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= Lt., j.g. J.C.M. Allard CSO USS FEYNMAN Alt.Starfleet.RPG =<br> | |||
+ Lt. [Dr.] D'doj Zzawj Ckorji - UNASSIGNED SILVER FLEET +<br> | |||
= Lcdr. Jordon Kabreigny CNS USS BURKE GREEN FLEET =<br> | |||
+ Lcdr. Ion Steiner L.C. SFDITF TEAM ALPHA-1 SFDITF +<br> | |||
= Capt. Johan Bauer COMSFDITF "All I ask is a tall ship..." =<br> | |||
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<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Traveling Music</h3> | <h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Traveling Music</h3> | ||
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Lt.Cmdr. Krysa Jenn<br> | Lt.Cmdr. Krysa Jenn<br> | ||
OPS/2O, USS FEYNMAN<br> | OPS/2O, USS FEYNMAN<br> | ||
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Blurred Images</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by David Williams 6-5-1997</h4> | |||
SD 90605.1431 CDT/ 1931 GMT<br> | |||
MD: 11.0830<br> | |||
Scene: Sickbay Trauma Unit<br> | |||
Mary looked up from the bed into the eyes of Dana Scully. The doctor's | |||
sweet blue eyes looked back at her. | |||
"Good, you're awake. How do you feel?" Dana asked. | |||
"Where's security. I must speak to them immediately." Mary said, trying | |||
to sit up, but she was still weak from the blood loss. Mary quickly laid | |||
back on the bed. | |||
"Mr Heywood is standing by outside. I'll get him" Dana turned to walk | |||
out of the room. The pain Mary had felt in her stomach was gone. She | |||
looked down to see bare skin. Dana had done a good job. Mary had just | |||
put her head back down on the pillow when Rory Heywood stepped into the | |||
room. | |||
"Dr. Scully said you wanted to see me. Are you ok?" Rory said, trying | |||
to be as upbeat as possible, but he had heard what happened in the | |||
observation lounge. | |||
"Yes. I know who you are looking for. Was Dr. Chavez just in here to be | |||
treated?" Mary asked, propping herself up on her elbows. | |||
"As a matter of fact he was. He had a gash on his arm. He said he had a | |||
minor accident in his quarters. Wait a minute, are you saying he's the one | |||
who attacked you?" Rory said, amazed at the prospect that a Starfleet | |||
officer could be capable of such carnage. | |||
"Yes. I was able to resist him more in the dream. He tried to appear as | |||
someone from my past, someone I would rather not talk about. But with the | |||
technique that Counselor Landers showed me I was able to combat his | |||
deception. I was able to cut him pretty badly on his arm before he got me | |||
across the stomach and the link broke.... That's all I remember. I woke | |||
here in sickbay next." Mary said. | |||
Rory slapped his communicator. "Heywood to all Security Personnel. APB | |||
on Dr. Rolf Chavez. He should be considered armed and dangerous. | |||
Heywood out." "How do you feel, Mary?" Rory asked | |||
"A little weak, but other than that I feel fine. Could you help me up." | |||
Mary asked. Her slashed uniform lain on a nearby chair. Rory helped | |||
Mary sit up and stand. | |||
"Let me replicate you a new uniform." Rory said as he picked up her old | |||
uniform and placed it in the disintegrator. He waked over the medical | |||
replicator. "One uniform. Personal record: Dr. Mary Mackrenseklar." A | |||
uniform in the proper size appeared. Rory handed the uniform to Mary and | |||
turned to leave when his communicator beeped. | |||
[T'Boc to Heywood please respond.] said the flat and emotionless voice of | |||
T'Boc. | |||
"Yes, T'Boc." Rory responded as the doors to the trauma unit opened. | |||
[I am in Dr. Chavez's quarters. We found the body of Nurse Swann in the | |||
closet. She has been strangled to death. Dr. Chavez's communicator was | |||
found on the floor of his bedroom, but he himself is gone."] T'Boc gave | |||
his report as if commenting on the weather. | |||
Mary gasped audibly. "Begin a level-one search. I'm going to notify Lt. | |||
Allard. Heywood out." Heywood quickly walked out of the room.... | |||
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NRPG: | |||
All: Break out the phasers and call for general quarters, the chase is | |||
on! | |||
Mike: It's in Allard's court now! | |||
Respectfully submitted, | |||
Lieutenant Commander J'ran Belar | |||
Awaiting orders, SB AQUARIUS, Meridian Fleet | |||
Lieutenant Ha'Tila Molari | |||
CEO, DEEP SPACE 12, Blue Fleet | |||
Ensign Mary Dana Mac(krenseklar), M.D. | |||
CMO, USS FEYNMAN, Silver Fleet | |||
Ensign Henry Elias Jekyll, Ph.D. | |||
CSCI, USS HERMES, Red Fleet | |||
David Williams | |||
asr@mindless.com | |||
drjekyll@softwareplus.net<br> | |||
Sallisaw, Oklahoma, USA | |||
"Get down off the cross, honey. Somebody needs the wood." | |||
--Dr. Shirlee Kenyon (Dolly Parton), "Straight Talk" | |||
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