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<font style="font-size: large; font-stretch: expanded; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">TOTAL MAY 1997 POSTS: | <font style="font-size: large; font-stretch: expanded; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">TOTAL MAY 1997 POSTS: 31</font> | ||
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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 | |||
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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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> | |||
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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> | CSCI, USS HERMES, Red Fleet<br> | ||
David Williams<br> | David Williams<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" | ||
-------------------==== Posted via Deja News ====----------------------- | <nowiki>-------------------==== Posted via Deja News ====-----------------------</nowiki><br> | ||
http://www.dejanews.com/ Search, Read, Post to Usenet | http://www.dejanews.com/ Search, Read, Post to Usenet |
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