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 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
+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
+, 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. :)

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