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* Codr. Johan Baurr - COMSFDOC "All I ask is a tall ship..."            *<br>  
* Codr. Johan Baurr - COMSFDOC "All I ask is a tall ship..."            *<br>  
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<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>
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<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>
MDailey
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