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+<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: NRPG</h3>
+<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by
+Kevin Thigpen 8-1-1997</h4>
+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
+<nowiki>***********************************************************************</nowiki><br>
+"Nature uses only the longest threads to weave her patterns, so each small<br>
+piece of her fabric reveals the organization of the entire tapestry."<br>
+---Richard Feynman<br>
+<nowiki>***********************************************************************</nowiki><br>
+<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Burning Down the House</h3>
+<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Kristen Gant 8-1-1997</h4>
+Stardate: 90801.1622<br>
+Scene: Krysa’s Quarters<br>
+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.
+<nowiki>***</nowiki><br>
+"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,<br>
+Lt.Commander Krysa Jenn<br>
+OPS/2O, USS FEYNMAN<br>
+<nowiki>***</nowiki><br>
+NRPG: Okay it’s pure entertainment :)<br>
+<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">SB EPSILON The Ceremony Commences</h3>
+<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Mike Dawe 8-3-1997</h4>
+SD: 90803<br>
+[Approaching Zinderneuf base now, sir.]<br>
+"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."
+<nowiki>****Azariahs rule of jokes****</nowiki><br>
+Don't.<br>
+<nowiki>They won't get it and it might happen.<br>
+****************************</nowiki><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.<br>
+Vice Admiral Azariah Nicholas CINCSILVER<br>
+Captain Christof Fife USS REGENT<br>
+Lt. Cmdr Eskat Eskat CNS USS HERMES<br>
+Lt James Cardiff FCO DEFENDER<br>
+Lt. Derek O'Malley CNS USS CALLISTO<br>
+Kytan Duandir XO HRSS St. Jude<br>
+mdawe@islandnet.com<br>
+<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Tallyho!</h3>
+<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by
+Andrew Catterick 8-4-1997</h4>
+SD:90804.1430<br>
+<i>
+>For an instant everyone remained still, most had never heard the low<br>
+>pitch whine before, but then a calm voice confirmed the alert. "Red<br>
+>Alert! Red Alert! All hands to battle stations, this is not a drill, I<br>
+>repeat, this is not a drill." The admiral moved to the podium. "It<br>
+>seems some of our new neighbours have come calling and they don’t seem<br>
+>the friendly type. You have enough time to beam out to your ships.<br>
+>Make it fast."<br>
+</i>
+Zane hit his commbadge. "Zane to FEYNMAN. Begin emergency beamout of
+all FEYNMAN Personnel. Lock on to my signal and the eight around me and
+beam directly to the bridge."
+Materializing on the bridge of the FEYNMAN Zane was met with controlled
+chaos as junior officers made way at their stations for their
+superiors. "Status." Zane ordered as he lowered himself into his
+chair.
+"Multiple inbounds emerging from the sack at gridpoint 38-ai2. Variety
+of classes ranging from fighters to corvettes."
+"Close the distance Mr. Jerran."
+"Aye sir, coming round to 313 mark 79 increasing speed to full
+impulse." In the background the chatter of fighters and Starfleet
+vessels filled the bridge.
+"Tactical." The main viewscreen flashed to show the graphic
+representation of what was happening. "They don’t seem to be heading
+for the base." Zane said.
+"Decided to get us out of the way and then have carte blanche on
+ZINDERNEUF?" Maril didn’t sound convinced. The enemy was going to have
+a hard enough time dealing with TFZ, the DEFENDER and various fighter
+wings. If by some act of the gods a sizable portion managed to survive
+a victory against the Starfleet ships they would surely find the
+defenses of the outpost formidable.
+Already the lead elements of the two forces had smashed into each other
+and small explosions flashed amongst the twisting and turning fighters
+trying to gain the advantage on each other. Any semblance of order that
+the two fleets might have had had already been lost.
+The ship rocked as an enemy fighter trying to get away from a pursuer
+deflected off of FEYNMAN’s shields Before being impaled by phaser fire
+from two marine fighters.
+"No damage, shields holding." Allard confirmed from his station.
+"Concentrate on the larger craft for now Mr. Allard. Fire at will.
+Mr. Jerran try not to get in the way of any shots from the DEFENDER."
+They all remembered what one shot from the vast Husnock ship had done to
+an AGAMEMNON Battlecruiser. FEYNMAN wouldn’t stand a chance.
+As if to emphasize his understanding Jerran took the ship into a tight
+corkscrew bringing the nimble destroyer behind the closest corvette.
+Before the smaller ship’s gun turrets had even finished spinning around
+to meet the new threat precision fire at the hands of Lt. Allard had
+removed it from the battlefield. "Next." He said with a satisfied
+grin.
+<<<NRPG>>><br>
+Have fun<br>
+Respectfully,<br>
+Andy<br>
+--<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;">SB EPSILON: Bad Start to a First Day</h3>
+<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by
+Andrew Catterick 8-4-1997</h4>
+SD:90804.1200<br>
+Scene: Amphitheater, DEFENDER of HOJI<br>
+<I>
+> "Hrrmf" (Faison winced and surrepticiously passed a slip of latinum<br>
+>across to Steele) "In accordance with the regulations and powers I hereby<br>
+>hand control of Outpost Zinderneuf and Task Force Zinderneuf to Commodore<br>
+>Robert Steele. Commodore, take care of my ships and people because you<br>
+>_know_ I will be watching." The Admiral stepped aside and Steele stepped<br>
+>forward to accept command.<br>
+</I>
+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,<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: NRPG</h3>
+<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by
+Kevin Thigpen 8-5-1997</h4>
+All-<br>
+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,<br>
+Kevin Thigpen<br>
+USS FEYNMAN CNS<br>
+Lt(jg) Loren Landers<br>
+<nowiki>***********************************************************************</nowiki>
+"Nature uses only the longest threads to weave her patterns, so each small<br>
+piece of her fabric reveals the organization of the entire tapestry."<br>
+---Richard Feynman<br>
+Is there evil in the universe?<br>
+---Anonymous<br>
+<nowiki>***********************************************************************</nowiki><br>
+<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: IS This Good For Those Ulcers?</h3>
+<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Kristen Gant 8-10-1997</h4>
+Stardate: 90810.1514<br>
+Scene: Bridge<br>
+>"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,<br>
+Lt. Cmdr. Krysa Jenn<br>
+Ops/2O USS FEYNMAN<br>
+***
+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
+<nowiki>*************************************************************</nowiki><br>
+.^. Kristen Gant
+.-----' `-----. (AKA: Lt. Cmdr. Krysa Jenn, OPS/2O, USS FEYNMAN<br>
+| [##' `##] | Cmdr. Y'lonna Dyvian, XO, USS VICTORY<br>
+`---' __ `---' Capt. Gabriel Faison, XO, TF ZINDERNEUF<br>
+| .-' `. | Dr. Janna Swansen, CMO, USS PHOENIX<br>
+|' `| Lt. Faith Donaven, Inst., Camp Venture<br>
+Cmdr. Ainese Kev, (unassigned)<br>
+Lt.(j.g.) Roana Shan, (unassigned))<br>
+http://homepage.interaccess.com/~sgant/Kris/kris.htm
+<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: NRPG: Happy Birthday!</h3>
+<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by
+Michael "Mike" Dailey 8-14-1997</h4>
+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,<br>
+Cheers!<br>
+Mike<br>
++=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=<br>
+= "But that dread of something after death, the undiscovered country from whose +<br>
++ bourn no traveler returns, puzzles the will, and makes us rather bear those =<br>
+= ills we have than fly to others that we know not of..." Hamlet +<br>
++ =<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 Star Fleet Diplomatic Task Force =<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: NRPG: Happy Birthday!</h3>
+<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Melanie Pocknall 8-15-1997</h4>
+>> >Does anyone know exactly what day the commisioning was?<br>
+>> >If it's on the 20th then I can celebrate my birthday<br>
+>> >along with the Feynman <G><br>
+>FEYNMAN was commissioned on SD: 70815... close!<br>
+>Happy Birthday Jason!<br>
+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.
+<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: NRPG: Happy Birthday!</h3>
+<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Kristen Gant 8-15-1997</h4>
+>Happy Birthday to our ship and Jason! Now, I wonder<br>
+>exactly HOW close in age we REALLY are to our PC's??? <BG><br>
+>Inquiring minds...??? (heh heh heh)<br>
+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
+<nowiki>------------------------------------</nowiki><br>
+Kristen & Scott Gant<br>
+http://homepage.interaccess.com/~sgant/gant.htm<br>
+<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Back In The Saddle</h3>
+<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by
+Kevin Thigpen 8-16-1997</h4>
+Stardate: 90816.1459<br>
+Scene: Bridge<br>
+MD: During the intense battle<br>
+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,<br>
+Kevin Thigpen<br>
+Lt(jg) Loren Landers<br>
+USS FEYNMAN CNS<br>
+[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?]
+<nowiki>***********************************************************************</nowiki><br>
+"Nature uses only the longest threads to weave her patterns, so each small<br>
+piece of her fabric reveals the organization of the entire tapestry."<br>
+---Richard Feynman<br>
+Is there evil in the universe?<br>
+---Anonymous<br>
+<nowiki>***********************************************************************</nowiki><br>
+<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Dogs of War (fwd)</h3>
+<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Joseph Baker 8-19-1997</h4>
+SD: 90819.0035<br>
+Scene: Interplanetary Space Near Starbase Zinderneuf<br>
+"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.
+<nowiki>*******************************************************</nowiki><br>
+Scene: DELPHI Control Room, USS FEYNMAN<br>
+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.
+<nowiki>************************************************************</nowiki><br>
+Scene: Bridge, USS FEYNMAN<br>
+"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."
+<nowiki>**************************************</nowiki><br>
+<NRPG><br>
+I'm still alive :)<br>
+<nowiki>***************************************************************************</nowiki><br>
+* jobaker@chuma.cas.usf.edu * jbaker@deans2.cas.usf.edu *<br>
+<nowiki>***************************************************************************</nowiki><br>
+* Joseph Baker *<br>
+* University of South Florida *<br>
+<nowiki>***************************************************************************</nowiki><br>
+* Daisemi'in rhhaensuriuu * Of the Chief parts of the *<br>
+* meillunsiateve * Ruling Passion only this *<br>
+* rh'e Mnhei'sahe yie ahr'en: * Can be truly said: *<br>
+* Mnahe afw'ein qiuu, * Hate has a reason for everything *<br>
+* rh'e hweithnaef * But love is unreasonable *<br>
+* mrht Heis'he ehl'ein qiuu * --Rihannsu Proverb *<br>
+<nowiki>***************************************************************************</nowiki><br>
+<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Charcoal Man</h3>
+<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by
+Kevin Thigpen 8-21-1997</h4>
+[NRPG: With title, no disrespect intended towards burn-victims.]
+Stardate: 90821.2331<br>
+Scene: Bridge--->sickbay<br>
+MD: [NRPG: Not too sure about the MD. None on Jason's last post, and the
+others have gone to the digital afterlife :).]
+The FEYNMAN eased into place to the port side of the DEFENDER as the last
+of the enemy fighters fled the immediate area of space or were mopped up
+by the remaining Star Fleet fighters.
+Zane glanced around his somewhat damaged bridge. One of the science
+consoles aft had taken a beating and showed some severe charring as a
+result. Other than the that, the only evidence on the bridge that a
+battle had just taken place were the sharp, alert looks the bridge crew
+possessed.
+Koreth was already in the turbolift heading to 'his' engineering section
+to effect what repairs he and his team of miracle workers could. J.C.
+remained standing solidly at his station, not even the slightest hint of
+anxiety present on his face. Maril looked just as impassive in his seat
+to Zane's right.
+The faces of Krysa and Jerran were obscured as they focused on the main
+viewscreen communicating with the DEFENDER and various other fighter
+squadrons.
+The ship's counselor, Loren Landers, was doing some one-way communication
+of his own. Calming his mind, he evicted the tremendous tension of the
+crew from his own mind. Unlike Vulcans, Betazoids, lacking sheer
+telepathic power, made up for this shortcoming with their range. Right
+now, the tense feelings and pent up anxiety of the entire crew was
+crashing down on Loren's mind.
+Training prevented him from succumbing to the debilitating effects of
+these emotions.
+"Captain, permission to head to sickbay. I'd like to see if there's
+anything I can do with the captured enemy pilot," quietly asked Loren.
+Zane shifted slightly, taking note of the counselor's quiet tone. He knew
+of the hardships endured by many strong Betazoid telepaths when the
+feelings of those around them were peaking. Zane could imagine that what
+Loren was enduring now wasn't pleasant, but then again there was
+absolutely nothing pleasant about what had just transpired. Nodding, he
+gave his silent assent.
+[SNIP]
+Loren stepped gingerly in sickbay, rubbing his temples. Straightening
+himself physically and mentally, he moved into the main sickbay area. No
+sense in presenting himself as another possible patient for Mary. She and
+her staff already had their hands full as it was. He wasn't about to give
+them more to do.
+Sickbay was more of a triage center than a real sickbay. Injured bodies
+covered all of the available bio-beds. In a glance, Loren took note of
+those bodies with sheets covering them from head to toe.
+"Hand me that dermal regenerator!"
+"Doctor! Over here!"
+"Give him this and move him over there."
+Quiet moans of pain punctuated the hurried voices of the medical staff,
+who were doing an admirable job in the face of tremendous difficulty.
+Flashes of green moved from bio-bed to floor to corner, wherever lay a
+patient a green form hovered over it for a few minutes before moving on to
+another. Those in pain received a quick hypospray before bliss took them
+off to the painless land of unconsciousness.
+"I'm a little busy right now counselor..." began Mary as she moved to a
+patient next to the door through which Loren had entered.
+"I know...I just want to see the pilot that was captured."
+"In a moment," Mary pressed the hypo to the groaning man's neck after
+determining that his wounds were not life-threatening. "Damn," she
+muttered as the hypo sputtered, notifying it's user that it was completely
+empty. "Dr. Scully! Another sedative over here!"
+No answer, as Scully was busy with patients of her own. Loren leaned down
+to the man propped against the bulkhead, next to Mary. For half-a-second
+he caught a whiff of her perfume. Funny, he'd never noticed it before,
+but he put these thoughts aside as he smoothed the man's hair, trying to
+impart some of the calm in his mind to ease the man's suffering.
+Less than half a minute passed before the man's groans became mere
+whimpers. "Can I see the pilot now?" queried Loren to an on-looking Mary.
+"He's over there," gestured Mary to the far corner of sickbay, before
+moving on to other injured parties.
+Lithely, Loren moved among the med staff and injured approaching the
+blackened body that was the enemy.
+There was no way to even visually identify the man's race the dermal
+damage was so bad. Quietly, Loren stepped up the man, looking carefully
+over the damaged flesh that was his face.
+Calming his own mind some more, he reached out, hoping to catch a whisp of
+something that floated free of the man's mind. Just as quickly, he felt
+the nothingness that comes from a species whose minds are closed to
+telepathic contact. But somehow, this closedness was nothing like the
+Ferengi, a race whose brain structure prohibited telepathy. This
+'closedness' seemed almost artificial.
+Loren would have to talk to someone who was far more proficient at dealing
+with mental blockages than he, a Vulcan, or half-Vulcan even. Loren
+reached to tap his comm-badge, just as blackened hand grasped his own.
+Nearly jumping onto the adjacent bio-bed, Loren instinctively tried to
+twist his wrist away from the charred man. No avail, as the man's grip
+was tremendous, even in his condition.
+A wicked smile played across his flaky lips, as he muttered, "No
+use...we've won." A slight, weak laughter followed that stood Loren's
+hairs on end.
+Success! Loren twisted his wrist free leaving the man's hand hanging
+limply at his side. Taking a few steps back, Loren moved away from the
+horrible visage of the pilot.
+"Counselor?" spoke Scully whom Loren had just nearly run into in his haste
+to back away from the enemy pilot. Immediately, she caught the direction
+of Loren's gaze before he could reply. "He'll be up and about in no time.
+We just haven't had time to run the regenerators over him. Right now,
+he's in no harm. Furthermore, he can't get far with the force field we've
+thrown over him."
+Swallowing the lump that had formed in his throat, Loren nodded. "Thanks
+Dr. Scully."
+"No problem," she added winking an eye as she glanced from him to Mary.
+Loren nearly opened his mouth, but she was off before any words could come
+to mind. Instead, he left sickbay for the bridge to report, in person,
+what had been passed along to him about the enemy pilot's condition as
+well as his own encounter.
+Respectfully submitted,<br>
+Kevin Thigpen<br>
+Lt(jg) Loren Landers<br>
+USS FEYNMAN CNS<br>
+[NRPG: Just a little something to move us along a very teensy weeny bit
+:). Also, I was just going through my files (cleaning up my account
+actually) and I realized that Loren never finished the BrOT tests. I know
+we got busy towards the end, but I was wondering: Are we going to assume
+that he passed or do we have him finish up the last parts now that we are
+back at base?]
+<nowiki>***********************************************************************</nowiki><br>
+"Nature uses only the longest threads to weave her patterns, so each small<br>
+piece of her fabric reveals the organization of the entire tapestry."<br>
+---Richard Feynman<br>
+Is there evil in the universe?<br>
+---Anonymous<br>
+<nowiki>***********************************************************************</nowiki><br>
+<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Robbing From the Rich</h3>
+<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Kristen Gant 8-25-1997</h4>
+Stardate: 90825.1833<br>
+Scene: Corridor to the holodeck<br>
+Krysa walked with great ceremony through the corridor, nodding to those
+'peasants' who passed by. This was indeed one of the best constumes yet,
+she thought as she smoothed the velvet greet brocade. Course the corset
+wasn't the most comfortable, but she had to admit it did make her look
+stunning. So all in all it was certainly worth it.
+She stepped in front of the holodeck, and watched as the door opened to a
+lovely grassy road. Situated just in front of her was a carriage drawn by a
+decorated white horse. "Milady Krysa," a handsome young squire stepped to
+the door of the carriage opening it for her. "The nobles await you at the
+castle."
+Krysa grinned, "Do they indeed. Then lets not keep the handsome gents
+waiting." She took his hand and pulled up her heavy skirts just enough to
+keep from stepping on them as she entered the carriage.
+She 'oohed' happily at the soft padded interior, "This is indeed lovely!"
+She turned to the squire shutting the door to thank him, when an arrow shot
+out, shooting the squires hat right off his head. The man put his hand to
+his head and then promptly fell over in a dead faint. Krysa watched with
+wide eyes as the man hit the floor.
+Suddenly a man dressed in forest green tights and another dressed in church
+robes stepped out of the forest, "Hand over your gold, milady."
+Krysa's eyes narrowed, that voice was familiar. "What is the meaning of this!"
+"There are people in need of your gold, milady. Surely you wouldn't without
+food from the mouths of starving farmers." The man drew nearer, and a smile
+landed on Krysa's face. "Why you must be that rogue, Robin Hood."
+Jerran grinned, taking his hat from his head and bowing low, "At your
+service fair lady."
+"You know I don't think the Sheriff would be very happy to see you robbing
+my carriage."
+"Oh," Jerran said, "And is the Sheriff a personal friend of yours?"
+"Indeed," Krysa said. "And I think you should hurry on your merry way
+before he comes along and arrests you."
+"He couldn't catch me." the would be Robin Hood boasted. "And to prove it,
+I think I'll take the whole carriage. Certainly he couldn't miss a missing
+carriage?"
+"Have it your way," Krysa said sitting back in the carriage.
+"But Master Robin .. we *can't* take an entire carriage!" The rotund friar
+said.
+"Why not," Jerran asked. "Climb aboard my good man." He stuck his head in
+the window of the carriage and whispered to Krysa, "I hope the horse knows
+where he's going."
+Krysa giggled, "I've confidence in you Lieutenant."
+"You realize you're my prisoner now," he added with a grin before swinging
+up onto the drivers seat of the carriage.
+Regards,<br>
+Lt. Commander Krysa Jenn<br>
+OPS/2O, USS FEYNMAN<br>
+***
+NRPG: Well, we're on our way .. but what awaits our intrepid Rogue and his
+fair prisoner .. or what chases them ??
+Kris
+<nowiki>------------------------------------</nowiki><br>
+Kristen & Scott Gant<br>
+http://homepage.interaccess.com/~sgant/gant.htm<br>
+<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Swimming Against the Tide
+</h3>
+<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by
+Andrew Catterick 8-28-1997</h4>
+SD:90828.1700<br>
+Scene: Medieval Fort, Holodeck<br>
+<I>
+>"Aye, the Lord sends his due compliments, but cannot attend due to <br>
+>matters with the regiment. In leiu, he sends his trusting second, <br>
+>at your service." Rory returned his sword, and bowed to the staff, <br>
+>moving to take a seat beside at the food laden table beside Mr. Landers.<br><br>
+</I>
+"Mr Heywood do you want to run that one by me again? 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.
+The security officer seemed a little less sure of the situation. "Lt
+Allard asked me to go in his place as part of my training I am to be
+graded on how I represent security at the briefing and my presentation
+of it at the security briefing tomorrow at oh-eight thirty."
+"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 realize 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."
+"Yes sir!" Heywood replied before making a dash. Maril took pity and
+called for the arch allowing him to bypass the scenario imposed
+distance. The look on the first officer’s face seemed clear that he
+would not be as lenient with the CSO as his captain was being.
+<nowiki>-----------------------------</nowiki><br>
+Minutes later.<br>
+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. ‘First, 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 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.
+<<<NRPG>>>
+There ya go Mike.
+All: As you know Time travel is frowned upon in ASR and meeting
+anything or anyone having to do with trek canon is even more so (at
+least one unit has been disbanded for doing just that). Mike feels we
+are up to the challenge and I agree with him. So lets not let him
+down….
+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: Swimming Against the Tide - Part 2</h3>
+<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by
+Michael "Mike" Dailey 9-1-1997</h4>
+SD:90828.1700<br>
+Scene: Medieval Fort, Holodeck<br>
+<I>
+> >"Aye, the Lord sends his due compliments, but cannot attend<br>
+> >due to matters with the regiment. In lieu, he sends his<br>
+> >trusting second, at your service." Rory returned his<br>
+> >sword bowing to the assembled senior officers.<br>
+>"Mr. Heywood do you want to run that one by me again?" Zane's peevish and<br>
+>bitter, razor-edged tone sliced through the merry composure of the young man.<br>
+> "Just exactly why is the senior security officer not at the senior<br>
+> officer’s briefing as he was ordered." Zane asked more calmly than he felt.<br>
+</I>
+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).
+<I>
+> "Did you have any idea of this commander?" Zane asked sure that his<br>
+> FO would have cleared it with him before authorizing it.<br>
+><br>
+> "No sir. I did not."<br>
+><br>
+> "Mr. Heywood I realise you’re here because your immediate superior<br>
+> ordered you to be here. However the senior staff briefing is specifically<br>
+> for senior officers, hence the name. Would you please go back to security<br>
+> and inform Mr. Allard that if he is in this briefing in the next five minutes<br>
+> I will consider him late rather than disobeying orders."<br>
+</I>
+"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<br>
+> imposed distance. <br>
+[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.
+> -----------------------------<br>
+> 10 Minutes later.<br>
+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.<br>
+<I>
+> With all the senior staff and FEYNMAN’s three guests sitting at the oak<br>
+> table Zane began. "Before the briefing gets underway I’d like to<br>
+> introduce our guests. They will be remaining on board and will be<br>
+> participating in the mission to varying degrees." He gestured to the<br>
+> two temporal officers. =91First, are Major’s Flint and Stone of the<br>
+> Federation Temporal Division." That name got everyone’s attention.<br>
+> "And to my left, Lt. James Cardiff."<br>
+</I>
+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.
+<nowiki>*Temporal Division?*</nowiki>, what was SFE up to now? he wondered.
+<I>
+> He paused before continuing. "The gist of it is this. Even though<br>
+> we beat the attacker’s back we did not win the battle, the real battle.<br>
+> Neither did they but they are certainly on the edge of doing so. The<br>
+> whole thing was a diversion for one action. They wanted the DEFENDER to<br>
+> fire on them. They needed the massive amounts of energy that DEFENDER<br>
+> had to trigger their plan. To power a jump back in time." Again the<br>
+> captain paused to let the magnitude sink in. "They have gone back in<br>
+> time to disrupt a trial of a Starfleet admiral, their god. If they are<br>
+> successful then this time-line will end. We are going back in time to<br>
+> stop them." He gestured to Cardiff. "Lieutenant." All eyes turned to<br>
+> the older officer for the details.<br><br>
+</I>
+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,<br>
+Mike Dailey<br>
+splatter2@qtm.net<br>
+<nowiki>********
+* NRPG *
+********</nowiki>
+On with the show. Dawe, great mission premise! This one will go down in ASR history!
+Cheers!<br>
+Mike Dailey<br>
++=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=<br>
++ But that dread of something after death, the undiscovered  +<br>
+= country from whose  bourn no traveler returns, puzzles the =<br>
++ will, and makes us rather bear those ills we have than fly +<br>
+= to others that we know not of..." Hamlet                   =<br>
++                                                            +<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: It's A Tough Job</h3>
+<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Kristen Gant 8-30-1997</h4>
+Stardate: 90830.1053<br>
+Scene: Holodeck<br>
+It was a pleasant trip back to the castle and those who had been in the
+scenario were brimming with smiles. This was the best part of these
+staffings. Krysa walked in and flashed a smile at a sour-faced Captain as
+she turned to taste Bat's faire.
+She stood looking at the delicious treats and began sampling, as her eyes
+scanned the room for Bat. Where was he? He was usually nearby to hear all
+the compliments about his food. He wouldn't miss those!
+Finally still unable to find him, she moved stealthily behind Zane, reaching
+out to poke him gently in the ribs. He jumped a bit and turned to look at
+her. "Don't."
+She frowned at the dark look on his face, "What's wrong?"
+"We have guests."
+"I know, I saw them." She grinned, "But the meeting hasn't started yet ..
+don't be a fuddy duddy. By the way, where's Bat? Is he hiding in
+preparation for some amazing surprise?"
+Zane looked even unhappier and Krysa frowned, "Zane .. what's up?"
+"He's going to spend this mission at Zindernuef."
+"Bat!??"
+Zane nodded, "I .. had to put him off .."
+"Oh dear," Krysa whispered, "I bet that wasn't easy."
+Zane shook his head, "No."
+She looked up at him with a comforting smile, "I'm sorry."
+Zane shrugged then turned to see the ACSO walking in .. without Lt. Allard ..
+***
+'Back in time' .. the concept seemed so ludicrous. Sure it had been done
+before.. but it was highly frowned on .. and extremely dangerous. Squash
+the wrong disease carrying bug and you save people who should have died ..
+who in turn create people who never existed ..and then the whole timeline
+as they know it changes.
+It was no wonder Zane had to put all unnecessary personnel off the ship.
+Not that Bat would understand that ..
+Regards,
+Lt. Commander Krysa Jenn
+OPS/2O, USS FEYNMAN
+***
+NRPG: I just wanted to get one last fluff post in .. and Krysa's reaction
+to Bat being put off :)
+Kristen
+<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Evil Thoughts</h3>
+<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by
+Kevin Thigpen 8-30-1997</h4>
+Stardate: 90831.0256<br>
+Scene: FEYNMAN Holodeck<br>
+MD:<br>
+Loren sat quietly, consuming the information provided by Lt. Cardiff. He,
+too, had heard stories told through certain channels of an old FCO who had
+remained a Lt. all his career.
+He had thought them only rumors, but now right here at this mission
+briefing was the rumor, bygone hearsay no more.
+As soon as the words time travel were mentioned, Loren immediately felt
+the tension in the room seize him. Overlaying the emotions he felt,
+though, were those of his own.
+The thought of time travel, going back over 40 years, captivated him. For
+a split second, Loren's mind turned to thoughts that since yesterday, he
+had given up on. But here before him, another opportunity presented
+itself, an opportunity to find out who he really was.
+Given, 40 years was a bit of overkill, but still, there could be records
+of the ship, who knows what else. The merchantman PURUL didn't exist now,
+but 40 years ago it might have.
+Mentally, Loren shook these disgusting thoughts off. During that split
+second, he had actually considered doing the very thing that he had
+pledged his life, his career towards not violating. No, he would not
+tamper with his own timeline. Besides there would be very little if
+anything he could even do about it 40 years in the past.
+He kept telling himself this, not even realizing that the thoughts were
+there in his mind, and that with time, he might even come to accept doing
+the unthinkable.
+Across and down the banquet table, Lt.Cmdr. Krysa Jenn was occupied by her
+own thoughts as well, but a sidelong glance at the others caused her to
+focus her gaze on the young, blond haired counselor at the far end.
+Very few people could tell much about a Betazoid by looking at the dark
+orbs that served for their eyes, not even Krysa. Not to mention that her
+empathic abilities were somewhat below par. Still, she had served as a
+counselor aboard the FEYNMAN for some time, while Loren was still at the
+academy. She knew things the inexperienced counselor was just beginning
+to learn.
+She could spot a troubled mind, even at a distance. Right now, to Krysa,
+it was pretty obvious that Loren's dark eyes were focused elsewhere,
+beyond the little briefing. Mentally, she made a note to mention this
+disturbing impression to Loren later, not to mention that the body
+language being passed between he and Mary was...interesting to say the
+least.
+Loren brought himself back to reality after disposing of the thoughts
+earlier. Focusing on Cardiff, Loren could sense the waves of hopelessness
+emanating from the man. Deep inside burned something, that made him
+continue, but outside he portrayed a man tormented and who had given up.
+Given up on the things in life that made one believe it worth living.
+The FEYNMAN's counselor immediately pegged Cardiff as unusual. If not for
+the strange, undefinable fire within him, Loren's professional opinion
+would have been that he be retired from Starfleet.
+Respectfully submitted,<br>
+Kevin Thigpen<br>
+Lt(jg) Loren Landers<br>
+[NRPG: Perhaps a CNS with his own agenda?]
+<nowiki>***********************************************************************</nowiki><br>
+"Nature uses only the longest threads to weave her patterns, so each small<br>
+piece of her fabric reveals the organization of the entire tapestry."<br>
+---Richard Feynman<br>
+Is there evil in the universe?<br>
+---Anonymous<br>
+<nowiki>***********************************************************************</nowiki><br>

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