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<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Searching</h3>
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Searching</h3>
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Lt. Cmdr Eskat Eskat USS HERMES<br>
Lt. Cmdr Eskat Eskat USS HERMES<br>
Lt James Cardiff USS SARATOGA<br>
Lt James Cardiff USS SARATOGA<br>
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">NRPG: USS FEYNMAN: Holidays</h3>
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Kristen Gant 9-27-1996</h4>
>Well, it could be an interesting experience..... Let's give it a try.<br>
>Donna, want to come too? I hear that Epsilon could use another coat of<br>
>paint (on second thoughts, that J.C.'s job, using a toothbrush if I recall),<br>
>so we'll just brighten up the Feynman. Do you think the Romulans would run<br>
>if they saw a bright red ship?<br>
Gee we shoulda done this while Andy was off-line. He might not let us now :)
Kristen<br>
<br>
<nowiki>------------------------------------</nowiki><br>
Kris & Scott Gant<br>
http://homepage.interaccess.com/~sgant/gant.htm<br>
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">NRPG: USS FEYNMAN: Holidays</h3>
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by
Andrew Catterick 9-27-1996</h4>
> Gee we shoulda done this while Andy was off-line. He might not let us now :)<br>
><br>
I just want you all to know that I'm reading up on the regs and
<nowiki>*punishments*</nowiki> of mutinous crew....some thing long and painful is probably
most appropriate!
Andy-->Thinking the pirate mission went to your heads
-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;">NRPG: USS FEYNMAN: Holidays</h3>
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Kristen Gant 9-27-1996</h4>
At 09:16 AM 9/27/96 -0400, Andy wrote:<br>
>><br>
>> Gee we shoulda done this while Andy was off-line. He might not let us now :)<br>
>><br>
> I just want you all to know that I'm reading up on the regs and<br>
>*punishments* of mutinious crew....some thing long and painful is probably<br>
>most appriorate!<br>
><br>
>Andy-->Thinking the pirate mission went to your heads<br>
Mutiny?? Us ?? Never Andy. We just wanna have a little fun :)
Kristen<br>
<nowiki>------------------------------------</nowiki><br>
Kris & Scott Gant<br>
http://homepage.interaccess.com/~sgant/gant.htm<br>
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">NRPG: USS FEYNMAN: Holidays</h3>
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Michael "Mike" Dailey 9-27-1996</h4>
Andy wrote:<br>
><br>
> > Gee we shoulda done this while Andy was off-line. He might not let us now :)<br>
> ><br>
> I just want you all to know that I'm reading up on the regs and<br>
> *punishments* of mutinous crew....some thing long and painful is probably<br>
> most appropriate!<br>
>
> Andy-->Thinking the pirate mission went to your heads
argh, argh, argh, Aye, matie. Thot it has. Now, where's me Rapier.
Cheers!<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.
<nowiki>*Gosh, I didn't mean to terrorize the poor kid*</nowiki> 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>
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Holosetup (The Meeting)</h3>
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Jason Bostjancic 9-27-1996</h4>
The holodeck project had kept Tarrant busy
during most of his free time. (At least that which
he spent between the Feynman and the Husnock ship.)
Cmdr. Zane had told him that it was his turn create the
setting for their next big meeting. Many ideas ran through
the CEO's mind as prospective locations... eventually
though he decided to stick with an Earth theme. After a
little research his choice was easily made.
"Computer.. run program Tarrant Alpha One"<br>
<Program is already in progress><br>
Tarrant was surprised. Who could be playing around with
his program. But all attempts at finding out were thwarted.
Finally he gave up and entered.
The 'public bath' was a fairly small structure, lit by torches.
White pillars, adorned with magnificent sculpted art, separated
assorted stalls where the command crew would change into the
appropriate garb. Entering one would automatically replicate the
outfit for the person. As an added touch he had the room
adorned with busts of the command crew.
"And now..." said Tarrant to nobody in particular as
he stepped into a stall, "the final test."
The small door behind him shut and made a particularly
unpleasant locking sound. The white robe and accessories
replicated themselves on a hook. But when Tarrant attempted
to figure out how the items were to be worn he found it was quite
a mystery, and would probably be so to his guests.
"Computer, provide a holographic image of each stall's current
occupant as they enter, approx 1/3 actual size, wearing garments
exact to those replicated."
The image of himself emerged wearing the outfit.
"Computer, have it rotate on a z-axis, 0.2 radians per second."
The image began turning, and gave a perfect view of how
the belt, toga, and headpiece were to be worn. Along with
the optional short sword.
As soon as the outfit was complete the door behind him
unlocked and opened, revealing brilliant sunlight.
As he walked out, Tarrant found himself surrounded by cheers
as thousands of people looked down at him from the colosseum's
seats. The 'theator' had no roof, as white pillars formed the circle
around which the seats were placed, allowing a great view of the
center oval which was primarily dirt.
A line of horses were lined up to the left with attachments behind them.
A pair walked up to his location, pulling what the computer had
called a chariot. As he was examining the rather dangerous
contraption a figure rose in the stands and quieted the masses.
Looking up, Tarrant tried to figure why they were so quiet. A
growl from a newly opened door signaled why. Two great tigers
emerged, blinded temporarily by the sunlight. They were absolutely
huge, over twice the size of a normal man. What's worse, Tarrant
hadn't programed them.
All faces were turned towards what was obviously the emperor's box.
As they waited the command.
"RIDE... or DIE!" shouted the figure in a particularly
familiar voice.
"Um.. computer? Are the holodeck safties..." he didn't finish.
One of the cats spotted Tarrant and began leaping toward him.
Causing the second to follow. Quickly, the CEO jumped on to the
chariot, grabbed the reins, and rushed off. The tigers were in close
pursuit, and the crowd cheered..
Twice around the circle he went before yet another door opened.
Tarrant barely maneuvered the chariot into the right direction
as the tigers lept around him, always barely missing. He had just
entered when the stone mass slammed shut, barely stopping the
great cats.
"Welcome Citizen Koreth." The greeting was echoed in
unison by a woman and man who both seemed to be wearing
'smaller' versions of his toga. "Congratulations on your win."
Tarrant finally caught his breath, as a voice started laughing
uncontrollably from further in the chamber.
"Win? That's not what I call it, it was luck!" Said Bat between
chuckles as he emerged. "Computer.. Lights, 80%"
"You.. how did... nevermind." The CEO knew the old bartender
was good, but was surprised that he was already there.
The same white pillar setting made up the room, with
a huge stone table and chairs in the center. In fact, Bat had
already set up his buffet with some rather unusual items. One
of which he picked up and handed to Tarrant,
"It's a gyro, Mr. Koreth. It was the best I could do on Greek
cuisine on such short notice." he motioned to a flight of
steps which Tarrant hadn't included originally. "I made a few
little additions."
Tarrant followed the old bartender up and found himself in
a private box in the stands. The view was perfect. And in
the same location as the voice from earlier.
"Oh, and as far as the computer knows, I am the
emperor," Bat smirked then shouted, "RIDE.. or DIE!"
<NRPG>
A little different than our usual, a little more 'interactive'.
Remember, your CEO will make sure that the crew will
have little chance to just voice edit the scenario..
(Then again Zane does have over-ride access ;) )
The safeties *are* on. And the two 'receptionists'
will take those who make it to Bat's private box
where all can wait and watch <G>
Have fun.<br>
Respectfully,<br>
Jason<br>
Commander Tirrin Vorak - XO - USS CAESAR AUGUSTUS<br>
Lieutenant Tarrant L. Koreth - CEO - USS FEYNMAN<br>
Potest esse nur unus<br>
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Dragon-Bait</h3>
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Kristen Gant 9-28-1996</h4>
Stardate: 80928.0017<br>
Scene: Krysa's Holodeck Program<br>
>Thirty minutes later the now happy bartender was waist deep in water<br>
>and concentrating on a small school of fish. It wasn't until the<br>
>dark shadow past over him and began to hover that he realized<br>
>something was wrong. Bat had always been a voracious reader and<br>
>while science fiction was his genre of choice he had read enough<br>
>fantasy to know a dragon when he saw it, especially one that was<br>
>about to spew flames. With not even a second to spare the<br>
>ex-security officer and soon to be tasty morsel dropped to the river<br>
>bed and pushed off with all his might. There could only be one<br>
>culprit and as he broke the surface and gasped for air he screamed<br>
>one word. "Krysa!!"<br>
The dragon, who had been licking his lips at the juicy tidbit in
front of him stopped at the sound of the human's voice. <nowiki><What did you
say?></nowiki>
Bat froze, "Help! I hear you .. Where are you? Why don't you come out
and help me?"
The dragon splashed down in the water beside the confused man
splashing water on the shore soaking the dry sandy bank. <nowiki><I am out.
Who are you?></nowiki>
Bat looked at the Midnight blue dragon eyeing him. "Are <nowiki>*you*</nowiki> talking
to *me*?"
<nowiki><Do you see anyone else around?></nowiki>
Bat was tempted to look around then thought better of it not wanting
to take his eye of the dragon who could probably swallow him whole.
"I guess not. I thought you were going to eat me."
<nowiki><I was.></nowiki> said the dragon matter-of-factly. Bat swallowed hard almost
afraid to ask why the dragon had suddenly changed his mind. <nowiki><But I
thought I heard you call a name. Did you?></nowiki>
"Well, yes I did. I called out 'Krysa'."
<nowiki><Do you know her?></nowiki>
"I .." Bat paused wondering if knowing Krysa was a good thing or not
from them dragon's point of view. "I did. I was just out doing some
fishing to relax and .."
<nowiki><Hrmph! I suppose if you are a friend of Krysa's I shouldn't eat
you.></nowiki>
"Oh, I am definitely a friend." Bat said quickly agreeing that the
dragon shouldn't eat him.
<nowiki><Very well, I won't eat you this time. But you human's have got to
learn to stay where it's safe or you may very well get eaten. Some
dragon's wouldn't care that you were a friend of Makayla's pet.></nowiki> With
that the large dragon launched himself into the air, leaving Bat to
contemplate his words.
****
Onta and Krysa were heading toward their respective dragon's when the
computer voice chimed. <nowiki><All senior staff to the Observation Lounge.></nowiki>
Krysa sighed, "And I was just beginning to enjoy this."
Onta chuckled. "Duty calls."
Nodding, Krysa said, "Computer, save program and end."
<nowiki><Program saved. Are you sure you wish to end the program?></nowiki>
"Yes."
The landscape vanished, replaced by the black and yellow grid of the
holodeck. Krysa and Onta turned and their eyes widened in surprise to
see a dripping wet Bat standing looking foul-tempered.
"Bat? What are you doing here?" Krysa asked.
"I was going to do a bit of fishing. But it turned out the bait was
me! Dragon-bait!!"
Krysa chuckled. "Don't worry, Bat, all the safeties are on. You
wouldn't have been hurt."
Bat hrmphed. "I just wanted a little quiet fishing to relax."
"Well you picked the wrong holodeck, my friend," said Krysa, her eyes
lit with the humor of the situation. She finally couldn't stop
herself and the laughter came bubbling out of her. Soon Onta was
laughing along and within a short time, even the soaked Bat couldn't
help himself.
Regards,<br>
Lt. Krysa Jenn<br>
<nowiki>****</nowiki>
NRPG: Well that was fun :}<br>
Kristen<br>
--<br>
Kristen & Scott Gant<br>
http://homepage/interaccess.com/~sgant/scott.htm<br>
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: The Beginning</h3>
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by
Andrew Catterick 9-28-1996</h4>
SD: 80927.2359<br>
Scene: Bridge<br>
Exiting the turbolift Zane strode across the bridge. The OD,
noticing the Captain quickly stood. "Captain on the bridge!"
"As you were." Zane replied successfully keeping a straight face.
First time ODs were always good for his ego. The Captain was not one to
overdo some of the military traditions such as this one but it was nice,
once and awhile. "Report."
"Sir. We are currently secure in spacedock, all
systems online, all systems green."
"Crew status?" Zane asked glancing over the PADD the young Ensign
had handed him.
"We are at standby 24. 93% of FEYNMAN's complement are on the
ship. Shall I recall the rest sir?"
"Affirmative. We sail in four hours. I'll be in my ready-room."
"Aye aye sir." Huret replied before quickly turning and issuing
orders to the TAC station officer.
"Computer ship wide." Zane said as he entered into his
ready-room. A simple chime acknowledged the order. "Attention all hands
this is the Captain. Our orders have us shipping out almost immediately.
I hate to have to cut your well deserved leave but I know I can count on
all of you to perform your duties to the best of your abilities. All
senior staff report to holodeck 3 in 2 hours for prelaunch briefing.
Zane out."
Settling down into his chair he hit his commbadge. "Zane to
Koreth."
"Koreth here. Holodeck briefing?"
"Yes Lieutenent. I'm sorry to limit your set up but we are
rather pressed for time."
"No problem sir. It's ready to go."
"Excellent. I look forward to it. Zane out."
Turning to his computer he began to call up all the information he
could on the region the FEYNMAN would soon be dashing towards.
<<<NRPG>>>
6 hours of inlaws equals headache and bedtime!
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: Damsel In Distress</h3>
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Kristen Gant 9-29-1996</h4>
Stardate: 80929.1429<br>
Scene: Holodeck three<br>
Krysa entered the Holodeck carefully. She'd been through enough of
these holodeck briefings now to know how dangerous they could be.
She found herself in a Roman Bath with several stalls, which Krysa
knew were for changing. She stepped into one and was immediately
confronted with a rectangle of dark burgundy woven light-weight wool,
measuring about six feet in width. Krysa had no idea what to do with
this, and stood looking at it for a moment.
She noticed the holographic image rotating above her head, but was
still a bit confused as to how to make the material hanging in front
of her look like the holographic image above her.
"Computer, could you create someone to help me with this, please."
A holographic figure appeared, wrapped in a similar piece of
material, though hers was an off-white color. "Would you like some
assistance?"
Krysa grinned, "Yes, please."
After undressing, Krysa allowed the holographic costumer to begin
wrapping the material as it should be done. The holographic woman,
started by wrapping the fabric around Krysa with the excess material
folded over the top. She then pinned both shoulders, with large
decorative brooches and allowed the excess material to fall free,
giving the impression of a short cape.
The costume was remarkably comfortable and Krysa spun as she looked
in the mirror, admiring the reflection as the fabric moved gracefully
with her. "They sure knew how do dress, didn't they," She whispered
to herself, with a grin.
The holographic dresser handed her a comb which matched the brooches
on her shoulders and helped her to sweep her dark hair up leaving
soft ringlets hanging on her forehead and the sides of her face.
****
Bat, who was standing still laughing with Lt. Koreth, was approached
by a holographic slave, who whispered something in his ear.
"Oh good," he grinned. "If you'll excuse me, I have a special
surprise."
Koreth and the others looked at him in confusion the turned to watch
toward the door far below their box, to see what surprise Bat had in
store for them.
***
Krysa stepped out of the dressing room and into the bright sunshine,
which surprised her since she was expecting to end up back in the
bath. As she took a step forward there were cheers. Krysa put her
hand above her eyes to block the sun a bit so she could see the
crowd in the seats around her.
Krysa heard a sound behind her and turned to see an ornate chariot
pull up beside her, with a familiar looking emperor driving it. "Your
chariot, m'lady." said Bat as he
reached out his hand to her.
She looked at him warily, "I don't know, Bat. Depends on how mad you
are about the dragon."
"Me? Angry? I could never be angry at you, my dear," he said with a
grin.
Krysa sighed and took his hand, "I guess I haven't much choice."
Bat merely looked at her, not giving her a clue one way or the other
what he had in mind. She stepped onto the chariot and the crowd
roared louder. Bat drove the chariot at a leisurely pace once around
the coliseum Then pulled up to the center where there were two Guards
dressed in Armor who reached out and pulled Krysa off the chariot.
"Bat!" she squealed.
"Nothing personal, Krysa." He said with a grin. "But it appears that
this game needed a damsel in distress."
"What is going on?" she cried.
"Well, you see, whoever is the next officer out of that door, will
have to save you."
"Save me? From what?"
Bat motioned behind her and she looked to see to incredibly huge
tigers in an iron cage. Each licking his lips. Krysa's eyes widened
and her jaw dropped. She struggled a bit as the two guards pulled her
to a tall post tying her tightly to it.
"Bat!!" she screamed again, as the two guards hopped on the chariot
with Bat and he pulled away leaving her tied to a post facing two
drooling, extremely large toothed tigers. She held her breath as the
door opened revealing the next officer. Her eyes were drawn from the
door to the tigers cage where the iron gate was swinging open.
"BAT!!" She screamed again.
Regards,<br>
Lt. Krysa Jenn.<br>
<nowiki>****</nowiki><br>
NRPG: Okay guys. Here's your chance to get rid of Krysa if you are
really that scared of her :} I guess, Koreth, Meleah, and JC are all
in Bat's box. So that leaves them out of being able to save her. So
. who's next :}
Kristen<br>
--<br>
Kristen & Scott Gant<br>
http://homepage/interaccess.com/~sgant/scott.htm<br>
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Briefing. (Part I)</h3>
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by
Andrew Catterick 9-29-1996</h4>
SD: 80929.1300
MD: 1.1400
Scene: Holodeck 3
Zane entered into the holodeck with great anticipation. As usual
the promise of another mission had his adrenalin flowing, moreso now
as he headed for the pre-lift meeting. But even more than that he looked
forward to finding out what was behind these doors. The holodeck
briefings were one of the things he loved most about this ship. What
would Tarrant have created? The Klingon Council Chamber? Something
Husnock in origin? The doors parted and he found, once again, he was not
dissappointed. He took a few moments to look around the room admiringly.
It was definitly ancient Earth, one of the mediterrean cultures. Roman or
Greek he was not sure. One had 'borrowed' much from the other so at this
point, for Zane anyways, it was hard to tell. Looking over longingly at
the baths he realized this was a telltale clue but the answer still
escaped him. No matter. He was not here on a archeological survey he was
here to conduct a meeting and if he didn't hurray up he'd be late.
Spying a large bust that looked suspiciously like himself he
strode down towards it and entered the small cubicle behind it.
Immediately a holographic image of him appeared modelling the garb that
was hanging in the room. It didn't look very flattering. "Computer
display other clothing options of this time period." Several different
'costumes' quickly cycled through Zane's smaller image. "There!" He said
suddenly. "Change clothing to that one."
His change complete and the small cubicle behind him the captain
strode out of the dark room into the sunlight and growing noise ahead of
him. In seconds he was standing on a display platform overlooking a
large stone coliseaum. As the sunlight reflected off his bronze
breastplate and short sword dangling at his side the crowd took note of
him and began to cheer again. It was a few moments before he could
understand what it was they shrieked. "RIDE OR DIE!.....RIDE OR DIE!"
Looking down onto the surface he noted the chariots pointed towards the
other side of the coliseum. It seemed that the officers who had proceeded
him had left a great deal of carnage behind them including a lion with a
sword stuck between its eyes. He winced at the sight feeling a momentary
twinge of dismay for the holographic cat.
Colliseum. Lions. It all finally clicked together. This was
Rome! A quick scan of the crowds confirmed his realization as he found
the emporer's box. There was something about him that was familiar but at
this distance he was unable to decipher just what it was. Before he could
come to any decision the crowd's mood began to change and he realized they
were booing him. Seconds later two very large soldiers wearing the same
clothing as him approached. One of them gestured towards the chariots
while the other drew his sword. It was obvious they would brook no
argument. *This must be the die part of the equation.* Zane thought as
he smiled pleasantly at the approaching neandrathal guards who had now
both drawn their swords. The crowds jeers had become even louder. Not
one to be booed or face two Roman centurions Zane quickly climbed down the
steps towards the chariots. Instantly the crowd was cheering again.
Climbing aboard the chariot he too the reins in his hands and gave
the chariot a quick once over. He had never ridden (driven?) anything
like this before and while he was a little nervous he was more excited.
Simultaneouly the crowd became uncharacteristically quiet and the horses
began to fidget and neigh nervously. Before Zane could decide what had
caused this reaction the horses bolted and Zane found himself face
down in the dirt being dragged along the track. The crowd went wild!
Dragged along the dirt track flaying wildly from side to
side made the captain think of one thing, *Thank-God I changed into that
breastplate!* By now the toga would have been ripped to shreds and his
skin would have quickly followed. Using every last ounce of his strength
he slowly pulled himself up on to the chariot and regained control. But
by now the cause of the horse's inital spook was clear. Some maniac had
let lions into the ring. As he deftly ducked under a lunge from the
biggest cat he had ever seen he moved to direct the horses towards the
newly open gate. The crowd's chant of ride or die becoming all to clear.
With scant seconds to spare the porticullis dropped behind him as he
reached the safety of the other side. Quite pleased with himself Zane
handed the reins to a nearby holographic guard who seemed quite bored with
the entire escapade. It would have been more interesting if the rider
had fallen and the lions had got him. Saying nothing he pointed towards
some stairs and Zane headed off.
A blast of trumpets announced his arrival and the two centurions
at the entrance way slapped a fist against their breastplates in salute.
Zane returned the gesture glad that the ordeal over. Spying the main
body of FEYNMAN officers over by what appeared to be the buffet table he
moved to join them. "Ahh Mr. Koreth an excellent holo! Most
exhilerating."
"Thank you Captain. I'd thought you'd enjoy it. You should
probably pay your respects to the emporer. Apparently I was very literal
in my programming and the centurian's get a little antsy about things like
that."
"My pleasure. Keeps it all in character." He turned and headed
toward the box where the Emporer was still watching the games.
Stopping at a respectful distance he waited while he was
announced. An uncaring wave and he approached.
"Quite a ride General. I was most surprised."
Rising from his bow Zane spoke. "Thank you your....Oh God!!
Emporer Bat? Now I've seen everything."
The bartender turned emporer waved down an approaching guard who
had been ready to cut down the fool who would be disrespectful to his
emporer.
"Careful general. My boys here are very loyal and we haven't had a
good killing all day." He tilted his head and allowed the slave girl to
feed him some grapes. "Quite a holoprogram isn't it? I think I'll head
back here when I get sometime. Your dressed for the part, wanna invade
Gaul? Oh by the way its Bat the First: Conquerer of the World."
Zane rolled his eyes. "Even you could come up with a better title
that that one. Of course Bat the First, Dragonslayer probably wouldn't
work either."
"Your second officer has a big mouth!" The emporer fumed.
"Not really. She just likes to share a good joke."
"Well this time I got the last laugh." He replied smugly.
"Meaning?"
"I'll let her fill you in on that."
<<<NRPG>>>
Where's Charlton Heston when you need him!
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: Watching the Field</h3>
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Kristen Gant 9-30-1996</h4>
Stardate: 80930.1436<br>
Scene: Holodeck Briefing<br>
As Jerran stopped the chariot in front of the VIP boxes, both
officers hopped out and went to take their places next to Meleah and
Allard. Krysa gave Bat an evil look as she passed by him sitting in
his "Emperor's" throne laughing his head off.
"I only hope the food makes up for this," Krysa said loud enough for
their esteemed emperor to hear, "Otherwise there may have to be more
pay back." She moved to the buffet table, always more then eager to
see what wonderful treats Bat had in store for them.
Bat continued to laugh merrily.
There was a trumpet sounding and Krysa and Terri headed to stand at
the balcony with Meleah and Allard to watch the next officer. It
turned out to be the captain. The crowd was booing and the senior
officers watching from the stands booed along with them until Zane
stepped into his chariot.
As the crowd watched the antics on the field, Krysa munched happily
on wedges of pita bread dipped in Tzatziki, a delightful paste of
cucumbers and garlic. As she was moving on to the antipasti bar, Zane
had made it through the course and was paying his respects to
'Emperor Bat'. He moved toward the buffet table and stood next to
the woman.
Krysa looked up at him. "I like your breast plate," she said with a
giggle.
Zane looked down at his beaten and battered breast plate, "Yes, it
did take a beating." He looked at her, "You appeared to have come
through unscathed."
"HA!" said Krysa, "No thanks to that Bartender turned emperor over
there."
Zane grinned, "I heard he had the last laugh."
Krysa chuckled, "Maybe, but this is far from over, I promise you."
"Doctor! The chariot!" someone yelled over the crowd. Krysa and Zane
both grinned and moved over to watch Glin'kharr ride in.
They all cheered as the Doctor made an ungraceful entrance. But
Glin'kharr looked quite happy, "Nnnng, a fine way to build an
appetite!" he declared, adjusting glasses twisted in the fray.
"Where's the food?"
Krysa waved at him, "Over here. You've got to try this Tzatziki." She
winked at Bat, "Though it could definitely use more garlic!"
Regards,<br>
Lt. Krysa Jenn.<br>
<nowiki>****</nowiki><br>
NRPG: I was bored, so I figured you could use a little more Krysa :}
Kristen<br>
--<br>
Kristen & Scott Gant<br>
http://homepage/interaccess.com/~sgant/scott.htm<br>
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Briefing. (Part II)</h3>
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by
Andrew Catterick 9-30-1996</h4>
SD: 80930.2200<br>
MD: 1.1430<br>
Scene: Roman Senate Chamber, Holodeck 3<br>
With everyone having arrived as well as been given ample
opportunity to raid the buffet it was time to start the meeting. A
quick nod to Onta and the Tamarian took his seat thus signaling to the
others the meeting was about to commence. Zane turned towards the
bartender turned emporer and with a smile jerked a thumb towards the exit.
Bat wearing an impish grin replied by way of a not so imperial salute and
then had his minions carry him on his chair towards the arch.
Sitting down at the meeting table Zane glanced down at the PADD in
front of him. He had read its contents several times and was still unable
to decide how best to inform his officers. Picking it up in his right
hand he began to read:
> <To: All Starship Commanders, Silver Fleet. From: StarFleet Command, Silver Fleet Operations.><br>
><br>
> The USS TESLA has been reported destroyed by a soliton wave while in orbit<br>
> near the Coalsack region. rescue ships have been dispatched by both SILVER<br>
> and RED. Initial reports put the casualties in excess of 80%. The Tesla<br>
> was on a mercy mission and died upholding the highest ideals of the fleet.<br>
Setting the PADD back down he waited for a few moments and then
broke the silence. "That news is almost 24 hours old. The last report
estimated the casulty rate as considerably higher."
"Are we going after her sir?"
"No lieutenant, FEYNMAN has her own mission. But in a way we've
done our part. With the recent...'misfortunes', Task Force EPSILON is
unable to spare any starships but a solution has been found. As some of
you know," Zane nodded to Maril, Glin'kharr and Koreth, "a detachment of
FEYNMAN crew has been temporarily transferred to EPSILON by the admiral.
He has given them orders to take the Husnock ship and render assistance to
the TESLA survivors. If we hadn't brought her back I don't know what they
would have done."
The assembled officers sat in silence. Not only was this the
third SILVER ship destroyed in almost as many weeks it was another FEYNMAN
class vessel, the second of the original four to be destroyed. This fact
coupled with the experiences of their last two missions was all that was
needed to show just how frail these ships really were.
"Do you think those paper-pushers back at fleet might get it
through their heads this time that these ships need an upgrade or two."
One of the officers asked a little bitterly.
The first officer diplomatically moved the subject along. "The
loss of the TESLA cuts TFE in half." He let the implied question hang.
Zane nodded. "For a few weeks at least. There is a STORM thats
apparently earmarked for SILVER. I imagine it'll get an urgent stamp and
sent out here quick. The good news is that REGENT's crew, command crew
especially, had a much higher survival rate than initially thought. The
STORM will probably be given to Fife and co and she'll certainly make a
nice replacement for the DIOGENES CL." He shuddered involuntarily at the
image of the class in his mind. It was a capable class of ship but the
designers must have been really hungover the morning they lay down her
hull. "That still leaves TFE down 40% and I imagine Admiral Nicholas
won't rest until we're back up to full strength. How soon will we get
replacements? Thats up to Admirals Lee and Crowell and of course the Red
Tape Brigade. With all the recent cutbacks I wouldn't hold my breath
though. Personally, I think at least one of the cruisers will get
upgraded to a heavy and to be honest if things keep progressing the way
they are out here I hope they give some serious thought to tossing a few
upgrades our way as well. Of course if SFE has an ENDEAVOUR sitting
around...." His voice trailed off as his thoughts briefly wandered
Onta smiled at his friend's well known dreams for the future and a
few chuckled. The captain sighed. It was time to move on. "Admiral
Nicholas asked me to pass on his compliments to each of you and to your
departments for our last mission. Not only did we surpass our objectives
we managed to cripple if not totally dismantle the Grey's. One annoying
point though was passed along to me this morning. SILVER intel has
finished their inital debrief of the prisoners and they have confirmed
that Captain Tremaine was indeed one of the occupants of the runabout that
escaped into the sack during the battle. While his powerbase is certainly
destroyed I must confess to a certain degree of frustration that he is
most likely giving any and all information about Starfleet to those
vermin. There will be a reckoning!" Several heads nodded in agreement.
"Well then," Zane said standing with Commander Maril moving
to join him. "its time we get on with things." He clapped his hands
together quickly with a playful smile. Instantly the two large doors at
the end of the room swung open and a procession of centurions in full
battle armour entered the room to the beat of a drum. As the troop came
to a halt Maril turned to face the group of Starfleet officers.
"Lieutenant junior grade Glin'kharr. Ensign Allard. Front and CENTER!"
He shouted out in his best drill sargent voice."
Both officers quickly rose and came to attention in front of the
honour guard. The captain of the guard strode over to Zane and presented
a purple pillow. On top of the pillow were two small black boxes with the
Starfleet insignia emblazoned on each. Zane picked up the closest one and
opened it to reveal a hollow pip. "Ensign Justin Christopher Allard as of
this date you are hereby promoted to the rank of lieutenant junior grade
with all the rights and privelges therein." Zane pinned the pip on to
Allard's toga and then stepped back and extended a hand. "Congratulations
Lieutenant junior grade Allard."
"Thank-you sir." The CSO beamed.
Moving along the line Zane reached for the second box.
"Lieutenant junior grade Glin'kharr as of this date you are hearby
promoted to the rank of full lieutenant with all the rights and privelges
therin." The doctor's hollow pip was removed and replaced with the new
one. "Congratulations Lieutenant Glin'kharr."
"Thank-you captian." Glin'kharr replied a little more relaxed but
just as proudly as Allard.
"Commander." Zane said turning to Maril. The first officer
quickly congratulated each officer and then turned to face the honour
guard. "Troop! PREsent ARMS!" As one, each centurion gave the imperial
salute to the two newly promoted officers.
"Thank-you commander." Zane said after a few seconds. He'd
decided he'd best let the two sit down before Glin'kharr became too
embarrassed and snarled at someone. "Dismiss the men."
"Aye sir." Maril replied, "Troop! DisMISSED!" Instantly the
honour guard spun on its heel and exited the way they had come in. The
four officers returned to the meeting table and Zane gave the other
officers some time to congratulate their comrades.
A few minutes later the group had settled down and Zane waded into
the heart of the briefing. "The admiral has given us priority orders and
we lift at 16:00. Simply put we are to head out to the SERAPIS's final
resting place at maximum warp and investigate her demise."
"How much do we know of what happened?" Maril asked.
"Very little." He pressed a button on the console in front of him
and sections of the table in front of each officer slid away to reveal a
monitor. The Federation emblem disappeared to be replaced by the calm and
controled bridge of a SOLAR class cruiser. The scene played itself out
shockingly fast. The SERAPIS was there and then it was not. "Besides
this video we have the statements of the few that survived...unfortunately
they really didn't have anything to add. The rescue ships were not
equipped to do a full investigate so we're it."
"Captain if a SOLAR couldn't stand up...."
Zane cut in. "The admiral was very clear on this following point
and I want to be just as clear. This is an investigation mission. We are
going to try and find out who attacked and why and if possible where they
came from. We are not going to take on that ship. The second we even get
a sniff of her we're gone. SILVER can't afford to lose another ship
and I have no intention of dying."
It was clear most of the assembled officers were not thrilled with
the idea of turning tail. Neither was there captain. But not he nor any
of the others were foolish enough to even entertain the thought that they
would stand a chance against that marauder. But if they could find it
something eventually could be done.
Allard looked up from his PADD. "Thats way out in the boonies
sir. What was SERAPIS up to?"
"Your right Mr. Allard. That section of space is a good ways past
the Federation border in this section and up until a few months ago we new
absolutly nothing about this region of space. Not that we now know very
much more. SERAPIS had been sent out to follow up on a rather strange
first contact."
A press of a button and each screen presented the emotionless face
of a human male in his mid twenties. It was clear he was human but on
closer inspection one might have his doubts. It was hard to pinpoint
exactly what was different but something, whether in the eyes or the way
he held himself announced his 'uniqueness.'
"He wasn't raised by humans." Glin'kharr said.
"This is Martin Ross," Zane continued, "23 years ago, when he was
4 years old he was on a transport ship with his family heading toward the
Steele VI colony. The ship hit some sort of subspace anamoly and was
thrown thousands of parsecs and wound up in the middle of this sector of
space. Not surprisingly it was a rough transit and only a few survived.
Six months ago. Mr. Ross arrived at EPSILON aboard an alien ship. He
presented himself to Admiral Nicholas as an emissary of the race that
found him and nursed him back to health. This race, the Issahi, homeworld
Issah, have decided to make contact with us and expressed an interest in
possible diplomatic relations."
"Possible?" Maril asked.
"To be honest, from what the admiral told me, it was a very
strange visit. Ross showed up out of the blue presented the admiral with
a pure dilithium sword," Several eyebrows around the table rose, "told
him he represented a race of suarian's known as the Issahi and that they
were interested in learning about the Federation. Then before he
really gave any satisfactory answers to a number of questions he left.
The end."
"Could these Issahi be responsible for the SERAPIS?" Allard
asked.
"Unknown." Zane replied. "But being that it happened near their
border isn't exactly evidence against."
"Or evidence for." Jenn added. "Do we know anything else about
this area of space? Do the Issahi have any neighbours?"
Zane raised his hands and shrugged. "On just about every question
we draw a blank. Thats why SERAPIS was sent out there. To get some
answers and to see if we had new friends. It seems we may not."
"Are we taking up her mission?"
"Yes and No. Our primary concern is a complete forensic
investiagation into the SERAPIS' destruction. The results will dictate
where we go from there. But yes, barring any unforseen consequences or
clearly damning evidence it is likely that we will pickup where SERAPIS
left off."
"A dilithium sword." Ensign Lee said. "Thats a very powerful
symbol."
"I agree." Koreth replied. "It may not bode well."
"Perhaps, but the fact that they presented it to the admiral may
be a good sign. Many races in their infantcy often presented weapons to
other nations as a show of good faith. This may be the equivelent."
Meleah replied
Koreth didn't seem convinced. From here a lively discussion
ensued.
<<<NRPG>>>
The Issahi are *not* responsible for the SERAPIS' destruction. But of
course we don't know that....they may or may not know who is.
Ok thats the gist of it...you know the drill, departmental
reports...comments and questions on the mission etc.
The Communique that Zane read was 'lifted' from a post written by Mike
Dawe.
A more detailed NRPG to follow
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>
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