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<font style="font-size: large; font-stretch: expanded; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">TOTAL | <font style="font-size: large; font-stretch: expanded; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">TOTAL JUNE 1997 POSTS: 16</font> | ||
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<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Dr. Mental</h3> | <h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Dr. Mental</h3> | ||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by | <h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by | ||
Kevin Thigpen 6 | Kevin Thigpen 6-1-1997</h4> | ||
Stardate: 90601.1345<br> | Stardate: 90601.1345<br> | ||
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Kristen | Kristen | ||
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: This Is Fun?</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Kristen Gant 6-1-1997</h4> | |||
Stardate: 90601.1203<br> | |||
Scene: Krysa's Quarters<br> | |||
MD: 3.1925<br> | |||
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! | |||
<nowiki>***</nowiki><br> | |||
Scene: 10-Forward<br> | |||
MD: 4.0300<br> | |||
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. | |||
<nowiki>***</nowiki><br> | |||
Scene: Observation Lounge<br> | |||
MD 11.0700<br> | |||
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,<br> | |||
Lt.Cmdr. Krysa Jenn<br> | |||
OPS/2O, USS FEYNMAN<br> | |||
<nowiki>***</nowiki><br> | |||
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 | |||
<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<br> | |||
From: Commander Onta Maril, Executive Officer, USS Feynman<br> | |||
Subject: Upcoming Away Team Assignments<br> | |||
<br> | |||
Tomorrow, at 0800 hours, the following members of<br> | |||
the senior staff will beam down to the surface of Karrest, as<br> | |||
close as possible without arousing the Karrestians' suspicion<br> | |||
to what appears to be their main city on the northern<br> | |||
continent:<br> | |||
<br> | |||
Commander Onta Maril<br> | |||
Lt. Commander Krysa Jenn | |||
Lt. Jerran Terel<br> | |||
Lt.(jg) Loren Landers<br> | |||
<br> | |||
In addition, two science officers and two engineering officers<br> | |||
other than Lt. Meleah and Lt. Commander Koreth will acompany the<br> | |||
away team.<br> | |||
<br> | |||
All members of the away team will be surgically altered to resemble<br> | |||
the Karrestians and communicators will be implanted outside each<br> | |||
member's ears. Phasers will not be allowed on the away team.<br> | |||
Tricorders, if hidden well, will be allowed.<br> | |||
<br> | |||
We will attempt to ascertain the actual level of Karrestian technology.<br> | |||
As well as a physical disguise, we will assume the guise of a<br> | |||
traveling performing troupe. I will be in charge of the troupe.<br> | |||
Every member of the away team should attempt to create as thorough a<br> | |||
character as possible.<br> | |||
<br> | |||
There will be a meeting of the away team members and Captain Zane at 0700<br> | |||
hours in the Observation Lounge tomorrow to coordinate the away team before<br> | |||
we beam down at 0800.<br> | |||
<br> | |||
Commander Onta Maril<br> | |||
Executive Officer, USS Feynman, NCC-66000<br> | |||
<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 | |||
+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+<br> | |||
= 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> | |||
+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+<br> | |||
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Traveling Music</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Kristen Gant 6-4-1997</h4> | |||
Stardate: 90604.1320<br> | |||
Scene: Observation Lounge<br> | |||
MD: 11.0800<br> | |||
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. | |||
<nowiki>***</nowiki><br> | |||
MD: 11.0830<br> | |||
Scene: Dirt road, somewhere on the Northern continent of Karrest<br> | |||
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,<br> | |||
Lt.Cmdr. Krysa Jenn<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.... | |||
<nowiki>----------------</nowiki><br> | |||
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<br> | |||
Awaiting orders, SB AQUARIUS, Meridian Fleet<br> | |||
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> | |||
"Get down off the cross, honey. Somebody needs the wood." | |||
--Dr. Shirlee Kenyon (Dolly Parton), "Straight Talk" | |||
-------------------==== Posted via Deja News ====----------------------- | |||
http://www.dejanews.com/ Search, Read, Post to Usenet | |||
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Encounters</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by | |||
Kevin Thigpen 6-1-1997</h4> | |||
Stardate: 90604.2337<br> | |||
Scene: Karrestrian soil<br> | |||
MD: 11.0815<br> | |||
Loren looked around briefly at the surroundings. All that was in sight | |||
was mostly rock and dust with the occasional tree perched on an | |||
outcropping of more rock on a hillside. To the north lay the intensely | |||
wooded area that Krysa suggested the group head for. The beam down area | |||
lacked quite a bit as far as aesthetics were concerned, but the shade of | |||
the forest ahead looked very inviting. | |||
Suddenly, Loren got the familiar feeling of a mind other than those of the | |||
away team approaching. He almost missed the old feeling of another's | |||
emotions impinging on the fabric of his mind due to the lilting tranquil | |||
music being played by Turner. | |||
Tapping Maril on the shoulder, Loren moved closer to whisper to him, | |||
"There's a group of people coming up over the ridge." Loren gestured to | |||
the west at a nearby hillock. "I can't tell how many, but it's definitely | |||
more than four and they're very nervous about something." | |||
Maril nodded in ascension to Loren's statement. Bringing the group to a | |||
halt he quickly and quietly shared this information with the others. | |||
Slowly a cart being pulled by a large shaggy quadruped creature with no | |||
obvious eyes anywhere on its body, came into view. Within the course of | |||
twenty minutes the away team could see that this cart was only the first | |||
of eight. After another ten minutes, the lead cart driver reined his | |||
animal in to stop within a few feet of the away team. | |||
"I say! What've here!" exclaimed the lead driver reaching carefully | |||
between his legs under the board that served as a seat on his cart. | |||
Maril made a move forward to greet the Karrestrian and the damp, musty | |||
smell of the beast of burden at the front of the cart assailed his | |||
nostrils. The man in the driver's seat shifted nervously but remained | |||
relatively still. | |||
Maril introduced himself and the others in his traveling entertainment | |||
troupe to Javon M'Gundy. M'Gundy as soon as he was convinced that Maril | |||
spoke the truth became immediately more jovial. "I say. You and your | |||
people must definitely have come a long way. I think the nearest town to | |||
the south from here is at least fifty mila and then some. Not to say | |||
that you're traveling on foot." | |||
"We've heard of a city near here. I take it that's where you're from?" | |||
posed Maril. | |||
"That you're right. I leading this convoy back to Torus. What I'm | |||
carrying I can't say, but I can give you this advice. Get in the city | |||
before nightfall. People's been disappearing around these parts lots | |||
lately especially up ahead," M'Gundy gestured toward the forest to the | |||
north. | |||
"I appreciate the concern kind sir," added Maril as M'Gundy flicked the | |||
reins of his animal. The wagon had already begun to lurch forward when | |||
M'Gundy called out again, "The guards might give you a hard time, but a | |||
few pria will definitely bring 'em around." | |||
After the wagons and M'Gundy were out of sight, Maril noticed Loren | |||
shivering slightly. "Mr. Landers?" | |||
"Sir, he was deathly afraid when he mentioned the city up ahead. I can't | |||
tell whether it's directed at the city or the forest up ahead, but he was | |||
really afraid and nervous about something." | |||
Respectfully submitted,<br> | |||
Kevin Thigpen<br> | |||
Lt(jg) Loren Landers<br> | |||
USS FEYNMAN CNS<br> | |||
[NRPG: Well, the game's afoot now. I didn't put too much details into | |||
this one, because you guys are so much better at it than I. I did put a | |||
little cliffhanger in there though. I wonder what it is that's wandering | |||
the land preying on innocent Karrestrians. | |||
Some technical notes: a mila is a little under a mile. Haven't really | |||
decided how much a pria is....one of the details I leave to you guys :).] | |||
<nowiki>**************************************************************************</nowiki><br> | |||
"The computer allows one to make mistakes faster than any other invention*<br> | |||
aside from possibly handguns and Tequila." *<br> | |||
--Mitch Ratcliffe *<br> | |||
<nowiki>**************************************************************************</nowiki><br> | |||
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: A Rabbit's Duty</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by | |||
Kevin Thigpen 6-14-1997</h4> | |||
Stardate: 90614.1916<br> | |||
Scene: Forest on Karrest<br> | |||
MD: 11.1015<br> | |||
Loren looked quietly at the readings that the engineering techs were | |||
getting with the tricorders. Jerran, Krysa, and Maril being far more | |||
technical minded than he poured over the readings with incredulous looks. | |||
Loren concentrated more on the impressions he was receiving from all | |||
around him. There was no life that he could detect anywhere in the forest | |||
other than the away team. But then he realized what was happening. | |||
Slowly but surely, he could hear it now. | |||
Voices were drifting through the trees to him. *Psychic residues* he | |||
thought. He could feel that time was changing all around him, going | |||
backwards to times ancient to this planet. Then like a slap in the face | |||
it all washed over him. His knees buckled and he fell to the ground. | |||
There was nothing gradual about what was happening. While falling down a | |||
deep, dark hole he saw... | |||
<nowiki>***</nowiki><br> | |||
They looked like eight foot tall Terran rabbits, hind legs and all, except | |||
that some darkened bowl covered what appeared to be their heads. They | |||
were in the forest right in front of Loren. The rest of the away team was | |||
still talking about their readings hunched over with the engineering techs | |||
looking at their tricorders. *Why can't they see this?* thought Loren | |||
before one the creatures right in front of him spoke. | |||
The creatures were about a head or two taller than Loren and their skin | |||
seemed to glisten in the light. Then, Loren realized it was armor of some | |||
kind because their necks or what passed for their necks was much furrier | |||
than the shiny smooth skin that covered the rest of their bodies. | |||
"Bob," rabbit one said to two, "I really getting sick of the | |||
outfit." | |||
They couldn't see Loren or the others. | |||
Rabbit two turned to his companion surprised and replied, "What? | |||
What the hell are you talking about Jerry? The outfit's our life. We're | |||
Drop Infantry and damn proud too." | |||
<nowiki>*That can't be their names*</nowiki> thought Loren before he realized that his mind | |||
was attempting to comprehend a language it had never heard, so it was | |||
compromising. | |||
"Well, it's popcon duty that gets me. Here we are on out own planet | |||
killing off these bugs because they breed too damn fast. But these bugs | |||
are sentient. They can think and fear and...just like us." | |||
"Hold on there Jerry," said one. "True the pencil-pushing brain men up | |||
top think these things have brains, but we're doing them a favor. Their | |||
breeding gets outta control sometimes so we step in and help them out. We | |||
live here too so we gotta protect ourselves on top of that." | |||
"Yea, I guess so Bob, but the reason they breed is because they only live | |||
for less than a *&#$@." (Loren's mind was getting tired of compromising.) | |||
Rabbit two shook his helmet. "You got too much heart Bob for this | |||
popcon stuff. Look it's already noon and we're about three hundred bodies | |||
behind schedule. Go back to the barracks and get some rest. I can finish | |||
up from here. | |||
"No, you're right Jerry. I'm a Benton Blackheart, 57th platoon, 3rd | |||
battalion, part of the glorious D.I. This is my job. Let's go do what | |||
we've been ordered." | |||
Rabbit two, Jerry, reached out with one long foreleg and slapped | |||
rabbit number one, Bob, on the back. "That's the spirit!" | |||
Loren could hear the static of some sort of communications now. | |||
Bob was fingering something on his helmet with a foreleg that was | |||
almost to short to reach. "Popcon patrol one to popcon two and three. On | |||
the bounce!" | |||
The two odd figures tore through the forest and for a moment Loren saw the | |||
trees part and the ground slope downward. In the distance a grouping of | |||
ramshackle huts lay with what appeared to be humanoid figures moving | |||
lazily around them. He could have swore they had tiny little pinpricks | |||
of light reflecting oddly off the sides of their foreheads. The next | |||
thing Loren heard were more familiar sounds of energy weapons being fired. | |||
Loren's brain got tired of the game of compromise it was playing with | |||
these sights and sounds so it decided to quit playing. As Loren fell into | |||
unconsciousness, he found that the only thing he could think about was *I | |||
wonder what Krysa put in that trail mix?* | |||
Respectfully submitted,<br> | |||
Kevin Thigpen<br> | |||
Lt(jg) Loren Landers<br> | |||
USS FEYNMAN CNS<br> | |||
[NRPG: I was kinda thinking about Alice in Wonderland when this one came | |||
to mind. Sounds a bit bizarre, yes. But we can always discount it as | |||
some sort of hallucination on Loren's part. Hope you guys don't think | |||
this is too left field. Also I'm sure these psychic residues will | |||
probably affect Krysa and Jerran, to what extent is of course up to you | |||
guys.] | |||
<nowiki>--</nowiki><br> | |||
"Endeavour thyself to sleep and spare me your vain bibble-babble"<br> | |||
--- William Shakespeare<br> | |||
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: USS Karrest</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by | |||
Kevin Thigpen 6-21-1997</h4> | |||
Stardate:90621.0356<br> | |||
Scene: Northern Continent---->Under Northern Continent<br> | |||
MD:11.1030<br> | |||
Nick and his species were a psychic race. Already, Nick had fumbled a few | |||
words; proof of the fact that the spoken tongue was not something these | |||
inhabitants of Karrest were used to. | |||
The enormous rabbit, covered in white fur, and standing well over two | |||
meters tall, loped easily through the forest trailed by the away team | |||
from the FEYNMAN. | |||
All had agreed, it was best to follow and learn for now. | |||
After nearly ten minutes of following Nick, the group came to a small | |||
glade. Trees grew over a small pond formed by a lazy stream that wound | |||
it's way back into the deep of the forest. Here like everywhere else in | |||
the forest, no bugs leapt in and out of the pools of water. No insects | |||
buzzed in the air. If not for the gentle lapping sounds from the slow | |||
flowing stream, the forest would not have even seemed like a forest. | |||
Here, Nick stopped and turned to face the away team members. He opened | |||
his mouth and began to speak. "Here we go southward," he stated simply. | |||
Nick stood stock still, and then the forest vanished to be replaced by | |||
gunmetal gray walls. It was a room, enormous by comparison to anything on | |||
the FEYNMAN. | |||
Loren like the other's looked around in awe. The ceiling stretched beyond | |||
one's vision, but the walls (if one could call them that) were within | |||
sight, if only barely. | |||
Slowly, the away team realized that what had just occurred was some sort | |||
of transporter effect, but none had felt the familiar sensations of | |||
matter-to-energy and back conversions. The transport was instantaneous by | |||
their judgement. | |||
Nick turned to his guest, "This is pod 4371-2a." He then mouthed | |||
something off in a language that the universal translators refused to | |||
convert to standard. | |||
"What a second," began Loren. "Your words make no sense to us," Loren | |||
added along with gestures towards his mouth and ears. | |||
One of the engineering techs, scanned his tricorder and immediately | |||
his eyes widened. Quickly, he informed Maril and Krysa of his readings | |||
that the radiation levels had jumped enormously and that the away team was | |||
on the verge of lethal exposure. Their 'guide' had brought them into | |||
death. | |||
Loren heard the conversation and turned to the bemused looking Nick. | |||
Quickly, he closed his eyes focusing out the sounds of the other's | |||
attempting to contact the ship. | |||
Reaching out lightly with his thoughts, Loren used the tendrils of his | |||
mind to reach Nick. | |||
***<br> | |||
"Nick, we are in danger here." | |||
"Your primitive communications devices cannot work down here. I am sorry, | |||
we had not considered your frail forms. I will take precautions." | |||
<nowiki>***</nowiki><br> | |||
"Radiation levels have dropped sharply," announced a bemused Krysa looking | |||
at her modified tricorder. "It's at the extreme range of my tricorder, | |||
but I'm getting energy waves that seem to indicate some kind of shielding | |||
system. Loren?" Krysa saw the counselor sink to his knees again. | |||
Nick stood over him looking solemn with his head cocked to one side. | |||
"Loren!?" The counselor was sprawled on the ground now and Nick still | |||
stood quietly over him, looking intent on some sort of unseen business. | |||
"Team, take no provocative actions," ordered Maril. Already the wheels | |||
were turning in the Tamarian's head, but he saw that they were outmatched | |||
technologically. | |||
Finally Nick looked up from the prone form of the counselor at the others. | |||
"Forgive me," he began again in perfect standard. "Your translator | |||
devices ceased functioning due to the levels of radiation. I have created | |||
adequate protection for your particular biological casings. I had no | |||
foreknowledge concerning your frailties." | |||
"Is our crewmate alright?" queried Maril as Krysa moved to inspect Loren. | |||
"Your colleague is fine. Apparently your minds are as fragile as your | |||
bodies although I obtained the information I sought." Nick continued, | |||
"We are in need of your assistance. Assistance which your vessel may be | |||
able to provide." | |||
[SNIP] | |||
Maril's head was spinning. Nick had friends, several thousands of them, | |||
all living below the planet's surface. | |||
Apparently at some point in the planet's history, Nick species had evolved | |||
and become dominant. Later, before Nick's people had perfected space | |||
travel another sentient species developed on the planet, the horned | |||
Karrestrians. | |||
The really interesting part came when Nick revealed his age, or tried to. | |||
No words in the Federation language could describe his age! From, what | |||
the away team could make out, he was born at or around the time of the | |||
creation of the universe. Nick's lifespan was measured in eons, which | |||
explained how the horned Karrestrians developed on the planet. | |||
To Nick and his people, anything with a lifespan of about a century, bred | |||
like insects. Nick and his people saw the passage of a century as a | |||
typical human saw the passage of a few milliseconds. The dominant species | |||
on Karrest at the present moment, developed overnight in the eyes of | |||
Nick's people. | |||
At first, the giant rabbits had began killing off the horned Karrestrians, | |||
but soon realized the immorality of such actions and took to living | |||
beneath the planet. | |||
To the horned Karrestrians, Nick's people faded into legends, and Nick's | |||
kind kept it this way. | |||
Many of their kind fled to the stars but many stayed on their homeworld, | |||
which they soon shaped to ensure not only their survival but that of the | |||
their new charges, the Karrestrians above. | |||
In front of the screen that had sprung to life before Maril, he saw the | |||
layout of the planet. Dotted all throughout the mantle of the planet were | |||
hundreds of mile long pods of metal structures containing unbelievable | |||
amounts of antimatter. An enormous network of conduits stretched from | |||
these pods into the core of the planet, which Nick would only refer to | |||
enthusiastically as "Go!" | |||
According to Nick all the pods powered the planet and enabled it to move | |||
freely through space under warp power, but there was a problem even Nick | |||
and his people could not fix. One the antimatter pods glowed a menacing | |||
red in the schematic of the planet that hung in the air before Maril. | |||
Respectfully submitted,<br> | |||
Kevin Thigpen<br> | |||
Lt(jg) Loren Landers<br> | |||
USS FEYNMAN CNS<br> | |||
[NRPG: Didn't want to take too much fun for myself :). Now, we have giant | |||
rabbits, a planet that can go into warp, and a faulty antimatter | |||
containment pod. Hmmm...a planet covered with mile long pods of | |||
antimatter and if one goes boom, then...] | |||
<nowiki>--</nowiki><br> | |||
"Endeavour thyself to sleep and spare me your vain bibble-babble"<br> | |||
--- William Shakespeare<br> | |||
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Things Are Never Ss They Seem.</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by | |||
Andrew Catterick 6-22-1997</h4> | |||
SD:90622.1500<br> | |||
MD:11.0915<br> | |||
[Allard to Bridge.] | |||
Zane looked up from the information displayed on the arm-console viewer | |||
he was scrutinizing. "What have you got Mr. Allard?" | |||
[We’ve cornered Chavez in Science Lab 7. Unfortunately he has | |||
hostages.] | |||
"Anestizine Gas?" Zane asked considering the situation. The gas would | |||
be virtually instantaneous. The problem would be quickly solved. Of | |||
course if it had been that easy Allard wouldn’t have contacted him until | |||
Chavez was safely in the brig. | |||
[Tried that. The gas vents have been blocked or disengaged in some | |||
way. Either way Chavez is aware of the situation and has threatened to | |||
kill one of the hostages should we make any moves against him.] | |||
"Demands?" | |||
[None. I even asked him if he had any. Told me to ‘burn in hell’ an | |||
other assorted pleasantries.] | |||
"Great. Recommendations?" | |||
[For now SOP is to wait him out. Let him calm down, let him realize | |||
that he’s got nowhere to go.] | |||
"Agreed." Of course, Zane thought to himself, standard operating | |||
procedures didn’t always work with someone who didn’t have all his | |||
faculties in working order. | |||
[And,] Allard continued, [while we’re waiting we’re going to use a | |||
microscopic drill on the ceiling and see if we can get a clear shot at | |||
him. I’d prefer the peaceful method but I don’t see it playing out this | |||
way.] | |||
"Understood. Keep me informed." Zane replied as he closed the | |||
channel. ‘Keep me informed.’ Seemed like it was the 10th time in the | |||
hour he’d said that. | |||
<<SNIP>> | |||
<I> | |||
"Maril to Feynman. Do you read?" | |||
There was a pause and then Captain Zane’s voice came over the | |||
speaker. [This is the Feynman. Our sensors show that you are | |||
using an alien communication device, Commander. Why?] | |||
"We have found the planet-moving species, sir, but there is a lot | |||
to explain." | |||
Maril went through the details of Nick’s explanation with the | |||
Captain over the next half of an hour before Zane understood the | |||
situation entirely. | |||
[What are our options, Commander?] | |||
"I’m not sure, sir. The planet-movers have been quite friendly. I | |||
do think they need our help. Perhaps we can use our help in | |||
exchange for what we need, sir."<br> | |||
</I> | |||
"Good idea." Zane replied, clearly relieved that they indeed did have | |||
something to offer these wizards. "Need any help?" | |||
[Right now, no. There is still much to discuss but once they agree to | |||
let us help we’ll have quite a task ahead of us. Besides the actual | |||
repair work we’ll have to get around some tremendous radiation.] | |||
"I’ll set Commander Koreth on the problem. Anything else?" | |||
[How is the hunt going?] Maril asked. | |||
"Security has had him cornered in Science Lab 7 for an hour now with | |||
little progress. Chavez has some how deactivated the intruder controls | |||
and has threatened to kill the hostages. Right now we’re waiting to see | |||
how it’ll play out." | |||
"Well as usual it seems we both have our dilemmas. For now though I | |||
should return to our hosts." | |||
[Understood. Report back in later.] | |||
<nowiki>-------------------------------------</nowiki><br> | |||
Scene: Subterranean Observation Deck<br> | |||
Two figures looked down at the newcomers below. The taller of the two | |||
shook his head. "We should never have revealed ourselves to them. It | |||
was a mistake and we will surely pay." | |||
‘Come now Jilrat, what were we to do. We have fought with the damage | |||
for along time now. Perhaps these beings can help us." | |||
Jilrat spat in contempt. "Those primitive things. It is a wonder they | |||
were able to travel here at all. No, they can not help. Likely they | |||
will make things worse." | |||
"Perhaps. But even if they were to cause more damage to the machinery | |||
what difference would it make to the inevitable result." | |||
"It might come sooner." | |||
"Some would welcome that. We have lived to long." Hora sighed. They | |||
had had this discussion many times. | |||
"Many would not. We can still leave. Find a new home. Just because | |||
we have built our own prison does not mean we can not escape. We could | |||
go home again." | |||
Home! It had been eons since he had set foot there but he could still | |||
remember it clearly. He did long to return. "If these people can help | |||
us we could return with this ship and if the invaders were there they | |||
could not withstand us now. It would certainly be better than returning | |||
in those metal coffins you and your followers have built. Could you | |||
really leave all our accomplishments behind?" | |||
"Of course not! But just because they will be destroyed does not mean | |||
we should remain with them and except this path." | |||
"Exactly. So shouldn’t we let these beings try to help us. If they | |||
fail we can still leave, but if they succeed." | |||
"If they succeed they will have our technology. Our technology was the | |||
only thing that saved us from the invaders. We can not let it fall into | |||
the hands of anyone else. " | |||
"Really Jilrat. I often marvel at your gift of making the obvious | |||
sound like a personal break through." Hora said dryly. "There is no | |||
reason to worry. If these beings can help us I will make sure that they | |||
do not take the information with them. In fact I will make sure they | |||
never leave at all." | |||
"I hope so." Jilrat answered. "Because if you do not there are those | |||
among us who will do it for you." | |||
Hora laughed coldly. "Why Jilrat, is that a threat?" | |||
"No Magistrate it is merely a fact." | |||
<<<NRPG>>> | |||
Apologies if you got this twice. My mailer would send it cause it | |||
balked at David's eddress. | |||
Kris: Would you mind forwarding this along to him for me? Thanks! | |||
Respectfully,<br> | |||
Andy<br> | |||
<nowiki>___________________________________________________________</nowiki><br> | |||
-Captain Zane, Commanding, USS FEYNMAN<br> | |||
-Commodore Robert Steele, Commanding TF ZINDERNEUF<br> | |||
-Commander Horatio Sinclair, Fleet Intelligence, BLUE Fleet<br> | |||
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Unnatural Possession</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Melanie Pocknall 6-25-1997</h4> | |||
SD: 90625<br> | |||
SCENE: USS FEYNMAN - Engineering Deck<br> | |||
<I> | |||
"Well, at this point we could do it. But the person would | |||
be dead from the radiation in about 4 hours." Lt. Bonnie repetitively | |||
tapped his head against the computer. He laughed lightly, "Too bad | |||
we don't have duranium innards." | |||
The CEO's eyes closed and a smile appeared, for the second | |||
time in 24 hours Lt. Bonnie had tripped Tarrant's mind into | |||
falling on possible solutions. | |||
"We don't, but there is someone on board who does, he tapped | |||
his comm badge, "Koreth to Meleah." | |||
A moment later she answered, <Meleah here Commander> | |||
"If at all possible, could you come down here to Engineering? | |||
You may be the answer we're looking for. | |||
<nowiki>........</nowiki><br> | |||
..."So you see, with your mechanical makeup, the device would | |||
be able to actively shield you from the extreme radiation." | |||
Tarrant broke in, "whereas for us, the shielding isn't enough | |||
to ensure absolute safety." | |||
As if they needed more reasoning, Bonnie added, "Plus, you'd be | |||
able to make more of the delicate operations without external aids."<br> | |||
</I> | |||
Meleah considered all of this. Their logic was almost flawless - indeed | |||
she would be able to use the shields without suffering any ill effects. | |||
She could see the anticipation on Bonnie's face but Koreth's expression | |||
never wavered. "It sounds acceptable." | |||
"Great," Bonnie said, and went off to get the device ready for Meleah to use. | |||
"What precisely do you wish me to do, Cmdr?" Meleah asked. In their | |||
enthusiasm to explain what the device did, they had skimmed over what | |||
precisely she had to do. | |||
Koreth explained what he wanted done, then Bonnie came back with the | |||
device. "Here," she said, handing it to Meleah. The latter took it, and | |||
examined it closely. | |||
"Very ingenious," Meleah commented guilelessly. "It shall be an honour to | |||
try it out." | |||
<Jason?> | |||
<nowiki>***************************</nowiki><br> | |||
<I> | |||
MD: 11.0935 | |||
Scene: Outside the Science Labs | |||
The security guards turned in time to see a heaving mass of green fury | |||
rolling towards them. They stopped Mary before she could break into the | |||
Science Lab. She glared at the two ensigns and felt something tickle the | |||
back of her brain... She could feel how tense Dr. Chavez was... And with a | |||
surprising thought she turned the screws on him... She felt his body seize | |||
up with the pain of the thought she put in his head... | |||
Mary's hair started to free float, as if it were underwater or in a | |||
non-gravity environment. One of the ensigns looked at Mary's eyes and they | |||
went blank, as if she weren't in control of herself... Suddenly the two | |||
ensigns were flattened against the wall and they slumped to the deck, | |||
unconscious... Mary floated above the deck, no longer walking forward, but | |||
floating forward. | |||
<nowiki>*I'm not through with you yet my little Mary... You're my ticket out of | |||
here...*</nowiki> Chavez thoughts reverberated in Mary's unwilling mind. Her body | |||
was now a device for a madman... | |||
Mary floated near the science lab doors.. They burst from their pocket | |||
doors as if made of cardboard. Meleah and J.C. looked up from a graphic | |||
they were looking at. | |||
"What the hell! How did she..." J.C. didn't get to finish that sentence as | |||
he was flung across the room into the electron microscope was attached to the | |||
far wall. Several other security personnel joined their chief, in a pile of | |||
unconscious bodies. Mary floated towards the door that separated her from | |||
her master.<br> | |||
</I> | |||
Meleah watched as Mary seemed to easily render the crew unconscious, and | |||
once again was thankful that she was not subject to human frailty. Since | |||
the behaviour was not normal for Orions, she concluded that it was possible | |||
that Chavez was somehow doing this. Although how, since he had no special | |||
abilities, was beyond Meleah. But she couldn't let Mary enter that room. | |||
Mary felt a hand grasp her leg and she looked down at Meleah... | |||
...although those same eyes appeared to be blank. Mary tried to break | |||
free, interpreting Meleah as a threat. But Meleah held firm, regardless of | |||
how hard Mary tried. She was fully aware of Chavez being in that room, | |||
with three scientists and now a handful of security officers, all in great | |||
danger of being permanently damaged. However, she was one, whereas if Mary | |||
and Chavez combined, she would be outnumbered. | |||
Meanwhile, in the room, Chavez vaguely realized that he was in a little bit | |||
of trouble. There was an android standing between him and freedom. | |||
However, Mary would serve as a useful diversion. He concentrated on Mary, | |||
projecting his thoughts to hers, making the link stronger and giving Mary | |||
no chance to fight back. | |||
Mary started to drift downwards, forcing Meleah to realize her grip on | |||
Mary's leg. As soon as that happened, Chavez shifted his thoughts again, | |||
and made Mary head for the door. Meleah's reflexes were too quick for | |||
either of them, and she grabbed Mary again, and applying a little force, | |||
used the Vulcan nerve-pinch to render her unconscious. | |||
As soon as that happened, Mary fell to the floor. And Chavez realized that | |||
he no longer had a shield. Vainly, he looked around to find something with | |||
which he could bargain with before Meleah entered the room. | |||
For her part, Meleah wasted little time in getting into the room. After | |||
making sure that Mary was alright, she advanced into the science lab. | |||
Chavez turned to face her. However, neither of them saw the figure in the | |||
room who slowly reached for an abandoned phaser... | |||
<nowiki>-------</nowiki><br> | |||
<NRPG><br> | |||
Isn't this exciting?! Jason, I wasn't sure what Meleah was supposed to do | |||
but I have no objections to her being used as a guinea pig (this time <G>). | |||
Sincerely yours, | |||
Lt Meleah<br> | |||
Chief Science Officer, RDMMS<br> | |||
USS FEYNMAN, Silver Fleet<br> | |||
Melanie | |||
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Paranoia</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Kristen Gant 6-25-1997</h4> | |||
SD: 90625.1648<br> | |||
Scene: Inside the planet Karrest<br> | |||
MD: 11.1200<br> | |||
Krysa was listening as Jerran and the two engineers tried to come up | |||
with a plan to help the inhabitants of the interior of Karrest. Her | |||
expertise was not in engineering but she might be able to make heads or | |||
tails of their out-of-date computer system. | |||
"Commander," their host said to her. | |||
She took her attention away from the others and turned to look at him, | |||
"Yes?" | |||
"I think we are ready for you to have a look at our computers," he | |||
motioned to a petite female beside him. Krysa admired her lovely fur | |||
which was a light shade of brown as she bobbed her head, "This is our | |||
computer tech. She will show you everything you need to know." | |||
Krysa nodded to them both, "Great, let's get started." | |||
"This way please," she said motioning Krysa to follow her. "You most | |||
likely will not notice how out moded our system is. But I assure .. it | |||
is." | |||
Krysa nodded, but the computer tech did not notice as she kept walking, | |||
leading Krysa to a terminal in a nearby room. | |||
<nowiki>***</nowiki><br> | |||
MD: 11.1300<br> | |||
After about an hour of 'training' from the Karrestians Computer tech, | |||
who never bothered to give Krysa a name, she was left on her own to see | |||
what she could make of it. She got the distinct impression that the | |||
brown furred female did not appreciate her presence. | |||
She had thought her discomfort was from being in the room along with | |||
someone who obviously didn't like her or want her anywhere near. But | |||
once she was alone, the discomfort grew. She tried to shake it off as | |||
she began scanning through the computer to the effected systems to see | |||
if there was anything she could come up with. | |||
The walls of the room seemed to push in on her as she worked. Almost as | |||
though she were being watched, yet she felt no other presence anywhere | |||
near. She was just being paranoid, she thought. She chuckled, the sound | |||
of her voice ringing hollowly in the empty room .. only making her more | |||
jumpy. | |||
"Commander." She nearly jumped out of her skin at the deep voice from | |||
behind her. She turned to see one of the gold shirted security officers. | |||
"Commander Maril asked me to find you. That rabbit-person you were with | |||
came back and he didn't like the idea of you being alone." | |||
She nodded, "Ensign Cohen .." she breathed, trying to calm her beating | |||
heart, "Actually I'm glad to see you, I was getting a bit paranoid here | |||
by myself." | |||
"Do you need any help?" he asked. | |||
"No," she said shaking her head, "But thanks." | |||
Regards,<br> | |||
Lt.Cmdr. Krysa Jenn<br> | |||
OPs/2O<br> | |||
<nowiki>***</nowiki><br> | |||
NRPG: Okay you guys know I'm not technically minded here, so I didn't | |||
even attempt to try and come up with an answer.. | |||
But do you think this is all in Krysa's head .. or not?? <G> | |||
Kris | |||
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Developments</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by | |||
Kevin Thigpen 6-25-1997</h4> | |||
Stardate: 90625.0152<br> | |||
Scene: Karrest, hidden antechamber<br> | |||
MD: 11.0915<br> | |||
"Jilrat, I am astonished that you would doubt my abilities. Even now, I | |||
have stretched my powers out to one of their kind on their ship. Soon | |||
they will be in no position to cause us concern." | |||
Jilrat's nose twitched, an obvious sign that he had suddenly become | |||
concerned. "Guard your thoughts, one of their kind approaches!" he | |||
hissed. | |||
It was Hora's turn to look with contempt. "Their feeble minds..." | |||
"Quiet fool, or did you not notice the power of three of their advance | |||
team!" | |||
Hora looked confused but obeyed as he took notice of one of the | |||
aliens, a female he believed. They possessed gender divisions also. This | |||
other gender appeared particularly benign, harmless even. | |||
Jilrat looked on. Slowly, he began to have thoughts about possessing this | |||
creature. It would make a nice addition to his collection of 'things'. | |||
He had one of the largest among his kind, but never one of 'these'. | |||
He looked on at the creature, and then realized that her mind was not at | |||
all feeble as he began sensing her uneasiness. Quickly, he | |||
camouflaged his mind. | |||
"Ah...I see that some of their kind are not blind after all," quipped | |||
Hora. He had picked up on Jilrat's repulsive thoughts. "You wish to | |||
possess that creature, do you not?" | |||
"What I wish is my business. I suggest you attend to yours on their | |||
vessel," replied Jilrat. | |||
The whiskers on one side of Hora's face tilted up, a smile. "I will." | |||
Quickly and with unimaginable ease, Hora projected his mind up and towards | |||
the frail little vessel hanging over their heads. Inside the ship, he | |||
reached out for the mind that he had been one with for only a short time | |||
now. He had done nothing to influence the creature's mind. He had only | |||
given him more power. | |||
<nowiki>*Yes, vengeance is near. My power is your power and our power cannot be | |||
stopped. Disable their vessel. Let nothing stand in your way.*</nowiki> | |||
Hora's whiskers titled upwards again, and Dr. Chavez broke into a smile. | |||
[SNIP] | |||
MD: 11.1310 | |||
Loren walked into the enormous room housing the computer equipment for | |||
this section of the planet. Krysa and one of the security officers were | |||
alone in the room. Already he felt uneasy, *No that's Krysa.* | |||
Sometimes he confused the emotions he felt with those of his crewmates. | |||
Krysa looked up at Loren as he walked in. "Feel like talking Cmdr.?" | |||
Loren questioned with a smile. | |||
Krysa never could get over the fact that it seemed like yesterday when she | |||
had been asking the same question to others. Now it was being posed to | |||
her. | |||
"Yes, counselor. I've been feeling really uneasy lately," she added while | |||
glancing around the room for yet another time. | |||
"Betazoid senses or woman's intuition?" | |||
Smiling she said, "Woman's intuition and maybe a little bit of Betazoid's | |||
senses too." | |||
"Probably serious. I can do a quick surface scan of the room and..." | |||
"No," she stated quickly. "We already know these people are powerful | |||
telepaths. Probably the most powerful we've ever encountered. Don't risk | |||
it. We need you sane down here counselor." | |||
Elsewhere, Jilrat looked down at the aliens. *Yes, he would have the | |||
female. And that interfering other alien was troublesome. He would have | |||
to die first.* | |||
Respectfully submitted,<br> | |||
Kevin Thigpen<br> | |||
Lt(jg) Loren Landers<br> | |||
USS FEYNMAN CNS<br> | |||
[NRPG: Just tying together some of the threads....i.e. Dr. Chavez's | |||
enormous powers, Krysa's uneasy feelings, and Zane's hostile | |||
planet-mover's faction. | |||
Kristen- I think the rabbit has a thing for you :).] | |||
<nowiki>--</nowiki><br> | |||
"Endeavour thyself to sleep and spare me your vain bibble-babble"<br> | |||
--- William Shakespeare<br> | |||
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Diffused</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by | |||
Andrew Catterick 6-28-1997</h4> | |||
SD: 90628.0900<br> | |||
MD: 11.0945<br> | |||
Scene: Bridge.<br> | |||
"Captain! There is phaser fire in the science lab" | |||
"Bridge to Allard." Zane said immediately but there was no answer. | |||
"Lifesigns?" He asked. | |||
"Several coming through strong but they all seem to be unconscious." | |||
Zane grabbed the phaser from the console and rushed to the scene. | |||
<nowiki>-----------------------------------</nowiki><br> | |||
Scene: Science Lab Two<br> | |||
Zane entered to find a mess of bodies sprawled out among the research | |||
equipment. Additional security had arrived as had med-techs and were | |||
helping everyone to their feet. Zane reached down and gave Allard a tug | |||
up. | |||
"What happened?" He asked as Allard rubbed the back of his head. | |||
"I’m not sure. Dr. Mac showed up looking like some sort of possessed | |||
demon and then all hell broke loose. She came floating through the door | |||
and was heading towards the lab there." J.C. pointed over towards the | |||
doors that two security officers were trying to open. "Next thing I | |||
know your all standing over me." | |||
"So what happened to Dr. Mac." | |||
As if on cue the lab doors opened and Meleah stepped out. "The doctor | |||
is here and is unharmed." | |||
"What happened." Zane asked again. | |||
"It appears Chavez and Mac were having some sort of mental battle and | |||
as it reached its climax Chavez did not realize that he had left his | |||
phaser unattended. The crewmen here used it. Chavez is dead." | |||
Zane looked over to two of the science techs helping a visibly shaken | |||
third out of the lab. "I think we best get her to sickbay." Zane | |||
said. "You and your teams can clean this up?" | |||
"Yes sir." J.C. replied still feeling the effects of the mind thrust. | |||
He looked and sounded like he was recovering from a three day bender. | |||
"Good. I’d also like your evaluation of how the intruder systems in | |||
this lab were so easily disabled and how you’ll ensure it doesn’t happen | |||
again." | |||
<nowiki>-------------------------------------</nowiki><br> | |||
MD:11.1200<br> | |||
Scene: Engineering<br> | |||
"How goes the battle?" Zane said as he walked into one of Koreth’s work | |||
rooms. What looked like a pile of junk was spread out all over the room | |||
and Koreth sat in the middle of it totally absorbed wearing what Zane | |||
privately called his ‘mad-scientist’ face. Realizing that the CEO had | |||
not even noticed him he tried again. "Mr. Koreth?" | |||
"Captain," Koreth said startled. "I’m sorry I didn’t here you come | |||
in." | |||
"I tried not to disturb you." Zane said with a small grin. | |||
"Any progress?" | |||
<<<NRPG>>> | |||
Just a short one to finish one thread and begin to expand on another. | |||
Respectfully,<br> | |||
Andy<br> | |||
<nowiki>___________________________________________________________</nowiki><br> | |||
-Captain Zane, Commanding, USS FEYNMAN<br> | |||
-Commodore Robert Steele, Commanding TF ZINDERNEUF<br> | |||
-Commander Horatio Sinclair, Fleet Intelligence, BLUE Fleet<br> | |||
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Negotiating With Rabbits</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Max Felsher 6-29-1997</h4> | |||
SD 90629.0100(GMT)<br> | |||
MD 11.1300<br> | |||
SCENE: Karrest below surface<br> | |||
Maril walked up to the apparent leader of the “rabbits”. He had | |||
just checked on the progress of the away team and now needed to | |||
negotiate a favor. | |||
“Excuse me,” Maril started. The rabbit turned towards him. | |||
“Yes?” | |||
“I would like to ask for a favor for our people if we are | |||
successful in helping your people with your current problem.” | |||
“And what would this favor be?” | |||
Maril looked around him. “It is a rather long story. Perhaps we | |||
could talk in a more private area.” | |||
The rabbit seemed to contemplate the idea for a second, then | |||
said, “Very well. Come with me.” | |||
The rabbit sped off to some mode of transportation, with Maril | |||
trying hard to keep up and failing miserably. The rabbit had been at | |||
the “turbolift” for a half a minute by the time the out-of-breath | |||
Maril arrived. | |||
Maril and the eight-foot-tall lupine stepped into the turbolift | |||
chamber. A second later, with no sign of movement, the doors | |||
reopened and they were outside a very different room than the one | |||
they had left. | |||
“This is the administrative chamber area. Come, we can talk in | |||
one of the smaller chambers.” | |||
Maril was led down several hallways before stepping into a | |||
medium-sized room, about four meters by four and a half meters. | |||
“Now what kind of favor do you wish?” the rabbit asked as they | |||
sat down. Well, Maril sat down; the rabbit just crouched. | |||
Maril explained the fleet’s need for a new base, the search for | |||
the Husnock base, the discovery of the base and its incredible | |||
computer, its agreement to serve as a base, and finally its engine | |||
problems. | |||
“Now repairs are taking place, but those could take more than a | |||
Terran year--a short time, I know, to you, but nevertheless a longer | |||
time for us. We do not have the technology to move something the | |||
size of a planet the required distance, but you do. That is the favor | |||
we require.” | |||
The rabbit sat in thought for a moment. Then he spoke. “I will | |||
have to convene with the other leaders. In the meantime, you can | |||
return to your away team. There is a transportation car right across | |||
from this office. You just have to think of computer control area | |||
A27. It will take you there. We shall alert you when we have a | |||
decision.” | |||
Maril left the room and followed the leader’s instructions. He | |||
arrived at the area he had been in before. Finding something to lean | |||
against, Maril sat, trying to decide what the next move would be. | |||
The sun has met the sea,<br> | |||
Commander Onta Maril,<br> | |||
First Officer,<br> | |||
USS Feynman,<br> | |||
aka Max Felsher<br> | |||
NRPG:<br> | |||
Just opening a new thread.<br> | |||
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Politics</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by | |||
Kevin Thigpen 6-29-1997</h4> | |||
Stardate: 90629.2031<br> | |||
Scene: Below Karrest Surface<br> | |||
MD: 11.1430<br> | |||
"What!" roared Nick. The administrative chamber had since filled with the | |||
other 'leaders' of the Karrest's underground populace. | |||
"As I said, it has been a long time since we've had dealings with other | |||
species, the last of which was not exactly in our best interests..." | |||
continued Jilrat. | |||
"But what you propose is that we use these beings and then destroy them!?" | |||
added Nick. | |||
The room itself wasn't that large, but it was filled to capacity nearly | |||
with the huge lupines. The room was distinctly divided as far as castes. | |||
Nick stood on a large dias in the room's center and seating sections | |||
radiated out like the spokes of the wheel. | |||
In one section sat the engineers, all female, and all very quiet. | |||
Engineers rarely interfered in policy decisions, they only invented or | |||
repaired when necessary. | |||
Another section housed the warriors, glistening in the battle armor they | |||
rarely removed. The Federation away team had not been allowed to see them | |||
yet, for good reason. They could easily pick up the strongest of any | |||
member of the away team and tear the being apart without the slightest of | |||
exertion, not to mention they would have enjoyed it. Eons of inactivity | |||
tended to make a warrior...unhappy. | |||
Yet another section housed what could be nearest called the prophets, | |||
concerned with the spiritual well-being and history of the underground | |||
Karrestrian race. Their numbers had steadily diminished throughout the | |||
eons as the race had continued to withdraw from all contact from anything | |||
and everything. | |||
The largest section housed the policy makers, composed of none other than | |||
Jilrat, Hora and dozens of others. Their numbers had increased | |||
exponentially throughout time. They held the real power in the society, | |||
and exercised it in the way THEY saw fit. | |||
"Nick, you can't possibly side with these 'lesser' beings. And I suggest | |||
we not even let them tamper with our mechanisms, much less use them for | |||
anything." | |||
"Jilrat, but our own engineers have wrestled with this problem for | |||
centuries and it has only gotten worse," interjected Nick considerably | |||
more calm. | |||
Jilrat moved from his section seating and began to circle the dias. | |||
"Then, we let them aid us and then destroy them. Our technology is too | |||
vital to us to allow them to carry any knowledge of it with them. We | |||
would be compromising our people's safety to do otherwise." | |||
The sections remained quiet throughout the interchange as the two most | |||
powerful and oldest of their kind debated. | |||
"I am the oldest and my decision is made...for the good of our people." | |||
"Then you are a fool," spat Jilrat. "And I will have no part of it." | |||
"Wait, Jilrat," cooly spoke Nick. He had seen this coming for some time. | |||
"If that is your stand, then consider yourself challenged by me." | |||
Jilrat's whiskers twitched up. "Fine, challenge accepted as per our laws | |||
since the beginnings of time. I will choose my champion tonight. The | |||
same applies to you. We will meet upon the chosen field tomorrow at the | |||
sun's highest rising. May our forefathers have mercy upon your soul." | |||
Jilrat smiled again. He had planned this for a long time as well. | |||
Immediately, Jilrat spun on his heel and left the room, storming. A | |||
hushed murmur descended amongst the sections. Everyone knew Jilrat had | |||
become power mad since the arrival of the other beings, but no one knew | |||
what he planned to do next. | |||
Hora sunk lower in his seat. He knew that Jilrat had some miniscule | |||
support in the warrior caste, not enough to wage any kind of war, but | |||
enough to cause trouble. To top it off, IF he was the victor in the | |||
challenge against Nick, then all would be lost. | |||
The prophets murmured amongst themselves, excitedly recording all that | |||
was going on. | |||
<nowiki>----------------------</nowiki><br> | |||
Scene: Pod 57A<br> | |||
MD: 11.1500<br> | |||
Loren had wandered the halls of this particular pod for nearly an hour. | |||
After leaving Krysa to her work on the computer, he too had been feeling a | |||
growing unease. The head council or governing body of Nick's people had | |||
met behind closed doors over an hour ago. The away team had not been | |||
allowed to sit in on it, but that wasn't Loren's source of unease. | |||
He was being followed, and whoever it was wanted him to know it. | |||
"Who's there?" shouted Loren back the way he'd come. The security guard | |||
who'd been assigned to him for his little excursion looked a bit startled | |||
at Loren's sudden outburst. | |||
"Something wrong counselor?" queried the guard looking steadily back down | |||
the deserted corridor himself. | |||
"Just a feeling, but I believe there's someone..." | |||
Loren didn't finish his sentence because his eyes became rooted at the | |||
figure that suddenly loomed into view. *Just like in the vision in the | |||
forest* thought Loren. | |||
A glint of light from overhead flashed off the armor as the figure leaped | |||
at the two Federation officers. Loren saw another flash, this one | |||
metallic, and much more menacing lance out at him. He turned to the guard | |||
to scream to call for help, but the poor man was in the grip of another | |||
one of those nightmarish armored rabbits. The security guard's neck was | |||
in the fist of one of them before the poor man could even move. | |||
The two warriors stood stock still, the security guard dangling limply in | |||
the grip of one. Slowly, a concealed side door opened in the corridor and | |||
out clambered a smaller rabbit, in comparison to the warriors. | |||
The shorter rabbit spoke, "I am Hora, and I have important information for | |||
your kind. One of our kind is threatening to endanger your peoples." | |||
"You mean, the FEYNMAN is in danger?" queried Loren looking in the | |||
direction of the security guard still dangling in the fist of a warrior. | |||
Hora shook his head impatiently. "No, you do not understand. Not just | |||
your ship, but everything, your entire organization. Your ship will be a | |||
beginning if this evil overcomes the one you refer to as Nick." Hora | |||
looked up anxiously, back down the corridor. "Jilrat is completely mad | |||
for power. After conquering Nick, your precious worlds will be next. | |||
I've said enough. I am surely dead now, but you had to be told." | |||
"Look, the Federation will not become involved in any kind of internal | |||
power struggle among your people..." began Loren. | |||
Hora shook his head again, glancing nervously over his shoulder again. | |||
"You still do not see. Jilrat must be exposed for the madman that he is | |||
or there will be no Federation. There is information to this | |||
effect in my quarters, but..." | |||
Loren squinted slightly. Hora suddenly became quiet, and then the | |||
warriors to either side of him leapt. Quickly, Loren's eyes focused on | |||
the beam of light that ran through Hora's midsection. The rabbit's eyes | |||
grew wide and then froze in place. His upper body just seemed to melt | |||
leaving his lower half still standing on his hind legs. | |||
Loren shook his head at Hora's melted form. The warriors had sprung into | |||
action down the corridor colliding fiercely with four others of their | |||
kind. The security guard had been dropped, like a rag doll, as the | |||
sounds of metal on metal rang out. | |||
He didn't think, he grabbed the guard, who he hoped was unconscious, and | |||
ran in the opposite direction for all he was worth, thinking all the | |||
while how did he always get involved in this kind of stuff. | |||
Respectfully submitted,<br> | |||
Kevin Thigpen<br> | |||
Lt(jg) Loren Landers<br> | |||
USS FEYNMAN CNS<br> | |||
[NRRG: I tried not to put any plot twists in this one. Also, I made sure | |||
not to make this thing with the rabbits a full blown civil war (I know the | |||
Federation would never get involved in that kind of thing). Instead we're | |||
just dealing with a power mad individual with a couple of followers. | |||
Makes it interesting for those who have to make the command decisions | |||
<BG Andy, Max, Krysa>. | |||
I leave the details of Jilrat's obsession with Krysa and the details of | |||
this supposed 'challenge' between Nick and Jilrat to you guys, the | |||
experts.] | |||
<nowiki>--</nowiki><br> | |||
"Endeavour thyself to sleep and spare me your vain bibble-babble"<br> | |||
--- William Shakespeare<br> |
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