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USS FEYNMAN: Arrival/The Party

by Melanie Pocknall 5-2-1997

SD: 90502.0503
MD: 7.2000
SCENE: Main shuttlebay

Anxious parents were crowded into the shuttlebay, awaiting the arrival of their children. Although the mission had not been long, they had missed their children dreadfully.

Among the expectant parents was Meleah. She stood back from the others, trying to work out the emotions displayed by them. She could see that they all seemed to be overjoyed, displaying large smiles, and chattering amongst themselves. She wondered why it was that parents missed their children so much. It was definitely a human emotion that Meleah was yet to fully understand, although she was close. She had found that her quarters had not seemed so lively without Cadence in them. There had been no-one to greet her when she got off-duty, and that was something Meleah had grown used to. *Perhaps*, she thought, *this means that I missed her.* This thought pleased her but she didn't have a lot of time to dwell on it as the shuttle finally arrived and the children started pouring out of the hatchway.

A blur of blue ran out of the shuttle, heading straight for Meleah. As soon as Cadence reached her, she flung herself upon Meleah, crying "Aunty Mellie!!" Similar cries could be heard by the other children to their parents. "Guess what I've been doing?"

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MD: 9.1900
SCENE: 10-Forward

After two days of catching up with Cadence, Meleah decided it might be a good idea to take her to the party in 10-Forward. So Cadence, all nicely dressed up, accompanied Meleah to 10-Forward, where the former was admired by various crew members. However, when Cadence saw Jerran, she bolted from Meleah's side over to where he stood.

She tugged on his clothes, and said, "Hello."

<Joseph?>

Meanwhile, seeing that Cadence was in good hands, Meleah made her way over to where the band was setting up. Tarrant was already there, tuning up his violin. Meleah sat down beside him and proceeded to tune hers.

As soon as the music started, there were a few people who got up and danced. Somehow, Cadence even got Jerran to dance with her. After a while, Meleah noticed Krysa dancing with Jerran, and then with Zane. The way that the Captain and the Cmdr were dancing suggested to Meleah a style that was quite intimate...

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NRPG:

Just establishing that Meleah's at the party with the little whirlwind called Cadence.

Sincerely yours,
Lt Meleah
Chief Science Officer, RDMMS
USS FEYNMAN, Silver Fleet

Melanie

USS FEYNMAN: A Funny Thing Happened To Us On Cait...

by Michael "Mike" Dailey 5-2-1997

SD: 90502.2130
SCENE: Cait, capitol city. In a casino-club a few blocks from the Federation Consulate

> "Ohhh...you're not leaving already." Ma'reth spoke into Loren's ear as
> the last of his winnings made it's way into his pockets.
>
> "Still lots to see around here. Don't want to miss a thing," stated Loren
> in return. The Orion smiled and for a moment seemed to captivate Loren
> with her sensuality. Round hips, and a more than ample frame, not too
> large nor small.
>
> "Trust me, you won't miss...a thing," she said seductively as she leaned
> forward, closer to his face.
>
> "Come on Loren!" Allard's sharp voice rang out of the mixtures of noises
> that seemed to fill the room. J.C. had noticed the Nausicans standing at
> the rear of the room conversing and glancing ever so quickly in Loren's
> direction as the Counsellor's winning streak became more and more obvious.
> He had also seen the same beautiful Orion girl speaking to them as they
> entered the establishment. For now, their interest in the FEYNMAN officers
> was casual. Hopefully, that wouldn't change.
>
> Loren was dully aware of a slight throbbing in his head, but reached for his
> bottle and devoured the last drop of real, non-synthahol Jack Daniels, dated
> 2263. He considered the merits of staying and leaving, but choose to stay.

Together J.C. and Tarrant maneuvered over to the swaying form of Ens. Landers, wrapped in the snug embrace of the Orion ‘Entertainment’ Director. Each seized one of the doleful Counsellors’ arms, attempting to liberate him from captivity, much to his disappointment. At first, J.C. was not quite sure who resisted more, Ma'reth or Loren. *Ah, more fuel to grill you with, Loren. I'll save this for a rainy day.* thought J.C.

Ma'reth finally gave up and lost interest in Loren, who slumped happily into a nearby chair. Far from defeated, mere seconds passed before she sauntered over to Tarrant Koreth. Focusing her powers on the FEYNMAN CEO, she threw her arms around the Klingon’s torso. J.C. unsuccessfully tried to hide a few snickering laughs,

“What’s your hurry, boys?” asked the Mistress. “Especially you, Mr. Klingon”.She kneaded her green hands over Taraent’s shoulders. Bringing her mouth to his ear, she whispered inaudible words to that only he could hear.

“Seems you have your hands, er... full, <snicker>.“ J.C. motioned to the Counsellor, “Come on, Loren. Perhaps we should leave Tarrant and his..er friend alone.” Loren stood, reached for his glass, empty for quite some time now. Unhappily he set it back down, looking for a refill.

“How about ‘nother round Justin? MY TREAT.” Loren stood, and reached inside his jacket for a few strip of latinum, but began to loose balance. Tottering a bit himself, J.C. braced the Counsellor upright, so as not to become horizontal.

“PERHAPS you two would like to WALK back up to the FEYNMAN”, growled the CEO. The mistress released her hold on Tarrant,

“You’re too loud,” said Ma'reth. Dismayed for a few seconds, she turned to direct her energies toward the last of the trio, J.C. Allard. Still supporting Loren from becoming a fixture of the floor, all while tottering a bit himself, J.C. tensed as the seductress ran her long fingers through the CSO’s short trimmed hair.

“Justin, <snicker>“ said Loren, “I didn’t think she was your type.” She nudged Loren back into the chair, landing with a thud. Tarrant took amused note of J.C.’s misfortune, but decided to help, after a few minutes of torture. Taking hold of her hands, the Klingon removed J.C. from her grasp. Not ready to give up, she ignored Tarrant and tried to scoop up the CSO again. Tarrant brought Ma'reth's arm up behind her, causing her to struggle and throw quite a tantrum.

“Leave me be!” roared J.C. “I don’t want any of your...” he stopped as his eyes rested again on two Nausician ‘employees’ of the fine establishment, apparently angered that someone had mishandled their co-worker. "I hate to break up this party," said J.C. pointing to the Nausicians, "but it's time to leave. NOW!" He propelled Loren towards the front doors, trailing right behind. Looking back, he saw Tarrant had set Ma'reth into a chair and was on his way.

"Let's make our way back to the Federation Consulate, and beam back up to the FEYNMAN.” said Koreth.

“You’re right,” agreed J.C. “We should probably avoid EPSILON.” The set off walking the main commerce centre of Cait’s capitol city, but only made it a few steps as J.C. halted, grabbing his comrades’ arms to stop them.

“Look across the street,” said J.C. “Coming this way” He looked towards the pair of Marine MP’s, with MK-VII rifles in hand. Both were typical grunt Marines, a lot of pride, and very full of themselves, though J.C. The senior of the two, a MSGT, had the cocky attitude of a recruiting poster Marine. His partner, a short, stocky PFC. Both wore the black armbands with the bold white MP letters showing.

"Now the Nausicans won't follow," said Loren. They were safe from the locals, for now.

"Halt! You three, stand to!" bellowed the MSGT. J.C. laughed to himself for a second. Tarrant, Loren, and himself WERE officers. Inter-service rivalry was far from a thing of centuies past. He glanced at Koreth, who nodded approval. They reached for their respective ID cases, J.C. noticed the PCF tightened his grip on his rifle.

"We're on leave from the FEYNMAN" said Koreth. They handed their ID's to the MSGT, who casually gave a quick glance at them with disinterest.

"The Federation Consulate has been closed, and all 'Fleet personnel were ordered off-planet an hour ago."

"SIRS!", J.C. finished for him, thinking how he would add colour to the NCO's life if assigned to his command. Koreth shook his head. A glance at Loren said the Counsellor knew J.C. was in one of his moods...

"Yeah...." The MSGT laughed out loud. "Sirs." Koreth spoke with irritation evident to a blind man.

"Sergeant, we were..." Koreth couldn't finish. The MSGT brought his own rifle to bear, with the PFC following a half-second later.

"Keep quiet, you" He poked Koreth with his rifles muzzle. J.C. was mildly shocked the Marine was still standing afterwards.

"You're all under arrest for violating the Consulate's orders." He motioned for the PFC to search and disarm them. When he got to J.C., the CSO took a step back, but was sharply nudged in the side by the Master Sergeant's rifle.

"Stand still boy. You're not going anywhere." The rifle in his side didn't hurt J.C. nearly as bad as the Master Sergeant's jaw and gut did from the impact of J.C.'s fists. Of course, all hell naturally broke loose...

Submitted,
Mike Dailey
splatter2@qtm.net

******** * NRPG * ********

Hello all! Of course we couldn't leave without getting into a LITTLE trouble... resisting arrest, striking a non-commissioned officer... Wow, what fun! Yes I finally got this one out, and apologize for the delay. Jason and/or Kevin take it away!

as always,
Cheers!

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USS FEYNMAN: BrOT, Second Part

by Max Felsher 5-5-1997

SD 90505.0130(GMT)
SLD 4.1820
SCENE: Holodeck 3

Maril watched with interest as Ensign Landers reacted to the situation in the Bridge Officer's Test. Once he was satisfied with Landers's performance, he said, "Computer, freeze program."

Landers looked up from the Ops console and stood up, not saying anything.

"Well, Ensign, that was a good solution to the situation. Perhaps you should have reacted to the saboteur more quickly, however. Computer, begin Bridge Officer's Test, Section: Helm."

The Feynman's bridge remained, but it seemed like Landers was transplanted to the helm console. At the same time, Maril disappeared.

"Mr. Landers, ahead full impulse," the holographic Maril, next to Zane, ordered. "Mr. Allard, keep on the lookout for enemy ships. Commander Jenn, keep up a constant communications link with the other ships in the convoy escort."

All three officers, real and holographic, replied, "Aye, sir," as they followed their orders. Nothing significant happened over the next ten minutes. Landers was able to ascertain that the holo-Feynman was part of an escort for a convoy of Andorian freighters that had sensitive emergency supplies for several starving colonies. Unfortunately, the convoy had to pass near Xanthadi space. The Feynman was positioned about halfway down the length of the convoy.

"Captain," Jenn started, "the lead escort reports that they are picking up a group of Xanthadi ships."

"They're almost within sensor range," Allard said. "Yes, I have them. Six Xanthadi attack cruisers and ten Xanthadi raiding scouts. The scouts are ahead of the cruisers."

Landers noticed the ships on his console and quickly sized up the odds. They were not in the escort's favor. There were seven capital ships and eight armed runabouts, but the escort could not stray very far, while the Xanthadi could move as they pleased.

"Stay close to the convoy, Mr. Landers. Don't let any of the Xanthadi get between us and the ships in the convoy," Zane said, not letting a trace of fear enter his voice.

"Sir, a Xanthadi attack cruiser is nearing us. They're weapons are powered up, and so are their shields. They'll be within weapons range in thirty seconds."

"Lock phasers and photon torpedoes," Zane said. "Be ready to fire as soon as they do."

"They're within weapons range. They are firing on one of the freighters. The freighter's shields have fallen to about 60%."

"Fire when ready."

"Firing phasers and photon torpedoes. Hit on their shields, which are down to 80%. Minor damage to the ship."

"Fire at will, Mr. Allard," Zane ordered. "Mr. Landers, maneuver us directly between the cruiser and the freighter."

"The Xanthadi are firing." The lights went dim for a second and the ship shook, but the Feynman regained control of herself soon after. "Shields are down to 75%. Returning fire, sir."

There was a pause and then the whole bridge seemed to bob up and down.

"What was that, Lieutenant?" Maril asked incredulously.

"it seems that the last shot...destroyed the Xanthadi cruiser."

"How is that possible?"

'It was either sabotage or suicide, sir. The ship showed no signs of weakness before."

"Captain," Jenn reported, "we are receiving reports from the other ships. The second escort ship and one of the runabouts have been disabled, as have three of the freighters. Another freighter has an imminent warp core breach. The fighting is still going on around the other ships."

"How long until the freighter's warp core loses containment?" Maril asked quickly.

"Approximately thirteen minutes, sir."

"Are there any ships in the escort that are closer?" Zane said.

"The third escort is closer. However, it is engaged with an attack cruiser and a scout, and its shields are down to 45%," Allard answered.

"Well, then I guess we have to rescue it," Zane said calmly. "Mr. Landers, set course for the freighter, full impulse. Bridge to transporter rooms. Prepare to beam up the crew of the freighter."

"Sir, we're within visual range of the freighter, the _Stripe_," Allard said.

"On screen, Lieutenant," Maril ordered. The long freighter appeared on the screen. There was certainly damage to the ship, although it did not look serious.

"This is Captain Zane of the USS Feynman to the Stripe. Please respond."

A voice answered. [I am Captain Midel of the Stripe. We require your assistance, Feynman. We need to get all of our people and as much of our cargo off the ship before the core breach.]

"Is your ejection system operational?" Zane asked.

[No. It is offline and beyond repair.]

"Alright. We're starting to beam your people off, but we'll have to get your ship out of this area before the antimatter loses containment."

[Thank you, Feynman. Stripe out.]

Zane turned to Maril. "How long will it take to beam their entire crew and cargo off?"

Maril turned to his console and then looked back at Zane. "There are less than thirty people in the crew. If we use all of our personnel transporters, it will take less than two minutes. However, there is a great deal of cargo. That will take at least thirty minutes, even with all of our cargo transporters."

Zane nodded. "We can't wait that long. Get all of the crew aboard, then tractor the ship and set a course towards the front end of the convoy. We'll beam aboard as much of the cargo as we can before we let the freighter go."

Minutes later, the freighter's crew was entirely onboard the Feynman and they had set a course for the front of the convoy, with the Stripe in tow.

"Captain," Allard began, "sensors are picking up a group of five Xanthadi attack cruisers heading for the convoy."

"Understood, Lieutenant."

"Are we going to reverse course, sir?" Maril asked with suspicion in his voice.

"No, Commander, we'll keep on this course, except for one major change-- we're going right between those five ships and leaving the freighter there."

MD: 9.1930
SCENE: Ten-Forward

Maril (the real Maril) sat at a table far back from where the main throng of people was socializing. It was not that he wanted to avoid the people, just that he was not particularly interested in this type of socialization. However, as the FO, he could not simply stay in his quarters. So, he had gotten some food and found a table that was remote enough to escape notice and close enough to not look secluded.

He sipped some of his syntheholic Andorian brandy. How was he to last through the party?

The sun has met the sea,
Commander Onta Maril,
First Officer, USS Feynman,
aka Max Felsher

NRPG: Well, Kevin, here's your next section. Only two more to go.

USS FEYNMAN: The Jerran Gambit

by Kevin Thigpen 5-9-1997

Stardate: 90509.01350
Scene: Holodeck; USS FEYNMAN
SLD: 9.1820

As soon as Captain Zane uttered that he wanted to take the ship between the incoming Xanthandi freighters, Loren could feel the sweat beading up on his forehead. Looking back at his controls, he began centering his mind as per an old Betazoid technique he had discovered while at the academy.

"Tractor beam engaged and the STRIPE is now in tow," came the clear voice of Krysa from OPS.

"Engines at three-quartes impulse. Course laid in for mark four-five-three," added Loren as the blips on his screen for the Xanthandi cruisers moved closer at an even faster rate.

"Xanthandi cruisers, 1 million kilometers and closing. They've fired photon torpedos."

Loren already saw the added images on his screen indicating the incoming torpedos before Allard had even spoken. *Standard spread pattern. One to port and starboard.*

With as much care as possible with a ship in tow, Loren jinked the FEYNMAN up and then down as the torpedos detonated harmlessly several thousands of kilometers behind the ship.

["Bridge, this is Koreth. With the tractor beam and our shields extended around the STRIPE, we can't afford any massive power drains. Our manueverability is going to have to be limited...drastically, or we'll rip the STRIPE apart."]

"Mr. Tarrant, we can't have that right now. If you must, transfer power from the warp engines, but we must hold onto that freighter."

["Aye Captain, I'll do what I can. Koreth out."]

Zane gently reminded Landers, "Ensign, keep our movement to a minimum. The STRIPE is not a destroyer class vessel. Moves like that will rip her from fore to aft and leave us at ground zero for a warp core breach."

"Captain, ten minutes to breach. Xanthandi, at 500,000 kilometers and closing," interrupted Krysa. "Sir, to release the STRIPE, we will have to lower our shields. At the range you propose to do that, there will be about six seconds for the Xanthandi to have a clear shot at us."

"Are you saying the odds aren't in our favor?"

"Aye, sir," resonded Krysa.

Loren stopped listening to the exchange that began as Zane asked for suggestions. Instead a plan crystallized in his mind.

"Captain, we've just gone to full impulse!" exclaimed Krysa.

["Bridge, Koreth here! What's going on up there!? We can't hold onto that ship at full impulse..."]

*Focus Loren,* he thought.

"Mr. Landers, what are you doing?" queried Maril from his chair.

"Sirs, I have a plan."

"The Xanthandi ships are now at 200,000 kilometers and are opening fire," reported Krysa.

The ship bucked ever so slightly as the blasts fanned out over the forward shields. *Too far away.* Loren thought breathing only a seconds sigh of relief.

What he next did was a move almost worthy of the skill displayed by the FEYNMAN's real NAV officer, Terel Jerran.

The FEYNMAN tore towards the oncoming Xanthandi who were letting lose with all weapons now. At about 100,000 kilometers, Loren shut down the impulse engines at swung the ship into a hard turn to port, while simultaneously shutting down the tractor beam.

With the engines off, the FEYNMAN swung into a tight turn, almost a slide.

The STRIPE began the turn with the FEYNMAN, but once released from the FEYNMAN's unnatural hold, momentum took over. The STRIPE swung free and clear of the FEYNMAN and continued on a direct course with the Xanthandi cruisers.

"Re-engaging impulse engines," quietly stated Loren as his screen showed the enemy cruisers scrambling to avoid the STRIPE. *Too late,* he thought as sensors registered the explosion from the STRIPE's warp core breach and several Xanthandi cruisers.

Respectfully submitted,
Kevin Thigpen
Ens. Loren Landers
USS FEYNMAN CNS

[Andy-Sorry it's taking me so long with this BrOT. Next time as soon as Max gets the next portion out to me, I'll get a quicker reply off. My finals are next week. Most of my prof's decided to give a final test this week though (in addition to the final comprehensive exams that are the following week). All in all though I doing well, anxiously waiting for this semester to be over.

David- Welcome to our little group!

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USS FEYNMAN: The 5¢ Tour

by David Williams 5-9-1997

SD 90509.1404 CDT/1904 GMT
MD ???
Scene: Deck 9 corridor--->Sickbay

Dr. Mary Mac moved swiftly down the corridor. She was anxious to see the state of her sickbay. "Her sickbay" still sounded good to hear. She crossed the threshold into sickbay. It had all the modern affectations of a starfleet sickbay. She looked around and was stunned to see that there were no personnel in sickbay.

"Computer, activate the LMH program." Mary said in an irritated tone.

"Please state the nature of the medical inquiry" stated the newly-formed Long Term Medical Hologram. He was the spitting image of his creator, Dr. Lewis Zimmerman, a holoengineer at the Jupiter Station.

"Doctor, why are there no personnel in sickbay?" Mary asked as she turned to look at the doctor.

"There are no medical personnel currently in sickbay. The new medical personnel are in the main shuttlebay." The Doctor replied.

"Computer, deactivate LMH program." Mary said as she turned to go into her office. A shocked look danced across the LMH's face as he disappeared into the nothingness from which he came.

"Computer, current medical roster as of SD 90509." Mary asked as she dropped into her chair.

[Crew Manifest, Medical Department, Stardate 90509.
Ensign Mary Dana Mackrenseklar, M.D., Chief Medical Officer
Lieutenant Junior Grade Rolf Chavez, Assistant Chief Medical Officer, Alpha
Shift Lieutenant Dana Scully, M.D., Assistant Chief Medical Officer, Beta Shift
Lieutenant Julius Hibbert, M.D., Assistant Chief Medical Officer, Gamma Shift
Ensign Samantha Caine R.N., Nurse, Alpha Shift
Ensign Charly Elizabeth Baltimore R.N., Nurse, Alpha Shift
Chief Petty Officer Mercedes Lackey R.N., Nurse, Beta Shift
Chief Petty Officer Diana Tregarde R.N., Nurse, Beta Shift
Chief Petty Officer Elise Eliot R.N., Nurse, Gamma Shift
Chief Petty Officer Cynthia Swann-Griffin R.N., Nurse, Gamma Shift
Crewman Bruce Wayne, Medical Technician, Alpha Shift
Crewman Richard Grayson, Medical Technician, Beta Shift
Crewman Alfred Pennyworth, Medical Technician, Gamma Shift]

"Well, at least they met the starfleet minimum operating roster." Mary said to herself.

"Computer, have all medical personnel come to Sickbay immediately for a staff meeting." Mary said

[Acknowledged]

Mary prepared herself for the meeting. The assignments that had been made ahead of time seemed okay. She turned to her display, to access her new medical crew's bios. It was going to be a long day....

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NRPG:

All: This is my first post to the Feynman. I noticed on the roster that there were no MED NPC's. So these are my creations. If other MED NPC exist that I just don't know about, please let me know and I will fit them in. All of the names are in-jokes to my favorite books and movies. They come from (in order) ST:TNG #25 "Grounded", "The X-Files", "The Simpsons", "The Long Kiss Goodnight", the Diana Tregarde Investigation books, "The First Wives Club", and "Batman". Bios for the MED NPCs will follow shortly (I hope. Most of them will be short). I am confused about Kevin's post. I read Melanie's and then Kevin's seemed incongruent. I'm pretty sure I missed something. Could someone fill me in on what happened and how we got into the fight...Thanks for making me feel welcome and I look forward to the mission ahead...

Andy: Thanks for the roster and the info you asked for can be found at the end of this message. It's part of my signature.... :)

Kristen: Thanks for the webpage info. It simplifies a lot of things. I only wished the Hermes had one....

Joseph: I hope that Xena comment I made didn't come off as sarcasm. It was meant as a joke. Sorry! :)

Melanie: Go grrl. Dr Mac is a female with a 'tude. The bio tells all....

If I have left anyone out, I apologize. My mail server has been down for the last 12 hours and I am swamped in mail... --------------

Respectfully yours,

Ensign Mary Mac(krenseklar), M.D.
CMO, USS FEYNMAN, Silver Fleet
Ensign Henry Elias Jekyll, Ph.D.
CSCI, USS HERMES, Red Fleet
David Williams
drjekyll@softwareplus.net
Sallisaw, Oklahoma, USA

"When you feel the sunlight fade into the cold night,
You're not alone, I will be here for you,
Somewhere in the night, I 'll shine a light for you,
Somewhere in the night, I'll be standing by, I will be here for you..."
--Michael W. Smith

USS FEYNMAN: A Hot Bath...

by David Williams 5-9-1997

SD 90509.2058 CDT/0100 GMT (90510)
MD: NONE (0.0000)
Scene: Dr. Mac's quarters, Deck 5

It had been a long day. The staff meeting went well, but she received some flak from Dr. Chavez about his assignments. She told him he'd like it or she send him off this ship to a Starfleet Penal Medical Facility. And she could do it. With her connections in Starfleet Medical, she could get the worm sent anywhere.

She just wanted to forget the onfgneq (scrambled with ROT13) and slip into a hot bath and read her journals. She threw her lab coat over the back of a chair, took her glasses off and placed them on the table next to the chair. She took her high-necked, ankle-length, lavender willow dress off, letting it fall at her feet. She kicked off her shoes and rubbed her feet. She removed the hip holster that held her Orion dagger, the thigh holster that held her personal phaser, and the shin holster that held a small Bajoran knife.

She walked into the bathroom, asked the computer to draw her bath. She liked her bath hot and full of bubbles. She left her hair up so it wouldn't get wet, and removed her bra and panties. She grabbed a PADD, a glass of berry punch from the replicator, and slipped into the tub.

She called up the Journal of Federation Medicine and laid back and relaxed as she read the first article on Forensic Pathology. A very interesting article on some recent grisly murders on Alpha Centauri... Complete with crime scene footage... Very interesting, indeed....

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NRPG:

All: This is just a piece of fluff, designed to tie up some loose ends, and prepare myself for my planned RL absence tomorrow. I'm really looking forward to my small (sniff) vacation. I'll be back by tomorrow night, and I'll post again on Sunday.

Andy: I believe I have everything now, and I feel like one of the crew. Thanks for everything :) I look forward to the next mission, having read the last one. The Caitans are close to my own heart. I have a CPO on the Hermes that's Caitan.. Who could resist a cat-like race? :)

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Respectfully submitted,

Ensign Mary Dana Mac(krenseklar), M.D.
CMO, USS FEYNMAN, Silver Fleet
Ensign Henry Elias Jekyll, Ph.D.
CSCI, USS HERMES, Red Fleet
David Williams
drjekyll@softwareplus.net
Sallisaw, Oklahoma, USA

"When you feel the sunlight fade into the cold night,
You're not alone, I will be here for you,
Somewhere in the night, I 'll shine a light for you,
Somewhere in the night, I'll be standing by, I will be here for you..."
--Michael W. Smith