USS Feynman JUL 1997

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U.S.S. FEYNMAN NCC-66000
July 1997 Posts

TOTAL JULY 1997 POSTS: *TBD*

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GRAND TOTAL POSTS: 798

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• 1997 Posts - 156 (Jan-July) Posts
  
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USS FEYNMAN: Briefly Turning back the Hands of Time

by Michael "Mike" Dailey 7-2-1997

SD: 90702.1900
MD: 10.1925
SCENE: Deck 7 (Back-post)

"...and after the Science Department's preliminary scans, the ship's computer classified the Karrestrians as a 3.4-C rating on the Richter Cultural scale," said SCPO T'boc to his CO.

"Quite low for a people that supposedly can maneuver an entire planet," replied J.C. The two security men strolled around a corner in deck 7's corridors.

"My thoughts exactly, Sir. Given our lack of data regarding the Karrestrian society, I still believe this mission should prove most enticing to the crew."

"Mr. T'boc," J.C. grinned at the NCO, "do I detect a bit of excitement in your voice?" asked the CSO playfully. T'boc halted, regarded his CO for a moment.

"Lieutenant, I have passed the Velinhar level of my training, and am in full control of my emotions. I see no reason for you to insult..." J.C. halted T'boc.

"I meant no insult, T'boc. I simply meant that working with humans for so long may have relaxed you a bit." J.C. recalled T'boc's service record, he was 41 (v.s.y.) just out of adolescence by Vulcan standards, though by appearances not far from J.C.

"I should hope interaction with your culture would not have such an adverse affect upon me" replied T'boc. They resumed walking again.

*Now was that an attempt at Vulcan-style humour?*, J.C. shrugged it off as such. After a few moments, the senior security NCO spoke up again,

"Sir, I thank you for choosing me for the away team. Also I believe Mr. Hensley was quite elated upon discovering his assignment also." said T'boc.

After receiving the Away Team assignments from Commander Maril, J.C. went immediately to the XO's office. During the course of the heated discussion that followed, J.C. had been quite adamant about Maril's exclusion of security from a first contact mission, and went so far as to make it permanent in the duty log. Maril was unusually quiet and unreadable, causing the CSO to wonder if the XO was content or irate at him for making a stand. Finally, they agreed upon adding two security troopers and J.C. removing the log entry, but Maril was equally adamant about no phasers or advanced weaponry, which the CSO could understand.

On his way out, J.C. cringed as Maril invited him back to his office after the mission for 'further discussions'. In his time aboard the FEYNMAN, J.C. had come to dread these discussions. Perhaps he would immerse himself and become extremely busy helping with this month's Armory inventory.

"You're...uh. Perfect for the mission, Mr. T'boc. And as for Cadet Hensley, he'll graduate with two away missions under his belt. Quite a bit more than some." A brief flashback to J.C.'s own Cadet cruise aboard the SARATOGA brought back some dreadful memories of long hours in the Cargo Decks instead of on away missions. The SARA's XO hated to be bothered with in 'inconvenience' of Cadets on his ship, much less on Away Missions. They rounded a corner, heading for the turbolift.

"My physiological makeup..." WHUMP! T'boc didn't finish, as they came around the corner, a small child of about 4-6 Terran years collided full-impact with T'boc. The NCO immediately regained his composure, however the small boy 'bounced' back, landing his aft-side on the floor of deck 7.

"Whoa, little guy." said J.C., crouching down on his heels to face the boy. "Warping through the corridors like that, I'll bet you must have a squad of Romulan warbirds chasing you." The youngster remained seated, and extremely silent, oblivious to J.C.'s kind voice. T'boc knelt down beside them, looking at J.C.,

"If I may, Sir." J.C. nodded.

"Sir," T'boc addressed the boy. "Perhaps if you told us your identity, we could return you to your proper home and family." He curled his legs up, and hugged himself, remaining ever silent.

"I don't recognize him, T'boc." said J.C.

"Neither do I, Sir." J.C. talked to the boy, and tried to question him, without results. *Just like Kevin (his brother) when he was younger* thought J.C. T'boc stood again, glancing at his chrono.

"Lieutenant, if I may be dismissed. I have an appointment in Sickbay for my Karrestrian alterations." J.C. looked up at the NCO, nodding.

"Of course, T'boc. I'll speak to you and Mr. Hensley before you beam down tomorrow morning." Turning his attention back to the boy,

"As for this guy... how would you like to see the Security Offices while I find out who your family is?" J.C. tried to make it sound like a great adventure, but the words accomplished very little in altering the child's silence.

"Though I cannot substantiate it's use, I wish you 'good luck', Lieutenant Allard." said T'boc as he entered the lift. J.C. made further unsuccessful attempts at talking to the boy, who had moved to sit with his back against a bulkhead. He heard the whine of a lift car stopping, glancing up at the opening doors, saw the AFCO emerge. J.C. rose to his feet as the Bajoran Militia officer approached.

"Sir," greeted J.C.

"Mr. Allard," nodded 1st Lt. Stark. He glanced down at the boy hugging himself. "What have we here?" asked the AFCO.

"A little lost space traveler," said J.C. "And he does not seem interested in giving his name." said J.C. Stark frowned, and kneeled down to face the boy.

"Mr. Allard, I think this is Commander Koreth's nephew." The mention of the CEO's name toggled a switch inside the young boy.

"Do you two know Uncle Tarrant?" asked Torin. J.C. and Keller looked into each other's eyes, J.C. feeling a bit dunsel-like.. *If I had know all I need do was mention Commander Koreth's name...*

"Yes, we do. We're his shipmates and friends," said J.C. Torin hand cautiously reached out and brushed the the one and one half pips on J.C. collar, but yanked his hand back quickly. He looked to the AFCO,

"Thanks for your help, Sir." said J.C.

"No problem, Lieutenant." said Stark. He began on his way again. "If you need any more help in Security or missing persons, just let me know." J.C. turned several shades of red, but caught his tongue in time. No sense in provoking a Federation-Bajoran war now. J.C. tapped his comm badge.

"Allard to Commander Koreth". A few seconds slipped by,

[Koreth here. What is it, Mr. Allard?] came the usual irritated voice.

"Sir, actually it's WHO is it... I have a little lost engineer who's looking for you." Torin smiled at hearing Tarrant's voice.

[Torin? Where did you find him, Lt.?]

"We're here on deck 7, Sir. I can escort him to you."

[Meet me in 10-Forward, Lt.] ordered the CEO.

"Aye Sir, Allard out." He folded his arms, and looked down at Torin.

"So Torin's your name, huh?" the boy nodded. J.C. held out his hand. "My name's Justin, but everybody calls me J.C." Slowly Torin's small hand clasp J.C.'s Torin stood, just over J.C. waist. They started walking towards the lift.

"Are you taking me to see Uncle Tarrant?" asked Torin.

"Yes, he's in our lounge called Ten Forward." The lift doors snapped shut, and J.C. gave the destination. After a few moments, Torin looked up at J.C.,

"Do you HAVE to take me to Uncle Tarrant?". J.C. laughed, not at Torin, but at the prospect of being a lost nephew of the loveable Feynman CEO.

Submitted,
Mike Dailey
splatter2@qtm.net

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

Hello Fey! gang. Yes, I'm back finally... though still puttering around at 14.4 bps. (now I know why people use T1 and ISDN lines!!!)

This is not mission specific, and entirely fluff, but I had started it before my Sportster crashed, and wanted to get it out. Hope I played Torin and Stark correctly.

Not sure if everyone received my last post. When Max sent the away roster, I made the log entry-post. Later, Andy posted something with Security included, so that explains that reference in this post. (I hope)

I'm almost through the posts, up to 6-28. I see the hostage situation is for the most part over, so I'll plug in some in-between stuff and add a few things here and there. I will have something out that's CURRENT by Thursday afternoon!

As always,
Cheers!
Mike

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+ Lt. [Dr.] D'doj Zzawj Ckorji - UNASSIGNED SILVER FLEET +
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+ Lcdr. Ion Steiner L.C. SFDITF TEAM ALPHA-1 SFDITF +
= Capt. Johan Bauer COMSFDITF "All I ask is a tall ship..." =
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USS FEYNMAN: Lost With MY Trail Mix

by Kristen Gant 7-3-1997

<<NRPG: Okay let me start of first by saying I'm completely baffled on the time line.. per usual :{ I think Jason's post was on day 12, but I don't think we reached day 12 and mike's was on day 10.. so I've no clue what happening time wise... Hopefully this won't screw anything up!>>

SD: 90703.1513
Scene: Interior of Karrest
MD: Sometime after Loren gets knocked out by Nick

Lieutenant Commander Jenn pushed back her chair and stretched. She'd been sitting in that chair far too long without a break. And she needed a snack, she thought as her stomach growled in a very unladylike fashion. She leaned over and searched her pack, which was lying on the floor beside the chair.

She groaned when she realized that the counselor still had her trail mix.

"Looking for something Commander?" the security guard asked.

"Yes, the counselor. Would you please go and round up Lieutenant Landers for me." She asked.

"I don't think I should leave you alone, sir." The young Cohen said hesitantly.

"I'll be all right, ensign. It shouldn't take you very long to locate him." She urged. "Just hurry back."

"Yes, sir," he reluctantly agreed and hurried out of the room on his quest.

Krysa turned back to the computer. There wasn't much left for her to do here anymore. It was mostly in the hands of the engineers, with only a few modifications to the system on her end as they worked.

"I see they are about ready to begin repairs?"

She jumped as she heard the voice behind her. She turned to see an unfamiliar Karrestian standing there, "Yes," she smiled, "Hopefully once they get started, the job won't take long."

"I hope not, we would hate to keep you long from your .. mission."

Krysa nodded slightly, her lips tilting into a slight frown. Once again, she felt uncomfortable and her eyes flickered toward the door wondering where Cohen was with the counselor.

"I'm sorry, am I making you .. nervous?" He said, then he chuckled, "I'm being rude, aren't I. I'm Jilrat."

"Lieutenant Commander Krysa Jenn," she said, turning her dark eyes back toward him, "Is there something I can help you with?"

"Oh no .. I'm just checking on the progress .. it's my job."

"I see," she said with a nod. "Most of the work's being done at the actual pod site. Right here it's pretty boring."

His eyes drilled holes into her with the intensity of their stare, "You think so? I don't .." He moved up beside her, peering over her shoulder at the computer screen.

"Commander!" Cohen said running into the room.

Krysa jumped up in relief, "Did you find the counselor?"

"No, sir. No one's seen him for several hours."

"Problems?" Jilrat asked.

Krysa ignored him, "You've asked everyone?"

"Yes, sir, and Commander Maril's worried and wants a search party."

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