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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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Andrew Catterick 1-22-1997</h4>
Andrew Catterick 1-22-1997</h4>


SD: 80122.1600<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>
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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: 80123<br>
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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***<br>
***<br>
NRPG: Sorry, but I couldn't resist responding to Mike's question :} Not to<br>
NRPG: Sorry, but I couldn't resist responding to Mike's question :} Not to<br>
mention putting more pressure on that strangely silent Temarian over there<br>
mention putting more pressure on that strangely silent Tamarian over there<br>
:}:}<br>
:}:}<br>


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for a command. Oh, well.
for a command. Oh, well.
There'll be oher times...hopefully.
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.
MDailey
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