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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
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                  *
****************************************************************************
</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>


“Ladies, first,” he objected.
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.


“Not this time, my friend,” she smiled.
“You look tired, Bat.”


Bat shrugged, “I should know better by now,” he murmured more to himself
“Oh please, don’t remind me. I took some of the guys down to Epsilon last
then to her. He always seemed to be the guinea pig for these little
night. They had to kick us out sometime this morning. I am tired!”
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
Krysa chuckled. “Well, I hope you’re up for this.”
 
“I wouldn’t think of letting you down,” he said with a grin, attempting to
push the late night/early morning look from his face. “I’m ready when you
are.” he asked her.
 
She nodded, “Computer, run briefing program Jenn One.”
 
<Program now running. Enter when ready.>
 
Krysa walked through the open doorway into a small room, followed closely
by Bat. On one wall was a long table with eight PADD’s set out. On the
wall opposite the Arch was an open door way with a blue shimmering energy
field blocking it.
 
<Good Morning, Krysa,> came her own voice over the speakers, <Please take
a PADD and enter through the blue doorway.>
 
Bat smiled, “Much better then the old computer voice,”
 
<Good Morning, Bat> Krysa’s voice said again, <Welcome to today’s mission
briefing.>
 
Krysa chuckled. She picked up a PADD and motioned for Bat to head through
the doorway.
 
“Why do you need a special PADD?” asked Bat.
 
“You’ll see,” she said with a grin.
 
“Ladies, first,” he objected.
 
“Not this time, my friend,” she smiled.
 
Bat shrugged, “I should know better by now,” he murmured more to himself
then to her. He always seemed to be the guinea pig for these little
briefing programs. Then he walked through the door and disappeared from
her view. Krysa followed him immediately stepping through the doorway.
 
She was immediately immersed in water standing on a small ledge. She
could feel the water as soft currents carried it like a breeze around her.
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
Yet she was breathing normally. She looked around, to see a muscular
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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."
 
"I see." He handed back the PADD.


As a half Vulcan, he was too genetically inclined to swim underwater,
"Will there be anything else sir?"
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
"No. Thank-you Lieutenant."<br>
gave the CEO a slight, apologetic smile as he wandered over to the buffet
_______________________________________________<br>
table which the OPS officer was already conspicuously attacking, as was
Scene: Holodeck 3<br>
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: 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
Entering the holodeck Zane found himself in a small room with rock
a headache. You have your shuttles but I will be investigating <nowiki>*all*</nowiki> of
walls. In the center was a table with a number of PADDs on top.
the facts as to just why you need so many replacements at one time. And
if I find even a suspicion of negligence on your part or by any one under
your command I am going to personally see to it that the weight of Starfleet
Command comes bearing down on you until you wished you were never thawed
out of that test-tube.] She smiled viciously.


"Captain," He began again, trying desperately to remain calm "I
<nowiki><Good mooring Captain. Please take a PADD an enter through the
have told you several times. Please read my report, or the report of any
blue door.></nowiki>
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
Following the instructions he soon found himself standing in a
you call a report and let me just say that I've been around long enough to
huge room. It took him a second to realize that he was completely
have heard all the excuses and this feeble attempt at one won't wash.
submerged in water! And he was able to breathe comfortably. In front of
Officially your report has been accepted and I have no choice to transfer
him. trident in hand, was what he thought resembled a Merman, if his
<nowiki>*my*</nowiki> shuttles to you. But as soon as I can dig up proof...your mine.]
memories of Earth mythology were correct.
The screen went blank.


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


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


"Sorry to bother you Captain I just have to get your signature and
Gratefully Zane accepted the offered trident and was soon gliding
some reports, fuel consumption, docking transcripts etc."
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>


Zane accepted the offered PADD and began to scan the reports.
"Thank you for your help."
"Where's Chief Larocque?"


"He, uh....well he asked me to assist you today on account of his
Once again underway, he found himself enjoying his 'swim' as he
being dead. Sir."
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 see. Would this be a Bat Durensten induced death Yeoman?"
It was with a slight feeling of disappointment he came to a
gentle 'landing' in the underwater conference chamber.


"I'm not sure sir. The Chief was late for our morning brief so I
"Well I have to admit I was very surprised when I found myself
stopped by his cabin to make sure he was okay....."
under water but I really did enjoy myself. Good work Lieutenant."


"And." Zane prompted.
The OPS officer offered a platter. "Scallops?"


"He was passed out on the floor and two others were in similar
Zane wrinkled his nose. Even with his overly-healthy appetite
positions."
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."


"Barron and Fuhrman." It was a statement not a question. "Wasn't
"Good thing you have to swim your way out of here or you'd never
Bat there?"
fit in that chair you've got the engineering staff slaving away on." Bat
added as he moved a few bowls around on the buffet.


"No sir. Actually I stopped by 10-Forward before I went to the
"Ah Mr. Bartender. Would you mind telling me why three crew
Chief's quarters, in case he was having a late breakfast and had forgotten
members missed their shifts today."
our meeting. Mr. Durensten was there, polishing his glass and seemed
quite....healthy."


"I see." He handed back the PADD.
"You know I'm really disappointed in those boys. They just don't
make'em like they used to."


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


"No. Thank-you Lieutenant."<br>
Bat sighed. "Well, can't say I blame you. It is too bad, they
_______________________________________________<br>
were only letting off steam after facing death and winning. Still if you
Scene: Holodeck 3<br>
can't pay the piper....Ah Mr. Koreth I have some seafood here I saved
especially for you." Bat made a quick get away, knowing Zane was getting
around to his own chastisement.
 
Noticing that all of the senior staff had arrived Zane sat at the
table. A few minutes later each officer joined him. Bat made a quick
scan of the buffet table to make sure everything was to his satisfaction
before leaving, a mermaid on each arm.


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


<nowiki><Good mooring Captain. Please take a PADD an enter through the
"Aye sir." Krysa replied.
blue door.></nowiki>


Following the instructions he soon found himself standing in a
"Next," the captain continued, "it seems EPSILON dispatched us a
huge room. It took him a second to realize that he was completely
CSciO while we were out at the Ring. Unfortunately he is missing and
submerged in water! And he was able to breathe comfortably. In front of
presumed dead. There are ships out searching but it is presumed the
him. trident in hand, was what he thought resembled a Merman, if his
shuttle either fell victim of an accident or perhaps even some spiteful
memories of Earth mythology were correct.
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."


<nowiki><Good tide to you sir.> The merman gestured with his trident <If
"Yes sir." The wolf replied, perhaps a little unhappily.
you will follow me.></nowiki>


It was at this time Zane remembered he couldn't swim. Seeming to
"Fortunately, we have been sent a replacement for the CSO slot.
realize his charge's predicament the Merman offered his arm. <nowiki><I will
For those of you who have not already done so meet Ensign J.C. Allard.
guide you.></nowiki> The CO hesitated. He had an image to keep and showing up at
Welcome aboard Ensign."
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
"Thank-you sir."
through the warm waters beside his guide. All too soon they came to a
cave opening and near the seabed. His guide stopped and pointed to the
mouth of the cave. <nowiki><Follow the cave and you will find what you seek.></nowiki>


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


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


It was with a slight feeling of disappointment he came to a
"The loss of an entire complement of secondary vessels is not
gentle 'landing' in the underwater conference chamber.
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."


"Well I have to admit I was very surprised when I found myself
"I'm not sure I follow sir." the FCO replied.
under water but I really did enjoy myself. Good work Lieutenant."


The OPS officer offered a platter. "Scallops?"
Zane rose. "Front and center Mr. Jerran."


Zane wrinkled his nose. Even with his overly-healthy appetite
As the surprised Jerran rose from his seat and walked/floated
seafood was rarely on the menu." No thanks. I think I'll just stick to
towards the captain he noticed the small black box in Zane's hand.
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
"Since coming aboard you have consistently performed your duties
fit in that chair you've got the engineering staff slaving away on." Bat
far above expectations, you have shown yourself to be an excellent
added as he moved a few bowls around on the buffet.
officer, and excellent leader and essential part of the senior staff both
through your actions and your ideas." He pulled the hollow pip from
Jerran's collar and replaced it with a second full one. I hereby promote
you to the rank of full Lieutenant with all the rights and privileges
therein." He took a step and extended his hand. "Congratulations
lieutenant."
 
<<<Joesph: Feel Free to respond>>>


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


"You know I'm really disappointed in those boys. They just don't
Surprised both officers rose and moved to the head of the table.
make'em like they used to."


"Yes well they'll be pulling double-duty for the next two weeks
"Without your perseverance in the face of incredible odds, your
thanks to your little 'outing' last night."
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!"


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


Noticing that all of the senior staff had arrived Zane sat at the
Zane gave the assembled group some time to congratulate their
table. A few minutes later each officer joined him. Bat made a quick
comrades as well as 'settle down' a bit from the excitement before
scan of the buffet table to make sure everything was to his satisfaction
continuing.
before leaving, a mermaid on each arm.


"Before we get into our upcoming mission specifics I want to
"Now, to the mission. Essentially we have two. The first is a
address our current staffing situation. As you know, Lt. Krazny has not
patrol into the Coalsack." He paused to examine the faces of each
awoken from his coma. Unfortunately the blow to his head has done much
officer. The coalsack was almost entirely unexplored it meant untold
more damage to his brain than it was first assumed. The result being that
adventure as well as danger. "As you know the coalsack is a fairly in
he could emerge from his coma today, next month or never." Zane sighed
hospitable place and we have very few reliable charts of the area. With
clamping down on the emerging memory of Captain West. "So, I have
the construction of the new base as well as the general shift into this
officially transferred him from the FEYNMAN to EPSILON medical. Until
region it needs to be more fully charted. The FEYNMAN provides and
Fleet sends us a new counselor Ensign Sally Ryan will be heading the
excellent platform to do this not only for her maneuverability if the
department." He turned to face the second officer. "Lieutenant based on
'weather' gets a little rough in there but for the DELPHI array."
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.
"As some of you are aware the last few months have seen increased
acts of piracy, especially in the vicinity of the 'sack. Fleet thinks
these pirate bases are hidden within the coalsack so while we chart we're
to try to pinpoint as many of these bases as we can."


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


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


"Fortunately, we have been sent a replacement for the CSO slot.
"That sounds pretty straight-forward. Why your worry about the
For those of you who have not already done so meet Ensign J.C. Allard.
crew being questioned by the press?" Maril asked.
Welcome aboard Ensign."


"Thank-you sir."
"Because this will be a high-profile mission. The Admiral wants
everyone to know who is going, where we're going and when. Which brings
me to the second part of our mission. The Admiral has done some digging
and found that the mystery fleet we ran into at the Ring is made up of
some washed-out officers who have commandeered ships from GREY Fleet. It
seems that they and there sympathizers in the hierarchy feel if they 'come
to the rescue' the public will demand they get reinstated. So, if they
know were going in to find the pirates...."
 
"...they'll be waiting for us so they can steal the information,
put a few quantum torps down our throat and then they'll waltz in and wipe
out the pirates." Koreth finished the sentence.


The captain paused for a sip of his coffee. He was now so
"Well after the last mission I asked the Admiral for something
comfortable in the underwater setting that he didn't even consider how he
with a little bit more tension."
was able to consume the liquid while being submerged. "Now, Mr. Jerran,
 
you have put me in a very bad position."
"Just how do you propose we face those four warships?"


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


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


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


Zane rose. "Front and center Mr. Jerran."
"Any questions?"


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


"Since coming aboard you have consistently performed your duties
I'll leave it there because you know as much as me! (And this is a little
far above expectations, you have shown yourself to be an excellent
longer than I'd planned)
officer, and excellent leader and essential part of the senior staff both
 
through your actions and your ideas." He pulled the hollow pip from
You all know the drill, fill in your departmental readiness reports, as
Jerran's collar and replaced it with a second full one. I hereby promote
well as your observations, thoughts, problems etc on the upcoming mission.
you to the rank of full Lieutenant with all the rights and privileges
therein." He took a step and extended his hand. "Congratulations
lieutenant."


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


While the newly promoted officer returned to his seat Zane
Enthusiastic congrats to our promotee and medal recipients. Well
remained standing. "This last mission was perhaps the toughest, most
Derserved! Let me know if you want to add a line to your service record
intense two days this ship has ever seen. It was certainly the closest
reflecting your promotion/award.
we, as a group, came to our deaths. I am very proud of the results that
the entire ship's complement created together but a special nod must of
course be given to the medical and science departments who bore the brunt
of this plague and conquered it. But even with all this expertise there
were still two that stood out from the rest. Commander Maril, Lieutenant
Glin'kharr."


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


"Without your perseverance in the face of incredible odds, your
ALL: Please remove Charles Jencks and Ian Stenquist from your mailing
leadership, your intelligence and your sacrifices, I am certain that we
lists, as well as Andrew N for those of you who haven't already done
would have all succumbed to the plague. I am pleased and honoured to
so.
present you both with the Leonard McCoy Medal for Medical Excellence." He
pinned the medal on each officer. "Well done!"


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


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


"Now, to the mission. Essentially we have two. The first is a
Regards,<br>
patrol into the Coalsack." He paused to examine the faces of each
Andy-->Tired Fingers.<br>
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
-LT.CMDR Tarsa Rogers, Unassigned<br>
acts of piracy, especially in the vicinity of the 'sack. Fleet thinks
-CMDR Zane, Commanding Officer, USS FEYNMAN<br>
these pirate bases are hidden within the coalsack so while we chart we're
-CMDR Nigel Straun, TACFLEET Liason Officer, INDIGO FLEET<br>
to try to pinpoint as many of these bases as we can."
-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>


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


"No, our priority is to find the bases and pass the information
"Computer, reply to that message" <working>, "ORDERS received and
along to EPSILON for future operations. The FEYNMAN can outgun any of the
understood, SIR!, and my compliments to your fully equipped shuttle
pirate ships we've seen so far. But a large number of them could do some
fleet. At your convenience, during our off time, would the Lt. care to
real damage."
indulge in a 'little training match', once the FEYNMAN is restocked."


"That sounds pretty straight-forward. Why your worry about the
"End and send, computer. Also, send a message to DS-5, LtCmdr.
crew being questioned by the press?" Maril asked.
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."


"Because this will be a high-profile mission. The Admiral wants
ENS J.C. Allard<br>
everyone to know who is going, where we're going and when. Which brings
CSO/TAC USS FEYNMAN<br>
me to the second part of our mission. The Admiral has done some digging
Mike Dailey<br>
and found that the mystery fleet we ran into at the Ring is made up of
Splatter2@qtm.net<br>
some washed-out officers who have commandeered ships from GREY Fleet. It
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: During and After the Meeting</h3>
seems that they and there sympathizers in the hierarchy feel if they 'come
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Joseph Baker 7-12-1996</h4>
to the rescue' the public will demand they get reinstated. So, if they
SD: 80712.2300<br>
know were going in to find the pirates...."


"...they'll be waiting for us so they can steal the information,
As LT Jerran Terel accepted the second pip from the Captain, his Vulcan
put a few quantum torps down our throat and then they'll waltz in and wipe
side still would not allow his Bajoran side to show the pride he was
out the pirates." Koreth finished the sentence.
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.


"Well after the last mission I asked the Admiral for something
As for pilots, he had been able to dig up five pilots so far from EPSILON,
with a little bit more tension."
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.


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


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


"And the two STORM class vessels?"
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.


"We're not sure about them." Zane admitted. "But review of our
<nowiki>---------------------------------------</nowiki><br>
sensor logs show that neither of them have had phaser cannons attached to
Scene: Main Shuttlebay, half an hour after meeting<br>
their hardpoints. Its likely it would be an even match."


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


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


I'll leave it there because you know as much as me! (And this is a little
"I am sorry, sir! I was not aware that this was not the uniform of the
longer than I'd planned)
day, sir!" she said crisply.


You all know the drill, fill in your departmental readiness reports, as
Jerran raised an eyebrow and said, "I suggest you get into uniform
well as your observations, thoughts, problems etc on the upcoming mission.
immediately, Lieutenant!"


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


Enthusiastic congrats to our promotee and medal recipients. Well
"Was I studdering, Lieutenant JG Cartwright?" He smiled to her and pulled
Derserved! Let me know if you want to add a line to your service record
out a small box, opening it to reveal a small hollow pip which he put on
reflecting your promotion/award.
her collar. "This will have to do for now, but I don't want to see this
sort of thing happen again. You've already been a bad enough influence on
both Mr. Dunnon and Chief t'Jon. Front and center, you two."


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


ALL: Please remove Charles Jencks and Ian Stenquist from your mailing
"Back in line," he said with a smile. "Now, I won't say anything to the
lists, as well as Andrew N for those of you who haven't already done
Captain about these lapses in the dress code, as long as it doesn't happen
so.
again."


Charles/Ian: If you are lurking out there and read this...sorry but we
"No, sir!" everyone shouted at the same time.
couldn't wait any longer. If you are able to return to
ASR in the future and you want to reactivate your characters
I've left you an opening.
You'll have to report back to SB ALPHA for reassignment.


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


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


-LT.CMDR Tarsa Rogers, Unassigned<br>
Joseph Baker<br>
-CMDR Zane, Commanding Officer, USS FEYNMAN<br>
LT Jerran Terel<br>
-CMDR Nigel Straun, TACFLEET Liason Officer, INDIGO FLEET<br>
FCO USS FEYNMAN<br>
-CMDR Horatio Sinclair, Fleet Intelligence Officer, BLUE FLEET<br>
NCC-66000<br>
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: MSG REPLY (Before Briefing)</h3>
<pre style="font-weight: bold; background-color: #303030; color: #ccc7e1;">
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Michael "Mike" Dailey 7-11-1996</h4>
****************************************************************************
SD 80711.0230<br>
* jobaker@chuma.cas.usf.edu      *    jbaker@deans2.cas.usf.edu          *
SCENE: Before leaving for briefing<br>
****************************************************************************
* 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>


> "Computer, response to ENS Allard's message as follows: Suggestions<br>
J.C. wiped his brow, perspiring just a bit. <nowiki>*What's wrong with me! I know, I
> noted and appreciated. However, in the future, any comments and <br>
probably just nervous.*</nowiki> Checking the quick notes he had made on his PADD from the
> suggestions dealing with the flight department should be sent directly <br>
10-minute meeting with his Asst. Department Head, J.C. mentally rehearsed what he was
> to me. End Message."<br>
going to say. This WAS his first briefing with Senior Line officers, not Academy NCO's
or classroom Instructors. This wasn't a classroom, this was REAL life.
 
The lift stopped and deposited J.C. on the Holodeck. "Computer, senior officers'
briefing?". <nowiki><Ready, please enter>.</nowiki> J.C. entered through the massive Holodeck doors, to
the wide-opened empty, black Holodeck grid, except for a strange glow on the far wall.
He stopped, clutching the PADD in his left hand, "Computer, I requested the Holodeck for
the briefing?" J.C. looked around, angry, but worried. Being fashionably late on this
ship would not be a good idea.


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


"End and send, computer. Also, send a message to DS-5, LtCmdr.
<nowiki><Hello and welcome, Ensign Justin Allard></nowiki> said the unfamiliar voice. J.C. momentarily
Allard. Hi There! Posted to USS FEYNMAN under Zane. Fairly pleasant
winced at someone using his given name. A small table materialized on the far wall, near
crew, haven't met very many yet. Will write more later. Bye. Justin. End
the dark blue glowing blob. Upon it was another PADD.
and send that too, computer."


ENS J.C. Allard<br>
<nowiki><Please take a PADD.></nowiki>
CSO/TAC USS FEYNMAN<br>
Mike Dailey<br>
Splatter2@qtm.net<br>
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: During and After the Meeting</h3>
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Joseph Baker 7-12-1996</h4>
SD: 80712.2300<br>


As LT Jerran Terel accepted the second pip from the Captain, his Vulcan
"Computer, I have on already, SEE!" J.C. recalled the night his squad tried to
side still would not allow his Bajoran side to show the pride he was
override the academy computer, and lost. He held up his PADD, as if some unseen eyes
feeling, but he did have a sligh, unmistakable smile on his face as he
of the blind computer could better observe it. <nowiki><Please accept the one located on the
floated back to his seat, his fellow crewmembers giving him quiet votes of
table, and proceed through the door></nowiki> With that, the small glowing blob turned into a
confidence before the commander continued. He made a note to make sure
door-sized glowing doorway. "O.K. I know I can't argue with a computer!" J.C. walked to
that he helped the commander with that shrew of a QM on EPSILON. He
the table, exchanged PADDs, pausing a moment to straighten his uniform, and stepped
figured it was best, though, to go through other channels to get the
through the doorway, and
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,
<nowiki>*OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! SNARK GEEETTTT MEEEE OOUUUTTTTTAAA HEREEEEE!!*</nowiki> The words burst
in addition to another three arriving from ALPHA in the next couple of
into J.C.'s mind, but did not utter a sound, even a gurgling sound. Beyond fear, the
days, just in time to come aboard before the FEYNMAN left dock. Now he
feeling a non-swimmer had when totally submersed in water! Although he could see, and
just needed to get the ships for them. With the shuttles Zane had been
hear the "effects" of underwater, somehow he wasn't "wet". Risking life, and probably
able to get from the QM in addition to the two Assault bee sleds they
air, J.C. opened his mouth, and breathed as normal with astounding shock. <nowiki>*OK, I can
already had, it shouldn't take too many more ships to get as decent
handle underwater briefings.*</nowiki> He regained composure and control, slowly, looking
compliment. It'd be crowded in the shuttlebays, but Jerran was sure WO
around and seeing some sort of amphibious creature swim towards him.
Dunnon could handle the load.


After the commander finished with his part of the briefing, a few of the
<nowiki>*Do not worry. As long as you stay near one of us, you can breathe.*</nowiki>
officers asked some questions concerning the mission, and then they filed
Taking a few more careful, test breaths, J.C. looked at the creature. <nowiki>*OK underwater
out as best they could in the awkwardly aquatic environment. Jerran
briefings and Telepathic sea creatures. What was that Admiral's name.... *</nowiki>
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."
<nowiki>*This way, I will take you to the others.*</nowiki> J.C. looked at her, not knowing if he was to
walk, run, jump, or swim. He took a tentative step, and walked as normal. In seconds,
he was surrounded by his shipmates. J.C. glanced at everyone, who were all Senior
Officers to him, and came to attention. "Good afternoon, sirs." Many were talking among
themselves before the meeting started. The XO and CO greeted him. J.C. took a seat
beside a wolf in Medical clothing. <nowiki>*Wow, almost has the same fur colors as my pet
Benjamin.*</nowiki>


Jerran nodded and swam off towards the exit, stumbling slightly as he
Paying close attention to the CO and the other officers, but still looking around at
walks over to the dry side. He smiled as he noticed that his clothes were
his new shipmates, J.C. tried to put ranks, positions, and faces to the few names he
immediately dry, and he walked off the 'deck without worry of dripping all
knew, which was hard considering he had met no one except the XO. He smiled when the FCO
over the ship.
was promoted and the Wolf CMO and the other Officer were awarded the Leonard McCoy
award.


<nowiki>---------------------------------------</nowiki><br>
The Captain spoke up to Allard," Now we'll hear from Security. Allard, your report."
Scene: Main Shuttlebay, half an hour after meeting<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.


The flight department stood at attention in front of the new runabout
"As far as our mission, I have a few Ideas to tighten security ship wide, and
NOGURA II as Jerran walked in. They cheered him as the door closed, and
better prepare my team for the surprises of the unknown. Readiness drills, including
congratulated him on his promotion. He smiled to them and thanked them.
boarding, battle stations, and intruder control drills. My 2nd also informed my
After a moment, his expression became more sober as he shouted all of a
ship-wide Phaser qualifications for this half of the year are incomplete for many, umm,
sudden, "Attention on deck!"
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.


Surprised, the group of pilots knew not what else to do other than follow
Submitted,<br>
their FCO's orders as they got into the same line in front of the
Ensign J.C. Allard<br>
runabout. He walked in front of them, examining each one's uniform,
CSO/TAC USS FEYNMAN<br>
stopping in front of ENS Cartwright. "You're out of uniform, Mister!"
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>


"I am sorry, sir! I was not aware that this was not the uniform of the
"Well, Mr. Glin'kharr, on to the next section. Computer, begin Bridge
day, sir!" she said crisply.
Officer's Test, Section:Tactical."


Jerran raised an eyebrow and said, "I suggest you get into uniform
Again, the scene became the Bridge of the Feynman, except this time
immediately, Lieutenant!"
with Glin'kharr at the Tactical/Security station.


"Aye, aye, sir..." she stopped for a moment as what he had just said sunk
As Glin'kharr got used to the controls of the station, the holo-Zane
in and she turned to him questioningly and said, "Sir?"
walked onto the Bridge.


"Was I studdering, Lieutenant JG Cartwright?" He smiled to her and pulled
"Well, we have emergency orders. Starfleet has ordered us to proceed
out a small box, opening it to reveal a small hollow pip which he put on
to Jasadi IV and destroy a terrorist base. It will be defended. Helm, set course
her collar. "This will have to do for now, but I don't want to see this
for the Jasadi system and engage at Warp 7 when ready. Mr. Glin'kharr, yellow
sort of thing happen again. You've already been a bad enough influence on
alert. Ready weapons."
both Mr. Dunnon and Chief t'Jon. Front and center, you two."


The human shuttle pilot and the Andorian flight controller marched out of
As Glin'kharr followed the orders and the holographic Feynman sped
the line and stood in front of Jerran as he pulled out another pair of
into warp, his consience pulled at him. He was a medical officer; how could he
boxes, pinning a new Chief Warrant Officer's pip on Dunnon's collar and a
destroy an entire base without provocation, even if it belonged to terrorists?
Senior Chief Petty Officer's chevron on t'Jon's.


"Back in line," he said with a smile. "Now, I won't say anything to the
SLD 2.1345<br>
Captain about these lapses in the dress code, as long as it doesn't happen
Just Outside Holodeck 3<br>
again."


"No, sir!" everyone shouted at the same time.
Maril stood outside the Holodeck doors, ready for blistering heat,
killing dryness, or frightening cold. Even so, he was surprised by what he saw.


Jerran laughed and said, "Come on, you group of misfits. The first round
Maril noticed the blue light emanating from the other side of the room.
of synthehol at EPSILON is on me. The second round is on our other
He was about to go into it, but the computer stopped him.
Lieutenant," winking at Jennifer. The pilots cheered again and followed
their FCO out of the bay.


<NRPG>
<nowiki><Hello, Commander Maril,> Lt. Jenn's voice rang out. <Please take a
Just a quicky to give my NPC's a promotion as well, and to tell you I'm
PADD.></nowiki>
still around and ready for another mission :)


Joseph Baker<br>
"Very well," Maril said, surprised, as he grabbed a PADD and
LT Jerran Terel<br>
transferred the memory.
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
Nothing matched the surprise, however, when he moved through the
probably just nervous.*</nowiki> Checking the quick notes he had made on his PADD from the
doorway. Suddenly, he found himself floating in water. He tried to hold his
10-minute meeting with his Asst. Department Head, J.C. mentally rehearsed what he was
breath, but he had been caught without surveying the battlefield, and he had to
going to say. This WAS his first briefing with Senior Line officers, not Academy NCO's
finally open his mouth.
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'
To his surprise, he could breathe. As he wondered how it was possible,
briefing?". <nowiki><Ready, please enter>.</nowiki> J.C. entered through the massive Holodeck doors, to
a creature--like a reskolin of Tamarian mythology, or a merman of Terran--
the wide-opened empty, black Holodeck grid, except for a strange glow on the far wall.
appeared.
He stopped, clutching the PADD in his left hand, "Computer, I requested the Holodeck for
the briefing?" J.C. looked around, angry, but worried. Being fashionably late on this
ship would not be a good idea.


Startled, the computer response was VERY different, a different voice!
<nowiki>*Do not worry. As long as you stay near one of us, you can breathe.*</nowiki><br>


<nowiki><Hello and welcome, Ensign Justin Allard></nowiki> said the unfamiliar voice. J.C. momentarily
<nowiki>*Interesting,* Maril thought. *Very well. Where is the briefing?*</nowiki><br>
winced at someone using his given name. A small table materialized on the far wall, near
the dark blue glowing blob. Upon it was another PADD.


<nowiki><Please take a PADD.></nowiki>
<nowiki>*Over there,*</nowiki> the merman said telepathically, pointing.<br>


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


<nowiki>*OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! SNARK GEEETTTT MEEEE OOUUUTTTTTAAA HEREEEEE!!*</nowiki> The words burst
Maril swimmed fairly well(though not spectacularly) over to the
into J.C.'s mind, but did not utter a sound, even a gurgling sound. Beyond fear, the
briefing area. Tamarians were quite sea-oriented, and so swimming was quite
feeling a non-swimmer had when totally submersed in water! Although he could see, and
important. Thus, Maril had extensive swimming experience from his
hear the "effects" of underwater, somehow he wasn't "wet". Risking life, and probably
childhood, and, of course, Starfleet training. Still, it was never something Maril
air, J.C. opened his mouth, and breathed as normal with astounding shock. <nowiki>*OK, I can
was particularly interested in, and so he struggled a bit.
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>
Finally, though, he reached the area. He found some food to his liking,
Taking a few more careful, test breaths, J.C. looked at the creature. <nowiki>*OK underwater
and then sat down at the conference table.
briefings and Telepathic sea creatures. What was that Admiral's name.... *</nowiki>


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


Paying close attention to the CO and the other officers, but still looking around at
After Jerran recieived his promotion, Maril congratulated him. He was
his new shipmates, J.C. tried to put ranks, positions, and faces to the few names he
very surprised, however, when the Captain called him up, along with Lt.
knew, which was hard considering he had met no one except the XO. He smiled when the FCO
Glin'kharr, and awarded both of them the Leonard McCoy Medal.
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."
"Thank you, Captain," he said as Zane pinned the medal on his uniform.
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
"You deserve it, Commander," Zane replied.
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>
As he sat back down, Maril felt a surge of pride. He had played an
Ensign J.C. Allard<br>
instrumental role in defeating the Plague, and he was proud of it.
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
The briefing continued, with Commander Zane outlining their new
Officer's Test, Section:Tactical."
mission.


Again, the scene became the Bridge of the Feynman, except this time
None of them knew it at the time, but one of the "mermen" standing just
with Glin'kharr at the Tactical/Security station.
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.


As Glin'kharr got used to the controls of the station, the holo-Zane
The sun has met the sea,<br>
walked onto the Bridge.
Lt. Commander Onta Maril,<br>
First Officer, USS Feynman,<br>
aka Max Felsher<br>


"Well, we have emergency orders. Starfleet has ordered us to proceed
NRPG:
to Jasadi IV and destroy a terrorist base. It will be defended. Helm, set course
Yes, I know it's rather long, but I crammed quite a bit into one post. I'm sorry I
for the Jasadi system and engage at Warp 7 when ready. Mr. Glin'kharr, yellow
haven't posted in a few days, but I was uunable to access CompuServe from
alert. Ready weapons."
Wednesday morning to this morning(Eastern Daylights Time).


As Glin'kharr followed the orders and the holographic Feynman sped
Andy: I noticed a few errors in the roster. For one my E-Dress is still listed
into warp, his consience pulled at him. He was a medical officer; how could he
under the old one(zante@....) and second, Azelti Maril has left for his home, so
destroy an entire base without provocation, even if it belonged to terrorists?
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


SLD 2.1345<br>
Ted: Your next BrOT situation is at the beginning. I hope that part about his
Just Outside Holodeck 3<br>
conscience was in character. :)


Maril stood outside the Holodeck doors, ready for blistering heat,
Ted, Jospeh: Congrats on the medal and promotion! :)
killing dryness, or frightening cold. Even so, he was surprised by what he saw.
<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>


Maril noticed the blue light emanating from the other side of the room.
SD:80713.0900
He was about to go into it, but the computer stopped him.
SCENE: HOLODECK BRIEFING


<nowiki><Hello, Commander Maril,> Lt. Jenn's voice rang out. <Please take a
> "As far as our mission, I have a few Ideas to tighten security ship wide, and<br>
PADD.></nowiki>
> 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>


"Very well," Maril said, surprised, as he grabbed a PADD and
Zane looked around the table at the assembled officers some of
transferred the memory.
them looking a little guilty. "I expect that situation to be rectified
soon, preferably before we enter the Coalsack. See to it, Ensign Allard."


Nothing matched the surprise, however, when he moved through the
"Aye sir. When shall I book you in?"
doorway. Suddenly, he found himself floating in water. He tried to hold his
breath, but he had been caught without surveying the battlefield, and he had to
finally open his mouth.


To his surprise, he could breathe. As he wondered how it was possible,
Zane turned to stare at the new CSO and stopped himself from
a creature--like a reskolin of Tamarian mythology, or a merman of Terran--
letting out the initial comment that was on the tip of tonque. He was
appeared.
overdue and he knew the Ensign was right. "I'll make sure I complete the
qualifications drill before we lift." He smiled. "Fair enough."


<nowiki>*Do not worry. As long as you stay near one of us, you can breathe.*</nowiki><br>
"Yes sir."


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


<nowiki>*Over there,*</nowiki> the merman said telepathically, pointing.<br>
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."


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


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


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


As Commander Zane started, Maril tried to listen, though it was a little
We'll launch Monday afternoonish. Mission clock will start then. Anyone
hard, considering the water.
that hasn't posted during the briefing but planned to do so please do so:)


After Jerran recieived his promotion, Maril congratulated him. He was
Mike Dailey: Please remove the following two eddresses from your mailing
very surprised, however, when the Captain called him up, along with Lt.
list: LT.(jg) Oktyabr Krazny <jen...@watmail.ucr.edu>
Glin'kharr, and awarded both of them the Leonard McCoy Medal.
EN. Kevin Bishop <barbo.s...@mailbox.swipnet.se>


"Thank you, Captain," he said as Zane pinned the medal on his uniform.
and add Joesph Baker's (FCO) two eddresses:
<jba...@dean2.cas.usf.edu>
<job...@chuma.cas.usf.edu>


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


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


The briefing continued, with Commander Zane outlining their new
-LT.CMDR Tarsa Rogers, Unassigned<br>
mission.
-CMDR Zane, Commanding Officer, USS FEYNMAN<br>
-CMDR Nigel Straun, TACFLEET Liason Officer, INDIGO FLEET<br>
-CMDR Horatio Sinclair, Fleet Intelligence Officer, BLUE FLEET<br>
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: CEO Briefing</h3>
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Jason Bostjancic 7-14-1996</h4>
SD:80713.0900<br>
SCENE: HOLODECK BRIEFING<br>


None of them knew it at the time, but one of the "mermen" standing just
Tarrant waited patiently for the others to give their reports.
outside the conference area was no merman at all--in fact, he was a Starfleet
He was particularly intriqued by the new CSO. Green wasn't
officer. However, this officer wasn't in Red Fleet, Blue Fleet, Gold, Silver, or
a word he liked to use, (since he wasn't exactly three years
Indigo. This officer was from Gray Fleet, and at that moment, he was learning
in the fleet either), but Ens. Allard sure fit the picture. Stiff
the plans of the Feynman.
as a board, and maybe a bit cocky... he liked him.


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


NRPG:
The partial Klingon was brought back into holoreality.
Yes, I know it's rather long, but I crammed quite a bit into one post. I'm sorry I
"Sir, all the refits and replacements to the SIF and IDS
haven't posted in a few days, but I was uunable to access CompuServe from
systems are near completion, " he glanced over at Jerran,
Wednesday morning to this morning(Eastern Daylights Time).
"and should be online by 0500 tomorrow."


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


Ted: Your next BrOT situation is at the beginning. I hope that part about his
"I would like to make some changes to our shield system, though."
conscience was in character. :)
noting the concerned look on Zanes face he decided to explain.


Ted, Jospeh: Congrats on the medal and promotion! :)
"Technologicly we are far superior to the pirates, and we are
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Allard's Input (Cont.)</h3>
beyond the capabilities of the Shadow Fleet we now know
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by
do to their incomplete ships. I can reroute our extra power to
Andrew Catterick 7-13-1996</h4>
make an inner shield along our own. "


SD:80713.0900
"Why the extra protection Lieutenant? If we are technologicly
SCENE: HOLODECK BRIEFING
superior." asked Jenn.


> "As far as our mission, I have a few Ideas to tighten security ship wide, and<br>
"In a situation as the Shadow Fleet is in I would suspect some
> better prepare my team for the surprises of the unknown. Readiness drills, including<br>
maquis type tactics could be used on us, ones that we may not be
> boarding, battle stations, and intruder control drills. My 2nd also informed my<br>
prepared for. The second shield could provide something they
> ship-wide Phaser qualifications for this half of the year are incomplete for many, umm,<br>
wouldn't suspect from a Federation Ship on this type of mission."
> Senior Officers. J.C. gulped slightly. *They could all practice now, just stun me,<br>
> please!* J.C. came to at-ease to signify that's all he had to say, hoping it was enough.<br>


Zane looked around the table at the assembled officers some of
Zane gave it a thought then replied, "Ok, Lieutenant, but I want
them looking a little guilty. "I expect that situation to be rectified
that second shield to be a surprise. Be able to activate it and
soon, preferably before we enter the Coalsack. See to it, Ensign Allard."
deactivate it so regular scans won't tip them off."


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


Zane turned to stare at the new CSO and stopped himself from
"Also, I want a team on the DELPHI round the clock. That is our
letting out the initial comment that was on the tip of tonque. He was
one true ace here."
overdue and he knew the Ensign was right. "I'll make sure I complete the
qualifications drill before we lift." He smiled. "Fair enough."


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


"Good." He turned to face the group. "Now, as part of the press
I just completed running a Magic Tournament (card game) here<br>
hoopla the Admiral has asked me to pass along his 'request' that we all
and can now put all of my free time back into vegging out<br>
cooperate with the press fully. As far as the crew is concerned its still
on the puter <G><br>
'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
Jason
shoreleave for 60 more hours and then we launch at 0800. Dismissed."


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


I was just going to send out an NRPG but thought hey why not.
"Quoth the Raven 'Nevermore'"<br>
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Phaser Qualifications</h3>
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Michael "Mike" Dailey 7-14-1996</h4>
SD80714.1600<br>
TO: Senior Staff<br>
FROM: Ens. J.C. Allard<br>
RE: Biannual Sidearm Qualification<br>
 
Sirs, as stated during our mission briefing, many officers and departments are
seriously behind on their sidearm qualification, with the ship-wide total only at 53%
completed. Below is a list, by Department and percentage, of personnel still
unqualified. Individual Department Heads, and where applicable, Asst. Dept. Heads are
listed. In the next two days, myself or my 2nd in command will contact you to schedule
those persons in your departments who are not yet qualified.


Mike Dawe's server is down for the next 3 days but his mail is being
All commissioned officers, as always, please remember to bring your issued sidearm
archived so keep him on your mailing lists. He has asked me to include
for routine inspection, and cleaning if necessary. Feel free to use Holodeck program
some sort of dealings with the press so that they know what is going on
SEC-X118A to brush up before your test. This is a new simulation from Training Command,
before we leave. This is to keep in with our storyline and I suspect may
replacing the older SEC-SQ118 program with 8 levels of difficulty. Try it!
involve the greater 'SILVER tapestry.' So have fun with the press.


We'll launch Monday afternoonish. Mission clock will start then. Anyone
CO - CMDR Zane Not qualified<br>
that hasn't posted during the briefing but planned to do so please do so:)
MCPO Larocque " "<br>
XO - LTCMDR Maril " "<br>
WO Jafel " "<br>
OPS - LT. Jenn Qualified 80623.1300<br>


Mike Dailey: Please remove the following two eddresses from your mailing
SECURITY 12% Not qualified<br>
list: LT.(jg) Oktyabr Krazny <jen...@watmail.ucr.edu>
Ens. J.C. Allard Qualified - Academy<br>
EN. Kevin Bishop <barbo.s...@mailbox.swipnet.se>
CPO Tamarov Qualified - 80611.0915<br>


and add Joesph Baker's (FCO) two eddresses:
MEDICAL 9% Not qualified<br>
<jba...@dean2.cas.usf.edu>
LTjg. Dr. Glin'Kharr Not Qualified<br>
<job...@chuma.cas.usf.edu>


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


Respectfully,<br>
SCIENCE 13% Not Qualified<br>
Andy<br>


-LT.CMDR Tarsa Rogers, Unassigned<br>
-CMDR Zane, Commanding Officer, USS FEYNMAN<br>
-CMDR Nigel Straun, TACFLEET Liason Officer, INDIGO FLEET<br>
-CMDR Horatio Sinclair, Fleet Intelligence Officer, BLUE FLEET<br>
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: CEO Briefing</h3>
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Jason Bostjancic 7-14-1996</h4>
SD:80713.0900<br>
SCENE: HOLODECK BRIEFING<br>


Tarrant waited patiently for the others to give their reports.
FLIGHT CONTROLLER 34% Not qualified<br>
He was particularly intriqued by the new CSO. Green wasn't
LT. Terrel Not Qualified<br>
a word he liked to use, (since he wasn't exactly three years
LTjg. Cartwright Not Qualified<br>
in the fleet either), but Ens. Allard sure fit the picture. Stiff
as a board, and maybe a bit cocky... he liked him.


"... and Mr. Koreth?"
ENGINEERING 7% Not Qualified<br>
LT. Koreth Qualified 80601.1555<br>
Ens. T. Jared Qualified 80604.2135<br>


The partial Klingon was brought back into holoreality.
Thank you for you cooperation in this matter.<br>
"Sir, all the refits and replacements to the SIF and IDS
Ens. J.C. Allard<br>
systems are near completion, " he glanced over at Jerran,
CSO/TAC Officer<br>
"and should be online by 0500 tomorrow."


The Captain nodded.
Mike Dailey<br>
splatter2@qtm.net<br>
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: The Captain's New Clothes... er Chair</h3>
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Jason Bostjancic 7-15-1996</h4>
SD 80715<br>
SLD: 4.1800<br>


"I would like to make some changes to our shield system, though."
With the official press conference over, and the media harping
noting the concerned look on Zanes face he decided to explain.
on anyone on Epsilon who even looked like they might be on
the Feynman, Lt. Koreth had no plans on leaving the ship.


"Technologicly we are far superior to the pirates, and we are
But then again, the CEO always seemed to have an excuse
beyond the capabilities of the Shadow Fleet we now know
for not leavin during shore leave, and complaining all the while.
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
Besides, the last finishing touches were being completed for
superior." asked Jenn.
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.


"In a situation as the Shadow Fleet is in I would suspect some
The chair was beamed directly to the bridge for final placement
maquis type tactics could be used on us, ones that we may not be
when Tarrant decided to let the Captain know about it...
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
Scene: Captain's Ready
that second shield to be a surprise. Be able to activate it and
deactivate it so regular scans won't tip them off."


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


"Also, I want a team on the DELPHI round the clock. That is our
"Yes sir. They are securing it now, but there are a few little things
one true ace here."
you must know about it first." And with that Tarrant pulled out a
PADD and handed it to Zane.


....
"I figured as much knowing you Lieutenant." After going over it
NRPG : Well at least I finally got to that!
for a few seconds, but not really going over it, he announced
"OK, let me see it."


I just completed running a Magic Tournament (card game) here<br>
With the burden of the next mission upon his sholders the Captain
and can now put all of my free time back into vegging out<br>
had to take his little pleasures where he could. And thus, was
on the puter <G><br>
the first out the door.


Jason
Scene: Bridge


Lieutenant Cmdr. Tirrin Vorak - OPS/2O - USS SERAPIS<br>
Sitting in the new chair, with a grin on his face like a child who
Lieutenant Tarrant L. Koreth - CEO - USS FEYNMAN<br>
knows he just got the last ice cream cone, was Bat. Before Zane
could even protest the old CSO spoke up.


"Quoth the Raven 'Nevermore'"<br>
"Ya know. If the brass found out you got something this nice they'd
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Phaser Qualifications</h3>
probably demote you and take it for themselves." He was spining
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Michael "Mike" Dailey 7-14-1996</h4>
around enjoying the air-like movement.
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
"And last time I checked your name wasn't on the list for bridge
seriously behind on their sidearm qualification, with the ship-wide total only at 53%
officer of the day?" said Zane, his eyebrow raised.
completed. Below is a list, by Department and percentage, of personnel still
unqualified. Individual Department Heads, and where applicable, Asst. Dept. Heads are
listed. In the next two days, myself or my 2nd in command will contact you to schedule
those persons in your departments who are not yet qualified.


All commissioned officers, as always, please remember to bring your issued sidearm
"Nope, and I wouldn't want it." With that he rose from the chair.
for routine inspection, and cleaning if necessary. Feel free to use Holodeck program
"Actually I needed to speak with you about some rumors I hear
SEC-X118A to brush up before your test. This is a new simulation from Training Command,
about our next mission. Now I know I'm not in the know but..."
replacing the older SEC-SQ118 program with 8 levels of difficulty. Try it!


CO - CMDR Zane Not qualified<br>
Zane looked around, "Maybe later Bat, in more private quarters."
MCPO Larocque " "<br>
XO - LTCMDR Maril " "<br>
WO Jafel " "<br>
OPS - LT. Jenn Qualified 80623.1300<br>


SECURITY 12% Not qualified<br>
"You're killing me... but I guess I'll wait." he turned his attention to
Ens. J.C. Allard Qualified - Academy<br>
Lt. Koreth. "Perhapse you'd like to get a drink Mr. Round the clock?"
CPO Tamarov Qualified - 80611.0915<br>


MEDICAL 9% Not qualified<br>
"Actually I have some work..."
LTjg. Dr. Glin'Kharr Not Qualified<br>


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


SCIENCE 13% Not Qualified<br>
Tarrant could never pass up anything food or beverage Betazoid,
and Bat new it. It was an evil little ploy, but it worked.


Scene: 10F


FLIGHT CONTROLLER 34% Not qualified<br>
True to his word, Bat had the real ingredients. He wasted no time
LT. Terrel Not Qualified<br>
preparing the drink, and probing the CEO for information. Tarrant
LTjg. Cartwright Not Qualified<br>
though, as an old CSO himself, was wise to it and only gave
more enigmatic answers.


ENGINEERING 7% Not Qualified<br>
<NRPG>
LT. Koreth Qualified 80601.1555<br>
Ens. T. Jared Qualified 80604.2135<br>


Thank you for you cooperation in this matter.<br>
Perhaps J.C. or some others would care to Join
Ens. J.C. Allard<br>
CSO/TAC Officer<br>


Mike Dailey<br>
hint, hint
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
Respectfully,<br>
on anyone on Epsilon who even looked like they might be on
Jason<br>
the Feynman, Lt. Koreth had no plans on leaving the ship.


But then again, the CEO always seemed to have an excuse
Lieutenant Cmdr. Tirrin Vorak - OPS/2O - USS SERAPIS<br>
for not leavin during shore leave, and complaining all the while.
Lieutenant Tarrant L. Koreth - CEO - USS FEYNMAN<br>


Besides, the last finishing touches were being completed for
"Quoth the Raven 'Nevermore'"<br>
Commander Zane's new chair. The gravity 'belt' system seemed
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Tying Things Up Before Leaving</h3>
to work perfectly, and the built in computer terminal and slide
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Joseph Baker 7-15-1996</h4>
out PADD were extra little options. Including a neat little addition
SD: 80715.1936<br>
only Zane and Tarrant would know about... a phaser concealed
SLD: 4.1530<br>
in the arm rest that would shoot into the Captain's hand with
Scene: Main Shuttlebay<br>
the right motion.


The chair was beamed directly to the bridge for final placement
The shuttlecraft Cousteu passed through the blue forcefield at the
when Tarrant decided to let the Captain know about it...
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.


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


"I'll assume that you've finished my little request Mr. Koreth." The
ENS Kella Dar, a joined Trill on her first life, pulled the warp nacelle
Captain tried to hide what looked to Tarrant like a grin of
cover off the shutlecraft Asimov II, running a check on the electroplasm
anticipation.
shunt from the main reactor.


"Yes sir. They are securing it now, but there are a few little things
The flight crew was learning fast that even though these shuttles were
you must know about it first." And with that Tarrant pulled out a
new to the FEYNMAN, that did not necessarily mean they were new in the
PADD and handed it to Zane.
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.


"I figured as much knowing you Lieutenant." After going over it
The last of the four new pilots to arrive was WO2 Harkone, a rather large
for a few seconds, but not really going over it, he announced
and intimidating Nausicaan shuttle pilot who had an affinity towards old
"OK, let me see it."
Terran plays, especially those of Shakespeare.


With the burden of the next mission upon his sholders the Captain
Jennifer walked in, dodging the Nausicaan as he walked by, carrying a
had to take his little pleasures where he could. And thus, was
large cargo box. "Pardon me, ma'am, but I do believe they need to make
the first out the door.
side mirrors for these rather unwieldy boxes," he said in a surprisingly
courteous tone for a Nausicaan.


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


Sitting in the new chair, with a grin on his face like a child who
The warrant officer bowed as best he could with the box in his burly arms
knows he just got the last ice cream cone, was Bat. Before Zane
as he continued on his way. Jennifer walked over to Jerran and said, "Why
could even protest the old CSO spoke up.
doesn't he just use an antigrav?"


"Ya know. If the brass found out you got something this nice they'd
Jerran shrugged and said, "It's just not his way, I suppose. It'd be like
probably demote you and take it for themselves." He was spining
us putting a small suitcase on an antigrav. But, then again, the way you
around enjoying the air-like movement.
pack for vacations, I wouldn't be too reluctant to use one myself."


"And last time I checked your name wasn't on the list for bridge
"Hah, very funny, Lieutenant. Just for that, see if I give you your
officer of the day?" said Zane, his eyebrow raised.
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!"


"Nope, and I wouldn't want it." With that he rose from the chair.
"So?" he said as he smiled and keyed in the message retrieval. There was
"Actually I needed to speak with you about some rumors I hear
one message in the queue from ENS Allard. "Prophets! Allard says that
about our next mission. Now I know I'm not in the know but..."
neither you nor I have had our phaser qualification tests in over six
months. Imagine that?!"


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


"You're killing me... but I guess I'll wait." he turned his attention to
Jerran made a hmmph sound as he read on saying, "He also used my name
Lt. Koreth. "Perhapse you'd like to get a drink Mr. Round the clock?"
wrong," showing her the PADD which read "LT Terel" right above the deputy
chief FCO's name.


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


Bat cut him off, "I've got a brand new recipe for Betazoid Tea, and
The LT smiled, thinking about it for a second and said, "Well, he's just
just got in the ingredients. No replication."
lucky I'm half Vulcan, or I would give him the lecture. This time, I'll
just be more subtle."


Tarrant could never pass up anything food or beverage Betazoid,
He typed a reply message into the PADD that said, "Message received and
and Bat new it. It was an evil little ploy, but it worked.
acknowledged. FCO and AFCO will take qualifier this evening. -- LT
_Jerran_"


Scene: 10F
"Are you sure underlining you're name isn't going too far?"


True to his word, Bat had the real ingredients. He wasted no time
"Now look," he said with a laugh, "You're not letting me give him a
preparing the drink, and probing the CEO for information. Tarrant
lecture on interracial relations, so I have to do something."
though, as an old CSO himself, was wise to it and only gave
more enigmatic answers.


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


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


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


Respectfully,<br>
"Oh, alright," he acquiesced.
Jason<br>


Lieutenant Cmdr. Tirrin Vorak - OPS/2O - USS SERAPIS<br>
They walked out the door, the large bulkhead shutting slowly as WO Harkone
Lieutenant Tarrant L. Koreth - CEO - USS FEYNMAN<br>
walked by, reciting a poem which was cut off by the door, "So live that
when thy summons comes to join the innumerable caravan..."


"Quoth the Raven 'Nevermore'"<br>
"Every new Nausicaan I meet is like a new adventure," Jerran said as the
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Tying Things Up Before Leaving</h3>
entered the turbolift to go to the holodeck.
<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
<NRPG>
entrance to the shuttlebay with a slight hum as LT Jerran Terel waved
Next Episode: Departure :)
Midshipman Talo to land it on one of the landing target markers in the
<pre style="font-weight: bold; background-color: #303030; color: #ccc7e1;">
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,
* jobaker@chuma.cas.usf.edu      *    jbaker@deans2.cas.usf.edu          *
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,
* Joseph Baker                                                            *
the four smaller personnel shuttles. The four personnel shuttles had been
* University of South Florida                                              *
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
* Daisemi'in rhhaensuriuu            * Of the Chief parts of the           *
and such on the shuttles and other shipboard flight systems.
* meillunsiateve                    * Ruling Passion only this            *
* rh'e Mnhei'sahe yie ahr'en:        * Can be truly said:                  *
* Mnahe afw'ein qiuu,               * Hate has a reason for everything    *
* rh'e hweithnaef                    * But love is unreasonable            *
* mrht Heis'he ehl'ein qiuu          * --Rihannsu Proverb                  *
****************************************************************************
</pre>
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Media Darlings</h3>
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by  
Andrew Catterick 7-15-1996</h4>
SD: 80715.1000<br>
Scene: Ready-Room<br>
SLD: 4.1600<br>


ENS Mendorn from the planet Benzar sat at the controls of a hover loader,
Zane sat at his desk and scanned the mission orders for the 10th
pulling the central cargo bay module from off the NOGURA. He set it down
time. He had spent the last 4 hours digging through Starfleet
on the bay's elevator down to the hangar deck where the enhanced sensor
communications, bio-files, Fleet movements, anything that might possibly
module for the runabouts and a few smaller ones for the shuttles would be
give him an inside edge for when they came to face the SHADOW Fleet. For
offloaded and stored for the trip to the Coalsack. Mendorn was a junior
the most-part it had been a waste of time and the frustration he felt was
midshipman in Jerran's Nova Squadron back at the academy, and so he had
manifested in the hope that he would meet up with the PHOENIX's Captain
asked for him personally when he found out the Benzite pilot was
Tremaine. In person. His right fist clenched at the thought as a small
available.
smile pulled at the corner of his mouth. <nowiki>*Call my ship a tin-can.*</nowiki>


ENS Kella Dar, a joined Trill on her first life, pulled the warp nacelle
Looking at the chrono on the top right corner of the screen
cover off the shutlecraft Asimov II, running a check on the electroplasm
he scowled. Thirty minutes to the press-conference. He hated reporters.
shunt from the main reactor.
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.  


The flight crew was learning fast that even though these shuttles were
That was when Bat arrived and had
new to the FEYNMAN, that did not necessarily mean they were new in the
pulled him out of the scrum and straightened all of them out quickly. He
sence that they just came off the assembly line. In fact, the shuttle
smiled at the thought. He had known Bat all his life, thought of him as
Piaget was over twenty years old, and hadn't had a major engine overhaul
an uncle, and was sure he had no surprises left in him, but the seemingly
in about that long. Midshipmen Kaz and Alera were off in the auxiliary
none stop line of expletives that came flying out of the retired CSO's
shuttlebay now working with WO2 Kieren McShane to remedy that problem.
mouth had shocked everyone. Certainly the reporters who had
McShane, a human from the Mars Colony, had already established himself as
stood there staring dumbly as Bat, his tirade finished, smiled and whisked
somewhat of a lady's man, even though he had already had very little luck
him away.
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
<nowiki><<You have an incoming message.>></nowiki>
and intimidating Nausicaan shuttle pilot who had an affinity towards old
Terran plays, especially those of Shakespeare.


Jennifer walked in, dodging the Nausicaan as he walked by, carrying a
Stirred from his memories he turned to face the computer screen.
large cargo box. "Pardon me, ma'am, but I do believe they need to make
"Display." After a few seconds the header appeared. He was pleased to
side mirrors for these rather unwieldy boxes," he said in a surprisingly
see it was from the new CSO following up on his phaser qualifications
courteous tone for a Nausicaan.
drills.


She smiled to him as she walked towards the FCO and said, "It's OK. I can
> SD80714.1600<br>
maneuver easier than you can, so you have the right of way this time."
> TO: Senior Staff<br>
 
> FROM: Ens. J.C. Allard<br>
The warrant officer bowed as best he could with the box in his burly arms
> RE: Biannual Sidearm Qualification<br>
as he continued on his way. Jennifer walked over to Jerran and said, "Why
><br>
doesn't he just use an antigrav?"
> Sirs, as stated during our mission briefing, many Officers and departments are<br>
 
> seriously behind on their sidearm qualification, with the ship-wide total only at 53%<br>
Jerran shrugged and said, "It's just not his way, I suppose. It'd be like
> completed. Below is a list, by Department and percentage, of personnel still<br>
us putting a small suitcase on an antigrav. But, then again, the way you
> unqualified. Individual Department Heads, and where applicable, Asst. Dept. Heads are<br>
pack for vacations, I wouldn't be too reluctant to use one myself."
> 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>
"Hah, very funny, Lieutenant. Just for that, see if I give you your
><br>
messages for the day." She held a PADD in front of him teasingly, and he
> All commissioned officers, as always, please remember to bring your issued sidearm<br>
reached over and tickled her on the side, grabbing it from her while she
> for routine inspection, and cleaning if necessary. Feel free to use Holodeck program<br>
was distracted. "That's not fair!"
> 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>
"So?" he said as he smiled and keyed in the message retrieval. There was
><br>
one message in the queue from ENS Allard. "Prophets! Allard says that
> CO - CMDR Zane Not qualified<br>
neither you nor I have had our phaser qualification tests in over six
> MCPO Larocque " "<br>
months. Imagine that?!"
> 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>


"Umm, Terri, dear. You haven't had a weapon's qualifier since you
"Medical has a better rating than security!" He tried to picture
graduated from the academy. I should know, I've been around you most of
T'Del with a phaser. It scared him almost as much as the thought of
the time since then," she said with a wink.
facing a wolf, his teeth barred brandishing a phaser.


Jerran made a hmmph sound as he read on saying, "He also used my name
> SCIENCE 13% Not Qualified<br>
wrong," showing her the PADD which read "LT Terel" right above the deputy
><br>
chief FCO's name.
> FLIGHT CONTROLLER 34% Not qualified<br>
> LT. Terrel Not Qualified<br>
> LTjg. Cartwright Not Qualified<br>


"Uh oh. You're not going to give him the famous Bajoran lecture on naming
That's not like Jerran. He's usually a stickler for things like
conventions, are you?"
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>


The LT smiled, thinking about it for a second and said, "Well, he's just
There was no surprise. As an ex-CSO it was inevitable that the
lucky I'm half Vulcan, or I would give him the lecture. This time, I'll
Klingon would keep up with the drills. Of course this was even more
just be more subtle."
embarrassing for Zane


He typed a reply message into the PADD that said, "Message received and
He reached out and touched the reply icon.<br>
acknowledged. FCO and AFCO will take qualifier this evening. -- LT
____________________________________________________________________________<br>
_Jerran_"
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>


"Are you sure underlining you're name isn't going too far?"
Be advised. I will complete the qualification drill on or before
SD:80720.1800. Scores will be forwarded to your office.


"Now look," he said with a laugh, "You're not letting me give him a
Please ensure all crew deficinent in qualifications complete drill
lecture on interracial relations, so I have to do something."
before arrival our patrol destination.


"Alright, alright. Have it your way, you big baby."
Zane.
____________________________________________________________________________<br>


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


"OK, just promise to let me shoot a few of the targets."
Sending the memo he rose, drank down the rest of his coffee and
deposited the empty mug on the replicator pad for reconstitution. He had
put it off as long as he could.


"Oh, alright," he acquiesced.
_______________________________
Scene: Briefing Room, SB EPSILON<br>
SLD: 4.1652<br>


They walked out the door, the large bulkhead shutting slowly as WO Harkone
"....and that, essentially, covers the FEYNMAN's mission orders."
walked by, reciting a poem which was cut off by the door, "So live that
The Admiral paused to put his pointer down on the lecturn. "Any
when thy summons comes to join the innumerable caravan..."
questions?"


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


<NRPG>
"Why the FEYNMAN Admiral?" One of the throng asked.
Next Episode: Departure :)
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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
"I'll let the Captain of the FEYNMAN field that one." He gestured
time. He had spent the last 4 hours digging through Starfleet
over towards Zane who quickly approached the podium. "Commander?"
communications, bio-files, Fleet movements, anything that might possibly
give him an inside edge for when they came to face the SHADOW Fleet. For
the most-part it had been a waste of time and the frustration he felt was
manifested in the hope that he would meet up with the PHOENIX's Captain
Tremaine. In person. His right fist clenched at the thought as a small
smile pulled at the corner of his mouth. <nowiki>*Call my ship a tin-can.*</nowiki>


Looking at the chrono on the top right corner of the screen
"Thank-you Admiral Nicholas. Why the FEYNMAN? Well, personally
he scowled. Thirty minutes to the press-conference. He hated reporters.
I'd have to say that its because we're the best ship in the Fleet and if
The day he had graduated from the Academy had also been the day that the
you want the job done you tap the FEYNMAN." A light chuckle rippled
REPULSE had been officially listed as 'Missing, Presumed Destroyed.'
through the audience. He paused as the reporters furiously poked and
Almost immediately the vultures, there to film another boring, they
prodded their PADDS. Of course every Captain thought his or her ship was
thought, Starfleet graduation, descended on him. 'Have you heard the
the best in the Fleet but how many were lucky enough to have it
news?' 'How do you feel?' 'What was your first thought when you found out
publicized. This would be a nice 'response' to all of the SILVER Captains
your family and friends were dead?' 'Is it true that...' And it contined
who had razzed him in the OClub about the FEYNMAN not being able to hold
from there. As a fresh new ensign he was too respectful or perhaps too
her crew.
naive to tell them what he thought of them and instead stood numbly,
dutifully answering their questions.  


That was when Bat arrived and had
"Professionally, the answer is that the FEYNMAN class
pulled him out of the scrum and straightened all of them out quickly. He
explorer/destroyer is an ideal assest to achieve the mission
smiled at the thought. He had known Bat all his life, thought of him as
specifications. For several reasons, its DELPHI sensor suite and its
an uncle, and was sure he had no surprises left in him, but the seemingly
agililty. As Admiral Nicholas has outlined the Coalsack is not an
none stop line of expletives that came flying out of the retired CSO's
inviting place. The violent storms and energy discharges are enough to
mouth had shocked everyone. Certainly the reporters who had
play havoc with most ship's sensors. In effect once you entered the 'sack
stood there staring dumbly as Bat, his tirade finished, smiled and whisked
you'd be flying blind. The DELPHI, however, is sophisticated enough that
him away.
it can cut through the disturbance's quite easily and locate the pirates
and their bases with little trouble."


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


Stirred from his memories he turned to face the computer screen.
"Finally the ship's agility provides a final protection if the
"Display." After a few seconds the header appeared. He was pleased to
weather get a little rough. All in all, the coalsack is a very dangerous
see it was from the new CSO following up on his phaser qualifications
place but he FEYNMAN will be quite at home there." He paused to sip some
drills.
water. "Next question."


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


"Medical has a better rating than security!" He tried to picture
"As a Starfleet officer I have no 'feelings' about my orders.
T'Del with a phaser. It scared him almost as much as the thought of
Like any other officer I receive and follow them."
facing a wolf, his teeth barred brandishing a phaser.


> SCIENCE 13% Not Qualified<br>
"Yes I know the party line but surely as an *individual* you must
><br>
have some opinions." The reporter persisted.
> FLIGHT CONTROLLER 34% Not qualified<br>
> LT. Terrel Not Qualified<br>
> LTjg. Cartwright Not Qualified<br>


That's not like Jerran. He's usually a stickler for things like
Zane kept the pleasant look on his face while he inwardly
that. Well, it'll give Kyrsa something to tease him about.
expressed a few opinions about the reporter, her colleagues, and the press
><br>
conference in general before answering. "It is a challenging mission and
> ENGINEERING 7% Not Qualified<br>
I look forward to a challenge. On an individual level, as a Federation
> LT. Koreth Qualified 80601.1555<br>
citizen I think it is a logical step in this sector's expansion. Federation
> Ens. T. Jared Qualified 80604.2135<br>
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."


There was no surprise. As an ex-CSO it was inevitable that the
"So what you are saying is that you support the Federation's
Klingon would keep up with the drills. Of course this was even more
expansionist policies."
embarrassing for Zane


He reached out and touched the reply icon.<br>
"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,
SD: 80715.1600<br>
individual groups and beings that have done so of their own accord. The
TO: EN. J.C. Allard, CSO<br>
Federation is merely following these citizens and providing the rights and
cc: All senior staff<br>
privledges that all have come to expect." He cursed inwardly, he hadn't
FROM: CMDR. Zane, commanding<br>
handled that one all to well.
RE: S-Arm Qual<br>
============================================================================<br>


Be advised. I will complete the qualification drill on or before
"Unfortunately we'll have to end things here." The Admiral's
SD:80720.1800. Scores will be forwarded to your office.
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."


Please ensure all crew deficinent in qualifications complete drill
"Can we get a picture Admiral?" Some one called out. Zane turned
before arrival our patrol destination.
to go, happy the Admiral had ended the press conference, allowing him to
escape. He was surprised to hear the admiral's reply. "Of course."


Zane.
The two starfleet officers turned to face the audience while
____________________________________________________________________________<br>
shaking hands as the reporters happily recorded the image.


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


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


_______________________________
We'll assume that all those who are deficient in the phaser qualifications
Scene: Briefing Room, SB EPSILON<br>
will complete the drill before we enter the sack. Please feel free to
SLD: 4.1652<br>
post the drill if you wish to. I plan to...time permitting.


"....and that, essentially, covers the FEYNMAN's mission orders."
Max/Joesph: Take us out and start the mission clock as MD:1.0800.
The Admiral paused to put his pointer down on the lecturn. "Any
(Approx 15 hours after the press conference ends...so if any
questions?"
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>


Zane sat on his chair, to the right and behind the admiral, who
Mike Dailey: The mission date clock (MD) is used to keep some sembelance
began to field the reporter's questions. Admittedly he did not know the
of order in much the same way as the use of SD. It is geared
Admiral very well but to say he was surprised by the last 20 minutes would
to ships time so we will depart on MD:1.0800 (Mission Day 1,
be an understatement. The normally gruff Nicholas had held his audience
8am) If I've already mentioned this to you....well its as
captive as he explained the mission particulars, using the various
good a time as any to become acquainted with my feeble
computer animations and sketches that had been prepaired. He had even
memory :)
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.
Mike Dawe: Well it wasn't quite a press hoopla. Once you get settled in
after your server comes back on line. (I imagine you'll have
*alot* to catch up on.) Can you give me a rundown on what is
known about the coalsack/pirates/this region etc. Are we any
where near the new base the Pearson(?) towed out?


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


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


"Professionally, the answer is that the FEYNMAN class
-LT.CMDR Tarsa Rogers, Unassigned<br>
explorer/destroyer is an ideal assest to achieve the mission
-CMDR Zane, Commanding Officer, USS FEYNMAN<br>
specifications. For several reasons, its DELPHI sensor suite and its
-CMDR Nigel Straun, TACFLEET Liason Officer, INDIGO FLEET<br>
agililty. As Admiral Nicholas has outlined the Coalsack is not an
-CMDR Horatio Sinclair, Fleet Intelligence Officer, BLUE FLEET<br>
inviting place. The violent storms and energy discharges are enough to
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Before Mission</h3>
play havoc with most ship's sensors. In effect once you entered the 'sack
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Michael "Mike" Dailey 7-15-1996</h4>
you'd be flying blind. The DELPHI, however, is sophisticated enough that
SD 80715.1030<br>
it can cut through the disturbance's quite easily and locate the pirates
SCENE: Returning from EPSILON<br>
and their bases with little trouble."


"Secondly the ships small size presents less of a target for the
J.C. heard the large doors of the Holodeck here on EPSILON swoosh and clank shut
'sacks random energy charges. Furthermore its low emmission rate is much
behind him. That had to have been one of the best "trips" he had ever taken. *Wow,
more desirable if we find ourselves in the middle of a storm than some of
it's been almost six years since I had seen home.* The sight of New London on Mars' most
the larger ships whose emmission rates would essentially turn them into a
sparsely populated region, the Wolfe District, triggered some memories of things and
very large 'lighting rod'.
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.


"Finally the ship's agility provides a final protection if the
J.C. paused, considering beaming onto the FEYNMAN instead of traversing the
weather get a little rough. All in all, the coalsack is a very dangerous
corridors of EPSILON, after all, he had spent the past 3 hours walking around "home."
place but he FEYNMAN will be quite at home there." He paused to sip some
But after that double helping of Rigellian Ravioli and three chocolate Ssiruv Juices, he
water. "Next question."
could use the exercise.


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


"As a Starfleet officer I have no 'feelings' about my orders.
J.C. straightened his uniform, ready to have a little fun with these two, who
Like any other officer I receive and follow them."
looked like they were having SO much fun. Walking up to they Sentries, they immediately
stiffened up upon noticing J.C. They did, however, not notice the other two men and
woman approach.


"Yes I know the party line but surely as an *individual* you must
"Excuse me Ensign, I'm Edward D. Moore, Federation News Network (FNN) Just a few
have some opinions." The reporter persisted.
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.


Zane kept the pleasant look on his face while he inwardly
<nowiki>*Spirits, why didn't I beam to the ship.* "ENOUGH!" *Wow, was that me?*</nowiki>
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
Grabbing a quick, deep breath J.C. continued. "Any information I have you guys already
expansionist policies."
received at the Press Conference earlier, and as far as my personal feelings, well,
they're my own feelings." The woman, obviously not satisfied, began again.


"No, not at all. I don't think you can say that the Federation as
"But Ensign, we..." but she could not finish for the blessing of the Senior PO began ushering
an entity has expanded out into this region. It has been, infact,
the trio away.  
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
"Come on everyone, this is a restricted area. I'm gonna have to ask you
voice rang out. "The FEYNMAN will be departing in less than 18 hours and,
to leave the docking corridor. Standard procedure 12-hours prior to departure" *Good
as I'm sure'll you understand, Commander Zane has to return to his ship
job. It was a lie, but it got them away and off my back and they probably didn't know
for final preparations."
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!*


"Can we get a picture Admiral?" Some one called out. Zane turned
Once inside, J.C. considered his options. It's 2200 hrs. . He could turn in
to go, happy the Admiral had ended the press conference, allowing him to
early, return to his new office to acquaint himself more than the 10 minute meeting
escape. He was surprised to hear the admiral's reply. "Of course."
earlier with his 2nd., or third try out this ships 10-foreward. Turning towards the
lift, choice three won. Leaning against the back of the lift, J.C. mumbled to the
destination inquiry, "Deck 10-Foreward.". That Ravioli was playing tricks with his
stomach. He considered going to sickbay for something, but three or four double-shots of
Aldebran Whiskey will do the same.


The two starfleet officers turned to face the audience while
The large wooden doors opened to reveal a VERY comfortable looking area. Big
shaking hands as the reporters happily recorded the image.
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.


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


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


We'll assume that all those who are deficient in the phaser qualifications
"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
will complete the drill before we enter the sack. Please feel free to
was feeling a little too good to meet a Senior Officer for the first time. He didn't
post the drill if you wish to. I plan to...time permitting.
want to snub the guy, but After what him, Jason, and the others had done to that Klingon
freshman last year. It was still hard to look a Klingon in the face! *Oh well, maybe
now so I won' remember it.*


Max/Joesph: Take us out and start the mission clock as MD:1.0800.
J.C. very slowly and cautiously maneuvered over to the
(Approx 15 hours after the press conference ends...so if any
Klingons side, Bat keeping an uninterested eye on them.  
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
"Sir, good evening Sir.
of order in much the same way as the use of SD. It is geared
Lieute... Ensign Allard, CSO/TAC." J.C. offered his hand. He couldn't remember if
to ships time so we will depart on MD:1.0800 (Mission Day 1,
Klingons shook hands,, be he was in no mood to bash heads with this guy. The Klingon
8am) If I've already mentioned this to you....well its as
accepted with a VERY firm grip.
good a time as any to become acquainted with my feeble
memory :)


Mike Dawe: Well it wasn't quite a press hoopla. Once you get settled in
"Welcome aboard Ensign. I am LT. Koreth, CEO. I would
after your server comes back on line. (I imagine you'll have
ask you to join me, but I see you are enroute to your quarters." Koreth turned and
*alot* to catch up on.) Can you give me a rundown on what is
mutually nodded to Bat. "I am leaving also, you may join me if you like". They left,
known about the coalsack/pirates/this region etc. Are we any
Klingon in the lead, Human literally falling behind.
where near the new base the Pearson(?) towed out?


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


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


-LT.CMDR Tarsa Rogers, Unassigned<br>
The shocked MCPO replied "Good morning, Sir. Welcome to your first watch." J.C. didn't care what he meant by that, sincere or
-CMDR Zane, Commanding Officer, USS FEYNMAN<br>
not. It was not to show off for the brass, but to get a feel for things early. J.C.
-CMDR Nigel Straun, TACFLEET Liason Officer, INDIGO FLEET<br>
stepped around to PO/1 T'meq at tactical and introduced himself to the Gamma CSO.  
-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
"Mr. Ein, please log me in at 0730. I'm relieving Mister T'meq." Ein could not argue an
behind him. That had to have been one of the best "trips" he had ever taken. *Wow,
order, but paused briefly.  
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
"Aye Sir. Will you take the Conn., since you're Senior officer? Ein got up slowly.
corridors of EPSILON, after all, he had spent the past 3 hours walking around "home."
<nowiki>*Is this guy baiting me for a sucker or what. First day I have NO intention of sitting there.*</nowiki>
But after that double helping of Rigellian Ravioli and three chocolate Ssiruv Juices, he
could use the exercise.


After about 10 minutes, J.C. rounded the corridor to the FEYNMAN's docking
"As you were, Mr. Ein. You only have 1/2 hour until the Captain arrives."
bay. About 20 meters ahead was Bay-9, the FEYNMAN's. In front of the hatch were two of
his men. Though not needed on EPSILON, and two being a slight overkill, J.C. considered
the two Security Officers for a moment. With all the hype about the mission, the
dealings with the press, it was a good move. He would make a note to commend CPO
Tamarov, besides, it may make a good impression on the XO or CO. *Spirits, I need that!*


J.C. straightened his uniform, ready to have a little fun with these two, who
As if summoned by a spell cast by J.C., the lift opened to emit a
looked like they were having SO much fun. Walking up to they Sentries, they immediately
cheerful looking Zane. Slightly shocked, probably like Ein was to see him, J.C. cleared
stiffened up upon noticing J.C. They did, however, not notice the other two men and
his throat, "CAPTAIN on the Bridge... *Here goes nothing!*
woman approach.


"Excuse me Ensign, I'm Edward D. Moore, Federation News Network (FNN) Just a few
Submitted,<br>
quick questions please. Ensign, how do you feel about your mission," asked the first
Ensign J.C. Allard<br>
chap, shoving a PADD-corder into his face. The other fellow and woman followed
CSO/TAC USS FEYNMAN<br>
suit. "Ensign, is this mission the beginning of a major Fleet-Federation expansion and
Mike Dailey<br>
development of the 'Sack area?" The third almost got in his face. "Ensign, you're
Splatter2@qtm.net
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>
==================================================================================<br>
NRPG:<br>


Grabbing a quick, deep breath J.C. continued. "Any information I have you guys already
Sorry for such a long one. Andy, Jason, anyone else, I hope I played your characters
received at the Press Conference earlier, and as far as my personal feelings, well,
NPC's OK. I tried to cover a lot of ground before we "depart". Again, thanks all. I am
they're my own feelings." The woman, obviously not satisfied, began again.  
still sorry I didn't join ASR earlier.


"But Ensign, we..." but she could not finish for the blessing of the Senior PO began ushering
Mike/J.C.
the trio away.  
<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>


"Come on everyone, this is a restricted area. I'm gonna have to ask you
LT Jenn looked up from her OPS console and said, "Dockmaster reports we
to leave the docking corridor. Standard procedure 12-hours prior to departure" *Good
are clear for departure, Captain. They also advise us to be aware of a
job. It was a lie, but it got them away and off my back and they probably didn't know
number of small ships loitering around outside the base. Apparently the
anyway.* When the 'coast was clear', J.C. made a beeline for the hatch. *To hell with
press is interested in our departure."
protocol, after that, Permission to come aboard be damned!*


Once inside, J.C. considered his options. It's 2200 hrs. . He could turn in
Commander Zane nodded and said, "Send my regards to the dockmaster,
early, return to his new office to acquaint himself more than the 10 minute meeting
Lieutenant. Mr. Jerran, take us out, best speed. Try and keep it slow,
earlier with his 2nd., or third try out this ships 10-foreward. Turning towards the
though. I can probably cover for you loosing a few shuttles on our last
lift, choice three won. Leaning against the back of the lift, J.C. mumbled to the
mission, but if you were to mow over a few civilian ships, I don't think
destination inquiry, "Deck 10-Foreward.". That Ravioli was playing tricks with his
that would blow over very well."
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
Jerran grinned as he pulled the ship out of the dock on maneuvering
overstuffed chairs and tables, yet the room still seemed huge. Only about 8 people in
thrusters, "Of course, sir, I'll do my best."
attendance. Three middies in the corner playing Domjot *Spirits, that's me only six
months ago*, two separate couples at separate tables, and a Klingon at the bar, and of
course the Host. *What did the manifest say his name was, Bart? No Bat.* J.C. walked to
the end of the bar, opposite the Klingon Lt. He was in no mood for Senior Officers now.


J.C. introduced himself to the Host, taking a liking to his attitude already. After
As they cleared the space doors, they were greated by at least a couple
the second double-shot, they had found out they were both originally from Mars Colony,
dozen ships ranging from small travel pods to runabouts and a few small
though many years apart. J.C. found out Bat was a former CSO and begged for some "war
transports, all maneuvering in a mock battle to get the best photographic
stories", but Bat made a solemn promise for later. Bat had taken a liking to the
coverage of the FEYNMAN's departure. Jerran brought the ship's impulse
FEYNMAN's recent newcomer, perhaps seeing himself a few years ago. J.C. wobbled out of
engines online and thrusted the ship away from the press cavalcade, doing
his stool, "Bat, thanks pal. Now at least I know someone on this tugboat I can call a
a quick barrel roll as he passed by.
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.
"What was that for?" Jenn asked.
So YOU BETTER START RIGHT NOW, PILGRIM!"


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


J.C. very slowly and cautiously maneuvered over to the
"Set course for the Coalsack and engage at warp 6."
Klingons side, Bat keeping an uninterested eye on them.  


"Sir, good evening Sir.
"Aye, aye, sir," LT Jerran said as he punched the coordinates into the
Lieute... Ensign Allard, CSO/TAC." J.C. offered his hand. He couldn't remember if
computer and engaged the warp drive.
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
Hundreds of cameras were pointed towards the FEYNMAN as her engine
ask you to join me, but I see you are enroute to your quarters." Koreth turned and
nacelles raised to warp flight mode and she sped off on a new adventure.
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
<NRPG>
at 0730, startling the Gamma watch. He greeted the Gamma Duty Officer, a Bolian and
Short and sweet, just enough to get us on our way :)
introduced himself.
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"Good morning, Mr. Ein."
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The shocked MCPO replied "Good morning, Sir. Welcome to your first watch." J.C. didn't care what he meant by that, sincere or
* Joseph Baker                                                            *
not. It was not to show off for the brass, but to get a feel for things early. J.C.
* University of South Florida                                              *
stepped around to PO/1 T'meq at tactical and introduced himself to the Gamma CSO.
****************************************************************************
 
* Daisemi'in rhhaensuriuu            * Of the Chief parts of the          *
"Mr. Ein, please log me in at 0730. I'm relieving Mister T'meq." Ein could not argue an
* meillunsiateve                    * Ruling Passion only this            *
order, but paused briefly.  
* 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>


"Aye Sir. Will you take the Conn., since you're Senior officer? Ein got up slowly.  
Krysa carried the box off the transporter pad and headed off toward
<nowiki>*Is this guy baiting me for a sucker or what. First day I have NO intention of sitting there.*</nowiki>
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 you were, Mr. Ein. You only have 1/2 hour until the Captain arrives."
She cringed as she realized she was wearing her uniform and was
immediately surrounded by reporters, asking about their upcoming mission.
Krysa held the box in front of her looking very uncomfortable, hoping the
would get the hint.


As if summoned by a spell cast by J.C., the lift opened to emit a
“I would love to talk to all of you, but I must get this box of things to
cheerful looking Zane. Slightly shocked, probably like Ein was to see him, J.C. cleared
shipping.”
his throat, "CAPTAIN on the Bridge... *Here goes nothing!*


Submitted,<br>
“Can’t you tell us anything?”
Ensign J.C. Allard<br>
CSO/TAC USS FEYNMAN<br>
Mike Dailey<br>
Splatter2@qtm.net


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


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


Mike/J.C.
“Of course, I’m just happy to be able to do what I can. But please excuse
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Let's Blow This Joint! :)</h3>
me, it is very important that I get this shipped out.”
<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
“Does it have something to do with the Coalsack?”
are clear for departure, Captain. They also advise us to be aware of a
number of small ships loitering around outside the base. Apparently the
press is interested in our departure."


Commander Zane nodded and said, "Send my regards to the dockmaster,
Krysa frowned, “This box? No... I assure you it doesn’t.”
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
She swerved out of the way and continued on her journey.
thrusters, "Of course, sir, I'll do my best."


As they cleared the space doors, they were greated by at least a couple
Scene: 10-Forward<br>
dozen ships ranging from small travel pods to runabouts and a few small
SLD: 4:1840<br>
transports, all maneuvering in a mock battle to get the best photographic
coverage of the FEYNMAN's departure. Jerran brought the ship's impulse
engines online and thrusted the ship away from the press cavalcade, doing
a quick barrel roll as he passed by.


"What was that for?" Jenn asked.
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.


"Just making sure the kinks are out of the thruster system," Jerran said
She was please to see Tarrant sitting there and promptly took a seat next
with a mischevious grin. "We've cleared planetary orbit, sir."
to him. “You’ve been keeping yourself busy. I haven’t seen much of you.”


"Set course for the Coalsack and engage at warp 6."
He nodded giving her a faint smile, “I’m always busy during shore leave.”


"Aye, aye, sir," LT Jerran said as he punched the coordinates into the
“Yes, I know. We will have to rectify that you know.”
computer and engaged the warp drive.


Hundreds of cameras were pointed towards the FEYNMAN as her engine
He looked at her but didn’t say anything.
nacelles raised to warp flight mode and she sped off on a new adventure.


<NRPG>
She laughed lightly, “Don’t worry, it won’t hurt.”
Short and sweet, just enough to get us on our way :)
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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: 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
Krysa ordered a large dinner from the replicator and chatted with the
shipping. It was the last remaining box of Kavan’s things. She had already
Klingon as she ate. Tarrant laughed at her. “What?” she asked.
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
“You should have been a Klingon.”
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
Krysa looked down at her plate and chuckled, “Yes, perhaps I should have.
shipping.”


“Can’t you tell us anything?”
Scene: Bridge<br>
SLD: 5.0750<br>


“Well, there will be a press conference about it tomorrow. That would be
Krysa walked onto the bridge feeling fully refreshed. Better then she had
your best bet.” Krysa said with a smile. She hoped it didn’t look to
in quite a while. She however, was put in a sour mood when she spotted Ein
phoney.
sitting at Ops. She walked over to relieve him. “Good morning, Mr. Ein.”
 
“What are your feelings about this mission?”
 
“Of course, I’m just happy to be able to do what I can. But please excuse
me, it is very important that I get this shipped out.”
 
“Does it have something to do with the Coalsack?”
 
Krysa frowned, “This box? No... I assure you it doesn’t.”
 
She swerved out of the way and continued on her journey.
 
Scene: 10-Forward<br>
SLD: 4:1840<br>
 
Krysa walked into 10-Forward after having spent the day enjoying Kavan’s
novel on the holodeck. Now she found herself starved and decided to have a
bite to eat.
 
She was please to see Tarrant sitting there and promptly took a seat next
to him. “You’ve been keeping yourself busy. I haven’t seen much of you.”
 
He nodded giving her a faint smile, “I’m always busy during shore leave.”
 
“Yes, I know. We will have to rectify that you know.”
 
He looked at her but didn’t say anything.
 
She laughed lightly, “Don’t worry, it won’t hurt.”
 
Krysa ordered a large dinner from the replicator and chatted with the
Klingon as she ate. Tarrant laughed at her. “What?” she asked.
 
“You should have been a Klingon.”
 
Krysa looked down at her plate and chuckled, “Yes, perhaps I should have.
 
Scene: Bridge<br>
SLD: 5.0750<br>
 
Krysa walked onto the bridge feeling fully refreshed. Better then she had
in quite a while. She however, was put in a sour mood when she spotted Ein
sitting at Ops. She walked over to relieve him. “Good morning, Mr. Ein.”


He stood and looked up at her, “Lieutenanat.”
He stood and looked up at her, “Lieutenanat.”
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 7-21-1996</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
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.


"Enter," he commanded. Lieutenant Meleah walked through the doorway, then stood stiffly at attention in front of Maril's desk.
"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!)
 
Mike Dailey:I received a NRPG from you saying Here is my security
rostor...but there was no security roster!


"No, I am not."
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>
 
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. :)


"One moment sir." The new SCI, sitting at the bridge science
Ted: I still haven't gotten anything on the Helm section of the BrOT from you. :(
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
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.
to relay the information to the rest of the bridge, Zane pulled up her
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Just Before Entering the Sack</h3>
diosplays on his arm console. It didn't look very inviting.
<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>


"Bridge to engineering."
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.


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


"Mr. Koreth are the two communication relay pods ready for
"I do not doubt that you cannot do the job. But I have more
launch?"
experience in the science field than you do."


[Yes sir. We're locked and loaded.]
"That remains to be seen," Loth said snidely. "What are you
doing about the roster?"


After the briefing the Admiral had sent out they had taken some
"I have checked over every crew member's record and decided to
extra precautions one of which was to adjust two probes to become enhanced
make a few changes. Lt(jg) Swanson is shown to be better
communications relays. It had been decided that the FEYNMAN, on its
qualified to have the position of ASCI. You have the option
own would most likely lose contact with EPSILON after entering the sack
of being the XO for any of the shifts or the CO for GAMMA shift."
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."
"You're joking!" Loth exclaimed.


"Probe one away."
"No, I am not."


"Put me on ship wide Ensign."
"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?"


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


"Attention all hands, this is the Captain. In a few moments we
"Hmph," was all Loth said to that.
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
Meleah had found Loth to be fairly disagreeable unlike her new ASCI
ordered.
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.


"Mr. Jerran take us in 1/4 impulse."
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
______________________________________________<br>
expectedan answer to because they thought that an android couldn't lie.
Scene: Bridge, USS PHOENIX<br>
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.


"We've just received word from TYPHOON sir, FEYNMAN has
All of this Meleah reviewed in one second. Part of her was still
just entered the 'sack at position L-357."
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.


"Helm set course for the TYPHOON, warp 1. Signal the ARGONAUT and
Meleah also remembered her first meeting with the rest of the staff.
the ROLLING THUNDER to join us there."
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.


"Sensors have picked up a small probe left just outside the
The FEYNMAN was now a couple of seconds closer to the 'Sack. Meleah
'sack."
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.


"A communications relay?" Tremaine asked.
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.


"Think so." His exec replied.
<<SNIP>>
MD: 4.0612


"Can we access 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.


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


"Excellent." He leaned back in his chair smiling. Everything was
----
proceeding to plan. In a few days they would have the information they
NRPG:
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>>>
(I couldn't think of anything else to add!)


Well let this wooden writing be a lesson to those of you who get up early
Just giving everyone an insight into how Meleah works. I figured a back
and try to be creative before coffee. Knew a few people going to the
post would put people out of sync with the rest of the story, so I
Olympics and I was silly enough to stay up and watch the opening
incorporated it into the current post, the first part of which is set just
ceremonies in the hopes of seeing them...my wife saw one.
before Joseph's post.


Melanie/Mike Dailey: Please note mission dates. The last few before this
BTW: Lt(jg) Nali Swansen is the new ASCI, with Ens Loth (does he have a
one took place on or about MD:1.1400. This one is MD:4.0600, almost 3
first name?) relegated to 2SCI. Swansen will be a registered NPC, as will
days later. So we can assume that nothing of major import happened during
MCPO Calab Crysta (female Bjrn/Btzd) who is in the physics science
that time. However, any backposts such as Maril meeting Meleah would now
department in BETA shift, and Cadence's babysitter in ALPHA shift.
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
Joseph: I hope Meleah getting 100% won't put Jerral's nose out of joint.
rostor...but there was no security roster!


The SHADOW Fleet: USS PHOENIX -SOLAR Class Capt. Tremaine<br>
Kristen: We might try to see how Meleah and Krysa get along <G>.
USS ARGONAUT -AGAMEMNON Class<br>
USS TYPHOON -STORM Class<br>
USS ROLLING THUNDER-Storm Class<br>


All: Ok were here lets get to work!
Sincerely yours,<br>
Lt. Meleah, SCI, USS FEYNMAN, Silver Fleet.<br>


Respectfully,<br>
Melanie Pocknall.
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: 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>
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