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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.<br>
SCENE - CSO's office<br>


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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>


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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.
"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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