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<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Bombshell Fragments</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Michael "Mike" Dailey 1-24-1997</h4> | |||
SD:90124.1930<br> | |||
MD:1.1216<br> | |||
Scene:Top of Ayer's Rock, Holodeck 3 | |||
Grabbing one last piece of Bat's gourmet BBQ chicken, the fourth one for the | |||
hungry CSO, J.C. returned to the table just in time to see CINCSILVER complete his | |||
ascent to join there hot but merry group. Tearing into the tender smoked leg of fowl, | |||
he looked at the screen, staring in shock at the names that glowed at him.. | |||
MARIL - JENN - KORETH | |||
Several thoughts ran through the young officers' head at once. Listening to the | |||
others comments, J.C's own reactions danced throughout his mind. | |||
* Anger. Angry at them... how could they leave the FEYNMAN? We were a family. It seems | |||
only yesterday a very green and somewhat cocky J.C. has reported for his first | |||
starship assignment here. Sadness! All of the fun times we've had... the last three | |||
missions, working and growing together. Jenn's sense of humor, Koreth's friendship, and | |||
Maril's wise words and kind heart, he would miss each one in their own way. Happiness! | |||
Hey, if they're leaving, that opens up quite a few opportunities for the 'lower decks'... | |||
* Justin, listen to yourself. Stop being selfish for a moment and think of your friends! | |||
What do THEY want, for their lives and careers?* | |||
Gnawing the last bit of meat from the bones, J.C. set his plate down and | |||
listened to the senior officers... | |||
<I> | |||
>"Opportunities like this don't come often Mr. Koreth, " said Zane, "and | |||
the fleet needs experience of 'any' type... even incomplete. Perhaps you | |||
should think more on this decision?"<br> | |||
</I> | |||
* Any type, huh? Perhaps I should think more about my career. Command of a SOLAR or starbase | |||
seems a long way off, but from the Coalsack and Issahi homeworld, those seemed | |||
a lifetime away.* J.C. laughed to himself, suddenly remembering the dream he | |||
had this morning. Ah, the good life. | |||
"Admiral, Captian." J.C. stood and addressed the two ranking officers, "Permission to | |||
speak freely?" Nicholas mowed down on his own sizeable bit of BBQ bird, and with a | |||
mouthful, nodded to the CSO. | |||
"Uh. Sirs, I was curious just what positions were open." Zane looked somewhat shocked, as | |||
did some of the others. "Not that I'm requesting anything, Sirs. But if I should want to | |||
open new doors in my career, it would be good to have my hand on the doorknob, as it were." | |||
J.C. hated being the center of attention, especially now as all eyes were on him. | |||
Submitted,<br> | |||
Mike Dailey<br> | |||
Splatter2@qtm.net<br> | |||
Lieutenant J.G., J.C. Allard CSO - USS FEYNMAN - SILVER FLEET<br> | |||
Lieutenant D'doj Zzawj Ckorji MD OPS/2O USS ELIZABETH BLACKWELL - SILVER FLEET<br> | |||
Lieutenant Commander Jordon Kabreigny - CNS USS BURKE - GREEN FLEET<br> | |||
NRPG<br> | |||
dum de dum dum. <- dragnet theme. I'm not interested in leaving, just a little RP | |||
shocker.... You know J.C. always full of surprises... we'll, at least always full of something. ;) | |||
Cheers!<br> | |||
Mike<br> | |||