allard, our new CSO. You can
+associate with him later, but, right now, I just have an important message from the
+Captain to the entire crew. He wants it to be clear that no member of this crew is to be
+involved in any fight, brawl, or any other acts which might...hurt the reputation of that
+person, their department, or the ship as a whole. I want this point communicated to
+every officer and crewman on this ship. Is that clear?"
+"Yes, sir," the officers responded.
+"Also, there is one more thing. The Captain has told me that if any member of
+the press starts asking questions, the answer should be, 'No comment.'"
+"Sir, could you elaborate a little more?" Lt. Glin'kharr asked.
+"If I knew the reason why, Lieutenant, I would tell you. Very well, any more
+questions?"
+No one said anything, so Maril ordered, "Well, then, dismissed."
+SLD(Shore Leave Date) 1.1000
+"No, no problem in having you take the Bridge Officer's Test. There are a few
+things you should know. One, there are four sections: Tactical, Helm, Ops, and
+Command. The first three are each worth 20% of your score, while the last is 40%. You
+need a total grade of 90% to pass. If you pass, you will be awarded with a shift on the
+Bridge, though I suppose, if you don't want one, I wouldn't have to give one to you."
+"I will express my desires after the test, if that is acceptable, sir."
+"Very well. Just remember to keep an open mind about everything. There's
+always one option you don't consider," Maril smiled. "Meet me in Holodeck 2 at 1200
+hours."
+SLD 1.1200
+Holodeck 2
+As Maril finished getting ready for the BrOT, Lt. Glin'kharr walked in. "Hello,
+Lieutenant. Are you ready?"
+"Yes, sir," the CMO replied.
+"Very well. Computer, begin Bridge Officer's Test, Section-Operations."
+As soon as Maril had given the order, the holodeck grid was replaced with the
+Bridge of the Feynman. Everyone was in their proper places--except for Glin'kharr,
+who had replaced Jenn at Ops.
+Glin'kharr had hardly gotten a chance to get settled in, when he had something
+to report. "Sir, we're receiving a distress call from the SS Marco Polo. There is much
+ionic interference, but I believe I can make it out. They have been trapped in the
+atmosphere of a planet containing heavy ionic storms. Their engines, as well as their
+life support system, are failing. They estimate that they will not be able to 'hold out' for
+more than two hours."
+The holographic Zane nodded, and Maril(the holographic one) ordered, "Mr.
+Jerran, set course for the source of that signal. Warp 9. Engage when ready."
+"Aye, sir."
+The sun has met the sea,<br>
+Lt. Commander Onta Maril,<br>
+First Officer, USS Feynman,<br>
+aka Max Felsher<br>
+NRPG:
+Mike Dailey: Welcome! FYI, Maril is a Tamarian, so he will occasionally slip into
+metaphors. :) And don't get too worried about Maril's response to Allard. Maril can be a little unforgiving at times, but he's actually pretty nice if you get to know him. :) Sorry you had to be a TAC/CSO(I noticed in your bio, it said that you definitely didn't want to be one.)
+Ted: Just FYI, please only do one post per section. After you write that post, I will give
+you your next situation. Have fun!
+<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Rules of Engagement</h3>
+<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Joseph Baker 7-7-1996</h4>
+SD: 80707.1952<br>
+SLD: 1.2300<br>
+LTJG Jerran Terel walked into Ten Forward, and for the first time since
+he'd seen the kid onboard the FEYNMAN, Bat could tell that he actually
+looked tired. The pilot sat down at one of the barstools as the bartender
+came over, casually wiping off a glass with a towel flung over his
+shoulder. "What'll yah have, Lieutenant?"
+"Oh, uh, raktageno, please," he said, managing a slight smile as Bat
+walked behind the bar and got the dring for him.
+"So, how's you're shoreleave so far?"
+"Oh, fine, I suppose."
+"And when's the last time you got some sleep?"
+"A couple of days ago, but I'm a Vul..."
+"Yeah, yeah, I know. You're a Vulcan. You don't need much sleep. I've
+heard the same type of argument from Zane ever since I first met him."
+Jerran chuckled slightly as he sipped at his drink. "Upon setting foot on
+Epsilon, the training commander of the base came up and asked me to do a
+short talk on that maneuver I did at the Ring."
+"Ah, yes, the Jerran Maneuver," Bat said with a smile, exhuding the pride
+that he knew the Vulcan would not allow himself to have. "That was some
+piece of work. I think even Admiral Picard would have been proud of
+that."
+"Well, one small lecture turned into a huge seminar, with some holodeck
+demonstrations, and an additional lecture on small starship tactics. I
+guess it was all just a bit overwhelming."
+"Well, that's the price you pay for success, I suppose."
+"And then there were a bunch of reporters wandering around the station for
+some reason, asking all sorts of questions about our next mission, which
+they apparently know more about than I do. I'd say someone's trying to
+make it extremely public for some reason."
+"Hmmm, and how did you respond?" the bartender asked, casually cleaning
+the same glass for the umpteenth time.
+"Oh, CMDR Maril had anticipated they're questions, and had told us earlier
+this morning that if we were confronted by the media to respond with `No
+comment.' I never did understand this human concept of saying such a
+thing when you actually know nothing about it."
+Bat chuckled and set the glass down. "Sounds like politics to me.
+Politicians on Earth have been using that line for centuries, sometimes to
+make people think they know more and are more important than they actually
+are. But, other times it's an escape hatch so that you don't incriminate
+yourself. Either way, the press usually knows the answer or think
+they know it before they ask the question, so telling them `No comment' is
+the best course of action."
+Jerran downed the rest of the raktageno and said, "Now I can see why
+Vulcan does not have a political system like Earth's." He then got up and
+slowly walked out of the lounge, waving to the bartender as the door
+closed behind him.
+<NRPG>
+Just a quicky to show that I'm still here. I'm on shoreleave as well,
+back at home in Tampa for the weekend, so I haven't been able to get
+online too much. I'll be back at FSU tomorrow. Hopefully they'll have
+some data for me to analyse, but that's another story :P
+Heh, I couldn't top the shoreleave story I had back at Earth, so I didn't
+even bother trying this time ;)
+<pre style="font-weight: bold; background-color: #303030; color: #ccc7e1;">
+****************************************************************************
+* jobaker@chuma.cas.usf.edu       *    jbaker@deans2.cas.usf.edu           *
+****************************************************************************
+* 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                    *
+* Dr. Alexa Denora, Sci Admin, Kachaira III Colony, alt.starfleet.rpg      *
+****************************************************************************
+* Daisemi'in rhhaensuriuu            * Of the Chief parts of the           *
+* meillunsiateve                     * Ruling Passion only this            *
+* rh'e Mnhei'sahe yie ahr'en:        * Can be truly said:                  *
+* Mnahe afw'ein qiuu,                * Hate has a reason for everything    *
+* rh'e hweithnaef                    * But love is unreasonable            *
+* mrht Heis'he ehl'ein qiuu          * --Rihannsu Proverb                  *
+****************************************************************************
+</pre>
+<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Prelude to Disaster</h3>
+<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by
+Andrew Catterick 7-8-1996</h4>
+SD: 80708.1330<br>
+Scene: 10-Forward<br>
+><br>
+> Jerran downed the rest of the raktageno and said, "Now I can see why<br>
+> Vulcan does not have a political system like Earth's." He then got up and<br>
+> slowly walked out of the lounge, waving to the bartender as the door<br>
+> closed behind him.<br>
+><br>
+Bat put the polished glass down on the bar and then flipped the
+cloth around the back of his neck and stretched his muscles, smiling. It
+was good now that things were getting back to normal.
+"Hey Bat you ready?" A voice called out from the door.
+"Guys! Shall we have a drink to begin the festivities?" He asked
+as he set up three glasses on the bar.
+"Of course!" MCPO Mike Larocque replied as he settled into the bar
+stool.
+"What'll it be?" Bat asked as he grabbed for the bottle of
+Dewar's behind him.
+"Scotch." Larocque and PO John Barron ordered.
+"I'll have a sloe gin fizz." Ensign Matt Fuhrman added.
+All three men stopped in mid pour and turned to stare at the
+transporter chief. He returned the stare with a sheepish grin. "I was in
+the mood for something..." He groped for the proper word but failed.
+"...fruity."
+"Lance!" Mike said, indignantly. Due to his good looks and
+numerous 'encounters' Fuhrman had been given the nickname Lance Romance.
+He hated it.
+Bat grabbed the shot glass away from him while looking towards the
+heavens. "I do my best, I really do. I try to teach them the old ways,
+the good ways. Why do you test me?" He replaced the glass with a tall
+hour-glass shaped one and began to pour the concoction. "Would you like a
+straw or maybe a little umbrella?"
+The three men laughed at their friend.
+"So what'll it be boys? A little carousing on the market level?
+Some debauchery in a holodeck? Or a good old fashioned brawl at the
+Wall?"
+"Uh, Bat didn't you hear the captain's orders? No trouble while
+on the base."
+"And?" He asked refilling the three shot glasses and shaking his
+head at Fuhrman, stirring the ice in his drink with his straw.
+"And maybe we better tone it down a little on this one."
+"Yeah," Barron added. "Commander Maril sounded serious and I
+definitely don't want to be on his dicisplinary list." He shuddered at
+the thought of the last time he was up for discipline.
+Bat shook his head. "All that means is we can't kill anybody.
+C'mon you can't be telling me after almost dying of the plague you want to
+skip shore-leave and stay aboard playing bridge and drinking Sloe Gin
+Fiz!"
+"No, we're not saying we should skip shore-leave. We
+should tone it down a little this time."
+"I always keep it toned down! Hell if I took you boys to my usual
+haunts you'd probably internally combust! We can have a good time without
+causing too much havoc."
+"Doing what?" Fuhrman asked, unconvinced. "Listen, I don't want
+to be stuck down in the transporter room for the rest of my career."
+"You let me handle the itinerary. For now go put on some civies."
+"Why?"
+"Hey you wanted low-key!"
+<<<NRPG>>>
+Thought I'd dust off some of my NPCs and take them out for a spin under
+Bat's 'watchful eye'<EG>
+Respectfully,
+Andy
+-LT.CMDR Tarsa Rogers, Unassigned<br>
+-CMDR Zane, Commanding Officer, USS FEYNMAN<br>
+-CMDR Nigel Straun, TACFLEET Liason Officer, INDIGO 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: Ready Room</h3>
+<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Max Felsher 7-8-1996</h4>
+SD 80708.2200(GMT)<br>
+MD 6.1600<br>
+First Officer's Office<br>
+Maril was just finishing up on his work, when, on his communicator, he heard,
+[Zane to Maril.]
+"Maril here."
+[Commander, could you meet me in my Ready Room.]
+"Could Abrazi the sailor leave the sea?"
+[Good. Zane out.]
+Ready Room
+As Maril entered, Zane was looking over some information. "Sit down,
+Commander."
+Maril did, and Zane started. "Well, I just learned of our new mission. Again,
+we are the pawn."
+Maril was taken aback. "Captain?"
+"Here's the story. The Admiral suspects that those four ships which were just
+within our sensor range are part of Gray Fleet."
+Maril had heard of the Gray Fleet, though more in passing than in actual
+information about it. It was a favorite threat of the Admiral, one he used often.
+"Anyway, right now, the Gray Fleet lacks ships as well as officers. The Admiral
+believes that they are trying to prove themselves. Unfortunately, no one really is
+keeping an eye on them."
+"A dog without a leash."
+"Exactly. Admiral Nicholas wants to set a trap for these ships. Again we are a
+pawn, sort of. We are to go into the Coalsack, and map the area to try to find pirate
+bases. The Admiral thinks that, once we leave, the four will pick up our report and go
+into the 'Sack themselves to destroy the pirate bases."
+"I see. It is also a good chance to map the bases in and of itself. The Feynman is
+also a good choice, considering the DELPHI array."
+"Yes, and Admiral Nicholas is going to promote it. It should be widely covered
+by the press."
+"That way, when the ships do enter the 'Sack, at least someone will be watching.
+And the reason you ordered the crew to answer, 'No comment.' You're sure the Gray
+Fleet ships will go in?"
+"No, I don't think they could resist such a temptation. But there's always the
+element of uncertainty."
+"They also might be "scared away" by all the press. They might realize that if
+they went to do something, someone would be watching."
+"It's possible."
+"Also, Captain, I'm not sure the Feynman is up to going into the 'Sack. We may
+have a fine sensor array, but when it comes to defense, ...."
+"I realize that, Commander. All it means is that, since we don't have teeth or
+claws, we'll have to use our eyes and our feet."
+Maril smiled. "Captain, I am the one who speaks in metaphors."
+Zane smiled back. "Yes. Now, I do realize that we'll have to get this ship into
+top form. We need everything working and at its best. If we don't see something
+coming, or we can't get out of there quickly enough, we could be just a bunch of
+shrapnel and DNA floating through the 'Sack."
+"Understood. I'll get people to work. I think, however, we should at least tell
+the crew what's going on, because the press will be all over us."
+Zane nodded. "Let's set the briefing for two days from now at 1400 hours."
+"I will inform the crew, sir."
+"Good. Dismissed, Commander."
+The sun has met the sea,<br>
+Lt. Commander Onta Maril,<br>
+First Officer, USS Feynman,<br>
+aka Max Felsher<br>
+NRPG:
+Just a little post to pass the time. I think that everyone will probably be working on
+something in their department to give us an edge(maybe doing some work on the
+DELPHI array, or warp engines, or weapons systems, etc.) This will probably only be
+the last day or so(I guess) and of course it is shore leave, so do whatever you want! :)
+Andy: Hope I wasn't a little too assuming. If there's a problem with the briefing
+time(which, BTW, would be SLD 2.1400), I think we could just say it was a different
+time. I chose that because I thought they would want to at least inform the senior crew
+about it, but, at SLD 1.2300, Jerran said he didn't know anything about it.
+Ted: I still haven't gotten anything from you regarding the BrOT(Bridge Officer's Test).
+<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Night Before the Briefing</h3>
+<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Joseph Baker 7-9-1996</h4>
+SD: 80709.0253<br>
+SLD: 1.2330<br>
+Scene: FCO's quarters<br>
+LTJG Jerran Terel walked into his quarters and tossed his red suede flight
+jacket over the chair in front of the desk, looking around to see if
+anyone was there, and noticing that she was conspicuously missing.
+Nowadays, ENS Cartwright was spending most of her off duty time in Terel's
+slightly more spacious senior officer quarters. They were actually
+considering puting in for one of the double officer's quarters for more
+room.
+Laying his grey uniform top on the sofa carefully, he tapped the badge as
+he lifted it off and said, "Computer, locate Ensign Cartwright."
+[ENS Cartwright is not onboard.] came the computer's unemotional reply.
+She probably went out to EPSILON to partake upon shoreleave there with the
+rest of the crew, Jerran thought, remembering the small group of junior
+officers and NCO's who went into the lounge to talk to Bat as he was
+walking out. He sensed that they were more than a little restless, and
+that they probably had something up their sleeves which did not bode well
+considering CMDR Maril's orders against causing any trouble. But, he'd
+caused quite a bit of trouble on his last shoreleave, which, luckily, no
+one in the Federation had heard about yet, to know its therepeutical
+value. Far be it from him to deny these men a chance to do what sailors
+had been doing on shoreleave since the first ocean going vessels sailed
+the first oceans of the first worlds in the universe.
+"Computer, list messages."
+[LTCDR Onta Maril, 1630, Regarding: Mission Briefing. Warrant Officer 1st
+Class Charles Dunnon, 1700, Regarding: New Shuttles. ENS Jennifer
+Cartwright, 1800, Regarding: Hello Loverboy.]
+Jerran chuckled and said, "Play messages in chronological order."
+Maril's recorded voice came over the speaker as Jerran wandered over to
+the small lavatory facilities in the room to wash his face as he threw his
+t-shirt into a clothing recycling bin. [To all senior officers. Report
+to the holodeck on MD 7.1400. Izery when the armies from Jappa
+came, ladies and gentlemen. I want your departments at full readiness by
+this time, or well on the road to it. Everything will be explained
+tomorrow, and as I said before, the phrase for the day is "No comment."]
+The FO's voice was abrubtly replaced by the chief shuttle pilot as his
+message said, [Those replacement shuttles have arrived, Lieutenant. I've
+got Tex and the cadets doing diagnostics on them right now. No complaints
+so far.]
+As the shuttle pilot ended his message, Jerran made a mental note to try
+and requisition some more shuttles and possibly small fighters, in
+addition to some more pilots, if EPSILON can spare them.
+[Hello, baby,] ENS Cartwright's message began. [t'Jon and I went out to
+paint EPSILON red, so don't wait up for me. Don't worry. I'll be back in
+time to get a good night's sleep for tomorrow. I'm sure you'll want to
+run one of your holodeck training programs for the kiddies again. Can we
+do WWI this time? You still haven't given me a chance to fly Richtofen's
+triplane, and I'm sure I can get you with it. See you then.]
+"Computer, message to all flight department personnel. Meeting tomorrow
+morning, 0800."
+[Message recorded and sent.]
+"Computer, message to ENS Cartwright, Regarding: reply from loverboy.
+Think more on the lines of assault bee, fighters, and runabouts tomorrow
+for holodeck training, t'hy'la. I'll get more info tomorrow at the senior
+officer briefing."
+Jerran slipped under the covers of his bed as he turned out the lights,
+slightly disapointed that he wouldn't get to shoot down his AFCO in a
+Sopwith Camel, but more excited about the prospects of a new mission.
+<NRPG>
+Flight department ready and waiting :), Flight Controller ready to go kick
+some butt ;)
+Kristin: Aren't you proud of me? I haven't bothered to mention a certain
+runabout crash in a while. I decided that it wasn't too prudent
+considering I just lost our entire complement of shuttles and the runabout
+on the last mission, something you've been gracious enough to overlook ;)
+<pre style="font-weight: bold; background-color: #303030; color: #ccc7e1;">
+****************************************************************************
+* jobaker@chuma.cas.usf.edu       *    jbaker@deans2.cas.usf.edu           *
+****************************************************************************
+* 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                    *
+* Dr. Alexa Denora, Sci Admin, Kachaira III Colony, alt.starfleet.rpg      *
+****************************************************************************
+* Daisemi'in rhhaensuriuu            * Of the Chief parts of the           *
+* meillunsiateve                     * Ruling Passion only this            *
+* rh'e Mnhei'sahe yie ahr'en:        * Can be truly said:                  *
+* Mnahe afw'ein qiuu,                * Hate has a reason for everything    *
+* rh'e hweithnaef                    * But love is unreasonable            *
+* mrht Heis'he ehl'ein qiuu          * --Rihannsu Proverb                  *
+****************************************************************************
+</pre>
+<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Shore Leave</h3>
+<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Kristen Gant 7-9-1996</h4>
+Stardate: 80709.1317<br>
+Scene: Starbase Epsilon<br>
+Day one<br>
+After an unsuccessful search of the stations directory for her sister,
+Krysa decided to head back to the Feynman. She still needed to pack up
+Kavan’s things and ship them back to Betazed. As she rounded the corner
+heading for the a transporter station, she found several FEYNMAN crewmen
+surrounded by media people asking question. She was glad to see that they
+were all following directions. The only comment she heard was, ‘No
+Comment.’
+She was glad she had decided not to wear her uniform down to the base. The
+reporters shouldn’t recognize her as Feynman crew let alone her second
+officer. She quietly slipped over to the transporter operators and
+whispered, “Lt. Jenn to go back to the FEYNMAN.”
+The transporter chief glanced at the crowd of reports and nodded to her.
+“Don’t worry, we’re discrete Lt.”
+Krysa nodded, appreciatively. She stepped up on to the transporter PADD
+and soon the horde of reporters was far behind her. She waved at the
+FEYNMAN transporter operator before stepping out into the corridor and
+heading back to her quarters with her new blouse.
+****
+Her quarters still felt wrong. She wondered how long it would take for
+that feeling to go away. She turned to the half finished box sitting on
+her table. She supposed it was lucky that he hadn’t been on the FEYNMAN
+long enough to collect too many trinkets... or too many memories. She
+stood there staring at the box her emotions churning. She just didn’t know
+what to feel.
+It was so much easier when she was busy, so she immediately set to work
+finishing up the packing. She worked furiously for the next couple of
+hours until everything was in the box, everything but that damned keyboard
+which he used to do his writing. She had teased him about how much the
+tapping bothered her. He always said it soothed him.
+Perhaps she could have gotten used to it... if there had been more time.
+She carried it to the box, but hesitated before putting it in. No this one
+thing she would keep. She didn’t think his parents would miss it, and she
+was beginning to think that she might. She set it back down, plugging it
+back into his computer.
+Then she began to type. It sounded nothing like the quiet tapping that she
+had heard flow from Kavan’s fingers so often, but perhaps someday... She
+found herself chuckling. It seemed so silly to have become attached to an
+outdated mode of data entry...
+****<br>
+Day Two<br>
+Krysa ran into Lt. Jerran in the corridor on the way to her office in the
+morning, “Terri,” she said calling to him.
+“Hey Krysa,” he said quietly, “how are you doing?”
+She smiled, “Good, thanks to you.”
+“Me?” he said with a grin.
+She nodded, “I’m amazed at how much better I feel after that Bajoran Death
+Chant.”
+He nodded, “Yes it helps. Though it doesn’t take away all the pain.”
+“No, not all of it,” she was thoughtful for a moment, then smiled, “Either
+way, I am grateful. I just wanted you to know that.”
+“Where are you headed?”
+“My office.”
+“Krysa it’s shore leave! You should be relaxing, shopping, eating...”
+Jerran chided her.
+“Actually, I’ve already done that. I don’t plan on being in my office very
+long, I assure you. There was a little remodeling being done, and I want
+to see how it turned out.” She held up a PADD, “This is my ‘shore
+leave’.”
+“What is it?” he asked.
+“It’s a novel, that I am going to convert in the Holodeck... Kavan wrote
+it,” She smiled, “I haven’t read it all yet. But what I have read, I’m
+very excited about.”
+“What’s it about?”
+“An ancient mythical animal. An Betazed it was called a ‘Thaelae’. I
+believe on Bajor they were referred to as ‘Y’craes’, and on Vulcan..,”
+“‘Fali-tore’,” interrupted Jerran. “Ah yes... and if I remember correctly,
+on Earth the like would have been called ‘Dragons’.”
+Krysa nodded, “You are correct.”
+Regards,<br>
+Lt. Krysa Jenn<br>
+****<br>
+NRPG: Anyone wanna play with dragons on the holodeck. I don’t think Krysa
+would mind sharing her novel with anyone who would like to. Just something
+to keep me occupied while on shore leave :)
+Kristen
+<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Settling In</h3>
+<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Michael "Mike" Dailey 7-9-1996</h4>
+SLD 2.1230<br>
+SCENE: LEAVING MARIL'S OFFICE<br>
+<nowiki>*Great J.C., you've made a good impression on your first XO. He already thinks I
+hate it here in your first hour. Looks like a good ship and crew after all * Thoughts of
+nursery rhymes, sayings, and riddles crept into J.C.'s head after meeting with the
+metaphoric Tamarian XO, the first he had ever met. * There was a young woman from
+Venus... oh well, I should probably see what my new home is like.*</nowiki>
+Heading down the corridor after leaving the XO's office, J.C. passed several
+ratings changing a light disk in the ceiling. "Good afternoon, crewmen." The smaller,
+and younger fellow on top of the anti-gray unit had his shirt unzipped.<br>
+<nowiki>*No, I won't say
+anything, they're CPO will chew them if he thinks it necessary. I don't know how Zane's
+command style is yet. *</nowiki> They both stopped briefly, "Afternoon, Sir. Every no and then
+one of these disks go out. Guess they're supposed to last for three years." <br>
+Smiling at
+the two crewman, being so thoughtful to give him a lesson in light bulbs, "OK fellows.
+My name's Allard. And you two are?" They sounded off, the one on the floor first, then
+the one on the A.G. unit, "PO/2 Crossburn sir, PO/2 Bayham, sir."
+"O.K. guys, carry on."<br>
+"Yes Sir, Mr. Allard. If you need anything from ship's services, call us!"<br>
+Getting into the lift, J.C. laughed to himself, <nowiki>*even after such a rough time on
+their last mission, everyone seems overflowing with energy*</nowiki> <Destination, please> The
+sound of the baritone computer voice startled J.C. back into reality. "Deck 5,
+computer". Moments later, J.C. paused in front of cabin 0522. * Well, this is it, home
+sweet home * J.C. closed his eyes, walked inside. When he heard the doors close behind
+him, slowly he opened his eyes. <nowiki>* WOW, this place is HUGE! I guess any place would seem
+big after sharing a door room with two other guys for four years *</nowiki>
+J.C. unpacked his few possessions, civilian clothes, his books by his bed, his holo
+movies by his desk, three photo cubes on the table. There. Now it's home, bare, but
+home. VERY bare. I'll have to get some stuff to brighten it up. "Computer, increase
+temperature by 5 degrees C." <Acknowledged> <nowiki>*There, now it feels even better*</nowiki>
+Sitting at his desk, J.C. swung his terminal towards him. "Computer, access recent
+mission logs of USS FEYNMAN"
+<Acknowledged, mission synopsis are in reverse chronological order. Do You wish you
+view individual unrestricted logs as well?>
+"No computer, this is fine" After reading a bit of the history of the Feynman, J.C. was
+surprised. * Guess this ship does see it's share of action. *
+"Computer, who is my predecessor, Ensign Fobok?" <Access denied, clearance zeta-3 or
+higher required for service records.>
+"Oh well, cancel inquiry." <nowiki>*Guess I'll go check out this new
+-foreward. Hope the keeper has some Ssuriv juice and hot chocolate.*</nowiki>
+Submitted,<br>
+Ensign J.C. Allard<br>
+USS FEYNMAN CSO/TAC<br>
+Mike Dailey<br>
+splatter2@qtm.net<br>
+<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Settling In Part 2</h3>
+<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Michael "Mike" Dailey 7-9-1996</h4>
+SLD 2.1300<br>
+SCENE: ABOUT TO LEAVE QUARTERS<br>
+As he was getting up to leave for 10-foreward, J.C. stopped and sat back down at
+his desk. "Computer, display auxiliary craft complement of the FEYNMAN."<br>
+<nowiki><Working, USS FEYNMAN carries 5 SW-21 shuttles, and one S-20 Runabout>.</nowiki><br>
+"Hmm. No S-19 escort shuttles?"<br>
+<nowiki><Negative, this class starship standard compliment does not carry the heavier-armed,
+more maneuverable S-19 class shuttles.> * Damn, oh well *.</nowiki>
+"Computer, who is the Senior Hangar Deck Officer?"<br>
+<nowiki><WO1 C. Dunnon>.</nowiki> "Computer, send message to that officer, request an informal meeting, his convenience. Also, display the FCO's pilot credentials."<br>
+<nowiki>* Wonder how good a pilot  the FEYNMAN'S FCO is. Maybe I'll
+challenge him to a 'little training exercise', if he's up to it*</nowiki><br>
+<nowiki><Working, message sent. Unable to comply, access to senior officers...></nowiki>
+"Cancel inquiry, computer." Looking at the empty spot at the foot of his bed, J.C.
+asked, "Computer,  what is the ship's standing order for personal pets?"<br>
+<nowiki><Working, non-sentient pets may be kept with prior approval from the XO.> *Good, maybe I can get Benjamin here next time we're home. Oh well, enough of this, now it's off to the
+lounge.*</nowiki>
+submitted,<br>
+Ensign J.C. Allard<br>
+CSO/TAC USS FEYNMAN<br>
+Mike Dailey<br>
+Splatter2@qtm.net<br>
+<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Fish Out of Water...</h3>
+<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by
+Joseph Baker 7-9-1996</h4>
+SD: 80709.1935 (GMT)<br>
+SLD: 2.1330<br>
+Scene: FCO's quarters<br>
+"I think the cadets are coming along rather well," ENS Cartwright said as
+she and Jerran walked into his room. He immediately went over to his
+bedroom to change out of the flight jumpsuit he was wearing and into a
+regular duty uniform for the briefing in a half an hour. "I'm glad the
+Training Corp let decided to let them stay for the next mission."
+As Jerran washed up and put on a new shirt, he nodded and said, "Yeah, but
+I'd still prefer to get some real pilots for this next mission. If the
+tone of CMDR Maril's voice on that message about the briefing was any
+indication, we might need them. Computer, list messages."
+[One message forwarded by WO1 Charles Dunnon, originally from ENS Allard.]
+"Ah, our new security chief. Play message."
+As he got dressed, the FCO listened to the CSO's message concerning
+beefing up the flight department with other types of fighters. He raised
+an eyebrow but made no comment till the message had played out.
+"Computer, response to ENS Allard's message as follows: Suggestions noted
+and appreciated. However, in the future, any comments and suggestions
+dealing with the flight department should be sent directly to me. End
+Message."
+"Wasn't that a little harsh?" Jennifer said as she plopped herself down on
+the couch. "Afterall, this probably is his first deep space assignment."
+"True, but he's got to learn this from someone. Better it be me and my
+style than for him to do the exact same thing with someone like LT Koreth
+and end up getting his head bitten off for it."
+He walked over and kissed Jennifer before walking towards the door. As he
+was about to leave, she said, "Speaking of the CEO, scuttlebut is that you
+had better stay out of engineering for a while. That maneuver you did
+blew out quite a few SIF and IDF relays, and so you are not exactly on his
+list of favorite people."
+"Oh, I guess you're right. As soon as the meeting is over, I'll go down
+and help put together some of the damage I created. A couple of the new
+shuttles should be arriving sometime around then, so you'll have to get
+them and catalog them."
+"Aye, sir," she said with a mock salute from the couch as he walked out
+toward the holodeck.
+<nowiki>---------------------------------------------</nowiki><br>
+Scene: Holodeck<br>
+Considering the holonovel LT Jenn was working on this morning when LTJG
+Jerran had passed by her in the hallway, he was somewhat expecting to see
+dragons floating around the sky scape as he walked into the holodeck, but
+was instead surprised to see the table with the PADDs sitting near the
+blue glowing door.
+He picked up a PADD and walked towards the door, thinking it was a
+forcefield. He touched it lightly with his hand and felt it go through
+water. Smiling, he walked through the threshhold, holding his breath.
+As a half Vulcan, he was too genetically inclined to swim underwater,
+usually, let alone breath under it, but when one of the finned humanoids
+came up and told him it was alright to breath, he tried it. It was
+somewhat difficult to breath, but he got used to it rather quickly and
+followed the mermaid to the briefing area. He decided this was probably
+payback for making the crew walk up the steps of Mount Seleya in Vulcan's
+thin, dry atmosphere.
+When he arrived, he watched as LT Koreth dismounted his sea horse, and
+gave the CEO a slight, apologetic smile as he wandered over to the buffet
+table which the OPS officer was already conspicuously attacking, as was
+usual. Jerran was glad to see that the death of her husband hadn't killed
+Krysa's appetite. He got a few seafood delicacies and sat down at the
+table, awaiting the arrival of the rest of the senior officers.
+<pre style="font-weight: bold; background-color: #303030; color: #ccc7e1;">
+****************************************************************************
+* jobaker@chuma.cas.usf.edu       *    jbaker@deans2.cas.usf.edu           *
+****************************************************************************
+* 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                    *
+* Dr. Alexa Denora, Sci Admin, Kachaira III Colony, alt.starfleet.rpg      *
+****************************************************************************
+* Daisemi'in rhhaensuriuu            * Of the Chief parts of the           *
+* meillunsiateve                     * Ruling Passion only this            *
+* rh'e Mnhei'sahe yie ahr'en:        * Can be truly said:                  *
+* Mnahe afw'ein qiuu,                * Hate has a reason for everything    *
+* rh'e hweithnaef                    * But love is unreasonable            *
+* mrht Heis'he ehl'ein qiuu          * --Rihannsu Proverb                  *
+****************************************************************************
+</pre>
+<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: How About a Swim?</h3>
+<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Kristen Gant 7-10-1996</h4>
+Stardate: 80710<br>
+Scene: Holodeck 3<br>
+SLD: 2.1330 (Mission briefing is at 2.1400 right?)<br>
+Krysa had barely finished initializing her holo-novel when she got a
+message from Commander Zane that she needed to have her briefing program
+ready for the mission briefing. She had almost forgotten. Kavan’s novel
+would have to wait. She stored that program and brought out her briefing
+program. After about a couple hours of finishing touches she felt it was
+ready. She called Bat and he met her at the Holodeck.
+“You look tired, Bat.”
+“Oh please, don’t remind me. I took some of the guys down to Epsilon last
+night. They had to kick us out sometime this morning. I am tired!”
+Krysa chuckled. “Well, I hope you’re up for this.”
+“I wouldn’t think of letting you down,” he said with a grin, attempting to
+push the late night/early morning look from his face. “I’m ready when you
+are.” he asked her.
+She nodded, “Computer, run briefing program Jenn One.”
+<Program now running. Enter when ready.>
+Krysa walked through the open doorway into a small room, followed closely
+by Bat. On one wall was a long table with eight PADD’s set out. On the
+wall opposite the Arch was an open door way with a blue shimmering energy
+field blocking it.
+<Good Morning, Krysa,> came her own voice over the speakers, <Please take
+a PADD and enter through the blue doorway.>
+Bat smiled, “Much better then the old computer voice,”
+<Good Morning, Bat> Krysa’s voice said again, <Welcome to today’s mission
+briefing.>
+Krysa chuckled. She picked up a PADD and motioned for Bat to head through
+the doorway.
+“Why do you need a special PADD?” asked Bat.
+“You’ll see,” she said with a grin.
+“Ladies, first,” he objected.
+“Not this time, my friend,” she smiled.
+Bat shrugged, “I should know better by now,” he murmured more to himself
+then to her. He always seemed to be the guinea pig for these little
+briefing programs. Then he walked through the door and disappeared from
+her view. Krysa followed him immediately stepping through the doorway.
+She was immediately immersed in water standing on a small ledge. She
+could feel the water as soft currents carried it like a breeze around her.
+Yet she was breathing normally. She looked around, to see a muscular
+merman standing there motioning for her to follow him. <If you will follow
+me.> he said telepathically.
+She smiled, pleased with the final full effect of her program. She looked
+beyond the ledge to see Bat having a grand time swimming through the 3D
+aqua world, doing flips and rolls along with a pretty mermaid. She
+laughed, glad to see he was enjoying it.
+“So what do you think,” She called. While she could talk under the water,
+her voice was slightly distorted.
+He swam over to her, followed by the mermaid, and landed his feet on the
+ledge next to her. “I love it! So I take it the PADD’s are waterproof?”
+Krysa nodded and he continued, “How is it that we can talk and breath
+under all this water?” he asked with the same distorted effect on his
+voice.
+“Because you are with an Imarian Aquine,” she said with a smile.
+“A what?” then looking at the mermaid, he said, “Her? The mermaid?”
+Krysa nodded, “Pretty close, Bat. Actually she is an Imarian Aquine from
+the planet Imari. It is a planet much like Earth, being over 50% water.
+However, there are two sentient species on the planet. One being the
+Aquines,” she said motioning at their escorts, “and the other being the
+Avines. Both are humanoid, except that the Aquines have gills as well as
+lungs and the Avines have wings as well as arms. If we were on land
+meeting the ‘merman’, you wouldn’t even know he was a merman. They only
+have their tails when immersed in water.”
+“Can’t say as I’ve ever met one.”
+Krysa smiled, “No, not likely, they are very new members of our
+Federation.”
+“Course that still doesn’t explain how I can breath down here.”
+“Actually it does,” she said smiling, “Each Imarian Aquine can ‘breath’
+for approximately two or three non-Aquines. I’m not really sure of the
+biology behind it. Perhaps Dr. Glin’kharr could explain it; I can’t. I
+just know that it works. So as long as you’re with your escort, you should
+have no problem breathing,” she assured him, “So it’s fun, isn’t it?”
+“That it is,” he said stepping off the ledge as he did a few more spins
+through the water. “So where are we holding this meeting?” She pointed
+down toward a dark cavern where another muscular merman sat guarding the
+entrance. It was the only cave entrance so should be difficult for her
+fellow crewmates to follow.
+The two swam down to the merman who meet them, “Good tide, Krysa. The
+meeting awaits you.” He bowed gallantly to the Betazoid woman and then
+turned to Bat, “Good tide to you as well, Sir.”
+Bat and Krysa nodded and swam into the cavern which was lit by luminescent
+rocks which lined portions of the walls.
+They continued down the lit tunnel until the came to a large cavern where
+a conference table had been set up. Bat’s buffet table was set up as well,
+waiting for him to come up with a few surprises to place upon it.
+“How do you expect me to set a table down here. My liver pate would be
+ruined, not to mention those cute little sandwiches I spent all morning
+cutting,” he said chuckling. “I can just see them floating through the
+water now.”
+“Hmm,” she said with a raised eyebrow, “I’m sure you can come up with
+something suited to the decor.”
+“Sure... but will anyone eat it.” Then he glance at her, “...besides you,
+my dear.”
+Krysa laughed and swam over to the table to help Bat prepare his part of
+this briefing.
+Regards,<br>
+Lt. Krysa Jenn<br>
+****<br>
+NRPG: Enjoy!! I was in need of a good swim :)<br>
+BTW, I did not create the Imarian Aquine race nor their planet. They were
+created by a friend of mine, Judi Marko, for a character she plays in
+another RP group. I thought they were fun, so here it is. Have fun ! :)
+Kristen
+<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: A Whole New World</h3>
+<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Jason Bostjancic 7-10-1996</h4>
+SD: 80710
+As normal, the Feynman CEO completely disregarded the
+shore leave orders. There was always work to be done. After the
+last mission he had to replace one of the structural integrity
+field generators. And Tarrant cursed Jerran's name every second
+of it. Not so much out of jealousy, but because of the absolute
+lack of thought at what his manuever almost did. The backup
+SIF was at 14% when they finally pulled out of the little maneuver.
+Had Tarrant not have been at an Engineering Panel, the Feynman
+would have been no more.
+Then there was the Captain's new chair. That was something a
+little more interesting to build. A tungsten-duranium alloy would
+provide the support needed for what Tarrant had in mind. The
+chair itself would have 360 deg. rotation. And a special addition,
+a PGR (Personal Gravity Restraint). Emitters throughout the chair
+would produce a type of gravity beam that would keep the Captain
+in his chair should the ship be thrown about. All he would have to do
+would be to touch a ergonomically placed button on the left arm. Or
+he could set it for automatic use.
+Now though the CEO found himself heading to holodeck 3. The
+future awaited, and he was a little hungry for action. Probably
+the Klingon part of him coming out a little, and the fact that
+he missed being at tactical when the Cardassian's arrived.
+Scene: Holodeck 3<br>
+MD: 2:1350<br>
+Tarrant stepped through the arch and found himself in another room.
+<Gasp> At the far side he saw the blue opening. After the last
+few briefings this time Tarrant came prepared... almost. Carefully
+the CEO let his hand enter the blueish substance and felt wet.
+Removing it, it came out dry. A few wavy figures could be seen inside.
+"At least we won't be dripping throught the ship after this."
+Then he realized that Krysa would probably stop anyone from
+altering her little world with a PADD inside. Water, even holographic,
+could be programmed to render equipment useless.
+After remembering the Flying Carpet incident during the Egypt
+holobriefing where he slammed into the Great Pyramid, Tarrant
+pondered his next choice carefully. Finally he gave in.
+After a moment he accessed some of the commands and brought
+out something more to his style, then he entered the waterworld.
+"Good Tide, Sir." Announced the fishy figure.
+Tarrant found himself floating in water. Worse, he could never
+swim all that well. He started to panic a little before he realized that he
+could take a breath.
+(Good old Krysa) Thought Tarrant. Then he looked around
+and found his transportation. His little addition.
+To his right was a Giant Seahorse, perfect for the partial klingon
+to jump on. To its right another merfolk had saddled himself on one
+of the creatures.
+"Your steed sir. I will be your escort."
+...............<br>
+A smile, a true smile, was glued to Tarrant's face. The Sea Horse
+was absolutely perfect. Instead of rushing directly to the cave,
+the CEO touk a roundabout course checking out the other
+sea life. His programmed escort continued to try and get him to
+the cave ahead, but wouldn't leave his side.
+Tarrant had never thought of water as fun before, nor did he
+ever really care for sea life. But this was incredible.
+Finally he entered the cave, and dismounted. "Good boy" blurbed
+Tarrant as he patted the Sea Horse.
+Entering the conference area, Tarrant spotted the OPS officer and
+gave her a deep "Good Tide, Krysa."
+<NRPG>
+Now back to my little hurricane. BERTHA.
+Respectfully,<br>
+Jason<br>
+Lieutenant Cmdr. Tirrin Vorak - OPS/2O - USS SERAPIS<br>
+Lieutenant Tarrant L. Koreth - CEO - USS FEYNMAN<br>
+"Quoth the Raven 'Nevermore'"
+<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Ready-room-->Swim</h3>
+<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by
+Andrew Catterick 7-10-1996</h4>
+SD:80710<br>
+Scene: Ready-room<br>
+[....Commander I am very tired and this conversation is giving me
+a headache. You have your shuttles but I will be investigating <nowiki>*all*</nowiki> of
+the facts as to just why you need so many replacements at one time. And
+if I find even a suspicion of negligence on your part or by any one under
+your command I am going to personally see to it that the weight of Starfleet
+Command comes bearing down on you until you wished you were never thawed
+out of that test-tube.] She smiled viciously.
+"Captain," He began again, trying desperately to remain calm "I
+have told you several times. Please read my report, or the report of any
+other member of the senior staff and you will see that the shuttles
+were..."
+[Commander let me assure you that I have indeed read the fiction
+you call a report and let me just say that I've been around long enough to
+have heard all the excuses and this feeble attempt at one won't wash.
+Officially your report has been accepted and I have no choice to transfer
+<nowiki>*my*</nowiki> shuttles to you. But as soon as I can dig up proof...your mine.]
+The screen went blank.
+Feeling like putting his fist through the wall or indulging in a
+primal scream to release the pent up rage and frustration. He instead
+opted for a beverage to help calm him down. "Coffee, Mocha Java, hot."
+He picked up the replicated cup and returned to his desk. <nowiki>*God she hates
+me.*</nowiki> He thought. <nowiki>*Ever since Bat and I 'liberated' the NOGURA she's been
+out to get me. Well,*</nowiki> he smiled. <nowiki>*Not this time.*</nowiki>
+The door chime interrupted his silent victory. "Come."
+"Sorry to bother you Captain I just have to get your signature and
+some reports, fuel consumption, docking transcripts etc."
+Zane accepted the offered PADD and began to scan the reports.
+"Where's Chief Larocque?"
+"He, uh....well he asked me to assist you today on account of his
+being dead. Sir."
+"I see. Would this be a Bat Durensten induced death Yeoman?"
+"I'm not sure sir. The Chief was late for our morning brief so I
+stopped by his cabin to make sure he was okay....."
+"And." Zane prompted.
+"He was passed out on the floor and two others were in similar
+positions."
+"Barron and Fuhrman." It was a statement not a question. "Wasn't
+Bat there?"
+"No sir. Actually I stopped by 10-Forward before I went to the
+Chief's quarters, in case he was having a late breakfast and had forgotten
+our meeting. Mr. Durensten was there, polishing his glass and seemed
+quite....healthy."
+"I see." He handed back the PADD.
+"Will there be anything else sir?"
+"No. Thank-you Lieutenant."<br>
+_______________________________________________<br>
+Scene: Holodeck 3<br>
+Entering the holodeck Zane found himself in a small room with rock
+walls. In the center was a table with a number of PADDs on top.
+<nowiki><Good mooring Captain. Please take a PADD an enter through the
+blue door.></nowiki>
+Following the instructions he soon found himself standing in a
+huge room. It took him a second to realize that he was completely
+submerged in water! And he was able to breathe comfortably. In front of
+him. trident in hand, was what he thought resembled a Merman, if his
+memories of Earth mythology were correct.
+<nowiki><Good tide to you sir.> The merman gestured with his trident <If
+you will follow me.></nowiki>
+It was at this time Zane remembered he couldn't swim. Seeming to
+realize his charge's predicament the Merman offered his arm. <nowiki><I will
+guide you.></nowiki> The CO hesitated. He had an image to keep and showing up at
+the briefing towed by someone else....well he may as well just don some
+water-wings. Again the Merman came to the rescue. <nowiki><Take my staff, it
+will provide you the ability.></nowiki>
+Gratefully Zane accepted the offered trident and was soon gliding
+through the warm waters beside his guide. All too soon they came to a
+cave opening and near the seabed. His guide stopped and pointed to the
+mouth of the cave. <nowiki><Follow the cave and you will find what you seek.></nowiki>
+"Thank you for your help."
+Once again underway, he found himself enjoying his 'swim' as he
+darted through the narrow confines of the cave, the initial fear of his
+predicament replaced by the exhilaration at the maneuvers the staff was
+allowing him to mdo.
+It was with a slight feeling of disappointment he came to a
+gentle 'landing' in the underwater conference chamber.
+"Well I have to admit I was very surprised when I found myself
+under water but I really did enjoy myself. Good work Lieutenant."
+The OPS officer offered a platter. "Scallops?"
+Zane wrinkled his nose. Even with his overly-healthy appetite
+seafood was rarely on the menu." No thanks. I think I'll just stick to
+the danishes. I need the sugar to keep my energy reserves high."
+"Good thing you have to swim your way out of here or you'd never
+fit in that chair you've got the engineering staff slaving away on." Bat
+added as he moved a few bowls around on the buffet.
+"Ah Mr. Bartender. Would you mind telling me why three crew
+members missed their shifts today."
+"You know I'm really disappointed in those boys. They just don't
+make'em like they used to."
+"Yes well they'll be pulling double-duty for the next two weeks
+thanks to your little 'outing' last night."
+Bat sighed. "Well, can't say I blame you. It is too bad, they
+were only letting off steam after facing death and winning. Still if you
+can't pay the piper....Ah Mr. Koreth I have some seafood here I saved
+especially for you." Bat made a quick get away, knowing Zane was getting
+around to his own chastisement.
+Noticing that all of the senior staff had arrived Zane sat at the
+table. A few minutes later each officer joined him. Bat made a quick
+scan of the buffet table to make sure everything was to his satisfaction
+before leaving, a mermaid on each arm.
+"Before we get into our upcoming mission specifics I want to
+address our current staffing situation. As you know, Lt. Krazny has not
+awoken from his coma. Unfortunately the blow to his head has done much
+more damage to his brain than it was first assumed. The result being that
+he could emerge from his coma today, next month or never." Zane sighed
+clamping down on the emerging memory of Captain West. "So, I have
+officially transferred him from the FEYNMAN to EPSILON medical. Until
+Fleet sends us a new counselor Ensign Sally Ryan will be heading the
+department." He turned to face the second officer. "Lieutenant based on
+your past experience I'd like you to keep an eye on the Ensign and give
+guidance where needed. But not too much, she has to take on the
+responsibilities and you have your own department to worry about."
+"Aye sir." Krysa replied.
+"Next," the captain continued, "it seems EPSILON dispatched us a
+CSciO while we were out at the Ring. Unfortunately he is missing and
+presumed dead. There are ships out searching but it is presumed the
+shuttle either fell victim of an accident or perhaps even some spiteful
+Cardassians. Again, until we receive a replacement the aCSciO will be
+heading the department." He turned to face Glin'kharr. "Doctor I'd like
+you to keep an eye on things in the sciences, same rules as Lt. Jenn
+though, your medical duties take precedence and I hope it won't interfere
+with your Command Testing."
+"Yes sir." The wolf replied, perhaps a little unhappily.
+"Fortunately, we have been sent a replacement for the CSO slot.
+For those of you who have not already done so meet Ensign J.C. Allard.
+Welcome aboard Ensign."
+"Thank-you sir."
+The captain paused for a sip of his coffee. He was now so
+comfortable in the underwater setting that he didn't even consider how he
+was able to consume the liquid while being submerged. "Now, Mr. Jerran,
+you have put me in a very bad position."
+"Sir?"
+"The loss of an entire complement of secondary vessels is not
+something the SILVER QM takes very lightly. She and I have had some
+run-ins before but the conversation I just had with her was, to say the
+least, distressing. Now not only do I have to explain to the QM but also
+Starfleet Command why we are in need of so many replacements at the same
+time but why I have seemingly rewarded the individual most responsible for
+their destruction."
+"I'm not sure I follow sir." the FCO replied.
+Zane rose. "Front and center Mr. Jerran."
+As the surprised Jerran rose from his seat and walked/floated
+towards the captain he noticed the small black box in Zane's hand.
+"Since coming aboard you have consistently performed your duties
+far above expectations, you have shown yourself to be an excellent
+officer, and excellent leader and essential part of the senior staff both
+through your actions and your ideas." He pulled the hollow pip from
+Jerran's collar and replaced it with a second full one. I hereby promote
+you to the rank of full Lieutenant with all the rights and privileges
+therein." He took a step and extended his hand. "Congratulations
+lieutenant."
+<<<Joesph: Feel Free to respond>>>
+While the newly promoted officer returned to his seat Zane
+remained standing. "This last mission was perhaps the toughest, most
+intense two days this ship has ever seen. It was certainly the closest
+we, as a group, came to our deaths. I am very proud of the results that
+the entire ship's complement created together but a special nod must of
+course be given to the medical and science departments who bore the brunt
+of this plague and conquered it. But even with all this expertise there
+were still two that stood out from the rest. Commander Maril, Lieutenant
+Glin'kharr."
+Surprised both officers rose and moved to the head of the table.
+"Without your perseverance in the face of incredible odds, your
+leadership, your intelligence and your sacrifices, I am certain that we
+would have all succumbed to the plague. I am pleased and honoured to
+present you both with the Leonard McCoy Medal for Medical Excellence." He
+pinned the medal on each officer. "Well done!"
+<<<Feel free to respond.>>>
+Zane gave the assembled group some time to congratulate their
+comrades as well as 'settle down' a bit from the excitement before
+continuing.
+"Now, to the mission. Essentially we have two. The first is a
+patrol into the Coalsack." He paused to examine the faces of each
+officer. The coalsack was almost entirely unexplored it meant untold
+adventure as well as danger. "As you know the coalsack is a fairly in
+hospitable place and we have very few reliable charts of the area. With
+the construction of the new base as well as the general shift into this
+region it needs to be more fully charted. The FEYNMAN provides and
+excellent platform to do this not only for her maneuverability if the
+'weather' gets a little rough in there but for the DELPHI array."
+"As some of you are aware the last few months have seen increased
+acts of piracy, especially in the vicinity of the 'sack. Fleet thinks
+these pirate bases are hidden within the coalsack so while we chart we're
+to try to pinpoint as many of these bases as we can."
+"Will we be engaging these bases?" The new CSO asked.
+"No, our priority is to find the bases and pass the information
+along to EPSILON for future operations. The FEYNMAN can outgun any of the
+pirate ships we've seen so far. But a large number of them could do some
+real damage."
+"That sounds pretty straight-forward. Why your worry about the
+crew being questioned by the press?" Maril asked.
+"Because this will be a high-profile mission. The Admiral wants
+everyone to know who is going, where we're going and when. Which brings
+me to the second part of our mission. The Admiral has done some digging
+and found that the mystery fleet we ran into at the Ring is made up of
+some washed-out officers who have commandeered ships from GREY Fleet. It
+seems that they and there sympathizers in the hierarchy feel if they 'come
+to the rescue' the public will demand they get reinstated. So, if they
+know were going in to find the pirates...."
+"...they'll be waiting for us so they can steal the information,
+put a few quantum torps down our throat and then they'll waltz in and wipe
+out the pirates." Koreth finished the sentence.
+"Well after the last mission I asked the Admiral for something
+with a little bit more tension."
+"Just how do you propose we face those four warships?"
+"Its not nearly as bad as it seems. One. The officers aboard
+are in GREY Fleet because they couldn't cut it in the real fleet. Two
+those ships are there because they weren't able to get up to specs during
+their design. The SOLAR and AGAMEMNON class vessels are the original
+prototypes and were scrapped because by the time they were completed most
+of their technology was already outdated."
+"And the two STORM class vessels?"
+"We're not sure about them." Zane admitted. "But review of our
+sensor logs show that neither of them have had phaser cannons attached to
+their hardpoints. Its likely it would be an even match."
+"Any questions?"
+<<<NRPG>>>
+I'll leave it there because you know as much as me! (And this is a little
+longer than I'd planned)
+You all know the drill, fill in your departmental readiness reports, as
+well as your observations, thoughts, problems etc on the upcoming mission.
+Staffing:
+Enthusiastic congrats to our promotee and medal recipients. Well
+Derserved! Let me know if you want to add a line to your service record
+reflecting your promotion/award.
+ALL: Please remove Charles Jencks and Ian Stenquist from your mailing
+lists, as well as Andrew N for those of you who haven't already done
+so.
+Charles/Ian: If you are lurking out there and read this...sorry but we
+couldn't wait any longer. If you are able to return to
+ASR in the future and you want to reactivate your characters
+I've left you an opening.
+You'll have to report back to SB ALPHA for reassignment.
+New and improved roster to follow.
+Regards,<br>
+Andy-->Tired Fingers.<br>
+-LT.CMDR Tarsa Rogers, Unassigned<br>
+-CMDR Zane, Commanding Officer, USS FEYNMAN<br>
+-CMDR Nigel Straun, TACFLEET Liason Officer, INDIGO 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: MSG REPLY (Before Briefing)</h3>
+<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Michael "Mike" Dailey 7-11-1996</h4>
+SD 80711.0230<br>
+SCENE: Before leaving for briefing<br>
+> "Computer, response to ENS Allard's message as follows: Suggestions<br>
+> noted and appreciated. However, in the future, any comments and <br>
+> suggestions dealing with the flight department should be sent directly <br>
+> to me. End Message."<br>
+"Computer, reply to that message" <working>, "ORDERS received and
+understood, SIR!, and my compliments to your fully equipped shuttle
+fleet. At your convenience, during our off time, would the Lt. care to
+indulge in a 'little training match', once the FEYNMAN is restocked."
+"End and send, computer. Also, send a message to DS-5, LtCmdr.
+Allard. Hi There! Posted to USS FEYNMAN under Zane. Fairly pleasant
+crew, haven't met very many yet. Will write more later. Bye. Justin. End
+and send that too, computer."
+ENS J.C. Allard<br>
+CSO/TAC USS FEYNMAN<br>
+Mike Dailey<br>
+Splatter2@qtm.net<br>
+<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: During and After the Meeting</h3>
+<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Joseph Baker 7-12-1996</h4>
+SD: 80712.2300<br>
+As LT Jerran Terel accepted the second pip from the Captain, his Vulcan
+side still would not allow his Bajoran side to show the pride he was
+feeling, but he did have a sligh, unmistakable smile on his face as he
+floated back to his seat, his fellow crewmembers giving him quiet votes of
+confidence before the commander continued. He made a note to make sure
+that he helped the commander with that shrew of a QM on EPSILON. He
+figured it was best, though, to go through other channels to get the
+needed shuttles. And, as Zane explained the mission into the Coalsack, he
+realised they might just need a little more firepower, perhaps even some
+of the fighters which the new CSO, ENS Allard had mentioned. He quickly
+made a note in his PADD to ask the Ensign where he might acquire such ships
+without having to incur the prying eye of the QM.
+As for pilots, he had been able to dig up five pilots so far from EPSILON,
+in addition to another three arriving from ALPHA in the next couple of
+days, just in time to come aboard before the FEYNMAN left dock. Now he
+just needed to get the ships for them. With the shuttles Zane had been
+able to get from the QM in addition to the two Assault bee sleds they
+already had, it shouldn't take too many more ships to get as decent
+compliment. It'd be crowded in the shuttlebays, but Jerran was sure WO
+Dunnon could handle the load.
+After the commander finished with his part of the briefing, a few of the
+officers asked some questions concerning the mission, and then they filed
+out as best they could in the awkwardly aquatic environment. Jerran
+caught up with LTJG Glin'kharr, which was not too hard considering
+the good doctor's people weren't known for their swimming prowess, and
+said, "Doctor, if you need any help with the your added duties in the
+science department, please don't hesitate to ask. I have had training at
+the Vulcan Science academy in the various natural sciences, and would be
+glad to assist, when my duties permit."
+"Thank you, Lieutenant. I appreciate the sentimate."
+Jerran nodded and swam off towards the exit, stumbling slightly as he
+walks over to the dry side. He smiled as he noticed that his clothes were
+immediately dry, and he walked off the 'deck without worry of dripping all
+over the ship.
+<nowiki>---------------------------------------</nowiki><br>
+Scene: Main Shuttlebay, half an hour after meeting<br>
+The flight department stood at attention in front of the new runabout
+NOGURA II as Jerran walked in. They cheered him as the door closed, and
+congratulated him on his promotion. He smiled to them and thanked them.
+After a moment, his expression became more sober as he shouted all of a
+sudden, "Attention on deck!"
+Surprised, the group of pilots knew not what else to do other than follow
+their FCO's orders as they got into the same line in front of the
+runabout. He walked in front of them, examining each one's uniform,
+stopping in front of ENS Cartwright. "You're out of uniform, Mister!"
+"I am sorry, sir! I was not aware that this was not the uniform of the
+day, sir!" she said crisply.
+Jerran raised an eyebrow and said, "I suggest you get into uniform
+immediately, Lieutenant!"
+"Aye, aye, sir..." she stopped for a moment as what he had just said sunk
+in and she turned to him questioningly and said, "Sir?"
+"Was I studdering, Lieutenant JG Cartwright?" He smiled to her and pulled
+out a small box, opening it to reveal a small hollow pip which he put on
+her collar. "This will have to do for now, but I don't want to see this
+sort of thing happen again. You've already been a bad enough influence on
+both Mr. Dunnon and Chief t'Jon. Front and center, you two."
+The human shuttle pilot and the Andorian flight controller marched out of
+the line and stood in front of Jerran as he pulled out another pair of
+boxes, pinning a new Chief Warrant Officer's pip on Dunnon's collar and a
+Senior Chief Petty Officer's chevron on t'Jon's.
+"Back in line," he said with a smile. "Now, I won't say anything to the
+Captain about these lapses in the dress code, as long as it doesn't happen
+again."
+"No, sir!" everyone shouted at the same time.
+Jerran laughed and said, "Come on, you group of misfits. The first round
+of synthehol at EPSILON is on me. The second round is on our other
+Lieutenant," winking at Jennifer. The pilots cheered again and followed
+their FCO out of the bay.
+<NRPG>
+Just a quicky to give my NPC's a promotion as well, and to tell you I'm
+still around and ready for another mission :)
+Joseph Baker<br>
+LT Jerran Terel<br>
+FCO USS FEYNMAN<br>
+NCC-66000<br>
+<pre style="font-weight: bold; background-color: #303030; color: #ccc7e1;">
+****************************************************************************
+* jobaker@chuma.cas.usf.edu       *    jbaker@deans2.cas.usf.edu           *
+****************************************************************************
+* Joseph Baker                                                             *
+* University of South Florida                                              *
+****************************************************************************
+* Daisemi'in rhhaensuriuu            * Of the Chief parts of the           *
+* meillunsiateve                     * Ruling Passion only this            *
+* rh'e Mnhei'sahe yie ahr'en:        * Can be truly said:                  *
+* Mnahe afw'ein qiuu,                * Hate has a reason for everything    *
+* rh'e hweithnaef                    * But love is unreasonable            *
+* mrht Heis'he ehl'ein qiuu          * --Rihannsu Proverb                  *
+****************************************************************************
+</pre>
+<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Allard's Input</h3>
+<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Michael "Mike" Dailey 7-12-1996</h4>
+SD 80712.2230<br>
+SCENE: HOLODECK BRIEFING<br>
+J.C. wiped his brow, perspiring just a bit. <nowiki>*What's wrong with me! I know, I
+probably just nervous.*</nowiki> Checking the quick notes he had made on his PADD from the
+-minute meeting with his Asst. Department Head, J.C. mentally rehearsed what he was
+going to say. This WAS his first briefing with Senior Line officers, not Academy NCO's
+or classroom Instructors. This wasn't a classroom, this was REAL life.
+The lift stopped and deposited J.C. on the Holodeck. "Computer, senior officers'
+briefing?". <nowiki><Ready, please enter>.</nowiki> J.C. entered through the massive Holodeck doors, to
+the wide-opened empty, black Holodeck grid, except for a strange glow on the far wall.
+He stopped, clutching the PADD in his left hand, "Computer, I requested the Holodeck for
+the briefing?" J.C. looked around, angry, but worried. Being fashionably late on this
+ship would not be a good idea.
+Startled, the computer response was VERY different, a different voice!
+<nowiki><Hello and welcome, Ensign Justin Allard></nowiki> said the unfamiliar voice. J.C. momentarily
+winced at someone using his given name. A small table materialized on the far wall, near
+the dark blue glowing blob. Upon it was another PADD.
+<nowiki><Please take a PADD.></nowiki>
+"Computer, I have on already, SEE!" J.C. recalled the night his squad tried to
+override the academy computer, and lost. He held up his PADD, as if some unseen eyes
+of the blind computer could better observe it. <nowiki><Please accept the one located on the
+table, and proceed through the door></nowiki> With that, the small glowing blob turned into a
+door-sized glowing doorway. "O.K. I know I can't argue with a computer!" J.C. walked to
+the table, exchanged PADDs, pausing a moment to straighten his uniform, and stepped
+through the doorway, and
+<nowiki>*OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! SNARK GEEETTTT MEEEE OOUUUTTTTTAAA HEREEEEE!!*</nowiki> The words burst
+into J.C.'s mind, but did not utter a sound, even a gurgling sound. Beyond fear, the
+feeling a non-swimmer had when totally submersed in water! Although he could see, and
+hear the "effects" of underwater, somehow he wasn't "wet". Risking life, and probably
+air, J.C. opened his mouth, and breathed as normal with astounding shock. <nowiki>*OK, I can
+handle underwater briefings.*</nowiki> He regained composure and control, slowly, looking
+around and seeing some sort of amphibious creature swim towards him.
+<nowiki>*Do not worry. As long as you stay near one of us, you can breathe.*</nowiki>
+Taking a few more careful, test breaths, J.C. looked at the creature. <nowiki>*OK underwater
+briefings and Telepathic sea creatures. What was that Admiral's name.... *</nowiki>
+<nowiki>*This way, I will take you to the others.*</nowiki> J.C. looked at her, not knowing if he was to
+walk, run, jump, or swim. He took a tentative step, and walked as normal. In seconds,
+he was surrounded by his shipmates. J.C. glanced at everyone, who were all Senior
+Officers to him, and came to attention. "Good afternoon, sirs." Many were talking among
+themselves before the meeting started. The XO and CO greeted him. J.C. took a seat
+beside a wolf in Medical clothing. <nowiki>*Wow, almost has the same fur colors as my pet
+Benjamin.*</nowiki>
+Paying close attention to the CO and the other officers, but still looking around at
+his new shipmates, J.C. tried to put ranks, positions, and faces to the few names he
+knew, which was hard considering he had met no one except the XO. He smiled when the FCO
+was promoted and the Wolf CMO and the other Officer were awarded the Leonard McCoy
+award.
+The Captain spoke up to Allard," Now we'll hear from Security. Allard, your report."
+J.C. stood, out of Academy drill when reporting to a Senior Officer, but mostly to keep
+from sitting doing nothing. "Sirs, I just reported in a few hours ago, and had a quick
+talk with my 2nd in command. Operational we're 100%. both Security and weapons.
+Staffing, I am short 6 technicians, which I've drafted the request and forwarded it to
+you, Commander Maril. I also found out I have two Middies assigned to Security. I'll be
+pairing them up with each of my NCO's to balance their training.
+"As far as our mission, I have a few Ideas to tighten security ship wide, and
+better prepare my team for the surprises of the unknown. Readiness drills, including
+boarding, battle stations, and intruder control drills. My 2nd also informed my
+ship-wide Phaser qualifications for this half of the year are incomplete for many, umm,
+Senior Officers. J.C. gulped slightly. <nowiki>*They could all practice now, just stun me,
+please!*</nowiki> J.C. came to at-ease to signify that's all he had to say, hoping it was enough.
+Submitted,<br>
+Ensign J.C. Allard<br>
+CSO/TAC USS FEYNMAN<br>
+Mike Dailey<br>
+Splatter2@qtm.net<br>
+<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Maril's View</h3>
+<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Max Felsher 7-13-1996</h4>
+SD 80713.0230(GMT)<br>
+SLD 1.1300<br>
+Holodeck 2: BrOT<br>
+"Well, Mr. Glin'kharr, on to the next section. Computer, begin Bridge
+Officer's Test, Section:Tactical."
+Again, the scene became the Bridge of the Feynman, except this time
+with Glin'kharr at the Tactical/Security station.
+As Glin'kharr got used to the controls of the station, the holo-Zane
+walked onto the Bridge.
+"Well, we have emergency orders. Starfleet has ordered us to proceed
+to Jasadi IV and destroy a terrorist base. It will be defended. Helm, set course
+for the Jasadi system and engage at Warp 7 when ready. Mr. Glin'kharr, yellow
+alert. Ready weapons."
+As Glin'kharr followed the orders and the holographic Feynman sped
+into warp, his consience pulled at him. He was a medical officer; how could he
+destroy an entire base without provocation, even if it belonged to terrorists?
+SLD 2.1345<br>
+Just Outside Holodeck 3<br>
+Maril stood outside the Holodeck doors, ready for blistering heat,
+killing dryness, or frightening cold. Even so, he was surprised by what he saw.
+Maril noticed the blue light emanating from the other side of the room.
+He was about to go into it, but the computer stopped him.
+<nowiki><Hello, Commander Maril,> Lt. Jenn's voice rang out. <Please take a
+PADD.></nowiki>
+"Very well," Maril said, surprised, as he grabbed a PADD and
+transferred the memory.
+Nothing matched the surprise, however, when he moved through the
+doorway. Suddenly, he found himself floating in water. He tried to hold his
+breath, but he had been caught without surveying the battlefield, and he had to
+finally open his mouth.
+To his surprise, he could breathe. As he wondered how it was possible,
+a creature--like a reskolin of Tamarian mythology, or a merman of Terran--
+appeared.
+<nowiki>*Do not worry. As long as you stay near one of us, you can breathe.*</nowiki><br>
+<nowiki>*Interesting,* Maril thought. *Very well. Where is the briefing?*</nowiki><br>
+<nowiki>*Over there,*</nowiki> the merman said telepathically, pointing.<br>
+<nowiki>*Thank you.*</nowiki><br>
+Maril swimmed fairly well(though not spectacularly) over to the
+briefing area. Tamarians were quite sea-oriented, and so swimming was quite
+important. Thus, Maril had extensive swimming experience from his
+childhood, and, of course, Starfleet training. Still, it was never something Maril
+was particularly interested in, and so he struggled a bit.
+Finally, though, he reached the area. He found some food to his liking,
+and then sat down at the conference table.
+As Commander Zane started, Maril tried to listen, though it was a little
+hard, considering the water.
+After Jerran recieived his promotion, Maril congratulated him. He was
+very surprised, however, when the Captain called him up, along with Lt.
+Glin'kharr, and awarded both of them the Leonard McCoy Medal.
+"Thank you, Captain," he said as Zane pinned the medal on his uniform.
+"You deserve it, Commander," Zane replied.
+As he sat back down, Maril felt a surge of pride. He had played an
+instrumental role in defeating the Plague, and he was proud of it.
+The briefing continued, with Commander Zane outlining their new
+mission.
+None of them knew it at the time, but one of the "mermen" standing just
+outside the conference area was no merman at all--in fact, he was a Starfleet
+officer. However, this officer wasn't in Red Fleet, Blue Fleet, Gold, Silver, or
+Indigo. This officer was from Gray Fleet, and at that moment, he was learning
+the plans of the Feynman.
+The sun has met the sea,<br>
+Lt. Commander Onta Maril,<br>
+First Officer, USS Feynman,<br>
+aka Max Felsher<br>
+NRPG:
+Yes, I know it's rather long, but I crammed quite a bit into one post. I'm sorry I
+haven't posted in a few days, but I was uunable to access CompuServe from
+Wednesday morning to this morning(Eastern Daylights Time).
+Andy: I noticed a few errors in the roster. For one my E-Dress is still listed
+under the old one(zante@....) and second, Azelti Maril has left for his home, so
+you can take him off the NPC's lists(both regular and registered.) I hope the
+spy in the last paragraph isn't a problem, but I figured that the Gray Fleet
+would have someone behind the scenes trying to get information. If it's a
+problem, maybe a freak electrical shock will kill him. :D
+Ted: Your next BrOT situation is at the beginning. I hope that part about his
+conscience was in character. :)
+Ted, Jospeh: Congrats on the medal and promotion! :)
+<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Allard's Input (Cont.)</h3>
+<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by
+Andrew Catterick 7-13-1996</h4>
+SD:80713.0900
+SCENE: HOLODECK BRIEFING
+> "As far as our mission, I have a few Ideas to tighten security ship wide, and<br>
+> better prepare my team for the surprises of the unknown. Readiness drills, including<br>
+> boarding, battle stations, and intruder control drills. My 2nd also informed my<br>
+> ship-wide Phaser qualifications for this half of the year are incomplete for many, umm,<br>
+> Senior Officers. J.C. gulped slightly. *They could all practice now, just stun me,<br>
+> please!* J.C. came to at-ease to signify that's all he had to say, hoping it was enough.<br>
+Zane looked around the table at the assembled officers some of
+them looking a little guilty. "I expect that situation to be rectified
+soon, preferably before we enter the Coalsack. See to it, Ensign Allard."
+"Aye sir. When shall I book you in?"
+Zane turned to stare at the new CSO and stopped himself from
+letting out the initial comment that was on the tip of tonque. He was
+overdue and he knew the Ensign was right. "I'll make sure I complete the
+qualifications drill before we lift." He smiled. "Fair enough."
+"Yes sir."
+"Good." He turned to face the group. "Now, as part of the press
+hoopla the Admiral has asked me to pass along his 'request' that we all
+cooperate with the press fully. As far as the crew is concerned its still
+'no comment' but it is assumed that the senior staff know a little bit
+more about things so be prepared to drop them a few sound bites. Nothing
+substantial, just 'happy to do our part', 'looking forward to bringing
+security to the coalsack'. blah blah blah. Don't let them corner you
+into specifics and above all not a whisper of the SHADOW fleet."
+He sipped the last of his coffee. "Any questions? Good. We're on
+shoreleave for 60 more hours and then we launch at 0800. Dismissed."
+<<<NRPG>>>
+I was just going to send out an NRPG but thought hey why not.
+Mike Dawe's server is down for the next 3 days but his mail is being
+archived so keep him on your mailing lists. He has asked me to include
+some sort of dealings with the press so that they know what is going on
+before we leave. This is to keep in with our storyline and I suspect may
+involve the greater 'SILVER tapestry.' So have fun with the press.
+We'll launch Monday afternoonish. Mission clock will start then. Anyone
+that hasn't posted during the briefing but planned to do so please do so:)
+Mike Dailey: Please remove the following two eddresses from your mailing
+list: LT.(jg) Oktyabr Krazny <jen...@watmail.ucr.edu>
+EN. Kevin Bishop <barbo.s...@mailbox.swipnet.se>
+and add Joesph Baker's (FCO) two eddresses:
+<jba...@dean2.cas.usf.edu>
+<job...@chuma.cas.usf.edu>
+See I told you guys Kristin might come back early and we shouldn't say
+anything bad about her. Last time I let you guys tell me what to do<EG>
+Respectfully,<br>
+Andy<br>
+-LT.CMDR Tarsa Rogers, Unassigned<br>
+-CMDR Zane, Commanding Officer, USS FEYNMAN<br>
+-CMDR Nigel Straun, TACFLEET Liason Officer, INDIGO 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: CEO Briefing</h3>
+<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Jason Bostjancic 7-14-1996</h4>
+SD:80713.0900<br>
+SCENE: HOLODECK BRIEFING<br>
+Tarrant waited patiently for the others to give their reports.
+He was particularly intriqued by the new CSO. Green wasn't
+a word he liked to use, (since he wasn't exactly three years
+in the fleet either), but Ens. Allard sure fit the picture. Stiff
+as a board, and maybe a bit cocky... he liked him.
+"... and Mr. Koreth?"
+The partial Klingon was brought back into holoreality.
+"Sir, all the refits and replacements to the SIF and IDS
+systems are near completion, " he glanced over at Jerran,
+"and should be online by 0500 tomorrow."
+The Captain nodded.
+"I would like to make some changes to our shield system, though."
+noting the concerned look on Zanes face he decided to explain.
+"Technologicly we are far superior to the pirates, and we are
+beyond the capabilities of the Shadow Fleet we now know
+do to their incomplete ships. I can reroute our extra power to
+make an inner shield along our own. "
+"Why the extra protection Lieutenant? If we are technologicly
+superior." asked Jenn.
+"In a situation as the Shadow Fleet is in I would suspect some
+maquis type tactics could be used on us, ones that we may not be
+prepared for. The second shield could provide something they
+wouldn't suspect from a Federation Ship on this type of mission."
+Zane gave it a thought then replied, "Ok, Lieutenant, but I want
+that second shield to be a surprise. Be able to activate it and
+deactivate it so regular scans won't tip them off."
+"Aye Sir."
+"Also, I want a team on the DELPHI round the clock. That is our
+one true ace here."
+....
+NRPG : Well at least I finally got to that!
+I just completed running a Magic Tournament (card game) here<br>
+and can now put all of my free time back into vegging out<br>
+on the puter <G><br>
+Jason
+Lieutenant Cmdr. Tirrin Vorak - OPS/2O - USS SERAPIS<br>
+Lieutenant Tarrant L. Koreth - CEO - USS FEYNMAN<br>
+"Quoth the Raven 'Nevermore'"<br>
+<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Phaser Qualifications</h3>
+<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Michael "Mike" Dailey 7-14-1996</h4>
+SD80714.1600<br>
+TO: Senior Staff<br>
+FROM: Ens. J.C. Allard<br>
+RE: Biannual Sidearm Qualification<br>
+Sirs, as stated during our mission briefing, many officers and departments are
+seriously behind on their sidearm qualification, with the ship-wide total only at 53%
+completed. Below is a list, by Department and percentage, of personnel still
+unqualified. Individual Department Heads, and where applicable, Asst. Dept. Heads are
+listed. In the next two days, myself or my 2nd in command will contact you to schedule
+those persons in your departments who are not yet qualified.
+All commissioned officers, as always, please remember to bring your issued sidearm
+for routine inspection, and cleaning if necessary. Feel free to use Holodeck program
+SEC-X118A to brush up before your test. This is a new simulation from Training Command,
+replacing the older SEC-SQ118 program with 8 levels of difficulty. Try it!
+CO - CMDR Zane Not qualified<br>
+MCPO Larocque " "<br>
+XO - LTCMDR Maril " "<br>
+WO Jafel " "<br>
+OPS - LT. Jenn Qualified 80623.1300<br>
+SECURITY 12% Not qualified<br>
+Ens. J.C. Allard Qualified - Academy<br>
+CPO Tamarov Qualified - 80611.0915<br>
+MEDICAL 9% Not qualified<br>
+LTjg. Dr. Glin'Kharr Not Qualified<br>
+SCIENCE 13% Not Qualified<br>
+FLIGHT CONTROLLER 34% Not qualified<br>
+LT. Terrel Not Qualified<br>
+LTjg. Cartwright Not Qualified<br>
+ENGINEERING 7% Not Qualified<br>
+LT. Koreth Qualified 80601.1555<br>
+Ens. T. Jared Qualified 80604.2135<br>
+Thank you for you cooperation in this matter.<br>
+Ens. J.C. Allard<br>
+CSO/TAC Officer<br>
+Mike Dailey<br>
+splatter2@qtm.net<br>
+<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: The Captain's New Clothes... er Chair</h3>
+<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Jason Bostjancic 7-15-1996</h4>
+SD 80715<br>
+SLD: 4.1800<br>
+With the official press conference over, and the media harping
+on anyone on Epsilon who even looked like they might be on
+the Feynman, Lt. Koreth had no plans on leaving the ship.
+But then again, the CEO always seemed to have an excuse
+for not leavin during shore leave, and complaining all the while.
+Besides, the last finishing touches were being completed for
+Commander Zane's new chair. The gravity 'belt' system seemed
+to work perfectly, and the built in computer terminal and slide
+out PADD were extra little options. Including a neat little addition
+only Zane and Tarrant would know about... a phaser concealed
+in the arm rest that would shoot into the Captain's hand with
+the right motion.
+The chair was beamed directly to the bridge for final placement
+when Tarrant decided to let the Captain know about it...
+Scene: Captain's Ready
+"I'll assume that you've finished my little request Mr. Koreth." The
+Captain tried to hide what looked to Tarrant like a grin of
+anticipation.
+"Yes sir. They are securing it now, but there are a few little things
+you must know about it first." And with that Tarrant pulled out a
+PADD and handed it to Zane.
+"I figured as much knowing you Lieutenant." After going over it
+for a few seconds, but not really going over it, he announced
+"OK, let me see it."
+With the burden of the next mission upon his sholders the Captain
+had to take his little pleasures where he could. And thus, was
+the first out the door.
+Scene: Bridge
+Sitting in the new chair, with a grin on his face like a child who
+knows he just got the last ice cream cone, was Bat. Before Zane
+could even protest the old CSO spoke up.
+"Ya know. If the brass found out you got something this nice they'd
+probably demote you and take it for themselves." He was spining
+around enjoying the air-like movement.
+"And last time I checked your name wasn't on the list for bridge
+officer of the day?" said Zane, his eyebrow raised.
+"Nope, and I wouldn't want it." With that he rose from the chair.
+"Actually I needed to speak with you about some rumors I hear
+about our next mission. Now I know I'm not in the know but..."
+Zane looked around, "Maybe later Bat, in more private quarters."
+"You're killing me... but I guess I'll wait." he turned his attention to
+Lt. Koreth. "Perhapse you'd like to get a drink Mr. Round the clock?"
+"Actually I have some work..."
+Bat cut him off, "I've got a brand new recipe for Betazoid Tea, and
+just got in the ingredients. No replication."
+Tarrant could never pass up anything food or beverage Betazoid,
+and Bat new it. It was an evil little ploy, but it worked.
+Scene: 10F
+True to his word, Bat had the real ingredients. He wasted no time
+preparing the drink, and probing the CEO for information. Tarrant
+though, as an old CSO himself, was wise to it and only gave
+more enigmatic answers.
+<NRPG>
+Perhaps J.C. or some others would care to Join
+hint, hint
+Respectfully,<br>
+Jason<br>
+Lieutenant Cmdr. Tirrin Vorak - OPS/2O - USS SERAPIS<br>
+Lieutenant Tarrant L. Koreth - CEO - USS FEYNMAN<br>
+"Quoth the Raven 'Nevermore'"<br>
+<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Tying Things Up Before Leaving</h3>
+<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Joseph Baker 7-15-1996</h4>
+SD: 80715.1936<br>
+SLD: 4.1530<br>
+Scene: Main Shuttlebay<br>
+The shuttlecraft Cousteu passed through the blue forcefield at the
+entrance to the shuttlebay with a slight hum as LT Jerran Terel waved
+Midshipman Talo to land it on one of the landing target markers in the
+bay. The shuttle floated slowly over the shuttlebay deck, stopped over
+the target, and gently dropped to the ground with a low thud. With that,
+the last of the new shuttles were now onboard. The NOGURA II sat at the
+very center of the bay like a large mother dog surrounded by its litter,
+the four smaller personnel shuttles. The four personnel shuttles had been
+stowed in the auxiliary shuttlebay when the four new pilots had arrived.
+They were now helping the FEYNMAN's regular crew to complete some checkups
+and such on the shuttles and other shipboard flight systems.
+ENS Mendorn from the planet Benzar sat at the controls of a hover loader,
+pulling the central cargo bay module from off the NOGURA. He set it down
+on the bay's elevator down to the hangar deck where the enhanced sensor
+module for the runabouts and a few smaller ones for the shuttles would be
+offloaded and stored for the trip to the Coalsack. Mendorn was a junior
+midshipman in Jerran's Nova Squadron back at the academy, and so he had
+asked for him personally when he found out the Benzite pilot was
+available.
+ENS Kella Dar, a joined Trill on her first life, pulled the warp nacelle
+cover off the shutlecraft Asimov II, running a check on the electroplasm
+shunt from the main reactor.
+The flight crew was learning fast that even though these shuttles were
+new to the FEYNMAN, that did not necessarily mean they were new in the
+sence that they just came off the assembly line. In fact, the shuttle
+Piaget was over twenty years old, and hadn't had a major engine overhaul
+in about that long. Midshipmen Kaz and Alera were off in the auxiliary
+shuttlebay now working with WO2 Kieren McShane to remedy that problem.
+McShane, a human from the Mars Colony, had already established himself as
+somewhat of a lady's man, even though he had already had very little luck
+in the flight department. He had already received a drink in the face
+from SCPO t'Jon when they met at EPSILON while LTJG Cartwright watched and
+laughed at the exchange, obviously not amused by the warrant officer's
+advances on the Andorian pilot, but quite amused by the blue skinned
+AFCO's reaction.
+The last of the four new pilots to arrive was WO2 Harkone, a rather large
+and intimidating Nausicaan shuttle pilot who had an affinity towards old
+Terran plays, especially those of Shakespeare.
+Jennifer walked in, dodging the Nausicaan as he walked by, carrying a
+large cargo box. "Pardon me, ma'am, but I do believe they need to make
+side mirrors for these rather unwieldy boxes," he said in a surprisingly
+courteous tone for a Nausicaan.
+She smiled to him as she walked towards the FCO and said, "It's OK. I can
+maneuver easier than you can, so you have the right of way this time."
+The warrant officer bowed as best he could with the box in his burly arms
+as he continued on his way. Jennifer walked over to Jerran and said, "Why
+doesn't he just use an antigrav?"
+Jerran shrugged and said, "It's just not his way, I suppose. It'd be like
+us putting a small suitcase on an antigrav. But, then again, the way you
+pack for vacations, I wouldn't be too reluctant to use one myself."
+"Hah, very funny, Lieutenant. Just for that, see if I give you your
+messages for the day." She held a PADD in front of him teasingly, and he
+reached over and tickled her on the side, grabbing it from her while she
+was distracted. "That's not fair!"
+"So?" he said as he smiled and keyed in the message retrieval. There was
+one message in the queue from ENS Allard. "Prophets! Allard says that
+neither you nor I have had our phaser qualification tests in over six
+months. Imagine that?!"
+"Umm, Terri, dear. You haven't had a weapon's qualifier since you
+graduated from the academy. I should know, I've been around you most of
+the time since then," she said with a wink.
+Jerran made a hmmph sound as he read on saying, "He also used my name
+wrong," showing her the PADD which read "LT Terel" right above the deputy
+chief FCO's name.
+"Uh oh. You're not going to give him the famous Bajoran lecture on naming
+conventions, are you?"
+The LT smiled, thinking about it for a second and said, "Well, he's just
+lucky I'm half Vulcan, or I would give him the lecture. This time, I'll
+just be more subtle."
+He typed a reply message into the PADD that said, "Message received and
+acknowledged. FCO and AFCO will take qualifier this evening. -- LT
+_Jerran_"
+"Are you sure underlining you're name isn't going too far?"
+"Now look," he said with a laugh, "You're not letting me give him a
+lecture on interracial relations, so I have to do something."
+"Alright, alright. Have it your way, you big baby."
+"Yeah, I'll remember that when some Bajoran cadet calls you Lieutenant
+Jennifer," Jerran said as he touched the send command. He looked around
+as the flight crew put the finishing touches on their jobs and said, "It
+looks like everything's going alright here. We can go take the test now."
+"OK, just promise to let me shoot a few of the targets."
+"Oh, alright," he acquiesced.
+They walked out the door, the large bulkhead shutting slowly as WO Harkone
+walked by, reciting a poem which was cut off by the door, "So live that
+when thy summons comes to join the innumerable caravan..."
+"Every new Nausicaan I meet is like a new adventure," Jerran said as the
+entered the turbolift to go to the holodeck.
+<NRPG>
+Next Episode: Departure :)
+<pre style="font-weight: bold; background-color: #303030; color: #ccc7e1;">
+****************************************************************************
+* jobaker@chuma.cas.usf.edu       *    jbaker@deans2.cas.usf.edu           *
+****************************************************************************
+* Joseph Baker                                                             *
+* University of South Florida                                              *
+****************************************************************************
+* Daisemi'in rhhaensuriuu            * Of the Chief parts of the           *
+* meillunsiateve                     * Ruling Passion only this            *
+* rh'e Mnhei'sahe yie ahr'en:        * Can be truly said:                  *
+* Mnahe afw'ein qiuu,                * Hate has a reason for everything    *
+* rh'e hweithnaef                    * But love is unreasonable            *
+* mrht Heis'he ehl'ein qiuu          * --Rihannsu Proverb                  *
+****************************************************************************
+</pre>
+<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Media Darlings</h3>
+<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by
+Andrew Catterick 7-15-1996</h4>
+SD: 80715.1000<br>
+Scene: Ready-Room<br>
+SLD: 4.1600<br>
+Zane sat at his desk and scanned the mission orders for the 10th
+time. He had spent the last 4 hours digging through Starfleet
+communications, bio-files, Fleet movements, anything that might possibly
+give him an inside edge for when they came to face the SHADOW Fleet. For
+the most-part it had been a waste of time and the frustration he felt was
+manifested in the hope that he would meet up with the PHOENIX's Captain
+Tremaine. In person. His right fist clenched at the thought as a small
+smile pulled at the corner of his mouth. <nowiki>*Call my ship a tin-can.*</nowiki>
+Looking at the chrono on the top right corner of the screen
+he scowled. Thirty minutes to the press-conference. He hated reporters.
+The day he had graduated from the Academy had also been the day that the
+REPULSE had been officially listed as 'Missing, Presumed Destroyed.'
+Almost immediately the vultures, there to film another boring, they
+thought, Starfleet graduation, descended on him. 'Have you heard the
+news?' 'How do you feel?' 'What was your first thought when you found out
+your family and friends were dead?' 'Is it true that...' And it contined
+from there. As a fresh new ensign he was too respectful or perhaps too
+naive to tell them what he thought of them and instead stood numbly,
+dutifully answering their questions.
+That was when Bat arrived and had
+pulled him out of the scrum and straightened all of them out quickly. He
+smiled at the thought. He had known Bat all his life, thought of him as
+an uncle, and was sure he had no surprises left in him, but the seemingly
+none stop line of expletives that came flying out of the retired CSO's
+mouth had shocked everyone. Certainly the reporters who had
+stood there staring dumbly as Bat, his tirade finished, smiled and whisked
+him away.
+<nowiki><<You have an incoming message.>></nowiki>
+Stirred from his memories he turned to face the computer screen.
+"Display." After a few seconds the header appeared. He was pleased to
+see it was from the new CSO following up on his phaser qualifications
+drills.
+> SD80714.1600<br>
+> TO: Senior Staff<br>
+> FROM: Ens. J.C. Allard<br>
+> RE: Biannual Sidearm Qualification<br>
+><br>
+> Sirs, as stated during our mission briefing, many Officers and departments are<br>
+> seriously behind on their sidearm qualification, with the ship-wide total only at 53%<br>
+> completed. Below is a list, by Department and percentage, of personnel still<br>
+> unqualified. Individual Department Heads, and where applicable, Asst. Dept. Heads are<br>
+> listed. In the next two days, myself or my 2nd in command will contact you to schedule<br>
+> those persons in your departments who are not yet qualified.<br>
+><br>
+> All commissioned officers, as always, please remember to bring your issued sidearm<br>
+> for routine inspection, and cleaning if necessary. Feel free to use Holodeck program<br>
+> SEC-X118A to brush up before your test. This is a new simulation from Training Command,<br>
+> replacing the older SEC-SQ118 program with 8 levels of difficulty. Try it!<br>
+><br>
+> CO - CMDR Zane Not qualified<br>
+> MCPO Larocque " "<br>
+> XO - LTCMDR Maril " "<br>
+> WO Jafel " "<br>
+> OPS - LT. Jenn Qualified 80623.1300<br>
+><br>
+"Thats not to embarrassing, the two senior officers not up on
+their qualifications. Thank-god Krysa is or Fleet would have a fit." He
+said outloud, mentally chiding himself for falling behind. Something that
+had never happened before.<br>
+><br>
+> SECURITY 12% Not qualified<br>
+> Ens. J.C. Allard Qualified - Academy<br>
+> CPO Tamarov Qualified - 80611.0915<br>
+><br>
+> MEDICAL 9% Not qualified<br>
+> LTjg. Dr. Glin'Kharr Not Qualified<br>
+"Medical has a better rating than security!" He tried to picture
+T'Del with a phaser. It scared him almost as much as the thought of
+facing a wolf, his teeth barred brandishing a phaser.
+> SCIENCE 13% Not Qualified<br>
+><br>
+> FLIGHT CONTROLLER 34% Not qualified<br>
+> LT. Terrel Not Qualified<br>
+> LTjg. Cartwright Not Qualified<br>
+That's not like Jerran. He's usually a stickler for things like
+that. Well, it'll give Kyrsa something to tease him about.
+><br>
+> ENGINEERING 7% Not Qualified<br>
+> LT. Koreth Qualified 80601.1555<br>
+> Ens. T. Jared Qualified 80604.2135<br>
+There was no surprise. As an ex-CSO it was inevitable that the
+Klingon would keep up with the drills. Of course this was even more
+embarrassing for Zane
+He reached out and touched the reply icon.<br>
+____________________________________________________________________________<br>
+SD: 80715.1600<br>
+TO: EN. J.C. Allard, CSO<br>
+cc: All senior staff<br>
+FROM: CMDR. Zane, commanding<br>
+RE: S-Arm Qual<br>
+============================================================================<br>
+Be advised. I will complete the qualification drill on or before
+SD:80720.1800. Scores will be forwarded to your office.
+Please ensure all crew deficinent in qualifications complete drill
+before arrival our patrol destination.
+Zane.
+____________________________________________________________________________<br>
+Sending the memo he rose, drank down the rest of his coffee and
+deposited the empty mug on the replicator pad for reconstitution. He had
+put it off as long as he could.
+_______________________________
+Scene: Briefing Room, SB EPSILON<br>
+SLD: 4.1652<br>
+"....and that, essentially, covers the FEYNMAN's mission orders."
+The Admiral paused to put his pointer down on the lecturn. "Any
+questions?"
+Zane sat on his chair, to the right and behind the admiral, who
+began to field the reporter's questions. Admittedly he did not know the
+Admiral very well but to say he was surprised by the last 20 minutes would
+be an understatement. The normally gruff Nicholas had held his audience
+captive as he explained the mission particulars, using the various
+computer animations and sketches that had been prepaired. He had even
+patiently explained several basic points that a reporter, who had
+obviously not done his homework, had asked. In short, he had them in the
+palm of his hand.
+"Why the FEYNMAN Admiral?" One of the throng asked.
+"I'll let the Captain of the FEYNMAN field that one." He gestured
+over towards Zane who quickly approached the podium. "Commander?"
+"Thank-you Admiral Nicholas. Why the FEYNMAN? Well, personally
+I'd have to say that its because we're the best ship in the Fleet and if
+you want the job done you tap the FEYNMAN." A light chuckle rippled
+through the audience. He paused as the reporters furiously poked and
+prodded their PADDS. Of course every Captain thought his or her ship was
+the best in the Fleet but how many were lucky enough to have it
+publicized. This would be a nice 'response' to all of the SILVER Captains
+who had razzed him in the OClub about the FEYNMAN not being able to hold
+her crew.
+"Professionally, the answer is that the FEYNMAN class
+explorer/destroyer is an ideal assest to achieve the mission
+specifications. For several reasons, its DELPHI sensor suite and its
+agililty. As Admiral Nicholas has outlined the Coalsack is not an
+inviting place. The violent storms and energy discharges are enough to
+play havoc with most ship's sensors. In effect once you entered the 'sack
+you'd be flying blind. The DELPHI, however, is sophisticated enough that
+it can cut through the disturbance's quite easily and locate the pirates
+and their bases with little trouble."
+"Secondly the ships small size presents less of a target for the
+'sacks random energy charges. Furthermore its low emmission rate is much
+more desirable if we find ourselves in the middle of a storm than some of
+the larger ships whose emmission rates would essentially turn them into a
+very large 'lighting rod'.
+"Finally the ship's agility provides a final protection if the
+weather get a little rough. All in all, the coalsack is a very dangerous
+place but he FEYNMAN will be quite at home there." He paused to sip some
+water. "Next question."
+"How do you feel about your orders?"
+"As a Starfleet officer I have no 'feelings' about my orders.
+Like any other officer I receive and follow them."
+"Yes I know the party line but surely as an *individual* you must
+have some opinions." The reporter persisted.
+Zane kept the pleasant look on his face while he inwardly
+expressed a few opinions about the reporter, her colleagues, and the press
+conference in general before answering. "It is a challenging mission and
+I look forward to a challenge. On an individual level, as a Federation
+citizen I think it is a logical step in this sector's expansion. Federation
+citizens have been moving out to this region of space for many
+years. Because it is 'out on the frontier' there has been a certain
+degree of lawlessness which has lead to increased incidents of piracy to
+the extent that many settlers live in fear of attack or as to whether or
+not critical supplies will arrive in time to sustain fledgling colonies.
+It is part of the Federation's mandate to protect its citizens and I
+welcome the opportunity to do so."
+"So what you are saying is that you support the Federation's
+expansionist policies."
+"No, not at all. I don't think you can say that the Federation as
+an entity has expanded out into this region. It has been, infact,
+individual groups and beings that have done so of their own accord. The
+Federation is merely following these citizens and providing the rights and
+privledges that all have come to expect." He cursed inwardly, he hadn't
+handled that one all to well.
+"Unfortunately we'll have to end things here." The Admiral's
+voice rang out. "The FEYNMAN will be departing in less than 18 hours and,
+as I'm sure'll you understand, Commander Zane has to return to his ship
+for final preparations."
+"Can we get a picture Admiral?" Some one called out. Zane turned
+to go, happy the Admiral had ended the press conference, allowing him to
+escape. He was surprised to hear the admiral's reply. "Of course."
+The two starfleet officers turned to face the audience while
+shaking hands as the reporters happily recorded the image.
+"Having a good time commander?" The Admiral growled under his
+breath.
+<<<NRPG>>>
+We'll assume that all those who are deficient in the phaser qualifications
+will complete the drill before we enter the sack. Please feel free to
+post the drill if you wish to. I plan to...time permitting.
+Max/Joesph: Take us out and start the mission clock as MD:1.0800.
+(Approx 15 hours after the press conference ends...so if any
+of you have unfinished business on EPSILON please feel free
+to backpost.) I imagine they'll be a few small craft waiting
+for us outside spacedock to get a few pictures of us
+departing. If they're anything like today's press they'll
+probably be in the way....so try not to hit them. We need
+good press relations!<G>
+Set course for the coalsack Warp 6. It will take about 72
+hours to get there>
+Mike Dailey: The mission date clock (MD) is used to keep some sembelance
+of order in much the same way as the use of SD. It is geared
+to ships time so we will depart on MD:1.0800 (Mission Day 1,
+am) If I've already mentioned this to you....well its as
+good a time as any to become acquainted with my feeble
+memory :)
+Mike Dawe: Well it wasn't quite a press hoopla. Once you get settled in
+after your server comes back on line. (I imagine you'll have
+*alot* to catch up on.) Can you give me a rundown on what is
+known about the coalsack/pirates/this region etc. Are we any
+where near the new base the Pearson(?) towed out?
+Respectfully,
+Andy--->Lots of words, little substance (sounds like my thesis;>)
+-LT.CMDR Tarsa Rogers, Unassigned<br>
+-CMDR Zane, Commanding Officer, USS FEYNMAN<br>
+-CMDR Nigel Straun, TACFLEET Liason Officer, INDIGO 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: Before Mission</h3>
+<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Michael "Mike" Dailey 7-15-1996</h4>
+SD 80715.1030<br>
+SCENE: Returning from EPSILON<br>
+J.C. heard the large doors of the Holodeck here on EPSILON swoosh and clank shut
+behind him. That had to have been one of the best "trips" he had ever taken. *Wow,
+it's been almost six years since I had seen home.* The sight of New London on Mars' most
+sparsely populated region, the Wolfe District, triggered some memories of things and
+people J.C. would have rather forgot or more precisely, not had to remember again.
+Equally, the mini adventure brought back some wonderful times of youth, when Starships,
+missions, and reports were years beyond the carefree adolescent. Walking through the
+avenues, visiting Yeager Park, or sneaking into Yeager Park after hours with the guys to
+experiment with some "fruit juice" and barely escaping from the constables giving chase
+to the boys.
+J.C. paused, considering beaming onto the FEYNMAN instead of traversing the
+corridors of EPSILON, after all, he had spent the past 3 hours walking around "home."
+But after that double helping of Rigellian Ravioli and three chocolate Ssiruv Juices, he
+could use the exercise.
+After about 10 minutes, J.C. rounded the corridor to the FEYNMAN's docking
+bay. About 20 meters ahead was Bay-9, the FEYNMAN's. In front of the hatch were two of
+his men. Though not needed on EPSILON, and two being a slight overkill, J.C. considered
+the two Security Officers for a moment. With all the hype about the mission, the
+dealings with the press, it was a good move. He would make a note to commend CPO
+Tamarov, besides, it may make a good impression on the XO or CO. *Spirits, I need that!*
+J.C. straightened his uniform, ready to have a little fun with these two, who
+looked like they were having SO much fun. Walking up to they Sentries, they immediately
+stiffened up upon noticing J.C. They did, however, not notice the other two men and
+woman approach.
+"Excuse me Ensign, I'm Edward D. Moore, Federation News Network (FNN) Just a few
+quick questions please. Ensign, how do you feel about your mission," asked the first
+chap, shoving a PADD-corder into his face. The other fellow and woman followed
+suit. "Ensign, is this mission the beginning of a major Fleet-Federation expansion and
+development of the 'Sack area?" The third almost got in his face. "Ensign, you're
+Security, aren't you? Do you think a small ship like this is armed well enough for this
+mission. Wouldn't a Frigate or Destroyer be better suited?" The two Sentries were
+thankfully trying to get between the reporters and their new CSO.
+<nowiki>*Spirits, why didn't I beam to the ship.* "ENOUGH!" *Wow, was that me?*</nowiki>
+Grabbing a quick, deep breath J.C. continued. "Any information I have you guys already
+received at the Press Conference earlier, and as far as my personal feelings, well,
+they're my own feelings." The woman, obviously not satisfied, began again.
+"But Ensign, we..." but she could not finish for the blessing of the Senior PO began ushering
+the trio away.
+"Come on everyone, this is a restricted area. I'm gonna have to ask you
+to leave the docking corridor. Standard procedure 12-hours prior to departure" *Good
+job. It was a lie, but it got them away and off my back and they probably didn't know
+anyway.* When the 'coast was clear', J.C. made a beeline for the hatch. *To hell with
+protocol, after that, Permission to come aboard be damned!*
+Once inside, J.C. considered his options. It's 2200 hrs. . He could turn in
+early, return to his new office to acquaint himself more than the 10 minute meeting
+earlier with his 2nd., or third try out this ships 10-foreward. Turning towards the
+lift, choice three won. Leaning against the back of the lift, J.C. mumbled to the
+destination inquiry, "Deck 10-Foreward.". That Ravioli was playing tricks with his
+stomach. He considered going to sickbay for something, but three or four double-shots of
+Aldebran Whiskey will do the same.
+The large wooden doors opened to reveal a VERY comfortable looking area. Big
+overstuffed chairs and tables, yet the room still seemed huge. Only about 8 people in
+attendance. Three middies in the corner playing Domjot *Spirits, that's me only six
+months ago*, two separate couples at separate tables, and a Klingon at the bar, and of
+course the Host. *What did the manifest say his name was, Bart? No Bat.* J.C. walked to
+the end of the bar, opposite the Klingon Lt. He was in no mood for Senior Officers now.
+J.C. introduced himself to the Host, taking a liking to his attitude already. After
+the second double-shot, they had found out they were both originally from Mars Colony,
+though many years apart. J.C. found out Bat was a former CSO and begged for some "war
+stories", but Bat made a solemn promise for later. Bat had taken a liking to the
+FEYNMAN's recent newcomer, perhaps seeing himself a few years ago. J.C. wobbled out of
+his stool, "Bat, thanks pal. Now at least I know someone on this tugboat I can call a
+friend." J.C. chugged the last of his Aldebran whiskey. "Careful with that tugboat talk.
+If the Captain or XO hears you, you'll be scrubbing the hull with a q-tip."
+"OK Bat, OK. but Officers call me Allard and J.C., but my friends call me Justin.
+So YOU BETTER START RIGHT NOW, PILGRIM!"
+"Justin, that was SO LOUSY. Go get some sleep! That's an order, Mister!" J.C. opened his mouth, then closed it to smile and succumb to sleep. As he turned, he notice the Klingon sitting there. They hadn't met yet, and he
+was feeling a little too good to meet a Senior Officer for the first time. He didn't
+want to snub the guy, but After what him, Jason, and the others had done to that Klingon
+freshman last year. It was still hard to look a Klingon in the face! *Oh well, maybe
+now so I won' remember it.*
+J.C. very slowly and cautiously maneuvered over to the
+Klingons side, Bat keeping an uninterested eye on them.
+"Sir, good evening Sir.
+Lieute... Ensign Allard, CSO/TAC." J.C. offered his hand. He couldn't remember if
+Klingons shook hands,, be he was in no mood to bash heads with this guy. The Klingon
+accepted with a VERY firm grip.
+"Welcome aboard Ensign. I am LT. Koreth, CEO. I would
+ask you to join me, but I see you are enroute to your quarters." Koreth turned and
+mutually nodded to Bat. "I am leaving also, you may join me if you like". They left,
+Klingon in the lead, Human literally falling behind.
+After a horrible nights sleep, and a long cold shower, J.C. arrived on the bridge
+at 0730, startling the Gamma watch. He greeted the Gamma Duty Officer, a Bolian and
+introduced himself.
+"Good morning, Mr. Ein."
+The shocked MCPO replied "Good morning, Sir. Welcome to your first watch." J.C. didn't care what he meant by that, sincere or
+not. It was not to show off for the brass, but to get a feel for things early. J.C.
+stepped around to PO/1 T'meq at tactical and introduced himself to the Gamma CSO.
+"Mr. Ein, please log me in at 0730. I'm relieving Mister T'meq." Ein could not argue an
+order, but paused briefly.
+"Aye Sir. Will you take the Conn., since you're Senior officer? Ein got up slowly.
+<nowiki>*Is this guy baiting me for a sucker or what. First day I have NO intention of sitting there.*</nowiki>
+"As you were, Mr. Ein. You only have 1/2 hour until the Captain arrives."
+As if summoned by a spell cast by J.C., the lift opened to emit a
+cheerful looking Zane. Slightly shocked, probably like Ein was to see him, J.C. cleared
+his throat, "CAPTAIN on the Bridge... *Here goes nothing!*
+Submitted,<br>
+Ensign J.C. Allard<br>
+CSO/TAC USS FEYNMAN<br>
+Mike Dailey<br>
+Splatter2@qtm.net
+==================================================================================<br>
+NRPG:<br>
+Sorry for such a long one. Andy, Jason, anyone else, I hope I played your characters
+NPC's OK. I tried to cover a lot of ground before we "depart". Again, thanks all. I am
+still sorry I didn't join ASR earlier.
+Mike/J.C.
+<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Let's Blow This Joint! :)</h3>
+<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Joseph Baker 7-16-1996</h4>
+SD: 80716.1500<br>
+MD: 1.0800<br>
+LT Jenn looked up from her OPS console and said, "Dockmaster reports we
+are clear for departure, Captain. They also advise us to be aware of a
+number of small ships loitering around outside the base. Apparently the
+press is interested in our departure."
+Commander Zane nodded and said, "Send my regards to the dockmaster,
+Lieutenant. Mr. Jerran, take us out, best speed. Try and keep it slow,
+though. I can probably cover for you loosing a few shuttles on our last
+mission, but if you were to mow over a few civilian ships, I don't think
+that would blow over very well."
+Jerran grinned as he pulled the ship out of the dock on maneuvering
+thrusters, "Of course, sir, I'll do my best."
+As they cleared the space doors, they were greated by at least a couple
+dozen ships ranging from small travel pods to runabouts and a few small
+transports, all maneuvering in a mock battle to get the best photographic
+coverage of the FEYNMAN's departure. Jerran brought the ship's impulse
+engines online and thrusted the ship away from the press cavalcade, doing
+a quick barrel roll as he passed by.
+"What was that for?" Jenn asked.
+"Just making sure the kinks are out of the thruster system," Jerran said
+with a mischevious grin. "We've cleared planetary orbit, sir."
+"Set course for the Coalsack and engage at warp 6."
+"Aye, aye, sir," LT Jerran said as he punched the coordinates into the
+computer and engaged the warp drive.
+Hundreds of cameras were pointed towards the FEYNMAN as her engine
+nacelles raised to warp flight mode and she sped off on a new adventure.
+<NRPG>
+Short and sweet, just enough to get us on our way :)
+<pre style="font-weight: bold; background-color: #303030; color: #ccc7e1;">
+****************************************************************************
+* jobaker@chuma.cas.usf.edu       *    jbaker@deans2.cas.usf.edu           *
+****************************************************************************
+* Joseph Baker                                                             *
+* University of South Florida                                              *
+****************************************************************************
+* Daisemi'in rhhaensuriuu            * Of the Chief parts of the           *
+* meillunsiateve                     * Ruling Passion only this            *
+* rh'e Mnhei'sahe yie ahr'en:        * Can be truly said:                  *
+* Mnahe afw'ein qiuu,                * Hate has a reason for everything    *
+* rh'e hweithnaef                    * But love is unreasonable            *
+* mrht Heis'he ehl'ein qiuu          * --Rihannsu Proverb                  *
+****************************************************************************
+</pre>
+<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Finishing Up Shore Leave</h3>
+<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Kristen Gant 7-16-1996</h4>
+Stardate: 80716.1249<br>
+Scene: EPSILON<br>
+SLD: 3. 0930<br>
+Krysa carried the box off the transporter pad and headed off toward
+shipping. It was the last remaining box of Kavan’s things. She had already
+sent his clothes. But this one contained several valuables that she wanted
+to personally ship.
+She cringed as she realized she was wearing her uniform and was
+immediately surrounded by reporters, asking about their upcoming mission.
+Krysa held the box in front of her looking very uncomfortable, hoping the
+would get the hint.
+“I would love to talk to all of you, but I must get this box of things to
+shipping.”
+“Can’t you tell us anything?”
+“Well, there will be a press conference about it tomorrow. That would be
+your best bet.” Krysa said with a smile. She hoped it didn’t look to
+phoney.
+“What are your feelings about this mission?”
+“Of course, I’m just happy to be able to do what I can. But please excuse
+me, it is very important that I get this shipped out.”
+“Does it have something to do with the Coalsack?”
+Krysa frowned, “This box? No... I assure you it doesn’t.”
+She swerved out of the way and continued on her journey.
+Scene: 10-Forward<br>
+SLD: 4:1840<br>
+Krysa walked into 10-Forward after having spent the day enjoying Kavan’s
+novel on the holodeck. Now she found herself starved and decided to have a
+bite to eat.
+She was please to see Tarrant sitting there and promptly took a seat next
+to him. “You’ve been keeping yourself busy. I haven’t seen much of you.”
+He nodded giving her a faint smile, “I’m always busy during shore leave.”
+“Yes, I know. We will have to rectify that you know.”
+He looked at her but didn’t say anything.
+She laughed lightly, “Don’t worry, it won’t hurt.”
+Krysa ordered a large dinner from the replicator and chatted with the
+Klingon as she ate. Tarrant laughed at her. “What?” she asked.
+“You should have been a Klingon.”
+Krysa looked down at her plate and chuckled, “Yes, perhaps I should have.
+Scene: Bridge<br>
+SLD: 5.0750<br>
+Krysa walked onto the bridge feeling fully refreshed. Better then she had
+in quite a while. She however, was put in a sour mood when she spotted Ein
+sitting at Ops. She walked over to relieve him. “Good morning, Mr. Ein.”
+He stood and looked up at her, “Lieutenanat.”
+“Where is Mr. Teeta this morning?”
+“He had a family emergency, sir. And I was the only one with the
+experience to fill in.” said the Bolian stiffly.
+“Very well, Mr. Ein,” she said with a diplomatic smile.
+Zane, who was sitting in his chair, looking very pleased with it, called
+down to her, “Congratulations Lt, on being one of the few bridge officers
+to keep up your sidearm qualifications.”
+Krysa smiled, “Thank you, Captain. It helped me to deal with the aftermath
+of our last mission.”
+He nodded.
+Regards,<br>
+Lt. Krysa Jenn<br>
+****<br>
+NRPG: Well, Krysa’s ready to head out :)
+Jason, Krysa and Tarrant haven’t talked in a while, so I figured now was
+as good a time as any... Especially since she has to play counselor again :) :)<br>
+Kristen
+<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: BrOT, Phaser Qualifications, and Unfurling the Sails</h3>
+<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Max Felsher 7-16-1996</h4>
+SD: 80716
+"Your next section awaits. Computer, begin Bridge Officer's Test, Section:Helm."
+For the third time, the Bridge of the Feynman appeared, but this time, Glin'kharr replaced Jerran at the helm.
+As he settled in, he heard his own voice--over the intercom. [Glin'kharr to Captain. All of the injured colonists have been beamed aboard.
+However, our medical facilities won't be able to handle all of them. We must get to Starbase Epsilon.]
+"Thank you, Doctor," the holographic Zane replied. "We'll get there as soon as possible. Zane out."
+Just as Glin'kharr was realizing the irony of hearing one's own vovice over the intercom, the holo-Maril ordered, "Mr. Glin'kharr, get us back to Starbase Epsilon."
+"Aye, sir." It was then that he realized that there was a whole fleet of Kzinti ships between the Feynman and Starbase Epsilon. Obviously, the Kzinti had some reason to stop them, though what it was Glin'kharr didn't know,
+but he did know that it was going to be a very bumpy ride.
+"Ahead, full impulse," Glin'kharr reported.
+SLD 4.1600<br>
+First Officer's Office<br>
+As Maril continued to check on departments' progress in getting the ship ready, he looked at what messages were in his "mailbox". There were only two of real importance, one being a letter from his family, and the other being a message from the new CSO regarding phaser qualifications. Maril was surprised that he wasn't up-to-date, but he would soon rectify that. The other messages
+were mostly from the press regarding the new mission. The Captain hadn't lied when he had said there would be strong media coverage.
+Maril tapped his communicator. "Maril to Bellad. Report to my office immediately."
+[I'm on my way, sir.]
+SLD 4.1610
+As WO Bellad entered the office, Maril looked up from his work. He saw that there had been a message in reply to Allard's from the Captain.
+"Well, Mr. Bellad, I have just been informedthat you are not up-to-date on your phaser qualifications."
+Bellad gulped. "Yes, sir, that is true."'
+"Well, I must say, I am pleased, Mr. Bellad."
+A look of surprise came over Bellad's face. "You are?"
+"Yes. I thought that I would have to take the tests alone." Maril smiled.
+Bellad smiled back. "I didn't know, sir, that you hadn't taken the tests recently, either."
+"Mr. Bellad, do not be Ayoli singing of his exploits to the enemy."
+'"Understood, sir." Bellad had a little bit of a smirk on his face.
+"Come, Mr. Bellad, the tests await us."
+With that, both officers walked out of the office.
+<<<<NRPG:I would write about the test, except I'm not sure what exactly it is. Is it the phaser range, with all of those flying dots on the wall you have to hit? Or some other movable(or unmovable) targets? Or is it on the Holodeck? A combination of these? :) >>>>
+MD 1.0800<br>
+Bridge<br>
+As Maril overlooked the ship quickly for the last time, he sensed that the tension on the ship was building. What would they find in the Coalsack? Would they be destroyed, whether it be by pirates, the storms, or Starfleet ships? Or would they be able to beat the odds and survive this mission?
+Maril sat silently as the Captain ordered Jerran to undock the ship and then go into warp. He too wondered about the mission, and whether they would survive.
+However, as the Feynman hurtled towards the Coalsack, there was an officer on the Bridge who didn't belong. This officer was part of Grey Fleet, and he was so well hidden that not one other officer suspected he was there.
+The sun has met the sea,<br>
+Lt. Commander Onta Maril,<br>
+First Officer, USS Feynman,<br>
+aka Max Felsher<br>
+NRPG:
+<Play ominous music.>
+Ted: Only two more sections to go! I suppose we will have to backpost. :(
+Andy: I'd like you to add our little spy here to the NPC's(although we don't know his name yet.) Also, if you think we should add a character who'll only be here for one mission(we hope), you can add him to the Registered NPC's list under my name.
+<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Wine, Friends and Laughte</h3>
+<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by
+Andrew Catterick 7-17-1996</h4>
+SD: 80717.1100<br>
+Scene: 10-Forward<br>
+"May I join you?" Zane asked of the CEO and OPS Manager.
+"Of course Captain." Jenn waved towards the empty chair.
+"What can I get for you sir?" The waiter who had miraculously
+appeared asked.
+Zane did a quick look to see what his companions were having
+before deciding. "Uh, something quick....some bow-tie pasta and a glass
+of my Inniskillen."
+"Right away."
+"So how's the chair?" Krysa asked with a grin.
+Zane beamed. "Exactly what I wanted! Mr. Koreth and his
+engineering teams are to be commended." The CEO nodded at the compliment.
+"However," The Captain continued, "my spies tell me that once again you
+didn't make it for shoreleave. I thought I was pretty clear on that
+Lieutenant."
+"I had every intention of taking some time on EPSILON" The CEO
+lied, "but with the bridge refit, which I felt I had to supervise, and of
+course the pre-departure briefing, not to mention all the extra repair
+work after the so-called 'Jerran Maneuver'." He raised his hands in
+surrender. "There was just no time."
+"Yes, well," he unconsciously leaned back to allow the waiter to
+place his order in front of him, "that seems to happen whenever we dock
+but I don't want it to happen when we complete this mission. And to make
+sure it doesn't I might even stick the morale 'officer' on the case."
+"Sir?"
+Zane jerked a thumb towards Bat who was in his trademark lean
+polishing his trademark glass while singing his trademark song. Krysa
+started to laugh. "Tarrant do your self a favour and take the
+shore-leave. You don't want to get saddled with Bat. He'd drive you
+nuts!"
+"We shall see."
+"So how did your phaser qualifications go?" Jenn asked, a little
+smugly.
+"Very well." Zane replied as he set his wine back down on the
+table and buttered one of the whole-wheat buns. "Although it took a
+little while to convince the computer to find and reload my original
+qualification test."
+"You didn't use the new one?"
+"I was going to but I decided to drag Chief Larocque along with
+me...part of his punishment." Zane grinned mischievously. "One of the
+sections involves trudging through a tropical rainforest during a
+torrential downfall. On one part of trail it gets very narrow and very
+muddy..." He started to chuckle. "...and Mike always slips. The first
+time we went through it he went flying down the side of the ravine and
+wrapped his body around this rock and then slid into the swamp. We had to
+actually disengage the program to pull him out." He was laughing much
+harder now. "That's why his nickname is the "The Rock'"
+"He told me it was a variation of his name in another dialect."
+Jenn replied chuckling.
+"Oh it is, it is. But that's not why we call him it."
+<<<NRPG>>>
+Okay, its just a fluff piece. But my feeble brain is still addled by all
+the running around of yesterday.
+Its Wednesday now....lets say we enter the 'sack on Saturday. So that
+gives us 2 days to get there and enjoy some character development etc, as
+well as finalizing staffing ;)
+Respectfully,<br>
+Andy<br>
+-CMDR Tarsa Rogers, Unassigned<br>
+-CMDR Zane, Commanding Officer, USS FEYNMAN<br>
+-CMDR Nigel Straun, TACFLEET Liason Officer, INDIGO FLEET<br>
+-CMDR Horatio Sinclair, Fleet Intelligence Officer, BLUE FLEET<br>
+<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">SB EPSILON SB EPSILON---->USS FEYNMAN Family Outing</h3>
+<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by
+Mike Dawe 7-17-1996</h4>
+>Meleah left the Captain's office feeling... nothing really. She didn't know<br>
+>whether to be disappointed or happy and for an android, that can be very<br>
+>confusing. For her curiosity's sake, getting a Science posting on a First<br>
+>Contact vessel was interesting because she would now be able to meet new races.<br>
+<br>
+<snip><br>
+<br>
+>After an hour of searching through records, Meleah gave up. There was<br>
+>no-one on EPSILON with the name of Rama. She therefore concluded that they<br>
+>must have been stowaways or similar. And as Cadence was such a charming<br>
+>child, Meleah decided to look after her until such time as the mother came<br>
+>back. Thus, armed with the child, Meleah made her way to Admiral Nicholas' office.<br>
+><br>
+>"Lt. Meleah reporting to Admiral Nicholas as reported," she told the female<br>
+>PO at the desk.<br>
+><br>
+>"Take a seat over there, he'll be right with you. Is that your child?"<br>
+><br>
+>"Yes," replied Meleah, even though she knew it wasn't true. Besides, this<br>
+>PO didn't know that she was an android. And if the mother didn't come back,<br>
+>Meleah felt sure that she could handle looking after a child. She would<br>
+>need to ask the Admiral about taking a child onto the ship though. "Could<br>
+>you look after her while I am talking to the Admiral? Her name is Cadence."<br>
+><br>
+>"I'd be delighted to," the PO said.<br>
+><br>
+>After a few more minutes, the PO announced that Meleah could enter the office.<br>
+When she finally did enter she met the Admiral who seemed to be in a
+foul mood. (Not familiar with him she did not know that this was his
+natural state of being. "Hrrmf, come in. It took you a little longer than
+it takes most officers to get from the docking bays to my office, get lost?"
+"I was not aware I was being timed, sir. I encountered a . . .
+friend." She wavered over whether to explain the incident in detail to the
+Admiral.
+"No matter. How are you at public speaking?" He glared at her from
+under bushy grey eyebrows.
+"Public speaking? I was hoping for a Sciences post, not diplomatic,
+sir."
+"It will be Sciences that you get. But the position will entail
+some dealing with the press. You will be part of a high profile mission and
+as Sciences it will fall to you to put things in terms even lower life forms
+(such as journalists) will be able to comprehend." He passed across a PADD.
+"Complete briefing is contained in here. You will report to the USS FEYNMAN
+and then be holding a holoconference just after the ship gets going. You
+will continue to hold these conferences once a day for the benefit of the
+press introducing various aspects of the ship and its mission. Any questions?"
+Stunned the Lt. shook her head silently. First the unofficial
+adoption followed by the posting to a press covered mission. She knew this
+would be the chance to make her mark in starfleet but would the mark be a
+smudge or a glowing example for future officers?
+"Then dismissed."
+<<<nrpg>>><br>
+Melanie comes after some confusion and disorder on my part and hers. I
+accept the blame for most of it but I hope _she_ can break the curse of the
+CSciO of the Feynman.
+Melanie, below is the mailing list lacking only your address to make it complete
+"USS FEYNMAN -- LT. Koreth" <psy342@igc.net>, "LT. Tok" <ljk3@cornell.edu>,<br>
+"LT.(jg) Glin'kharr" <edh@oitunix.oit.umass.edu>,<br>
+"EN. Allard" <splatter2@qtm.net>,<br>
+"LT. Jerran" <jbaker@deans2.cas.usf.edu>,<br>
+"LT. Jerran" <jobaker@chuma.cas.usf.edu>,<br>
+"LT. CMDR Maril" <10330...@compuserve.com>,<br>
+VADM Nicholas <mdawe@cln.etc.bc.ca>,<br>
+"LT. Jenn" <sgant@interaccess.com>,<br>
+trek <alt-star...@news.news.demon.net>,<br>
+"CMDR. Zane" <acatteri@freenet.npiec.on.ca><br>
+pockm@deakin.edu.au (Pocknall) I believe will round it out nicely.
+Andy, would you be so kind as to give her the briefing stuff of a few days ago?
+mike--->thanking you all for your patience<br>
+Vice Admiral Azariah Nicholas CINCSILVER<br>
+Captain Christof Fife USS REGENT<br>
+GM USS SARATOGA<br>
+Lt. Cmdr Eskat Eskat USS HERMES<br>
+Lt James Cardiff USS SARATOGA<br>
+<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Getting Familiar</h3>
+<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Michael "Mike" Dailey 7-17-1996</h4>
+SD 80717.2030<br>
+SCENE: Deck 15, Security Office<br>
+Standing to stretch and fighting off a big yawn, J.C. rolled his hard, lumpy chair
+towards the wall opposite the desk. *I wonder if I can requisition a new one, that
+chair's a killer!* His eyes were even starting to get tired. For the past three hours
+J.C. had done some *FEYNMAN homework*, and three hours was enough research for one
+day. Starting with prior mission logs, which proved to be real informative, a sort of
+guidebook how the crew and officers worked and reacted. Then a brief skim over the
+entire crew manifest, jotting down notes on key people (and beings!) he would have to
+meet and/or remember. Finally, a detailed review of the Security/Weapons Department
+roster and everyone's service record. Good bunch, he thought, though very young and a
+little on the green side, with only a few veterans. J.C. would fit in perfectly.
+Sitting on the edge of his desk, J.C. shut off the computer and looked out the
+office doorway to the Asst. Watch Commander's deck. PO/3 Serteiv Ockiji very busy
+logging in the reports and check-ins of Security patrols. At 23 t.s.y., the Andorian was
+only a few years older than himself, but Andorians always seemed more mature that most
+species. *Right up there with the Vulcans, thought J.C.*
+Maybe his 2nd in command was available for a little informal chat. J.C. checked
+the chrono, 2050. *Time does travel faster than light!* "Computer, locate CPO Tamarov".
+<nowiki>*I need to spruce up this office, it's just not me.*</nowiki> Before the computer could respond,
+J.C. looked up to see Alex Tamarov round the doorway, "You called, Sir." The young, tan,
+and rather short CPO stood at-ease in the doorway. "Come in Mr. Tamarov. Have a seat".
+J.C. gestured to the vacant and discarded chair. He seated himself.
+"You're here rather late, Mr. Tamarov." Alex paused for a brief second, "The same
+could be said for you, Sir. I was working in Weapons control, and came up to check in on
+PO/3 Ockiji. I saw your light on the same moment you paged me."
+"Touche, Mr. Tamarov. How are the qualifications going," J.C. asked. He had
+forgotten to check himself, and was generally curious. "May I, Sir," he said, reaching
+for the computer. J.C. spun it toward the CPO, who called up the database. "Looks like
+we're at 82% ship wide, Sir. Guess the Captain's little memo lit some fire under some
+people." He hit a few more keys, "Oops. Looks like the Captain, the XO, Medical, and
+-20 stragglers are all that's left." Hitting a few more keys, Alex swiveled the screen
+to J.C., "Individual scores are eyes-only for you, and of course the Exec and CO. You
+predecessor never bothered to look at them, just transmitted the batch to Personnel
+Command."
+J.C. shut it off again, "That's O.K., I'll check them when we're 100% I'm just
+curious about the ships average, and if anyone scores 100%. They say there's only been 3
+in the past 100 yrs."
+"I just called you to chat a little, but you're free to go Mr. Tamarov. I'm going
+to my quarters to turn in." J.C. got up, heading for the door. "May I walk with you,
+Sir. I'll catch the lift too." "Sure, come on." Exiting the office, they said goodnight
+to the Andorian Watch Officer and headed out of Security for the Lift.
+Once in, the both gave their destinations, "Deck 5" from J.C., "Deck 13" from
+Tamarov. "So Mr. Tamarov, what was going on in Weaps. Control." Tamarov turned, looking
+eager, "Myself an a few of the other Weps. crew were going to brief you after you got,
+umm, more settled-in Sir. We're working on a new prototype photon torpedo. Instead of
+one antimatter containment pod, this new module will contain three. AND, tied in to the
+targeting array, it is programmed to "eject them" at .002 seconds before impact. That
+will prevent a "dud" from a ship that could normally repel the standard torp before
+detonation. No technology can repel raw antimatter."
+"I'm really impressed, Alex." J.C. stopped at the accidental breach of protocol. He
+really shouldn't call his new 2nd by his first name. Bad habit he would have to break.
+J.C. continued quickly, as to cover the slip. "I can't wait to see the actual working
+model."
+"Well, Sir. The only major setback we have is with the new targeting array. It
+seems to interfere with the guidance system, causing it to loose the "lock". We were
+thinking of getting a few of LT. Koreth's best minds to help us work it out, then turn
+it into Starfleet Engineering on behalf of the FEYNMAN crew." The lift stopped AT 13.
+"See you in the morning, Mr. Tamarov." As he exited, "Same to you Sir."
+Submitted,<br>
+Ensign J.C. Allard<br>
+CSO/TAC USS FEYNMAN<br>
+Mike Dailey<br>
+Splatter2@qtm.net
+<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Back (Posts) to the Future</h3>
+<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Joseph Baker 7-18-1996</h4>
+SD: 80718.1538 (GMT)<br>
+Scene: 10 Forward, SLD 4.2200<br>
+LT Jerran and LTJG Cartwright walked through the door of 10 Forward,
+talking about the phaser qualification test. Jerran was obviously
+brooding about something, and Jennifer was trying to tell him it wasn't as
+bad as it seemed as they walked over to where the other senior officers
+had gathered. With a patentedly Vulcan poker face, Jerran handed an
+isolinear chip over to ENS Allard and said, "Your test was quite
+challenging, Ensign. It was a pleasure to take it."
+The new CSO smiled and said, "Why, thank you, sir."
+Krysa smiled over to the FCO and said, "So, Terri, how'd you do."
+The half Bajoran officer tried to suppress a scowl towards the Betazoid as
+his deputy chief FCO answered for him, "He did excelently, ma'am!"
+"Oh, a perfect score, Lieutenant?" Allard asked.
+"No," Jerran said as he crossed his arms defensively and clenched his
+teeth, "I missed one."
+The entire table chuckled at that, except for Allard, who did not want to
+laugh at a senior officers expense, but who eventually succumbed to the
+urge eventually. "Poor Terri," Krysa said. "I guess you'll have to
+settle for a 99.9 percent."
+"For now," Jerran added with a slight grin as he and Jennifer sat down at
+the table, both ordering a raktageno from the ubiquitous Bat.
+<NRPG>
+Just a little back post to finish off the phaser qualification stuff :)
+<pre style="font-weight: bold; background-color: #303030; color: #ccc7e1;">
+****************************************************************************
+* jobaker@chuma.cas.usf.edu       *    jbaker@deans2.cas.usf.edu           *
+****************************************************************************
+* Joseph Baker                                                             *
+* University of South Florida                                              *
+****************************************************************************
+* Daisemi'in rhhaensuriuu            * Of the Chief parts of the           *
+* meillunsiateve                     * Ruling Passion only this            *
+* rh'e Mnhei'sahe yie ahr'en:        * Can be truly said:                  *
+* Mnahe afw'ein qiuu,                * Hate has a reason for everything    *
+* rh'e hweithnaef                    * But love is unreasonable            *
+* mrht Heis'he ehl'ein qiuu          * --Rihannsu Proverb                  *
+****************************************************************************
+</pre>
+<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: The CSciO arrives (late!)</h3>
+<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by
+Melanie Pocknall 7-19-1996</h4>
+SD: 80719.0600<br>
+MD: 1.11.13<br>
+Place: SB EPSILON<br>
+Lt Meleah rushed to the D-warp shuttle after learning that the FEYNMAN had
+already left the SB. On her way she picked up her other belongings and
+Cadence so that she was ready to leave within minutes of leaving the
+Admiral's office.
+It was just her luck that the ship had left the base. Still, being less
+than a day away, she would be able to catch up easily. Stowing everything
+in the D-warp shuttle, she settled herself and Cadence in for the trip. The
+young Ensign flying the shuttle was too afraid of Meleah's imposing presence
+to do much speaking, and the Ensign had never come across an android before.
+Especially one that looked so eerily human.
+After a few hours, they approached the FEYNMAN.
+"USS FEYNMAN, this is the shuttle TIBERIUS. I have a passenger on board for
+you," stated the Ensign.
+[TIBERIUS, this is Cmdr Zane. Is that the new Science Officer?]
+"Yes, it is," replied Meleah. "I am Lt Meleah."
+[Prepare to beam over...]
+"Cmdr, I have a child with me who will need to come aboard also."
+[Understood, Lt.]
+Place: FEYNMAN's bridge
+Cmdr Zane turned to LtCmdr Maril. "Go to transporter room 2 and meet them."
+"Aye, sir."
+Place: Transporter room 2
+As LtCmdr Maril watched, the transporter showed two figures appearing, one
+tall the other quite small. As Meleah materialised and stepped off the
+platform, Maril walked forward to meet her.
+----
+NRPG:
+Hi everyone! It's good to be aboard. I shall try to break this curse on
+the CSciO's. For more info on Meleah and Cadence, see my following NRPG post.
+Max, you can continue on from there. I'm not sure how Tamarians speak.
+Sincerely yours,<br>
+Lt Meleah, CSciO, USS FEYNMAN,<br>
+Silver Fleet.<br>
+Melanie Pocknall.
+<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: NRPG: Hints</h3>
+<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Kristen Gant 7-19-1996</h4>
+> >Melanie.<br>
+><br>
+> Welcome aboard Melanie. Let me say you've boarded the best ship in<br>
+> the fleet <G> (And we have the awards to back it!) Hope you do<br>
+> get a chance to break our CSciO curse...<br>
+><br>
+Yeah, female companionship... Krysa will probably eat this up.... Okay so
+she's an android, not going to bother Krysa :) Welcome Melanie!! So glad to
+meet you :)
+> Oh, and you might want to keep the 'little one' away from<br>
+> Lt. Koreth. Who knows how he might react to the child..... then again....<br>
+Now this could be fun... Probably the kid would get the better part of<br>
+Tarrant anyway... Admit it, he's a teddybear at heart :) :)<br>
+Kristen
+--------------------------------------------------------------------------
+Kristen and Scott Gant<br>
+http://homepage.interaccess.com/~sgant/gant.htm<br>
+--------------------------------------------------------------------------
+<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Passing Time on the Bridge</h3>
+<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Michael "Mike" Dailey 7-19-1996</h4>
+SD: 80719.2020<br>
+SCENE: Bridge<br>
+The bridge seemed quiet with the XO and the Captain gone to meet the new CSciO,
+leaving the Conn. to LT. Jenn. Everyone busy with their individual duties. Only the
+"electronic" sounds of the workstations could be heard. <nowiki>*Wonder what this new Science
+Officer is like... well, at least I'm not the New Kid anymore?*</nowiki>
+J.C. was actually enjoying running these various drill simulations, at LT. Koreth's
+suggestion. This also allowed him to become familiar with the station. He had trained
+many, many hours, but to actually be here. All things considered, working at this
+station seemed to come easy to him.
+J.C. was in the making notes on a boarding drill for his patrol squads, but stopped
+when the incoming subspace toggle went on. J.C. hit acknowledge/receive. It was coded
+for the Captain, but he had to notify the Conn. officer first.
+"LT. Jenn, I have an incoming subspace message for the Captain. It's Captain Krrick,
+USS Saratoga." The LT. spun around, almost a little to hard for the new chair. J.C.
+pretended not to notice.
+"Very well, Ensign. Notify the Captain.", she slowly swiveled back to normal,
+looking slight quizzical at the call. "Allard to Captain Zane.", *Why is my pulse up,
+I'm just delivering a message".
+"Zane here, what is it Ens.?" J.C. gulped. Zane sounded disturbed. "Sir, I have
+Captain Krrick, USS Saratoga on subspace private for you..."
+Submitted<br>
+Ens. J.C. Allard<br>
+COS\TAC USS FEYNMAN<br>
+Mike Dailey<br>
+Splatter2@qtm.net
+NRPG:
+Just a little one to keep going. Andy, here's one of your comrades(?) calling to give
+you hell. Hope it doesn't mess anything up. Just keeping those creative wheels going.
+Mike
+<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Just a few thoughts...</h3>
+<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Kristen Gant 7-19-1996</h4>
+Stardate: 80719.1317<br>
+MD: 1.1445<br>
+Scene: Bridge<br>
+Krysa winked at Jerran as she stood to take the center seat, while one of
+her junior Ops personnel took her station. Jerran rolled his eyes at her
+and chuckled. The two officers enjoyed teasing each other and took every
+opportunity to pull one up on the other. Though anyone could see they each
+had an lasting respect for the other.
+She had to admit that she was very glad to hear it was a CSciO, as she was
+enjoying her added duties helping out Ens. Ryan with her duties. The young
+and inexperienced acting Counselor had become a good friend to the Ops
+officer. She had been there to listen when Krysa was ready to stop playing
+Counselor for herself after Kavan’s death.
+Sally had understood Krysa’s pain, having experienced lots of loss in her
+own life, not the least of which was seeing Krazny in a coma which he
+seemed unable to come out of. Together the two women had comforted each
+other. Krysa knew that Sally didn’t intend on staying with the FEYNMAN. She
+wanted to get back to Epsilon. But since the FEYNMAN needed her she stayed.
+But only until they found a replacement.
+Krysa couldn’t help but hope that they wouldn’t replace her right away. She
+still missed the companionship of her friend Blayne who had transferred to
+another ship when Krysa took over as Ops/2O.
+She was curious about the new science officer. She had heard the female
+voice and was pleased to have another senior staff member who was female.
+She hoped for the chance to get to know her well. One thing she regretted
+was that she hadn’t had the opportunity to get to know the Trill CSO for
+the short time she had been on board.
+Krysa found herself tapping her nails on the arm of the captain’s chair.
+Jerran turned and looked at her, “Nervous up there in that big chair, Lt.”
+She smiled down at him, “Only because your driving, Lt.”
+Regards<br>
+Lt. Krysa Jenn,<br>
+****<br>
+NRPG: I know this is very short, but I wanted a chance to pick on Jerran :) :)
+Kristen
+<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: The CSciO Arrives/Briefing From the Admiral</h3>
+<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by
+Andrew Catterick 7-19-1996</h4>
+SD: 80719.1000<br>
+MD: 1.1412<br>
+Scene: Bridge<br>
+"Captain, sensors just picked up a D-warp shuttle 'dropping' in to
+this sector."
+"Slow to impulse Mr. Jerran."
+"Aye sir." The FCO replied
+Zane spun in his chair 45 degrees to face the FO directly. Of
+course it would have been easier just to turn his head but he was
+determined to utilize the chairs full 'efficiency'.
+Onta chuckled. "You are like Tepoth at the carnival."
+Zane returned the smile. "So what do you think? A SCI or CNS?"
+The FO considered the question. "A science officer would be most
+beneficial at this time but..."
+"...but you don't think the Admiral will trust us with anymore."
+"Sir the shuttle is hailing us."
+"Well I guess we'll know in a moment."
+> "USS FEYNMAN, this is the shuttle TIBERIUS. I have a passenger on board for<br>
+> you," stated the Ensign.<br>
+><br>
+> [TIBERIUS, this is Cmdr Zane. Is that the new Science Officer?]<br>
+><br>
+> "Yes, it is," replied Meleah. "I am Lt Meleah."<br>
+><br>
+> [Prepare to beam over...]<br>
+><br>
+> "Cmdr, I have a child with me who will need to come aboard also."<br>
+><br>
+> [Understood, Lt.]<br>
+><br>
+> Place: FEYNMAN's bridge<br>
+><br>
+> Cmdr Zane turned to LtCmdr Maril. "Go to transporter room 2 and meet them."<br>
+><br>
+> "Aye, sir."<br>
+"The new personnel are on board sir." The CSO announced.
+"Mr. Jerran, resume course and speed."
+"Warp 6, aye sir."
+As the TIBERIUS' pilot indulged himself in a lazy turn to reset
+his jump back to EPSILON, the FEYNMAN's two nacelle's raised themselves
+into position. In a flash both were gone.
+As the turbolift doors closed on the departing Commander Maril,
+Zane rose to stretch his legs. He walked around to the SEC/TAC-Sciences
+section and peered at some of the displays. Allard was busy running
+battle simulations based around some of the pre-programmed evasive
+maneuvers that Jerran had given him. At the science station Ensign Loth
+seemed busy reviewing and cataloguing the information that the DELPHI
+Array was providing of the 'Sack.
+"Any useful information yet Ensign?"
+"No sir." Loth replied curtly his eyes not leaving the display.
+Zane smiled to himself. He had heard about the run-in that Dr. Glin'kharr
+had had with the ASCI. Not surprising that Loth was disappointed he
+didn't get the SCI slot but it was surprising the way he was taking it.
+Of course his fitness report said it all, 'brilliant researcher, no social
+skills, little respect for chain of command'. The new SCI would
+definitly have her hands full with Loth. That was assuming she kept him
+in his current slot. It was more likely that she would choose someone
+else in the department, who was more compatible, to become her assistant.
+"Zane to sickbay."
+[Sickbay, Br. Glin'kharr here.]
+"Good news doctor! Our new SCI just beamed aboard so we won't be
+needing you overseeing the sciences anymore."
+[Thank the stars! Another day having to interact with that....
+'person'... and one of us would have strangled the other.]
+Zane stifled a laugh as Loth visibly stiffened. "Urr...I guess
+we're doubly lucky then," he couldn't resist, "I'd hate to see our CMO
+sitting in the brig. Zane out."
+"Mr. Jerran?"
+"Sir?" Jerran replied, exchanging a quick glance at Lt. Jenn
+beside him. Both knew the Captain was antsy, he hated the time it took to
+get to a patrol area especially when a crucial mission was at hand.
+There was nothing more annoying than an antsy captain who constantly
+bothered then with 'are we there yet' type questions.
+"ETA to the 'sack?"
+Jenn hid a smile from Zane as Jerran answered. "ETA is 63 hours
+minutes."
+"Thank-you lieutenant. Lieutenant Jenn?"
+"Yes captain?" She replied.
+Zane knew that he was getting on their nerves by the slight edge
+in his second officers voice. He hated having nothing to do. He decided
+to spare them and changed the question he had orginally planned on asking.
+"I'll be in my ready-room you have the bridge."
+"Aye sir." She replied relieved.
+<<<NRPG>>>
+Melanie: Ens Loth is currently the assistant SCI and is an NPC played by
+no one specifically, and as you can see has a bit of an attitude
+problem. As I said in the NRPG I sent you its your department
+so you can keep Loth or come up with a new assistant.
+All: I'll send out a post tomorrow morning with us entering the 'Sack.
+Mike D: Thanks for the brief...that answers alot of questions and gets my
+mind wandering....(run for cover;>)
+Respectfully,<br>
+Andy<br>
+-LT.CMDR Tarsa Rogers, Unassigned<br>
+-CMDR Zane, Commanding Officer, USS FEYNMAN<br>
+-CMDR Nigel Straun, TACFLEET Liason Officer, INDIGO 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: In We Go!</h3>
+<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by
+Andrew Catterick 7-20-1996</h4>
+SD: 80720.0730<br>
+MD: 4.0600<br>
+Scene: Bridge<br>
+Zane entered the bridge with great anticipation. Three days of
+monotonous travel had taken its toll and he was thankful they had finally
+arrived. He noticed that all the senior officers who had ALPHA watch were
+already at their stations. It seemed they too were looking forward to the
+next FEYNMAN adventure.
+"We're approaching the Coalsack's perimeter." The FCO told him.
+"Slow to impulse. And hold at 10,000km."
+"Aye sir." Jerran replied.
+"What's behind there, lieLutenant?"
+"Sensors are having trouble penetrating the 'wall'." The OPS
+officer replied as her fingers flew across her board.
+"Lt Meleah?" Zane asked.
+"One moment sir." The new SCI, sitting at the bridge science
+station began to fine tune the DELPHI Array. She had expected such a
+problem and had already completed modifications.
+"Begining to receive some information now sir...." As Jenn began
+to relay the information to the rest of the bridge, Zane pulled up her
+diosplays on his arm console. It didn't look very inviting.
+"Bridge to engineering."
+[Koreth here.]
+"Mr. Koreth are the two communication relay pods ready for
+launch?"
+[Yes sir. We're locked and loaded.]
+After the briefing the Admiral had sent out they had taken some
+extra precautions one of which was to adjust two probes to become enhanced
+communications relays. It had been decided that the FEYNMAN, on its
+own would most likely lose contact with EPSILON after entering the sack
+and that these two probes would, hopefully, allieviate this. The first
+would be deployed here, just outside the sack and was essentially a
+standard communications relay. The second would be deployed just inside
+the sack. When discussing the idea the new SCI had suggested that the
+storms and their resulting currents and eddies would most likely send the
+relay thousands of kilometres away from its intended station thus negating
+its effects. As a solution, Lt. Koreth had, with a little improvisation,
+attached a small computer and engine to the probe which would keep it with
+km of its desired position.
+"Ensign Allard deploy probe 1."
+"Probe one away."
+"Put me on ship wide Ensign."
+"Aye sir."
+"Attention all hands, this is the Captain. In a few moments we
+will be entering the Coalsack. As I'm sure you are all aware it is a most
+uninviting place. While the FEYNMAN is well suited to this environment we
+can expect to be jostled around somewhat, especially upon entry. So grab
+something solid and hold on. See you on the other side. Zane out." He
+turned to face Maril. "Here we go."
+"Raise shields and go to yellow alert." The first officer
+ordered.
+"Mr. Jerran take us in 1/4 impulse."
+______________________________________________<br>
+Scene: Bridge, USS PHOENIX<br>
+"We've just received word from TYPHOON sir, FEYNMAN has
+just entered the 'sack at position L-357."
+"Helm set course for the TYPHOON, warp 1. Signal the ARGONAUT and
+the ROLLING THUNDER to join us there."
+"Sensors have picked up a small probe left just outside the
+'sack."
+"A communications relay?" Tremaine asked.
+"Think so." His exec replied.
+"Can we access it?"
+"Already working on it."
+"Excellent." He leaned back in his chair smiling. Everything was
+proceeding to plan. In a few days they would have the information they
+needed and in a few days more they'd be heroes. Pity that the FEYNMAN
+might have to be 'removed'. The thought of firing on Starfleet officers
+was not a pleasant one. Still, it was officers like them, so officious
+and rigid that had put him and his crew in the position they were now in.
+But not for long. His sources at Starfleet Command had told him that 5
+new ships were being readied for launch. He meant to have one.
+<<<NRPG>>>
+Well let this wooden writing be a lesson to those of you who get up early
+and try to be creative before coffee. Knew a few people going to the
+Olympics and I was silly enough to stay up and watch the opening
+ceremonies in the hopes of seeing them...my wife saw one.
+Melanie/Mike Dailey: Please note mission dates. The last few before this
+one took place on or about MD:1.1400. This one is MD:4.0600, almost 3
+days later. So we can assume that nothing of major import happened during
+that time. However, any backposts such as Maril meeting Meleah would now
+be out of sinc so the MD tells us right away where the post fits in to the
+greater story-line. (Am I helping or confusing...I can smell the coffee
+its almost done!)
+Mike Dailey:I received a NRPG from you saying Here is my security
+rostor...but there was no security roster!
+The SHADOW Fleet: USS PHOENIX -SOLAR Class Capt. Tremaine<br>
+USS ARGONAUT -AGAMEMNON Class<br>
+USS TYPHOON -STORM Class<br>
+USS ROLLING THUNDER-Storm Class<br>
+All: Ok were here lets get to work!
+Respectfully,<br>
+Andy<br>
+-LT.CMDR Tarsa Rogers, Unassigned<br>
+-CMDR Zane, Commanding Officer, USS FEYNMAN<br>
+-CMDR Nigel Straun, TACFLEET Liason Officer, INDIGO 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: Before Entering</h3>
+<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Max Felsher 7-21-1996</h4>
+Meleah, sir," the android replied.
+"Very well, Lieutenant Meleah. I would like to welcome you to the Feynman. We will probably need your skills very much on this mission. Once you get settled in, I would like you to report to my office at 1700 hours."
+"Understood, sir."
+"Dismissed."
+MD 1.1430 Bridge
+Maril arrived back on the Bridge, noticing that Commander Zane had left. He also noticed that Lieutenants Jenn and Jerran were teasing each other, and so(partially because he was in a good mood and partially because he couldn't have Jenn sitting in the new chair while he just stood there), he interrupted them.
+"Ahh, I see you two are having a good time." Jenn looked up, and Jerran quickly started to study his console, with a glance to Jenn that seemed to say, 'Boy, are you gonna get it.'
+"Oh, hello, Commander," Jenn greeted him. "Would you mind telling us who our new Chief Science Officer is?"
+"I think you'll meet her soon enough."
+"Oh, come on, Commander."
+"No, Lieutenant, I am not telling you who she is, and I suggest you get back to your station." Jenn did sit back down at her station, but she added, "So, it's a female." Maril could have kicked himself for saying "she" and "her", but he just grinned.
+"Yes, she is." "Fine." <<<<NRPG:Ha, ha, ha, now I'm sitting in the new chair. Yes, Kristen, I know you thought you would have it forever, but being FO does have its perks(now Zane's gonna come and take the chair from Maril and Andy will note that being CO has even more perks<g>)
+MD 1.1700 First Officer's Office
+As Maril looked over some information on the Coalsack, he heard the office's "doorbell".
+"Enter," he commanded. Lieutenant Meleah walked through the doorway, then stood stiffly at attention in front of Maril's desk.
+"At ease, Lieutenant. Please, sit down." The android accepted the chair silently, and waited while Maril cleared his throat before he spoke.
+"Well, Lieutenant, you are coming at a very opportune time. Our mission is to map the Coalsack, especially the many pirate bases in there. The DELPHI array, unlike most sensor arrays, can cut through the interference. However, it is still inhibited by it, and we will need up-to-the-minute reports. As you may know, the Coalsack is fraught with dangers, and we will need to avoid these as best we can. All of this, as well as the normal duties of the Chief Science Officer, will be part of your job. I would think it rather daunting."
+"You may want to make modifications to the array, which of course you may do, with the authorization of the Captain and myself. Also, if you have any suggestions in preparing for the Coalsack, do not hesitate to talk to the Captain. We must be ready for anything."
+"Understood, sir," Meleah affirmed.
+"Good. Now, you may choose a new ASciO, or any other member of your staff, although your choices are basically limited to this ship, since we have left Starbase already. Your quarters are in room 0541. I suggest you make all of your changes soon, because, in less than two days, we are heading into the Coalsack. Oh, one more thing, Lieutenant. I was a Chief Science Officer before I rose to FO. I do know how it feels," Maril smiled.
+"Dismissed."
+MD 4.0600
+Engineering Warrant Officer Samuel Redaso, a new officer just transferred from Epsilon, stood at a console, looking at the Feynman's emission outputs. They were rather low, though not undetectable. On his service record, everything before his assignment to Epsilon had been listed as *CLASSIFIED*. Everyone had just assumed that he had been on some intelligence mission before. Although he did have some experience in intelligence work, that wasn't why the record was classified. The classification had been made because WO Redaso had been in GREY Fleet before SILVER, and obviously they didn't want the Feynman knowing about that fact. Having known that a communications buoy would be dropped right outside the Coalsack, he had made some modifications. He knew that his GREY Fleet compatriots would want to destroy the buoy, but he had left a coded message in the buoy. He hoped it would convince them to not destroy the buoy. In his message, he pointed out that they would not only be able to tell what was happening to the Feynman, but they would also be able to read his encoded messages embedded in the Feynman communications. Redaso smiled. He had of course relayed the fact that there would be a double shield on the Feynman, but now he would also be able to tell them the new shield frequency. Redaso grinned inward. They didn't even know....
+The sun has met the sea, <br>
+Lt. Commander Onta Maril, <br>
+First Officer, USS Feynman, <br>
+aka Max Felsher <br>
+NRPG: Ooh, more ominous spy stuff, except now we know who it is. However, I don't think we should kill him yet. That would be too easy. :)
+Ted: I still haven't gotten anything on the Helm section of the BrOT from you. :(
+Joseph: I was wondering if you have any NPC's you're not fond of. <G> I think Redaso's the kind of person who would get an accomplice(so he could blame someone else), and Flight Control and Engineering would be a good match of departments.
+<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Just Before Entering the Sack</h3>
+<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by
+Melanie Pocknall 7-22-1996</h4>
+SD: 80722.0600<br>
+MD: 4.0608<br>
+Place: Bridge (just before entering the sack)<br>
+Lt. Meleah watched out the viewscreen while they entered the 'Sack.
+She was curious as to what they would find in there, at the same time as
+hoping that her science staff were getting along with each other. During
+one second, she remembered her meeting with Ens Loth, who appeared to have a
+chip on his shoulder about something. He was currently seething about
+Meleah starting her shift early because of the early time going into the
+'Sack. He had been very nearly openly hostile towards Meleah, as had been
+evident by his words.
+"An android is replacing me!" he had said with disgust. "I
+don't see why, I'm perfectly capable of doing the job."
+"I do not doubt that you cannot do the job. But I have more
+experience in the science field than you do."
+"That remains to be seen," Loth said snidely. "What are you
+doing about the roster?"
+"I have checked over every crew member's record and decided to
+make a few changes. Lt(jg) Swanson is shown to be better
+qualified to have the position of ASCI. You have the option
+of being the XO for any of the shifts or the CO for GAMMA shift."
+"You're joking!" Loth exclaimed.
+"No, I am not."
+"Well, I'm not working with you, that's for sure. Nor am I
+working with Swansen. So I suppose I'll take the GAMMA shift,"
+he said grudgingly. "Who'll the XO be?"
+"MCPO Richards," Meleah stated without even consulting the
+computer.
+"Hmph," was all Loth said to that.
+Meleah had found Loth to be fairly disagreeable unlike her new ASCI
+who should have probably been a counselor. Nali Swansen had a knack for
+getting along with people, and Meleah had decided that she would make a good
+assistant, especially with the reports she had been doing each day. Right
+now, Nali was working with some engineers on the DELPHI array, just in case
+a subspace bubble needed to be initiated to protect the ship from any
+damaging warp bubbles. Meleah had read a few weeks ago about a mission
+which the USS GAUSS had undertaken into a similiar coal-sack, and the
+technique initiated by the XO and CEO to prevent structural damage. There
+was no way Meleah was going to be under-prepared for this.
+Unlike her job as press agent. The press had had a field day when
+they found out who was the SCI, and had asked her questions to which they
+expectedan answer to because they thought that an android couldn't lie.
+They were right about that, but they didn't know that Meleah had been told
+which sort of questions to avoid so the press hadn't got any 'dirt' yet.
+All of this Meleah reviewed in one second. Part of her was still
+concentrating on the readings showing up on her console. For another
+second, Meleah reviewed the meeting with Ens Allard about the phaser drill
+test. He had sort of seemed pleased with her keeping her qualifications up,
+but had seemed surprised that she had gotten 100%, one of the few to do so.
+He had thought, what else would you expect from an android, but he hadn't
+said anything.
+Meleah also remembered her first meeting with the rest of the staff.
+Lt Jenn had seemed pleased to see another female as part of the senior
+staff, and although Meleah has only basic emotions and not always good
+character judgement, she thought that Krysa could become a good friend. Lt
+Jerral had seemed a little hostile, and until Meleah was quietly told that
+she had beaten his score on the phaser test, she did not know why the
+Lieutenant might be feeling that way.
+The FEYNMAN was now a couple of seconds closer to the 'Sack. Meleah
+hoped that Crysta, a part Bajoran, part Betazoid physics specialist who
+looked after the child during ALPHA shift, had Cadence strapped in for the
+trip. She had found the child to be an expert in escaping whichever room
+she was in, and yesterday, had to pry her away from engineering where Ens
+Jared had not been too pleased with a small child trying to investigate the
+warp core.
+The ship was now only a few seconds away from entering the 'Sack.
+Meleah held onto the console with one hand while the other continued to
+record information from the sensors.
+<<SNIP>>
+MD: 4.0612
+The crew on the bridge watched as the shuttles were launched and
+proceeded to their designated positions. After a few minutes, Zane asked
+Lt. Jenn whether the readings were any better.
+"Yes, sir. The gas and dust is not providing us with much
+interference any more."
+----
+NRPG:
+(I couldn't think of anything else to add!)
+Just giving everyone an insight into how Meleah works. I figured a back
+post would put people out of sync with the rest of the story, so I
+incorporated it into the current post, the first part of which is set just
+before Joseph's post.
+BTW: Lt(jg) Nali Swansen is the new ASCI, with Ens Loth (does he have a
+first name?) relegated to 2SCI. Swansen will be a registered NPC, as will
+MCPO Calab Crysta (female Bjrn/Btzd) who is in the physics science
+department in BETA shift, and Cadence's babysitter in ALPHA shift.
+Joseph: I hope Meleah getting 100% won't put Jerral's nose out of joint.
+Kristen: We might try to see how Meleah and Krysa get along <G>.
+Sincerely yours,<br>
+Lt. Meleah, SCI, USS FEYNMAN, Silver Fleet.<br>
+Melanie Pocknall.
+<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Once More Into the Breech, Old Friends...</h3>
+<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Joseph Baker 7-21-1996</h4>
+SD: 80721.2243<br>
+MD: 4.0610<br>
+The ship shuddered violently as Jerran eased her in at one quarter impulse
+power. The main viewscreen flickered with static, worsening as they went
+in deeper into the thick gas and dust of the Coalsack.
+"LT Jenn, can you clear that up some?" the Captain said as he leaned
+forward unconsciously, squinting at the screen.
+"Trying, sir," she said as her hands raced over the OPS board, a puzzled
+look on her face. The ship shook slightly as it was hit by a small
+gravitational eddy as Jenn shook her head and said, "That's as good as it
+gets, sir. The gas and dust create some very massive static electricity
+jolts which wreak havoc with our visual sensors."
+"My tactical sensors aren't faring any better, sir," Allard said from the
+security console. "I'm trying to tap into the DELPHI array to enhance the
+scans."
+"Navigational sensors?" the CO said as he and everyone else on the bridge
+glanced over at the FCO.
+Jerran raised an eyebrow as he casually flew the ship through the 'Sack
+and said, "My sensors are being effected in a similar manner, but I am
+able to navigate us safely around any obstacles."
+"Of course," the Captain said, expecting no other answer from the Vulcan.
+"Sir, I would like to make a suggestion to enhance our sensor
+capabilities, however."
+"Yes, Mr. Jerran?"
+"The shuttlecraft, sir. When the NOGURA II arrived from EPSILON, it was
+loaded with a cargo section full of extra sensor equipment specifically
+for shuttles. They are nowhere near as good as the DELPHI, but I believe
+that we could slave rig the shuttles sensors together to act as relays for
+the DELPHI array. Flying in a standard diamond formation around
+the FEYNMAN we could theoretically cover twice the volume of the DELPHI
+alone. In addition, once the DELPHI finds something of interest, we can
+send in one of the shuttles to investigate it closer while the FEYNMAN
+and the other shuttles continue on their way."
+Commander Zane nodded and said, "Fascinating, Lieutenant. How long till
+the shuttles are ready to launch?"
+Jerran smiled slightly and said, "Five minutes, sir. I had them at ready
+five just in case we might need them."
+Zane chuckled and said, "The day you're not one step ahead of the program,
+Mr. Jerran, will be the day LT Jenn is sitting in your chair."
+"Prophets forbid, sir," Jerran said with a wink to the second officer as
+he typed in the launch commands to the shuttlebay.
+<NRPG>
+Andy: Loved how you sent us ahead three days like that. Makes up for that
+day which seemed like an eternity on our last mission ;) I do see this
+one as being a rather long mission, MD wise. We've got a lot of dust and
+gas to scan :)
+<pre style="font-weight: bold; background-color: #303030; color: #ccc7e1;">
+****************************************************************************
+* jobaker@chuma.cas.usf.edu       *    jbaker@deans2.cas.usf.edu           *
+****************************************************************************
+* Joseph Baker                                                             *
+* University of South Florida                                              *
+****************************************************************************
+* Daisemi'in rhhaensuriuu            * Of the Chief parts of the           *
+* meillunsiateve                     * Ruling Passion only this            *
+* rh'e Mnhei'sahe yie ahr'en:        * Can be truly said:                  *
+* Mnahe afw'ein qiuu,                * Hate has a reason for everything    *
+* rh'e hweithnaef                    * But love is unreasonable            *
+* mrht Heis'he ehl'ein qiuu          * --Rihannsu Proverb                  *
+****************************************************************************
+</pre>
+<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: "They're Destroying Our Ship!"</h3>
+<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Kristen Gant 7-22-1996</h4>
+Stardate: 80722.1218<br>
+Scene: Bridge<br>
+MD: 4.0800<br>
+Lt. Jenn was pleased to see that things were going smoothly with Lt.
+Jerran’s plan for supplementing the Delphi Array to help clear up the
+static. It made things easier on her part. She was able to track any
+strange readings much easier. However, this was the ‘sack and so she was
+still on edge.
+She became even more tense when she saw the hail come in.
+“Sir,” she said turning to Zane, “We are being hailed. It’s Captain
+Tremaine of the USS Phoenix.”
+Zane cringed visibly, then put on his best diplomatic face and looked at
+Krysa, “Screen on, Lt.”
+“Aye, sir.”
+<*Commander* Zane. May I say what a pleasure it is to see you again.> Krysa
+could feel the Captain’s distaste for the man on the view screen, and new
+that the way Tremaine had stressed his rank, really grated on Zane. But she
+was proud of him as he acted as though the jibe had not been noticed at
+all.
+“Captain Tremaine, it’s surprising how we keep running into each other.”
+<Indeed, Commander. Seems the FEYNMAN just keeps getting in our way.>
+Tremaine smiled, <But that shall not happen again. You see, you are now on
+my turf.>
+“Captain? Are you threatening my ship?”
+<I’m doing much more then that,> the haughty smile never left Tremaine’s
+lips as he spoke. <I’m going to destroy you and save the day.>
+“Really?” said Zane calmly. A smile crept across his face, “I don’t think
+you’ll have an easy time of that.”
+<You don’t? Well perhaps this will change your mind.> He motioned off to
+the side of him.
+Jenn’s eyes flew open wide, “Sir, our shield’s just went down.”
+Zane turned his eyes on, her and she nodded slightly while still trying to
+figure out what was going on. Zane turned back to the new CSO, “Mr.
+Allard?”
+J.C.’s hand would working his controls as fast as they could. “Sir, they
+have our frequency codes!”
+<Goodbye *Commander*> the screen went blank.
+“They are powering up their weapons!” Jenn shouted.
+“Evasive maneuvers, Mr. Jerran!” came the Captain’s order.
+As Lt. Jerran went into action they all braced for the impact they new was
+coming. When it did the ship shook, almost knocking Krysa out of her chair.
+“Damage, Mr. Koroth!” yelled Zane over the klaxons.
+<We have a hull breech on decks 10-13, evacuating right now. The warp core
+is off-line.>
+“Sir, their preparing to fire again!” shouted Jenn.
+<Sir, I have been working on something that might help.>
+“Anything, Mr. Koroth,” Zane told him, “Just make it quick!”
+Regards,<br>
+Lt. Krysa Jenn.<br>
+***
+NRPG: Hmmm, will there still be a FEYNMAN after this mission :):):)
+Jason, I though perhaps now would be a good time to see if your plan worksv :)
+Kristen
+<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Enemies On All Fronts</h3>
+<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by
+Andrew Catterick 7-22-1996</h4>
+SD: 80722.1015<br>
+MD: 4.14:30<br>
+Scene: Bridge<br>
+> A collective gasp went over the bridge as everyone understood the full<br>
+> ramifications of the situation. "What's left?" the commander asked.<br>
+><br>
+> "I've still got the thrust vectors from the impulse drive to work with,<br>
+> but that's not going to give us enough maneuverability to dodge the<br>
+> gravimetric fields, let alone dodge the phaser blasts." As if to<br>
+> accentuate the FCO's statement, another phaser blast rocked the ship.<br>
+><br>
+> <Engineering to bridge. That last blast nocked out the port impulse<br>
+> drive. Attempting to compensate with the starboard.><br>
+><br>
+> "Damn," Jerran said under his breath as he tried to maneuver away from a<br>
+> thick area of gas. With the port drive ouit, that meant he would have<br>
+> less room to maneuver, as the starboard drives vecotred nozzle would have<br>
+"Mr. Allard target that tractor beam and fire everything we've got!" Maril ordered.
+"Firing!"
+"Helm, reduce engines, we're not going anywhere as long as she's
+got a hold of us. Be ready to move the second the beam goes down."
+Zane raced through the options in his mind, their were precious
+few. Their only hope was to break free of the tractor-beam and escape
+deeper into the 'sack where the larger ship couldn't follow.
+"The PHOENIX's tractor-beam is fluctuating!" Krysa announced
+"Can we break free?" Maril demanded.
+"Not yet sir." Jerran answered
+"Keep it up Mr. Allard."
+__________________________________<br>
+Scene:Bridge, USS PHOENIX<br>
+Tremaine smiled as the ship bucked from the FEYNMAN's attack. It
+was useless but he gave them credit for trying.
+"Captain a few precise phaser shots and we can take out their aft
+weapons" The executive officer frowned, he had counselled waiting for
+their three companions before they attacked but Tremaine had not listened.
+"No, they can't break free and I don't want to chance loosing
+them. We need the ship to explore the sack and plan our attack.
+Besides...." Tremaine was thrown from his seat as the ships's port side
+received a vicious salvo of disruptor fire.
+"Report!" Tremaine screamed.
+"Seven small craft have entered the sector they are concentrating
+their attack on us."
+"On screen. Xanthandi!" The FO exclaimed.
+"Evasive maneovers, return fire." Tremaine ordered, furious.
+"We can't! Not enough power for weapons, shields and the tractor
+beam." he reminded the captain.
+"How long til the ARGO arrives?"
+"Two minutes, maybe 90 seconds."
+"Damn! Drop tractor but keep a lock on the FEYNMAN. Get those
+ships out of my sky."
+___________________<br>
+SCENE: Bridge, USS FEYNMAN<br>
+With a jolt the ship was free.
+"We've been released!" Krysa announced triumphantly
+Zane had already chosen a place to hide. "Helm, come to course
+mark 23. Best speed. Once were in that pocket, full stop and shut
+down everything. Good work Mr. Allard!"
+"It wasn't me sir. Ships that the computer has identified as
+Xanthandi heavy fighters attacked the PHOENIX. They dropped the tractor
+beam."
+"Ensign, sound general quarters, intruder alert. Seal off
+engineering and find me that saboteur."
+"Zane to Engineering."
+[Engineering, Lt. Koreth here. Captain we've taken alot of damage
+but most of it isn't critical. They were obviously trying to cripple, not
+destroy.]
+"How long?" Zane asked as he simultaneously listened to the
+reports around him.
+[18 hours...maybe 14 if you can keep things quiet.]
+"No promises but I'll do my best. Can you switch to a secure
+line?"
+[One moment.] A pause as Koreth headed to the security of his
+office. He had a good idea what this was about. [I'm secure.]
+"Its unlikely that all those failures were coincidence. It looks
+like we have a sabotuer aboard. Probably in engineering."
+[Agreed.] The Klingon growled, his mind going over the fitness
+reports of the new engineering crew they had taken on at EPSILON. [He
+will not remain hidden.]
+"I don't have to tell you its a priority. Keep me informed on the
+repairs. Zane out."
+"How about it Mr. Jerran?"
+"90 seconds until the cloud."
+"Are we being followed?"
+"No sir." Allard replied. "The PHOENIX and the Xanthandi are
+quite busy with each other."
+"Did the shuttles survive?" Zane asked
+"There not on the sensors." Krysa replied. "But I haven't found
+any debris either. Continuing scanning."
+"Well let's hope they're alright and they'll be able to find us."
+"Mr. Allard send a a short communication burst to EPSILON
+apprising them of our situation."
+"Aye sir...We've got shields...47%!"
+"Thank-you Mr. Koreth!"
+Zane turned to his FO. "The Xanthandi, this close to the
+perimeter?"
+"The Armies of Holteri at the Gates." He replied grimly
+<<<NRPG>>>
+Just a note about the PHOENIX's power problem....the four GREY Fleet ships
+were put their because they had some major deficiencies which left them
+unable to be commissioned.
+Respectfully,<br>
+Andy<br>
+-LT.CMDR Tarsa Rogers, Unassigned<br>
+-CMDR Zane, Commanding Officer, USS FEYNMAN<br>
+-CMDR Nigel Straun, TACFLEET Liason Officer, INDIGO 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: Picking Up the Pieces...</h3>
+<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Joseph Baker 7-22-1996</h4>
+SD: 80722.2225 (GMT)<br>
+MD: 4.1200<br>
+Scene: Deck 7, Impulse Drive<br>
+"Hand me that hydro spanner, would you, Mendorn?" Jerran said, his upper
+half sticking up into an access port on the impulse reactor with a hand
+out for the tool.
+"Of course, LT," the Benzite pilot said as he took a breath from the
+breather at his chest and handed the FCO the tool. He then walked over to
+the access to the impulse drive's subspace driver coil and began working
+on it.
+"I'm glad that we had this opportunity to work together again, Mendorn, I
+just wish that the Prophets had seen fit to place us under better
+circumstances for your first mission."
+"Indeed, sir," Mendorn said softly as he closed off the panel and walked
+to a nearby control console. "However, I'm sure that we will make it
+through this one."
+Jerran nodded with a smile as he slid out of the reactor, a smudge of dark
+greese on the side of his face. "Of that, I have no doubt, Ensign. Now,
+let's see if we can turn this back on."
+The FCO walked over to the control console and began manipulating the
+controls to start up the reactor. A loud humm began to fill the room as
+the reactor's laser fusion initiation system began firing at the slush
+deuterium as it was injected into the reactor.
+"Reactor power output to 10 percent and rising, LT."
+"Good, Mendorn. Keep an eye on the internal pressure. If we have a
+spike, this whole deck could go."
+"Aye, sir. Reactor power at 30 percent and rising. Internal pressure
+holding steady." Mendorn took a deep breath from his artificial
+atmosphere and said, "Sir, can I ask you a question?"
+"Of course," Jerran said absentmindedly as he concentrated on the reactor.
+"Lieutenant Cartwright, she's someone special to you, no?"
+Jerran smiled slightly and said, "Yes, she's someone very special to me."
+"Then not knowing where she is must be very hard for you, then, sir. I
+must say that your Vulcan emotional controls have much improved since your
+days at the academy."
+Jerran nodded as he glanced at the Benzite and said, "She and I have been
+performing extensive mind melds ever since we first started our
+relationship. Because of that, even though she is off the ship, I still
+sense her. It's true that I don't know exactly where she is, but I know
+she is out there, and I'm sure she knows I'm still here."
+Mendorn nodded as he looked back down at his console, "Reactor output at
+percent and rising steadily. Internal pressure is nominal."
+Jerran brought the reactor up to a hundred percent slowly, and then sent
+the output plasma through the impulse drive system. "Everything looks
+fine here."
+"Yes, sir. What do we need to work on next?"
+"Thruster system. I told Allard to keep his security teams away from that
+because I wanted to take a look at it personally. And, I want only you
+and I on this, because I think that whoever sabotaged them might have been
+in my own department."
+"He's a flight controller, sir? Do you know who he could be?"
+"Not yet, but I do have a few posibilities."
+The two officers left the impulse drive system working almost as good as
+new as they went to work on the thrusters.
+<NRPG>
+BTW, there're five people out in the shuttles, Cartwright, Dunnon,
+Harkone, Sirana, and Alera.
+<pre style="font-weight: bold; background-color: #303030; color: #ccc7e1;">
+****************************************************************************
+* jobaker@chuma.cas.usf.edu       *    jbaker@deans2.cas.usf.edu           *
+****************************************************************************
+* Joseph Baker                                                             *
+* University of South Florida                                              *
+****************************************************************************
+* Daisemi'in rhhaensuriuu            * Of the Chief parts of the           *
+* meillunsiateve                     * Ruling Passion only this            *
+* rh'e Mnhei'sahe yie ahr'en:        * Can be truly said:                  *
+* Mnahe afw'ein qiuu,                * Hate has a reason for everything    *
+* rh'e hweithnaef                    * But love is unreasonable            *
+* mrht Heis'he ehl'ein qiuu          * --Rihannsu Proverb                  *
+****************************************************************************
+</pre>
+<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Silent Running</h3>
+<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Joseph Baker 7-23-1996</h4>
+SD: 80723.1827<br>
+MD: 4.1300<br>
+Scene: USS NOGURA II, Outskirts of Coalsack<br>
+Five hours after the PHOENIX attacked the FEYNMAN, the five wayward
+shuttles had finally met up with each other near the outer comm bouy. The
+crewmembers had beamed over to the runabout to meet with LTJG Cartwright
+and to discuss their options. Jennifer Cartwright looked out the rear
+window in the small aft compartment of the ship where the group had
+gathered around the table.
+"Last I saw," Midshipman Sirana said, "was the FEYNMAN taking a bad shot
+to the portside impulse drive."
+Jennifer noodded and said, "Yeah, and then the PHOENIX tried to pull it in
+with a tractor beam, which was interrupted by the Xanthandi raiders."
+"So," CWO Dunnon interjected, "It's proabbbly safe to assume the FEYNMAN
+is still out there somewhere."
+The lieutenant nodded and said, "Probably, and if she's as badly damaged
+as it looked like, she's probably gone to silent running, in which case we
+wouldn't be able to find her even with our sensors at full active in this
+mess. I would think it also prudent to assume at this time that the
+PHOENIX probably survived the Xanthandi attack as well, so we probably
+shouldn't tip our hand to them just yet."
+"So, our best bet would probably to be just to wait here until the
+FEYNMAN sends out a transmission directed towards the buoy, and then we
+can home in on them with that."
+[Lieutenant Cartwright], came the voice of the science officer sitting up
+in the control compartment of the runabout over the comm. [I've just
+picked up a signal from the FEYNMAN directed to EPSILON. I have a
+bearing.]
+"Excellent, everyone to your ships."
+[Sir, I've also picked up a small ship entering the 'Sack. It's a
+Starfleet D-Warp shuttle.]
+"Damn," she said as she walked through the door to the front compartment
+with the resst of the pilots, some of which began to beam out to their
+shuttles on the runabouts small, two person transporter. "Who would be
+foolhardy enough to bring a D-Warp shuttle out to find us in this mess?"
+she said as she sat down at the pilot's console.
+"transponder checks out OK, sir. She's sending out hails on all
+frequencies for the FEYNMAN."
+"We'd better stop her from doing that before they attract all of Grey and
+the Xanthandi fleets. This is the runabout NOGURA II calling the Eqpsilon
+D-Warp shuttle. You are entering a hostile area. Please state yor
+business here."
+[This is the Galileo. We've been directed to deliver a passenger to the
+USS FEYNMAN.]
+"You are directed to hold position, Galileo. We will beam the passenger
+onboard and take him to the FEYNMAN, and you will return immediately to
+EPSILON at full speed. Please download the latest logs from the comm buoy
+you passed as you entered the 'Sack, and deliver them to ADM Nicholas."
+[Affirmative, NOGURAA. Passenger is ready to beam over.]
+Jennifer nodded to the science officer in the copilot seat, who got up and
+acivated the transporter. A female Bajoran officer in a blue uniform
+shimmered into view on the transporter pad as Jennifer sent the signal to
+the other shuttles to follow her deeper into the 'Sack.
+<NRPG>
+Donna, feel free to write anything you want about the arrival onto the
+runabout and the trip to the FEYNMAN. If you feel like getting attacked
+by Xanthandi fighters, that's fine by me, just don't get Jennifer killed,
+as she's one of my protected NPC's ;) The science officer, however, is
+just a hapless extra, and is just dying to get killed ;) <Isert
+Cryptkeeper laugh here> Also, try not to loose any of the shuttles along
+the way back. We lost four on the last mission, and this is coming out
+of the FCO's paycheck ;)
+<Back to RPG><br>
+Scene: USS FEYNMAN, Bridge<br>
+MD: 4.1500<br>
+"How'd the thruster repairs go, Lieutenant?" CMDR Maril asked LT Jerran as
+he walked off the turbolift towards the flight control console.
+"Rather well, sir. There was no physical damage to the thruster hardware
+itself. The sabotage was mainly relegated to teh computer software."
+"Good, then they should be operating normally."
+"Better than so, I'd say, sir," Jerran said as he typed a few commands
+into the console. "I made a minor modification to the thruster system,
+adding some subspace driver coils to them. We don't get as much physical
+thrust fromthe system as before, but with the mass reduction factor
+induced by the coils, we have a twenty five percent faster turning rate
+than before on all axes."
+Krysa chuckled from under her console where she was making some minor
+repairs and said, "Just don't tell Tarrant about the repairs, or he'll
+think you're invading his territory."
+Jerran raised an upswept eyebrow and said, "I dont look at it as an
+invasion per se. More like trying to make up for my lack of compassion
+when I blew out all his SIF and IDF relays during that maneuver I did back
+at the ring."
+<pre style="font-weight: bold; background-color: #303030; color: #ccc7e1;">
+****************************************************************************
+* jobaker@chuma.cas.usf.edu       *    jbaker@deans2.cas.usf.edu           *
+****************************************************************************
+* Joseph Baker                                                             *
+* University of South Florida                                              *
+****************************************************************************
+* Daisemi'in rhhaensuriuu            * Of the Chief parts of the           *
+* meillunsiateve                     * Ruling Passion only this            *
+* rh'e Mnhei'sahe yie ahr'en:        * Can be truly said:                  *
+* Mnahe afw'ein qiuu,                * Hate has a reason for everything    *
+* rh'e hweithnaef                    * But love is unreasonable            *
+* mrht Heis'he ehl'ein qiuu          * --Rihannsu Proverb                  *
+****************************************************************************
+</pre>
+<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: What the Eye Sees</h3>
+<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Kristen Gant 7-23-1996</h4>
+Stardate: 80723.2130<br>
+Scene: Bridge<br>
+MD: 4.1500<br>
+Now that the saboteur was incarcerated, and repairs were underway, Krysa
+stepped up to the Captain’s chair.
+“I find it interesting that the Phoenix was willing to blatantly tell us
+they were planing to destroy us.” Krysa said.
+Zane nodded, “I’ve been thinking the same thing myself.”
+“I think they were most likely expecting help, which for one reason or
+another never came.”
+“Maybe the Xanthandi raiders scared them off.” Zane hypothesized.
+“It’s possible.” Krysa said hesitantly.
+“You don’t think so?”
+“Well, we’re talking about Grey fleet officers who definitely are looking
+for a way back into the main fleet. There is most likely some dissension in
+the ranks. Possibly between Captain’s of the various ships.”
+“So we’re fighting a split army.”
+Krysa smiled, “Probably. Not to mention the Xanthandi pirates who add
+another element to this. I think if we play our card right, we could come
+out of this unscathed with some simple sensor tricks.”
+“Such as?”
+“Well, what do you suppose ~Captain~ Tremaine would do if one of supposedly
+fellow ships suddenly appeared to be working with us... or even the
+Xanthandi.”
+“You want to make them paranoid.”
+She nodded, “If they are looking over their shoulders for enemies, they are
+most likely going to miss us.”
+“How do you plan on pulling this off?”
+“Well, I have some old sensor codes for the Phoenix. Now I realize it’s
+extremely likely that they’ve changed them. But I with what I have a few
+creative tricks of my own I can create doubt,” she grinned, “hopefully
+enough to make them worried.”
+“What about the other Grey fleet ships, should they show up.”
+Krysa shrugged, “I’m not sure I could do anything there, but hopefully
+Tremaine will be paranoid enough that we would have to.”
+Regards,<br>
+Lt. Krysa Jenn<br>
+****
+NRPG: Since I don’t like fighting... how about we let them fight it out amongst themselves :) :)<br>
+Kristen
+<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Engineering to Security...</h3>
+<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Jason Bostjancic 7-22-1996</h4>
+> "Ensign, sound general quarters, intruder alert. Seal off<br>
+>engineering and find me that saboteur."<br>
+><br>
+> "Zane to Engineering."<br>
+><br>
+> [Engineering, Lt. Koreth here. Captain we've taken alot of damage but<br>
+> most of it isn't critical. They were obviously trying to cripple, not destroy.]<br>
+><br>
+> "How long?" Zane asked as he simultaneously listened to the reports around him.<br>
+><br>
+> [18 hours...maybe 14 if you can keep things quiet.]<br>
+><br>
+> "No promises but I'll do my best. Can you switch to a secure line?"<br>
+><br>
+> [One moment.] A pause as Koreth headed to the security of his<br>
+>office. He had a good idea what this was about. [I'm secure.]<br>
+><br>
+> "Its unlikely that all those failures were coincidence. It looks<br>
+>like we have a sabotuer aboard. Probably in engineering."<br>
+><br>
+> [Agreed.] The Klingon growled, his mind going over the fitness<br>
+>reports of the new engineering crew they had taken on at EPSILON. [He<br>
+>will not remain hidden.]<br>
+><br>
+> "I don't have to tell you its a priority. Keep me informed on the<br>
+>repairs. Zane out."<br>
+Tarrant sat in his office, mind racing. He was needed now more than ever for
+the repairs, but he needed that sabatur. Quickly a plan formed.
+Rushing back into the heart of engineering, Tarrant started checking different
+stations. When he came to Ens. Jerad he whispered "Go with me"
+Jeran barely managed to mask his surprise. Before he could ask the
+CEO made an announcement.
+"Relay Junction J32 is malfuncioning. If we fix it we can get back 25% of our
+power through rerouting. If it goes though we'll be out for another 10 hours.
+I need someone to go in."
+Ensign S'Tal spoke up, "I will go Sir."
+Tarrant thought about it, then decided that S'Tal couldn't be the sabatur.
+He had hand picked his two alternate CEO's and done in depth checks.
+He was just coming out of security back then.
+"No ensign. I need you to get that DELPHI back up. We are useless
+without our eyes."
+Then another voice piped up. It was Warrant Officer Samuel Redaso.
+"I'll do it Sir."
+Tarrant tried to remember the young man. Nothing seemed to come
+into his mind though... could it be him. "Ok Mr. Redaso, go to it."
+The officer tried to go through the main doors and was stopped cold
+when they didn't open. Luckily S'Tal had cought on. Thank god
+for that Vulcan logic.
+"The doors are jammed shut from that last blast. Take the
+jefferies tubes."
+Redaso nodded, and headed toward the tube entrance.
+Tarrant walked over to the DELPHI array. It was one of the
+few working systems that could access the computer core. S'Tal
+was already a steap ahead.
+"Nothing on his past sir. All classified." said the Vulcan in hushed tones.
+.................<br>
+Scene: Jefferies Tube J<br>
+Redaso decided it was time to eliminate the FEYNMAN's ability to react
+completely. He would destroy the relay section and then hide in
+the tubes until the GREY fleet arrived.
+He patted his hidden pocket. The phaser was still there.
+...................<br>
+Scene: Main Engineering<br>
+"... and that relay comes to a cross-section at K2."
+"Thats about the size of a turbolift shaft. We'll take him there." Said
+Tarrant.
+"Why not just activate the security forcefields?" asked Ens. Jerad
+now in on it all.
+S'Tal answered, "The perpitrator obviously has a good deal of
+knowledge in engineering, and he has a engineering kit with
+him. More than likely he will disable the forcefield. " he
+turned "Lieutenant?"
+Koreth was gone.
+.........<br>
+Scene: Corridors<br>
+Tarrant ran into the security team just as he overrided the main Engineering
+door. "He's in the jefferies tubes, section J." growled Tarrant. He
+decided not to mention the fact of the junction at K2.
+He would undoubtably reach the section sooner than Radaso.
+The tube path from engineering was quite like a maze, and would
+take a while. Besides, Tarrant had an Ace in the Hole or so he thought.
+"Tarrant to S'Tal"
+<S'Tal here>
+"Do we have transporters yet."
+A pause
+<No sir, they are still offline...>
+Tarrant cut him off, this was not going to happen. Besides, he prepared,
+which was why he tore out of enigineering.
+.........<br>
+Scene: Main Shuttlebay<br>
+Without even a pause the partial Klingon blew through the
+surprised flight security crew. He jumped into one of the remaining
+shuttles and tried to activate the transporter. It was turned off-line.
+<Allard to Koreth, what are you doing Sir?>
+Tarrant was more than angered by the lockout.
+"Remove the lockout Ensign, I need to use the shuttle's transporter
+now!"
+The lockout was lifted and Tarrant transported himself to
+cross-section K-12. And a second later a surprise, Ens. Allard
+transported in.
+With a whisper he said "piggybacked" and tossed Tarrant a phaser.
+Sounds coming out of the tube entrence above announced
+their sabatour's coming.
+<NRPG>
+Couldn't keep security out of everything. Besides
+Allard may prove to be useful. <G>
+Mike Daily: You take it from here, but I think that
+Tarrant wants a part of this guy. Maybe even a little more
+than regs will allow.... it could be interresting. You make the call.
+<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Engineering to Security... (Cont.)</h3>
+<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Michael "Mike" Dailey 7-23-1996</h4>
+MD: 4.0835<br>
+SCENE: Bridge<br>
+J.C.'s hands flew over the control systems, jumping from weapons, to coordinating the intruder control
+teams. Stabilizers were almost gone, and every blow almost bolted everyone from their feet.
+"Captain, all Security teams deployed to repel boarders and check for the intruder," Zane acknowledged,
+barking other orders. The ship shuddered, J.C. in concert with everyone, grabbed hold of something to fight
+the effects of the battle.
+He looked down at the TAC display, "Sir, the other ships are making another pass at the Phoenix! Coming
+in from 342 mark 5!", Brace yourselves!"
+"Helm, 162 mark 4, full impulse! NOW!," from Zane. The FEYNMAN felt
+as though it had dropped from beneath them. Stabilizers were gone now, among other things.
+J.C. glanced behind him at PO2 Matsumii manning the station behind tactical slaved to intruder control
+and internal sensors. "Mr. Matsumii, anything at all yet.?"
+"No, Sir. Nothing on motion, infrared, or..wait. Sir I have an abnormal heat source, Jefferies tube I, section 19, nearing the cross tube to J. It's moving, Sir.", Katsummi, always the calm one no matter the situation, though J.C. did notice she was perspiring a bit.
+J.C. turned to alert the Captain, stopped by the aborted shuttle transporter access. "Captain, we may have two
+intruders". Maril turned, Zane temporarily removed himself from his new char.
+"Checking Captain... it's Lt. Koreth. I have two teams enroute to Engineering." J.C. leaned slightly to
+the locker below his console, grabbing another Phaser. "Sir, I..." Zane cut him off, "Go ahead Ensign, give
+Lt. Koreth a hand.". J.C. glanced over at Katsumii, who moved over to his TAC station. She released the
+shuttles lockout, looked up to Allard. He nodded, and the bridge began the familiar fade away...
+********************<br>
+SCENE: Tube junction<br>
+> The lockout was lifted and Tarrant transported himself to cross-section <br>
+> K-12. And a second later a surprise, Ens. Allard transported in.<br>
+><br>
+> With a whisper he said "piggybacked" and tossed Tarrant a Phaser.<br>
+> Sounds coming out of the tube entrance above announced<br>
+> their saboteur's coming.<br>
+J.C. noticed the strange look in Koreth's eyes, look of vengeance! Mean even for a Klingon. Koreth
+aimed his Phaser. "No," said J.C. surprised at himself, giving the Lt. an order. But his idea just might work.
+Koreth turned, shocked also. J.C. was backing up into section K-11, motioning for the Lt. to follow. Koreth
+look up, then back to J.C., lowering his phaser.
+He whispered to the very ticked off Lt.,"We can wait here and see what he does and catch him in the
+act. They moved into the crawl way of the other adjoining section, closing the hatch enough to conceal them
+from anyone ejecting down from the tube.
+In a few moments, they were regarded with the sight of WO Redaso, Phaser on his belt, and a toolkit
+over his shoulder. He turned to the entrance of K-12, opening the access hatch to that section. Koreth started
+up, J.C. grabbed the Lt. fiercely, to hold him back. Koreth broke loose and charged at the WO.
+Redaso, shocked, went for his Phaser. J.C. took aim, but Koreth's dive blocked his shot. The dive was
+good, and Koreth tackled Redaso, full body, with both landing hard on the floor. Redaso's phaser skidded away
+beyond his reach. J.C. got up, phaser still leveled at Redaso. He moved to haul up the fallen saboteur. Koreth
+too Redaso's arm from J.C. and spun him against the wall.
+"YOU are a disgrace. YOU HAVE NO HONOR! Koreth's fist found three and four soft spots in Redaso's
+stomach. J.C. bolted between the with all his strength, prying the Lt. from his capture. "MOVE ENSIGN!", J.C.
+struggled. "Lt. Koreth, I'll take him. SIR! I'll take care of him.", J.C. to the Lt.
+He tapped his comm badge
+once, "Bridge, this is Allard. Lt. Koreth and myself have the intruder.".
+"Acknowledged, Mr. Allard. Brig him
+immediately!", from Zane.
+Again he tapped his badge, "Computer, patch me through to all Security personnel.
+This is Allard. Remain at intruder alert status. Patrols one and three, continue as normal. Two, four and
+five, concentrate on Engineering, Shuttle bay, and the Sensor decks, respectively.
+Redaso, now doubling over did not look up. J.C. look directly into the eyes of Koreth, "Sir. WO
+Redaso should have been more careful. He had a nasty fall when he SLIPPED and FELL out of the J. tube."
+J.C. bent down, and grabbed Redaso's arm. "Get up Mr. Redaso. You're under arrest. For starters,
+Treason. I'm sure after the Captain's through, there will be more....
+Submitted<br>
+Mike Dailey<br>
+Splatter2@qtm.net<br>
+Ensign J.C. Allard<br>
+CSO/TAC USS FEYNMAN<br>
+<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Command BrOT, Looking for Answers</h3>
+<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Max Felsher 7-23-1996</h4>
+"So, Lieutenant, the last section finally arrives. Computer, begin Bridge Officer's Test, Section:Command."
+The last setting of the BrOT was unusual. It wasn't the Bridge, it was Sickbay. However, if GLin'kharr thought that it would be easy because he was in his own environment, he was sorely mistaken.
+The "ship" shook as someone beamed into Sickbay. Lieutenant Jenn stood silently, with Commander Zane lying beside her.
+"What happened?" Glin'kharr asked.
+"He was thrown almost across the Bridge when the inertial dampneners failed. Doctor, can you do anything?"
+"I can always do something," Glin'kharr growled.
+Once the Captain had been lifted onto the biobed, Glin'kharr noticed that Zane's life signs were rapidly falling, near death.
+As he reached for the cortical stimulators, Maril contacted him. [Commander, we have intruders. I need you to release anaesthatine gas everywhere except for the Bridge. Is that understood?]
+"Yes, sir." It was then that Glin'kharr realized the crisis. It wasn't that he would anaesthatize himself when he released the gas--he could seal off Sickbay. However, it would take time to key in the sequence to release the gas--
+precious time in which the Captain could die. Glin'kharr didn't know what to do, but he did know that he would need to do something--very fast.
+MD 4.0900<br>
+Bridge<br>
+Maril sighed, looking around at the mess that resembled the Bridge. "The owl and the mouse," he said under his breath.
+"And the mouse escaping only because an eagle attacked the owl," Zane replied.
+Maril nodded. "Constant reports on the situation," he ordered. As others got to work on the repairs, Maril headed to the aft stations. He wanted to know exactly how their every move had been anticipated. Of course, there was probably a saboteur. But Maril was looking for how all the security subroutines had been circumvented and similar information.
+He sat down, knowing it wouldn't be easy.
+Obviously, the saboteur knew what he/she was doing. There were so many lockouts, passwords, and dead ends, that the thief of Stirabi couldn't have squeaked past them. As Maril was no thief of Stirabi, it was even harder to find his way through.
+Jeffries Tube(J2)
+Redaso continued his destructive work on the DELPHI array, knowing that, even if someone did catch him, it was too late for the array. As an afterthought, he shut down the internal sensors, placing a lockout on it. Of course, he hadn't been so stupid as to crawl around with his communicator on. It would be nice, though, if they couldn't find him with the heat sensors either.
+Down below, Koreth and Allard stood ready to capture Redaso. Koreth signaled for them to move in opposite directions so as to surprise the saboteur. The two started to move.
+However, Koreth had just gotten into a Jeffries tube, and Allard was reaching another, when a group of forcefields appeared, surrounding the junction. Allard was trapped, and Koreth had just barely escaped.
+They pondered the situation for a second. Who could have set up the forcefields? They had beamed in from a shuttle transporter, hardly accessible....
+The sun has met the sea,<br>
+Lt. Commander Onta Maril,<br>
+First Officer, USS Feynman,<br>
+aka Max Felsher<br>
+NRPG:
+I hate to thwart anyone's plans, but, as you may realize, I have taken it upon myself to represent the forces of Evil, Darkness, and Cruelty(aka Grey Fleet and Spy(s)), with most everyone else representing the forces of Good, Light, and Kindness(namely, the Feynman.) :) Of course, you never know....<evil laugh>
+Ted: There's the last section. Go to it!
+<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Ready Room</h3>
+<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by
+Andrew Catterick 7-24-1996</h4>
+SD: 80724.1000<br>
+MD: 5.0400<br>
+Scene: Ready-room<br>
+"Captain's Log, Stardate 80724.0400....<br>
+We sit and wait. Repairs are, for the most part complete, and we
+are ready to get underway as soon as ALPHA shift begins. I have decided
+to postpone until that time simply because if today is anything like
+yesterday I want the best at their stations.
+The attack of the PHOENIX came as a great surprise. We knew it
+could happen but it was always hard to believe that one Starfleet officer
+would fire on another, whatever their status. Still, for them to have
+made their move before we had the information they wanted came as an even
+bigger surprise. Lt. Jenn has hypothesized that perhaps the captains of
+the four ships are not the allies they thought they were. If they had
+waited for us to emerge from the 'sack in a few days they would, most
+likely, have had to share the information our sensor logs provided. By
+attacking early it seems Tremaine hoped to capture the FEYNMAN and gather
+the information himself, undercutting his 3 cohorts. Such dissension
+could provide us with convenient wedge.
+Either way, it was not to be. The PHOENIX was unable to capture
+her prize. The bridge crew worked as the finely tuned team that they are
+while Lt. Koreth some how managed to keep the ship together. But, and
+although I hate to admit it, I don't think we would have escaped from that
+tractor beam, regardless of their power-management problems, without the
+timely arrival of the Xanthandi.
+Of course our immediate good luck leads to greater misfortune.
+Namely, why are the Xanthandi so close to the edge of the 'sack? Is it
+confidence or lack of concern that has them operating so openly? Its
+obvious they knew we were there either through the luck of one of their
+patrols or, more ominously, through the monitoring of shipping outside the
+'sack. Thank-God, the PHOENIX got away. To add a SOLAR to their fleet,
+even with its deficiencies is unthinkable. When I had first viewed
+Captain Allison's briefing I had hoped that it was presenting the extreme
+situation. It seems it was not.
+When we began this mission we were, officially, to survey the
+inside of the 'sack in the hopes of mapping hidden pirate bases that have
+been hampering shipping. Now, based on the past day's events, we
+may find ourselves discovering Xanthandi staging areas. If this is true
+we all may find ourselves facing war. I hope I am wrong.
+Staffing....
+All indications show that Lt. Meleah is fitting in well
+with her colleagues and has already proved to be invaluable by enhancing
+the DELPHI array. I've heard through the grape-vine that Ensign Loth has
+not taken the arrival of his new CO all that well. Perhaps he may one day
+learn patience....and some social skills. Additionally, we have also
+received a new CNS, one Ensign Lee. Her fitness report says it all,
+another headstrong Bajoran, just what I need! Still we need a Counsellor,
+and I am glad she's here.
+Unfortunately, her arrival meant that the temporary CNS, Ensign
+Ryan was free to return to EPSILON. Aware of the dangers both she and the
+EPSILON pilot elected to take their chances and return to the starbase. I
+can't say I blame them, the attack by the Xanthandi does not bode well.
+Unfortunately it seems that the PHOENIX did not destroy all of the raiders
+as we had believed. Three Xanthandi were still in the area, most likely
+looking for us, and appeared out of no-where. The GALILEO didn't have a
+chance....
+With two attacks I have suspended all shuttle operations for the
+time being. We have had a terrible lesson in just how dangerous the 'sack
+can be and I will not tempt fate again. If the raiders that destroyed
+the shuttle had located us in our still crippled state we may have been
+unable to fight them off. From here I am proceeding as if we are at war.
+The FEYNMAN was built to be a black ship and for the next few days it will
+be. If we are close to war or even a new level of aggression it is vital
+that we learn as much as we can and return to EPSILON, without the
+Xanthandi realizing they have been comprised.
+....end log."
+______________<br>
+Scene:Bridge<br>
+MD:5.0730<br>
+Zane entered the bridge and immediately asked Maril for a report.
+"All systems on line, repairs complete. We're operating at Yellow
+alert and all emissions are being controlled."
+"Good. Mr. Jerran coordinate with OPS and develop a search pattern
+that will cover the most space in the least amount of time....with sensors
+on passive. Additionally, I want to stay far enough from the perimeter of
+the 'sack so that if those four ships are still out there they aren't able
+to take anymore pot shots at us. We've got enough problems *inside* this
+thing to worry about the outside as well. As soon as your ready get us
+underway."
+"Aye sir."
+"Ensign Allard, how's are prisoner? Any useful information?"
+"No sir. All I'm getting out of him is name, rank and serial
+number. And the occasional threat that he's got friends in Starfleet
+Command that could make or break my career. He is being watched around
+the clock so even with his skills he won't be going anywhere." When
+Allard had come aboard Zane had him go over every inch of the brig as well
+as stepping up training for security in general. Two brig escapes in one
+day during the previous mission was something the Captain, and ex-CSO
+would not stand for.
+Zane frowned. It was the answer he had expected, but not the one
+he wanted. "Very well, keep me informed."
+Respectfully,<br>
+Andy<br>
+-LT.CMDR Tarsa Rogers, Unassigned<br>
+-CMDR Zane, Commanding Officer, USS FEYNMAN<br>
+-CMDR Nigel Straun, TACFLEET Liason Officer, INDIGO 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: Making an Entrance</h3>
+<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by
+Donna Hurley 7-24-1996</h4>
+MD: 4.1300<br>
+>Scene: USS NOGURA II, Outskirts of Coalsack<br>
+><br>
+>Jennifer nodded to the science officer in the copilot seat, who got up and<br>
+>activated the transporter. A female Bajoran officer in a blue uniform<br>
+>shimmered into view on the transporter pad as Jennifer sent the signal to<br>
+>the other shuttles to follow her deeper into the 'Sack.<br>
+Right after she had entered the signal Xanthandi raider ships appeared.<br>
+Lieutenant Cartwright ordered the science officer to take his post and told<br>
+all shuttles to go full alert status<br>
+Anna could tell that they probably knew what they were doing a lot better
+then she did so she sat in the passenger seat and strapped herself in.
+The raider ships began firing. Six distinct phaser beams headed for the
+NOGURA II shuttlecraft. Two of them missed the shuttle completely due to
+very good manoeuvring by the pilots executed by the pilots a hard roll to
+port. The impact of the other blasts was absorbed partially by the shields.
+But the shields were weakening.
+"We need more power to the shields. Can you divert enough power from life
+support to maintain the shields and keep life support systems functional."
+asked the Lieutenant
+"No, however, I could divert power form the transporters and use it to help
+maintain the shields." replied the science officer.
+"Ok. do it." said Cartwright
+The science got up from his post and began to use the transporter controls
+in order to properly divert the power to the shields as the Lieutenant
+continued to use evasive manoeuvres and the shuttle's weapons to ward off
+the attack.
+The shuttle took a direct hit. There was no severe damage to the shuttle
+but the science officer was thrown against the side of the shuttle.
+"I have training in medical, I'll help him." said Ensign Lee as she grabbed
+one of the medical supply units and went over to where the science officer
+was. She ran a quick scan of the tricorder and discovered that the science
+officer had a concussion and sever damage to his spinal cord.
+As Ensign Lee was helping the Science officer, Lt. Cartwright was doing all
+she could to avoid the blasts from the Xanthandi ships and protect the other
+shuttles.
+"This is shuttle Nogura to all shuttles. I'm willing to entertain ideas or
+suggestions that anyone might have as to how to make a retreat." announced
+Cartwright on a secure channel to the other shuttles as she came to the
+realization that the shuttles where outnumbered and outgunned.
+NRPG: Some technical babble I made up follows. It was necessary in order
+to get all of the shuttles away from the Xanthandi raider ships and get
+back to the Feynman. Sorry if it is extremely impossible or doesn't make
+any sense.
+RPG:
+"I have an idea." said Lee Anna and she went over to the co-pilot's
+position and made some calculations then continued "You could have the other
+shuttles enter into a high sublight speed at 0.02 relative, 75 absolute..
+Then have the shuttles approach us along bearings 240 degrees and 120
+degrees and have them fire off there waste warp plasma at us and use the
+outboard pulsing of our shields to create a warp field around the shuttles."
+"I see where you're going with this; then the ward field combined with the
+deflector shields of our shuttles would cause their phaser blasts to
+dissipate before they could have an impact." injected Cartwright. "Then we
+could use the warp field again to get us to safety".
+"How could it get us to safety?" asked Anna.
+"We could move some of the shuttles back and stretch the warp field. When
+it stretches out too far. It will pull back in the form of a warp wave
+dragging all of our ships way from the raiders while still be protected by
+the warp field. Eventually the warp wave will die out and we will be far
+from the Raiders and they will have no way of following us. Only problem is
+that we have no control where the warp wave will take us, but considering
+the alternative. I think that this is our best course of action." explained
+Cartwright and she signalled the plan out to the other shuttles.
+Lee Anna went back to work on the science officer but there wasn't much she
+could do for him he would need a surgeon to repair the damage to his spinal
+column and his concussion by itself wasn't serious but he might have a skull
+fracture and the limited medical supplies aboard the shuttle couldn't even
+tell if he had a skull fracture let alone treat one. The only damage to
+the shuttle was to the onbaord replicator which was unfortunate since that
+meant that Lee Anna couldn't just replicate what she needed to help the
+science officer.
+The first part of the plan was successful and the warp wave quickly got the
+shuttles away from their attackers; however there was still no telling where
+it would stop.
+As the shuttles sped along in the warp wave, Anna realized that there was
+nothing more she could do for the science officer, so she gave him a
+hyprospray that would keep him from feeling any pain even in his unconscious
+state and walked over to her chair.
+Suddenly the shuttle stopped without warning and Anna who was still
+standing was thrown forwards into the backs of the passenger's chairs.
+Anna felt a sudden extreme pain in her left leg and then momentarily blacked
+out..
+Scene: Sickbay USS FEYNMAN
+Anna woke up on a biobed and looked around.
+"You're all right. You're aboard the USS FEYNMAN in the sickbay" came the
+voice of one of the ship's nurses. "You passed out on the shuttle Nogura.
+You had a broken tibia but that's already been taken care of by a ship's
+doctor. However, you will have to remain here until I get the Ok for you to
+go from one of the doctors or from the head nurse. Oh. you will have to go
+easy on your leg for a couple of days. You were lucky. Had this been a
+just a few hundred years ago you would have had to wear a cast for weeks.
+and well can you tell me your..
+"Could you tell me how I got here, what happened to all the shuttles and
+the people aboard them?" interrupted Lee
+"Of course. Well, it was amazingly lucky; the warp wave brought all the
+shuttles here intact and all of the crew on aboard the shuttles are
+alive."replied the nurse
+"What about the science officer who was on the Nogura shuttlecraft with
+me.? asked Lee Anna
+"The majority of the medical staff is still working on his case. You
+should ask someone who is working on the case about his condition." said the
+nurse obviously trying to hide some bad news. "I know that a lot has
+happened in a rather short time frame but I need you to tell me who you are
+and why you were coming to the Feynman."
+"I'm Ensign Lee I was billeted here to the Feynman as Counsellor." replied
+Ensign Lee.
+"Ahh, well welcome aboard. I will inform the first officer that you have
+arrived."
+NRPG:
+Hello all and thanks for all the welcomes I received. I'm Donna Hurley
+(aka Ensign Lee Anna the new CNS). I have heard great things about this
+ship and read some great posts so I am really looking forward to RPing with
+you all.
+<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Honor Among Thieves</h3>
+<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by
+Andrew Catterick 7-24-1996</h4>
+> Scene: Bridge<br>
+><br>
+> Zane nodded and said, "I don't want to give them a signal to follow,<br>
+> though. Mr. Jerran, take us out of this area slowly. There's another<br>
+> high density area t 100 mark 4, distance 1500 kilometers."<br>
+><br>
+> "Aye, sir," the pilot said, powering up the impulse drives. Jerran was at<br>
+> the moment very much disappointed not only in Tex Austin, but also in<br>
+> himself for not seeing the signs earlier. It was so obvious to him now.<br>
+> Who else could have sabotaged the thruster system in their last engagement<br>
+> aside from someone in his own department?<br>
+Zane was, to say the least, furious with *another* security
+breach. He turned to his FO. "Commander I want every department head to
+go over their department's fitness reports with a fine-tooth comb. If
+anything is out of the ordinary and I mean *anything*, including
+classified sections on their record then they get transfered to 'light'
+duty. They are to be nowhere near any important systems."
+Maril frowned. As first officer he was in charge of the crew and
+as such would have to oversee the departmental checks. Any breaches would
+be his responsibility.
+"Ensign Allard, as of right now your department is on double
+shifts. Step up the patrols and post guards in the shuttle-bay,
+engineering and all other critical areas."
+"Aye sir."
+"Lt. Jenn anything on sensors?"
+"All clear Captain."
+"Are we far enough away from the perimeter of the coalsack that
+any ship on the other side won't be able to locate us?"
+"I can't say definitively sir. However, if they can locate us I
+don't think they'll be able to pinpoint us. They may know we're in this
+are but they won't know exactly where. I think we're relatively safe."
+"Good. Helm, maintain position for 30 minutes and then continue
+your search pattern."
+"Bridge to engineering."
+[Engineering.] came the Klingon's calm voice.
+"We've had another security problem..." Briefly Zane explained
+the situation. "...I'm hoping they took the shuttle as an avenue of
+departure. But, I think we have to look at the possibilty that they
+planted some sort of device designed to give our position away or even
+damage us...."
+[I'll have my teams inspect every centimeter of this ship.]
+"Thank-you Mr. Koreth. Bridge out."
+Maril turned towards Zane. "What about the ASIMOV?"
+Zane sighed. "There flying near-blind in here. I imagine they're
+heading out of the sack. Probably to rendezvous with the PHOENIX. AS
+much as I want that shuttle back our mission is clear and the longer we
+take the more lives our at stake."
+<<<NRPG>>>
+>
+> BTW, Max made me do it ;)
+>
+Oh he did, did he?....Perhaps I should send him on a shuttle mission with
+Krysa;)
+Respectfully,<br>
+Andy<br>
+-LT.CMDR Tarsa Rogers, Unassigned<br>
+-CMDR Zane, Commanding Officer, USS FEYNMAN<br>
+-CMDR Nigel Straun, TACFLEET Liason Officer, INDIGO 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: Honor Among Thieves (Cont.)</h3>
+<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Michael "Mike" Dailey 7-24-1996</h4>
+MD: 4.1305<br>
+> Maril frowned. As first officer he was in charge of the crew and<br>
+> as such would have to oversee the departmental checks. Any breaches > would be his responsibility.<br>
+>
+> "Ensign Allard, as of right now your department is on double<br>
+> shifts. Step up the patrols and post guards in the shuttle-bay,<br>
+> engineering and all other critical areas."<br>
+><br>
+> "Aye sir."<br>
+<nowiki>* Spirits, How could this happen! We arrested Redaso, but never looked for an accomplice! *J.C. slammed
+his fist upon the top of the TAC console. Hard enough to vent a minute bit of frustration, light enough for
+his Superiors not to notice. He opened a link to the Security Office. "Allard to CPO Tamarov."</nowiki>
+"Tamarov here, Sir."
+"CPO, the Captain has put us on Condition 3, double shifts. Notify all Squad Leaders."
+"Aye aye, Sir. Alerting them now." J.C. was going to lay a lot on the shoulders of his ACOS, but he was
+needed here on the bridge. From the little he had worked with Alex so far, he was sure he could count on
+Tamarov to relay and carry out his orders.
+"Mr. Tamarov, you're to hold a briefing in 10 minutes. Your orders are to get Matsumii's squad in the Flight
+Deck. I want every inch of it covered. I want it tore apart. Look inside and under every shuttle,
+everything! They're to be in full TAC gear, armor and rifles. They're not to take any chances. Bordeau's
+Squad is to be on Sentry Duty, cover entrances to Main Engineering, Flight Deck, Aux. Weapons Control, and the
+Sensor Decks. They're to suit up too, 100%. NO ONE gets through those areas without being challenged ... any
+problems go through me or the Captain. Finally, I want T'Bocs people to comb Engineering inside and out. Try
+not to be in Koreths' peoples way; they're going to be busy patching the ship, but we've got to find out how
+that transporter get Redaso. The Captain's gonna want answers, and we WILL have some.
+"Got it, Ensign. Orders received and understood." Tamarov sounded pumped-up and energetic. Good, maybe some
+results would turn up.
+"Mr. Tamarov, one more thing. I want you to dig up anything and everything you can on Redaso. Maybe we can
+get some leads from that way. I'll meet with you at 1600."
+"Aye, Sir. Tamarov out."
+Now things will start happening. J.C. thought for a moment. *I think I'll try to get things happening up
+here.* He keyed the subspace comm panel, sending a call to Starbase Alpha, but stopped. *The Phoenix is
+still out there, I'll send it in code and tight beam scrambled so it's undetectable.*
+Submitted,<br>
+Ens. J.C. Allard<br>
+COS\TAC USS FEYNMAN<br>
+Mike Dailey<br>
+Splatter2@qtm.net<br>
+<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Pirate's Cove</h3>
+<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Jason Bostjancic 7-26-1996</h4>
+>"There appears to be a power source on that planetoid, captain, possibly a<br>
+>small base type of fusion reactor, from the neutrino readings."<br>
+><br>
+>"Confirmed, sir," the science officer, LT Meleah said unemotionally<br>
+>fromthe aft station. "Sensor scans would also indicate the presence of a<br>
+>number of small matter antimatter reactors in orbit aroud the planetoid,<br>
+>indicative of starship power sources, in addition to some inert Cochrane<br>
+>type subspace fields within the body itself."<br>
+><br>
+>Jerran looked up at the viewscreen and said, "Probably some smaller ships<br>
+>docked within a base of some sort."<br>
+><br>
+>Zane nodded and turned to Maril saying, "Well, Commander, as you might<br>
+>say, Katana has seen the sea. It looks like we've found one of the pirate<br>
+>bases we were sent out to look for."<br>
+A warning light flashed on Lt. Meleah's display. "Sir, reading a power
+surge on the planet."
+"A weapon?" asked Zane spinning to face Ens. Allard.
+Quickly Allard ran through the controls, "Dosen't appear to be sir...
+more like a tractor beam."
+"Could it hold us?"
+A little confused, the Ensign replied, "No sir... but they should be
+able to figure that out too from our power outputs."
+On the main screen a green band of light swept accross
+space, somewhat near the Feynman, another displaced about 800km
+port, two more also nearby.
+"Sir, I'm picking up small pieces of unknown alloys within those bands
+sir. Spherical, 3 meters in diameter.. no power readings." announced Lt. Jenn.
+"On Screen"
+The front view showed a small object bathed in the green of the
+tractor beams.
+"Magnify"
+The small ball had numerous antenni protruding from it. Zane
+almost kicked himself for not realizing sooner.
+"Helm! Move us..."
+Allard interrupted, "Sir! The beams have moved. They've
+'thrown' the spheres into our area. Fore, aft,... all sides."
+Zane finally said it, "Proximity Mines. Probably won't activate until
+near contact."
+"Sir, the planet is hailing us."
+<NRPG>
+C'mon, a pirate base without defences!?<br>
+Assume that the mines won't be easily set off<br>
+by some quick trick or sensor burst. <G><br>
+Yeah.. spies in MY department huh?<br>
+Respectfully,<br>
+Jason<br>
+Lieutenant Cmdr. Tirrin Vorak - OPS/2O - USS SERAPIS<br>
+Lieutenant Tarrant L. Koreth - CEO - USS FEYNMAN<br>
+"Quoth the Raven 'Nevermore'"
+<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>
+<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Trespassers Will Be Prosecuted</h3>
+<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by
+Andrew Catterick 7-26-1996</h4>
+SD: 80726.0930<br>
+MD: 5.1208<br>
+Scene: Bridge<br>
+> >"Sir, the planet is hailing us."<br>
+><br>
+> "Do we really want to know who's out there?" Krysa muttered.<br>
+><br>
+> Zane ignored the comment. "Lt. Jenn and Lt. Meleah, keep an eye on those<br>
+> mines out there. "Lt. Jerral, keep us at a safe distance away from the<br>
+> mines, and Ens. Allard, watch for anything unusual. Put the message on screen."<br>
+><br>
+> A chorused "Aye, sir" was heard as the officers acknowledged their orders.<br>
+"I am Commander Zane, Captain of..."
+The man snorted. [Save your breath Captain, it don't matter who
+you are. You ain't going to be here that much longer.]
+"We're here on a mapping expedition. We come in the spirit of
+peace and friendship."
+[Bah! Friends don't coming lurking into their friends 'homes'
+unannounced. They way I sees it you screwed up twice. You came here and
+ya got caught.] A loud chorus of laughter exploded behind him. [Shut-it!
+or ya'll be scrubbing the head for the rest of your stinking lives!] His
+men quickly silenced themselves.
+"Look, perhaps we could work out some sort of deal. You must be
+short on supplies of some sort, maybe medical? Tell me what you want and
+I'll help where I can." Of course Zane had no intention of aiding the
+'enemy' his hope was to buy some time.
+[What we want we take!]
+"Than what do you want from us?"
+> "We don't have to explain our actions to anyone, least of all<br>
+> Starfleet," he said, the last word being twisted with hatred. "If you don't<br>
+> leave now, we'll escort you," leaving no doubt as to how they would escort<br>
+> the Feynman.<br>
+><br>
+> "Look, we didn't come here..." Zane broke off as the viewscreen<br>
+> reverted back to the view of the planet.<br>
+><br>
+> "Nice fellow," Allard stated under his breath.<br>
+><br>
+> "One minute until the mines reach our shields, Cmdr," said Krysa.<br>
+><br>
+> "Cmdr, I believe I can reverse the mines away from the Feynman by<br>
+> emitting a short, high-frequency transmission which will cause the computers<br>
+> within the mines to malfunction," Meleah spoke up.<br>
+><br>
+> "It had better work. Mr. Allard, emit a high, short frequency burst<br>
+> far enough out to disable the mines."<br>
+><br>
+> "Aye, sir." The crew watched as J.C. pressed a control to emit that<br>
+> burst. Nothing seemed to happen for few seconds, then Krysa said, "Cmdr,<br>
+> the mines have stopped and some seem to be drifting away."<br>
+The feeling of relief settled throughout the bridge. They could
+escape.
+"Any gaps big enough for us to fit through?"
+"Not yet....a few more minutes and the right currents." Jenn
+replied.
+"Can we blast a few mines to make the opening?"
+Allard performed a quick scan. "I wouldn't advise it sir. Each
+mine is transmitting some sort of energy beam to its neighbours...I think
+its a basterized version of the standard Orion mine. We blow one and
+it'll most likely trigger the others"
+"Can we block the beams?"
+"I have analyzed the emmissions. Under normal conditions we would
+be able to employ effective counter-measures. Unfortunately the effects
+of the coalsack on our actions may in fact trigger the mines rather than
+de-activate them." The SCI replied.
+"I guess we wait and hope for a hole. Any insights counselor?"
+"Despite outward appearances I would say he is very nervous. I
+don't think he wants us destroyed....in fact he is scared of this
+possibility...there is definitly something he wants from us." Ensign Lee
+answered.
+"The ship." Maril stated.
+Zane nodded. "Makes sense. If what Captain Allison reported is
+true. This could be a privateer base linked to the Xanthandi. A
+Starfleet vessel would make a nice gift to his superiors and surely be
+very profitable for our friend here."
+"Captain, the planetoid is emitting a beam! The mines are now
+beginning to move towards the base. Aft mines will impact in 8 seconds."
+"Mr. Jerran..."
+"Aye sir, matching course and speed."
+"We are being hailed sir."
+"On screen."
+[Well captain, I politely asked you to leave and your still here.
+I guess that means ya'd like to come in.]
+"I can not allowed this ship to be taken."
+[Then ya got yourself a wee problem!] This time he let his men
+laugh.
+"Not as big as yours when you try to explain to your Xanthandi
+boss how you let a Starfleet vessel get away."
+[You can't get away.] He laughed, a little less confidently.
+"Perhaps not, but as I said this ship will not be taken even if it
+means scuttling her."
+[Your bluffing.] He protested.
+"I've got nothing to lose. You do. Close channel"
+<<<NRPG>>>
+No idea where this is going but I know its going to be fun getting there!
+Jason: Nice twist!
+Melanie: What are you taking at school?
+Respectfully,<br>
+Andy-->As nosy as ever :)<br>
+-LT.CMDR Tarsa Rogers, Unassigned<br>
+-CMDR Zane, Commanding Officer, USS FEYNMAN<br>
+-CMDR Nigel Straun, TACFLEET Liason Officer, INDIGO 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: End of BrOT, and Shiver My Timbers!</h3>
+<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Max Felsher 7-27-1996</h4>
+SD: 80727<br>
+Finallly, he raised his head from the PADD he was holding.
+"Congratulations, Mr. Glin'kharr, you have passed the Bridge
+Officer's Test." Maril extended his hand.
+Glin'kharr was a bit dazed. He hadn't expected this.
+"Ahh...thank you, sir." He shook Maril's hand. It was rather
+interesting--two people continuing a ritual which neither culture
+used.
+"Now, Mr. Glin'kharr, you may have a Bridge shift if you
+wish. I will let you decide this over the next few days. Please
+inform me of your decision before we leave Epsilon. Dismissed."
+Glin'kharr turned to leave. "One thing, Commander. About
+the last section...."
+"If you mean, did it become the storm of Strilago to your
+scores, no, it did not."
+"Thank you, sir."
+Just as Glin'kharr was about to walk through the holodeck
+doors, however, Maril said, "Oh, Lieutenant."
+"Yes, sir," Glin'kharrr growled.
+"Sometimes the needs of the many outweigh the needs of the
+few or the one."
+"Ahh...yes, sir."
+"However, somtimes the needs of the one outweigh the needs
+of the few or the many." Maril smiled.
+Glin'kharr smiled back as he left the holodeck.
+<<<<NRPG:There it's over! :) Actually, Ted, I was going to give
+you a rather low score on that section when I was reminded of the
+words of the famous James T. Kirk. If you want a Command shift,
+just tell me. Which reminds me: Melanie, if you want a Command
+shift, you are entitled to one. Also, Ted, if you want your test
+scores, just inform me.>>>>
+MD 5.1230<br>
+Bridge<br>
+Maril watched the escape of the Feynman closely. It appeared that they
+would be able to avoid the mines as they headed away from the pirate base.
+However, this was not to be. Just as Jerran rerorted, "We are clearing the field of mines, sir," the ship rocked intensely.
+"Report, Ensign! Was that a mine?" the Captain cried as others got back to their stations.
+"No, sir. Three small ships just appeared and fired at us. Attempting to lock onto them. The interference is making it tough," Allard reported.
+"Do it, Ensign! Where did they come from?" Zane ordered crisply as the ship shook again.
+"They were masked by a gravitational eddy. Also, the mines blocked many of the sensors while they surrounded us," Maril answered.
+"I've got a lock on one of them, sir. Firing phasers and 3-photon spread."
+"Mr. Jerran, become the strong wind of Asala. Take us wherever the wind blows!" Maril ordered.
+"Target destroyed!"
+"Sir, shields are down to 10%. Impulse engines are almost inoperative!" Jenn reported.
+"I've got a course set, sir. I'm using what little impulse power we have."
+"Zane to Engineering. I want as much impulse power as possible. Is that understood?"
+[Understood, sir. Diverting power to the-]
+The communication was interrupted by a third rocking. Officers flew from their stations. Sparks were everywhere.
+"Sir, shields are offline! We have intruders!" Allard reported.
+Four privateers beamed onto the Bridge, one aft, one near Ops, one above the Ensign Lee, and one a few feet in front of Maril.
+"Duck, Commander!" Allard shouted as he fired at the one in front of Maril, unaware of the one less than five feet behind him.
+Luckily, the privateer near Maril fell, but so did Allard after the one behind him stunned him.
+As the one aft looked around, one of the other two grabbed Jenn by the neck, adding the statement, "If you don't turn over control, she dies."
+The sun has met the sea,<br>
+Lt. Commander Onta Maril,<br>
+First Officer, USS Feynman,<br>
+aka Max Felsher
+NRPG:<br>
+<Play ominous music.> :)<br>
+Well, I was in a playful mood, and I decided to kill you all. :) Just kidding. ;)<br>
+Mike Dailey: Probably, the privateers' phasers were set on stun, so I didn't kill you. And they'll stay on stun, until they decide they don't need you(or anyone else) <evil laugh>
+Kristen: How will Krysa react to this?
+<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Shiver My Timbers! (Cont.)</h3>
+<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Michael "Mike" Dailey 7-27-1996</h4>
+SD: 80727<br>
+> Four privateers beamed onto the Bridge, one aft, one near OPS, one above the Ensign Lee, and one a few feet<br>
+> in front of Maril.<br>
+><br>
+> "Duck, Commander!" Allard shouted as he fired at the one in front of Maril, unaware of the one less than five<br> > feet behind him.<br>
+><br>
+> Luckily, .the privateer near Maril fell, but so did Allard after the one behind him stunned him.<br>
+><br>
+> As the one aft looked around, one of the other two grabbed Jenn by the neck, adding the statement, "If you<br>
+> don't turn over control, she dies.<br>
+SCENE: SECURITY OFFICE<br>
+MD: 5.1230<br>
+CPO Alex Tamarov, watch officer at Security Control, bolted at the Intruder-alert alarm sounding. He
+startled the two Midshipmen, Hensley and Krogriy as he got up. "Tamarov to all security, INTRUDER ALERT! I
+have Phaser fire on the Bridge; it may have been taken!", he grabbed deep breath.
+"T'Boc and Matsumii, get
+your squads up to the BRIDGE FLANK! T'Boc take the foreword lift, Matsumii take the aft one!" he was
+standing in front of his console, not bothering to sit. Alex wiped his forehead. "Security to Transporter 1,"
+Tamarov hoped this would work.
+[Transporter 1 here,] Ens. Fuhrman.
+"Sir, INTRUDER CONTROL, Bridge. Can you get a lock on the boarders?" Alex almost caught himself crossing his
+fingers, foolish gesture.
+[Stand by, Security, checking..] said Fuhrman. Moments that passed like days slid by before the Transporter
+Chief replied, [Mr. Tamarov, they boarders have some sort of personal dampening field. No lock is possible.]
+Alex pounded his fist onto his console! Damn!
+"Ensign, can you try for just their energy weapons?" Alex asked, a last attempt.
+[No can do Chief, same field blocks their weapons, too!]
+"OK, Ensign, can we send someone onto the Bridge?" *Spirits, please allow this one...*
+[Sure Chief, but how can...]
+"Belay that, Ensign! I'm on my way. I need you to beam my squad into the bridge, behind each of those scum
+bag 'privateers'." and closed the channel, not waiting for a reply. Alex started for the door, but stopped
+at the two Middies, who sat quietly, out of the way.
+"I'm sealing Security behind me. Get two rifles from the armory, then guard this place." Double Yes Sirs
+resounded as they fled for weapons. Grabbing his own rifle, Alex bolted through the door, tapping his badge,
+"Computer, seal Security Control, Authorization Tamarov Gamma-1923." <Acknowledged, Security Control is now
+inaccessible>
+"Tamarov to PO-1 Bordeau."
+The squad leader's voice came instantly, but with a slight gasp, as though she was out of breath. [...Bordeau
+here, Chief.]
+"Amberi, we're going to retake the bridge. T'Boc and Matsumii's squads are going up the lifts. I'm going to
+join yours and we'll beam in. Get your squad to Transporter 1 NOW. I'll meet you there in six minutes!",
+Alex gasped himself, running for the lift. Once inside, he fell against the wall, out of breath. The lift
+deposited him on deck on deck Six. Rested slightly, he ran for the Transporter Room. The doors opened to
+emit him to a Transporter Chief leveling a Phaser II at him.
+"Whoa, Fuhrman, it's ME! Tamarov." He skidded to a stop and held his rifle above his head in surrender!
+"Just being cautious, Mr. Tamarov. Where's your squad?" asked Ens. Fuhrman, holstering his sidearm.
+"They'll be here any second. Can you put us behind them?" Alex asked, coming around to view the panel.
+"Their protection fields extend about two meters around them. I can get you about 2.5 meters away from each."
+said Fuhrman.
+"That will do." Alex held up his rifle, checking the setting indicator, he slid it all the way up to 16
+(kill), paused a moment, then back down two notches to Maximum Stun.
+SNIP<br>
+Scene: BRIDGE<br>
+Lt. Jenn struggled against her captor. She needed to break free more than ever. Her captor needed a
+shower, bad! She tried to bend, turn and plant her knee in his groin, but his grip was too tight. "Release
+me, you pig!"
+"Hey, we have a feisty one here, kinda cute too!" said the disgusting one, probably the leader. Maril started
+to get up, but stopped at Zane motioning him to stay put.
+Zane then rose himself, "What's the meaning of
+this! Get off my ship. I will not negotiate with you at all.!" As he got up from his chair, the privateer
+beside Jennn and her captor leveled his weapon at Zane.
+"Commander, you better sit back down, or you'll be negotiain' with hole in your head."
+Zane grudgingly complied, "No one take any action. That's an order." The leader grinned, "That's better."
+He motioned to the one how had taken out J.C.
+"Come down here and check on him," pointing to their fallen
+comrade, laying on the deck in front of Maril.
+He looked up at his leader, "O.K. Cal." Cal shot a blast
+millimeters from the other Pirate's head.
+"Shut UP!, you Idiot! I said no names! Next time I won't miss!"
+The Pirate touched his head slightly where the beam had barely missed. Angry at being rebuked by his leader,
+he gave J.C.'s unconscious form a sharp kick to the side on his way down. He bent to check his stunned
+comrade," He's OK, just stunned boss". He got back up and stood behind Maril.
+Cal turned his attention to Zane, aiming his weapon at Jenn's forehead. "Now, Commander. Surrender. No
+conditions."
+Before Zane could speak, Maril shouted "You know we cannot surrender, especially to scum like
+you." Zane turned to silence the XO, except the butt of the nearby Pirates' rifle beat him to it. With a whop
+to the back of the head, Maril was out, slumped against his chair.
+"Commander, shut your people up, or I will shut them up for good!"...
+NRPG:
+Stun me, will you! My department to the rescue!!! Here come my Troops!
+Andy: I saved your chair. No one shot it, yet <G>
+Kristen: I knew you couldn't just stand still...
+Joseph: I knew you were there, but didn't think you would get shot. Maybe you were busy planning
+something???...???
+Max: Toche~!
+Submitted,<br>
+Ensign J.C. Allard<br>
+SEC-TAC USS FEYNMAN<br>
+Mike Dailey<br>
+Splatter2@qtm.net
+<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Party Time! Boarding Party, That Is.</h3>
+<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by
+Andrew Catterick 7-28-1996</h4>
+SD: 80728.0621 (GMT)<br>
+MD: 5.1230<br>
+><br>
+> "Still trying to get reports from the rest of the ship, sir," Allard said,<br>
+> groggy from the effeects of the stun shot. "Lieutenant Glin'kharr reports<br>
+> that sickbay is secure. I have not heard anything from engineering,<br>
+> though, from either the security teams I sent down or from LT Koreth."<br>
+><br>
+> Zane tapped his badge as the rest of the birdge crew got back to their<br>
+> positions, "Bridge to engineering. LT Koreth, please respond."<br>
+><br>
+> Every eye was on the commander as the comm remained silent...<br>
+"Commander Maril, Ensign Allard..."
+"On our way." The FO replied as he, Allard and part of the
+security team raced for the turbolifts. The rest took hold of their
+prisoners and began to move them down to the brig. Zane caught the eye of
+the senior NCO. "Place a double guard in the cell and make sure that
+everyone knows that the first person that falls asleep is walking home."
+"Aye sir."
+"Do we still have full control of the ship?" Zane asked as each
+station was checked.
+"Yes sir," Jenn replied. As Operations Manager she was in the
+best position to give an overall report on the ship. "Internal sensors
+are not picking up anything unusual in or around Engineering. It may just
+be that the comm-lines to engineering are down."
+"What's the damage control report say." Zane asked unconvinced,
+the alarm bells in his head were going off.
+"All systems on line and functioning." Krysa replied
+"Better have a damage team check out the comm system and the
+damage control computer." He turned to the FCO. "Plot a wide, elliptical
+course that will bring us back to the base in about....twelve hours."
+"Course laid in." Jerran answered as his fingers flew across the
+board. "We're heading back in?" He didn't sound exactly thrilled with
+the prospects.
+"The information we were sent to find is sitting back there. Now
+that we know what the inhabitants like to wear it shouldn't be too hard
+too insert an away team to do a little intelligence gathering." He moved
+closer to Jerran and gave him a slight nudge while gesturing over to
+Krysa. "Release me, you pig?"
+Krysa turned to her two friends, red slowly creeping across her
+face whicle she stifled a laugh. "It was the first thing that came
+out....well they did smell!"
+Soon the entire bridge was laughing, the tension of moments
+before slipping away.
+Respectfully,<br>
+Andy<br>
+-LT.CMDR Tarsa Rogers, Unassigned<br>
+-CMDR Zane, Commanding Officer, USS FEYNMAN<br>
+-CMDR Nigel Straun, TACFLEET Liason Officer, INDIGO 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: The Eye of the Storm</h3>
+<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Kristen Gant 7-28-1996</h4>
+Stardate: 80728.1104<br>
+Scene: Bridge<br>
+MD 5.1245<br>
+Zane motioned for a security team to head down to engineering as there was
+no report from Lt. Koreth. Then the rest of the bridge staff went into
+action.
+Medical staff had already stepped onto the bridge and were checking out
+Ens. Allard and Cmdr. Maril as Krysa straightened her uniform and took her
+place at Ops while security gathered up the four pirates to take them to
+the brig. “I’ll show you cute,” she muttered.
+Jerran chuckled, “Well, you can’t fault him for pointing out the obvious.”
+Krysa shot him a look. “Don’t start with me, Terri,” she said sternly, but
+he could tell by her smile, that she was pleased at the sideways
+compliment.
+“Sir the three ships are still waiting. Perhaps for a signal from the
+intruders,” Jerran reported.
+“We can’t take much more from them, sir.” Jenn said, her face furrowed in a
+frown. “Shields are still off-line, and without any help from engineering
+we’re sitting pretty helpless.”
+Zane nodded, “Mr. Jerran, can you get us drifting. I want to appear more
+then helpless.”
+“Aye, sir,” said Jerran with a grin. Playing helpless was easy.
+“I’m fine,” came a growl behind them. The turned to see Ens. Allard,
+pushing away the medical team. He shook his head a bit and stood to take
+his station. Zane looked at him questioningly.
+“I’m fine, sir. Honest. It was only a stun setting.”
+Zane looked at the med tech who shrugged, not willing to make an issue out
+of it. It was true Allard had only been stunned. And while the medical
+officers liked to check out stun victims thoroughly, it wasn’t very often
+an option on Starships. “Very well, Ens. See what you can do about our
+weapons systems.”
+Regards,<br>
+Lt. Krysa Jenn<br>
+****<br>
+NRPG: I know it’s not one of my better posts, but I missed all the good
+stuff :) I know, I know, it’ll serve me right for having a fun filled day
+of *shudder* yard work :) But today will make up for it :) :) We are going
+to the little festival put on by our ‘burb... Merri-go-rounds and bumper
+cars, don’t ya know....
+So anyway, this is my little attempt to stay in the swing of things :)
+Kristen
+<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Engineering and the Invasion</h3>
+<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Jason Bostjancic 7-28-1996</h4>
+MD: 5.1215 ?<br>
+The intruders had beamed into engineering
+and caught the Federation officers by surprise. Tarrant
+was working in a nearby jefferies tube when the attack
+came. The commotion caused the CEO to backtrack
+a little towards the main part of Engineering.
+"...and make sure we have the bridge." It was a
+rough voice, but sounded more like the person was
+trying to be that way.
+Tarrant managed to get close enough to see some of the
+situation. There were five of them that he could see, and
+by the voices he guessed three more out of sight.
+WO Dunnon, always the impulsive one unfortunately,
+spoke up "You can't do this. When Starfleet gets... AGH"
+The sound of a blunt object striking one's skull silenced the
+shield specialist.
+"STARFLEET... Your *precious* STARFLEET won't come here!"
+The voice was pure hatred.
+Tarrant could only sit there for the moment hoping that
+no one else would make such an impulsive move. He was
+wrong.
+Ens. Jerad thought it prudent to take action and attacked
+Dunnon's attacker. Unfortunately the Ensign was not
+overy adept at the fighting arts and was quickly thrown off.
+Tarrant saw his ACEO thrown into his field of vision.
+Then a second later a phaser blast vaporized him into
+nothingness.
+Tarrant bit down, stifleing the need to attack.
+"You IDIOT! We are suppost to be on *stun*!" Another
+phaser shot, but at lower power, shot out from beyond
+the Klingon's point of view. The shot hit the Engineering
+Communication's panel sending it into sparks.
+The trying-to-be-rough-voice sounded again. "Enough of
+this. Get Engineering secure. You two, get these prisoners
+over there."
+Tarrant backed up into the tube, and headed for another
+junction. He had to help get Security in there. After running
+through the maze Tarrant ended up in the walkway near
+Engineering. Carefully stryfing the wall the CEO shifted once
+again into the tactical roll.
+Ironicly he thought that he'd been doing this a lot lately.
+Just then he had to duck back as Engineering doors came
+into view. The two Security officers layed unconscious
+on the floor as two pirates had taken up their slots. Both
+human, or as far as Tarrant could tell, and with phaser
+rifles.
+He wanted to get Security, but if the rest of the bridge was
+in such a shape, then there might not be any help.
+From Engineering Tarrant could pretty much retake the ship
+with little help.... but that was the trick.
+It was now or never... "please... please don't shoot me."
+the voice Tarrant used sounded like a combination of
+Lt. Jenn and Cmdr. Maril. He was not an actor.
+For added affect he used his rather rough voice
+for a laugh. Then set up in position. One of the guards came
+arround and Tarrant didn't hesitate. He lept foreward like a
+tiger surprising the guard. Getting in close enough, the
+partial Klingon eliminated any chance of the long rifle shooting
+him. One powerful blow to the man's neck was all it took.
+He wouldn't die quickly, but the esophagus was now crushed,
+and would slowly suffocate him. Tarrant grabbed the dropped
+rifle and took up position again.
+"What the hell was that?" the second guard came around
+more cautiously.
+They fired at the same time. Tarrant found himself struck in the arm,
+where'as the pirate guard was hit dead center. The
+situation made the CEO think of Ens. Allard's firearm
+qualification test. He grinned as the pain from the blast came.
+It was more of a grimace. A little smore arose from
+his hurt arm.
+Just then three security officers came around the corner and
+nearly shot him. At least now he had backups
+to retake Engineering. If they didn't react and kill him first.
+<NRPG>
+Someone else take it from here. Since we've somehow
+already taken Engineering back <G>
+I seem to have missed the post that put us in this mess,
+but I have all the ones explaining what happened after,
+and how we all reacted.
+Sorry for the silence, but all I had until today were assorted NRPG's.
+Respectfully,<br>
+Jason<br>
+Lieutenant Cmdr. Tirrin Vorak - OPS/2O - USS SERAPIS<br>
+Lieutenant Tarrant L. Koreth - CEO - USS FEYNMAN<br>
+"Quoth the Raven 'Nevermore'"
+<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: It's Not Over 'Till the Fat Lady Sings</h3>
+<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by
+Melanie Pocknall 7-30-1996</h4>
+SD: 80730.0445<br>
+MD: 5.1230 (Slight backpost)<br>
+Scene: Bridge<br>
+Meleah stod motionless as the pirates beamed onto the bridge. She saw one
+right behind Allard but wasn't quick enough to stop him from being stunned.
+The pirate then turned around and trained the phaser on her. "I wouldn't
+come any closer, sister."
+Meleah tilted her head to one side, a confused look on her face. "Why would
+you not come any closer?"
+The pirate gave a short laugh. "You think you're real smart, don't you?"
+"As a matter of fact...." Meleah's sentence was cut off by Zane.
+"Don't say anything, Lieutenant."
+Meleah saw that it was a tense situation and wisely decided not to say any more.
+<<SNIP>>
+As Jerran threw one pirate away from him, Meleah moved forward to make sure
+the other one would not cause any trouble but fortunately, the pirate was
+knocked down. Keeping out of the way of the phaser fire, she went around to
+the pirate who was still clutching his stomach, and grabbed him in a
+forceful hold. "Are you alright, Lt?" she asked Krysa.
+"I think so."
+One of the security officers came to escort the pirate Meleah held to the
+brig, while Zane pieced together reports from around the ship.
+>"Still trying to get reports from the rest of the ship, sir," Allard said,<br>
+>groggy from the effeects of the stun shot. "Lieutenant Glin'kharr reports<br>
+>that sickbay is secure. I have not heard anything from engineering,<br>
+>though, from either the security teams I sent down or from LT Koreth."<br>
+><br>
+>Zane tapped his badge as the rest of the birdge crew got back to their<br>
+>positions, "Bridge to engineering. LT Koreth, please respond."<br>
+><br>
+>Every eye was on the commander as the comm remained silent...<br>
+Although no-one openly showed nervousness as to what may have occurred in
+engineering, it could be felt by everyone, including Meleah. There were
+very few explanations for the CEO's non response.
+Allard and Maril were sent down to Engineering to look for Koreth. Meleah
+then stepped forward. "Cmdr, I believe that I could be of some use as part
+of the security team."
+Zane comsidered. He remembered her training as a security officer, and had
+heard of her proficiency in the phaser test. "Okay."
+"Thank-you, sir." Meleah went directly to the turbolift, and met up with
+the others just outside Engineering.
+Allard eased himself around the entrance and just as Meleah and Maril
+followed him into Engineering, there was a volley of phaser fire. Both
+officers managed to avoid the fire but there were a couple of unfortunate
+security officers who didn't. Those in Starfleet returned fire at the three
+pirates that they could see, and eventually one was hit. When he went down,
+the other two ran.
+Allard stood up and started following them, half of his team automatically
+following his lead. "Ockjii," he said to the Andorian officer, "you take
+half the team and search engineering. Lt, you stay here," he said as he was
+already at the exit where the pirates had gone.
+Meleah looked around her. Many of the Engineering staff were lying down,
+but at this point she was unable to tell who was injured, or even dead.
+While security started searching, she started looking for the injured. And
+for Lt. Koreth.
+She heard what sounded to be like a volley of phaser shots, a far distance
+away, and went towards the sound. Her phaser in her right hand, she
+cautiously looked around the corner and saw Koreth, a few security guards,
+and some bodies lying on the floor. "I take it you won," she observed.
+"For the moment," Koreth replied. "There shouldn't be too many more,"
+fingering his phaser as if willing the pirates to come out.
+"Ens Allard and Cmdr Maril are currently chasing two more intruders who were
+in the main part of engineering."
+"Then we have a chance. Follow me."
+The small group advanced carefully towards main engineering, and when they
+found no-one there but a few Starfleet officers still lying on the ground,
+Koreth advanced to the main control panel. "They've blown communications,
+shields, and came close to damaging the main links to the engines. As it
+is, we don't have enough power to go to warp." Motioning to the security
+officers, he said, "Watch for those pirates. Lt," turning back to Meleah,
+"I'll need some help getting the engines back to full power."
+Before they could get started, two pirates (different ones from before) came
+into view. One security officer was downed before the others opened fire.
+With deadly accuracy, Meleah shot both of the pirates, her phaser only on
+stun. Had it not been, the pirates would have been dead instantly.
+Immediately afterwards, she noticed that Koreth was favouring his injured
+arm but upon recalling that he was part Klingon, and Klingons tend to ignore
+minor injuries, she did not say anything, and they started working on the
+engines.
+----
+NRPG:
+(This was started a couple of days ago and modified accordingly to the
+subsequent posts.)
+Anyone who thought that Meleah would stay out of the action was wrong. She
+doesn't deliberately look for it but she has a way of getting into the thick
+of things.
+Max: Wow, a Command shift! I didn't even know Meleah would be qualified.
+She'll certainly want to practice those Command skills.
+Sincerely yours,
+Lt. Meleah, CSciO, USS FEYNMAN, Silver Fleet.
+Melanie Pocknall.
+<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: I Have a Headache</h3>
+<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Kristen Gant 7-30-1996</h4>
+Stardate: 80730.2233<br>
+SD: 5.1900<br>
+Scene: 10-Forward<br>
+“Thanks Bat, it was wonderful.” Krysa told the Bartender, then added, “As
+usual.”
+Bat grinned happily, “Always a pleasure, my dear.”
+“Unfortunately it didn’t help. I still have a headache.”
+Bat laughed. “You are the only woman I know who tries to cure a headache
+with food.”
+Krysa grinned, “Don’t laugh, it usually works.” She sighed, “Ah well, I’m
+sure it’s just from where that creep grabbed my neck. I’m going to go to
+sickbay and get something for it.”
+“Probably a good idea.”
+Krysa waved as she headed out of 10-Forward. She rubbed her temple where
+the pounding only seemed to be getting worse. This was the second one in so
+many days. Luckily the first had gone away after that delicious piece of
+hot apple pie. This one would even budge after a large dish of Bat’s
+special Irish stew.
+Krysa walked into Sickbay and was met by Dr. Glin’kharr. “What are you
+still doing on duty, Doctor.”
+“A doctor’s work is never done, Lt. What can I do for you?”
+“I have this horrible headache that I can’t seem to get rid of.” She
+explained.
+“What have you taken for it?”
+“Well, actually only Bat’s stew,” she grinned.
+Raising an eyebrow at her, Glin’kharr decided not to ask. He pulled out a
+hypospray. Checking it carefully first, Glin’kharr put it to Krysa
+shoulder. “This should take care of it in a blink.”
+“I hope so.”
+“Are you prone to headaches?”
+Krysa nodded, “Though not so much as I used to be. I’m sure you’ve read in
+my records about my head injury when I was 16. I got horrible headaches for
+several years following. Still get them every so often.”
+“How do you usually take care of them?”
+Krysa grinned, “Usually they’ll go away if I eat something.”
+“Interesting.”
+“Though I did get grabbed by the neck today during the intruder alert.” She
+pushed her dark hair back from her neck so Glin’kharr could see the bright
+plum bruise that had formed on the back left side of her neck.
+“I see. You should have gotten that taken care of earlier.”
+“I didn’t have time.”
+The doctor growled, “I’m sure. But you still need to have things like this
+taken care of. One of these days it might be serious.”
+“Yes, sir.” said Krysa with a smile. She quickly took it off her face when
+Glin’kharr didn’t smile back.
+“Tip your head this way, please.” Krysa did exactly as he asked while he
+tended to her bruised neck.
+When he finished, he asked, “How’s your headache?”
+“Completely gone. Even faster the a hot fudge sundae,” she chuckled.
+“Of that I have no doubt,” said Glin’kharr.
+Krysa thanked the doctor and left for her quarters to get a short nap
+before they arrived at the base.
+****<br>
+MD: 6.0030<br>
+Krysa’s alarm went off and she quickly got up and dressed so she’d be on
+the bridge as they approached the base.
+Regards,<br>
+Lt. Krysa Jenn<br>
+****<br>
+NRPG: Well, I wrote us to the base, so we are safe from that solor class
+ship that backed into something... at least for a while :)
+Kristen
+<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Evading the Pirates</h3>
+<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Joseph Baker 7-30-1996</h4>
+SD: 80730.1857<br>
+MD: 5.1300<br>
+The pirate ships were quite easy to evade now that their crews were all on
+the FEYNMAN trying to reap its technological treasures, with little
+success. The mines were a little bit more difficult to dodge, though, as
+they were stil under the control of the pirate base. Even under minimal
+impulse power, LT Jerran was able to maneuver away with only a couple of
+them exploding, causing minimal damage to the ship's shielding.
+"We've cleared the minefield, Captain," he reported. "Proceeding on the
+elliptical orbit you specified. ETA back at the pirate base, 11 hours,
+.9 minutes and counting."
+"None of the pirate ships are pursuing," LT Jenn added.
+Zane nodded and said, "It would appear that they sent all their people
+over to try and capture us. So much the better."
+"Security reports coming in from Engineering, sir," Tamarov reported.
+"They say they've got the situation mostly in hand, with a few stragglers
+yet to be accounted for. They've managed to do some moderate damage to
+the warp core. We won't have that back online for a few hours, at least."
+"LT Jenn, divert all remaining power from the fusion reactors to the
+sensor systems and bring the emergency reactors and batteries up to full
+standby just in case something happens."
+"Aye, sir," the OPS officer said.
+<NRPG>
+Welllll, I know this was short and sweet, but I just wanted to set it up
+for us to get back to do the infiltration thing. That oughta be fun :)
+We should be back at the base by 6.0100, unless anything big, ugly, and
+with three nacelles comes up and attacks us.
+<pre style="font-weight: bold; background-color: #303030; color: #ccc7e1;">
+****************************************************************************
+* jobaker@chuma.cas.usf.edu       *    jbaker@deans2.cas.usf.edu           *
+****************************************************************************
+* Joseph Baker                                                             *
+* University of South Florida                                              *
+****************************************************************************
+* Daisemi'in rhhaensuriuu            * Of the Chief parts of the           *
+* meillunsiateve                     * Ruling Passion only this            *
+* rh'e Mnhei'sahe yie ahr'en:        * Can be truly said:                  *
+* Mnahe afw'ein qiuu,                * Hate has a reason for everything    *
+* rh'e hweithnaef                    * But love is unreasonable            *
+* mrht Heis'he ehl'ein qiuu          * --Rihannsu Proverb                  *
+****************************************************************************
+</pre>
+<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Arrival</h3>
+<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by
+Melanie Pocknall 7-31-1996</h4>
+SD: 80731.0920<br>
+MD: 5.1545<br>
+Scene: Bridge<br>
+Meleah stepped out of the turbolift onto the bridge. Because some of the
+other senoir officers were in need of medical attention, she had been called
+upon to command Beta shift. Because she did not need any sleep, and was not
+damaged, she was a logical choice for the position. LtCmdr Maril was in the
+command chair, and he stood up when Meleah came into view. "Cmdr, Dr.
+Glin'kharr wishes you to go down to Sickbay as soon as your shift has finished."
+"Thank-you," he replied and proceeded to inform her of the situation
+(nothing had really happened so far). He then left the bridge and Meleah
+seated herself in the command chair. This was her first command shift on
+the Feynman, and in an unusual sort of way, she was looking forward to it.
+She made the usual department checks, keep an eye out for the pirates, and
+generaly had a uneventful shift. But she didn't get bored simply because
+she couldn't get bored.
+At 0030 hours, as her extended shift was up, she tapped her badge and said,
+"Bridge to Cmdr Maril."
+There was a few seconds wait, then a groggy sounding voice said [Yes]
+"We are exactly thirty minutes away from the pirate base. The Captain
+informed me that all senior officers were to be on the bridge, if possible,
+when we arrived."
+[I'm on my way.]
+Meleah then switched her attention to Zane. "Bridge to Cmdr Zane."
+[Yes?] sounded a voice that indicated he was wide awake.
+"We are twenty-nine minutes away from arrival"
+[Thank-you, Lt.]
+A few minutes later, Zane, Maril, Krysa, and Allard arrived. Jerran had
+arrived slightly earlier than the others and was already seated at his
+station. Meleah relinquished the chair, which she had investigated during
+her shift, and took up her chair at the science station as Ens Loth was
+still in sickbay.
+------
+NRPG:
+Meleah just *had* to sit in the command chair! This makes my nrpg post
+partly redundant, although I still wish to know how often Meleah would have
+a command shift.
+Sincerely yours,
+Lt. Meleah, CSciO, USS FEYNMAN, Silver Fleet.
+Melanie Pocknall.
+<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Unexpected</h3>
+<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Max Felsher 7-31-1996</h4>
+SD 80731.1200(GMT)<br>
+MD 6.0100<br>
+Scene: Bridge<br>
+As the Feynman neared the pirate base,
+Commander Zane turned to Maril.
+"Commander, I want you to lead an
+infiltration team into the base. Take who you
+want."
+"Sir, don't you think we would be like the
+giants walking into Asligo?"
+"Yes, you probably would stick out. However,
+our mission is to infiltrate, and that's what
+we'll do."
+"Aye, sir. Now, hmm...Mr. Allard, Mr.
+Jerran, and Mr. Lee, you're with me. I'd also
+like an NCO each from the Engineering department,
+the Science Department, and the Security
+Department."
+"We will also need appropriate clothing. I'd
+like you to find that, Ensign Lee. And also we
+will need a way to sneak into the base without
+anyone realizing that we beamed in from the
+Feynman. Lt. Meleah, that's your job."
+"Develop a cover character for each of
+yourselves. Keep in mind that we will be pirates,
+and for efficiency's sake, we will keep ourselves
+in a rough chain of command. We will go over
+everything at 0200 hours and we will depart at
+hours. Is everything understood?"
+"Yes, sir," was heard throughout the Bridge.
+"Do you think you could have been a little
+more direct, Commander?" Zane smiled as everyone
+got to their duties.
+Maril shrugged. "I just didn't want to
+forget anything."
+MD 6.0245
+Pirate Base:Cargo(Loot?) Hold 4
+Maril, along with the six other officers,
+stood, looking around at what these pirates had
+stolen over time. Of course, the pirates could
+have kept the loot on their ships, but they
+probably wanted to keep things light, and so used
+the cargo to buy things and pay for food. This
+was that loot--the loot that had been used as
+currency on the base.
+Finally, someone found the door. It would
+have been hard to get in from the outside, but
+being inside, that wasn't a problem. Maril
+ordered the Engineering officer to try to find
+some way to allow them to get back in if they
+needed to. He wasn't greedy; he simply thought
+they might need to get back in at some point.
+Maril had chosen to act the part of a tough
+pirate captain who had gotten into many a battle--
+just not any that anyone on the base could
+remember.
+"Everyone, out, now!" he yelled in a grumpy
+tone.
+By this time, the Engineering officer had
+finished. No one was surprised by Maril's tone of
+voice; they just acted their parts and grumbled as
+they shuffled out of the hold.
+"C'mon, you lot of traitors, get to the
+docks," he muttered.
+The sun has met the sea,<br>
+Lt. Commander Onta Maril,<br>
+First Officer, USS Feynman,<br>
+aka Max Felsher<br>
+NRPG:
+Ha, there you are. And you thought this was going
+to be boring. ;)
+To quote Joseph(with a slight modification): BTW,
+Andy made me do it. <BG>
+All: I left everything a little vague so you can
+fill in the details. You can write the 0200
+meeting if you want. I just didn't want to, not
+knowing what people would come up with.
+Andy: I hope this is what you had in mind. :)
+Kristen, Melanie, Ted, Jason: Have a good time up
+on the Feymnan!
+Joseph, Mike, Donna: Okay, develop a character for
+your character to act, and let's get out into this
+base! :) Note that Maril is "in command". Also
+note that we have devised no way to get back to
+the Feynman. :D
+Jason, Melanie, Mike: Please pick one NPC from your
+department to accompany the away team. You may
+play that NPC, or not.
+Melanie: If you can, try to figure out some way for
+us to get into the base, hopefully the cargo hold,
+since that's where I wrote the team being.
+Donna: As said in the post, please figure out what
+the pirates would probably wear.

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USS FEYNMAN: Staffing

by Andrew Catterick 7-1-1996

USS FEYNMAN: Homecoming, Finally

by Joseph Baker 7-2-1996

USS FEYNMAN: Work & Relaxation

by Max Felsher 7-2-1996

USS FEYNMAN: How to Live With Sadness

by Kristen Gant 7-2-1996

USS FEYNMAN: Readyroom--->CINCSILVER

by Andrew Catterick 7-3-1996

SB EPSILON (To Feynman with Love) I

by Mike Dawe 7-4-1996

SB EPSILON (To Feynman with Love) II

by Mike Dawe 7-4-1996

NRPG: Re: SB EPSILON (To Feynman with Love) I

by Kristen Gant 7-5-1996

SB EPSILON (To Feynman with Love) III

by Andrew Catterick 7-5-1996

USS FEYNMAN: What a Day On EPSILON

by Kristen Gant 7-5-1996

USS FEYNMAN: Reporting 4 Duty

by Michael "Mike" Dailey 7-6-1996

USS FEYNMAN: Reviewing, Welcome, Orders, and BrOTWork & Relaxation

by Max Felsher 7-6-1996

USS FEYNMAN: Rules of Engagement

by Joseph Baker 7-7-1996

USS FEYNMAN: Prelude to Disaster

by Andrew Catterick 7-8-1996

USS FEYNMAN: Ready Room

by Max Felsher 7-8-1996

USS FEYNMAN: Night Before the Briefing

by Joseph Baker 7-9-1996

USS FEYNMAN: Shore Leave

by Kristen Gant 7-9-1996

USS FEYNMAN: Settling In

by Michael "Mike" Dailey 7-9-1996

USS FEYNMAN: Settling In Part 2

by Michael "Mike" Dailey 7-9-1996

USS FEYNMAN: Fish Out of Water...

by Joseph Baker 7-9-1996

USS FEYNMAN: How About a Swim?

by Kristen Gant 7-10-1996

USS FEYNMAN: A Whole New World

by Jason Bostjancic 7-10-1996

USS FEYNMAN: Ready-room-->Swim

by Andrew Catterick 7-10-1996

USS FEYNMAN: MSG REPLY (Before Briefing)

by Michael "Mike" Dailey 7-11-1996

USS FEYNMAN: During and After the Meeting

by Joseph Baker 7-12-1996

USS FEYNMAN: Allard's Input

by Michael "Mike" Dailey 7-12-1996

USS FEYNMAN: Maril's View

by Max Felsher 7-13-1996

USS FEYNMAN: Allard's Input (Cont.)

by Andrew Catterick 7-13-1996

USS FEYNMAN: CEO Briefing

by Jason Bostjancic 7-14-1996

USS FEYNMAN: Phaser Qualifications

by Michael "Mike" Dailey 7-14-1996

USS FEYNMAN: The Captain's New Clothes... er Chair

by Jason Bostjancic 7-15-1996

USS FEYNMAN: Tying Things Up Before Leaving

by Joseph Baker 7-15-1996

USS FEYNMAN: Media Darlings

by Andrew Catterick 7-15-1996

USS FEYNMAN: Before Mission

by Michael "Mike" Dailey 7-15-1996

USS FEYNMAN: Let's Blow This Joint! :)

by Joseph Baker 7-16-1996

USS FEYNMAN: Finishing Up Shore Leave

by Kristen Gant 7-16-1996

USS FEYNMAN: BrOT, Phaser Qualifications, and Unfurling the Sails

by Max Felsher 7-16-1996

USS FEYNMAN: Wine, Friends and Laughte

by Andrew Catterick 7-17-1996