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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: 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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