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<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: NRPG Pre-Mission Stuff</h3>
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<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Kristen Gant --1997</h4>
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Kristen Gant 5-9-1997</h4>


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<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>
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<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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