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USS FEYNMAN: NRPG

by Kevin Thigpen 8-1-1997

Mike-

Thanks for the compliment. I sat at the computer for about twenty minutes with my finger hovering over the send key debating on whether to send that last post (worried about playing J.C. right).

David-

Hehehe...re your last post. To be totally honest, I wasn't expecting that at all. Nice twist!

I just kinda did that post you were refering to for fun. I figured that since Mary had the highest PSI rating at the time, she'd be the one to at least somehow sense and become involved in Loren's little escapade with the planetary consciousness (or whatever the heck it was, even I'm not too sure :) ).

Gotta take some time to ruminate on that last post of yours. Very nicely done though.

Later, Kevin Thigpen---->who's anxious to determine the validity of all this hype about 'Spawn-The Movie'; anybody know what this 'Spawn' is?

Lt(jg) Loren Landers USS FEYNMAN CNS

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"Nature uses only the longest threads to weave her patterns, so each small
piece of her fabric reveals the organization of the entire tapestry."
---Richard Feynman
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USS FEYNMAN: Burning Down the House

by Kristen Gant 8-1-1997

Stardate: 90801.1622
Scene: Krysa’s Quarters

Krysa looked over at the water bubbling happily in the pan as it set on a hot plate. She picked up the dried pasta and dumped it in, then stirred it briefly. *This is easy!* she thought with a smile.

She lifted the lid of the pan next to the boiling water and breathed in the steam which rose from inside. She frowned slightly. It wasn’t exactly what she expected... Certainly it didn’t smell like Bat’s always did. Perhaps something was missing. She looked at the various spices she had laying around the table and shrugged not sure where to begin.

Finally she gave up and dumped them all in the pot stirring it carefully, then replacing the lid. She fiddled with the controls on the hot plate one more time and then headed over to her desk to do more paperwork. After all, as she had read somewhere.. ‘A watched pot never boils.’

She frowned as she noticed her request for more personnel had been returned, ‘Denied’. She supposed she shouldn’t be surprised. With the upheaval of Silver it was getting harder to get the things they needed. Particularly now that the FEYNMAN was based virtually right in the ‘sack'. Taking a deep breath she rewrote her request, still asking for the same things only giving it a much more urgent tone. Who knew... maybe it would help. It certainly couldn’t hurt!

Her comm badge beeped and she tapped it, "Jenn here."

<Hey Krysa,> Jerran’s voice rang out. <Thought you might like to know the ENDEAVOUR is coming in. We’ll have her on our viewscreens any minute now.>

"Oh great! I’ll be right up," Krysa said pushing back her chair. While she loved the FEYNMAN and her crew as much as the others, she couldn’t help but be a little jealous of the luxurious Endeavor-class starship.

She pushed her chair in and hurried to the door. Then she stopped, Oops, almost forgot ..˛ She spun around and grabbed her PADD, as long as she was going to the bridge she might as well, send in her request from the communication terminal there.. it would go much faster. Then she hurried out of her quarters.

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"Hmm, she is beautiful, isn’t she," Krysa smiled.

"Thinking of transferring to a larger ship, Commander?" Jerran said looking over at her.

"Don’t count on it Mr. Jerran." she quipped.

"I was only asking out of concern for my shuttles." Suddenly there was an alert signal from tactical. Zane, who had been sitting in the center seat looked up at the young ensign.

"We have a fire on board sir."

"A fire??" All eyes turned to the young man. Fire’s couldn’t start on the ship they had fire protection to prevent that.

"Yes sir, a fire. I’m rerouting to put it out."

"Where is it?"

"Umm .." the young man said throwing a quick glance toward the ops station. "It’s in Commander Jenn’s quarters .."

Krysa’s eyes widen, "Oh no .." she whispered, "My sauce .."

Regards,
Lt.Commander Krysa Jenn
OPS/2O, USS FEYNMAN
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NRPG: Okay it’s pure entertainment :)

SB EPSILON The Ceremony Commences

by Mike Dawe 8-3-1997

SD: 90803

[Approaching Zinderneuf base now, sir.]

"Right, I'm on my way." He stood and glared at the pile of PADDs before him. The divisions had been made but he still wasn't happy with it. He glanced out at the deck below and smiled. Off to one side sat a sleek black sled of a craft . . .he had already arranged for practice time for the pilot and had no trouble convincing him to race.

Passing through the small hall and into the turbolift he gave his grey hair a once-through with his fingers before the doors opened onto the bridge. Now Zinderneuf filled the screen. Azariah stepped out and, without turning his head from the view ordered contact to be established with Commodore Robert Steele.

A ruddy face filled the viewscreen almost instantly, but it wasn't the Commodore that Azariah had hoped for. [Eh? Calling Bobby before me old chum. I'm hurt, hurt I say. Eh wot?]

"Hrrmf, Upshaw, get off the channel. Business before, remember?"

[Quite, quite. But remember your old chum here or I'll come across to that floating museum of war of yours and hunt you down.]

"I'm not a fox and you haven't the hounds for a 'hunt' Now get off the channel, I'll be contacting you for some special business shortly. Oh, the ceremony will be in an hour so get your best out."

[I'll do that old chum. That's an order I'll snap to. Zinderneuf Admin out, transferring to Task Force Ops.]

The viewscreen fuzzed then cleared with another Commodore standing ramrod straight. [Task Force command} he stated clearly.

"Not yet, Commander, but soon. I would like you to come aboard the Defender in one hour. One hour, Commander . . . enjoy it as it is your last free one for a very long time." Azariah laughed nastily and signaled for the line to be closed. Turning to Dark Blade he asked. "Have the preparations been made?"

"Yes sir." She replied. "All shuttles are being launched for cover and to make room. The bay will be clear and ready for the ceremony."

"And the transporter room?"

"I had the sign made but I . . . "

"It's not something you would do? Well it is something I wish they had done for me."

She shrugged and continued monitoring the ever-growing traffic about the Defender and the Base. The addition of the Feynman, the Regent, and the Endeavour did little to ease he job. The Bismark was also enroute and due within the hour, without her command staff. "Mother . . . Defender to Regent, what is going on?"

[Regent to Defender. Can't let your lot hog all the airspace. Our fighter wings will fly high pattern.]

She sighed and was about to reply when another set of movements caught her eye. "Stand by one, Regent. Feynman, what is your status?"

[Defender, Feynman. We are running some basic tests on our shuttlecrafts. Wouldn't do to report for a new command in less than tip top status. We'll leave the high ground for the Regent and take the middle space.]

She sighed and gave orders for the Defender shuttles to maintain a close orbit of the ship to keep out of the way of the higher traffic. Then another set of markers arrived on her board. "Defender to Zinderneuf. Status please."

[Bob, my XO, and I can't have all you lot cluttering up our airspace without having a presence ourselves. Tallyho! We'll be coming in for close orbit so we may be transported across at the appropriate time. The rest of my fighter wing will join the Regents in high cover.]

The XO of the Defender sighed and looked over to the Admiral who seemed to be taking it all in with good humour. "All we need now is some enemies and it would be a right busy place."

****Azariahs rule of jokes****
Don't.
They won't get it and it might happen.<br> ****************************

Far out beyond the sensor range of the various ships and the stations a small fleet waited. "He seems prepared." Growled the First.

"It does not matter. One may not prepare for that which has already taken place." The Third replied.

"But proximity rules . . . "

"Will be kept. A minor alteration of the plan. Two waves. The first will occupy the forces and then the Device carrier will follow. As soon as it is within range it will be activated and then all will be done."

"With that much heavy cover it will be hard for our pilots to survive."

"Immaterial. If the Device succeeds this will not have happened. If they fail and the device does not make it through they are better off dead." A hand slaps the edge of a twisted console. Skin flakes off of the hand and drops to the deck, unnoticed. "Today we close the loop opened so long ago."

Back on the Defender the preparations continued until the last moment. The Commodore and his aide transported across to find a sign hanging above the entrance to the shuttle deck. "Abandon hope . . . " Captain Faison read aloud.

Steele snorted. "Must be the Admirals idea of a joke."

"Strange idea. Bet still on?"

"It is. Let's go." They stepped through the doorway into the amptheatre that served as the shuttle deck for the Defender of Hoji. It was full of people. Most of the staffs of three ships and the starbase were on hand for it. Holodeck recording equipment was set inconspicuously off to one side, focused on the podium. Steele lead the way to the podium where Commodore Thornton Featherstone Upshaw and Vice Admiral Azariah Nicholas were already waiting. As they came to a halt on the podium Azariah nodded to them and stepped forward to the lectern.

"Hrrmf" (Faison winced and surreptitiously passed a slip of latinum across to Steele) "In accordance with the regulations and powers I hereby hand control of Outpost Zinderneuf and Task Force Zinderneuf to Commodore Robert Steele. Commodore, take care of my ships and people because you _know_ I will be watching." The Admiral stepped aside and Steele stepped forward to accept command.

<<<<nrpg>>> Okay, this sucker became a lot more than I planned when I started writing it.

Things to do. Your take and view of the action so far and the imminent arrival of the uninvited guests. First wave should rapidly become a close quarters 'knife fight' dogfight. Any and all may participate and help win the fight, which we will. The second wave will be a single ship, scout class that will seem to be on a collision course and then wink out just before colliding with the Defender. It is the lead in for a few missions for several ships . . . Feynman and Regent for openers. So you may try to stop it mut please fail.

These aliens are fanatical and NOT interested in talking.

Andy, you may begin your acceptance speech then interrupt yourself with a red alert as the first wave arrives to break up the party.

The rest of you, hop in anytime.

CO's please forward this to your respective crew but leave me to put it on the net. That way it gets done just once. Include the reminder for everyone to check their mailing lists. Too many stay messages have been going out with people reflexively hitting reply to all. I include others in my mailings by request but they don't want to follow bits and pieces of everybody else's ships as well.

mike--->who has been just as guilty lately.
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

SB EPSILON: Bad Start to a First Day

by Andrew Catterick 8-4-1997

SD:90804.1200
Scene: Amphitheater, DEFENDER of HOJI

> "Hrrmf" (Faison winced and surrepticiously passed a slip of latinum
>across to Steele) "In accordance with the regulations and powers I hereby
>hand control of Outpost Zinderneuf and Task Force Zinderneuf to Commodore
>Robert Steele. Commodore, take care of my ships and people because you
>_know_ I will be watching." The Admiral stepped aside and Steele stepped
>forward to accept command.

As Steele rose from his seat Faison leaned over and whispered last minute instructions. "If you get nervous, picture them all naked." Straightening up without managing to lose his composure he strode over to the podium. "Thank-you admiral." A brief shaking of hands and he turned to face the assembled personnel, silently cursing his XO for inserting the thought when he had. Faison had definitely avenged his loss of the bet.

"As of this stardate I officially acknowledge command of Task Force ZINDERNEUF." He paused and he could see on some of the faces in the crowd the hope that he would keep his speech reigned in to these few words. He didn’t blame them. Of course how often did someone pull out the soapbox for him? "Sentients of ZINDERNEUF,..." That was to be as far as he got before the eerie sounding alert klaxons of the Husnock ship began to reverberate through the amphitheater.

For an instant everyone remained still, most had never heard the low pitch whine before, but then a calm voice confirmed the alert. "Red Alert! Red Alert! All hands to battlestations, this is not a drill, I repeat, this is not a drill." The admiral moved to the podium. "It seems some of our new neighbours have come calling and they don’t seem the friendly type. You have enough time to beam out to your ships. Make it fast."

Instantly the hum of transporters filled the room as crews began emergency beam outs while they could.

Fasion looked up from the comm screen at the edge of the stage that showed the tactical situation as Steele approached. "Their really putting an effort into this."

"I guess they’re worried about the property values of the neighbourhood not that us transients have moved in."

"Do you want to head over to the flagship."

Every inch of his being wanted to be on the bridge of ENDEAVOUR, of any ship for that matter. This was his first crisis situation since leaving his command and his inability to rush off to the bridge of his ship and jump into the fray left him feeling ineffectual. "No, this looks like its shaping up to be a feeding frenzy and we’ll be able to coordinate better from here. Let’s get to the bridge."

<<<NRPG>>>

Hi all, just a short one so we can jump into the thick of things. And saving me from writing and you reading the stereotypical acceptance speech <G>

CO’s: please pass along to your crews. I’ll send a copy of this to the newsgroup…

Respectfully,
Andy
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-Captain Zane, Commanding, USS FEYNMAN
-Commodore Robert Steele, Commanding TF ZINDERNEUF
-Commander Horatio Sinclair, Fleet Intelligence, BLUE Fleet

USS FEYNMAN: NRPG

by Kevin Thigpen 8-5-1997

All-

Once again, I am preparing to move back home (after living so close to the Big Apple for the entire summer, I don't know if I can readjust to the small town of Hattiesburg, MS).

In short, I will be away from the land of e-mail for about two weeks (probably a little less than a week actually, but I'm allowing time for the development of any unforeseen troubles).

Of course, use Loren as you see fit.

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

*********************************************************************** "Nature uses only the longest threads to weave her patterns, so each small
piece of her fabric reveals the organization of the entire tapestry."
---Richard Feynman

Is there evil in the universe?
---Anonymous
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USS FEYNMAN: IS This Good For Those Ulcers?

by Kristen Gant 8-10-1997

Stardate: 90810.1514
Scene: Bridge

>"Five fighters destroyed, damage to three others."

"Sir!" Jenn called from Ops, "Two fighters inbound on a collision course!"

"Initiating evasive maneuvers," Jerran called, his attention fully focused on his console as his fingers tapped in his commands.

"Locking phasers," Koroth echoed. "We need more distance to fire phasers or the explosions will take out our remaining shields."

Krysa eyes were glued to the front viewscreen as the two fighters barrel toward them.

"It's a bluff," JC said tightly.

"I don't think so," Loren said.

"They don't care about themselves," Krysa agreed, "Only their final objective."

"But what is it!"

"Lt. Jerran you've got to put more space between us and those attackers," Zane ordered.

"Trying, sir," Jerran spoke calmly.

There was silence as the attacking enemies met and matched each of Jerrran's maneuvers, not allowing the FEYNMAN to get any further away, "What is the projected outcome if they both hit us."

"The first will knock out the remaining shields. The second will have a clear shot .. and depending on where it hit's .. and with what force .." Koroth began.

"Total destruction," someone finished as all mental energies were focused on finding a way to avoid getting Kamikazi'd.

"30 seconds to first impact," Jenn reported.

"How about going to warp?" Zane asked.

"We are too close to the outpost for that ."

"Full stop to heading 668 point 73." Zane ordered. Jerran took his eyes off his console to look back at his commanding officer, first with surprise, then with understanding.

"Aye, sir." Jerran said, "Full stop. Course heading 668.73"

"10 seconds to first impact," Jenn reported. "9 .. 8 .."

"Mr. Jerran, give me a 3 second impulse burst on my mark."

"Ready, sir."

"7 .. 6 .." Jenn continued to count, "5 .. "

"Now!"

The engines groaned as Jerran executed the 4 second impulse burst, pushing the FEYNMAN away from the course of the enemy fighters. The first fighter blew over them, missing the FEYNMAN completely and shooting past them.

"Lock phasers and fire when safe."

The second fighter had time to compensate and the FEYNMAN shook as it hit the ship's shields at an angle, bouncing away slightly before exploding.

"Shields at 23%," Koroth said somberly.

"Status on the other fighter."

"Beginning to turn and head back." Krysa interjected.

"Phasers's locked and firing," Koroth finished as the orange beam shot from the FEYNMAN's phaser array, nearly destroying the first attacker.

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

NRPG: Okay, you will not hurt my feelings by telling me this post is extremely impossible :) I know nothing about battle tactics. Scott tried once to teach me Starfleet Battles and I failed miserably ..

Kristen

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.^. Kristen Gant .-----' `-----. (AKA: Lt. Cmdr. Krysa Jenn, OPS/2O, USS FEYNMAN
| [##' `##] | Cmdr. Y'lonna Dyvian, XO, USS VICTORY
`---' __ `---' Capt. Gabriel Faison, XO, TF ZINDERNEUF
| .-' `. | Dr. Janna Swansen, CMO, USS PHOENIX
|' `| Lt. Faith Donaven, Inst., Camp Venture
Cmdr. Ainese Kev, (unassigned)
Lt.(j.g.) Roana Shan, (unassigned))

http://homepage.interaccess.com/~sgant/Kris/kris.htm

USS FEYNMAN: NRPG: Happy Birthday!

by Michael "Mike" Dailey 8-14-1997

Happy Birthday to our ship and Jason! Now, I wonder exactly HOW close in age we REALLY are to our PC's??? <BG> Inquiring minds...??? (heh heh heh)

As always,
Cheers!
Mike

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+ bourn no traveler returns, puzzles the will, and makes us rather bear those =
= 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: NRPG: Happy Birthday!

by Melanie Pocknall 8-15-1997

>> >Does anyone know exactly what day the commisioning was?
>> >If it's on the 20th then I can celebrate my birthday
>> >along with the Feynman <G>

>FEYNMAN was commissioned on SD: 70815... close!

>Happy Birthday Jason!

That goes for me too! And happy birthday, today, to the Feynman. I think I've been here since 80718, so I think I've well and truly broken the SCI curse :)

Melanie.

USS FEYNMAN: NRPG: Happy Birthday!

by Kristen Gant 8-15-1997

>Happy Birthday to our ship and Jason! Now, I wonder
>exactly HOW close in age we REALLY are to our PC's??? <BG>

>Inquiring minds...??? (heh heh heh)

Right close in age of course :) Who would want to play a younger character ... Hmmmm :)

Hey, you don't really expect me to tell you my age now do ya!! Suffice it to say that I believe I am the grandmother of players .. though in no way am I a grandmother in real life!! My oldest is only 3 (okay 4 next month .. boo hoo my baby's growing up :)

Kris

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Kristen & Scott Gant
http://homepage.interaccess.com/~sgant/gant.htm

USS FEYNMAN: Back In The Saddle

by Kevin Thigpen 8-16-1997

Stardate: 90816.1459
Scene: Bridge
MD: During the intense battle

Loren gripped the sides of his seat as the FEYNMAN rocked violently. In the background, Loren could hear and feel the voices of his fellow officers focusing on the battle in which they were mired.

Koreth, shouting something about the shields and SIF, couldn't drown out Captain Zane's booming commands. Maril, off to the side, calmly punched up schematics on his display.

Outwardly, both Zane and Maril projected that tension free look, but Loren could feel the turmoil underneath. To varying degrees the rest of the crew also projected the same facade.

The counselor could feel the stress mounting, but also the sense of flight or fight the crew was experiencing. Right now, the FEYNMAN was more in line with the fight mode of that particular syndrome, and fighting well as far as Loren could determine.

Then, he felt the presence of the massive craft and the beings it contained before Krysa even reported it on the sensors. Without even thinking, Loren reached over grabbing Zane's forearm as the sheer malevolence of the craft's intent washed over him.

Zane's eyes darted quickly over to the youthful counselor as the he felt the man's grip close over his arm. Loren, eyes closed, took a sharp intake of breath, as if he'd been suffocating for a few moments.

"Counselor?" began Zane, taking a very short reprieve from tossing orders as the FEYNMAN tore frantically at it's current top sublight speed back to the base.

Lost in the mind's eye, Loren shuddered slightly as the psychic phenomenon of the alien craft passed over him. Coming out of the strange trancelike state, Loren licked his lips before speaking.

"We've played right into their hands," quietly spoke Loren.

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

[NRGP: Well, here's my two cents :). So what's going on with this attack? I'm just dying to know, you know <BG>. Also, why do I feel there should be some sort of ominous music playing in the background?]

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"Nature uses only the longest threads to weave her patterns, so each small
piece of her fabric reveals the organization of the entire tapestry."
---Richard Feynman

Is there evil in the universe?
---Anonymous
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USS FEYNMAN: Dogs of War (fwd)

by Joseph Baker 8-19-1997

SD: 90819.0035
Scene: Interplanetary Space Near Starbase Zinderneuf

"PLUTO, CHARON," 1st LT Stark said over the Runabout THAME's comm unit. "Two fighters coming up on your 3. Kaz, watch your wing leader and check your six. Don't let anything slip by."

The Bajoran Militia officer brought the Federation runabout up behind a nearby corvette that was about to come about for a run toward the FEYNMAN while the Nausicaan in the co-pilot's seat opened fire with the phaser arrays beside the cockpit. The shuttlecraft ASIMOV came in firing it's phasers at the same spot, causing them to flare angrily before going out completely, allowing one of the THAMES' torpedoes to get through and detonate against the vulnerable hull. A final phaser shot from the FEYNMAN's aft phaser array finished the corvette off as the two shuttles banked off sharply to find another target.

"COCHRANE, ASIMOV, there's another wave of fighters coming towards the FEYNMAN. Keep them off her back as they try and get back to the base. CHARON and PLUTO, break off and head toward the LEXINGTON."

"This isn't right," Harkone said as he looked at his scanner display, his large jutting teeth clicking together as he spoke. "How come they're sending wave after wave? They'd be much better off sending them all in at once."

"And they barely have a chance with just these fighters and a few corvettes. There's got to be something more to this."

"Well, we've got another corvette to worry about first," Stark said as he pulled the runabout around, the phasers blaring into the oncoming attack craft.

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Scene: DELPHI Control Room, USS FEYNMAN

ENS Jevadi Davon watched the sensor display as the powerful DELPHI array recorded the battle. Every ship in the area was easily identified by its various emissions and active sensor scans. The science officer wondered, though, just as a certain Nausicaan pilot was also now wondering why the enemy had only sent in a bunch of fighters and a few corvettes. Then, as if on cue, something new popped into the field of battle. It only appeared briefly at first, the sensor display crackling slightly as the ship rocked from a hit from one of its attackers. In and out the small dot faded, until finally it appeared steady, the word "Unknown" flashing beside it an angry red as the dot moved towards the starbase. From the space/energy matrix sensors, Jevadi could tell that whatever it was, it was pretty big.

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Scene: Bridge, USS FEYNMAN

"The THAMES' just took a bad hit from that corvette," Jenn announced as she glanced over to Jerran and saw no reaction from the Vulcan pilot.

"Come to 15 mark six, fire upper and lower starboard arrays. Prepare to drop port shields as we fly by. Bring us in between the corvette and the runabout, Mr. Jerran."

Jerran brought the ship into a tight right turn, adding a double roll to avoid a couple of phaser shots from a pair of fighters behind the FEYNMAN. The starboard phaser arrays threw out orange lances of fire towards the corvette.

"We're in transporter range," LT Allard said.

"Drop shields," the captain said calmly. "Transporter room, energize."

As the port shields were down, the two fighters managed to get off a couple of shots from their small phaser arrays, doing some slight damage to the dorsal section of engineering. After what seemed like an eternity, the transporter chief said, [THAMES' crew aboard].

"Shields up," Allard announced.

"Bring us back on course for Zinderneuf, LT."

[DELPHI to bridge], ENS Jevadi's voice came over the intercom, eliciting an ever so slightly raised eyebrow from the Vulcan pilot at the helm. The only one who noticed the gesture was the OPS officer sitting beside him, who just smiled very slightly in spite of the battle raging around them, and filed the information away for future use. [We've got another contact coming in towards the base. It looks pretty big.]

"Felani and the beast of Korza," Maril said as he looked at his sensor screen.

"Can we make it, Jerran?" Zane said as he sat at the edge of his seat.

"Not at the speed they're moving, sir," the pilot said as the ship rocked with another torpedo hit from the corvette pursuing them. "And not with these ships on our six."

"We're in over our heads."

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<NRPG>
I'm still alive :)

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