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<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Logs of Fire or ON Fire?</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by | |||
Michael "Mike" Dailey 6-2-1997</h4> | |||
SD: 90602.0030 | |||
MD: 3.0730 | |||
SCENE - CSO's quarters - cabin 735, Deck 7 | |||
<Ship's Time is 0730 hrs.> | |||
"Mrrfff." A pillow went airborne and landed a few meters from the bed. | |||
<Ship's time is 0731 hrs.> | |||
"RRFF!" J.C. found some energy to sit upright in bed, immediately regretting | |||
the act as the room started to spin faster than warp 10. | |||
<Ship's time....> | |||
"COMPUTER! Belay than bloody noise!!" | |||
<Acnkowledged. Alarm halted. You have three new mail messages pending.> | |||
Last night's 'birthday and graduation party' for Cadet, and soon to be | |||
Ensign Shane Hensley had lasted well through the morning hours. Most of | |||
the entire Security Department had attended, save those on GAMMA shift. | |||
Even SCPO T'boc had wandered in with amused interest, (for a Vulcan). | |||
Mr. Rory Heywood, the aCSO and newest addition to the FEYNMAN Security | |||
department, had fit right in with the group, as though he had been on | |||
the ship for quite some time, instead of a ripe-green Ensign. Like every | |||
social function, someone had 'acquired' some non-synthahol contraband and | |||
found it's way to everyone's cups. | |||
Between J.C. and Bat's personal stocks, there was enough to keep the | |||
respective cups quite full. J.C. struggled to climb out of bed, realizing | |||
how often his cup had been refilled over the course of the party. | |||
Somehow the CSO maneuvered over to head, and after tending to necessities, | |||
rested his face against the replicator. | |||
"Grif me a ashtiner burf..." mumbled J.C. | |||
<Selection not valid, please repeat your request.> | |||
A deep breath... followed by another. "I SAID..." immediately regretting | |||
raising his voice... "give me an antimatter mixer". It was a concoction he | |||
had become great friends with during the Academy. Tasted like orange juice, | |||
but was concentrated vitamins B1 and C. Rumor had it Antimatter mixers were | |||
more popular with Cadets than the old standby coffee. | |||
The drink fizzled into existence, and J.C. quenched his dry throat, downing the | |||
entire cupfull in a few gulps. | |||
Following a soothing sonic shower, and sporting a fresh clean uniform, J.C. felt | |||
much better, though the pounding in his head still continued, he pictured meeting | |||
the new CMO... * "Pleased to meet you, Dr. Mackrenseklar. Can I have a hangover | |||
suppressant?" He laughed at the thought, and checked the chrono... 0750. Ten | |||
minutes until APLHA. He would have time to skim through his mail. Parking himself | |||
at his desk, J.C. accessed the shipwide mail server. He had heard Engineering | |||
bragging about the recent installation of a new, SUPPOSEDLY faster server... which | |||
he would believe such when he seen it. | |||
The first was a query from 'fleet Command about the MARK-VI upgrades. Forward that | |||
to T'Boc. The second was from his Grandmother, Cdr. Isabel Allard on DS-5, he flagged | |||
that one to read later. The next was from the ship's XO, Commander Maril. | |||
<I> | |||
<nowiki>> >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>Begin Message>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>></nowiki><br> | |||
> To: All Senior Officers, USS Feynman | |||
> From: Commander Onta Maril, Executive Officer, USS Feynman | |||
> Subject: Upcoming Away Team Assignments | |||
> | |||
> Tomorrow, at 0800 hours, the following members of | |||
> the senior staff will beam down to the surface of Karrest, as | |||
> close as possible without arousing the Karrestians' suspicion | |||
> to what appears to be their main city on the northern | |||
> continent: | |||
> | |||
> Commander Onta Maril | |||
> Lt. Commander Krysa Jenn | |||
> Lt. Jerran Terel | |||
> Lt.(jg) Loren Landers | |||
> | |||
> In addition, two science officers and two engineering officers | |||
> other than Lt. Meleah and Lt. Commander Koreth will acompany the | |||
> away team. | |||
> | |||
> All members of the away team will be surgically altered to resemble | |||
> the Karrestians and communicators will be implanted outside each | |||
> member's ears. Phasers will not be allowed on the away team. | |||
> Tricorders, if hidden well, will be allowed. | |||
> | |||
> We will attempt to ascertain the actual level of Karrestian technology. | |||
> As well as a physical disguise, we will assume the guise of a | |||
> traveling performing troupe. I will be in charge of the troupe. | |||
> Every member of the away team should attempt to create as thorough a | |||
> character as possible. | |||
> | |||
> There will be a meeting of the away team members and Captain Zane at 0700 | |||
> hours in the Observation Lounge tomorrow to coordinate the away team before | |||
> we beam down at 0800. | |||
> | |||
> Commander Onta Maril | |||
> Executive Officer, USS Feynman, NCC-66000 | |||
<nowiki>> >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>End Message>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>></nowiki><br> | |||
</I> | |||
J.C. blinked a few times, and reread the message again, his mouth agape in shock. | |||
He could understand Maril's no-phaser order. Actually, he would have given the | |||
same order to his men, if a phaser were to fall into native hands... besides, they | |||
could be beamed back up in a snap with transponders installed. | |||
What shocked him was the XO's failure to include any security personnel... totally | |||
disregarding regulations and compromising the safety and security of the Away Team. | |||
*That's not like Maril. The old Tamarian is usually sharper than he appears.* | |||
"Computer, call up the Reg's on Away Team minimum compliment." | |||
<Working... Search completed.> | |||
[Section 2-3002 | |||
...unless circumstances dictate otherwise, an Away Team shall be directed by the | |||
ship's Senior Officers, other than the Captain. In addition, it will be composed of | |||
one Security Officer and a minimum of two (2) Command Specialists, specific to the | |||
nature of the mission, and at least one Medical, Cultural, or Science officer. This | |||
is the minimum personnel compliment of an Away Team under regulations.] | |||
Both the XO and Zane knew how serious J.C. was when it came to the safety of the | |||
crew. *Damnit! They're just asking for something to happen*. | |||
"Computer, access duty log..." | |||
<Working.> | |||
"Chief Security Officer's log, SD 90602. Regarding our upcoming mission plan | |||
and Away Team assignments. Orders received, understood, and acknowledged. | |||
I am gravely concerned with the lack of security personnel assigned to this | |||
mission. Starfleet has lost TOO many good people recently, and I don't wish to | |||
add any of the FEYNMAN's names to that list. I fully realize there are risks | |||
involved in deep-space duty. Everyone is aware of that when you accept your | |||
commission. However, when accidents can be prevented, there's no excuse. | |||
I state in the duty log I am concerned with Commander Maril's not following | |||
regulations (ref. 2-3002.1) and disagree with the choice as not to include a | |||
single Security trooper in this mission. In my judgement, this put the Away | |||
team in an unnecessary and avoidable risk. | |||
I realize that any formal challenge to an order in the logs will result in | |||
an inquiry when we return to port, and I am fully prepare to support my position | |||
in this matter. | |||
End log." | |||
<Log closed.> J.C. rose from his chair, and made his way to the the bridge, | |||
preparing for the hot water he had started to boil. He wondered what the | |||
rest of the day would be like. | |||
"Allard to Ens. Heywood". | |||
[Heywood here, Sair.] | |||
"Meet me on the bridge in five minutes. I want to run you through some | |||
simulations at TAC." | |||
"Aye aye, Sair." he wondered if Rory's hangover was as profound as his | |||
own. | |||
*Wow, what a way to start a day...* as the doors snapped shut being the CSO. | |||
Submitted, | |||
Mike Dailey | |||
splatter2@qtm.net | |||
<nowiki>******** | |||
* NRPG * | |||
********</nowiki> | |||
Greetings all... J.C.'s been too good for a while, time to stir up a wee bit | |||
o' trouble... Have fun! | |||
as always, | |||
Cheers! | |||
Mike | |||