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<center><font style="font-size: 50px; font-stretch: expanded; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold; text-shadow: 4px 4px 4px black;">U.S.S. ''FEYNMAN'' NCC-66000<br> September 1996 Posts</font></center> | <center><font style="font-size: 50px; font-stretch: expanded; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold; text-shadow: 4px 4px 4px black;">U.S.S. ''FEYNMAN'' NCC-66000<br> September 1996 Posts</font></center> | ||
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<font style="font-size: large; font-stretch: expanded; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">TOTAL SEPTEMBER 1996 POSTS: | <font style="font-size: large; font-stretch: expanded; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">TOTAL SEPTEMBER 1996 POSTS: 61</font> | ||
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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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Where's Charlton Heston when you need him! | 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> | Respectfully,<br> |
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