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Kristen & Scott Gant<br> | Kristen & Scott Gant<br> | ||
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<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: A Horrific Discovery</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by | |||
Andrew Catterick 8-24-1996</h4> | |||
SD: 80824.1100<br> | |||
MD: 6.2120<br> | |||
Scene: Bridge<br> | |||
Zane spun in his chair to face the tactical station. "Anything?" | |||
"No sir. Nothing on sensors. Still sending out hails." | |||
Spinning back to face the viewer the Captain frowned. *Where are | |||
they?* He knew that sensors were terrible at best in this mess but the | |||
fact that they had not seen or heard from the TYPHOON in some time | |||
troubled him. He was fully confident of Jerran's ability to command but | |||
their were too many variables that could be stacked against him. Two | |||
hundred captured Starfleet officers with little else to lose, wandering | |||
Xanthandi and pirate patrols, and of course the harshness of the 'sack | |||
coupled with the deficiensies of the TYPHOON. | |||
"How's the data flow from the Husnock vessel?" He decided a new | |||
avenue of thinking was preferable at this point. Worrying about an | |||
unknown would not accomplish anything. | |||
"Information download proceeding normally...we've already received | |||
quite a bit." | |||
"Good." At least that was going well. In fact all intelligence | |||
gathering operations were slowly becoming fruitfull. The ex-pirate and | |||
now Starfleet spy, Mason, had provided them with a rather lengthy list and | |||
Zane had been quite happy to find how detailed it was. With little else | |||
to add Mason had been allowed to transfer to the Bird of Prey so he could | |||
be returned to the pirate base. It remained to be seen if he would | |||
contine to pass information but Zane had a feeling he would. | |||
As a bonus, Maril had downloaded portions of the Bird of Prey's | |||
log to the FEYNMAN before returning to the base. For the most part it as | |||
just a reiteration of what Mason had wriiten but that had actually been | |||
advantageous. Factual information was much better than the word of an | |||
untested turncoat. Either way the information they had gathered would | |||
keep the spooks back at EPSILON busy for months. | |||
Now if they could just find the TYPHOON. As if on cue... "Sir! | |||
We're receiving a signal. There's too much information but I think its | |||
from the TYPHOON." | |||
"Can you localize it?" Zane asked. | |||
"Yes sir. Bearing 329.37." | |||
"Put a tractor on the Husnock vessel but at the first sign of | |||
trouble let it drift. Helm, thats your heading. 1/2 impulse." | |||
"1/2 impulse aye." | |||
Feeling much better now that they had received a signal, albeit an | |||
unintelligable one, from TYPHOON he returned his attention to his arm | |||
console display and began to sift through the files that had already been | |||
downloaded from the Husnock ship. Unable to read the Husnock language | |||
most of the material was just a jumble of characters and symbols, but | |||
there was still much that was easily discerned such as the ships | |||
starcharts. It would seem it backed up the theory that as aggressive as | |||
they once were they were also explorer. That of course made sense, to | |||
contiually conquer you had to continuously push out into the unknown. | |||
"Captain!...." | |||
Instantly alerted by the tone of the TAC officer's voice Zane's | |||
yes sprang up to face the viewscreen. "Oh my God..." On the screen the | |||
port side of a STORM class cruiser tumble silently end over end. | |||
"Survivors?" Zane asked. Perhaps bulkheads had close in time, perhaps | |||
there were pockets of life. | |||
"No readings at all sir." The TAC officer replied after a pause. | |||
"Any sign of the starboard half?" Zane asked quietly, holding on | |||
to a thread of hope. | |||
"Scanning." | |||
<<<NRPG>>> | |||
Joesph: I'm heading out to spend the day with my mother and I'm running | |||
behind so I'll let you establish contact. | |||
Respectfully,<br> | |||
Andy<br> | |||
-Commander Zane, Commanding Officer, USS FEYNMAN<br> | |||
-Commodore Nigel Straun, Executive Officer, INDIGO FLEET<br> | |||
-Commander Horatio Sinclair, Fleet Intelligence Officer, BLUE FLEET<br> | |||
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: A Better Discovery</h3> | <h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: A Better Discovery</h3> | ||