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 "It was NOTHING like this." *Well, if we can please a green Ensign...
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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 CONCLUSION</h3>
+<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by
+Michael "Mike" Dailey 5-14-1997</h4>
+SD: 90514.2230<br>
+MD: -1.0730<br>
+SCENE: Holodeck 2<br>
+J.C. and Rory paused outside of the Holodeck, admiring each others new
+uniform.
+"Sair, I believe you're the likeness o' his Lordship Admiral Nelson himself!"
+Heywood beamed with a smile.
+"Thanks for the compliment." said J.C. He noticed Rory's hat a bit crooked,
+and reached over to adjust it. "There you are, fit for a Flagship!"
+"Very good, Sair." replied the aCSO. Picking two scrolls out from his pile,
+J.C. lay the remaining ones carefully beside the holodeck doors. Handing one
+to Rory, they both opened them...
+<nowiki>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~</nowiki>
+On this date of 22 December 1787, by the Grace of His Majesty,
+King George III, and by the order of the Lords of the Admiralty,
+you are hereby ordered to take proper post upon the maiden voyage
+of the Royal Navy Frigate, H.M.S. FEYNMAN.
+The FEYNMAN shall proceed will all do course and speed around the
+Channel and up to Southampton. Once ported there, you will surrender
+the ship to the permanent crew.
+Present these sailing orders to the Port Captain at Portsmouth harbour.
+Once acknowledged, the Port Captain will see you transport to your vessel.
+Good luck on your journey
+and godspeed.
+Sir Josehp O. Banks,
+Adjutant and Advisor
+Lords of the Admiralty
+<nowiki>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~</nowiki>
+"Looks quite authentic, Sir." said Rory as he rolled his up and
+tucked it inside of his jacket.
+"Well, shall we?" said J.C. It wasn't really a question... he was
+bursting with anticipation and excitement. *Now I DO feel like
+a giddy raw Cadet, but I love it!* Tapping the panel, the doors clanked
+open to a cobblestone street somewhere in downtown Portsmouth, only
+shy of seven hundred years past. They moved forward to allow the doors
+to clank shut behind them, forming the image of the road leading off to
+the horizon. The harbour's business day was just beginning to stir,
+with peddlers and shoppers popping about in shops and stands.
+"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, thought J.C.
+A light snow was falling, a few flakes landed on their jackets. After a few
+seconds, they melted away like real snow. J.C. hated cold weather, so they
+included the snow in an imaging subroutine (with Rory's help) independent of
+the temperature settings.
+Passing down the street along several vendors of fresh foodstuffs, they
+passed a hotel. A frisky blonde 'night' employee came out. As soon as she
+seen the two Naval officers, she approached with a wry grin.
+"Well lookit what we've got here... Two Admirals goin out ta see. Ya need
+a little fun 'fore ya cast off?" She started pawing the CSO. J.C. cast a
+sharp look at Rory.
+"I KNOW I didn't put HER in." said J.C. The 'Great Caitian Expedition was
+enough for a while. Rory turned a bit white, unsure of the potential wrath
+of his new CO.
+"VERY sorry, Sair. I thought enjoy a bit of horseplay..." *Now, he couldn't
+have known about Cait. Don't be too hard on him.* He decided to play along,
+to a point. J.C. turned to the mistress,
+"Not now, Lady. We're in a bit of a rush. Perhaps later." They walked on,
+stopping only once more as they passed a bakery, from which the most delectable
+aromas seemed to draw them in, mouth watering before they even hit the doorway.
+Ten minutes and two oversized pastries (each) later, they emerged and headed for
+the docks.
+A short distance from the bakery, the cobblestone road curved sharply, allowing the
+harbour to come into full view. Both men stood there in awe. Portsmouth traffic was
+as busy, if not moreso than any modern-day STARBASE. The amount of traffic was by
+far the only similarity. Frigates, sloops, Ship-of-the-Line and all sorts of
+others about either loading, unloading, just coming in, or preparing to leave. The
+snow had begun to come down a bit heavier now, and they picked up their pace towards
+small building that housed the Port Captain. Light shone through the windows, as
+small puffs of smoke climbed up from the rooftop chimney.
+Approaching the door, J.C. reached out and rapped a few quick times, then twisted the
+knob. Two midshipmen, barley into their teens, vaulted to their feet. A grim older
+figure clad in a Captain's dress sat in front of the minute fireplace. *Nice effect,
+even without the cold temperature,* thought J.C.
+"Eh? What have we here?" the older fellow slowly rose to the newcomers. Rory looked
+to J.C., who grinned and nodded. He came to attention, not quite as smartly as the
+Middies had done.
+"Captain, Second Leftenant Allard and Ensign Heywood reporting for duty." J.C. tried
+his best Brit. accent, but failed at Rory rolling his eyes and snickering.
+"Oh, you are, are you?" said the P.C. "I'm Port Captain Gritham, and where are your
+ORDERS!" Each presented his orders scroll, to which he glanced over them and tossed
+upon an pile on his desk. The Middies sat back down.
+"Blast their Lordships! The fool Admiralty assign a crew ta' a jolly-run like this!
+Makes no sense, and causes more work!" He scowled at the FEYNMAN men, trying to
+read them.
+"Hrmf. More work for a man who's given his life for King and Country, and 'gently
+been beached 'cause he's been one too many sailing's. Blast the Navy!"
+Obviously the result of someone who had too many years or connections to retire,
+but to old to command a ship. So the Admiralty had given him an 'honourable' light
+duty.
+"They're Lordships can take this post..."
+"Beggin' the Cap'ns pardon," said Rory. "Shouldn't we be getting on to our ship?"
+Gritham took a long sigh,
+"Aye. That you should. Me regrets for blowin' up at the lot of you like a French
+twenty-pounder." He gestured towards the door, they moved to leave, all except the
+Midshipmen. Rory nodded at them,
+"What about them?"
+"Oh, they're MY addition." J.C. grinned. "They're the PERSONAL escort for the Captain."
+"Uh, is it too late to ask for a transfer, Mr. Allard." J.C. laughed, and propelled
+Rory out of the door behind Captain Gritham. The wound their way around the docks
+and came to a row of small boats. The climber in, and Gritham whistled to two seamen
+for rowing duty.
+"It's a maze for someone to get to a ship." said J.C. The seamen started off rowing
+towards a group of ships.
+"Is that one ours," asked Rory. No one could make out the names on the hulls,
+they were still too far out, and the snow was still getting worse.
+"Lad," said Gritham. "That's the Flagship of the North Fleet!"
+"Oh... how about that smaller one?" he tried again.
+"Naw. That's the BOUNTY. She's leaving tomorrow for Tahiti." Captain Gritham
+looked displaced. "What I wouldn't give to change places with that grouse
+that's a takin her helm! A boot licker that served as Cook's lackey! But
+then we each have our tales..." he trailed off, searching the ships. As they
+came around the flagship, he pointed.
+"There's your lady, boys!" the oarsmen rowed them closer, and slowly the hull
+became visible...
+H.M.S. FEYNAMN. They could hear the seamen and petty officer hollering orders,
+"Get those bloody topsills' and headsils' wrapped up 'fore the Capn' get here or
+you'll wind up overboard!"
+"There ya' be. She's a good ship. Treat he well for your short trip." Gritham had
+changed from the sour old salt to a kinder fatherly figure. The gig came about
+to the side ladder, and J.C. grabbed for the ropes.
+"Hold on there," said Gritham. He extended his hand with two scrolls, one for each.
+"Here's you a copy of the roster. Penned them myself, even though it took all night."
+"Thank you very much, Captain Gritham." said J.C., taking the scroll. Rory echoed his
+comments to the P.C., and did likewise. This scroll was even more beautifully done
+than J.C.'s imitation.
+<nowiki>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~</nowiki>
+Ship's Company for the Maiden Voyage
+of His Majesty's Ship FEYNMAN
+Zane - Commander
+Maril - Ship's Master
+Jenn - Master's Mate
+Jerran - Navigator
+Koreth - Carpenter
+Allard - Master-at-Arms
+Heywood - Master-at-Arms Mate
+Meleah - Royal Scientific Advisor, Associate Dean at Oxford
+Mackrenseklar - Ship's Surgeon
+Landers - Adjutant to the Lordships of the Admiralty (Captain's Advisor)
+Durensten - Captains Steward
+Sir Azariah Nicholas, Lord High Admiral of the SILVER (North) Fleet
+<nowiki>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~</nowiki>
+They rolled the documents back up, and bid farewell to Gritham as
+they climbed the rope ladder up the FEYNMAN.
+"I better be gitten back," said the P.C. "By now some more o your
+crew migh be there..." J.C. and Rory landed on the deck as the Boatswain
+piped them aboard.
+"When the Captain's gig comes about, call all hands on deck" ordered J.C.
+"Very good, Sir." said the Boatswain. *I can't wait!*, grinned J.C., as
+he shook some snow off his jacket...
+submitted,<br>
+Mike Dailey<br>
+Splatter2@qtm.net<br>
+<nowiki>********
+* NRPG *
+********</nowiki><br>
+Hope everyone enjoys the trip back to Merry old England, circa 1787!!! I've
+been wanting to do this for quite some time, and am a history buff of the
+time period... a bit of the Horatio Hornblower in me! <SBG>
+Cheers!!!!<br>
+Mike<br>
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