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 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>
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 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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