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<center><font style="font-size: 50px; font-stretch: expanded; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: 800; text-shadow: 4px 4px 4px black;">U.S.S. ''FEYNMAN'' NCC-66000<br> January 1997 Posts</font></center> | <center><font style="font-size: 50px; font-stretch: expanded; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: 800; text-shadow: 4px 4px 4px black;">U.S.S. ''FEYNMAN'' NCC-66000<br> January 1997 Posts</font></center> | ||
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<font style="font-size: large; font-stretch: expanded; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">TOTAL JANUARY 1997 POSTS: | <font style="font-size: large; font-stretch: expanded; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">TOTAL JANUARY 1997 POSTS: 30</font> | ||
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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: | 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: | 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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Andrew Catterick 1-22-1997</h4> | Andrew Catterick 1-22-1997</h4> | ||
SD: | 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> | ||
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<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 Jason Bostjancic 1-23-1997</h4> | ||
SD: | SD: 90123<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> | ||
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<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Michael "Mike" Dailey 1-24-1997</h4> | <h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Michael "Mike" Dailey 1-24-1997</h4> | ||
SD:90124.1930<br> | SD: 90124.1930<br> | ||
MD:1.1216<br> | MD: 1.1216<br> | ||
Scene:Top of Ayer's Rock, Holodeck 3 | Scene:Top of Ayer's Rock, Holodeck 3 | ||
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others comments, J.C's own reactions danced throughout his mind. | others comments, J.C's own reactions danced throughout his mind. | ||
*Anger. Angry at them... how could they leave the FEYNMAN? We were a family. It seems | <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 | 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 | 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 | 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! | 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'...* | Hey, if they're leaving, that opens up quite a few opportunities for the 'lower decks'...*</nowiki> | ||
*Justin, listen to yourself. Stop being selfish for a moment and think of your friends! | <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?* | 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 | Gnawing the last bit of meat from the bones, J.C. set his plate down and | ||
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</I> | </I> | ||
*Any type, huh? Perhaps I should think more about my career. Command of a SOLAR or starbase | <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 | seems a long way off, but from the Coalsack and Issahi homeworld, those seemed | ||
a lifetime away.* J.C. laughed to himself, suddenly remembering the dream he | a lifetime away.*</nowiki> J.C. laughed to himself, suddenly remembering the dream he | ||
had this morning. Ah, the good life. | had this morning. Ah, the good life. | ||
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Cheers!<br> | Cheers!<br> | ||
Mike<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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