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<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Staffing</h3> | <h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Staffing</h3> | ||
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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> | |||
"I think the cadets are coming along rather well," ENS Cartwright said as | |||
she and Jerran walked into his room. He immediately went over to his | |||
bedroom to change out of the flight jumpsuit he was wearing and into a | |||
regular duty uniform for the briefing in a half an hour. "I'm glad the | |||
Training Corp let decided to let them stay for the next mission." | |||
As Jerran washed up and put on a new shirt, he nodded and said, "Yeah, but | |||
I'd still prefer to get some real pilots for this next mission. If the | |||
tone of CMDR Maril's voice on that message about the briefing was any | |||
indication, we might need them. Computer, list messages." | |||
[One message forwarded by WO1 Charles Dunnon, originally from ENS Allard.] | |||
"Ah, our new security chief. Play message." | |||
As he got dressed, the FCO listened to the CSO's message concerning | |||
beefing up the flight department with other types of fighters. He raised | |||
an eyebrow but made no comment till the message had played out. | |||
"Computer, response to ENS Allard's message as follows: Suggestions noted | |||
and appreciated. However, in the future, any comments and suggestions | |||
dealing with the flight department should be sent directly to me. End | |||
Message." | |||
"Wasn't that a little harsh?" Jennifer said as she plopped herself down on | |||
the couch. "Afterall, this probably is his first deep space assignment." | |||
"True, but he's got to learn this from someone. Better it be me and my | |||
style than for him to do the exact same thing with someone like LT Koreth | |||
and end up getting his head bitten off for it." | |||
He walked over and kissed Jennifer before walking towards the door. As he | |||
was about to leave, she said, "Speaking of the CEO, scuttlebut is that you | |||
had better stay out of engineering for a while. That maneuver you did | |||
blew out quite a few SIF and IDF relays, and so you are not exactly on his | |||
list of favorite people." | |||
"Oh, I guess you're right. As soon as the meeting is over, I'll go down | |||
and help put together some of the damage I created. A couple of the new | |||
shuttles should be arriving sometime around then, so you'll have to get | |||
them and catalog them." | |||
"Aye, sir," she said with a mock salute from the couch as he walked out | |||
toward the holodeck. | |||
< | <nowiki>---------------------------------------------</nowiki><br> | ||
Scene: Holodeck<br> | |||
Considering the holonovel LT Jenn was working on this morning when LTJG | |||
the | Jerran had passed by her in the hallway, he was somewhat expecting to see | ||
dragons floating around the sky scape as he walked into the holodeck, but | |||
was instead surprised to see the table with the PADDs sitting near the | |||
blue glowing door. | |||
He picked up a PADD and walked towards the door, thinking it was a | |||
forcefield. He touched it lightly with his hand and felt it go through | |||
water. Smiling, he walked through the threshhold, holding his breath. | |||
As a half Vulcan, he was too genetically inclined to swim underwater, | |||
usually, let alone breath under it, but when one of the finned humanoids | |||
came up and told him it was alright to breath, he tried it. It was | |||
somewhat difficult to breath, but he got used to it rather quickly and | |||
followed the mermaid to the briefing area. He decided this was probably | |||
payback for making the crew walk up the steps of Mount Seleya in Vulcan's | |||
thin, dry atmosphere. | |||
When he arrived, he watched as LT Koreth dismounted his sea horse, and | |||
gave the CEO a slight, apologetic smile as he wandered over to the buffet | |||
table which the OPS officer was already conspicuously attacking, as was | |||
usual. Jerran was glad to see that the death of her husband hadn't killed | |||
Krysa's appetite. He got a few seafood delicacies and sat down at the | |||
table, awaiting the arrival of the rest of the senior officers. | |||
<pre style="font-weight: bold; background-color: #303030; color: #ccc7e1;"> | |||
**************************************************************************** | |||
* jobaker@chuma.cas.usf.edu * jbaker@deans2.cas.usf.edu * | |||
**************************************************************************** | |||
* Raneov Stefanh e-Annhwi tr'Khnialmnae, CO, HgR Ja'telaih, TOS TREKMUSE * | |||
* LTJG Jerran Terel, FCO, USS FEYNMAN, alt.starfleet.rpg * | |||
* ENS Logan Knight, CEO, USS TSUNAMI, alt.starfleet.rpg * | |||
* Dr. Alexa Denora, Sci Admin, Kachaira III Colony, alt.starfleet.rpg * | |||
**************************************************************************** | |||
* Daisemi'in rhhaensuriuu * Of the Chief parts of the * | |||
* meillunsiateve * Ruling Passion only this * | |||
* rh'e Mnhei'sahe yie ahr'en: * Can be truly said: * | |||
* Mnahe afw'ein qiuu, * Hate has a reason for everything * | |||
* rh'e hweithnaef * But love is unreasonable * | |||
* mrht Heis'he ehl'ein qiuu * --Rihannsu Proverb * | |||
**************************************************************************** | |||
</pre> | |||
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: How About a Swim?</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Kristen Gant 7-10-1996</h4> | |||
Stardate: 80710<br> | |||
Scene: Holodeck 3<br> | |||
SLD: 2.1330 (Mission briefing is at 2.1400 right?)<br> | |||
Krysa had barely finished initializing her holo-novel when she got a | |||
message from Commander Zane that she needed to have her briefing program | |||
ready for the mission briefing. She had almost forgotten. Kavan’s novel | |||
would have to wait. She stored that program and brought out her briefing | |||
program. After about a couple hours of finishing touches she felt it was | |||
ready. She called Bat and he met her at the Holodeck. | |||
“You look tired, Bat.” | |||
“Oh please, don’t remind me. I took some of the guys down to Epsilon last | |||
night. They had to kick us out sometime this morning. I am tired!” | |||
Krysa chuckled. “Well, I hope you’re up for this.” | |||
“I wouldn’t think of letting you down,” he said with a grin, attempting to | |||
push the late night/early morning look from his face. “I’m ready when you | |||
are.” he asked her. | |||
She nodded, “Computer, run briefing program Jenn One.” | |||
<Program now running. Enter when ready.> | |||
Krysa walked through the open doorway into a small room, followed closely | |||
by Bat. On one wall was a long table with eight PADD’s set out. On the | |||
wall opposite the Arch was an open door way with a blue shimmering energy | |||
field blocking it. | |||
Krysa | <Good Morning, Krysa,> came her own voice over the speakers, <Please take | ||
a PADD and enter through the blue doorway.> | |||
Bat smiled, “Much better then the old computer voice,” | |||
<Good Morning, Bat> Krysa’s voice said again, <Welcome to today’s mission | |||
briefing.> | |||
Krysa chuckled. She picked up a PADD and motioned for Bat to head through | |||
the doorway. | |||
“Why do you need a special PADD?” asked Bat. | |||
“You’ll see,” she said with a grin. | |||
“Ladies, first,” he objected. | |||
“Not this time, my friend,” she smiled. | |||
Bat shrugged, “I should know better by now,” he murmured more to himself | |||
then to her. He always seemed to be the guinea pig for these little | |||
briefing programs. Then he walked through the door and disappeared from | |||
her view. Krysa followed him immediately stepping through the doorway. | |||
She was immediately immersed in water standing on a small ledge. She | |||
could feel the water as soft currents carried it like a breeze around her. | |||
Yet she was breathing normally. She looked around, to see a muscular | |||
merman standing there motioning for her to follow him. <If you will follow | |||
me.> he said telepathically. | |||
She smiled, pleased with the final full effect of her program. She looked | |||
beyond the ledge to see Bat having a grand time swimming through the 3D | |||
aqua world, doing flips and rolls along with a pretty mermaid. She | |||
laughed, glad to see he was enjoying it. | |||
“So what do you think,” She called. While she could talk under the water, | |||
her voice was slightly distorted. | |||
He swam over to her, followed by the mermaid, and landed his feet on the | |||
ledge next to her. “I love it! So I take it the PADD’s are waterproof?” | |||
Krysa nodded and he continued, “How is it that we can talk and breath | |||
under all this water?” he asked with the same distorted effect on his | |||
voice. | |||
“Because you are with an Imarian Aquine,” she said with a smile. | |||
“A what?” then looking at the mermaid, he said, “Her? The mermaid?” | |||
Krysa nodded, “Pretty close, Bat. Actually she is an Imarian Aquine from | |||
the planet Imari. It is a planet much like Earth, being over 50% water. | |||
However, there are two sentient species on the planet. One being the | |||
Aquines,” she said motioning at their escorts, “and the other being the | |||
Avines. Both are humanoid, except that the Aquines have gills as well as | |||
lungs and the Avines have wings as well as arms. If we were on land | |||
meeting the ‘merman’, you wouldn’t even know he was a merman. They only | |||
have their tails when immersed in water.” | |||
“Can’t say as I’ve ever met one.” | |||
Krysa smiled, “No, not likely, they are very new members of our | |||
Federation.” | |||
“Course that still doesn’t explain how I can breath down here.” | |||
“Actually it does,” she said smiling, “Each Imarian Aquine can ‘breath’ | |||
for approximately two or three non-Aquines. I’m not really sure of the | |||
biology behind it. Perhaps Dr. Glin’kharr could explain it; I can’t. I | |||
just know that it works. So as long as you’re with your escort, you should | |||
have no problem breathing,” she assured him, “So it’s fun, isn’t it?” | |||
“That it is,” he said stepping off the ledge as he did a few more spins | |||
through the water. “So where are we holding this meeting?” She pointed | |||
down toward a dark cavern where another muscular merman sat guarding the | |||
entrance. It was the only cave entrance so should be difficult for her | |||
fellow crewmates to follow. | |||
The two swam down to the merman who meet them, “Good tide, Krysa. The | |||
meeting awaits you.” He bowed gallantly to the Betazoid woman and then | |||
turned to Bat, “Good tide to you as well, Sir.” | |||
Bat and Krysa nodded and swam into the cavern which was lit by luminescent | |||
rocks which lined portions of the walls. | |||
They continued down the lit tunnel until the came to a large cavern where | |||
a conference table had been set up. Bat’s buffet table was set up as well, | |||
waiting for him to come up with a few surprises to place upon it. | |||
“How do you expect me to set a table down here. My liver pate would be | |||
ruined, not to mention those cute little sandwiches I spent all morning | |||
cutting,” he said chuckling. “I can just see them floating through the | |||
water now.” | |||
“Hmm,” she said with a raised eyebrow, “I’m sure you can come up with | |||
something suited to the decor.” | |||
“Sure... but will anyone eat it.” Then he glance at her, “...besides you, | |||
my dear.” | |||
Krysa laughed and swam over to the table to help Bat prepare his part of | |||
this briefing. | |||
. | Regards,<br> | ||
Lt. Krysa Jenn<br> | |||
****<br> | |||
NRPG: Enjoy!! I was in need of a good swim :)<br> | |||
BTW, I did not create the Imarian Aquine race nor their planet. They were | |||
created by a friend of mine, Judi Marko, for a character she plays in | |||
another RP group. I thought they were fun, so here it is. Have fun ! :) | |||
Kristen | |||
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: A Whole New World</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Jason Bostjancic 7-10-1996</h4> | |||
SD: 80710 | |||
As normal, the Feynman CEO completely disregarded the | |||
Tarrant | shore leave orders. There was always work to be done. After the | ||
last mission he had to replace one of the structural integrity | |||
field generators. And Tarrant cursed Jerran's name every second | |||
of it. Not so much out of jealousy, but because of the absolute | |||
lack of thought at what his manuever almost did. The backup | |||
SIF was at 14% when they finally pulled out of the little maneuver. | |||
Had Tarrant not have been at an Engineering Panel, the Feynman | |||
would have been no more. | |||
Then there was the Captain's new chair. That was something a | |||
little more interesting to build. A tungsten-duranium alloy would | |||
provide the support needed for what Tarrant had in mind. The | |||
chair itself would have 360 deg. rotation. And a special addition, | |||
a PGR (Personal Gravity Restraint). Emitters throughout the chair | |||
would produce a type of gravity beam that would keep the Captain | |||
in his chair should the ship be thrown about. All he would have to do | |||
would be to touch a ergonomically placed button on the left arm. Or | |||
he could set it for automatic use. | |||
Now though the CEO found himself heading to holodeck 3. The | |||
future awaited, and he was a little hungry for action. Probably | |||
the Klingon part of him coming out a little, and the fact that | |||
he missed being at tactical when the Cardassian's arrived. | |||
Scene: Holodeck 3<br> | |||
MD: 2:1350<br> | |||
Tarrant stepped through the arch and found himself in another room. | |||
<Gasp> At the far side he saw the blue opening. After the last | |||
few briefings this time Tarrant came prepared... almost. Carefully | |||
the CEO let his hand enter the blueish substance and felt wet. | |||
Removing it, it came out dry. A few wavy figures could be seen inside. | |||
"At least we won't be dripping throught the ship after this." | |||
Then he realized that Krysa would probably stop anyone from | |||
altering her little world with a PADD inside. Water, even holographic, | |||
could be programmed to render equipment useless. | |||
After remembering the Flying Carpet incident during the Egypt | |||
holobriefing where he slammed into the Great Pyramid, Tarrant | |||
pondered his next choice carefully. Finally he gave in. | |||
After a moment he accessed some of the commands and brought | |||
out something more to his style, then he entered the waterworld. | |||
"Good Tide, Sir." Announced the fishy figure. | |||
Tarrant found himself floating in water. Worse, he could never | |||
swim all that well. He started to panic a little before he realized that he | |||
could take a breath. | |||
(Good old Krysa) Thought Tarrant. Then he looked around | |||
and found his transportation. His little addition. | |||
and | |||
To his right was a Giant Seahorse, perfect for the partial klingon | |||
the | to jump on. To its right another merfolk had saddled himself on one | ||
of the creatures. | |||
" | "Your steed sir. I will be your escort." | ||
...............<br> | |||
A smile, a true smile, was glued to Tarrant's face. The Sea Horse | |||
was absolutely perfect. Instead of rushing directly to the cave, | |||
the CEO touk a roundabout course checking out the other | |||
sea life. His programmed escort continued to try and get him to | |||
the cave ahead, but wouldn't leave his side. | |||
Tarrant had never thought of water as fun before, nor did he | |||
ever really care for sea life. But this was incredible. | |||
Finally he entered the cave, and dismounted. "Good boy" blurbed | |||
Tarrant as he patted the Sea Horse. | |||
Entering the conference area, Tarrant spotted the OPS officer and | |||
gave her a deep "Good Tide, Krysa." | |||
<NRPG> | |||
Now back to my little hurricane. BERTHA. | |||
Respectfully,<br> | |||
Jason<br> | |||
Lieutenant Cmdr. Tirrin Vorak - OPS/2O - USS SERAPIS<br> | |||
Lieutenant Tarrant L. Koreth - CEO - USS FEYNMAN<br> | |||
"Quoth the Raven 'Nevermore'" | |||
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Ready-room-->Swim</h3> | <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 | ||
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-CMDR Nigel Straun, TACFLEET Liason Officer, INDIGO FLEET<br> | -CMDR Nigel Straun, TACFLEET Liason Officer, INDIGO FLEET<br> | ||
-CMDR Horatio Sinclair, Fleet Intelligence Officer, BLUE FLEET<br> | -CMDR Horatio Sinclair, Fleet Intelligence Officer, BLUE FLEET<br> | ||
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: | <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 | <h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by | ||
Andrew Catterick 7-20-1996</h4> | |||
SD: 80720.0730<br> | |||
MD: 4.0600<br> | |||
Scene: Bridge<br> | |||
Zane entered the bridge with great anticipation. Three days of | |||
monotonous travel had taken its toll and he was thankful they had finally | |||
arrived. He noticed that all the senior officers who had ALPHA watch were | |||
already at their stations. It seemed they too were looking forward to the | |||
next FEYNMAN adventure. | |||
" | "We're approaching the Coalsack's perimeter." The FCO told him. | ||
" | "Slow to impulse. And hold at 10,000km." | ||
" | "Aye sir." Jerran replied. | ||
"What's behind there, lieLutenant?" | |||
"Sensors are having trouble penetrating the 'wall'." The OPS | |||
officer replied as her fingers flew across her board. | |||
" | "Lt Meleah?" Zane asked. | ||
" | "One moment sir." The new SCI, sitting at the bridge science | ||
station began to fine tune the DELPHI Array. She had expected such a | |||
problem and had already completed modifications. | |||
" | "Begining to receive some information now sir...." As Jenn began | ||
to relay the information to the rest of the bridge, Zane pulled up her | |||
diosplays on his arm console. It didn't look very inviting. | |||
" | "Bridge to engineering." | ||
[Koreth here.] | |||
" | "Mr. Koreth are the two communication relay pods ready for | ||
launch?" | |||
[Yes sir. We're locked and loaded.] | |||
After the briefing the Admiral had sent out they had taken some | |||
extra precautions one of which was to adjust two probes to become enhanced | |||
communications relays. It had been decided that the FEYNMAN, on its | |||
own would most likely lose contact with EPSILON after entering the sack | |||
and that these two probes would, hopefully, allieviate this. The first | |||
would be deployed here, just outside the sack and was essentially a | |||
standard communications relay. The second would be deployed just inside | |||
the sack. When discussing the idea the new SCI had suggested that the | |||
storms and their resulting currents and eddies would most likely send the | |||
relay thousands of kilometres away from its intended station thus negating | |||
its effects. As a solution, Lt. Koreth had, with a little improvisation, | |||
attached a small computer and engine to the probe which would keep it with | |||
100km of its desired position. | |||
" | "Ensign Allard deploy probe 1." | ||
" | "Probe one away." | ||
" | "Put me on ship wide Ensign." | ||
" | "Aye sir." | ||
" | "Attention all hands, this is the Captain. In a few moments we | ||
will be entering the Coalsack. As I'm sure you are all aware it is a most | |||
uninviting place. While the FEYNMAN is well suited to this environment we | |||
can expect to be jostled around somewhat, especially upon entry. So grab | |||
something solid and hold on. See you on the other side. Zane out." He | |||
turned to face Maril. "Here we go." | |||
" | "Raise shields and go to yellow alert." The first officer | ||
ordered. | |||
" | "Mr. Jerran take us in 1/4 impulse." | ||
______________________________________________<br> | |||
Scene: Bridge, USS PHOENIX<br> | |||
"We've just received word from TYPHOON sir, FEYNMAN has | |||
just entered the 'sack at position L-357." | |||
"Helm set course for the TYPHOON, warp 1. Signal the ARGONAUT and | |||
the ROLLING THUNDER to join us there." | |||
"Sensors have picked up a small probe left just outside the | |||
'sack." | |||
"A communications relay?" Tremaine asked. | |||
"Think so." His exec replied. | |||
"Can we access it?" | |||
" | "Already working on it." | ||
" | "Excellent." He leaned back in his chair smiling. Everything was | ||
proceeding to plan. In a few days they would have the information they | |||
needed and in a few days more they'd be heroes. Pity that the FEYNMAN | |||
might have to be 'removed'. The thought of firing on Starfleet officers | |||
was not a pleasant one. Still, it was officers like them, so officious | |||
and rigid that had put him and his crew in the position they were now in. | |||
But not for long. His sources at Starfleet Command had told him that 5 | |||
new ships were being readied for launch. He meant to have one. | |||
<<<NRPG>>> | |||
Well let this wooden writing be a lesson to those of you who get up early | |||
and try to be creative before coffee. Knew a few people going to the | |||
Olympics and I was silly enough to stay up and watch the opening | |||
ceremonies in the hopes of seeing them...my wife saw one. | |||
Melanie/Mike Dailey: Please note mission dates. The last few before this | |||
one took place on or about MD:1.1400. This one is MD:4.0600, almost 3 | |||
days later. So we can assume that nothing of major import happened during | |||
of | that time. However, any backposts such as Maril meeting Meleah would now | ||
be out of sinc so the MD tells us right away where the post fits in to the | |||
greater story-line. (Am I helping or confusing...I can smell the coffee | |||
its almost done!) | |||
Mike Dailey:I received a NRPG from you saying Here is my security | |||
rostor...but there was no security roster! | |||
The SHADOW Fleet: USS PHOENIX -SOLAR Class Capt. Tremaine<br> | |||
USS ARGONAUT -AGAMEMNON Class<br> | |||
USS TYPHOON -STORM Class<br> | |||
USS ROLLING THUNDER-Storm Class<br> | |||
All: Ok were here lets get to work! | |||
Respectfully,<br> | |||
Andy<br> | |||
" | -LT.CMDR Tarsa Rogers, Unassigned<br> | ||
-CMDR Zane, Commanding Officer, USS FEYNMAN<br> | |||
-CMDR Nigel Straun, TACFLEET Liason Officer, INDIGO FLEET<br> | |||
-CMDR Horatio Sinclair, Fleet Intelligence Officer, BLUE FLEET<br> | |||
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Before Entering</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Max Felsher 7-21-1996</h4> | |||
Meleah | Meleah, sir," the android replied. | ||
"Very well, Lieutenant Meleah. I would like to welcome you to the Feynman. We will probably need your skills very much on this mission. Once you get settled in, I would like you to report to my office at 1700 hours." | |||
"Understood, sir." | |||
"Dismissed." | |||
MD 1.1430 Bridge | |||
Maril arrived back on the Bridge, noticing that Commander Zane had left. He also noticed that Lieutenants Jenn and Jerran were teasing each other, and so(partially because he was in a good mood and partially because he couldn't have Jenn sitting in the new chair while he just stood there), he interrupted them. | |||
"Ahh, I see you two are having a good time." Jenn looked up, and Jerran quickly started to study his console, with a glance to Jenn that seemed to say, 'Boy, are you gonna get it.' | |||
"Oh, hello, Commander," Jenn greeted him. "Would you mind telling us who our new Chief Science Officer is?" | |||
" | "I think you'll meet her soon enough." | ||
"Oh, come on, Commander." | |||
"No, Lieutenant, I am not telling you who she is, and I suggest you get back to your station." Jenn did sit back down at her station, but she added, "So, it's a female." Maril could have kicked himself for saying "she" and "her", but he just grinned. | |||
"Yes, she is." "Fine." <<<<NRPG:Ha, ha, ha, now I'm sitting in the new chair. Yes, Kristen, I know you thought you would have it forever, but being FO does have its perks(now Zane's gonna come and take the chair from Maril and Andy will note that being CO has even more perks<g>) | |||
MD 1.1700 First Officer's Office | |||
As Maril looked over some information on the Coalsack, he heard the office's "doorbell". | |||
"Enter," he commanded. Lieutenant Meleah walked through the doorway, then stood stiffly at attention in front of Maril's desk. | |||
"At ease, Lieutenant. Please, sit down." The android accepted the chair silently, and waited while Maril cleared his throat before he spoke. | |||
"Well, Lieutenant, you are coming at a very opportune time. Our mission is to map the Coalsack, especially the many pirate bases in there. The DELPHI array, unlike most sensor arrays, can cut through the interference. However, it is still inhibited by it, and we will need up-to-the-minute reports. As you may know, the Coalsack is fraught with dangers, and we will need to avoid these as best we can. All of this, as well as the normal duties of the Chief Science Officer, will be part of your job. I would think it rather daunting." | |||
"You may want to make modifications to the array, which of course you may do, with the authorization of the Captain and myself. Also, if you have any suggestions in preparing for the Coalsack, do not hesitate to talk to the Captain. We must be ready for anything." | |||
" | "Understood, sir," Meleah affirmed. | ||
" | "Good. Now, you may choose a new ASciO, or any other member of your staff, although your choices are basically limited to this ship, since we have left Starbase already. Your quarters are in room 0541. I suggest you make all of your changes soon, because, in less than two days, we are heading into the Coalsack. Oh, one more thing, Lieutenant. I was a Chief Science Officer before I rose to FO. I do know how it feels," Maril smiled. | ||
" | "Dismissed." | ||
MD 4.0600 | |||
Engineering Warrant Officer Samuel Redaso, a new officer just transferred from Epsilon, stood at a console, looking at the Feynman's emission outputs. They were rather low, though not undetectable. On his service record, everything before his assignment to Epsilon had been listed as *CLASSIFIED*. Everyone had just assumed that he had been on some intelligence mission before. Although he did have some experience in intelligence work, that wasn't why the record was classified. The classification had been made because WO Redaso had been in GREY Fleet before SILVER, and obviously they didn't want the Feynman knowing about that fact. Having known that a communications buoy would be dropped right outside the Coalsack, he had made some modifications. He knew that his GREY Fleet compatriots would want to destroy the buoy, but he had left a coded message in the buoy. He hoped it would convince them to not destroy the buoy. In his message, he pointed out that they would not only be able to tell what was happening to the Feynman, but they would also be able to read his encoded messages embedded in the Feynman communications. Redaso smiled. He had of course relayed the fact that there would be a double shield on the Feynman, but now he would also be able to tell them the new shield frequency. Redaso grinned inward. They didn't even know.... | |||
The sun has met the sea, <br> | |||
Lt. Commander Onta Maril, <br> | |||
First Officer, USS Feynman, <br> | |||
aka Max Felsher <br> | |||
NRPG: Ooh, more ominous spy stuff, except now we know who it is. However, I don't think we should kill him yet. That would be too easy. :) | |||
Ted: I still haven't gotten anything on the Helm section of the BrOT from you. :( | |||
"Bridge | Joseph: I was wondering if you have any NPC's you're not fond of. <G> I think Redaso's the kind of person who would get an accomplice(so he could blame someone else), and Flight Control and Engineering would be a good match of departments. | ||
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Just Before Entering the Sack</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by | |||
Melanie Pocknall 7-22-1996</h4> | |||
SD: 80722.0600<br> | |||
MD: 4.0608<br> | |||
Place: Bridge (just before entering the sack)<br> | |||
Lt. Meleah watched out the viewscreen while they entered the 'Sack. | |||
She was curious as to what they would find in there, at the same time as | |||
hoping that her science staff were getting along with each other. During | |||
one second, she remembered her meeting with Ens Loth, who appeared to have a | |||
chip on his shoulder about something. He was currently seething about | |||
Meleah starting her shift early because of the early time going into the | |||
'Sack. He had been very nearly openly hostile towards Meleah, as had been | |||
evident by his words. | |||
" | "An android is replacing me!" he had said with disgust. "I | ||
don't see why, I'm perfectly capable of doing the job." | |||
"I do not doubt that you cannot do the job. But I have more | |||
experience in the science field than you do." | |||
"That remains to be seen," Loth said snidely. "What are you | |||
doing about the roster?" | |||
" | "I have checked over every crew member's record and decided to | ||
make a few changes. Lt(jg) Swanson is shown to be better | |||
qualified to have the position of ASCI. You have the option | |||
of being the XO for any of the shifts or the CO for GAMMA shift." | |||
" | "You're joking!" Loth exclaimed. | ||
" | "No, I am not." | ||
" | "Well, I'm not working with you, that's for sure. Nor am I | ||
working with Swansen. So I suppose I'll take the GAMMA shift," | |||
he said grudgingly. "Who'll the XO be?" | |||
" | "MCPO Richards," Meleah stated without even consulting the | ||
computer. | |||
" | "Hmph," was all Loth said to that. | ||
Meleah had found Loth to be fairly disagreeable unlike her new ASCI | |||
who should have probably been a counselor. Nali Swansen had a knack for | |||
getting along with people, and Meleah had decided that she would make a good | |||
assistant, especially with the reports she had been doing each day. Right | |||
now, Nali was working with some engineers on the DELPHI array, just in case | |||
a subspace bubble needed to be initiated to protect the ship from any | |||
damaging warp bubbles. Meleah had read a few weeks ago about a mission | |||
which the USS GAUSS had undertaken into a similiar coal-sack, and the | |||
technique initiated by the XO and CEO to prevent structural damage. There | |||
was no way Meleah was going to be under-prepared for this. | |||
Unlike her job as press agent. The press had had a field day when | |||
they found out who was the SCI, and had asked her questions to which they | |||
expectedan answer to because they thought that an android couldn't lie. | |||
They were right about that, but they didn't know that Meleah had been told | |||
which sort of questions to avoid so the press hadn't got any 'dirt' yet. | |||
All of this Meleah reviewed in one second. Part of her was still | |||
concentrating on the readings showing up on her console. For another | |||
second, Meleah reviewed the meeting with Ens Allard about the phaser drill | |||
test. He had sort of seemed pleased with her keeping her qualifications up, | |||
but had seemed surprised that she had gotten 100%, one of the few to do so. | |||
He had thought, what else would you expect from an android, but he hadn't | |||
said anything. | |||
Meleah also remembered her first meeting with the rest of the staff. | |||
the | Lt Jenn had seemed pleased to see another female as part of the senior | ||
staff, and although Meleah has only basic emotions and not always good | |||
character judgement, she thought that Krysa could become a good friend. Lt | |||
Jerral had seemed a little hostile, and until Meleah was quietly told that | |||
she had beaten his score on the phaser test, she did not know why the | |||
Lieutenant might be feeling that way. | |||
The FEYNMAN was now a couple of seconds closer to the 'Sack. Meleah | |||
hoped that Crysta, a part Bajoran, part Betazoid physics specialist who | |||
looked after the child during ALPHA shift, had Cadence strapped in for the | |||
trip. She had found the child to be an expert in escaping whichever room | |||
she was in, and yesterday, had to pry her away from engineering where Ens | |||
Jared had not been too pleased with a small child trying to investigate the | |||
warp core. | |||
The ship was now only a few seconds away from entering the 'Sack. | |||
Meleah held onto the console with one hand while the other continued to | |||
record information from the sensors. | |||
<<SNIP>> | |||
MD: 4.0612 | |||
The crew on the bridge watched as the shuttles were launched and | |||
proceeded to their designated positions. After a few minutes, Zane asked | |||
Lt. Jenn whether the readings were any better. | |||
" | "Yes, sir. The gas and dust is not providing us with much | ||
interference any more." | |||
---- | |||
NRPG: | |||
(I couldn't think of anything else to add!) | |||
Just giving everyone an insight into how Meleah works. I figured a back | |||
post would put people out of sync with the rest of the story, so I | |||
incorporated it into the current post, the first part of which is set just | |||
before Joseph's post. | |||
BTW: Lt(jg) Nali Swansen is the new ASCI, with Ens Loth (does he have a | |||
first name?) relegated to 2SCI. Swansen will be a registered NPC, as will | |||
MCPO Calab Crysta (female Bjrn/Btzd) who is in the physics science | |||
department in BETA shift, and Cadence's babysitter in ALPHA shift. | |||
Joseph: I hope Meleah getting 100% won't put Jerral's nose out of joint. | |||
Kristen: We might try to see how Meleah and Krysa get along <G>. | |||
Sincerely yours,<br> | |||
Lt. Meleah, SCI, USS FEYNMAN, Silver Fleet.<br> | |||
Melanie Pocknall. | |||
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Once More Into the Breech, Old Friends...</h3> | <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 6,869: | Line 6,869: | ||
followed him into Engineering, there was a volley of phaser fire. Both | 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 | 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 | 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, | pirates that they could see, and eventually one was hit. When he went down, | ||
the other two ran. | 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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* 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: 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. ;) | |||
To quote Joseph(with a slight modification): BTW, | |||
Andy made me do it. <BG> | |||
All: I left everything a little vague so you can | |||
fill in the details. You can write the 0200 | |||
meeting if you want. I just didn't want to, not | |||
knowing what people would come up with. | |||
Andy: I hope this is what you had in mind. :) | |||
Kristen, Melanie, Ted, Jason: Have a good time up | |||
on the Feymnan! | |||
Joseph, Mike, Donna: Okay, develop a character for | |||
your character to act, and let's get out into this | |||
base! :) Note that Maril is "in command". Also | |||
note that we have devised no way to get back to | |||
the Feynman. :D | |||
Jason, Melanie, Mike: Please pick one NPC from your | |||
department to accompany the away team. You may | |||
play that NPC, or not. | |||
Melanie: If you can, try to figure out some way for | |||
us to get into the base, hopefully the cargo hold, | |||
since that's where I wrote the team being. | |||
Donna: As said in the post, please figure out what | |||
the pirates would probably wear. | |||
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