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<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: NRPG Pre-Mission Stuff</h3>
<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 --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>
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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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