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<font style="font-size: large; font-stretch: expanded; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">TOTAL FEBRUARY 1997 POSTS: | <font style="font-size: large; font-stretch: expanded; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">TOTAL FEBRUARY 1997 POSTS: 30</font> | ||
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<nowiki>___________________</nowiki><br> | |||
Stardate: 90218.1215<br> | Stardate: 90218.1215<br> | ||
Scene: In the 'Sack<br> | Scene: In the 'Sack<br> | ||
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"Fine, I'll go change and then we start looking." | "Fine, I'll go change and then we start looking." | ||
<nowiki>___________________</nowiki><br> | |||
She was putting the finishing touches on the uniform and admiring herself | She was putting the finishing touches on the uniform and admiring herself | ||
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relief and she hurried to the console to signal the Xanthandi. | relief and she hurried to the console to signal the Xanthandi. | ||
<nowiki>___________________</nowiki><br> | |||
Scene: Bridge, USS FEYNMAN | Scene: Bridge, USS FEYNMAN<br> | ||
MD: 4.1850 | MD: 4.1850<br> | ||
"I believe your shift is over, Commander," she heard the Captain's voice | "I believe your shift is over, Commander," she heard the Captain's voice | ||
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Starfleet officer. "Ensign, set an intercept course. Commander Jenn, | Starfleet officer. "Ensign, set an intercept course. Commander Jenn, | ||
continue tracking Team One. Hopefully we won't get out of range." | continue tracking Team One. Hopefully we won't get out of range." | ||
Regards<br> | Regards<br> | ||
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--<br> | --<br> | ||
Kristen & Scott Gant<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: Reporting But Not Ordered</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by | |||
Andrew Catterick 2-18-1997</h4> | |||
SD: 90218.1400<br> | |||
Scene: Krysa's Quarters<br> | |||
<I> | |||
"So you don't mind me keeping you here for so long?" she asked, looking | |||
at him. | |||
He shook his head, "No, not at all. But I should probably leave so you | |||
can get some sleep before tomorrow." He stood. | |||
Krysa frowned. She hated to see him go, but she knew he was right. She | |||
would have horrible dark circles under her eyes if she did not get some | |||
sleep. And that was definitely not a very flattering look for her. She | |||
stood following him to the door. "I'm glad you came."<br> | |||
</I> | |||
"I'm glad you asked me. Next time Ill make the plans. If your | |||
interested of course." | |||
"I am." She replied with a smile. | |||
Zane leaned forward and she moved to meet him and before he was | |||
sure it was evening happening the kiss that he had longed for all evening | |||
was over. "Goodnight." | |||
<nowiki>______________________________</nowiki><br> | |||
Scene: Bridge, USS FEYNMAN<br> | |||
MD: 4.1850<br> | |||
<I> | |||
The ensign at Navigation began moving her fingers over her panel just as | |||
Krysa did. "Phaser fire at Mark 34 point 5." She said. | |||
"Confirmed. Looks like a Xanthandi Raider, firing on a civilian shuttle | |||
..possibly a cargo shuttle." Krysa added. | |||
"Our mission is clear .. and policing the nebula isn't a part of it." Zane | |||
Krysa looked up at him, "Sir, we have a distress signal from the shuttle. | |||
From an Ensign Mardee Wilson. She's on that shuttle .." | |||
Zane frowned. He couldn't ignore a distress call particularly from a | |||
Starfleet officer. "Ensign, set an intercept course. Commander Jenn, | |||
continue tracking Team One. Hopefully we won't get out of range."<br> | |||
</I> | |||
"Tactical." He ordered as he sat back into his chair. The | |||
swirling mists of the nebula were replaced with an overview image of the | |||
vicinity. FEYNMAN was represented as a blue fleet insignia, the Xanthandi | |||
raider, a red arrowhead, the shuttle a yellow diamond. The red and yellow | |||
icons were virtually one and the blue insignia was closing rapidly on them | |||
both. "ETA?" | |||
"Forty-five seconds." The tactical officer replied crisply. | |||
"They don't seem to have noticed us." | |||
"Its likely their sensors cant penetrate the nebula at this range. | |||
By the time they realize we're here we'll be right on top of them." Jenn | |||
added. | |||
"They'll never know what hit them. Shields, weapons release." | |||
"Aye sir." The excitement in the security officers voice plainly | |||
evident. "We are in range!" | |||
"Arm weapons." | |||
The seconds ticked by. | |||
"They've picked up something on their sensors." Jenn said after a | |||
warning beep from her panel. "They're trying to evade." | |||
"Fire!" | |||
"Target destroyed. No other ships in the vicinity. The shuttle | |||
is beginning to break up." | |||
"Bridge to transporter, beam all occupants of the shuttle aboard." | |||
Zane ordered. In the background the officer at TAC/SEC was ordering | |||
security to Transporter Room 3. | |||
"We've got one survivor sir." | |||
"Very good. Destroy whats left of the shuttle. Helm layin an | |||
evasive course back towards Commander Maril's team. Commander you have | |||
the bridge." | |||
<nowiki>___________________</nowiki><br> | |||
Scene: Transporter Room 3<br> | |||
"Report." The captain said as he strode into the room On the | |||
floor, with two security officers, lay a Star Fleet ensign. | |||
"Human female, unconscious. She's banged up pretty good but | |||
nothing serious sir." | |||
"Lets get her to sickbay." | |||
Gently the two guards began to lift her and as they did so she | |||
stirred. As her eyes opened she tried to focus on the grey face staring | |||
down at her. Finally the fog cleared. "You!" She gasped. | |||
"Do I know you ensign?" Zane asked feeling he did. | |||
"No captain. I just didn't ever expect to see you. Ensign Mardee | |||
Wilson reporting for.." A soft moan and she went limp. | |||
Zane motioned to the door. "C'mon lets get her to the doctor." | |||
<<<NRPG>>> | |||
Just a short (and fairly wooden one) to keep things rolling | |||
Respectfully,<br> | |||
Andy<br> | |||
-Captain Zane, Commanding Officer, USS FEYNMAN<br> | |||
-Commander Horatio Sinclair, Fleet Intelligence Officer, BLUE FLEET<br> | |||
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Enemy Amongst Us</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by | |||
Andrew Catterick 2-19-1997</h4> | |||
SD: 90219.1000<br> | |||
MD: 4.1910<br> | |||
Scene: Sickbay<br> | |||
As the patient was tended by Dr. Glinkharr, Captain Zane moved to | |||
one of the small staff offices to call the bridge. | |||
[Bridge.] Came Krysas calm reply. | |||
"Status." | |||
[We're well clear of the shuttles last position. No ships appear | |||
to be in the vicinity. I've put all offensive and defensive systems on | |||
stand-down and sensors are back to passive mode. If anyone noticed us | |||
they are going to have a hard time finding us now.] Zane let out a sigh | |||
of relief before Jenn continued. [We just received a short burst from | |||
Commander Maril. Code word: EUREKA.] | |||
EUREKA. The word agreed upon to describe that they had found | |||
something of interest. "Good. Were you able to pinpoint the signal?" | |||
[No. It looks like the signal was bounced off just about every | |||
piece of debris in the sack before it found us. If anyone else picked it | |||
up they won't know where it came from.] | |||
"Any word from Team 1?" | |||
[No.] That was good, there wasn't supposed to be. [How's our | |||
guest.] | |||
Zane looked up at the doctor as he entered the office. | |||
"Shaken-up" He answered. "She suffered a mild concussion and a | |||
certain level of shock but she should be alright after two days of rest." | |||
"Has she said anything?" | |||
"Only that she is Ensign Mardee Wilson and that she was assigned | |||
to us as a supply assistant." | |||
"You expecting some replacements for your department Commander?" | |||
[Well I did put in for some more operations staff including | |||
supply but they were low priority. I wouldn't expect anyone until we had | |||
completed this mission maybe even the next.] | |||
"I see. Well, I think its time I introduced myself. Zane out." | |||
Zane considered the lupine doctor for a few moments. "This is a | |||
little out of the ordinary." | |||
"When Starfleet bureaucracy is involved nothing is out of the | |||
ordinary." | |||
"True." He answered, rising from the desk and heading for Ensign | |||
Wilsons biobed. "How are you feeling ensign?" | |||
Wilson began to try to rise up from the bed but Zane motioned her | |||
still. "Ensign Mardee Wilson reported as ordered sir." | |||
"Ordered by who?" | |||
Wilson looked slightly confused. "Commander G'tek at SILVER OPS. | |||
I reported their from ALPHA on stardate 90203. My orders are in my | |||
duffel." | |||
"Unfortunately your belongings were destroyed with the shuttle | |||
ensign. Who attacked you? What happened?" | |||
"I'm not sure I was sleeping when it all began. We left | |||
EPSILON.." She paused and her eyes went wide. "Where is Chief Kilret?" | |||
Zane assumed she meant the shuttles pilot. "Im afraid he didn't | |||
survive the attack. I'm sorry ensign but we need this information." | |||
"Yes sir. Sorry sir. We left EPSILON 4 days ago trying to | |||
catch up to you. The chief said he had to maintain communications silence | |||
so we couldn't let you know we were behind you. When we got to the edge | |||
of the sack our sensors picked up what the chief thought to be your trail | |||
so we followed it in. He was sure that we were now only a few minutes | |||
behind you. We entered the sack and, well the swirling gases were | |||
mesmerizing I must have fallen asleep. Next thing I knew I was picking | |||
myself up off the deck. Some sort of fighter was attacking. The chief | |||
said it had come out of nowhere and taken out our shield generators with | |||
its first salvo. He tried to get away but it was more maneuverable. I | |||
tried to target it with the shuttles phasers.." She paused "I've never | |||
been in combat before! | |||
"Its ok ensign, your safe now." | |||
"It just kept coming at us. Pounding us on all sides. I | |||
thought....I thought" She began to shake. "I thought I was going to die. | |||
Life support went and I guess I must have blacked out because suddenly I | |||
was on this biobed." | |||
"You don't remember the transporter room." | |||
Wilson thought for a moment and then shook her head slowly. "No. | |||
Captain who attacked us? Was it pirates? Commander G'tek told me their | |||
where pirates in the sack.." | |||
"There are a lot of dangerous things in the sack ensign which | |||
makes it a little strange that SILVER would send out a replacement officer | |||
for supply." *Especially when no one but the admiral knew we would be | |||
here.* He thought to himself. "No offense ensign but it is not exactly a | |||
crucial position. You could have waited until we returned." | |||
"I know sir. But I wanted to get here. I wanted to start my | |||
career. Commander G'tek was going to assign me to EPSILON operations | |||
until FEYNMAN put in again but I asked him to let me join you now. He | |||
checked with his CO and decided I'd be able to catch you in time." Her | |||
voice trailed off. "I guess if I had waited the chief would still be | |||
alive. Oh captain I'm so sorry. What have I done?" She began to cry. | |||
Glinkharr muscled in beside Zane. "Captain I think it would be | |||
best for Mardee to get some rest she's been through quite a lot." | |||
"Understood doctor. Try to relax ensign." He smiled. "Now that | |||
your here you've got lots of work to do. So hurry up and get out of | |||
here." | |||
She gave him a weak smile. "Yes sir." | |||
MD:4.1930<br> | |||
Scene: Ready-room.<br> | |||
"...so you dont believe her." Jenn said, summing up what the | |||
captain had just told her about Ensign Wilson. | |||
"I'm not sure. Its a very mysterious situation. No one is | |||
supposed to know we are here and yet we're sent a non-essential supply | |||
officer. Into a dangerous environment no less. I've seen personnel do | |||
some pretty stupid things in the past but this one?" He came back to the | |||
argument that gave him the most trouble. "The admiral was pretty | |||
concerned about secrecy I just don't seem him throwing that to the wind to | |||
send us a supply clerk. It doesnt make sense." | |||
"No it doesnt but do you have an alternate scenario?" | |||
"Only ones that make as little sense as the one weve been handed. | |||
Look shes in your department so see what your staff can find out. Until | |||
we have any real evidence to the contrary we just have to believe what | |||
we've been told. But I don't want her near any crucial ship operations | |||
and I like her kept under surveillance. Unobtrusively of course." | |||
"Of course." Jenn replied. | |||
<<<NRPG>>> | |||
Kris: Back to you. | |||
Respectfully,<br> | |||
Andy<br> | |||
-Captain Zane, Commanding Officer, USS FEYNMAN<br> | |||
-Commander Horatio Sinclair, Fleet Intelligence Officer, BLUE FLEET<br> | |||
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Moving the Rock - Episode II</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by | |||
Michael "Mike" Dailey 2-19-1997</h4> | |||
STARDATE: 90219.2120<br> | |||
SCENE: USS NOGURA II<br> | |||
MD: 4.1650<br> | |||
Both squads of security troops gazed beyond the NOGURA II's | |||
viewports, into the bitter, numbing realities of combat. Majestic, and yet | |||
gargantuan when compared to their FEYNMAN. The CHEYENE class starship that | |||
had engaged and pursued the runabout now lay to their port side, dwarfing the | |||
NOGURA II. Sleek in the design of her pearlescent hull, save for the missing starboard | |||
side of the saucer section. | |||
Starfleet officers and non-commissioned officers alike dealt with the | |||
risks and hazards of space. That loss had touched, and wrenched at the hearts | |||
and minds of nearly every trooper, save J.C. Starfleet losses had been overwhelming | |||
recently, especially in SILVER. If this mission didn't have some success, the | |||
BISMARK, PEARSON, and HAWKING could follow as SILVER's casualties mounted. | |||
<nowiki>*Spirits, we've got to help them,*</nowiki> the CSO thought to himself. Swallowing hard, J.C. | |||
tried to suppress the screams of their ghosts in the back of his mind. *I don't remember | |||
a CHEYENE on regular patrol in this sector.* Then, it occurred to J.C. the may not | |||
even been 'fleet, perhaps Maquis or renegades? Grey fleet? | |||
Another shuddering though came to J.C. * If Lt. Jerran were to order his | |||
squads split-up, J.C. would resolutely object, in the log if it came to that. | |||
With just fourteen people total, the odds were already leaning in a direction he did | |||
not favor. Their luck, they would board a troop transport. | |||
Gradually everyone regained their composure, except for SCPO T'boc, who of | |||
course never lost his. Returning to their seats, J.C. called his three NCO's T'boc, Karr, | |||
and Tamarov. | |||
"LT. Jerran will give us the 'go' any minute. As soon as they maneuver into position | |||
and locate a appropriate point of entry for us." He halted as the front cabin door parted | |||
to deposit the FEYNMAN's Counselor, Ens. Landers. Nodding to Loren, J.C. continued on | |||
briefing his NCO's. | |||
"I want a final weapons check. No last minute surprises for us." ordered the CSO. | |||
"Sir," T'boc added, "I recommend a comm check also. In addition to serving a useful | |||
purpose, it will provide a distraction from the waiting period." Everyone wore the | |||
standard hands-free comm headset. Two channels, one for squad-level communications, | |||
the other tied into the NOGURA II. Both scrambled, of course. | |||
Alex, standing a few paces behind SCPO T'Boc, made a strange face as if to say | |||
'I was about to suggest that', but decided to leave the Vulcan NCO alone, for now. | |||
Mr. Karr, the most recent security NCO on the FEYNMAN, remained silent likewise. | |||
"So ordered, Mr. T'boc. Complete all checks in five minutes, then have the troops | |||
stand ready, Alex." A trio of 'aye Sirs trailed them, as they barked out the necessary | |||
orders. J.C. turned his attention back to the inquisitive Counselor. | |||
"What's on your mind, Loren." J.C. checked both channels of his own comm unit, though he | |||
had already done so at least four times. | |||
"Hey, I'm supposed to ask that question." Loren painted a sly smile on his face. In the | |||
few months their friendship had grown, J.C. knew the Counselor was scheming something. | |||
"Need an extra man?" asked Loren, seemingly from out of nowhere. | |||
"With 'Captain Jerran's' approval, sure." J.C. reached over beside his seat, | |||
grabbing his MARK-VII rifle. He held it upright, and tossed it to Landers. "That is, | |||
if you think you can handle one of these." Loren picked the weapon from mid-flight. | |||
"Now you really don't want me to remind you about my last qualification score, do | |||
you 'Sir'?" *Touche,* good one, Loren. | |||
"Mr. T'boc, get the Ensign set up in blacks and gear. He'll be joining us." ordered | |||
J.C. | |||
"Aye, Lt. Allard." | |||
"Loren, how quick can you get rid of your pretty blue uniform," said J.C. | |||
[SNIP] | |||
Darkness. Beyond darkness. Alex and Mr. Karr's squad were beamed into the freighter's | |||
bridge, while J.C. and T'boc's squad with the addition of their versatile CNS were beamed | |||
into Engineering. | |||
J.C. made a quick sweep of the area, grateful for the light mounted upon | |||
his rifle. Chilling coldness of the freighter was evident as he could see their breath | |||
vapors in the light. Eight including himself, all accounted for. Reaching on the side of | |||
his comm set, J.C. keyed the transmit and diagnostic toggles twice in rapid unison. | |||
Jerran would be looking for this signal, which to anyone else would appear as 'space noise'. | |||
Once back aboard the FEYNMAN, he would thank Bat for that little trick he had shared. | |||
Cold, dark, and J.C. covered his mouth, as did a few others. The freighter, with | |||
age in excess of fifty years or more, had evidently not been cleaned or aired out since | |||
it's construction. PO/3 O'Rorke nearly lost his breakfast, but regained himself. A quick | |||
look at Loren told he was not much better shape. Giving the signal to fan out, the group | |||
broke off into pairs. J.C. motioned for Loren to stick with him. | |||
Engineering was dead, in both power and crew, as many bodies, or remnants of | |||
such lay sparsely about here and there. Extensive damage from exploding consoles | |||
and falling structural pieces were the warrantors of death. Of the three freighters | |||
in the convoy, one had succumbed to the battle, and the second had been a victim of it's | |||
own toxic cargo. Not exactly the outcome Captain Zane had planned, but then when | |||
did plans ever develop properly. This one, the lead ship, was the only one left to board. | |||
Briefly startled at Alex Tamarov's voice in his ear, J.C. switched to channel 2. | |||
"Sir, No resistance at all. Actually only three survivors, and none are conscious | |||
or in condition to offer any resistance. They do need medical attention though." | |||
said the ACSO. | |||
"As far as the bridge, 90% destroyed. No power. Perhaps if we had, we could access the | |||
computer, if this junk heap even has one." J.C. agreed, expecting a portion of the hull | |||
to simply fall off any minute. | |||
"Acknowledged. Send two men back to the NOGURA with the wounded, and advance toward | |||
engineering. We'll proceed towards you, and meet." ordered J.C. | |||
"Aye sir, Tamarov out." J.C. motioned for Loren to follow. Through engineering, the | |||
came to an access ladder leading down. It took both men to force the manual override | |||
lever down to release the hatch. Gazing into the eyes of his friend, J.C. held his | |||
own rifle, unaware his knuckles were turning white. | |||
"I'll go down first. Shoot ANYTHING that moves, Ensign." J.C. ordered with a forced | |||
calm. Loren did need to be a telepath or esper to know how J.C. felt, as he shared | |||
the same uneasiness. Loren aimed his rifle-light beam down the hatch ladder, but | |||
revealed nothing but continued blackness of damp darkness. J.C. tuned to back down | |||
the ladder, rifle clutched tightly in his left hand. | |||
Step after cautious and gradual step, J.C. descended. After a dozen or so, | |||
he looked down, and from the powerful beam of Loren's light, could still see nothing | |||
more than the blackness. Looking up, Loren shrugged. | |||
Continuing on, the ability to breath 'good air' was disappearing as he made | |||
his descent. He had climbed down nearly fifteen meters. "Loren, I don't think this | |||
leads anywhere. We may..." but the sentence never concluded. The hand that had | |||
grabbed hold of his ankle in the same instant all color drained from the CSO's face. | |||
Clutching for dear life to the ladder rungs with his right hand, J.C. pivoted and | |||
brought the rifle to bear on more than a dozen pairs of eyes. | |||
"LOREN, HOLD YOUR FIRE", he blurted out, though knew not what forced had allowed | |||
him to think. Shining his light, they saw their faces matched their forms, ragged, | |||
dirty, and probably undernourished. | |||
Submitted, | |||
Mike Dailey | |||
splatter2@qtm.net | |||
<nowiki>******** | |||
* NRPG * | |||
********</nowiki> | |||
Hello all. Well, our battle already strayed us a bit from the original plan, | |||
so I (of course) took another little detour. <G> Joseph, enjoy interrogating the | |||
three 'guests' Alex will have beamed over. I'm sure Jerran is as good an inquisitor | |||
as a pilot? Hmmm. (How many light do you see?? ....) | |||
Kevin - Well, you wanted to come along, so here you are. Hope you don't shoot J.C. | |||
accidentally <BG> Develop the dozen+ 'survivors' as you wish... refugees? or | |||
perhaps slave laborers? Also, order my troops about as you wish. You're an officer | |||
and all are NCO's or below. | |||
Team 1 - You guys are quiet??? Melanie, I wondered what Meleah was up too..<G> | |||
FEYNMAN - Talk about surprises from nowhere! I thought she was recaptured and | |||
sent back to some prison - rehab colony??? | |||
Cheers All! | |||
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *<br> | |||
* Lt., j.g. J.C.M. Allard CSO - USS FEYNMAN Alt.Starfleet.RPG *<br> | |||
* Lt. (Dr.) D'doj Zzawj Ckorji - OPS/20 - USS E. BLACKWELL SILVER FLEET *<br> | |||
* Lcdr. Jordon Kabreigny CNS - USS BURKE GREEN FLEET *<br> | |||
* Lcdr. Ion Steiner L.C. - SFDOC TEAM ALPHA-1 SFDOC *<br> | |||
* Codr. Johan Baurr - COMSFDOC "All I ask is a tall ship..." *<br> | |||
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *<br> | |||
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: NRPG: "If you were on a desert island"</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Kristen Gant 2-20-1997</h4> | |||
>NRPG: | |||
> | |||
>I considered crashing into the moon, but that's been done before :) | |||
Now, not really. It was an asteroid, and if you think about it the asteroid | |||
was moving. So therefore the asteroid crashed into us. If it were not for | |||
Krysa's skill the Nogura I and all occupants would be dead.... | |||
Kristen-> who will never admit it might have been Krysa's fault!<br> | |||
<nowiki>------------------------------------</nowiki><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: Husnock Mining Facility</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Jason Bostjancic 2-20-1997</h4> | |||
SD: 90220<br> | |||
MD: Whenever we officially beamed down<br> | |||
Scene: Husnock Mining Facility<br> | |||
As the light from the transporter faded, Tarrant and the rest of the | |||
away team had a sinking feeling in thier stomach's. Not because | |||
there was nothing there of intrest, but because the gravity was | |||
turned off, leaving only the limited moon's gravity to hold them down. | |||
There was only one large room that made up this level of the facility. | |||
Much of the equipment appeared to be attached to the ceiling and | |||
floors facing inward, though there was no sign of power or recent use. | |||
Cdr Maril float-bounced, and turned to Tarrant, he looked quite | |||
uncomfortable. "Perran without direction." | |||
The partial klingon pulled out his tricorder and started, "Scanning... | |||
hmm, It's an interresting setup. It seems that this facitity was meant | |||
to rotate, which increases gravity" | |||
"And the axis looks like some large drill bit that's burrowed into | |||
the moon itself." added Chief Bate. She was a recent addition | |||
to the Engineering team who looked to have promise. | |||
She looked a bit confused, "Why would the Husnock's use | |||
such an archaic method to drill?" | |||
"Perhaps the element they're looking for is too volatile for | |||
energy beam extraction." It was one possible answer, "but | |||
right now we need to get power and find our arrow." | |||
The teams 'bounced' to designated sections to try and determine | |||
anything and everything they could. Tarrant and Maril meanwhile | |||
looked at a large cylidrical device that went through the center | |||
of the building. | |||
"Myra around the axis of Chapar?" asked Maril. | |||
"I'm not sure. Most of the Husnock technology turned itself | |||
off or blew a backup relay that caused shutdown when thier | |||
people were ... " Tarrant tried to find the right word but failed. | |||
"Anyway, we should be able to reset the system and it'll come | |||
back on line." | |||
Maril pointed towards a 'charred' looking cuplink. | |||
Opening his kit, Tarrant pulled out his micro-welder and set | |||
about bypassing the link. | |||
"Look out people, I thing we might have movement..." announced. | |||
Tarrant after a few minutes. | |||
Soon after, the room and building started to rotate. As the speed | |||
slowly increased so did the lighting brightness. Eventually everything | |||
was sent 'to the walls', as the sideways gravity set in. As was usual | |||
with the Husnock, once everything was operating it ran perfectly. | |||
The gravity was not too much to force thier bodies to the floor/side, | |||
but was enough to put them solidly on thier feet. Then, all of a sudden, | |||
the computers lit up as if everything was immediately turned on | |||
at once. | |||
"Tarrant to Meleah..." | |||
There was no reply. | |||
<NRPG> | |||
Well, now we need to find our arrow to the next spot. | |||
AS for the building... I really like that ride at the fair's called the | |||
Gravitron, and that's kind of what I was thinking of, but not as | |||
extreme. With the moons diminished gravity as it is I think this | |||
might work. | |||
Although it'll be a little disconcerting lookin up and seeing | |||
the rest of the room :p | |||
Respectfully,<br> | |||
Jason<br> | |||
Commander Tirrin Vorak - XO - USS BURKE<br> | |||
Lieutenant Tarrant L. Koreth - CEO - USS FEYNMAN<br> | |||
Potest esse nur unus | |||
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Always Watch Your Back...</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Max Felsher 2-21-1997</h4> | |||
SD 90221.0120(GMT)<br> | |||
MD 5.0030<br> | |||
ST318 Mining Installation: Third Level: Corridor<br> | |||
Maril and his team of seven officers scanned | |||
the corridor they were traveling | |||
along, first for signs of life, then for other | |||
pieces of information. | |||
"The corridor walls appear to be mostly | |||
composed of multi-layered ferric | |||
compounds and several unknown polymers," CWO4 | |||
Nicodemus reported. | |||
"Wait, there appears to be a door in this section | |||
of the wall." He cleared away a | |||
thick layer of dust as Maril stepped forward. | |||
"Can we open it?" Maril asked, his voice | |||
unintentionally raising a bit in hope | |||
that they might find something. | |||
"It is possible," an engineering officer | |||
said. "Most of the base's systems are | |||
probably offline, but if we provide a constant | |||
pulse to activate whatever kind of | |||
sensor they use, we might be able to activate the | |||
door-opening sensor here." | |||
Maril nodded. "Make it so." | |||
The engineering officer pointed his tricorder | |||
at the door and seemed to use | |||
some sort of electromagnetic pulse. After a few | |||
moments of waiting, the door | |||
opened, quite surprisingly, like a door on a | |||
Federation starship. | |||
Maril put up his hand to stop anyone from | |||
entering the room. "Wait a | |||
moment. We are still at a strange base, and we do | |||
not know how the systems | |||
work. Half of you stay out here and continue to | |||
scan the hallway. The other | |||
half, come with me." | |||
The officers obeyed and the four of them | |||
walked into the room. | |||
Maril looked around. There were tables and | |||
utensils with plates. Off in | |||
another corner there was some sort of receptacle, | |||
apparently for food. It was | |||
amazing. Almost everything was exactly like it | |||
must have been when all the | |||
Husnock died. | |||
"This appears to be a mess hall," PO/1 | |||
Franklin observed. | |||
"Yes," Maril answered, almost in awe of it. | |||
"We'll walk around the room to | |||
search for clues to where a Husnock base might be, | |||
and then we'll leave. Try | |||
not to disturb anything unnecessarily." They | |||
silently walked through the room, | |||
trying to find something of value to their search. | |||
Finally, they exited, with not | |||
much more information, but a new sense of the | |||
Husnock people. | |||
"The army of Bilmaelel. Let us continue," | |||
Maril ordered calmly and quietly. | |||
They kept on walking down the hallway. Most | |||
of the rooms along the way | |||
were entered and visually searched for clues. | |||
After another hour, they had | |||
moved to a different section of the base. | |||
Suddenly, along one wall, they found a door | |||
that was locked in the open | |||
position. Maril quickly drew the team back. | |||
"We do not know what is in there, or why the | |||
door is open. Everyone, have | |||
your phaser ready. You four, stay out here and | |||
watch the hallway," Maril | |||
ordered, gesturing towards four of the officers in | |||
the group during the lasat | |||
sentence. He tapped his communicator. "Maril to | |||
Shuttlecraft 'Cochrane'. I | |||
want you to have a lock on all our signals and be | |||
able to pull us out of here at | |||
my command." | |||
There was no response. | |||
"'Cochrane', are you there?" | |||
Still, there was no response. | |||
"Well, I think we'll have to be extremely | |||
careful. Everyone, watch your | |||
back." As he said that, he stepped into the room, | |||
motioning for three other | |||
officers to come with him. | |||
Quickly, they searched the room. The room | |||
had been ransacked and many | |||
objects were on the floor, but no one remained in | |||
the room, which appeared to | |||
be an officer's quarters. | |||
"Suggestions on what happened here?" Maril | |||
said after they had regrouped | |||
in the hallway. | |||
"It is possible that someone did this just | |||
before all the Husnock died," an | |||
engineering officer said with not much confidence. | |||
"Unlikely," MCPO Pomeroy said, shaking his | |||
head mournfully, "I scanned the | |||
phaser burns made in that room. They were made by | |||
a Federation issue rifle." | |||
The sun has met the sea,<br> | |||
Commander Onta Maril,<br> | |||
First Officer, USS Feynman,<br> | |||
aka Max Felsher<br> | |||
NRPG: | |||
Well, I wonder who did this. New Grey Fleet ships | |||
angry for revenge (we did | |||
destroy or capture all of the original four, | |||
correct?)? Pirates who have acquired | |||
Federation weapons? Xanthadi who were able to get | |||
Federation rifles? I don't | |||
know. :) | |||
I'm noticing some interesting parallels between | |||
this mission and the mission of | |||
the Great Shuttle Accident. One: an away team led | |||
by the FO of the ship is | |||
exploring a base built by an extinct civilization. | |||
Two: a shuttle with the FCO | |||
and the CNS heads towards an asteroid. The | |||
shuttle is then destroyed. Three: | |||
there are two away teams once again. Of course, | |||
the next parallel would be for | |||
the Feynman to lose most of their primary systems | |||
so that they can't contact | |||
either away team. :) | |||
BTW, I've received two requests for the posts | |||
which document the Great | |||
Shuttle Accident. Anyone else want them? <g> | |||
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Xanthandi, Husnock, and Kzin... Oh my!</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by | |||
Michael "Mike" Dailey 2-23-1997</h4> | |||
SD - 90223.0030<br> | |||
MD - 4.1900<br> | |||
SCENE - Bridge of Xanthandi freighter<br> | |||
<I> | |||
> Looking around at his crew members, Jerran added, "I think we should find | |||
> out just what this ship is capable of before we do develop a problem with | |||
> our cargo."<br> | |||
</I> | |||
"Mr. Allard," Jerran called from the seat formerly occupied by the Xanthandi | |||
Commander, "Try to determine this ship's previous heading." J.C. was standing | |||
behind Loren, while the CNS did his 'Merrick' performance. | |||
"Aye, Sir." He Maneuvering towards the Ops station, J.C. stepped over a few | |||
piles of rubble and broken chunks of machinery that had been working systems | |||
in better days. The CSO still was amazed that this ship was holding itself | |||
together. Glancing at the NAV console, the ship's former helmsman had been | |||
so kind as to leave the course still entered. | |||
"Lt. Jerran, course is 177 mark 35," said J.C. He looked at Jerran and then | |||
Landers, | |||
"Straight for the Hoji system,?" asked Loren. | |||
"Right, 'Marrick'." retorted J.C. Perhaps Mr. Landers' acting abilities could | |||
come in useful in the future. | |||
"Mr. Landers, ship's status?" asked Jerran. Loren apparently found the right | |||
mode to access internal sensors, after a few wrong attempts. | |||
"SIF down to 81%, sheilds at 30%, looks like this ship was due for a maintenance | |||
check a few thousand light-years ago." reported the CNS. | |||
"Not good, but sufficient for now. Mr. Allard, same course, ahead full impulse." | |||
ordered Captain Jerran. | |||
"Aye Sir. I hope the entire Engineering Deck doesn't fall off." J.C. coaxed the | |||
intermix up, and slid the toggle bars up to 100%. He could see Loren trying not | |||
to laugh too much. | |||
"We shall have to trust our skills to hold our ship together, gentlemen." said | |||
Jerran. | |||
Submitted, | |||
Mike Dailey | |||
splatter2@qtm.net | |||
<nowiki>******** | |||
* NRPG * | |||
********</nowiki> | |||
Hello all. Just a quick one to keep moving. Joseph, you're up. Take us where | |||
you wish. Kevin, not sure what J.C. hates more 7-ft tall cats or Husnock 'bugs'... <BG> | |||
Cheers! | |||
Mike | |||
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *<br> | |||
* Lt., j.g. J.C.M. Allard CSO - USS FEYNMAN Alt.Starfleet.RPG *<br> | |||
* Lt. (Dr.) D'doj Zzawj Ckorji - OPS/20 - USS E. BLACKWELL [LOST] SILVER FLEET *<br> | |||
* Lcdr. Jordon Kabreigny CNS - USS BURKE GREEN FLEET *<br> | |||
* Lcdr. Ion Steiner L.C. - SFDOC TEAM ALPHA-1 SFDOC *<br> | |||
* Codr. Johan Baurr - COMSFDOC "All I ask is a tall ship..." *<br> | |||
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *<br> | |||
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: The Truth About Scents and Wondering Ensigns</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Kristen Gant 2-28-1997</h4> | |||
Stardate: 90228.1400<br> | |||
Scene: Jenn's Quarters<br> | |||
MD: 5.0230<br> | |||
The young ensign moved to the Ops Officer's computer terminal. She sat | |||
down quickly, "Computer, what is the FEYNMAN's current mission." | |||
"Unable to comply, this terminal is under security lock." | |||
"Damn!" she muttered. "What about the location of the Trader-Monk beamed in | |||
earlier." | |||
"Unable to comply, this terminal is under security lock." | |||
She frowned. Should she dare leaving and trying to find another terminal | |||
that might work for her? What if she ran into Sparky? Sitting her certainly | |||
wasn't helping. She did not like being under Zane's control again. Even if | |||
he didn't know who she was. | |||
Having made her decision, she walked to the door and nearly walked right | |||
into it. "Computer, open door." | |||
"Unable to comply, these quarters are under security lock." | |||
She groaned. | |||
<Is there something we can do for you Ens. Wilson.> a voice said. | |||
"Yes, you can let me out of here. Why am I a prisoner." She said irritated. | |||
<It's for your own protection. Orders of both the second officer and the | |||
Captain.> | |||
Dee turned away from the door in frustration, looking around the room. | |||
There had to be another way out of here. | |||
Scene: Bridge | |||
Krysa was still sitting at Ops, scanning for wandering raiders that might | |||
interfere in the Away Team's mission, when Dr. Glin'kharr stepped onto the | |||
bridge. She looked up at him in surprise, as it was very rare to find him | |||
there. "Doctor? Is there a problem?" Zane asked. | |||
The Doctor growled, "That's understatement. Can I see you in your ready | |||
room, Captain." He turned to Krysa, "I think you should hear this as well, | |||
Commander. This will only take a minute." | |||
Krysa looked at Zane who nodded. She stood and turned the Ops over to a | |||
young Ensign while her AOps move to take the center seat. She followed the | |||
two officers toward the Captain's ready room. | |||
Zane moved to his chair and took a seat while turning his eyes on the | |||
albino CMO. | |||
Glin'kharr didn't wait to blurt out his news. "Dee is here." | |||
Krysa froze at the name. Her eyes met Zane's as he glowered over the CMO's | |||
words. "Ens. MarDEE Wilson." He said quietly. | |||
Glin'kharr nodded. | |||
"So now what do we do?" Krysa asked, still a bit stunned. Though by now she | |||
should know better. | |||
Regards,<br> | |||
Lt. Cmdr. Krysa Jenn<br> | |||
OPS/2O, USS YORKTOWN<br> | |||
***<br> | |||
NRPG: Well, it's not the greatest, but it's out and know Zane and Krysa | |||
know Dee's here. Does she get out of Krysa's quarters .. I don't know .. | |||
depends on if the security measures were good enough .. I suspect between | |||
Krysa and Zane they probably were, but everyone can make a mistake :} | |||
Sorry it took so long to get out .. Hopefully in about 6 weeks I'll be less | |||
likely to be moaning about how yucky I feel and you won't have to wait so | |||
long for a post :} | |||
Kristen<br> | |||
<nowiki>*************************************************************</nowiki><br> | |||
.^. Kristen Gant<br> | |||
.-----' `-----. (AKA: Lt. Krysa Jenn, Ops/2O, USS FEYNMAN<br> | |||
| [##' `##] | Cmdr. Ainese Kev, XO, USS YORKTOWN<br> | |||
`---' __ `---' Capt. Gabriel Faison, CO, USS FARADAY<br> | |||
| .-' `. | Dr. Janna Swansen, CMO, USS PHOENIX<br> | |||
|' `| Ens. Roana Shan, CNS, USS SABRE<br> | |||
Cmdr. Y'lonna Dyvian, XO, USS VICTORY<br> | |||
Lt. Faith Donaven, Inst. (Camp Venture)<br> | |||
http://homepage.interaccess.com/~sgant/Kris/kris.htm<br> | |||
-<br> | |||
Kristen & Scott Gant<br> | |||
http://homepage.interaccess.com/~sgant/gant.htm<br> | http://homepage.interaccess.com/~sgant/gant.htm<br> |
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