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<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: | <h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Meleah's Input</h3> | ||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Melanie Pocknall 9-1-1997</h4> | |||
SD: 90901.0638<br> | |||
<I> | |||
>> He paused before continuing. "The gist of it is this. Even though we<br> | |||
>> 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<br> | |||
>> to 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<br> | |||
>> are successful then this time-line will end. We are going back in time <br> | |||
>> to stop them." He gestured to Cardiff. "Lieutenant." All eyes turned<br> | |||
>> to the older officer for the details.<br> | |||
</I> | |||
Meleah, if she was capable of it, would have been in shock at the | |||
suggestion of time travel. Sure it had been done before but at what cost | |||
to the actual time line? It was all very well to say that it was alright | |||
because the Feynman was going to stop some other race from disrupting the | |||
time line but what happened if they stuffed things up? Although it was a | |||
logical, if albeit unusual, course of action, Meleah couldn't help but feel | |||
that it wasn't quite right. But if they didn't go, what would happen to | |||
their time line??? | |||
<<SNIP>><br> | |||
<I> | |||
> Cardiff did not even look to see who had asked the question. "No.<br> | |||
>He made contact of his own initiative and recruited the race. He gave<br> | |||
>them ships and lifted them up to our tech level in a less than a year.<br> | |||
>He was revered on that planet. He cured seven major diseases,<br> | |||
>negotiated a world wide government, brought replicators down and pretty<br> | |||
>well broke every rule in the book in doing so. Or at least he shattered<br> | |||
>the biggest rule."<br> | |||
</I> | |||
That was unthinkable. An Admiral who would actually break the Prime | |||
Directive to satisfy his own ego, it appeared, and no-one did anything | |||
about it. Meleah's moral program couldn't comprehend why such a thing | |||
would have happened. | |||
<<SNIP>><br> | |||
<I> | |||
> He straightened up and looked the Captain in the eye. "I'm going<br> | |||
>back with you because I know the layout, who was where. I know the<br> | |||
>players and will know if something new has been added."<br> | |||
><br> | |||
> Zane kept eye contact and stated. "We _are_ talking 43 years ago."<br> | |||
><br> | |||
> "Sir, I have relived those events ever since. I'll know."<br> | |||
</I> | |||
"But you will not know everything," Meleah stated. "You will know about | |||
the general events and anything you were directly involved in." That was | |||
logical. Even Meleah, who had a perfect memory, would not have know | |||
everything about events that she was involved in. And then there was the | |||
question which many temporal physicists had been grappling with for many | |||
years. "What if that race was supposed to go back and attempt an | |||
assassination? If you assume that time is linear, then the event will have | |||
already occurred because it is illogical to assume that the same event can | |||
be repeated." | |||
"But if time isn't linear," one of the others spoke up, "and events can be | |||
repeated, then it's possible that they weren't there originally." | |||
"And if they were," someone else said, "then maybe we were part of those | |||
events too." | |||
"That is a possibility," Meleah conceded. "If that is the case, then | |||
history shows that we succeeded." | |||
"So if we don't go back, events might change." | |||
"Not necessarily. The assassination may have been stopped by others in | |||
that time period." | |||
<nowiki>-------</nowiki><br> | |||
NRPG:<br> | |||
The scientist's point of view <G>. Feel free to contradict Meleah <G>. | |||
Sincerely yours,<br> | |||
Lt Meleah<br> | |||
Chief Science Officer, RDMMS<br> | |||
USS FEYNMAN, Silver Fleet<br> | |||
Melanie<br> | |||
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Maril's Comments</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Max Felsher 9-3-1997</h4> | |||
SD: 90903<br> | |||
<I> | |||
> Maril paused. “And another thing: several of us would look rather<br> | |||
> strange in the mid-2360’s. The Federation didn’t break the language<br> | |||
> barrier with the Tamarians until the late 2360’s. The Captain would<br> | |||
> have a hard time explaining who he was. Lieutenant Meleah, while<br> | |||
> appearing human, would probably be shown to be an android to a scan.<br> | |||
> As the only known sentient android at the time was the then-Lieutenant-<br> | |||
> Commander Data, it would pose some serious problems.<br> | |||
</I> | |||
LT Jerran rubbed the ridges on his nose self consciously, "And as far as I | |||
know, there were no half Bajoran officers in Starfleet at the time, as | |||
Bajor itself was still under the iron fist of Cardassia. Those Bajora | |||
that were in Starfleet were considered outsiders by our people because | |||
the consensus was that they should be helping to wrest our planet free | |||
rather than exploring the galaxy with the Federation." | |||
Capt Zane nodded and said, "Good points from both of you. We'll | |||
definitely have to take that into consideration." | |||
Jerran nodded as the briefing continued. He was curious to hear how they | |||
planned on making the trip back in time. Back in the Academy, he had done | |||
a senior project involving recalculating the equations Captain Spock had | |||
invented for first the original Enterprise and then the commandeered | |||
Klingon Bird of Prey christened the HMS Bounty for use in time travel to | |||
the late 20th century. He had managed to fine tune some of the trickier | |||
variables, such as ship mass and how much time was to be traversed. His | |||
equations could theoretically send a ship back in time with a temporal | |||
accuracy of a couple of months. Of course, when trying to pinpoint a | |||
certain event in history, that required quite a bit more accuracy. | |||
Jerran smiled inwardly to himself as he remembered the Vulcan professor he | |||
had on his thesis committee was rather perturbed at the variable in the equation | |||
which expressly involved the user making a guess, as Captain Spock himself | |||
put it. He had even managed to program the Kobyashi Maru simulator to | |||
accept the equations. The simulation would probably have turned out fine | |||
if Jerran hadn't neglected to remove the three Klingon battlecruisers from | |||
the original simulation programming. The end result, to say the least, | |||
was one less star in the Klingon Neutral Zone. | |||
<nowiki>***************************************************************************</nowiki><br> | |||
* job...@chuma.cas.usf.edu * jba...@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: Question About Mental Stability</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Kristen Gant 9-4-1997</h4> | |||
Stardate: 90904.1145<br> | |||
Scene: Holodeck<br> | |||
Krysa was trying to pay attention to both the strangeness going on across | |||
the table from her with Lt. Landers and the CMO as well as the mission | |||
briefing. It wasn't easy. | |||
She knew something big was bothering the counselor .. something more then | |||
just the normal temporal jitters one got from thinking to much about | |||
possible anomalies associated with time travel. | |||
And Dr Mac .. she seemed more then concerned about the counselor as well. | |||
As Krysa watched her it seemed her concern had turned into some sort of | |||
mental link as her focus left the briefing. Krysa was sure she wasn't even | |||
aware of what was going on around her anymore. She wondered it she should | |||
bring the doctors condition to the others attention. However, this was a | |||
mission briefing and they needed to have their minds on what was going on. | |||
She murmured a quiet 'excuse me' as she stood pushing her chair away and | |||
made her way to the end of the table where Dr. Mac and Lt. Landers sat. She | |||
pulled up a chair next to the CMO as unobtrusively as possible. The last | |||
thing she wanted was to disturb the meeting. | |||
She gently grabbed the CMO's elbow to try and ground her to reality. She | |||
noticed that Loren was doing the same thing. | |||
Mary seemed to come out of whatever had grasped her, though her eyes darted | |||
around the table and her breath came in short quiet pants. | |||
"Are you all right, Doctor," Krysa whispered. | |||
Dr. Mac nodded slowly, not saying anything as she began to realize what was | |||
going on around her. She didn't want to make a scene in the middle of a | |||
briefing. | |||
Krysa noticed Zane's eyes on them and she smiled to let him know that | |||
things were okay. This was going to be an extremely sensitive mission. If | |||
the doctor and the counselor were having problems with it, they may have to | |||
be left behind. | |||
However, Krysa knew they were both professionals.. as well as trained | |||
Starfleet officers. She had full confidence in them .. Well at least in the | |||
counselor. The CMO was still to new for her to have a complete opinion of | |||
the woman, though she had proved herself more then competent. | |||
There was a bit of a lull in the conversation and Krysa saw that others | |||
were beginning to notice the CMO's slightly frazzled condition. She quickly | |||
stood pushing her second chair back in and spoke, drawing everyone's | |||
attention to her, "The doctor and I were discussing another question," she | |||
said as she made sure she had the eyes of their guests caught in her | |||
questioning gaze. | |||
She stopped behind her original seat, "Do we have any idea what they will | |||
do .. or have done.." The various discontinuities were giving her a | |||
headache, ".. to disrupt the trial? I mean I understand that the Admiral is | |||
ill. Why is it that he is ill and no one else that was there .. or is there | |||
someone else?" | |||
Regards,<br> | |||
Lt. Cmdr. Krysa Jenn<br> | |||
Ops/2O, USS FEYNMAN<br> | |||
<nowiki>***</nowiki><br> | |||
NRPG: David, I wasn't sure what you were planning with Mac, but I figured | |||
it probably wasn't a good thing to have her faint or scream or go into some | |||
psychotic coma just before a delicate mission like this :) Hope you don't | |||
mind Krysa's help. | |||
Should be interesting to see Mary and Loren work this out ..<br> | |||
Kristen<br> | |||
<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: Getting Underway</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by | <h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by | ||
Andrew Catterick 9-5-1997</h4> | |||
SD: 90905.1200<br> | |||
<I> | |||
>The silence from the CSO was broken, "Majors, recalling the mission of<br> | |||
>stardate 3134, the crew were lucky to be transported back just seconds<br> | |||
>after the left, subjective time, and not forced to live out their lives<br> | |||
>300 years out of time. I'm curious what assurances we have been given,<br> | |||
>if any. If we do in fact halt the tampering, what will become of us,<br> | |||
>Sirs?" J.C. felt all eyes on him, but had no real desire to serve the<br> | |||
>rest of his career in the old pioneer days of the 'fleet.<br> | |||
</I> | |||
Major Flint smiled. "Don’t worry son. Getting back is the least of our | |||
worries." | |||
"All the same major I would be curious to know just what the procedure | |||
is." Zane said. | |||
"The Guardian will be connected to all of us in the same way a | |||
transporter keeps a lock on an away team if need be. Once the Guardian | |||
notes that the timeline has been secured, that is to say our mission is | |||
complete we will automatically be drawn back to the present…our | |||
present." The last came out with a distracted tone as he watched the | |||
FEYNMAN’s operations officer rise from her seat and move around to | |||
choose another. He exchanged a glance with his partner who appeared not | |||
to notice. | |||
<I> | <I> | ||
> >" | >She stopped behind her original seat, "Do we have any idea what they will | ||
> >due to | >do .. or have done.." The various discontinuities were giving her a | ||
> >trusting | >headache, ".. to disrupt the trial? I mean I understand that the Admiral is | ||
> > | >ill. Why is it that he is ill and no one else that was there .. or is there | ||
>someone else?"<br> | |||
</I> | |||
"They must stop Lt Nicholas from testifying. He was the one to put a | |||
stop to the admiral. If he does not testify then the admiral will be | |||
acquitted and the timeline will change. As for stopping him it could be | |||
through assassination or something as simple as kidnapping." | |||
"And the illness?" | |||
"Until the mission is either a success or failure any who were involved | |||
will become ill as their grip on our timeline slowly slips." Before the | |||
obvious could be asked Flint answered it. "As Nicholas is the focal | |||
point he is more prone to the effect. We’ve had reports that others at | |||
the trial are feeling the effects. None, though to the extent of the | |||
admiral | |||
"And you Lt. Cardiff?" Zane asked wondering if the almost cadaverous | |||
look him was due to the present situation. | |||
"I am as of yet unaffected. But I’m sure you will understand the | |||
urgency involved." | |||
Zane nodded. "On that note if there is nothing else…." A quick look | |||
around the table showed nothing was to be added. "We’ll depart | |||
immediately. I’ll see you all on the bridge in 10 minutes. Commander | |||
Maril, if you’d get things rolling. Commander Jenn a word." | |||
As the rest filed out Zane and Jenn met over by the buffet table where | |||
they nibbled on the remains. As the arch disappeared Zane gave her a | |||
questioning look. Kyrsa shrugged. "I don’t know, I noticed the | |||
doctor’s state and moved to help her. Loren seemed to have his hands | |||
full." | |||
"State?" Zane asked concerned. | |||
"She seemed to be somewhere else. It didn’t appear to be a simple case | |||
of distraction or daydreaming something was having a profound affect on | |||
her." | |||
Zane sighed loudly a variety of thoughts running through his mind with | |||
concern being the strongest. Concern for the doctor and concern for the | |||
mission. This was the most delicate mission they had ever faced and he | |||
needed everyone at 100%. "Any evaluation?" | |||
"I don’t really know enough to say either way. But I think the | |||
counselor may be more helpful." | |||
Zane nodded clearly not happy with the situation. "You ever have one of | |||
those days?" | |||
<nowiki>---------------------------------</nowiki><br> | |||
Scene: Bridge<br> | |||
MD: 1.1600<br> | |||
As Zane slid into his chair Maril reported that all was ready for | |||
departure. "Thank-you Commander. Mr. Allard my compliments to the dock | |||
master and request departure clearance." | |||
"Departure clearance received sir." | |||
"Thank you lieutenant. Mr. Jerran take us out. | |||
<<<NRPG>>> | |||
An away we go….Mission clock is up and running. | |||
- | |||
- | |||
I imagine the Guardian is a way’s a way so lets say at warp 8 we’ll get | |||
their on MD:10…Jason sorry about the stress on the engines. Fate of the | |||
galaxy and all that;) | |||
Kevin: Zane will want a meeting with you over the CMO. What’s going | |||
on? Prognocis? Recommendation as to whether she should be on the | |||
mission or not etc. | |||
All: Please do me a big favour and go directly to your mailing list. If | |||
the NG is their pat yourself on the back. If not add it. If you have | |||
problems getting things to the NG tell me and I will forward it. | |||
Respectfully,<br> | |||
Andy<br> | |||
<nowiki>__________________________________________________</nowiki><br> | |||
-Captain Zane, Commanding, USS FEYNMAN<br> | |||
-Commodore Robert Steele, Commanding TF ZINDERNEUF<br> | |||
-Commander Horatio Sinclair, Currently Unassigned<br> | |||
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Temptation</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Kevin Thigpen 9-7-1997</h4> | |||
Stardate: 90907.0200<br> | |||
Scene: Captain's Ready Room<br> | |||
MD: 1.1800<br> | |||
"Come," stated Zane, still reclining in his chair staring out the single | |||
viewport in his ready room. | |||
The FEYNMAN's counselor strode into the room. "You wanted to see me | |||
Captain?" queried the young-faced counselor. | |||
Zane swiveled his chair to face the man, as thoughts ran through his mind, | |||
about how it seemed that officers coming out of the academy were getting | |||
younger every graduating class. Quickly he reminded himself that this | |||
particular young officer had been through a couple of missions now, and | |||
that young look he'd originally possessed as an ensign had seemed to fade. | |||
Strangely enough, Loren's face seemed even a lot less younger now, after | |||
the urgent mission to save the timeline had been revealed to them. | |||
Betazoid eyes never revealed anything about a betazoid's emotional state, | |||
and Zane was far from qualified to speculate. | |||
"Yes, counselor. Have a seat," offered Zane moving over to the | |||
replicator. "Can I get you anything?" | |||
"I'll have peach tea, warm....Thanks," stated Loren taking the proffered | |||
cup. | |||
"I need to know about Mary's condition, her mental state to be specific. | |||
At the meeting, she seemed visibly shaken about something, and Lt. Jenn | |||
did mention that she, herself was worried about Mary." | |||
Loren, sitting opposite Zane, shifted slightly. Zane narrowed his eyes. | |||
For half-a-second, Zane could have almost thought that the counselor was | |||
uncomfortable. | |||
"Sir," began Loren deciding to put all cards on the table. *Zane deserves | |||
that much.* "Mary isn't the problem, I am." | |||
Zane remained rock solid. "Elaborate counselor." | |||
"Mary's discomfiture at the briefing was partly her fault, yes, but mainly | |||
mine. As of late, we've become...close." The two officer's eyes met and | |||
immediate understanding was achieved on this subject without further | |||
words. | |||
"Is she Imzadi yet?" queried Zane. | |||
Loren looked a little surprised at Zane's knowledge of Betazoid culture, | |||
before remembering that Krysa was becoming rather important to the | |||
Captain. | |||
"No, sir. Close to that stage but not quite there yet. But there's is | |||
something more that I think you should know about. When, Mary reached out | |||
to me with her formidable telepathic abilities, I was somewhat absorbed in | |||
thoughts that might disqualify me from participating in the upcoming | |||
mission. They came as somewhat of a shock to her." | |||
Zane placed his cup on the desk, now intent on Loren's words. | |||
"As you know, I was orphaned at an early age by unexplained circumstances. | |||
I know nothing of my origins, much like yourself, but this time travel | |||
mission opens possibilities. Going back in time, there might be evidence | |||
of the ship on which I was found. I could stop the construction of the | |||
ship, or do something to prevent whatever happened to the PURUL from ever | |||
happening." | |||
Zane got up and walked over to his display stands, thinking about this | |||
officer who was contemplating the unthinkable. "We're going back a long | |||
time, over 40 years. Suppose you did find this ship. Could you live with | |||
the resulting altered timeline? Could you live with the fact, that you | |||
not only changed your life, but those of possibly every single being | |||
you've ever come into contact with?" | |||
Loren cast his eyes down. Looking Captain Zane in the eye was not | |||
possible for him, now. On the surface, he couldn't imagine himself being | |||
that important, but as every cadet knew, timeline changes affected | |||
everyone. "No, sir. I couldn't." | |||
Zane continued, moving back over to his viewport, with his back to Loren. | |||
"Temptation could be one of our greatest challenges during this mission. | |||
We have to overcome that obstacle and many more, remembering that there's | |||
more than our own existences at stake here. Now, Mr. Landers. Should I | |||
place you on a shuttle back to Zinderneuf, or are you capable of handling | |||
this mission?" | |||
"I am, sir," stated Loren with the clarity that comes about maybe twice in | |||
a lifetime. "The rest of the crew are as well, even though many still are | |||
unaware of the mission specifics." | |||
"Good, dismissed counselor," softly stated Zane, still staring into the | |||
streaking stars. | |||
Ever the counselor, Loren could feel the mental tremble come from Zane | |||
during the discussion of parentage. "Sir," said Loren, getting Zane to | |||
turn around. "Are you?" | |||
Respectfully submitted,<br> | |||
Kevin Thigpen<br> | |||
Lt(jg) Loren Landers<br> | |||
USS FEYNMAN CNS<br> | |||
[NRPG: Andy, feel free to have Zane respond or 'flesh' this post out. | |||
Consider the 'evil thoughts' banished from Loren's mind for the time being | |||
<EG>. As Zane's parentage is shrouded in mystery as well, I figured he'd | |||
be having certain thoughts of his own, not that he would act on them of | |||
course. I apologize if I'm way off with this one.] | |||
<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: Warm Fuzzies</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Kristen Gant 9-7-1997</h4> | |||
Stardate: 90907.1427<br> | |||
Scene: Holodeck<br> | |||
MD: after Briefing<br> | |||
<I> | |||
>Zane nodded clearly not happy with the situation. "You ever have one of those days?"<br> | |||
</I> | |||
Krysa smiled gently as her eyes filled with sympathy. She didn't need to | |||
say anything, she simply reached out and took one hand in her and held it | |||
tightly. Sometimes captain could be very alone in their jobs .. and in | |||
their duty. But this captain wasn't alone he had friends who loved and | |||
cared for him even through hard decisions. | |||
She knew it hadn't been easy for him to ask Bat to leave .. or to accept a | |||
mission such as this .. or to learn that even before heading out, there | |||
could already be problems within the senior staff. But despite this all, | |||
this was the FEYNMAN, and the ship and crew had never yet failed to do what | |||
they needed to in order to complete a mission. She doubted they would start | |||
now. | |||
Finally she spoke, "I think our 10 minutes are almost up." | |||
He let out a short, quiet chuckle, "Wouldn't be right to have the Captain | |||
be late, would it." | |||
She shook her head, "Nope. " She released his hand and motioned to the | |||
arch, with a gentle quirk to her lip, "After you, sir." | |||
<nowiki>***</nowiki><br> | |||
MD: 1.1530<br> | |||
It had taken several hours after the briefing, before the Feynman was ready | |||
to go. Engines were prepared, systems checked .. and all civilian's | |||
deboarded, and moved to temporary quarters on Zindernuef. | |||
Kyrsa had stopped by 10-Forward to see if she could catch a word with Bat | |||
before he left. But apparently the FEYNMAN's barkeep had left shortly after | |||
Zane had ordered him off the ship. Krysa frowned, hoping the two men would | |||
be able to work this out. Both of them meant a great deal to her and to | |||
each other .. they couldn't lose that because of Starfleet. | |||
Now as she threw a quick glance toward Zane as they waited for clearance to | |||
leave, she could see no signs of the strain he had shown her in the | |||
holodeck. Once again he was the professional, just doing his duty. Maril, | |||
sitting beside him, also had a determined look on his face .. actually as | |||
she scanned the bridge, everyone seemed focused on their duty. The FEYNMAN | |||
crew was ready .. as always. | |||
She could see that with her own eyes. As for those she couldn't see .. she | |||
could imagine Tarrant roaring at his staff as he mothered his engines to | |||
their topmost working condition .. and Loren and Mary .. She sighed, | |||
feeling a heavy weight surround her as she remembered the briefing. She | |||
quickly threw it off. No they would be fine. Mary was probably already | |||
trying to find a way to make a Tamarian look like something that would | |||
likely be found at their destination in the past. | |||
The thought of Maril as a human .. or Vulcan .. or something other then | |||
what he was lightened the weight she was feeling. She continued to ponder | |||
the possible appearances the XO might take on as she continued to wait. | |||
Regards,<br> | |||
Lt. Commander Krysa Jenn<br> | |||
OPS/2O, USS FEYNMAN<br> | |||
<nowiki>***</nowiki><br> | |||
NRPG .. I'm in a warm fuzzy mood, so this is kind of a warm fuzzy post :)<br> | |||
Kristen<br> | |||
<nowiki>*************************************************************</nowiki><br> | |||
.^. Kristen Gant<br> | |||
.-----' `-----. (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> | |||
Cdor. Ainese Kev, COMPA<br> | |||
Lt.(j.g.) Roana Shan, (unassigned))<br> | |||
http://homepage.interaccess.com/~sgant/Kris/kris.htm<br> | |||
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Arrivals & Departures</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Melanie Pocknall 9-8-1997</h4> | |||
SD: 90908.0548<br> | |||
Place: SF Academy, San Fransisco, Earth<br> | |||
Timeframe: Several days previous to the meeting on the FEYNMAN<br> | |||
The small class of 2409 - those who were graduating early - had just been | |||
out celebrating their graduation. They were only now, after only two hours | |||
of sleep, returning to the Academy to find out where they were to go. | |||
Ens Lianna West was back in a red cadet uniform, wondering whether her | |||
request to rejoin the Feynman would be granted. She had made many friends | |||
there, and really wanted to return. However, she would willingly go where | |||
Starfleet sent her. | |||
Her arrival at the Commandant's office was somber and she entered with some | |||
trepidation. "Ens Lianna West reporting, sir." | |||
The Commandant looked up at the young officer. Lianna had been one of the | |||
youngest officers in her class to graduate, however, she had put in some | |||
good performances during her time aboard ship. | |||
"Ens, you have been requested by the Chief Science Officer of the FEYNMAN, | |||
and the request is backed up by the First Officer. Therefore, I am | |||
recommending you be placed as a science officer aboard that ship, which is | |||
currently docked at SB Zinderneuf. You will travel immediately there in a | |||
D-warp shuttle. Good luck!" | |||
<nowiki>***************</nowiki><br> | |||
MD: day one, just after the meeting... | |||
"Noooooooooooo!!!!!!! I don't want to go," cried a youngster in transporter | |||
room 3. | |||
That set up a chorus of other young children saying the same thing, their | |||
parents as upset as they were. All except one. | |||
"Cadence, you must go," Meleah was saying to her young charge. | |||
Cadence, dressed in her miniature Starfleet uniform, was clinging | |||
desperately to Meleah, her arms around the android's neck. "I(hic).. don't | |||
(hic)... wanna (hic)... go," she sobbed, not releasing her grip for anything. | |||
Suddenly, Cadence's sobbing struck a chord in Meleah. She was reminded of | |||
the death of her human sister all nearly thirty years ago, sturck down by a | |||
deadly disease with no hope for survival. A wave of sadness swamped | |||
Meleah, and she struggled to cope with it. Such intense emotions were | |||
unusual for her, and she hoped that it didn't overload her positronic | |||
brain. "I don't want you to go either," she stated with a little bit of | |||
emotion in her voice, using a contraction for the first time. | |||
Cadence looked up at Meleah's use of emotion, not being used to hearing it. | |||
"Don't be sad," she said in her child-like way. "I'll be good." She | |||
loosed her grip on Meleah and leant backwards to get a better look at her | |||
guardian's face. Impulsively, she then leaned forward again and planted a | |||
kis on Meleah's cheek. | |||
This stunned Meleah, and again she struggled to control her emotions. "You | |||
make sure that you are good. And I'll be back soon for you, I promise." | |||
Hesitantly, she placed a kiss on Cadence's cheek and then lowered the | |||
youngster onto the transporter pad. When the other children were simlarly | |||
placed, she told the transporter chief to energize. When the last images | |||
of the children had faded away, Meleah slowly moved out of the room.<br> | |||
<nowiki> | |||
***********</nowiki><br> | |||
A little while later......<br> | |||
Science Lab 1<br> | |||
".... And we welcome Ens West back as a graduate of the Academy," Lt(jg) | |||
Kentin Greene stated. "She will be looking after our second physical | |||
science department from now on." | |||
Lianna smiled demurely at her colleagues. Instead of being the new kid on | |||
the block, she was now more senior than most of them, even though she was | |||
only 19. She was wondering about the upcoming mission. No-one, save | |||
Meleah, had any idea of what was to come, and the CSciO didn't look like | |||
she was going to tell anyone. Lianna presumed that since all non-essential | |||
personnel, including Bat, had left the ship, it wasn't going to be an | |||
entirely safe mission. | |||
<nowiki>**********</nowiki><br> | |||
MD: 1.1600<br> | |||
Bridge<br> | |||
Meleah say at her normal station, watching as the FEYNMAN left the base and | |||
headed towards the Guardian of Forever. But her thoughts were engaged more | |||
on the young child she was leaving behind for the second time in three | |||
missions. Cadence was growing up so fast but Meleah was missing a lot of | |||
it. As Jerran engaged the warp engines, Meleah felt a pang of regret, and | |||
that regret was etched onto her face. Loren accidently glanced that way at | |||
that time, and saw the emotion which he had come to realise wasn't entirely | |||
normal for the science officer, and decided that more attention may need to | |||
be paid to what Meleah was doing. | |||
<nowiki>--------</nowiki><br> | |||
NRPG:<br> | |||
More fluff :) I've decided that I need to develop Meleah a little more, so | |||
watch for an increase in emotional intensity from her during this mission. | |||
Sincerely yours,<br> | |||
Lt Meleah, CSciO, USS FEYNMAN, Silver Fleet<br> | |||
Ens Lianna West, SciO, USS FEYNMAN, Silver Fleet<br> | |||
Melanie.<br> | |||
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Hell Hath Not Fury Like...</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by David Williams 9-9-1997</h4> | |||
SD 90909.1957 CDT/ 0157 GMT (90910)<br> | |||
MD: 3.1400<br> | |||
Scene: Briefing Room 6<br> | |||
<I> | |||
>"While I'm no medical doctor, I do know that there are certain<br> | |||
>stimulants that can affect neural transmitters in biological lifeforms.<br> | |||
>Since the Feynman's circuitry works on some of the same principles, could<br> | |||
>we develop a stimulant of sorts that could increase the overall response<br> | |||
>time? Not something that would be in constant use, as I assume that<br> | |||
>would eventually lead to degradation, but would be implemented in red<br> | |||
>alert situations. An injectant into the gelpacks and critical lines when<br> | |||
>desired. " he paused a moment to let the idea sink in, "Your thoughts?"<br> | |||
</I><br> | |||
Mary took this as a time to speak up. She had felt uncomfortable the last | |||
few days, like everyone was watching her. She wondered just what Kryssa had | |||
told everyone. She had noticed that Koreth had looked at her strangely, but | |||
she put it aside to focus on the stimulant. Mac took a deep breath and | |||
picked up one of several bioneural gelpacks that Koreth had brought with | |||
him. | |||
"It's a good idea. Theoretically the gelpacks should respond to stimulants | |||
the same way human neural networks do. Our brains are hardwired to accept | |||
the affects of epinephrine and norepinephrine. But on the other hand, the | |||
gelpacks are cybernetic. I think I should be able to cook something up that | |||
should sufficiently stimulate the little buggers." Mary said with a | |||
delicious grin. Koreth looked a Mary with a strange look yet again. Mary's | |||
grin disappeared in an instant and she stared coldly at Koreth. | |||
"Commander, I'd like to talk to you privately for a moment." Mary said as | |||
she looked at Meleah. Meleah looked to Koreth. He nodded and Meleah left | |||
briskly. "Commander, permission to speak freely." Mary said, staring at | |||
Koreth unflinchingly. Koreth mulled it over for a moment and then agreed. | |||
"What the hell is going on around here? Is there something wrong with me, | |||
because you and the rest of this ship keep looking at me strangely. I am not | |||
some carnival side show attraction mister!." Mary was hot, her hands | |||
clenching and unclenching at a furious pace. | |||
<Jason?> | |||
<nowiki>-----------------------------------</nowiki><br> | |||
MD: 3.1430<br> | |||
Scene: Sickbay<br> | |||
Mary stormed into sickbay, stripping her lab coat off as she entered her | |||
office. Dana turned around from the office's microscope. Dana's smile | |||
soon turned to concern. "What's wrong Mary?" Dana asked, relinquishing | |||
Mary's chair. Mary sat down with a sigh. "Apparently my best efforts to | |||
keep Loren together at the meeting did not go unnoticed by the rest of the | |||
crew." Mary said as she accepted the juice that Dana had replicated for | |||
her. | |||
Dana frowned. "Have you spoken to Loren about the meeting yet?" Dana asked. | |||
"No, I think he has been avoiding me. I am going to track him down after | |||
my shift ends." Mary answered, trying not to let the disappointment show | |||
too much. | |||
"How did the meeting with Commander Tarrant go?" Dana asked, picking up her | |||
raktajino from the replicator and turning back to Mary The only answer that | |||
greeted Dana was the long, loud laugh that uttered from deep inside Mary.... | |||
<nowiki>--------------------------</nowiki><br> | |||
NRPG:<br> | |||
Jason: I feel confident that Mary will be able to work up that stimulant | |||
<G> Great idea! | |||
On a side note, it would seem yet another asr unit bites the dust due to | |||
apathy. Let DS12 live long in the memory of those that served her. You | |||
never forget your first engineering post. 8) | |||
Respectfully submitted,<br> | |||
Commander J'ran Belar<br> | |||
CO, DAHJUR BASE, Bajor, Meridian Fleet<br> | |||
MIS, USS REVELATION, Meridian Fleet<br> | |||
Lieutenant Ha'Tila Molari<br> | |||
Awaiting orders, SB GAMMA, Blue Fleet<br> | |||
Ensign Mary Dana Mac(krenseklar), M.D.<br> | |||
CMO, USS FEYNMAN, TF Zinderneuf, Silver Fleet<br> | |||
Lieutenant Junior Grade Henry Elias Jekyll, Ph.D.<br> | |||
CEO, USS ASCLEPIUS, TF Charlie, Red Fleet<br> | |||
David Williams<br> | |||
asr.mindless.com@ocean.st.usm.edu<br> | |||
drjekyll@softwareplus.net@softwareplus.net<br> | |||
Sallisaw, Oklahoma, USA | |||
"Man is not one, but two/He is evil and good!/And he walks the fine<br> | |||
line/That he'd cross, if he could/He's just waiting/To break through the<br> | |||
facade!..."<br> | |||
--Ensemble, "Facade" (Jekyll & Hyde)<br> | |||
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Preparations and Goodbyes</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by | |||
Andrew Catterick 9-10-1997</h4> | |||
SD:90910.1300<br> | |||
<I> | |||
>Zane continued, moving back over to his viewport, with his back to Loren.<br> | |||
>"Temptation could be one of our greatest challenges during this mission.<br> | |||
>We have to overcome that obstacle and many more, remembering that there's<br> | |||
>more than our own existences at stake here. Now, Mr. Landers. Should I<br> | |||
>place you on a shuttle back to Zinderneuf, or are you capable of handling<br> | |||
>this mission?"<br> | |||
><br> | |||
>"I am, sir," stated Loren with the clarity that comes about maybe twice in<br> | |||
>a lifetime. "The rest of the crew are as well, even though many still are<br> | |||
>unaware of the mission specifics."<br> | |||
><br> | |||
>"Good, dismissed counselor," softly stated Zane, still staring into the<br> | |||
>streaking stars.<br> | |||
><br> | |||
>Ever the counselor, Loren could feel the mental tremble come from Zane<br> | |||
>during the discussion of parentage. "Sir," said Loren, getting Zane to<br> | |||
>turn around. "Are you?"</I><br> | |||
Zane turned to look at Loren and raised an eyebrow while he considered | |||
how to answer. "Even I succumb now and then counselor but I am aware of | |||
the stakes involved and can avoid temptation." | |||
"There is temptation and then there is temptation." | |||
"If you are alluding to the fact that my surrogate father will be in his | |||
third year of the Academy while we are there…yes it has crossed my | |||
mind. I don’t think it would be possible for it not to have done so. | |||
But if your worried that I’m going to tell him that in twenty years | |||
he’ll take command of the REPULSE and twenty years after that it will be | |||
destroyed with all hands." He paused. "Rest assured, while I would like | |||
nothing more than to do so I have no desire to change the lives of | |||
billions to save the lives of a few hundred. No matter how important | |||
they are. And on a more practical level. Warning him may have | |||
ramifications on the REPULSE finding me. If they do not then we have | |||
paradox and that cannot happen either." He turned back to the stars. | |||
Forty years in the past. His ship would just be entering the | |||
Sagittarius arm of the galaxy after its long dark journey through the | |||
Great Rift that separated this arm of the galaxy to the next. "That | |||
will be all counselor." | |||
"Yes sir." Loren replied before the sounds of the doors marked his | |||
departure. | |||
For a few more moments Zane stared out at the retreating stars before | |||
pulling himself away from the descending mood of melancholy. It was | |||
time to get to work. "Coffee, black, hot." He ordered from the | |||
replicator before sitting at his desk and turning on his terminal. He | |||
glanced over his logs and notes that he had made after the briefing. | |||
The mission objective was clear enough but the ‘how to’ was still fairly | |||
vague. They would need a definite mission plan as well as a back up | |||
before they stepped foot through the Guardian or they were doomed to | |||
failure. He opened up his email. | |||
<nowiki>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>Intraship Communiqué<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<</nowiki><br> | |||
TO: CDR Maril, LCDR Jenn, LT Cardiff<br> | |||
FROM: CAPT ZANE<br> | |||
RE: Mission Planning<br> | |||
PRIORITY: High<br> | |||
There will be a mission planning meeting in the Observation<br> | |||
Lounge on MD 3:1200. I would like to begin mapping out<br> | |||
options and strategies for the protection of LT. Nicholas as<br> | |||
well as put into place any safeguards and failsafes as needed.<br> | |||
Come as you are.<br> | |||
Zane<br> | |||
<END><br> | |||
<nowiki>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>><<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<</nowiki><br> | |||
Hitting the send button he leaned back in his chair and began to | |||
consider the problem at hand. Who were they protecting Nicholas | |||
from? Obviously the attackers from the Sack but surely some of the | |||
admiral’s own staff would want Nicholas silenced. How where they to | |||
know who that might be? Cardiff might be able to name some, but all? | |||
And how did a group of sight-seeing ‘civilians’ block Starfleet | |||
personnel without drawing attention to themselves? Surely they couldn’t | |||
just wander around in the woods picking people off. | |||
His thoughts were interrupted by a call from the bridge. "Captain a | |||
priority call coming in from OZ." It was inevitable that the new base | |||
would be given the nickname of OZ but from what little he had seen of | |||
Commodore Steele he could guess that he would not be to pleased with it. | |||
"Put it through ensign." Encrypted? "Begin communication authorization | |||
Zane theta-omega-one-seven-five." Instantly the jumble of characters on | |||
the screen swirled to form the familiar United Federation of Planets | |||
logo before dissolving into the face of Robert Steele. Zane listened in | |||
shocked silence as the news was delivered bluntly in a terse tone. When | |||
it was over Zane had it run again and this time he examined the | |||
technical information that had been attached. He paused for a moment to | |||
collect his thoughts and send a silent prayer of condolence to all | |||
involved. He then reached out and hit his comm-panel. The bosun’s | |||
whistle rang out through every terminal on the ship. "Attention all | |||
hands this is the Captain. I regret to inform you that on Stardate | |||
90831 USS HAWKING was attacked and disabled by a Xanthandi mutagenic | |||
weapon. To prevent capture the HAWKING was scuttled after the crew | |||
escaped to a nearby planet. Following a brief skirmish with Xanthandi | |||
ground forces survivors were rescued by USS MANTA RAY, ZINDERNEUF’s | |||
special operations scout. Please join me in a minute of silence to | |||
honour our fallen comrades." Zane rose from his seat and closed his | |||
eyes. He wondered who had made it. He had friends on the HAWKING, | |||
friends he’d known since the Academy. This was the fourth ship in | |||
SILVER and was the third of the four FEYNMAN class destroyers to have | |||
fallen. Only the namesake survived and once again he wished Fleet would | |||
authorize an upgrade to a larger class vessel. Surely with the | |||
technology at hand they could design a cruiser that could withstand the | |||
turmoil of the Sack. If they didn’t then the Xanthandi would never be | |||
stopped. "Thank-you Zane out." | |||
Sitting back down he made the decision of not to dwell on what had | |||
happened. FEYNMAN had enough of her own problems to face. Instead he | |||
forwarded the commodore’s message to all the senior staff and flagged | |||
the technical information describing the mutagenic weapon for Koreth and | |||
Meleah. He wanted to make sure that when they met with the Xanthandi | |||
they would not be an easy target. | |||
Respectfully,<br> | |||
Andy<br> | |||
<nowiki>__________________________________________________</nowiki><br> | |||
-Captain Zane, Commanding, USS FEYNMAN<br> | |||
-Commodore Robert Steele, Commanding TF ZINDERNEUF<br> | |||
-Commander Horatio Sinclair, Currently Unassigned<br> | |||
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Some Thoughts are a Terrible Thing</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Kevin Thigpen 9-10-1997</h4> | |||
Stardate: 90910.1309<br> | |||
Scene: 10-Forward<br> | |||
MD: 3.0800<br> | |||
"Tell, PO Dobbs that I can reschedule her for 1100 tomorrow. Oh, wait | |||
a sec. Make it 0100. Greiger is at 1100," stated Loren. | |||
"Okay, Dobbs at 0100. Anything else?" | |||
Loren leaned back in his chair, putting his hands behind his head and | |||
taking a deep intake of air. "Not that I can think of. Have I forgotten | |||
anything?" | |||
"Come to depend on me that much, huh?" jokingly spoke Amber. | |||
Loren took a long look at his ACNS. Ever since coming aboard the | |||
red-headed demure looking, soft-spoken ACNS had been a definite find. Her | |||
organizational skills were beyond comparison, not that Loren kept poor | |||
files, but every semblance or order helped when one person was charged | |||
with the psychological health of over two hundred persons. | |||
"Well, yea. But I still wish you'd put ashore to use up some of that | |||
vacation you've earned." | |||
"Still talking about me using up my shore leave. What's with that? Is | |||
this mission going to be dangerous? No. Wait. Need to know basis." | |||
"That's right," stated Loren with a pained look on his face. "I can't say | |||
anymore than that Amber. Sorry." | |||
Amber silently shook her head. "You officer types are all the same. So | |||
secretive. I'd rather stay an enlisted," she added smiling. "Go get some | |||
rest counselor. Something's been on your mind for the longest, and I | |||
think you should do something to change that." | |||
"Doling out orders now?" quipped a surprised Loren. | |||
"You bet," Amber retorted before heading out the door. | |||
There was something that Loren did need to take care of though, and right | |||
now, the time was as good as any. | |||
[SNIP] | |||
Mary walked quickly down the hall headed for ten-forward. Loren had been | |||
avoiding her for the past day, after the meeting. Now he'd sent a cryptic | |||
message saying he needed to see her. | |||
Thinking about the meeting sent a slight shiver down her back. She'd seen | |||
things so horrible in design as to be nearly unspeakable, but somehow | |||
sharing those thoughts that Loren had at the meeting disturbed her at the | |||
core. To think that one knew someone, and then to experience thoughts | |||
that contradict those assumptions. | |||
Even so, Mary knew they were only thoughts, more like afterthoughts as she | |||
felt them in Loren's mind. Deep down, Mary also felt the sense of | |||
strength that came as she touched his mind, bolstering both him and her. | |||
It felt almost renewing. | |||
Still though, there was the issue of Loren dealing with his own thoughts, | |||
thoughts which contradicted his very soul. Mary knew this, but she could | |||
sense that Loren did not, at least not yet. | |||
Stepping up to the doors to ten-forward, she almost bumped her nose. The | |||
doors didn't budge until she heard a muffled voice from inside. | |||
"Sorry about that." | |||
And then the doors parted to reveal a completely empty room except for one | |||
person. Stepping through the doors, they sealed shut behind her. | |||
"I talked to Bat just before he left, and he told me to keep an eye on the | |||
place. Most of the crew has been busy keeping the ship running at warp | |||
eight, so the place is deserted until about 1700 hours or so," stated | |||
Loren. "When they do trickle in, it's all self-service." | |||
"I hope you haven't eaten breakfast, yet. I took the liberty," began | |||
Loren gesturing to the table over by the most frequented viewport on the | |||
ship. Beyond the protective glass, the stars streaked by, light trails | |||
casting their light on the dishes of food covering the table. | |||
Quietly Mary took her seat, looking intently at Loren. Silence was the | |||
only thing that filled the room as the two sat. Nearly a minute passed | |||
before Loren gave in. | |||
"Some thoughts are a terrible thing, huh?" stated Loren. | |||
"That's not the issue and you know it," retorted Mary. | |||
"Hmph. I'm a counselor. I know what the issue is. I have trouble | |||
trusting others intimately. You took that step towards trusting someone, | |||
namely me. I more or less swatted you away at the first sign of trouble | |||
on my part." | |||
"That why you've been avoiding me?" | |||
"More or less..." answered Loren. | |||
Mary glared at him. | |||
"Well, more than less," he finally admitted. "I tried to assume that I | |||
knew what was best for you, by excluding you from my little problems. I | |||
was very wrong," he added twisting a fork over and over in his hand. | |||
"Mary, what I'm trying to say is that I care for you, and know what you've | |||
been through in your past. I've seen it. I would hate to drag you down a | |||
similar path with me." | |||
"Sounds like that's my decision to make," Mary stated. | |||
Loren took his eyes off the fork. Looking up he smiled slightly, the | |||
first time in the past day or so. "You're right." All the while, he | |||
could sense what that decision was, and it brought a little more warmth | |||
into his darkening soul. | |||
Respectfullys submitted,<br> | |||
Kevin Thigpen<br> | |||
Lt(jg) Loren Landers<br> | |||
USS FEYNMAN CNS<br> | |||
[NRPG: Just a little something from my end, David. Flesh it out as much | |||
as you want. ] | |||
<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> | |||
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Killin' Time</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Joseph Baker 9-11-1997</h4> | |||
SD: 90911.1431<br> | |||
MD: 1.1800<br> | |||
Scene: Astrophysics Lab<br> | |||
"Hi, Dav," Jerran said with a smile as he walked into the astrophysics | |||
lab. "You're working pretty late tonight." | |||
ENS Jevadi smiled at the pilot and stood up from the computer terminal he | |||
was working at. "I was just trying to finish up some cataloging of some | |||
of the gravitational anomalies within the 'Sack. You seem to be here | |||
kinda late yourself. Didn't you get off at 1600?" | |||
Terri nodded slightly, "You know how it is on the first day of a mission. | |||
I had to make sure the ship was going in the right direction before I | |||
handed the helm over to Keller." | |||
Davon smiled and moved closer to the FCO. "You just don't want anyone | |||
else flying your ship." | |||
Jerran raised an eyebrow slightly and smiled, "That's not true at all. I | |||
have the utmost confidence in my crew. Besides, everyone on this ship has | |||
had basic training in helm operations, and that along with the automation | |||
in place should make it so even CMDR Jenn should be able to fly her | |||
without a hitch." | |||
Davon laughed and said, "So, what brings you to this area of the ship, | |||
anyway?" | |||
"I wanted to see if you could help me devise a way of nullifying temporal | |||
distortions." | |||
Davon raised an eyebrow as he said, "Temporal distortions? Theoretically, | |||
an inverted subspace field should be able to do it, but I don't see why | |||
you'd need it. Is it something for the next mission?" | |||
"I can't really go too much into it. I can just say we're going to a | |||
place where there are temporal distortions, and I wanted to neutralize them | |||
so as to prevent any damage to the ship." | |||
"OK, well I'll get on some models of modification to the warp fields," | |||
the science officer said, perplexed, but confident in the pilot's ideas. | |||
"You can worry about that tomorrow, though. We're almost late for some | |||
holodeck time." | |||
"Ah, what is it this time? The Battle of Britain? Pirates at the Denorias | |||
Belt? Battle of Tenab?" | |||
"No, I thought we'd go with a walk on the beach," Jerran said with a | |||
smile as they walked out of the lab. | |||
<nowiki>*********************************************************************</nowiki><br> | |||
<NRPG> | |||
I didn't have Jerran tell Jevadi too much about the mission as I assumed | |||
the info on this would be on a need to know basis, and whoever's not going | |||
back in time wouldn't really need to know, I assume. As for the temporal | |||
distortions, I remembered how the original Enterprise was knocked around | |||
while it was in orbit of the Guardian's planet. And inverted warp field | |||
sounds like a perfectly good hoakey answer to me :) | |||
<nowiki>***************************************************************************</nowiki><br> | |||
* job...@chuma.cas.usf.edu * jba...@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: In the Soft Grass</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Kristen Gant 9-12-1997</h4> | |||
Stardate: 90912.2035<br> | |||
Scene: Arboretum<br> | |||
MD: 2.2300<br> | |||
Krysa sat at a small table, picking at the plate in front of her. She'd | |||
programed the replicator herself.. but it just wasn't what she wanted. She | |||
also had to admit that it simply wasn't very good in any case. She frowned | |||
and moved to rest her head on her fist, as she stared over at the babbling | |||
brook running through the Arboretum. Actually it was just an aesthetically | |||
pleasing irrigation system .. but babbling brook had a much nicer sound. | |||
She couldn't bring herself to go to 10-Forward for dinner. It would only | |||
have served to make her hungrier and make her current meal less satisfying. | |||
She sighed and took a bite of the less then adequate food in front of her. | |||
She had to eat something .. | |||
Her eyes lit up as the tall, grey-skinned Captain rounded the corner, | |||
making his way over to her. "What are you having?" he asked eyeing her | |||
plate. | |||
She grimaced, "Don't ask." Then she smiled at him, "Taking a break?" | |||
He nodded and moved to sit down next to her, "Trying to come up with ideas .." | |||
She agreed. She'd been racking her brain as well. Then thinking maybe she | |||
could think better on a full stomach she'd made her way here to have a | |||
quiet picnic .. only to be halted in her tracks by the monstrosity on the | |||
plate in front of her. She knew she should have stuck with the turkey | |||
sandwich. "So you thought coming here would give you ideas?" | |||
He grinned, "No. I just asked the computer where you were?" | |||
"Ahh, so you thought maybe *I* would give you ideas," She leaned a bit | |||
closer, her eyes twinkling with mischief. ".. or maybe a much needed | |||
distraction?" | |||
He smiled, "Either would be appreciated." | |||
"Well, since our meeting isn't until tomorrow, I think a distraction is in | |||
order. I definitely need one .. just from this," she pushed the plate away | |||
and stood. | |||
"Your not going to finish it?" | |||
"Nope, I want to go sit in the grass with you." | |||
"You want to sit on Mr. Var's grass?" he said with a stern glance. It was a | |||
well known fact that SCPO Talon Var was very protective of his Arboretum. | |||
She nodded, "Yes I do. Don't worry, Talon and I are friends .. and surely | |||
he wouldn't think of yelling at the Captain. And you need some relaxation | |||
.. before we actually get where we're going." | |||
She took his hand and pulled him onto the soft grass. She settled herself | |||
down and motioned him to sit next to her, giving him a reassuring smile. | |||
Finally he sat and she leaned against him, resting her head on his shoulder | |||
and closing her eyes, "Now just relax and listen to the babbling of the | |||
brook .." | |||
Scene: Observation Lounge<br> | |||
MD: 3: 1200<br> | |||
"I think we need to split up into teams, so that we can keep a trail on the | |||
Admiral at all times." Krysa said, "If we keep in constant communication, | |||
hopefully we can keep an eye on him .. at least knowing where he is at all | |||
times. We just need to hope we blend in well, and go unnoticed by others." | |||
Maril nodded, "I've been giving some thought to the teams myself." He | |||
looked over at Zane, "I don't think Lt. Allard will let you go without him." | |||
Zane nodded, the last thing he wanted was Allard quoting regulations at him | |||
again. "It might not be a bad idea to split up the Doctor and the Counselor | |||
as well." | |||
Krysa nodded, "Beside with this link they seem to have, they maybe able to | |||
help keep track of the other." | |||
"Though I don't think we can rely on that." Zane pointed out. | |||
"Yes, we have to find a way to communicate between the groups that can not | |||
be monitored." Maril agreed. | |||
The Captain turned to his second officer, "Commander I'd like you to put | |||
Dr. Mac and Lt. Jerran with you. Along with one of our temporal advisors." | |||
She nodded and he turned to the XO, I'll take Lt. Landers and Lt. Cardiff," | |||
the older man across the table nodded briefly, ".. leaving you with | |||
Commander Koreth and Lt. Meleah." | |||
"And the other temporal watchdog?" Maril added and Zane nodded. "What about | |||
covers?" | |||
"It's a mountain lodge," Cardiff said, "So there will be lots of tourists." | |||
"I could easily see my group passing as a group of vacationing human | |||
tourists .. once we cover Mary's green skin and Teri's ears .." | |||
".. and nose." Maril added, "All of which Dr. Mac's cosmetic surgery can | |||
take care of." | |||
Krysa nodded at the XO, "How about your group, commander?" | |||
"Intellectuals .. celebrating the recent publication of a long time | |||
research paper?" | |||
She grinned, "Now I know Klingons like to celebrate.. but will you get any | |||
work done between mugs of Blood wine?" | |||
>" | "Have no fear, Commander," said Maril before turning to the Captain, "What | ||
> | about you, sir?" | ||
> " | |||
> | Regards,<br> | ||
Lt.Commander Krysa Jenn<br> | |||
OPS/2O, USS FEYNMAN<br> | |||
<nowiki>***</nowiki><br> | |||
NRPG: Well, here's my suggestions, feel free to change anything :) But be<br> | |||
kind, it's my birthday! :)<br> | |||
I got a brand new Washing Machine .. hmmm, I'm afeared I'm becomin' to | |||
domestic.... | |||
BTW Andy, no need to forward this to the ng. I have to read it anyway so I | |||
post it directly there :) | |||
Kristen | |||
<nowiki>*************************************************************</nowiki><br> | |||
.^. Kristen Gant<br> | |||
.-----' `-----. (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> | |||
Cdor. Ainese Kev, COMPA<br> | |||
Lt.(j.g.) Roana Shan, (unassigned))<br> | |||
http://homepage.interaccess.com/~sgant/Kris/kris.htm<br> | |||
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Making Contact</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Kevin Thigpen 9-14-1997</h4> | |||
Stardate: 90914.1735<br> | |||
Scene: Bridge---->Observation Lounge<br> | |||
MD: 9.0900<br> | |||
Loren strode onto the bridge as soon as the lift doors parted. Visually | |||
the bridge appeared the same as always, but underlying the sense of duty | |||
was an air of intense cautiousness, and worry. | |||
"Lt. Jerran, bring us out of warp and at station keeping just outside the | |||
system," ordered Zane from the command chair flanked by Cardiff, Flint, | |||
Stone, and Maril. Loren move over near tactical from where he could get a | |||
good view of the main viewscreen and system M5578-B. | |||
A flash of light strobed across the viewscreen as it focused on the system | |||
and the first step of the mission, the fourth planet in the eight planet | |||
system. "Shields are holding, sir," reported Krysa from Ops. | |||
Even at a distance, this particular pulsar was emitting gamma radiation on | |||
a magnitude matched by few catalogued pulsars. The fact that the system | |||
possessed no precious minerals or life, added to the fact that a few hours | |||
direct exposure could render a top of the line starship shielding system | |||
useless, ensured that the Guardian's resting place remained known only to | |||
top officials in the Starfleet Temporal Division. | |||
Loren was so intently focused on the fourth planet, and the presence that | |||
rested there, that he almost didn't hear Zane call for a senior staff | |||
meeting in the observation lounge. | |||
"You going to stand there all day," stated J.C. to the wide-eyed Loren. | |||
Blinking at first slowly, Loren withdrew from the presence on the planet | |||
to look at the CSO. | |||
"Whaat...Oh, no, no. Just thinking," replied Loren turning to head for | |||
the observation lounge. | |||
[SNIP] | |||
"The pulsar is a fast rotator as far as pulsars go, but the FEYNMAN can't | |||
afford to be directly exposed to it long even with her shields," stated | |||
Flint as he pointed to the sectional slice of M5578-B. | |||
Continuing with their disturbing habit, Stone picked up as soon as Flint's | |||
sentence trailed off. "Therefore, the FEYNMAN will come in behind the | |||
fourth planet, and take up station keeping on it's farthest side from the | |||
pulsar. We will then put an away team on the planet, who will make | |||
contact with the Guardian, and proceed with the mission from there." | |||
The senior staff had already gone over the mission specific details days | |||
ago, but Flint and Stone had argued that another would be necessary to | |||
finalize mission details. | |||
Both men paused to accept questions from the staff. | |||
[NRPG: Questions?] | |||
Respectfully submitted,<br> | |||
Kevin Thigpen<br> | |||
Lt.(jg) Loren Landers<br> | |||
USS FEYNMAN CNS<br> | |||
[NRPG: Just a vague little something to put us in the system with the | |||
Guardian. I added the pulsar bit just to make things interesting <VBG>.] | |||
<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: Catching Up</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by | |||
Andrew Catterick 9-14-1997</h4> | |||
SD:90914.1800<br> | |||
Scene: Observation Lounge<br> | |||
MD: 3: 1200<br> | |||
<I> | |||
> "It's a mountain lodge," Cardiff said, "So there will be lots of<br> | |||
> tourists."<br> | |||
><br> | |||
> "I could easily see my group passing as a group of vacationing human<br> | |||
> tourists .. once we cover Mary's green skin and Teri's ears .."<br> | |||
><br> | |||
> ".. and nose." Maril added, "All of which Dr. Mac's cosmetic surgery<br> | |||
> can take care of."<br> | |||
><br> | |||
> Krysa nodded at the XO, "How about your group, commander?"<br> | |||
><br> | |||
> "Intellectuals .. celebrating the recent publication of a long time<br> | |||
> research paper?"<br> | |||
><br> | |||
> She grinned, "Now I know Klingons like to celebrate.. but will you get<br> | |||
> any work done between mugs of Blood wine?"<br> | |||
><br> | |||
> "Have no fear, Commander," said Maril before turning to the Captain,<br> | |||
> "What about you, sir?"<br> | |||
</I> | </I> | ||
"Apparently Flint and Stone will be able to make contact with the | |||
Temporal Division of the past. They have assured me that they will be | |||
able to get a few of us onto the staff at the lodge so I guess my team | |||
will don their waiter outfits." Zane said with a smile. "You would be | |||
an excellent private butler Mr. Cardiff." Cardiff did not seem amused. | |||
"Well now that we have our covers all we need to know now is what to | |||
do. "Krysa said ruefully. "How do we know who to watch? A seemingly | |||
innocent action could be the end of everything and something that might | |||
be construed as suspicious could in fact be completely innocent." | |||
"And if we move to early we could blow our cover." Maril finished. | |||
Zane gestured to Cardiff who held up a small wristband that looked like | |||
a watch. "Each team leader will where one of these. It has the ability | |||
to identify the beginning of a ripple into the timeline…an attack on Lt. | |||
Nicholas or some other action that will postpone or bar his testimony. | |||
There will be seven ‘ripples’ that have the potential to disrupt the | |||
timeline. Just before they occur the ‘watch’ will warn the closest | |||
team. They must then foil the attempt. If they do not the mission has | |||
failed." | |||
"And if we stop all seven attempts there will be no more?" | |||
"Not at this time, however that does not rule out further attempts." | |||
Zane held up his hand. "Let’s keep to one mission to save the galaxy | |||
at a time please." | |||
"What do we tell the crew?" Maril asked. | |||
"Nothing." Zane replied clearly not liking the answer. "Thats a direct | |||
order from up high. Apparently the Temporal Division has quite a deal | |||
of subterfuge in the system, enough that no one would really care do any | |||
major exploration. We will arrive in orbit of the planet, the twelve of | |||
us will beam down and we should be back within 30 minutes. If we are | |||
not…well it won’t matter anymore. While we’re gone the ship is not to | |||
do any scans of any nature. Flint assures me that scans would not find | |||
anything but there is no point in leaving anything to chance." | |||
"It will seem strange that we all beam down with out explanation." | |||
Krysa said. | |||
Zane nodded. "Agreed. And there will be talk. But it will just be | |||
talk. Very few know about the Guardians and its a General Order that | |||
those that do can not talk about it so the secret should remain safe." | |||
"With all of us the planet who will be leave in command?" Maril asked. | |||
"Lt. Garret." Zane replied. The BETA-OPS was the best choice. Besides | |||
the senior staff she was the most experienced bridge officer on the | |||
ship. Zane felt completely confident in her abilities. She was a | |||
excellent officer and he had no doubt she’d make an excellent captain | |||
one day. If she let it happen at least. She’d already turned down two | |||
promotions to other ships as an OPS/20. | |||
" | "Any other questions? Good. We’ll have a full meeting once we reach | ||
the system." | |||
Scene: Observation Lounge<br> | |||
MD: 9.0900<br> | |||
<I> | <I> | ||
> " | > "The pulsar is a fast rotator as far as pulsars go, but the FEYNMAN<br> | ||
> | > can't afford to be directly exposed to it long even with her shields,"<br> | ||
> stated Flint as he pointed to the sectional slice of M5578-B.<br> | |||
><br> | ><br> | ||
> " | > Continuing with their disturbing habit, Stone picked up as soon as<br> | ||
> Flint's sentence trailed off. "Therefore, the FEYNMAN will come in behind the<br> | |||
> fourth planet, and take up station keeping on it's farthest side from<br> | |||
> the pulsar. We will then put an away team on the planet, who will make<br> | |||
> contact with the Guardian, and proceed with the mission from there."<br> | |||
><br> | ><br> | ||
> | > The senior staff had already gone over the mission specific details<br> | ||
> | > days ago, but Flint and Stone had argued that another would be necessary to<br> | ||
> | > finalize mission details.<br> | ||
> | ><br> | ||
> | > Both men paused to accept questions from the staff.<br> | ||
</I> | </I> | ||
After a brief pause one of the officers asked the most basic of | |||
questions. "Now what?" | |||
Zane spoke before Flint or Stone could. Quickly he went over the | |||
particulars of the plan, the distribution of teams, the temporal wrist | |||
bands that he, Maril and Jenn would be wearing and of course the seven | |||
time waves they would have to counteract. He ended with a nod to Lt. | |||
Garret. "Lt. Garret will be in command while we are gone. From here we | |||
will head to sickbay to get into character while Garret puts the ship in | |||
orbit. Once there she will operate the transporter and beam us down to | |||
the sight. No one outside this room will have any idea what is down | |||
there and what we will be doing. And I’m sure I don’t need to remind | |||
any of you that breaking the silence is in violation of Starfleet | |||
General Orders. Very well then if you all head down to sickbay I’ll | |||
join you presently. Lt. Garret if you’ll join me on the bridge." | |||
Scene: Bridge. | |||
"Helm, put us into orbit around the fourth planet and keep it between us | |||
the pulsar." | |||
"Aye sir." | |||
Once there Zane wasted little time. "Lt Garret you have the bridge and | |||
you have your orders." | |||
"Aye sir." | |||
<<<NRPG>>><br> | |||
Ok, I’ll post us on the planet tomorrow. | |||
Team One: Zane, Cardiff, Allard, Loren…will pose as staff of the lodge.<br> | |||
Team Two: Maril, Koreth, Jerran, Stone…a group of intellectuals on | |||
conference<br> | |||
Team Three: Jenn, Meleah, Mac, Flint…a bunch of tourists.<br> | |||
Respectfully,<br> | |||
Andy<br> | |||
<nowiki>__________________________________________________</nowiki><br> | |||
-Captain Zane, Commanding, USS FEYNMAN<br> | |||
-Commodore Robert Steele, Commanding TF ZINDERNEUF<br> | |||
-Commander Horatio Sinclair, Currently Unassigned<br> | |||
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Turbulant Tides</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by | |||
Michael "Mike" Dailey 9-15-1997</h4> | |||
SD: 90915.2045 [90916.0045 GMT]<br> | |||
SCENE: Security Control, Deck 15<br> | |||
MD: 0.1700 (Following briefing)<br> | |||
Though off duty, Rory needed to finish a few loose ends before things | |||
became even more hectic aboard the FEYNMAN. The unofficial axiom in the | |||
'fleet was that nothing travelled faster that warp 10, except news. The | |||
hush over the forthcoming mission served only to fuel the proverbial rumor | |||
mill. Rory had heard quite a few interesting ones, from a reconnaissance | |||
mission into Xanthandi space to a confirmed SILVER offensive against the | |||
Husnock, from the Ship's Barber none the less. *Amazing what people can | |||
conjure up,* he thought. | |||
Security doors parted, and Rory strode in, heading towards his office. | |||
"Good afternoon, Ens. Heywood." came Micah Hicks, manning the Watch | |||
Officer's post. Rory wheeled around at the unexpected voice. | |||
"Mr. Hicks?, what happened to Jerry?" asked the ACSO. Micah looked | |||
quite comfortable, in excellent spirits sporting his new pair of | |||
solid silver pips, promoted to PO/2 just yesterday. | |||
to | |||
"Mr. Jonas reported to the OOD, requested to be on sick leave," said Micah. | |||
"I checked with Mr. T'boc and volunteered for a double shift." Rory smiled, | |||
thinking perhaps a bit of vanity had encroached itself on Micah. He wondered | |||
what was wrong with Mr. Jonas, but would check the logs later. | |||
" | "Very well, Mr. Hicks." Rory turned to leave, but stopped himself. "Speaking | ||
of our Mr. T'boc, have you seen him recently?" | |||
" | "Not for a few hours, Sir." replied Micah. "I believe he's taken a patrol | ||
watch this shift." The senior NCO of security rarely took a patrol watch, | |||
but Rory had quickly learned to never underestimate the Vulcan SCPO. | |||
" | "My compliments to Mr. T'boc, and would he join me in my office when his | ||
rounds permit." | |||
" | "I'll inform him at once, Sir." said Micah. Rory nodded, and made way | ||
to the office. Across from his own, Lt. Allard's desk was empty, the top | |||
ready for an inspection as usual, home to nothing but the console and a PADD. | |||
Rory admired his immediate CO, a stickler for neatness, an area Rory was | |||
quite lacking. Sliding into his own chair, Rory didn't envy Mr. Allard | |||
today. When Rory had fled from the briefing earlier, the looks he saw told | |||
him he would not want to trade places with the CSO. Being on the receiving | |||
end of one of the Captain's tyrannical bouts was bad enough, but to have | |||
both the Captain AND the XO breathing down your neck was a nightmare many | |||
times over. Rory had heard the stories of how seasoned officers were full | |||
of quirks, and guessed he had landed with the champion of them all. | |||
Hitting the console, he opened his notes, reviewing what remained. Armory | |||
inventory completed...check. T'boc progressing on the sidearm upgrades...check. | |||
Schedule of surprise drills for the next two days, check.... | |||
" | "Computer, access mail server. Display any new messages." said Rory. His notes | ||
disappeared, replaced by the mail subsystem. Three new messages, two were | |||
the past shift logs for his review. He keyed the third, and grimaced. An | |||
order from the Counsellor for a review of his Psych file. *I HATE doctors, | |||
and Counsellors even more!*, thought Rory. A smile came across his face as, | |||
thoughts drifting to the encounter with the ACNS, Amber. Perhaps he should | |||
send her a dinner invitation?, but dismissed the idea. Spontaneity more | |||
becoming of his style. Perhaps he would get a chance to see her at his review. | |||
[SNIP] MD: 1.1635 BRIDGE | |||
With the FEYNMAN's civilian compliment gone, a certain emptiness had | |||
crept over the ship. J.C. noticed it in everyone's mood, especially of | |||
those whom had left close ones behind on Zinderneuf. Checking his | |||
console, the diagnostic was just finishing on the aft sensors. Everything | |||
checked out perfect, the same as the last two times he had run the | |||
subroutine. J.C. ordered a few unscheduled drills for his department, | |||
partially to keep their skills sharp, but also to alleviate the | |||
tedium while in transit. | |||
The Department briefing had been quite short, as there was very little | |||
J.C. could relay to his squad leaders and ACSO. No transfers had | |||
occurred, and if not for the two promotions of Mr. Hicks and Mr. Okano, | |||
the entire meeting would have been unnecessary. A glance at the | |||
chronometer showed it just now clicking to 1640.<br> | |||
<I> | <I> | ||
> | > “Alright, Alpha shift, let’s go. Beta shift, you’re on. Commander<br> | ||
> | > Jenn, you have the Bridge.”<br> | ||
> | ><br> | ||
> | > Most of the senior officers, including Maril started to walk towards<br> | ||
> | ><br> | ||
> | > the turbolifts. However, before Allard could step into one, Maril<br> | ||
> | > stopped him, tapping him on his shoulder. “Mr. Allard, I’d like you to<br> | ||
> report to my office at 2000 hours. I have something to discuss with you.”<br> | |||
</I> | </I> | ||
<nowiki>*Oh great, more rhetoric from the assistant-tyrant*</nowiki> thought J.C. Over the past | |||
year, Cdr. Maril and himself had not seen eye to eye on every issue, J.C. held | |||
a certain respect for the Tamarian XO. J.C. was quite sure the Commander was | |||
far more wiser and possibly dangerous than one would initially suspect. | |||
"Orders received and understood, Sir." came J.C. reply, a bit dry in tone, but | |||
by the book at least. For now, however, 10 Forward was his calling of the moment. | |||
[SNIP] 10 Forward | |||
J.C. stared at the bottom of his empty glass, contemplating another Tirellian | |||
Water. He fought the urge for something a bit more potent, but wanted to | |||
remain 100% when he met with Maril. He motioned for a server, as the | |||
ship's caller sounded.<br> | |||
<I> | <I> | ||
> | > [Attention all hands this is the Captain. I regret to inform you<br> | ||
> that on Stardate 90831 USS HAWKING was attacked and disabled by a<br> | |||
> | > Xanthandi mutagenic weapon. To prevent capture the HAWKING was<br> | ||
> scuttled after the crew escaped to a nearby planet. Following a<br> | |||
> | > brief skirmish with Xanthandi ground forces survivors were rescued by<br> | ||
> | > USS MANTA RAY, ZINDERNEUF’s special operations scout. Please join me<br> | ||
> | > in a minute of silence to honour our fallen comrades.]<br> | ||
> | |||
> | |||
</I> | </I> | ||
He had not known anyone of the HAWKING personally, but the loss of 'fleet | |||
comrades was still a shock. For SILVER to loose yet another ship of the | |||
line was quite a blow. First the ELIZABETH BLACKWELL, and now the HAWKING. | |||
Even GREEN fleet casualties were not as high, such an irony considering | |||
SILVER's remaining compliment. | |||
"Get you a refill, Sir?" asked the steward. | |||
"Huh?" J.C. slipped back to the here and now. The Bolian indicated to the CSO's | |||
empty glass. | |||
"Would you like a refill?" | |||
"Yeah....er, on second thought, give me a Long Island ice tea," said J.C. The | |||
steward giggled. | |||
"Ahhh, someone's in a festive mood!" as he keyed in the drink. *Not quite,* | |||
thought J.C., *but it will do for now.* J.C. seized the glass from the Bolian, | |||
swiveled on his stool to face the large observation windows. Raising his glass | |||
in salute, J.C. mumbled a silent tribute to the HAWKING and her crew. | |||
[SNIP] | |||
Pausing outside the XO's office, J.C. took a few deep breaths. He had quite a | |||
lot to get off his chest, protocol be damned. He was determined to set a few things | |||
straight, and would not walk away from this meeting until he was satisfied. | |||
He walked up to the doors, activating the chime sensors. A few moments passed by, | |||
J.C. suddenly became angry at the thought of missing his chance to let off some | |||
steam. He reached for the wall mounted chime. From inside, J.C. heard the somewhat | |||
muffled response,<br> | |||
<I> | |||
> “Enter,” Maril said, still concentrating on his research.<br> | |||
><br> | |||
> Lt.(jg) Allard stepped through the doors and stood at attention,<br> | |||
> strangely in about the same spot Sadel had.<br> | |||
><br> | |||
> “Lt. Allard reporting as ordered, Sir!," Allard said, his flat tone<br> | |||
> not letting any emotion come through his voice but making it clear that<br> | |||
> he did not wish to be where he was.<br> | |||
><br> | |||
> Maril turned off his console and looked at Allard. “At ease,<br> | |||
> Lieutenant.” J.C. relaxed ever so slightly, he did not want to<br> | |||
> feel at-ease.<br> | |||
<br> | |||
> He sighed. “Lieutenant, I have no wish to make this long and<br> | |||
drawn-out. *Now THERE'S a contradiction in terms,* thought J.C.<br> | |||
He relaxed to full at-ease realizing this may take a few hours.<br> | |||
<br> | |||
> You are an excellent Chief of Security and Tactical Officer.<br> | |||
> You have been invaluable in many of our missions.<br> | |||
><br> | |||
> “Yet I can not understand how you can simply shirk your duties as a<br> | |||
> senior officer and send your assistant in your place. The senior mission<br> | |||
> briefing is not a party which you can decline to attend. You have an<br> | |||
> obligation to be at those briefings, Lieutenant. As you found out, this<br> | |||
> mission is quite important. Are you going to leave your part in such an<br> | |||
> important mission to your assistant, Mr. Allard?<br> | |||
</I> | |||
Numerous responses popped into his mind, but before he could select his | |||
favourite, Maril continued on with this oration.<br> | |||
<I> | |||
> “Now, this is something of a minor offense. The hurled stone did<br> | |||
> not hit the townspeople. But I need to know that everyone will do his<br> | |||
> or her duty in this mission. Do I have that assurance from you, Mr.<br> | |||
> Allard?”<br> | |||
> | |||
> “Of course, sir.”<br> | |||
> | |||
> “Good. You are dismissed.” J.C. remained, as this was far from over.<br> | |||
</I> | |||
"Was there something else, Mr. Allard.?" asked the XO. *Here goes,* | |||
"Permission to speak freely, SIR." J.C. came to attention once more, as | |||
Maril's eyes probed the young CSO. Silence withheld for an eternity of | |||
a few moments. Finally, the Tamarian spoke, reclining slightly in the | |||
comforts of his chair. | |||
"Granted, Mr. Allard." his voice was the quiet serious tone he had come to | |||
be quite familiar with. | |||
"Sir, this isn't about some bloody briefing... it's about respect!" He stared | |||
into the XO's unmoving eyes. J.C. gestured towards the bridge, "Respect from | |||
that damned Tyrant!". | |||
"Please continue," came Maril, the words ever so soft. His blatant insolence | |||
had not shown upon the XO. | |||
"Sir, I follow orders, I run a tight and efficient department, and each of | |||
my people I'm proud to serve with. Flagship be damned, I'll put my troopers | |||
up against any other unit!" J.C. was suddenly aware of the perspiration | |||
upon his forehead, and the sudden warmth of the room. | |||
"Sir, as far back as our first mission into the Coalsack, I've always held | |||
the interests of the Federation, Star Fleet, and the crew to heart. But | |||
every time I offer advise or counsel, it falls on deaf ears. My logs are | |||
filled with recommendations, suggestion, and yes concerns. I'm here to | |||
do my job, Commander. That's why I was commissioned and that's what I | |||
want to do, but I may as well be Lt. Dunsel, Sir." J.C. studied the | |||
Tamarian, trying to peer into his mind, but Maril was quite good at | |||
masking his reactions. | |||
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