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"It was NOTHING like this." *Well, if we can please a green Ensign...
"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
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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>
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* NRPG *
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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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