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Sir Francis Drake, er, I mean Mike :P<br> | Sir Francis Drake, er, I mean Mike :P<br> | ||
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: All In A Day's Work</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Michael "Mike" Dailey 9-27-1996</h4> | |||
SD: 80927.2200<br> | |||
MD: -000001.00 (or something like that)<br> | |||
SCENE: Security Section, J.C.'s office.<br> | |||
Breathing a sigh of relief, J.C. hit the enter key, for the last time. | |||
Gripping the edge of the desk, he gave a slight push to send himself and | |||
his chair rolling away from the desk. Standing up, he stretched the | |||
muscles that had been inactive for the last five hours while he replied | |||
to his mail, reviewed 119 logs, 14 incident reports, 3 inventory reports | |||
from the armory, 9 crew evaluations, 4 crewmen put on report by their | |||
NCO's. Those he sent to Cdr. Maril, who would either deal with them, or | |||
send them to the Captain's Mast. At least ALL the paperwork in Security | |||
was 100% up to date. Now they were ready for the challenge of whatever | |||
mission VADM Nicholas would send them on. | |||
J.C. headed out of the office, passing the watch officer's desk, | |||
manned by PO3 Micah Hicks and Cadet Hensley. "Good night, gentlemen. You | |||
should have a...", but the CSO stopped, for the two were not watching | |||
the monitors and status boards, but a portable holo-vid unit on the side | |||
desk. As soon as he said something, they snapped around, stunned and | |||
mouths hanging open. | |||
"Attention on DECK!", J.C. raised his voice, not to a shout, but | |||
loud enough to make the point. He slowly moved around the desk. | |||
Hicks started to speak up, "Mr. Allard, we.." | |||
"Belay that, Hicks! You're at attention. Yes, we are docked. Yes, | |||
there's little chance anything will happen while we're here at EPSILON, | |||
but this post in manned for a reason, Mr. Hicks." J.C. slid down the top | |||
on the holo-vid unit, turning it off and closing it. | |||
"I know that, Sir.", said Hicks. Hensley, standing rigid, said nothing. | |||
"I'm not sure you do. Everyone from the Captain to the other security | |||
officers on patrol count on you to provide instant information in an | |||
emergency. You think we're safe, here at S.B.E. Well, anything could | |||
happen. Remember the Borg incident back in 2367. That could happen here, | |||
to. We're not exactly in home system. Anything could happen in space. | |||
And on a starship, anyone and everyone's lives could depend on anyone at | |||
any time." J.C. moved the holo-vid unit over, and sat on the edge of the | |||
desk. He turned to face Cadet Shane Hensley. | |||
"Cadet, I'm disappointed in you. But more so in you, Mr. Hicks. In any | |||
chain of command, the senior officer or NCO is ALWAYS responsible for | |||
the actions of those under his command. When they mess up, he messes up. | |||
And that person should definitely set a good example. At ease, you may | |||
speak." J.C. folded his arms. | |||
Hensley looked over to Micah Hicks. Hicks spoke up, "Sir, we were | |||
docked, it's almost ship's 'night', and we though viewing the holo-vid | |||
the Cadet had purchased at EPSILON wouldn't be of any harm. I had just | |||
logged the check-ins from all patrols, and checked in myself with the | |||
bridge." J.C. had seen a brief glimpse of the holo-vid before he had | |||
shut it off. He had not see anything that exotic since that weekend | |||
after graduation they guys spent on Risa. Cadet Hensley cleared his | |||
throat, and softly spoke up,"Sir. I'm sorry. I..." | |||
"I know what time it is, and I know your reasons, but that offers no | |||
excuse. Cadet, you're relieved for the rest of your shift. Rest up, | |||
tomorrow you'll be inventorying the armory, by yourself. I won't put | |||
anything in your record, as I said, Mr. Hicks was responsible for your | |||
actions. Consider this a learning experience, Shane. Dismissed." | |||
"Yes, Sir. I mean Aye, Sir." he fled out of the room. | |||
*Gosh, I didn't mean to terrorize the poor kid* J.C. turned to Micah. | |||
"And you, Micah. You've been on the FEYNMAN for 5 months. You should | |||
know the regs. by now, regardless if we're docked or not. You're on | |||
report. My compliments will go to Cdr. Maril, then it's up to him. | |||
Micah, I expect better from now on." | |||
"Aye, Sir. Again, I apologize". J.C. nodded, then left. Well, so much | |||
for a quiet night. | |||
~~SNIP~~ | |||
SCENE: Commerce Deck, S.B.E. | |||
After an overstuffed dinner of spicy chicken and rice, J.C. tried to | |||
walk the bloated feeling off. Around the corner, he came to one of the | |||
Holodeck centers. Number 3 was empty, and Justin had an interesting idea | |||
to try. "Computer, new program. Access all information on John Hawkins | |||
and Francis Drake from earth's 17th century. Two wooden frigates. Create | |||
crews on each, cross reference the FEYNMAN'S roster. I will command the | |||
British ship, Defiant. Use the security dept. roster as my crew as | |||
British Naval Officers. Use the FEYNMAN senior staff to crew the PIRATE | |||
ship. I'll need a Rapier as my weapon." J.C. smiled to himself. Ever | |||
since their 'covert' pirate mission, he'd been fascinated with 16th and | |||
17th century earth piracy. | |||
"Program ready, enter when ready.", droned the different voice of | |||
EPSILON'S computer. This was going to be fun. He approached the doors, | |||
they swooshed open. J.C. stopped. "Oh, also computer, make me an | |||
Admiral..." | |||
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> | |||
<nowiki>******** | |||
* NRPG * | |||
********</nowiki> | |||
Hmm.... See how KIND and UNDERSTANDING J.C. is when his people mess | |||
up. <G> Gosh, maybe he should double as assistant Counselor. <BG> | |||
Ready for the continuing voyages of the USS FEYNMAN. and so on... | |||
Cheers!<br> | |||
Mike (the pirate at heart)<br> | |||