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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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Mary sincerely doubted she was going to have a good day for some time to come... | Mary sincerely doubted she was going to have a good day for some time to come... | ||
<nowiki>_____________</nowiki><br> | <nowiki>_____________</nowiki><br> | ||
NRPG: | NRPG:<br> | ||
All: This will be last post until Monday! Have a great weekend, I know I will! | All: This will be last post until Monday! Have a great weekend, I know I will! | ||
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The dream is still alive..." | The dream is still alive..." | ||
--Wilson Phillips, "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" | |||
<nowiki>-------------------==== Posted via Deja News ====-----------------------</nowiki><br> | |||
http://www.dejanews.com/ Search, Read, Post to Usenet | |||
<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> | |||
<nowiki>-------------------==== Posted via Deja News ====-----------------------</nowiki><br> | |||
http://www.dejanews.com/ Search, Read, Post to Usenet | |||
<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" | |||
<nowiki>-------------------==== Posted via Deja News ====-----------------------</nowiki><br> | |||
http://www.dejanews.com/ Search, Read, Post to Usenet |
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