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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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Kristen & Scott Gant<br>
Kristen & Scott Gant<br>
http://homepage.interaccess.com/~sgant/gant.htm<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?]
<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>
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