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Just keeping things rolling
Just keeping things rolling


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-Commander Horatio Sinclair, Fleet Intelligence, BLUE FLEET<br>
-Commander Horatio Sinclair, Fleet Intelligence, BLUE FLEET<br>
-Commodore Robert Steele, Commanding, TASK FORCE ZINDERNEUF<br>
-Commodore Robert Steele, Commanding, TASK FORCE ZINDERNEUF<br>
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: The Sentry</h3>
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by
Kevin Thigpen 4-3-1997</h4>
Stardate: 90402.0138 (GMT)<br>
Scene: Underwater City<br>
MD: 6.0930<br>
The group of starfleet security officers and ever inquisitive science team
members continued to make their way through the winding labyrinth of the
underground city they had stumbled upon.
Thus far the team had made no further discoveries of life, past or
recently past, anywhere. The entire place appeared deserted with the
exception of the Xanthandi body discovered earlier.
So far the team had passed several corridors containing rooms that
appeared nearly identical. Captain Zane had surmised that they were most
likely living quarters. As the group progressed the eagerness of the
science team to proceed even further became more evident. Only with the
cautious attitude of the Captain did exploration of the city go with some
level of caution.
"Captain, stop," quietly stated Loren grabbing the CO's upper arm.
"Something's changed."
Zane, not necessarily a strong believer in the ultimate utility of
telepathic counselors obeyed quickly nevertheless. "Can you elaborate
ensign?"
"There's a new impression nearby. It seems familiar and it's very
different from the fuzziness I mentioned earlier. This is almost like a
fire that's been cordoned off from everything else. Like..like a wild
animal held at bay."
"Sir," interrupted one of the security guards holding his tricorder out
for the CO to see. "There's movement nearby, and it's definitely
humanoid."
"Alright," began Zane alerting the team, "stand ready." The tricorder
showed the new visitor approaching further down the corridor at a junction
with three other corridors.
The corridor the team was in was long and narrow. Like in the other parts
of the station, the illumination system was barely able to activate thus
giving the corridor an eerie, dim feeling. It didn't help matters that
the material used to construct the city interfered severely with
communications and tricorder scans.
To top it off, whatever was approaching the team was definitely headed to
intercept them.
Zane could feel the perspiration forming on his forehead. *So much for a
little bit of relaxing* he thought as he could feel the excitement coupled
with that familiar feeling of controlled fear build.
He felt a tug on his arm and turned to see the counselor standing next to
him. "Counselor?"
"I finally recognized the feeling, sir. It has to be Jerran. I
recognize his closed mind."
Still a little apprehensive, Zane nodded to show that he understood the
counselor's abilities, but to lower their guard now would be foolhardy.
A few seconds passed and then a few more before at the junction down the
corridor the team saw movement. Loren appeared at ease whereas the rest
of the team were definitely on edge.
Not until the figure came closer did everyone recognize the familiar form
of Lt. Jerran.
"Captain Zane, Ens. Landers. The last communique stated that your team
was on the surface."
"We discovered a system of caves on the island and after losing contact
with the ships found a energy source emanating from the caves. We went
to do a little exploring in the hopes of finding out what exactly was
going on."
Jerran nodded his head in agreement with what the CO had just said. "We
are not sure what causing the interference with ship's systems either. I
took an aquatic shuttle down to attempt to do the same as you.
Unfortunately, I have nothing further to report about this underground
city either."
Yeoman McDougal stood nearby listening absently to the exchange between
the three senior officers. The entire installation or city as they called
it made him feel uneasy. His first tour of duty on the FEYNMAN was
turning out to be more than he had originally wanted. Still, his senses
were alert as he stood several meters behind the team facing the corridor
they had just come down. Being a rearguard didn't help matters much. He
still could visually see the team, but being this far behind didn't sit
well with him. McDougal's uneasiness cost him...dearly.
The mechanical clanking of the sentry's legs were subdued enough to be
beyond the hearing threshold for the green security guard. Fortunately
for him, his death was near instantaneous.
The 8 foot tall robotic sentry turned the corner and came face to face
with McDougal who had already been detected by its sensors. The guard was
fast and managed to squeeze off a sharp piercing cry and a short phaser
blast before the sentry's gun arm came up. At such short range
McDougal was vaporized into atoms.
Increasing it's pace, the sentry set out to overtake the group of
intruders it single optic sensor saw further up the corridor. Already, it
could sense the invading program from the outside source attempting to
override its programming. The intruding program would not finish
rewriting it's subroutines before it completed what it had been originally
programmed to do.
Respectfully submitted,<br>
Kevin Thigpen<br>
[NRPG: This is just something to keep us going. Sorry about the poor
quality guys, but I've been swamped with RL lately and the stress has been
killing my creativity.]
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *<br>
* Ens. Loren Landers              *<br>
* USS FEYNMAN CNS                  *<br>
*                                  *<br>
* Commander Kweee Hwichk          *<br>
* SFDIPTF XO                      *<br>
*                                  *<br>
* Lt. Conrad Robicheaux (Ro'bo'sho)*<br>
* SFDIPTF Cultural Attache        *<br>
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *<br>
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Incoming!</h3>
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by
Andrew Catterick 4-4-1997</h4>
SD: 90404.0700<br>
MD: 6.1000<br>
Scene: Just inside underground city<br>
"Well Mr. Jerran I must say I'm happy to have you join us. Where is
the shuttle bay from here?"
Jerran pointed off to the north. "Just behind those structures
there. The thing is huge. You could probably park a corvette or two
comfortably."
"Any ships left behind?"
"A few small ones. From the looks of things I would say they were
intentionally damaged before everyone left." He looked around thoughtfully.
"You know, this architecture, could be a Romulun off-shoot perhaps even Vulcan."
Zane smiled. "Thats not the half of it. Let me show you something.
Mr. Landers, I think we should setup a command post of sorts before we go
any deeper."
"Aye sir." Loren replied as he began to set about getting everyone
into action.
Zane and Jerran walked out into the Great Hall, as everyone had
begun to call it, the captain stopped and motioned the pilot to turn and
look up. "What do you think?"
"Well this definitly explains the architecture>"
Zane nodded. "Vulcan."
Jerran shook his head slowly. "Vulcanoid yes. Vulcan? Not
necessarily. Its impossible to be sure from the face of a bronze statue.
These people, if they were in fact Vulcanoid and not just merely worshipping
them could be one of a three or four different offshoots. We'd really need
to do more investigation."
"Captain!" A voice called out from the direction of the base camp.
Its tone had Zane and Jerran instantly draw their weapons and charge back
towards the others.
The sentry had waited calmly, hidden in a nearby building for others
to come. Once the critical number had arrived they had each targetted an
intruder and moved in.
<<<NRPG>>>
I don't know why but I get the picture of a Dr. Who episode with the Dalaeks
closing in droning on 'exterminate! exterminate!
Respectfully,<br>
Andy<br>
<nowiki>---------------------------------------------------------</nowiki><br>
-Captain Zane, Commanding, USS FEYNMAN<br>
-Commander Horatio Sinclair, Fleet Intelligence, BLUE FLEET<br>
-Commodore Robert Steele, Commanding, TASK FORCE ZINDERNEUF<br>
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: A New Threat</h3>
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Melanie Pocknall 4-6-1997</h4>
SD: 90406.0454<br>
MD: 6.1245<br>
SCENE: Computer centre, Husnock base<br>
While Koreth was busy trying to work out which of his people were in danger
on the planet, Meleah and her team had been examining all they could
figuratively get their hands on in order to understand how the centre
worked. She had been in contact with Maril and Koreth, who were apparently
having similar experiences with the base actually talking to them. The more
information that her team found, the more convinced that the base would be
good to use as a base of operations. However, the question now was, would
the base let them?
Since none of the crew except the senior officers knew about that objective,
and they really weren't supposed to know much anyway, she couldn't discuss
it with anyone until she got back to the ship. But she was taking careful
note of what the base could do.
The sensors apparently automatically search for any ships in the surrounding
area, presumably because they were waiting for their masters to return to
the base. The computers also controlled the tractor beams which were
connected to the docking bays, the shields, and communications. Overall,
the computers did a lot of the work normally done by Starfleet staff. And
since it knew the area better than anyone currently in the vicinity, that
would be an asset for the Fleet.
The away team was actually finding the base quite easy to get along with.
In a way, it was like dealing with androids, except it was easier to believe
that androids were sentient because they looked that way. With the base, it
was harder to believe. The computers were giving them some instructions
(but not all) as to how they run the base, and the officers were continually
amazed at the speed of the computers and it's vast knowledge banks.
Suddenly, the base said, [Something is approaching.] On the viewscreen, it
magnified a square of space until a small ship could be seen. It magnified
it even further.
"Xanthandi," Meleah recognized. "How far is it away from the planet?"
[2 light years. There are six of them. They are on a heading towards your
ships.]
Meleah's fingers flew over the panel and discovered the computer was indeed
correct. The Xanthandi ships were on a heading for the FEYNMAN and the
other ship, the HARBRINGER, the computer had identified it as. "By my
calculations, they will be within sensor range in three minutes, and within
firing range in five."
[Are they friends of yours?] the computer asked.
"No, they are not," Meleah replied. "Lt. Meleah to the FEYNMAN."
<nowiki>--------</nowiki><br>
MD: approx 6.1255<br>
USS FEYNMAN, bridge (nrpg: I'm assuming J.C. is on the FEYNMAN)<br>
Krysa sat up in the command chair. "Jenn here."
[Cmdr, the base's sensors are picking up six Xanthandi ships within two
light years of your position.]
"How come we didn't pick this up," Krysa said, asking the bridge officers.
"They're just coming into range now," said Allard at tactical. "Six
Xanthandi ships, same class as the HARBRINGER."
"Thanks, Meleah. How well protected is the base?"
[Unknown. I assume we shall soon find out. Meleah out.]
"I believe we shall. Mr. Allard, shield status?"
"Now at 95%."
"Why only 95%?" Krysa questioned.
Allard looked down at his panel. "It appears much of the energy is being
used by the Delphi, therefore taking a little power away from the shields."
"Boost shields to maximum, and ready phaser and photon torpedoes."
"Aye, sir."
Meanwhile, M1C Lianna West looked on from her science station. She hadn't
been on the bridge before when there was a battle, and she wasn't
particularly looking forward to it now.
<nowiki>-------</nowiki><br>
On the Husnock base.....<br>
"Has anyone found the weapons control?" Meleah asked her team.
There was a small bit of silence as the team shook their heads. Apparently,
the base was still holding out on that. And if they wanted to help the
FEYNMAN, there was only one thing to do. Ask it.
<nowiki>------</nowiki><br>
NRPG:<br>
Okay, the threat that Kevin vaguely mentioned is arriving. Mike, I think
you're on the FEYNMAN with Kristen but I'm not sure. Will the base join in
the fight?
Sincerely yours,<br>
Lt Meleah, CSciO, USS FEYNMAN, Silver Fleet<br>
Melanie.<br>
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Friends and Enemies</h3>
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by
Andrew Catterick 4-9-1997</h4>
SD: 90409.0900<br>
MD: 6.1015<br>
Scene: Underground City<br>
"Ok everyone we're heading over to the shuttlebay and back to the
ship." Zane tried not to laugh at the faces of the science team who had all
taken on the 'gee, can't we stay a little longer' look as a group. "Security
will form a perimeter and we'll move as quickly as possible. Leave
everything behind that isn't easy to carry. Mr. Jerran if you could show us
the way. Ok people lets move."
As the small group began to head towards the shuttle Ensign Landers
moved to the rear to watch for any stragglers from the science team and Zane
fell into step with Jerran. "Its going to be a tight fit in the shuttle"
The pilot said, looking around at the assembled numbers.
"Good thing we're all friendly" Zane answered before becoming more
serious. "With communications down we'll have to have a a few shuttles drop
down to the surface to retrieve the rest of the team."
"I'll see to it as soon as we get back." Jerran answered, his eyes
slowly wandering in search of any stray sentries.
<nowiki>______________________________</nowiki><br>
MD: 6.1045<br>
Scene: Shuttle<br>
"...well so much for retrieving the away team." Zane said in
exasperation as Krysa finished telling him about the incoming craft. There
would only be a few moments before they arrived, certainly not enough time
to journey down to the planet and back. The away team would have to fend
for themselves. He wished he had a way to warn them. "Alright commander
I'll be aboard in a few minutes, I'm going to drop Jerran off at the
HARBRINGER first. Zane out."
Zane looked over to Jerran. "I know the transporters are dicey but
if we get close enough and use the HARBRINGER's transporter's as well...."
Jerran laughed. "I look forward to it."
<nowiki>________________________________</nowiki><br>
MD: 6.1050<br>
Scene: Bridge, USS FEYNMAN<br>
As the turbolift doors swooshed open Krysa rose from the center seat
and moved to the OPS station as Zane asked for a status report.
"The Xanthandi ships have just entered the HARBRINGER's firing
range. Jerran has started a standard DELTA-IV maneuver and I complimenting
with a ECHO-SIERRA. We should have them corner in a few seconds."
"Excellent." Zane replied trying not to get overconfident even
though the Xanthandi had yet to show any real battle acumen.
"Captain, I'm getting a communication from the moon base. Its
Commander Koreth." Lt(jg) Allard announced from his tactical station.
Zane raised an eyebrow, wondering how Koreth and managed to bypass
the communications problems. "Put him through."
[Captain, I've got someone here that would like to speak with you.]
Zane felt his curiousity picque but he did have other priorities.
"Commander I'm a little busy right now."
"Enemy craft are now in firing range." Allard announced, the
adrenalin clear in his voice.
"Helm come left to 235 mark 7. Commence firing." Zane ordered.
[I know captain. The Husnock computer has your tactical situation
on the screen down here.]
The ship shook as the first of the Xanthandi weappons made contact
with FEYNMAN's hull.
"Sheilds down to 93%. HARBRINGER has destroyed one craft." Allard
reported.
"Come to new course, 328 mark 45. Lets catch up to Lt. Jerran Mr.
Allard. The Husnock computer Commander?" Zane prodded his eyes scanning
the tactical display on his armrest console.
[Yes sir, it has chosen to reveal itself captain. Its currently
working on the subspace distortions and has already transported the away
team from the planet here to the base. It wants to help sir.]
"Firing torpedos!" Allard interjected.
"Understood. Please pass on my appreciation commander and as soon
as we've taken care of the current situation I'll be down to meet our
new....'friend' FEYNMAN out."
<<<NRPG>>>
Just tying up a few things....I'll let someone else finish the battle off.
BTW, meant to mention it before: I got the aquatic shuttle idea from Jason.
RT update: D'Maris Coffman who I'm sure you all know as CSFO has been near
unamiously elected as CINSF...which I think is great except for the fact
that she is no longer CSFO:) We are now working on who will be the new
CSFO. After that? Who knows.
Respectfully,<br>
Andy<br>
<nowiki>---------------------------------------------------------</nowiki><br>
-Captain Zane, Commanding, USS FEYNMAN<br>
-Commander Horatio Sinclair, Fleet Intelligence, BLUE FLEET<br>
-Commodore Robert Steele, Commanding, TASK FORCE ZINDERNEUF<br>
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Getting Back Into the Thick of Things</h3>
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by
Kevin Thigpen 4-11-1997</h4>
Stardate: 90410.1831<br>
Scene: Aquatic shuttle<br>
MD: 6.1040<br>
The shuttle ride up had been a tight fit, but fortunately it was
manageable. After considering staying in the underground city with those
roving sentries, the decision to crowd in Jerran's shuttle was easily
made.
Still, Loren was left with the odd feelings he had sensed within the city.
There was really no way to put into words the sensation he had in the
underground metropolis. These thoughts and others kept coming back to him
as the shuttle rose through the waters of the planet and streaked into the
dark space above.
Moments later, the shuttle pulled up alongside the FEYNMAN. Without
seconds Jerran established a short range comm linkup with the FEYNMAN to
notify them of the imminent beam over of the Captain and other
crewmembers.
"Jerran to FEYNMAN, come in."
The voice of Krysa came back over the comm unit through the crackle of the
normal interstellar radiation. ["This is the FEYNMAN. It's good to hear
from you Lt. Jerran."]
"Thanks Cmdr. I'm beaming over the Captain and several other crewmembers
now. Please stand ready to receive."
"Understood Lt., but there is a situation you should..."
Jerran had already transferred the necessary power from the shuttle's
small sublight engines to the transporter array and initiated the beam out
process. The Captain and survey team had already begun to dematerialize
from the cabin even as Lt.Cmdr. Krysa finished her statement.
"...know about."
"Apologies Cmdr., but the CO should already be over there."
There was a pause as Krysa checked with the FEYNMAN's transporter
room..."Acknowledged Lt. As I was saying, we've got six Xanthandi ships
headed our way. We're in for a mean fight. I suggest you get back to the
AVENGER."
"Aye, sir. The counselor and I are returning to the AVENGER. Coordinate
your attack patterns with me. Jerran out."
Jerran then deftly turned the nose of the shuttle toward the AVENGER.
<nowiki>____________________________________________</nowiki><br>
Scene: AVENGER shuttle bay<br>
MD: 6.1045<br>
The darkened and blurred designation numbers and letters still remained on
her saucer section against the Xanthandi's best attempts to remove them.
Jerran docked the shuttle effortlessly and before the rear door was down
bolted out heading for the turbolift and the bridge.
"Counselor, I would suggest you get down to sickbay. I believe the
medical staff down there could use an extra hand."
"Aye, sir," replied Loren.
Jerran headed down the corridor as Loren turned to head in the opposite
direction.
<nowiki>______________________________________________________</nowiki><br>
Scene: AVENGER sickbay<br>
MD: 6.1050<br>
Sickbay was in shambles. The place was staffed by two junior officers.
One was a technician and the other was a registered nurse. The position
of the full doctor was being filled by the EMH program.
"Please state the nature of the medical emergency." The calm toneless
words emanating from the Asian/American looking Terran form reminded Loren
that he wasn't at all real. Ignoring the EMH program Loren turned his
attentions to the junior officers.
The two officers snapped to attention upon seeing the young blond ensign
sidle into the room.
In his best imitation of Captain Zane, Loren began "Firstly why are there
only two of you?"
The auburn haired nurse spoke up first. "Sir more medical teams were due
here but the loss of communications put the transfers on hold. We were
the first to get over here."
"That's fine. I'm not in command down here or anything. I'm only here to
help." Gesturing towards the nurse, "Any suggestions on how we can
prepare for an upcoming battle."
She paused for moment in thought, "We'll need a mobile med team to attend
to injuries that can't get to sickbay."
"Okay..." began Loren.
"Sir, I would be best qualified for that position. With the yeoman's help
I think we can handle most any situation that arises."
"Alright then. You and the yeoman make the housecalls and I'll stay here
with the EMH doctor. Anything else?"
Both the nurse and yeoman remained quiet. Unintentionly in his best
imitiation of Captain Zane, Loren then stated, "Okay let's move people."
The nurse had more confidence than Loren had seen in most of the other
junior officers he had ever encountered. Nevertheless, he said nothing
about this as everyone set about gathering together the necessary first
aid equipment.
The two junior officers and counselor jumped
right into the job. Loren even managed to coerce the EMH doctor into
prepping sickbay to receive any major injuries. No one mentioned the more
likely reason to prep sickbay...casualities.
Just as Loren was loading a hypospray with dermal regenerator, the entire
bay shook from an explosion. *Must be pretty bad up there* thought Loren
as the ship shook once again from a direct hit.
Quickly moving over to a nearby console, Loren activated the comm feed to
the bridge so that he could hear exactly what has happening.
["Initiate a DELTA-IV manuever on my mark!...] Jerran's steady voice
could be heard over the din of alarms and popping of damaged consoles.
Another voice then quickly cut in on the sickbay's comm system.
["Crewman Tosilisk to sickbay! We have men down on deck 4. Request
medical assistance!"]
"A team is on the way Mr. Tosilisk." Loren motioned to the nurse and
technician. The two grabbed a med-pack and headed through the doors at a
sprint, leaving Loren with the EMH doctor in a, for the moment, empty
sickbay.
[SNIP]
So far the battle had been going for only a few minutes...how long exactly
Loren wasn't sure. His hands were full. The ship shook again and lights
flickered in the bay. Slowly they came back up to full power. *Four
times* Loren thought as he attempted to tabulate how many hits a MIRANDA
class cruiser could take before...
<"Hold that there. I will be right back."> The holographic doctor moved
lithely amongst the three bodies that lay in sickbay. So far they had
received two severe plasma burns and a concussion complicated with severe
lacerations from shrapnel.
The last patient was not a pretty sight. Cuts and pieces of metal still
lined her face. Fortunately the EMH doctor had the bedside manner to put
the poor woman under heavy sedation. She seemed to be resting at the
moment.
Ens. Loren Landers was attending to one of the two plasma burns. Already
the two member med team had reported several injuries they could not yet
get to. Like them Loren knew that he and the EMH doctor were soon to be
overextended as well and then there would those who would die.
Loren shook his head to rid himself of these thoughts of death. *Stay
focused* he reminded himself.
<"Here take this and move it slowly over the more serious looking
burns."> the EMH doctor ordered Loren returning from the other plasma burn
victim.
Loren peeked over his shoulder to see the plasteen sheet covering the poor
crewman.
And this time he took no notice as the AVENGER rocked from another near
hit.
Respectfully submitted,<br>
Kevin Thigpen<br>
Ens. Loren Landers<br>
USS FEYNMAN CNS<br>
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Brief Thoughts</h3>
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Kristen Gant 4-14-1997</h4>
Stardate: 90410.2025<br>
Scene: Bridge<br>
MD: 6.1130<br>
Krysa was glad to be able to sit back and relax as they moved back
toward the Husock base to check in with the away team still on the
planet. There were some parts of the job she was not fond of, and the
heat of battle was one of them. She could see the exhilaration in the
eyes of other members of the bridge crew, but she somehow never felt
that. On rare occasions she could feel the dying emotions of those
defeated by the FEYNMAN. Though it was becoming rarer the more she
learned to block the sudden bursts of emotion.
This time she was lucky. The Xanthandi did not appear to be very
telepathic and so it had been fairly easy to block. Though the loss of
life, even a life that was trying to kill you and your friends, wasn't
easy to take.
Grief and grief counseling was something that was taken very seriously
by all trained psychologists as that more then anything could be
responsible for severe mental fatigue and depression. And while Krysa
was no longer a practicing psychologist, training was something that was
impossible not to take into consideration.
As Krysa began to remodulate her sensors to watch for more signs of
hostile attacks she felt someone come up behind her.
"How's our guest doing?" The captain's voice sounded quietly behind her.
Krysa grinned, "She's not happy. And she's still demanding to see you."
She turned and looked up at the Captain. "Though I told her there was
nothing she had to hold over you any longer."
He nodded with a smile and a chuckle, and then turned back to take his
seat. "How long before we are back in transporter range of the base?"
Krysa looked at her console. "About 15 minutes, sir, at our current
speed."
"Good."
Regards,<br>
Lt.Cmdr. Krysa Jenn<br>
Ops/2O, USS FEYNMAN<br>
***<br>
NRPG: Well all here is my pathetic attempt to get back into play on the
FEYNMAN. Now that we have the cooperation of the base, I'm not sure
what's left to do, so I didn't do anything. Sorry.
Thanks to all of you who sent such nice sympathy messages. We are doing
as well as can be expected, I guess. Taking it much better this time ..
probably because this isn't the first time and because I finally feel I
have a little bit of control in finding out what the problem is. Not
that we will, of course. The medical community loves to quote,
'sometimes these things just happen'. I've heard that so much I could
scream!
At anyrate, I'm all for getting this base ready so Silver can move in.
That is the purpose right :}
Kristen
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Back To Work</h3>
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by
Kevin Thigpen 4-15-1997</h4>
Stardate: 90415.2300<br>
Scene: USS FEYNMAN CNS's office<br>
MD: 6.1145<br>
"Hi Amber," Loren greeted his ACNS in a hurried voice. Amber noted the
tinge of fatigue present as well.
Upon beaming over the FEYNMAN, Loren found there were a few minutes before
the senior staff was to meet. As any dutiful counselor who had been on
extended leave from his office he went to get brought up to date on
happenings on board the FEYNMAN.
"Well, not much to report here sir." Amber's use of rank always irked
Loren a bit. As counselor, rank was something he didn't use often with
those he worked with closely. Furthermore, it always put a bit of
distance between him and others which served to make his job harder at
times.
Of course Amber was aware of this and used 'sir' more as a joke than for
formal address with her boss Loren.
"Chief Warren wants to make an appointment again," continued Amber.
"Again? I just spoke to her before leaving on the mission. Is this about
leaving Jayce behind again?"
"I really don't know Loren. I would suspect as much. You know she loves
her little boy. Being away from him is pretty hard on her, seeing that's
the only family she has."
Smiling, "I know Amber. Put her down for the afternoon day after
tomorrow. I've got a feeling we could be pretty busy come the next few
days."
Amber continued, "Also, Crewman Dnate is still having troubling with his
dreams."
"I thought we solved that problem with some R&R on the holodeck."
Amber replied shaking her head, "Apparently not Loren. He's been coming
by just about every other day now asking to see you. Claims the holodeck
helped him for a few days but then the insomnia kicked in again. Dr.
Glin'kharr said there was no medical reason for it and sent Dnate back our
way."
It took Amber a few moments to realize her mentioning of the late
Glin'kharr stirred feelings best left undisturbed in Loren. She knew very
little of the late doctor, this being her first tour of duty aboard the
FEYNMAN.
Funny, the same thing applied to Loren, yet he felt more loss than she.
Thinking about his own feelings Loren's mind wandered to those of the rest
of the senior staff.
"I'm...uhmm..sorry Loren.." began Amber. From the look on the CNS's face
she could tell a damaged chord had been struck at the mention of
Glin'kharr's name.
"No.." shaking his head to throw off the feelings, "continue Amber. I'd
like to be brought up to speed before the meeting."
"Okay, Loren. Also, Habbakah..." Amber went on and on about the
crewmembers who for some reason or other felt they needed the services of
the ship's counselor.
Loren focused on Amber's report, mentally logging away the names mentioned
and scheduling appointments when possible, but his mind kept wandering
back to those who were feeling the most pain at the moment...the senior
staff.
Speaking with Zane had confirmed that the loss of Glin'kharr was real and
painful. All of his psychological training had suggested time...time to
forget and time to heal. But then again, Loren was never the type to
trust that training. The way he saw it, a friend wouldn't...couldn't sit
still waiting while another hurt.
"Amber," interrupted Loren as his ACNS continued down her to do list for
him, "could you do me a favor?"
Amber stopped with a somewhat quizzical look on her face. Her tour with
this counselor may have been short, but already she had come to expect the
unexpected from the man before her. "What exactly do you have in mind?"
"I want you to do some research on how Kar'llians celebrate."
"Death?..."
"No. Not specifically funeral rites or anything like that. I'm mainly
interested in how they throw parties for their loved ones. Do they
celebrate birthdays? Now if you can find info on funeral rites, that
would be good too. But I'd like to know if they have celebrations, what
do they do?"
Amber leaned back. "I see. For Glin'kharr's death?"
"Something like that Amber. I prefer to remember people as they were."
"Celebrations huh..." stated Amber reiterating her boss's request.
"You got it," replied Loren.
"I'll do what I can and you better get to that meeting Loren," reminded
Amber.
"On my way. And thanks Amber," added Loren heading for the door.
Respectfully submitted,<br>
Kevin Thigpen<br>
USS FEYNMAN CNS<br>
Ens. Loren Landers<br>
[NRPG: Felt like Loren had a little catching up to do once back onboard.
Yea, I know its a fluff post but I have yet to reach my fluff post maximum
for this month (have I?<G>). ]
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Partnership</h3>
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by
Andrew Catterick 4-16-1997</h4>
SD: 90415.1200<br>
MD: 6.1200<br>
Scene: Observation Lounge
"Commander Koreth you've probably had the most dialogue with the Husnock
computer. Are you in contact with it now?"
[Actually sir the computer is, in a manner of speaking, the base, in much
the same way the FEYNMAN computer is continually present.]
"So it is likely the computer has been monitoring this entire
conversation." Allard surmised, always watchful for any form of security
breach, no matter how small.
[I would be surprised if it wasn't.] Koreth replied.
"Is that true computer?" Zane asked.
[Yes captain, I have been monitoring your meeting. But I am capable of
'ignoring' the conversation if I am so requested. Shall I?]
"No. As I'm sure you are aware this is of great concern to you and we
welcome your input and views."
[Thank you captain.] A spark of light appeared two feet over the
conference table and split into several streams each flowing into one of the
empty chairs. The Husnock computer had transported the remaining senior
staff back to the FEYNMAN and now a new individual had joined them.
"I hope you don't mind captain but I felt a holographic projection of
myself might be more comfortable for all concerned"
"Not at all. Welcome to the FEYNMAN."
"Excuse me for asking." Meleah began as she turned to face the hologram.
"Are you sentient?"
The computer smiled. "That is a question I have often asked myself. I was
not designed to be but I was designed to learn and grow. I have surmised
that I may one day attain sentience and indeed may have already done so.
But it is a hard thing to establish. Various cultures have many
definitions. In some I would be considered so in others I would merely be a
machine with a sophisticated mimicry subroutine. Are you sentient
lieutenant?"
"I am."
"Based on what?"
"Among other things, legal rulings."
"I see. Fascinating." The hologram turned back to face Zane. "My
apologies captain. It has been sometime before I have had any sort of
interaction. I find it intoxicating."
"I understand." Zane smiled his curiosity about just what it was that was
sitting there was slowly getting the better of him. "Now that you have been
'awakened' and the mystery of the Husnock has been explained what do you
plan to do?"
"I have two main functions serving my creators and exploration. In regards
to the latter I have been programmed with certain drives that make
exploration almost a necessity."
"And yet you have spent the last fifty years nearly deactivated, not even
continuing the exploration of the planet below." Maril voiced.
"That is true. However the disappearance of the masters was unprecedented
and inexplicable. I decided not to proceed until evidence presented itself.
There was a danger that further action would limit the chances of their
return."
"Or through inaction." Allard added.
The hologram nodded in acknowledgment.
"We are explorer's ourselves and perhaps we could form a partnership of
sorts."
"From what I understand from monitoring your personnel on the base it would
seem that you are in need of more of just a simple partnership or have I
misread the situation?"
"No, our base, Starbase EPSILON, is in orbit of the planet Cait.
Political winds on the planet have made our stay on the base for much longer
unlikely."
"And you have been sent out to find a rumoured Husnock base to establish as
a new base for your fleet."
Zane nodded. "We are one of several units in search of a suitable new
home. Yes, we were sent," He waved vaguely at the assembled group,
"specifically to find this base and obviously it would have been simpler if
it was not inhabited by a sentient or near sentient being. So if we are to
utilize the base it will of course be with your permission. However, even
with your acceptance of the idea it is still only a possibility. Final
approval rests with the admiralty. It is entirely likely a more advantagous
location may be found. The inside of the sack, so close to the Xanthandi
fleet, is not the best of places."
"Your offer is certainly intriguing. I would welcome the chance to
interact with others again. It would give me a purpose. But while it is my
impression is that your Federation is a worthy organization I would need to
know more before I could give my final decision." The hologram reached out
and placed a hand on one of the computer consoles. "May I?"
"Of course."
Instantly all the computer terminals in the Observation Lounge came to
life, information flickering across the screens at an unbelievable speed.
[Bridge to Captain Zane!]
"Zane here, go ahead."
[Captain our computer banks have been comprised. Something is scanning
us. I've raised shields but it hasn't helped. We're unable to locate
the source.]
"Its alright ensign, everything is under control."
[Aye sir.] The young bridge officer didn't sound convinced.
By now the hologram had completed its scan. "I would welcome your
presence."
"That simple."
"Yes captain. It is evident from your records that we have similar goals.
It is logical that we pursue these goals together."
"Excellent! Its now up to the admiral. But even if another location is
chosen as SILVER's new base I'm sure a partnership can still be formed."
"I would look forward to it."
<nowiki>___________________________________________________________</nowiki><br>
MD: 7.0300<br>
Scene: Ready-Room<br>
"Captain's Log, supplemental.
With another mission complete FEYNMAN is on course to the edge of the 'sack'
and home. The missions, both official and unofficial, have been a complete
success. Two suitable locations have been found for a possible base for
SILVER. The planet, which I have heard some of the science staff calling
Atlantis in reference to its underwater city, has the room and the
facilities but with only a cursory exploration it is hard to tell just how
suitable it might be. Obviously before any decision could be made a more
thorough exploration would have to be conducted and of course the city's
computer and security grid would have to be deactivated. Either way the
archeologists and exo-anthropologists will be salivating at the
possibilities of getting their hands on it. It will be interesting to see
just where these Vulcanoids came from and where they went.
The Husnock base, on the other hand, offers numerous possibilities. It is
big enough to house all of SILVER with room left over, it is able to move
under its own power, it has a large spacedock, extensive research
facilities, a formidable defensive capability and of course a sophisticated
computer. It is the computer that I am sure will be the deciding factor,
either positive or negative. While the computer would be of tremendous
help on a variety of levels I do have the uncomfortable feeling that it
feels somewhat superior to us despite its stated programming desire to
serve. Perhaps a Husnock trait.
As for our unofficial mission the Xanthandi have been shown just what one
Federation destroyer can do. Hopefully the bloody nose will make them think
twice before they engage in any serious hostilities. I hope our three
sister ships have faired as well. If not, I fear there may not be a SILVER
Fleet to return to. Especially if we are evicted.
End log."
<<<NRPG>>>
Wow! 8 posts in three days! Sounds like FEYNMAN is back!
And so ends another one...
I've left room if any of you have anything to finish up. We'll be back at
EPSILON on or about MD: 10.0800.9
Mike Dawe: Well, two possibilities to choose from.
NRPG to follow.<br>
Respectfully,<br>
Andy<br>
<nowiki>---------------------------------------------------------</nowiki><br>
-Captain Zane, Commanding, USS FEYNMAN<br>
-Commander Horatio Sinclair, Fleet Intelligence, BLUE FLEET<br>
-Commodore Robert Steele, Commanding, TASK FORCE ZINDERNEUF<br>
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Eat now ... Talk Later</h3>
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Kristen Gant 4-17-1997</h4>
Stardate: 90417.1145<br>
Scene: Corridor of USS FEYNMAN<br>
MD: 7:1725<br>
Krysa was moving quickly down the corridor with only one destination in
mind and was certainly not listening for anyone to call her when she
heard her name echoing behind her, "Krysa!!"
She turned to see the FEYNMAN's counselor hurrying after her, "Wait!" he
called.
She stopped and waited, only half-heartedly, her mind still on where she
wanted to be. "Where are you going so fast. I must have called you three
times and you didn't listen."
She grinned sheepishly. "I'm sorry, Counselor, I was heading to
10-forward. Bat just called, to let me know that his Jambalaya is nearly
ready. I'd hate to miss that."
Loren nodded, "Oh really."
Krysa chuckled, "Definitely, so if you wanna talk, you gotta keep
moving." She turned and continued on her trek.
Loren grinned and moved to keep pace with her. "I take it your a big fan
of Bat's Jambalaya?"
Krysa nodded, "That I am. Not to mention I'm starving."
"Well, I wanted to talk to you about what happened on the ship while I
was on the away team. With Dr. Glin'kharr and that woman .. Dee."
Krysa halted, "You know how to ruin an appetite, Ensign."
"I'm sorry, but I really need to know what's going on. I know it's got
both you and the Captain on edge." Loren remarked.
"Not on edge, really. We've just had run ins with her before, and they
weren't pleasant. I hold her responsible for the death of my husband."
Krysa said. "And she tried to take over my mind. I thought I was going
crazy for a while. The list of her offenses is long. Dr. Glin'kharr's
death is just another in a long line, I'm afraid."
"But it effects this ship particularly."
Krysa began moving again, though at a slower pace, "I know."
Loren waited as Krysa remained silent. He could feel the turmoil in her
emotions and thought it best to let them settle a bit before digging any
deeper.
Just as they reached 10-forward she stopped, "I think you're right. We
do need to tell you what happened. But I do think it needs to wait
until after the Jambalaya. I'll talk better on a full stomach."
Loren smiled understandingly, "Okay." Krysa turned to enter 10-forward
and Loren caught her arm. "By the way, what *is* Jambalya?"
Krysa laughed, "It's wonderful! You'll love it .." She paused, a light
frown resting on her lips, "I just hope Bat didn't use too much chili
powder .."
Regards,<br>
Lt. Cmdr. Krysa Jenn<br>
OPS/2O, USS FEYNMAN<br>
***<br>
NRPG: I love fluff posts :} So anyone who wants to join us for some chow
in 10-Forward feel free. Kevin, I hope you don't mind me dragging Loren
around :}
Kristen
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: News From Home</h3>
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by
Andrew Catterick 4-17-1997</h4>
SD: 90417.1000<br>
MD: 7.1730<br>
Scene: 10-Forward<br>
"Well you look like your having a good day." Bat said as Zane dropped
into a chair joining Krysa and Loren.
The captain tilted his head toward the table and rubbed the back of his
neck under his right ear. "No, not really, just got hit with a lot."
Bat raised a finger. "Hold that thought." With that he almost ran off
to the bar. In less than a minute he was back with food and drink for
Zane and himself. The captain looked down at the bowties. "What makes
you think I want this?"
Bat shrugged as he dove into to his own pasta. "Today’s special.
Enjoy!" He leaned forward. "Now you were saying."
"C’mon captain" Krysa chided Zane playful. "Can’t keep good gossip
from Bat."
Zane looked over at Krysa’s dish and involuntarily shuddered. He’d had
bad experiences with Jambalya. "Well its not so much gossip as news.
We just received a standard update from Fleet and as Onta said when I
filled him in ‘It is like tidinds from a collector."
Bat rolled his eyes and Krysa and Jenn and Landers chuckled. "You know
I think he makes these metaphors up sometimes. He knows I can’t seem to
get my mind around them."
"Anyways, you we’re saying." Bat prodded.
Zane took a sip of his Auxerois before beginning. "Major shakeup back
home. To begin with we got the boot. Caitan ambassador dropped by to
deliver the eviction notice personally. That’s a conversation I would
have liked to have heard."
"How soon?" Landers asked.
"Soon." Zane answered as he pulled apart a roll and began to butter
it.
"Well at least we can give the admiral a couple of options for a new
home."
"True." Zane didn’t sound to cheerful about the idea and Loren pointed
it out. "I don’t know. There is something about that computer. I
just can’t put my finger on it."
"Well it tried its best to emulate us but it is still a Husnock
creation. Perhaps its as simple as that."
"Perhaps. But its up to the admiral to decide. I can’t even begin to
picture a whole base full of people and equipment moving. I don’t envy
the admiral that task at all. Right now I’m glad we’re only a small
destroyer. We might get convoy duty but at least we won’t have to deal
with an influx of material."
Bat smiled wickedly. "I’ll bet the QM will being having a great time."
Krysa laughed. "Poor Jerran might get away with his shuttle problems
this time."
"Or feel Commander Branno’s wrath in full." Zane added.
"Let’s get back on track. There’s got to me more going on than our
eviction. Besides we new that was coming."
"SILVER is splitting up into two taskforces." That caught their
attention. "They’ve been throwing around the idea for a year or so now
and its finally going to happen. ZINDERNEUF is obviously going to be
the secondary base, and the new Task Force CO is now on EPSILON." He
looked over to Bat. "your going to love this one."
"Who is it?" Bat asked with a mixture of anticipation and dread.
"One Commodore Robert Steele." Zane answered as he finished the last
of his wine and motioned for one of the servers to bring him another.
"Bob Steele! How the hell did that pompous, self-important,
egotistical…." He searched for the proper word. "….blowhard get tapped
for that."
"C’mon Bat you know he is an outstanding officer. Just because you
don’t like each other…"
"Who’s Commodore Steele?" Loren asked.
"He is, was I guess, a captain in the deepspace exploration fleet and
had been out well beyond the edge of explored space for several years.
Six or seven years ago there was a group at HQ who lobbied to have a
long-range exploration fleet based around Starfleet’s early days when
the CONSTITUTION explorer’s use to be sent out on 5 year missions where
they were pretty much on their own. Starfleet Command never authorized
the creation of an entire fleet but they did detach a few heavy cruisers
for the job. Bob Steele was lucky enough to get tapped for one. He’d
always had a strong career but the success of his five year mission
really gave him a boost. And," he continued, "when he first started
out in security he was under Bat’s command on the REPULSE. They didn’t
get a long very well."
"That’s an understatement." Bat replied darkly. "I don’t suppose you
know which TF FEYNMAN will be assigned to."
Zane shook his head. "No, not yet."
"Well, with all the stuff that happens to this ship I can’t see the
admiral ever letting it out of his sight."
"You never know." Zane answered thoughtfully.
<<<NRPG>>>
Never one to pass up a fluff post or add in a little foreshadowing
character stuff:)
Well, I downloaded Netscape 3 and am using its mailer. If you received
this then I guess I configured everything properly. Is there anyway to
cut n paste entire mailing lists into the address book? I was stuck
with recreating the lists one address at a time:(
Respectfully,<br>
Andy<br>
<nowiki>-----------------------------------------------------------</nowiki><br>
-Captain Zane, Commanding, USS FEYNMAN<br>
-Commander Horatio Sinclair, Fleet Intelligence, BLUE FLEET<br>
-Commodore Robert Steele, Commanding, TASK FORCE ZINDERNEUF<br>
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: What Up In Science...</h3>
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Melanie Pocknall 4-17-1997</h4>
SD: 90417.0435<br>
MD: 9.0800<br>
SCENE: Science Lab 7<br>
Meleah and Nali sat at the table in the middle of the room, both with a
PADD in hand. They were reviewing the mission in terms of the science
department. Things had gone very well, and the computer experts were
pleased to have had a firsthand look at the Husnock computers. All members
of the away team had aquitted themselves well, and many new things had been
learnt.
There were going to be several promotions at the end of the mission,
provided Zane and Maril approved. These promotions would be mostly among
those with the rank of CPO, however there were a few hugher-ranked enlisted
officers who would be promoted due to their good work on the mission.
"We'll be losing Midshipman Bergmann when we reach Epsilon," Nali
commented, "And picking up two new cadets. I recommend we assign one cadet
to each department."
"Agreed. And we will be losing Ens' Hillary and Kirkwood also.
Recommendations for promotion to their positions?"
"Chief Manning has performed well in the Social Sciences. I believe she
will be capable of handling that department."
Meleah made a note on her pad. "And for Biological Science 2?"
"Warrant Officer Merrick is the current XO of BS1. I believe he could
handle the CO position, and Jazz will keep an eye on him anyway. He'd need
to be promoted though, before he could hold the position."
"Agreed. His work has been outstanding. I will recommend he be promoted,"
Meleah stated, pressing more buttons on the PADD. "We will need
replacement officers for them."
"Already in the works." Nali was unusually good in keeping up with
personnel appointments. "We're also getting a trial department -
Mathematics and Logic. We'll take aboard one officer and six crew for that
department at Epsilon."
"I have heard about that department. They may come in useful."
After a few more minutes discussion, Nali asked, "So what are you going to
do when we reach Epsilon?"
Meleah gave the question some consideration. "I will greet Cadence. Then
I do not know what I will do." She paused. "And you?"
"Go shopping," Nali said with a smile.
"Tell me, why do humans enjoy shopping?"
"Because it's fun! You go around lots of shops, try on clothes but don't
necessarily buy them, and have a great time!"
"Ah," Meleah replied. "I wonder whether Commander Jenn will be doing so
when we reach the base?" At Nali's raised eyebrow, Meleah continued,
"Krysa and I went shopping just before Christmas. We somehow ended up at
the Wall, where several other senior officers were in attendance, and there
was a fight in progress."
"Sounds like fun!" Nali had heard the rumours about what happened at 'The
Wall' on the last shore leave, where the stories had the Captain being
arrested and put in Epsilon's brig to several angry Klingons descending on
the group, and the senior FEYNMAN officers fighting them off without any
help from the other patrons. However, the person starting the rumours was
known for his frequent visits to the 'Wall' when the FEYNMAN was docked.
"It was an interesting experience," Meleah said neutrally. "However, I
believe Security will now know the Captain, and will not detain him again."
Nali stored that piece of information away but she wasn't a gossip, and
anyway, the brawl was old news.
"Oh, I forgot to mention," Nali brought up, "Next mission will be my last
with the FEYNMAN."
"Why?"
"I've been offered the position of Chief Science Officer on the USS LINCOLN
but it won't be commissioned for some time yet, so I've been told that I'll
be staying on the FEYNMAN for the next mission. So you'll need to find a
new assistant."
"Do you have any recommendations from among the staff?"
"Probably Kentin. He's the most experienced officer, and I don't think
Loth would be agreeable working so closely to you." In fact, the
Tellarite's attitude towards Meleah had almost been downright rude,
especially since she won the medal for scientific acheivement.
"I have noticed that he seems to be in a disagreeable mood."
"Mmm," was all Nali said about that. "Oh, we've had a request from Lianna
as to what she'll do after the next mission. She wishes to come back here
after graduation. Her work has been exemplarary."
"I will put in a request for her, then. Is that all?"
"I think so. There's a post-mission party in 10-f tonight, if you want to
go."
"I will be there," Meleah said, as Nali got up to leave.
--------
NRPG:
Well, it's that time again. What trouble can the crew get up to on Epsilon
this time?? All we need to do is keep a few trouble-prone officers out of
the 'Wall' and we should be fine <VVVBG>.
Exactly how many shuttles did the FEYNMAN lose on this mission?? <VVBG>
Sincerely yours,
Lt Meleah<br>
Chief Science Officer, RDMMS<br>
USS FEYNMAN, Silver Fleet<br>
Melanie
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: A Day In the Life</h3>
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by
Kevin Thigpen 4-18-1997</h4>
Stardate: 90418.1452<br>
Scene: Ten-Forward<br>
MD: 7.1730<br>
<nowiki>*How had Maril once said it? The burning of Shandrisan?*</nowiki> Something like
that was happening in Loren's mouth as he dutifully shoveled in another
spoonful of the jambalaya.
The other officers seemed less disturbed by the amount of spices Bat had
opted to use in his dish. Zane as usual, ate as if it were his first meal
of the day, but retained that aura of regality reserved for Captains of
starships somehow. Krysa also seemed less bothered by the mixture.
Jerran who had just approached the bar actually requested more spices in
the dish after polishing off his first. *Unbelievable* Loren contemplated
as he drained his glass again.
"Hanging in there Ensign?" queried Bat.
"Uhmm..." began Loren between flashes of heat in his mouth, "yea. It's
different," finished Loren blinking his eyes to prevent everyone from
seeing the tears welling up behind his eyes from bursting forth. Back on
Qo'nos spices like these were rarely used to cover up the taste of one's
food. All in all the experience was...interesting.
After finishing up his plate, Loren listened attentively to the Captain
continue about the EPSILON move as well as Bat's ravings about the new
CO of the ZINDERNEUF task force being among many things an ass.
Finally Jerran mentioned something about getting back to the station. *A
little R&R could do me some good as well* Loren thought.
"Well, Loren. What did you think of your first mission out of the
Academy?" posed Krsya.
"Let's see. I gained valuable diplomatic experience with another culture,
namely the nanites; got to impersonate a rogue trader; got shot at by
Xanthandi and attack drones; and explored a heretofore unexplored
underwater city which could be our fleet's next home. I think I'm going
to apply for a security position. It might be much safer."
Loren's comments gained a round of laughs and even a slight smile from
Jerran and his friend, Stark.
["Crewman Pierce to Ens. Landers."] Loren's comm badge interrupted the
good natured humor being passed amongst the assembled senior staff.
Lightly tapping the pin Loren replied, "Landers here."
["Sir, we have a comm message here from a Delores Dannon on SB EPSILON for
you."]
"Good. I'm on my way. Landers out."
"Problems Ensign?" asked Zane as Loren stood to go.
"Oh, no sir! I asked Ms. Dannon to keep an eye out for any problems with
the temporary foster parents for the children of the FEYNMAN that we left
behind. She's probably curious as to when we will be returning seeing as
how the station is probably in a mess with the imminent move."
Loren then took his leave of his fellow crewmembers.
Respectfully submitted,<br>
Kevin Thigpen<br>
Ens. Loren Landers<br>
USS FEYNMAN CNS<br>
[NRPG: So! Who's up for another round of pysche evaluations! Just
kidding... Also, if there are any objections to having children on the
FEYNMAN, please let me know. We don't have to go forward with the idea if
you guys don't like it.]
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Never Play Poker With A Telepath...</h3>
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by
Michael "Mike" Dailey 4-25-1997</h4>
SD: 90425.1100<br>
MD: 7.2215<br>
SCENE - Deck 5, Cabin 735 CSO's quarters<br>
'Below Decks'<br>
"I can't afford this," said MCPO Larocque as he tossed his pair of
fours into the mound of cards and chips in the centre of the table.
"I fold," he turned to SCPO Alex Tamarov. The security XO contemplated
his hand, and the meagre few chips he had left,
"Too rich for my blood, guys." and likewise folded. That left J.C.
facing the Counsellor, Loren Landers. The CSO eyed his cards, a full
house of 10's and Jacks was a decent hand, actually one of the finest
of the evening. The chip pile before him, however, had gradually
disintegrated to almost nothingness, most of which ended in the
commendable stack in front of Loren.
Seizing up a calculated number of chips, Loren put on the poker-face
that had nearly washed out each player that night.
"I raise you 100, J.C." the smugness was not quite overflowing in his
tone, since the Counsellor knew that was exactly the amount J.C. had
remaining. His hand tenderly prodded the chips into the centre,
"Here's your 100, and I call," said J.C. "Let's see what you have".
J.C. completely held his confidence, it was not common to beat a high-full
house. But this was not the case, as four queens stared back at him from
Loren's hand, wiping away his game for the night. Loren eagerly scooped
the pot towards him, glowing with pride.
"Thank you, one and all. It's been a most enjoyable game." Earlier in the
evening when they had started playing, the FEYNMAN's notable barkeep, Bat
Durensten had joined their party. After playing a few hands, the results of
which he would rather not discuss, excused himself from the company of J.C.,
Loren, and the senior NCO's,
Mike Larocque rose from his chair, "Counsellor, I don't know when I've had
SO MUCH fun," he rolled his eyes in mocking exaggeration.
"I do, I think the last time I did an inventory in the Armoury! said Alex
Tamarov. Still glowing, Loren beamed,
"We should make this a habit, a sort of tradition after every mission." Alex
and Mike looked at one another, and said in unison, "Transfer time", a chorus
of laughter followed, and Mr. Laroque excused himself, as did the champion of
the evening,
"Well, Loren. I'll certainly let you know the next time I want to loose a
months' pay." mumbled J.C., with his best 'hurt-puppy' look.
"Anytime, my friend. Anytime." Loren neatly stacked the latinum strips and
shoved them into his pocket.
"Say, Loren. I was thinking..."
"Uh-oh. I hate it when you do that.." taunted Loren. Alex coughed loudly
to muffle his laughter, as J.C.'s playful punch landed on Loren's shoulder.
"ANYWAY," continued J.C. "I was thinking of venturing down to Cait tomorrow
once we dock and the 'old man' cuts us loose." J.C. replaced the cards and
chips into the oak storage box, and slid it into his deck drawer. "I've never
been on-planet, and with the evacuation, EPSILON will be a hectic mess."
"We should probably shed these," Loren gestured to his uniform.
"I was thinking the same thing. Sound good to you?" asked J.C.
<K.T. - honest, we won't get into trouble... much. You game?>
Both security officers said their respective good-nights to Mr. Landers,
and Alex cleared his throat,
"Well, J.C. so ends my tenure on the FEYNMAN." said Alex. "After tomorrow
at least. I..." J.C. held up his hand to halt Alex from going any
further.
"No, Alex. Don't." J.C. sat on the edge of his desk. "Let's go down
to 10-F. Bat has some 'special' vintage stuff that's not replicated
synthahol. Wait to say your good-bye's after we've killed a bottle."
Alex got up,
"Sounds good to me." They left for Bat's domain, J.C. pondering to himself,
<nowiki>*I'm not only loosing my second in command, but a good friend. He will
come out of OCS and officer.*</nowiki> He suddenly dreaded the task of breaking-in
a replacement.
Submitted,<br>
Mike Dailey<br>
splatter2@qtm.net<br>
<nowiki>********
* NRPG *
********</nowiki>
OH NO! No more Wall!!!! Can we bam it into a cargo deck or something??
BTW - J.C. HATES cats... this should be fun. ;)
<br>
Cheers!
Mike D.
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= Lt., j.g. J.C.M. Allard CSO USS FEYNMAN Alt.Starfleet.RPG =<br>
+ Lt. [Dr.] D'doj Zzawj Ckorji - UNASSIGNED SILVER FLEET    +<br>
= Lcdr. Jordon Kabreigny CNS USS BURKE GREEN FLEET          =<br>
+ Lcdr. Ion Steiner L.C. SFDITF TEAM ALPHA-1 SFDITF        +<br>
= Capt. Johan Bauer COMSFDITF "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: Almost To Shore Leave</h3>
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Kristen Gant 4-25-1997</h4>
Stardate: 90425.1607<br>
Scene: 10-Forward<br>
MD: 7.1810<br>
The captain had just excused himself and left 10-forward, and Krysa
thought perhaps she should head out as well. It would be a good idea to
send some of her personal messages home before they arrived at Epsilon,
as there was really no telling what they would find when they arrived
there. She stood and waved to the two Bajoran pilots.
"I should be going as well," she said with a smile.
"Krysa? Only four helpings? Are you feeling all right?" Jerran asked in
mock shock.
"It was only three, and besides I may want to save room for something
for later."
"I don't know, Krysa. Is 'saving room' ever a problem with you."
She shook her head, and chuckled "No, not very often. However, if you'll
excuse me I have plans for the night."
Jerran grinned, "Hopefully not alone."
Krysa just raised an eyebrow and smiled playfully. "Good-bye boys," she
said before turning and leaving.
***<br>
MD: 7.2210<br>
Krysa re-read her letter to her parents. It would have to do. In many
ways it was probably a good thing that there would be no way for them to
contact her while they were at what was left of Epsilon. Communication
traffic was limited to only those related to the actual evacuation of
the base. Her father's usual diplomatic channels wouldn't even work for
him this time.
At least this way she would not have to deal with her father's questions
into her personal life. She had decided after all, to mention to them
that she was seeing someone, mostly as an attempt to curb any idea's her
father may have had to try and remedy her widowhood. At least in a
letter the barrage of questions would at least be bearable. Over a comm
link they would be nearly intolerable.
She smiled as she hit the send button, then looked up at the clock and
wondered why he was late. It certainly wasn't like Zane to be late ..
"Computer, location of Captain Zane."
<Captain Zane is in 10-forward.>
Krysa grinned, 'well, that figured.' But there was no way she was going
to sit in her quarters and wait for him. She didn't believe in that sort
of thing. However, just like the old earth proverb said about Mohammed
.. she would go and search him out.
***
>"Krysa, I'm sorry but this can't wait. I've got to contact EPSILON
right away."
>"I understand. Besides," She said with a grin. "that means more
chocolate mousse for me."
She'd barely noticed Tarrant slipping out, as Zane gave his apologies.
She, of course put on an understanding face as Zane too slipped away,
first giving her a light kiss of consolation. Then she sighed, "Life on
a starship," she murmured ruefully.
Then she opened the basket and took a deep breath full of the aroma of
the rich Thalian chocolate mousse. Picking up a spoon she dug it deep
into the middle.
***<br>
MD: 9.1930<br>
Scene: 10-Forward<br>
Krysa grabbed Terel's hand, and pulled him up. "It's a party, and I'm
not sitting here and listening to you gab on about your wonder maneuvers
with Stark any longer. Come and dance with me."
"I'm not big on dancing." Jerran protested.
"Well, Lt.," she grinned, "Until someone better comes along .."
"Hey, I am the best," he chuckled, and wrapped an arm around her waist,
"Very well, Commander, but remember I warned you."
Krysa laughed and happily began to dance with the FCO. The band made up
of several of the FEYNMAN crew, including Lt. Meleah and Lt. Koroth was
wonderful and she was having a wonderful time. There was only one thing
she could think of to make it better ..
.. and once he walked in, he wasn't hard to miss. Her eyes lit on his
tall frame and she smiled and waved. Jerran turned to see who she was
waving at. He chuckled, "I think something better just walked in." Krysa
looked an him with a raised eyebrow, and he laughed again, "By the way,
you do that eyebrow thing quite well."
"I've been watching you far too long," she teased.
He released her from his embrace and out his arm, "Shall we?"
She nodded with a smile and they headed over to where the Captain had
moved to chat with a table of his crew. "Excuse me, sir." Jerran, said
getting Zane's attention, "I believe the next dance is yours."
Regards,<br>
Lt.Cmdr. Krysa Jenn<br>
OPS/2O, USS FEYNMAN<br>
***
NRPG: I do believe Melanie mentioned a post-mission party in her last
post. And Krysa is never one to miss a party. Nor a chance to dance :}
At any rate, this is the day before we dock at wherever it is we are
docking :) So I'm not quite caught up there.. but this was a fun start :)
Kristen
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: BrOT, First Section</h3>
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Max Felsher 4-28-1997</h4>
SD 90428.0300(GMT)<br>
SLD 4.1800 (SLD 1.0800=MD 11.0800)<br>
Holodeck 3<br>
Maril tapped a few commands into his PADD and
looked up as Ensign
Landers stepped in. The Counselor stopped and
stood at attention about two
meters away from Maril.
"At ease, Ensign," Maril said sharply.
Landers slackened slightly, but
remained rather stiff. "The Bridge Officer's Test
consists of four sections: Helm,
Ops, Tactical, and Command. The Command section
represents 40% of the test;
the other three sections comprise 20% each. To
pass, you will need a composite
score of 90%. I will grade each section
individually. You will be notified of the
results of the test after the entire test is
completed, not before. Understood?"
"Understood, sir," Landers answered.
"Good." A small smile passed across Maril's
face, but it was so quick and so
small that it was hardly noticeable. "Computer,
initiate Bridge Officer's Test,
Section: Operations."
A few seconds later, the black and yellow
grid of the holodeck had been
replaced by the bridge of the Feynman, with all of
its officers on it except for
Jenn, who had been replaced by Landers at Ops.
The real Maril was masked by
the holodeck, but a holographic representation of
him sat in the first officer's
chair.
Landers had hardly looked over the Ops
console and determined which
sections did what when Allard announced, "Sir, I'm
picking up a distress call
from a Federation base on Sierra III. They say
they've been attacked by
Cardassian warships. They have several injuries,
and they say their weapons
are not able to defend them."
The holographic Maril turned to his small
console. "The Sierra system is only
eleven light-years from Cardassian territory.
Sierra III has an atmosphere of
violent storms which are over 450 kilometers
deep."
"Can we beam through it?" the holo-Zane
asked.
"We should be able to, sir, but it will be
extremely risky," Meleah replied.
"Are there any ships closer to the colony?"
Zane said.
Maril turned back to his console. "No. The
Pearson is over twenty-five hours
away at Warp 9. The Regent is more than four days
away at Warp 9. At Warp
9, we can make it to the colony within thirty
minutes."
Zane nodded. "Mr. Jerran, set course for the
Sierra system, Warp 9."
"Course already laid in, sir."
"Engage. Mr. Landers, prepare for the beamup
of several injured civilians
and officers. Tell Sickbay to get ready to set up
triage centers in the shuttlebays
and cargo bays, if necessary. Mr. Allard, shields
up, weapons armed, get us
ready to fight if we need to."
"Aye, sir," Landers and the holographic
images of Jerran and Allard
answered.
Almost half an hour later, Jerran said,
"We're nearing the Sierra system."
"Slow to impulse speed. Report, Mr. Allard,"
Zane ordered crisply.
"Sensors are picking up one Cardassian
warship. It is in a low orbit of Sierra
III, bombarding the colony. It looks like it's
noticed us, but it's continuing to
attack the colony."
The holo-Zane nodded. "Okay, we're going to
try a very unorthodox
maneuver. Mr. Jerran, I want you to make a small
warp jump to a point 3
kilometers away from the Cardassian ship. Make
sure we're pointed towards
the ship. Mr. Allard, the moment we come out of
warp, I want you to fire all
available phasers and photon torpedoes. Don't
wait for a lock. Just fire straight
ahead."
After a few seconds of adjusting controls,
Jerran reported, "Sir, I've got the
course laid in. We'll make a quick jump to Warp
1, then make a full stop,
pointed toward the Cardassian warship and 3
kilometers away."
"Good. Mr. Allard, are you ready?" Zane
asked.
"Ready as ever, sir."
"Alright, engage warp drive...now!"
Jerran engaged the warp engine, sending the
holo-Feynman lurching toward
the fictional Sierra III and the nonexistent
Cardassian ship. Seconds later,
phasers and photon torpedoes were fired, but they
did not exist.
"Direct hits, sir!" Allard cried. "Their
shields are almost nonexistent, and
we've knocked out their weapons systems! They're
leaving, at full impulse!"
"They'll be back, Lieutenant, don't you
worry," Zane said calmly. "Mr.
Landers, you may have less than two hours to get
all the injured aboard and/or
treated. Make plans with Sickbay and whatever
departments you need to."
The sun has met the sea,<br>
Commander Onta Maril,<br>
First Officer, USS Feynman,<br>
aka Max Felsher<br>
NRPG:
So begins the BrOT! Kevin, just resolve (either
positively or negatively) the
situation in your next post, and I'll give you the
next section. BTW, Command
will be last.
MDailey
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