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<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Staffing</h3>
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Mike Dailey<br>
Mike Dailey<br>
Splatter2@qtm.net<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>


<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: How About a Swim?</h3>
"I think the cadets are coming along rather well," ENS Cartwright said as
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Kristen Gant 7-10-1996</h4>
she and Jerran walked into his room. He immediately went over to his
Stardate: 80710<br>
bedroom to change out of the flight jumpsuit he was wearing and into a
Scene: Holodeck 3<br>
regular duty uniform for the briefing in a half an hour. "I'm glad the
SLD: 2.1330 (Mission briefing is at 2.1400 right?)<br>
Training Corp let decided to let them stay for the next mission."


Krysa had barely finished initializing her holo-novel when she got a
As Jerran washed up and put on a new shirt, he nodded and said, "Yeah, but
message from Commander Zane that she needed to have her briefing program
I'd still prefer to get some real pilots for this next mission. If the
ready for the mission briefing. She had almost forgotten. Kavan’s novel
tone of CMDR Maril's voice on that message about the briefing was any
would have to wait. She stored that program and brought out her briefing
indication, we might need them. Computer, list messages."
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.”
[One message forwarded by WO1 Charles Dunnon, originally from ENS Allard.]


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


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


“I wouldn’t think of letting you down,” he said with a grin, attempting to
"Wasn't that a little harsh?" Jennifer said as she plopped herself down on
push the late night/early morning look from his face. “I’m ready when you
the couch. "Afterall, this probably is his first deep space assignment."
are.” he asked her.


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


<Program now running. Enter when ready.>
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."


Krysa walked through the open doorway into a small room, followed closely
"Oh, I guess you're right. As soon as the meeting is over, I'll go down
by Bat. On one wall was a long table with eight PADD’s set out. On the
and help put together some of the damage I created. A couple of the new
wall opposite the Arch was an open door way with a blue shimmering energy
shuttles should be arriving sometime around then, so you'll have to get
field blocking it.
them and catalog them."


<Good Morning, Krysa,> came her own voice over the speakers, <Please take
"Aye, sir," she said with a mock salute from the couch as he walked out
a PADD and enter through the blue doorway.>
toward the holodeck.


Bat smiled, “Much better then the old computer voice,”
<nowiki>---------------------------------------------</nowiki><br>
Scene: Holodeck<br>


<Good Morning, Bat> Krysa’s voice said again, <Welcome to today’s mission
Considering the holonovel LT Jenn was working on this morning when LTJG
briefing.>
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.


Krysa chuckled. She picked up a PADD and motioned for Bat to head through
He picked up a PADD and walked towards the door, thinking it was a
the doorway.
forcefield. He touched it lightly with his hand and felt it go through
water. Smiling, he walked through the threshhold, holding his breath.


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


“You’ll see,” she said with a grin.
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
“Ladies, first,” he objected.
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          *
****************************************************************************
* 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                  *
****************************************************************************
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<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>


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


Bat shrugged, “I should know better by now,” he murmured more to himself
“You look tired, Bat.”
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
“Oh please, don’t remind me. I took some of the guys down to Epsilon last
could feel the water as soft currents carried it like a breeze around her.
night. They had to kick us out sometime this morning. I am tired!”
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
Krysa chuckled. “Well, I hope you’re up for this.”
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
“I wouldn’t think of letting you down,” he said with a grin, attempting to
laughed, glad to see he was enjoying it.
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,
“So what do you think,” She called. While she could talk under the water,
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"Quoth the Raven 'Nevermore'"
"Quoth the Raven 'Nevermore'"
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Fish Out of Water...</h3>
 
<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  
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by  
Joseph Baker 7-9-1996</h4>
Andrew Catterick 7-10-1996</h4>
SD: 80709.1935 (GMT)<br>
SD:80710<br>
SLD: 2.1330<br>
Scene: Ready-room<br>
Scene: FCO's quarters<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.


"I think the cadets are coming along rather well," ENS Cartwright said as
"Captain," He began again, trying desperately to remain calm "I
she and Jerran walked into his room. He immediately went over to his
have told you several times. Please read my report, or the report of any
bedroom to change out of the flight jumpsuit he was wearing and into a
other member of the senior staff and you will see that the shuttles
regular duty uniform for the briefing in a half an hour. "I'm glad the
were..."
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
[Commander let me assure you that I have indeed read the fiction
I'd still prefer to get some real pilots for this next mission. If the
you call a report and let me just say that I've been around long enough to
tone of CMDR Maril's voice on that message about the briefing was any
have heard all the excuses and this feeble attempt at one won't wash.
indication, we might need them. Computer, list messages."
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.


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


"Ah, our new security chief. Play message."
The door chime interrupted his silent victory. "Come."


As he got dressed, the FCO listened to the CSO's message concerning
"Sorry to bother you Captain I just have to get your signature and
beefing up the flight department with other types of fighters. He raised
some reports, fuel consumption, docking transcripts etc."
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
Zane accepted the offered PADD and began to scan the reports.
the couch. "Afterall, this probably is his first deep space assignment."
"Where's Chief Larocque?"


"True, but he's got to learn this from someone. Better it be me and my
"He, uh....well he asked me to assist you today on account of his
style than for him to do the exact same thing with someone like LT Koreth
being dead. Sir."
and end up getting his head bitten off for it."


He walked over and kissed Jennifer before walking towards the door. As he
"I see. Would this be a Bat Durensten induced death Yeoman?"
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
"I'm not sure sir. The Chief was late for our morning brief so I
and help put together some of the damage I created. A couple of the new
stopped by his cabin to make sure he was okay....."
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
"And." Zane prompted.
toward the holodeck.


<nowiki>---------------------------------------------</nowiki><br>
"He was passed out on the floor and two others were in similar
Scene: Holodeck<br>
positions."


Considering the holonovel LT Jenn was working on this morning when LTJG
"Barron and Fuhrman." It was a statement not a question. "Wasn't
Jerran had passed by her in the hallway, he was somewhat expecting to see
Bat there?"
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
"No sir. Actually I stopped by 10-Forward before I went to the
forcefield. He touched it lightly with his hand and felt it go through
Chief's quarters, in case he was having a late breakfast and had forgotten
water. Smiling, he walked through the threshhold, holding his breath.
our meeting. Mr. Durensten was there, polishing his glass and seemed
quite....healthy."


As a half Vulcan, he was too genetically inclined to swim underwater,
"I see." He handed back the PADD.
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
"Will there be anything else sir?"
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                  *
****************************************************************************
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<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
"No. Thank-you Lieutenant."<br>
a headache. You have your shuttles but I will be investigating <nowiki>*all*</nowiki> of
_______________________________________________<br>
the facts as to just why you need so many replacements at one time. And
Scene: Holodeck 3<br>
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
Entering the holodeck Zane found himself in a small room with rock
have told you several times. Please read my report, or the report of any
walls. In the center was a table with a number of PADDs on top.
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
<nowiki><Good mooring Captain. Please take a PADD an enter through the
you call a report and let me just say that I've been around long enough to
blue door.></nowiki>
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
Following the instructions he soon found himself standing in a
primal scream to release the pent up rage and frustration. He instead
huge room. It took him a second to realize that he was completely
opted for a beverage to help calm him down. "Coffee, Mocha Java, hot."
submerged in water! And he was able to breathe comfortably. In front of
He picked up the replicated cup and returned to his desk. <nowiki>*God she hates
him. trident in hand, was what he thought resembled a Merman, if his
me.*</nowiki> He thought. <nowiki>*Ever since Bat and I 'liberated' the NOGURA she's been
memories of Earth mythology were correct.
out to get me. Well,*</nowiki> he smiled. <nowiki>*Not this time.*</nowiki>


The door chime interrupted his silent victory. "Come."
<nowiki><Good tide to you sir.> The merman gestured with his trident <If
you will follow me.></nowiki>


"Sorry to bother you Captain I just have to get your signature and
It was at this time Zane remembered he couldn't swim. Seeming to
some reports, fuel consumption, docking transcripts etc."
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>


Zane accepted the offered PADD and began to scan the reports.
Gratefully Zane accepted the offered trident and was soon gliding
"Where's Chief Larocque?"
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>


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


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


"I'm not sure sir. The Chief was late for our morning brief so I
It was with a slight feeling of disappointment he came to a
stopped by his cabin to make sure he was okay....."
gentle 'landing' in the underwater conference chamber.


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


"He was passed out on the floor and two others were in similar
The OPS officer offered a platter. "Scallops?"
positions."


"Barron and Fuhrman." It was a statement not a question. "Wasn't
Zane wrinkled his nose. Even with his overly-healthy appetite
Bat there?"
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."


"No sir. Actually I stopped by 10-Forward before I went to the
"Good thing you have to swim your way out of here or you'd never
Chief's quarters, in case he was having a late breakfast and had forgotten
fit in that chair you've got the engineering staff slaving away on." Bat
our meeting. Mr. Durensten was there, polishing his glass and seemed
added as he moved a few bowls around on the buffet.
quite....healthy."


"I see." He handed back the PADD.
"Ah Mr. Bartender. Would you mind telling me why three crew
members missed their shifts today."


"Will there be anything else sir?"
"You know I'm really disappointed in those boys. They just don't
make'em like they used to."


"No. Thank-you Lieutenant."<br>
"Yes well they'll be pulling double-duty for the next two weeks
_______________________________________________<br>
thanks to your little 'outing' last night."
Scene: Holodeck 3<br>


Entering the holodeck Zane found himself in a small room with rock
Bat sighed. "Well, can't say I blame you. It is too bad, they
walls. In the center was a table with a number of PADDs on top.
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.


<nowiki><Good mooring Captain. Please take a PADD an enter through the
Noticing that all of the senior staff had arrived Zane sat at the
blue door.></nowiki>
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.


Following the instructions he soon found himself standing in a
"Before we get into our upcoming mission specifics I want to
huge room. It took him a second to realize that he was completely
address our current staffing situation. As you know, Lt. Krazny has not
submerged in water! And he was able to breathe comfortably. In front of
awoken from his coma. Unfortunately the blow to his head has done much
him. trident in hand, was what he thought resembled a Merman, if his
more damage to his brain than it was first assumed. The result being that
memories of Earth mythology were correct.
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.


<nowiki><Good tide to you sir.> The merman gestured with his trident <If
"Next," the captain continued, "it seems EPSILON dispatched us a
you will follow me.></nowiki>
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."


It was at this time Zane remembered he couldn't swim. Seeming to
"Yes sir." The wolf replied, perhaps a little unhappily.
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
"Fortunately, we have been sent a replacement for the CSO slot.
through the warm waters beside his guide. All too soon they came to a
For those of you who have not already done so meet Ensign J.C. Allard.
cave opening and near the seabed. His guide stopped and pointed to the
Welcome aboard Ensign."
mouth of the cave. <nowiki><Follow the cave and you will find what you seek.></nowiki>


"Thank you for your help."
"Thank-you sir."


Once again underway, he found himself enjoying his 'swim' as he
The captain paused for a sip of his coffee. He was now so
darted through the narrow confines of the cave, the initial fear of his
comfortable in the underwater setting that he didn't even consider how he
predicament replaced by the exhilaration at the maneuvers the staff was
was able to consume the liquid while being submerged. "Now, Mr. Jerran,
allowing him to mdo.
you have put me in a very bad position."


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


"Well I have to admit I was very surprised when I found myself
"The loss of an entire complement of secondary vessels is not
under water but I really did enjoy myself. Good work Lieutenant."
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."


The OPS officer offered a platter. "Scallops?"
"I'm not sure I follow sir." the FCO replied.


Zane wrinkled his nose. Even with his overly-healthy appetite
Zane rose. "Front and center Mr. Jerran."
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
As the surprised Jerran rose from his seat and walked/floated
fit in that chair you've got the engineering staff slaving away on." Bat
towards the captain he noticed the small black box in Zane's hand.
added as he moved a few bowls around on the buffet.


"Ah Mr. Bartender. Would you mind telling me why three crew
"Since coming aboard you have consistently performed your duties
members missed their shifts today."
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."


"You know I'm really disappointed in those boys. They just don't
<<<Joesph: Feel Free to respond>>>
make'em like they used to."


"Yes well they'll be pulling double-duty for the next two weeks
While the newly promoted officer returned to his seat Zane
thanks to your little 'outing' last night."
remained standing. "This last mission was perhaps the toughest, most
 
intense two days this ship has ever seen. It was certainly the closest
Bat sighed. "Well, can't say I blame you. It is too bad, they
we, as a group, came to our deaths. I am very proud of the results that
were only letting off steam after facing death and winning. Still if you
the entire ship's complement created together but a special nod must of
can't pay the piper....Ah Mr. Koreth I have some seafood here I saved
course be given to the medical and science departments who bore the brunt
especially for you." Bat made a quick get away, knowing Zane was getting
of this plague and conquered it. But even with all this expertise there
around to his own chastisement.
were still two that stood out from the rest. Commander Maril, Lieutenant
Glin'kharr."


Noticing that all of the senior staff had arrived Zane sat at the
Surprised both officers rose and moved to the head of the table.
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
"Without your perseverance in the face of incredible odds, your
address our current staffing situation. As you know, Lt. Krazny has not
leadership, your intelligence and your sacrifices, I am certain that we
awoken from his coma. Unfortunately the blow to his head has done much
would have all succumbed to the plague. I am pleased and honoured to
more damage to his brain than it was first assumed. The result being that
present you both with the Leonard McCoy Medal for Medical Excellence." He
he could emerge from his coma today, next month or never." Zane sighed
pinned the medal on each officer. "Well done!"
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.
<<<Feel free to respond.>>>


"Next," the captain continued, "it seems EPSILON dispatched us a
Zane gave the assembled group some time to congratulate their
CSciO while we were out at the Ring. Unfortunately he is missing and
comrades as well as 'settle down' a bit from the excitement before
presumed dead. There are ships out searching but it is presumed the
continuing.
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.
"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."


"Fortunately, we have been sent a replacement for the CSO slot.
"As some of you are aware the last few months have seen increased
For those of you who have not already done so meet Ensign J.C. Allard.
acts of piracy, especially in the vicinity of the 'sack. Fleet thinks
Welcome aboard Ensign."
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."


"Thank-you sir."
"Will we be engaging these bases?" The new CSO asked.


The captain paused for a sip of his coffee. He was now so
"No, our priority is to find the bases and pass the information
comfortable in the underwater setting that he didn't even consider how he
along to EPSILON for future operations. The FEYNMAN can outgun any of the
was able to consume the liquid while being submerged. "Now, Mr. Jerran,
pirate ships we've seen so far. But a large number of them could do some
you have put me in a very bad position."
real damage."


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


"The loss of an entire complement of secondary vessels is not
"Because this will be a high-profile mission. The Admiral wants
something the SILVER QM takes very lightly. She and I have had some
everyone to know who is going, where we're going and when. Which brings
run-ins before but the conversation I just had with her was, to say the
me to the second part of our mission. The Admiral has done some digging
least, distressing. Now not only do I have to explain to the QM but also
and found that the mystery fleet we ran into at the Ring is made up of
Starfleet Command why we are in need of so many replacements at the same
some washed-out officers who have commandeered ships from GREY Fleet. It
time but why I have seemingly rewarded the individual most responsible for
seems that they and there sympathizers in the hierarchy feel if they 'come
their destruction."
to the rescue' the public will demand they get reinstated. So, if they
know were going in to find the pirates...."


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


Zane rose. "Front and center Mr. Jerran."
"Well after the last mission I asked the Admiral for something
with a little bit more tension."


As the surprised Jerran rose from his seat and walked/floated
"Just how do you propose we face those four warships?"
towards the captain he noticed the small black box in Zane's hand.


"Since coming aboard you have consistently performed your duties
"Its not nearly as bad as it seems. One. The officers aboard
far above expectations, you have shown yourself to be an excellent
are in GREY Fleet because they couldn't cut it in the real fleet. Two
officer, and excellent leader and essential part of the senior staff both
those ships are there because they weren't able to get up to specs during
through your actions and your ideas." He pulled the hollow pip from
their design. The SOLAR and AGAMEMNON class vessels are the original
Jerran's collar and replaced it with a second full one. I hereby promote
prototypes and were scrapped because by the time they were completed most
you to the rank of full Lieutenant with all the rights and privileges
of their technology was already outdated."
therein." He took a step and extended his hand. "Congratulations
lieutenant."


<<<Joesph: Feel Free to respond>>>
"And the two STORM class vessels?"


While the newly promoted officer returned to his seat Zane
"We're not sure about them." Zane admitted. "But review of our
remained standing. "This last mission was perhaps the toughest, most
sensor logs show that neither of them have had phaser cannons attached to
intense two days this ship has ever seen. It was certainly the closest
their hardpoints. Its likely it would be an even match."
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.
"Any questions?"


"Without your perseverance in the face of incredible odds, your
<<<NRPG>>>
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.>>>
I'll leave it there because you know as much as me! (And this is a little
longer than I'd planned)


Zane gave the assembled group some time to congratulate their
You all know the drill, fill in your departmental readiness reports, as
comrades as well as 'settle down' a bit from the excitement before
well as your observations, thoughts, problems etc on the upcoming mission.
continuing.


"Now, to the mission. Essentially we have two. The first is a
Staffing:
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
Enthusiastic congrats to our promotee and medal recipients. Well
acts of piracy, especially in the vicinity of the 'sack. Fleet thinks
Derserved! Let me know if you want to add a line to your service record
these pirate bases are hidden within the coalsack so while we chart we're
reflecting your promotion/award.
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
ALL: Please remove Charles Jencks and Ian Stenquist from your mailing
along to EPSILON for future operations. The FEYNMAN can outgun any of the
lists, as well as Andrew N for those of you who haven't already done
pirate ships we've seen so far. But a large number of them could do some
so.
real damage."


"That sounds pretty straight-forward. Why your worry about the
Charles/Ian: If you are lurking out there and read this...sorry but we
crew being questioned by the press?" Maril asked.
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.


"Because this will be a high-profile mission. The Admiral wants
New and improved roster to follow.
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,
Regards,<br>
put a few quantum torps down our throat and then they'll waltz in and wipe
Andy-->Tired Fingers.<br>
out the pirates." Koreth finished the sentence.


"Well after the last mission I asked the Admiral for something
-LT.CMDR Tarsa Rogers, Unassigned<br>
with a little bit more tension."
-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>


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


"Its not nearly as bad as it seems. One. The officers aboard
"Computer, reply to that message" <working>, "ORDERS received and
are in GREY Fleet because they couldn't cut it in the real fleet. Two
understood, SIR!, and my compliments to your fully equipped shuttle
those ships are there because they weren't able to get up to specs during
fleet. At your convenience, during our off time, would the Lt. care to
their design. The SOLAR and AGAMEMNON class vessels are the original
indulge in a 'little training match', once the FEYNMAN is restocked."
prototypes and were scrapped because by the time they were completed most
of their technology was already outdated."


"And the two STORM class vessels?"
"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."


"We're not sure about them." Zane admitted. "But review of our
ENS J.C. Allard<br>
sensor logs show that neither of them have had phaser cannons attached to
CSO/TAC USS FEYNMAN<br>
their hardpoints. Its likely it would be an even match."
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>


"Any questions?"
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
<<<NRPG>>>
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
I'll leave it there because you know as much as me! (And this is a little
confidence before the commander continued. He made a note to make sure
longer than I'd planned)
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.


You all know the drill, fill in your departmental readiness reports, as
As for pilots, he had been able to dig up five pilots so far from EPSILON,
well as your observations, thoughts, problems etc on the upcoming mission.
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.


Staffing:
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."


Enthusiastic congrats to our promotee and medal recipients. Well
"Thank you, Lieutenant. I appreciate the sentimate."
Derserved! Let me know if you want to add a line to your service record
reflecting your promotion/award.


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.


ALL: Please remove Charles Jencks and Ian Stenquist from your mailing
<nowiki>---------------------------------------</nowiki><br>
lists, as well as Andrew N for those of you who haven't already done
Scene: Main Shuttlebay, half an hour after meeting<br>
so.


Charles/Ian: If you are lurking out there and read this...sorry but we
The flight department stood at attention in front of the new runabout
couldn't wait any longer. If you are able to return to
NOGURA II as Jerran walked in. They cheered him as the door closed, and
ASR in the future and you want to reactivate your characters
congratulated him on his promotion. He smiled to them and thanked them.
I've left you an opening.
After a moment, his expression became more sober as he shouted all of a
You'll have to report back to SB ALPHA for reassignment.
sudden, "Attention on deck!"


New and improved roster to follow.
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!"


Regards,<br>
"I am sorry, sir! I was not aware that this was not the uniform of the
Andy-->Tired Fingers.<br>
day, sir!" she said crisply.


-LT.CMDR Tarsa Rogers, Unassigned<br>
Jerran raised an eyebrow and said, "I suggest you get into uniform
-CMDR Zane, Commanding Officer, USS FEYNMAN<br>
immediately, Lieutenant!"
-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>
"Aye, aye, sir..." she stopped for a moment as what he had just said sunk
> noted and appreciated. However, in the future, any comments and <br>
in and she turned to him questioningly and said, "Sir?"
> 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
"Was I studdering, Lieutenant JG Cartwright?" He smiled to her and pulled
understood, SIR!, and my compliments to your fully equipped shuttle
out a small box, opening it to reveal a small hollow pip which he put on
fleet. At your convenience, during our off time, would the Lt. care to
her collar. "This will have to do for now, but I don't want to see this
indulge in a 'little training match', once the FEYNMAN is restocked."
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."


"End and send, computer. Also, send a message to DS-5, LtCmdr.
The human shuttle pilot and the Andorian flight controller marched out of
Allard. Hi There! Posted to USS FEYNMAN under Zane. Fairly pleasant
the line and stood in front of Jerran as he pulled out another pair of
crew, haven't met very many yet. Will write more later. Bye. Justin. End
boxes, pinning a new Chief Warrant Officer's pip on Dunnon's collar and a
and send that too, computer."
Senior Chief Petty Officer's chevron on t'Jon's.


ENS J.C. Allard<br>
"Back in line," he said with a smile. "Now, I won't say anything to the
CSO/TAC USS FEYNMAN<br>
Captain about these lapses in the dress code, as long as it doesn't happen
Mike Dailey<br>
again."
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
"No, sir!" everyone shouted at the same time.
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,
Jerran laughed and said, "Come on, you group of misfits. The first round
in addition to another three arriving from ALPHA in the next couple of
of synthehol at EPSILON is on me. The second round is on our other
days, just in time to come aboard before the FEYNMAN left dock. Now he
Lieutenant," winking at Jennifer. The pilots cheered again and followed
just needed to get the ships for them. With the shuttles Zane had been
their FCO out of the bay.
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
<NRPG>
officers asked some questions concerning the mission, and then they filed
Just a quicky to give my NPC's a promotion as well, and to tell you I'm
out as best they could in the awkwardly aquatic environment. Jerran
still around and ready for another mission :)
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."
Joseph Baker<br>
LT Jerran Terel<br>
FCO USS FEYNMAN<br>
NCC-66000<br>
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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                  *
****************************************************************************
</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>


Jerran nodded and swam off towards the exit, stumbling slightly as he
J.C. wiped his brow, perspiring just a bit. <nowiki>*What's wrong with me! I know, I
walks over to the dry side. He smiled as he noticed that his clothes were
probably just nervous.*</nowiki> Checking the quick notes he had made on his PADD from the
immediately dry, and he walked off the 'deck without worry of dripping all
10-minute meeting with his Asst. Department Head, J.C. mentally rehearsed what he was
over the ship.
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.


<nowiki>---------------------------------------</nowiki><br>
The lift stopped and deposited J.C. on the Holodeck. "Computer, senior officers'
Scene: Main Shuttlebay, half an hour after meeting<br>
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.


The flight department stood at attention in front of the new runabout
Startled, the computer response was VERY different, a different voice!
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
<nowiki><Hello and welcome, Ensign Justin Allard></nowiki> said the unfamiliar voice. J.C. momentarily
their FCO's orders as they got into the same line in front of the
winced at someone using his given name. A small table materialized on the far wall, near
runabout. He walked in front of them, examining each one's uniform,
the dark blue glowing blob. Upon it was another PADD.
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
<nowiki><Please take a PADD.></nowiki>
day, sir!" she said crisply.


Jerran raised an eyebrow and said, "I suggest you get into uniform
"Computer, I have on already, SEE!" J.C. recalled the night his squad tried to
immediately, Lieutenant!"
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


"Aye, aye, sir..." she stopped for a moment as what he had just said sunk
<nowiki>*OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! SNARK GEEETTTT MEEEE OOUUUTTTTTAAA HEREEEEE!!*</nowiki> The words burst
in and she turned to him questioningly and said, "Sir?"
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.


"Was I studdering, Lieutenant JG Cartwright?" He smiled to her and pulled
<nowiki>*Do not worry. As long as you stay near one of us, you can breathe.*</nowiki>
out a small box, opening it to reveal a small hollow pip which he put on
Taking a few more careful, test breaths, J.C. looked at the creature. <nowiki>*OK underwater
her collar. "This will have to do for now, but I don't want to see this
briefings and Telepathic sea creatures. What was that Admiral's name.... *</nowiki>
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
<nowiki>*This way, I will take you to the others.*</nowiki> J.C. looked at her, not knowing if he was to
the line and stood in front of Jerran as he pulled out another pair of
walk, run, jump, or swim. He took a tentative step, and walked as normal. In seconds,
boxes, pinning a new Chief Warrant Officer's pip on Dunnon's collar and a
he was surrounded by his shipmates. J.C. glanced at everyone, who were all Senior
Senior Chief Petty Officer's chevron on t'Jon's.
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>


"Back in line," he said with a smile. "Now, I won't say anything to the
Paying close attention to the CO and the other officers, but still looking around at
Captain about these lapses in the dress code, as long as it doesn't happen
his new shipmates, J.C. tried to put ranks, positions, and faces to the few names he
again."
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.


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


Jerran laughed and said, "Come on, you group of misfits. The first round
"Well, Mr. Glin'kharr, on to the next section. Computer, begin Bridge
of synthehol at EPSILON is on me. The second round is on our other
Officer's Test, Section:Tactical."
Lieutenant," winking at Jennifer. The pilots cheered again and followed
their FCO out of the bay.


<NRPG>
Again, the scene became the Bridge of the Feynman, except this time
Just a quicky to give my NPC's a promotion as well, and to tell you I'm
with Glin'kharr at the Tactical/Security station.
still around and ready for another mission :)


Joseph Baker<br>
As Glin'kharr got used to the controls of the station, the holo-Zane
LT Jerran Terel<br>
walked onto the Bridge.
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
"Well, we have emergency orders. Starfleet has ordered us to proceed
probably just nervous.*</nowiki> Checking the quick notes he had made on his PADD from the
to Jasadi IV and destroy a terrorist base. It will be defended. Helm, set course
10-minute meeting with his Asst. Department Head, J.C. mentally rehearsed what he was
for the Jasadi system and engage at Warp 7 when ready. Mr. Glin'kharr, yellow
going to say. This WAS his first briefing with Senior Line officers, not Academy NCO's
alert. Ready weapons."
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'
As Glin'kharr followed the orders and the holographic Feynman sped
briefing?". <nowiki><Ready, please enter>.</nowiki> J.C. entered through the massive Holodeck doors, to
into warp, his consience pulled at him. He was a medical officer; how could he
the wide-opened empty, black Holodeck grid, except for a strange glow on the far wall.
destroy an entire base without provocation, even if it belonged to terrorists?
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!
SLD 2.1345<br>
Just Outside Holodeck 3<br>


<nowiki><Hello and welcome, Ensign Justin Allard></nowiki> said the unfamiliar voice. J.C. momentarily
Maril stood outside the Holodeck doors, ready for blistering heat,
winced at someone using his given name. A small table materialized on the far wall, near
killing dryness, or frightening cold. Even so, he was surprised by what he saw.
the dark blue glowing blob. Upon it was another PADD.


<nowiki><Please take a PADD.></nowiki>
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.


"Computer, I have on already, SEE!" J.C. recalled the night his squad tried to
<nowiki><Hello, Commander Maril,> Lt. Jenn's voice rang out. <Please take a
override the academy computer, and lost. He held up his PADD, as if some unseen eyes
PADD.></nowiki>
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
"Very well," Maril said, surprised, as he grabbed a PADD and
into J.C.'s mind, but did not utter a sound, even a gurgling sound. Beyond fear, the
transferred the memory.
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>
Nothing matched the surprise, however, when he moved through the
Taking a few more careful, test breaths, J.C. looked at the creature. <nowiki>*OK underwater
doorway. Suddenly, he found himself floating in water. He tried to hold his
briefings and Telepathic sea creatures. What was that Admiral's name.... *</nowiki>
breath, but he had been caught without surveying the battlefield, and he had to
finally open his mouth.


<nowiki>*This way, I will take you to the others.*</nowiki> J.C. looked at her, not knowing if he was to
To his surprise, he could breathe. As he wondered how it was possible,
walk, run, jump, or swim. He took a tentative step, and walked as normal. In seconds,
a creature--like a reskolin of Tamarian mythology, or a merman of Terran--
he was surrounded by his shipmates. J.C. glanced at everyone, who were all Senior
appeared.
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
<nowiki>*Do not worry. As long as you stay near one of us, you can breathe.*</nowiki><br>
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."
<nowiki>*Interesting,* Maril thought. *Very well. Where is the briefing?*</nowiki><br>
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
<nowiki>*Over there,*</nowiki> the merman said telepathically, pointing.<br>
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>
<nowiki>*Thank you.*</nowiki><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
Maril swimmed fairly well(though not spectacularly) over to the
Officer's Test, Section:Tactical."
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.


Again, the scene became the Bridge of the Feynman, except this time
Finally, though, he reached the area. He found some food to his liking,
with Glin'kharr at the Tactical/Security station.
and then sat down at the conference table.


As Glin'kharr got used to the controls of the station, the holo-Zane
As Commander Zane started, Maril tried to listen, though it was a little
walked onto the Bridge.
hard, considering the water.


"Well, we have emergency orders. Starfleet has ordered us to proceed
After Jerran recieived his promotion, Maril congratulated him. He was
to Jasadi IV and destroy a terrorist base. It will be defended. Helm, set course
very surprised, however, when the Captain called him up, along with Lt.
for the Jasadi system and engage at Warp 7 when ready. Mr. Glin'kharr, yellow
Glin'kharr, and awarded both of them the Leonard McCoy Medal.
alert. Ready weapons."


As Glin'kharr followed the orders and the holographic Feynman sped
"Thank you, Captain," he said as Zane pinned the medal on his uniform.
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>
"You deserve it, Commander," Zane replied.
Just Outside Holodeck 3<br>


Maril stood outside the Holodeck doors, ready for blistering heat,
As he sat back down, Maril felt a surge of pride. He had played an
killing dryness, or frightening cold. Even so, he was surprised by what he saw.
instrumental role in defeating the Plague, and he was proud of it.


Maril noticed the blue light emanating from the other side of the room.
The briefing continued, with Commander Zane outlining their new
He was about to go into it, but the computer stopped him.
mission.


<nowiki><Hello, Commander Maril,> Lt. Jenn's voice rang out. <Please take a
None of them knew it at the time, but one of the "mermen" standing just
PADD.></nowiki>
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.


"Very well," Maril said, surprised, as he grabbed a PADD and
The sun has met the sea,<br>
transferred the memory.
Lt. Commander Onta Maril,<br>
First Officer, USS Feynman,<br>
aka Max Felsher<br>


Nothing matched the surprise, however, when he moved through the
NRPG:
doorway. Suddenly, he found himself floating in water. He tried to hold his
Yes, I know it's rather long, but I crammed quite a bit into one post. I'm sorry I
breath, but he had been caught without surveying the battlefield, and he had to
haven't posted in a few days, but I was uunable to access CompuServe from
finally open his mouth.
Wednesday morning to this morning(Eastern Daylights Time).


To his surprise, he could breathe. As he wondered how it was possible,
Andy: I noticed a few errors in the roster. For one my E-Dress is still listed
a creature--like a reskolin of Tamarian mythology, or a merman of Terran--
under the old one(zante@....) and second, Azelti Maril has left for his home, so
appeared.
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


<nowiki>*Do not worry. As long as you stay near one of us, you can breathe.*</nowiki><br>
Ted: Your next BrOT situation is at the beginning. I hope that part about his
conscience was in character. :)


<nowiki>*Interesting,* Maril thought. *Very well. Where is the briefing?*</nowiki><br>
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>


<nowiki>*Over there,*</nowiki> the merman said telepathically, pointing.<br>
SD:80713.0900
SCENE: HOLODECK BRIEFING


<nowiki>*Thank you.*</nowiki><br>
> "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>


Maril swimmed fairly well(though not spectacularly) over to the
Zane looked around the table at the assembled officers some of
briefing area. Tamarians were quite sea-oriented, and so swimming was quite
them looking a little guilty. "I expect that situation to be rectified
important. Thus, Maril had extensive swimming experience from his
soon, preferably before we enter the Coalsack. See to it, Ensign Allard."
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,
"Aye sir. When shall I book you in?"
and then sat down at the conference table.


As Commander Zane started, Maril tried to listen, though it was a little
Zane turned to stare at the new CSO and stopped himself from
hard, considering the water.
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."


After Jerran recieived his promotion, Maril congratulated him. He was
"Yes sir."
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.
"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."


"You deserve it, Commander," Zane replied.
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."


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


The briefing continued, with Commander Zane outlining their new
I was just going to send out an NRPG but thought hey why not.
mission.


None of them knew it at the time, but one of the "mermen" standing just
Mike Dawe's server is down for the next 3 days but his mail is being
outside the conference area was no merman at all--in fact, he was a Starfleet
archived so keep him on your mailing lists. He has asked me to include
officer. However, this officer wasn't in Red Fleet, Blue Fleet, Gold, Silver, or
some sort of dealings with the press so that they know what is going on
Indigo. This officer was from Gray Fleet, and at that moment, he was learning
before we leave. This is to keep in with our storyline and I suspect may
the plans of the Feynman.
involve the greater 'SILVER tapestry.' So have fun with the press.


The sun has met the sea,<br>
We'll launch Monday afternoonish. Mission clock will start then. Anyone
Lt. Commander Onta Maril,<br>
that hasn't posted during the briefing but planned to do so please do so:)
First Officer, USS Feynman,<br>
aka Max Felsher<br>


NRPG:
Mike Dailey: Please remove the following two eddresses from your mailing
Yes, I know it's rather long, but I crammed quite a bit into one post. I'm sorry I
list: LT.(jg) Oktyabr Krazny <jen...@watmail.ucr.edu>
haven't posted in a few days, but I was uunable to access CompuServe from
EN. Kevin Bishop <barbo.s...@mailbox.swipnet.se>
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
and add Joesph Baker's (FCO) two eddresses:
under the old one(zante@....) and second, Azelti Maril has left for his home, so
<jba...@dean2.cas.usf.edu>
you can take him off the NPC's lists(both regular and registered.) I hope the
<job...@chuma.cas.usf.edu>
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
See I told you guys Kristin might come back early and we shouldn't say
conscience was in character. :)
anything bad about her. Last time I let you guys tell me what to do<EG>


Ted, Jospeh: Congrats on the medal and promotion! :)
Respectfully,<br>
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Allard's Input (Cont.)</h3>
Andy<br>
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by
Andrew Catterick 7-13-1996</h4>


SD:80713.0900
-LT.CMDR Tarsa Rogers, Unassigned<br>
SCENE: HOLODECK BRIEFING
-CMDR Zane, Commanding Officer, USS FEYNMAN<br>
 
-CMDR Nigel Straun, TACFLEET Liason Officer, INDIGO FLEET<br>
> "As far as our mission, I have a few Ideas to tighten security ship wide, and<br>
-CMDR Horatio Sinclair, Fleet Intelligence Officer, BLUE FLEET<br>
> better prepare my team for the surprises of the unknown. Readiness drills, including<br>
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: CEO Briefing</h3>
> boarding, battle stations, and intruder control drills. My 2nd also informed my<br>
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Jason Bostjancic 7-14-1996</h4>
> ship-wide Phaser qualifications for this half of the year are incomplete for many, umm,<br>
SD:80713.0900<br>
> Senior Officers. J.C. gulped slightly. *They could all practice now, just stun me,<br>
SCENE: HOLODECK BRIEFING<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
Tarrant waited patiently for the others to give their reports.
them looking a little guilty. "I expect that situation to be rectified
He was particularly intriqued by the new CSO. Green wasn't
soon, preferably before we enter the Coalsack. See to it, Ensign Allard."
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.


"Aye sir. When shall I book you in?"
"... and Mr. Koreth?"


Zane turned to stare at the new CSO and stopped himself from
The partial Klingon was brought back into holoreality.
letting out the initial comment that was on the tip of tonque. He was
"Sir, all the refits and replacements to the SIF and IDS
overdue and he knew the Ensign was right. "I'll make sure I complete the
systems are near completion, " he glanced over at Jerran,
qualifications drill before we lift." He smiled. "Fair enough."
"and should be online by 0500 tomorrow."


"Yes sir."
The Captain nodded.


"Good." He turned to face the group. "Now, as part of the press
"I would like to make some changes to our shield system, though."
hoopla the Admiral has asked me to pass along his 'request' that we all
noting the concerned look on Zanes face he decided to explain.
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
"Technologicly we are far superior to the pirates, and we are
shoreleave for 60 more hours and then we launch at 0800. Dismissed."
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. "


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


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


Mike Dawe's server is down for the next 3 days but his mail is being
Zane gave it a thought then replied, "Ok, Lieutenant, but I want
archived so keep him on your mailing lists. He has asked me to include
that second shield to be a surprise. Be able to activate it and
some sort of dealings with the press so that they know what is going on
deactivate it so regular scans won't tip them off."
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
"Aye Sir."
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
"Also, I want a team on the DELPHI round the clock. That is our
list: LT.(jg) Oktyabr Krazny <jen...@watmail.ucr.edu>
one true ace here."
EN. Kevin Bishop <barbo.s...@mailbox.swipnet.se>


and add Joesph Baker's (FCO) two eddresses:
....
<jba...@dean2.cas.usf.edu>
NRPG : Well at least I finally got to that!
<job...@chuma.cas.usf.edu>


See I told you guys Kristin might come back early and we shouldn't say
I just completed running a Magic Tournament (card game) here<br>
anything bad about her. Last time I let you guys tell me what to do<EG>
and can now put all of my free time back into vegging out<br>
on the puter <G><br>


Respectfully,<br>
Jason
Andy<br>


-LT.CMDR Tarsa Rogers, Unassigned<br>
Lieutenant Cmdr. Tirrin Vorak - OPS/2O - USS SERAPIS<br>
-CMDR Zane, Commanding Officer, USS FEYNMAN<br>
Lieutenant Tarrant L. Koreth - CEO - 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.
"Quoth the Raven 'Nevermore'"<br>
He was particularly intriqued by the new CSO. Green wasn't
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Phaser Qualifications</h3>
a word he liked to use, (since he wasn't exactly three years
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Michael "Mike" Dailey 7-14-1996</h4>
in the fleet either), but Ens. Allard sure fit the picture. Stiff
SD80714.1600<br>
as a board, and maybe a bit cocky... he liked him.
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.


"... and Mr. Koreth?"
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!


The partial Klingon was brought back into holoreality.
CO - CMDR Zane Not qualified<br>
"Sir, all the refits and replacements to the SIF and IDS
MCPO Larocque " "<br>
systems are near completion, " he glanced over at Jerran,
XO - LTCMDR Maril " "<br>
"and should be online by 0500 tomorrow."
WO Jafel " "<br>
OPS - LT. Jenn Qualified 80623.1300<br>


The Captain nodded.
SECURITY 12% Not qualified<br>
Ens. J.C. Allard Qualified - Academy<br>
CPO Tamarov Qualified - 80611.0915<br>


"I would like to make some changes to our shield system, though."
MEDICAL 9% Not qualified<br>
noting the concerned look on Zanes face he decided to explain.
LTjg. Dr. Glin'Kharr Not Qualified<br>


"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
SCIENCE 13% Not Qualified<br>
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
FLIGHT CONTROLLER 34% Not qualified<br>
that second shield to be a surprise. Be able to activate it and
LT. Terrel Not Qualified<br>
deactivate it so regular scans won't tip them off."
LTjg. Cartwright Not Qualified<br>
 
ENGINEERING 7% Not Qualified<br>
LT. Koreth Qualified 80601.1555<br>
Ens. T. Jared Qualified 80604.2135<br>


"Aye Sir."
Thank you for you cooperation in this matter.<br>
Ens. J.C. Allard<br>
CSO/TAC Officer<br>


"Also, I want a team on the DELPHI round the clock. That is our
Mike Dailey<br>
one true ace here."
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
NRPG : Well at least I finally got to that!
on anyone on Epsilon who even looked like they might be on
the Feynman, Lt. Koreth had no plans on leaving the ship.


I just completed running a Magic Tournament (card game) here<br>
But then again, the CEO always seemed to have an excuse
and can now put all of my free time back into vegging out<br>
for not leavin during shore leave, and complaining all the while.
on the puter <G><br>


Jason
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.


Lieutenant Cmdr. Tirrin Vorak - OPS/2O - USS SERAPIS<br>
The chair was beamed directly to the bridge for final placement
Lieutenant Tarrant L. Koreth - CEO - USS FEYNMAN<br>
when Tarrant decided to let the Captain know about it...


"Quoth the Raven 'Nevermore'"<br>
Scene: Captain's Ready
<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
"I'll assume that you've finished my little request Mr. Koreth." The
seriously behind on their sidearm qualification, with the ship-wide total only at 53%
Captain tried to hide what looked to Tarrant like a grin of
completed. Below is a list, by Department and percentage, of personnel still
anticipation.
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
"Yes sir. They are securing it now, but there are a few little things
for routine inspection, and cleaning if necessary. Feel free to use Holodeck program
you must know about it first." And with that Tarrant pulled out a
SEC-X118A to brush up before your test. This is a new simulation from Training Command,
PADD and handed it to Zane.
replacing the older SEC-SQ118 program with 8 levels of difficulty. Try it!


CO - CMDR Zane Not qualified<br>
"I figured as much knowing you Lieutenant." After going over it
MCPO Larocque " "<br>
for a few seconds, but not really going over it, he announced
XO - LTCMDR Maril " "<br>
"OK, let me see it."
WO Jafel " "<br>
OPS - LT. Jenn Qualified 80623.1300<br>


SECURITY 12% Not qualified<br>
With the burden of the next mission upon his sholders the Captain
Ens. J.C. Allard Qualified - Academy<br>
had to take his little pleasures where he could. And thus, was
CPO Tamarov Qualified - 80611.0915<br>
the first out the door.


MEDICAL 9% Not qualified<br>
Scene: Bridge
LTjg. Dr. Glin'Kharr Not Qualified<br>


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.


SCIENCE 13% Not Qualified<br>
"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.


FLIGHT CONTROLLER 34% Not qualified<br>
"Nope, and I wouldn't want it." With that he rose from the chair.
LT. Terrel Not Qualified<br>
"Actually I needed to speak with you about some rumors I hear
LTjg. Cartwright Not Qualified<br>
about our next mission. Now I know I'm not in the know but..."
 
Zane looked around, "Maybe later Bat, in more private quarters."


ENGINEERING 7% Not Qualified<br>
"You're killing me... but I guess I'll wait." he turned his attention to
LT. Koreth Qualified 80601.1555<br>
Lt. Koreth. "Perhapse you'd like to get a drink Mr. Round the clock?"
Ens. T. Jared Qualified 80604.2135<br>


Thank you for you cooperation in this matter.<br>
"Actually I have some work..."
Ens. J.C. Allard<br>
CSO/TAC Officer<br>


Mike Dailey<br>
Bat cut him off, "I've got a brand new recipe for Betazoid Tea, and
splatter2@qtm.net<br>
just got in the ingredients. No replication."
<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
Tarrant could never pass up anything food or beverage Betazoid,
on anyone on Epsilon who even looked like they might be on
and Bat new it. It was an evil little ploy, but it worked.
the Feynman, Lt. Koreth had no plans on leaving the ship.


But then again, the CEO always seemed to have an excuse
Scene: 10F
for not leavin during shore leave, and complaining all the while.


Besides, the last finishing touches were being completed for
True to his word, Bat had the real ingredients. He wasted no time
Commander Zane's new chair. The gravity 'belt' system seemed
preparing the drink, and probing the CEO for information. Tarrant
to work perfectly, and the built in computer terminal and slide
though, as an old CSO himself, was wise to it and only gave
out PADD were extra little options. Including a neat little addition
more enigmatic answers.
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
<NRPG>
when Tarrant decided to let the Captain know about it...


Scene: Captain's Ready
Perhaps J.C. or some others would care to Join


"I'll assume that you've finished my little request Mr. Koreth." The
hint, hint
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
Respectfully,<br>
you must know about it first." And with that Tarrant pulled out a
Jason<br>
PADD and handed it to Zane.


"I figured as much knowing you Lieutenant." After going over it
Lieutenant Cmdr. Tirrin Vorak - OPS/2O - USS SERAPIS<br>
for a few seconds, but not really going over it, he announced
Lieutenant Tarrant L. Koreth - CEO - USS FEYNMAN<br>
"OK, let me see it."


With the burden of the next mission upon his sholders the Captain
"Quoth the Raven 'Nevermore'"<br>
had to take his little pleasures where he could. And thus, was
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Tying Things Up Before Leaving</h3>
the first out the door.
<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>


Scene: Bridge
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.


Sitting in the new chair, with a grin on his face like a child who
ENS Mendorn from the planet Benzar sat at the controls of a hover loader,
knows he just got the last ice cream cone, was Bat. Before Zane
pulling the central cargo bay module from off the NOGURA. He set it down
could even protest the old CSO spoke up.
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.


"Ya know. If the brass found out you got something this nice they'd
ENS Kella Dar, a joined Trill on her first life, pulled the warp nacelle
probably demote you and take it for themselves." He was spining
cover off the shutlecraft Asimov II, running a check on the electroplasm
around enjoying the air-like movement.
shunt from the main reactor.


"And last time I checked your name wasn't on the list for bridge
The flight crew was learning fast that even though these shuttles were
officer of the day?" said Zane, his eyebrow raised.
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.


"Nope, and I wouldn't want it." With that he rose from the chair.
The last of the four new pilots to arrive was WO2 Harkone, a rather large
"Actually I needed to speak with you about some rumors I hear
and intimidating Nausicaan shuttle pilot who had an affinity towards old
about our next mission. Now I know I'm not in the know but..."
Terran plays, especially those of Shakespeare.


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


"You're killing me... but I guess I'll wait." he turned his attention to
She smiled to him as she walked towards the FCO and said, "It's OK. I can
Lt. Koreth. "Perhapse you'd like to get a drink Mr. Round the clock?"
maneuver easier than you can, so you have the right of way this time."


"Actually I have some work..."
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?"


Bat cut him off, "I've got a brand new recipe for Betazoid Tea, and
Jerran shrugged and said, "It's just not his way, I suppose. It'd be like
just got in the ingredients. No replication."
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."


Tarrant could never pass up anything food or beverage Betazoid,
"Hah, very funny, Lieutenant. Just for that, see if I give you your
and Bat new it. It was an evil little ploy, but it worked.
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!"


Scene: 10F
"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.


True to his word, Bat had the real ingredients. He wasted no time
Jerran made a hmmph sound as he read on saying, "He also used my name
preparing the drink, and probing the CEO for information. Tarrant
wrong," showing her the PADD which read "LT Terel" right above the deputy
though, as an old CSO himself, was wise to it and only gave
chief FCO's name.
more enigmatic answers.


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


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


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


Respectfully,<br>
"Are you sure underlining you're name isn't going too far?"
Jason<br>


Lieutenant Cmdr. Tirrin Vorak - OPS/2O - USS SERAPIS<br>
"Now look," he said with a laugh, "You're not letting me give him a
Lieutenant Tarrant L. Koreth - CEO - USS FEYNMAN<br>
lecture on interracial relations, so I have to do something."


"Quoth the Raven 'Nevermore'"<br>
"Alright, alright. Have it your way, you big baby."
<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
"Yeah, I'll remember that when some Bajoran cadet calls you Lieutenant
entrance to the shuttlebay with a slight hum as LT Jerran Terel waved
Jennifer," Jerran said as he touched the send command. He looked around
Midshipman Talo to land it on one of the landing target markers in the
as the flight crew put the finishing touches on their jobs and said, "It
bay. The shuttle floated slowly over the shuttlebay deck, stopped over
looks like everything's going alright here. We can go take the test now."
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,
"OK, just promise to let me shoot a few of the targets."
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
"Oh, alright," he acquiesced.
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
They walked out the door, the large bulkhead shutting slowly as WO Harkone
new to the FEYNMAN, that did not necessarily mean they were new in the
walked by, reciting a poem which was cut off by the door, "So live that
sence that they just came off the assembly line. In fact, the shuttle
when thy summons comes to join the innumerable caravan..."
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
"Every new Nausicaan I meet is like a new adventure," Jerran said as the
and intimidating Nausicaan shuttle pilot who had an affinity towards old
entered the turbolift to go to the holodeck.
Terran plays, especially those of Shakespeare.


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


She smiled to him as she walked towards the FCO and said, "It's OK. I can
Zane sat at his desk and scanned the mission orders for the 10th
maneuver easier than you can, so you have the right of way this time."
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>


The warrant officer bowed as best he could with the box in his burly arms
Looking at the chrono on the top right corner of the screen
as he continued on his way. Jennifer walked over to Jerran and said, "Why
he scowled. Thirty minutes to the press-conference. He hated reporters.
doesn't he just use an antigrav?"
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.


Jerran shrugged and said, "It's just not his way, I suppose. It'd be like
That was when Bat arrived and had
us putting a small suitcase on an antigrav. But, then again, the way you
pulled him out of the scrum and straightened all of them out quickly. He
pack for vacations, I wouldn't be too reluctant to use one myself."
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.


"Hah, very funny, Lieutenant. Just for that, see if I give you your
<nowiki><<You have an incoming message.>></nowiki>
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
Stirred from his memories he turned to face the computer screen.
one message in the queue from ENS Allard. "Prophets! Allard says that
"Display." After a few seconds the header appeared. He was pleased to
neither you nor I have had our phaser qualification tests in over six
see it was from the new CSO following up on his phaser qualifications
months. Imagine that?!"
drills.


"Umm, Terri, dear. You haven't had a weapon's qualifier since you
> SD80714.1600<br>
graduated from the academy. I should know, I've been around you most of
> TO: Senior Staff<br>
the time since then," she said with a wink.
> FROM: Ens. J.C. Allard<br>
 
> RE: Biannual Sidearm Qualification<br>
Jerran made a hmmph sound as he read on saying, "He also used my name
><br>
wrong," showing her the PADD which read "LT Terel" right above the deputy
> Sirs, as stated during our mission briefing, many Officers and departments are<br>
chief FCO's name.
> 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>
"Uh oh. You're not going to give him the famous Bajoran lecture on naming
> unqualified. Individual Department Heads, and where applicable, Asst. Dept. Heads are<br>
conventions, are you?"
> 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>
The LT smiled, thinking about it for a second and said, "Well, he's just
><br>
lucky I'm half Vulcan, or I would give him the lecture. This time, I'll
> All commissioned officers, as always, please remember to bring your issued sidearm<br>
just be more subtle."
> 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>


He typed a reply message into the PADD that said, "Message received and
"Medical has a better rating than security!" He tried to picture
acknowledged. FCO and AFCO will take qualifier this evening. -- LT
T'Del with a phaser. It scared him almost as much as the thought of
_Jerran_"
facing a wolf, his teeth barred brandishing a phaser.


"Are you sure underlining you're name isn't going too far?"
> SCIENCE 13% Not Qualified<br>
><br>
> FLIGHT CONTROLLER 34% Not qualified<br>
> LT. Terrel Not Qualified<br>
> LTjg. Cartwright Not Qualified<br>


"Now look," he said with a laugh, "You're not letting me give him a
That's not like Jerran. He's usually a stickler for things like
lecture on interracial relations, so I have to do something."
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>


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


"Yeah, I'll remember that when some Bajoran cadet calls you Lieutenant
He reached out and touched the reply icon.<br>
Jennifer," Jerran said as he touched the send command. He looked around
____________________________________________________________________________<br>
as the flight crew put the finishing touches on their jobs and said, "It
SD: 80715.1600<br>
looks like everything's going alright here. We can go take the test now."
TO: EN. J.C. Allard, CSO<br>
cc: All senior staff<br>
FROM: CMDR. Zane, commanding<br>
RE: S-Arm Qual<br>
============================================================================<br>


"OK, just promise to let me shoot a few of the targets."
Be advised. I will complete the qualification drill on or before
SD:80720.1800. Scores will be forwarded to your office.


"Oh, alright," he acquiesced.
Please ensure all crew deficinent in qualifications complete drill
before arrival our patrol destination.


They walked out the door, the large bulkhead shutting slowly as WO Harkone
Zane.
walked by, reciting a poem which was cut off by the door, "So live that
____________________________________________________________________________<br>
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>
Sending the memo he rose, drank down the rest of his coffee and
Next Episode: Departure :)
deposited the empty mug on the replicator pad for reconstitution. He had
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put it off as long as he could.
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* 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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<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
Scene: Briefing Room, SB EPSILON<br>
communications, bio-files, Fleet movements, anything that might possibly
SLD: 4.1652<br>
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
"....and that, essentially, covers the FEYNMAN's mission orders."
he scowled. Thirty minutes to the press-conference. He hated reporters.
The Admiral paused to put his pointer down on the lecturn. "Any
The day he had graduated from the Academy had also been the day that the
questions?"
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
Zane sat on his chair, to the right and behind the admiral, who
pulled him out of the scrum and straightened all of them out quickly. He
began to field the reporter's questions. Admittedly he did not know the
smiled at the thought. He had known Bat all his life, thought of him as
Admiral very well but to say he was surprised by the last 20 minutes would
an uncle, and was sure he had no surprises left in him, but the seemingly
be an understatement. The normally gruff Nicholas had held his audience
none stop line of expletives that came flying out of the retired CSO's
captive as he explained the mission particulars, using the various
mouth had shocked everyone. Certainly the reporters who had
computer animations and sketches that had been prepaired. He had even
stood there staring dumbly as Bat, his tirade finished, smiled and whisked
patiently explained several basic points that a reporter, who had
him away.
obviously not done his homework, had asked. In short, he had them in the
palm of his hand.


<nowiki><<You have an incoming message.>></nowiki>
"Why the FEYNMAN Admiral?" One of the throng asked.


Stirred from his memories he turned to face the computer screen.
"I'll let the Captain of the FEYNMAN field that one." He gestured
"Display." After a few seconds the header appeared. He was pleased to
over towards Zane who quickly approached the podium. "Commander?"
see it was from the new CSO following up on his phaser qualifications
drills.


> SD80714.1600<br>
"Thank-you Admiral Nicholas. Why the FEYNMAN? Well, personally
> TO: Senior Staff<br>
I'd have to say that its because we're the best ship in the Fleet and if
> FROM: Ens. J.C. Allard<br>
you want the job done you tap the FEYNMAN." A light chuckle rippled
> RE: Biannual Sidearm Qualification<br>
through the audience. He paused as the reporters furiously poked and
><br>
prodded their PADDS. Of course every Captain thought his or her ship was
> Sirs, as stated during our mission briefing, many Officers and departments are<br>
the best in the Fleet but how many were lucky enough to have it
> seriously behind on their sidearm qualification, with the ship-wide total only at 53%<br>
publicized. This would be a nice 'response' to all of the SILVER Captains
> completed. Below is a list, by Department and percentage, of personnel still<br>
who had razzed him in the OClub about the FEYNMAN not being able to hold
> unqualified. Individual Department Heads, and where applicable, Asst. Dept. Heads are<br>
her crew.
> 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
"Professionally, the answer is that the FEYNMAN class
T'Del with a phaser. It scared him almost as much as the thought of
explorer/destroyer is an ideal assest to achieve the mission
facing a wolf, his teeth barred brandishing a phaser.
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."


> SCIENCE 13% Not Qualified<br>
"Secondly the ships small size presents less of a target for the
><br>
'sacks random energy charges. Furthermore its low emmission rate is much
> FLIGHT CONTROLLER 34% Not qualified<br>
more desirable if we find ourselves in the middle of a storm than some of
> LT. Terrel Not Qualified<br>
the larger ships whose emmission rates would essentially turn them into a
> LTjg. Cartwright Not Qualified<br>
very large 'lighting rod'.


That's not like Jerran. He's usually a stickler for things like
"Finally the ship's agility provides a final protection if the
that. Well, it'll give Kyrsa something to tease him about.
weather get a little rough. All in all, the coalsack is a very dangerous
><br>
place but he FEYNMAN will be quite at home there." He paused to sip some
> ENGINEERING 7% Not Qualified<br>
water. "Next question."
> 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
"How do you feel about your orders?"
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>
"As a Starfleet officer I have no 'feelings' about my orders.
____________________________________________________________________________<br>
Like any other officer I receive and follow them."
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
"Yes I know the party line but surely as an *individual* you must
SD:80720.1800. Scores will be forwarded to your office.
have some opinions." The reporter persisted.


Please ensure all crew deficinent in qualifications complete drill
Zane kept the pleasant look on his face while he inwardly
before arrival our patrol destination.
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."


Zane.
"No, not at all. I don't think you can say that the Federation as
____________________________________________________________________________<br>
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."


Sending the memo he rose, drank down the rest of his coffee and
"Can we get a picture Admiral?" Some one called out. Zane turned
deposited the empty mug on the replicator pad for reconstitution. He had
to go, happy the Admiral had ended the press conference, allowing him to
put it off as long as he could.
escape. He was surprised to hear the admiral's reply. "Of course."


_______________________________
The two starfleet officers turned to face the audience while
Scene: Briefing Room, SB EPSILON<br>
shaking hands as the reporters happily recorded the image.
SLD: 4.1652<br>


"....and that, essentially, covers the FEYNMAN's mission orders."
"Having a good time commander?" The Admiral growled under his
The Admiral paused to put his pointer down on the lecturn. "Any
breath.
questions?"


Zane sat on his chair, to the right and behind the admiral, who
<<<NRPG>>>
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
We'll assume that all those who are deficient in the phaser qualifications
be an understatement. The normally gruff Nicholas had held his audience
will complete the drill before we enter the sack. Please feel free to
captive as he explained the mission particulars, using the various
post the drill if you wish to. I plan to...time permitting.
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.
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>


"I'll let the Captain of the FEYNMAN field that one." He gestured
Mike Dailey: The mission date clock (MD) is used to keep some sembelance
over towards Zane who quickly approached the podium. "Commander?"
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 :)


"Thank-you Admiral Nicholas. Why the FEYNMAN? Well, personally
Mike Dawe: Well it wasn't quite a press hoopla. Once you get settled in
I'd have to say that its because we're the best ship in the Fleet and if
after your server comes back on line. (I imagine you'll have
you want the job done you tap the FEYNMAN." A light chuckle rippled
*alot* to catch up on.) Can you give me a rundown on what is
through the audience. He paused as the reporters furiously poked and
known about the coalsack/pirates/this region etc. Are we any
prodded their PADDS. Of course every Captain thought his or her ship was
where near the new base the Pearson(?) towed out?
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
Respectfully,
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
Andy--->Lots of words, little substance (sounds like my thesis;>)
'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
-LT.CMDR Tarsa Rogers, Unassigned<br>
weather get a little rough. All in all, the coalsack is a very dangerous
-CMDR Zane, Commanding Officer, USS FEYNMAN<br>
place but he FEYNMAN will be quite at home there." He paused to sip some
-CMDR Nigel Straun, TACFLEET Liason Officer, INDIGO FLEET<br>
water. "Next question."
-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>


"How do you feel about your orders?"
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.


"As a Starfleet officer I have no 'feelings' about my orders.
J.C. paused, considering beaming onto the FEYNMAN instead of traversing the
Like any other officer I receive and follow them."
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.


"Yes I know the party line but surely as an *individual* you must
After about 10 minutes, J.C. rounded the corridor to the FEYNMAN's docking
have some opinions." The reporter persisted.
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!*


Zane kept the pleasant look on his face while he inwardly
J.C. straightened his uniform, ready to have a little fun with these two, who
expressed a few opinions about the reporter, her colleagues, and the press
looked like they were having SO much fun. Walking up to they Sentries, they immediately
conference in general before answering. "It is a challenging mission and
stiffened up upon noticing J.C. They did, however, not notice the other two men and
I look forward to a challenge. On an individual level, as a Federation
woman approach.
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
"Excuse me Ensign, I'm Edward D. Moore, Federation News Network (FNN) Just a few
expansionist policies."
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.


"No, not at all. I don't think you can say that the Federation as
<nowiki>*Spirits, why didn't I beam to the ship.* "ENOUGH!" *Wow, was that me?*</nowiki>
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
Grabbing a quick, deep breath J.C. continued. "Any information I have you guys already
voice rang out. "The FEYNMAN will be departing in less than 18 hours and,
received at the Press Conference earlier, and as far as my personal feelings, well,
as I'm sure'll you understand, Commander Zane has to return to his ship
they're my own feelings." The woman, obviously not satisfied, began again.  
for final preparations."


"Can we get a picture Admiral?" Some one called out. Zane turned
"But Ensign, we..." but she could not finish for the blessing of the Senior PO began ushering
to go, happy the Admiral had ended the press conference, allowing him to
the trio away.  
escape. He was surprised to hear the admiral's reply. "Of course."


The two starfleet officers turned to face the audience while
"Come on everyone, this is a restricted area. I'm gonna have to ask you
shaking hands as the reporters happily recorded the image.
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!*


"Having a good time commander?" The Admiral growled under his
Once inside, J.C. considered his options. It's 2200 hrs. . He could turn in
breath.
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.


<<<NRPG>>>
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.


We'll assume that all those who are deficient in the phaser qualifications
J.C. introduced himself to the Host, taking a liking to his attitude already. After
will complete the drill before we enter the sack. Please feel free to
the second double-shot, they had found out they were both originally from Mars Colony,
post the drill if you wish to. I plan to...time permitting.
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."


Max/Joesph: Take us out and start the mission clock as MD:1.0800.
"OK Bat, OK. but Officers call me Allard and J.C., but my friends call me Justin.
(Approx 15 hours after the press conference ends...so if any
So YOU BETTER START RIGHT NOW, PILGRIM!"
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
"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
of order in much the same way as the use of SD. It is geared
was feeling a little too good to meet a Senior Officer for the first time. He didn't
to ships time so we will depart on MD:1.0800 (Mission Day 1,
want to snub the guy, but After what him, Jason, and the others had done to that Klingon
8am) If I've already mentioned this to you....well its as
freshman last year. It was still hard to look a Klingon in the face! *Oh well, maybe
good a time as any to become acquainted with my feeble
now so I won' remember it.*
memory :)


Mike Dawe: Well it wasn't quite a press hoopla. Once you get settled in
J.C. very slowly and cautiously maneuvered over to the
after your server comes back on line. (I imagine you'll have
Klingons side, Bat keeping an uninterested eye on them.  
*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,
"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.


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


-LT.CMDR Tarsa Rogers, Unassigned<br>
After a horrible nights sleep, and a long cold shower, J.C. arrived on the bridge
-CMDR Zane, Commanding Officer, USS FEYNMAN<br>
at 0730, startling the Gamma watch. He greeted the Gamma Duty Officer, a Bolian and
-CMDR Nigel Straun, TACFLEET Liason Officer, INDIGO FLEET<br>
introduced himself.  
-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
"Good morning, Mr. Ein."  
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
The shocked MCPO replied "Good morning, Sir. Welcome to your first watch." J.C. didn't care what he meant by that, sincere or
corridors of EPSILON, after all, he had spent the past 3 hours walking around "home."
not. It was not to show off for the brass, but to get a feel for things early. J.C.
But after that double helping of Rigellian Ravioli and three chocolate Ssiruv Juices, he
stepped around to PO/1 T'meq at tactical and introduced himself to the Gamma CSO.  
could use the exercise.


After about 10 minutes, J.C. rounded the corridor to the FEYNMAN's docking
"Mr. Ein, please log me in at 0730. I'm relieving Mister T'meq." Ein could not argue an
bay. About 20 meters ahead was Bay-9, the FEYNMAN's. In front of the hatch were two of
order, but paused briefly.  
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
"Aye Sir. Will you take the Conn., since you're Senior officer? Ein got up slowly.  
looked like they were having SO much fun. Walking up to they Sentries, they immediately
<nowiki>*Is this guy baiting me for a sucker or what. First day I have NO intention of sitting there.*</nowiki>
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
"As you were, Mr. Ein. You only have 1/2 hour until the Captain arrives."  
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>
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!*


Grabbing a quick, deep breath J.C. continued. "Any information I have you guys already
Submitted,<br>
received at the Press Conference earlier, and as far as my personal feelings, well,
Ensign J.C. Allard<br>
they're my own feelings." The woman, obviously not satisfied, began again.  
CSO/TAC USS FEYNMAN<br>
Mike Dailey<br>
Splatter2@qtm.net


"But Ensign, we..." but she could not finish for the blessing of the Senior PO began ushering
==================================================================================<br>
the trio away.
NRPG:<br>


"Come on everyone, this is a restricted area. I'm gonna have to ask you
Sorry for such a long one. Andy, Jason, anyone else, I hope I played your characters
to leave the docking corridor. Standard procedure 12-hours prior to departure" *Good
NPC's OK. I tried to cover a lot of ground before we "depart". Again, thanks all. I am
job. It was a lie, but it got them away and off my back and they probably didn't know
still sorry I didn't join ASR earlier.
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
Mike/J.C.
early, return to his new office to acquaint himself more than the 10 minute meeting
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Let's Blow This Joint! :)</h3>
earlier with his 2nd., or third try out this ships 10-foreward. Turning towards the
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Joseph Baker 7-16-1996</h4>
lift, choice three won. Leaning against the back of the lift, J.C. mumbled to the
SD: 80716.1500<br>
destination inquiry, "Deck 10-Foreward.". That Ravioli was playing tricks with his
MD: 1.0800<br>
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
LT Jenn looked up from her OPS console and said, "Dockmaster reports we
overstuffed chairs and tables, yet the room still seemed huge. Only about 8 people in
are clear for departure, Captain. They also advise us to be aware of a
attendance. Three middies in the corner playing Domjot *Spirits, that's me only six
number of small ships loitering around outside the base. Apparently the
months ago*, two separate couples at separate tables, and a Klingon at the bar, and of
press is interested in our departure."
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
Commander Zane nodded and said, "Send my regards to the dockmaster,
the second double-shot, they had found out they were both originally from Mars Colony,
Lieutenant. Mr. Jerran, take us out, best speed. Try and keep it slow,
though many years apart. J.C. found out Bat was a former CSO and begged for some "war
though. I can probably cover for you loosing a few shuttles on our last
stories", but Bat made a solemn promise for later. Bat had taken a liking to the
mission, but if you were to mow over a few civilian ships, I don't think
FEYNMAN's recent newcomer, perhaps seeing himself a few years ago. J.C. wobbled out of
that would blow over very well."
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.
Jerran grinned as he pulled the ship out of the dock on maneuvering
So YOU BETTER START RIGHT NOW, PILGRIM!"  
thrusters, "Of course, sir, I'll do my best."


"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
As they cleared the space doors, they were greated by at least a couple
was feeling a little too good to meet a Senior Officer for the first time. He didn't
dozen ships ranging from small travel pods to runabouts and a few small
want to snub the guy, but After what him, Jason, and the others had done to that Klingon
transports, all maneuvering in a mock battle to get the best photographic
freshman last year. It was still hard to look a Klingon in the face! *Oh well, maybe
coverage of the FEYNMAN's departure. Jerran brought the ship's impulse
now so I won' remember it.*
engines online and thrusted the ship away from the press cavalcade, doing
a quick barrel roll as he passed by.


J.C. very slowly and cautiously maneuvered over to the
"What was that for?" Jenn asked.
Klingons side, Bat keeping an uninterested eye on them.  


"Sir, good evening Sir.
"Just making sure the kinks are out of the thruster system," Jerran said
Lieute... Ensign Allard, CSO/TAC." J.C. offered his hand. He couldn't remember if
with a mischevious grin. "We've cleared planetary orbit, sir."
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
"Set course for the Coalsack and engage at warp 6."
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
"Aye, aye, sir," LT Jerran said as he punched the coordinates into the
at 0730, startling the Gamma watch. He greeted the Gamma Duty Officer, a Bolian and
computer and engaged the warp drive.
introduced himself.  


"Good morning, Mr. Ein."
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.


The shocked MCPO replied "Good morning, Sir. Welcome to your first watch." J.C. didn't care what he meant by that, sincere or
<NRPG>
not. It was not to show off for the brass, but to get a feel for things early. J.C.
Short and sweet, just enough to get us on our way :)
stepped around to PO/1 T'meq at tactical and introduced himself to the Gamma CSO.
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"Mr. Ein, please log me in at 0730. I'm relieving Mister T'meq." Ein could not argue an
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order, but paused briefly.
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"Aye Sir. Will you take the Conn., since you're Senior officer? Ein got up slowly.  
* University of South Florida                                              *
<nowiki>*Is this guy baiting me for a sucker or what. First day I have NO intention of sitting there.*</nowiki>
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* Daisemi'in rhhaensuriuu            * Of the Chief parts of the          *
"As you were, Mr. Ein. You only have 1/2 hour until the Captain arrives."
* 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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<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.


As if summoned by a spell cast by J.C., the lift opened to emit a
She cringed as she realized she was wearing her uniform and was
cheerful looking Zane. Slightly shocked, probably like Ein was to see him, J.C. cleared
immediately surrounded by reporters, asking about their upcoming mission.
his throat, "CAPTAIN on the Bridge... *Here goes nothing!*
Krysa held the box in front of her looking very uncomfortable, hoping the
would get the hint.


Submitted,<br>
“I would love to talk to all of you, but I must get this box of things to
Ensign J.C. Allard<br>
shipping.”
CSO/TAC USS FEYNMAN<br>
Mike Dailey<br>
Splatter2@qtm.net


==================================================================================<br>
“Can’t you tell us anything?”
NRPG:<br>


Sorry for such a long one. Andy, Jason, anyone else, I hope I played your characters
“Well, there will be a press conference about it tomorrow. That would be
NPC's OK. I tried to cover a lot of ground before we "depart". Again, thanks all. I am
your best bet.” Krysa said with a smile. She hoped it didn’t look to
still sorry I didn't join ASR earlier.
phoney.


Mike/J.C.
“What are your feelings about this mission?”
<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
“Of course, I’m just happy to be able to do what I can. But please excuse
are clear for departure, Captain. They also advise us to be aware of a
me, it is very important that I get this shipped out.”
number of small ships loitering around outside the base. Apparently the
 
press is interested in our departure."
“Does it have something to do with the Coalsack?”
 
Krysa frowned, “This box? No... I assure you it doesn’t.”


Commander Zane nodded and said, "Send my regards to the dockmaster,
She swerved out of the way and continued on her journey.
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
Scene: 10-Forward<br>
thrusters, "Of course, sir, I'll do my best."
SLD: 4:1840<br>


As they cleared the space doors, they were greated by at least a couple
Krysa walked into 10-Forward after having spent the day enjoying Kavan’s
dozen ships ranging from small travel pods to runabouts and a few small
novel on the holodeck. Now she found herself starved and decided to have a
transports, all maneuvering in a mock battle to get the best photographic
bite to eat.
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.
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.”


"Just making sure the kinks are out of the thruster system," Jerran said
He nodded giving her a faint smile, “I’m always busy during shore leave.”
with a mischevious grin. "We've cleared planetary orbit, sir."


"Set course for the Coalsack and engage at warp 6."
“Yes, I know. We will have to rectify that you know.”


"Aye, aye, sir," LT Jerran said as he punched the coordinates into the
He looked at her but didn’t say anything.
computer and engaged the warp drive.


Hundreds of cameras were pointed towards the FEYNMAN as her engine
She laughed lightly, “Don’t worry, it won’t hurt.”
nacelles raised to warp flight mode and she sped off on a new adventure.


<NRPG>
Krysa ordered a large dinner from the replicator and chatted with the
Short and sweet, just enough to get us on our way :)
Klingon as she ate. Tarrant laughed at her. “What?” she asked.
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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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<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
“You should have been a Klingon.”
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
Krysa looked down at her plate and chuckled, “Yes, perhaps I should have.
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
Scene: Bridge<br>
shipping.”
SLD: 5.0750<br>


“Can’t you tell us anything?”
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.”


“Well, there will be a press conference about it tomorrow. That would be
He stood and looked up at her, “Lieutenanat.”
your best bet.” Krysa said with a smile. She hoped it didn’t look to
phoney.


“What are your feelings about this mission?”
“Where is Mr. Teeta this morning?”


“Of course, I’m just happy to be able to do what I can. But please excuse
“He had a family emergency, sir. And I was the only one with the
me, it is very important that I get this shipped out.”
experience to fill in.” said the Bolian stiffly.


“Does it have something to do with the Coalsack?”
“Very well, Mr. Ein,” she said with a diplomatic smile.


Krysa frowned, “This box? No... I assure you it doesn’t.”
Zane, who was sitting in his chair, looking very pleased with it, called
 
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
down to her, “Congratulations Lt, on being one of the few bridge officers
to keep up your sidearm qualifications.”
to keep up your sidearm qualifications.”
Line 4,431: Line 4,431:
-CMDR Nigel Straun, TACFLEET Liason Officer, INDIGO FLEET<br>
-CMDR Nigel Straun, TACFLEET Liason Officer, INDIGO FLEET<br>
-CMDR Horatio Sinclair, Fleet Intelligence Officer, BLUE FLEET<br>
-CMDR Horatio Sinclair, Fleet Intelligence Officer, BLUE FLEET<br>
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Before Entering</h3>
<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 Max Felsher 7-2-1996</h4>
<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>


Meleah, sir," the android replied.  
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.


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


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


"Dismissed."  
"Aye sir." Jerran replied.


MD 1.1430 Bridge
"What's behind there, lieLutenant?"


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


"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.'
"Lt Meleah?" Zane asked.


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


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


"Oh, come on, Commander."  
"Bridge to engineering."


"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.  
[Koreth here.]


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


MD 1.1700 First Officer's Office
[Yes sir. We're locked and loaded.]


As Maril looked over some information on the Coalsack, he heard the office's "doorbell".  
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
"Enter," he commanded. Lieutenant Meleah walked through the doorway, then stood stiffly at attention in front of Maril's desk.  
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."


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


"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."  
"Put me on ship wide Ensign."


"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."  
"Aye sir."


"Understood, sir," Meleah affirmed.  
"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."


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


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


MD 4.0600
______________________________________________<br>
Scene: Bridge, USS PHOENIX<br>


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


The sun has met the sea, <br>
"Helm set course for the TYPHOON, warp 1. Signal the ARGONAUT and
Lt. Commander Onta Maril, <br>
the ROLLING THUNDER to join us there."
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. :)
"Sensors have picked up a small probe left just outside the
'sack."


Ted: I still haven't gotten anything on the Helm section of the BrOT from you. :(
"A communications relay?" Tremaine asked.


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.
"Think so." His exec replied.
<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.
"Can we access it?"
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
"Already working on it."
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
"Excellent." He leaned back in his chair smiling. Everything was
experience in the science field than you do."
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.


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


"I have checked over every crew member's record and decided to
Well let this wooden writing be a lesson to those of you who get up early
make a few changes. Lt(jg) Swanson is shown to be better
and try to be creative before coffee. Knew a few people going to the
qualified to have the position of ASCI. You have the option
Olympics and I was silly enough to stay up and watch the opening
of being the XO for any of the shifts or the CO for GAMMA shift."
ceremonies in the hopes of seeing them...my wife saw one.


"You're joking!" Loth exclaimed.
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!)


"No, I am not."
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>


"Well, I'm not working with you, that's for sure. Nor am I
All: Ok were here lets get to work!
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
Respectfully,<br>
computer.
Andy<br>


"Hmph," was all Loth said to that.
-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 had found Loth to be fairly disagreeable unlike her new ASCI
Meleah, sir," the android replied.  
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
"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."
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
"Understood, sir."
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.
"Dismissed."
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
MD 1.1430 Bridge
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.
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.  
Meleah held onto the console with one hand while the other continued to
record information from the sensors.


<<SNIP>>
"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.'
MD: 4.0612


The crew on the bridge watched as the shuttles were launched and
"Oh, hello, Commander," Jenn greeted him. "Would you mind telling us who our new Chief Science Officer is?"
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
"I think you'll meet her soon enough."  
interference any more."


----
"Oh, come on, Commander."
NRPG:


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


Just giving everyone an insight into how Meleah works. I figured a back
"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>)
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
MD 1.1700 First Officer's Office
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.
As Maril looked over some information on the Coalsack, he heard the office's "doorbell".  


Kristen: We might try to see how Meleah and Krysa get along <G>.
"Enter," he commanded. Lieutenant Meleah walked through the doorway, then stood stiffly at attention in front of Maril's desk.  


Sincerely yours,<br>
"At ease, Lieutenant. Please, sit down." The android accepted the chair silently, and waited while Maril cleared his throat before he spoke.  
Lt. Meleah, SCI, USS FEYNMAN, Silver Fleet.<br>


Melanie Pocknall.
"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."
<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
"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."
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.
"Understood, sir," Meleah affirmed.  


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


"Aye sir." Jerran replied.
"Dismissed."  


"What's behind there, lieLutenant?"
MD 4.0600


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


"Lt Meleah?" Zane asked.
The sun has met the sea, <br>
Lt. Commander Onta Maril, <br>
First Officer, USS Feynman, <br>
aka Max Felsher <br>


"One moment sir." The new SCI, sitting at the bridge science
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. :)
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
Ted: I still haven't gotten anything on the Helm section of the BrOT from you. :(
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."
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>
[Koreth here.]
<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>


"Mr. Koreth are the two communication relay pods ready for
Lt. Meleah watched out the viewscreen while they entered the 'Sack.
launch?"
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.


[Yes sir. We're locked and loaded.]
"An android is replacing me!" he had said with disgust. "I
don't see why, I'm perfectly capable of doing the job."


After the briefing the Admiral had sent out they had taken some
"I do not doubt that you cannot do the job. But I have more
extra precautions one of which was to adjust two probes to become enhanced
experience in the science field than you do."
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."
"That remains to be seen," Loth said snidely. "What are you
doing about the roster?"


"Probe one away."
"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."


"Put me on ship wide Ensign."
"You're joking!" Loth exclaimed.


"Aye sir."
"No, I am not."


"Attention all hands, this is the Captain. In a few moments we
"Well, I'm not working with you, that's for sure. Nor am I
will be entering the Coalsack. As I'm sure you are all aware it is a most
working with Swansen. So I suppose I'll take the GAMMA shift,"
uninviting place. While the FEYNMAN is well suited to this environment we
he said grudgingly. "Who'll the XO be?"
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
"MCPO Richards," Meleah stated without even consulting the
ordered.
computer.


"Mr. Jerran take us in 1/4 impulse."
"Hmph," was all Loth said to that.


______________________________________________<br>
Meleah had found Loth to be fairly disagreeable unlike her new ASCI
Scene: Bridge, USS PHOENIX<br>
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.


"We've just received word from TYPHOON sir, FEYNMAN has
Unlike her job as press agent. The press had had a field day when
just entered the 'sack at position L-357."
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.


"Helm set course for the TYPHOON, warp 1. Signal the ARGONAUT and
All of this Meleah reviewed in one second. Part of her was still
the ROLLING THUNDER to join us there."
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.


"Sensors have picked up a small probe left just outside the
Meleah also remembered her first meeting with the rest of the staff.
'sack."
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.


"A communications relay?" Tremaine asked.
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.


"Think so." His exec replied.
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.


"Can we access it?"
<<SNIP>>
MD: 4.0612


"Already working on it."
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.


"Excellent." He leaned back in his chair smiling. Everything was
"Yes, sir. The gas and dust is not providing us with much
proceeding to plan. In a few days they would have the information they
interference any more."
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>>>
----
NRPG:


Well let this wooden writing be a lesson to those of you who get up early
(I couldn't think of anything else to add!)
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
Just giving everyone an insight into how Meleah works. I figured a back
one took place on or about MD:1.1400. This one is MD:4.0600, almost 3
post would put people out of sync with the rest of the story, so I
days later. So we can assume that nothing of major import happened during
incorporated it into the current post, the first part of which is set just
that time. However, any backposts such as Maril meeting Meleah would now
before Joseph's post.
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
BTW: Lt(jg) Nali Swansen is the new ASCI, with Ens Loth (does he have a
rostor...but there was no security roster!
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.


The SHADOW Fleet: USS PHOENIX -SOLAR Class Capt. Tremaine<br>
Joseph: I hope Meleah getting 100% won't put Jerral's nose out of joint.
USS ARGONAUT -AGAMEMNON Class<br>
USS TYPHOON -STORM Class<br>
USS ROLLING THUNDER-Storm Class<br>


All: Ok were here lets get to work!
Kristen: We might try to see how Meleah and Krysa get along <G>.


Respectfully,<br>
Sincerely yours,<br>
Andy<br>
Lt. Meleah, SCI, USS FEYNMAN, Silver Fleet.<br>


-LT.CMDR Tarsa Rogers, Unassigned<br>
Melanie Pocknall.
-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: Once More Into the Breech, Old Friends...</h3>
<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>
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Joseph Baker 7-21-1996</h4>
Line 5,235: Line 5,235:


Jennifer nodded to the science officer in the copilot seat, who got up and
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
acivated the transporter. A female Bajoran officer in a blue uniform
shimmered into view on the transporter pad as Jennifer sent the signal to
shimmered into view on the transporter pad as Jennifer sent the signal to
the other shuttles to follow her deeper into the 'Sack.
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."
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* jobaker@chuma.cas.usf.edu      *    jbaker@deans2.cas.usf.edu          *
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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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<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,
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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* 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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<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
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,<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. ;)


<NRPG>
To quote Joseph(with a slight modification): BTW,
Donna, feel free to write anything you want about the arrival onto the
Andy made me do it. <BG>
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>
All: I left everything a little vague so you can
Scene: USS FEYNMAN, Bridge<br>
fill in the details. You can write the 0200
MD: 4.1500<br>
meeting if you want. I just didn't want to, not
knowing what people would come up with.


"How'd the thruster repairs go, Lieutenant?" CMDR Maril asked LT Jerran as
Andy: I hope this is what you had in mind. :)
he walked off the turbolift towards the flight control console.


"Rather well, sir. There was no physical damage to the thruster hardware
Kristen, Melanie, Ted, Jason: Have a good time up
itself. The sabotage was mainly relegated to teh computer software."
on the Feymnan!


"Good, then they should be operating normally."
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


"Better than so, I'd say, sir," Jerran said as he typed a few commands
Jason, Melanie, Mike: Please pick one NPC from your
into the console. "I made a minor modification to the thruster system,
department to accompany the away team. You may
adding some subspace driver coils to them. We don't get as much physical
play that NPC, or not.
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
Melanie: If you can, try to figure out some way for
repairs and said, "Just don't tell Tarrant about the repairs, or he'll
us to get into the base, hopefully the cargo hold,
think you're invading his territory."
since that's where I wrote the team being.


Jerran raised an upswept eyebrow and said, "I dont look at it as an
Donna: As said in the post, please figure out what
invasion per se. More like trying to make up for my lack of compassion
the pirates would probably wear.
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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