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<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> | |||
"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> | |||
> "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> | |||
> 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> | |||
> 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> | |||
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. | |||
"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> | |||
> “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> | |||
<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> | |||
> [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> | |||
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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Mike Dailey<br> | |||
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