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U.S.S. FEYNMAN NCC-66000
July 1997 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., j.g. J.C.M. Allard CSO USS FEYNMAN Alt.Starfleet.RPG =
+ 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

SB EPSILON: Silver Chains, Another Link

by Mike Dawe 7-6-1997

SD: 90706
SCENE: SB EPSILON

He couldn't sleep so he went back to his office. It had taken more than a little work to arrange for a second set of quarters just down the corridor from his office but he had managed to convince the battleaxe who was the quartermaster for Epsilon that it was a needed convenience. So here he was, halfway through Gamma shift, still trying to get the data transfer conduits to give a clean feed from the bridge when he heard singing . . . 'ziedoats and doesiedoats and lidle lamsiedivee. A kidle edievie too, wood and chew?'

Whoever it was butchered the melody almost as badly as she did the words. The song rang down the passageway and was getting louder. This was disconcerting since his quarters, office and storage were the only things on this short dead-end corridor. The doors above and behind him hissed open and he suddenly realized that all the person entering the office would see of him was what was visible, himself from the waist down, hind end poking high as the rest of him was in the subfloor trying to access that damn power shunt. Another thought rang through his short term memory, he was not in uniform. Not expecting to have visitors he had seen no point in getting dressed to work on the problem so he was still in his pyjamas. A gift from Hisstare (and a joke) they were a print pattern of frolicking teddy bears on some sort of outing or picnic. If memory served him well the newcomer to the room would be greeted by the view of several stuffed bears playing volleyball. He could only hope that the 'net' had not slipped.

"Coo, I always thought that a career in Starfleet would be exciting. To 'boldly go and to see new worlds'" The voice held barely contained laughter and he levered himself up out of the subfloor and rolled over to see who felt they had open access to his office.

She had her hair tied back in a bun in an ancient pattern of braids and knots. It was graying but the shot of white in the forelock looked like it had been there for a long time. The remainder was a fire red that was complimented by a pair of laughing green eyes. Wearing the uniform of tech support and services she held a small tricorder in one hand and a box in the other.

"Hrrmf, how did you get in here?" He decided a good offence would be the best option.

"_I_ have access to almost all of this overgrown shuttle, dearie. I'm chasing a couple of errant DB's." She held out her tricorder and started a scan as she spoke. "Aha. You,ve trapped one down below. have you been leaving that access panel open? Working around it a lot?"

He stood slowly and tugged on the waist of his 'bottoms'. "I have, the damn junction seemed to be designed specifically to be inaccessible."

"Then that's how it dropped in." She keyed in a set of instructions on her tricorder and a soft whistle filled the room for a moment. Then a little answering whistle came from below and she leaned down and grabbed a small flat device about the slice of a bar of latinum.

"Dust Bot eh? I never even saw the damn thing while I was working down there."

"And you won't." She pointed with pride at the top of the device and he saw that it was already turning a Caucasian flesh colour. "I have them keyed in for cameleon work. Now why are you trying to reach all the way to the junction? If your arms aren't long enough you should consider other options."

"I do my own work." he said flatly.

"I wasn't suggesting getting help, although a Skitnarian could reach that junction easily. I was wondering why you don't make an access way closer to the problem." Her toe pointed demurely to a spot on the deck.

"Because there isn't an access way there."

"And I suppose you have paid a damage deposit on this?" She smiled and left chiding her small DB like a mother scolding a small child.

He stopped and thought for a moment and then opened his desk and removed a phaser. He took aim and then paused. Tap. "Nicholas to bridge"

[Bridge here]

"I'll be doing some cutting work with a phaser, disregard all sec system alerts in this room for the next ten minutes."

[Aye sir]

Fifteen minutes later he had completed his repairs and was sitting wondering why he had not thought of this solution in the first place. He shook his head and then paused again. Tapping his PADD he called up the duty manifest and then did a quick skim through personnel files before tapping his comm panel on the desk again. "Warrant Officer Huron?"

[Yes? What have you spilt now?]

"Nothing, but in exchange for the advice I received from you earlier I was wondering if I could treat you to a coffee?"

[It is about that time of night isn't it? Is this going to be a formal do or will you be coming as you are?]

He looked down at his pajamas and sighed. "I'll dress for the occasion. Flight deck replicators in fifteen?"

[I'll be there]

He went back to his quarters and, for the first time in a very long time, hesitated while wondering what to wear. He decided against the uniform and went with a long sky blue shirt with no collar and his favourite baggy pants. Low deck shoes finished the get-up and he was off again, scooping a PADD on the way and slipping it into a deep pocket.

He had just finished programming the replicator when she arrived. They chatted about inconsequential and planets they both had seen, at one time or another. The talk turned to the ships of Silver.

"I have a friend working the Bismark." She said. "Says there's not a single bridge officer left on her."

"True, they have duties elsewhere." he was cautious not to say anything more but inside he wondered if the latest addition to the Bismark would be an aid or a hindrance. 'Too many cooks' vs 'Many hand make light work'.

"Ever thought about working on of the bigger 'overgrown shuttles'?" He asked.

"No I prefer base work. I get to keep touch with more of my friends. I have one working on the Andromeda who complains that keeping the holodeck clean of bloodstains is almost a fulltime job in and of itself."

"They do play rough. Comes of having a Vultrim CO."

"And I thought the Flagship was supposed to be just a figureghead and show of flag."

"Not in this fleet. It carries the biggest load as an example to the rest." He sipped his coffee. "Not that it does all the work . . . the Endeavour is a big ship and does some very touchy first contact work."

"I've heard that. They rush right in to the thick of things don't they?"

"Oh I wouldn't say that. The CO has a good head on her shoulders . . . "

"Go on, tell me you've looked no lower than the shoulders." The eyes were laughing again and Azariah found himself blushing, of all things.

"It would not behoove a gentlemen to answer such a query." he said loftily and then they both laughed.

"No for someone in my department the smaller ships are far easier to keep clean."

"Like the Feynman or the Callisto?" he asked, passing another crueller.

She nodded. "But I get the impression that neither would be an especially safe job."

"No, the Callisto is . . . a special case. The Feynman . . . " he sighed, "That is a special ship. You really should see one of their briefings."

"Like the Regent? Holodeck settings?" She snorted. "Distraction from the task at hand, if you ask me.

"Both ships get the job done, usually against odds. If they have their little quirks then let them."

"Quirks or Kirks?" She asked.

"Quirks. Neither CO is that type of Captain. Zane is a good officer and Fife . . . well he doesn't have the success rate to be a Kirk."

"But you said he gets the job done."

"Oh they do, but the regent never gets it done according to the original plan. Sometimes I wonder why they bother with briefings at all."

"The Holodeck experience no doubt." She smirked.

"No doubt. The hawking is a good small ship . . . "

"Too high a turnover for my liking. I like to form long-term friendships and a base is the best place for that."

He wondered whether he should read more into that last line than might be there. Labeling it for further thought he plowed on. "And then there is the Pearson."

"Oh no. I do not go out onto battle ships."

"The Pearson is a diplomatic vessel. This is Silver, not Green."

"If it is a diplomatic vessel then I am the queen of Sheba. And if i don't get back to work I will be the unemployed Queen of Sheba." She stood to go.

"Well, thank you for joining me and thanks for the advice upstairs." He stood, too. It might be an outmoded mannerism but he held to the oldworld strongly.

"You tech types are all the same. Get a one track fix and you can't step back and look at the problem. Probably ran down in your jammies because you thought you had a new angle on fixing it. Now what if i had been the Admiral? How would he have greeted the sight I saw coming in." She laughed at the memory.

He chuckled. "Not possible. I _am_ the Admiral . . . I thought you knew."

For once he caught her speechless. Laughing he headed back up to his office to catch up on some paperwork.

<<<nrpg>>> Almost a month late . . . sigh

Excuses? yeah i got a few.

Exam time is as hard for teachers as students My wife delivered my new daughter a month early Both had complications and i spent a lot of the time in the hospital Wife home but very short of blood, baby followed almost a week later. Newborn premie in house makes for sleepless nights NOT in front of a keyboard 250 backlogged mail massages.

So be patient with me. I will get caught up asap.

Postings are first priority but if you want me to answer fast the make the message "Mike! Read NOW" and do not tell me how to make $$$$money fast$$$$

mike--->who would love to, but not by pyramid or bamboozle

Vice Admiral Azariah Nicholas CINCSILVER
Captain Christof Fife USS REGENT
Lt. Cmdr Eskat Eskat CNS USS HERMES
Lt James Cardiff FCO DEFENDER
Lt. Derek O'Malley CNS USS CALLISTO
Kytan Duandir XO HRSS St. Jude
mdawe@islandnet.com

USS FEYNMAN: Getting Everyone Back To The Ship .. Almost

by Kristen Gant 7-8-1997

SD: 90708.1215
Scene: Planet's interior
MD: 11.1815

<Are you sure this channel is secured?> The captain asked.

"About as sure as I can be about anything down here," Krysa said with a sigh.

<Now why doesn't that instill any confidence in me.>

Krysa chuckled briefly, "I don't know who to trust anymore. They all give me the creeps. Nick is overly sweet as sugar, Jilrat is behind me just about every time I turn around .." she turned quickly for good measure almost sure he would be there .. he wasn't. ".. And this one," Krysa sighed, "She hates me .. she hates us. Who would you trust?"

<I'll plug the coordinates into the transporter and beam down.>

Krysa frowned, but she knew there was very little alternative. "With several security officers?" she asked.

<Yes, I'll take my 'armed warriors'. I want the rest of the away team to beam back to the ship.>

"But we haven't finished down here yet," Krysa protested.

<We can't have all three of our senior officers on the planet. And I'm not very happy about the way our officers keep disappearing.>

Krysa sighed, she knew he was right. "All right, I'll start beaming all the engineers and search teams back right away."

<Good, I'll be beaming down with my team by 1900 hours. Can you have everyone, including yourself, back up by then?>

"Yes, sir," she promised, "You can count on me."

<Zane out,> his final words were soft and she smiled lightly knowing there were unspoken words there, from both of them. *Be careful ..*

She knew if anyone could handle the situation and get Onta and Loren back it would be him. But she didn't like pulling all their support out. Not when they were so close to getting the system up and running again. The chances of moving the base seemed further and further away as the moments ticked by.

She stood up from the console and turned to find the rest of the FEYNMAN crew. She gasped as she turned directly into Jilrat, who was now standing there. But for how long?

"Do you need anything Commander?"

She forced a smile, "No, I'm fine thank you." She moved to step around him and he followed her.

"Where are you headed?"

"To check on the progress our teams," she said, the lie falling easily from her lips.

"I'll accompany you."

"That's not necessary," she insisted.

"Ah, but I think it is. With two of your crew missing already .. I'm very concerned about you."

She looked up at him, then sighed, "Very well, come along." Though she wasn't all that sure she was completely safe with him either. If the female engineer had been right .. she was most definitely *not* safe!

She found the first of the teams just arriving at the main checkpoint. She turned to Jilrat, "Wait here, I must speak to the team alone."

"But surely, I can help .."

She smiled at him, and said ironically, "I'm sure you could .. however, they will not feel able to speak freely in your presence."

She left him a short distance away and headed to where the team was gathering. "Captain Zane has requested that all away team member beam back to the ship."

"But sir .." one of the security guards protested.

She silenced him with a look. "These are orders from Captain Zane, which means you do not question them." The young man nodded and Krysa continued, "Wait until I get Jilrat out of here first. Then when you're sure no one is around .. beam back to the ship."

"Yes sir."

Krysa nodded and moved back to where Jilrat stood. "They haven't found anything yet. Come, lets check in engineering .."

***
MD: 11.1850
Scene: Planet's interior

It had only taken speaking to Jerran to get the process of beaming the engineers back to the ship started. And Krysa had left with Jilrat to let him do that. So far Jilrat didn't seem to know what she was up to.

There were still two security teams out searching for the missing counselor and XO. They should both be checking into the checkpoint within moment and Krysa hoped to have them beamed out by Zane's 1900 deadline.

When they arrived back at the checkpoint one team was already waiting and Krysa quickly explained to them that they needed to beam out as soon as possible. There was no time to try and hide it from Jilrat anymore so as she stepped away from the search team, they immediately beamed up.

"Where are they going?" Jilrat asked.

"Back to the ship," Krysa said nonchalantly. "I felt there were too many teams, so I'm sending a few back."

She could see the hesitation in his eyes, but pretended that there was nothing unusual in her actions, as she looked toward the entrances to the room hoping the last team would arrive soon.

She breathed a bit easier when she saw Ens. Cohen heading toward her followed by his team. She smiled at Jilrat, "Be right back."

Stepping over to Cohen she explained that they all needed to beam out of here now. Cohen moved to hit his comm pin as Nick suddenly rushed into the room, "Commander!" he called to Krysa, "Where have all your engineers gone?"

Jilrat looked at her sharply.

"Transport! NOW!!" Krysa hollered, but the large rabbit was much faster and he grabbed Cohen by the throat.

"Stop! Or this one dies!"

Krysa saw the life draining out of the young man as he struggled against the tight grasp of Jilrat, unable to breath.

"Hold the transport," She ordered.

Nick looked at the two of them. "What is going on?"

Jilrat spun on him, "You are such an idiot! They were trying to escape! And they almost all got away!" he turned back to look at Krysa. "I thought you liked it here. Now why would you want to leave. Haven't we done everything you wanted. Shown you every courtesy?"

Krysa's eyes were still on Cohen who had not yet been released. "Let him go!" she said tightly.

He looked at the security officer he was holding and shrugged. Then he opened his hand and the young man fell to the ground gasping for breath. Krysa winced at the large bruises already forming around his neck. She looked angrily at the tall brown rabbit. "Every courtesy? With two of our crewmen missing!"

"Are you accusing me? Or Nick?"

"I'm not accusing anyone. I just wanted to get our people to safety. So no one else would turn up missing."

"But we need you to fix the pod .." Nick protested.

But Jilrat smiled. "You had only to ask. You can beam everyone back to your ship if you like. However, I want you to stay."

"Why?"

"I have no reason, other then that I wish it." His smile turned almost evil, causing Krysa to shudder involuntarily. "Besides I think there is something you would like to see."

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

NRPG: Well, okay I'm sure there was an easier way to do it, but this was kinda fun. I decided it wouldn't be any fun if Krysa didn't get to watch the men all fighting :}

Kristen

USS FEYNMAN: Calling Home

by Michael "Mike" Dailey 7-11-1997

SD: 90711.0930 [GMT]
MD: 14.1830
SCENE: CSO's quarters - Cabin 735 Deck 5

J.C. sat facing the desk console. Speaking with his older brother for the past few minutes had caused the CSO to almost forget they were many light-years apart instead of meter or so.

"Anxious to return to classes this fall, Brandy?" asked J.C. Brandon rolled his eyes at his younger brother.

[Sure, Justin. I just HATE sleeping in every morning, and having all of the free time I can imagine!] Brandon winked at J.C., knowing the carousing spirit was a family trait in the Allard boys.

"I would think you're dying to get your degree and start your own practice." said J.C. "You'll be the best prosecutor in Sector 1, and the JAG will be all over you, waving a commission in your face," teased J.C.

[One Starfleet brat in the family is enough, Justin.] Brandon paused a moment, [Although, it WOULD be so sweet for you to have to call me SIR.]

"IN YOUR DREAMS, Brandy" quipped J.C. They laughed together, making J.C. feel both happy in talking to his brother, the one he was closest with, and yet a little sad at the 'homesick' feeling.

[Have you heard from Dad recently?] asked Brandon. J.C. took a deep breath, as they were not near as close as the three brothers were, especially Brandon and J.C.

"No, how about you?" Brandon shook his head.

[Not since he came up here to MCU before we let out for the summer.] said Brandon.

"Is Kevin staying with you?" asked J.C. The youngest brother at 17, would be a senior, attending Wilmington Boys College in MontLaurier, also on summer leave. Brandon nodded,

[Yes, but he went swimming with some buddies of his. He'd kill me if he knew you called and I didn't page him.] J.C. smiled as he noticed the black and white form of his dog Benjamin stroll up to Brandon. He was a mixed breed, but looked like a German Shepherd in the face.

"How's he doing?" asked J.C. Brandon rubbed his head as Benjamin rest it upon Brandon's lap.

[Fine. He still wanders into your old room occassionly to take a nap. Still probably wonders where you are.]

"Hi Benjamin!" shouted J.C. The dog twitched his ears, looked around the room, but then returned his head to Brandon's lap for more attention.

[You know, Kevin was saving up to come visit you at EPSILON next month. Dad said he could if I went along, but now that Cait evicted you. You know it was all over FNN news?]

"I can imagine," said J.C. They had earlier dealings with reporters a few missions back.

[Kevin kept replaying the broadcasts, hoping to catch a glimpse of the FEYNMAN or you.]

"I wish I could tell you guys more, but right now everything about our new base in classified."

[Ahh, life in the military.] Brandon said dryly. J.C.'s computer emitted two soft tones, indicating the one minute warning before his comm time expired.

"Gotta go, Brandon." J.C. HATED this part, "Give my best to Kevin... and dad if..."

[Yeah, if. Miss you, little brother.] Actually J.C. had outgrown Brandon by two inches, but he was still younger by over a year.

"You too, Brandy. Good seeing you."

[Give a hello to Grandma if you talk to her...] The screen winked out, replaced with the 'fleet logo. J.C. noticed his eyes were moist, laughing at himself. *Must be too humid in this room!* Strolling over to the bookcase, he grabbed on of his favourite Horatio Hornblower novels by C.S. Forester, and began reading the adventures of his counterpart of some 800 years ago.

Submitted,
Mike Dailey
splatter2@qtm.net

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= ills we have than fly to others that we know not of..." Hamlet +
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= Lt., j.g. J.C.M. Allard - CSO USS FEYNMAN Alt.Starfleet.RPG +
+ Lt. [Dr.] D'doj Zzawj Ckorji - UNASSIGNED SILVER FLEET =
= Lcdr. Jordon Kabreigny - CNS USS BURKE GREEN FLEET +
+ Lcdr. Ion Steiner - L.C. SFDITF TEAM ALPHA-1 Star Fleet Diplomatic Task Force =
= Capt. Johan Bauer - COMSFDITF "All I ask is a tall ship..." +
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USS FEYNMAN: I Respectfully Decline To Answer

by Kristen Gant 7-12-1997

SD: 90711.2346
Scene: 10-Forward
MD: 14.1820

"Boys." Krysa interjected. "You were both under mind control, its likely neither of you had a complete idea of what was going on."

Maril nodded. "She is right. However, your mind was unencumbered commander. You witnessed the whole fight."

"Of course!" Zane agreed. "So who is right?"

A wrinkle crossed Krysa's brow at her current predicament .. how could she possibly answer this? She looked back and forth from the CO to the XO.

"Come on, Krysa," Onta urged her. "You can tell him. He can take it."

"Yes *he* can," Zane repeated, motioning toward his first officer.

Finally Krysa shook her head. "Nope, I can't tell you."

"What!" they both shouted.

She shook her head firmly, "I'm afraid not."

"I could order you to tell us," the captain looked at her menacingly .. or at least tried to look menacing.

Krysa giggled and patted his hand gently, "You could. But then you'd have to throw me in the Brig for insubordination."

He frowned, but her smile remained, "Besides," she looked at each of the two men again, "Do you really want to know?"

"Yes!"

She shook her head, "No, you don't."

"How can you be so sure?"

She smiled consolingly, "Think how you would feel if I said that the other won? Think how he would feel were it the other way round. It not worth the risk .."

Zane turned to Onta, "I don't think she's going to tell us?"

"I think you're right?"

"Hmm," he said, "Seems we must fine more persuasive means to make her talk."

Krysa frowned, "What kind of persuasive means?" she slowly stood as the two turned their eyes on her. "I .. I think I have duties to attend to .."

Regards,
Lt.Cmdr. Krysa Jenn
OPS/2O, USS FEYNMAN
***
NRPG: Hi guys :} You're gonna have try harder if you actually want her to answer *that* question :}

IMPORTANT: Scott is taking away my computer as of next Thursday while he switches to a new one .. The new one takes 2 weeks by mail order as they are backed up with orders right now. He's probably going to order it on Tuesday so I will likely be out until the 28th .. possibly all the way until the 6th of August if any problems arise.

Until that time could you all please send all email to <dar...@hotmail.com> so that interaccess doesn't get backed up and I lose stuff? Feel free to change it now, I'll be checking it regularly until DH actually pulls the plug on me :}

I will definitely post once more before I get pulled, unless Scott pulls the plug early.. but I'd have to kill him if he did, so that probably won't happen :}:}

Kristen

USS FEYNMAN: Do Tamarians Like Ice Cream?

by Max Felsher 7-14-1997

SD 90714.0130(GMT)
MD 14.1800
Ten-Forward

> "Hmm," he said, "Seems we must fine more persuasive means to > make her talk."

> Krysa frowned, "What kind of persuasive means?" she slowly stood > as the two turned their eyes on her. "I .. I think I have duties to attend to .."

Maril grinned gleefully. “No, Krysa, sit down. We want you to feel comfortable.”

Jenn’s eyes darted back and forth like a scared animal’s, trying to guess Zane and Maril’s plan.

“Bat,” Zane called, “could we have a triple chocolate sundae with hot fudge and cherries?”

Bat, standing down at the bar, smiled and called back, “Coming right up.”

By this time, Jenn was panicking. “Come on, boys. You don’t have to go this far.” She stood up again, took one last look at the chocolate sundae Bat was preparing, and struggled away from the table and out of Ten-Forward.

Maril laughed. “You think we pushed her too far?”

Zane did not reply. He was staring at the door Jenn had left by. Without a word, he slid away from the table and walked out the same door.

“Is the party over?” Bat asked from behind Maril, holding the sundae. “Just a moment ago, I counted three command-level officers sitting at this table. Now there’s only one. My memory must be going. And who’s gonna have this sundae?”

Maril reluctantly looked at the sundae. “It’s alright, Bat. I suppose I’ll try it.”

Bat shrugged. “Okay. The feast of Meniago lies before you.” Bat placed the sundae on the table.

Maril took the spoon and put it in the chocolate, not mentioning that it was Meniero, not Meniago, who had had the feast.

Slowly and reluctantly, Maril pulled the spoon out of the sundae and slid it into his mouth.

To his surprise, it tasted decent. It had the taste of Bembelo’s seeds, the temperature of the ice of Quarsial, and a texture unlike anything Maril had had before. Almost without realizing it, Maril finished the sundae in the next half hour.

When he was finished and had come back to his senses, Maril pulled himself together and walked out of Ten-Forward, back to his quarters. “Thank you, Bat,” he said on his way out.

“Any time, Commander.”

The sun has met the sea,
Commander Onta Maril,
First Officer, USS Feynman,
aka Max Felsher

NRPG: Well, this is mere fluff, with a tiny bit of character development.

Andy, Kris:I didn’t know quite how Zane and Krysa would handle this, so I left it alone.

USS FEYNMAN: Party Time!

by Melanie Pocknall 7-22-1997

SD: 90722.0450
Timeframe: after the struggle with Dr Chavez

For the second time in two missions, Meleah had been 'injured'. The cut on her arm wasn't great, and fortunately it hadn't been as bad as the previous time. The doctor on duty had been able to patch up the skin easily and there had been no damage done to any of the circuits. However, she decided to pay a call on Mr. Cantian, the resident cyberneticist, to see how he was progressing in his work. Then, at least there would be several people that would know what to do in case something did happen to her.

Later, Timeframe: Just arriving in 10-Forward

As Meleah walked towards the table, she saw Krysa, then Zane, stand up and leave 10-F. That left only Maril sitting at the table. For a very brief moment, she wondered whether she should approach him, especially as the two of them had not had a chance to chat previously. Still, there was no time like the present, so she walked up to his table. As she was doing so, Bat made an appearance at Maril's table, then left just before Meleah got there.

"May I sit down, Cmdr?" Meleah asked.

<Max?>

Same time, different location...

A group of blue-uniformed officers made their way down the hallway towards HD4. In their midst were two blindfolded officers, well, cadets, to be more precise. Once the group assembled outside of the holodeck, the blindfolds were removed. Lianna blinked her eyes while they adjusted to the light, then looked to see where she was. The fact that they were at a holodeck stumped her, although her quick mind was beginning to piece together the clues. The fact that the other blindfolded person was her counterpart T'rae, who would be graduating with her when the Feynman got back to their base, gave her the largest hint of all.

"Computer, start program." Several science officers had spent hours putting the holodeck program together, in order to celebrate the cadet's graduations. The doors to the holodeck opened, and everyone looked inside in anticipation.

Inside was a large ballroom filled with streamers and balloons, not to mention plenty of tables with food on them. A band, comprising several junior crew members, was stationed in one corner, and there was a large space for dancing in the middle. "Wow!" Lianna said, as she took the whole scene in.

T'rae, for his part, remained silent. His Vulcan emotions weren't even stirred by the scene. For the ones who hadn't seen the program before, they were quite impressed, and immediately began swarming around the room. Other officers besides science officers, began coming into the holodeck too, and pretty soon there was quite a crowd.

<Anyone want to join in a party? It's welcome to all.>

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NRPG:

Just filling in time <G>.

Sincerely yours,
Lt Meleah
Chief Science Officer, RDMMS
USS FEYNMAN
Silver Fleet

Melanie.