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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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