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 Mike:Sorry that you were sort of a non-participant in the discussion. Most of those who have been on the other side of Maril's talks will tell you the same thing. :)<br>
+<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Conversation & Communications</h3>
+<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Michael "Mike" Dailey 9-24-1996</h4>
+SD: 80923.2230<br>
+MD: 10.1220<br>
+SCENE: Leaving the 'Cave of Doom' (aka XO's Office)<br>
+> "Yes, sir, I do. I understand, sir."<br>
+><br>
+> "Very well. The Captain and I have not decided how to act, but be sure that we will. Dismissed."<br>
+><br>
+> Allard turned on his heel and quickly marched out the door.<br>
+><br>
+> Maril drank the last of the Centaurian tea. It was very good tea.<br>
+*Is it just me, or do the corridors seem like dark earthen cave
+walls* J.C. shook the thought, half expecting a troll or some such
+creature to jump out and attack. He made a hasty retreat from Maril's
+Office to the lift. Once in the turbo lift, the request for a
+destination from the ship's computer sparked quite a few 'unofficial'
+replies, but the CSO just mumbled his quarters instead.
+* Well, not bad for my first mission as CSO. I get wounded, the
+Captain breaks General Order 25, I get charged with desertion, and will
+spend the rest of my career washing windows.* J.C. thought back to the
+time right after graduation from ALB, when he received the orders from
+VADM Crowell sending him to EPSILON, and the from VADM Nicholas cutting
+him to the FEYNMAN. Who knew how these people would react. Who knew
+their expectations, personalities, individual quirks? *You learned real
+quick this time, J.C.* Except for Bat the barkeep, and Alex his ACSO,
+everyone was still almost a stranger.
+The lift opened to Deck 5, and J.C. wasted no time getting to his
+quarters. Once in, he quickly shed his uniform in record time, slamming
+it into the trash recycler. Once into more comfortable jeans and his
+favorite cardigan, J.C. fell into the overstuffed chair in the living
+area. Looking over at the nearby table, J.C. saw his comm badge and
+Starfleet ID in its case for off-duty use. He picked up his comm badge,
+turning it over in his hands several times.
+"Computer, access subspace mail. Send a message to Vice Admiral Azariah
+Nicholas CINCSILVER, and foreword copies to Captain Zane and Cmdr.
+Maril. Sirs; as of today, Stardate 80923, I, Ensign Justin Christopher
+Michael Allard hereby re.." the computer's error bleep sounded,
+interrupting J.C.
+"Warning, standard procedure involving recorded messages precludes
+sending new messages before pending new messages are read. This will
+avoid the.."...
+"Shut Up, computer! I know procedure. I didn't know I had incoming
+mail.", J.C. shouted to the computer's disembodied personality. "PLEASE
+display all new messages." Getting up from the comforts of his chair,
+the desk console came to life, displaying the headers of the two
+messages, one from his best friend at ALB, the other from his
+Grandmother stationed at Deep Space 5. He took a seat at the desk. It
+had been over two months since he had seen Grayen, and over a year since
+seeing his Grandmother.
+"Computer, display message from Ens. Karris first.", the computer
+responded instantly.
+<nowiki>======================================================================================</nowiki>
+SUBSPACE MESSAGE X32CTR35654-5
+CODED: LEVEL DELTA-2
+SD: 80919.1300
+TX: KARRIS, GRAYEN ENS. USS YORKTOWN
+RX: ALLARD, JUSTIN ENS. USS FEYNMAN
+RE: GREETINGS
+Hi JC! It has been a long time since we last communicated. So, how are
+things?
+We are now docked at SB Omega for repair after an exciting mission. The
+YORKTOWN would have been destroyed on several occasions if it isn't for
+the highly skilled and professional crew.
+I was injured during a perimeter defense. It would be a while before I
+can run again. :) I got your last letter, wow! What a coincidence, we're
+both injured.)
+And also to my dismay I had my first taste of blood. I had no choice, it
+was either me or them. The enemy kept coming at me and my mission was to
+defend the area so obviously I had to kill. But it was no satisfaction. It was
+like craving pieces of your life away. I could see in their eyes that they
+were as scared as I was. Even the thought of it now makes me feel sad.
+Anyway...
+Before my next mission begin my team and I are running tests on the
+weapon systems. A few days ago we have found out a neat way to increase the
+power of the photon charge by 1.2%. Details of which will be sent to your
+personal archive.
+Well, that's it for this time, hope to hear from you soon.
+Bye.<br>
+Gray<br>
+<nowiki>ENS. Grayen Karris, CSO-TAC USS YORKTOWN
+=====================================================================================</nowiki>
+J.C. thought about all of the death the FEYNMAN crew had witnessed
+over the mission's course. It really hadn't occurred to him, the
+pirates, the Nausicanns, the other starship. All those people, gone. He
+didn't have to remember their faces like Grayen did. *Different people
+deal with death...*
+"Computer, save message for reply later, display next message".
+<nowiki>=====================================================================================</nowiki>
+SUBSPACE MESSAGE X64CSB82117-7
+CODED: LEVEL DELTA-1
+SD: 80916.0950
+TX: ALLARD, ISABEL LTCDR. DEEP SPACE 5
+RX: ALLARD, JUSTIN ENS. USS FEYNMAN
+RE: Best of times
+Hello, Justin Dear. I apologize for not writing back to you for so
+long, but Captain Desjardins and myself have been swamped. The new XO,
+Cdr. Sanders, is a nice girl from Sarona VIII, has never been posted to
+a station. If that's not enough, my OPS. Department has been overrun!
+Shipping here in the Beta Quadrant has almost doubled in the last 3
+months. The Captain's put in several requests for more staff, but...
+technology has not done away with red tape, I fear. You would like
+both of them, Justin. By the way, your Grandfather sends his love. He's
+trying to open a small cafeteria on the commerce deck, in addition to
+the antique shop, which is always busy. Oh well, enough about life on
+DS5.
+Justin, the pride in our hearts for you is growing more every year.
+Everyone Tim meets, he brags about you being the CSO on the FEYNMAN and
+your brother Brandon being in his third year at M.C.U. I also brag, but
+not as forcefully as Tim does. Sometimes your Grandfather babbles on and
+on, like always. Some things never change.
+I received a letter from Kevin last week. He's doing great at
+Wilmington, and has some big news for you, too, but I won't spoil his
+surprise. He sends his love, and say Benjamin misses you, too. He goes
+to your room and whines some nights.
+I know you'll do fine on the FEYNMAN. I met VADM Nicholas years
+ago at a training seminar at SFHQ. In those days, he was a Captain and
+I was a LtJg. While I don't know your CO personally, I've heard good
+comments about him. Learn from him, Justin. Learn from anyone you can,
+both their successes and failures.
+You know you will always have our love, and spirits in your
+heart, and we wish the best for you, our 'youngest Admiral in the fleet'
+to-be. Take care, Justin, for you these are the Best of times, and the
+Worst of Times...
+Love,<br>
+Grandma<br>
+<nowiki>======================================================================================</nowiki>
+* How true, Grandma, how true* J.C. swallowed, hard. He wiped the
+dampness from his eye. "Computer, save this message also.". He stared at
+the screen for several minutes, before closing it and turning it off.
+Once changed into a clean, new uniform, J.C. looked into the mirror,
+making sure everything was academy-sharp. On his way out, J.C. stopped
+at the table where his ID and comm badge lay. He picked up the badge,
+holding it tightly for a few moments. * No, not yet,* he thought to
+himself. Pinning it onto his uniform, J.C. headed for the Security
+Office and the mounds of paperwork to finish once and for all.
+Submitted,<br>
+Mike Dailey<br>
+Splatter2@qtm.net<br>
+Ensign J.C. Allard SEC-TAC - USS FEYNMAN - SILVER FLEET<br>
+Lieutenant D'doj Zzawj Ckorji, MD - CMO - USS CONSTITUTION - INDIGO<br>
+FLEET
+<nowiki>********
+* NRPG *
+********</nowiki>
+Just a little character-info post. Everyone has to check their mail
+now and then.<G>
+OK, last on to EPSILON's best nightclub is a Denebian Slime Devil.
+Cheers!<br>
+Mike<br>