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USS FEYNMAN: An Easy Escape?

by Kristen Gant 1-1-1997

Stardate: 90101.1439
Scene: The Wall
MD: 10.1915

Krysa looked out from under the table. Her eyes widened as she spotted the Captain, dressed in a beer stained Tuxedo punching a very tall Bolian. Zane seemed to have the upper hand, yet the Bolian refused to fall.

Krysa moved carefully out from under the table, still on hands and knees and reached out grabbing the Bolian's left foot and jerking quickly. The Bolian tumbled to the ground and Krysa jumped to her feet to avoid being crushed under him.

"I thought you and Meleah were shopping," he said throwing a very drunk Ferengi out of his way.

"We were," she grinned back stepping to avoid the falling Ferengi.

The circle of Feynman officers was moving closer to the exit when the first of the Marines entered the establishment. Bat roared, "The back way!"

Krysa found herself stepping over fallen bodies as they moved back in the direction they had come. Heading toward the back didn't seem to be quite as difficult as going toward the front as most of the bodies were already down.

A slender Kzinti suddenly rose up from the floor in front of Krysa and she roughly kicked up, her knee connecting with his chin, with a loud crack. The Kzinti sunk back to the floor and Krysa stepped over him, continuing to move back in the direction Bat had motioned to.

"Halt!" she heard marines yelling from the front of the bar. A gentle push from behind kept her moving and soon a bright light shown through a door not to far ahead. She ran through it quickly, happy to find several of her crewmates already waiting in the service hallway behind the bar.

"Do we have everyone?" Ens. Landers called.

"I think so," Bat said. The group as a whole turned and began to run down the hallway. As they rounded a corner the officers of the USS FEYNMAN ran face first into a contingent of three Starfleet marines with Stun rifles pointed at them. So much for an easy escape, Krysa thought.

Regards,
Lt. Krysa Jenn

NRPG: Sorry guys, I couldn't resist :} Don't know who else is with me and Ens. Landers and Bat, but I'm assuming most everyone :}:}

Kristen & Scott Gant
http://homepage.interaccess.com/~sgant/gant.htm

USS FEYNMAN: A Few Changes(and a trip to Security Central)

by Max Felsher 1-1-1997

SD: 90101.2300
MD: 10.1930

He sat in an armchair next to a glass table. His parents had sent him Jeckalla's Gaze Across the Ocean, a novel by a respected author from Motuxi, Maril's home planet. For some reason his parents had thought he would like it. He had let it sit there for a few weeks without touching it. Now that he was reading it, though, it was actually quite good. Of course, it was hard adjusting back to full Tamarian, but Maril was understanding the plot.

He looked up from the book as the door chimed. "Enter," he said, standing up.

The doors opened and WO Bellad Jafel, Maril's aide, walked through. Maril's smile turned into a skeptical frown as he saw a traveling bag slung over Bellad's shoulder. "Are you going somewhere, Jafel?" Maril said, putting a bookmark in the book and placing it on the table.

Bellad smiled uneasily. "I'm leaving for Bajor. My mother became ill about a week ago. I have to check on her, and make sure she can take care of herself."

Maril nodded thoughtfully. "Well, I'm sorry to lose you, Jafel. Do you think you will be able to come back?"

Bellad shrugged. "I can't really know until I get to Bajor. I'll see what I can do, though."

Maril extended his hand. "Until we both see the mountain."

Bellad grasped it and shook his hand. "May the Prophets guide you."

With that, Bellad turned slowly and stepped back through the doors.

Maril sighed and picked the book back up. He would have to find a new aide, at least for the time being.

Laying aside the book, Maril sat down at the table, in front of a standing console. "Computer, link me to a subspace beacon to the Tamarian Union, towards the planet Tyul IV."

After a few seconds, a computer voice stated, <Jesen who traveled, say in the elbin's voice the owl.>

"Azelti Maril and Perun Tuelchi."

Within minutes, the smiling form of Maril's mother appeared. "First ray of light, Onta!" Perun said happily.

"Sunrise, mother." The conversation turned to happenings back on Motuxi and around the Federation, and other news. Finally, though, his mother had to cut off the connection, although he did ask her to send some Tamarian music to load into the Feynman database.

Turning the console off, Maril smiled and grabbed the book. He turned to the page he had been on, and started reading. Rikabo searched the abandoned house on the beach. Suddenly, a noise caught his attention....

[Epsilon Security to Lieutenant Commander Onta Maril. Would you please report to Starbase Security Central.]

The sun has met the sea,
Lt. Commander Onta Maril,
First Officer, USS Feynman,
aka Max Felsher

NRPG:
First of all, happy New Year, everyone!

I just hope you guys don't get into too much trouble at the Wall. I have a vision of Maril having to go to the SB Epsilon brig to clear all of you. :)

And eek in what array that they were inne:
And at a knight than wol I first biginne.
A KNIGHT ther was, and that a worthy man,
That fro the tyme that he first bigan

USS FEYNMAN: The Tank

by Andrew Catterick 1-2-1997

SD: 90102.0930
MD: 10.1925
Scene: Outside the Wall

Jerran walked down the corridor just in time to see his crewmates standing in front of a pai of marines holding stun rifles. He shook his head with a smile, and after debating with himself for a minute on whether or not to let them spend the night in the drunk tank, he stealthily sneaked up behind the guards and simultaneously gave them both a pinch to the nerves at the base of their neck, letting go to hear a pair of satisfying thumps, and seeing the faces of his friends staring in disbelief.

"I should have known you'd be hear, Krysa. Did someone get in your way while you were trying to go to a fifty percent off sale?"

"Funny, flyboy. Now let's get out of here before our friends wake up."

As the group began to leave the scene Zane moved closer to Jerran. "Assaulting marine MPs Mr. Jerran. That's quite a serious offence."

"Only if there are witnesses." Jerran replied with an evil smile. "Besides what would happen if the FEYNMAN was needed for an emergency and you were all in the 'tank'? I had Starfleet's best interests at heart."

"Well then, I commend your actions....unofficially of course."

"Of course." Jerran replied.

"Ahhh! The book!" Zane said as he came to a halt.

"What book?" Jerran asked, uncomfortably aware that they were still very close to the wall and angry marines.

"Go on ahead I'll catch up."

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MD:10.2045
Scene:Drunk Tank, EPSILON Security.

For a being that can not sleep 'waking' from an unconscious state was extremely disorienting. As he lay there, his senses slowly coming back he began to piece together what had happened. He had returned to the Wall and had retrieved the book and was quickly making his way to the turbolift when two MPs had confronted him. He had identified himself and had started to pull out his Starfleet ID. That was when one of them pulled out his stun stick.

He slowly raised himself into a sitting position and gazed around the room. There were at least thirty beings in a variety of heaps strewn throughout. He recognized many of them from the Wall, including the Nausican who's jaw he had smashed. Struggling into a stand the stench of the room and the various bodily fluids he had been laying in hit him and he used every ounce of his will not to vomit. "Guard! Guard!"

"Quiet in there!" A voice growled. As the marine approached he poked his stunstick at Zane menacingly. "What do you want rummy?"

"Private if you ever want to see corporal you'll go and get your CO and tell him *Captain* Zane wants him down here right now."

Without a word the private turned on his heel and marched back down the hall. Five stagnant minutes later a marine sergeant appeared.

"Private Jones here tells me you think your a Captain, little too much booze today or do you have an ID to back up your story?" The marine knew exactly who Zane was because he had examined his ID card right before he had consigned it to the trash receptacle.

"No my ID has been taken but if you contact the FEYNMAN, my ship, they'll vouch for me."

"Uh-huh. Do you know how many drunks try to pass themselves off as Fleet personnel to get out here. No dice, buddy. The regs say that ID or not you stay in here for 24 hours to dry out."

"I haven't even been drinking!" Zane protested.

"Sure doesn't smell that way." The sergeant replied smugly.

"Take a blood sample."

"I'm not a medic." There was nothing like making a naval officer's life hell.

"Look sarge my ship leaves in twelve hours on a very important mission that has lots of lives depending on it." Zane lied. "You want to explain to the admiral why this mission is in jeopardy?"

"As long as I'm following the regs the admiral can't touch me."

"Maybe not officially but I'm sure you've been around long enough to know Admiral Nicholas, he will make his displeasure clear. I hear the belt mines need more security."

The marine jabbed his deactivated stun stick into Zane's stomach. "You better take a nap cause your in here for 23 more hours. I follow the regs." With that he stalked back down to his office. Once there he activated his comm. "Get me the senior officer aboard the FEYNMAN."

"What are you doing sarge? I thought you were going to leave him there."

"Listen you little maggot nobody's talking to you." He hated the navy but the thought of being in the belt was something even worse."

<<<NRPG>>>

Gotta run hope there aren't too many spelling errors.

Max: Uh, could you uh bail me out.:)

Respectfully,
Andy

-Captain Zane, Commanding Officer, USS FEYNMAN
-Commander Horatio Sinclair, Fleet Intelligence Officer, BLUE FLEET

USS FEYNMAN: Blah, blah!

by Jason Bostjancic 1-2-1997

SD: 90102
MD: 10.1300
Scene: Bridge

Tarrant sat in the 'captains' seat and stared at the image of Epsilon. Every once in a while another ship would come into view and he would immediately go over the class, specs, and where it was probably built. In other words... Lt. Koreth was bored.

For once, the CEO had actually finished repairs to the FEYNMAN early. He had been planning on checking out some holoprograms for sale down on the merchant level when the computer warning notified him that over 5 of the senior staff had already left the ship. Grudgingly, Tarrant returned to his quarters, then went to 10-F, then engineering, and finally to the bridge for a shift.

<Lt. Jenn to the Bridge>

So they return thought the partial Klingon bitterly, "Tarrant here Lieutenant. I take it you have returned?"

<Yes. A couple of us are down here in sickbay.. um, has the captain returned or have you heard from him?>

"No word and no sign," a tinge of worry surfaced, "Is he in any danger?"

<No, no. Well, I don't think so. Last I saw he was returning to the Wall.>

Tarrant shook his head. Why that bar was allowed to remain on the Federation Starbase at all was beyond him.

"That would explain your all being in sickbay. Would you like to send a search 'group' to look for him?" Tarrant would have, but Krysa was his senior.

There was a pause.

<No, I think the Captain can handle himself. But if we don't hear from him in a few hours...>

"Understood - Bridge out."

.................... NRPG

Just a little something to state that I am still here. Sorry, but someone had to return and Krysa drew the short straw. But I tried to leave it open as to who else returned.

I'll leave the plea for bond money to Max to post. Maybe we should leave Zane in there and see what happens when the Naussician wakes up to find the man who broke his jaw in there with him. <G>

Respectfully,
Jason

Commander Tirrin Vorak - XO - USS BURKE
Lieutenant Tarrant L. Koreth - CEO - USS FEYNMAN

Potest esse nur unus

USS FEYNMAN: Facing the Maril

by Kristen Gant 1-3-1997

"Sir," Loren began addressing Krysa, "now that all that's settled, who's going to tell Commander Maril what happened?"

There was another pause.

"Well, perhaps we shouldn't disturb the Commander right now .." Krysa began. She was getting worried that Zane had not yet returned. She watched him head back into the bar despite opposition form his crew. And now he had not yet returned. It wasn't likely he had headed back to wherever he had been before .. After all his tuxedo was ruined.

She couldn't help but wonder where he had been dressed to the nines like that. But she pushed those thoughts aside, after all it wasn't her business.

"Lt.," said the growly voice of the FEYNMAN's CMO, "Commander Maril will not be pleased if something's gone wrong."

"Do you think something's wrong?" Krysa asked, concern in her eyes.

Glin'kharr raised an eyebrow, "I am merely stating the possibilities."

Krysa frowned and began to pace. Facing the wraith of Onta Maril wasn't something she wanted to do. But the Doctor was right, what if something bad had happened to the Captain. They had been back for well over a hour and he had not yet returned. Of course he was a grown man who could take care of himself ..

She continued to pace for a few more minutes before her concern finally won out over her fear of retribution from the commander.

She tapped her commpin lightly, "Lt. Jenn to Commander Maril."

"Sir, do you think you could come down to Sickbay for a moment. I have something I need to talk to you about."

There was a slight pause and then, he answered, <I'm on my way.>

Scene: Sickbay
MD: 10.2045

Onta frowned at Krysa, "You were where?"

"The Wall, sir," she said.

The FEYNMAN's executive officer stared at the officers lined up in Sickbay: Krysa, Ens. Landers, Lt. Allard, Lt. Meleah and the three junior officers who had been dragged to the wall by Bat. "Now I'm not going to forbid anyone from going to the Wall .. but a brawl!" He growled, "Who started it?"

There was silence as they all fidgeted. Maril asked once again, "Who started it?"

It was then that Maril commbadge chirped, <Cmdr. Maril, you have a call from Epsilon Security.>

"Busnabi missing the Riini River!" Maril's oath came out loudly. "Who isn't here, that was in this brawl in The Wall?"

"Well, sir," said Krysa clearing her throat, that's actually why I called you down here. You see .. Well, Captain Zane is missing."

Maril's eyes widened, "Captain Zane was in the brawl at the Wall?"

Krysa nodded.

Maril sighed heavily and hit his commbadge, "I'll take it in my office."

Regards,
Lt. Krysa Jenn
OPS/2O, USS FEYNMAN

NRPG: Okay I got to thinking about it .. and decided that everyone ought to have to squirm just a bit. Sorry, Mike .. Even JC :}

Andy, Krysa isn't likely to ask where Zane was all dressed up, cause I think she might be a tad jealous :}:} hehe, poor thing!

Kristen
--
Kristen & Scott Gant
http://homepage.interaccess.com/~sgant/gant.htm

USS FEYNMAN: Just Before the Storm

by Max Felsher 1-3-1997

SD 90104.0330
MD 10.2050
SCENE: Sickbay

"Doctor, could I use your office to receive the communication?"

Glin'kharr growled for a second, as usual.

[There is a drunk man claiming to be from your ship. I don't believe him, but I had to check, sir. Regualtions.]

"I understand."

[Well, sir, if you could just come here and verify that he's not from your ship, I could be out of your hair...er, way, sir.]

Maril was still more impatient. "Look, Sergeant, I am the first officer of a starship. I have duties to perform. I can't waste my time going all the way to Security Central just to check to see if a drunk man is from my ship." Then, Maril remembered that the Captain was not back, and that he had supposedly been involved in the brawl. "Actually, Sergeant, I'll be right there."

As Maril walked out of the CMO's office and Sickbay, he noted to Lt. Glin'kharr that he should keep the charged officers in Sickbay until he returned.

SD: 90104.0200(GMT)
MD: 10.1935
SB Epsilon: Corridor near Security Central

Maril strode down the corridor, rushing past other officers and wondering why he was reporting to Security. What could have happened? Was he being charged with a crime? No, if they were going to arrest him, they would not have asked him to come; they would have found him and gone to him. But what could it be?

Ahh. Here it was. Security Central and Brig. Maril walked through the doors, and into a disaster area.

SCENE: Security Central and Epsilon Brig

Maril started to search for the correct cell, but was having no luck. Suddenly, a voice called out, "Hey, what do you think you're doing?" Maril turned to look; there was an officer at a desk seemingly directing traffic in Security Central.

"I'm an officer of the USS Feynman. I have to verify if a drunk person is from my ship."

"Okay, I guess you can pass." "You Commander Maril?" Keinman asked, sweating a bit.

Officers and Marines were running back and forth, trying to figure out who all of the prisoners were. Meanwhile, the prisoners were sitting around the entire Brig, just waiting.

Maril noticed an officer who seemed to be managing where everyone was going, sitting behind a desk. After getting in a long line, he finally arrived to the desk and waited for the officer to say something.

"So, what's your business here?"

"Lieutenant Commander Onta Mari, First Officer of the USS Feynman. I was ordered to come here."

"Yes. Who was it that you wanted me to see." "Ummm...I'm actually not quite sure. Most of them are delirious, and a lot of them have claimed to be Starfleet." Maril smiled back, but his smile soon hardened.

The officer looked down his list. "Oh, yes, a Sergeant Keinman wanted you. Says there a drunk man claiming to be on your ship."

"Very well. Where should I go?"

"Uhh...Holding Cell C, the Drunk Tank. Watch out. There's a lot of crazy people in there." The officer smiled knowingly.

"Thank you." Maril then started to walk down the line of cells. Reaching a big one with a large group of people lying about with blank stares on their faces, he was about to look inside when a Marine sergeant stepped in front of him.

"You Commander Maril?" the sergeant asked, sweating a bit.

"Yes. Why have I been called here?" Maril said suspiciously.

"There's a drunk guy who says he's captain of your ship. I wouldn't think much of it; he's probably just drunk."

"Thank you, Sergeant." Maril stepped around the sergeant and scanned through the cell. Suddenly, his eyes fell upon a man in a tuxedo, leaning on a side wall. "Captain!"

The man, who was now obviously Captain Zane, stood up and smiled. "Hello, Commander."

The sergeant stood with his mouth wide open. "You mean you know this man?"

Maril smiled. "Of course. Meet Captain Zane, Commanding Officer of the USS Feynman."

The sergeant looked a pale white. "Well, I guess I can let you out then," he said as he neared the forcefield control panel, feigning laughter. He reached over to the controls and let the forcefield down as Zane stepped out, then put the forcefield back up quickly.

"Well, I'm sorry I detained you,...sir," the sergeant said, pretending to be friendly.

"No problem, Sergeant. No harm done."

Zane and Maril hurried through the masses of people until they were well away from Security Central.

"Well, Commander, that's not an experience I'm likely to forget soon," Zane grinned.

Maril smiled back. "Nor I, sir. Now, how exactly did you get in the brig?"

Zane sighed. "First of all, yes, I was involved. I think we need to talk about it i my Ready Room, Commander, just as soon as I change out of this tux."

"You know, sir, I could have you put in the Brig." There was a faint smile on Maril's lips.

"Sir, Lieutenant Jenn has told me that she and some other officers were involved in a brawl at the Wall, including yourself. Is this so, sir; and if it is, how am I supposed to discipline the crew?"

The sun has met the sea,
Lt. Commander Onta Maril,
First Officer, USS Feynman,
aka Max Felsher

NRPG: Stay tuned for the next episode in our never-ending (literally) saga, as the senior officers (most of them) nurse their wounds and wonder just how good the security sensors were in the Wall. ;) <g>

Well, I guess everyone's back now (at least, I hope so).

Okay, now how are we supposed to go around saving the galaxy if six of the senior staff are being charged in a court-martial? <VBG>

USS FEYNMAN: The Pony Express

by Michael "Mike" Dailey 1-4-1997

SD: 90104.0930
MD: -0001.????
SCENE: Outside Sickbay - USS FEYNMAN

Having just been released by Dr. Glin'kharr, everyone went their respective ways. The group of FEYNMAN officers and crew that had required 'minor' attention from their little 'adventure' at EPSILON's 'Wall', and required the skills of their CMO and staff. Mostly minor cuts, bumps, and scrapes for the lot of them. Nurse Tamy and Doctor Glin'kharr had tended to them, all while the Doctor Grumbled about the foolishness of the situation.

Approaching a lift near the Pharmacy, J.C. considered checking in with Security, but dismissed the idea. He was still on leave, and SCPO Alex Tamarov could handle the minimal administrative duties while the FEYNMAN was 'in port', as the old Naval term applied when wooden ships roamed Terra's seas and oceans centuries ago.

J.C. instructed the lift to proceed to Deck 5. After cleaning up and possibly a bite to eat, he would catch up on some correspondence. The lift stopped on Deck 5, nicknamed 'officers country', as most of the FEYNMAN senior officers were assigned quarters here. He proceeded on the Cabin 735, and the doors parted immediately as the internal sensors recognized him.

-SNIP- Half hour later.

Sitting in his favorite overstuffed chair in the living area of his quarters, J.C. was finishing the last of his dinner, a small vegetable salad with a light dressing and croutons, followed by a hearty-sized serving of spaghetti and meatballs. After a shower to wash the 'Wall' smell off of him, J.C. had changed into a pair of jeans and his favorite navy cardigan. He had chosen one of his favorite soft and light instrumental jazz pieces, and dimmed the lights to a more relaxing glow. J.C. finished the last bite of spaghetti, and got up to return the bowl, etc. to the replicator. *Hmm, if I had some company, this could be fun* though J.C., considering the romantic setting he had created in his quarters for just himself. Returning to the chair, J.C. considered what to do next.

"Computer," said J.C. "Personal Log Entry. Another mission tucked under the FEYNMAN's 'belt', and here we are at EPSILON awaiting our next orders. While off duty, Ensign Loren Landers, our new CNS, and myself engaged in some much needed 'emotional therapy' at the 'Wall' on EPSILON, a well noted high-class establishment. I ran into an old acquaintance of mine, an upperclassmen from my academy days. He 'reminded' me of the old times we used to enjoy." J.C. rubbed his right eye, still slightly sore despite Dr. Glin'kharr's attempts.

"I'm anxiously awaiting our next mission briefing, as FEYNMAN briefings go, they are usually as exciting as the actual missions, sometimes better. Personally, I would love an exploration mission. To find someplace, a planet, that no one else, at least no Federation or Starfleet personnel have ever visited. As for Security, I have to meet with the two new additions to my staff, replacements for the two who were lost on the Reaver base, the first two I ever lost under my command. Computer, end log." said J.C. *Great, finish your log sounding all morbid. Way to go. Oh well.*

"Computer, how many new messages do I have?" asked the CSO.

<You have 2 subspace messages, and two inter-ship communiqués'> Getting up from the comforts of his chair, J.C. proceeded over the desk console, selecting the first letter, from his older brother Brandon.

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TX# 13fv-89fcf36cgtl
SERVER ID - MCU103-97A42 [Mars Colonial University Mail Server]
FROM: Allard, Brandon C.
TO: Allard, Justin C.M. Ltjg. USS FEYNMAN NCC 66000
DATE: December 26, 2407

"Hello Justin! It's been a long time since I've heard from you. Well, I hope you have a merry Christmas and happy new year. I talked to Kevin and Dad today. Kevin is home from Wilmington for the holidays, but they were both kind of sad. This was the first year all four of us were not together for the holidays. Dad said Kevin was really upset on his birthday, the 16th. He really missed his older brothers. Dad had offered to send me liner tickets to come home, but I told him by the time I got there, I could only spend one day, and would have to leave. Starliners aren't starships, after all. Besides, I'll be home for spring break.

"Speaking of birthdays, don't forget Dad's is next month. I was thinking if there was any was possible you could get some leave.... I know, probably not. But still, it would be a nice surprise for him. Things are going great here at MCU. I start my 4th and final term here and am so close to the degree. Dad says I can represent you when you get in trouble, but he's just kidding.

"Justin take care, little brother. I miss you. Every time FNN reports some Starfleet ship lost or missing, we cringe, hoping it won't be the FEYNMAN. Write back soon.

Love, Brandon

E.O.M.
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J.C. hit the key to toggle the next message, from his Grandmother on Deep Space 5.

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TX# - 812cx-10074-8355
SERVER ID - SF-DS5-143-009004
FROM: Allard, Isabell Lcdr. - Deep Space 5
TO: Allard, Justin C.M. Ltjg. - USS FEYNMAN NCC 66000
Date: December 27, 2407

"Justin dear, it's been such a long time since I've seen you or heard your voice. Too bad the FEYNMAN isn't assigned to the Beta Quadrant. How are things on board the best ship in the SILVER fleet? I've been keeping up with you, reading the mission logs and such when time permits. Quite and interesting group you have there, Justin.

Things are non-stop here on DS-5. We just received word last week that the FDOC has choosen DS-5 to hold a diplomatic 'conference' for all of the non-aligned systems here in the Beta Quadrant. The conference will be held in February, and Commodore Bauer will be here next week to conduct a preliminary 'inspection'. Captain Harrison, poor dear. She's going wild. I don't think she likes the 'brass' very well. We're still sitting at just below 80% fully staffed. Perhaps with the conference, Commodore Bauer will 'speed' up our requests.

Sure you don't want to give up ship duty? A Starbase post can be fun, too? Just kidding, dear. I know you're happy where you are. Your Grandfather sends his love. He's busy in the Cafe, as it's lunch time now for Beta shift. He has the entire staff, but acts like they cannot fill a napkin dispenser without his help! Some things never change.

Oh, it never fails. I love you dearly, Justin. Have a merry Christmas and happy new year! Talk to you soon.

Grandma Allard

E.O.M.
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Submitted,
Mike Dailey
Splatter2@qtm.net

Lieutenant J.G., J.C. Allard CSO - USS FEYNMAN - SILVER FLEET
Lieutenant D'doj Zzawj Ckorji MD OPS/2O USS ELIZABETH BLACKWELL - SILVER FLEET
Lieutenant Commander Jordon Kabreigny - CNS USS BURKE - GREEN FLEET

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= NRPG =
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Hello all. Kind of long, but I have wanted to do some 'mail' for a while now. Wonder if Maril will put Zane in the Brig. I'll make sure to triple security in that case.... and assign Jerry Jonas to PERSONALLY guard the CO.... <SBVEG!>

Cheers all
Mike

USS FEYNMAN: Time to Move On

by Andrew Catterick 1-5-1997

SD: 90105.1000
MD: 10.2100
Scene: Market Level, EPSILON

Zane sighed. "First of all, yes, I was involved. I think we need to talk about it i my Ready Room, Commander, just as soon as I change out of this tux."

"You know, sir, I could have you put in the Brig." There was a faint smile on Maril's lips.

Zane chuckled. " I guess I would deserve it."

"How exactly did you become involved in a brawl?"

Zane patted the book in his hand. The marine sargent had been planning on selling it to an antique store after Zane had left but with the way things had developed he had decided it was prudent to return it.

"I was down at one of the small shops purchasing this book. As I was heading back towards the docks I passed by the Wall and Chief Larocque came crashing through the window. It was only a matter of time before the marines arrived so I dove in to help get everyone out. It seems the FEYNMAN was well represented inside."

"Yes." Maril answered with a degree of distaste.

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MD:12.0800
Scene: Outer office of CINCSILVER.

Zane sat in the comfortable chair waiting patiently for a nod from the admiral's secretary that he could go in. Ever since returning to the FEYNMAN after the 'brawl at the Wall' as the crew had been calling it he had kept a low profile on board. Getting thrown in the drunk tank wasn't exactly something you wanted your crew to emulate, or your admiral to find out about. Of course the black eye he was still sporting didn't exactly help the situation. He still didn't believe Dr. Glin'kharr's explanation as to why he could not remove the blemish, the fact that the doctor seemed to take great pleasure in Zane's predicament didn't help either.

"Captain, you can go in now."

<<<NRPG>>>

Sorry very very short I know. Running behind and I wanted to get Zane in to see the admiral so we can get back out there.

Respectfully,
Andy

-Captain Zane, Commanding Officer, USS FEYNMAN
-Commander Horatio Sinclair, Fleet Intelligence Officer, BLUE FLEET

USS FEYNMAN: New Faces, FEYNMAN Style

by Michael "Mike" Dailey 1-7-1997

SD: 90107.1630
MD: -0001.????
SCENE: Security Chief's Office

Looking at his face in a small mirror, the CSO lightly rubbed the still sore eye that he had received as a 'souvenir' from the recent trip to the famous 'Wall' on EPSILON. The eye was still a 'shiner', sporting a black and blue ring, but at least the swelling had gone down. *I still don't quite believe Glin'kharr's story about not having a single tissue regenerator in working order,* thought J.C. Putting the mirror back into a desk drawer, J.C. observed SCPO Alex Tamarov, the Security second-in-command. Sitting on the other side of the desk, the ACSO was unsuccessfully trying to hide some laughter.

"I take it you've never seen a black eye, Mr. Tamarov," said J.C.

"Sorry, sir. It's just..." he tried to continue, but laughter overcame him.

"O.K., Alex. O.K." said J.C. playing-up the sarcasm a bit. "Go ahead, get it out of your system." It was starting to be quite a hassle explaining the cause and circumstances of the black eye to everyone. Alex finally settled down enough to talk.

"...<gasp> Sorry, sir. I'm just <chuckle> glad I stayed out of harms way here onboard, where it's safe."

"Thanks for your sympathy, Alex." said J.C. Turning off the 'serious-mode', J.C. smiled at the ACSO, "Just between us," J.C. paused, leaned forward in his chair, and spoke almost at a whisper, "I had an absolute BLAST. Off the record, of course." said J.C.

"Of course, sir." Alex cleared his throat. The door chime to his office bleeped at them, signaling visitors.

"Come," said J.C. Standing, J.C. straightened his uniform. "Look sharp," he said to Alex, who did likewise.

The door swooshed opened to deposit PO/3 Jerry Jonas, escorting three new faces behind him. Two human males, and one Vulcan-looking young woman came in and lined up in front of J.C.'s desk. Jonas came to attention,

"LtJg. J.C. Allard and SCPO Alex Tamorov, may I present the three new additions to our team." J.C. nodded at Mr. Jonas. "Thank you, Jerry. Dismissed." said Alex. Jerry Jonas acknowledged his superiors, turned and left.

The first fellow stepped forward, handing his orders PADD to J.C., who motioned for Alex to take it. He would have plenty of time to read their records later.

"PO/3 Ian Steiner, reporting for duty, Sirs." Steiner stood 6'3, and was as bulky as he was tall. J.C. leaned over to Tamarov, glancing at Steiner's orders PADD. Transfer from the Marines. *Who would have guessed,* though J.C. to himself.

"Prefer starship duty to being a 'ground-pounder' Mr. Steiner." asked J.C. Alex, standing only 5"10', stared wide-eyed at Steiner. *This guy belongs on a Marine recruiting poster.*

"Yes, Sir" replied Steiner. "I would have become bored. There are more opportunities in this branch of the 'fleet, Sir." J.C. got up from his desk and extended his hand, half expecting the ex-Marine to break his wrist. His grip was firm but humane.

"You're right there, Mr. Steiner." said J.C. Turning his attention to the young woman in a Cadet uniform, with the marks of a Senior on her collar. J.C. also noticed the distinguishing facial features of the Vulcan woman.

Stepping forward, she came to attention with crisp Academy style. Immediately, she handed Mr. Tamarov her orders PADD. Alex shot a quick glance to his CO, both thinking the same thing *Hmm, she IS a sharp one* already anticipating their actions.

"Cadet Janine Toloy, reporting as ordered, per Commandant Kearsey's orders." J.C. winced at the mentioning of Kearsey's name. He had dealings with Kearsey once himself only three years ago, and was surprised to hear that the old battle-ax... Fighting off a cough, J.C. continued.

"You've chosen Security as a career, Cadet?" asked J.C. Once again, he leaned over to Alex in order look at her PADD.

"Not specifically, Sir. My career goal in Starfleet in to serve in the Judge Advocate General's office." said the Cadet. *Hmm, similar aspirations like myself.* He noted more 'feeling' in her words than most Vulcans he had known. Perhaps she wasn't all Vulcan.

"Very well, Cadet." said J.C. The last fellow, standing next to Alex, stepped forward. "And who do we have here," asked Alex.

"SIRS! PO/2 IVAN KARR REPORTING FOR DUTY, SIRS!", shouted the NCO. He stood at attention, perhaps a bit more stiff than even the Vulcan Cadet had. *One looks like a recruiting poster, and the other one sounds like one* Alex grinned to himself at the awkward pair.

"At ease, Mr. Karr" said J.C. The CSO gave a nod to Alex, to take this one. The ACSO scanned Karr's orders and service record.

"You've spent the last eight months aboard the SARATOGA-C? Why give up your post on a Royal Sovereign to serve on the FEYNMAN?" asked Alex. *Good question, though J.C.* as he wondered the same thing.

"Not my choice, Sirs. The SARA will be down for about five months for a major refit, and all except the Engineering staff were transferred for the duration," said Karr.

"Interesting story, Mr. Karr," said J.C., offering his hand to the loud NCO.

"Well, welcome aboard the FEYNMAN. Check in with the Quartermaster for cabin assignments." J.C. gestured to Alex. "Mr. Tamarov has put a copy of Security's duty/shift roster in your PADDS. Once you're settled in, report to the Asst. Watch officer on duty, and he'll assign a patrol to give you a tour of the ship. Dismissed." finished J.C. The new arrivals turned and left.

"Well, that was fun. No one even noticed you're eye," snickered Alex. J.C. rolled his eyes, shaking his head.

"You're a riot, Alex." J.C. said, walking back around to the chair behind his desk. "That takes care of all the transfers." J.C. said as he sat down.

"Umm. There's one more, Lt. Allard." said Alex. J.C. frowned, not expecting another new face today.

"What, no one else has reported yet?" asked J.C., sounded a bit confused. Alex looked a bit uneasy, like a child confessing to a broken window.

"Well Sir, you've kind of had a hand in this one. For month now you've been urging me to get my commission.

After thinking it over, I've decided to go apply to the Academy." J.C. stood, mouth hanging open and totally surprised.

"Alex, that's great!" Then it sunk in. That meant J.C. would be losing not only the best assistant in the 'fleet, but also a good friend. J.C. quickly shook off the selfish thought. "I'll be very sorry to loose you, Alex." J.C. sat on the edge of his desk.

"I won't be leaving just yet." said Alex. "I need the two Command-grade sponsors, and I'm short one." Alex knew J.C. would sponsor him if he could, but only Commanders and above could qualify. J.C. imagined Alex probably chose his former CO from the LEXINGTON as the first sponsor.

"Tell you what, Alex. After the mission briefing, I'll mention something to the Captain and see if I can arrange a meeting with him for you. O.K.?"

"Great, Sir. Thanks." J.C. shook his friends hand, "No problem, ENSIGN Tamarov." said J.C. Alex immediately turned several shades of crimson. "Soon maybe, by not yet, Sir."

"Come on, I'll buy you a drink..." said J.C. they left for 10-forward. J.C. warned Alex, "Now if you ever run into Commandant Kearsey..."

Submitted,
Mike Dailey
Splatter2@qtm.net

Lieutenant J.G., J.C. Allard CSO - USS FEYNMAN - SILVER FLEET
Lieutenant D'doj Zzawj Ckorji MD OPS/2O USS ELIZABETH BLACKWELL - SILVER FLEET
Lieutenant Commander Jordon Kabreigny - CNS USS BURKE - GREEN FLEET

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Hello everyone. Just a filler until the briefing...hope it's a good one. Here's a little trivia...

1 - What is Starfleet Academy's motto, in Latin? 2 - What is the translation in Terran (um, I mean English) <G>...

Cheers!
Mike

USS FEYNMAN: A Concert, Excellent Idea!

by Kristen Gant 1-8-1997

Stardate: 90108.1858
Scene: Sickbay
MD: 10.2100

The officers who had been involved in the brawl watched as Maril left Sickbay, ordering them all to stay there until he returned. There was a bit of grumbling from their CSO once Maril was out of earshot.

JC turned to Krysa, "*Why* did you do that?"

"What?" she asked innocently; her dark eyes sparkling with a mischievous glint. She knew Maril tended to put on a stern face for new crewmen and it hadn't been that long ago that JC was a new face on the FEYNMAN. It seemed he was still stinging a bit from some run in or other with the Tamarian.

"Why did you have to have Commander Maril come down here! You could have just as easily gone to see him." JC told her, "Then we wouldn't have all had to face him."

"And face him by myself! No way!" She grinned.

"Isn't that your job as 2O .."

"What?" laughed Krysa. "To take the heat off the rest of you? No Mr. Allard, it is not. Besides, you don't have anything you're hiding from our good first officer, do you."

He rolled his eyes, "No .. and I'd like to keep it that way."

MD: 10.2200

They all had done as they were told and had stayed in Sickbay when Maril arrived. They had sat around talking and joking about the brawl to pass the time. At the first sight of him, the laughing stopped and they all stood up at attention to face the XO.

<<NRPG: Max, did you have something you wanted to say :}>>

MD: 11.2015
"You'd better believe it, Mr. Stark," Krysa said with a smile. "Captain Zane just walked in, so I think I'll go say hi. It's a pleasure meeting you, LT, and welcome aboard."

Krysa moved away from Lt. Jerran as he stood talking to his new AFCO. She could feel just a bit of Jerran's pain at the loss of Jennifer, though she wasn't sure that it was coming from him, or from her own memories as Jerran rarely let his mental block slip when around her.

She walked up behind the tall captain and tapped his shoulder. He turned and was greeted with a bright smile. "So how's Epsilon's brig?" she teased him.

He groaned, "Please don't remind me. But at least I saved my book."

"You really need to avoid places like 'The Wall', Captain," she chuckled.

"Me. I think *you* were there before me."

Krysa nodded, "Well, I knew there was a reason I never go there."

He leaned closer to her and whispered, "Though I have to admit, I enjoyed it."

Krysa grinned, "You did look quite relaxed .. almost in your element."

Regards,
Lt. Krysa Jenn

NRPG: Just a little something for Krysa, since it's been a while since I wrote. I love the concert idea, BTW. I was going to do something like that way back when, but never got around to it with all the changes :} Krysa didn't get to play cruise director long enough :}:}

Kristen
--
Kristen & Scott Gant
http://homepage.interaccess.com/~sgant/gant.htm

USS FEYNMAN: Pre-Brief

by Mike Dawe 1-10-1997

SD: 90110
SCENE: SB EPSILON - Admiral's Office

> "Captain, you can go in now."

The Admiral was his usual cheery self. In other words he looked like he needed no reason to bite somebodies head off. "Hrrmf, come in and sit, Captain. This may take a while."

While Zane entered and sat in the proferred chair the Vice Admiral made some notations on a PADD and then touched a control that brought down a viewscreen and called up the senior officers roster for the Feynman. Zane did not like the looks of this as there were little indicators next to several officers. This was not setting out to be your usual briefing.

"I have a mission for you to go out on but first we need to discuss some personnel transfers."

It took a moment for this to sink in. Then Zane looked back at the screen and over to Vice Admiral Nicholas again. "If those markers mean what I think they mean, sir, then you will be gutting my ship of senior staff."

"I have my reasons. Fleet has ordered me to begin setting up for a new ship. Your ship has the steadiest crew rating going . . . "

"So you are going to break us up? That, with all due respect sir, is insane."

The grey eyes flashed a warning at the Captain as the Admiral stood and moved over to the viewscreen. "Well then Captain, what are you going to do? Bonsai the careers of these officers by keeping them on your ship? Answer the needs of you for a strong staff over the needs of these individual officers? Have you had discussions with them about where they want to be and what they want to do?"

Zane ducked his head and growled the answer. "I know my ship and my people. We are a family."

The softness of the reply surprised the Captain. "Sometimes it is time to let the younger ones go, even in a family."

"But there have been crews throughout Starfleet's history that have remained intact and they have been some of the best crews, best officers the Fleet has ever seen." Zane offered, it sounded desperate even to him.

"True, and for every one of those individuals there are dozens who watched their careers stagnate and die. You've been around the Fleet long enough captain. How many lieutenants have you come across that have been in for twenty-years. Sure *some* of them might be content with their lot in life but damn few. Is that what you want for your people?"

The admiral's reply shot right through Zane because he knew he was right. If he was in the place of any of his officers, career would be a major concern. Staying on a destroyer forever was definitly the long route to bigger and better things, his own luck aside. But it had taken so long, so much work from all of them to get where they were. It had gone beyond team, they acted as one. As hard as he tried he could not picture the FEYNMAN going on with others. How could he trust anyone as he trusted these people? How could he hold them back? *Besides,* he thought, *think of the professionalism and training they could bring throughout the Fleet*

"You are of course right admiral, its just quite a shock you've hit me with. Hell, I look forward to a commanding a captial ship some day so I certainly can't fault anyone under my command for having the same desires. As much as I'll miss them if anyone is to be transfered I won't put up any opposition."

Nicholas simply nodded sagely.

"These transfers, are they orders or do the officers concerned have any say in the matter?" Perhaps there was still hope.

The Vice Admiral paused for a moment. "You know my policies on that. I will not keep an officer who wants to move on and I will not send one away if they want to stay on. If your people turn down transfer offers that is their right to do so." He paused again and his eyes narrowed. "Not that I don't trust you but perhaps I ought to be there when you make the offer."

Zane smiled back, happy with the news that the deal was not sealed but just a possibility. "I wouldn't have it any other way. But you do recall what our briefings are like?"

"I do. Send me a notice when and where and I will be there, I might as well brief the entire senior staff at the same time. Call the meeting and I'll be there." Azariah reached across his desk and shook hands with the rising Captain. "I know you don't like the sounds of this and I can sympathise. Given your reaction I wouldn't be at all surprised if the lot of them decided to stay on."

Zane smiled. "Like I said, we are a family. But I do have one other piced of business to discuss . . . promotions and awards . . . "

-fade to black-

<<<nrpg>>> Well cats and kittens, set up the briefing and set the stage.

I am not serious about stealing characters, just my way of tossing a scare at you. (did it work?)

I will attend whatever fiasco you set and brief you and send you off, with a little more of a side show.

mike---always has to do things the hard way.

USS FEYNMAN: Concert Jitters

by Jason Bostjancic 1-11-1997

SD: 90111
MD: 11.2000
Scene: Outside Ten Forward

For the third time Lt. Koreth approached the doors to 10-F, and for the third time he turned around and headed back down the hallway. *What was I thinking when I agreed to this?* he thought.

It was like he was 6 all over again, preparing for his first performance ever. Even then, Tarrant had felt the pressure to do well. Not for honor, but for that childhood part that dreads failing before grown-ups. The concert was a nightmare for the young violinist. He replaced the third moment with the first, his tempo was erratic, and as a final insult a string snapped near the conclusion.

The butterflies had not changed, nor the fear. Even as the Feynman's CEO walked away from the doors, he told himself how rediculous it was.

*I've taken on a changling in hand to hand combat, performed alterations and quick patches in engineering to save the ship ump-teen times, co-led a team against the Reaver Base.. and made it out alive. Now, I'm fleeing from playing a piece I've done literally a hundred times as a kid.*

Were it not for Ens. Dunnon walking around the corner with his date, Tarrant would probably have kept going.

The young officer paused to make the introductions. "Sir. This is Ensign McKaren... Tara, this is Lieutenant Tarrant Koreth."

McKaren, dressed in the blue starfleet science uniform, expressed her appologies for her attire, and continued to stammer out that she had just gotten off duty.

"That's alright Ensign. I'm so rusty on this old thing that, if you enhanced your beauty any more, you would become the main attraction and not I." He grinned sincerely.. and tried to wipe his hands before they could see the sweat that had accumulated. She blushed lightly.

"Well, we had better get some seats now before it gets too crowded," Dunnon nodded lightly to his superior and added, "Good Luck, Sir."

That had clinched it. He'd never be able to walk into Engineering again if he didn't go through with it. So, Tarrant took a few deep breaths and headed back to ten forward.

Being a telepath did have its advantages considered Loren as he headed in the direction he felt strong feelings of fear originating. As expected, Tarrant Koreth stepped through the doors of ten forward with Loren and Meleah standing there to greet him.

"Several talented FEYNMAN officers have decided to entertain us with violin selections from the Terran composer Vivaldi. I sincerely hope you find their music entertaining as well as moving."

Tarrant closed his eyes and breathed deeply. His mentor's words, all those years ago, rang in his ears for the first time in what seemed like ages.

"Let out all you keep within Tarrant. Let it pour into your music... forget the how and the why. Your skills are there, let your emotions play the music, feel the music. 'That' is your gift."

Once again the music just seemed to be so natural for Tarrant as his bow moved faster and faster along the violin. Effortlessly Tarrant carried the listener from summer to fall to winter and spring. Loren, for just a moment, was nearly overwhelmed by the feelings of contentedness and serenity that Tarrant was creating as his music affected everyone in the room.

As the trio finished the final moment, Tarrant remained like stone, his eyes still closed, instrument ready. It was as if somewhere, a part of him had found contentness... They were opened by applause that echoed throughout.

<NRPG>

Just a little bit of an addition. Comments?

So.. we are going to have a new mission sometime, right? Or will Tarrant, Loren, and Meleah have to go on the road, and leave the rest of the crew to start having Boxing matches at 'The Wall'?

Respectfully,
Jason

Commander Tirrin Vorak - XO - USS BURKE
Lieutenant Tarrant L. Koreth - CEO - USS FEYNMAN

Potest esse nur unus

USS FEYNMAN: Mail and Music

by Michael "Mike" Dailey 1-12-1997

SD: 90112.1300
MD: -01.???
SCENE - CSO's office

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SERVER ID - SFC2-A37-9L01
SUBSPACE MESSAGE X32CTR35654-2
CODED - LEVEL DELTA-2
TX - ALLARD, JUSTIN LtJg. USS FEYNMAN
RX - KARRIS, GRAYEN LtJg. USS YORKTOWN
RE: GREETINGS!

Hello Grayen! How are things on the YORK?? Our crew just pulled into EPSILON a few days ago after a difficult mission. I can't discuss the details, but it was hard for a lot of us here on the FEYNMAN, but this time was different for me, as I lost two people under my command. I had never faced death like that before.

Those two people in my department died in the line of duty, but that doesn't erase the loss.

Well, Grayen, I didn't mean to set a 'gloomy' mood for the letter. On the brighter side, if you ever happen to visit EPSILON, make a point to stop by 'the Wall', an interesting establishment. By the way, it is NOT under the 'fleets jurisdiction, if you know what I mean. Several of my ship-mates had some relaxing R&R there... Our ship's CMO patched us up quite well. <G>.

What interesting things have been happening on the YORKTOWN?? Keeping you as busy as I am? My ACSO told me yesterday he wants to apply to the academy, and go through the NCO's accelerated OCS program. As happy as I am for him, now I have the task of finding a replacement for the best damn ACSO in the fleet'. Word to the wise, if your ACSO is a gem, KEEP him/her.

My friend, I should close now, as I have a concert to attend in a few minutes. Go carefully in your travels, Grayen. Hope to hear from you soon.

LtJg. Justin C.M. Allard
CSO USS FEYNMAN - NCC 66000

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"Computer, send messages", said J.C. leaning back in the chair to relax for a moment. Spending over an hour writing letters to family and friends, the CSO has developed a pain in his neck. Rubbing the sore spot, J.C. glanced at the chronometer, just about fifteen minutes until the concert started. J.C. stretched, fighting back a yawn. Getting up, he headed for 10-forward and the evenings festivities.

Submitted,
Mike Dailey
Splatter2@qtm.net

Lieutenant J.G., J.C. Allard CSO - USS FEYNMAN - SILVER FLEET
Lieutenant D'doj Zzawj Ckorji MD OPS/2O USS ELIZABETH BLACKWELL - SILVER FLEET
Lieutenant Commander Jordon Kabreigny CNS USS BURKE - GREEN FLEET

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Gary - Hello. Long time, huh? Hope your holidays were fun. There's about 8 inches of snow on the ground here, and it's a lovely -8 degrees outside, and you don't even want to know what the windchill factor is... BRRRR! <G> Take care, and write back soon.

FEYNMAN crew, just finishing the correspondence, and then J.C. is off to the concert, and some spirits. *HIC*

Cheers all!
Mike (shivering in Indiana's version of Alaska...)

USS FEYNMAN: Peace and Quiet???

by Michael "Mike" Dailey 1-15-1997

SD: 90115.1100
MD: -001.2130
SCENE: CSO's Quarters

Given a choice, J.C. preferred to relax with some soft jazz, either modern or old Terran, instead of classical pieces. However, that did not stop the CSO from having a wonderful time that evening at the FEYNMAN's first musical production. On his way out of 10-Forward, the CSO reflected on the concert, the first he had attended in quite some time. After the fabulous performance, J.C. bid his compliments to the FEYNMAN entertainers, who were still enriched in the after-effects of the standing ovation from their fellow crewmates. Though not an expert on Vivaldi and other contemporaries, J.C.'s ears picked up no flaws or errors in the performance. Each person played his/her piece beautifully, to combine their talents into a superb production.

Once back inside his quarters, J.C. wasted no time shedding his uniform and changing into some sweatpants and a navy coloured cardigan. Stepping out of the bedroom, J.C. went to the replicator, pausing just a moment to decide on what to have.

"Hot chocolate, with a shot of brandy," directed J.C. to the replicator. Seconds later, the large mug and saucer, steaming with the choco-liquor aroma fizzled into existence. Retrieving a stirrer, he carefully picked up the drink and gave it a few stirs.

Maneuvering slowly to avoid spilling the hot chocolate, J.C. sat in his favorite chair facing the port-side windows, and the view of EPSILON. Cautiously he sipped the luscious beverage, still a bit too hot.

Sitting mug and saucer on the small end table, J.C. bumped the small treasure he had purchased a few days ago. Until now, he had completely forgotten about the little book he had found on EPSILON when they first docked. The past two days had been a blur, although a strange blur at that. The 'R&R' enjoyed by most of the FEYNMAN senior staff, then ship's business, and followed by the concert had not left much time for anything else.

Reaching over, J.C. picked up the small, leather-bound text, lightly brushing his hand over the spine of the book. Its antiquity even had its own scent, as if the leather text had been in some library for untold decades or more. The soft brown cover was faded and quite worn, but in small golden letters, "Captains Courageous - R. Kipling" could still be read. Turning the book over, J.C. opened it carefully to the first page, 'Origional copyright 1897, reprint 2171'. *This really WAS a treasure, as the fool shopkeeper parted with it for only two strips of latinum.*

"Not yet." said J.C. He set the book down for a moment, "Computer, access music library. Select an instrumental-only, soft jazz piece, circa 2060. Play at 60% volume when ready."

<Searching.... Acknowledged.>

Soon the soothing sounds of piano, sax, light drums, and bone were mixing their musical magic into perfection for J.C.'s ears. *Now this is perfect.* Taking a sip of the chocolate, which was now cool enough to drink. J.C. glanced around his quarters, and frowned. *Damn, I was going to get some things from EPSILON to liven-up this dull-looking place.* Outside of the few pictures of family and friends, the quarters were empty.

*Well, perhaps I'll have time to make a quick trip back to EPSILON tomorrow.* Looking at the chrono, it was 2130 hrs. *I'll relax, listen to the music and read for about an hour. I want to get a good nights sleep before the briefing tomorrow,* thought the CSO.

Midway through the first chapter of Harvey Cheyne's 19th century sea-going adventures, the door chime sounded. J.C. reached for his silver bookmark, engraved with a wolfs-head crest and lay it inside the book.

"Enter," said J.C. The doors parted to deposit SCPO Alex Tamarov, the FEYNMAN's ACSO. Upon entering and seeing his CO comfortable, Alex donned a guilty look.

"Sorry to disturb you, Sir. It's nothing that can't wait..." said Alex.

"No bother, Alex. What can I do for you." The ACSO handed J.C. a PADD.

"I was relaxing myself in 10-f when Steiner paged me." Alex said, gesturing to the PADD. It was a shift-log entry made by the new BETA Asst. Watch Officer, PO/2 Ian Steiner. Alex continued,

"Seems O'Rorke ate something on EPSILON that didn't agree with him at all." J.C. chuckled a brief moment, remembering his recent misadventures with Klingon cuisine. "Steiner said Casey made the 2100 check in, then moments later asked to be relieved, and report to sickbay." J.C. read the rest of Mr. Steiner's log entry.

"He's feeling better, but Dr. Tamay wants to keep him overnight for observation?" asked J.C.

"Yes, she said it would be for the best. Some type of food poisoning or allergic reaction. She's not sure, yet but wants to complete some more tests." said Alex. J.C. signed it, and handed the PADD back to Tamarov.

"I though you would want to know immediately," said Alex.

"We'll stop by and see Casey after shift tomorrow," said J.C. *There goes my shopping trip*.

"I was thinking the same thing," said Alex, turning towards the door. "Good night, Lieutenant."

"Nite Alex. Don't drink too much. Bat would hate to carry you out!!" J.C. caught the wry smile on his ACSO's face as the door closed behind him. Picking up the mug, J.C. took a gulp. It was just starting to loose it's warmth, and took another gulp. Setting it down, he picked up the book, and opened it to his bookmarked place...

[PO/2 Karr to Lieutenant Allard]

"Yes, Mr. Karr. What can I do for you?"

[Sorry to bother you, Sir. I'm due to go on-shift soon, and I've found I still have no computer access or security authorization at all] *Did new transfers always have this much trouble settling in*

"Report to Mr. Jonas, the senior BETA watch officer. He can update your access.", said J.C.

[Thank you, sir.] said the relieved voice of Ivan Karr, one of the recent transfers the FEYNMAN had picked up.

"And Mr. Karr, I'll always be available to help you when I can, but remember to follow your chain of command.", J.C. hoped he didn't sound annoyed. It was just a problem that any of his senior NCO's could have handled.

[Aye, Sir. Karr out.] J.C. took a small sip of the remaining chocolate, which was not at all warm now. Getting up, he returned the mug and saucer to the replicator. The chrono showed 2215.

*Well, so much for relaxing..* "Computer, lights off." ordered J.C. Leaving the music on, he headed to bed. Thinking of the Kipling's novel, he wondered what far destination his dreams would take him to. Perhaps a journey like that of Harvey Cheyne's...

Submitted
Mike Dailey
Splatter2@qtm.net

Lieutenant Junior Grade, J.C. Allard CSO - USS FEYNMAN - SILVER FLEET
Lieutenant D'doj Zzawj Ckorji MD OPS/2O USS ELIZABETH BLACKWELL - SILVER FLEET
Lieutenant Commander Jordon Kabreigny - CNS USS BURKE - GREEN FLEET

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Hello all... where is everyone??? Hiding from the snow? (Except certain lucky individuals in the south (right Kevin, Joseph?). Just passing time until the briefing...

Cheers!
Mike (time to shovel more.... snow ;)

USS FEYNMAN: Staff Briefing - The Beginning

by Max Felsher 1-16-1997

SD: Whenever the meeting is
Science Lab 7

Inside Meleah's personal laboratory aboard the FEYNMAN, there were two figures hard at work. One of those figures was Meleah herself, the other was her 'uncle', Arnold.

"Well, you certainly know how do things thoroughly," Arnold was saying, referring to the incident on the asteroid.

"Would it not be improper to not do things thoroughly?"

"Certainly, if you're referring to your work. But when that thing got you, couldn't it at least *not* cut through anything? Synthetic skin isn't easy to come across, you know." He finished fixing the last bit of skin to the metal, then stepped back to admire his work. "Well, that looks good."

Meleah held her arm up for inspection. "It does indeed. Thank-you, Uncle Arnold."

"Anytime, kid." He happened to glance towards the computer and saw a light flashing. "You've got a message."

Meleah went over to the computer and had a look. "Uncle," she said slowly.

"Yes?"

"Have you any ideas about a scenario for a mission briefing?"

Arnold thought for a moment, then a smile slid across his face. "Just one."

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Later, outside Holodeck 1

"That just about does it, kid," Arnold said. "Now for the preview." He stepped inside the holodeck, motioning Meleah to stay where she was for the time being. Five minutes later he came back out. "Magnificent! Your friends are going to love it! However, they might need something to hold onto."

"I am sure they will be fine," commented Meleah, thinking of the rollerblading experience.

"Well, you'd know best. Let's just hope that no-one slips," he said with a huge grin on his face.

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Two hours later, Science Lab 1

"Congratulations, Cadets West and T'rae. For your contributions on the last mission, I hereby promote you to Cadet First Class." Meleah handed over the appropriate jewellry to one stunned cadet and one very calm cadet. T'rae was typically Vulcan, and therefore did not smile but Lianna was ecstatic about the promotion. A couple more missions and they would be able to graduate.

The other newly promoted crew members offered their congratulations. Meleah then checked with her internal chronometer and discovered that it was half-an-hour till the senior staff briefing began.

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Holodeck 1

As Meleah entered the holodeck, she looked around at the barren land surrounding her. Red dirt covered the ground as far as the eye could see. Occasionally, there were small shrubs sprouting out of the dirt but certainly, the area was basically desert. (NRPG: Any idea yet?)

In front of her was the one of the biggest natural structures she had ever seen. Well, if not the biggest, then the widest. And basically, it was a rock. Ayres Rock, to be precise, which resided in almost the centre of Australia. If one thought about it, it may look similar to a long, round loaf of bread, with lots of creases in the side. But a trip around the base of it would take around 30-40 minutes.

Ayres Rock, or Uluru as it was later called, was renownd for its magnificence. It was naturally red, but in the early morning or eveing, the red shone to a beautifully briliancy. Meleah had set for it to be early morning, so that the sun lit up the Rock as the officers came through the doors of the holodeck.

Advancing towards the bottom of the Rock, she found the pathway commonly used to ascend to the top. There was a rope to one side which people could use to hold onto, as the climb was fairly steep.

Her magnified hearing picked up the sound of something approaching. Meleah turned and saw a dingo standing 10 metres away. She compared it to the wolves commonly found in America. It was similar in size but it's coat was a golden-orange, and its fur was not as long. It was proven that the jaws of a dingo were deadly as they could hold a baby's head in them and have sufficient force to break the baby's neck.

Deciding not to test whether the dingo was friendly or not, Meleah started to advance up the side of Uluru. The first two hundred metres or so were simple to climb, although a little steep. After that, the rope disappeared and one had to climb the rest of the way by oneself. Especially near the top, the slope of the rock was quite steep.

Once at the top, Meleah looked down and surveyed her surroundings. The view was magnificent. Desert as far as the eye could see. There were no vehicles, no hotels in the area, as the timeframe was set before white settlement of Australia (1788, in other words).

On top of the rock, Meleah had thought of putting a canopy over the seats and table so that the others would have some of the hot Australian sun diverted away from them. Just before she made her way to one of the seats, she saw a figure a the bottom of Uluru. She hoped that whoever it was, was prepared for a long climb in the hot weather. She *had* remembered to put the reminder on the bottom of the message she had sent out to the officers, to wear suitable clothes for a *very* hot meeting <G>.

NRPG:

There you go everybody, enjoy your climb! I'll read all about it when I get back. Assume Meleah is at the meeting until the very end.

Sincerely yours,
Lt Meleah, CSciO, USS FEYNMAN, Silver Fleet

Melanie.

USS FEYNMAN: Give the Dog a Bone?

by Kristen Gant 1-17-1997

Stardate: 90117.1346
Scene: Staff Meeting

Krysa stepped into the holodeck dressed in a comfortable cotton shirt and shorts, having been prepared by Meleah's message to wear suitable clothing for a *hot* meeting. Krysa cringed as he remember the climb up Mt. Selaya, Teri had planned for them... without such a warning!

She was especially glad she had brought a wide brimmed sunhat as the morning sun burned down on her. She stared in awe at the massive red rock in front of her, shining with a brilliancy she'd never seen before. It was truly amazing.

Of course seeing the path with a rope, she wasn't amazed any longer. Another steep climb. She wished she'd thought to wear hiking boots. Her sandals somehow didn't see appropriate for the climb. She was even less thrilled as she spotted the dog baring his teeth at her.

"Nice puppy," she whispered, "I wouldn't hurt you." Though she couldn't help but think he was more likely to hurt her then vise versa. All she needed was a quick way around to that rope. Once up the path a ways, she was sure the dog wouldn't be able to get to her.

"Need some help?" she heard Bat's voice behind her. She turned to see the Bartender there with his usual cart of food for he staff meeting

"Just a minor inconvenience here," she said. Then she grinned, "You wouldn't happen to have a nice turkey leg or something would you."

"You're thinking of your stomach at a time like this!"

"Not my stomach, Bat .. my neck. Something to give the dog, so we can get to the rope."

Bat chuckled. "I'm sure I've got something here. But you realize anything we give the dingo, means less for you and the rest of the crew."

"I think I can handle it." she said.

Bat threw the dingo something to keep him busy for a while and grinned at Krysa. "After you."

Krysa looked from the cart to the path. "How do you intend on getting that cart up there anyway?"

"Now don't worry about me .. I'll be fine. You just run along. I may have to keep the dingo busy for a bit."

Krysa laughed and headed to the rope and began her climb.

Regards,
Lt. Krysa Jenn

NRPG: Well Krysa will make it to the top .. tired of course :} But she'll be there soon.

Kristen
--
Kristen & Scott Gant
http://homepage.interaccess.com/~sgant/gant.htm

USS FEYNMAN: They Don't Make Rocks Like This Anymore

by Max Felsher 1-20-1997

SD 90120.0200(GMT)
Holodeck 1

Maril stepped through the holodeck doors and into the furnace of Felkisco. Earth's hot sun streamed down over the entire area. Evidently, this was either a tropical location or it was summer in this spot. It did not really matter; Maril was still starting to feel the heat.

Of course, he had taken the precaution of wearing a hat and protective clothing against the sun, as the reminder had suggested. Given the locations of the earlier mission briefings, though, he probably should have brought a runabout. It seemed that all of them were like this. Why couldn't any meetings be in a comfortable, 20 degrees Celsius room? Of course, it kept the innovation of the crew going, so it was not all bad. But he was starting to be tired out from just the briefings.

As he neared the walkway to go up to the huge slab in front of him, he noticed a grinning form on all fours. For a second, he thought it was Dr. Glin'kharr. But the fur was the wrong color, and this one was not wearing glasses. Suddenly, Maril realized that this creature's intentions were not friendly. That was when the being looked up and spotted him.

Maril began to run as quickly as he could towards the walkway, but it was no use--the creature was too close to the walkway to get there before it did. Realizing this, Maril turned to go around the huge rock, and the four-legged creature followed. Of course, this was pure folly on Maril's part--the rock was so wide it would take at least half an hour to circle it, and the being would easily gain on him during that period. Perhaps, though, there would be another way up or he could double back.

His chance came. The creature was only 1.5 meters away when it leaped at Maril. Maril ducked down and rolled out of the away, and the being missed him by almost a meter. Maril quickly got up, and so did the toothed hunter, but Maril had gained some time, and he was running towards the walkway, not away from it.

Finally, he reached the base of the walkway and started up it. Maril watched, thankful, as the being did not follow. He let out as much a sigh of relief as he could muster, and continued up the path, which was getting gradually steeper, eventually becoming a somewhat vertical climb.

After a long walk and climb, Maril reached the flat top. Lt. Meleah greeted him cheerfully. "Hello, Commander. You did very well getting around that dingo."

Maril did not return the smile. He was beginning to think that Meleah might have a sense of vindicitiveness. "Well, Lieutenant, you certainly created a nice simulation. I trust the safeties were *on*."

Meleah reacted matter-of-factly. "Of course, sir. I would never risk the safety of the crew for a holodeck simulation."

"Good." Maril then turned towards the main group of people, which was steadily getting larger. Some of the officers had barely broken a sweat, while others looked almost ready to collapse, though not quite.

The sun has met the sea,
Lt. Commander Onta Maril,
First Officer, USS Feynman,
aka Max Felsher

NRPG: Well, Maril's going to seize control of these briefings one of these days. Then we'll see how you hold up. :)

USS FEYNMAN: Briefing

by Andrew Catterick 1-21-1997

SD: 90121.1600
MD: 1.1200
Scene: Holodeck 1

Zane entered into the Australian outback with the instant thought of *Glad I dressed appropriatly*. He looked around at the landscape approvingly and wondered why Meleah had chosen this as the briefing environment. Actually, he had spent the past two days wondering exactly what the android would choose.

He glanced over at the sound of a playful yelp. To his right a dog, *he knew it was actually called something else*, was sprawled out on the ground idly gnawing on a large bone. It had a hopeful look in its eye.

"Sorry boy," Zane held his open palms towards the animal, "I'm as hungry as you."

Slightly dejected the dingo returned its full attention to the bone and the captain turned his to the 'Rock' before him. He'd spent most of the morning working out and the idea of climbing this thing didn't appeal to him. A terse conversation with the computer convinced him he wouldn't be able to get a round the parameteres the SCI had set without a concerted effort so resigned himself to his ordeal, after all everyone else had had to climb. With a sigh of resignation he set out....

"Well its about time!" Bat exclaimed as the captain came over the ridge. He walked over and handed him a cool drink.

"Thanks."

"Enjoy the walk." Bat asked with a smile.

"Only the first hundred meters. Then I started dreading the return trip." He gratefully accepted a second beverage.

"I'm thinking a large water slide might be the way to go."

"You have my full endorsement." Zane replied with a laugh. "If you'll excuse me I have a date with a buffet."

As he walked over to grab some lunch he quickly surveyed the group. Just about everyone had arrived not including the admiral Zane noted happily. For not the first time he wondered what Nicholas had up his sleeve.

<<<<NRPG>>>

Just a short one to get me here. I've held up things long enough.

I'll be updating the roster tonight/tommorrow. For those of you who haven't sent one out can you let me no about any promotions/demotions/transfers etc. for your NPCs.

Respectfully,
Andy

-Captain Zane, Commanding Officer, USS FEYNMAN
-Commander Horatio Sinclair, Fleet Intelligence Officer, BLUE FLEET

USS FEYNMAN: Briefing About to Start

by Mike Dawe 1-22-1997

SD: 90122

He grunted as the heat hit him full in the face. He could feel the dry air suck the moisture from his body as he looked out and up at the rock before him. "Hrrrmf, they can't have it on level ground? Nooooo no no. They have to see if they can kill the old buzzard before he gets to them. He tried for a site to site transporter but it was blocked. Although he could have over ridden the block he decided to play it fair and square. Patting his side pouch he strode towards the great rock sticking out of the desert. The dingo was fat and happy when the large human stepped across its body and started the climb up the side of the rock, following the rope. It languidly rolled its head to squint into the sun as the man pulled himself up and along the face of the rock. While it would only be a 300m vertical climb the distance covered was about 1.6 km. If it had been a real dingo its spirit might have lifted with the anticipation of another cardiac delivered take-out dinner. Instead the safeties on the deck closely monitored the stress and respiratory levels of the old man. They were neither impressed or disappointed at the fact that his breathing stayed steady and his pace was a steady calm one. It didn't stop monitoring either.

The buffet was beginning to show signs of wear by the time a grizzled hand appeared at one edge of the rock followed by an arm and then a close cropped grey head. Grunting, the Vice Admiral waved of offers of assistance and finished the climb under his own power. He stretched and looked around at the officers assembled. his gaze finally rested on Zane and he curtly asked. "Have you popped the question yet?"

Zane sighed and shook his head. Azariah waved as though to say 'get on with it' and then crossed the rippling surface of the rock to check out the buffet.

<<<nrpg>>> briefing after a short shot from Andy.

mission will be tomorrow or the next day, rain or shine

mike--->who actually reads and studies sometimes

USS FEYNMAN: The Bombshell

by Andrew Catterick 1-22-1997

SD: 90122.1600
MD: 1.1215
Scene: Top of Ayer's Rock, Holodeck 3

The buffet was beginning to show signs of wear by the time a
grizzled hand appeared at one edge of the rock followed by an arm and then a
close cropped grey head. Grunting, the Vice Admiral waved of offers of
assistance and finished the climb under his own power. He stretched and
looked around at the officers assembled. his gaze finally rested on Zane
and he curtly asked. "Have you popped the question yet?"

Zane sighed and shook his head. Azariah waved as though to say 'get
on with it' and then crossed the rippling surface of the rock to check out
the buffet.

That question got a reaction from all assembled but could be adequately summed up in Onta's raised eyebrow. Zane gestured towards the conference table and soon all, with the exception of the admiral who was still savaging the buffet, were seated. A few quick commands into the computer and each officers's terminal displayed FEYNMAN's senior staff roster. Immediately all eyes were drawn to the three highlighted names: Maril, Jenn, and Koreth.

"As you know SILVER has been hit hard as of late. We've lost a lot of invaluable and experienced personnel. Besides its standard operational position in the fleet, a destroyer's role is to turn recruits into experienced officers who then move on and in turn help develop the next crop. It seems that time has come. The admiral has tapped you three for transfer."

"To where?" Koreth asked.

"Thats up to the admiral to brief you on. But I would imagine it would involve promotion and most likely a move to a larger class of vessel." The group remained silent before Zane continued with a chuckle. "You have the shell shocked look I must have had when the admiral hit me with the information."

"Are these transfers final?"

"No they're not and I'm a little embarrassed to admit that I quite happy about that. To be honest I protested the pillaging of my staff but as the admiral pointed out, each of you have your own career's to consider despite any selfish wishes on my part and with recent events not 'keeping all the eggs in one basket' is something that has to be considered. The price of fame I guess."

"Each of you must decide whether or not to accept transfer or remain aboard." He looked at each of the three briefly. "Staying aboard isn't necessarily your best career move. 'Up or Out' is not only a saying especially with SILVER's losses and the dissolving of GOLD fleet. There are a lot of good officers out there but very few good positions. Consider the decision very carefully."

"But quickly." The admiral added as he sat. "This ship has a mission and will be lifting soon."

<<<NRPG>>>

reactions? <EG>

Respectfully,
Andy

-Captain Zane, Commanding Officer, USS FEYNMAN
-Commander Horatio Sinclair, Fleet Intelligence Officer, BLUE FLEET

USS FEYNMAN: What Could Have Been

by Jason Bostjancic 1-23-1997

SD: 90123
MD: 1.1215
Scene:Top of Ayer's Rock, Holodeck 3

"As you know SILVER has been hit hard as of late. We've lost a lot of invaluable and experienced personnel. Besides its standard operational position in the fleet, a destroyer's role is to turn recruits into experienced officers who then move on and in turn help develop the next crop. It seems that time has come. The admiral has tapped you three for transfer."

'Transfer', it was as if a ton of bricks that had fallen on the CEO. It was no hidden truth that he had plans on command somewhere in his career... and when Krysa was promoted above him to the OPS position all those missions ago he had seriously thought of asking for a transfer. But, now was a chance... though the taste in his mouth indicated not victory, but a biter-sweet residue when one thinks of would could have been.

"Each of you must decide whether or not to accept transfer or remain aboard." He looked at each of the three briefly. "Staying aboard isn't necessarily your best career move. 'Up or Out' is not only a saying especially with SILVER's losses and the dissolving of GOLD fleet. There are a lot of good officers out there but very few good positions. Consider the decision very carefully."

"But quickly." The admiral added as he sat. "This ship has a mission and will be lifting soon."

For Tarrant, it boiled down to one question with many parts, that somewhere he had already answered... was he ready to leave the Feynman? True, he had come far from the Ensign just out of the Academy, from the officer who left a doomed scout to his post on the Feynman. But, it was the things he had yet to learn, things he needed to experience, before advancing to another and bigger part of his career that made the decision overwhelmingly simple.

Lt. Koreth stood and faced towards the Captain and the Admiral, who was 'politely' sampling large amounts of Bats cuisine.

"Sirs. If I may speak freely?"

"Go ahead Lieutenant" answered Zane after getting the nod from the Admiral.

"I will serve the fleet to my best capabilities regardless of where I am posted. But on my own behalf, I do not believe I have learned everything the Feynman has to teach, to leave now would be to deny me the experience I need to be a better officer... I therefore respectfully request to remain on the Feynman at this time."

"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?"

"I understand Captain, but my request is unchanged. the Feynman is where 'I' believe I belong."

......... <NRPG>

Not that it wasn't tempting <G> But I couldn't bare the thought of leaving the ship before getting chance to take command in that super Captain's Chair....

BTW Andy, how is the chair as of late? :)

Respectfully,
Jason

Commander Tirrin Vorak - XO - USS BURKE
Lieutenant Tarrant L. Koreth - CEO - USS FEYNMAN

Potest esse nur unus

USS FEYNMAN: Decisions, Decisions

by Kristen Gant 1-23-1997

Stardate: 90123.1552
Scene: Holodeck 1

Krysa watched the Admiral pull himself up over the edge of the rock with as little amusement as possible. Though she was sure that he secretly enjoyed dropping in on the FEYNMAN staff meetings as this was the second in a row he had attended. The first he had come to promote Zane to Captain. Surely he must have something equally as important this time.

His gaze finally rested on Zane and he curtly asked. "Have you popped the question yet?"

Krysa grinned. She'd been right, something was definitely up. But her grin faded as she looked at Zane.

Zane sighed and shook his head. Azariah waved as though to say 'get on with it' and then crossed the rippling surface of the rock to check out the buffet.

That question got a reaction from all assembled but could be adequately summed up in Onta's raised eyebrow. Zane gestured towards the conference table and soon all, with the exception of the admiral who was still savaging the buffet, were seated. A few quick commands into the computer and each officer's terminal displayed FEYNMAN's senior staff roster. Immediately all eyes were drawn to the three highlighted names: Maril, Jenn, and Koreth.

Krysa looked up from her screen at Zane trying to gauge his emotional state for some clues. But he didn't look at her. Meeting her eyes had gotten him in trouble at least once already, and he apparently wasn't taking any chances. She could tell he wasn't entirely happy with what was coming next.

"As you know SILVER has been hit hard as of late. We've lost a lot of invaluable and experienced personnel. Besides its standard operational position in the fleet, a destroyer's role is to turn recruits into experienced officers who then move on and in turn help develop the next crop. It seems that time has come. The admiral has tapped you three for transfer."

She was being transferred? Pushed out to make room for someone else to take her spot. It did make sense. The FEYNMAN was the perfect testing grounds for young officers. It had been in her case. But to leave .. She glanced once again in Zane's direction, but he obstinately refused to look at her.

"To where?" Koreth asked.

Krysa looked at the half-klingon, realizing this was a perfectly reasonable question. She barely gotten past the fact that she was being transferred. The where hadn't even occurred to her until Koreth asked.

"That's up to the admiral to brief you on. But I would imagine it would involve promotion and most likely a move to a larger class of vessel."

A promotion .. of course. Usually transfers came with a promotion. But a promotion to what? Just a rank jump to a larger ship. Or a position jump to perhaps a First Officer position. Her gaze moved to Maril, wondering if she could ever to his job. She wasn't so sure. Though she always welcomed a challenge.

The group remained silent before Zane continued with a chuckle. "You have the shell shocked look I must have had when the admiral hit me with the information."

"Are these transfers final?"

"No they're not and I'm a little embarrassed to admit that I'm quite happy about that. To be honest I protested the pillaging of my staff but as the admiral pointed out, each of you have your own career's to consider despite any selfish wishes on my part and with recent events not 'keeping all the eggs in one basket is something that has to be considered. The price of fame I guess."

As Zane spoke Krysa got a sense that he had come to terms with losing the three officers. They certainly were not the only three officers who could fill those spots on the FEYNMAN. And surely there were other ships where the people would be as wonderful to work with as on the FEYNMAN.

"Each of you must decide whether or not to accept transfer or remain aboard." He looked at each of the three briefly. "Staying aboard isn't necessarily your best career move. 'Up or Out' is not only a saying especially with SILVER's losses and the dissolving of GOLD fleet. There are a lot of good officers out there but very few good positions. Consider the decision very carefully."

"But quickly." The admiral added as he sat. "This ship has a mission and will be lifting soon."

Quickly? Krysa frowned, how could such a decision be made in haste? Though it didn't look as though she had a choice. Decide or have the decision made for you was likely to be the outcome.

Thankfully Tarrant spoke first, giving Krysa time to contemplate her own decision.

"Sirs. If I may speak freely?"

"Go ahead Lieutenant" answered Zane after getting the nod from the Admiral.

"I will serve the fleet to my best capabilities regardless of where I am posted. But on my own behalf, I do not believe I have learned everything the Feynman has to teach, to leave now would be to deny me the experience I need to be a better officer... I therefore respectfully request to remain on the Feynman at this time."

"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?"

"I understand Captain, but my request is unchanged. The Feynman is where 'I' believe I belong."

Krysa looked at Maril hoping he would speak next. But the Tamarian looked deep in thought. Krysa could understand. After all she knew one of his ambitions was to be the first Temarian Captain in Starfleet. Surely this would be a first step for him, if not the step. She looked up to find Zane looking at her, "Krysa?" He asked.

She met his dark eyes, even blacker then her own. Then looking around the group, she studied the faces of those she had come to know and trust, before turning to the Admiral, with her decision, "I don't think I want to accept a transfer at this time."

"Any particular reason, Lt.?" The admiral asked.

Krysa glanced up at Zane briefly, before answering, "Not that I'm willing to discuss, Admiral."

Regards,
Lt. (maybe for the rest of her career) Krysa Jenn
OPS/2O, USS FEYNMAN

NRPG: Okay so it's a bit sappy. But Krysa's not ready to leave :}

Kristen
--
Kristen & Scott Gant
http://homepage.interaccess.com/~sgant/gant.htm

USS FEYNMAN: Bombshell Fragments

by Michael "Mike" Dailey 1-24-1997

SD: 90124.1930
MD: 1.1216
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...

>"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?"

*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,
Mike Dailey
Splatter2@qtm.net
Lieutenant J.G., J.C. Allard CSO - USS FEYNMAN - SILVER FLEET
Lieutenant D'doj Zzawj Ckorji MD OPS/2O USS ELIZABETH BLACKWELL - SILVER FLEET
Lieutenant Commander Jordon Kabreigny - CNS USS BURKE - GREEN FLEET

NRPG
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!
Mike

USS FEYNMAN: Quick Response

by Kristen Gant 1-1-1997

Stardate: 90125.1425
Scene: Holodeck

"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 door now, as it were." J.C. hated being the center of attention, especially now as all eyes were on him.

Krysa raised a dark eyebrow at the CSO, and couldn't help but smile. That young man definitely was more career oriented then she was. He would be one of those to be continually on the move, rarely content in one spot. She'd never thought of herself as being happy in one place .. that's why she'd joined Starfleet in the first place. But it seemed she'd changed a bit. She was content where she was, and felt no urge to leave the crew she'd become so attached to.

Her attention was drawn to the side of the rock where an odd mix of growls and muttered curses, punctuated by the words 'dingo' and 'darn yellow stars', heralded the Doctor's arrival. A dusty white paw reached over the edge of the rock, followed by the rest of Glin'kharr's form. A battered belt of metal hung poorly from the Doctor's hips. With a low growl which rose steadily into a snarl of frustration, the Kar'llian undid the belt, and, with a final grunt-turned-yell, hurled it over the side. "There, eat _that_, you red-furred..."

Lt. Jenn interceded before the lupine could say anything, well, regretful, in the Admiral's presence. "Glad you could join us, Doctor," she said even managing a smirk in spite of her mood, which was growing increasingly better as it became more evident that she was making the right choice.

"Ng? Yes, hello," Glin'kharr replied, looking around at the assemblage. "Sirs," he added, coming to rough attention under the glares of Cpt. Zane and Adm. Nicholas...

Once the doctor was situated in his chair, all eyes moved back to Commander Maril who remained stubbornly silent as he contemplated the decision which had been dropped in his lap.

Krysa understood how he felt. It was one she hadn't thought would be as easy to make as it was. But Maril was different. And so his reasoning was different and only time would tell what he would chose.

Regards,
Lt. Krysa Jenn
OPS/2O, USS FEYNMAN

NRPG: Sorry, but I couldn't resist responding to Mike's question :} Not to
mention putting more pressure on that strangely silent Tamarian over there

}:}

Kristen
--
Kristen & Scott Gant
http://homepage.interaccess.com/~sgant/gant.htm

USS FEYNMAN: On the Horns of a Massive Dillemna

by Max Felsher 1-25-1997

SD 90126.0200(GMT)
MD 1.1215
Holodeck 1:Ayers Rock

Like all of the others, Maril stared at the list: Maril, Jenn, Koreth. He felt like Ridaxis plunged into water. This had been totally unexpected. Of course, he had been FO for a while, but he had not expected transfer.

Different thoughts rushed through Maril's mind. He had always wanted to command a starship, and here was his chance. Three ships in the fleet had been destroyed, with only one replaced, and the fleet needed new CO's. Or even if he became FO of a larger ship, that would be a step closer to command. It would be a chance to do what he had always wanted to.

At the same time, he was not sure he could leave the Feynman. He had known Zane since their first mission on the Feynman, when they were both ensigns. They had been there from the beginning. And the rest of the crew-- they had grown into a team, a family. How could he leave?

Yet, this was his chance to command. It was right there. He might never get this chance again. And, if he were crippled by sentiment now, how would he ever have the courage to transfer in the future?

He heard the refusals of Koreth and Jenn, but he was still deep in thought. He was glad that they were staying, and in a way that made it easier. If they had accepted the transfer, Maril might have been less against the possibility of leaving. Or perhaps not. It would have been a severe shake-up in the chain of command if all three had left. If it were only he, it would just be people moving up. Still, Maril found it hard to go, with all of them staying. Of course, Maril did not want their careers to be halted, but he would stay, if only to keep the crew intact.

"So, Commander," Zane said, turning to Maril, "have you made a decision?"

Maril looked up. "Yes, sir, I have. I respectfully refuse transfer, sirs."

Admiral Nicholas had gotten up from the buffet he had been at for the past several minutes. "I want you to be sure, Commander--and you as well, Lieutenants," he said, glancing towards Jenn and Koreth, "--that you understand what you are doing. You are giving up promotions and higher titles. Commander, you are giving up a possible command."

Maril turned towards the Admiral. "Yes, sir, I understand that. But I can not leave this crew. We are a team, and I will not leave that team at this time. I think I can honestly say that I am part of one of the best crews in the fleet, if not all of Starfleet. And while I have always looked towards command and aspire towards it, and while of course I am tempted to accept the transfer, I do not believe I could leave the Feynman at this time. Perhaps another time, but not now." Maril fell silent; he was not sure he had done the right thing.

Nicholas shrugged. "Very well, if all of you understand the consequences of your actions. I wish you would have accepted, but I understand how crews can be." By this time, the Admiral had taken a seat and started tapping instructions into the program. "Now, why don't we get down to your mission."

Even as Admiral Nicholas said this, Maril had doubts. Had he made the correct decision? Would he have been better off doing what was best for his career? Maril realized he would probably be asking himself those questions for a long time.

The sun has met the sea,
Lt. Commander Onta Maril,
First Officer, USS Feynman (for now),
aka Max Felsher

NRPG: Well, this took a lot of thought, but I decided I liked you guys too much to leave. <g> But don't think I didn't think about leaving for a command. Oh, well. There'll be oher times...hopefully.

USS FEYNMAN: But First

by Mike Dawe 1-26-1997

Azariah looked across the rock at Zane as the last of the trio replied to the offer. Zane was trying to hide a smile... and failing.

The Admiral nodded slowly and turned to the assembled group. "Your CO was hoping you three would choose this path. If it were not for pressure from above I would be the last one to suggest breaking up a winning hand."

He crossed to the slightly raised area on the top of Ayers rock and turned to face all the senior staff. "Of course if I was just head-hunting then I would have done this through the normal channels. But I wanted to get a feel for your crew and the mood here." He looked around and tossed a bone he had been holding off the side of the cliff . . . a yip echoed up.

"So with this first order of business done let's get down to the second third of the meeting. I need to have . . . " He consulted a PADD he pulled from his side pouch. "Lt. Meleah and Lt. Koreth step forward as well as you Mr. Maril."

The three stepped up looking at each other curiously. It seemed the Vice Admiral liked doing things in threes as he removed another small box from his pouch and waved the Captain up to hold it for him. The Captain was the only one in position to see the contents as the Admiral opened it and his eyes widened slightly.

"Hrrmf, Your CO has written some glowing reports of the actions taken by your crew in her recent missions. You saw the result of such praise a moment ago. But there is another byproduct of fine service to the fleet. Lt Meleah, you are a product of science and perhaps that gives you an added edge, perhaps not. But what is not in question is the excellent work you have done in developing the counter the weapon the Reavers have used against us. In view of that I hereby award you the Richard Daystrom Medal of Merit in Sciences."

"Lt Koreth. You know as well as I that all the theory in the world won't stop a weapon. You need the solid application of the theory into a working device. For your efforts against the Reavers and their weapon I award you the Zephram Cochrane Medal of Merit in Engineering." At this point the Vice Admiral removed the two medals and attached them to the uniforms of the CEO and CSciO of the Feynman. He then solemnly shook their hands and nodded for them to step back.

That left the Captain, the Admiral, and Maril standing atop the rock. Admiral Nicholas put his hand in the box the Captain was holding and said, formally and with great care. "Temba, his arms open wide." As he said this he held out a small object . . . it was a solid pip, to replace the half pip on his collar. "You have served this ship well. If you won't leave it to serve another then I guess we will be forced to just promote you here. But understand this, there is no further 'up' possible here. Unless zane leaves the ship . . . "

"Not likely" Murmered the Captain in question.

"Hrrmf, as I said, unless he leaves the ship you are at the top now. I'll allow a few moments for all of you to congratulate the honored officers whilst I set up for the briefing. Could somebody release the holodeck lockout so I may do so?"

<<<nrpg>>> I'm glad this ship is staying together. You don't know how rare a good steady ship is.

I'll do the briefing tomorrow or the next day, reactions now with the Admiral running a holoshell within the holodeck from a series of data chips from his pouch. Obviously he has brought these here for security reasons.

mike--->glad when he can personally hand out the brownie points
Vice Admiral Azariah Nicholas CINCSILVER
Captain Christof Fife USS REGENT
GM USS SARATOGA
Lt. Cmdr Eskat Eskat USS HERMES
Lt James Cardiff USS SARATOGA
mdawe@islandnet.com

USS FEYNMAN: ...and Then

by Andrew Catterick 1-27-1997

SD: 90127.0930
MD: 1.1230
Scene:Holodeck

"Hrrmf, as I said, unless he leaves the ship you are at the top now. I'll allow a few moments for all of you to congratulate the honoured officers hwilst I set up for the briefing. Could somebody release the holodeck lockout so I may do so?"

Zane looked over at Meleah who called out to the computer. "Computer, remove lockout authorization Meleah one."

Those of the senior staff who had thought of overriding the controls when they arrived looked around at each other a bemused smile creeping across their faces. Who would have though the science officer would have chosen such a simple code. Of course the fact that it worked only added to the humour.

As the admiral got to work setting up his briefing Zane moved to congratulate Meleah and Koreth. He then turned to Maril. "Well Commander, surprised?"

Maril raised an unconscious hand to his third pip which confirmed him as a full commander. "Like Derati on Jilatr."

"Good." Zane replied with smile. "Uh Mr. Koreth I'm not quite finished with you yet." He gestured towards the dais. "And Lt. Jenn if you wouldn't mind."

Both officers stood and moved over to the captain. "Unfortunately things are rushed so we can't stand on much ceremony." He moved to a position where he could face both of them. "As with Commander Maril's promotion these have been a long time in coming." Silently he pinned a half pip on each officer's collar. "You are both hereby promoted to the rank of Lieutenant Commander with all the rights, responsibilities and privelges therin. Congratulations to both of you."

<<reaction?>>

As the officers returned to their seats and the admiral moved to join them, the necessary orders fed into the computer, Zane chuckled lightly. "Well now this ship is really 'overweight' I suggest we all keep a low profile or the next transfers might not be optional."

<<<NRPG>>>

For those of you who don't know, Jacky and I are moving into our house tonight/tomorrow so I really shouldn't even be on the computer right now (no one tell Jack!) but I just couldn't wait to let the news out and I don't want to hold Mike up on contining with the briefing. I will be on tomorrow night though.

...that said. Congrats to all promotees and award recipients!!! As Zane said, well deserved.

I'll add a brief line to each of your bios in the ship bio book marking the relevant happening unless I'm told *not* to. Updated roster hopefully tomorrow night but maybe a day or so after.

Gotta go...

Respectfully,
Andy-->Didn I mention there is a winter storm barreling through?
Fun! Fun! Fun!

-Captain Zane, Commanding Officer, USS FEYNMAN
-Commander Horatio Sinclair, Fleet Intelligence Officer, BLUE FLEET

USS FEYNMAN: You Asked For Reactions...

by Kristen Gant 1-28-1997

Stardate: 90128.0257
Scene: Holodeck

Maril looked up. "Yes, sir, I have. I respectfully refuse transfer, sirs."

Krysa couldn't help but smile at Onta's refusal of the transfer. No transfers. They all would stay together. She was relieved. They thought of trying to break in a new XO was not pleasant. They Feynman had a combination that worked and to change that could ruin it.

Krysa could tell he wasn't completely sure he'd made the right choice, and she understood. It took a brave man to turn down what might be the opportunity of a lifetime. But she knew he'd made the right choice for both himself and for the entire crew, just as both she and Koreth had.

"Your CO was hoping you three would choose this path. If it were not for pressure from above I would be the last one to suggest breaking up a winning hand."
Krysa turned to look at Zane who was indeed grinning like the cat who'd caught the mouse. The grin definitely suited him better then the somber frown he'd worn when the idea of transfers was first placed on the table.

"Hrrmf, as I said, unless he leaves the ship you are at the top now. I'll allow a few moments for all of you to congratulate the honored officers whilst I set up for the briefing. Could somebody release the holodeck lockout so I may do so?"

Krysa moved to congratulate her friends, and to admire their shining medals. Meleah accepted the congratulations with her usual unemotional charm, which Krysa thought was very becoming of the android.

Koreth was beaming over his. She grinned, for he definitely deserved it with all those extra hours he put in while everyone else was on shore leave .. or in the Wall, she couldn't help but think sheepishly. But now the Lieutenant had proof of his hard work.

"Uh Mr. Koreth I'm not quite finished with you yet." He gestured towards the dais. "And Lt. Jenn if you wouldn't mind."

Both officers stood and moved over to the captain. "Unfortunately things are rushed so we can't stand on much ceremony." He moved to a position where he could face both of them. "As with Commander Maril's promotion these have been a long time in coming." Silently he pinned a half pip on each officer's collar. "You are both hereby promoted to the rank of Lieutenant Commander with all the rights, responsibilities and privileges therein. Congratulations to both of you."

"Thank you, Captain," Krysa said with a smile. It was better then she could have hoped for. A promotion, plus being able to stay on the FEYNMAN with officers who were quickly becoming indispensable to her emotional well-being. Of course she knew the day would come when she might lose one or even all, but for the time being .. that wasn't important.

As the officers returned to their seats and the admiral moved to join them, the necessary orders fed into the computer, Zane chuckled lightly. "Well now this ship is really 'overweight' I suggest we all keep a low profile or the next transfers might not be optional."

Krysa grimaced at the thought, but quickly put it out of her mind, as she prepared to listen to the Admiral's mission.

Regards,
Lt.Cmdr. Krysa Jenn
OPS/2O, USS FEYNMAN

NRPG: There's some reactions :} Now Andy, I don't want to see you again until you've done *everything* your wife asks of you!! Gotta stick up for the wife in this one ..

Kristen
--
Kristen & Scott Gant
http://homepage.interaccess.com/~sgant/gant.htm

USS FEYNMAN: React Or Not To React...

by Jason Bostjancic 1-28-1997

SD: 90128 MD: 1.1230 Scene: Holodeck

The Zefram Cochrane Medal of Merit in Engineering... Tarrant was in a slight daze. The thoughts of turning down the promotion from the admiral only minutes ago were temporarily washed away. He took the award without a sound. Many years ago his father, Dor'al, had received a variation of the same honor. Tarrant wondered if his father would call....

"Good." Zane replied with smile. "Uh Mr. Koreth I'm not quite finished with you yet." He gestured towards the dais. "And Lt. Jenn if you wouldn't mind."

Both officers stood and moved over to the captain. "Unfortunately things are rushed so we can't stand on much ceremony." He moved to a position where he could face both of them. "As with Commander Maril's promotion these have been a long time in coming." Silently he pinned a half pip on each officer's collar. "You are both hereby promoted to the rank of Lieutenant Commander with all the rights, responsibilities and privileges therein. Congratulations to both of you."

If he was in a daze before, as was rare for the CEO, he was now completely floored. His mouth remained slightly open and no sound would come...

<NRPG>

Wow: I really like this last group of messages... :)

Guess since I'm staing with a promotion, I'll have to upgrade the Captains chair to a DX version <G> And don't anyone take advantage of Tarrant while he's in this state, he might come after you should the shock ever wear off.

Respectfully,
Jason

Commander Tirrin Vorak - XO - USS BURKE
Lieutenant Tarrant L. Koreth - CEO - USS FEYNMAN

Potest esse nur unus

USS FEYNMAN: Congratulations to Everyone

by Max Felsher 1-29-1997

SD 90129.0230(GMT)
MD 1.1225
Holodeck 1:Ayers Rock

Maril sat back down at the table, this time with three solid pips. His expression told everything. For a being that rarely showed his emotions, he was now definitely overwhelmed.

"Congratulations, Commander," Lt.(jg) Allard's voice came from behind him. Maril turned to see an enthusiastic CSO.

"Thank you, Lieutenant." As Allard walked away, Maril turned his attention to the rest of the group. There were a few people clustered around each of the award-receivers/promotees: Maril, Koreth, and Meleah. Admiral Nicholas appeared to be doing strange things with the holodeck program, the purpose of which Maril could not figure out.

He noticed Captain Zane stepping over to greet him. "Hello, sir," Maril said contently.

"Hello, Onta," Zane answered without much emotion. "Congratulations on your promotion, and your request for transfer. It's quite an honor to be selected for transfer."

Maril nodded. "But I couldn't leave the Feynman. To tell you the truth, Captain, I wasn't sure, and even now I'm not totally sure I made the right decision. But I think I did make a good decision."

Zane smiled. "I was actually quite scared that I'd lose any of you, especially you, Jenn, and Koreth. It was a big relief when you all declined."

Lieutenant Jenn stepped up to the two. "Hello, Captain. Congratulations, Commander," Jenn said. They shook hands and Maril said, "Thank you, Lieutenant."

"That was a tough decision to make," Jenn said, after looking around the room. "I hadn't expected to be selected for transfer."

"Well, Lieutenant, we're glad you stayed," Zane said, smiling at Jenn.

"Why, thank you, sir," Jenn smiled back as she turned away. Maril simply raised an eyebrow.

After Jenn had left the pair, Maril sighed, "Well, Captain, I think I'll go congratulate the award-winners."

Zane nodded. "Fine. What do you think the Admiral is doing over there?" Zane said, looking towards Nicholas.

Maril glanced over to Admiral Nicholas's position once again. It looked even more peculiar than the last time he had looked. "I'm not sure. Well, I still have to congratulate these other people," he said as he stepped towards Lieutenant Koreth.

He had only gotten a few steps, however, when Zane called Jenn and Koreth over to him and promoted them to Lieutenant Commander.

After they had left the dais, Maril quickly intercepted them. "Mr. Jenn, Mr. Koreth," he said, stepping in their way. "I suppose I am the one doing the congratulating now, Commanders...."

Jenn smiled. "You know that has a nice ring to it. Lieutenant Commander Krysa Jenn." She laughed and stepped over to other officers.

"Congrautlations on your medal as well, Lieutenant," Maril said, turning to the CEO.

"Thank you, sir," Koreth said with a smile not usually seen.

After Maril then congratulated Meleah on her medal, with she responding unemotionally courteously, Maril sat back at the table to listen to their next mission.

The sun has met the sea,
Commander Onta Maril,
First Officer, USS Feynman,
aka Max Felsher

NRPG: Well, I wonder what Mike has cooked up for us this time! ;)

Jason, Melanie: Congrats on the awards!

Andy: The dialogue I wrote between Maril and Zane is different from in your post, but I think it just means that one or both of our characters have very poor memory. :) Or it could simply be that my dialogue occurred before or after yours.

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-SD 90101.2300
+SD: 90101.2300<br>
-MD 10.1930
+MD: 10.1930<br>
 He sat in an armchair next to a glass table. His parents had sent him <I>Jeckalla's Gaze Across the Ocean</I>, a novel by a respected author from Motuxi, Maril's home planet. For some reason his parents had thought he would like it. He had let it sit there for a few weeks without touching it. Now that he was reading it, though, it was actually quite good. Of course, it was hard adjusting back to full Tamarian, but Maril was understanding the plot.
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 A KNIGHT ther was, and that a worthy man,<br>
 That fro the tyme that he first bigan<br>
+<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: The Tank</h3>
+<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by
+Andrew Catterick 1-2-1997</h4>
+SD: 90102.0930<br>
+MD: 10.1925<br>
+Scene: Outside the Wall<br>
+<I>
+Jerran walked down the corridor just in time to see his crewmates standing
+in front of a pai of marines holding stun rifles. He shook his head with
+a smile, and after debating with himself for a minute on whether or not to
+let them spend the night in the drunk tank, he stealthily sneaked up
+behind the guards and simultaneously gave them both a pinch to the nerves
+at the base of their neck, letting go to hear a pair of satisfying
+thumps, and seeing the faces of his friends staring in disbelief.
+"I should have known you'd be hear, Krysa. Did someone get in your way
+while you were trying to go to a fifty percent off sale?"
+"Funny, flyboy. Now let's get out of here before our friends wake up."
+As the group began to leave the scene Zane moved closer to Jerran.
+"Assaulting marine MPs Mr. Jerran. That's quite a serious offence."
+</I>
+"Only if there are witnesses." Jerran replied with an evil smile.
+"Besides what would happen if the FEYNMAN was needed for an emergency and
+you were all in the 'tank'? I had Starfleet's best interests at heart."
+"Well then, I commend your actions....unofficially of course."
+"Of course." Jerran replied.
+"Ahhh! The book!" Zane said as he came to a halt.
+"What book?" Jerran asked, uncomfortably aware that they were
+still very close to the wall and angry marines.
+"Go on ahead I'll catch up."
+_______________________<br>
+MD:10.2045<br>
+Scene:Drunk Tank, EPSILON Security.<br>
+For a being that can not sleep 'waking' from an unconscious state
+was extremely disorienting. As he lay there, his senses slowly coming
+back he began to piece together what had happened. He had returned to the
+Wall and had retrieved the book and was quickly making his way to the
+turbolift when two MPs had confronted him. He had identified himself and
+had started to pull out his Starfleet ID. That was when one of them
+pulled out his stun stick.
+He slowly raised himself into a sitting position and gazed around
+the room. There were at least thirty beings in a variety of heaps strewn
+throughout. He recognized many of them from the Wall, including
+the Nausican who's jaw he had smashed. Struggling into a stand the stench
+of the room and the various bodily fluids he had been laying in hit him
+and he used every ounce of his will not to vomit. "Guard! Guard!"
+"Quiet in there!" A voice growled. As the marine approached he
+poked his stunstick at Zane menacingly. "What do you want rummy?"
+"Private if you ever want to see corporal you'll go and get your
+CO and tell him *Captain* Zane wants him down here right now."
+Without a word the private turned on his heel and marched back
+down the hall. Five stagnant minutes later a marine sergeant appeared.
+"Private Jones here tells me you think your a Captain, little too much
+booze today or do you have an ID to back up your story?" The marine knew
+exactly who Zane was because he had examined his ID card right before he
+had consigned it to the trash receptacle.
+"No my ID has been taken but if you contact the FEYNMAN, my ship,
+they'll vouch for me."
+"Uh-huh. Do you know how many drunks try to pass themselves off
+as Fleet personnel to get out here. No dice, buddy. The regs say that ID
+or not you stay in here for 24 hours to dry out."
+"I haven't even been drinking!" Zane protested.
+"Sure doesn't smell that way." The sergeant replied smugly.
+"Take a blood sample."
+"I'm not a medic." There was nothing like making a naval
+officer's life hell.
+"Look sarge my ship leaves in twelve hours on a very important
+mission that has lots of lives depending on it." Zane lied. "You want to
+explain to the admiral why this mission is in jeopardy?"
+"As long as I'm following the regs the admiral can't touch me."
+"Maybe not officially but I'm sure you've been around long enough
+to know Admiral Nicholas, he will make his displeasure clear. I hear the
+belt mines need more security."
+The marine jabbed his deactivated stun stick into Zane's stomach.
+"You better take a nap cause your in here for 23 more hours. I follow the
+regs." With that he stalked back down to his office. Once there he
+activated his comm. "Get me the senior officer aboard the FEYNMAN."
+"What are you doing sarge? I thought you were going to leave him there."
+"Listen you little maggot nobody's talking to you." He hated the
+navy but the thought of being in the belt was something even worse."
+<<<NRPG>>>
+Gotta run hope there aren't too many spelling errors.
+Max: Uh, could you uh bail me out.:)
+Respectfully,<br>
+Andy<br>
+-Captain Zane, Commanding Officer, USS FEYNMAN<br>
+-Commander Horatio Sinclair, Fleet Intelligence Officer, BLUE FLEET<br>
+<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Blah, blah!</h3>
+<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Jason Bostjancic 1-2-1997</h4>
+SD: 90102<br>
+MD: 10.1300<br>
+Scene: Bridge<br>
+Tarrant sat in the 'captains' seat and stared at the image
+of Epsilon. Every once in a while another ship would come
+into view and he would immediately go over the class,
+specs, and where it was probably built. In other words...
+Lt. Koreth was bored.
+For once, the CEO had actually finished repairs to the
+FEYNMAN early. He had been planning on checking out
+some holoprograms for sale down on the merchant level
+when the computer warning notified him that over 5 of the
+senior staff had already left the ship. Grudgingly, Tarrant
+returned to his quarters, then went to 10-F, then engineering,
+and finally to the bridge for a shift.
+<Lt. Jenn to the Bridge>
+So they return thought the partial Klingon bitterly, "Tarrant
+here Lieutenant. I take it you have returned?"
+<Yes. A couple of us are down here in sickbay.. um, has the
+captain returned or have you heard from him?>
+"No word and no sign," a tinge of worry surfaced, "Is he in
+any danger?"
+<No, no. Well, I don't think so. Last I saw he was returning to
+the Wall.>
+Tarrant shook his head. Why that bar was allowed to remain on
+the Federation Starbase at all was beyond him.
+"That would explain your all being in sickbay. Would you like to send
+a search 'group' to look for him?" Tarrant would have, but Krysa
+was his senior.
+There was a pause.
+<No, I think the Captain can handle himself. But if we don't hear
+from him in a few hours...>
+"Understood - Bridge out."
+....................
+NRPG
+Just a little something to state that I am still here. Sorry, but someone
+had to return and Krysa drew the short straw. But I tried to leave
+it open as to who else returned.
+I'll leave the plea for bond money to Max to post. Maybe we should
+leave Zane in there and see what happens when the Naussician
+wakes up to find the man who broke his jaw in there with him. <G>
+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: Facing the Maril</h3>
+<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Kristen Gant 1-3-1997</h4>
+<I>
+"Sir," Loren began addressing Krysa, "now that all that's settled, who's
+going to tell Commander Maril what happened?"
+There was another pause.</I><br>
+"Well, perhaps we shouldn't disturb the Commander right now .." Krysa
+began. She was getting worried that Zane had not yet returned. She watched
+him head back into the bar despite opposition form his crew. And now he had
+not yet returned. It wasn't likely he had headed back to wherever he had
+been before .. After all his tuxedo was ruined.
+She couldn't help but wonder where he had been dressed to the nines like
+that. But she pushed those thoughts aside, after all it wasn't her
+business.
+"Lt.," said the growly voice of the FEYNMAN's CMO, "Commander Maril will
+not be pleased if something's gone wrong."
+"Do you think something's wrong?" Krysa asked, concern in her eyes.
+Glin'kharr raised an eyebrow, "I am merely stating the possibilities."
+Krysa frowned and began to pace. Facing the wraith of Onta Maril wasn't
+something she wanted to do. But the Doctor was right, what if something bad
+had happened to the Captain. They had been back for well over a hour and he
+had not yet returned. Of course he was a grown man who could take care of
+himself ..
+She continued to pace for a few more minutes before her concern finally won
+out over her fear of retribution from the commander.
+She tapped her commpin lightly, "Lt. Jenn to Commander Maril."
+<Maril here,>
+"Sir, do you think you could come down to Sickbay for a moment. I have
+something I need to talk to you about."
+There was a slight pause and then, he answered, <I'm on my way.>
+Scene: Sickbay<br>
+MD: 10.2045<br>
+Onta frowned at Krysa, "You were where?"
+"The Wall, sir," she said.
+The FEYNMAN's executive officer stared at the officers lined up in Sickbay:
+Krysa, Ens. Landers, Lt. Allard, Lt. Meleah and the three junior officers
+who had been dragged to the wall by Bat. "Now I'm not going to forbid
+anyone from going to the Wall .. but a brawl!" He growled, "Who started
+it?"
+There was silence as they all fidgeted. Maril asked once again, "Who
+started it?"
+It was then that Maril commbadge chirped, <Cmdr. Maril, you have a call
+from Epsilon Security.>
+"Busnabi missing the Riini River!" Maril's oath came out loudly. "Who isn't
+here, that was in this brawl in The Wall?"
+"Well, sir," said Krysa clearing her throat, that's actually why I called
+you down here. You see .. Well, Captain Zane is missing."
+Maril's eyes widened, "Captain Zane was in the brawl at the Wall?"
+Krysa nodded.
+Maril sighed heavily and hit his commbadge, "I'll take it in my office."
+Regards,<br>
+Lt. Krysa Jenn<br>
+OPS/2O, USS FEYNMAN<br>
+***
+NRPG: Okay I got to thinking about it .. and decided that everyone ought to
+have to squirm just a bit. Sorry, Mike .. Even JC :}
+Andy, Krysa isn't likely to ask where Zane was all dressed up, cause I
+think she might be a tad jealous :}:} hehe, poor thing!
+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: Just Before the Storm</h3>
+<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Max Felsher 1-3-1997</h4>
+SD 90104.0330<br>
+MD 10.2050<br>
+SCENE: Sickbay<br>
+"Doctor, could I use your office to receive the communication?"
+Glin'kharr growled for a second, as usual.
+[There is a drunk man claiming to be from your ship. I don't believe him, but I had to check, sir. Regualtions.]
+"I understand."
+[Well, sir, if you could just come here and verify that he's not from your ship, I could be out of your hair...er, way, sir.]
+Maril was still more impatient. "Look, Sergeant, I am the first officer of a starship. I have duties to perform. I can't waste my time going all the way to Security Central just to check to see if a drunk man is from my ship." Then, Maril remembered that the Captain was not back, and that he had supposedly been involved in the brawl. "Actually, Sergeant, I'll be right there."
+As Maril walked out of the CMO's office and Sickbay, he noted to Lt. Glin'kharr that he should keep the charged officers in Sickbay until he returned.
+SD: 90104.0200(GMT)<br>
+MD: 10.1935<br>
+SB Epsilon: Corridor near Security Central<br>
+Maril strode down the corridor, rushing past other officers and wondering
+why he was reporting to Security. What could have happened? Was he being
+charged with a crime? No, if they were going to arrest him, they would not
+have asked him to come; they would have found him and gone to him. But
+what could it be?
+Ahh. Here it was. Security Central and Brig. Maril walked through the
+doors, and into a disaster area.
+SCENE: Security Central and Epsilon Brig
+Maril started to search for the correct cell, but was having no luck. Suddenly,
+a voice called out, "Hey, what do you think you're doing?" Maril turned to look;
+there was an officer at a desk seemingly directing traffic in Security Central.
+"I'm an officer of the USS Feynman. I have to verify if a drunk person is from my ship."
+"Okay, I guess you can pass." "You Commander Maril?" Keinman asked, sweating a bit.
+Officers and Marines were running back and forth, trying to figure out who
+all of the prisoners were. Meanwhile, the prisoners were sitting around the
+entire Brig, just waiting.
+Maril noticed an officer who seemed to be managing where everyone was
+going, sitting behind a desk. After getting in a long line, he finally arrived to
+the desk and waited for the officer to say something.
+"So, what's your business here?"
+"Lieutenant Commander Onta Mari, First Officer of the USS Feynman. I was
+ordered to come here."
+"Yes. Who was it that you wanted me to see." "Ummm...I'm actually not quite sure. Most of them are delirious, and a lot of them have claimed to be Starfleet." Maril smiled back, but his smile soon hardened.
+The officer looked down his list. "Oh, yes, a Sergeant Keinman wanted you.
+Says there a drunk man claiming to be on your ship."
+"Very well. Where should I go?"
+"Uhh...Holding Cell C, the Drunk Tank. Watch out. There's a lot of crazy
+people in there." The officer smiled knowingly.
+"Thank you." Maril then started to walk down the line of cells. Reaching a
+big one with a large group of people lying about with blank stares on their
+faces, he was about to look inside when a Marine sergeant stepped in front of
+him.
+"You Commander Maril?" the sergeant asked, sweating a bit.
+"Yes. Why have I been called here?" Maril said suspiciously.
+"There's a drunk guy who says he's captain of your ship. I wouldn't think
+much of it; he's probably just drunk."
+"Thank you, Sergeant." Maril stepped around the sergeant and scanned
+through the cell. Suddenly, his eyes fell upon a man in a tuxedo, leaning on a
+side wall. "Captain!"
+The man, who was now obviously Captain Zane, stood up and smiled.
+"Hello, Commander."
+The sergeant stood with his mouth wide open. "You mean you know this
+man?"
+Maril smiled. "Of course. Meet Captain Zane, Commanding Officer of the
+USS Feynman."
+The sergeant looked a pale white. "Well, I guess I can let you out then," he
+said as he neared the forcefield control panel, feigning laughter. He reached
+over to the controls and let the forcefield down as Zane stepped out, then put
+the forcefield back up quickly.
+"Well, I'm sorry I detained you,...sir," the sergeant said, pretending to be
+friendly.
+"No problem, Sergeant. No harm done."
+Zane and Maril hurried through the masses of people until they were well
+away from Security Central.
+"Well, Commander, that's not an experience I'm likely to forget soon," Zane
+grinned.
+Maril smiled back. "Nor I, sir. Now, how exactly did you get in the brig?"
+Zane sighed. "First of all, yes, I was involved. I think we need to talk about it i
+my Ready Room, Commander, just as soon as I change out of this tux."
+"You know, sir, I could have you put in the Brig." There was a faint smile on
+Maril's lips.
+"Sir, Lieutenant Jenn has told me that she and some other officers were involved in a brawl at the Wall, including yourself. Is this so, sir; and if it is, how am I supposed to discipline the crew?"
+The sun has met the sea,<br>
+Lt. Commander Onta Maril,<br>
+First Officer, USS Feynman,<br>
+aka Max Felsher<br>
+NRPG:
+Stay tuned for the next episode in our never-ending (literally) saga, as the
+senior officers (most of them) nurse their wounds and wonder just how good
+the security sensors were in the Wall. ;) <g>
+Well, I guess everyone's back now (at least, I hope so).
+Okay, now how are we supposed to go around saving the galaxy if six of the
+senior staff are being charged in a court-martial? <VBG>
+<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: The Pony Express</h3>
+<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Michael "Mike" Dailey 1-4-1997</h4>
+SD: 90104.0930<br>
+MD: -0001.????<br>
+SCENE: Outside Sickbay - USS FEYNMAN<br>
+Having just been released by Dr. Glin'kharr, everyone went their respective ways. The
+group of FEYNMAN officers and crew that had required 'minor' attention from their little
+'adventure' at EPSILON's 'Wall', and required the skills of their CMO and staff. Mostly
+minor cuts, bumps, and scrapes for the lot of them. Nurse Tamy and Doctor Glin'kharr had
+tended to them, all while the Doctor Grumbled about the foolishness of the situation.
+Approaching a lift near the Pharmacy, J.C. considered checking in with Security, but
+dismissed the idea. He was still on leave, and SCPO Alex Tamarov could handle the
+minimal administrative duties while the FEYNMAN was 'in port', as the old Naval term
+applied when wooden ships roamed Terra's seas and oceans centuries ago.
+J.C. instructed the lift to proceed to Deck 5. After cleaning up and possibly a bite to eat,
+he would catch up on some correspondence. The lift stopped on Deck 5, nicknamed
+'officers country', as most of the FEYNMAN senior officers were assigned quarters here.
+He proceeded on the Cabin 735, and the doors parted immediately as the internal sensors
+recognized him.
+-SNIP- Half hour later.
+Sitting in his favorite overstuffed chair in the living area of his quarters, J.C. was
+finishing the last of his dinner, a small vegetable salad with a light dressing and croutons,
+followed by a hearty-sized serving of spaghetti and meatballs. After a shower to wash the
+'Wall' smell off of him, J.C. had changed into a pair of jeans and his favorite navy
+cardigan. He had chosen one of his favorite soft and light instrumental jazz pieces, and
+dimmed the lights to a more relaxing glow. J.C. finished the last bite of spaghetti, and got
+up to return the bowl, etc. to the replicator. *Hmm, if I had some company, this could be
+fun* though J.C., considering the romantic setting he had created in his quarters for just
+himself. Returning to the chair, J.C. considered what to do next.
+"Computer," said J.C. "Personal Log Entry. Another mission tucked under the
+FEYNMAN's 'belt', and here we are at EPSILON awaiting our next orders. While off
+duty, Ensign Loren Landers, our new CNS, and myself engaged in some much needed
+'emotional therapy' at the 'Wall' on EPSILON, a well noted high-class establishment. I ran
+into an old acquaintance of mine, an upperclassmen from my academy days. He
+'reminded' me of the old times we used to enjoy." J.C. rubbed his right eye, still slightly
+sore despite Dr. Glin'kharr's attempts.
+"I'm anxiously awaiting our next mission briefing, as FEYNMAN briefings go, they are
+usually as exciting as the actual missions, sometimes better. Personally, I would love an
+exploration mission. To find someplace, a planet, that no one else, at least no Federation
+or Starfleet personnel have ever visited. As for Security, I have to meet with the two new
+additions to my staff, replacements for the two who were lost on the Reaver base, the first
+two I ever lost under my command. Computer, end log." said J.C. *Great, finish your log
+sounding all morbid. Way to go. Oh well.*
+"Computer, how many new messages do I have?" asked the CSO.
+<You have 2 subspace messages, and two inter-ship communiqués'> Getting up from the
+comforts of his chair, J.C. proceeded over the desk console, selecting the first letter, from
+his older brother Brandon.
+<nowiki>***********************************************************************</nowiki><br>
+TX# 13fv-89fcf36cgtl<br>
+SERVER ID - MCU103-97A42 [Mars Colonial University Mail Server]<br>
+FROM: Allard, Brandon C.<br>
+TO: Allard, Justin C.M. Ltjg. USS FEYNMAN NCC 66000<br>
+DATE: December 26, 2407<br>
+"Hello Justin! It's been a long time since I've heard from you. Well, I hope you have a
+merry Christmas and happy new year. I talked to Kevin and Dad today. Kevin is home
+from Wilmington for the holidays, but they were both kind of sad. This was the first year
+all four of us were not together for the holidays. Dad said Kevin was really upset on his
+birthday, the 16th. He really missed his older brothers. Dad had offered to send me liner
+tickets to come home, but I told him by the time I got there, I could only spend one day,
+and would have to leave. Starliners aren't starships, after all. Besides, I'll be home for
+spring break.
+"Speaking of birthdays, don't forget Dad's is next month. I was thinking if there was
+any was possible you could get some leave.... I know, probably not. But still, it would be
+a nice surprise for him. Things are going great here at MCU. I start my 4th and final term
+here and am so close to the degree. Dad says I can represent you when you get in trouble,
+but he's just kidding.
+"Justin take care, little brother. I miss you. Every time FNN reports some Starfleet ship
+lost or missing, we cringe, hoping it won't be the FEYNMAN. Write back soon.
+Love,
+Brandon
+E.O.M.<br>
+<nowiki>***********************************************************************</nowiki><br>
+J.C. hit the key to toggle the next message, from his Grandmother on Deep Space 5.
+<nowiki>***********************************************************************</nowiki><br>
+TX# - 812cx-10074-8355<br>
+SERVER ID - SF-DS5-143-009004<br>
+FROM: Allard, Isabell Lcdr. - Deep Space 5<br>
+TO: Allard, Justin C.M. Ltjg. - USS FEYNMAN NCC 66000<br>
+Date: December 27, 2407<br>
+"Justin dear, it's been such a long time since I've seen you or heard your voice. Too bad
+the FEYNMAN isn't assigned to the Beta Quadrant. How are things on board the best
+ship in the SILVER fleet? I've been keeping up with you, reading the mission logs and
+such when time permits. Quite and interesting group you have there, Justin.
+Things are non-stop here on DS-5. We just received word last week that the FDOC has
+choosen DS-5 to hold a diplomatic 'conference' for all of the non-aligned systems here in
+the Beta Quadrant. The conference will be held in February, and Commodore Bauer will
+be here next week to conduct a preliminary 'inspection'. Captain Harrison, poor dear.
+She's going wild. I don't think she likes the 'brass' very well. We're still sitting at just
+below 80% fully staffed. Perhaps with the conference, Commodore Bauer will 'speed' up
+our requests.
+Sure you don't want to give up ship duty? A Starbase post can be fun, too? Just kidding,
+dear. I know you're happy where you are. Your Grandfather sends his love. He's busy in
+the Cafe, as it's lunch time now for Beta shift. He has the entire staff, but acts like they
+cannot fill a napkin dispenser without his help! Some things never change.
+<Commander Allard, report to Ops. please.>
+Oh, it never fails. I love you dearly, Justin. Have a merry Christmas and happy new
+year! Talk to you soon.
+Grandma Allard
+E.O.M.<br>
+<nowiki>*******************************************************************************************</nowiki><br>
+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>
+=======<br>
+= NRPG  =<br>
+=======<br>
+Hello all. Kind of long, but I have wanted to do some 'mail' for a while now. Wonder if Maril will put Zane in the Brig. I'll make sure to triple security in that case.... and assign Jerry Jonas to PERSONALLY guard the CO.... <SBVEG!>
+Cheers all<br>
+Mike<br>
+<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Time to Move On</h3>
+<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by
+Andrew Catterick 1-5-1997</h4>
+SD: 90105.1000<br>
+MD: 10.2100<br>
+Scene: Market Level, EPSILON<br>
+</I>
+Zane sighed. "First of all, yes, I was involved. I think we need to talk about it i
+my Ready Room, Commander, just as soon as I change out of this tux."
+"You know, sir, I could have you put in the Brig." There was a faint smile on
+Maril's lips.</I>
+Zane chuckled. " I guess I would deserve it."
+"How exactly did you become involved in a brawl?"
+Zane patted the book in his hand. The marine sargent had been
+planning on selling it to an antique store after Zane had left but with
+the way things had developed he had decided it was prudent to return it.
+"I was down at one of the small shops purchasing this book. As I was
+heading back towards the docks I passed by the Wall and Chief Larocque
+came crashing through the window. It was only a matter of time before the
+marines arrived so I dove in to help get everyone out. It seems the
+FEYNMAN was well represented inside."
+"Yes." Maril answered with a degree of distaste.
+_______________________________<br>
+MD:12.0800<br>
+Scene: Outer office of CINCSILVER.<br>
+Zane sat in the comfortable chair waiting patiently for a nod from
+the admiral's secretary that he could go in. Ever since returning to the
+FEYNMAN after the 'brawl at the Wall' as the crew had been calling it he
+had kept a low profile on board. Getting thrown in the drunk tank wasn't
+exactly something you wanted your crew to emulate, or your admiral to find
+out about. Of course the black eye he was still sporting didn't exactly
+help the situation. He still didn't believe Dr. Glin'kharr's explanation
+as to why he could not remove the blemish, the fact that the doctor seemed
+to take great pleasure in Zane's predicament didn't help either.
+"Captain, you can go in now."
+<<<NRPG>>>
+Sorry very very short I know. Running behind and I wanted to get Zane in
+to see the admiral so we can get back out there.
+Respectfully,<br>
+Andy<br>
+-Captain Zane, Commanding Officer, USS FEYNMAN<br>
+-Commander Horatio Sinclair, Fleet Intelligence Officer, BLUE FLEET<br>
+<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: New Faces, FEYNMAN Style</h3>
+<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Michael "Mike" Dailey 1-7-1997</h4>
+SD: 90107.1630<br>
+MD: -0001.????<br>
+SCENE: Security Chief's Office
+Looking at his face in a small mirror, the CSO lightly rubbed the still sore eye that he had received as a 'souvenir' from the recent trip to the famous 'Wall' on EPSILON. The eye was still a 'shiner', sporting a black and blue ring, but at least the swelling had gone down. *I still don't quite believe Glin'kharr's story about not having a single tissue regenerator in working order,* thought J.C. Putting the mirror back into a desk drawer, J.C. observed SCPO Alex Tamarov, the Security second-in-command. Sitting on the other side of the desk, the ACSO was unsuccessfully trying to hide some laughter.
+"I take it you've never seen a black eye, Mr. Tamarov," said J.C.
+"Sorry, sir. It's just..." he tried to continue, but laughter overcame him.
+"O.K., Alex. O.K." said J.C. playing-up the sarcasm a bit. "Go ahead, get it out of your system." It was starting to be quite a hassle explaining the cause and circumstances of the black eye to everyone. Alex finally settled down enough to talk.
+"...<gasp> Sorry, sir. I'm just <chuckle> glad I stayed out of harms way here onboard, where it's safe."
+"Thanks for your sympathy, Alex." said J.C. Turning off the 'serious-mode', J.C. smiled at the ACSO, "Just between us," J.C. paused, leaned forward in his chair, and spoke almost at a whisper, "I had an absolute BLAST. Off the record, of course." said J.C.
+"Of course, sir." Alex cleared his throat. The door chime to his office bleeped at them, signaling visitors.
+"Come," said J.C. Standing, J.C. straightened his uniform. "Look sharp," he said to Alex, who did likewise.
+The door swooshed opened to deposit PO/3 Jerry Jonas, escorting three new faces behind him. Two human males, and one Vulcan-looking young woman came in and lined up in front of J.C.'s desk. Jonas came to attention,
+"LtJg. J.C. Allard and SCPO Alex Tamorov, may I present the three new additions to our team." J.C. nodded at Mr. Jonas. "Thank you, Jerry. Dismissed." said Alex. Jerry Jonas acknowledged his superiors, turned and left.
+The first fellow stepped forward, handing his orders PADD to J.C., who motioned for Alex to take it. He would have plenty of time to read their records later.
+"PO/3 Ian Steiner, reporting for duty, Sirs." Steiner stood 6'3, and was as bulky as he was tall. J.C. leaned over to Tamarov, glancing at Steiner's orders PADD. Transfer from the Marines. *Who would have guessed,* though J.C. to himself.
+"Prefer starship duty to being a 'ground-pounder' Mr. Steiner." asked J.C. Alex, standing only 5"10', stared wide-eyed at Steiner. *This guy belongs on a Marine recruiting poster.*
+"Yes, Sir" replied Steiner. "I would have become bored. There are more opportunities in this branch of the 'fleet, Sir." J.C. got up from his desk and extended his hand, half expecting the ex-Marine to break his wrist. His grip was firm but humane.
+"You're right there, Mr. Steiner." said J.C. Turning his attention to the young woman in a Cadet uniform, with the marks of a Senior on her collar. J.C. also noticed the distinguishing facial features of the Vulcan woman.
+Stepping forward, she came to attention with crisp Academy style. Immediately, she handed Mr. Tamarov her orders PADD. Alex shot a quick glance to his CO, both thinking the same thing *Hmm, she IS a sharp one* already anticipating their actions.
+"Cadet Janine Toloy, reporting as ordered, per Commandant Kearsey's orders." J.C. winced at the mentioning of Kearsey's name. He had dealings with Kearsey once himself only three years ago, and was surprised to hear that the old battle-ax... Fighting off a cough, J.C. continued.
+"You've chosen Security as a career, Cadet?" asked J.C. Once again, he leaned over to Alex in order look at her PADD.
+"Not specifically, Sir. My career goal in Starfleet in to serve in the Judge Advocate General's office." said the Cadet. *Hmm, similar aspirations like myself.* He noted more 'feeling' in her words than most Vulcans he had known. Perhaps she wasn't all Vulcan.
+"Very well, Cadet." said J.C. The last fellow, standing next to Alex, stepped forward. "And who do we have here," asked Alex.
+"SIRS! PO/2 IVAN KARR REPORTING FOR DUTY, SIRS!", shouted the NCO. He stood at attention, perhaps a bit more stiff than even the Vulcan Cadet had. *One looks like a recruiting poster, and the other one sounds like one* Alex grinned to himself at the awkward pair.
+"At ease, Mr. Karr" said J.C. The CSO gave a nod to Alex, to take this one. The ACSO scanned Karr's orders and service record.
+"You've spent the last eight months aboard the SARATOGA-C? Why give up your post on a Royal Sovereign to serve on the FEYNMAN?" asked Alex. *Good question, though J.C.* as he wondered the same thing.
+"Not my choice, Sirs. The SARA will be down for about five months for a major refit, and all except the Engineering staff were transferred for the duration," said Karr.
+"Interesting story, Mr. Karr," said J.C., offering his hand to the loud NCO.
+"Well, welcome aboard the FEYNMAN. Check in with the Quartermaster for cabin assignments." J.C. gestured to Alex. "Mr. Tamarov has put a copy of Security's duty/shift roster in your PADDS. Once you're settled in, report to the Asst. Watch officer on duty, and he'll assign a patrol to give you a tour of the ship. Dismissed." finished J.C. The new arrivals turned and left.
+"Well, that was fun. No one even noticed you're eye," snickered Alex. J.C. rolled his eyes, shaking his head.
+"You're a riot, Alex." J.C. said, walking back around to the chair behind his desk. "That takes care of all the transfers." J.C. said as he sat down.
+"Umm. There's one more, Lt. Allard." said Alex. J.C. frowned, not expecting another new face today.
+"What, no one else has reported yet?" asked J.C., sounded a bit confused. Alex looked a bit uneasy, like a child confessing to a broken window.
+"Well Sir, you've kind of had a hand in this one. For month now you've been urging me to get my commission.
+After thinking it over, I've decided to go apply to the Academy." J.C. stood, mouth hanging open and totally surprised.
+"Alex, that's great!" Then it sunk in. That meant J.C. would be losing not only the best assistant in the 'fleet, but also a good friend. J.C. quickly shook off the selfish thought. "I'll be very sorry to loose you, Alex." J.C. sat on the edge of his desk.
+"I won't be leaving just yet." said Alex. "I need the two Command-grade sponsors, and I'm short one." Alex knew J.C. would sponsor him if he could, but only Commanders and above could qualify. J.C. imagined Alex probably chose his former CO from the LEXINGTON as the first sponsor.
+"Tell you what, Alex. After the mission briefing, I'll mention something to the Captain and see if I can arrange a meeting with him for you. O.K.?"
+"Great, Sir. Thanks." J.C. shook his friends hand, "No problem, ENSIGN Tamarov." said J.C. Alex immediately turned several shades of crimson. "Soon maybe, by not yet, Sir."
+"Come on, I'll buy you a drink..." said J.C. they left for 10-forward. J.C. warned Alex, "Now if you ever run into Commandant Kearsey..."
+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>
+=======<br>
+= NRPG  =<br>
+=======<br>
+Hello everyone. Just a filler until the briefing...hope it's a good one. Here's a little trivia...
+- What is Starfleet Academy's motto, in Latin?
+- What is the translation in Terran (um, I mean English) <G>...
+Cheers!<br>
+Mike<br>
+<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: A Concert, Excellent Idea!</h3>
+<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Kristen Gant 1-8-1997</h4>
+Stardate: 90108.1858<br>
+Scene: Sickbay<br>
+MD: 10.2100<br>
+The officers who had been involved in the brawl watched as Maril left
+Sickbay, ordering them all to stay there until he returned. There was a bit
+of grumbling from their CSO once Maril was out of earshot.
+JC turned to Krysa, "*Why* did you do that?"
+"What?" she asked innocently; her dark eyes sparkling with a mischievous
+glint. She knew Maril tended to put on a stern face for new crewmen and it
+hadn't been that long ago that JC was a new face on the FEYNMAN. It seemed
+he was still stinging a bit from some run in or other with the Tamarian.
+"Why did you have to have Commander Maril come down here! You could have
+just as easily gone to see him." JC told her, "Then we wouldn't have all
+had to face him."
+"And face him by myself! No way!" She grinned.
+"Isn't that your job as 2O .."
+"What?" laughed Krysa. "To take the heat off the rest of you? No Mr.
+Allard, it is not. Besides, you don't have anything you're hiding from our
+good first officer, do you."
+He rolled his eyes, "No .. and I'd like to keep it that way."
+***<br>
+MD: 10.2200<br>
+They all had done as they were told and had stayed in Sickbay when Maril
+arrived. They had sat around talking and joking about the brawl to pass the
+time. At the first sight of him, the laughing stopped and they all stood up
+at attention to face the XO.
+<<NRPG: Max, did you have something you wanted to say :}>>
+***<br>
+MD: 11.2015<br>
+<I>
+"You'd better believe it, Mr. Stark," Krysa said with a smile. "Captain
+Zane just walked in, so I think I'll go say hi. It's a pleasure meeting
+you, LT, and welcome aboard."</I><br>
+Krysa moved away from Lt. Jerran as he stood talking to his new AFCO. She
+could feel just a bit of Jerran's pain at the loss of Jennifer, though she
+wasn't sure that it was coming from him, or from her own memories as Jerran
+rarely let his mental block slip when around her.
+She walked up behind the tall captain and tapped his shoulder. He turned
+and was greeted with a bright smile. "So how's Epsilon's brig?" she teased
+him.
+He groaned, "Please don't remind me. But at least I saved my book."
+"You really need to avoid places like 'The Wall', Captain," she chuckled.
+"Me. I think *you* were there before me."
+Krysa nodded, "Well, I knew there was a reason I never go there."
+He leaned closer to her and whispered, "Though I have to admit, I enjoyed
+it."
+Krysa grinned, "You did look quite relaxed .. almost in your element."
+Regards,<br>
+Lt. Krysa Jenn<br>
+***<br>
+NRPG: Just a little something for Krysa, since it's been a while since I
+wrote. I love the concert idea, BTW. I was going to do something like that
+way back when, but never got around to it with all the changes :} Krysa
+didn't get to play cruise director long enough :}:}
+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: Pre-Brief</h3>
+<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Mike Dawe 1-10-1997</h4>
+SD: 90110<br>
+SCENE: SB EPSILON - Admiral's Office<br>
+<I>
+> "Captain, you can go in now."</I><br>
+The Admiral was his usual cheery self. In other words he looked
+like he needed no reason to bite somebodies head off. "Hrrmf, come in and
+sit, Captain. This may take a while."
+While Zane entered and sat in the proferred chair the Vice Admiral
+made some notations on a PADD and then touched a control that brought down
+a viewscreen and called up the senior officers roster for the Feynman.
+Zane did not like the looks of this as there were little indicators next
+to several officers. This was not setting out to be your usual briefing.
+"I have a mission for you to go out on but first we need to
+discuss some personnel transfers."
+It took a moment for this to sink in. Then Zane looked back at
+the screen and over to Vice Admiral Nicholas again. "If those markers
+mean what I think they mean, sir, then you will be gutting my ship of
+senior staff."
+"I have my reasons. Fleet has ordered me to begin setting up for
+a new ship. Your ship has the steadiest crew rating going . . . "
+"So you are going to break us up? That, with all due respect sir,
+is insane."
+The grey eyes flashed a warning at the Captain as the Admiral
+stood and moved over to the viewscreen. "Well then Captain, what are you
+going to do? Bonsai the careers of these officers by keeping them on
+your ship? Answer the needs of you for a strong staff over the needs of
+these individual officers? Have you had discussions with them about where
+they want to be and what they want to do?"
+Zane ducked his head and growled the answer. "I know my ship and
+my people. We are a family."
+The softness of the reply surprised the Captain. "Sometimes it is
+time to let the younger ones go, even in a family."
+"But there have been crews throughout Starfleet's history that
+have remained intact and they have been some of the best crews, best
+officers the Fleet has ever seen." Zane offered, it sounded desperate
+even to him.
+"True, and for every one of those individuals there are dozens
+who watched their careers stagnate and die. You've been around the Fleet
+long enough captain. How many lieutenants have you come across that have
+been in for twenty-years. Sure *some* of them might be content with their
+lot in life but damn few. Is that what you want for your people?"
+The admiral's reply shot right through Zane because he knew he
+was right. If he was in the place of any of his officers, career would be
+a major concern. Staying on a destroyer forever was definitly the long
+route to bigger and better things, his own luck aside. But it had taken
+so long, so much work from all of them to get where they were. It
+had gone beyond team, they acted as one. As hard as he tried he could not
+picture the FEYNMAN going on with others. How could he trust anyone
+as he trusted these people? How could he hold them back? *Besides,* he
+thought, *think of the professionalism and training they could bring
+throughout the Fleet*
+"You are of course right admiral, its just quite a shock you've
+hit me with. Hell, I look forward to a commanding a captial ship some day
+so I certainly can't fault anyone under my command for having the same
+desires. As much as I'll miss them if anyone is to be transfered I won't
+put up any opposition."
+Nicholas simply nodded sagely.
+"These transfers, are they orders or do the officers concerned
+have any say in the matter?" Perhaps there was still hope.
+The Vice Admiral paused for a moment. "You know my policies on
+that. I will not keep an officer who wants to move on and I will not send
+one away if they want to stay on. If your people turn down transfer offers
+that is their right to do so." He paused again and his eyes narrowed. "Not
+that I don't trust you but perhaps I ought to be there when you make the offer."
+Zane smiled back, happy with the news that the deal was not sealed
+but just a possibility. "I wouldn't have it any other way. But you do
+recall what our briefings are like?"
+"I do. Send me a notice when and where and I will be there, I might
+as well brief the entire senior staff at the same time. Call the meeting
+and I'll be there." Azariah reached across his desk and shook hands with
+the rising Captain. "I know you don't like the sounds of this and I can
+sympathise. Given your reaction I wouldn't be at all surprised if the lot
+of them decided to stay on."
+Zane smiled. "Like I said, we are a family. But I do have one
+other piced of business to discuss . . . promotions and awards . . . "
+-fade to black-
+<<<nrpg>>>
+Well cats and kittens, set up the briefing and set the stage.
+I am not serious about stealing characters, just my way of tossing a scare
+at you. (did it work?)
+I will attend whatever fiasco you set and brief you and send you off, with a
+little more of a side show.
+mike---always has to do things the hard way.
+<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Concert Jitters</h3>
+<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Jason Bostjancic 1-11-1997</h4>
+SD: 90111<br>
+MD: 11.2000<br>
+Scene: Outside Ten Forward<br>
+For the third time Lt. Koreth approached the doors to 10-F, and for the
+third time he turned around and headed back down the hallway.
+<nowiki>*What was I thinking when I agreed to this?*</nowiki> he thought.
+It was like he was 6 all over again, preparing for his first performance
+ever. Even then, Tarrant had felt the pressure to do well. Not for honor,
+but for that childhood part that dreads failing before grown-ups. The
+concert was a nightmare for the young violinist. He replaced the third
+moment with the first, his tempo was erratic, and as a final insult a string
+snapped near the conclusion.
+The butterflies had not changed, nor the fear. Even as the Feynman's
+CEO walked away from the doors, he told himself how rediculous it was.
+<nowiki>*I've taken on a changling in hand to hand combat, performed
+alterations and quick patches in engineering to save the ship ump-teen
+times, co-led a team against the Reaver Base.. and made it out alive.
+Now, I'm fleeing from playing a piece I've done literally a hundred times
+as a kid.*</nowiki>
+Were it not for Ens. Dunnon walking around the corner with his
+date, Tarrant would probably have kept going.
+The young officer paused to make the introductions.
+"Sir. This is Ensign McKaren... Tara, this is Lieutenant Tarrant Koreth."
+McKaren, dressed in the blue starfleet science uniform, expressed
+her appologies for her attire, and continued to stammer out that she
+had just gotten off duty.
+"That's alright Ensign. I'm so rusty on this old thing that, if you enhanced
+your beauty any more, you would become the main attraction and not I."
+He grinned sincerely.. and tried to wipe his hands before they could see
+the sweat that had accumulated. She blushed lightly.
+"Well, we had better get some seats now before it gets too crowded,"
+Dunnon nodded lightly to his superior and added, "Good Luck, Sir."
+That had clinched it. He'd never be able to walk into Engineering
+again if he didn't go through with it. So, Tarrant took a few deep
+breaths and headed back to ten forward.<br>
+<I>
+Being a telepath did have its advantages considered Loren as he headed in
+the direction he felt strong feelings of fear originating. As expected,
+Tarrant Koreth stepped through the doors of ten forward with Loren and
+Meleah standing there to greet him.
+"Several talented FEYNMAN officers have decided to entertain us with
+violin selections from the Terran composer Vivaldi. I sincerely hope you
+find their music entertaining as well as moving."</I><br>
+Tarrant closed his eyes and breathed deeply. His mentor's words, all those
+years ago, rang in his ears for the first time in what seemed like ages.
+"Let out all you keep within Tarrant. Let it pour into your music... forget
+the how and the why. Your skills are there, let your emotions play the
+music, feel the music. 'That' is your gift."<br>
+<I>
+Once again the music just seemed to be so natural for Tarrant as his bow
+moved faster and faster along the violin. Effortlessly Tarrant
+carried the listener from summer to fall to winter and spring. Loren,
+for just a moment, was nearly overwhelmed by the feelings
+of contentedness and serenity that Tarrant was creating as his music
+affected everyone in the room.</I><br>
+As the trio finished the final moment, Tarrant remained like stone, his
+eyes still closed, instrument ready. It was as if somewhere, a part of
+him had found contentness... They were opened by applause that
+echoed throughout.
+<NRPG>
+Just a little bit of an addition. Comments?
+So.. we are going to have a new mission sometime, right? Or
+will Tarrant, Loren, and Meleah have to go on the road, and
+leave the rest of the crew to start having Boxing matches at
+'The Wall'?
+Respectfully,<br>
+Jason<br>
+Commander Tirrin Vorak - XO - USS BURKE<br>
+Lieutenant Tarrant L. Koreth - CEO - USS FEYNMAN<br>
+Potest esse nur unus
+<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Mail and Music</h3>
+<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Michael "Mike" Dailey 1-12-1997</h4>
+SD: 90112.1300<br>
+MD: -01.???<br>
+SCENE - CSO's office<br>
+<nowiki>*************************************************************************************************************</nowiki><br>
+SERVER ID - SFC2-A37-9L01<br>
+SUBSPACE MESSAGE X32CTR35654-2<br>
+CODED - LEVEL DELTA-2<br>
+TX - ALLARD, JUSTIN LtJg. USS FEYNMAN<br>
+RX - KARRIS, GRAYEN LtJg. USS YORKTOWN<br>
+RE: GREETINGS!<br>
+Hello Grayen! How are things on the YORK?? Our crew just pulled into EPSILON a few days ago after a
+difficult mission. I can't discuss the details, but it was hard for a lot of us here on the FEYNMAN, but this time was different for me, as I lost two people under my command. I had never faced death like that before.
+Those two people in my department died in the line of duty, but that doesn't erase the loss.
+Well, Grayen, I didn't mean to set a 'gloomy' mood for the letter. On the brighter side, if you ever happen to visit EPSILON, make a point to stop by 'the Wall', an interesting establishment. By the way, it is NOT under the 'fleets jurisdiction, if you know what I mean. Several of my ship-mates had some relaxing R&R there... Our ship's CMO patched us up quite well. <G>.
+What interesting things have been happening on the YORKTOWN?? Keeping you as busy as I am? My ACSO told me yesterday he wants to apply to the academy, and go through the NCO's accelerated OCS program. As happy as I am for him, now I have the task of finding a replacement for the best damn ACSO in the fleet'. Word to the wise, if your ACSO is a gem, KEEP him/her.
+My friend, I should close now, as I have a concert to attend in a few minutes. Go carefully in your travels, Grayen. Hope to hear from you soon.
+LtJg. Justin C.M. Allard<br>
+CSO USS FEYNMAN - NCC 66000<br>
+<nowiki>*************************************************************************************************************</nowiki><br>
+"Computer, send messages", said J.C. leaning back in the chair to relax for a moment. Spending over an hour writing letters to family and friends, the CSO has developed a pain in his neck. Rubbing the sore spot, J.C. glanced at the chronometer, just about fifteen minutes until the concert started. J.C. stretched, fighting back a yawn. Getting up, he headed for 10-forward and the evenings festivities.
+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>
+=======<br>
+= NRPG  =<br>
+=======<br>
+Gary - Hello. Long time, huh? Hope your holidays were fun. There's about 8 inches of snow on the
+ground here, and it's a lovely -8 degrees outside, and you don't even want to know what the windchill factor is... BRRRR! <G> Take care, and write back soon.
+FEYNMAN crew, just finishing the correspondence, and then J.C. is off to the concert, and some
+spirits. *HIC*
+Cheers all!<br>
+Mike (shivering in Indiana's version of Alaska...)<br>
+<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Peace and Quiet???</h3>
+<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Michael "Mike" Dailey 1-15-1997</h4>
+SD: 90115.1100<br>
+MD: -001.2130<br>
+SCENE: CSO's Quarters<br>
+Given a choice, J.C. preferred to relax with some soft jazz, either modern or old Terran, instead of classical pieces. However, that did not stop the CSO from having a wonderful time that evening at the FEYNMAN's first musical production. On his way out of 10-Forward, the CSO reflected on the concert, the first he had attended in quite some time. After the fabulous performance, J.C. bid his compliments to the FEYNMAN entertainers, who were still enriched in the after-effects of the standing ovation from their fellow crewmates. Though not an expert on Vivaldi and other contemporaries, J.C.'s ears picked up no flaws or errors in the performance. Each person played his/her piece beautifully, to combine their talents into a superb production.
+Once back inside his quarters, J.C. wasted no time shedding his uniform and changing into some sweatpants and a navy coloured cardigan. Stepping out of the bedroom, J.C. went to the replicator, pausing just a moment to decide on what to have.
+"Hot chocolate, with a shot of brandy," directed J.C. to the replicator. Seconds later, the large mug and saucer, steaming with the choco-liquor aroma fizzled into existence. Retrieving a stirrer, he carefully picked up the drink and gave it a few stirs.
+Maneuvering slowly to avoid spilling the hot chocolate, J.C. sat in his favorite chair facing the
+port-side windows, and the view of EPSILON. Cautiously he sipped the luscious beverage, still a bit too hot.
+Sitting mug and saucer on the small end table, J.C. bumped the small treasure he had purchased a few days ago. Until now, he had completely forgotten about the little book he had found on EPSILON when they first docked. The past two days had been a blur, although a strange blur at that. The 'R&R' enjoyed by most of the FEYNMAN senior staff, then ship's business, and followed by the concert had not left much time for anything else.
+Reaching over, J.C. picked up the small, leather-bound text, lightly brushing his hand over the spine of the book. Its antiquity even had its own scent, as if the leather text had been in some library for untold decades or more. The soft brown cover was faded and quite worn, but in small golden letters, "''Captains Courageous - R. Kipling''" could still be read. Turning the book over, J.C. opened it carefully to the first page, 'Origional copyright 1897, reprint 2171'. <nowiki>*This really WAS a treasure, as the fool shopkeeper parted with it for only two strips of latinum.*</nowiki>
+"Not yet." said J.C. He set the book down for a moment, "Computer, access music library. Select an
+instrumental-only, soft jazz piece, circa 2060. Play at 60% volume when ready."
+<Searching.... Acknowledged.>
+Soon the soothing sounds of piano, sax, light drums, and bone were mixing their musical magic into
+perfection for J.C.'s ears. <nowiki>*Now this is perfect.*</nowiki> Taking a sip of the chocolate, which was now cool enough to drink. J.C. glanced around his quarters, and frowned. <nowiki>*Damn, I was going to get some things from EPSILON to liven-up this dull-looking place.*</nowiki> Outside of the few pictures of family and friends, the quarters were empty.
+<nowiki>*Well, perhaps I'll have time to make a quick trip back to EPSILON tomorrow.*</nowiki> Looking at the chrono, it was 2130 hrs. <nowiki>*I'll relax, listen to the music and read for about an hour. I want to get a good nights sleep before the briefing tomorrow,*</nowiki> thought the CSO.
+Midway through the first chapter of Harvey Cheyne's 19th century sea-going adventures, the door chime sounded. J.C. reached for his silver bookmark, engraved with a wolfs-head crest and lay it inside the book.
+"Enter," said J.C. The doors parted to deposit SCPO Alex Tamarov, the FEYNMAN's ACSO. Upon entering and seeing his CO comfortable, Alex donned a guilty look.
+"Sorry to disturb you, Sir. It's nothing that can't wait..." said Alex.
+"No bother, Alex. What can I do for you." The ACSO handed J.C. a PADD.
+"I was relaxing myself in 10-f when Steiner paged me." Alex said, gesturing to the PADD. It was a shift-log entry made by the new BETA Asst. Watch Officer, PO/2 Ian Steiner. Alex continued,
+"Seems O'Rorke ate something on EPSILON that didn't agree with him at all." J.C. chuckled a brief moment, remembering his recent misadventures with Klingon cuisine. "Steiner said Casey made the 2100 check in, then moments later asked to be relieved, and report to sickbay." J.C. read the rest of Mr. Steiner's log entry.
+"He's feeling better, but Dr. Tamay wants to keep him overnight for observation?" asked J.C.
+"Yes, she said it would be for the best. Some type of food poisoning or allergic reaction. She's not sure, yet but wants to complete some more tests." said Alex. J.C. signed it, and handed the PADD back to Tamarov.
+"I though you would want to know immediately," said Alex.
+"We'll stop by and see Casey after shift tomorrow," said J.C. <nowiki>*There goes my shopping trip*.</nowiki>
+"I was thinking the same thing," said Alex, turning towards the door. "Good night, Lieutenant."
+"Nite Alex. Don't drink too much. Bat would hate to carry you out!!" J.C. caught the wry smile on his ACSO's face as the door closed behind him. Picking up the mug, J.C. took a gulp. It was just starting to loose it's warmth, and took another gulp. Setting it down, he picked up the book, and opened it to his bookmarked place...
+[PO/2 Karr to Lieutenant Allard]
+"Yes, Mr. Karr. What can I do for you?"
+[Sorry to bother you, Sir. I'm due to go on-shift soon, and I've found I still have no computer access or security authorization at all] <nowiki>*Did new transfers always have this much trouble settling in*</nowiki>
+"Report to Mr. Jonas, the senior BETA watch officer. He can update your access.", said J.C.
+[Thank you, sir.] said the relieved voice of Ivan Karr, one of the recent transfers the FEYNMAN had picked up.
+"And Mr. Karr, I'll always be available to help you when I can, but remember to follow your chain of command.", J.C. hoped he didn't sound annoyed. It was just a problem that any of his senior NCO's could have handled.
+[Aye, Sir. Karr out.] J.C. took a small sip of the remaining chocolate, which was not at all warm now. Getting up, he returned the mug and saucer to the replicator. The chrono showed 2215.
+<nowiki>*Well, so much for relaxing..*</nowiki> "Computer, lights off." ordered J.C. Leaving the music on, he headed to bed. Thinking of the Kipling's novel, he wondered what far destination his dreams would take him to. Perhaps a journey like that of Harvey Cheyne's...
+Submitted<br>
+Mike Dailey<br>
+Splatter2@qtm.net<br>
+Lieutenant Junior Grade, 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>
+=======<br>
+= NRPG  =<br>
+=======<br>
+Hello all... where is everyone??? Hiding from the snow? (Except certain lucky individuals in the
+south (right Kevin, Joseph?). Just passing time until the briefing...
+Cheers!<br>
+Mike (time to shovel more.... snow ;)<br>
+<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Staff Briefing - The Beginning</h3>
+<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Max Felsher 1-16-1997</h4>
+SD: Whenever the meeting is<br>
+Science Lab 7<br>
+Inside Meleah's personal laboratory aboard the FEYNMAN, there were two
+figures hard at work. One of those figures was Meleah herself, the other
+was her 'uncle', Arnold.
+"Well, you certainly know how do things thoroughly," Arnold was saying,
+referring to the incident on the asteroid.
+"Would it not be improper to not do things thoroughly?"
+"Certainly, if you're referring to your work. But when that thing got you,
+couldn't it at least *not* cut through anything? Synthetic skin isn't easy
+to come across, you know." He finished fixing the last bit of skin to the
+metal, then stepped back to admire his work. "Well, that looks good."
+Meleah held her arm up for inspection. "It does indeed. Thank-you, Uncle
+Arnold."
+"Anytime, kid." He happened to glance towards the computer and saw a light
+flashing. "You've got a message."
+Meleah went over to the computer and had a look. "Uncle," she said slowly.
+"Yes?"
+"Have you any ideas about a scenario for a mission briefing?"
+Arnold thought for a moment, then a smile slid across his face. "Just one."
+<nowiki>-----------</nowiki><br>
+Later, outside Holodeck 1<br>
+"That just about does it, kid," Arnold said. "Now for the preview." He
+stepped inside the holodeck, motioning Meleah to stay where she was for the
+time being.
+Five minutes later he came back out. "Magnificent! Your friends are going
+to love it! However, they might need something to hold onto."
+"I am sure they will be fine," commented Meleah, thinking of the
+rollerblading experience.
+"Well, you'd know best. Let's just hope that no-one slips," he said with a
+huge grin on his face.
+<nowiki>------------</nowiki><br>
+Two hours later, Science Lab 1<br>
+"Congratulations, Cadets West and T'rae. For your contributions on the last
+mission, I hereby promote you to Cadet First Class." Meleah handed over the
+appropriate jewellry to one stunned cadet and one very calm cadet. T'rae
+was typically Vulcan, and therefore did not smile but Lianna was ecstatic
+about the promotion. A couple more missions and they would be able to
+graduate.
+The other newly promoted crew members offered their congratulations. Meleah
+then checked with her internal chronometer and discovered that it was
+half-an-hour till the senior staff briefing began.
+<nowiki>-----------</nowiki><br>
+Holodeck 1<br>
+As Meleah entered the holodeck, she looked around at the barren land
+surrounding her. Red dirt covered the ground as far as the eye could see.
+Occasionally, there were small shrubs sprouting out of the dirt but
+certainly, the area was basically desert. (NRPG: Any idea yet?)
+In front of her was the one of the biggest natural structures she had ever
+seen. Well, if not the biggest, then the widest. And basically, it was a
+rock. Ayres Rock, to be precise, which resided in almost the centre of
+Australia. If one thought about it, it may look similar to a long, round
+loaf of bread, with lots of creases in the side. But a trip around the base
+of it would take around 30-40 minutes.
+Ayres Rock, or Uluru as it was later called, was renownd for its
+magnificence. It was naturally red, but in the early morning or eveing, the
+red shone to a beautifully briliancy. Meleah had set for it to be early
+morning, so that the sun lit up the Rock as the officers came through the
+doors of the holodeck.
+Advancing towards the bottom of the Rock, she found the pathway commonly
+used to ascend to the top. There was a rope to one side which people could
+use to hold onto, as the climb was fairly steep.
+Her magnified hearing picked up the sound of something approaching. Meleah
+turned and saw a dingo standing 10 metres away. She compared it to the
+wolves commonly found in America. It was similar in size but it's coat was
+a golden-orange, and its fur was not as long. It was proven that the jaws
+of a dingo were deadly as they could hold a baby's head in them and have
+sufficient force to break the baby's neck.
+Deciding not to test whether the dingo was friendly or not, Meleah started
+to advance up the side of Uluru. The first two hundred metres or so were
+simple to climb, although a little steep. After that, the rope disappeared
+and one had to climb the rest of the way by oneself. Especially near the
+top, the slope of the rock was quite steep.
+Once at the top, Meleah looked down and surveyed her surroundings. The view
+was magnificent. Desert as far as the eye could see. There were no
+vehicles, no hotels in the area, as the timeframe was set before white
+settlement of Australia (1788, in other words).
+On top of the rock, Meleah had thought of putting a canopy over the seats
+and table so that the others would have some of the hot Australian sun
+diverted away from them. Just before she made her way to one of the seats,
+she saw a figure a the bottom of Uluru. She hoped that whoever it was, was
+prepared for a long climb in the hot weather. She *had* remembered to put
+the reminder on the bottom of the message she had sent out to the officers,
+to wear suitable clothes for a *very* hot meeting <G>.
+--------
+NRPG:
+There you go everybody, enjoy your climb! I'll read all about it when I get
+back. Assume Meleah is at the meeting until the very end.
+Sincerely yours,<br>
+Lt Meleah, CSciO, USS FEYNMAN, Silver Fleet<br>
+Melanie.
+<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Give the Dog a Bone?</h3>
+<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Kristen Gant 1-17-1997</h4>
+Stardate: 90117.1346<br>
+Scene: Staff Meeting<br>
+Krysa stepped into the holodeck dressed in a comfortable cotton shirt and
+shorts, having been prepared by Meleah's message to wear suitable clothing
+for a *hot* meeting. Krysa cringed as he remember the climb up Mt. Selaya,
+Teri had planned for them... without such a warning!
+She was especially glad she had brought a wide brimmed sunhat as the
+morning sun burned down on her. She stared in awe at the massive red rock
+in front of her, shining with a brilliancy she'd never seen before. It was
+truly amazing.
+Of course seeing the path with a rope, she wasn't amazed any longer.
+Another steep climb. She wished she'd thought to wear hiking boots. Her
+sandals somehow didn't see appropriate for the climb. She was even less
+thrilled as she spotted the dog baring his teeth at her.
+"Nice puppy," she whispered, "I wouldn't hurt you." Though she couldn't
+help but think he was more likely to hurt her then vise versa. All she
+needed was a quick way around to that rope. Once up the path a ways, she
+was sure the dog wouldn't be able to get to her.
+"Need some help?" she heard Bat's voice behind her. She turned to see the
+Bartender there with his usual cart of food for he staff meeting
+"Just a minor inconvenience here," she said. Then she grinned, "You
+wouldn't happen to have a nice turkey leg or something would you."
+"You're thinking of your stomach at a time like this!"
+"Not my stomach, Bat .. my neck. Something to give the dog, so we can get
+to the rope."
+Bat chuckled. "I'm sure I've got something here. But you realize anything
+we give the dingo, means less for you and the rest of the crew."
+"I think I can handle it." she said.
+Bat threw the dingo something to keep him busy for a while and grinned at
+Krysa. "After you."
+Krysa looked from the cart to the path. "How do you intend on getting that
+cart up there anyway?"
+"Now don't worry about me .. I'll be fine. You just run along. I may have
+to keep the dingo busy for a bit."
+Krysa laughed and headed to the rope and began her climb.
+Regards,<br>
+Lt. Krysa Jenn<br>
+***<br>
+NRPG: Well Krysa will make it to the top .. tired of course :} But she'll
+be there soon.
+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: They Don't Make Rocks Like This Anymore</h3>
+<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Max Felsher 1-20-1997</h4>
+SD 90120.0200(GMT)<br>
+Holodeck 1<br>
+Maril stepped through the holodeck doors and into the furnace of Felkisco. Earth's hot sun streamed down over the entire area. Evidently, this was either a tropical location or it was summer in this spot. It did not really matter; Maril was still starting to feel the heat.
+Of course, he had taken the precaution of
+wearing a hat and protective
+clothing against the sun, as the reminder had
+suggested. Given the locations of
+the earlier mission briefings, though, he probably
+should have brought a
+runabout. It seemed that all of them were like
+this. Why couldn't any meetings
+be in a comfortable, 20 degrees Celsius room? Of
+course, it kept the innovation
+of the crew going, so it was not all bad. But he
+was starting to be tired out from
+just the briefings.
+As he neared the walkway to go up to the huge
+slab in front of him, he
+noticed a grinning form on all fours. For a
+second, he thought it was Dr.
+Glin'kharr. But the fur was the wrong color, and
+this one was not wearing
+glasses. Suddenly, Maril realized that this
+creature's intentions were not
+friendly. That was when the being looked up and
+spotted him.
+Maril began to run as quickly as he could
+towards the walkway, but it was
+no use--the creature was too close to the walkway
+to get there before it did.
+Realizing this, Maril turned to go around the huge
+rock, and the four-legged
+creature followed. Of course, this was pure folly
+on Maril's part--the rock was
+so wide it would take at least half an hour to
+circle it, and the being would
+easily gain on him during that period. Perhaps,
+though, there would be another
+way up or he could double back.
+His chance came. The creature was only 1.5
+meters away when it leaped at
+Maril. Maril ducked down and rolled out of the
+away, and the being missed
+him by almost a meter. Maril quickly got up, and
+so did the toothed hunter, but
+Maril had gained some time, and he was running
+towards the walkway, not
+away from it.
+Finally, he reached the base of the walkway
+and started up it. Maril
+watched, thankful, as the being did not follow.
+He let out as much a sigh of
+relief as he could muster, and continued up the
+path, which was getting
+gradually steeper, eventually becoming a somewhat
+vertical climb.
+After a long walk and climb, Maril reached
+the flat top. Lt. Meleah greeted
+him cheerfully. "Hello, Commander. You did very
+well getting around that dingo."
+Maril did not return the smile. He was
+beginning to think that Meleah might
+have a sense of vindicitiveness. "Well,
+Lieutenant, you certainly created a nice
+simulation. I trust the safeties were *on*."
+Meleah reacted matter-of-factly. "Of course,
+sir. I would never risk the
+safety of the crew for a holodeck simulation."
+"Good." Maril then turned towards the main
+group of people, which was
+steadily getting larger. Some of the officers had
+barely broken a sweat, while
+others looked almost ready to collapse, though not
+quite.
+The sun has met the sea,<br>
+Lt. Commander Onta Maril,<br>
+First Officer, USS Feynman,<br>
+aka Max Felsher<br>
+NRPG:
+Well, Maril's going to seize control of these
+briefings one of these days. Then
+we'll see how you hold up. :)
+<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Briefing</h3>
+<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by
+Andrew Catterick 1-21-1997</h4>
+SD: 90121.1600<br>
+MD: 1.1200<br>
+Scene: Holodeck 1<br>
+Zane entered into the Australian outback with the instant thought
+of <nowiki>*Glad I dressed appropriatly*</nowiki>. He looked around at the landscape
+approvingly and wondered why Meleah had chosen this as the briefing
+environment. Actually, he had spent the past two days wondering exactly
+what the android would choose.
+He glanced over at the sound of a playful yelp. To his right a
+dog, *he knew it was actually called something else*, was sprawled out on
+the ground idly gnawing on a large bone. It had a hopeful look in its
+eye.
+"Sorry boy," Zane held his open palms towards the animal, "I'm as
+hungry as you."
+Slightly dejected the dingo returned its full attention to the
+bone and the captain turned his to the 'Rock' before him. He'd spent most
+of the morning working out and the idea of climbing this thing didn't
+appeal to him. A terse conversation with the computer convinced him he
+wouldn't be able to get a round the parameteres the SCI had set without
+a concerted effort so resigned himself to his ordeal, after all everyone
+else had had to climb. With a sigh of resignation he set out....
+"Well its about time!" Bat exclaimed as the captain came over the
+ridge. He walked over and handed him a cool drink.
+"Thanks."
+"Enjoy the walk." Bat asked with a smile.
+"Only the first hundred meters. Then I started dreading the
+return trip." He gratefully accepted a second beverage.
+"I'm thinking a large water slide might be the way to go."
+"You have my full endorsement." Zane replied with a laugh. "If
+you'll excuse me I have a date with a buffet."
+As he walked over to grab some lunch he quickly surveyed the
+group. Just about everyone had arrived not including the admiral Zane
+noted happily. For not the first time he wondered what Nicholas had up
+his sleeve.
+<<<<NRPG>>>
+Just a short one to get me here. I've held up things long enough.
+I'll be updating the roster tonight/tommorrow. For those of you who
+haven't sent one out can you let me no about any
+promotions/demotions/transfers etc. for your NPCs.
+Respectfully,<br>
+Andy<br>
+-Captain Zane, Commanding Officer, USS FEYNMAN<br>
+-Commander Horatio Sinclair, Fleet Intelligence Officer, BLUE FLEET<br>
+<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Briefing About to Start</h3>
+<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Mike Dawe 1-22-1997</h4>
+SD: 90122
+He grunted as the heat hit him full in the face. He could feel the
+dry air suck the moisture from his body as he looked out and up at the rock
+before him. "Hrrrmf, they can't have it on level ground? Nooooo no no.
+They have to see if they can kill the old buzzard before he gets to them.
+He tried for a site to site transporter but it was blocked. Although he
+could have over ridden the block he decided to play it fair and square.
+Patting his side pouch he strode towards the great rock sticking out of the
+desert.
+The dingo was fat and happy when the large human stepped across its
+body and started the climb up the side of the rock, following the rope. It
+languidly rolled its head to squint into the sun as the man pulled himself
+up and along the face of the rock. While it would only be a 300m vertical
+climb the distance covered was about 1.6 km. If it had been a real dingo
+its spirit might have lifted with the anticipation of another cardiac
+delivered take-out dinner. Instead the safeties on the deck closely
+monitored the stress and respiratory levels of the old man. They were
+neither impressed or disappointed at the fact that his breathing stayed
+steady and his pace was a steady calm one. It didn't stop monitoring either.
+The buffet was beginning to show signs of wear by the time a
+grizzled hand appeared at one edge of the rock followed by an arm and then a
+close cropped grey head. Grunting, the Vice Admiral waved of offers of
+assistance and finished the climb under his own power. He stretched and
+looked around at the officers assembled. his gaze finally rested on Zane
+and he curtly asked. "Have you popped the question yet?"
+Zane sighed and shook his head. Azariah waved as though to say 'get
+on with it' and then crossed the rippling surface of the rock to check out
+the buffet.
+<<<nrpg>>>
+briefing after a short shot from Andy.
+mission will be tomorrow or the next day, rain or shine
+mike--->who actually reads and studies sometimes
+<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: The Bombshell</h3>
+<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by
+Andrew Catterick 1-22-1997</h4>
+SD: 90122.1600<br>
+MD: 1.1215<br>
+Scene: Top of Ayer's Rock, Holodeck 3<br>
+<I>
+The buffet was beginning to show signs of wear by the time a<br>
+grizzled hand appeared at one edge of the rock followed by an arm and then a<br>
+close cropped grey head. Grunting, the Vice Admiral waved of offers of<br>
+assistance and finished the climb under his own power. He stretched and<br>
+looked around at the officers assembled. his gaze finally rested on Zane<br>
+and he curtly asked. "Have you popped the question yet?"<br>
+<br>
+Zane sighed and shook his head. Azariah waved as though to say 'get<br>
+on with it' and then crossed the rippling surface of the rock to check out<br>
+the buffet.<br>
+</I>
+That question got a reaction from all assembled but could be
+adequately summed up in Onta's raised eyebrow. Zane gestured towards the
+conference table and soon all, with the exception of the admiral who was
+still savaging the buffet, were seated. A few quick commands into the
+computer and each officers's terminal displayed FEYNMAN's senior staff
+roster. Immediately all eyes were drawn to the three highlighted names:
+Maril, Jenn, and Koreth.
+"As you know SILVER has been hit hard as of late. We've lost a
+lot of invaluable and experienced personnel. Besides its standard
+operational position in the fleet, a destroyer's role is to turn recruits
+into experienced officers who then move on and in turn help develop the
+next crop. It seems that time has come. The admiral has tapped you
+three for transfer."
+"To where?" Koreth asked.
+"Thats up to the admiral to brief you on. But I would imagine it
+would involve promotion and most likely a move to a larger class of
+vessel." The group remained silent before Zane continued with a chuckle.
+"You have the shell shocked look I must have had when the admiral hit me
+with the information."
+"Are these transfers final?"
+"No they're not and I'm a little embarrassed to admit that I quite
+happy about that. To be honest I protested the pillaging of my staff but
+as the admiral pointed out, each of you have your own career's to consider
+despite any selfish wishes on my part and with recent events not 'keeping
+all the eggs in one basket' is something that has to be considered.
+The price of fame I guess."
+"Each of you must decide whether or not to accept transfer or
+remain aboard." He looked at each of the three briefly. "Staying aboard
+isn't necessarily your best career move. 'Up or Out' is not only a saying
+especially with SILVER's losses and the dissolving of GOLD fleet. There
+are a lot of good officers out there but very few good positions.
+Consider the decision very carefully."
+"But quickly." The admiral added as he sat. "This ship has a
+mission and will be lifting soon."
+<<<NRPG>>>
+reactions? <EG>
+Respectfully,<br>
+Andy<br>
+-Captain Zane, Commanding Officer, USS FEYNMAN<br>
+-Commander Horatio Sinclair, Fleet Intelligence Officer, BLUE FLEET<br>
+<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: What Could Have Been</h3>
+<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Jason Bostjancic 1-23-1997</h4>
+SD: 90123<br>
+MD: 1.1215<br>
+Scene:Top of Ayer's Rock, Holodeck 3<br>
+<I>
+"As you know SILVER has been hit hard as of late. We've lost a
+lot of invaluable and experienced personnel. Besides its standard
+operational position in the fleet, a destroyer's role is to turn recruits
+into experienced officers who then move on and in turn help develop the
+next crop. It seems that time has come. The admiral has tapped you
+three for transfer."<br>
+</I>
+<br>
+'Transfer', it was as if a ton of bricks that had fallen on the CEO.
+It was no hidden truth that he had plans on command somewhere in his career...
+and when Krysa was promoted above him to the OPS position all those
+missions ago he had seriously thought of asking for a transfer. But,
+now was a chance... though the taste in his mouth indicated not
+victory, but a biter-sweet residue when one thinks of would could have
+been.<br>
+<I>
+<br>
+"Each of you must decide whether or not to accept transfer or
+remain aboard." He looked at each of the three briefly. "Staying aboard
+isn't necessarily your best career move. 'Up or Out' is not only a saying
+especially with SILVER's losses and the dissolving of GOLD fleet. There
+are a lot of good officers out there but very few good positions.
+Consider the decision very carefully."
+"But quickly." The admiral added as he sat. "This ship has a
+mission and will be lifting soon."
+</I><br>
+<br>
+For Tarrant, it boiled down to one question with many parts, that somewhere
+he had already answered... was he ready to leave the Feynman? True, he
+had come far from the Ensign just out of the Academy, from the officer who
+left a doomed scout to his post on the Feynman. But, it was the things he had
+yet to learn, things he needed to experience, before advancing to another and
+bigger part of his career that made the decision overwhelmingly simple.
+Lt. Koreth stood and faced towards the Captain and the Admiral, who was
+'politely' sampling large amounts of Bats cuisine.
+"Sirs. If I may speak freely?"
+"Go ahead Lieutenant" answered Zane after getting the nod from the
+Admiral.
+"I will serve the fleet to my best capabilities regardless of where I
+am posted. But on my own behalf, I do not believe I have learned
+everything the Feynman has to teach, to leave now would be to
+deny me the experience I need to be a better officer... I therefore
+respectfully request to remain on the Feynman at this time."
+"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?"
+"I understand Captain, but my request is unchanged. the Feynman
+is where 'I' believe I belong."
+.........
+<NRPG>
+Not that it wasn't tempting <G> But I couldn't bare the thought
+of leaving the ship before getting chance to take command in
+that super Captain's Chair....
+BTW Andy, how is the chair as of late? :)
+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: Decisions, Decisions</h3>
+<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Kristen Gant 1-23-1997</h4>
+Stardate: 90123.1552<br>
+Scene: Holodeck 1<br>
+Krysa watched the Admiral pull himself up over the edge of the rock with as
+little amusement as possible. Though she was sure that he secretly enjoyed
+dropping in on the FEYNMAN staff meetings as this was the second in a row
+he had attended. The first he had come to promote Zane to Captain. Surely
+he must have something equally as important this time.<br>
+<br>
+<I>
+His gaze finally rested on Zane and he curtly asked. "Have you popped the
+question yet?"<br>
+</I>
+<br>
+Krysa grinned. She'd been right, something was definitely up. But her grin
+faded as she looked at Zane.<br>
+<br>
+<I>
+Zane sighed and shook his head. Azariah waved as though to say 'get on
+with it' and then crossed the rippling surface of the rock to check out the
+buffet.
+That question got a reaction from all assembled but could be adequately
+summed up in Onta's raised eyebrow. Zane gestured towards the conference
+table and soon all, with the exception of the admiral who was still
+savaging the buffet, were seated. A few quick commands into the computer
+and each officer's terminal displayed FEYNMAN's senior staff roster.
+Immediately all eyes were drawn to the three highlighted names: Maril,
+Jenn, and Koreth.<br>
+</I>
+Krysa looked up from her screen at Zane trying to gauge his emotional state
+for some clues. But he didn't look at her. Meeting her eyes had gotten him
+in trouble at least once already, and he apparently wasn't taking any
+chances. She could tell he wasn't entirely happy with what was coming next.<br>
+<br>
+<I>
+"As you know SILVER has been hit hard as of late. We've lost a lot of
+invaluable and experienced personnel. Besides its standard operational
+position in the fleet, a destroyer's role is to turn recruits into
+experienced officers who then move on and in turn help develop the next
+crop. It seems that time has come. The admiral has tapped you three for
+transfer."<br>
+</I>
+She was being transferred? Pushed out to make room for someone else to take
+her spot. It did make sense. The FEYNMAN was the perfect testing grounds
+for young officers. It had been in her case. But to leave .. She glanced
+once again in Zane's direction, but he obstinately refused to look at her.<br>
+<br>
+<I>
+"To where?" Koreth asked.
+<br>
+</I>
+Krysa looked at the half-klingon, realizing this was a perfectly reasonable
+question. She barely gotten past the fact that she was being transferred.
+The where hadn't even occurred to her until Koreth asked.<br>
+<br>
+<I>
+"That's up to the admiral to brief you on. But I would imagine it would
+involve promotion and most likely a move to a larger class of vessel."<br>
+</I>
+A promotion .. of course. Usually transfers came with a promotion. But a
+promotion to what? Just a rank jump to a larger ship. Or a position jump to
+perhaps a First Officer position. Her gaze moved to Maril, wondering if she
+could ever to his job. She wasn't so sure. Though she always welcomed a
+challenge.<br>
+<br>
+<I>
+The group remained silent before Zane continued with a chuckle. "You have
+the shell shocked look I must have had when the admiral hit me with the
+information."
+"Are these transfers final?"
+"No they're not and I'm a little embarrassed to admit that I'm quite happy
+about that. To be honest I protested the pillaging of my staff but as the
+admiral pointed out, each of you have your own career's to consider despite
+any selfish wishes on my part and with recent events not 'keeping all the
+eggs in one basket is something that has to be considered. The price of
+fame I guess."<br>
+</I>
+As Zane spoke Krysa got a sense that he had come to terms with losing the
+three officers. They certainly were not the only three officers who could
+fill those spots on the FEYNMAN. And surely there were other ships where
+the people would be as wonderful to work with as on the FEYNMAN.<br>
+<br>
+<I>
+"Each of you must decide whether or not to accept transfer or remain
+aboard." He looked at each of the three briefly. "Staying aboard isn't
+necessarily your best career move. 'Up or Out' is not only a saying
+especially with SILVER's losses and the dissolving of GOLD fleet. There
+are a lot of good officers out there but very few good positions. Consider
+the decision very carefully."
+"But quickly." The admiral added as he sat. "This ship has a mission and
+will be lifting soon."<br>
+</I>
+Quickly? Krysa frowned, how could such a decision be made in haste? Though
+it didn't look as though she had a choice. Decide or have the decision made
+for you was likely to be the outcome.
+Thankfully Tarrant spoke first, giving Krysa time to contemplate her own
+decision.<br>
+<br>
+<I>
+"Sirs. If I may speak freely?"
+"Go ahead Lieutenant" answered Zane after getting the nod from the
+Admiral.
+"I will serve the fleet to my best capabilities regardless of where I am
+posted. But on my own behalf, I do not believe I have learned everything
+the Feynman has to teach, to leave now would be to deny me the experience
+I need to be a better officer... I therefore respectfully request to remain
+on the Feynman at this time."
+"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?"
+"I understand Captain, but my request is unchanged. The Feynman is where
+'I' believe I belong."<br>
+</I>
+Krysa looked at Maril hoping he would speak next. But the Tamarian looked
+deep in thought. Krysa could understand. After all she knew one of his
+ambitions was to be the first Temarian Captain in Starfleet. Surely this
+would be a first step for him, if not the step. She looked up to find Zane
+looking at her, "Krysa?" He asked.
+She met his dark eyes, even blacker then her own. Then looking around the
+group, she studied the faces of those she had come to know and trust,
+before turning to the Admiral, with her decision, "I don't think I want to
+accept a transfer at this time."
+"Any particular reason, Lt.?" The admiral asked.
+Krysa glanced up at Zane briefly, before answering, "Not that I'm willing
+to discuss, Admiral."
+Regards,<br>
+Lt. (maybe for the rest of her career) Krysa Jenn<br>
+OPS/2O, USS FEYNMAN<br>
+***<br>
+NRPG: Okay so it's a bit sappy. But Krysa's not ready to leave :}<br>
+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: 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.
+<nowiki>*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'...*</nowiki>
+<nowiki>*Justin, listen to yourself. Stop being selfish for a moment and think of your friends!
+What do THEY want, for their lives and careers?*</nowiki>
+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>
+<nowiki>*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.*</nowiki> 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>
+<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Quick Response</h3>
+<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Kristen Gant 1-1-1997</h4>
+Stardate: 90125.1425<br>
+Scene: Holodeck<br>
+<br>
+<I>
+"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 door now, as it were." J.C. hated
+being the center of attention, especially now as all eyes were on him.<br>
+<br>
+</I>
+Krysa raised a dark eyebrow at the CSO, and couldn't help but smile. That
+young man definitely was more career oriented then she was. He would be one
+of those to be continually on the move, rarely content in one spot. She'd
+never thought of herself as being happy in one place .. that's why she'd
+joined Starfleet in the first place. But it seemed she'd changed a bit. She
+was content where she was, and felt no urge to leave the crew she'd become
+so attached to.
+Her attention was drawn to the side of the rock where an odd mix of growls
+and muttered curses, punctuated by the words 'dingo' and 'darn yellow
+stars', heralded the Doctor's arrival. A dusty white paw reached over the
+edge of the rock, followed by the rest of Glin'kharr's form. A battered
+belt of metal hung poorly from the Doctor's hips. With a low growl which
+rose steadily into a snarl of frustration, the Kar'llian undid the belt,
+and, with a final grunt-turned-yell, hurled it over the side. "There, eat
+_that_, you red-furred..."
+Lt. Jenn interceded before the lupine could say anything, well, regretful,
+in the Admiral's presence. "Glad you could join us, Doctor," she said even
+managing a smirk in spite of her mood, which was growing increasingly
+better as it became more evident that she was making the right choice.
+"Ng? Yes, hello," Glin'kharr replied, looking around at the assemblage.
+"Sirs," he added, coming to rough attention under the glares of Cpt. Zane
+and Adm. Nicholas...
+Once the doctor was situated in his chair, all eyes moved back to Commander
+Maril who remained stubbornly silent as he contemplated the decision which
+had been dropped in his lap.
+Krysa understood how he felt. It was one she hadn't thought would be as
+easy to make as it was. But Maril was different. And so his reasoning was
+different and only time would tell what he would chose.
+Regards,<br>
+Lt. Krysa Jenn<br>
+OPS/2O, USS FEYNMAN<br>
+***<br>
+NRPG: Sorry, but I couldn't resist responding to Mike's question :} Not to<br>
+mention putting more pressure on that strangely silent Tamarian over there<br>
+:}:}<br>
+Kristen<br>
+--<br>
+Kristen & Scott Gant<br>
+http://homepage.interaccess.com/~sgant/gant.htm
+<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: On the Horns of a Massive Dillemna</h3>
+<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Max Felsher 1-25-1997</h4>
+SD 90126.0200(GMT)<br>
+MD 1.1215<br>
+Holodeck 1:Ayers Rock<br>
+Like all of the others, Maril stared at the
+list: Maril, Jenn, Koreth. He felt like
+Ridaxis plunged into water. This had been totally
+unexpected. Of course, he
+had been FO for a while, but he had not expected
+transfer.
+Different thoughts rushed through Maril's
+mind. He had always wanted to
+command a starship, and here was his chance.
+Three ships in the fleet had been
+destroyed, with only one replaced, and the fleet
+needed new CO's. Or even if he
+became FO of a larger ship, that would be a step
+closer to command. It would
+be a chance to do what he had always wanted to.
+At the same time, he was not sure he could
+leave the Feynman. He had
+known Zane since their first mission on the
+Feynman, when they were both
+ensigns. They had been there from the beginning.
+And the rest of the crew--
+they had grown into a team, a family. How could
+he leave?
+Yet, this was his chance to command. It was
+right there. He might never get
+this chance again. And, if he were crippled by
+sentiment now, how would he
+ever have the courage to transfer in the future?
+He heard the refusals of Koreth and Jenn, but
+he was still deep in thought.
+He was glad that they were staying, and in a way
+that made it easier. If they
+had accepted the transfer, Maril might have been
+less against the possibility of
+leaving. Or perhaps not. It would have been a
+severe shake-up in the chain of
+command if all three had left. If it were only
+he, it would just be people moving
+up. Still, Maril found it hard to go, with all of
+them staying. Of course, Maril
+did not want their careers to be halted, but he
+would stay, if only to keep the
+crew intact.
+"So, Commander," Zane said, turning to Maril,
+"have you made a decision?"
+Maril looked up. "Yes, sir, I have. I
+respectfully refuse transfer, sirs."
+Admiral Nicholas had gotten up from the
+buffet he had been at for the past
+several minutes. "I want you to be sure,
+Commander--and you as well,
+Lieutenants," he said, glancing towards Jenn and
+Koreth, "--that you
+understand what you are doing. You are giving up
+promotions and higher
+titles. Commander, you are giving up a possible
+command."
+Maril turned towards the Admiral. "Yes, sir,
+I understand that. But I can not
+leave this crew. We are a team, and I will not
+leave that team at this time. I
+think I can honestly say that I am part of one of
+the best crews in the fleet, if not
+all of Starfleet. And while I have always looked
+towards command and aspire
+towards it, and while of course I am tempted to
+accept the transfer, I do not
+believe I could leave the Feynman at this time.
+Perhaps another time, but not
+now." Maril fell silent; he was not sure he had
+done the right thing.
+Nicholas shrugged. "Very well, if all of you
+understand the consequences of
+your actions. I wish you would have accepted, but
+I understand how crews can
+be." By this time, the Admiral had taken a seat
+and started tapping instructions
+into the program. "Now, why don't we get down to
+your mission."
+Even as Admiral Nicholas said this, Maril had
+doubts. Had he made the
+correct decision? Would he have been better off
+doing what was best for his
+career? Maril realized he would probably be asking
+himself those questions for
+a long time.
+The sun has met the sea,<br>
+Lt. Commander Onta Maril,<br>
+First Officer, USS Feynman (for now),<br>
+aka Max Felsher<br>
+NRPG:
+Well, this took a lot of thought, but I decided I
+liked you guys too much to leave.
+<g> But don't think I didn't think about leaving
+for a command. Oh, well.
+There'll be oher times...hopefully.
+<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: But First</h3>
+<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Mike Dawe 1-26-1997</h4>
+Azariah looked across the rock at Zane as the last of the trio
+replied to the offer. Zane was trying to hide a smile... and failing.
+The Admiral nodded slowly and turned to the assembled group. "Your CO was
+hoping you three would choose this path. If it were not for pressure from
+above I would be the last one to suggest breaking up a winning hand."
+He crossed to the slightly raised area on the top of Ayers rock and
+turned to face all the senior staff. "Of course if I was just head-hunting
+then I would have done this through the normal channels. But I wanted to
+get a feel for your crew and the mood here." He looked around and tossed a
+bone he had been holding off the side of the cliff . . . a yip echoed up.
+"So with this first order of business done let's get down to the second
+third of the meeting. I need to have . . . " He consulted a PADD he pulled
+from his side pouch. "Lt. Meleah and Lt. Koreth step forward as well as you
+Mr. Maril."
+The three stepped up looking at each other curiously. It seemed the
+Vice Admiral liked doing things in threes as he removed another small box
+from his pouch and waved the Captain up to hold it for him. The Captain was
+the only one in position to see the contents as the Admiral opened it and
+his eyes widened slightly.
+"Hrrmf, Your CO has written some glowing reports of the actions
+taken by your crew in her recent missions. You saw the result of such
+praise a moment ago. But there is another byproduct of fine service to the
+fleet. Lt Meleah, you are a product of science and perhaps that gives you
+an added edge, perhaps not. But what is not in question is the excellent
+work you have done in developing the counter the weapon the Reavers have
+used against us. In view of that I hereby award you the Richard Daystrom
+Medal of Merit in Sciences."
+"Lt Koreth. You know as well as I that all the theory in the world
+won't stop a weapon. You need the solid application of the theory into a
+working device. For your efforts against the Reavers and their weapon I
+award you the Zephram Cochrane Medal of Merit in Engineering." At this
+point the Vice Admiral removed the two medals and attached them to the
+uniforms of the CEO and CSciO of the Feynman. He then solemnly shook their
+hands and nodded for them to step back.
+That left the Captain, the Admiral, and Maril standing atop the
+rock. Admiral Nicholas put his hand in the box the Captain was holding and
+said, formally and with great care. "Temba, his arms open wide." As he
+said this he held out a small object . . . it was a solid pip, to replace the
+half pip on his collar. "You have
+served this ship well. If you won't leave it to serve another then I guess
+we will be forced to just promote you here. But understand this, there is
+no further 'up' possible here. Unless zane leaves the ship . . . "
+"Not likely" Murmered the Captain in question.
+"Hrrmf, as I said, unless he leaves the ship you are at the top now.
+I'll allow a few moments for all of you to congratulate the honored
+officers whilst I set up for the briefing. Could somebody release the
+holodeck lockout so I may do so?"
+<<<nrpg>>>
+I'm glad this ship is staying together. You don't know how rare a good
+steady ship is.
+I'll do the briefing tomorrow or the next day, reactions now with the
+Admiral running a holoshell within the holodeck from a series of data chips
+from his pouch. Obviously he has brought these here for security reasons.
+mike--->glad when he can personally hand out the brownie points<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>
+mdawe@islandnet.com<br>
+<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: ...and Then</h3>
+<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by
+Andrew Catterick 1-27-1997</h4>
+SD: 90127.0930<br>
+MD: 1.1230<br>
+Scene:Holodeck<br>
+<I>
+"Hrrmf, as I said, unless he leaves the ship you are at the top now.
+I'll allow a few moments for all of you to congratulate the honoured
+officers hwilst I set up for the briefing. Could somebody release the
+holodeck lockout so I may do so?"<br>
+</I>
+Zane looked over at Meleah who called out to the computer.
+"Computer, remove lockout authorization Meleah one."
+Those of the senior staff who had thought of overriding the
+controls when they arrived looked around at each other a bemused smile
+creeping across their faces. Who would have though the science officer
+would have chosen such a simple code. Of course the fact that it worked
+only added to the humour.
+As the admiral got to work setting up his briefing Zane moved to
+congratulate Meleah and Koreth. He then turned to Maril. "Well
+Commander, surprised?"
+Maril raised an unconscious hand to his third pip which confirmed
+him as a full commander. "Like Derati on Jilatr."
+"Good." Zane replied with smile. "Uh Mr. Koreth I'm not quite
+finished with you yet." He gestured towards the dais. "And Lt. Jenn if
+you wouldn't mind."
+Both officers stood and moved over to the captain. "Unfortunately
+things are rushed so we can't stand on much ceremony." He moved to a
+position where he could face both of them. "As with Commander Maril's
+promotion these have been a long time in coming." Silently he pinned a
+half pip on each officer's collar. "You are both hereby promoted to
+the rank of Lieutenant Commander with all the rights,
+responsibilities and privelges therin. Congratulations to both of you."
+<<reaction?>>
+As the officers returned to their seats and the admiral moved to
+join them, the necessary orders fed into the computer, Zane chuckled
+lightly. "Well now this ship is really 'overweight' I suggest we all
+keep a low profile or the next transfers might not be optional."
+<<<NRPG>>>
+For those of you who don't know, Jacky and I are moving into our house
+tonight/tomorrow so I really shouldn't even be on the computer right now
+(no one tell Jack!) but I just couldn't wait to let the news out and I
+don't want to hold Mike up on contining with the briefing. I will be on
+tomorrow night though.
+...that said. Congrats to all promotees and award recipients!!!
+As Zane said, well deserved.
+I'll add a brief line to each of your bios in the ship bio book marking
+the relevant happening unless I'm told *not* to. Updated roster hopefully
+tomorrow night but maybe a day or so after.
+Gotta go...
+Respectfully,<br>
+Andy-->Didn I mention there is a winter storm barreling through?<br>
+Fun! Fun! Fun!<br>
+-Captain Zane, Commanding Officer, USS FEYNMAN<br>
+-Commander Horatio Sinclair, Fleet Intelligence Officer, BLUE FLEET<br>
+<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: You Asked For Reactions...</h3>
+<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Kristen Gant 1-28-1997</h4>
+Stardate: 90128.0257<br>
+Scene: Holodeck<br>
+<I>
+Maril looked up. "Yes, sir, I have. I respectfully refuse transfer,
+sirs."<br>
+</I>
+Krysa couldn't help but smile at Onta's refusal of the transfer. No
+transfers. They all would stay together. She was relieved. They thought of
+trying to break in a new XO was not pleasant. They Feynman had a
+combination that worked and to change that could ruin it.
+Krysa could tell he wasn't completely sure he'd made the right choice, and
+she understood. It took a brave man to turn down what might be the
+opportunity of a lifetime. But she knew he'd made the right choice for both
+himself and for the entire crew, just as both she and Koreth had.<br>
+<I>
+"Your CO was hoping you three would choose this path. If it were not for
+pressure from above I would be the last one to suggest breaking up a
+winning hand."<br>
+</I>
+Krysa turned to look at Zane who was indeed grinning like the cat who'd
+caught the mouse. The grin definitely suited him better then the somber
+frown he'd worn when the idea of transfers was first placed on the table.
+***<br>
+<I>
+"Hrrmf, as I said, unless he leaves the ship you are at the top now. I'll
+allow a few moments for all of you to congratulate the honored officers
+whilst I set up for the briefing. Could somebody release the holodeck
+lockout so I may do so?"<br>
+</I>
+Krysa moved to congratulate her friends, and to admire their shining
+medals. Meleah accepted the congratulations with her usual unemotional
+charm, which Krysa thought was very becoming of the android.
+Koreth was beaming over his. She grinned, for he definitely deserved it
+with all those extra hours he put in while everyone else was on shore leave
+.. or in the Wall, she couldn't help but think sheepishly. But now the
+Lieutenant had proof of his hard work.<br>
+<I>
+"Uh Mr. Koreth I'm not quite finished with you yet." He gestured towards
+the dais. "And Lt. Jenn if you wouldn't mind."
+Both officers stood and moved over to the captain. "Unfortunately things
+are rushed so we can't stand on much ceremony." He moved to a position
+where he could face both of them. "As with Commander Maril's promotion
+these have been a long time in coming." Silently he pinned a half pip on
+each officer's collar. "You are both hereby promoted to the rank of
+Lieutenant Commander with all the rights, responsibilities and privileges
+therein. Congratulations to both of you."<br>
+</I>
+"Thank you, Captain," Krysa said with a smile. It was better then she could
+have hoped for. A promotion, plus being able to stay on the FEYNMAN with
+officers who were quickly becoming indispensable to her emotional
+well-being. Of course she knew the day would come when she might lose one
+or even all, but for the time being .. that wasn't important.<br>
+<I>
+As the officers returned to their seats and the admiral moved to join
+them, the necessary orders fed into the computer, Zane chuckled lightly.
+"Well now this ship is really 'overweight' I suggest we all keep a low
+profile or the next transfers might not be optional."<br>
+</I>
+Krysa grimaced at the thought, but quickly put it out of her mind, as she
+prepared to listen to the Admiral's mission.
+Regards,<br>
+Lt.Cmdr. Krysa Jenn<br>
+OPS/2O, USS FEYNMAN<br>
+***
+NRPG: There's some reactions :} Now Andy, I don't want to see you again
+until you've done *everything* your wife asks of you!! Gotta stick up for
+the wife in this one ..
+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: React Or Not To React...</h3>
+<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Jason Bostjancic 1-28-1997</h4>
+SD: 90128
+MD: 1.1230
+Scene: Holodeck
+The Zefram Cochrane Medal of Merit in Engineering... Tarrant was in a
+slight daze. The thoughts of turning down the promotion from the admiral
+only minutes ago were temporarily washed away. He took the award without
+a sound. Many years ago his father, Dor'al, had received a variation of
+the same honor. Tarrant wondered if his father would call....<br>
+<br>
+<I>
+"Good." Zane replied with smile. "Uh Mr. Koreth I'm not quite
+finished with you yet." He gestured towards the dais. "And Lt. Jenn if
+you wouldn't mind."
+Both officers stood and moved over to the captain. "Unfortunately
+things are rushed so we can't stand on much ceremony." He moved to a
+position where he could face both of them. "As with Commander Maril's
+promotion these have been a long time in coming." Silently he pinned a
+half pip on each officer's collar. "You are both hereby promoted to
+the rank of Lieutenant Commander with all the rights,
+responsibilities and privileges therein. Congratulations to both of you."<br>
+<br>
+</I>
+If he was in a daze before, as was rare for the CEO, he was
+now completely floored. His mouth remained slightly open and no sound
+would come...
+<NRPG>
+Wow: I really like this last group of messages... :)
+Guess since I'm staing with a promotion, I'll have to upgrade
+the Captains chair to a DX version <G> And don't anyone
+take advantage of Tarrant while he's in this state, he might
+come after you should the shock ever wear off.
+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: Congratulations to Everyone</h3>
+<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Max Felsher 1-29-1997</h4>
+SD 90129.0230(GMT)<br>
+MD 1.1225<br>
+Holodeck 1:Ayers Rock<br>
+Maril sat back down at the table, this time
+with three solid pips. His
+expression told everything. For a being that
+rarely showed his emotions, he was
+now definitely overwhelmed.
+"Congratulations, Commander," Lt.(jg)
+Allard's voice came from behind him.
+Maril turned to see an enthusiastic CSO.
+"Thank you, Lieutenant." As Allard walked
+away, Maril turned his attention
+to the rest of the group. There were a few people
+clustered around each of the
+award-receivers/promotees: Maril, Koreth, and
+Meleah. Admiral Nicholas
+appeared to be doing strange things with the
+holodeck program, the purpose of
+which Maril could not figure out.
+He noticed Captain Zane stepping over to
+greet him. "Hello, sir," Maril said
+contently.
+"Hello, Onta," Zane answered without much
+emotion. "Congratulations on
+your promotion, and your request for transfer.
+It's quite an honor to be selected
+for transfer."
+Maril nodded. "But I couldn't leave the
+Feynman. To tell you the truth,
+Captain, I wasn't sure, and even now I'm not
+totally sure I made the right
+decision. But I think I did make a good
+decision."
+Zane smiled. "I was actually quite scared
+that I'd lose any of you, especially
+you, Jenn, and Koreth. It was a big relief when
+you all declined."
+Lieutenant Jenn stepped up to the two.
+"Hello, Captain. Congratulations,
+Commander," Jenn said. They shook hands and Maril
+said, "Thank you,
+Lieutenant."
+"That was a tough decision to make," Jenn
+said, after looking around the
+room. "I hadn't expected to be selected for
+transfer."
+"Well, Lieutenant, we're glad you stayed,"
+Zane said, smiling at Jenn.
+"Why, thank you, sir," Jenn smiled back as
+she turned away. Maril simply
+raised an eyebrow.
+After Jenn had left the pair, Maril sighed,
+"Well, Captain, I think I'll go
+congratulate the award-winners."
+Zane nodded. "Fine. What do you think the
+Admiral is doing over there?"
+Zane said, looking towards Nicholas.
+Maril glanced over to Admiral Nicholas's
+position once again. It looked even
+more peculiar than the last time he had looked.
+"I'm not sure. Well, I still have
+to congratulate these other people," he said as he
+stepped towards Lieutenant
+Koreth.
+He had only gotten a few steps, however, when
+Zane called Jenn and Koreth
+over to him and promoted them to Lieutenant
+Commander.
+After they had left the dais, Maril quickly
+intercepted them. "Mr. Jenn, Mr.
+Koreth," he said, stepping in their way. "I
+suppose I am the one doing the
+congratulating now, Commanders...."
+Jenn smiled. "You know that has a nice ring
+to it. Lieutenant Commander
+Krysa Jenn." She laughed and stepped over to
+other officers.
+"Congrautlations on your medal as well,
+Lieutenant," Maril said, turning to
+the CEO.
+"Thank you, sir," Koreth said with a smile
+not usually seen.
+After Maril then congratulated Meleah on her
+medal, with she responding
+unemotionally courteously, Maril sat back at the
+table to listen to their next
+mission.
+The sun has met the sea,<br>
+Commander Onta Maril,<br>
+First Officer, USS Feynman,<br>
+aka Max Felsher<br>
+NRPG:
+Well, I wonder what Mike has cooked up for us this
+time! ;)
+Jason, Melanie: Congrats on the awards!
+Andy: The dialogue I wrote between Maril and Zane
+is different from in your
+post, but I think it just means that one or both
+of our characters have very poor
+memory. :) Or it could simply be that my dialogue
+occurred before or after
+yours.

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USS FEYNMAN: An Easy Escape?

by Kristen Gant 1-1-1997

USS FEYNMAN: A Few Changes(and a trip to Security Central)

by Max Felsher 1-1-1997

USS FEYNMAN: The Tank

by Andrew Catterick 1-2-1997

USS FEYNMAN: Blah, blah!

by Jason Bostjancic 1-2-1997

USS FEYNMAN: Facing the Maril

by Kristen Gant 1-3-1997

USS FEYNMAN: Just Before the Storm

by Max Felsher 1-3-1997

USS FEYNMAN: The Pony Express

by Michael "Mike" Dailey 1-4-1997

USS FEYNMAN: Time to Move On

by Andrew Catterick 1-5-1997

USS FEYNMAN: New Faces, FEYNMAN Style

by Michael "Mike" Dailey 1-7-1997

USS FEYNMAN: A Concert, Excellent Idea!

by Kristen Gant 1-8-1997

USS FEYNMAN: Pre-Brief

by Mike Dawe 1-10-1997

USS FEYNMAN: Concert Jitters

by Jason Bostjancic 1-11-1997

USS FEYNMAN: Mail and Music

by Michael "Mike" Dailey 1-12-1997

USS FEYNMAN: Peace and Quiet???

by Michael "Mike" Dailey 1-15-1997

USS FEYNMAN: Staff Briefing - The Beginning

by Max Felsher 1-16-1997

USS FEYNMAN: Give the Dog a Bone?

by Kristen Gant 1-17-1997

USS FEYNMAN: They Don't Make Rocks Like This Anymore

by Max Felsher 1-20-1997

USS FEYNMAN: Briefing

by Andrew Catterick 1-21-1997

USS FEYNMAN: Briefing About to Start

by Mike Dawe 1-22-1997

USS FEYNMAN: The Bombshell

by Andrew Catterick 1-22-1997

USS FEYNMAN: What Could Have Been

by Jason Bostjancic 1-23-1997

USS FEYNMAN: Decisions, Decisions

by Kristen Gant 1-23-1997

USS FEYNMAN: Bombshell Fragments

by Michael "Mike" Dailey 1-24-1997

USS FEYNMAN: Quick Response

by Kristen Gant 1-1-1997

USS FEYNMAN: On the Horns of a Massive Dillemna

by Max Felsher 1-25-1997

USS FEYNMAN: But First

by Mike Dawe 1-26-1997

USS FEYNMAN: ...and Then

by Andrew Catterick 1-27-1997

USS FEYNMAN: You Asked For Reactions...

by Kristen Gant 1-28-1997

USS FEYNMAN: React Or Not To React...

by Jason Bostjancic 1-28-1997

USS FEYNMAN: Congratulations to Everyone

by Max Felsher 1-29-1997

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