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Kytan Duandir XO HRSS St. Jude<br> | Kytan Duandir XO HRSS St. Jude<br> | ||
mdawe@islandnet.com<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> | <h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">SB EPSILON: Bad Start to a First Day</h3> | ||
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-Commodore Robert Steele, Commanding TF ZINDERNEUF<br> | -Commodore Robert Steele, Commanding TF ZINDERNEUF<br> | ||
-Commander Horatio Sinclair, Fleet Intelligence, BLUE Fleet<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> | |||
10 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?] | |||
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"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> | |||
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