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<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Maril Finally Arrives</h3> | <h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Maril Finally Arrives</h3> | ||
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Kristen & Scott Gant<br> | Kristen & Scott Gant<br> | ||
http://homepage/interaccess.com/~sgant/scott.htm<br> | http://homepage/interaccess.com/~sgant/scott.htm<br> | ||
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: An Akward Situation</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by | |||
Andrew Catterick 10-7-1996</h4> | |||
SD: 81007.2000<br> | |||
MD: 1.2345<br> | |||
Scene:Ready-room<br> | |||
> As their eyes met, his feelings for her could no longer be hidden. She was<br> | |||
> now able to see why Dee had effected him so much and the power she had held<br> | |||
> over him. Neither of them able to break the gaze that held them, Krysa was<br> | |||
> also able to see his anxiety that she'd find out and his equally strong<br> | |||
> misery that she never would.<br> | |||
><br> | |||
> "Oh .." Krysa whispered. Her own emotions in turmoil. She'd come to<br> | |||
> confront him on something she saw as an injustice only to be faced with<br> | |||
> something she hadn't expected.<br> | |||
><br> | |||
> "Krysa, I .." he began.<br> | |||
><br> | |||
> Krysa was finally able to pull her eyes away and she stood quickly, "I'm<br> | |||
> sorry, I shouldn't have pushed. I mean, you had your reasons .. I should<br> | |||
> have respected that .."<br> | |||
Zane felt like he was floundering as he watched the emotions play | |||
across her face. "You did what you thought was right...what <nowiki>*was*</nowiki> right. | |||
You thought something was wrong with me and you called me on it. I should | |||
have handled it better. I should have..." His voice trailed off as the | |||
enormity of the situation hit him. From here on things could never be the | |||
same. No matter what happened, what was said, what wasn't, this moment, | |||
when he foolishly let his guard down would forever be a turning point | |||
between them. But where would it lead? | |||
"No I pushed and it was obvious you didn't want to talk about it | |||
and I just kept on going." She looked as confused as Zane felt and he | |||
desired nothing more than to reach out to her. | |||
"Please sit down." He said. "I'm sorry. I hadn't meant for | |||
it....well now you know why getting rid of Dee was so important." He | |||
shrugged in resignation. <nowiki>*Now what do you do?*</nowiki> He thought to himself. | |||
"How long?" She asked. | |||
The Captain leaned back in his chair and thought back. "I don't | |||
know exactly...before Kavan came on the scene." As soon as he said it he | |||
regretted it. But Kyrsa seemed to let it pass for now as her mind grasped | |||
on to another thought. "When they all came aboard!" She exclaimed as her | |||
mind raced. "I knew you weren't yourself I even talked to Bat about it | |||
and he agreed you seemed a little out of sorts." | |||
Zane nodded. "Up until then I figured any relationship we might | |||
have had would develop or wouldn't," He smiled slyly, "I was betting on | |||
would. But then suddenly your not only engaged but getting married! I | |||
couldn't change how I felt so I decided the only thing I could do was try | |||
to forget and move on. I couldn't forget. But at least I knew you were | |||
happy." | |||
"Captain I just don't know what to say." | |||
"Its very akward isn't it?" | |||
"Yes!" She replied, glad he had said it first. | |||
"Being my stoic self," he began with a smile, "I was all set to | |||
remain silent and I can continue to do so. But we can't ignore the fact | |||
that this is now out in the open between us. How we proceed | |||
from here," He shrugged, " I don't know. Unfortunately you get most | |||
of the shock and what that means is that, for the most part, the ball is | |||
now squarely in your court. You know how I feel and I don't expect | |||
anything of you save that you do what's best for you. But no matter what | |||
happens we both have a duty to this ship and her crew. We're Starfleet | |||
officers and can be nothing less no matter what our personal situation. | |||
If that ever changes then..." | |||
"...one of us will need a transfer." She finshed for him. | |||
He nodded. | |||
"Well this Starfleet officer better get some sleep or she won't be | |||
up to her normal self." She rose and Zane followed suit. "Good night | |||
Captain." | |||
"Good night Krysa." Zane watched as the doors closed behind her | |||
before he looked up at the ceiling. "Well that was fun." | |||
Respectfully,<br> | |||
Andy<br> | |||
-Captain 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: The Battlefield of the Mind</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Max Felsher 10-8-1996</h4> | |||
Whan that Aprille with his shoures sote /<br> | |||
The droghte of Marche hath perced to the rote /<br> | |||
And bathed every veyne in swich licour /<br> | |||
Of which vertu is engendered is the flour<br> | |||
SD 81008.0130(GMT)<br> | |||
MD 2.0100<br> | |||
Lt. Commander Maril's Quarters<br> | |||
Maril was sitting in an armchair in his | |||
quarters, seemingly peaceful, | |||
but in reality his mind was being used as a great | |||
battlefield. Good against evil, | |||
his mind against the thing out there. | |||
When the entity had first struck, Maril had | |||
not been ready for it and no | |||
resistance to the thing's suggestions had been | |||
made. But slowly his mind had | |||
realized what was happening and was fighting back. | |||
Of course Captain Zane wasn't the probelm. | |||
He had saved the crew | |||
many times....but no, he was the one which was | |||
causing the problems, he was | |||
the reason why Maril couldn't command....what was | |||
he thinking? he would | |||
never revolt against the Captain....but the | |||
Captain was stopping him...what | |||
was the matter with him? this thing was taking | |||
control. If he let it spread, he | |||
would be a valuable tool for whatever was out | |||
there. He had to stop it.... | |||
Sickbay | |||
Maril stepped forward into Sickbay feeling | |||
very weak. He was | |||
spending all his energy fighting the thing, and he | |||
could hardly walk. "Doctor..." | |||
Glin'kharr happened to be coming out of his | |||
office at that moment. As | |||
he focused on Maril, Maril staggered forward and | |||
fell, holding his head. He | |||
slowly stopped holding, and his body fell limp. | |||
The sun has met the sea,<br> | |||
Lt. Commander Onta Maril,<br> | |||
First Officer, USS Feynman,<br> | |||
aka Max Felsher<br> | |||
NRPG:<br> | |||
Don't worry. Maril should be okay, at least | |||
physically. Of course, this is all | |||
because you guys made me feel so guilty. ;) Now | |||
see what you've done! <BG> | |||
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: To Serve and Protect</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Michael "Mike" Dailey 10-8-1996</h4> | |||
SD: 81008<br> | |||
MD: 2.0610<br> | |||
SCENE: Security Office<br> | |||
J.C. leaned back in the chair in front of his desk, loosing the battle | |||
to fight against a yawn. Alex, the ACSO, sitting across from J.C., took | |||
a sip of his hot chocolate with a a few drops of brandy added for | |||
flavor. He had offered one to his CO, but he declined. After the | |||
briefing and the post-briefing discussion last night, he had turned in | |||
for a few hours sleep. Wanting to get an early start, he had asked Alex | |||
to meet him before Alpha started to have their own 'mini-briefing'. | |||
"Everyone in security was going crazy when the Admiral called down | |||
requesting the rifle, and safety overrides be turned off. Jonas was on | |||
watch at the desk, and called me off-duty to see if I knew what was | |||
going on.", said Alex. | |||
"I can imagine. He shocked us when he let go a shot at the sword. Hmm. I | |||
wonder if the Admiral still qualifies with his sidearm?", they both | |||
laughed at the mental picture of CINCSILVER at target practice. J.C. | |||
wheeled his chair back to the desk, | |||
"O.K., down to business. I'm glad you finished the performance reviews | |||
for me." Alex handed him two PADDs. "With the briefing, settling in our | |||
two new Cadets, and that torpedo modification project, I had my hands | |||
full." J.C. picked up the first PADD and scanned the names. | |||
"No problem, Ensign Allard..." Alex had stopped, J.C. tried not to | |||
notice, still reading the report. It would take a few weeks for him and | |||
the Security team to get used to the new rank. "Sorry, Sir. It slipped." | |||
"Forget it, Alex. When I hear it, I think someone is talking to some | |||
other Allard." he rubbed the new pip on his collar, "It will take some | |||
time for ME to get used to it, too." | |||
Turning back to the PADD, "Anyway, PO-2 Kori Matsumii, and PO-3 Micah | |||
Hicks both up one grade. I agree.", said J.C. | |||
"Jerry Jonas would have made CPO if that, er, incident with Mr. Mason | |||
had not happened.", Alex stirred the marshmallows in his chocolate. | |||
"Let's try not to remember that. I'm sure he doesn't want to." J.C. | |||
punched up a report on his desk console. "Alex, there seems to be one | |||
name missing...". Alex looked puzzled. He had gone over everyone's | |||
service records and performance evaluations, and listed the results of | |||
the two who were eligible for promotion. He stood up to see the screen, | |||
and dropped his mouth open... J.C. copied the file from the console to | |||
the PADD. | |||
"There, I've added CPO Tamarov, Alex T. - to Senior Chief Petty Officer | |||
to the list. Alex, two direct orders! Close your mouth, and sit back | |||
down..." J.C. smiled, and reached across the desk, offering Alex his | |||
hand. | |||
"Thank you, SIR! I'm not officially had my time in-grade for another two | |||
weeks." Alex had turned bright red, his face flushed. | |||
J.C. signed his name, and hit the send button. The computer would route | |||
the report to CDR. Maril and Capt. Zane for final approval. "It's not | |||
official yet, of course. Maril and the Captain will probably complete | |||
crew evals. while we're enroute, so wait patient for a day or so." J.C. | |||
picked up the second pad. After scanning the reports, his smile turned | |||
to a frown. | |||
"Both Duffy and McClure on report. Duffy for being late for duty, and | |||
McClure for a uniform violation.", J.C. hated this aspect of running a | |||
dept. Being recently in a 'hot' spot himself, the CSO had made it clear | |||
to all the Security NCO's that nothing short of excellence would be | |||
tolerated. J.C. had started the department meeting by saying, 'Our | |||
performance WILL be the best. The FEYNMAN may not be the flagship, but | |||
we're going to act like it. Excellence will be the standard, and | |||
standard will be unacceptable in performance.' | |||
"I wrote Duffy up myself, and T'mec wrote up McClure just last night | |||
when he came on duty without his comm badge. Said he had lost it, and | |||
didn't have time to get another." | |||
J.C. sighed as he again signed his name, and hit the send box. He | |||
gathered the two PADDs and stacked them in the corner of his desk. Duffy | |||
and McClure would be at the next Captain's Mast, now presided over buy a | |||
full Captain. | |||
Alex spoke up, "Oh I almost forgot, I passed the word around about the | |||
Volunteer Medical program Dr. Glin'Khar was offering. Put me, T'Boc, and | |||
Jeotcki Reobetorg down. A few others said they might later." | |||
"Good, Glin'kharr should be happy. I was considering it too. After all, | |||
we're usually the ones who need medical attention," they both laughed at | |||
the 200 year-old joke of high injuries in Security. "I'll let the good | |||
Doctor know this morning" | |||
Alex looked at his chrono,"its 0740. I'm going to go relieve T'meq | |||
early. Maybe she'll go meditate or something" J.C. rolled his eyes at | |||
the Vulcan-slam. They both got up, J.C. added, "remember, as soon as we | |||
reach the SERAPIS, all patrol teams are to double up, and I want that | |||
permanent team on the bridge 24 hrs, heavily-armed. NO surprises this | |||
mission, Alex." | |||
"Right, Lt. Allard." They walked out of the CSO's office. Alex went to | |||
the watch officers desk to relieve T'meq, and J.C. headed for the turbo | |||
lift. Once on the bridge, he greeted the Duty Officer, and went over to | |||
tactical. | |||
"Good morning, Mr. Hicks. You can go early, but check out with the duty | |||
officer first." | |||
"Thank you, Sir.", Hicks walked down to the center seat, and asked | |||
permission to leave. The D.O. nodded. | |||
<nowiki>*When Lt. Koreth comes on duty, I'll speak to him about the photon | |||
torpedo upgrade*</nowiki>, J.C. thought as he punched up Gamma's shift-log from | |||
tactical, seeing absolutely nothing of interest. Thinking, he walked | |||
down to the chair to speak to the D.O. There was a special | |||
'minor-alteration' J.C. wanted to add to the 'Chair'... | |||
Submitted,<br> | |||
Mike Dailey<br> | |||
Splatter2@qtm.net<br> | |||
Lieutenant J.G., J.C. Allard SEC-TAC - USS FEYNMAN - SILVER FLEET<br> | |||
Lieutenant D'doj Zzawj Ckorji, MD - CMO - USS CONSTITUTION - INDIGO<br> | |||
<nowiki>******** | |||
* NRPG * | |||
********</nowiki> | |||
Kinda long, but I had a lot to do. Jason, when you go on duty, J.C. | |||
will want to talk to you... | |||
Sorry, I didn't know who had the 'chair' during gamma??? | |||
....Now what could J.C. be up to...??? | |||
Cheers,<br> | |||
Mike<br> | |||
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Making It To Morning</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Kristen Gant 10-8-1996</h4> | |||
Stardate: 81008.1224<br> | |||
Scene: Krysa's quarters<br> | |||
MD: 2.0100<br> | |||
Krysa had dressed for bed, but was now sitting on the couch in her | |||
living room, unable to sleep. Her thoughts keeping her awake. She had | |||
no idea how to handle this new factor which had now been entered into | |||
her life. She'd never had a relationship where she hadn't known the | |||
rules before entering. | |||
Her relationship with Jack during her academy years had always been | |||
for fun and companionship. She'd known then that there was never any | |||
hope of commitment there. He's heart was already taken by his career. | |||
She'd known that and accepted it. And if it hadn't been for his | |||
friendship she wasn't sure she'd have made it through the academy. | |||
He'd been a great support. | |||
Of course with Kavan, plans had been made and decided when she was | |||
just an infant. As much as she'd fought it, there had never been | |||
another choice. Though there were times she wished, for Kavan's sake, | |||
she'd refused her fathers wishes. But her father always won out in | |||
the end. Unfortunately in this case, it didn't have a happy ending. | |||
Krysa brushed away a tear that slid down her face. She did miss him, | |||
despite the guilt she felt over his death. It was the fact that he | |||
had been happy with her on the FEYNMAN that gave her any solace at | |||
all. She knew that had he lived, they could have been very happy. But | |||
the fates had decided otherwise. | |||
She knew that she partly blamed Dee for his death as well, since | |||
she'd been instrumental in the circumstances that led to his death. | |||
Which was a big part of why she'd been upset that the Captain had let | |||
her go so easily. But now .. now it made sense. He'd been protecting | |||
her two-fold. Not just from Dee's mind control, but also from her | |||
manipulation of his feelings. | |||
She remembered the first time she'd ever spent anytime with him. | |||
She'd been an Ensign, fresh out of the academy, excited to be on her | |||
first mission. He had been Lt. Commander Zane then, the FO of the | |||
FEYNMAN. She'd liked him instantly and they had gotten along well. | |||
He'd been the one to give her the Bridge Officers test and thanks to | |||
him it had been one of the most enjoyable and exhilarating | |||
simulations she'd ever done. | |||
In the time they'd served together she'd come to respect him first as | |||
the FO and then as the Captain. She trusted him and they'd become | |||
friends. She'd known something was wrong when he'd been there to | |||
greet the shuttle's carrying her parents and Kavan's parents, but | |||
she'd never bothered to follow up on it. | |||
She even remembered his somber mood at the engagement party. Which of | |||
course now made sense. He'd had enough respect for her to not say | |||
anything as she made her decision to follow tradition and her fathers | |||
wishes. | |||
She knew he tended to be closed mouthed in personal matters and as a | |||
counselor she had respected his right to do that. Until tonight. She | |||
had pushed too far and gone beyond where any good counselor or friend | |||
should ever go. And now everything was different. She had been so | |||
caught up in making sure she got her answers .. | |||
She sighed, "Well this is getting you nowhere, Lieutenant," she | |||
admonished herself. "Computer, lights off. Play Bach, French Suite | |||
No. 1 in D minor." As the music began, she headed into the bedroom | |||
and crawled under the covers determined to rest her mind and her | |||
body. She could think about things tomorrow. | |||
****<br> | |||
MD: 2.0700<br> | |||
Krysa awoke, the French Suite No. 1 still playing softly. As she sat | |||
up the world still seemed so strange. Everything looked familiar, yet | |||
it was all different. | |||
"Computer, stop music." | |||
She got out of bed and ran a steaming hot water shower. While this | |||
wouldn't help her solve any great problems emotionally, it would | |||
definitely make her feel better physically. | |||
Water so hot it made your pores tingle was definitely one of the most | |||
enjoyable ways to relax in Krysa's book. And she felt a desperate | |||
need to relax. It was still over two days away until they reached the | |||
Serapis debris field. In those two days the crew was in desperate | |||
need of something fun. Perhaps a ball game to set minds at ease | |||
before they had to deal with the gruesome work of investigating the | |||
wreckage. It was definitely something she should mention to the | |||
Captain. | |||
She sighed as she realized out easily that had come out. They had | |||
come to work together so easily. So why did things seem so different | |||
now. Perhaps if she just went on as though she hadn't pried last | |||
night she could make things back to the way they were. Even as her | |||
training told her this was impossible, she set out to do just that. | |||
As she dressed and brushed her hair she had the computer read off her | |||
list of things to do for the day. There really wasn't much to do, as | |||
most everything was in place and ready for when the reached the | |||
debris field. And that which wasn't yet ready was being worked | |||
diligently on by CPO Smith, the Ops department Delphi Operator. The | |||
Delphi array was an interesting section of the FEYNMAN. As a detailed | |||
sensor, it fell under both Operations and Science departments. Not to | |||
mention engineering to keep it fully functional. She had been | |||
fortunate enough to place Sarah Smith as Delphi Operator. Sarah | |||
seemed to get along with everyone and so far since she'd taken the | |||
position there had been no disputes over the array. Before, it had | |||
been a virtual hot bed of disagreement between departments. | |||
Checking her appearance one last time in the mirror she ran out of | |||
her quarters to make it to the bridge for her shift. She was already | |||
running late. | |||
****<br> | |||
MD: 2.0810<br> | |||
Krysa arrived ten minutes late. The Captain was in his chair when she | |||
stepped off the turbolift. He looked at her his expression vaguely | |||
blank. Krysa realized he was as unsure as to how to continue as she | |||
was. "Sorry I'm late, sir," she said. | |||
"Sleep in, Lieutenant?" | |||
Krysa grinned, hearing the easy tone in his voice. "Actually no, just | |||
had a slow morning." She then moved to relieve the Gamma Ops. She | |||
breathed deeply, glad that far things seemed fairly normal. Of course | |||
she'd not yet truly met his gaze yet. One step at a time .. | |||
Regards,<br> | |||
Lt. Krysa Jenn.<br> | |||
****<br> | |||
NRPG: So do we wanna do a ball game or something or just head | |||
straight on to the wreckage? | |||
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: An Invitation</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by | |||
Andrew Catterick 10-8-1996</h4> | |||
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>=/\=<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<br> | |||
From: Bat Durnsten<br> | |||
TO: All Personnel<br> | |||
RE: Bat's Second Whenever I Feel Like It Backyard BBQ and Ballgame!!<br> | |||
<nowiki>-----------------------------------------------------------------------</nowiki><br> | |||
Attention all hands!!! Tomorrow afternoon beginning at 12:00 on | |||
Holodeck 3 the party of the season will take place and you're all | |||
requested and required to be there. | |||
Festivities will Include: | |||
BBQ and buffet with all your favourites | |||
Lakefront setting complete with sandy beach | |||
Playing fields of all types and sizes | |||
AND!! Try your throwing arm at the all new 'Soak the Captain Dunk | |||
Tank' ....special thanks to Captain Zane for graciously volunteering to be | |||
dunked. | |||
I look forward to seeing you all! | |||
Volunteers Welcome!<br> | |||
Bat<br> | |||
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>=/\=<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<br> | |||
<<<NRPG>>> | |||
This will take place at MD:3.1200. | |||
I wonder if Zane knows hes been volunteered?;) | |||
Respectfully,<br> | |||
Andy<br> | |||
-Captain 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: Here and There</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by | |||
Andrew Catterick 10-10-1996</h4> | |||
SD: 81010.1100<br> | |||
MD: 2.0300<br> | |||
Scene: Ready-room<br> | |||
[Sickbay to Zane.] | |||
"Zane here, what can I do for you Doctor?" Zane asked, wondering | |||
why Glin'kharr was up so late. | |||
[Commander Maril was presumably on his way to sickbay and | |||
collapsed as he arrived.] The doctor replied matter-of-factly. Zane | |||
could here a slight twinge of frustration in the wolf's voice. | |||
"I'm on my way." | |||
<nowiki>_______________________________</nowiki><br> | |||
MD: 2.0305<br> | |||
Scene: Sickbay<br> | |||
"How is he?" Zane asked before the sickbay doors had closed | |||
behind him. Glin'kharr looked up from his scanner at the Captain. "It | |||
seems to be a case of fatigue." | |||
"Seems to be?" Zane asked. | |||
"Every indication points to it but I would have thought he would | |||
have had more stamina." | |||
"Well he's been through alot. The last mission was a grinder and | |||
a very emotional strain at that. I know he had friends on all three of | |||
the destroyed ships and that the loss has taken its toll. Add to that our | |||
immediate launch and all that goes with it and the load seems | |||
unmanageable especially for Commander Maril, the XO usually gets the | |||
brunt of a launch." | |||
The doctor frowned. "Well you and the Admiral both got my report. | |||
I recommended some R&R for this crew before they get caught up in another | |||
'grinder' if they don't they fall apart." | |||
"Agreed. Which is why Ens Lee and our morale officer are planning | |||
something for tomorrow." | |||
"Well it better be fun....and relaxing." The doctor demanded. | |||
"Would you expect anything less from Emporer Bat?" He said with a | |||
smile. "Well I'll get out of your fur, keep me informed." | |||
<nowiki>_______________________________</nowiki><br> | |||
MD:2.1200<br> | |||
Scene: Bridge<br> | |||
Zane paced around the bridge for what seemed like the millionth | |||
time. He was his usual pre-mission 'antsy' self and was trying extremely | |||
hard not to harass the bridge crew. The FEYNMAN was hurtling through | |||
space at better than warp 9.45 in a relative straight line and they would | |||
be for another 48 hours. The result was there was little for the bridge | |||
officers to report on and little for Zane to sink his teeth into. That | |||
meant that Zane had little else to do but worry and the last 24 hours had | |||
given him plenty of topics to dwell on. He hated to worry. | |||
"Excuse me Captain." | |||
Zane looked away from the viewscreen to MCPO Mike Larocque. "Bit | |||
early for signatures isn't it Mike." | |||
"Well I've got a few things I thought you might like to see, sir." | |||
He said with a grin as he passed over the PADDs and then watched the | |||
Captain's face carefully. He was rewarded soon thereafter. | |||
Zane's eyes almost popped out of his head as he read Bat's | |||
invitation to the crew. "I imagine everyone already knows about this?" | |||
He asked Larocque, hoping he could delete the dunk tank idea before it got | |||
around. | |||
"Uh...I'd say your probably the last one to hear about it sir." | |||
"I see." Zane replied with a defeated tone. "You'll make sure | |||
the water is warm." | |||
"Of course sir." Mike said with a smile. "Uh sir, I don't think | |||
Bat wanted you to find out about this...if he found out I was the one..." | |||
Zane patted him on the shoulder. "Don't worry your secret's safe | |||
with me." | |||
<<<NRPG>>> | |||
Well its Thursday now so lets say we start the festivities on Sat Am...I | |||
think we could all use a little mindless distraction before we jump back | |||
into the thick of things....so that gives you a day or so to think up fun | |||
things to do on the holodeck...a little more character development, | |||
recover from evil entities..work in the old throwing arm to try and dunk | |||
the person who promotes you etc. | |||
Respectfully,<br> | |||
Andy-->Thinking up a good bathing costume for a bald grey skinned man<br> | |||
-Captain 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: Fun in the Sun .. or is that Corn?</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Kristen Gant 10-11-1996</h4> | |||
Stardate: 81011<br> | |||
Scene: 10-Forward<br> | |||
MD: 2.1700<br> | |||
Krysa headed to 10-Forward as soon as she could after receiving Bat's | |||
memo regarding the ball game. Bat was there in his usual spot | |||
relaxing as Krysa walked up to him with a broad grin. "Bat, you are a | |||
mind reader." | |||
"Nah, I leave that kinda thing to you Betazoid's," he teased. | |||
Had it not been for the events of the pervious night, Krysa might | |||
have found Bat's comment amusing. As it was she had to shake off the | |||
guilt that flooded through her once again. Bat noticed her unease | |||
and questioningly asked, "Something wrong?" | |||
"No," she said quickly, "I just came to offer my services in whatever | |||
help you need. As I recall, you never could've gotten through the | |||
last one without my help." | |||
"Perhaps." Bat laughed, "You wanna help dunk the Captain?" | |||
Krysa chuckled, "How did you ever get him to agree to that?" | |||
"Easy," he said slyly, "I never asked." | |||
"You are evil," teased Krysa. | |||
"Well, it's not like he can demote me." | |||
****<br> | |||
MD: 3.1200<br> | |||
Krysa entered the Holodeck, having changed out of her uniform and | |||
into a much more comfortable pair of shorts and a T-shirt. She'd | |||
learned from the last FEYNMAN Ball game that it was best to be | |||
comfortable. She'd also made sure this time to wear special shoes to | |||
avoid tripping and spraining her ankle as she had done the last time. | |||
"Well, you look the part," laughed Bat. Krysa turned toward the sound | |||
of his voice. She grinned thinking much the same thing about him. He | |||
was dressed in a chef's hat and apron standing next to the roaring | |||
hot grill. | |||
"No Sloppy Joe's this time?" | |||
"Nope, I've gotta keep changing the menu or it would get boring." | |||
Krysa laughed, "Well I've not doubt, I'll love anything you make!" | |||
Bat chuckled, "Me either!" | |||
Krysa admired Bat's Holodeck set up, as she glanced around. It was | |||
different from the last one which had taken place in an 20th century | |||
Earth baseball park. This one was in a much less formal setting. The | |||
baseball diamond was actually on the edge of a corn field. Her gaze | |||
fell on the dunking tank, which was still being set up. "Has the | |||
Captain shown up yet?" | |||
"Nope not yet. But he will .. you can bet on it." | |||
It was right about then that Lt. Meleah walked onto the holodeck. | |||
Krysa smiled and waved her over. "I'm glad you're here, Meleah." | |||
Krysa greeted her when she approached. | |||
"I would not miss the chance to see the Captain get dunked." | |||
Krysa and Bat chuckled, "Well, then you must certainly be the first | |||
to dunk him. I'm sure you wouldn't miss." | |||
Meleah simply raised her eyebrows but didn't say anything. | |||
Regards,<br> | |||
Lt. Krysa Jenn<br> | |||
****<br> | |||
NRPG: Okay well, I got Krysa to the game :} I'm sure she'll hit the | |||
dunking booth before the day is over though .. | |||
I didn't write anyone else in cause I wanted to give you all the | |||
chance to write yourselves in. BTW, I loved Field of Dreams, so you | |||
got a corn field :} | |||
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: Batter up, Klingon in the outfield, and dripping Captains</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Michael "Mike" Dailey 10-11-1996</h4> | |||
STARDATE: 81011.2230<br> | |||
MD: 3.1205<br> | |||
SCENE: J.C.'s quarters<br> | |||
Opening the closet door, J.C. took the medium-sized black duffle-bag | |||
with his name, serial number, and Starfleet insignia, down from the top | |||
shelf and set it on the table. Unzipping the main section, he pulled out | |||
the items he was after, a black and white ball cap, with the Federation | |||
Series logo for 2403, and his soft, oiled imitation-leather glove. That | |||
game seemed like decades ago, instead of only the few years it was. All | |||
of the finals and semifinals completed, the Series of '03 had come down | |||
two the two beat teams in the entire federation; Risa and Terra. Risa | |||
had the honor of hosting the Terran team. | |||
J.C. and his older brother Kevin, had begged their father constantly | |||
for three months to allow them to go. They would pay for the transport, | |||
tickets, meals, and lodging themselves, but that was quite a trip for | |||
two teenagers of 15 and 17. In the end, their dad grudgingly gave in. | |||
After all, baseball may have been invented on Terra, but Terra had won | |||
the F.S. only four time in the past 100 yrs. | |||
It was a jam-packed, nonstop exciting game. Both teams were | |||
great, but the Risians proved to be better in the bottom of the 10th. | |||
With runners at 1st and 3rd, the final Risan batter literally launched | |||
one into orbit, over the stands, bringing himself and the other two in, | |||
for a final win of 27 to 24. Afterwards, the boys had enjoyed their | |||
night on Risa almost as much as the game... | |||
Snapping back to the present, J.C. zipped up the duffle, put on the | |||
hat, and tilted down so it was straight. He headed out of his quarters | |||
to pick up Alex Tamarov, his ACSO. Alex had shorts, a T-shirt, and a | |||
cap, turned 'backwards'. | |||
SCENE: Holodeck 3. | |||
When the large doors to the Holodeck opened, the two security officers | |||
stepped into the deck. J.C. looked slightly surprised. All the fields he | |||
had ever seen where in public parks or indoor stadiums, not in | |||
cornfields. He looked over to Alex, who sported a grin and looked eager | |||
for action. | |||
"What are you smiling for?", asked Justin. | |||
"This reminds me of a field near my grandparents place on Earth in | |||
Indiana.", said Alex. "I played quite a few games there". | |||
"I didn't know you grew up on a farm." | |||
"I didn't. Their house just happen to be away from the city. Lots of | |||
farms in the area. They had some horses, but that was all. This is | |||
really great!", said Alex. | |||
"Yeah, Bat went all out, again" agreed J.C. True, their Recreation | |||
Officer [ret.] had designed yet another holo-work of wonder. The | |||
temperature was perfect. Not too hot, but he could actually feel the | |||
warmth of the Holodeck 'sunlight' on his face. A light breeze blew by | |||
every now and then, the last of which caused both Security men to sniff | |||
the air. The looked over to a small building where Lieutenants Jenn and | |||
Meleah were talking to Bat, who was the Chef extraordinaire at the BBQ | |||
grill. The smell, a rich, spicy and slightly sweet aroma , was simply | |||
mouthwatering delicious. They walked over to greet the others... | |||
"Lt's., Bat. Good afternoon.", sounded the mutual greetings. Alex | |||
sniffed closer to Bat and the grill. As good as it smelled, neither | |||
could identify the main course, and the lid to the grill was closed. | |||
"So, what's cooking, Bat," asked the Security second in command. | |||
Bat reached up and tilted his Chefs hat slightly, "it's a secret. But | |||
you'll love it." Alex frowned. | |||
Kyrsa nudged Bat,"He won't even tell me. I know it's not his famous | |||
Sloppy Joes., though." | |||
J.C. looked around, "I can't wait to start. Lets see...", J.C. acted | |||
though as in serious thought, turning a sly look to Alex and the others. | |||
"I simply HAVE to pitch once against Mr. Maril". | |||
"I, for one, want to see how well our engineer can pitch a baseball," | |||
said Lt. Jenn. | |||
"I know," said the ACSO," I'm counting on knocking out of the park | |||
anything that Mr. Jerran can pitch." Everyone laughed at the unspoken | |||
challenge, even Meleah smiled. J.C. suddenly had an idea, "O.K. | |||
everyone, I have 100 credits that says my first three pitches to our | |||
CO's new 'think-tank' hit the bullseye...." | |||
Submitted,<br> | |||
Mike Dailey<br> | |||
Splatter2@qtm.net<br> | |||
Lieutenant J.G., J.C. Allard SEC-TAC - USS FEYNMAN - SILVER FLEET<br> | |||
Lieutenant D'doj Zzawj Ckorji, MD - CMO - USS CONSTITUTION - INDIGO<br> | |||
<nowiki>******** | |||
* NRPG * | |||
********</nowiki> | |||
Anyone want a piece of that 100 credits.... hurry, before it's gone. | |||
Andy, can you swim well?? <VVVVBEG>>> | |||
If no one is up to meet the challenges J.C., Alex, and Kyrsa, we'll | |||
understand... | |||
Kris, I though you up to bat against Koreth was kinda picturesque??? | |||
now, for VADM Nicholas to start the game | |||
..."A one, a two, take me out to the.........." | |||
Gothca again, Mike | |||
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: The Festivities</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by | |||
Andrew Catterick 10-13-1996</h4> | |||
SD: 81013.1000<br> | |||
MD: 3.1210<br> | |||
Scene: Lakeside Park, Holodeck 3<br> | |||
"What the hell are you idiots doing out there?" Bat screamed out | |||
to Larocque, Fuhrman and Barron who were in enjoying themselves on their | |||
own holodeck creation, the sailboat, 'Nautical Disaster'. Almost | |||
immediately the boat swung around to the shore. | |||
"What?" Larocque called out. | |||
Bat gestured towards the corn. "Your in charge of the corn! | |||
Stop fooling around and get yourselves over there. Now!" | |||
Mike simply waved back but in a few seconds they had pointed the | |||
boat in the direction of the small river that went through the corn field. | |||
"Damn fools," Bat began to mutter to himself as he stomped off | |||
towards the BBQ pit. "have to do everything myself." | |||
"Why Bat I'd say you've got pre-show jitters." Kyrsa said. | |||
The bartender turned and the look on his face said exactly what he | |||
was thinking. But quickly his features softened and he smiled. "Yea I | |||
guess so. Its important that everyone has a good time." | |||
"Of course it is." Kyrsa agreed. "And that goes for the host as | |||
well." | |||
"Once I get everything running then I can start to relax. | |||
Besides," He winked. "all I need is to see one good dunk of my nephew and | |||
I'll be happy for the rest of the month." | |||
Kyrsa laughed. "You are positively evil!" | |||
"Me?" He feigned shock. "Its for his own good. We don't want his | |||
ego to get any bigger now that he has the extra jewelery. Ahhh there's | |||
the victim now. I'd better go and make sure I have a good view. I don't | |||
want to miss this." | |||
Zane walked through the parting doors of the holodeck and stopped | |||
to take in the view. He wore a grey t-shirt with a small crest on the | |||
left breast. The FEYNMAN with its motto inscribed underneath. For | |||
shorts he wore is lucky navy blue Academy issue. In his left hand his | |||
prized and cherished ball glove which Bat himself had given Zane for | |||
his 12th birthday. The holodeck program was certainly going to be fun. | |||
He walked over to the BBQ pit exchanging greetings and waves with | |||
the crew. The festivities had only just begun but already most of the | |||
FEYNMAN complement had arrived. He spied Chief Larocque's boat out on the | |||
small lake and a number of crew and officers were playing some sort of | |||
team sport he had never seen before. He watched for awhile, trying to | |||
figure out the rules but it was beyond him | |||
"Good afternoon Captain sir." Bat said as he flipped somesort of | |||
meat type substance on his grill. | |||
"Bat." Zane replied with a nod as he watched some crewman wheel in | |||
the dunk tank. "Looks like they're ready for me." He began to walk over. | |||
Bat just watched in surprise. Zane had not mentioned anything | |||
what was he up to. | |||
>All expected their Captain to be 'dunked'. An android shouldn't miss.<br> | |||
>As Meleah started to throw the old-fashioned ball towards the target, an<br> | |||
>officer bumped into her from behind.<br> | |||
>The ball flew through the air.............<br> | |||
><br> | |||
>WHACK!!!!!!!!!! The ball hit the target but only to the side. Zane<br> | |||
>breathed a sigh of relief but only for a moment because he saw that<br> | |||
>Meleah had immediately found a second ball and had flung it at the<br> | |||
>target. This time she didn't miss. Zane fell into the water with a large<br> | |||
>splash!<br> | |||
As Zane bobbed up from below the water line he smiled. Revenge | |||
would be sweet. | |||
<<<NRPG>>> | |||
Just a short one to get me there. | |||
Has anyone seen Lt. Jerran? I think we may have left him at EPSILON by | |||
mistake...or did Krysa finally get him? | |||
Respectfully,<br> | |||
Andy<br> | |||
-Captain 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: Klingon Battle Songs ;)</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Max Felsher 10-14-1996</h4> | |||
SD 81014.0100(GMT)<br> | |||
MD 3.1000<br> | |||
SCENE: Bridge<br> | |||
Maril walked behind Lt.(jg) Allard at the | |||
tactical console, making sure | |||
that everything was like Ridaka on the island. | |||
Nothing had really happened since he had | |||
supposedly walked into | |||
Sickbay 33 hours ago, except for a few headaches. | |||
He would have to see Dr. | |||
Glin'kharr about those. It was strange that he | |||
couldn't remember anything | |||
after he had met with Captain Zane and before he | |||
had woken up the next day. | |||
Maril supposed that it was just a one-time | |||
occurrence. | |||
Somewhere out in space | |||
Occurrence...yes, it was a strange | |||
occurrence. Usually, nothing could | |||
resist it. It would have to wait for this ship to | |||
come closer, where its power | |||
would be greater. Then, it would be able to tear | |||
them all apart until it found | |||
what it wanted. And even then, it still might | |||
continue to attack and wreak | |||
revenge upon this creature that had dared to | |||
oppose it. | |||
His mind will relax, yes...then, it will | |||
strike when the metaphor-being's | |||
mind would be least prepared. Nothing would stop | |||
it, nothing.... | |||
MD 3.1200<br> | |||
Holodeck 3<br> | |||
Maril walked onto the sunlit "baseball(?)" | |||
field, preparing for a free | |||
throw fly ball, ot was it a double play goal? | |||
Maril had only played the game | |||
once before, but he had already grasped the | |||
essentials. A certain member of the | |||
team known as the "pitcher" threw the ball to a | |||
member of the opposite team | |||
called the "batter". If the batter hit the ball | |||
to an area less than 45 degrees to the | |||
right or left of forward, it was a "fair ball". | |||
If the ball was hit anywhere else, the | |||
ball was "unfair" and both the batter and pitcher | |||
would be taken to "court"--no, | |||
that was basketball. Maril was already getting | |||
confused. | |||
Well, at least he knew that the pitcher had | |||
to have a strong arm and the | |||
batter had to wave a long stick to hit the ball. | |||
In fact, Lt. Jerran looked like a | |||
good pitcher, having just dunked the Captain with | |||
two balls at the same time in | |||
a strange contraption called a "dunk tank". Was | |||
this also part of baseball? | |||
Maril wondered. | |||
Hopefully, Maril would "get the hang of it" | |||
as the game progressed. | |||
These games always seemed much simpler in real | |||
life than they did when you | |||
thought about the rules. | |||
Maril, seriously wanting to make Commander, | |||
stayed away from the | |||
dunk tank until the game began. By the time he | |||
realized that Zane didn't have | |||
the power to promote him, it was too late. | |||
"Play ball!" someone with a wire mask on his | |||
face called. Here was | |||
another facet of the game, the "umpire". This was | |||
very confusing. Was the | |||
umpire a player? For which team? | |||
The sun has met the sea,<br> | |||
Lt. Commander Onta Maril,<br> | |||
First Officer, USS Feynman,<br> | |||
aka Max Felsher<br> | |||
NRPG:<br> | |||
So, the fun begins. :)<br> | |||
I think we should have the Redshirts(CO, FO, and | |||
FCO) against the | |||
Yellowshirts(OPS, CSO, and CEO), with the | |||
Blueshirts(CSciO, CMO, and CNS) | |||
divided between the two. | |||
What do you say, the Yellows get Meleah, but we | |||
get Glin'kharr and Lee, since | |||
an android can have absolute precision on pitches? | |||
Of course, this means we'll have to add a few | |||
junior officers to get 9 against 9 | |||
(and, unless there are any objections, the pitcher | |||
bats, i.e. no DH). But how | |||
hard could that be? <G> | |||
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: BBQ</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Kristen Gant 10-14-1996</h4> | |||
Stardate: 81014.1746<br> | |||
Scene: BBQ<br> | |||
MD: 3.1230<br> | |||
The crew was beginning to assemble at the ball diamond for a bit of | |||
base ball while Krysa helped Bat clean up a bit. Not that the food | |||
was over by a long shot, but most had eaten their fill for a while. | |||
Once the game got going, stomachs would begin growling once again. | |||
Krysa glanced over at the Captain valiantly sitting on the seat in | |||
the dunking booth as his crew tried to unseat him. Zane yelled out | |||
challenges and threats as his officers laughed, took aim, and | |||
promptly hit the target. She'd even taken her own shot which while no | |||
where near as spectacular as either Terri's or Meleah's did the | |||
trick. Course she'd had to go through three balls to get it right. | |||
The crowd at the dunking booth dwindled as they migrated over toward | |||
the baseball diamond. Krysa turned to Bat. "Don't you think we should | |||
let him down now." | |||
Bat's eyes twinkled, "Sure why not." He laughed, "A towel might not | |||
be a bad idea either. He deserves it for the way he's taken it | |||
today." Krysa could feel the man's pride in the FEYNMAN's CO, despite | |||
his teasing. | |||
Krysa smiled and nodded, "I'll get one." She headed to the arch and | |||
ordered up a soft bath towel. Taking up the towel which materialized | |||
she headed toward the dunking booth. | |||
**** | |||
When everyone had had their fill of dunking the Captain, and the ball | |||
game had begun, a drenched Captain climbed warily out of the booth, | |||
afraid that another crewmember would show up for one more shot at the | |||
CO. As he stepped onto the grass he turned, only to find himself | |||
facing a smiling Krysa. | |||
"Oh no," he sighed, his eyes pleading, "Please tell me you ~don't~ | |||
want another shot." | |||
She chuckled, "No." She help up the large towel to him, "Thought you | |||
might need this." | |||
He grinned in relief, "Yes, thank you." He took the towel and began | |||
to dry off with it. "Better not let Bat see you giving me a hand. You | |||
might be next up there." | |||
Krysa shook her head. "Not to worry, Bat's actually the one who asked | |||
me to bring you a towel. He's very proud of you for 'taking it like a | |||
man'." | |||
"He didn't give me much choice." | |||
Krysa laughed, "No, I suppose not." | |||
He looked at her slyly, "I noticed that even you took your turn." | |||
"Of course," she teased with a grin, "How often will I get a chance | |||
like that," | |||
"Never again, if I have anything to say about it!" Zane said | |||
adamantly. | |||
"Are you going to stand over there dripping all day, or are you going | |||
to come play," they heard Jerran call, then hurriedly, he added, | |||
"Sir." | |||
Zane frowned at the Lt., then turning to wink at Krysa he called, | |||
"We'll be right there, *Mr.* Jerran." | |||
Krysa suppressed the giggle which bubbled up inside her, and the two | |||
headed to the ball diamond to join the rest. | |||
Regards,<br> | |||
Lt. Krysa Jenn<br> | |||
****<br> | |||
NRPG: Okay, I'm ready to "Play Ball!" I don't care what the teams | |||
are so whatever it was that Max wrote is fine :} | |||
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: Take Me Out to the Ball Game!</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Michael "Mike" Dailey 10-15-1996</h4> | |||
SD: 81015.2200<br> | |||
MD: 3.1230<br> | |||
SCENE: Holodeck ballgame<br> | |||
> Ignoring the sudden hoots and calls from the crowd, Glin'kharr strode<br> | |||
> forward. He only glimpsed at Zane as the Captain began yelling at him.<br> | |||
> "Doctor, what are you doing? You're supposed to... Lieutenant, CEASE AND<br> | |||
> DESI..."<br> | |||
><br> | |||
> Glin'kharr punched the target _hard_, contacting the plank with nothing<br> | |||
> more than the ball. The Captain's words ended in a splash, and<br> | |||
> Glin'kharr ducked as water sprayed around him. Amidst the cheers of the<br> | |||
> crowd, Glin'kharr casually tossed the last ball into the air, and headed<br> | |||
> back towards the barbecue...<br> | |||
J.C. and Alex cheered the Doctor on as he walked by them enroute to get | |||
a few more tasty ribs, "Way to go, Sir" said CPO Tamarov. J.C. turned | |||
and held his arm up high to give the Doctor a 'high-five'. "Good shot, | |||
Doctor!". Glin'kharr stopped, looked at the CSO, and raised the opposite | |||
paw in the same manner, unfamiliar with the strange type of salute. | |||
"No, like this Sir," J.C. lightly 'high-fived' his hand into the Doctors | |||
large paw, overlooking Alex snickering slightly. The others giggled. | |||
"This is all in fun, gentlemen." said the Doctor. "Relaxation can be the | |||
best medicine at times." He pushed the glasses back into place, and went | |||
after more ribs. By now Captain Zane had regained his 'seat' in the | |||
reset tank, mumbling something about a dog pound. J.C. bent down to | |||
scoop up three balls. Turning to Alex with a sinister grin, "well, Mr. | |||
Tamarov. Who is going to represent Security in this little exercise," | |||
asked the CSO. He threw a ball up slightly and caught it. "You or me?" | |||
Alex took a few cautious steps backwards, "After you, Sir. My evaluation | |||
is still in the works, I wouldn't want it to get, er, all wet." | |||
"O.K., I'll go for it.", said J.C. He walked to the line facing the | |||
tank. The officers and crew shouted cheers, more from the junior | |||
officers than the seasoned people. He noticed Mr. Maril shaking his | |||
head, and Bat shouting very loudly, "Go get one for Security, Justin.", | |||
Chef Bat winked at the CSO. He set down two of the tree balls, and then | |||
caught Zane's eyes looking at him. | |||
"So, _Lieutenant JUNIOR GRADE_, how is the armory inventory coming | |||
along...", the crowd booed, but stopped quickly. J.C. winced for a | |||
second, then eyed the center of the target. He stared a hole into the | |||
bullseye for about five seconds, blocking out the noise of the crown, | |||
focusing on the target. Take a deep breath, again, the wind up, and | |||
pitched the ball as hard as he could... but the shot bounced off the top | |||
the tank, missing the target by just inches... | |||
Zane taunted the CSO, "Mr. Allard, you're a Starfleet Officer. You | |||
should throw better than a Cadet." Apparently numb to the effects of the | |||
tank by now, the Captain was starting to enjoy himself, perhaps too | |||
much. The crowd laughed in fun at the remark. Picking up another ball, | |||
J.C. was even more determined. His shoulder was a bit sore, that last | |||
pitch was harder that he thought. He heard Kyrsa shout, "Come on Allard, | |||
sink him." Maril looked up at some unknown spot in the sky, and Zane | |||
stared daggers the OPS officer. | |||
J.C. nodded to the crowd, and bent down to get the third ball. With both | |||
in hand, he quickly took aim for the target, lined it up, wound up and | |||
... | |||
"Lieutenant! What are...." wham! wham! Both balls hit the mark | |||
milliseconds apart, with the delightful splash as their Commander took | |||
yet another swim. J.C. jumped up, yelling an excited "All RIGHT!". Alex | |||
patted him on the back, as the others cheered. They headed for some of | |||
Bats' gourmet ribs. | |||
<nowiki>_______________________________</nowiki> | |||
Game: | |||
> "I thought that's what the pitcher was supposed to do, sir. Throw the<br> | |||
> ball so the batter can hit it."<br> | |||
><br> | |||
> Maril chuckled and said, "Kitano at Milagra, LT. You're supposed to throw<br> | |||
> it so they don't hit it."<br> | |||
><br> | |||
> "Oh, that makes sense now, sir. I will endeavor to make sure that no one<br> | |||
> hits the ball again," Jerran said. He then smiled to Krysa as she<br> | |||
> crossed home plate again and said, "Consider that giving you a head start."<br> | |||
J.C. took the wooden bat, hit the bottom of his sneaker to knock | |||
some invisible dust off, and stepped up to the plate where Bat the | |||
umpire and Mr. Maril the catcher were standing. He took his stance, and | |||
made a few practice swings. It had been quite a few years. He looked | |||
into the FCO's eyes for some hint of what to expect, but found none in | |||
the Vulcan-Bajorans poker-face. | |||
The first pitch came in, looked good, and he swung. "Strike!" Bat | |||
screamed, right behind J.C. He jumped. "Spirits, Bat! Don't do that!" | |||
"Sorry, Justin. I love this," said Bat. Maril muttered some Tamarian | |||
proverb that undoubtedly applied to them. The next one J.C. let come in, | |||
and rewarded with Bats cry of, "Ball. Good choice, Justin." He looked | |||
out onto the mound at Lt. Jerran. He caught the ball from Bat, rubbed | |||
his hands on his shirt. And looked straight at J.C. The next one came in | |||
fast, and J.C. bat cracked it off to the side behind the foul line. Bat | |||
immediately barked, "Foul. Come on, Justin that's one and two. You have | |||
to hit the next one." | |||
"I got it," said J.C. Swinging fiercely in practice, J.C. took stance. | |||
This one from Jerran came in a little high, but when the bat cracked it, | |||
it went rolling, a grounder. J.C. tossed the bat, and bolted for 1st. | |||
The grounder rolled to the right of Jerran, who in a blur seemed to | |||
turn, dive for the rolling ball, scoop it up, turn again, and throw it | |||
to the crewman covering first, all in one motion. The crewman caught it | |||
as J.C. dove for the base. Everyone grew quiet, and turned to Bat. He | |||
stood, shook his head, "Out!". J.C. got up, brushed himself off. He | |||
walked back to Bat, and stopped. Almost nose to nose, J.C. stared at | |||
Bat, and smiled a boyish grin, "Good call, umpire", and kicked some dirt | |||
onto the umpire, then ran for the bench and replicator for a drink. | |||
"Hey, is that legal?", grinned the Ump. Reaching their 'teams' bench, | |||
the CEO, Lt. Koreth eyed J.C. as he sat down beside him. "Honorable | |||
attempt, Mr. Allard." | |||
"Uh, thank you, Sir." J.C. took off his cap... | |||
... CPO Tamarov wiped his forehead. The first ball he had swung at and | |||
missed. He let the next three go by, luckily getting three balls from | |||
Jerran. One more and the FCO would walk him. Lt. Jenn had hit the home | |||
run, and Mr. Allard had almost gotten on base, but got out. The next one | |||
came almost outside to the right, but the end of the bat connected, | |||
sending the ball up high to left field. Alex tore off for 1st, almost | |||
forgetting to drop the bat behind him. The red shirt crewman in left | |||
field ran to get the ball, but not fast enough, as in bounced mere feet | |||
from him. He scooped it up, and tossed it to the Shortstop-Doctor. Alex | |||
made it to first, but eyeing the approaching wolf with ball-in-glove, | |||
banished any thoughts Alex had at all of reaching second.... | |||
Submitted,<br> | |||
Mike Dailey<br> | |||
Splatter2@qtm.net<br> | |||
Lieutenant J.G., J.C. Allard SEC-TAC - USS FEYNMAN - SILVER FLEET<br> | |||
Lieutenant D'doj Zzawj Ckorji, MD [Pending reassignment] INDIGO FLEET<br> | |||
<nowiki>******** | |||
* NRPG * | |||
********</nowiki> | |||
...Kinda long, but I had a to get in my turn at the ole 'tank' | |||
...Sorry I had both J.C. and Alex at bat right away, but I wanted to get | |||
them both done. Didn't mean to cut in on anyone. | |||
Ted, LOVED your post. I still can picture it in my mind, laughing.... I | |||
LOVE IT! | |||
Andy, need swimming lessons? | |||
Cheers all!<br> | |||
Mike<br> | |||
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Small Talk</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by | |||
Andrew Catterick 10-17-1996</h4> | |||
SD: 81017.1100<br> | |||
MD: 3.1300<br> | |||
Scene: Lakeside Park, Holodeck 3<br> | |||
Zane had opted to play left field and now three innings into the | |||
game he was regretting the choice. After the intial flurry of activity | |||
that had stated it off it had settled, like most baseball games eventually | |||
do, into a rather slow pace. The fact that no one had hit anything out to | |||
left field didn't help. Fortunately he had a good view of the adjacent | |||
field where a large group were playing what someone had told him was | |||
frisbee football. This seemed much more interesting and definetly more | |||
exciting. At least there was running involved. With a grunt he flung his | |||
head down towards the ground. | |||
"Do I even want to know?" Bat asked as walked up from the edge of | |||
the field to find Zane bent over, his left cheek parallel with the grass. | |||
"No." The Captain replied firmly. "What are you doing on the | |||
field? We are in the middle of a game." | |||
The bartender snorted. "Yeah I've been watching, just been chaos | |||
out here for you. I noticed that you didn't get a chance to eat so I | |||
brought you this." He held up a very large sausage smothered in a number | |||
of toppings, some of which Zane didn't recognize. A few more light taps | |||
to the right side of his head and then he stood accepting the food. | |||
"Thanks. Nothing worse then getting water stuck in your ears." | |||
"A popcorn kernal at the back of your throat?" Bat offered before | |||
grimacing as he watched Chief Larocque jump up to catch a high frisbee and | |||
then come crashing down on his back. "Or that." He added. Zane nodded. | |||
"The dunk tank was a good idea. Loosened everyone up." He took a | |||
big bite of the sausage. "Next time ask me first." | |||
"Now we both know you would have agreed to it so why waste the | |||
time." Bat said with a grin. "Uh your up." | |||
"What?" Zane asked before following Bat's pointed finger to the | |||
high fly ball heading his way. "Here!" He said as he handed Bat the half | |||
eaten sausage and jogged off to get underneath the ball. It was a high | |||
one with not a lot of speed to it so, exhausted, it sank like a rock and | |||
was easily caught. A quick throw to second and Zane returned to Bat. | |||
"I was just talking with Ensign Lee. She seems to be a good kid, | |||
still a little nervous though." Bat continued as he handed back the | |||
sausage. | |||
"Well its her first cruise, that's to be expected. She seem | |||
satisfied with today's results?" | |||
"So far. She got all clinical on me but the gist of it was | |||
everyone is relaxing and having fun. Its also helping the new crew | |||
intergrate in with the old." The old bartender waved over towards the | |||
lively game of frisbee football. | |||
Zane laughed. "You never were the clincal type." | |||
"Why waste your time with 15 letter words. Say what you mean and | |||
get on with it...." His voice trailed off as he watched the action on the | |||
infield. "Well thats it." | |||
Zane gestured towards the bench. "Shall we?" | |||
As the two men walked towards Zane's team's bench the conversation | |||
turned towards the upcoming mission. "Any thoughts on what your going to | |||
find out there?" Bat asked. | |||
"A lot of very small debris if what the survivors told Fleet are | |||
accurate. I'm actually surprised any of the escape pods made it past the | |||
ships explosion. Must've been a rocky ride." | |||
"Ever been through pod ejection?" Bat asked. | |||
"Only on the holodeck." | |||
"It ain't alot of fun." Bat unconsciously rubbed a shoulder that | |||
had popped last time he had ejected. "I can't see there being much | |||
information left to find. Surely the two rescue ships did a thorough | |||
search." The retired Starfleet officer prodded for information. He | |||
understood he was no longer 'in the loop' anymore and he hated it. | |||
"Well they did but it was the GHENT and the WESTPHALIA that | |||
repsonded." Zane replied in answer. | |||
"They're both diplomatic ships." Bat said with a nod. "Not | |||
much in the way of scientific equipment or personnel." | |||
"No. But the FEYNMAN on the other hand...." He shrugged. "Still | |||
I don't expect to find a 'smoking gun' but some info on the weapon type | |||
used, something about their drive system, maybe even a trail to follow. | |||
I'm sure we'll find something." | |||
"Well are you two still friends?" A new voice entered the | |||
picture. | |||
Bat chuckled. "I guess. Just don't tell anyone, I've got my | |||
reputation to consider." | |||
Krysa grinned. "Nice catch." | |||
Zane returned the smile and held her glance. "Nice hit." | |||
Bat raised an eyebrow. | |||
Zane turned to face his gathering team as Krysa jogged off to her | |||
position. "Ok who's up?" | |||
"The Terrifying Tamarian!" Jerran shouted out before making a | |||
show of handing the FO his bat. "Your weapon sire." | |||
<<<NRPG>> | |||
So how's the game going? Want to keep going or arrive and get to work? | |||
Respectfully,<br> | |||
Andy<br> | |||
-Captain 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: Who Won?</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Kristen Gant 10-17-1996</h4> | |||
Stardate: 81017.1912<br> | |||
Scene: Holodeck<br> | |||
Krysa took her spot on the field as Commander Maril stepped up to | |||
bat. Lt. Meleah took her position at the pitchers mound throwing the | |||
ball up in down in her right had as she eyed the FO. | |||
She threw her first pitch, which whizzed by the Tamarian hitting Lt. | |||
Koreth in his catchers padding, and knocking the breath out of him. | |||
"Are you alright, Lt.?" Meleah called. | |||
Koreth, who was immediately shooing away those that reached to help | |||
him up, sputtered out, "I'm fine!" | |||
"Perhaps I should slow the next one down a bit," called the android. | |||
Koreth growled and said, "That will not be necessary." He quickly | |||
moved to his catchers position. | |||
Maril muttered back at the engineer, "Speak for yourself," as he | |||
prepared to attempt to hit the Science Officer's next pitch. | |||
Despite Koreth's statement that slowing down the ball would not be | |||
necessary, Meleah apparently decided it would be best, as her next | |||
pitch did not whizz by quite so quickly, and Koreth was easily able | |||
to catch it as Maril swung the bat connecting with nothing but air. | |||
Maril, prepared the next time for Meleah's change in tactic, made a | |||
beautiful hit in Krysa's general direction. In an instant Krysa | |||
charged for the ball and was very close to making a perfect catch | |||
were it not for a small imperfection in the field where she ran. She | |||
tripped, falling gracefully, but missing the ball. She jumped up and | |||
gave chase, quickly recapturing the ball and throwing it to second | |||
base where Maril was closing in. | |||
Unfortunately for Krysa's team, she was not fast enough and Maril | |||
made it to the base safe. As Krysa moved back to her spot, brushing | |||
the dirt off, she noticed Bat smiling at her. She waved at him and he | |||
grinned, waving back. There was something in his eye, that made her | |||
take a second look. But he'd already turned and headed back to his | |||
grill where several of the crew were standing demanding more of his | |||
tantalizing specialties. | |||
She turned her attention back to the game, chalking the odd look up | |||
to her imagination and soon forgetting all about it, as Terri stepped | |||
up to the plate. "If Krysa can do this .. so can I," he called | |||
cheerfully out to where the Ops officer stood. | |||
Krysa grinned, "Go ahead and try, fly-boy." | |||
"Just don't trip this time," he grinned, and Krysa chuckled. It felt | |||
good to be able to laugh and joke with her friends. After the | |||
drastic changes that had gone on in her life over the past several | |||
months, it felt really good to simply relax. As she pondered this, | |||
her gaze fell on the Captain waiting on the bench for his turn at | |||
bat, chatting amiably with his teammates. | |||
Her attention was drawn back to the game at hand as she heard the | |||
ball crack against Jerran's bat. She looked quickly and was thankful | |||
it was headed to the other side of the field, as she was in no | |||
position to run for it. | |||
*** | |||
Krysa sat at one of the table with a glass of lemonade as Lt. Allard | |||
walked by, "Good game, Lt.," he said gallantly. | |||
"Yes, it was," she grinned, slapping his out stretched hand. | |||
She heard the voice behind her. "Aren't you eating, Krysa?" asked Bat | |||
taking a seat next to her. | |||
"I've already eaten, Bat. Do you want me to get as big as a house?" | |||
she laughed. | |||
"You haven't eaten very much, young lady. It's not like you," he said | |||
with a smirk, "One might think you had other things on your mind." | |||
She eyed him, "No, not really. What do you have on your mind?" | |||
"Me? Nothing. Just making sure my customers are happy," he said, | |||
spying the Captain, he called, "Hey Zee, come on over here and tell | |||
your second officer that I always make sure my customers are happy." | |||
Zane threw the Officer-turned-Barkeep an odd look but stepped up to | |||
the table where the two sat, "Happy customers, Bat? You?" he | |||
chuckled. | |||
"Sit down, boy, don't make me look up at you. Strains my neck muscles | |||
." | |||
Zane looked at Krysa who shrugged. Pulling out a chair he sat down, | |||
keeping an eye on Bat. | |||
"I was just telling Krysa that .. Hey," he called toward the grill | |||
where Lt. Koroth and Lt. Meleah were standing. The Klingon and the | |||
android turned to look at Bat, not any less confused then the couple | |||
sitting at the table with him, "Excuse me," he said to Krysa and | |||
Zane, "I've gotta keep my grill out of the hands of those officers of | |||
yours." He was off in a flash, leaving the two staring after him. | |||
"What's with him?" Zane asked. | |||
"Beats me," answered Krysa. | |||
Regards,<br> | |||
Lt. Krysa Jenn<br> | |||
****<br> | |||
NRPG: I don't know who won, anyone else wanna venture a guess :} This | |||
doesn't mean that we can't continue the game if anyone wants. It | |||
simply means that I am not very good at sports writing, so I had to | |||
move on or it would be a very *bad* post :} | |||
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: Vengence On Her Mind</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Kristen Gant 10-18-1996</h4> | |||
Stardate: 81018.0221<br> | |||
Shuttle Port on Cait<br> | |||
"Ma'am, the shuttle will be leaving for Dexertos III in 10 minutes," | |||
said the young man. | |||
The green-skinned woman stood gracefully, turning to face him. "Thank | |||
you, sir." He accent was thick and, and her voice deep, "My family | |||
will be most appreciative that you were able to get this shuttle for | |||
me on such short notice." | |||
"Of course, Lady Elise. I'm only sorry that we did not know earlier | |||
that you were coming so that we could have had less confusion for | |||
you." The man was bending over backwards to impress the woman, "I | |||
wish I had a more comfortable shuttle for you. But it would be quite | |||
a wait .." | |||
"That's quite alright," she said quickly, smiling kindly at him, | |||
"It's my fault. Please do not blame yourselves." | |||
"You are too kind. Please do tell your father that we will be more | |||
then willing to shuttle you around anytime you need." | |||
"I will." She stood and headed toward the shuttle. The man grabbed | |||
her bags and followed her quickly. The woman maintained her calm | |||
exterior but inside she was bubbling with laughter. Things were going | |||
much better then expected despite the FEYNMAN Captain's attempt to | |||
thwart her at every turn. First being escorted off the starship and | |||
then immediately off the base! She had been infuriated and it had | |||
almost ruined everything. Luckily she was able to get the shuttle to | |||
take her to Cait where she quickly found what she needed to finish | |||
her ensemble and her disguise, which included a slight facial | |||
prosthesis and skin dyeing. | |||
She'd also been able to get in touch with her contact on EPSILON, who | |||
told her things were all ready for her to head to Dexertos III. The | |||
Dexertosian Premiere's only daughter was on a holiday, and had become | |||
a prime target for her associates. There would be no foul ups this | |||
time. There was no way they would find out she wasn't whom she | |||
appeared to be. This time the original had been eliminated. Not to | |||
mention, this time she was not working with an unstable man with a | |||
vendetta against Starfleet. If she played her cards right, Starfleet | |||
wouldn't be anywhere near this time. | |||
She took her seat on the commercial shuttle headed toward her next | |||
job on Dexertos III. The Dexertosians had only been admitted to the | |||
Federation for a little less then a year. The green-skinned humanoids | |||
were known for their pleasant and friendly nature, as well as for | |||
their planet's rich deposits of several very useful minerals. Her | |||
associates were very interested in getting an inside seat to the | |||
planetary government. | |||
*** | |||
As the shuttle approached the planet, the woman was distracted by the | |||
sight of a Starfleet Vessel docked at the small starbase orbiting | |||
Dexertos III. "What's a Starfleet Vessel doing here?" | |||
The pilot smiled at her, "It's because of you ma'am. Seems your | |||
father became concerned by you absence and sent your picture to | |||
Starfleet to find you. You showed up on Cait just in time. I do | |||
believe your father was .." | |||
She interrupted him, "He sent my picture to Starfleet?" | |||
"Yes, just in case the worst .." the man continued to drone on but | |||
the woman's mind was whirling. There was no way .. She would just | |||
have to play it cool and hope things were well in hand. She wasn't | |||
willing to accept that fact that she had two failed jobs in a row! | |||
"Could you contact my father. I would like to speak to him." | |||
"Of course, Lady Elise." The pilot said quickly. "Shuttle Holiday to | |||
Dexertos III. Lady Elise would like to speak to the Premiere." | |||
<Hold please, Shuttle Holiday.> | |||
Soon a the Planetary logo on the screen was replaced by and | |||
white-haired, green-skinned man. <Elise, Elise are you there?> | |||
"I'm here, Father." she said. | |||
<Oh my girl, I've been so worried. You did not check in when you | |||
reached Thrantid as you were supposed to.> | |||
"I know, and I apologize. I was so caught up in the spectacular | |||
sights. And it had been a long trip." | |||
<Darling, there are Starfleet security here who must check you out.> | |||
the man said frowning slightly. | |||
"What do you mean?" she asked. | |||
<It seems there may be a problem with someone trying to impersonate | |||
you.> | |||
"Me?" she asked innocently, but already her mind was whirling about | |||
how she was going to get out of this mess. The only way they could | |||
know was if someone on the FEYNMAN sent her picture. So much for | |||
Starfleet's word! It was probably that doctor! He certainly hadn't | |||
seemed very trustworthy, and now she had the proof! He would pay for | |||
this! | |||
Regards,<br> | |||
______<br> | |||
****<br> | |||
NRPG: Just for your information, actually. I thought I'd time in | |||
Ted's little trick :} Hmm, can Glin'khar handle a woman out for | |||
revenge?! | |||
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 Harvest</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by | |||
Andrew Catterick 10-19-1996</h4> | |||
SD: 81019.0100<br> | |||
Command and Control Center,<br> | |||
Central Command, Arlichu District<br> | |||
Ryuli Confederacy<br> | |||
Klisi<br> | |||
The Commander-in-Chief stormed from his office, his eyes locked on | |||
the electronic board that convered the entire north wall. "I want to know | |||
what the hell is going on and I want to NOW!" He screamed out in | |||
frustration and with the creeping realization that it was something very | |||
wrong. | |||
All eyes in the large room glued themselves to the glow of their | |||
monitors save for one pair. Colonel Utimba climbed up the three stairs to | |||
the command level and faced his general. He gestured to the north-east | |||
quadrant on the early warning board. "They entered into orbit | |||
approximately 4 minutes and thirty-two seconds ago." | |||
"How many?" The general asked as his eyes scanned the readouts | |||
around the room. All armed forces were on high alert, interceptors were | |||
in the air and all their nuclear forces had been put on a thirty minute | |||
countdown. | |||
"12 small and one large, the small ones could hold 10 of our | |||
carriers and the large one could easily hold the 12 small ones." | |||
The general turned, shock clearly on his face. "The Republic?" | |||
It was obvious that their terrestial enemy could not be responsible so | |||
Utimba took the question as it was meant. "Like us they are on high | |||
alert, missiles on line, nucs in the air and boomers going deep." | |||
The general swore and lifted the receiver from the desk. "Get me | |||
the First Minister. | |||
<nowiki>___________________</nowiki> | |||
Cut to orbit scene: | |||
Hovering protectively over its offspring the primary watched as | |||
it's progeny slid away in a space borne ballet they had performed many | |||
times before. Soon they had postioned themselves in orbit, an equal | |||
distance from each other. With a single 'click' from the mother ship all | |||
fired as one. | |||
<nowiki>________________</nowiki> | |||
Flag Bridge, TRS BRILLIANT<br> | |||
Ifixci Ocean<br> | |||
Admiral Coheis leaned back into her high backed chair and | |||
savored the smell emanating from her steaming mug of hilati. It was | |||
about the only thing she was enjoying this cold rainy morning. Whoever | |||
the genius back at fleet was who ordered an unscheduled training op in the | |||
middle of the winter storm season was going to get a foot up his backside | |||
when the fleet put into port in 3 weeks. Full alert indeed! World | |||
tension was the calmest it'd been in over 15 years and even those crazy | |||
Ryuli's wouldn't lauch a sneak attack through this muck. | |||
She raised her viewscope to her eyes and looked through the | |||
bridge's main windshield, its wipers carelessly flinging sleet from the | |||
glass in all directions. On the deck the last of the all-weather | |||
interceptors had been launched. To the east, the missile cruiser STALWART | |||
bobbed up and down on the rough scenes. "I'll have someone's head for | |||
this." She fumed to herself. | |||
"Sir?" A officer within earshot asked. | |||
"Mind your station commander." She answered curtly before taking | |||
a sip from her mug. | |||
"Aye sir." | |||
Coheis turned back to stare out the window at the STALWART, her | |||
attention caught by the wild flashing of one of it signal lamps. Thirty | |||
years ago when she had graduated from the Naval Academy she had been | |||
assigned as a communications officer so, although a little rusty, she had | |||
little problem deciphering the flashes. It was obviously not an | |||
offically communique and she wondered idely what her own ships | |||
lamper would report to his superior when pressed for what the STALWART had | |||
sent. Probably something along the lines of 'all's well.' After all | |||
thats what she used to tell her superior when she had been the one | |||
standing out in the cold and the rain busily complaining to her comrades | |||
on the other ships. She smiled at the memory. | |||
"Admiral!" Captain Kiloc shouted out as he bounded up the stairs | |||
from the control center. Coheis didn't like the tone and her eyes flashed | |||
to the radar displays. Strangely they were blank. "All satellite | |||
communications have been cut, we've lost our eyes!" | |||
Damn! "Signal the fleet to flank and come about to port, heading | |||
due north." The order was punctured by a blazing light to port followed | |||
almost instaneously by a deafening blast. All heads turned. The STALWART | |||
was gone. | |||
The Admiral jumped from her chair. "Order all ships weapons | |||
free!" It was the last thing she ever said. | |||
<nowiki>***** ***** ***** *****</nowiki> | |||
They came by the thousands. Large, black, square drop ships each | |||
carrying a hundred warriors. They simply fell from the sky, an easy | |||
target for the defenders guns. But even the precision fire could not stop | |||
them all. They couldn't even stop enough. | |||
Around the planet the drop ships landed and the warriors emerged. | |||
They marched outward destroying everything in their path, soldier and | |||
civilian, the strong and the weak. The defenders fought bravely but | |||
inevitably they were overwhelmed. | |||
<nowiki>__________________</nowiki> | |||
Government House<br> | |||
Ryuli Confederacy<br> | |||
The First Minister sat at his desk the explosions from the | |||
compound wringing in his ears. Six hours! It was all over in six hours. | |||
How could that be? Gun fire erupted down the hall. They were coming. | |||
Soon it was in his outer office and he stood, steadying himself for the | |||
inevitable. He would surrender to save his people. | |||
The door burst open and his four security officers drew their | |||
weapons and were vapourised immediately. The aliens strode in and the | |||
minister tried to keep his face impassive at the sight of them. The | |||
largest of the group approached him and in some indecipherable language | |||
spoke. His voice crackled in reply and before he could finish the | |||
sentence the alien leader struck out at him knocking him to the floor. | |||
The leader turned to its soldiers and 'clicked' some orders before | |||
heading back down the hallway from which it arrived. The soldiers moved | |||
on the First Minister and as his agonizing screams rang out they | |||
began to feed. | |||
<<<NRPG>>> | |||
Now aren't they a pleasant bunch... | |||
Don't worry they're no where near us or where we may end up...but | |||
there are always other missions! | |||
Respectfully,<br> | |||
Andy<br> | |||
-Captain 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: Arrival</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by | |||
Andrew Catterick 10-19-1996</h4> | |||
SD: 81019.0900<br> | |||
MD: 3.1645<br> | |||
Scene: Lakeside Park, Holodeck 3<br> | |||
The afternoon was drawing to a close. With most of the sports | |||
activities over the FEYNMAN crew had assembled itself into small pockets | |||
of conversation and quiet laughter. For his part Zane chose to unwind | |||
alone. He had a lot to think about and after wandering from group to | |||
group to make sure everyone was relaxing he found himself strolling along | |||
the pebble strewn beach. He stopped near an old log and sifted through | |||
the rocks to find a handful of smooth flat ones. It had been along time | |||
since he tried....His first toss saw the rock plunk unceremoniuosly into | |||
an approaching wave but soon he had reaquired his skill and was closing in | |||
on his alltime record of skips. Part of his mind carefully analyzed wave | |||
frquency, trajectory, the weight of the rock and acceleration but the rest | |||
just thought back to boyhood days and whether or not there were any | |||
holographic water spiders he could try to bomb with bigger rocks. He | |||
smiled at the memory but the smile slowly faded as he watched a rock sink | |||
to the bottom and the captain in him reminded him of the coming unknowns. | |||
[Brige to Captain Zane.] | |||
"Zane here." | |||
[We're leaving Federation space sir.] | |||
"Time?" The captain asked as one of his rocks skipped 7 times | |||
befroe being devoured by a rolling wave. | |||
[16:50 sir] | |||
They were 22 minutes ahead of schedule, he'd have to commend | |||
Koreth and his team. "Very well. Maintain the sensor sweeps and course | |||
and speed. Zane out." | |||
And so it began. | |||
<nowiki>_________________</nowiki><br> | |||
MD: 4.1135<br> | |||
Scene: Bridge<br> | |||
"Captain we're approaching the SERAPIS' location." Jerran | |||
announced from the helm. | |||
"Secure from warp, ahead full impulse." | |||
"Full impulse aye." The FCO replied as his fingers danced across | |||
his board. | |||
Zane spun in his chair to face tactical. "Lt. Allard?" | |||
"Sensors show no other ships in the vicinity. I am picking up a | |||
large debris field at 325 mark 78." | |||
Zane spun back. "Lt. Jenn?" | |||
"No unknown readings. Bringing the DELPHI Array to bear. All | |||
sensor gathering systems online." | |||
"ETA Mr. Jerran?" Commadner Maril asked. | |||
"Seventeen minutes to the edge of the debris field." | |||
"Hold at 1000km." The FO ordered. | |||
"Ok people lets get to work." | |||
<<<NRPG>>> | |||
Ok gang you heard the Captain, start investigating. | |||
Respectfully,<br> | |||
Andy<br> | |||
-Captain 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: Engineering</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Jason Bostjancic 10-2-1996</h4> | |||
SD: 81019<br> | |||
MD: 4.1120<br> | |||
Although orders 'demanded' his presence at Bat's holodeck | |||
baseball game, Tarrant had decided instead to prepare for the | |||
work ahead. Last time they had a game, his arm was in a sling | |||
due to his battle with a changeling... | |||
The Serapis was a large ship, and from the reports | |||
of how she was destroyed, the debris field would be huge. | |||
He and his staff had been mulling over the best way to go | |||
through the wreckage. | |||
"Sir, announced Ens. Dunnon, we are approaching the | |||
debris field... Delphi is being initiated by the bridge." | |||
Tarrant nodded. "All required power to the Delphi, I want | |||
two men on that system round the clock. We'll be putting | |||
in overtime with it, and we need to keep her cool." | |||
"Tarrant to Bridge" | |||
<Bridge here, what is it Lieutenant?> Came Zane's voice. | |||
"I'd like to suggest a combined effort of the Delphi and | |||
Shuttlecrafts to go through the debris field. It would require | |||
those with a class 4 or above rating to navigate the less | |||
dense areas... but it could save us some time." | |||
NRPG: | |||
The answer...? | |||
Sorry so short, but I'm trying to get back into the swing again. | |||
Midterms bombarded me last week - Oh and I vote Yellow's win ;) | |||
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: Into the Debris</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Kristen Gant 10-23-1996</h4> | |||
Stardate: 81023.1023<br> | |||
Scene: Bridge<br> | |||
MD: 4.1200<br> | |||
>Jerran raised an eyebrow and said, somewhat disbelieving himself, | |||
"Yes, sir." He then turned to the Ops station and said, "Care to join me, | |||
LT Jenn? I could use a decent copilot on the NOGURA." | |||
"Only if you promise not to get yourself knocked out this time?" she | |||
grinned. | |||
He nodded with a chuckle and the two stood and headed for the | |||
turbolift on their way to the shuttlebay. | |||
"Be careful," she heard Zane say as they walked by him. | |||
"Oh course, sir," said Jerran. Krysa met Zane's eyes briefly and | |||
nodded before following Jerran into the turbolift. | |||
As the turbolift doors closed, Jerran began to explain how he would | |||
like | |||
the mission to run and what he wanted Krysa to do, but Krysa's mind | |||
wandered back to the Captain's dark eyes, which had been full of | |||
concern, | |||
though the mission was a relatively simple one. Despite the fact that | |||
she'd | |||
had been overly cautious the past couple of days about using her | |||
empathy, | |||
she had been able to read his concern. The eyes were much harder to | |||
disguise, and despite his usually stoic demeanor, the captain's eyes | |||
were | |||
very expressive. | |||
"Krysa, are you listening to me?" came the voice of the FCO. | |||
She turned to look at him, and began to nod slightly, then shook her | |||
head. | |||
"I'm sorry, Terri, I was distracted. What were you saying?" | |||
Jerran looked at her with narrowed eyes, "You'll have to do better | |||
then that when we're on the shuttle. I don't want to crash into any of the | |||
debris out there." | |||
Krysa chuckled, "I'll be right with you, I promise." | |||
"Okay, I'll go over this one more time. I should be able to handle | |||
most of | |||
the flying while you man the sensors. Particularly when it comes to | |||
small | |||
pieces of debris I might miss. In this kind of debris field, | |||
sometimes the | |||
smallest pieces can be the most deadly." | |||
Krysa nodded, she could do that with no problem. This was going to be | |||
fairly routine debris check and they shouldn't run into any problems. | |||
As they boarded the runabout, Krysa took her seat and began to check | |||
the | |||
readiness of the sensors as Jerran did a preflight check. Within a | |||
short | |||
time they were ready to go and Jerran was calling the flight deck to | |||
get | |||
clearance to depart. | |||
<You have clearance, sir.> | |||
"Excellent," said Jerran with a wink at Krysa as he gently urged the | |||
runabout off the floor of the shuttlebay and out the shuttlebay | |||
doors. | |||
"This is the runabout Nogura, we are on our way and will intercept | |||
the debris field in 12 minutes." | |||
Krysa had already began her scans as the runabout sped toward the | |||
debris | |||
field. She picked up the readings of the other shuttles as they made | |||
their | |||
way to different areas of the debris field, but so far their were | |||
little to | |||
no readings from the field itself. | |||
Regards,<br> | |||
Lt. Krysa Jenn<br> | |||
****<br> | |||
NRPG: Well it gets us out into the debris :} I'm having some problems | |||
with | |||
our server line, so I'm having to dial into a line where it costs us | |||
extra | |||
money, so I can't stay on long. So I hope I'm not crossposting | |||
anyone.. if | |||
so forgive, please :} | |||
Kristen<br> | |||
<nowiki>************************************************</nowiki> | |||
.^. Kristen Gant<br> | |||
.-----' `-----. (AKA: Lt. Krysa Jenn<br> | |||
| [##' `##] | Cmdr. Ainese Kev<br> | |||
`---' __ `---' Capt. Gabriel Faison<br> | |||
| .-' `. | Dr. Janna Swansen<br> | |||
|' `| Ens. Roana Shan)<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: A Grisly Job</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by | |||
Andrew Catterick 10-24-1996</h4> | |||
SD: 81024.1300<br> | |||
MD: 4.1200<br> | |||
Scene: Bridge<br> | |||
> >Jerran raised an eyebrow and said, somewhat disbelieving himself, "Yes,<br> | |||
> sir." He then turned to the Ops station and said, "Care to join me, LT<br> | |||
> Jenn? I could use a decent copilot on the NOGURA."<br> | |||
><br> | |||
> "Only if you promise not to get yourself knocked out this time?" she grinned.<br> | |||
><br> | |||
> He nodded with a chuckle and the two stood and headed for the turbolift on<br> | |||
> their way to the shuttlebay.<br> | |||
><br> | |||
> "Be careful," she heard Zane say as they walked by him.<br> | |||
><br> | |||
> "Oh course, sir," said Jerran. Krysa met Zane's eyes briefly and nodded<br> | |||
The first officer looked over to the Captain and smiled. "Those | |||
two together in one shuttle..." | |||
Zane chuckled. "I know." | |||
"Perhaps we should move the ship a little farther away from the | |||
debris." Maril offered. Zane just smiled in response before turning back | |||
towards the viewscreen to watch the debris slow spin by. It was an eerie | |||
sight. | |||
Zane remained silent as the bridge crew quietly worked around him. | |||
All were busy and once again he found himself wishing he had had a | |||
stronger aptitude for science. Unfortunately it was not to be so he | |||
contented himself with the tactical scanners that he had called up on his | |||
armrest console. Nothing within scanning range, but he wondered grimly | |||
what might be over the 'horizon'. | |||
"All shuttles away sir." Allard announced. | |||
"On screen." Zane ordered. The magnified debris field flashed to | |||
glinting reflections of light from near by stars as the four FEYNMAN | |||
shuttles came into view. Almost immediately the lead shuttle, NOGURA, | |||
launched itself into a tight series of barrel rolls. Zane looked over at | |||
Maril who gave him an 'I told you so' look. | |||
"Helm plot a course that circles the debris field, 1/2 impulse." | |||
"Half impulse aye." | |||
<nowiki>___________________________</nowiki><br> | |||
MD:4.1400<br> | |||
Scene: Main Cargo Bay, Deck 17<br> | |||
For the past few hours he had remained on the bridge watching the | |||
wreckage that had once been SERAPIS float by. In actual fact he had no | |||
desire to stray far from the bridge considering the reason they were here. | |||
But having a received a rather ominous, 'Sir we've got something down here | |||
you'll want to see' he had made his way down into the bowels of the ship. | |||
While the bridge and science departments scanned the wreckage with | |||
the DELPHI array and Jerran and Jenn led a closer inspection with the | |||
shuttles, the engineering department was beaming pieces of debris onto the | |||
FEYNMAN at random for a more thorough investigation. When Zane strode | |||
throught the parting heavy doors of the cargo bay he walked into what | |||
looked like barely controlled chaos. | |||
The deck, strewn with pieces of the ship was a grim sight and one | |||
that the Captain found surprising. As expected there were large fragments | |||
of ripped and torn hull, twisted and deformed by the force of the attack | |||
and the later explosion. But was not expected were the personal effects | |||
scattered throughout the room. A chair here, a book there, a child's toy. | |||
For not the first time Zane thanked the gods that the FEYNMAN had not been | |||
the first ship on the scene. The unlucky crews of the GHENT and | |||
WESTPHALIA had been the one's who had had to retrieve the physical remains | |||
of the crew that had not survived but whose bodies had not been | |||
vapourised. And if that had not been bad enough all the remains had had | |||
to be examined in the hopes of finding a clue as to what had happened to | |||
the SERAPIS. | |||
"Excuse me sir." Koreth's deep voice broke his thoughts and he | |||
he put the doll back down on the table. | |||
"Any results so far?" | |||
"No sir. We want to retrieve a little more of the debris. | |||
Another hour or so and we should have a good cross section to examine. | |||
After that it will depend on what there is to find." | |||
<<Jason: Fill in any technobabble stuff that may fit>> | |||
"So what have you got for me?" He asked. | |||
"We found this embedded in the back of a piece of what looks to be | |||
a bridge console." Koreth lifted a square plaque up from a workbench. | |||
Zane took it from the engineer and stared down at it for a few | |||
seconds. "SERAPIS' dedication plaque." His finger traced the ships motto | |||
etched along the bottom. 'I have not yet begun to fight.' <nowiki>*How ironic.*</nowiki> | |||
Zane thought bitterly. "Thank you Mr. Koreth." He said quietly. | |||
"Anything else?" | |||
"No sir." | |||
"Very well I'll let you get back to your work." Turning he | |||
headed back to the bridge. The plague would be kept in his ready-room | |||
until the FEYNMAN returned to EPSILON and he could turn it over to the | |||
admiral and inevitably the SILVER memorial chapel. | |||
Respectfully,<br> | |||
Andy<br> | |||
-Captain 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: What Have We Here?</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Michael "Mike" Dailey 10-26-1996</h4> | |||
SD: 81026<br> | |||
MD:4.1135<br> | |||
Scene: Bridge<br> | |||
> "Captain we're approaching the SERAPIS' location." Jerran<br> | |||
> announced from the helm.<br> | |||
><br> | |||
> "Secure from warp, ahead full impulse."<br> | |||
><br> | |||
> "Full impulse aye." The FCO replied as his fingers danced across<br> | |||
> his board.<br> | |||
><br> | |||
> Zane spun in his chair to face tactical. "Lt. Allard?"<br> | |||
><br> | |||
> "Sensors show no other ships in the vicinity. I am picking up a<br> | |||
> large debris field at 325 mark 78."<br> | |||
><br> | |||
> Zane spun back. "Lt. Jenn?"<br> | |||
><br> | |||
> "No unknown readings. Bringing the DELPHI Array to bear. All<br> | |||
> sensor gathering systems online."<br> | |||
><br> | |||
> "ETA Mr. Jerran?" Commander Maril asked.<br> | |||
><br> | |||
> "Seventeen minutes to the edge of the debris field."<br> | |||
><br> | |||
> "Hold at 1000 km." The XO ordered.<br> | |||
><br> | |||
> "Ok people lets get to work."<br> | |||
J.C. hit the comm panel, "Bridge to SCPO Tamarov". | |||
"Tamarov here, Sir" replied the aCSO. "Just like we planned, Mr. | |||
Tamarov," ordered J.C. "Level 2 security alert. Have all of the squad | |||
commanders double the patrols, heavily armed. Extra teams in all | |||
sensitive areas around the clock, including here on the bridge. No | |||
surprises this mission, Mr. Tamarov." | |||
"Understood, Sir. Tamarov out." Too many things had gone wrong last | |||
mission, too many surprises. And J.C. didn't like surprises. Moments | |||
later, two officers appeared on the bridge, armed with rifle in hand and | |||
sidearm holstered. CPO T'Boc and PO1 Jerry Jonas came to attention. J.C. | |||
nodded them on their way, and they took their positions at opposite | |||
sides of the bridge, where they would have a clear view of anything and | |||
anyone. J.C. mentally pictured similar teams appearing in engineering, | |||
the shuttle bay, and other key areas. They would be ready this time. | |||
> > >Jerran raised an eyebrow and said, somewhat disbelieving himself, "Yes,<br> | |||
> > sir." He then turned to the OPS station and said, "Care to join me, LT<br> | |||
> > Jenn? I could use a decent copilot on the NOGURA."<br> | |||
> ><br> | |||
> > "Only if you promise not to get yourself knocked out this time?" she grinned.<br> | |||
> ><br> | |||
> > He nodded with a chuckle and the two stood and headed for the turbo lift on<br> | |||
> > their way to the shuttle bay<br> | |||
> ><br> | |||
> > "Be careful," she heard Zane say as they walked by him.<br> | |||
> ><br> | |||
> > "Oh course, sir," said Jerran. Krysa met Zane's eyes briefly and nodded<br> | |||
> > before following Jerran into the turbo lift<br> | |||
><br> | |||
> The first officer looked over to the captain and smiled. "Those<br> | |||
> two together in one shuttle..."<br> | |||
><br> | |||
> Zane chuckled. "I know."<br> | |||
><br> | |||
> "Perhaps we should move the ship a little farther away from the<br> | |||
> debris." Maril offered. Zane just smiled in response before turning back<br> | |||
> towards the view screen to watch the debris slow spin by. It was an eerie<br> | |||
> sight.<br> | |||
"All shuttles away sir." Allard announced. | |||
> "On screen." Zane ordered. The magnified debris field flashed to<br> | |||
> glinting reflections of light from near by stars as the four FEYNMAN<br> | |||
> shuttles came into view. Almost immediately the lead shuttle, NOGURA,<br> | |||
> launched itself into a tight series of barrel rolls. Zane looked over at<br> | |||
> Maril who gave him an 'I told you so' look.<br> | |||
><br> | |||
> "Helm plot a course that circles the debris field, 1/2 impulse."<br> | |||
><br> | |||
> "Half impulse aye."<br> | |||
"Captain, I recommend we launch a series of Class-7 long-range probes. | |||
Combine with the Delphi, and our shuttle teams, this should cover almost | |||
the entire sector." | |||
LCDR Maril turned, "Lt., wouldn't the probes be redundant of the | |||
shuttles?", asked the XO. | |||
"Not really, Sir. The shuttles will be concentrating on the immediate | |||
area of the salvage site and surrounding area. The long-range probes | |||
will actually extend the range of the Delphi array. In essence, an | |||
'early-warning' system for us, Sirs." Maril turned to Zane, who nodded. | |||
"Make it so, Mr. Allard" said Zane. | |||
"Aye, Sir. Six probes loaded....and launched. We've traded speed for | |||
extra sensitivity, so they're only traveling at .25 impulse. Optimum | |||
distance in approx. 8 minutes, Sir." | |||
"Very well, Lt." said Maril. J.C. kept a constant watch on the | |||
shuttles. The slightest hint of danger and he would tractor them back to | |||
the FEYNMAN. He took a deep breath. While the other departments took an | |||
active role in missions such as this, his department endured the endless | |||
waiting for something to happen, only to react to the unexpected. He had | |||
temporarily sent his three Cadets to aid LT. Meleah's department, where | |||
he thought they would do the most good. | |||
He eyed Jonas and T'Boc. Jerry Jonas, a Terran, was wiping the barrel | |||
of his rifle. T'Boc was glaring at some unknown point straight ahead, | |||
with the expressionless look Vulcan's have when in deep thought. J.C. | |||
sighed, and called up the systems diagnostics for the weapons controls | |||
for the third time this shift.... | |||
Submitted,<br> | |||
Mike Dailey<br> | |||
Splatter2@qtm.net<br> | |||
Lieutenant J.G., J.C. Allard SEC-TAC - USS FEYNMAN - SILVER FLEET<br> | |||
Lieutenant D'doj Zzawj Ckorji, MD OPS/2O - USS ELIZABETH BLACKWELL -SILVER FLEET<br> | |||
<nowiki>******** | |||
* NRPG * | |||
********</nowiki> | |||
...Just a little input from J.C. and company. Don't worry about T'Boc | |||
and Jonas. They won't shoot you... for now. <G> | |||
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Visitors From Beyond</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by | |||
Andrew Catterick 10-27-1996</h4> | |||
SD: 81027.2200<br> | |||
MD: 4.1800<br> | |||
Scene: Bridge<br> | |||
"Captain." The BETA aCSO broke the studious silence of the | |||
bridge. "We're picking up an approaching ship on one of our remote | |||
probes, bearing three-two-five mark one." | |||
"Red alert!" Maril ordered instantly and then made contact with | |||
Lt. Jenn on the NOGURA to warn her of the approaching ship. | |||
"Who is it?" Zane asked, hoping it was not SERAPIS' executioner | |||
returning to the scene of the crime. | |||
"Onscreen, full magnification." Zane ordered although the ship | |||
was still far enough away that it would be little more than a brighter | |||
than usual star. "Configuration?" | |||
"Long cylindrical hull, four large wings starting at 375 metres | |||
from the bow and extending out at a 45 degree angle for approximately 100 | |||
metres, mass, 1,900,00 metric tonnes. Heavily armed, armoured and | |||
shielded. All offensive and defensive systems online. Based on | |||
configuration and markings 80% certainty vessel is an Issahi warship | |||
comparable to a Federation heavy destroyer." | |||
"Helm plot an intercept course keeping us between the shuttles and | |||
the approaching vessel." | |||
"Aye sir," Kaz replied, "Coming to new course: four-five mark | |||
six-seven. Increasing speed to full impulse." | |||
"Patch me through to the NOGURA." | |||
"Channel open." | |||
[Seems we have some visitors.] Krysa announced matter-of-factly | |||
as her face appeared on the screen. | |||
"We think it's an Issahi warship but we're moving to intercept. | |||
Try to keep yourselves out of trouble." | |||
[We've got enough here to keep us busy. Don't worry about us | |||
sir. NOGURA out.] | |||
Maril leaned over towards Zane. "A friendly visit?" | |||
"Hope so. But weapons online isn't exactly a amicable opening." | |||
"We are being hailed. Voice only." Allard informed, he had | |||
arrived on the bridge seconds after the red alert had sounded. | |||
Zane raised an eyebrow. "Open a channel." | |||
[Identify yourself.] The alien voice demanded. | |||
"This is the Federation starship FEYNMAN. Identify <nowiki>*yourself*</nowiki>" | |||
Zane replied just as curtly. | |||
"We are now in weapons range." Allard said quietly enough for | |||
only the bridge crew to hear. Zane nodded in response. "The alien ship | |||
is now sending a video signal." | |||
"On screen." | |||
[[I am sub-commander Martin Ross of the Issahi Confederacy warship | |||
Vigil. You will state your purpose here.]] The human stood in what | |||
appeared to be the middle of the Vigil's bridge. Behind him a native | |||
Issahi sat staring coldly at the screen. He assumed him? to be the | |||
Captain. | |||
Zane decided to lay it all on the table. "This debris field is | |||
all that is left of the USS SERAPIS. Several days ago it was destroyed by | |||
an unknown force. We have been sent here to investigate." On the | |||
viewscreen both Human and Issahi remained impassive. Finally Ross spoke, | |||
[The mission of this ship?] The demanding tone was clearly evident. | |||
"SERAPIS was sent on a diplomatic mission to make contact with | |||
your government?" | |||
[Purpose?] | |||
"As a follow up to your visit to Starbase EPSILON. It was our | |||
hope to continue the dialogue you started with the desire to perhaps | |||
establish a realtionship which is mutually beneficial." | |||
The 'captain' of the Issahi ship barked out orders to Ross in a | |||
guttural language that the universal tranlator could not decipher. Ross | |||
replied and for a few seconds the two seemed to have a heated argument. A | |||
loud grunt from the Captain signified the conversation was over and Ross | |||
turned back to face the screen. [What is the result of your | |||
investigation?] | |||
"Its only in its preliminary stages," Zane replied, "as of yet | |||
there are no results." | |||
[Very well we will wait until your investigation is complete and | |||
then will escort you to our homeworld.] Again it sounded very much like | |||
an order. | |||
"I welcome the opportunity to visit your homeworld and I thank you | |||
for the opportunity to meet with your leaders. The investigation will | |||
take some time. Perhaps you and your Captain would like to join us on the | |||
FEYNMAN as an informal first step." | |||
[No.] The screen when blank. | |||
"A friendly bunch." Maril said somewhat miffed. | |||
"Well it does seem to be in-line with what little we know. I'd | |||
like to know what there discussion was about." | |||
"It did seem to be heated." The FO agreed. | |||
"Captain, the Issahi vessel has powered down its weapons but not | |||
shields." | |||
Zane looked out at the the dull grey hulled ship with the | |||
bright streaks of crimson on its wings. "Do the same Mr. Allard." | |||
<<<NRPG>>> | |||
Well lets not keep our 'friends' waiting, so if anyone's going to find | |||
something now would be a good time:) | |||
BTW, for those of you who played Wing Command III the Issahi ship | |||
resembles a Terran Confederacy Longbow bomber...just a bit bigger. | |||
Respectfully,<br> | |||
Andy<br> | |||
-Captain 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: Breakdown</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Jason Bostjancic 10-28-1996</h4> | |||
SD: 81028<br> | |||
MD: 4.1700<br> | |||
''"Chief Carden, I am sending down our preliminary findings. I want you to find out whether the substance | |||
''ytterbium, when used in a weapon such as a phaser beam or photon torpedo, could create a large enough explosion to'' ''destroy the Serapis. I also need to know whether there were any chemicals on board the Serapis which would'' | |||
''react to the presence of ytterbium. Cadet Bergmann, I need an in-depth analysis on whether ytterbium would be able to shield a warp core."'' | |||
As time and analysis continued, Science and Engineering eventually | |||
found themselves working together... particularly on the possible effects of | |||
ytterbium on the Serapis. | |||
Chief Carden and Ens. Dunnon were teamed up, and had been working | |||
on what a ytterbium weapon would do. But every report seemed to indicate | |||
that the substance wasn't a volatile one. The hull composition of the | |||
Serapis and her shields would have been able to stop such a weapon. | |||
But the mass of the substance was in such abundance that it had to | |||
have been used some how. | |||
Eventually, Meleah and Koreth found themselves in holodeck 2 going | |||
over the images Starfleet had put together.... which wasn't much. | |||
Most of it was model speculation based on the initial findings and what | |||
they could piece together from the Serapis data. | |||
"We've been unable to find any effect that Ytterbium would have | |||
on the composits which made up the Serapis's hull. Nor should such | |||
a phaser weapon have been able to go through the shields." | |||
If Tarrant hadn't known better, he would have thought Meleah was | |||
frustrated.... had she not been machine. He sure was. | |||
"But the hull debris from the Serapis on the port side has been nearly coated | |||
with it. It had to have been a weapon." | |||
Meleah shook her head. "No, My team has found no evidence that | |||
such a weapon would have any affect." | |||
Tarrant looked at the frozen simulation before him. Something just wasn't | |||
right. The Serapis was taken so easily... | |||
"Perhaps we are looking at this from too much of a - <nowiki>*traditional*</nowiki> point of | |||
view." Announced Meleah. | |||
"How do you mean." | |||
"We have looked into ytterbium as a weapon, like a phaser or torpedo. | |||
Something which works as our weapons.. causing breach type damage." | |||
Tarrant nodded and closed his eyes. "which means that, if ytterbium | |||
was used, it would have to be in a different way." | |||
"Assuming it's a weapon at all." Pointed out Meleah. | |||
Tarrant was convinced however that it was. His mind started trying to | |||
think of what systems were required by a starship. Warp Core.... engines.... | |||
shields... Nav. Deflector.... S.I.F. | |||
"The Structural Integrity Field" whispered Tarrant, his eyes still closed. | |||
"Lieutenant?" | |||
"What if ytterbium affects the SIF?" | |||
Meleah thought on it for a while. Our initial search did only include | |||
how it would affect the shields and hull in an energy or torpedo | |||
type aspect... it's a plausible theory." | |||
"Computer, download all known data concerning ytterbium and the | |||
Structural Integrity Field of the Starfleet Solar Class Vessels." | |||
<Working....... Download Complete> | |||
"Computer, show simulation of what gasseous state ytterbium would | |||
have on the Solar Class Vessel, primarily on the Structural Integrity | |||
System." | |||
<Working...... Simulation complete.> | |||
The holodeck image morphed again to show just a Solar class vessel. | |||
Then the computer allowed a ytterbium gas cloud to come into | |||
contact. There was no effect. | |||
Meleah piped in, "Computer, set Solar class vesel to run at 1/2 impulse.... | |||
and re-run simulation." | |||
This time the effect was devistating. As the Solar vessel came into contact | |||
with the ytterbium its sections began to separate. It was as if the SIF | |||
was no longer working at all. The yttebium seemed to react with the | |||
field, and cause it to break down. | |||
Their enemy knew them well..... | |||
"Tarrant to Commander Zane... you better come to Holodeck 2." | |||
<NRPG> | |||
*Insert Ominous Music here* | |||
Respectfully,<br> | |||
Jason<br> | |||
Commander Tirrin Vorak - XO - USS BURKE<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: Unwanted Answers</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by | |||
Andrew Catterick 10-28-1996</h4> | |||
SD: 81028.1200<br> | |||
MD: 4.1645<br> | |||
Scene: Readyroom<br> | |||
[Captain, you have two messages coming in.] | |||
"Thank-you ensign." Zane replied as he swung his desk terminal | |||
around to face him. "Pipe them in here." | |||
Powering up the display he noted that the first was a Starfleet | |||
communique from the SILVER JAG office someone had flagged it for him and | |||
forwarded it along. Opening the message he scanned down the text at first | |||
with a scowl and then with a grin that quickly erupted into a laugh. It | |||
seemed his one time blackmailer, Dee, had been picked up by Starfleet | |||
Security for impersonating the daughter of a dignitary from the planet | |||
Dexertos III. He forwarded the message along to the rest of the senior | |||
staff with a flag for both Krysa and Glin'kharr. He wondered which of the | |||
two would be more satisfied with Dee's current fate. | |||
The second message was a video recording from Dee herself. It was | |||
a rather lengthy message which went from her commendnation of the | |||
FEYNMAN's captain to her flattery of him. But one thing was made | |||
perfectly clear, she expected Zane to help her out of this mess or she | |||
would be talking to Krysa soon after. With a laugh he forwarded Dee's | |||
video message along to Krysa. He couldn't wait to get back to EPSILON and | |||
see Dee's face when he told her she could do her worst and he didn't | |||
care. There was nothing quite as satisfying when the wheel turned. | |||
> [Tarrant to Commander Zane... you better come to Holodeck 2.] | |||
> | |||
"On my way." He answered as he stood. So much for his good mood, | |||
Koreth did not sound happy by any stretch of the imagination. | |||
<nowiki>_______________________</nowiki><br> | |||
MD: 4.1700<br> | |||
Scene:Holodeck 2<br> | |||
Zane strode into the holodeck to find the USS SERAPIS being pulled | |||
apart in slow motion as Meleah and Koreth 'stood' in space quietly | |||
watching. They turned as they heard the Captain enter. | |||
"Reset program." Koreth ordered. The SERAPIS flickered from near | |||
oblivion to its once proud form. In the backgroud the dark mystery ship | |||
approached. | |||
"What have you got?" | |||
"Begin program. Half speed." Koreth ordered. | |||
The scene played itself out as it had done so in the past and 30 | |||
seconds later when it ended Zane could not seen any breakthrough. The | |||
mystery ship arrived fired its weapon and the SERAPIS was gone. The | |||
Captain looked at the two officers. "So?" | |||
"Computer replay program at time index 325.7 1/4 speed." | |||
Again the simulation reconstituted itself but this time it began | |||
with the beam from the marauder hitting the SERAPIS. Slowly the SERAPIS | |||
began to split apart, and then exploded. The simulation ended. "Some | |||
sort of disruptor beam?" | |||
"No sir," Meleah began and she quickly ran down their theories of | |||
the ytterbium and its effect on the structural integrity field. Zane | |||
considered the theory for a few moments. "It sounds plausible and would | |||
certainly explain why so much of the internal effects remained whole. | |||
But even if the ship was moving at only a fraction of impulse the crew | |||
would have been a thin paste on the bulkheads a millisecond after the SIF | |||
failed." | |||
"Thats what we're trying to figure out now." Koreth answered. | |||
"Logically the SERAPIS would have to be at a near stop before the | |||
beam hit. Perhaps it also contained a tractor beam." Meleah added. | |||
"Either way it seems this is a powerful weapon." Koreth frowned, | |||
a weapon the FEYNMAN or any other Starfleet ship could not withstand. | |||
"We are not entirely sure it is a weapon." Meleah continued. "It | |||
could be anyform of beam, perhaps a sensor scan, the only credible theory | |||
so far is that a beam containing ytterbium was responsible for destroying | |||
the SERAPIS. We can not speculate on intention without further evidence." | |||
Zane and Koreth exchanged a silent glance of agreement. It *was* | |||
a weapon. "Continue your tests but I need a write up of your preliminary | |||
findings to send to EPSILON as soon as possible. If you come up with | |||
anything else I'll be on the bridge." | |||
<<<NRPG>>> | |||
Hmmm...I guess when Zane talks with Ross (in one hour) he won't be | |||
as totally forth-coming as I originally thought!;) | |||
Respectfully,<br> | |||
Andy<br> | |||
-Captain 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: Finishing Data Collection</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Kristen Gant 10-29-1996</h4> | |||
Stardate: 81029.1411<br> | |||
Scene: Runabout Nogura<br> | |||
MD: 4.1800<br> | |||
It had been a busy though uneventful shift though the Serapis wreckage for | |||
the two officers on the Runabout. Krysa was impressed with the level of | |||
information they were able to collect from the wreckage using both the | |||
Delphi and the shuttles in conjunction. | |||
Looking over at Terri she thought he looked a little bored. "Nothing | |||
interesting enough for you?" | |||
He grinned, "Well not as interesting as an asteroid belt." | |||
"Oh please, don't remind me. I was scared out of my wits!" Krysa chuckled. | |||
<Runabout NOGURA, This is the FEYNMAN. We have company.> | |||
The two officers looked at each other, and Krysa turned her sensors away | |||
from the debris field and toward the approaching ship. | |||
"What is it?" asked Jerran looking toward her console. | |||
"Looks like it's probably an Issahi Warship. Heavily armed for battle too, | |||
from the look of it." | |||
"Let's hope that isn't what took out the Serapis." Said Jerran. | |||
Krysa chuckled, "Nope. Whatever took out the Serapis was a hundred times | |||
worse." She winked at him. "Of course, what it might do to a bunch of | |||
shuttles in a debris field wouldn't be pretty." | |||
He nodded, "I agree, let's stay out of it's way." | |||
There was a chirp as the channel reopened to the FEYNMAN. When the bridge | |||
of the starship appeared, she spoke, "Seems we have some visitors." | |||
<We think it's an Issahi warship but we're moving to intercept. Try to keep | |||
yourselves out of trouble.> | |||
"We've got enough here to keep us busy. Don't worry about us sir. NOGURA | |||
out." | |||
Krysa turned the majority of her scanners back to the debris field to | |||
continue their search, though she kept an eye on the new ship. Jerran also | |||
kept an eye on it. Krysa chuckled, knowing that he was much more interested | |||
in the Issahi warship rather then the debris. | |||
**** | |||
Krysa had become intent on some interesting readings in the debris field, | |||
when Jerran said, "Their powering down their weapons." | |||
She looked at him. "You should almost disappointed." | |||
He chuckled, "Well, it's be kind fun to see some tactical moves from that | |||
ship." | |||
"Shall I inform the Captain and see if we can get them to show off for you, | |||
Lt.?" | |||
"Do you think they would?" he joked. | |||
Zane's face once again appeared on the comm screen. <We will be visiting | |||
the Issahi homeworld as soon as your investigations are complete here.> | |||
Krysa nodded, "That should take another 5 or 6 hours to be complete, sir." | |||
"Five or six hours," Jerran moaned from the pilot's seat. | |||
<That's fine.> said Zane ignoring the FCO, <I'm not going to rush you. | |||
Though Koreth and Meleah have a theory they're working on. Perhaps it'll | |||
help narrow our search.> | |||
"Excellent." Krysa said. | |||
<I'm downloading the information to the NOGURA's computers now.> | |||
Krysa looked over as a terminal began to flash. "It's coming though, | |||
Captain." | |||
<Okay, let me know when you think you'll be done here.> | |||
Krysa nodded as the screen faded. | |||
*** | |||
With the help of Meleah and Koreth's findings, they were able to narrow the | |||
search and find everything they needed in only three more hours. Soon the | |||
shuttles were headed slowing back to the FEYNMAN. | |||
Regards,<br> | |||
Lt. Krysa Jenn<br> | |||
****<br> | |||
NRPG: Sorry Joseph .. I'm not a very patient person :}:} I'm ready to get | |||
on to the Issahi homeworld .. | |||
Kristen<br> | |||
<nowiki>--------------------</nowiki><br> | |||
Kristen & Scott Gant<br> | |||
http://homepage.interaccess.com/ ~sgant/gant.htm<br> | |||
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Is Anybody Else Cold Here?</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Max Felsher 10-29-1996</h4> | |||
SD 81029.03009 (GMT)<br> | |||
MD 4.1400<br> | |||
SCENE Somewhere out in space | |||
The entity continued to seethe, waiting for the right opportunity to strike. It | |||
had waited long enough; soon the metaphor-being would be in its power. There | |||
was no way to stop it this time. Its power was much greater closer to the source. | |||
Soon, it would have control of the humanoid and its vessel with it. | |||
USS Feynman:Bridge | |||
Maril felt a shiver pass through his body, as though he had just woken up from | |||
a dream. He looked around him, but everything was fine. | |||
"Are you okay, Commander?" Captain Zane asked, looking up from his | |||
armrest console. | |||
"Fine, sir," Maril replied, trying to look relaxed. "Just a breath from Kirerdo." | |||
Zane nodded knowingly, although his eyes still focused on Maril for a second. | |||
Slowly, he turned back to the armrest. | |||
Maril still felt strange, though. That shiver had been no ordinary shiver. It had | |||
been colder, almost like an icy grip that had grabbed him without warning. | |||
"What the-" came Lt.(jg) Allard's voice from behind. | |||
"Is there a problem, Lieutenant?" Maril asked curiously, turning his head, as | |||
the Captain swung around to look at Allard. | |||
"Ah, no, sir, just a bump in the level of graviton particles about 5 AU's to our | |||
starboard for about three seconds. It was probably just a sensor glitch, if it was | |||
anything." | |||
"Get someone to check on that, Lieutenant," Zane ordered calmly. | |||
"Aye, sir." | |||
As Zane looked back at a PADD and Allard talked to a junior officer about the | |||
sensor array, Maril wondered: was there something really happening, or was he | |||
just seeing reskolins in the waves? | |||
MD 4.2000 | |||
After a few moments of whispering between Zane and Maril, Zane finally got | |||
out of his coveted chair and walked into his Ready Room. Maril didn't sit down in | |||
it, however. Although he would have liked to, it was past his shift, so he simply | |||
announced: | |||
"Alright, ALPHA shift is over, BETA shift crews take stations. Lieutenant | |||
Meleah, you have the Conn." | |||
Meleah looked surprised as she got up from the science station and sat down | |||
in the Command Chair. That was odd; Maril doubted that the android had | |||
forgotten about her shift. Perhaps it was part of her emotion program. | |||
MD 4.2100 | |||
First Officer's Office | |||
Maril glanced at the information collected at the Serapis's destruction site. | |||
Remembering the cold grip he had felt earlier, he shivered again. Would this | |||
feeling of dread never go away? | |||
The sun has met the sea,<br> | |||
Lt. Commander Onta Maril,<br> | |||
First Officer, USS Feynman,<br> | |||
aka Max Felsher<br> | |||
NRPG: | |||
So, that's that. | |||
Sorry for not posting in a while. | |||
I'd estimate that we'll reach the edge of Issashi space at about 6.1200. This | |||
would agree with Andy's post which said it would be over 36 hours to the nearest | |||
system along that heading. (FYI, Jerran has the shift after Meleah, and Jenn and | |||
Koreth have BETA and GAMMA shift the next day. | |||
A weapon which would destroy our SIF would definitely be dangerous. I was | |||
reading my tech manual and it seems that if our SIF/IDF fails, the most we can | |||
accelerate is 30 m/sec/sec, while full impulse speed can sometimes cause | |||
accelerations more than 300 times that. | |||
My best guess on exactly how this weapon would work is that the ytterbium would | |||
somehow react with the ceramic-polymer composite that conducts the SIF, | |||
thereby not allowing the SIF to operate (since there would be no way to create it.) | |||
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Away We Go</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by | |||
Andrew Catterick 10-30-1996</h4> | |||
SD: 81030.1100<br> | |||
MD: 4.1900<br> | |||
Scene:Ready-Room<br> | |||
[Bridge to Zane.] | |||
"Go ahead." The Captain answered | |||
[The last of the shuttles have landed sir.] | |||
"Thank-you Commander." Zane looked over at his desk computer | |||
before calling the CEO. "Zane to Koreth." | |||
[Koreth here.] came the instant reply. | |||
"Lieutenant the shuttles have returned can you continue your | |||
investigation with the data that has been collected or do you need more | |||
time on site?" | |||
There was a short pause as, Zane assumed, Koreth and Meleah | |||
discussed the situation. [Between the physical evidence and the | |||
information gathered by the shuttle teams and the main sensors I don't see | |||
there being much more information to gather. All we have to do now is put | |||
it all together.] That sounded overly optimistic but Zane knew Meleah | |||
and Koreth were developing into an excellent team. | |||
"Any more progress?" | |||
[Nothing substantial but the ytterbium theory is becoming more | |||
and more likely as additional information is added.] | |||
Zane frowned to himself. He was pleased with the results of the | |||
investigation thus far but the conclusions were not ones he had wanted. A | |||
beam that would rip apart a ship by using its own SIF field against it was | |||
unthinkable. Of course the end result was a destroyed ship, it really | |||
didn't matter if it was a ytterbium beam or an incredibly powerful phaser | |||
array. "Good. We'll be warping out within the hour. Zane out." | |||
He turned back to his desk computer and after a few small edits to | |||
his status report he re-read it for the final time.<br> | |||
<b> | |||
<nowiki>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>=/\=<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<</nowiki><br> | |||
TO: Adm Nicholas Azariah, CINCSILVER<br> | |||
FROM: Capt. Zane, USS FEYNMAN<br> | |||
RE: Status Report<br> | |||
SD: 81030<br> | |||
<nowiki>----------------------------------------------------------------------</nowiki> | |||
1. Initial investigation of USS SERAPIS wreckage site complete. No | |||
additional remains recovered. | |||
2. Investigation teams speculate USS SERAPIS destroyed by energy beam | |||
containing element ytterbium. Ytterbium beam would use vessels SIF | |||
to pull ship apart. Examination continues. <<SEE ATTACHED>> | |||
3. Contacted by Issahi Confederacy Warship. Communication with Martin | |||
Ross <<SEE ATTACHED>> | |||
4. Universal Translator unable to decipher Issahi language due to minimal | |||
exposure. | |||
5. Proceeding to Issahi home world. | |||
Zane, commanding, sends. | |||
END | |||
<nowiki>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>=/\=<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<</nowiki> | |||
</b> | |||
A quick glance to make sure that the investigation teams | |||
preliminary reports as well as the tape of Zane's conversation with Ross | |||
were attached and the report was surrendered to subspace. "Computer how | |||
long for that message to reach Starbase EPSILON?" | |||
<Seven point three hours.> Was the pleasant response. | |||
Rising from his chair he headed for the bridge. "Mr. Allard open | |||
a channel to the VIGIL." | |||
"Channel open." Ross appeared on the screen. | |||
[You have finished Captain.] It was a statement not a question. | |||
"We have. Unfortunately we have been unable to ascertain what | |||
destroyed the SERAPIS. I'm afraid it will remain a mystery unless further | |||
evidence presents itself." Part of Zane did not like the fact that he was | |||
lying to potential new friends. His instincts told him they would be | |||
strong allies but his training reminded him they could just as easily be | |||
new enemies as well. | |||
The Issahi Captain hissed something at Ross. "We will depart for | |||
the homeworld immediately." The screen returned to a view of the | |||
starfield. | |||
"Captain. The Vigil is leaving the system." | |||
"Helm, stay with them." | |||
"Aye sir. Coming to new course three-four-eight mark four-five. | |||
Increasing speed to warp 6." | |||
Zane turned to face the science station. "Lt. Swanson, has the | |||
universal translator made any more progress with the Issahi language?" | |||
"A little sir. But we need a few more minutes of substantial | |||
dialogue before it will be able to translate with any accuracy." | |||
He turned back to look at Maril with a shrug and a grin. "No | |||
challenge if we had all the answers." | |||
Maril snorted in agreement. "I wonder just where we are going?" | |||
"Long range scans show several systems on or near this heading but | |||
at this speed they are 36 hours away." The officer at OPS added. | |||
Zane considered the information. "They'd have to be at least that | |||
far or we'd have heard from the Issahi long ago. I guess its a case of | |||
wait and see. Besides the longer we have the more time for Koreth and | |||
Meleah to figure out exactly what happened to the SERAPIS and hopefully | |||
come up with some sort of defence against it." | |||
"Like Jilati from the mountain." Maril offered wisely. | |||
"Exactly." Zane agreed wondered who the hell Jilati was and what | |||
he did on the mountain. He chided himself for not reading more Tamarian | |||
mythology. Until then he would never no how often his first officer was | |||
pulling his leg. | |||
<<<NRPG>>> | |||
Well here we go! The edge of inhabited Issahi space will probably be some | |||
distance away or as Zane said SF would have bumped into them already. And | |||
I imagine the home world will be some distance past that. Of course we | |||
don't have to RP a long boring journey but once we get into Issahi space | |||
proper I imagine there'll be things to see! | |||
Looking forward to actually getting there though. The Issahi seem to be a | |||
very enigmatic race. | |||
Respectfully,<br> | |||
Andy<br> | |||
-Captain 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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