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June 1997 Posts

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USS FEYNMAN: Dr. Mental

by Kevin Thigpen 6=1-1997

Stardate: 90601.1345
Scene: Corridor outside 10-F

Mary strolled through the corridors of the FEYNMAN headed for of all places 10-F. The counselor's message had said to meet him there at 1800. To say the least she was not pleased that this eval was cutting into her own personal time, but even the ship's doctor couldn't refuse a psychological evaluation.

Every crewmember she passed could see the dark mood emanating from her noticeable frown. A few brave adventuresome males let their stare pass over her dark facial expression and on to the more pleasing shape of her legs and hips. Some let their stare stray too long.

"Is there a problem crewman?" barked Mary at a young dark-haired CPO who made the mistake of thinking if he stared long enough he'd 'pick up' the attractive doctor. Obviously the poor fellow had not heard about her...yet.

"Uhh..no maam," replied the man aware that he was stepping off into more than he bargained for.

"Good. Now get out of my way," Mary stated crisply. The CPO relaxed once she had passed. After rounding the bend, Mary could hear, "You're lucky Davis, that's the new doctor. I hear she..."

Mary stopped paying attention, but smiled. Already, she was letting these people know she was no pushover.

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Scene: 10-F

Loren looked up to see Dr. Mac walk in the doors. Already the place was bustling with activity. People milled about, drinking, talking and fraternizing. That is people except Dr. Mac. She made a beeline for Loren.

"Dr. Mary Mackrenseklar reporting as ordered, sir!"

Mary's tone of voice had an edge that Loren didn't have to be a telepath to detect. "Sit, doctor. I assure you this won't take long."

Mary looked threatened for a second before slipping into the seat opposite Loren. Already, she was attracting stares from the off-duty male crewman. Lots of stares.

"Sir, may I make a statement, sir?"

"Go ahead doctor, and please call me sir."

"Counselor, I do not believe that this is best place to conduct the evaluation."

"What makes you say that?"

"A pysche evaluation is meant to be confidential between the examiner and subject. Even us doctors are aware of that."

Mary's voice had taken an accusatory tone. "I'm aware of that doctor, but I'm also aware of the fact that I've said nothing about asking you anything confidential. If there is something you want to say though feel free."

Mary remained quiet for a moment. These damned psychologists made her so angry with their careful wording of questions meant to entrap people. She would beat him though by being quiet. Give him nothing to build on.

"Doctor, let's go for a walk," stated Loren after a full minute of uncomfortable silence.

The two officers got up and left through the double doors of ten-forward with the constant stares of several crewman at their backs.

Respectfully submitted,
Kevin Thigpen
Lt(jg) Loren Landers
USS FEYNMAN CNS

[NRPG: David, take it away. I had to set up the scene for the little evaluation. Loren is determined to make the good doctor talk. Also, I hope that I did not mis-represent your character. Now it's your turn. :)]

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"The computer allows one to make mistakes faster than any other invention*
aside from possibly handguns and Tequila." *
--Mitch Ratcliffe *
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USS FEYNMAN: Tell Me a Tale

by Kristen Gant 6-1-1997

Stardate: 90601.1416
Scene: 10-Forward
MD: 3.1700

Ferra had only turned back to the window a few moments before another figure approached her table.

"Hello," the smooth voice said.

She turned to see the dark wavy hair of the FEYNMAN's Operations officer. "Krysa, right?" she asked with a smile.

Krysa grinned, "Right. I take it Tarrant has been talking? Filling you in on all the dirt about our crew."

"Only nice things, of course." Ferra insisted.

"Of course," Krysa chuckled. She motioned to an empty chair at Ferra's table, "Do you mind if I join you?"

"No, please do."

Krysa laid a hand on the back of the chair, pulling it out as she turned to turn and inquisitive eye on the FEYNMAN's 10-Forward host, "What's on the menu this evening?"

Bat's eyes lit up, "Oh my dear, do I have something special for you tonight."

"What?" Krysa asked settling into the chair.

"Now if I told you, it wouldn't be a surprise." Bat said, stubbornly refusing to say anything more. He nodded to Ferra and headed out to get his 'special' for the night.

"When Tarrant told me you were staying for a bit, I just knew I had to come and chat with you." Krysa said a gleam in her eye. "I've known him for well over a year now, and I still can't get him to talk about himself very much."

"Now that definitely sounds like my brother." Ferra laughed. "I'm sure I can fill you in on anything you might like to hear."

Krysa grinned, "I was hoping you might say that. I'm sure my siblings would be more then willing to spread the word on me, given the opportunity."

Regards,
Lt.Cmdr. Krysa Jenn
OPS/2O, USS FEYNMAN
***
NRPG: Just a short one to give Jason a chance to give us the dirt on Tarrant's childhood. I'll post more about when we get to Karrest once Max assigns an away team :}

Kristen

USS FEYNMAN: This Is Fun?

by Kristen Gant 6-1-1997

Stardate: 90601.1203
Scene: Krysa's Quarters
MD: 3.1925

Krysa spun in the mirror one last time, grinning at the reflection. They hadn't gotten any shore leave since their last mission into the coalsack, but at least the crew was getting some relaxation! And she was taking advantage of all of it.

Despite the events on Cait and the ejection of Starfleet from Epsilon, life on the FEYNMAN was good .. people were happy .. and it seemed that many of the trials the FEYNMAN seemed so good at getting caught up in were gone. With the start up of Zinderneuf, Dee was out of there hair, and somebody else's problem entirely. The crew seemed to be settling in nicely and despite her reservations about Dr. Mac, Krysa was sure she would still fit in. She was never one to base an opinion solely on first impressions.

She headed out of her quarters and down the corridor to a turbolift .. and then on to the party in 10-Forward!

***
Scene: 10-Forward
MD: 4.0300

Krysa collapsed in a chair, "I think I'm plain wore out." Her giggle was tinged a bit by the number of drinks she'd had throughout the evening. She smiled at white-haired CSO with the bright blue eyes, "JC, we should have parties like this more often."

"I'm with you, Krysa!" he grinned, "Though I've no doubt I'll regret it in the morning."

"Not me .." Krysa waved his concerns away. "My metobismm .. metotapsmmm .. umm..."

"I know what you mean," Rory chuckled from the other side of the table.

"Metabolism," Meleah said clearly, her eyes watching her crewmen closely.

Krysa clapped her hands, "That's right! What she said .." She brushed her hands through her hair and stretched slightly, "But now .. I think it's time to turn in .."

"Already! .. Don't go already!" JC begged.

"I have to .. and so should you," Krysa chided. "Fun is important," She said as she stood up, holding tightly to her chair, " But as ship's counselor, I have to tell you .."

"Krysa .." Meleah interrupted. "You are not ship's counselor."

Krysa looked at her and frowned, "That's right, I'd almost forgot .." A broad grin crossed her face, "I got promoted .. so .." she winked, ".. I'll let Loren give you all the .." she waved her hand dismissively, ".. whatever .. I'm going to bed!" She spun around and let go of them chair nearly falling over the Ship's bartender as he stepped up behind her.

"Whoa .." He said, helping her to remain standing, "Do you need an escort home?"

She smiled at him, "I'm a big girl, Bat. I can get myself home .."

He chuckled, "Of course, I just thought you might like some company."

She raised an eyebrow, "Now, now .. you wouldn't be probo .. proper .. zitioning me .." She looked at him questioningly, ".. would you?"

He sighed, "If I were a few years younger .."

She smiled, "You're only as old as you feel .." Her eyes drooped and she stifled a yawn that threatened to come out. She sighed, ".. I feel very .. old .. right now."

"Just tired, my dear." He chuckled.

"I could take her home," JC volunteered gallantly.

Bat threw a look at the CSO, "Not that I don't trust you, but .. maybe Meleah would be a better choice."

Krysa gave them both offended looks. Brushing her hair back from her eyes once again and sniffing loudly, she straightened herself up, "I don't need an escort, thankyouverymuch! I'll be fine." She walked slowly toward the door and stepped out into the hall, leaving the others watching her as she went.

Once outside, she leaned a hand again the corridor wall.

"Commander Jenn?" she heard a voice behind her. She turned to see Janine Garret moving toward her. "Are you all right?"

Krysa nodded, "Yes." The she motioned her closer, "Come here." When Janine was near enough Krysa grabbed her arm, "I don't suppose you'd be willing to walk one very old and tired woman to her quarters."

Janine chuckled, "I take it Bat broke out the real stuff again."

Krysa nodded miserably. With a smile the Beta-OPS nodded. "Guess it's a good thing I was working late."

Krysa agreed.

***
Scene: Observation Lounge
MD 11.0700

Stepping into the Observation Lounge, Krysa moved to a chair and pulled it out. She sat down comfortably. The soft brown, cotton leotard was definitely the most comfortable costume she'd ever worn. It had to be for a practicing tumbler. Over the long, one piece leotard she wore a forest green skirt and blouse which moved freely. Definitely very comfortable.

Zane walked in and nodded appreciatively. "Dr. Mac did an excellent job. You should fit in well."

She grinned, "I just hope we don't have to preform! Do you know how long it's been since I've done any real tumbling?"

"But I've heard you were very good."

She chuckled, "Yes, I suppose for while, I was."

Regards,
Lt.Cmdr. Krysa Jenn
OPS/2O, USS FEYNMAN
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NRPG: Well, it's not often Krysa just lets loose .. well okay so maybe it's more frequent then I like to admit <G>. Anyway that was kinda fun.

One thing I think we need to be really careful about is our Mission Dates. Notice that the party was on day 3. The away team wasn't assigned until day 10 and the beam down day is on day 11. So I imagine day 4 -9 were recuperation days and more relaxation, etc <G>

Kristen

USS FEYNMAN: Logs of Fire or ON Fire?

by Michael "Mike" Dailey 6-2-1997

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.

> >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>Begin Message>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
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
> >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>End Message>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

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

******** * NRPG * ********

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

USS FEYNMAN: Traveling Music

by Kristen Gant 6-4-1997

Stardate: 90604.1320
Scene: Observation Lounge
MD: 11.0800

But for every answer it provided it left many more questions. "So we may have some sort of psychic stalker aboard. Counselor can you sense anything?"

"No sir."

Krysa cleared her mind also searching for any unfamiliar emotional signatures. She frowned, realizing how out of practice she was. Since her unintentional emotional probing of the Captain's mind, she'd been much more closed. Besides she was no longer the Ship's Counselor and the emotional well-being of the crew now belonged to Loren, who was a much stronger telepath, not having the handicaps that Krysa did. In any case, she could sense nothing unusual either.

She refocused on current events as the Captain spoke once again to the Counselor.

"Then I think you best remain on the away team. I hesitate to send you down if we do indeed have some sort of psychic stalker aboard but you not being down there could be a serious detriment to the mission. And if you haven't sensed anything in 9 days chances are you may not." He turned to Maril. "No commander, continue as planned. You have your problem and unfortunately we seem to have ours. Just be careful."

"Aye sir." Maril followed the rest of the group into the port turbolift and Zane headed for the starboard one. "Sickbay." He hoped there would be some answers.

Krysa walked up beside Loren as they stepped into the turbolift, "That's why you're feeling a little out of sorts, isn't it?"

He nodded, "I couldn't find any reason for her nightmares .. I couldn't sense any unfamiliar presence .. and she told me the nightmares stopped."

Krysa nodded, "Apparently they've started up again."

Loren frowned and nodded.

Onta looked back at the two sternly. "Right now it's none of your concern. I need to have both of you focusing on the mission at hand."

Krysa nodded, "You're right, Commander. I apologize." But all of them continued to worry about the new CMO and what would happen on the Ship while they were down on the planet's surface.

***
MD: 11.0830
Scene: Dirt road, somewhere on the Northern continent of Karrest

The 10 Carnival performers appeared alone side of a dusty road. Krysa wrinkled her nose, "It would have to the dry season wouldn't it."

Jerran shrugged, "I was just thinking it rather humid."

Krysa rolled her eyes, "You would."

Dunnon pulled out one of the disguised tricorders, "According to this the town is just beyond that forest up ahead."

Krysa nodded and looked gratefully at wooded area ahead, "Ah, shade." She immediately began to head in that direction with the others following her closely. "Mr. Turner," she called back, "We are supposed to be a band of merry-makers .. How about some traveling music."

The blonde man grinned broadly, "I'd be delighted." He pulled out his flute and began to play a lilting tune as the away team headed toward the town.

Regards,
Lt.Cmdr. Krysa Jenn
OPS/2O, USS FEYNMAN