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"Quoth the Raven 'Nevermore'"<br> | "Quoth the Raven 'Nevermore'"<br> | ||
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: News From Home</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by | |||
Andrew Catterick 9-14-1996</h4> | |||
SD: 80914.1900<br> | |||
MD: 9.1400<br> | |||
Scene: Ready-Room<br> | |||
Zane stared down at the computer on his desk in shocked silence. | |||
With the battle over and the FEYNMAN racing towards home he had sent his | |||
intial report to the Admiral and SILVER intel, almost instantly he had | |||
received a fleet update filling him in on the happenings of SILVER while | |||
the FEYNMAN had been in the 'sack and out of communication. The news had | |||
gone a long way in deflated much of the triumph he was feeling after | |||
another completed mission and the defeat of Tremaine. Finally he stirred, | |||
rising he heading for the replicator. "Coffee, Orange Brandy, hot." | |||
Grabbing the steaming mug he returned to his desk and again sat in | |||
silence. The sweet aroma of the coffee slowly filling the room. | |||
"Lt. Jenn will you report to my ready-room." He ordered over the | |||
comm. With Maril still aboard the Bat'leth, Jenn was acting executive | |||
officer. | |||
[[On my way.]] With Krysa on the bridge she appeared soon after | |||
her reply. "You wanted to see me Captain?" She asked curiously instantly | |||
aware of her Captain's mood and the strange look on his face. | |||
Zane simply spun the terminal around to face her. "Pull up a | |||
chair it'll take some time to go through this." | |||
Her curiousity mounting she sat and leaned across the desk to read | |||
the screen. Zane spun in his chair, quietly drinking his coffee and | |||
staring out the window at the receeding starfield. After a few minutes | |||
Krsya broke the silence. "So SILVER is split into two task forces. Makes | |||
sense with the size of our fleet and all that has happened of late. I see | |||
you'll still be reporting to our gruff Admiral." She smirked playfully | |||
and for a moment Zane's face lightened but then returned to its stoney | |||
gaze. Jenn too quickly erased the smirk as she saw Zane was in no mood | |||
for light humour. | |||
"It would seem so." he replied. "Read on." | |||
Again the silence but this time it was broken more quickly as | |||
Krsya gasped. "On my....REGENT destroyed. How?...." | |||
"Its all there but information is still...lacking. FALCON has | |||
responed." | |||
"Any survivours?" She asked quietly. Of course the loss of any | |||
life was a blow especially fellow Starfleet officer's but Krysa, like many | |||
aboard had friends on the REGENT. | |||
"Still sketchy but FALCON reports long-range sensors have picked | |||
up scattered lifesigns...probably some made it to lifepods. It will be a | |||
few hours before we know more." | |||
"You knew Captain Fife didn't you?" | |||
"Not really. I met him once. I had just reported to SILVER, | |||
actually we were still WHITE Fleet back then. My academy room mate was on | |||
the REGENT as the FCO. Fife had just pulled some strings and got him | |||
assigned as OPS/20 on HAWKING. We bumped into each other on | |||
EPSILON....talk about a charmed career...I hope it stayed with him." | |||
"I'll let the crew know about REGENT..." | |||
"Read on. Unfortunately there's more." | |||
A few minutes later Krsya mirrored or earlier actions. "Oh my | |||
God, SERAPIS too?" | |||
Zane nodded grimly. "Less is known about this one. Ships are | |||
enroute but long range scans show a large debris field and little else. | |||
Fleet is hopeful but...." his voice trailed off, unwilling to speak the | |||
obvious. | |||
"Are the two related?" | |||
"Unknown but Fleet thinks it unlikely. Almost opposite patrol | |||
areas and REGENT had been deployed to a known hostile area. SERAPIS? It | |||
seems it was a random attack but there is probably much more to it than | |||
that. It takes a hell of a lot of fire power to destroy a SOLAR and I'm | |||
sure this incident has got fleet in convulsions. We split into two | |||
task-forces and then the home fleet is cut down by a third...there are | |||
going to be some serious reprecussions." | |||
The two officers sat in silence considering the situation before | |||
Jenn spoke. "I'll inform the crew sir." She stood. | |||
"Thank-you lieutenant. How is our guest doing?" Zane asked | |||
cryptically. | |||
Krysa frowned. "She's confined to her quarters and security | |||
hasn't heard a peep from her." A pause. "I'll be glad when were rid of | |||
her." She added with obvious distaste | |||
Zane nodded. "Agreed." As Krysa departed he reached over to | |||
the terminal and spun it around to face him. With a few quick commands he | |||
forwarded the reports to Maril on the Bat'leth. Finished he sat back in | |||
silence once again. | |||
<<<NRPG>>> | |||
Just getting our characters caught up with what has been going on in | |||
SILVER while we were incommunicado. | |||
Lets say we arrive at EPSILON on Monday. | |||
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> | |||