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David- Welcome to our little group! | David- Welcome to our little group! | ||
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<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: The 5¢ Tour</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by David Williams 5-9-1997</h4> | |||
SD 90509.1404 CDT/1904 GMT<br> | |||
MD ???<br> | |||
Scene: Deck 9 corridor--->Sickbay<br> | |||
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.<br> | |||
Ensign Mary Dana Mackrenseklar, M.D., Chief Medical Officer<br> | |||
Lieutenant Junior Grade Rolf Chavez, Assistant Chief Medical Officer, Alpha<br> | |||
Shift Lieutenant Dana Scully, M.D., Assistant Chief Medical Officer, Beta Shift<br> | |||
Lieutenant Julius Hibbert, M.D., Assistant Chief Medical Officer, Gamma Shift<br> | |||
Ensign Samantha Caine R.N., Nurse, Alpha Shift<br> | |||
Ensign Charly Elizabeth Baltimore R.N., Nurse, Alpha Shift<br> | |||
Chief Petty Officer Mercedes Lackey R.N., Nurse, Beta Shift<br> | |||
Chief Petty Officer Diana Tregarde R.N., Nurse, Beta Shift<br> | |||
Chief Petty Officer Elise Eliot R.N., Nurse, Gamma Shift<br> | |||
Chief Petty Officer Cynthia Swann-Griffin R.N., Nurse, Gamma Shift<br> | |||
Crewman Bruce Wayne, Medical Technician, Alpha Shift<br> | |||
Crewman Richard Grayson, Medical Technician, Beta Shift<br> | |||
Crewman Alfred Pennyworth, Medical Technician, Gamma Shift]<br> | |||
"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.... | |||
---- | |||
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... | |||
<nowiki>--------------</nowiki><br> | |||
Respectfully yours, | |||
Ensign Mary Mac(krenseklar), M.D.<br> | |||
CMO, USS FEYNMAN, Silver Fleet<br> | |||
Ensign Henry Elias Jekyll, Ph.D.<br> | |||
CSCI, USS HERMES, Red Fleet<br> | |||
David Williams<br> | |||
drjekyll@softwareplus.net<br> | |||
Sallisaw, Oklahoma, USA<br> | |||
"When you feel the sunlight fade into the cold night,<br> | |||
You're not alone, I will be here for you,<br> | |||
Somewhere in the night, I 'll shine a light for you,<br> | |||
Somewhere in the night, I'll be standing by, I will be here for you..."<br> | |||
--Michael W. Smith<br> | |||
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: A Hot Bath...</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by David Williams 5-9-1997</h4> | |||
SD 90509.2058 CDT/0100 GMT (90510)<br> | |||
MD: NONE (0.0000)<br> | |||
Scene: Dr. Mac's quarters, Deck 5<br> | |||
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.... | |||
----- | |||
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? :) | |||
------ | |||
Respectfully submitted, | |||
Ensign Mary Dana Mac(krenseklar), M.D.<br> | |||
CMO, USS FEYNMAN, Silver Fleet<br> | |||
Ensign Henry Elias Jekyll, Ph.D.<br> | |||
CSCI, USS HERMES, Red Fleet<br> | |||
David Williams<br> | |||
drjekyll@softwareplus.net<br> | |||
Sallisaw, Oklahoma, USA<br> | |||
"When you feel the sunlight fade into the cold night,<br> | |||
You're not alone, I will be here for you,<br> | |||
Somewhere in the night, I 'll shine a light for you,<br> | |||
Somewhere in the night, I'll be standing by, I will be here for you..."<br> | |||
--Michael W. Smith<br> | |||
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Pre-Mission Stuff</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Melanie Pocknall 5-9-1997</h4> | |||
SD: 90509.0653<br> | |||
MD: -1.000<br> | |||
Ten-forward<br> | |||
M1C Lianna West walked into 10-forward with a dejected look on her face. | |||
This was to be her last mission. After that, she would graduate, and | |||
goodness knows where she would end up. She had made so many friends on | |||
board the FEYNMAN and she didn't want to leave. Somehow, she made her way | |||
to an unoccupied tabel and sat down. | |||
She sat, slumped in her chair, for a few minutes until a vioce roused her | |||
out of her thoughts. "Lee?" | |||
Lianna turned and saw M2C India Sommerville, a good friend from the | |||
Academy. "Indy, what are you doing here?" | |||
"I've been assigned to the FEYNMAN for this next mission, in Stellar | |||
Cartography." | |||
"You're in Science too? That's great!" They hugged each other and then | |||
India sat down opposite Lianna. "I've got to go down and find out where | |||
I'm working for this mission later." | |||
"I'll come with you. So, what's it like, being an officer on a starship?" | |||
India asked. She had been envious when Lianna had been accepted for the | |||
program, but had missed her friend terribly. | |||
"Great. It'll take ages to fill you in, though, so you'll have to be | |||
patient. But basically, it's fantastic. The crew's great, and the people | |||
in the science department are really helpful.. oh, with the exception of | |||
Ens Loth." | |||
"Who's Ens Loth?" | |||
Lianna made a face. "He's the second-in-command of the department, and | |||
he's very disagreeable. But the cadets don't have too much to do with him | |||
unless we're on his shift. Nali's really nice, she's the ASCI. You'll | |||
like her." Actually, Lianna was slightly exaggerating about Loth but she | |||
had to make it sound good. | |||
"So do you get up on the bridge?" That was what India was interested in. | |||
Although she was majoring in Science, she really wanted to command a ship | |||
someday. | |||
"Once you get promoted to Cadet first class, you get to man at least one | |||
shift during the mission, usually the night shift. Nothing usually | |||
happens, though, when you're on the bridge. I'll be going up onto the | |||
bridge a little more during this mission though, in preparation for when I | |||
graduate." Lianna was looking forward to doing more shifts on the bridge. | |||
The talking went on for quite a while, and then Lianna decided she'd better | |||
find out what shift she would be doing for the next mission, so the two of | |||
them headed down to Science Lab 3 where Nali was working. | |||
"Hi, girls," Nali said in greeting. "Lee, I presume you're here to find | |||
out your timetable." | |||
"That's right." | |||
Nali stopped what she was doing, and turned her attention to the PADD next | |||
to her. "You'll be working in Lab 7, Beta shift, in Biology, with CWO3 Dai | |||
Pryce. Jazz is the head of that department. Pryce is the new biology | |||
chief. And I presume this is Cadet India Sommerville?" | |||
"Yes, sir," India replied. | |||
"I'm Lt(jg) Nali Swansen. There's no need to worry about the 'sirs' in the | |||
labs. We only use them for formal introductions, so from now on, call me | |||
Nali." India just nodded, so Nali continued. "You'll be working in Stellar | |||
Cartography with Lt(jg) Stefan Hunter, in Lab 4, Beta shift also. Your | |||
department head is Lt(jg) Kentin Greene." | |||
"Understood," India replied. She and Lianna shared a glance. They would | |||
both be working the same shift, which could be quite interesting <G>. | |||
"Now, girls, we have to attend the department meeting in a few minutes, so | |||
we'd better get going." | |||
The three of them travelled along to Lab 1, where most of the science | |||
department was assembled. Lianna saw a few new faces, especially Vulcan | |||
faces, and wondered who they were. | |||
Meleah started the meeting by introducing the new members of the crew, | |||
including the cadets. "We also have a trial department for this mission, | |||
Mathematics & Logic. Ens S'tel will be the head of that department." | |||
S'tel, a stolid Vulcan if ever Lianna saw one, nodded his head in | |||
acknowledgement. | |||
"We also have a few promotions to make. Mr. Merrick, Mr. Koullan, Chiefs | |||
Crysta, Murphy, Fergusson, Magen, Kramer, Rowan and Gray, please step | |||
forward." | |||
Meleah promoted each of the above in turn, and then announced, "Mr. Merrick | |||
will be in charge of Biological Science in Lab 7, with Lt. Aidonis in | |||
charge of the whole department. Also, Mr. Manning will be in charge of | |||
Social Science in Lab 1." | |||
There were various other announcements and then the science department was | |||
dismissed. | |||
------------ | |||
NRPG: | |||
Welcome, David, to the best ship in the fleet! Kristen, just think, | |||
there's another female officer on the ship - yeah!!! | |||
Sincerely yours,<br> | |||
Lt. Meleah, Chief Science Officer, USS FEYNMAN, Silver Fleet.<br> | |||
M1C Lianna West, Science cadet, USS FEYNMAN, Silver Fleet.<br> | |||
Melanie.<br> | |||
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: NRPG Pre-Mission Stuff</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Kristen Gant 5-9-1997</h4> | |||
Kris & Scott Gant's profile photo | |||
Kris & Scott Gant | |||
unread, | |||
May 9, 1997, 2:00:00 AM | |||
to | |||
>NRPG: | |||
> | |||
>Welcome, David, to the best ship in the fleet! Kristen, just think, | |||
>there's another female officer on the ship - yeah!!! | |||
I know :) Isn't it wonderful.. pretty soon, we'll have a ship full of | |||
women.. We just have to plan this right ... <whisper, whisper> | |||
Kris -> who would never think of plotting against her Captain :)<br> | |||
<nowiki>------------------------------------</nowiki><br> | |||
Kristen & Scott Gant<br> | |||
http://homepage.interaccess.com/~sgant/gant.htm<br> | |||
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: NRPG Pre-Mission Stuff</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by | |||
Michael "Mike" Dailey 5-9-1997</h4> | |||
> Kris & Scott Gant wrote:<br> | |||
> | |||
> >NRPG:<br> | |||
> ><br> | |||
> >Welcome, David, to the best ship in the fleet! Kristen, just think,<br> | |||
> >there's another female officer on the ship - yeah!!!<br> | |||
> | |||
> I know :) Isn't it wonderful.. pretty soon, we'll have a ship full of<br> | |||
> women.. We just have to plan this right ... <whisper, whisper><br> | |||
> | |||
> Kris -> who would never think of plotting against her Captain :)<br> | |||
...TAKE COVER, MEN!! We're being invaded, under fierce attack!!! <BG><br> | |||
as always,<br> | |||
Cheers!<br> | |||
Mike Dailey<br> | |||
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Catching Up</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by | |||
Andrew Catterick 5-11-1997</h4> | |||
SD:90511.2000<br> | |||
Scene:Ready-Room<br> | |||
Zane sprawled out on his comfortable couch and looked over at his | |||
executive officer who had parked himself in the chair to the left. | |||
"So," Maril began, "I take it you were able to corner the admiral." | |||
Zane nodded. "Met the Commodore as well. Seemed everything his bio | |||
says he is and little of what Bat made him out to be." | |||
"Not a megalomaniac?" Maril asked with a chuckle. | |||
"Not in the first five minutes I talked to him. You never know | |||
though. He could be a closet dictator." Zane asnswered with a laugh. | |||
"Did the matter of the Task Forces come up." | |||
"Actually it did but only to the extent that he assured me it was not | |||
his place to divulge the information." | |||
"Which the admiral didn’t do." Maril answered for him. | |||
"No, but he will be joining us for the briefing tomorrow morning. Who | |||
is on the scenario rotation?" | |||
"Allard. He’s already working on it. I’ll let him know the admiral | |||
will be joining us. 0800 hours?" | |||
Zane nodded. "Speaking of Allard I got whiff of some minor incident on | |||
Cait while I was on the EPSILON that concerned some of our senior | |||
officers. Do I want to know anything about it?" | |||
"No, suffice to say the matter is cleared up and there should be no | |||
repercussions." | |||
"Good. Nice to see your little spy network comes through even with the | |||
crisis at hand." | |||
Maril nodded in response before changing the subject. "I was a little | |||
surprised to find Dr. Mac reporting aboard as our knew CMO." | |||
Zane gave him a sheepish grin. "I guess my spy network is not as | |||
formidable as yours. She squared away?" | |||
"Of course." He replied with an amused air that said he was shocked he | |||
had even been asked. "Already had a staff meeting and shaken them all | |||
up by the sounds of it." | |||
"Good. Oh and you also be happy to hear that I was wrong on a second | |||
count. We didn’t pull convoy duty." | |||
"Oh." | |||
"No, it seems we have a rather important first contact ahead of us." | |||
Zane began to fill him in on what the admiral had told him. | |||
<<<NRPG>>> | |||
Just a short one… | |||
David: One thing I forgot to mention was out pre-mission briefings. | |||
One of our traditions is to hold the briefing in some exotic locale. | |||
Some past examples are inside the Great Pyramid, the Roman Coliseum, and | |||
underwater lair, Mt Selya on Vulcan. The fun is usually in getting to | |||
the actual briefing table where a buffet awaits but once there it is | |||
actually business…but hey we gotta have some fun. So, this time Mike | |||
Dailey is setting the scene so after he does enjoy! | |||
As Zane mentioned the briefing will be at 0800 which will also begin the | |||
mission clock at day 1. | |||
Respectfully,<br> | |||
Andy<br> | |||
<nowiki>___________________________________________________________</nowiki><br> | |||
-Captain Zane, Commanding, USS FEYNMAN<br> | |||
-Commodore Robert Steele, Commanding TF ZINDERNEUF<br> | |||
-Commander Horatio Sinclair, Fleet Intelligence, BLUE Fleet<br> | |||
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: New Faces, New Places PART 1</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by | |||
Michael "Mike" Dailey 5-11-1997</h4> | |||
SD: 90511.1330<br> | |||
MD: -2.1830<br> | |||
SCENE - Deck 9, Sickbay<br> | |||
(NOTE: Starting out a bit of a backpost)<br> | |||
Tarrant Koreth, Loren Landers, and J.C. Allard materialized home once | |||
again from what would be referred to by some as 'the Great Caitian Expedition', | |||
though certain others had even more colourful words to describe their most | |||
recent shore-leave excursion. Luck had been with the trio, as the 'fleet Provost | |||
Marshal on Cait, LCDR. Vance Seelman had been in an agreeable mood. In addition, | |||
the Marines seemed to have abusive past histories, which was in the favour of | |||
the FEYNMAN trio. Seelman had let them go, thankfully without a word to anyone. | |||
Before the leave port, J.C. would send his compliments, along with a bottle of | |||
Centaurian brandy dated 2270. It had cost him quite a few bars of latinum, but | |||
a small price to pay for having avoided the brig. If Zane were to be called | |||
again to 'bail' anyone out, the brig would no doubt become his new assignment. | |||
Tarrant and Loren left for their separate ways, and a very sore J.C. went | |||
to catch the next lift to sickbay. The Marine MP's down on Cait had left | |||
their 'impressions' on the trio, but J.C. have infuriated the Marine Master | |||
Sergeant, and had the respective black-and-blue marks to show for it. | |||
The lift deposited the CSO onto deck 9, and as he made his way through | |||
the corridors, greeted the various Medstaff, who by now most had become | |||
accustomed to seeing the Security Chief after shore leave. Stepping into the main | |||
sickbay room, J.C. noticed Dr. T'del tending to another patient. *Perhaps I'll | |||
come back later,* He turned to leave, when the form of the LMH and temporary | |||
CMO materialized in the entranceway before him. | |||
"Please state the nature of the emergency," the slender hologram with a Britt | |||
accent said blankly. | |||
"We'll, there IS no emergency..." started J.C. | |||
"Very well," replied the LMH, and began to fade. | |||
"Wait!" shouted J.C. "I need a doctor." The holo-CMO returned in full resolution. | |||
"Then there is an emergency?" asked the HCMO. | |||
"I have a few scrapes and bruises I need tended to," said J.C., brushing his hand | |||
over his black eye. | |||
"All emergency use and activities of the LMH are recorded in both the Ship's and | |||
Medical Division logs." said the HCMO. "All other medical services may be | |||
performed by current Medical staff." J.C. winced slightly. He had wanted to avoid | |||
any mention of this in the logs, remembering the grueling hour he had spent on the | |||
receiving end of Mr. Maril's infamous lectures. This guy was getting on J.C.'s nerves, | |||
and suddenly he found himself missing Glin'khar's rough bedside manner. T'del | |||
finished with his patient and strode over to inquire J.C. predicament. | |||
"Back from shore leave again, Lt. Allard?" asked the ACMO. T'del reached for his | |||
tricorder from his with jacket pocket and began reading J.C. | |||
"Yes Sir. I haven't had much luck with THIS." J.C. gestured to the LMH Doctor. | |||
T'del turned to the LMH, | |||
"End program." ordered the aCMO. "I may have been replaced by a hologram as | |||
temporary CMO, but how many people in the 'fleet can 'turn off' their Department | |||
Heads?" the two shared a laugh as T'del tended to J.C.'s scrapes and black eye. | |||
[SNIP] -1.1420 | |||
Deck 15 - Security Office | |||
J.C. shoved the mountainous stack of report PADDs away from him. Closing | |||
his eyes, the CSO eagerly wished them into nothingness. Moments later, he reopened | |||
his eyes and released a hearty sigh as the stack remained as unmoved a great boulder | |||
on top of his desk. *If I start now and finish them now,* thought J.C. *I won't | |||
have to spend the entire next mission buried in reports.* | |||
He sifted and sorted through the PADDs, arranging them on order of priority... | |||
Armoury inventory, squad reviews, shift logs, duty logs, and Starfleet wants a report | |||
on the MK-VI sidearm emitter upgrade last month! *I never realized how valuable as | |||
efficient Department Assistant can be.* gone only three days, and already J.C. missed | |||
his friend and ACSO Alex Tamarov. | |||
[SNIP] -1.1730 | |||
Slumped over his desk, head quite uncomfortably resting on his console, Captain | |||
Justin Christopher Michael Allard dreamed wonderful dreams of a life that for now was | |||
only just a dream. And as dreams go, it was shattered at the blaring sound of the | |||
comm signal tweedle-beeping in his ear. Reality seized J.C. from the world of | |||
imagination and plunged him back into the real world. | |||
"Transporter room 2 to Lt. Allard." Reality, such as it was at that moment, returned | |||
slowly and the fuzziness began to clear. J.C.'s hand tenderly rubbed his sore neck, | |||
the price he paid for sleeping on his desk. His other hand somehow found the comm | |||
toggle on his console, | |||
"Allard here." he mumbled. | |||
"CPO Tenre reporting, Sir." said the Transporter Chief. "I have a new transfer officer | |||
from Epsilon for you Sir. Probably the last one." added Tenre. With EPSILON closing | |||
down... suddenly the words sunk in... | |||
"AN OFFICER??" J.C. spoke quietly. When they had put into port, J.C. filed his request | |||
for a new ACSO after Alex Tamarov departed. He had not expected a replacement until | |||
they returned next time around, let alone another commissioned officer. J.C. didn't | |||
realize he had spoken aloud until Tenre replied, | |||
"Yes Sir. Orders are verified. Shall I send him to the QM or directly to you, Sir?" | |||
inquired Tenre. J.C. considered, *when I took over this department I had six | |||
squads of NCO's and enlisted people... now I get another officer! Things ARE | |||
looking up.* | |||
"Mr. Tenre, send him to the QM to get settled in." J.C. paused and flipped over his | |||
wrist to glance at his chrono... "Have him report to me at 1900 hrs," ordered J.C. | |||
"Aye aye, Sir. Tenre out." The caller clicked quiet and J.C. mind though of SCPO | |||
Alex Tamarov, who by now should be almost to Starbase ALPHA where he would begin | |||
his Officer's Candidate Shcool sometime next week. His former ACSO and friend left | |||
behind his silver and black SCPO pips, and would in two years would emerge sporting | |||
a gleaming new Ensigns pip. *It will be hard breaking in a new department assistant. | |||
I'll have to try no to judge the new fellow against his predecessor...* | |||
[SNIP] -1.1858 | |||
The door to J.C.'s office tweedle-beeped. J.C. checked the time, and knew it | |||
must be the new transfer. Unconsciously, he straightened his uniform, and then | |||
laughed to himself as he became aware of what he was doing. *I'm acting like a | |||
green Academy graduate reporting to Old Man Crowell,* though J.C. *Relax J.C., | |||
you're on the OTHER side of the desk for once.* | |||
"Enter," ordered J.C. He tried to apply a gruff, somber scowl resplendent of their | |||
own CINCSILVER Bear, half-heartedly succeeding. The door slid open to emit the FEYNMAN's | |||
new ACSO. Perhaps a few cm. taller than J.C., the lean fair haired Ensign bounded in | |||
and came to attention, his Academy freshness overwhelming. *I was NEVER like this.* | |||
Crisp and almost gleaming, if one's appearance could be regarded as such. | |||
The newcomer stole a short glance at his commander, but shot his look straight | |||
forward as their eyes met. | |||
"Sair! Ensign Rory T. Heywood reportin' per me orders, Sair." His accent, from one of | |||
the area in the British Union, the exact dialect J.C. wasn't sure of. His words were | |||
spoken softly, yet forcefully. Combined with the accent, reminded J.C. of one of his | |||
Academy instructor's. | |||
"Stand easy, Mr. Heywood." said J.C. "I'm Lt. J.C. Allard, Chief Security Officer." | |||
J.C. stood and offered his hand, which Rory shook with a warm but tight grip. "Welcome | |||
aboard the FEYNMAN" said J.C. as he sat back down again. Rory relaxed and proffed his | |||
orders PADD which J.C. retrieved and inspected. *Signed by CDOR Steele? Who the hell.. | |||
J.C. wondered where the 'Bear' had wandered off too.* | |||
"Thank ye, Sair. It's quite good ta be here finally. Thot station over there's a | |||
bloody whirlwind of chaos, Sair." J.C. laughed, picturing the Ensign caught in | |||
the middle of EPSILON's evacuation. He skimmed over Heywood's service record | |||
briefly. Excellent grades, just missed honours by a few points (they had something | |||
in common already). Top-rated marksman, *have to set him up against Loren* Hmm, | |||
commendation for original thinking while at ALB... by Commander Novodan! | |||
"Mr. Heywood, I see Cdr. Novodan thinks highly of you. He was one of my favourite | |||
Instructors, also." said J.C. | |||
"Aye, my squad learned a lot more than sittin hours on end listing to the ramblins | |||
of some yuppie..." Rory caught himself, unsure if he was being too outspoken with | |||
his new CO. | |||
"Forgive my outburst, Sair." J.C. waved it away, | |||
"I understand, Mr. Heywood. Everyone has instructors who put them to sleep." J.C. | |||
flipped to the personal background section of his record. | |||
"You're from Wexford, Ireland?" asked J.C. | |||
"Aye. Me Da's been a Jerrie there all my life, and mom's a teacher at a school | |||
down in Cromwell." said Rory. Everything looked well, scores, comments, | |||
psyche evals. J.C. closed the file, and returned the PADD to Rory. Reaching over | |||
to his console, J.C. called up his log and entered in Rory's orders, officially | |||
making him part of the FEYNMAN crew and his security staff. J.C. stood, | |||
"Ensign, feel free to familiarize yourself..." he stopped, as an idea came into his | |||
head. | |||
"Actually, I have a little project, if you're interested." said J.C. Rory's eyes | |||
widened a bit, not expecting his first assignment so soon. | |||
"Very good, Sair! Where do we start?" Rory was all excited, * I know I was never | |||
THAT green,* thought J.C. | |||
"Easy, Mr. Heywood." J.C. patted the ACSO's shoulder and turned him as they walked | |||
out of J.C. office and the Security section. "First you stop and change into your | |||
duty uniform, then meet me on holodeck 2." said J.C. | |||
"Holodeck 2, sair?" asked Rory, but his fresh Academy discipline kicked in promptly, | |||
"Sorry Lt., orders received and understood, Sair." J.C. chuckled a bit, | |||
"Mr. Heywood, I'm you CO, not your barracks Sergeant. Ship duty is not nearly as | |||
gruelling as Academy life. Go change and report to holodeck 2" J.C. paused, | |||
considering how much further to go. *let him discover the in and outs of FEYNMAN | |||
life on his own, like I did,* decided J.C. | |||
"We have a tradition aboard the FEYNMAN, and considering your background, you'll | |||
be perfect to help me." said J.C. This was going to work great... | |||
"Aye aye, Sair. I've even got a few ideas for the watch roster and patrol coverage." | |||
J.C. nodded, | |||
"Um, o.k. We'll go over them later." Rory bounded off. *We'll, MAYBE this will work | |||
great.* and headed off to holodeck 2. | |||
submitted,<br> | |||
Mike Dailey<br> | |||
splatter2@qtm.net<br> | |||
<nowiki>******** | |||
* NRPG * | |||
********</nowiki><br> | |||
Greeting all. Meet my new ACSO. Actually you'll meet him at the briefing, yes I | |||
know we usually don't bring our Department head assistants, but there's a first time | |||
for everything! Forgive the post (and me<G>)for being a bit long, but I had a lot | |||
I wanted to get out. And actually, this os only part 1! Stay tuned for more, | |||
don't touch that dial.... | |||
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. | |||
<nowiki>=============================================</nowiki><br> | |||
TO: Senior Staff<br> | |||
From: Ltjg. J.C. Allard<br> | |||
RE: Briefing<br> | |||
By order of the Captain, the briefing will be held at | |||
0800 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,<br> | |||
Ltjg. J.C. Allard, CSO<br> | |||
<nowiki>=============================================</nowiki><br> | |||
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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= 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><br> | |||
On this date of 22 December 1787, by the Grace of His Majesty,<br> | |||
King George III, and by the order of the Lords of the Admiralty,<br> | |||
you are hereby ordered to take proper post upon the maiden voyage<br> | |||
of the Royal Navy Frigate, H.M.S. FEYNMAN.<br> | |||
The FEYNMAN shall proceed will all do course and speed around the<br> | |||
Channel and up to Southampton. Once ported there, you will surrender<br> | |||
the ship to the permanent crew.<br> | |||
Present these sailing orders to the Port Captain at Portsmouth harbour.<br> | |||
Once acknowledged, the Port Captain will see you transport to your vessel.<br> | |||
Good luck on your journey<br> | |||
and godspeed.<br> | |||
Sir Josehp O. Banks,<br> | |||
Adjutant and Advisor<br> | |||
Lords of the Admiralty<br> | |||
<nowiki>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~</nowiki><br> | |||
"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><br> | |||
Ship's Company for the Maiden Voyage | |||
of His Majesty's Ship FEYNMAN | |||
Zane - Commander<br> | |||
Maril - Ship's Master<br> | |||
Jenn - Master's Mate<br> | |||
Jerran - Navigator<br> | |||
Koreth - Carpenter<br> | |||
Allard - Master-at-Arms<br> | |||
Heywood - Master-at-Arms Mate<br> | |||
Meleah - Royal Scientific Advisor, Associate Dean at Oxford<br> | |||
Mackrenseklar - Ship's Surgeon<br> | |||
Landers - Adjutant to the Lordships of the Admiralty (Captain's Advisor)<br> | |||
Durensten - Captains Steward<br> | |||
Sir Azariah Nicholas, Lord High Admiral of the SILVER (North) Fleet<br> | |||
<nowiki>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~</nowiki><br> | |||
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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= 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: Take A Tart To Sea?</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Kristen Gant 5-15-1997</h4> | |||
Stardate: 90515.1224<br> | |||
Scene: Holodeck 2<br> | |||
MD: 1.0800<br> | |||
Krysa walked down the corridor to the holodeck, pulling uncomfortably on | |||
the awkward fit of the trousers for this mission briefing. While she had | |||
to admit it did look quite dashing, the computer had failed to adjust | |||
accurately for the slightly altered shape of the FEYNMAN's OPS officer. | |||
Krysa simply did not have the narrow hips for which the uniform was | |||
originally intended. | |||
She was grateful that the shirt was blousy, and therefore not | |||
constrictive across her front. Even the over coat seemed to fit better | |||
then the trousers, despite the fact that Krysa did not have the flat | |||
chest normally associated with British naval officers. | |||
She had tied her hair back in a single pony tail, and put on the hat as | |||
a finishing touch. She wasn't sure she looked the part, but figured it | |||
would suffice. | |||
She picked up a scroll set just outside the doors, quickly scanned it | |||
and stepped onto the holodeck.. | |||
The busy cobblestone road was slightly wet from the light snowfall. But | |||
the dampness of the day did not stop any of the daily tasks. Krysa | |||
pulled her shoulders back and tried to walk with the dignity that any | |||
Naval officer would as she headed down the street toward the dock. | |||
Krysa spotted a rather colorful woman looking her up and down. | |||
Interesting garb, Krysa thought. The woman took note of Krysa's glance | |||
and laughed, "Ain't never tried it that a 'fore, but can't be any worse | |||
then the t'other." | |||
Krysa blushed slightly as she realized what the woman was talking about. | |||
Then she smiled back as an idea hit her. She headed over to the woman, | |||
"How'd you like to make a deal?" | |||
"What's ya got in mind?" the woman asked eyeing her warily. | |||
"Come with me," Krysa grinned, grabbing the woman's hand and pulling her | |||
into the building. | |||
<nowiki>***</nowiki><br> | |||
Fifteen minutes later Krysa stepped out of the inn; the shiny black | |||
boots and feathered hat gone, replaced by lace stockings and a black | |||
mole just over the left side of her upper lip. Her woolen, navy blue | |||
jacket, and awkward fitting trousers replaced by a tight corset and | |||
cotton skirts, tucked into her belt on one side, just enough to show her | |||
knee and the top of one off white stocking. | |||
This wasn't a comfortable costume either.. but it was definitely more | |||
fun! She turned to see the blonde harlot oohing with her friends over | |||
the shiny buttons and gold cording of Krysa's Naval uniform. Smiling she | |||
tucked the scroll into the front of her bodice and sauntered merrily on | |||
down the cobblestone street to the Port Captain's office. | |||
She rapped lightly on the door and smiled wickedly when the door opened. | |||
Two young men gawked at her and nearly fell backwards as she moved | |||
toward them, "S... sir .." One of them finally spit out. | |||
The older Port Captain turned to look at his newest 'guest'. He grinned | |||
devilishly as he looked her over. "My, my, what do we have here?" | |||
"I've come to catch a ride over to that handsome new boat you have out | |||
there," she said teasingly. Then reached for the scroll and pulled it | |||
slowly out. She winked at the man as she handed it over, "If that's all | |||
right with you, that is." | |||
He took the scroll, his eyes focused on his former hiding place. | |||
Unwrapping it he quickly read through it before looking back up at her. | |||
"It's a shame to send you over to those scrappers. Wouldn't you rather | |||
have a little party here with me?" | |||
Just then there was another rap at the door, and Krysa grinned, figuring | |||
it was likely the next one of her crewmates. She watched as the door | |||
opened, then turned to the Port Captain and chuckled cheekily at him, | |||
"Now I wouldn't mind .. but *he* might .." | |||
She turned to see the next FEYNMAN crewmember .. | |||
Regards,<br> | |||
Lt.Cmdr. Krysa Jenn<br> | |||
<nowiki>****</nowiki><br> | |||
NRPG: So who gets to take a consort on the HMS FEYNMAN with him...<br> | |||
Kristen<br> | |||
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Surprise!</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by | |||
Andrew Catterick 5-15-1997</h4> | |||
SD:90515.1700<br> | |||
MD:1.0740<br> | |||
Scene:Zane's Quarters<br> | |||
Captain Zane looked into the mirror with great satisfaction. He knew | |||
when he saw the uniform sitting on the replicator pad he would enjoy | |||
wearing it. But now as he stood meticulously scrutinizing every square | |||
centimeter of the naval dress he decided that this was an item he would | |||
keep for later use. His anticipation for the holodeck was growing by | |||
the second. Sheathing his dress sword he retrieved his hat from the | |||
table and place it under his arm. With a brisk stride he was off. | |||
As he stepped into 1787 Britain the first thing he noticed was the | |||
smell. It was terrible. And in seconds he found out why. All along | |||
the street windows were being opened and shutters thrown out as the | |||
citizens of Portsmouth were dropping their refuse into the gutters | |||
below. Fortunately the holodeck doors had deposited Zane in the middle | |||
of the cobblestone street and he decided without much effort that he | |||
would not stray any closer to the sides. Seeing the harbour off to the | |||
south he placed his hat on his head and began to follow the winding | |||
road. | |||
As he walked along the road he tried to take in as much as he could but | |||
his attention was soon drawn to six burly marines plowing their way up | |||
the street. Each of them carried a small truncheon and to the rear a | |||
horse and cart followed by an older, meaner looking man. As soon as the | |||
morning’s passerby saw them they began to scurry in all directions. For | |||
a moment the captain was confused at what he was seeing but it quickly | |||
dawned on him when two young men were unfortunate enough to exit a store | |||
and walk right into the middle of the burly marines. A few words were | |||
spoken, a brief struggle ensued and suddenly both men had gone limp and | |||
were being ‘helped’ into the wagon. Two more volunteers for the Royal | |||
Navy. | |||
"You there." Zane called out to a scruffy young lad as he neared the | |||
harbour. | |||
"Wot me?" The urchin replied as he sauntered confidently over to Zane. | |||
"Yes boy. Where is the Port Captains office?" | |||
"Wot’s it wirth ta ya?" The boy challenged. | |||
Zane felt around in the pockets of his overcoat. He found a small | |||
change purse and pulled it out. Plucking out one of the larger coins he | |||
held it for the boy to see before tossing it to him. The look of | |||
astonishment on the lads face revealed the fact that the coin was of a | |||
fairly large denomination. | |||
"Cor!" The boy exclaimed. "I’ll takes ya there meself." And with an | |||
air of guide heading out into darkest Africa the boy set off. | |||
"Right in their guv." The boy pointed at a rather ramshackle cabin and | |||
with a grin scurried off. | |||
The port captain was busily downed his third glass of brandy as Zane | |||
walked through the door. Seeing him Gritham capped the bottle and put | |||
it back on his shelf while he muttered something about woman and seamen | |||
not mixing. Zane wondered what that meant but decided to ignore it. | |||
"Well now, you must be Commander Zane, captain of His Majesty’s Ship | |||
FEYNMAN, the flagship no less." | |||
"No less." Zane replied holding out the scroll. "My orders sir." | |||
Gritham gave them a cursory glance. "Yes, yes. All in order. You | |||
will find your ship in berth seven. It is fully crewed. All you be | |||
waiting on is the rest of your officers and of course the admiral." | |||
"Of course." Zane replied wondering what exactly had the captain so | |||
preoccupied. | |||
"Well then be off with you!" | |||
<nowiki>---------------------------------------------</nowiki><br> | |||
Scene: HMS FEYNMAN | |||
The bosun’s whistle rang out as Zane was piped aboard. Allard was | |||
waiting there but his attention was focused on something aft. Zane | |||
turned to see what the attraction was and realized just what Gritham’s | |||
whispered comment had meant. "Very realistic having a working girl see | |||
the ship off lieutenant, excuse me, leftenent, but its very unlikely | |||
that she’d be let aboard." | |||
For a moment there was silence as Allard weighed the options of just how | |||
he should answer that when a whistle from above broke his thoughts and | |||
he noticed the leering holomen up in the rigging. "You lot!" He | |||
screamed. "Get to work or I’ll have you all keel hauled!" | |||
"Nice program leftenant." Zane said as headed in the same direction of | |||
the assumed holotart, Bat’s buffet. | |||
"Well now." Bat said as Zane approached. "Its not like you to be | |||
early for a meeting. Computer malfunction and give you the wrong time?" | |||
"Good morning to you Mr. Cabin boy. Nice outfit. So whats good | |||
today?" | |||
Bat smiled wickedly. "How about a nice cup of grog." He handed the | |||
cup over and watched as Zane took a swig and in doing so noticed who the | |||
holowoman actually was and then tried his best not to spew it all over | |||
the deck. With supreme effort he managed to swallow it. | |||
"Enjoy the grog." Bat replied as he calmly downed his own. "All true | |||
sailors love it." He added with a grin. | |||
"Good morning captain." Krysa said with a playful smile. "Welcome to | |||
the meeting." | |||
Before Zane could reply the bosun’s whistle rang out again. He turned | |||
to see who had joined them. | |||
<<<NRPG>>> | |||
Ok as is his mission in life, Joseph sent out a post just as I sent my | |||
original thus voiding mine. For whatever reason my server hiccupped and | |||
some of you did not get it. For those of you who did…ignore it and go | |||
from this one. | |||
Oh BTW, couldn’t resist tossing in one of my favourite Simpson’s lines | |||
Respectfully,<br> | |||
Andy-->Internet challenged!<br> | |||
<nowiki>___________________________________________________________</nowiki> | |||
-Captain Zane, Commanding, USS FEYNMAN<br> | |||
-Commodore Robert Steele, Commanding TF ZINDERNEUF<br> | |||
-Commander Horatio Sinclair, Fleet Intelligence, BLUE Fleet<br> | |||
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: PISSED OFF!</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by David Williams 5-16-1997</h4> | |||
SD 90516.1709 CDT/2209 GMT<br> | |||
MD 1.0900<br> | |||
Scene: The cobblestone street...<br> | |||
Mary Mac was PISSED. The uniform provided by the computer was incredibly | |||
slim-fitting. She wondered if Allard had meant this as a practical joke. | |||
She would soon find out... | |||
Mary had already killed 3 of the holocitizens for trying to "paw" her. | |||
Mary didn't even bother to keep her rapier sheathed. Mary was headed at | |||
full tilt towards the portmaster's office, when she was stopped by a | |||
harlot in a naval uniform. | |||
"Don't I look pretty?" said the little tart, who was obviously suffering | |||
from advanced stages of syphilis. | |||
Mary dropped into a mok'bara position and lopped the whore's head off and | |||
continued on her way.. | |||
<nowiki>-------</nowiki><br> | |||
Scene: Portmaster's Office<br> | |||
Mary had her rapier trained on the old man. The other two had already | |||
been cut down when they tried to cop a feel. The old man gave Mary her | |||
orders and said very little. He directed her to the launch. Mary | |||
thanked him and stepped into the dinghy and prepared herself for the ride | |||
out to the HMS FEYNMAN | |||
<nowiki>-------</nowiki><br> | |||
Scene: On the deck of Her Majesty's Ship, FEYNMAN<br> | |||
Mary was the last to board the ship. She had fallen behind, deciding on | |||
whether or not she was going to wear the ridiculous (sic) costume that | |||
she had been given. By the time she had chosen it was 0830 hours. Mary | |||
spotted Kryssa, who had most likely been the one to change her uniform | |||
with that of the streetwalker. Just as Mary was going over to talk with | |||
Krysa and Meleah, she spotted Lt. Allard. | |||
*Just the person I was looking for* Mary thought as she made a beeline | |||
for his position, with an evil gleam in her eyes and a hand on her | |||
rapier... | |||
<nowiki>-------------</nowiki><br> | |||
NRPG:<br> | |||
All: I'm glad to be back on-line!! The last 72 hours have been a | |||
nightmare, but I think everything is back in order, and I have made | |||
arrangements so that the virus can never take control again. I read | |||
everyone's post, so I guess mine's the last one before we move | |||
on.....Sorry this one's soooo short, but things are a whirlwind right | |||
now! | |||
Mike: Don't take Mary's thoughts too hard. She'll calm down after ya | |||
tell her it was not a joke. She *does not* like form-fitting clothing | |||
;)!! I promise no violence will be brought down on Allard's head ;) | |||
Also, this is just a nit-pick, but Mary goes by Mac and not | |||
Mackrenseklar. Mackrenseklar is reserved for the computer.... | |||
Respectfully submitted, | |||
Ensign Mary Dana Mac(krenseklar), M.D.<br> | |||
CMO, USS FEYNMAN, Silver Fleet<br> | |||
Ensign Henry Elias Jekyll, Ph.D.<br> | |||
CSCI, USS HERMES, Red Fleet<br> | |||
David Williams<br> | |||
drjekyll@softwareplus.net<br> | |||
Sallisaw, Oklahoma, USA<br> | |||
"Just be yourself, don't hide... Just believe in destiny,<br> | |||
Don't care what people say, Just follow your own way,<br> | |||
Don't give up and use the chance, You'll return to innocence..."<br> | |||
--Enigma, "Return To Innocence"<br> | |||
<nowiki>-------------------==== Posted via Deja News ====-----------------------</nowiki><br> | |||
http://www.dejanews.com/ Search, Read, Post to Usenet<br> | |||
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: The Doctor's Revenge <insert evil laugh></h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by David Williams 5-17-1997</h4> | |||
SD 90516.2117 CDT/0200 GMT (90517)<br> | |||
MD 1.0910<br> | |||
Scene: The deck of His Majesty's Ship, Feynman<br> | |||
Mary moved closer to the buffet table, where Lt. J.C. Allard stood. The | |||
murderous look on her face made Allard distinctly nervous, but he stood | |||
his ground. He noticed that the Doctor's body made the most lovely | |||
Risian girl look like swine. Mary reached towards the table, picked up a | |||
drink and drenched the Lieutenant with it. J.C. sputtered like a wet | |||
toaster, unable to fathom why the most lovely woman in the universe would | |||
throw a drink in his face, and he hadn't even said anything! | |||
Mary grabbed one of the holodeck men, took his cloak, and pushed the poor | |||
hologram off the side of the ship. She pulled the cloak around her body | |||
and joined the lively discussion being put on by Krysa, Meleah, and | |||
Captain Zane. | |||
Mary slid up next to Krysa, and soon the ops manager turned to her. | |||
"Hello Doctor. Mary isn't it" Krysa said as she looked into the Orion's | |||
black eyes. | |||
"Yes. I noticed the lively conversation and decided to join the group. | |||
I guess I'm not the only one who is made "uncomfortable" in this | |||
hideously misogynistic costume" Mary said as she pointed to Krysa's | |||
harlot trappings. | |||
"Ah yes. I couldn't help it. J.C.'s costume was riding up on me and I | |||
said to myself 'what the hell' and grabbed that streetwalker. I hear she | |||
made a fool of herself, parading around in the naval garb." Krysa said | |||
as she took a sip of her drink. | |||
"Well she won't have to worry about anymore. I ended her holographic | |||
life about 10 minutes ago. The only good thing about this naval costume | |||
is that the rapier is quite real" Mary said to her amazed audience. | |||
<You guys pick up the conversation here> | |||
<nowiki>-----------</nowiki><br> | |||
NRPG:<br> | |||
All: I hope I haven't set the briefing ahead to far. I was rather | |||
belated in my posting. I apologize profusely for my miswritten "Her | |||
Majesty's Ship" earlier. I totally forgot that it wasn't Elizabeth II | |||
but King George III. Sorry! The "sputtering like a wet toaster" line is | |||
something I have always wanted to type. It's from G.I. Joe, a line that | |||
Cobra Commander say to Destro. Boy, no one could do camp like the good | |||
ole CC. | |||
Andy, Melanie, & Kris: I'll turn this conversation over to you. My only | |||
advice is not to comment on the good doctor's uniform or she may have to | |||
reach for her rapier. <G> Sorry, Mike! ------ | |||
Respectfully submitted, | |||
Ensign Mary Dana Mac(krenseklar), M.D.<br> | |||
CMO, USS FEYNMAN, Silver Fleet<br> | |||
Ensign Henry Elias Jekyll, Ph.D.<br> | |||
CSCI, USS HERMES, Red Fleet<br> | |||
David Williams<br> | |||
drjekyll@softwareplus.net<br> | |||
Sallisaw, Oklahoma, USA<br> | |||
"Just be yourself, don't hide... Just believe in destiny,<br> | |||
Don't care what people say, Just follow your own way,<br> | |||
Don't give up and use the chance, You'll return to innocence..."<br> | |||
--Enigma, "Return To Innocence"<br> | |||
<nowiki>-------------------==== Posted via Deja News ====-----------------------</nowiki><br> | |||
http://www.dejanews.com/ Search, Read, Post to Usenet<br> | |||
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Close Your Mouth, Dear</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Kristen Gant 5-17-1997</h4> | |||
Stardate: 90517.1326<br> | |||
Scene: HMS FEYNMAN<br> | |||
Jenn settled into a spot along the side of the boat next to Zane a smile | |||
still on her lips from the practical joke on the poor Mr. Heywood. | |||
"You know you really shouldn't tease the crew like that," he grinned, | |||
"They might get the wrong idea." | |||
"It made Allard happy. Besides it was kinda fun." She wiggled a bit | |||
pulling on the corset, "Well, at least now I know why the women were | |||
always in such a blooming hurry to get these things off!" | |||
Zane nearly spit out the second mouthful of grog since arriving on the | |||
HMS FEYNMAN. | |||
<nowiki>***</nowiki><br> | |||
It wasn't long before they were approached by the green-skinned Orion | |||
CMO. She towered over the diminutive OPs officer by at least a foot. But | |||
Krysa was not easily intimidated. | |||
>"Hello Doctor. Mary isn't it" Krysa said as she looked into the | |||
Orion's black eyes. | |||
>"Yes. I noticed the lively conversation and decided to join the | |||
group. I guess I'm not the only one who is made "uncomfortable" in this | |||
hideously misogynist costume." Mary said as she pointed to Krysa's | |||
harlot trappings. | |||
"Ah yes. I couldn't help it. J.C.'s costume just wasn't my style and I | |||
couldn't pass up the chance to have a little fun on our mission | |||
briefing. The young woman was more then happy with the trade. Though, I | |||
hear she made a fool of herself, parading around in the naval garb." | |||
Krysa said as she took a sip of her drink. | |||
>"Well she won't have to worry about anymore. I ended her holographic | |||
life about 10 minutes ago. The only good thing about this naval costume | |||
is that the rapier is quite real" Mary said to her amazed audience. | |||
Krysa's mouth dropped open and Zane thoughtfully pushed it closed for | |||
her. "Care for a cup of Grog?" He asked the newest FEYNMAN crewmember, | |||
diplomatically. | |||
Regaining her composure Krysa smiled at the woman, "Well, she is only a | |||
hologram after all." | |||
"Not fond of blood, Commander?" The CMO asked pointedly. | |||
"Um," Krysa sputtered for a moment, a bit caught off guard by the woman, | |||
"Not really I suppose. Though I imagine as a Doctor, you get used to | |||
it." She smiled uncomfortably and looked at the Captain, "So where do | |||
you suppose Commander Maril is." | |||
He grinned at her. Krysa was rarely off kilter, but this new CMO seemed | |||
to have done just that in only a short conversation. "He'll be alone | |||
soon, I'm sure. Look, here comes the Admiral." | |||
Regards,<br> | |||
Lt.Cmdr. Krysa Jenn<br> | |||
OPS/2O, USS FEYNMAN<br> | |||
<nowiki>***</nowiki><br> | |||
NRPG: Well, David, Mary seems to have surprised my Krysa :} I wouldn't | |||
worry about it. I'm sure she can pull herself together :} | |||
Kristen | |||
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">SB EPSILON: Silver Chains Weigh Anchor</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Mike Dawe 5-18-1997</h4> | |||
SD: 90518 | |||
Azariah returned from the last ship briefing before the Defender | |||
left orbit with a twinge of regret and nostalgia. He had taken a shuttle, | |||
still wearing the hat he had worn during the briefing. Any jokes at his | |||
expence because of the replica of a 18th century Admirals hat was made well | |||
clear of his earshot. As the shuttle closed with the Defender he turned his | |||
gaze from the teardrop shape of his former command to once again examine his | |||
new one. | |||
The Defender of Hoji sat there, a behemoth amongst the backdrop of | |||
the other starships. Mining ships and shuttles were gnats before it. The | |||
Feynman, a kitten before a sabertooth. Every angle and surface of the | |||
vessel spoke of violence and war. Small worker shuttles were still making | |||
repairs on the damage that the ship had sustained during the defence of the | |||
Kzin colony. They moved slowly across its surface, ants on the body of a | |||
juggernaut. | |||
A gaping hole appeared on the underside of the ship and the shuttle | |||
swooped closer to be taken by a tractor beam and pulled into the lower | |||
shuttle bay. Off to one side there was still the remains of the medical | |||
triage that had been the first mission for the Defender. The shuttle was | |||
guided slowly to the base of the ampitheater and soon the Admiral was | |||
crossing the broad deck and climbing the stairs to the side elevators that | |||
would take him to his office. | |||
The hat that had seemed foolish in the small shuttle somehow fit | |||
this larger than life environment and he had a sudden urge to wear the hat | |||
onto the bridge. He fought it successfully and dropped it off in his office | |||
before heading up to the bridge. | |||
>"Admiral on the bridge!" an officer near the lift shouted. | |||
> | |||
>Everyone on the bridge of the DEFENDER snapped to attention, and a | |||
>hush fell over them. They stood and watched as Adm. Nicholas walked | |||
>to the rail at the upper level of the bridge. | |||
> | |||
>"Hmmf. If you people do that everytime I walk into a room around | |||
>here, we'll never get this ship ready for departure," he said. | |||
> | |||
>No one moved. Taara though that some of the younger officers weren't | |||
>even breathing. | |||
> | |||
>"As you were," the Adm. said with a wave of his hand. The barely | |||
>controlled chaos erupted again. | |||
> | |||
>Nicholas approached the pair, "Dr, Cmdr. I'm supposed to meet with | |||
>Capt. Circe." | |||
> | |||
>"She just left to meet you, Adm." Dark Blade said, "I think she went to | |||
>your office." | |||
> | |||
>"Damn. I thought we were meeting in her ready room. Well, at least I | |||
>know where my office is. I can't seem to find anything else on this | |||
>ship." | |||
> | |||
>Nicholas turned to walk away when Dr. Jarel said, "Admiral, you need | |||
>to make an appointment for your semi-annual physical." | |||
> | |||
>He paused, turned and said, "It's been 6 months already?" | |||
> | |||
>"Aye, sir." | |||
> | |||
>"I'll be in next week," he said and then he walked off grumbling | |||
>something about doctors. | |||
He returned to his own office to find the captain there waiting for | |||
him while examining the hat that sat on his desk. He smiled and swept the | |||
hat to one side as he sat down and steepled his fingers. "I wanted to have | |||
a meeting with you now that we have got the ship ready to go. I wwant to | |||
set the ground rules for how things will operate. Where it comes to fleet | |||
matters, who docks and when, I and my staff must have the right of way. If | |||
it is day to day business then you have the call _unless I_ say otherwise. | |||
Is that acceptable to you?" | |||
"I suppose I have little choice on that question, do I Admiral." It | |||
was more a statement of fact than a question. | |||
"No I suppose you don't. But I wanted the rules out in the open. | |||
I'll try to keep off of your turf as much as possible so those damn junior | |||
officers don't go hoarse yelling 'Admiral on the bridge'." | |||
Circe nodded. "I see we are headed for Zinderneuf. Transfer of | |||
command?" | |||
He nodded. "I'll be handing over half the fleet to Bob Steele. | |||
Then we are going to take a position on a different side of the cloud, the | |||
outland side and be the base for deeper space explorations. While we are | |||
out there we will continue to try to figure each individual system on this | |||
boat as the knowledge will come in handy when we get our new base." | |||
This was the first mention of any new base that the captain had | |||
heard. She leaned forward in anticipation of the news. He didn't | |||
dissapoint her as he explained how the Feynman had found a Husnock Moonbase | |||
deep in the nebula. It also had been the site of a ancient underwater | |||
civilization that could be closer examined by another ship at a later date. | |||
"The Feynman is now trying for a first contact with a race that | |||
reportedly can move planets and moons. If they are successful we will | |||
engage them to bring the moon out of the nebula and into the new position." | |||
"What are the other ships doing right now?" She asked, feeling that | |||
the world had been passing her by since the loss of the Elizabeth Blackwell. | |||
"Let's see" he tapped a PADD and skimmed the contents as he | |||
answered. "The Andromeda is currently on a diplomatic mission to the CO's | |||
homeworld which the Romulans are trying to convince to change allegiances. | |||
With Klingons also trying for a little gunboat diplomacy in the neighborhood | |||
it looks to be a tense situation." | |||
"Which is why you have your flagship there." Commented Circe. | |||
"Exactly, it also doesn't hurt that the CO is of the right race to | |||
give us an inside track in the proceedings. The Bismarck is being used to | |||
ferry crew and equipment off of the Caitian station." | |||
"That must irk the CO." Circe sympathised with a ship getting the | |||
ferry duty. | |||
"Nope, I said the Bismarck is doing the run. The senior staff is | |||
currently elsewhere on a mission that I cannot go into detail on right now. | |||
They should be arriving on site soon but they are pretty well on | |||
communications blackout so I won't know how things are going until they are | |||
over." | |||
Thsi was a different mission profile from the standard and Circe | |||
wish she knew more about it. Most missions were ship related, to assign a | |||
crew without a ship was not something done lightly or often. | |||
"The Callisto is going on a little diplomatic errand" He continued | |||
casually. Too casually. Circe knew there was a lot more to that statement | |||
than met the eye but again she did not pry. She had seen the callisto | |||
loading and noted the abundance of a specific type of crew transferring | |||
aboard. Marines or ex-marines for the most part. And he had them doing | |||
diplomacy? | |||
"The Endeavour is chasing a warp speed anomoly it spotted a while | |||
ago. We have lost a cruise ship and a scout vessel to the anomoly so far." | |||
He paused. "I hope I don't lose another ship. I cannot afford it." | |||
She knew that wasn't meant to be a dig but it hurt just the same. | |||
In the space of a few months Silver had lost three ships and hers had been | |||
the third. It had crippled what had once been the single command in | |||
starfleet. "I know Lakotas reputation. They should be able to pull it off." | |||
He nodded. "If anyone can." and left it at that. "As I already | |||
said, the Feynman is going out on a first contact mission in hopes of | |||
finding us some new tech. The Hawking, on the other hand." | |||
She smiled. The greeting and hospitality the CO of the Hawking had | |||
shown them had been good. "Yes? Where are you sending them next?" | |||
"It was almost to the Grey fleet." He grudgingly admitted. "Head | |||
office stole the CO out from under me and didn't approve the latest upgrades | |||
for the Hawkings systems. I'm scrambling to find a replacement CO . . . " | |||
he looked her in the eye. "It was almost you but I just got you settled | |||
here. Now if you want I can still make it happen but I have to know now." | |||
<nowiki><<<nrpg>>></nowiki><br> | |||
Seriously David and Holly (even though you are not in the room) I can make | |||
this happen but I need to know soonest.) | |||
<<<rpg>>><br> | |||
They discussed the topic for a space of time before the Admiral | |||
returned to the original topic as though nothing had changed or been said. | |||
"The Pearson is out on a mapping expedition but hasn't been keeping to her | |||
proposed schedule of call-ins. I wasn't a 100% comfortable with giving | |||
Wolfe command of a vessel in this region after the loss of the Bishop but he | |||
had all of the qualifications." | |||
That one took a moment to digest. "You don't mean . . ." | |||
"He won't back down and he has an axe to grind. A dangerous | |||
combination in this region given the current tensions. But he is a | |||
Starfleet officer and I trust him to do his duty." Any reservation the | |||
Admiral might have had vanished as he made his statement and Circe was | |||
reminded how much responsibility this one man carried. Not just one command | |||
but ten were his and all the souls that served in Silver. And he stood like | |||
an ancient oak under the pressure, refusing to bend or give an inch to it. | |||
"Lastly there is the Regent." He chuckled. | |||
"What is so funny?" | |||
"I had two experts in from the Daystron institute to tell me that | |||
the mission that the Regent was going on was a total impossibility. As one | |||
put it . . . 'It would be more likely to make a Vulcan laught with a knock | |||
knock joke'. So I sent them along to watch. Last report I had was that the | |||
regent had just completed battle with a fighter group and a pair of Klingon | |||
Bird of Preys." | |||
"You sent a Storm class ship on a combat mission? What kind of Pod | |||
were they carrying? Tactical weapons? Gattling phaser units?" | |||
"No, no, and no. Thye are on a scientific mission and their | |||
auxilary Pod was 100% dedicated to the mission. Its just that Fife and | |||
Canon are one of those odd pairs that manage to get into _and out of_ | |||
trouble. I expect they'll complete the mission in spite of its being | |||
impossible due to a linguistic weakness on their parts." | |||
"Linguistic weakness?" | |||
"Neither of them is quite clear on what impossible means. Patch | |||
seams to think it means try harder and Fife is more of the 'switch to plan | |||
B' belief. 'Impossible' isn't in their vocabulary." he paused. "But it is | |||
in mine, and if I don't get to some paper work soon impossible will describe | |||
the tasks that pile up." | |||
Circe took this as a cue to get up. "I appreciate the news Admiral. | |||
Sometimes you feel like the rest of the Universe stops while you are on a | |||
mission. Its nice to know what the neighbours are doing." | |||
"Anytime Captain, anytime." | |||
<<<nrpg>>> | |||
Roll call y'all. Ships staffing reports and rosters ASAP. | |||
mike--->who wonders how some people manage to get by with 2k posts. Figures | |||
it must be the soil or the sun as his grow of their own accord. | |||
Vice Admiral Azariah Nicholas CINCSILVER<br> | |||
Captain Christof Fife USS REGENT<br> | |||
Lt. Cmdr Eskat Eskat CNS USS HERMES<br> | |||
Lt James Cardiff FCO DEFENDER<br> | |||
Lt. Derek O'Malley CNS USS CALLISTO<br> | |||
Kytan Duandir XO HRSS St. Jude<br> | |||
mdawe@islandnet.com<br> | |||
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: And This Is Him In A Good Mood</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Mike Dawe 5-18-1997</h4> | |||
SD: 90518<br> | |||
He looked down at the data chip that had been delivered attached to | |||
an ancient looking scroll with a mixture of trepidation and anticipation. | |||
Finally he unrolled the scroll and read the invitation that it contained. | |||
He then slotted the data into a reader and found it to contain a pattern for | |||
the replicator. Running the file up and appending his own measurements he | |||
soon found himself in possession of a small pile of clothes topped by a | |||
tricorn hat that, in and of itself, made a statement. | |||
Slowly he pulled on the clothing . . . the breaches were too tight, | |||
the blouse far too loose. He tossed aside the sword that had been attached | |||
and strapped on his own crystal sword. The hat fit and, amazingly enough, | |||
did not feel unbalanced or liable to take flight at the first opportunity. | |||
He tapped his communicator and announced to his aide who was still trying | |||
to figure out how to make a corridor into an outer office that he would be | |||
away for a few hours, on the Feynman. He then switched over to the | |||
transporter chief and had himself beamed across to just outside of the | |||
holodeck mentioned on the invite. Stuffing the invite into his belt he | |||
entered the deck. | |||
A more sensitive soul might have been slightly disgusted by the | |||
squalor that was the day to day life of ancient times. Azariah had done a | |||
lot of travelling and had experienced worse, first hand. While his hobby of | |||
collecting scents had not gone to the extent of collecting such odours as | |||
now assailed him he stepped out onto the street and, with a short sniff, | |||
turned and headed for the docks, following his nose. | |||
Enroute he was first accosted by a pack of street urchins who eyed | |||
the cut of his uniform resplendent in braid and nudged each other before the | |||
bravest of them approached. "Would ya be wantin a guide ta the Por' Cap'ns | |||
office?" | |||
The boy had underestimated the man, the clothes combined with the | |||
girth of the Vice-Admiral did little to slow him down as he closed the | |||
distance between them and scooped up the lad. "Hrrmf, now a fine Admiral | |||
I'd be to not know the way, wouldn't I now. But, you _will_ be coming with me." | |||
"Not bloody likely. Put me down." The boy squirmed in the paw of | |||
the man that held him well off the ground. The other hand came around with | |||
the swiftness of a snake and tapped a pocket. Silver within rang a clear sound. | |||
"No, lad. You've accepted the Kings silver and you _know_ what that | |||
means." | |||
The little eyes went wide with fear. "Oy didn't. I ain't taken no | |||
. . . they tricked me. Honest sir, it was just a bit o' guiding, for the | |||
good of the city and the fleet. I wasn't out ta' join up." | |||
"A sad tale, but one we will have to tell to the Port Captain. If | |||
he is short some posts you may be looking at a whole new career. Now I'm | |||
going to let you down slowly, try to run and I'll turn every swab in the | |||
fleet out after you as a man whos jumped ship. And you know what we do to | |||
them, don't you?" | |||
"Oy won't run sir." Eyes wide with fear told that he probably | |||
wouldn't. Admiral Nicholas set him down and followed his new guide. The | |||
next encounter was briefer but had the boy laughing as they continued on. | |||
"Oy ain't never seen ole Nell so scared in all her life. Whots a yellow | |||
flag mean anyway?" | |||
Azariah grinned. "Plague ship. She'll probably skin out of those | |||
clothes so fast they'll burn just from the speed of the passage." | |||
"Plague sir?" Squeeked the lad. | |||
"I lied, I do that. But I won't have people making a mockery of my | |||
fleet." Then he chuckled as he realized the incongruity of the statement | |||
coupled with the location and the uniform he was now wearing. "But this | |||
must be the place." They passed into the office and all present stood and | |||
saluted. He nodded and saluted back before addressing the Port Captain. "I | |||
have a young lad here who has taken the Silver. Would the fleet be looking | |||
for any Cabin Boys?" Over the frightened lads head he tipped the Captain a | |||
wink. | |||
The Captain made a show of checking some papers and hemming and | |||
hawing before announcing that the Feynman already had a Cabin Boy (at this | |||
several sailors on the side snickered) and that perhaps the boy could report | |||
in at a later date. The lad took this as permission to leave and wasted no | |||
time doing so. The Port Captain laughed as the boy cleared the door heels | |||
flying up as he took the turn and the racing footsteps faded. He then | |||
turned back to Azariah and asked for his orders. | |||
"My what?" The measured coldness of the reply was a tip. | |||
"Your . . . orders?" | |||
"I am an Admiral, whom would be cutting ME orders and why would I be | |||
presenting them to YOU?. Now I am to join the crew that has been stumbling | |||
through your doors this day and I plan to do so. You have a choice to make, | |||
get me over to that ship personally or join the lad who just left in flight | |||
from this mans navy. Do I make myself clear?" | |||
Apparently he did for soon he was being rowed out to the waiting | |||
vessel. Once he assured himself of the stability of the ferry he stood at | |||
the prow and admired the lines of the ship he would soon be on. he cast a | |||
practiced eye at the skies and nodded to himself. This would be an | |||
interesteing briefing." | |||
<<<nrpg>>> | |||
Okay, so I'm a bully. | |||
tomorrow the briefing. you may post me aboard and set sail. But I will do | |||
the briefing after a short consult with an arch to make a few modifications | |||
for the sake of the briefing itself. | |||
mike--->who had a day similar to this today | |||
Vice Admiral Azariah Nicholas CINCSILVER<br> | |||
Captain Christof Fife USS REGENT<br> | |||
Lt. Cmdr Eskat Eskat CNS USS HERMES<br> | |||
Lt James Cardiff FCO DEFENDER<br> | |||
Lt. Derek O'Malley CNS USS CALLISTO<br> | |||
Kytan Duandir XO HRSS St. Jude<br> | |||
mdawe@islandnet.com<br> | |||
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Briefing al fresco</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Mike Dawe 5-20-1997</h4> | |||
SD: 90520 | |||
The wind had started to pick up as the Admiral stepped to the chart | |||
table and unrolled a specially prepared roll of what looked like parchment. | |||
When it was laid out and held down at each corner by either an officer who | |||
was handy or a weight of some sort he began by drawing a small blade from on | |||
sleeve and pointing down to the table. | |||
"Hrrmf, here there be dragons." He declared in a melodramatic voice. | |||
The wind freshened even more and he frowned at the fact that the weather was | |||
beginning to upstage him. "Have us weigh anchor and get going. Once we are | |||
running with the wind I'll be less distracted by errant breezes." | |||
"Aye Admiral." The officer stepped back and gave several sets of | |||
orders that, if all were followed would have sunk the ship in less than | |||
three minutes. Fortunately the safeties and the user friendly interface of | |||
the program were in full effect and the ship soon was picking up speed as | |||
she headed out to sea. | |||
Once again back at the chart table they found the Admiral having a | |||
second cup of grog with Bat and arguing. "Now I wouldn't say that about | |||
him. It may be a broomstick but I wouldn't say its all the way up his . . . | |||
hmm? Ah yes. Well done, now back to the briefing. I wish to compliment | |||
you and your team with the good work you've done in finding a suitable | |||
facility. I think I am going to become very familiar with the Husnock | |||
before my tour ends." | |||
A chuckle went around the table from those who had seen the Admirals | |||
new digs. "The only problem is I am not quite happy with the location." | |||
"Repairs to the engines . . . " The CEO began only to be waved off. | |||
"Would be far to costly and time consuming. No. I have an | |||
alternative plan." His dagger touched the map and it shifted to a briefing | |||
display screen showing a region of space. "On this outer edge of our known | |||
area lies a System known as Tango-India. The what used to be the fourth | |||
planet was little too cold for life and the third was too hot." | |||
"What used to be? What happened?" Asked Maril. | |||
"Karrest happened. A new planet arrived on the scene and slotted | |||
right into the life zone of the solar system. It was inhabited by an | |||
intelligent species we had heard rumours about but never found. It seems | |||
that they like to travel without leaving home so they take their world with | |||
them." | |||
"Like the Fabrini?" Asked Meleah. | |||
"No, they had a world that was, in truth, a starship. This starship | |||
is a world. Core, atmosphere, the whole ball of wax. They have developed a | |||
technology that allows them to move an entire planet with the equivalent of | |||
D-Warp. They spend so little time in transit that the planet seems to | |||
suffer no lasting effects. If they could do that for us . . . " | |||
"Then they could move your moonbase for you." Zane finished. | |||
"Correct, but we have yet to make formal contact with the | |||
inhabitants. They are reputed to be a peaceful species, fortunate given | |||
their skills. They have escaped several invasions and attacks simply by | |||
leaving as the approaching force arrives. You will be the first contact | |||
team as they obviously have the tech to warrant it. If successful then you | |||
may also enter negotiations into having them do our little move for us. | |||
Questions?" | |||
"What do we have to offer a planet that can do what they do?" This | |||
came from the counsellor, who would be the most likely negotiator. | |||
"Perhaps a map of vacant systems within the federation and | |||
permission to visit them?" The Admiral growled softly "I don't know, I | |||
haven't met them. That is why I am sending YOU. Find out what they have, | |||
what they need, see if we can get that. People this is a First Contact | |||
mission. I cannot give you much more information besides where to go. I | |||
don't even have a species description for them." He shrugged. "I expect | |||
you to come back with a lot more than I send you out with." | |||
He pulled his dagger from the map and it changed back to a standard | |||
18th century chart. "Now I'll leave you to finish your cruise but I have | |||
other ships to see to . . . " | |||
"I'll call you an arch." Suggested J.C. | |||
"No thank you, Mister Allard. I have arranged my own transport | |||
home." The Admiral stepped to the starboard side of the ship and whistled | |||
through his teeth. A moment passed and then a huge head broke the surface | |||
of the ocean. "Like the map says, 'here there be dragons'." With a wave | |||
the Admiral steeped off of the boat and onto the upper neck of the beast and | |||
it turned and carried him off into the snowstorm. | |||
"I knew I should have kept an eye on him after I gave him access to | |||
the program." J.C. muttered. | |||
<<<nrpg>>> | |||
And now the ball is in the capable hands of the Feynman once again | |||
Go to it. Karrest is a take off of a very old sci-fantasy called the | |||
Witches of Karres but I do not expect you all to rush out and read it and | |||
copy its characters. I only stole what I needed . . . a name and the | |||
ability to move planets. From there it is up to y'all. | |||
mike--->wondering what you'll do first. And I _had_ to make a grand exit | |||
Vice Admiral Azariah Nicholas CINCSILVER<br> | |||
Captain Christof Fife USS REGENT<br> | |||
Lt. Cmdr Eskat Eskat CNS USS HERMES<br> | |||
Lt James Cardiff FCO DEFENDER<br> | |||
Lt. Derek O'Malley CNS USS CALLISTO<br> | |||
Kytan Duandir XO HRSS St. Jude<br> | |||
mdawe@islandnet.com<br> | |||
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: End and Beginning</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by | |||
Andrew Catterick 5-22-1997</h4> | |||
SD: 90522.1400<br> | |||
MD: 1.1000<br> | |||
Scene: Deck of HMS FEYNMAN, Holodeck 2<br> | |||
The assembled FEYNMAN officers watched with bemused smiles as the | |||
admiral whisked away on the back of the dragon. Unfortunately HMS | |||
FEYNMAN’s holocrew were not as amused. As a man they began to sink into | |||
a panic, so much so that two lost there footing and fell overboard. | |||
Fortunately Bat who had nominated himself chief came to their rescue and | |||
managed to calm them down. Mostly through intimidation and insult. The | |||
surprise over he set them to work, rescuing their crewmates. | |||
"Well then," Zane continued. "Pretty straight forward. We head out | |||
into unexplored space, track down a race we have barely anything on, and | |||
try to convince them to give total strangers this unbelievable power. | |||
And to make it even better they have a history of being invaded so I’m | |||
sure will be very trusting of strangers. Did I miss anything?" | |||
"Actually," Maril began thoughtfully, "we might be able to use that | |||
fear to both our advantage. Perhaps a suitable trade might be | |||
membership in the Federation. That would give them protection. They | |||
could even pick up their world and drop it into the middle of our space | |||
if they wanted to." | |||
They all considered the idea. "That’s the best suggestion I can think | |||
of." Zane said. "Anyone else." | |||
<<<Submit if ya got ‘um>>> | |||
"Well Mr. Landers it looks like your about to embark on your first | |||
diplomatic mission." | |||
"Yes sir!" Loren answered it had been quite a meeting for him. "I | |||
look forward to it." | |||
"Good. We leave at 1200. Dismissed." | |||
Someone called for the arch and they began to exit, each heading to | |||
attend to last minute duties. As they did Zane grabbed Kyrsa’s arm | |||
gently and pulled her closer. "I really think you should keep that | |||
outfit." He whispered. | |||
Scene: Bridge | |||
MD:1.1200 | |||
"Course laid in." Jerran announced as Zane entered the bridge from his | |||
ready-room. | |||
"Very well." Zane answered as he lowered himself into his chair, the | |||
premission excitement welling up in him as it always did. "Mr. Allard | |||
signal the DEFENDER that we are leaving and send my compliments to the | |||
admiral." | |||
"Aye sir." Allard replied. "SILVER OPS has cleared us for departure. | |||
"Mr. Jerran, full impulse and then warp 7 when we pass the asteroid | |||
belt." | |||
"Full impulse, aye." | |||
<<<NRPG>>> | |||
And away we go…. | |||
We’ll arrive in the vicinity of Karrest on MD: 7.1400. But I don’t | |||
plan on Rping the whole way….feel free to throw out some filler or | |||
assorted character development etc. | |||
Admin type stuff: | |||
Back when the demon.news gateway to the newsgroup was in full swing | |||
one glance at the list made it look like it was the USS FEYNMAN | |||
newsgroup and some other people posted as well. That of course changed | |||
once that went down. I’d like to get that back. The eddress | |||
<alt.star...@myriad.alias.net> seems stable so if you are having | |||
any problems with the one you are using please try that one. | |||
Please remember NRPG stuff is *not* to go to the newsgroup. I am | |||
probably the worst offender as I am notorious for replying to something | |||
at the end of a post and sending back to the group…watch for that one. | |||
And since I’m in an anal retentive type mood please watch the headings | |||
to the newsgroup its USS FEYNMAN: not RE: USS FEYNMAN. | |||
Thanks. | |||
Respectfully,<br> | |||
Andy<br> | |||
<nowiki>___________________________________________________________</nowiki><br> | |||
-Captain Zane, Commanding, USS FEYNMAN<br> | |||
-Commodore Robert Steele, Commanding TF ZINDERNEUF<br> | |||
-Commander Horatio Sinclair, Fleet Intelligence, BLUE Fleet<br> | |||
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Stop Rocking the Boat.</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Jason Bostjancic 5-22-1997</h4> | |||
SD: 90522 | |||
Scene: Holodeck 2 (HMS FEYNMAN)<br> | |||
The fact that he was just the ship's 'carpenter' left little for the engineer to | |||
do on the pristine ship. Once the meeting was effectively over, he set about | |||
playing out the scenario as the rest of the officers had chosen to do. | |||
<I> | |||
>Koreth seemed to take great interest in hauling sail lines, much to the | |||
surprise of the holo-crew, who were not used to an Officer of His Majesty's | |||
>Navy working beside Able-bodied seamen.<br> | |||
</I> | |||
"An I tau't they was all jus blow 'ards wit fancy buttn's!" Shouted a | |||
particularly unshaven individual. The comment brought a round of | |||
laughter that was quickly silenced when Tarrant looked sternly at | |||
the man and placed his hand on his hilt. | |||
"And *what* is that suppost to mean?" | |||
The sailor now regretted his words, and tried desprately to appologize. | |||
But all that came out was stuttered nonsence. | |||
Grabbing one of the rigs and holding it behind his back, Tarrant | |||
slowly walked towards the man who was now trying to backpedal. | |||
Suddenly in a blur, the man was wrapped up in rope and found himself | |||
hauled airborne up the secondary mast. | |||
Looking wryly at the remaining crew Tarrant asked, "Anyone else have | |||
a comment to make about my buttons?" | |||
Scene: Outside Holodeck 2<br> | |||
Time: MD 1.???? (after the meeting)<br> | |||
As the Feynman's officers headed through the arch, effectively | |||
stepping through time a few centuries, the ease of adjustment from | |||
'sea' to 'land' legs varied among them. And among the worse | |||
was Lt.Cmdr Koreth. | |||
Undaunted, he attempted to catch up with Cmdr Jenn who had | |||
a head start. With each step the partial klingon continued to | |||
compensate for the rocking motion that no longer existed. Needless | |||
to say he nearly bumped into everyone he tried to avoid. It also | |||
didn't help that many of them were distracted by the 'harlett' that | |||
passed them only moments before. | |||
"Commander... Commander Jenn!" | |||
The XO stopped and turned. "Yes, Commander?" | |||
Trying with all his might not to lunge into her, Tarrant leaned up | |||
against the wall. | |||
"Problems ?" asked Krysa with a hint of a smile. | |||
"Please give me a moment." the CEO took a deep breath | |||
and straightened up a bit, "If at all possible, I need to have my | |||
sister and nephew assigned quarters for the duration of this mission." | |||
An inquisitive look crossed her face, "Hmm, I remember seeing their | |||
clearence to come aboard, but I don't remember anything about an | |||
extended stay." | |||
"My 'father' has managed to call in a few favors to ensure they'd be | |||
removed from Cait. Needless to say the order should be in before | |||
we leave." | |||
..................... | |||
NRPG: | |||
Krysa's response? | |||
All, Feel free to play with the character of Tarrant's sister, Ferra. More | |||
than likely she'll spend most of her time in and or around 10-F, and | |||
maybe the sciences. | |||
Character Info: | |||
Her background is strong in archeology, divorced from a | |||
deadbeat I hinted towards earlier, and basicly trying to rebuild | |||
herself back to the spirited person she once was. Quite the | |||
contrast to her older brother. | |||
Little Torin, well he's around four, and has spent the good portion | |||
of the last year living in caves with his mom. Needless to say, | |||
a starship holds many wonders. But, his facination with the | |||
little things is held in check with a bout of shyness. Again, the | |||
lack of interaction has taken its toll. | |||
Both of these characters I developed a while ago for another | |||
project. I felt like trying to adapt them to ASR and see what | |||
may be. | |||
Respectfully,<br> | |||
Jason<br> | |||
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Sailing Home...</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by | |||
Michael "Mike" Dailey 5-22-1997</h4> | |||
SD: 90522.1300<br> | |||
MD: -1.0800<br> | |||
SCENE: H.M.S. FEYNMAN - Quarterdeck<br> | |||
The CSO applied a congratulatory thump onto Loren back as he returned to | |||
his seat, sporting his new hollow pip which looked a tad bit strange upon the | |||
collar of his 18th century Ensigns uniform of His Majesty's Royal Navy. Rory | |||
Heywood, the new aCSO seemed dismayed, as the only equal he had met so far was now | |||
his superior officer. Loren however, was all aglow with excitement. He elbowed | |||
J.C. in the side, | |||
"Guess you don't rate a 'Sir' any longer, huh?" teased the Counsellor. | |||
"Just wait until your next sidearm qualification... I have this little scenario in | |||
mind" they quieted down as Sir Nicholas, Lord High Admiral of the SILVER continued | |||
with the lecture. | |||
<I> | |||
> "Perhaps a map of vacant systems within the federation and<br> | |||
> permission to visit them?" The Admiral growled softly "I don't know, I<br> | |||
> haven't met them. That is why I am sending YOU. Find out what they have,<br> | |||
> what they need, see if we can get that. People this is a First Contact<br> | |||
> mission. I cannot give you much more information besides where to go. I<br> | |||
> don't even have a species description for them." He shrugged. "I expect<br> | |||
> you to come back with a lot more than I send you out with."<br> | |||
</I> | |||
<nowiki>*Another first contact*</nowiki>, though J.C. *Probably another Xanthandi or something | |||
creepy. Why can't we ever discover a people like the Vulcans, the Organians.* A | |||
smile came to his face, *...or the wonderful people from Edo. Their favorite | |||
pastime.... * The CSO shook the thought away, now wishing to become uncomfortable. | |||
<I> | |||
> He pulled his dagger from the map and it changed back to a standard<br> | |||
> 18th century chart. "Now I'll leave you to finish your cruise but I have<br> | |||
> other ships to see to . . . "<br> | |||
</I> | |||
When the Admiral concluded and finished all questions, he indicated it was time | |||
to leave. J.C. piped up, as it never hurt to be kind to the Bear. | |||
"Admiral, can I call for the Arch for you?" asked the CSO. | |||
<I> | |||
> "No thank you, Mister Allard. I have arrnaged my own transport<br> | |||
> home." The Admiral stepped to the starboard side of the ship and whistled<br> | |||
> through his teeth. A moment passed and then a huge head broke the surface<br> | |||
> of the ocean. "Like the map says, 'here there be dragons'." With a wave<br> | |||
> the Admiral steeped off of the boat and onto the upper neck of the beast and<br> | |||
> it turned and carried him off into the snowstorm.<br> | |||
><br> | |||
> "I knew I should have kept an eye on him after I gave him access to<br> | |||
> the program." J.C. muttered.<br> | |||
</I> | |||
All officers stood in at the very least, mild bewilderment. Before them, | |||
a huge creature rose from the English Chanel, emitting a low growl. Azizrah | |||
climbed upon its back, and patted its green scaley head, causing the growling | |||
to become much louder. * Was that thing purring? * Checking his chrono, J.C. | |||
walked up to Zane. | |||
"Leftenant Allard reporting, Sir." Zane donned a broad grin, J.C. wondered if | |||
the Captain was beginning to like to Navy of seven centuries ago. | |||
"Yes, Mr. Allard." said Zane. | |||
"It's three bells until we make port at Southampton." J.C. peered up into the | |||
rigging at the ladder at the mainmast, | |||
"It's a grand view coming into harbor. Would the Captain care to go aloft | |||
and see for himself?" Loren rolled his eyes... The Royal Science Advisor | |||
Meleah propelled J.C. forward a few steps, | |||
"Lead the way, Leftenant!" J.C. audibly gulped. | |||
"Go on, skipper! " nudged Commander Jenn playfully. Commander Terrel happily | |||
shouted orders to the crew, raising and lowering the topsails, headsails, and | |||
gallants, though not quite as skillfully as his counterpart of seven centuries | |||
past would have. Bat was enjoying himself ringing the Ship's bell, not quite | |||
every quarter hour, but closer to every few minutes. | |||
Koreth seemed to take great interest in hauling sail lines, much to the surprise | |||
of the holo-crew, who were not used to an Officer of His Majesty's Navy working | |||
beside Able-bodied seamen. | |||
Submitted,<br> | |||
Mike Dailey<br> | |||
splatter2@qtm.net<br> | |||
<nowiki>******** | |||
* NRPG * | |||
********</nowiki> | |||
Just had to write one more before we really 'set sail'. Go on, Andy. Zane's not | |||
afraid of heights!!!??? | |||
A reminder I'' be on a mini-vacation until Monday night. Will probably have to stop | |||
at a Kinko's or something and get my e-mail, or suffer ASR-withdrawl!!! | |||
To all of my friends on the FEYNMAN, have a fun and safe holiday weekend! | |||
as always,<br> | |||
Cheers!<br> | |||
Mike Dailey<br> | |||
+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+<br> | |||
= 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> | |||
+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+<br> | |||
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: A Theory</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Melanie Pocknall 5-23-1997</h4> | |||
SD: 90523.0247<br> | |||
Holodeck two, HMS FEYNMAN<br> | |||
<I> | |||
> A chuckle went around the table from those who had seen the Admirals<br> | |||
>new digs. "The only problem is I am not quite happy with the location."<br> | |||
><br> | |||
> "Repairs to the engines . . . " The CEO began only to be waved off.<br> | |||
><br> | |||
> "Would be far to costly and time consuming. No. I have an<br> | |||
>alternative plan." His dagger touched the map and it shifted to a briefing<br> | |||
>display screen showing a region of space. "On this outer edge of our known<br> | |||
>area lies a System known as Tango-India. The what used to be the fourth<br> | |||
>planet was little too cold for life and the third was too hot."<br> | |||
><br> | |||
> "What used to be? What happened?" Asked Maril.<br> | |||
><br> | |||
> "Karrest happened. A new planet arrived on the scene and slotted<br> | |||
>right into the life zone of the solar system. It was inhabited by an<br> | |||
>intelligent species we had heard rumours about but never found. It seems<br> | |||
>that they like to travel without leaving home so they take their world with<br> | |||
>them."<br> | |||
</I> | |||
"Like the Fabrini?" Asked Meleah as she leaned forward to take a | |||
better look, although her eyesight was perfect. It was an unconscious | |||
human habit she had picked up over her years in Starfleet. | |||
<I> | |||
> "No, they had a world that was, in truth, a starship. This starship<br> | |||
>is a world. Core, atmosphere, the whole ball of wax. They have developed a<br> | |||
>technology that allows them to move an entire planet with the equivalent of<br> | |||
>D-Warp. They spend so little time in transit that the planet seems to<br> | |||
>suffer no lasting effects. If they could do that for us . . . "<br> | |||
<<SNIP>> | |||
> He pulled his dagger from the map and it changed back to a standard<br> | |||
>18th century chart. "Now I'll leave you to finish your cruise but I have<br> | |||
>other ships to see to . . . "<br> | |||
> | |||
> "I'll call you an arch." Suggested J.C.<br> | |||
><br> | |||
> "No thank you, Mister Allard. I have arranged my own transport<br> | |||
>home." The Admiral stepped to the starboard side of the ship and whistled<br> | |||
>through his teeth. A moment passed and then a huge head broke the surface<br> | |||
>of the ocean. "Like the map says, 'here there be dragons'." With a wave<br> | |||
>the Admiral steeped off of the boat and onto the upper neck of the beast and<br> | |||
>it turned and carried him off into the snowstorm.<br> | |||
><br> | |||
> "I knew I should have kept an eye on him after I gave him access to<br> | |||
>the program." J.C. muttered.<br> | |||
</I> | |||
As the attention turned back to Zane, Meleah pondered the technology that | |||
would be involved in moving a planet. Certainly, human technology was | |||
nowhere near accomplishing such a thing so the ideas Meleah had to draw | |||
upon were limited. But to actually move a whole planet, presumably with | |||
cities on the surface, without suffering too much damage was almost | |||
unthinkable. Half her mind listened to what was going on while the other | |||
half worked on this problem. | |||
<I> | |||
>"Actually," Maril began thoughtfully, "we might be able to use that<br> | |||
>fear to both our advantage. Perhaps a suitable trade might be<br> | |||
>membership in the Federation. That would give them protection. They<br> | |||
>could even pick up their world and drop it into the middle of our space<br> | |||
>if they wanted to."<br> | |||
><br> | |||
> They all considered the idea. "That’s the best suggestion I can think<br> | |||
>of." Zane said. "Anyone else."<br> | |||
</I> | |||
Meleah spoke up next. She had been thinking that the damage done to the | |||
areas of space in which the planet came to rest would be difficult to | |||
measure. In leaving a region of space, a planet would make a small change | |||
in the density of that space which could ultimately lead to some adverse | |||
effects in the surrounding area. She said as much to Zane. | |||
"How?" he asked. | |||
"Over the past fifty years, there has been an increase in the research into | |||
hyperstrings. Hyperstrings make up the very fabric of space, and make our | |||
universe unique. However, they can be pushed out of shape by various | |||
events. Our ships passing through space doesn't have enough mass to | |||
disrupt the strings but a planet's mass would displace them. There is a | |||
theory that if a planet were to be destroyed, it would cause the strings to | |||
vibrate. This vibration would theoretically affect the orbit of planets | |||
and stars, which in turn would disrupt the natural environment of the | |||
planets. If any of the stars fell out of orbit into the path of a planet | |||
or a star, the effects would be catastrophic." | |||
"But what does that have to do with the Karrest?" one of the officers asked. | |||
"When Karrest arrives at a new place, it's density would hypothetically be | |||
enough to slightly alter the strings in that area of space. Depending on | |||
it's proximity to other planets, it could alter the gravity of neighbouring | |||
planets, which would be disasterous for any inhabitants. Because it has | |||
not been documented so far, it would be safe to assume that the Karrest | |||
have a way to determe precisely where each planet is in the system that | |||
they want to live in, so that they do not disrupt the natural state of | |||
things too much." | |||
<nowiki>------</nowiki> | |||
NRPG: | |||
Finally, a scientific idea from me! I'll do something about exploring that | |||
theory later on. | |||
Sincerely yours, | |||
Lt Meleah, Royal Scientific Advisor, HMS FEYNMAN, Silver Fleet. | |||
Melanie. | |||
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: A Physical Sensation...</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by David Williams 5-23-1997</h4> | |||
SD: 90523.2155 CDT/0255 GMT (90524)<br> | |||
MD: 1.1015<br> | |||
Scene: Sickbay<br> | |||
After having made a brief stop to her quarters to change, Mary made her way into | |||
her office which was occupied at the moment with the presence of Dr. Dana | |||
Scully. Dana smiled as Mary entered the room. Mary let out a sigh and dropped | |||
into the chair in front of the CMO's desk. | |||
"Can I get you something Dr. Mac? You don't look very well..." Dana trailed | |||
off. | |||
"Yes, please. Berry Punch. I've had a long night and a grueling mission | |||
briefing. How are the staff physicals going?" Mary said and attempted a smile | |||
as Dana handed her a cold cup of Berry Punch. | |||
"Physicals are going well. I've done 10 so far this morning. Ferra and Torin | |||
are scheduled for 1030. I thought you might like to do theirs personally, since | |||
they are V.I.P. guests and members of LCDR Koreth's family." Dana asked as she | |||
rumaged through pile of PADDs on the CMO's desk. She pulled out a datafile for | |||
Ferra and Torin, which she handed to Mary. | |||
"1030? That will be fine. They are V.I.P. guests and I don't imagine in their | |||
last few months on Cait they received acceptable checkups. Would you get one of | |||
the nurses to set up exam 1 for a full physical. Thanks, Dana, and please, call | |||
me Mary." Mary said as she smiled at Dana. | |||
Dana left the room, which gave Mary a few minutes to prepare herself before the | |||
arrival of Ferra and Torin. | |||
<nowiki>---------</nowiki><br> | |||
Scene: Exam 1 | |||
Ferra was trying to get little Torin to set on the exam bed and not fuss, but | |||
was having a hard time. Nurse Caine finally bribed the youngster into sitting | |||
quietly with a piece of Bajoran Pull Candy. Ferra whispered a well-deserved | |||
thank you to Caine, as Samantha stepped back to allow Mary to continue her | |||
examination. Mary did a final sweep with her tricorder wand and correlated the | |||
data. | |||
"He has a slight upper-respiratory infection. I'll replicate the medication. | |||
He should take this medication 3 times a day for 5 days and that should clear up | |||
the infection before it can become a larger problem. It seems to be a strain of | |||
the Caitan Hydrocephalic flu which is very common on Cait this time of the | |||
year." Mary finished as she stepped towards the repicator. | |||
"Computer. Replicate pharmaceutical #4335-8769 Zeta for Patient #3-667932TK. | |||
Authorization Mackrenseklar Theta 2997 Blue." Mary said, reciting the number | |||
from memory. | |||
The replicator emitted a small whine as a bottle of gel-encapsulated pills | |||
formed on the pad. Tornname and instructions for use were clearly marked on the | |||
side of the bottle in blue, Federation script. | |||
Mary handed the bottle to Ferra, who was holding Torin in her arms. "That's all | |||
for today. I would like to see Torin in a week for a check-up. See you then." | |||
Mary said, smiling at Ferra. | |||
"Thank you, Doctor. I'll see that Roin takes these. Maybe we can get together | |||
for a drink in the 10 forward sometime?" Ferra said. | |||
"I would like that very much." Mary said. | |||
"Have a nice day>" Ferra called out as she was leaving. | |||
Mary sincerely doubted she was going to have a good day for some time to come... | |||
<nowiki>_____________</nowiki><br> | |||
NRPG:<br> | |||
All: This will be last post until Monday! Have a great weekend, I know I will! | |||
Mmmmmmmmm...Potato Salad... <insert Homer's drool here>. | |||
Jason: I think we have a budding friendship between Ferra and Mary. One I plan | |||
on continuing, As things get uglier in Mary's dreams, she's going to need a | |||
confidante... | |||
Andy: Thanks for being so prompt in your response to my request. Andrea's got | |||
it all lined up for me to be my one true love, an Engineer. My posting, if | |||
everything works out, will be DS12 in Blue Fleet. Hoorah! | |||
Kristen: XO? Promotion or mutiny? ;) I was wondering if you plan on adding | |||
Bios to your wonderful Feynman homepage. I noticed Krysa's, but no one elses. | |||
Also, Oops! My character's rank and species seem to be missing... Just wanted | |||
to let you know. | |||
<nowiki>____________</nowiki><br> | |||
Respectfully submitted,<br> | |||
Ensign Mary Dana Mac(krenseklar), M.D.<br> | |||
CMO, USS FEYNMAN, Silver Fleey<br> | |||
Ensign Henry Elias Jekyll, Ph.D.<br> | |||
CSCI, USS HERMES, Red Fleet<br> | |||
Lieutenant Ha'Tila Molari<br> | |||
Awaiting orders, SB ALPHA, Wolf 359<br> | |||
David Williams<br> | |||
drjekyll@softwareplus.net<br> | |||
Sallisaw, Oklahoma, USA<br> | |||
"The dream is still alive, The one of you an I, | |||
And my heart keeps returning, | |||
I couldn't let it die, No I knew it would survive, | |||
The dream is still alive..." | |||
--Wilson Phillips, "The Dream Is Still Alive" | |||
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Heading Out</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Kristen Gant 5-25-1997</h4> | |||
Stardate: 90525.1314<br> | |||
Scene: Holodeck<br> | |||
Krysa sauntered toward the arch, enjoying the stares she got as she | |||
went. It was rare that she got to play such a role and she was eating it | |||
up. She had smiled at Zane when he suggested she should keep the outfit, | |||
giving him a devilish glance. | |||
She chuckled again when a seaman carrying a water harness across his | |||
shoulder spun around, knocking another man in the head with one of the | |||
buckets of water. The victim howled in rage, as water drenched his now | |||
drooping hat. Yes, she would definitely have to keep this outfit. | |||
The corridor of the FEYNMAN were not as crowded as the deck of the HMS | |||
FEYNMAN, yet those that were passing by Holodeck 2 as they emerged | |||
couldn't help but stop and stare at the spectacle walking past them. | |||
Krysa was stopped in her tracks by a voice calling from behind her. | |||
<I> | |||
>"Commander... Commander Jenn!"<br> | |||
>The OPs officer stopped and turned. "Yes, Commander?"<br> | |||
>Trying with all his might not to lunge into her, Tarrant leaned up against the wall.<br> | |||
>"Problems ?" asked Krysa with a hint of a smile.<br> | |||
>"Please give me a moment." the CEO took a deep breath and straightened<br> | |||
>up a bit, "If at all possible, I need to have my sister and nephew<br> | |||
>assigned quarters for the duration of this mission."<br> | |||
>An inquisitive look crossed her face, "Hmm, I remember seeing their<br> | |||
>clearance to come aboard, but I don't remember anything about an<br> | |||
>extended stay."<br> | |||
>"My 'father' has managed to call in a few favors to ensure they'd be<br> | |||
>removed from Cait. Needless to say the order should be in before we leave."<br> | |||
</I> | |||
"No problem, Tarrant." Krysa smiled. "You are lucky you caught me in a | |||
good mood." | |||
"Well, I had thought of waiting until after lunch," he said as the green | |||
tinge from his skin began to fade slightly. | |||
"Hmm," she said, raising her eyebrow, "Just make sure they have their | |||
physicals on file with our new CMO before we depart." | |||
"I will. Thank you." | |||
<nowiki>***</nowiki><br> | |||
MD: 1.1210<br> | |||
Krysa sat at OPs thinking about their newest mission. She was a lot more | |||
comfortable now that she was changed back into more appropriate dress | |||
for a Starfleet Officers. But there was little for her to do at her | |||
station other then basic operations at this point in their mission. She | |||
looked up to see the young Ens. Nunlot sitting a short distance away at | |||
a separate station. | |||
She caught his eye, and motioned him to come and take her spot as she | |||
moved to sit in the counselor's chair next to the Captain. He looked | |||
down at her, "What's on your mind, Commander?" | |||
"Well, I was wondering what is to stop Karrest from leaving as soon as | |||
we arrive?" she asked. | |||
"One small starship is not a threat to them." | |||
"No," she said, "I realize that, but one ship can often be the start of | |||
more coming." | |||
"As in a scout." | |||
Krysa nodded. "I was wondering if it might not be prudent to have a | |||
friendship message broadcasting as we approach?" | |||
Regards,<br> | |||
Lt.Cmdr. Krysa Jenn<br> | |||
OPs/2O, USS FEYNMAN<br> | |||
<nowiki>***</nowiki><br> | |||
NRPG: Sorry for the pathetic post. I've been uninspired the last couple | |||
of days. Ah well. Hopefully, I'll get inspired before we get to Karrest | |||
.. how long before that happens anyway, I know Mike's post said they | |||
were in far reaches of our know space, so I figure it'll probably take a | |||
few days. | |||
Kristen | |||
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: BrOT: Tactical</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Max Felsher 5-28-1997</h4> | |||
SD 90528.0330(GMT)<br> | |||
SLD 4.1830<br> | |||
SCENE: Holodeck<br> | |||
Maril tapped in the command to freeze the | |||
test program and looked up at | |||
Ensign Landers. | |||
"Good job, Ensign," he said, saying it as if | |||
it were neither a compliment nor a | |||
reprimand. "Are you ready for the next section?" | |||
Landers had stood up. "Yes, sir, I am | |||
ready." | |||
"Good. Computer, begin Bridge Officer's | |||
Test, Section: Tactical." | |||
For the third time in the test, the Feynman's | |||
bridge was the location, although | |||
this time it was Allard who Landers replaced. | |||
"Captain," Landers called out, "we're | |||
receiving a communication from a | |||
scientific outpost on Celera VII." | |||
"On screen," the holographic Zane said as he | |||
and the fictional Maril stood up. | |||
[This is Celera VII to any nearby Federation | |||
ship. We require assistance.] | |||
"Celera VII, this is the USS Feynman," Zane | |||
replied to the call. "How do you | |||
require this assistance?" | |||
[We've been having unexplained seismic | |||
activity. We need to evacuate some | |||
of our people. A mobile sensor array might help | |||
us in figuring out what's | |||
wrong, too.] | |||
"Very well, Celera VII, we'll be there in | |||
less than an hour. Feynman out." | |||
Zane signaled for the link to be cut. "Mr. | |||
Jerran, plot a course for the Celera | |||
system, Warp 9." | |||
"Aye, sir." | |||
Landers waited as the Feynman sped towards | |||
"Celera VII". Almost fifty | |||
minutes later, Jerran reported, "Sir, we've | |||
reached the Celera system." | |||
"Set a course for Celera VII and form a low | |||
orbit around the planet." | |||
As Landers looked down at his console, he | |||
noticed a light flashing. "Captain, I | |||
believe the outpost is hailing us." | |||
"On screen." This time, no one stood up. | |||
[Feynman, thank goodness you've | |||
come! Our wounded are ready to be evacuated. We | |||
just need you to lower your | |||
shields.] | |||
The last statement aroused a tiny bit of | |||
suspicion in Landers, but he decided to | |||
dismiss it once Zane ordered, "Make it so, Mr. | |||
Landers." | |||
As he lowered the shields, Landers noticed | |||
several moving flashing points of | |||
light. | |||
"Captain!" he almost screamed. "Ferengi | |||
Marauder at 027, mark 36. Another | |||
at 196, mark 13. And a third at 143, mark 302!" | |||
"Shields up!" Maril bellowed. Landers | |||
initiated the command sequence, but as | |||
he did, a shot from the first marauder scored, | |||
shaking the bridge. | |||
"Return fire, Mr. Landers," Zane ordered | |||
without hesitation. | |||
The sun has met the sea,<br> | |||
Commander Onta Maril,<br> | |||
First Officer, USS Feynman,<br> | |||
aka Max Felsher<br> | |||
NRPG: | |||
Kevin:Here's the tactical section. only the | |||
command section after this. | |||
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Straight Talk...</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by David Williams 5-31-1997</h4> | |||
SD 90531.2001 CDT/0101 GMT (90601)<br> | |||
MD: 3.1930<br> | |||
Scene: En route to 10FWD<br> | |||
Mary was a little surprised when Meleah had asked her out to dinner. | |||
Most of the others were friendly enough, but they seemed distant, like | |||
they were afraid of her. *I guess what they say about first impressions | |||
is true after all.* Mary thought to herself as she and Meleah walked down | |||
Deck 10 towards its famous lounge. | |||
As they were walking down the corridor, they came upon Krysa who was | |||
dressed for a party. That's when Mary picked up on the noise coming from | |||
down the hall. "Is there a party in 10 forward" Mary asked the others. | |||
"I thought you knew. The Security department is throwing a bash for Mr. | |||
Jonas. It's his 19th birthday and he'll be leaving off ALB soon." Meleah | |||
answered. | |||
Krysa laughed. "I have a feeling that J.C. was just a tad intimidated. | |||
It's okay. All the senior staff are invited, but it's not required." | |||
The trio entered a 10FWD in full party mode. Music was playing loudly in | |||
the background and several couples were dancing on a makeshift dance | |||
floor in the middle of the room. Most of the others were just mingling | |||
and having a general good time. | |||
"I'm going to go get us some drinks. Why don't you two find us a table." | |||
Krysa said over the loud Klingon music. | |||
Meleah repleid in the affirmative, and she and Mary got the last table in | |||
the house. Krysa met Bat's eye and got three Ferengi Black Holes. She | |||
carefully threaded her way back to the table. More than once she was | |||
bumped into by dancing crewmembers. | |||
<Time Passes. Other Posts inserted here> | |||
<nowiki>-----------------</nowiki><br> | |||
MD: 3.2307<br> | |||
The trio had been in 10FWd for almost three hours. The music had died | |||
down a little as they were serving pieces from a very large birthday | |||
cake. As the girls were enjoying their cake, Rory Heywood came up to the | |||
table. | |||
"Care if I join you ladies?" Rory said. | |||
"No, please. Sit." Krysa said as she motioned to the empty fourth chair. | |||
Rory sat down and proceeded to engage Mary in conversation. | |||
"Doctor, I know that this is your down time, but I thought that i might | |||
mention that you haven't completed the required phaser range proficiency | |||
test for Away Team Duty yet. I was wondering if you might want to join me | |||
in the phaser range. It might make things easier for you to have | |||
company..." Rory realized he was babbling and trailed off. | |||
"That would be a welcome idea. How about 1600 hours tomorrow afternoon? | |||
Right after my shift." Mary replied. She was in the best mood she had | |||
been in days. It must be the 6 Black Holes she had consumed. | |||
"That would be great. If its not too forward. I was wondering if I | |||
might have this next dance." Rory asked, nervously. He had heard of the | |||
Doctor's reputation for violence in the holodeck. The music had slowed | |||
to a slow Vulcan etude, perfect for a slow dance. | |||
Mary wondered if it was a good idea. She felt awkward and nervous, but | |||
finally decided to give a try. She got up and Rory extended his hand. | |||
She nervously took it and he wheeled her out onto the dance floor. Rory, | |||
it seemed, was an excellent dancer. They glided up and down the dance | |||
floor ad Meleah and Krysa exchanged surprised looks. | |||
The other couples moved off the dance floor to give them room to dance. | |||
Everyone's eyes were on mary and Rory... | |||
---------- | |||
NRPG: | |||
All: It would seem that the Black Holes have had a positive effect on | |||
Mary.... The song "I Could Have Danced All Night" kept rotating in my | |||
head as I wrote this. This looks like a party to end all parties. I | |||
can't wait to see what everyone else comes up with for the party. | |||
Mike: Rory might not want to go any further than dancing. Mary has | |||
dropped part of her guard, but not all of it..... | |||
Until next time..... | |||
Respectfully submitted, | |||
Lieutenant Ha'Tila Molari<br> | |||
CEO, DEEP SPACE 12, Blue Fleet<br> | |||
Ensign Mary Dana Mac(krenseklar), M.D.<br> | |||
CMO, USS FEYNMAN, Silver Fleet<br> | |||
Ensign Henry Elias Jekyll, Ph.D.<br> | |||
CSCI, USS HERMES, Red Fleet<br> | |||
David Williams<br> | |||
asr@mindless.com<br> | |||
drjekyll@softwareplus.net<br> | |||
Sallisaw, Oklahoma, USA<br> | |||
"The dream is still alive, The one of you an I, | |||
And my heart keeps returning, | |||
I couldn't let it die, No I knew it would survive, | |||
The dream is still alive..." | |||
--Wilson Phillips, "The Dream Is Still Alive" | |||
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<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Range Games</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by David Williams 5-31-1997</h4> | |||
SD 90531.1647 CDT/2147 GMT<br> | |||
MD: 4.1610<br> | |||
Scene: Sickbay<br> | |||
Rory Heywood stepped into sickbay just as Mary was finishing Commander | |||
Maril's physical. Maril was just putting his pips back on his collar when | |||
Rory stepped forward. | |||
"Mr Heywood. Right on time. I'll be ready to go in a minute. I just | |||
have a few things to finish. Would you please wait in my office?" Mary | |||
said turning her attention from the Tamarien that sat before her. | |||
"Yes Ma'am" was the only response Rory gave before disappearing into the | |||
nether regions of Mary's office. | |||
"Before you go Commander. May I aks you a question?" Mary asked as she | |||
handed her XO a PADD with his phyiscal information on it | |||
"Certainly Doctor. What is it that you'd like to know?" Maril said, | |||
curiously. | |||
"I am familiar with your native language, and I noticed that Captain Zane | |||
mentions phrase often. But the phrases he quotes are often mistranslated | |||
or misidentified. Why is that?" Mary wondered. | |||
All Maril did was chuckle and walk out of sickbay. Mary wondered if it | |||
was some private joke. She didn't have much time to ponder, because she | |||
had a strapping aCSO waiting in her office. | |||
Dr. Hibbert and Rory were engaged in an amusing conversation when Mary | |||
entered the office. Dana had already left for the day, and Mary had | |||
worked past her shift to conclude Maril's physical. Mary gathered her | |||
stuff as they finished they're conversation. | |||
"Are you ready Doctor?" Heywood asked. *I wonder how good she'll be. | |||
Everything I've ever heard about Orion females paints them as nothing but | |||
sex objects. I wonder if she'll even pass...* Rory thought to himself. | |||
Mary answered in the affirmative as she strapped on a Bajoran Type-II-U | |||
Phaser to her hip. Rory looked at the ovpowerfully upgraded phaser and | |||
wondered what a sex object would need with a security-issue phaser. | |||
<nowiki>------</nowiki><br> | |||
Scene: Just outside the Phaser Range<br> | |||
Mary and Rory exited the phaser range and waited while the computer | |||
tabulated their score. Rory was in complete disbelief. *She was like a | |||
Marclosian Wind Devil. How could anyone move that fast. I don't even | |||
want to know....* Rory finally decided. | |||
Rory just stood there in shock as the computer displayed the averages of | |||
the three completed levels. | |||
"Computer, display range scores" | |||
The requested information scrolled across the screen. | |||
<nowiki>-----------------------------------</nowiki><br> | |||
Phaser Range Levels 1-3 completed | |||
Scores: | |||
Rory Heywood | |||
Assistant Chief Security Officer | |||
Training Level: Expert | |||
Score: 92% | |||
Mary D. Mackrenseklar | |||
Chief Medical Officer | |||
Training Level: Above Expert | |||
Score: 97%<br> | |||
<nowiki>------------------------------------</nowiki><br> | |||
Rory looked very pleased at his score and then wondered if the Doctor | |||
might want to join the Security team. | |||
"Does that satisfy the Away Team requirements, Mr. Heywood?" Mary asked. | |||
"Quite" was all that Rory Heywood could manage to say. | |||
<nowiki>----------------------------</nowiki><br> | |||
NRPG:<br> | |||
All: Rematch anyone? As described in Mary's bio, she is quite the | |||
little markswoman. Is the Bajoran Phaser acceptable for personal use on | |||
Away Team mission or will a Starfleet Type-II-B Phaser be required? The | |||
next post should be sometime later this evening, not to mention the one | |||
for DS12 that still has to be written. Jeez, take a few days off to go | |||
to the Hospital and the work just piles up on ya. <VBG> | |||
Mike: Sorry if this makes J.C. depressed. Maybe he'd like to practice | |||
with Mary sometime? <G> | |||
Melanie: Dinner date and the requisite party are next. | |||
Respectfully submitted, | |||
Lieutenant Ha'Tila Molari<br> | |||
CEO, DEEP SPACE 12, Blue Fleet<br> | |||
Ensign Mary Dana Mac(krenseklar), M.D.<br> | |||
CMO, USS FEYNMAN, Silver Fleet<br> | |||
Ensign Henry Elias Jekyll, Ph.D.<br> | |||
CSCI, USS HERMES, Red Fleet<br> | |||
David Williams<br> | |||
asr@mindless.com<br> | |||
drjekyll@softwareplus.net<br> | |||
Sallisaw, Oklahoma, USA<br> | |||
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<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: A Deep Secret...</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by David Williams 5-31-1997</h4> | |||
SD 90531.1250 CDT/ 1750 GMT<br> | |||
MD: Late Evening on Day 1<br> | |||
Scene: The corridor outside 10FWD<br> | |||
Mary and Loren walked down the corridor with very little being said. | |||
Loren began to get distinct impressions from her that she was hiding | |||
something, something she was struggling to tell him about. Loren waited | |||
patiently as he walked beside Mary, waitng for her to make her move. | |||
Mary couldn't do it. *I want to tell him, but I can't. Or can I? I | |||
can't simply tell him out here in the open. But, where?* Mary thought | |||
to herself. Mary spotted a storage room. As they got close to it, Mary | |||
opened the door and pulled Loren into the room with her. | |||
Loren was surprised to say the least. "What are you doing, Doctor?" was | |||
all that Loren could sputter. | |||
"I have something to tell you. Something I couldn't say in the corridor." | |||
Mary said, apprehensive about telling him of her nightmares. | |||
"Go on, please. Take all the time you need." Loren said as he luickly | |||
shifted gears from surprise to sympathy. | |||
"I use my gruffness as a shield, particularly with men. I'm sure you are | |||
familiar with my psychological profile. That is why I feel I can talk to | |||
you about this. I have been having nightmares for the last two nights. | |||
But they aren't nightmares, at least not in the traditional sense. We | |||
have a name for these kinds of dreams on Orion, Poji. Poji aren't really | |||
dreams, but conduits by which to kill the sleeping. I think I'm being | |||
stalked by someone in my dreams. Someone who knows me very, very | |||
well..." Mary trailed off, noticing the faint disbelief on Loren's face. | |||
Mary unhooked the top part of her dress, showing Loren the five, | |||
distinctive bruises on her neck. Bruises that couldn't be mistaken for | |||
anything else than fingermarks. Loren's eyes became saucers, as he | |||
started to believe the Mary's story. | |||
<Loren's response> | |||
<nowiki>-------------------</nowiki><br> | |||
NRPG:<br> | |||
All: This is just one of many posts today. Sorry this one was short, | |||
but I didn't want to write the counselor's reaction. | |||
Kevin: Your description of Mary was a little gruff, but know you now | |||
why. <G> Thnaks for adding a perspective on the character I hadn't | |||
thought of. Thanks for dropping me a note about my ordeal. It was | |||
greatly appreciated. | |||
Melanie: Mary and Meleah's dinner date will be following shortly. I'm | |||
sure they'll have a lot to talk about, expecially if there's a party. | |||
Mike: Break out the phasers, it's range scoring time. Post will follow | |||
shortly. | |||
<nowiki>-----------</nowiki><br> | |||
Respectfully submitted,<br> | |||
Lieutenant Ha'Tila Molari<br> | |||
CEO, DEEP SPACE 12, Blue Fleet<br> | |||
Ensign Mary Dana Mac(krenseklar), M.D.<br> | |||
CMO, USS FEYNMAN, Silver Fleet<br> | |||
Ensign Henry Elias Jekyll, Ph.D.<br> | |||
CSCI, USS HERMES, Red Fleet<br> | |||
David Williams<br> | |||
asr@mindless.com<br> | |||
drjekyll@softwareplus.net<br> | |||
Sallisaw, Oklahoma, USA<br> | |||
"The dream is still alive, The one of you an I, | |||
And my heart keeps returning, | |||
I couldn't let it die, No I knew it would survive, | |||
The dream is still alive..." | |||
--Wilson Phillips, "The Dream Is Still Alive" | |||
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