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<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: A Deep Secret...</h3>
<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>
<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>
SD 90531.2001 CDT/0101 GMT (90601)<br>
MD: Late Evening on Day 1<br>
MD: 3.1930<br>
Scene: The corridor outside 10FWD<br>
Scene: En route to 10FWD<br>
 
 
Mary and Loren walked down the corridor with very little being said.
Mary was a little surprised when Meleah had asked her out to dinner.
Loren began to get distinct impressions from her that she was hiding
Most of the others were friendly enough, but they seemed distant, like
something, something she was struggling to tell him about. Loren waited
they were afraid of her. *I guess what they say about first impressions
patiently as he walked beside Mary, waitng for her to make her move.
is true after all.* Mary thought to herself as she and Meleah walked down
 
Deck 10 towards its famous lounge.
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
As they were walking down the corridor, they came upon Krysa who was
to herself. Mary spotted a storage room. As they got close to it, Mary
dressed for a party. That's when Mary picked up on the noise coming from
opened the door and pulled Loren into the room with her.
down the hall. "Is there a party in 10 forward" Mary asked the others.
 
 
Loren was surprised to say the least. "What are you doing, Doctor?" was
"I thought you knew. The Security department is throwing a bash for Mr.
all that Loren could sputter.
Jonas. It's his 19th birthday and he'll be leaving off ALB soon." Meleah
 
answered.
"I have something to tell you. Something I couldn't say in the corridor."
 
Mary said, apprehensive about telling him of her nightmares.
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."
"Go on, please. Take all the time you need." Loren said as he wuickly
 
shifted gears from surprise to sympathy.
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
"I use my gruffness as a shield, particularly with men. I'm sure you are
floor in the middle of the room. Most of the others were just mingling
familiar with my psychological profile. That is why I feel I can talk to
and having a general good time.
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
"I'm going to go get us some drinks. Why don't you two find us a table."
have a name for these kinds of dreams on Orion, Poji. Poji aren't really
Krysa said over the loud Klingon music.
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
Meleah repleid in the affirmative, and she and Mary got the last table in
well..." Mary trailed off, noticing the faint disbelief on Loren's face.
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
Mary unhooked the top part of her dress, showing Loren the five,
bumped into by dancing crewmembers.
distinctive bruises on her neck. Bruises that couldn't be mistaken for
 
anything else than fingermarks. Loren's eyes became saucers, as he
<Time Passes. Other Posts inserted here>
started to believe the Mary's story.
<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>
<Loren's response>


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CSCI, USS HERMES, Red Fleet<br>
David Williams<br>
David Williams<br>
a...@mindless.com<br>
asr@mindless.com<br>
drjekyll@softwareplus.net<br>
drjekyll@softwareplus.net<br>
Sallisaw, Oklahoma, USA<br>
Sallisaw, Oklahoma, USA<br>
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--Wilson Phillips, "The Dream Is Still Alive"
--Wilson Phillips, "The Dream Is Still Alive"


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