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<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Some Thoughts On the Issahi</h3>
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Some Thoughts On the Issahi</h3>
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proud she was of him. Glad for something to celebrate.
proud she was of him. Glad for something to celebrate.


Scene: Bridge
Scene: Bridge<br>
MD: 5.0900
MD: 5.0900<br>


The Captain sat in the center seat deep in thought. Krysa could feel his
The Captain sat in the center seat deep in thought. Krysa could feel his
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-Commodore Nigel Straun, Executive Officer, INDIGO FLEET<br>
-Commodore Nigel Straun, Executive Officer, INDIGO FLEET<br>
-Commander Horatio Sinclair, Fleet Intelligence Officer, BLUE FLEET<br>
-Commander Horatio Sinclair, Fleet Intelligence Officer, BLUE FLEET<br>
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">NRPG USS FEYNMAN: A First Step</h3>
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN NRPG: A First Step</h3>
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Kristen Gant 11-6-1996</h4>
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Kristen Gant 11-6-1996</h4>


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Kris & Scott Gant<br>
Kris & Scott Gant<br>
http://homepage.interaccess.com/~sgant/gant.htm<br>
http://homepage.interaccess.com/~sgant/gant.htm<br>
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">NRPG USS FEYNMAN: A First Step</h3>
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN NRPG: A First Step</h3>
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by  
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by  
Andrew Catterick 11-6-1996</h4>
Andrew Catterick 11-6-1996</h4>
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Kristen<br>
Kristen<br>
<nowiki>--</nowiki><br>
---<br>
Kristen & Scott Gant<br>
Kristen & Scott Gant<br>
http://homepage.interaccess.com/ ~sgant/gant.htm<br>
http://homepage.interaccess.com/ ~sgant/gant.htm<br>
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Some Progress</h3>
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by
Andrew Catterick 11-6-1996</h4>
Stardate: 81110.1005<br>
Scene: Issahi Council Chambers<br>
MD: 6.1815<br>
> Zane spoke quickly, "We are here to discuss a mutually beneficial alliance.<br>
> I'm sure an exchange of any useful information will be a part of that."<br>
>
> The First Counsel looked at the FEYNMAN's commanding officer with a bit of<br>
> a frown, then nodded. "That will be acceptable. However, we will not share<br>
> a counsel table with a .." the universal translator was not able to<br>
> translate the final word which Krazich spoke in his guttural tongue.<br>
> Something Krysa couldn't even hope to repeat, let alone spell. However, the<br>
> word was spoken with obvious distaste and was directed at Jerran. There<br>
> were rumblings of agreement from those around.<br>
Zane stood and his fellow officers quickly followed suit. "If
this is your decision we will of course respect it. I will report to the
High Lord Nicholas that your people do not wish to establish diplomatic
dialogue. Your representatives on my ship may stay until their tour is
complete after that we will return to our space." He gestured
impaitently to Glin'Kharr at his far right and the four Starfleet officers
turned towards the exit. The council room went silent.
As they neared the doors Zane began to think that his bluff had
not worked but as Glin'kharr crossed the threshold Krazich's voice boomed
out. "Wait!" They stopped and turned. A dull murmur began to rise from
th council members but it was quickly silenced as Krazich rose.
"This....'being'...do you not know what it is?"
"I know who he is but I don't think you do." Zane challenged.
The counil broke out in a roar at such insolence from the strange
little ape. Again Krazich silenced them, this time with a ear shattering
roar of his own. "I know his kind all to well. They are evil."
Zane moved back towards the dais. "First Counsel, part of Lt.
Jerran's ancestry is that of the planet Vulcan. They are a noble and
peaceful race that were instrumental in founding the Federation. There
ideals are based around logic, peaceful coexistence and their belief in
infinite diveristy in infinite combinations. Vulcans as a people are not
evil nor are they a threat to you or the Issahi. Vulcan as a planet is
thousands of light years from your confederacy it is unlikely that you
have ever encountered one before and if they had encountered you then the
Federation as a whole would know. I do not know what race you have
contact with that you find so evil but they are not Vulcan's whatever the
appearance." The crowd began to murmur again but before Krazich quieted
them Zane turned to face them. He shouted above the noise. "If you want
to establish relations with the Federation then you do so with all its
members and before you do that you must learn to trust as we have learnt
to trust you."
The lingering silence that filled the room was broken by the bang
of Krazich's staff upon the rock floor of the dias. "Your words are well
taken Zane of the Federation but I alone can not make this decision." He
turned to face the assembly. "The leaders of the Great Clans will
assemble in the Hall of the Clans. Adjourned."
Four more Issahi joined Krazich on the dias and followed him down
a long stone hallway. The honour guard motioned Zane and the others to
follow. It seemed they were moving to a more private meeting with the
ruling class. Perhaps now they would find out what it was the Issahi
wanted from them and perhaps even what happend to the SERAPIS.
<nowiki>__________________________________</nowiki><br>
Scene: 10-Forward.<br>
Bat looked on in disgust at the sight that was his bar. Maril had
offered refreshements to the Issahi as he should. But now 35 minutes
later Bat cringed as another 100 pounds of raw meat had been placed in
front of them. He knew all races were different, none no better than
another no matter how different their customs and traditions but this was
just digusting. He'd never eat meat again. Of course the small group of
Issahi who seemed to be vegetarians weren't making a salad look all that
appetizing either. But through it all Commander Maril sat facing them,
engaged in polite conversation as if they were sipping tea and nibbling on
cucumber sandwiches. The old security officer remembered once again why
he had never sought the command path. Diplomacy was too annoying. *But I
bet those beasts can fight.* He thought approvingly.
<<<NRPG>>>
Maybe now we'll see just what the Issahi want/expect of us...I'm looking
forward to finding out just what that is.
It'll also be interesting to see why the Issahi hate beings that look like
Vulcans and just where they came from. Perhaps during the great schism
on Vulcan part of the group that would later become Romulans left and
headed out this way....I leave it up to you.
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: Slight Change In Plans</h3>
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Max Felsher 11-10-1996</h4>
SD 81110.1830(GMT)<br>
MD 6.1900<br>
SCENE: Ten-Forward<br>
Maril watched the Issahi around him, gobbling up the food around them. At a
lull in his conversation with one of their science officers, he politely got up and
stepped over to the Issahi leader. "Second Counsel, could I talk to you in a more
private area." Razten looked confused, but he nodded.
Maril quickly strode to the nearest turbolift, halting when the two reached it.
"Ready Room."
Maril glanced at Razten, who was looking at him intently. They stood there for
a second, sizing each other up, before the turbolift reached its destination.
"Ridero at the cave's entrance," Maril said, smiling, as he walked onto the
Bridge, quickly noticing that t'Jon had the Conn. "Here we are."
The Tamarian and the Issahi both stepped into the Ready Room, Maril
offering the seat on the other side of the table to Razten, then walking over to the
replicator.
"Computer, ractajeno," Maril said in a surprisingly happy voice. "Would you
like anything, Second Counsel?"
"No, pardon my unwillingness."
Maril grasped the cup of ractajeno and walked back to the table. "Very well.
Now, Second Counsel, are you going to tell me what's going on?" Maril asked,
sitting down, the smile now gone from his face.
"I do not know what you mean."
"Mr. Razten, I saw the looks on the faces of those two men down in
Engineering. You have met this enemy before."
Razten and Maril stared at each other again, trying to decide who would give
up first. At last, the Second Counsel relented. "Yes, we have met them--perhaps
I should say it--many times before. It is called the Reavers, and nothing will stop
it from achieving its goals." Razten pulled a small rod from his pocket. Tapping
on it, he spoke into it. "Second Counsel Razten to Vigil. Beam the information."
Slowly, a small chip materialized in Razten's hand. He sliped into the console
and stated, "Decode information sections 1A through 5J, authorization Second
Counsel Razten, Issahi Confederacy Ship Vigil."
The designs on the screen cleared away to reveal text and graphics showing
much information. "The Reavers do not obey any rules of conduct," Razten
continued. "First, they take over one of their enemy's officers. They have
tremendous mental powers. Once they have control, they can learn about the
enemy ship's systems, and find a weakness. That is probably what happened
with your brethren vessel."
Maril looked up, remembering the sensations he had been having lately. Was
there any connection? Probably not; chances were it was his imagination.
"Thank you, Second Counsel," he finally got out. "I hope we can be of further
assistance to each other."
"As do I."
Their conversation was interrupted by a communication. [t'Jon to
Commander Maril. I think you should come out here, sir.]
The two quickly got up and walked onto the Bridge. "Report," Maril ordered
firmly.
"The shuttlepod 'Piaget' has left Shuttlebay 2 and engaged some sort of cloak.
We just started a scan for it, but everything so far is negative."
"A cloak? The 'Piaget' is a Type-15A shuttlepod. They have no cloaks."
"I don't know, sir. Somehow it cloaked," t'Jon replied concernedly. "And
that's not the worst of it. We have reason to believe that whoever took the
shuttlepod downloaded files from our database and has them onboard."
"Commander," Razten interjected. "If that shuttlepod is heading for the
Reavers, they would have an enormous asset in your files and vessel."
"Yes," Maril replied thoughtfully. He had a big decision to make. Should he
go after the shuttlepod and abandon the away team? Or, should he accept that it
was gone and stay in orbit? He finally decided on a compromise.
"Lieutenant Koreth, please report to the Bridge."
MD 6.2000
[This is Lieutenant Koreth, commanding the USS Nogura II, we're ready and
in orbit.]
"You have your orders, Lieutenant. Feynman out." Maril sighed. "Security,
project the current position of the 'Piaget' using last known heading and
acceleration. Helm, when you get the coordinates, lay in a course for them at
full impulse."
"Sir, the Issahi are offering their assistance in our search."
"Very well. Send a message thanking them for any help they can give us."
Maril sighed again. He had just ordered Lieutenant Koreth to take command
of a group of shuttlecraft and orbit the Issahi homeworld. They were the
runabout Nogura II, the Type 6 shuttlecrafts "Von Braun" and "Asimov II", and
the Type 16 shuttlepod "Daystrom". He had ordered the company of
shuttlecrafts to orbit to notify the Captain of Maril's doings and to give the away
team some mobility, as well as to allow more research to be done on the Issahi
planet. Unfortunately, Maril wasn't very sure of this plan, or its chances for
success.
The sun has met the sea,<br>
Lt. Commander Onta Maril,<br>
First Officer, USS Feynman,<br>
aka Max Felsher<br>
NRPG:<br>
Well, I have no idea who the mystery occupant of the "Piaget" is. Anyone else
have a clue?
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: The Trouble With Starships</h3>
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Michael "Mike" Dailey 11-7-1996</h4>
SD: 81112.1830<br>
MD: 6.1710<br>
Scene: Security Office<br>
> "Computer." said J.C. He stretched, wondering if he had enough time to<br>
> grab a bite to eat. Frowning, it was about five seconds, and the usual<br>
> instantaneous response from the computer was not happening. J.C. stood<br>
> up this time.<br>
><br>
> "Computer, respond!".<br>
><br>
> [breep! Crackle.... Crackle... error. Please restate inquiry.]<br>
><br>
> "Computer, I didn't make any inquiry, yet." Reaching over to the console<br>
> on his desktop, J.C. hit the command access link. No response...<br>
> something was really wrong. Maybe Koreth was running a system diagnostic<br>
> or something. Tapping his comm badge, J.C. started to call the CEO, but<br>
> the comm link did not connect.<br>
><br>
> "Damn." Thinking, J.C. opened his bottom desk drawer and got out his<br>
> handheld communicator. They were seldom used anymore by Starfleet, but<br>
> it still worked. He flipped open the cover, activating the comm link. He<br>
> was rewarded with the old-style 'chirp' sound of the connection.<br>
><br>
> "Allard to Koreth." J.C. hoped this would work.<br>
Minutes passed by, which seemed like days. J.C. was getting VERY angry
that no one was answering him. <nowiki>*DAMN these computers anyway. Glad I
never took engineering*</nowiki> thought the CSO. Setting his sidearm down on
the desk, he thought <nowiki>*one more try*</nowiki>,
"Bridge, this is Security. Respond please.", said Justin. Still nothing.
He closed the cover to the old-style communicator and put it back in his
drawer. <nowiki>*I'll get to the bottom of this*</nowiki> J.C. left Security. The lift
ride to the bridge seemed to take forever. Stepping out before the doors
were even open all of the way, J.C. headed around to the Conn.... but
skidded to a halt, mouth hanging open. He was looking at one of the
Issahi Diplomats sitting quite comfortably in Zane's chair... he reached
for his sidearm, but had put it in his desk.
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><br>
Hello all. I included a bit from my last post. Seems a few of you
didn't get it (I guess). Anyway, I'm not sure of any way J.C. and
company could help. Looks like Engineering, Science, and Medical have
their hands full. Alas, poor J.C. has his own problems with
'short-circuits' everywhere. Let's hope someone can repair-stop these
'malfunctions'... like I said in my prior post, remember the USS YAMATO
(ref. 'CONTAGION', TNG 2nd season).
Wonder what the Issahi is doing in the center seat? Wonder who stole
the shuttle? Wonder who is invading Maril's mind [this time]? Wonder
where the FCO has gone to? Wonder why J.C. is unarmed? Wonder if Zane
will have any ears left after J.C. chews him out and beats him on the
head with the 'fleet regulations, especially about Captains beaming down
UNESCORTED, even on a diplomatic mission. For answers to these and other
questions, tune in tomorrow for the continuing voyages of the USS
FEYNMAN...
Cheers all,<br>
Mike * now that should get some response, unless everyone left for<br>
vacation without me. *<br>
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: The Plot Thickensp</h3>
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by
Andrew Catterick 11-13-1996</h4>
SD: 81113.0900<br>
MD: 6.2000<br>
Scene: Council Building Lobby<br>
> Captain Zane was getting quite frustrated with this whole situation. It<br>
> had only been five minutes since Koreth had called, but he was already<br>
> pacing in front of the couch, Krysa and Glin'khar calmly watching him go<br>
> back and forth.<br>
><br>
> As if it would make things go faster, pass the time somehow, he tapped his<br>
> badge and said, "Zane to NOGURA. Has LT Jerran arrived safely?"<br>
><br>
> [Excuse me, sir?,] came LT Koreth's confused response. [Jerran hasn't<br>
> even called for transport. Isn't he with you?]<br>
><br>
> "No, he's not. He might have gotten into trouble with the locals. Scan<br>
> for his commbadge and find out where he is."<br>
><br>
> [Scanning, Captain....] There was a pause for a moment, during which both<br>
> Glin'khar and Krysa stood up, gladly, from their couch in concern. [I<br>
> can't fins him anywhere in your vicinity, sir, and I've even had the other<br>
> shuttles scan the rest of the planet, with the same results. LT Jerran is<br>
> no longer on Issah.]<br>
"Very well. Continue with your original mission. The FEYNMAN and
the away team can worry about Jerran. It seem's you may have larger
concerns for now. Keep me informed."
"Do you think they're related?" Jenn asked.
"If they're not that's one hell of a coincidence." Glin'kharr said
with a scowl.
"Agreed." Zane added before turning to face one of the large
Issahi guards. "We must see the First Counsel." The guard bowed his head
in response and then shuffled off in the direction of the private
meeting chambers.
<nowiki>____________________</nowiki><br>
MD:6.2020
"....Captain," Krazich continued, "again, I offer you my
apologies. You are a guest on Issahi and as such are under my protection.
I will mobilize all the units we have available to retrieve your shuttle.
We have many warships surrounding the homeworld. It will not get far."
"And Lt. Jerran?" Zane asked finding it hard to trust the
Saurian's after so many coincidences. "It is rather strange that he of
all people would dissappear."
"It is." Krazich replied. His tone denoting that he too realized
exactly how things looked. "But Captain please give us a little credit.
If your Lieutenant Jerran is of a race that is important in your
Federation what difference will taking him make. There will be of course
others and personal desires aside, all Issahi can put up with a devil
among us if it means crushing the greater evil."
"So who took him?" Zane asked, ignoring the question of the
'greater evil' for now.
"Presumambly the same one who stole your shuttle."
"Agreed." Zane nodded. "But that still doesn't point to any
solutions. But I get the feeling you know who did this."
Krazich nodded grimly. "The Reavers."
"The Reavers?"
"The Reavers are a race of destroyer's. They destroyed your ship,
they destroy our worlds and soon they will destroy yours."
"Go on." The captain prodded.
"Even now we know little about them." Krazich paused and opened a
small urn and pulled out a small, wriggling rodent with the tip of his
claws, it was quickly devoured. He offered the urn to each of the
Starfleet officers who all politely declined the snack. With a
slight smile he replaced the lid and swiveled in his chair to
activate a viewscreen.
"Ten years ago a deepspace explorer just beyond
the edge of one of our frontiers discovered a stable wormhole and entered
it. On the other side they found a treasure house. Several systems that
contained habitable worlds as well as worlds full of every mineral
conceivable. Colonization began almost immediately and shortly there was
a thriving, viable string of worlds. They came three years later." His
face scrunched up into a sneer as on the viewscreen displayed large black
ships began to descend on one of the colonies. "There was no warning and
no contact other than death. The colonists fought and killed millions of
them but the Reaver's kept coming. It was like a swarm. There weapons
were no more powerful than our own. Indeed we fought well. But they kept
coming...."
Zane sat forward a cold chill running down his spine. "Were
these Reavers half flesh and half machine?"
Krazich smiled grimly. "No Captain they are not the Borg." He
noted Krysa's raised eyebrow at his answer. "We have been watching you
for sometime. No they were some sort of insect race. We could not
understand their communications that we intercepted and they either did
not understand or ignored the ones we sent them."
"As soon as the homeworld received word we sent a fleet to defend
and retake the colonies from the invaders but they were no longer there."
Krazich paused for another rodent.
"What do you mean they weren't there?" The doctor demanded.
"The Reaver's had stripped the colonies, the entire system, of
everything. Nothing remained just lifeless balls of rock."
"What did you do?" Zane asked.
"The only thing we could do. The fleet returned to the other side
of the wormhole and collapsed."
"And then?"
"And then we behaved like fools pretending it never happened.
Pretending we were safe."
"Until now." Jenn answered.
"Eighteen months ago ships began to disappear out on the
frontier."
Zane nodded. "The Reavers."
"At first we were unsure. The targets were only our warships by
now they could have overrun several outlying worlds but it has only been
our ships they have attacked. Six months ago however one of our sensor
nets captured the image of two large ships, the same as the one that
destroyed you cruiser. They are not like the one's that swarmed our
colonies but when the sensor net picked up the same unintelligible signals
between them there was a positive match with what had been recorded years
ago." Krazich sat back in his chair. "They have come for us and if you
do not help us defeat them they will come for you."
<<<NRPG>>>
Cue ominous music and then cut ot commercial...
Well obviously FEYNMAN is not going to stem the coming tide so it is our
duty to return to EPSILON and warn them. Of course we need to find out
what we can as well as find answers to our two immediate mysteries.
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: Contagious</h3>
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by
Andrew Catterick 11-14-1996</h4>
SD: 81114.2100<br>
MD: 6:2000<br>
Scene: Sickbay<br>
"Commander Maril, he's coming around." The nurse said with voice
of concern mixed with rising relief.
Allard slowly opened his eyes and focused on the Tamarain face
staring down at him. "Lieutentant Allard? J.C? Can you hear me? Do you
know who I am?" A name slowly emerged from the clouded dizziness that was
his mind. It was Commander Maril. He was on the FEYNMAN. it all came
flooding back to him. "What happened?" the young CSO asked in a quiet
voice.
Maril paused because although he knew what happened he didn't know
why it happened. Well that was not entirely true. "You came on to the
bridge about 10 minutes ago. I had left the Issahi delegation in
10-Forward to take control of the search for the PIAGET. As you exited
the turbolift you seemed disconcerted. You walked around the bridge and
faced me in the command chair and started demanding to know why an Issahi
had taken over. Thats when you collapsed. How is he?" This last was
directed to one of the sickbay doctors. "I need him on the bridge."
The doctor looked skeptical. "I've given him every test I can
think of and everyone points to him being absolutley fine. There is no
trace of whatever made him collapse." The doctor looked down at Allard.
"Lieutenant, under the circumstances I'm going to allow your release from
sickbay but if you feel any disorientation, even for a second..."
"I'll come a running" He sat up and swung his legs round to the
side of the biobed. "Promise."
"See that you do." The doctor had heard promises like that
before.
<<<NRPG>>>
NRPG by way of explanation to follow
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 NRPG: Contagious</h3>
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Michael "Mike" Dailey 11-14-1996</h4>
Andy wrote:
> SD: 81114.2100<br>
> MD: 6:2000<br>
> Scene: Sickbay<br>
><br>
> "Commander Maril, he's coming around." The nurse said with voice<br>
> of concern mixed with rising relief.<br>
><br>
> Allard slowly opened his eyes and focused on the Tamarain face<br>
> staring down at him. "Lieutentant Allard? J.C? Can you hear me? Do you<br>
> know who I am?" A name slowly emerged from the clouded dizziness that was<br>
> his mind. It was Commander Maril. He was on the FEYNMAN. it all came<br>
> flooding back to him. "What happened?" the young CSO asked in a quiet<br>
> voice.<br>
...OK, I admit I've been tired lately and did have a headache a few days
ago, but????
> NRPG by way of explanation to follow<br>
.... This should be interesting.
Mike.
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Contagious (Cont.)</h3>
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Michael "Mike" Dailey 11-15-1996</h4>
> SD: 81114.2100<br>
> MD: 6:2000<br>
> Scene: Sickbay<br>
> The doctor looked skeptical. "I've given him every test I can<br>
> think of and everyone points to him being absolutley fine. There is no<br>
> trace of whatever made him collapse." The doctor looked down at Allard.<br>
> "Lieutenant, under the circumstances I'm going to allow your release from<br>
> sickbay but if you feel any disorientation, even for a second..."<br>
><br>
> "I'll come a running" He sat up and swung his legs round to the<br>
> side of the biobed. "Promise."<br>
>
> "See that you do." The doctor had heard promises like that before.<br>
The CSO jumped off of the diagnostic table, smoothing his uniform and
looking alert as ever. Turning to the ACMO, J.C. asked,"Sir, am I
dismissed? I'm 100% fit for dudy."
"I'll be the judge of that, Dr. Allard.", said the Doctor. J.C. shrank
slightly at the mild rebuke from the Doctor, who was his senior. The
ACMO retreived a med tricorder out of his jacket pocket, scanning Justin
once more. Cycling through all of the readings, normal for a Terran
male, the Doc nodded. "You're free to go, Lt., but you're ordered to
report back here to me PRIOR to Alpha shift tomorrow. I want to check you out
once more, just to be sure." Commander Maril, sitting on a bed opposite
them, nodded in consent with the Doctor's order.
"Aye, sir." said the CSO, and bolted out the door.
Maril slid down off of the bed, shaking his head. "Like Jhocta before
the Festival," said Maril to the ACMO.
The Doctor replaced the tricorder in his desk, and hung his white jacket
over the back of his chair. "Commander, if you mean he's full of energy
and wants to have fun, I agree. I would attribute 90% of that to
youthfulness. As with all species I know of, unfortunately he'll grow
out of it.
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>
...well, I had forgotten Glin'Khar was on-planet, so I wrote myself out
of sickbay and stopped there pending certain discussions, as I'm not
sure how to proceed anymore.
Mike.
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN NRPG: Confusion</h3>
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Jason Bostjancic 11-15-1996</h4>
''Koreth: Leading a group of shuttles after the PIAGET.''
''Hate to throw another log on the fire... But in Joseph's and Max' last''
''posts, the FEYNMAN was going after the PIAGET, while Koreth & Co. stayed''
''in orbit. At least, that's my impression... So who's where and why?<br>''
Last I checked.. that is the situation
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 NRPG: Confusion (Cont.)</h3>
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by
Andrew Catterick 11-15-1996</h4>
''Koreth: Leading a group of shuttles after the PIAGET.''
''Hate to throw another log on the fire... But in Joseph's and Max' last''
''posts, the FEYNMAN was going after the PIAGET, while Koreth & Co. stayed''
''in orbit. At least, that's my impression... So who's where and why?<br>''
''Last I checked.. that is the situation''
Yep! Thats actually what I meant to write (believe it or not<G>) but as I
complained last week, these Draconian's I now work fo expect me to work<G>
regards,<br>
Andy-->Hoping to buy a scorecard.<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: A Possible Agreement</h3>
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Kristen Gant 11-16-1996</h4>
Stardate: 81116.1013<br>
Scene: First Counsel's Private Chamber<br>
MD: 6.2045<br>
>"They have come for us and if you do not help us defeat them they will<br>
come for you."
Krysa listened to the ominous tone of the First Council and felt a shiver
run through her. "You think it was the Reavers who took Lt. Jerran." She
asked, "Why? If they have the power to destroy worlds, why just steal our
FCO and a shuttlepod."
The First Council looked at her. "I do no think it was the Reavers,
themselves .. but they have conquered many worlds, they have many minions to
do their dirty work. We, of course will do anything we can to help in your
efforts to find your officer."
"Thank you, First Counsel." Zane said.
****<br>
MD: 6.2200<br>
When Captain Zane, Dr. Glin'kharr and Lt. Jenn finally stepped out of the
First Counsel's chambers they had come to a temporary diplomatic agreement.
The Issahi would help locate Jerran and the shuttlepod and Zane would plead
their case to Starfleet to get the help they needed for the threat the
Issahi were sure was coming.
They all knew there wasn't much the FEYNMAN could do to stave off an attack
by the Reavers should they come, that wasn't something Krazich had
expected. He wanted help from all of Starfleet.
The Captain turned to Glin'kharr and Krysa. "Id love to hear your thoughts
on all of this.
Krysa shuddered a bit, and Glin'kharr spoke, "We'd be egotistical if we
thought that we were the most powerful group out there. I think the Borg
taught us that once. It seems we may be in for another lesson if we don't
prepare."
"Definitely." Agreed Zane. "And once we find Jerran, we'll head to EPSILON.
However, the question is how do we find him?"
Krysa nodded, "I don't know. The thing I don't understand is why? Why
Jerran and a shuttlepod of all things."
"We know the Issahi seem to think that Jerran is a part of some destructive
race. I think it's likely it could be some Issahi somewhere who wants to
get even." Said Glin'kharr
"It's possible," said Zane thoughtfully, "But these Issahi seem very
united. It seems they've had to become such due to the Reavers. And the
First Counsel doesn't believe it was one of his people."
"The FEYNMAN didn't spot a ship in orbit. Nor have any of the Shuttles been
able locate on in the vicinity." Said Krysa.
"A cloak?" asked Glin'kharr.
"The Issahi do not have a working cloak as of yet."
"The Klingons do." Said Krysa, "As do the Romulans."
The three officers looked at each other. Krysa shook her head, "No ..
Romulans working with the Reavers? I just don't see it."
"Perhaps not," said Zane. "But it does explain why the Issahi are so
unhappy about Jerran's presence. If the Romulans are involved, they wouldn't
be happy to see any Vulcanoid."
Regards,<br>
Lt. Krysa Jenn<br>
***<br>
NRPG: I'm sorry guys, I'm still sorta confused on how to bring all the
pieces together, so I hope this doesn't mess anything up. No one knows
about Jerran's little trip the last time, so they aren't likely to think it
up this time.. so I wasn't sure how to go about finding him.
Kristen<br>
--<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: You Play With Ytterbium, You're Gonna Get Burned, er...Lose Your SIF</h3>
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Max Felsher 11-17-1996</h4>
SD 81117.1430 (GMT)<br>
MD 6.2100<br>
SCENE: Bridge<br>
Maril looked over the PADD containing information on the search for the "Piaget".
It had been Bepela's quest for the jerexi (unicorns). Nothing. Not even a clue.
Sighing, Maril stood up from the center chair. He quickly glanced about him,
then walked over to the Operations console.
"Mr. Garret, do you think we could narrow the search?" Maril asked, placing
his hand on the back of the chair.
"I don't see why not, sir."
"Well, we're looking for a Federation Type 15A shuttlepod. So, why don't we
reduce the search to Federation impulse speed trails."
"Aye, sir."
<nowiki><<<<NRPG:Garret probably isn't even on the ship anymore, but my rotation lists
are very outdated. :| This is probably a good time to remind everyone to send in
their current rotation rosters. And if you don't...., well, let's just say you better
remember. <evil laugh>>>>></nowiki>
Maril sighed, looking at the PADD again, and walked over to the Command
Chair. He started to sit back down, but, as he did, Garret called out, "Sir, we've
got a trail. It's heading away from the Issahi homeworld towards a belt of
planetoids."
The FO smiled, sitting down, and ordered, "Mirabi, his sails unfurled. Towards
the mountains."
The helmsman looked questioningly at Maril, causing the Tamarian to laugh.
"Set course on that heading. Full impulse."
"Setting course, sir, at full impulse."
"Engage."
Time passed. Maril read over several reports contunuously updating him on
the situation. He paced the Bridge, waiting for them to find something of
significance. Finally, he just sat down again, thinking that he would be taken by
the storms of Ivepic, the Mind-Stealer. And there was always that cold feeling
lurking just on the edge of his mind--not acting, but waiting.
"Sir, we've reached the trail's end," Garret reported.
"Where does it lead?" Maril asked, grateful to have the silence broken.
'It, just seems...to go right into the surface of an asteroid."
"Some information on the asteroid?"
"It's about two kilometers in diameter, composed mostly of curium and
plutonium."
"Sir," Lt.(jg) Allard cut in, concerned, "I don't think that we should stay here
much longer. The radiation levels are very high, and they're blocking our
sensors."
Maril nodded. "Helm, set course out of the asteroid belt. We'll come back
when we have more help."
"Aye, sir, course set and laid in, sir."
"Full impulse, en-"
"Commander! A vessel has just moved from behind the asteroid. It looks like
they're weapons are powering up. And something that looks like a deflector dish
is emitting a lanthanide rare-earth element...atomic number 70...it's ytterbium."
Maril felt uneasy for a second, as if controlled by fear, but he quickly took
control of himself. "Computer, access data in Ready Room console. Compare
later ships to nearby vessel."
The computer took a few moments to find its answer, but finally, it reported,
<Ships compared. Styles match.>
Maril nodded, wishing they hadn't matched. "Helm, keep us in the exact same
position. Mr. Allard, power up phasers and arm photon torpedoes. Ops, I need
some way to keep the SIF up even with ytterbium."
Allard spoke up again. "Commander, we have a problem. In our current
state, if the SIF and IDF don't work, the slightest hit from a weapon could cause
inertial forces to exceed 5g."
Maril frowned. "Very well. Helm, set course, heading 343, mark 50,
accelerating at about 20 meters per square second."
"But sir! That's almost right on top of the other ship."
"Yes, they won't want to get in our way, will they? Engineering, divert as much
power as you can to the SIF/IDF and the shields."
"Course laid in, sir."
"Engage."
Almost as soon as he said the word, Maril regretted it. What if the SIF failed?
What if the Reavers called his bluff?
"1.5 kilometers...1.4, 1.3, 1.2, 1.1,..."
"The other ship is firing weapons. Shields are holding. What is that?"
Maril quickly turned around. "What?" he asked curiously.
".4, .2,..."
"It looks like an Issahi ship. The Issahi are firing on the other ship."
"We've passed the hostile ship, sir."
Maril nodded. "As soon as we've cleared the area, start decelerating
maneuvers, at 20 meters per square second."
"Aye, sir."
"Report, Mr. Allard," Maril turned back to the CSO.
"They're doing about equal damage to each other, but it looks like the Issahi
are getting the upper hand."
Maril allowed himself a small sigh of relief, but quickly got back to business.
"Keep those shields up, Mr. Allard."
"Aye, sir. It looks like the Issahi have disabled the hostile ship."
"Contact them and tell them not to destroy it. Any large explosion could
destroy us."
"They're receiving it, sir. They're hailing us."
"On screen."
A small Issahi on a bridge similar to that on the other ships they had seen
appeared on the screen. "Greetings, Feynman," the captain started. "It
appeared that you needed help. I hope we were of assistance."
Maril stood up, grateful. "You were. I thank you for your help. We should be
operational soon."
"Very well. We will be in the area if you need further assistance."
"Thank you. Feynman out."
The screen flickered back to a view of the asteroid field they had just left.
"Maril to Lieutenant Meleah."
[Meleah here.]
"I want you to keep working on combatting the effect of the ytterbium. That is
your top priority."
[Understood.]
"Good. Maril out."
The sun has met the sea,<br>
Lt. Commander Onta Maril,<br>
First Officer, USS Feynman,<br>
aka Max Felsher<br>
NRPG:
Well, as soon as we can figure out a way to keep the SIF up, I guess we're
heading back to the asteroid. I don't know what's there. A Reaver base? A
renegade landing pad? Something else? Who knows?
<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 Jason Bostjancic 11-18-1996</h4>
SD 81118<br>
MD 6.2100<br>
Scene: Shuttle-Pod 'Piaget'<br>
Onboard shudders a changling, cracks and pitts have formed
all over due to an inability to return to a liquid state. There
is no movement of the stars floating by the window, for it
has landed on an asteroid.
"PLEASE!!.. please... get out of my head... I must rest."
A whimper, almost like that of a crying babe emits from
the creature.
"I had such plans.. I was going to get them.. heh, but
YOU! ... YOU Won't get out of my HEAD!...
What? Soon? I've brought it... Brought ALL I could...
Please... let me rest."
Question after question bombards the changling's open
mind. Helpless to defend, it answers each... hoping that
after each the promises of rest will be granted.
Over ten data crystals filled with information about not only
the FEYNMAN, but Starfleet in general lie in a engineering kit.
<nowiki>*They*</nowiki> told him to get it, and they explained how to add the components
to create the temporary cloak around the pod.
Suddenly a computer terminal flashes with light.
Three words flash on it. "We Are Here"
Without a second thought the changling turns liquid. Seconds
later a beam of light engulfs the pool of color and the data
crystals....
LATER<br>
MD: 6.2235<br>
Scene: USS NORUGA II<br>
Tarrant listened to Jerran's tale of Romulan Pirates, and the tear. Needless
to say he could tell that there were a few details left out.. something
he couldn't help noticing due to that old CSO training. By the look of
the Captain's eyes, Tarrant guessed that he thought the same.
"Since the Issahi believe this to be their property, then I suggest
we avoid using it all together."
"Why, Lieutenant?" asked Zane. He figured that the CEO would have
liked to see the artifact work... and extract as much data as possible.
"The Issahi know the capabilities of our vessels. If suddenly we
'disappeared', and knowing that we have their devil incarnate Mr. Jerran,
who looks like those who took the thing to begin with.. I doubt it
would go unnoticed."
<NRPG>
Just piecing some stuff together... Hope I didn't
blow any plotlines too bad.
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: Preparing For a Housecal</h3>
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by
Andrew Catterick 11-21-1996</h4>
SD: 81121.2200<br>
MD: 6.2240<br>
Scene: Aft Section, USS NOGURA II<br>
>"Why do we even have to tell them about it? They shouldn't have even had<br>
>the Tear in the first place! It should have been sent to Bajor! Then<br>
>maybe those Cardassian butchers wouldn't have been so quick to invade!"<br>
><br>
>"At ease, LT," Zane said calmly, with some surprise in his voice as to his<br>
>FCO's actions.<br>
><br>
>By this time, Jerran was actually half standing when he took a moment and<br>
>looked around. Just as quickly as his emotional outburst happened, his<br>
>face went back to the normal, cold poker face everyone was used to by now<br>
>as he sat back down.<br>
><br>
>"I am sorry, Captain. I'm afraid my cultural heritage is not allowing me<br>
>to distance myself from the situation at hand. It's just that I've always<br>
>been taught that the Tears were irrevocably linked to the Bajora, but it's<br>
>obvious that I was wrong."<br>
"I tend to agree." Zane answered. "However, at this point we are
not in a position to really make demands of the Issahi nor should we if we
want our fledgling relationship to grow. Of course Federation treaties
direct me to return the property of a Federation member or citizen for
that matter whenever such a item is found."
"Well the tear is certainly an item the Bajorans will want back."
Jerran replied.
"So your going to return it to the Bajorans?" Krysa asked.
"No, I'm going to ask the Issahi to do that." He put the empty
coffee mug down. "After Jerran returns it to them."
Koreth looked thoughtful. "For Jerran to return the tear would
add proof to your claims that he is not of an evil race. But I do not
think they will give the tear to the Bajorans so simply."
"They will if they want our help." Zane replied. "Obviously it is
in the Federation's best interest to help stop the Reavers now, and of
course we will give aid. But with a Council divided by clans I imagine
Krazich will appreciate how deadlocked such an assembly as the Federation
Council can be on such an issue as possibly entering into a war to save a
previously unknown race."
"And you think he'll understand that a little quid pro quo of
will 'grease the wheels' a little?" Kyrsa asked looking like she wasn't
sure if she approved of backroom dealing.
"Well I'll certainly give it my best shot...." He was interrupted
by a call from the cockpit.
<nowiki>[[Captain, incoming call from the FEYNMAN.]]</nowiki>
"Pipe it back here." Zane turned to face the screen but made sure
he left enough room for the rest to see. "Perhaps Commander Maril has
found our missing shuttle."
As the UFP logo flashed off the screen it was replaced by a rather
haggard looking first officer. He quickly related the events of finding
the shuttles trail, the battle and the possible discovery of a Reaver base
in the asteroid field.
"What are the Issahi doing?"
<nowiki>[[A large portion of their Homefleet is moving into position to
pulverize the asteroid. There has been no response from the base.]]</nowiki>
Zane cringed. While the destruction might be satisfying it
certainly wouldn't help answer any questions. "You're on the scene.
Contact the fleet commander and explain the importance of prisoner's and
intact bases. If we can turn this into a ground assault we might be able
to gain some information that will help us defeat them. But this is Issahi
space so ultimately its their call. Either way we'll be there in.." He
looked over at Koreth who mouthed the answer. "...10 minutes. Zane out."
Zane leaned over and picked up the tear, looking at it
thoughtfully. "If things are going this fast their may be no Issahi to
give this too."
<<<NRPG>>>
Just keeping the ball rolling....
Max: Sorry to hear about your relative. Don't worry about us here take
all the time you need.
If you do get to post before you leave have the shuttle arrive
back at the FEY and then lead an away team down to take the base in
conjunction with the Issahi. (or even just an NRPG saying who you'd like
to go.) If not I'll set something up on Sat am.
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: Home Sweet Home</h3>
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Kristen Gant 11-22-1996</h4>
Stardate: 81122.2142<br>
Scene: Runabout Nogura II<br>
MD: 6.2300<br>
The back section of the Runabout remained silent after the word of the
discovery of the possible Reaver Base. Jerran seemed to be struggling with
the issue of the tear. Krysa could understand. The Captain wanted us to
just hand the valuable artifact over and hope they would return it to the
Bajorans.
She felt his mind block, strong as ever, making sure she got practically
nothing from him. Once or twice she caught him looking at her, grim as
ever. She sighed, knowing that he was on guard and wasn't going to allow
her to try and help.
She looked at Zane who was equally lost in thought, she was sure his
concerns centered around the Reavers. If it was truly a Reaver Base what
chance did the Issahi or the FEYNMAN stand. Particularly after what the
Reavers had apparently done to the SERAPIS.
There was a knock at the aft door and the Ensign who had been piloting the
runabout while the senior officers sat in the back entered. "We're aboard
the FEYNMAN now, sirs."
The three men looked at each other. All had been so lost in their thoughts,
they'd not been paying attention to the Nogura's approach to the FEYNMAN.
Krysa smiled lightly but was ignored by the others as they hurried out of
runabout, bound for the bridge. She shrugged and followed them.
***<br>
Scene: Bridge<br>
Once on the bridge Krysa headed to the Ops station. Patricia looked up at
her when she asked, "What did we get, Ens. Garrett?"
"Practically nothing, mostly due to the radiation."
Krysa nodded and took the seat her AOps vacated at her approach. Garrett
pointed out a few odd reading and then excused herself leaving Krysa to see
what she could figure out from the data.
Regards,<br>
Lt. Krysa Jenn<br>
***<br>
NRPG: BTW, Could someone please identify SIF and IDF for non techie like me
<nowiki>:}</nowiki> I realize it's bad if it fails.. I just don't know what it is.
As for this thing I'm attempting to call a post.. I apologize I have been
plagued by a lack of helpful idea for this mission. Not to mention being
completely baffled by most of the technical talk .. technobabble isn't my
strength. At least not technobabble that makes much sense :}
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 Today A Good Day To Die?</h3>
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Jason Bostjancic 11-24-1996</h4>
SD: 81124<br>
MD: 7.0700<br>
Scene: ReadyRoom<br>
> "The Issahi offensive will begin in 2 hours. As I made clear to<br>
>Captain Jilithi we will not be participating." To their credit both<br>
>officers remained impassive. "Once the shields go down I want you to lead<br>
>a heavily armed team of primarily security and engineering into the base<br>
>and retrieve our shuttle. If you can't escape with it, scuttle her. At<br>
>the same time find out as much as you can about anything you come across.<br>
>As I said, we are not at war with the Reavers and I don't want us to be<br>
>the ones to start it. If you are attacked defend yourselfs. But your<br>
>goal is to find the shuttle and return with it. Are there any questions?"<br>
Tarrant thought about the situation quickly, realizing there were many
factors involved which they had little to no control over once the invasion
started. What's worse, there was almost no information as to the Reaver
base. All they knew was that some type of transporter had beamed the
Shuttlepod (and assumingly it's passenger) into the base some hours
ago... even though the crew manifest registered that all FEYNMAN
crew were aboard and accounted for.
"Sir, have the Issahi given us any intellegence information regarding
the Reavers, their base, weapons... anything useful?"
<NRPG: Andy?>
"If the Reavers have done any testing on the Shuttlepod which would
use the impulse or warp engines we should be able to follow the signature
right to it once we're inside the base." Thought the CEO aloud. Zane
nodded.
<Ensign Dunnon to Lt. Koreth>
"Koreth here, what is it Ensign?"
<I've found something here which you might want to see.>
"Sum it up for me Dunnon, I'm a little busy here."
<Well, someone downloaded a lot of information from our
computer into data crystals just before the Shuttlepod was stolen.
It was well hidden, and I wouldn't have even picked it up
except I was running a class 2 diag...>
Dunnon had a mouth that just wouldn't stop.
So Zane interrupted.
"Ensign, this is Captain Zane. What information was extracted?"
the tone in his voice was borderline anger.
<Sir.. um, it appears to be specs on the Feynman, Starfleet
activities, bases, outposts, other ships....>
"Understood."
NRPG: Do our orders remain the same? :)
Ah, something I can sink my teeth into!
I'll finish up my end of the meeting once some
answers are forthcoming.
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: Lend-Lease</h3>
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by
Andrew Catterick 11-24-1996</h4>
SD:81124.1300<br>
MD:7.0600<br>
View: Outside the FEYNMAN of the Issahi Fleet Circling the Asteroid<br>
"Captains log, supplemental...The events of the past 24 hours have
sped by as if they had been preordained but now we find ourselves in a
rather uncharacteristic pause. A pause before a great storm. After the
initial battle with the Reaver ship the base has been overtly quiet. This
has given the Issahi homefleet time to move in and surround it. After the
destruction of the Reaver ship the base made some attempts to send out
communications packages but have since stopped due to Issahi jamming.
Fortunately these messages were recorded and have been passed along to
Ensign Loth and his team trying to crack the Reaver code.
It is the Issahi intention to overrun the base as soon as they
feel their net is complete. From monitoring their communications it seems
they are filled with a strong sense of apphrehension however the
destruction of the Reaver ship is serving to reawaken their warrior
emotions. Either way the assault will most likely be a bloody one.
Captain Jilithi, the homefleet's tactical officer and third in
command has come aboard to discuss the operation."
<nowiki>___________________</nowiki><br>
Scene: Conference Lounge<br>
The large Saurian sat down slowly in the modified chair that had
been provided for her. Her tailed slipped slowly back and forth as if it
did not believe the fragile looking seat would support her weight. It did
but not without a few troublesome creaks.
"Welcome aboard Captain it is an honour to have you here." Zane
began.
"There is no time for pleasantries Captain. The assault will
begin in three hours and I have much to do. My science officer informs me
you have information that will aid us. I am here to retreive it and to
discuss your ship's role in the coming operation."
"Captain all the information has been forwarded to your flagship
there is nothing more to add. We were hoping that your people would be
able to provide some more answers."
"Captain I am not a scientist, I can look at the summaries but I
believe to truly utilize information one must understand it completly.
I could have my staff explain it to me but it is your staff who have
made these breakthroughs and, therefore, their right to explain.
Proceed."
"Lt. Meleah." Zane gestured towards the science officer.
<nowiki><<<NRPG: Mealnie feel free (or not) to explain the defence you
have come up with to him. Ted, likewise the possible language
breakthrough.>>></nowiki>
Jilithi looked somewhat pleased at the information. Before these
Starfleeters had come things had looked quite bleak. But now in less than
24 hours they had destroyed a Reaver ship, found a hidden base almost on
top of the homeworld, taken a first step towards cracking the strange
click and buzzes that passed for the Reaver language and now they had a
defense against The Weapon. Certainly it wasn't a foolproof one but even
if it saved each ship from only one shot it would effectively double the
size and power of his fleet. Perhaps the First Counsel was right and
these strangers could help. Well, their technology maybe but certainly
the fighting would be left to the real warriors. These puny Starfleeters
could certainly not face the Reavers with out wetting themselves.
"As for our place in the battle.." Zane began
"Your ship is very powerful for its size Captain, we would like to
give you the honour of leading the third wave." It was clear from her
voice that she did not agree with the offer. It had probably been made by
the First Counsel himself.
A silence slid through the room. "That is not possible."
The Saurian frowned. "Surely you do not see yourself leading the
Fleet." She challenged.
"This is not our fight...yet. As Captain of a Federation Starship
I have wide discretionary powers but they do not include starting a war.
For the FEYNMAN to participate in such an assault would be tantamount to
doing just that."
"You coward!" Jilithi snarled as she rose from the chair slowly.
"No you are worse than a coward you are a fool. We will be destroyed by
the Reaver's and then they will come for you. The only chance of stopping
them is to ally ourselves against them. If you do not have the backbone
then Lord Nicholas must send someone who does!"
"Sit down!" Zane ordered in a tone he hadn't used since his
security days. Surprised the Saurian did so.
"I agree with you completly and I am am certain that the
Federation will to. But until that time I am duty-bound to remain
neutral and try to communicate with the Reavers. There is still the
possibility that this war can be diverted and as a Starfleet Captain
I must exhaust all possibilities. Since the discovery of the base we have
been trying to establish contact with the Reavers but have remained
unsuccessful."
"So you will watch as brave warriors give their lives to protect
you!"
"No we will conduct an operation of our own. A shuttle has been
stolen and we will retrieve it. If we encounter resistence we will
extinguish it. But we will not bombard the base nor will we be joining
your ground troops.
"And that is your final decision."
"It is the only decision to make."
"I will leave you then." Jilithi said clearly disgusted.
"Wait." Zane rose. "Lt. Koreth, Mr. Allard report to my
ready-room in 10 minutes. Everone else dismissed."
With the officers gone Zane walked over to the Saurian. "I know
how you feel about me but my hands are tied. But for what it is worth I
am completly of the same mind as you. The Reavers are as much our enemy
as they are yours."
"Brave talk for someone who prefers to slink in the shadows while
true warriors go out to die."
"Listen to me! I do not want war with the Reavers and I will do
everything in my power to stop it. But I will not run away from it. When
you have overcome the base's shields we will land an assault team to
retrieve our shuttle. It is likely that they will encounter opposition.
I know that is not enough for you now but it will be in the longrun. The
Federation Council must make the decision and to do that they need proof
that the Reavers have already warred against us. If I go in guns blazing
then some will think that it is Starfleet that started the war. That we
did not do enough to prevent it. Eventually they will know the truth but
how many Issahi will die until then. This is the only way."
"You are all cowards." Were her final words.
<nowiki>________________</nowiki><br>
MD:7.0700<br>
Scene: ReadyRoom<br>
"The Issahi offensive will begin in 2 hours. As I made clear to
Captain Jilithi, we will not be participating." To their credit both
officers remained impassive. "Once the sheilds go down I want you to lead
a heavily armed team of primarily security and engineering into the base
and retrieve our shuttle. If you can't escape with it, scuttle her. At
the same time find out as much as you can about anything you come across.
As I said, we are not at war with the Reavers and I don't want us to be
the ones to start it. If you are attacked defend yourselfs. But your
goal is to find the shuttle and return with it. Are there any questions?"
<<<NRPG>>>
Ok, we're walking a fine line here so lets keep it within the parameters
where possible. But above all have fun.
Melanie/Ted: fill in where applicable.
Jason/Mike: same for you as well.
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: Tension In The Air</h3>
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Kristen Gant 11-25-1996</h4>
Stardate: 81125.1253<br>
MD 7.0800<br>
Scene: Bridge<br>
Captain Zane stood leaning over the science station along with Lt. Jenn,
studying the difference in the communication pattern. They all watched the
dancing light patterns on the console in front of them. When place side by
side, the differences became clear.
"Could it be an advanced scout?" asked Jenn. "Sending a homing beacon to
the Reavers." There was a clear sense of dread in her voice.
"The Ceevan." Said a quiet voice behind her. They turned to see Jerran
standing there his face as emotionless as usual. "It's the Ceevan."
Something in the emotionlessness of his voice and his face was enough
silence them all. Even Loth who had been gloating over his discovery.
Zane nodded, "It's a possibility. Perhaps our fractured Romulan faction has
become somewhat of a 'Jem'Haddar' for the Reavers."
Krysa shuddered visibly, the others though showing no outward signs,
understood the woman's apprehension. "Should we inform the away team?"
Zane shook his head. "It's not going to make a difference in their mission.
Besides, I don't think we should make any rash judgments until we hear what
Koroth finds." He turned to Commander Maril who was standing just a short
distance away. "Commander, you have the bridge, I'll be in my ready room."
Zane turned and headed to his ready room, leaving the other officers
watching behind him.
Krysa moved to sit back at Ops. There really wasn't much for her to do
right now but continue to scan the area. However, her mind began to wander
unfortunately not to the things she should have been thinking about.
***<br>
MD 7.0820<br>
"Krysa?" Jerran called. The Ops officer didn't answer as she leaned back in
her chair.
"Lt.!" called Maril.
Krysa spun to look at him, "Sir?"
"You need to recalibrate your right sensor sweep," he said sternly.
Krysa looked down at her panel and saw the light blinking. "Of course,
sir." She said quickly making the adjustments that any first year cadet
ought to do without even thinking during a sensor sweep.
Jerran chuckled, "Now you know why I don't let you fly my ships anymore."
Krysa grinned at him. "That's because you don't know how to share, Mr.
Jerran. Something most kindergartners have already learned."
The light hearted joking had served to relieve a bit of tension from the
bridge. However, Mr. Maril was not amused.
"This is the bridge of a starship, Lts." He said from behind them. Krysa
looked up at him and nodded. She could see the tension in his face as well
as feel it emanating from him. He'd been kept off the last two away teams
and she could see that he wasn't pleased about it.
The past week, surveying the wreckage of the SERAPIS and the introduction
of the Reavers, had been difficult on the entire crew. They'd known it
wouldn't be a pleasant mission, and they'd prepared as best they could. But
it was impossible for any of them to simply brush off the effects of the
devastation they'd had to salvage.
And now with the introduction of an enemy like the Reavers, who seemed to
have little regard for any form of life, the crew was becoming
overwhelmed. She knew that was a part of her distraction. She still made it
a habit of surveying the general feelings of the crew and the more agitated
they became, the more agitated she also found herself.
Regards,<br>
Lt. Krysa Jenn<br>
****<br>
NRPG: Well, just bringing in an idea I read somewhere :} And then rambling
on for a few paragraphs about practically nothing <nowiki>:}</nowiki>
Kristen<br>
--<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 NRPG: Kevin Joins</h3>
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by
Andrew Catterick 11-26-1996</h4>
Kevin,
Welcome to the FEYNMAN!! Unfortunately I'm heading out the door
to work :( so this will be fairly brief but I fill you in on the rest
later today.
-First off I'll send you a summary of our mission thus far so you won't be
lost when you get here...that means you'll be the only one.
-the FEYNMAN homepage is at
http://homepage.interaccess.com/~sgant/feynman.htm... there you will find a
rather thin FAQ for the ship, specs and a summary of the last two
missions.
-I'll also send you a copy of the current roster and bio file if you
could send me a copy of your bio then I can update them and send them out
to everyone.
-now the tricky part....our CNS is still in the ship;) Donna resigned but
said she would write a final post...unfortunately due to RL that hasn't
happened yet so I was going to write her character staying behind when the
mission ended (I didn't think we'd get a replacement so fast) So when you
arrive you might want to explain why you got sent here;) Its a intense
diplomatic mission so maybe as backup.
Running late...more later...everyone say hi to the best ship in the Fleets
newest victim....play nice <EG>
regards,<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;">SB EPSILON: Ens. Loren Landers Reporting</h3>
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by
Kevin Thigpen 11-25-1996</h4>
Stardate: 81123.0900<br>
Scene: SB ALPHA---->SB EPSILON<br>
Ens. Loren Landers slept fitfully that night after receiving his
assignment. Adm. Crowell had been curt, to the point, but also
non-complimenting.
From his body language, Loren could tell Crowell thought him well suited
for a position as CNS, but nothing else.
Still, he was here in Starfleet after a long uphill climb. After being
alone for most of his life and having to fend for himself, it felt good
to be part of a team, a kind of family almost... Starfleet.
The next morning, Loren headed for the shuttlebay where he ran into Ens.
Allan Desoto, the same Ens. he had trained with on Armstrong Lunar Base.
"Hey, Landers," came the call from across the shuttlebay. Allan walked
up to Landers, beaming from ear to ear. "I got my assignment. I headed
for Green Fleet and SB Delta. I think I might get a posting as NAV
officer for the LEVIATHAN out there, but I'm not sure. What about you?"
"Adm. Crowell has assigned me to Silver Fleet. Looks like I'm going to
be a CNS." said Loren.
"Loren, you sound dissappointed," stated Desoto.
"No, I'm actually quite happy that I got this assignment. I prefer
helping people and with my...special abilities...I seem to have a knack
with knowing how people are up here," said Landers pointing to his head.
"Well, I wish you the best of luck Loren Landers. Maybe, we'll run up on
each other again," said Desoto.
"The same here Desoto, see you around."
Loren watched Desoto clamber into his runabout headed for Green fleet
before climbing in his shuttle headed for silver fleet.
The Shuttle named the Harrah was packed with new personnel headed for SB
EPSILON. Loren took a seat in the passenger compartment of the shuttle
and called up the fleet roster for Silver fleet. He intended to do some
studying while waiting for arrival at SB EPSILON.
The D-warp shuttle experience was somewhat uneventful for Loren, with one
exception. Upon entering the netherworld of D-warp, Loren felt a minor
tingle...not physical, but mental. <nowiki>*It's as if my telepathic powers were
suddenly skewed in some way*</nowiki> he thought. The feeling was so strange that
Loren couldn't even describe it to himself.
Seeing as this was his first actual D-warp trip, Loren was glad when it
was over and the pilot announced their docking at SB EPSILON.
Leaving his possesions with a yeoman, Loren made his way to CINCSILVER's
office and his new assignment.
Respectfully submitted,<br>
Kevin Thigpen<br>
Ens. Loren Landers<br>
NRPG: Later, Jeremy. May your adventures be more fun than mine :).
Mike Dawe: I am at your disposal.
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">SB EPSILON: Ens. Loren Landers Reporting (Cont.)</h3>
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by
Mike Dawe 11-25-1996</h4>
>The Shuttle named the Harrah was packed with new personnel headed for SB<br>
>EPSILON. Loren took a seat in the passenger compartment of the shuttle<br>
>and called up the fleet roster for silver fleet. He intended to do some<br>
>studying while waiting for arrival at SB EPSILON.<br>
><br>
>The D-warp shuttle experience was somewhat uneventful for Loren, with one<br>
>exception. Upon entering the netherworld of D-warp, Loren felt a minor<br>
>tingle...not physical, but mental. *It's as if my telepathic powers were<br>
>suddenly skewed in some way* he thought. The feeling was so strange that<br>
>Loren couldn't even describe it to himself.<br>
><br>
>Seeing as this was his first actual D-warp trip, Loren was glad when it<br>
>was over and the pilot announced their docking at SB EPSILON.<br>
><br>
>Leaving his possesions with a yeoman, Loren made his way to CINCSILVER's<br>
>office and his new assignment.<br>
The outer office was abuzz with activity. Most were crowded around
viewscreens watching some official ceremony and even the secretary to the
Vice Admirals office was intent on watching. Loren could feel air of
expectation and celebration before he even left the turbolift doors.
[Out of the deaths we will find life, out of the sorrow we will find hope.
To do anything less would dishonour those who have gone before us . . .
those who have died. I call upon you to join together, bound by the loss of
comrades and of ships I call upon you to form a new, stronger force.]
He crossed to look over a few shoulders at the viewscreen. It
showed a full crew standing at attention in a very large cargo deck. On a
dias before them stood some officer headed by a single dominant figure of a
Vice Admiral. Loren correctly assumed his assignment might be put on hold
for a few moments and watched, half his attention on the screen but an equal
half on the staff around him. As the Admiral continued he saw some tears
form and be wiped away as well as some smiles. It was like attending a
funeral at which a new birth is announced. As the commissioning ceremony
ended he saw a few shake their heads in wonder and some money pass hands.
The secretary was dabbing her eyes as she saw the betazoid approach.
"I'm sorry the Vice Admiral is not here right now but if you'd like to wait
I am sure that . . . "
She never finished her sentence as the Turbolift doors opened and a
huge bear of a man crossed the room and came up the to the secretary.
'Hrrmf, he next for me? Right then, come on."
So saying the Admiral Nicholas entered his office followed by a
bemused Ensign. "Bio chip?" Taking the proferred chip he slotted it into a
reader, skimmed it, then spun it back across the table to the CNS. "I have
been wailing for CNS's for months now. It's nice to see that they finally
saw fit to listen. I have two openings for someone of your calibre but
unfortunatly only one slot that would truly suit you. The other is on a
mission into Klingon territory and not what I think would be the best way
for you to start."
"It would be . . . uncomfortable." Agreed the Ensign, when it
became obvious the Admiral was waiting for a response.
"Hrrmf, uncomfortable eh? Well then, that leaves us with putting
you onto a D-warp . . . .what?" Grey eyes snapped to meet the dark ones of
the Betazoid.
"Sir?"
"Your reaction when I mentioned D-Warp. Have some difficulties
coming over?"
"No, no, I just feel like I have been in it for a while now, hard to
get my 'legs' back." The Counsellor lied, unsure how he could explain his
feelings about D-warp to an Admiral when he had yet to even find words for
them for himself.
"Well, get them back once you reach the Feynman because that is
where you are going to be the new head counsellor. Ops will give you docking
bay and departure time so dismissed Ensign, dismissed."
<<<nrpg>>>
Feynman crew, meet the latest addition who is lucky enough to not have his
box innundated with nrpg as an intro to the ship <G> but I enjoyed it.
Kevin Sherrod Thigpen <kthigpen@ocean.st.usm.edu>
Kevin, meet the feynman. They will set you up and let you know you have
gotten one of the steadiest ships in the fleet and winner of the order of
orpheus.
acatteri@freenet.npiec.on.ca, 103306.755@compuserve.com,<br>
sgant@interaccess.com, psy342@gator.net, jobaker@chuma.cas.usf.edu,<br>
splatter2@qtm.net, pockm@deakin.edu.au, donna.hurley1@sympatico.ca,<br>
mdawe@cln.etc.bc.ca, edh@titan.oit.umass.edu<br>
is the mailing list, plus you and the starfleet bounce.
I am two weeks behind on my reading due to marks and report cards so I
cannot place him cleaner than this. The excerpt from the ceremony is from a
post for the regent. The thread was included as it also contained the
remains of the Serapis crew (what few there were)
mike--->reading desperately to catch up, but needing to write, too.<br>
Vice Admiral Azariah Nicholas CINCSILVER<br>
Captain Christof Fife USS REGENT<br>
GM USS SARATOGA<br>
Lt. Cmdr Eskat Eskat USS HERMES<br>
Lt James Cardiff USS SARATOGA<br>
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: CNS2 On The Way</h3>
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by
Kevin Thigpen 11-26-1996</h4>
Stardate: 81126.1300<br>
Scene: SB EPSILON---->USS FEYNMAN<br>
"No, no, I just feel like I have been in it for a while now, hard to
get my 'legs' back." The Counsellor lied, unsure how he could explain his
feelings about D-warp to an Admiral when he had yet to even find words for
them for himself.
"Well, get them back once you reach the Feynman because that is
where you are going to be the new head counsellor. Ops will give you docking
bay and departure time so dismissed Ensign, dismissed."<br>
<nowiki>-------------------------------------------------------------</nowiki>
Loren gathered the information he needed to know from a young Lt. in
station ops. Apparently not much had been heard from the FEYNMAN since
their encounter with an alien race. The ship's last coordinates were
known, and it was also known that the ship was in the midst of a very
tense situtaion.
The Isaahi were pretty important to the Federation right now, and they
didn't want to take any chances so they were sending a functional
telepath out to ease the contact situation.
A D-warp shuttle was heading in the direction of the FEYNMAN and Loren
had been ordered aboard it. Lately, d-warp was a mode of travel he
didn't care that much about. But right now, Loren knew he had to put his
personal discomfort aside because there was a ship out there that needed him.
"Sir," stated the cheery Chief Petty Officer from the door to the shuttle
Elseveier, "We're cleared for departure and we have your belongings stowed."
Loren shook off his misgivings about d-warp and clambered into the
shuttle. Apparently, the CPO accompanying him was headed to a colony
a few parsecs away from the FEYNMAN's last coordinates. <nowiki>*At least, I'll
have company on this one*</nowiki> contemplated Loren.
["Shuttle Elseveier, you are cleared for departure"] came the
announcement from station ops.
"This is Chief Petty Officer Burrows. Acknowledged SB EPSILON." Burrows
tapped in the departure sequence while Loren sat back. Shuttle piloting
was not one of Loren's best skills.
The shuttle moved silently through the docking bay doors into open space
where Burrows pointed the shuttle in the right direction and engaged
d-warp. As the shuttle lept into netherspace, Loren prepared himself for
the unexpected.<br>
<nowiki>------------------------------------------</nowiki>
As the Elseveier came out of D-warp, Loren shook his head. <nowiki>*That one was
just as weird as the last one*</nowiki> thought Loren.
Burrows ran a check of the shuttle systems as the Elseveier came to a
relative stop outside of the star system in which the FEYNMAN was
located.
"You alright sir," said Burrows eyeing Loren. He had never seen d-warp
have that kind of effect on anyone before. <nowiki>*This guy is practically
shaking*</nowiki>
Suddenly, a warning bleep came from the sensor console. Loren came out
of his daze as his hands moved over the controls.
"It looks like there is an ship approaching. Ship recognition programs
can't identify it..."
"Whoever they are they're moving in really close," stated Burrows.
Loren eyes seem to glaze for a moment before, "I'm raising the shields
and arming weapons. See if you can contact the FEYNMAN."
A warning klaxon went off a split second before the shuttle rocked from a
weapons discharge from the approaching ship.
Burrows began evasive manuevers while Loren returned fire as best he
could. Unfortunately, the two Starfleet officers were so focused on
combating the first attacking ship, they fail to notice the other come
out from behind a nearby planetoid.
The second ship slammed the shuttle with as much firepower as it could
muster.
The Elseveier ducked under the fire of the first ship while returning
fire to the second hostile. Energy blasts spread across the bow of the
shuttle as it desperately ducked and weaved, but it was overmatched.
"Shields buckling...torpedoes and phasers down..." were the last words
for Burrows as his control console exploded peppering his face with the
fragments.
Loren shielded himself with his arm but to no avail. The blast rendered
him unconscious as well. The world went dim as the Elseveier floated
adrift and Loren saw the two unidentified ships close in...
Respectfully submitted,<br>
Kevin Thigpen<br>
Ens. Loren Landers<br>
USS FEYNMAN CNS2<br>
NRPG: Hi all! Once again, it's a pleasure to uhmm..be aboard...kind
of. Guess what. Help me! So far, I see two options.
The attacking ships were Reavers out for more Federation tech.<br>
1)Loren will be found when the away team from the FEYNMAN raids the
Reaver base.<br>
2)The Reavers didn't jam the shuttle's mayday and the FEYNMAN will break<br>
Of course, someone could have something more original in mind which is
fine by me.
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Countdown</h3>
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Jason Bostjancic 11-26-1996</h4>
SD: 81126<br>
MD: 7:0800<br>
Z-minus 1 hour before the Issahi attack would come.<br>
The choices for this mission had to be made carefully,
and thus Koreth and Allard's time had been spent mainly
on that.
Anyone in the two departments who had high levels of
combat and engineering training or experience was
automaticly 'volunteered'. That consisted of 8 people...
which included Dunnon, K'tal, and Majkel from engineering.
<Any NPC security choices?>
Tarrant, true to his nature, also made some adaptations to
the Phaser Rifles which would be issued to all. A modified
tricorder would be securely fastened to the top section of
each rifle - thus allowing full scanning ability without putting
the weapon down. Each tricorder was stripped of all general
starfleet information in case it fell to enemy hands.
There was one further addition the two officers wanted.
An asset combat-wise and science-wise, and a powerhouse
when it came to processing data.
Scene: Science station 1
Lts. Koreth and Allard walked in to find the lab hard at
work on the ytterbium equation... as was the CSO
Lt. Meleah.
"Lieutenant, " said Koreth as he approached the android,
"If at all possible would you be able to join us on the
away 'team' in recovering the stolen Shuttlepod?"
<Answer?>
MD: 7:0830<br>
Scene: Tarrant's Quarters<br>
Tarrant sat on the floor, legs crossed, with the lights dimmed.
Before him lies his Katana, wrapped in a sheath of some
crimson cloth. Each race of which he belonged had different
rituals performed before oncoming battles... the Feynman officer
had adapted elements of both to his own.
"Grant me strength against my enemies, power to endure what
is to come, honor for my deeds, the knowledge to obtain success,
and forgiveness for what I may have to do."
<nowiki>..................</nowiki>
<NRPG><br>
Just trying to set a mood.<br>
Meleah would be VERY helpful on the mission, if she can get away
from the lab for a little while. ;)
Anything from Allard?
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: Captive</h3>
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by
Kevin Thigpen 11-28-1996</h4>
Stardate: 81128.2200<br>
MD: 7.0945<br>
Scene: Inside the Reaver's asteroid base<br>
Loren awoke with an ache he swore was going to split his skull. Shaking
his head to get rid of the grogginess caused rivulets of pain shoot all
across his temples. <nowiki>*Mistake*</nowiki> he thought.
Slowly his vision cleared to reveal the four walls of what appeared to be
a holding cell. The walls themselves were bare as was the floor and
ceiling. Loren unsteadily clambered to his feet and began surveying his new
surroundings. He was halfway through running his fingers over one of the
walls searching for a means of egress when he stopped.
Grabbing his temples he began to concentrate, <nowiki>*What in the devil are all
these clicks and whistles I'm hearing?*</nowiki> The unintelligible clicks began
to dissolve into emotions as Loren concentrated harder... emotions he
could immediately recognize.
<nowiki>*The Federation...technology...an attack...a trap carefully laid...and
the FEYNMAN*</nowiki> The thoughts came rapidly and easily to Loren, so easily
that he put up a mental block because he began to lose himself to the
thoughts.
Loren's head began to pound again and his legs simply gave way. He curled
himself into a ball on the floor and began to meditate to force away the
pain and formulate a plan.
Respectfully submitted,<br>
Kevin Thigpen<br>
Ens. Loren Landers<br>
USS FEYNMAN CNS<br>
NRPG: Uh...had to put another post in for fun. I stayed away from
revealing too much about the Reavers...felt that was best left to you
guys, the experts...You guys are experts at this right?
Could the FEYNMAN be headed for a trap? <VBEG>
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Into the Lion's Den</h3>
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Jason Bostjancic 11-29-1996</h4>
SD: 81129<br>
MD: 7.0850<br>
"Um, Lieutenant - It's time." Ens. Dunnon poked his
head into the CEO's quarters, but didn't dare enter.
The security vest he wore was awkward and cutting into
his neck.
Tarrant allowed his eyes to slowly open. Letting his mind,
body, and soul awake from it's almost trance-like state.
He unwrapped the Katana before him, and promptly sheathed
it in an apparatus behind his back. Then went about putting
on the blast vest.
Dunnon watched the scene with amusement. Tarrant was
tough in Engineering, but reasonable. Always busy working
on something - involved. It was as if he now transfered all that
energy into himself. Every movement was a fluid arc, every
step, every motion. Dunnon almost missed the question when
his superior spoke.
"Have you completed the modifications on the rifles?"
"Yes sir, the modified tricorders are attached exactly like the
prototype you gave me. They're in Transporter Room 2, "
replied the Terran.
Tarrant nodded.
The walk to the transporter room was a quiet one. The few crew
who were in the corridors during the yellow alert status stepped
back to give room as the two made their way. For Dunnon, the
silence and stares were almost unbearable and strangely surreal.
They walked in to find they were the last to arrive.
"Glad to see you two finally showed up." said Allard with a bit
of a grin. "Thought I might have had to command this task force
all by myself."
Lt. Koreth grabbed one of the rifles, "And let you play with my new toys
unsupervised? I don't think so 'junior'."
<NRPG: Not sure If Meleah is in.. so I'll leave that open>
The partial klingon only had a few years on Allard, but the tactical
officer's young face made him appear much less aged.
Tarrant liked Allard ever since he had come on board. Sure, the then
ensign was green.. but there was something in his eyes... And as he
looked into that young face now, both forcing relaxed grins, Tarrant
could tell that they both knew the possibilities of what was to come.
"Sirs, " interrupted the transporter chief, "the Issahi attack has begun."
Allard turned to the team, "Ok, everone up. Circle formation, weapons
out. If you perseive something as a threat do not hesitate to protect
yourselves." He knew that the speech wasn't necessary, but gave
it anyway.
One by one they took up position. Koreth and Allard facing exact
opposite each other.
"Try to find a place free from as much activity as you can for the
transport. But, if you can look on to any familiar Federation signatures
in that time.. then send us there." said Tarrant to the transporter
chief.
Time passed. Yet when the word came, it was remembered
as but a fleeting second.
<Bridge to transporter room,> It was Cmdr Maril <Beam down the landing
party, and may Kazanti quench the flames of Azule.>
Shimmering blue light engulfed them, then faded as fast as it came on.
The passageway was barely lit. Honeycomb type patterns seemd to make
up the walls and floor. Two rows, one about 1/2 a meter up and another
about the same distance from the ceiling, emitted a dull yellowish light
from between the lines. The 'floor' seemed grippy, like rubber or as if a
light adhesive had been applied. The corridor itself extended in two
directions. No doors in the conventional sense were visible. Nor
was the enemy.
Tarrant held up his rifle to look at the tricorder attached to it.
"Picking up multiple energy readings all over, and multiple unknown
lifeforms... 400 meters this direction. "
"Are any Federation signatures?" asked Allard, not turning from
his position.
"No. I guess they weren't able to pick up a signature before beam-in."
"There dosen't appear to be any interfaces here." said Dunnon as
he looked at around. He slowly reached out and touched the wall.
"It feels like the floor... WHOA!" he pulled his hand back as if
bitten.
"What is it Ensign?"
"It.. 'changed' . When I pushed on it, I could feel it changing. Kinda
strengthening under the force."
"Make a scan of it Dunnon, but do it quick. " announced Tarrant
in a final type voice, "We have a mission."
"Which way, Koreth" said Allard. HE obviously didn't like the idea
of staying in a hallway all day.
"I'm reading power fluxuations and some light firepower in your direction.
Probably where the Issahi have started the ground attack."
Allard nodded, "Which means that the Shuttle pod would probably be
in a more secure section." It sounded good, but they knew that either
way they were just shooting in the dark. Splitting up would have been
the quickest way, but in this type of combat situation there was
required safety in numbers. "Then we head that way."
The corridor continued, which lead to a few intersections. Each time they
chose the direction closest to the strange power signatures. Again
no doorways seemed evident, but Tarrant saw on the tricorder evidence
that pockets of space existed behind them.
Allard kept track of the bio-readings... which started bothering him
quite a bit. "Hold up here."
"What is it?"
"Something strange is going on. " said the SEC officer who continued to
explain, "Three times now I've picked up bio readings, of at least 6
separate creatures in each group, and each time we've gotten within
50 meters they suddenly veer off... away from our location."
"Avoiding confrontation on your own base during a raid? Some
thing is not right." announced Koreth.
<nowiki>.................</nowiki><br>
NRPG<br>
Ok, here we go.
Wanted to allow some play off of the trap part set by
our new officer in his last post so.....
BTW: PLEASE! Don't send Krysa in with a shuttle craft to save us.
All we need is two downed shuttles to search for.
(Sorry, couldn't resist... everyone else gets to have fun)
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: The Ship!</h3>
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by
Kevin Thigpen 11-30-1996</h4>
Stardate: 81129.1300<br>
MD: 7.0950<br>
Scene: Holding Cell on Reaver's Base<br>
It didn't take long for Loren to achieve the proper mind state to block
the pain he was feeling. Sitting up he remembered that his body was
still damaged but his mind was no longer registering the pain. He
couldn't keep it that way for long, but maybe long enough to escape.
Running his hands once again over the seemingly featureless walls he
could feel them getting stronger in response to his applied force. On
top of that the floor seemed like it was gripping his feet. <nowiki>*This is
useless*</nowiki> he thought angrily as he kicked the wall he faced.
What happened next totally surprised him. His foot went through the wall
along with his leg and then the rest of his body. Jumping to his feet on
the other side Loren glanced around quickly to confirm what his Betazoid
senses had already told him...he was alone. Looking back at the wall he
tried to tentatively put his hand back through the wall but it was just
as hard as ever.
He then envisioned himself fighting someone, beating them, and put his
hand back up to the wall. It passed right through as if the wall were
made of water. Loren drew upon other emotions as he repeated the test.
<nowiki>*Amazing, certain emotions namely anger, allowed one to pass through the
walls or doors or whatever they are here*</nowiki> Loren realized.
With his newfound knowledge Loren made his way towards an open corridor
with the one intention of finding a way out.
After making it a few meters down the corridor, Loren stopped. <nowiki>*Bad guys
ahead*.</nowiki> He eased himself into their thoughts for a brief moment and drew
his mind back abruptly. He couldn't see them around the corner but he
sensed six of them and they were anxious. Once again Loren made out the
ideas of a trap but it wasn't directed at anything or anyone nearby. The
idea seemed to concern something bigger and farther away.
Then it hit him. The FEYNMAN was headed for a trap. The thoughts
came fast and furious. <nowiki>*The base was expendable...first lead the Isaahi
fleet into the asteroid field, destroy them while the FEYNMAN attempts to
leave the area. While the Isaahi are occupied with the base, an ambush
of a large number of our ships will capture the FEYNMAN...They're going
to try to capture the ship. No time for this, I gotta go*</nowiki>
Loren spun around to come face to face with hooded creature about 2
meters tall shuffling even closer to him. <nowiki>*Damn, too preoccupied to
sense this one coming up on me*</nowiki> The thing reached out to grab Loren who
grabbed the thing's left appendage, twisted it to the right, and
using the momentum generated threw the thing to the floor.
Bounding over the fallen creature, Loren ran for all he was worth.
Respectfully submitted,<br>
Kevin Thigpen<br>
CNS<br>
USS FEYNMAN<br>
NRPG: Hehehe...The FEYNMAN might be in trouble...soon. Had to clarify
the trap thing a bit more.
Shipbound crewmates- Take it away.
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Throwing A Baseball</h3>
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Max Felsher 11-30-1996</h4>
SD 81130.0240 (GMT)<br>
MD 7.0930<br>
SCENE: Bridge<br>
Maril monitored the battle closely, watching for any strange occurrences.
Nothing so far.
Unfortunately, the Issahi were losing despite their superior numbers. The
Reavers were taking advantage of their better firepower and the Issahi lack of
maneuverability. A good quarter of the Issahi attack fleet had been destroyed, as
opposed to less than an eighth of the Reavers.
But, then, as it looked like the Reavers would force the Issahi back, different
Issahi ships started to enter the battle. These were about the same length and
thickness as the others, but much wider. And when the Reavers fired their
weapons, it took about twelve high-power shots to bring these strange ships'
shields down even 25%.
Suddenly, it hit Maril as suddenly as the lightning hit Regampha. He recalled
the data from Lt. Meleah's experiments with the dilithium sword. The energy
readouts were very similar. So it was dilithium the Issahi were using!
"The attack of the valmbirds at Cidema," he whispered under his breath.
He looked up to see what was happening around the Bridge. Seemingly, all
was quiet. Very few Reavers had attacked since the Feynman had beamed down
the away team. Perhaps they were too focused on the Issahi attack.
"Reaver ship at bearing 212, mark 308," Jerran reported calmly. Maril had
thought too soon.
"Red alert," Maril ordered quickly.
"Hold your fire, Tactical," Zane said slowly. "Let them fire first. Mr. Jerran,
bring us about to face the Reaver ship, but keep us within communications range
of the away team."
"Aye, sir, but two more ships have just appeared at bearings 257, mark 7 and
104, mark 76."
"All three ships are firing weapons, sir," the tactical officer reported with some
worry.
The ship rocked violently, almost throwing Maril out of his chair. "Damage
report," he said sternly as he attempted to regain his bearings.
"Shields down to 37%. Damage to decks 14-16 of the Engineering section."
"Get some repair teams down there," Maril ordered.
"You may open fire, Tactical," the Captain gave the command.
"Aye, sir."
The ship shuddered again. "Report."
"The ship in front of us has been destroyed. Our shields went down for 4
seconds, but they are now back up to 10%. Damage to the starboard nacelle
pylon."
"Continue firing," Zane ordered.
Jenn suddenly spoke up. "Sir, somehow a small probe got close to us when
our shields were down for 4 seconds. It is creating a magnetic field." Then she
held her breath for a second. "Sir, the probe's magnetic field is disrupting our
anti-matter containment field. If our containment field fails-"
"We won't be here to fight the Reavers at all," Zane finished the sentence.
"The Jacolian tunnelers attacking from below," Maril whispered.
Zane shivered for a second, but quickly gained control. "Can we destroy it?"
"Not by conventional means," Jenn answered. "The probe is much too close
to the ship. An explosion would cause a major hull breach."
"Can we get a tractor beam on it?" Maril asked, worried.
"Possibly. The probe is very small. We may grab a lot of empty space
instead of the probe."
"I think that's a chance we have to take," Zane said, seemingly calm.
"Tactical, get a tractor beam lock on it. When you have it, swing the tractor
beam outwards and let go at the end of the arc."
"Aye, sir, I have a lock on it, engaging tractor beam, missed it," the tactical
officer reported. "Got another lock, engaging tractor beam, got it this time.
Swinging the tractor beam to the port, disengaging tractor beam...now! The
probe is continuing on its path outwards."
"Good job, everyone," Zane said with some relief. "Are there any Reaver
ships still attacking us?"
"One, sir. The other one has gone to the main battle."
"Status of shields?" Maril asked.
"They're up to 24%. The Reaver ship is firing again."
"Return fire!" Zane ordered as the ship shook.
The sun has met the sea,<br>
Lt. Commander Onta Maril,<br>
First Officer, USS Feynman,<br>
aka Max Felsher<br>
NRPG:
Sorry for my lack of posting. School, and everything. :(
And, yes, I am leaving a cliffhanger for everyone. :)
Kevin:I'll be sending various info, disclaimers and other paraphernalia on the
Feynman soon. :)
MDailey
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