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

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USS FEYNMAN: Swimming Against the Tide - Part 2

by Michael "Mike" Dailey 9-1-1997

SD:90828.1700
Scene: Medieval Fort, Holodeck

> >"Aye, the Lord sends his due compliments, but cannot attend
> >due to matters with the regiment. In lieu, he sends his
> >trusting second, at your service." Rory returned his
> >sword bowing to the assembled senior officers.

>"Mr. Heywood do you want to run that one by me again?" Zane's peevish and
>bitter, razor-edged tone sliced through the merry composure of the young man.
> "Just exactly why is the senior security officer not at the senior
> officer’s briefing as he was ordered." Zane asked more calmly than he felt.

Like any green Ensign on his first posting, Rory had heard of the strange quirks and oddities abound the FEYNMAN and of her commander, but a vivid image of Captain William Bligh appeared to him. Feeling quite vulnerable, Rory came to attention.

"Lt. Allard asked me to go in his place as part of me trainin, Sair." Maril's menacing look offered no reprisal. "I'm ta be graded on how I represent security at the briefing and the presentation of it at the security briefing tomorrow at oh-eight thirty, Sair." His struggle to maintain his confidence withheld, barely, in spite of feeling as thought he was the main course for a Klingon Rath'kli dinner (e.g., LARGE tiger).

> "Did you have any idea of this commander?" Zane asked sure that his
> FO would have cleared it with him before authorizing it.
>
> "No sir. I did not."
>
> "Mr. Heywood I realise you’re here because your immediate superior
> ordered you to be here. However the senior staff briefing is specifically
> for senior officers, hence the name. Would you please go back to security
> and inform Mr. Allard that if he is in this briefing in the next five minutes
> I will consider him late rather than disobeying orders."

"Ulp.." Rory swallowed hard. "Orders received an' understood, Sair!" Barked Rory. A nod from Maril released him, fleeing from the Holodeck.

> Maril took pity and called for the arch allowing him to bypass the scenario
> imposed distance.

[SNIP]

Leaving his quarters, J.C. tugged at the sword belt that had moments ago rested upon Rory's hip. Glad they were of nearly identical stature, Rory had suggested he don the his costume rather than wait to replicate another, so as to be properly attired.

The lift doors opened onto the holodeck corridor, as J.C. started to exit, slamming himself into the form of Bat Durensten.

"Sorry, Bat. I wasn't looking." apologized J.C. The unofficial rec. officer harrumphed, indicating to the holodeck 2 behind him.

"Don't worry yourself, Justin. Just watch your back in there! Quite a few ungrateful sharks with big heads in circling for prey in there." J.C. shot him a confused and curious look,

"Are you o.k.. Bat?" inquired the CSO? Many times Bat had provided much needed console for a down-trodden J.C.

"Oh.. nothing you can do, but thanks." mumbled Bat. "Something I need to work out between myself and someone else. For now, it's off to the Station."

"A little R&R, huh?" asked J.C. jokingly, but the grave look upon Bat's eyes told a much different story.

"Afraid not, Justin. I've been given the 'official boot'." Shaking his head as he turned for the lift, "You know, if I could just turn the clock back a few years. Justin, I wish we could trade places." The words trailed as the lift swallowed the older CSO up. J.C. inwardly laughed at the irony of his last comment, *I wouldn't be so sure of that,* he thought.

Glancing at his wrist chrono, he saw a full seven minutes had passed. A glimmer of haste filled J.C., but quickly vanished with anger. *To HELL with the bloody TYRANT! There's no pleasing his royal ARSE!* After the briefing, J.C. looked forward to having it out once and for all with Captain Ardik Thorsen! Make him look like a fool in front of his people, will he. Blast him, anyway. If the game is hardball, J.C. had ample fuel in his logs to throw into the fire.

Frustration fed his anger, until reaching the deck door, J.C. paused to take a few deep breaths.

> -----------------------------
> 10 Minutes later.

Taking a seat beside Loren, J.C. felt reminiscent of a human pin-cushion, as daggers and spears were looked upon him by Maril and Zane. Indifference returned, J.C.'s concentration was focused upon the three unfamiliar faces in the room.

> With all the senior staff and FEYNMAN’s three guests sitting at the oak
> table Zane began. "Before the briefing gets underway I’d like to
> introduce our guests. They will be remaining on board and will be
> participating in the mission to varying degrees." He gestured to the
> two temporal officers. =91First, are Major’s Flint and Stone of the
> Federation Temporal Division." That name got everyone’s attention.
> "And to my left, Lt. James Cardiff."

He had heard the station FCO's name here and there before, but never actually met. As for the other two, their names and titles were equally mystifying. *Temporal Division?*, what was SFE up to now? he wondered.

> He paused before continuing. "The gist of it is this. Even though
> we beat the attacker’s back we did not win the battle, the real battle.
> Neither did they but they are certainly on the edge of doing so. The
> whole thing was a diversion for one action. They wanted the DEFENDER to
> fire on them. They needed the massive amounts of energy that DEFENDER
> had to trigger their plan. To power a jump back in time." Again the
> captain paused to let the magnitude sink in. "They have gone back in
> time to disrupt a trial of a Starfleet admiral, their god. If they are
> successful then this time-line will end. We are going back in time to
> stop them." He gestured to Cardiff. "Lieutenant." All eyes turned to
> the older officer for the details.

J.C.'s mouth momentarily held agape, as were most of the senior staff's. All other thoughts instantly diminished in one breath. The Academy class in Temporal Mechanics (which he barely had scraped through,) re-envisioned itself, as were the strict regulations regarding the practice that had been drummed and drilled into every Cadet's head for the past 150+ years.

In theory, the slingshot effect could be used, but the slightest miscalculation on any one of a hundred variables would send the ship into the heart of the star instead of skirting it's gravity field. Partial shock, partial inquisitive amazement focused J.C. on Lieutenant Cardiff's report.

Submitted,
Mike Dailey
splatter2@qtm.net

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

On with the show. Dawe, great mission premise! This one will=20 go down in ASR history!

Cheers!
Mike Dailey

+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=
+ But that dread of something after death, the undiscovered +
= country from whose 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 =
+ +
= 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 SFDITF +
= Capt. Johan Bauer COMSFDITF "All I ask is a tall ship..." =
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USS FEYNMAN: Meleah's Input

by Melanie Pocknall 9-1-1997

SD: 90901.0638
>> He paused before continuing. "The gist of it is this. Even though we
>> beat the attacker’s back we did not win the battle, the real battle.
>> Neither did they but they are certainly on the edge of doing so. The
>> whole thing was a diversion for one action. They wanted the DEFENDER
>> to fire on them. They needed the massive amounts of energy that DEFENDER
>> had to trigger their plan. To power a jump back in time." Again the
>> captain paused to let the magnitude sink in. "They have gone back in
>> time to disrupt a trial of a Starfleet admiral, their god. If they
>> are successful then this time-line will end. We are going back in time
>> to stop them." He gestured to Cardiff. "Lieutenant." All eyes turned
>> to the older officer for the details.

Meleah, if she was capable of it, would have been in shock at the suggestion of time travel. Sure it had been done before but at what cost to the actual time line? It was all very well to say that it was alright because the Feynman was going to stop some other race from disrupting the time line but what happened if they stuffed things up? Although it was a logical, if albeit unusual, course of action, Meleah couldn't help but feel that it wasn't quite right. But if they didn't go, what would happen to their time line???

<<SNIP>> > Cardiff did not even look to see who had asked the question. "No.
>He made contact of his own initiative and recruited the race. He gave
>them ships and lifted them up to our tech level in a less than a year.
>He was revered on that planet. He cured seven major diseases,
>negotiated a world wide government, brought replicators down and pretty
>well broke every rule in the book in doing so. Or at least he shattered
>the biggest rule."

That was unthinkable. An Admiral who would actually break the Prime Directive to satisfy his own ego, it appeared, and no-one did anything about it. Meleah's moral program couldn't comprehend why such a thing would have happened.

<<SNIP>> > He straightened up and looked the Captain in the eye. "I'm going
>back with you because I know the layout, who was where. I know the
>players and will know if something new has been added."
>
> Zane kept eye contact and stated. "We _are_ talking 43 years ago."
>
> "Sir, I have relived those events ever since. I'll know."

"But you will not know everything," Meleah stated. "You will know about the general events and anything you were directly involved in." That was logical. Even Meleah, who had a perfect memory, would not have know everything about events that she was involved in. And then there was the question which many temporal physicists had been grappling with for many years. "What if that race was supposed to go back and attempt an assassination? If you assume that time is linear, then the event will have already occurred because it is illogical to assume that the same event can be repeated."

"But if time isn't linear," one of the others spoke up, "and events can be repeated, then it's possible that they weren't there originally."

"And if they were," someone else said, "then maybe we were part of those events too."

"That is a possibility," Meleah conceded. "If that is the case, then history shows that we succeeded."

"So if we don't go back, events might change."

"Not necessarily. The assassination may have been stopped by others in that time period."

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NRPG:

The scientist's point of view <G>. Feel free to contradict Meleah <G>.

Sincerely yours,

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

Melanie