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<center><font style="font-size: 50px; font-stretch: expanded; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: 800; text-shadow: 4px 4px 4px black;">U.S.S. ''FEYNMAN'' NCC-66000<br> January 1997 Posts</font></center> | <center><font style="font-size: 50px; font-stretch: expanded; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: 800; text-shadow: 4px 4px 4px black;">U.S.S. ''FEYNMAN'' NCC-66000<br> January 1997 Posts</font></center> | ||
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<font style="font-size: large; font-stretch: expanded; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">TOTAL JANUARY 1997 POSTS: | <font style="font-size: large; font-stretch: expanded; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">TOTAL JANUARY 1997 POSTS: 30</font> | ||
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Andrew Catterick 1-5-1997</h4> | Andrew Catterick 1-5-1997</h4> | ||
SD:90105.1000<br> | SD: 90105.1000<br> | ||
MD:10.2100<br> | MD: 10.2100<br> | ||
Scene: Market Level, EPSILON<br> | Scene: Market Level, EPSILON<br> | ||
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SD: 90112.1300<br> | SD: 90112.1300<br> | ||
MD: -01.???<br> | MD: -01.???<br> | ||
SCENE - CSO's office | SCENE - CSO's office<br> | ||
<nowiki>***************************************************************************************************</nowiki> | <nowiki>*************************************************************************************************************</nowiki><br> | ||
SERVER ID - SFC2-A37-9L01<br> | SERVER ID - SFC2-A37-9L01<br> | ||
SUBSPACE MESSAGE X32CTR35654-2<br> | SUBSPACE MESSAGE X32CTR35654-2<br> | ||
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LtJg. Justin C.M. Allard | LtJg. Justin C.M. Allard<br> | ||
CSO USS FEYNMAN - NCC 66000 | CSO USS FEYNMAN - NCC 66000<br> | ||
<nowiki>***************************************************************************************************</nowiki> | <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. | "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. | ||
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Mike Dailey<br> | Mike Dailey<br> | ||
Splatter2@qtm.net<br> | Splatter2@qtm.net<br> | ||
Lieutenant J.G., J.C. Allard CSO - USS FEYNMAN - SILVER FLEET<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 D'doj Zzawj Ckorji MD OPS/2O USS ELIZABETH BLACKWELL - SILVER FLEET<br> | ||
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Cheers all!<br> | Cheers all!<br> | ||
Mike (shivering in Indiana's version of Alaska...)<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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