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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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Andrew Catterick 1-21-1997</h4>
Andrew Catterick 1-21-1997</h4>


SD: 80121.1600<br>
SD: 90121.1600<br>
MD: 1.1200<br>
MD: 1.1200<br>
Scene: Holodeck 1<br>
Scene: Holodeck 1<br>
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<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Mike Dawe 1-22-1997</h4>
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Mike Dawe 1-22-1997</h4>


SD: 80122
SD: 90122


He grunted as the heat hit him full in the face. He could feel the
He grunted as the heat hit him full in the face. He could feel the
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mike--->who actually reads and studies sometimes
mike--->who actually reads and studies sometimes


<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: What Could Have Been</h3>
<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 Jason Bostjancic 1-23-1997</h4>
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by  
Andrew Catterick 1-22-1997</h4>


SD: 80123<br>
SD: 90122.1600<br>
MD: 1.1215<br>
MD: 1.1215<br>
Scene:Top of Ayer's Rock, Holodeck 3<br>
Scene: Top of Ayer's Rock, Holodeck 3<br>


<I>
<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
"As you know SILVER has been hit hard as of late. We've lost a
lot of invaluable and experienced personnel. Besides its standard
lot of invaluable and experienced personnel. Besides its standard
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into experienced officers who then move on and in turn help develop the
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
next crop. It seems that time has come. The admiral has tapped you
three for transfer."<br>
three for transfer."
</I>
 
<br>
"To where?" Koreth asked.
'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...
"Thats up to the admiral to brief you on. But I would imagine it
and when Krysa was promoted above him to the OPS position all those
would involve promotion and most likely a move to a larger class of
missions ago he had seriously thought of asking for a transfer. But,
vessel." The group remained silent before Zane continued with a chuckle.
now was a chance... though the taste in his mouth indicated not
"You have the shell shocked look I must have had when the admiral hit me
victory, but a biter-sweet residue when one thinks of would could have
with the information."
been.<br>
 
<I>
"Are these transfers final?"
<br>
 
"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
"Each of you must decide whether or not to accept transfer or
remain aboard." He looked at each of the three briefly. "Staying aboard
remain aboard." He looked at each of the three briefly. "Staying aboard
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"But quickly." The admiral added as he sat. "This ship has a
"But quickly." The admiral added as he sat. "This ship has a
mission and will be lifting soon."
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
<<<NRPG>>>
'politely' sampling large amounts of Bats cuisine.
 
reactions? <EG>


"Sirs. If I may speak freely?"
Respectfully,<br>
Andy<br>


"Go ahead Lieutenant" answered Zane after getting the nod from the
-Captain Zane, Commanding Officer, USS FEYNMAN<br>
Admiral.
-Commander Horatio Sinclair, Fleet Intelligence Officer, BLUE FLEET<br>


"I will serve the fleet to my best capabilities regardless of where I
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: What Could Have Been</h3>
am posted. But on my own behalf, I do not believe I have learned
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Jason Bostjancic 1-23-1997</h4>
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,
SD: 90123<br>
"and the fleet needs experience of 'any' type... even incomplete.
MD: 1.1215<br>
perhaps you should think more on this decision?"
Scene:Top of Ayer's Rock, Holodeck 3<br>


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


Not that it wasn't tempting <G> But I couldn't bare the thought
Lt. Koreth stood and faced towards the Captain and the Admiral, who was
of leaving the ship before getting chance to take command in
'politely' sampling large amounts of Bats cuisine.
that super Captain's Chair....


BTW Andy, how is the chair as of late? :)
"Sirs. If I may speak freely?"


Respectfully,<br>
"Go ahead Lieutenant" answered Zane after getting the nod from the
Jason<br>
Admiral.


Commander Tirrin Vorak - XO - USS BURKE<br>
"I will serve the fleet to my best capabilities regardless of where I
Lieutenant Tarrant L. Koreth - CEO - USS FEYNMAN<br>
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."


Potest esse nur unus<br>
"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>
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Decisions, Decisions</h3>
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he had attended. The first he had come to promote Zane to Captain. Surely
he had attended. The first he had come to promote Zane to Captain. Surely
he must have something equally as important this time.<br>
he must have something equally as important this time.<br>
<br>
<I>
<I>
>His gaze finally rested on Zane and he curtly asked. "Have you popped the
His gaze finally rested on Zane and he curtly asked. "Have you popped the
question yet?"<br>
question yet?"<br>
</I>
</I>
<br>
<br>
Krysa grinned. She'd been right, something was definitely up. But her grin
Krysa grinned. She'd been right, something was definitely up. But her grin
faded as she looked at Zane.
faded as she looked at Zane.<br>
<br>
<br>
<I>
<I>
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for some clues. But he didn't look at her. Meeting her eyes had gotten him
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
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.
chances. She could tell he wasn't entirely happy with what was coming next.<br>
<br>
<br>
<I>
<I>
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her spot. It did make sense. The FEYNMAN was the perfect testing grounds
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
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.
once again in Zane's direction, but he obstinately refused to look at her.<br>
<br>
<br>
</I>
<I>
"To where?" Koreth asked.
"To where?" Koreth asked.
<br>
<br>
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Krysa looked at the half-klingon, realizing this was a perfectly reasonable
Krysa looked at the half-klingon, realizing this was a perfectly reasonable
question. She barely gotten past the fact that she was being transferred.
question. She barely gotten past the fact that she was being transferred.
The where hadn't even occurred to her until Koreth asked.
The where hadn't even occurred to her until Koreth asked.<br>
<br>
<br>
<I>
<I>
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perhaps a First Officer position. Her gaze moved to Maril, wondering if she
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
could ever to his job. She wasn't so sure. Though she always welcomed a
challenge.
challenge.<br>
<br>
<br>
<I>
<I>
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three officers. They certainly were not the only three officers who could
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
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.
the people would be as wonderful to work with as on the FEYNMAN.<br>
<br>
<br>
<I>
<I>
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Thankfully Tarrant spoke first, giving Krysa time to contemplate her own
Thankfully Tarrant spoke first, giving Krysa time to contemplate her own
decision.
decision.<br>
<br>
<br>
<I>
<I>
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should think more on this decision?"
should think more on this decision?"


"I understand Captain, but my request is unchanged. The Feynman is where
"I understand Captain, but my request is unchanged. The Feynman is where
'I' believe I belong."<br>
'I' believe I belong."<br>
</I>
</I>
 
 
Krysa looked at Maril hoping he would speak next. But the Tamarian looked
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
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
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
would be a first step for him, if not the step. She looked up to find Zane
looking at her, "Krysa?" He asked.
looking at her, "Krysa?" He asked.
 
 
She met his dark eyes, even blacker then her own. Then looking around the
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,
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
before turning to the Admiral, with her decision, "I don't think I want to
accept a transfer at this time."
accept a transfer at this time."
 
 
"Any particular reason, Lt.?" The admiral asked.
"Any particular reason, Lt.?" The admiral asked.
 
 
Krysa glanced up at Zane briefly, before answering, "Not that I'm willing
Krysa glanced up at Zane briefly, before answering, "Not that I'm willing
to discuss, Admiral."
to discuss, Admiral."
 
 
Regards,<br>
Regards,<br>
Lt. (maybe for the rest of her career) Krysa Jenn<br>
Lt. (maybe for the rest of her career) Krysa Jenn<br>
OPS/2O, USS FEYNMAN<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!


***<br>
Andy: The dialogue I wrote between Maril and Zane
NRPG: Okay so it's a bit sappy. But Krysa's not ready to leave :}<br>
is different from in your
 
post, but I think it just means that one or both
Kristen<br>
of our characters have very poor
--<br>
memory. :) Or it could simply be that my dialogue
Kristen & Scott Gant<br>
occurred before or after
http://homepage.interaccess.com/~sgant/gant.htm<br>
yours.
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