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 Cheers!<br>
 Mike Dailey<br>
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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: New Faces, New Places PART 2</h3>
+<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by
+Michael "Mike" Dailey 5-14-1997</h4>
+SD: 90511.1930<br>
+MD: 0.0700<br>
+SCENE: J.C.'s quarters - Deck 5<br>
+<Ship's time is 0700 hrs.><br>
+The computer's voice thundered throughout the CSO's quarters,
+instantly awakening him from more vivid and pleasant dreams. J.C.
+and the new aCSO had been up until 1 am in the holodeck control room
+going over ever single detail of the program, sometimes twice.
+Holodeck programming was not J.C.'s best venture in his Academy days,
+as old Commander Hobson had constantly nagged him when he botched a
+perspective matrix or jumbled a imaging subroutine. These days, sidearm
+qualifications and tactical drills for his troops were the main programs
+he ran, and those seldom needed changing. Luckily J.C.'s creativity
+combined with Rory's fresh knowledge from the Academy (who also studied
+Holoprogramming under Hobson) made the job far less difficult than J.C.
+had expected.
+J.C. bounded from his bed, despite having only 6 hours sleep. Following a
+quick jump in the shower, J.C. went over to the materials replicator and keyed
+in the program from the ship's library, the same program he sent to all of the
+replicators in the senior officers quarters. Slowly his 'new' uniform fizzled
+into being, including all of the proper accessories. Grabbing the handfull of
+things, J.C. excitedly changed into the gear, then tried the look in the
+bedroom mirror, checking to see each piece was perfect, in it's proper place
+and not missing anything.
+The calf-high black boots were shined to a mirror's perfection, not a dull
+spot on them. The soft cotton breeches were only slightly less comfortable than
+standard fleet pants. J.C. stretched his arms, the fit of the white long sleeved
+dress shirt was a perfect fit, not near as tight around the neck as a standard
+fleet dress uniform. The black leather belt strap fit naturally around his left
+shoulder, and J.C. slid it into place so that the golden engraved crest of the
+Royal Navy attached to the center of the belt was square in the middle of his torso.
+Next he picked up the dark blue frock with white striping running along the lapel.
+The shoulders had but one braid, as the sleeve cuffs were encircled with one strip
+each. The overcoat was heavy, but a necessary for protection from the elements of
+the high seas and mother natures wrath. The matching hat fit snugly upon his head,
+also trimmed in white striping, with the crest matching that on his belt strap.
+The finishing touch, J.C. picked up his officers' sword and clasp it to the
+snap on the belt strap. He drew the sword, inspecting the edge, sharp as that
+of a second Leftenant some seven centuries past. Satisfied to the uniforms
+perfection, J.C. turned to leave but caught hismelf. He stopped by the console on
+his desk and typed a quick note.
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+TO: Senior Staff
+From: Ltjg. J.C. Allard
+RE: Briefing
+By order of the Captain, the briefing will be held at
+in holodeck 2. Use program #JCA-0160 to obtain the proper
+'uniform' from your material replicator. Also, there will be a
+scroll outside of the holodeck for each of you. These scrolls
+contain your orders. Please present these to the Port Captain,
+as you will not be allowed aboard without them.
+Respectfully,
+Ltjg. J.C. Allard, CSO
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+J.C. stabbed the send key, and retrieved the scrolls from
+ontop his desk. They had taken almost an hour to perfect, but it
+was well worth it.
+"Sair, I was at Portsmouth just over a year ago for me leave. Da took me older
+brother and meself down for a few days." Rory swept the view with his hand,
+"It was NOTHING like this." *Well, if we can please a green Ensign...
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