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USS FEYNMAN: Meleah's Input

by Melanie Pocknall 9-1-1997

SD: 90901.0638

>> He paused before continuing. "The gist of it is this. Even though we
>> beat the attacker’s back we did not win the battle, the real battle.
>> Neither did they but they are certainly on the edge of doing so. The
>> whole thing was a diversion for one action. They wanted the DEFENDER
>> to fire on them. They needed the massive amounts of energy that DEFENDER
>> had to trigger their plan. To power a jump back in time." Again the
>> captain paused to let the magnitude sink in. "They have gone back in
>> time to disrupt a trial of a Starfleet admiral, their god. If they
>> are successful then this time-line will end. We are going back in time
>> to stop them." He gestured to Cardiff. "Lieutenant." All eyes turned
>> to the older officer for the details.

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>>
> Cardiff did not even look to see who had asked the question. "No.
>He made contact of his own initiative and recruited the race. He gave
>them ships and lifted them up to our tech level in a less than a year.
>He was revered on that planet. He cured seven major diseases,
>negotiated a world wide government, brought replicators down and pretty
>well broke every rule in the book in doing so. Or at least he shattered
>the biggest rule."

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>>
> He straightened up and looked the Captain in the eye. "I'm going
>back with you because I know the layout, who was where. I know the
>players and will know if something new has been added."
>
> Zane kept eye contact and stated. "We _are_ talking 43 years ago."
>
> "Sir, I have relived those events ever since. I'll know."

"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."

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NRPG:

The scientist's point of view <G>. Feel free to contradict Meleah <G>.

Sincerely yours,

Lt Meleah
Chief Science Officer, RDMMS
USS FEYNMAN, Silver Fleet

Melanie

USS FEYNMAN: Maril's Comments

by Max Felsher 9-3-1997

SD: 90903

> Maril paused. “And another thing: several of us would look rather
> strange in the mid-2360’s. The Federation didn’t break the language
> barrier with the Tamarians until the late 2360’s. The Captain would
> have a hard time explaining who he was. Lieutenant Meleah, while
> appearing human, would probably be shown to be an android to a scan.
> As the only known sentient android at the time was the then-Lieutenant-
> Commander Data, it would pose some serious problems.

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.

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USS FEYNMAN: Question About Mental Stability

by Kristen Gant 9-4-1997

Stardate: 90904.1145
Scene: Holodeck

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,
Lt. Cmdr. Krysa Jenn
Ops/2O, USS FEYNMAN
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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 ..
Kristen

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USS FEYNMAN: Getting Underway

by Andrew Catterick 9-5-1997

SD: 90905.1200

>The silence from the CSO was broken, "Majors, recalling the mission of
>stardate 3134, the crew were lucky to be transported back just seconds
>after the left, subjective time, and not forced to live out their lives
>300 years out of time. I'm curious what assurances we have been given,
>if any. If we do in fact halt the tampering, what will become of us,
>Sirs?" J.C. felt all eyes on him, but had no real desire to serve the
>rest of his career in the old pioneer days of the 'fleet.

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.

>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?"

"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?"

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Scene: Bridge
MD: 1.1600

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,
Andy
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-Captain Zane, Commanding, USS FEYNMAN
-Commodore Robert Steele, Commanding TF ZINDERNEUF
-Commander Horatio Sinclair, Currently Unassigned

USS FEYNMAN: Temptation

by Kevin Thigpen 9-7-1997

Stardate: 90907.0200
Scene: Captain's Ready Room
MD: 1.1800

"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,
Kevin Thigpen
Lt(jg) Loren Landers
USS FEYNMAN CNS

[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.]

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"Nature uses only the longest threads to weave her patterns, so each small
piece of her fabric reveals the organization of the entire tapestry."
---Richard Feynman

Is there evil in the universe?
---Anonymous
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USS FEYNMAN: Warm Fuzzies

by Kristen Gant 9-7-1997

Stardate: 90907.1427
Scene: Holodeck
MD: after Briefing

>Zane nodded clearly not happy with the situation. "You ever have one of those days?"

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."

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MD: 1.1530

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,
Lt. Commander Krysa Jenn
OPS/2O, USS FEYNMAN
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NRPG .. I'm in a warm fuzzy mood, so this is kind of a warm fuzzy post :)

Kristen

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USS FEYNMAN: Arrivals & Departures

by Melanie Pocknall 9-8-1997

SD: 90908.0548
Place: SF Academy, San Fransisco, Earth
Timeframe: Several days previous to the meeting on the FEYNMAN

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!"

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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.

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A little while later......
Science Lab 1

".... 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.

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MD: 1.1600
Bridge

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.

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NRPG:

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,
Lt Meleah, CSciO, USS FEYNMAN, Silver Fleet
Ens Lianna West, SciO, USS FEYNMAN, Silver Fleet

Melanie.

USS FEYNMAN: Hell Hath Not Fury Like...

by David Williams 9-9-1997

SD 90909.1957 CDT/ 0157 GMT (90910)
MD: 3.1400
Scene: Briefing Room 6
>"While I'm no medical doctor, I do know that there are certain
>stimulants that can affect neural transmitters in biological lifeforms.
>Since the Feynman's circuitry works on some of the same principles, could
>we develop a stimulant of sorts that could increase the overall response
>time? Not something that would be in constant use, as I assume that
>would eventually lead to degradation, but would be implemented in red
>alert situations. An injectant into the gelpacks and critical lines when
>desired. " he paused a moment to let the idea sink in, "Your thoughts?"

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?>

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MD: 3.1430
Scene: Sickbay

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....

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NRPG:

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,

Commander J'ran Belar
CO, DAHJUR BASE, Bajor, Meridian Fleet
MIS, USS REVELATION, Meridian Fleet
Lieutenant Ha'Tila Molari
Awaiting orders, SB GAMMA, Blue Fleet
Ensign Mary Dana Mac(krenseklar), M.D.
CMO, USS FEYNMAN, TF Zinderneuf, Silver Fleet
Lieutenant Junior Grade Henry Elias Jekyll, Ph.D.
CEO, USS ASCLEPIUS, TF Charlie, Red Fleet
David Williams
asr.mindless.com@ocean.st.usm.edu
drjekyll@softwareplus.net@softwareplus.net
Sallisaw, Oklahoma, USA

"Man is not one, but two/He is evil and good!/And he walks the fine
line/That he'd cross, if he could/He's just waiting/To break through the
facade!..."
--Ensemble, "Facade" (Jekyll & Hyde)

USS FEYNMAN: Preparations and Goodbyes

by Andrew Catterick 9-10-1997

SD:90910.1300

>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?"

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.

>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>Intraship Communiqué<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<
TO: CDR Maril, LCDR Jenn, LT Cardiff
FROM: CAPT ZANE
RE: Mission Planning
PRIORITY: High

There will be a mission planning meeting in the Observation
Lounge on MD 3:1200. I would like to begin mapping out
options and strategies for the protection of LT. Nicholas as
well as put into place any safeguards and failsafes as needed.

Come as you are.
Zane

<END>
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>><<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<

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,
Andy

__________________________________________________
-Captain Zane, Commanding, USS FEYNMAN
-Commodore Robert Steele, Commanding TF ZINDERNEUF
-Commander Horatio Sinclair, Currently Unassigned

USS FEYNMAN: Some Thoughts are a Terrible Thing

by Kevin Thigpen 9-10-1997

Stardate: 90910.1309
Scene: 10-Forward
MD: 3.0800

"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,
Kevin Thigpen
Lt(jg) Loren Landers
USS FEYNMAN CNS

[NRPG: Just a little something from my end, David. Flesh it out as much as you want. ]

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"Nature uses only the longest threads to weave her patterns, so each small
piece of her fabric reveals the organization of the entire tapestry."
---Richard Feynman

Is there evil in the universe?
---Anonymous
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USS FEYNMAN: Killin' Time

by Joseph Baker 9-11-1997

SD: 90911.1431
MD: 1.1800
Scene: Astrophysics Lab

"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.

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<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 :)

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• meillunsiateve * Ruling Passion only this *
  
• rh'e Mnhei'sahe yie ahr'en: * Can be truly said: *
  
• Mnahe afw'ein qiuu, * Hate has a reason for everything *
  
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USS FEYNMAN: In the Soft Grass

by Kristen Gant 9-12-1997

Stardate: 90912.2035
Scene: Arboretum
MD: 2.2300

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
MD: 3: 1200

"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,
Lt.Commander Krysa Jenn
OPS/2O, USS FEYNMAN
***
NRPG: Well, here's my suggestions, feel free to change anything :) But be
kind, it's my birthday! :)

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

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.^. Kristen Gant
.-----' `-----. (AKA: Lt. Cmdr. Krysa Jenn, OPS/2O, USS FEYNMAN
| [##' `##] | Cmdr. Y'lonna Dyvian, XO, USS VICTORY
`---' __ `---' Capt. Gabriel Faison, XO, TF ZINDERNEUF
| .-' `. | Dr. Janna Swansen, CMO, USS PHOENIX
|' `| Lt. Faith Donaven, Inst., Camp Venture
Cdor. Ainese Kev, COMPA
Lt.(j.g.) Roana Shan, (unassigned))

http://homepage.interaccess.com/~sgant/Kris/kris.htm

USS FEYNMAN: Making Contact

by Kevin Thigpen 9-14-1997

Stardate: 90914.1735
Scene: Bridge---->Observation Lounge
MD: 9.0900

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,
Kevin Thigpen
Lt.(jg) Loren Landers
USS FEYNMAN CNS

[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>.]

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"Nature uses only the longest threads to weave her patterns, so each small
piece of her fabric reveals the organization of the entire tapestry."
---Richard Feynman

Is there evil in the universe?
---Anonymous
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USS FEYNMAN: Catching Up

by Andrew Catterick 9-14-1997

SD:90914.1800
Scene: Observation Lounge
MD: 3: 1200

> "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?"

"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
MD: 9.0900

> "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.

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>>>

Ok, I’ll post us on the planet tomorrow.

Team One: Zane, Cardiff, Allard, Loren…will pose as staff of the lodge.
Team Two: Maril, Koreth, Jerran, Stone…a group of intellectuals on conference
Team Three: Jenn, Meleah, Mac, Flint…a bunch of tourists.

Respectfully,
Andy

__________________________________________________
-Captain Zane, Commanding, USS FEYNMAN
-Commodore Robert Steele, Commanding TF ZINDERNEUF
-Commander Horatio Sinclair, Currently Unassigned

USS FEYNMAN: Turbulant Tides

by Michael "Mike" Dailey 9-15-1997

SD: 90915.2045 [90916.0045 GMT]
SCENE: Security Control, Deck 15
MD: 0.1700 (Following briefing)

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.

> “Alright, Alpha shift, let’s go. Beta shift, you’re on. Commander
> Jenn, you have the Bridge.”
>
> Most of the senior officers, including Maril started to walk towards
>
> the turbolifts. However, before Allard could step into one, Maril
> stopped him, tapping him on his shoulder. “Mr. Allard, I’d like you to
> report to my office at 2000 hours. I have something to discuss with you.”

*Oh great, more rhetoric from the assistant-tyrant* 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.

> [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.]

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,

> “Enter,” Maril said, still concentrating on his research.
>
> Lt.(jg) Allard stepped through the doors and stood at attention,
> strangely in about the same spot Sadel had.
>
> “Lt. Allard reporting as ordered, Sir!," Allard said, his flat tone
> not letting any emotion come through his voice but making it clear that
> he did not wish to be where he was.
>
> Maril turned off his console and looked at Allard. “At ease,
> Lieutenant.” J.C. relaxed ever so slightly, he did not want to
> feel at-ease.

> He sighed. “Lieutenant, I have no wish to make this long and
drawn-out. *Now THERE'S a contradiction in terms,* thought J.C.
He relaxed to full at-ease realizing this may take a few hours.

> You are an excellent Chief of Security and Tactical Officer.
> You have been invaluable in many of our missions.
>
> “Yet I can not understand how you can simply shirk your duties as a
> senior officer and send your assistant in your place. The senior mission
> briefing is not a party which you can decline to attend. You have an
> obligation to be at those briefings, Lieutenant. As you found out, this
> mission is quite important. Are you going to leave your part in such an
> important mission to your assistant, Mr. Allard?

Numerous responses popped into his mind, but before he could select his favourite, Maril continued on with this oration.
> “Now, this is something of a minor offense. The hurled stone did
> not hit the townspeople. But I need to know that everyone will do his
> or her duty in this mission. Do I have that assurance from you, Mr.
> Allard?”
> > “Of course, sir.”
> > “Good. You are dismissed.” J.C. remained, as this was far from over.

"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
splatter2@qtm.net

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= Lt., j.g. J.C.M. Allard - CSO USS FEYNMAN Alt.Starfleet.RPG +
+ Lt. [Dr.] D'doj Zzawj Ckorji - UNASSIGNED SILVER FLEET =
= Lcdr. Jordon Kabreigny - CNS USS BURKE GREEN FLEET +
+ Lcdr. Ion Steiner - L.C. SFDITF TEAM ALPHA-1 Star Fleet Diplomatic Task Force =
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USS FEYNMAN: Preparing For The Real Mission

by Kristen Gant 9-16-1997

Stardate: 90916.1152
Scene: OPs Office
MD: 4. 1700

Krysa sat at her desk attempting to get some work done, though her mind continued to wander to other things, which she knew she shouldn't be wasting time thinking about. But that was the way of it. Sometimes it was nearly impossible to keep one's mind from wandering off of one's responsibilities.

The chime of the door was a welcome interruption. "Come in."

Her dark eyes looked up, and a smile formed on her face as Lt. (j.g.) Jeanine Garret, her AOPS, entered, "You wanted to see me?"

Krysa nodded, "Yes, please sit down Patti. There is something I need to talk to you about." She waited until the short-blonde headed woman sat down, brushing her straight bangs out of her eyes. "I heard from Zindernuef that you turned down yet another posting as Operations manager."

She frowned slightly, then nodded, "I'm not ready."

"Obviously Starfleet thinks you are, and after a few rejections, they will stop asking."

"Are you trying to get rid of me?"

Krysa chuckled, "Goodness, no. If you leave, I have to go back to doing all the work myself. They'll find out how incompetent I really am!"

Jeanine grinned, "Hardly."

They sat in silence for a moment until Krysa finally spoke, "Look, I know you're worried .. maybe even a bit scared but .."

"I'm not scared, not really."

"Then what is it? I know your struggling with something."

Jeanine nodded, "Yes .. there's someone on the FEYNMAN .."

"Oh .." Krysa said softly, "I .. I guess I didn't realize .." She wondered breifly how it was she had missed a possible romance.

"Well," she smiled, "We've kept it very private .."

"I see, and you don't want to leave him?" Her curiosity was perked, though she did understand the feeling. She had turned down possible advancement herself on similar grounds .. though that had not been her only reason, she reminded herself quickly. Zane would probably have a fit if he thought it was .. as would she were the circumstances reversed.

"Sounds silly doesn't it?"

"Well, I do understand, but if that's the only reason .."

"I guess I would like a posting that would take us both."

"Well, it's always a possibility .." She stared at the woman in front of her still trying to figure out who this romantic entanglement might be .. Perhaps McShane from Jerran's department .. or maybe Jared Kramer from Social Sciences .. or ..

"Is that the only reason you needed to see me," Lt. Garret asked noticing Krysa's distracted look.

"Um, no, actually I wanted to give you this," she grinned as she held out a small black box. "It's to replace your half pip. You are officially a full Lieutenant."

Jeanine smiled, "Thank you."

"Well, you deserve the promotion even if a change in station isn't in your future .. this time."

The newly promoted AOPS shrugged, "Maybe it never will be."

"We'll talk about that more later." Krysa promised her. "However, there are a few things I need to fill you in on. but let me tell you that this is all strictly confidential and no one .. absolutely no one," she repeated, ".. is to hear any of what I'm about to share with you."

***

"I understand." Jeanine said when she had finished.

Krysa smiled, "This, if successful, will look very good on your record. And could very well prompt another offer.. I think you should be thinking about it."

Jeanine nodded, "I will."

MD: 9:1000
Scene: Sickbay

Krysa stepped into Sickbay dressed in Khaki hiking shorts and a cotton shirt. Her heavy boots thudded as she walked.

"You look like your ready for vacation," Terri joked as he sat on the bio bed.

"I am!" she grinned. "You have to love a ship where you get to vacation for work." Being Betazoid there was no need for any cosmetic surgery for Krysa, but she gazed around the room to see what her crewmates looked like.

Regards,
Lt. Commander Krysa Jenn
OPS/2O, USS FEYNMAN
***
NRPG: So.... how does everyone look. I'm dying to know :)

Kristen

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.^. Kristen Gant
.-----' `-----. (AKA: Lt. Cmdr. Krysa Jenn, OPS/2O, USS FEYNMAN
| [##' `##] | Cmdr. Y'lonna Dyvian, XO, USS VICTORY
`---' __ `---' Capt. Gabriel Faison, XO, TF ZINDERNEUF
| .-' `. | Dr. Janna Swansen, CMO, USS PHOENIX
|' `| Lt. Faith Donaven, Inst., Camp Venture
Cdor. Ainese Kev, COMPA
Lt.(j.g.) Roana Shan, (unassigned))

http://homepage.interaccess.com/~sgant/Kris/kris.htm

USS FEYNMAN: One Giant Leap

by Andrew Catterick 9-17-1997

SD: 90917.1500
MD: 9.1100
Scene: Turbolift.

"Sickbay." Zane said as he entered the lift from the bridge. His thoughts were completely on the mission ahead. There were still questions to be answered. Most importantly, how would they know the enemy? They had the time watches to zoom in on events. That would narrow it down somewhat but it would be nice to know who was who without the aid of the time waves. Without being able to do that they would only be able to react rather than preempt. He did a mental shrug. At least Cardiff had been able to assure him that all the Starfleet personnel present were not something to be worried about. Having some of them covertly supporting the admiral could really ruin Lt. Nicholas’ day. Not to mention the rest of the galaxy’s. Well Zane’s galaxy at least.

The turbo-lift doors parted and he exited, turning to head for sickbay. His thoughts drifting from the mission at hand to one of its participants, Cardiff. He was certainly a bit of an odd-duck and Zane wondered how far he could trust him. He had ruined his career at this trial and a simple word with his younger self could certainly change that. It might end his life once the temporal changes took hold but it would certainly give his ‘original’ a much better one. Zane didn’t really believe that would happen but he hadn’t survived this long by not covering all his bets.

He entered into the controlled chaos that was sickbay as the FEYNMAN’s senior staff and their three ‘guests’ milled around in various stages of dress and cosmetic surgery. He paused briefly to watch Dr. Mac skillfully change his Tamarian first officer to…well he wasn’t quite sure yet. Moving on towards the back of the room he found Krysa and Loren chatting. Being Betazoid they had no need for the doctor’s services. Neither did Zane. Grey skin wasn’t exactly commonplace but it wasn’t rare either.

"Well you two ready?" Zane asked.

"Think so." Krysa smiled. "Terri’s all set and Dr. Mac is just finishing up on Commander Maril, by then Tarrant should be ready as well."

"Good. Then we should be on are way soon." He accepted the clothes Krysa had for him excusing himself so he could change. When he returned all was set.

"Everyone ready?" A quick glance told him they were. "Zane to bridge. Go ahead Lt. Garrett."

[Aye sir.] On the bridge Garrett, sitting in the command chair, logged into the ships computer and executed the program LCDR Koreth had designed activating the transporter to beam the away team directly from sickbay to the planet surface while simultaneously not letting the ship’s sensors or internal alarms know what was going on. As far as anyone on the FEYNMAN were concerned the senior staff were holed up in a holodeck meeting.

-----------------------
Scene: Planetside

The team activated their wrist lamps to see through the darkness that enveloped them. Dust swirled around them as the winds gusted their way through the dark, rocky terrain.

"Come on." Major Flint shouted over the howl of the wind. "Its just around this bend."

The rest followed, their eyes slowly becoming accustomed to the dark. As they did they began to take notice of their surroundings. They appeared to be in the middle of an ancient city. An ancient city that had crumbled to rubble.

"Greetings portal." Flint said as he faced a big, rock, deformed donut. "Are you ready for us as discussed?"

"I am the Guardian of Forever." The rock boomed. "I will facilitate your journey to repair what has been done yet is not done." The portal flashed to life and a stream of history began to appear.

Flint looked at the group. "Its not wide enough for us all to go at once. It’ll have to be in teams."

"Ok. Team one first." Zane, Cardiff, Loren and Allard moved to the front. All of them mesmerized by the history flashing before them.

"Get ready." Flint said his eyes locked on his temporal scanner. "Three, two, one…GO!" As one the four jumped back into time.

<<<NRPG>>>

Ok here we go!

Watched the DS9 episode last night where the DEFIANT goes back to the old trek and DSK-7. Very exciting! :)

__________________________________________________
-Captain Zane, Commanding, USS FEYNMAN
-Commodore Robert Steele, Commanding TF ZINDERNEUF
-Commander Horatio Sinclair, Currently Unassigned

USS FEYNMAN: Lunch? But of Course!

by Kristen Gant 9-18-1997

Stardate: 90918.1229
Scene: Sickbay

>"Krysa, I don't know if you know about what happened with Koreth the other
>day, but I want to apologize." Mary said, trying her best. Apologies
>didn't come easy to Mary. Krysa nodded. "I know you would never say
>anything like I told Koreth, and for that I apologize. What happened
>between Loren and I was something I was trying to keep under wraps for
>Loren's sake. I hope you understand." Mary said, looking Krysa in the eyes.

"We all sometimes allow our own hurts and paranoia's to get in the way of our better judgement." She smiled gently, "I know you didn't want anyone to know. Which is why I moved to sit by you in the meeting. I was noticing something.. and figured it may not be long before others noticed as well. And I knew you didn't want that."

"No, I didn't .. I'm just not completely .. comfortable, with these new abilities."

Krysa nodded, "Changes in our mental perceptions are always difficult, whether gaining them or losing them. I am glad that you don't blame me. That would make things difficult on our mission."

Zane stepped out of the makeshift changing room and set things into motion by signaling Garret on the bridge.

***

She watched the first two team disappear, trying to shake off the chill that went through her as she wondered what they would come back to .. if they came back at all. This was such a test of loss of control. They had no control over the Guardian. He could do just about anything and they had simply to trust that he would bend to their wishes.

She looked over at Flint, the temporal scientist assigned to her command. He seemed to have no qualms over this at all, in fact it looked as if he looked on this with excitement.

She motioned her team to the Guardian and stepped through.

***

It was a strange sensation .. much different then the transporters as she felt herself stretched and pulled and then settled in a patch of forest. Through the trees she could see the people moving about their business. A great variety of people .. including Starfleet officers.

She turned to the others, "I think a nice lunch at the lodge is in order."

Flint nodded, "The lodge should definitely be our first order of business. We need to make contact with the other two teams and with our temporal target."

Krysa saw the light in the man's eyes. He was indeed enjoying this. She smiled lightly. Well, it was a good thing to enjoy the work one did. She took off her wrist lamp and stuck it in a pocket of her backpack. Then she pulled out small device which would show the location of the other two teams.. If they had indeed all ended up where they were supposed to.

She breathed in relief as two red dots showed up, blinking in reassurance. Flint moved next to her and pointed to one of the red dots. "That's the lodge .. must be the Captain's team."

Krysa nodded, "Good." She twined her arm with his, "Now, let's go get something to eat."

The man looked at her startled for a moment and she chuckled, "Just remember, we're here to relax .. and enjoy the surroundings. Don't look like you have any other purpose."

He nodded, "Of course."

They stepped out of the woods and into the meandering stream of people, with Dr. Mac and Jerran behind them.

Krysa breathed in deeply of the mountain air. "This is beautiful!"

"It is .. refreshing." Jerran said, very Vulcan-like. She looked back at him and wrinkled her nose at him, a smile dancing across her face. Terri maintained his stoic face, though Krysa recognized the smiling light in his eyes.

She turned back forward as they walked, "I'm starving .. I hope they don't skimp on portions!" She waited for Jerran's retort, but being a good Vulcan he swallowed it.

They walked up the rustic stairs to the lodge and entered through the heavy wooden door which was opened for them by a cheery looking man, "Good Afternoon, sirs and Madams. Enjoy your stay."

Krysa nodded amiably, "Could you tell me where the dining room is? It's our first day here."

"Of course, Ma'am. It's through the lobby and to your left." "Thank you," she smiled.

As they walked across the lobby floor she leaned closer to Flint. "Once we get seated, Mary and I will retire to the ladies room and see if we can pinpoint the young Admiral. You go ahead and order for us."

He looked at her perplexed, "You want me to order .. I feel that I .."

She shook his head, "Just order anything .. and a lot of it. I'm not going to pass up this opportunity to eat before we get started." She could already feel her stomach grumbling in anticipation. The replicated food she'd been consigned to since Bat had left the ship was doing nothing for her taste buds. She was really looking forward to this meal.

Regards,
Lt. Commander Krysa Jenn
OPS/2O, USS FEYNMAN
***
NRPG: We're here ! And Krysa is hungry! What's new :) Will she actually get to eat?? <G>

Kristen

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.^. Kristen Gant
.-----' `-----. (AKA: Lt. Cmdr. Krysa Jenn, OPS/2O, USS FEYNMAN
| [##' `##] | Cmdr. Y'lonna Dyvian, XO, USS VICTORY
`---' __ `---' Capt. Gabriel Faison, XO, TF ZINDERNEUF
| .-' `. | Dr. Janna Swansen, CMO, USS PHOENIX
|' `| Lt. Faith Donaven, Inst., Camp Venture
Cdor. Ainese Kev, COMPA
Lt.(j.g.) Roana Shan, (unassigned))

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USS FEYNMAN: Where's Room Service?!

by Joseph Baker 9-19-1997

SD: 90919.1135
Scene: Resort Hotel

Jerran rubbed his nose self consciously, still missing his ridges from the surgery and hoping Dr. Mac would be as good at putting them back on as she had been about taking them off as the group of "celebrating scientists" walked towards the nearby hotel. Luckily, considering the computer technology was over 40 years behind in this time, it was an easy matter for LCDR Koreth to use his tricorder to break into the hotel's reservation computer and falsify reservations for the group.

CDR Maril smiled slightly at the pilot and said, "Stop that, LT. Vulcan's aren't supposed to brood about missing nose ridges."

Jerran nodded and said, "I'm just glad she didn't butcher my ears. The Prophets would have never forgiven me for such blasphemy."

"As I recall," Major Flint said matter of fact, "Vulcans didn't usually speak of the Prophets in that matter, either."

"And this was before the discovery of the Bajoran Wormhole," Jerran said with a nod. "So no one knows that the Prophets are real. Well, except for the Bajora." The last statement he emphasized with a slight, un-Vulcan, but very Jerran grin.

"OK, enough arguing about religions," Maril said as they entered the hotel. "LT, go and see if our rooms are ready."

Jerran nodded and put on his stoic, Vulcan poker face and walked over to the front desk. The desk attendant looked like a rather uptight individual at first glance as he turned to look at the approaching Vulcan.

"May I help you?" he said, in an almost condescending tone.

Jerran answered the tone with a slightly raised eyebrow and said, "I am Dr. Storak. I believe my party has reservations."

"One moment, please," the attendant said as he turned to the computer terminal behind him. "You're in rooms 512 through 515. Have a nice stay," he said in a matter that suggested to Jerran that the attendant didn't really care if he had a nice stay or not.

The pilot turned and walked away, saying under his breath, "I'll say I have reservations, reservations about staying at this shack."

Jerran walked over to the other group and said, "Our reservations are in order."

Maril nodded and said, "Good. We just got confirmation from the other groups that they are on station. Now we just wander around like celebrating scientists and see what we can find."

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Scene: USS FEYNMAN, Bridge

The ship rocked slightly as it was buffeted by time ripple from the planet. 1st LT Stark kept the ship in a steady geosynchronous orbit over the Guardian's position, not only to allow the ship to cover the area for when the away team would return in what was supposed to be thirty minutes of ship time, but also to stay on the dark side of the planet to avoid the gamma bursts from the pulsar inhabiting the system.

LT Garret watched on her display as information on the SIF and IDF system came through, showing everything was holding up. Otherwise, there was nothing much else to do, as they were under orders to have a complete sensors blackout.

Stark looked over his console again, checking the status of the warp field that was supposed to be dampening the time ripples as they went by. Everything seemed fine. Then, a red light started blinking on the other side of the console.

"LT, I'm showing that someone has depressurized the main shuttle bay and is opening the bay doors."

Garret stood up from the command chair and walked over to the helm. "Override them, LT."

"I'm trying, sir, but they've locked me out. They're using a command level code to access the bay controls."

"Can you isolate who's access codes they are?"

Stark nodded and said, "It looks like LT Jerran's codes."

"What?! Computer, locate LT Jerran."

[LT Jerran is on holodeck 2.]

"The COCHRANE is leaving the shuttlebay, sir."

"Can you tractor it back in?"

"No, sir. The sensors are blacked out, so I can't get a lock on her."

Garret nodded and said, "And no way of ascertaining who is actually in the shuttle." As she was prevue to the information of the mission, she knew better than anyone that LT Jerran wasn't on the shuttle. That still left more questions than were answered.

"Do we break the sensor blackout, LT?" Stark said.

Garret thought for a second and said, "No. We have our orders, LT, and we'll carry them out. How long would it take for a shuttle to get down to the planet?"

"About twenty minutes, sir."

"That's only a couple of minutes before the command crew gets out of its meeting. We'll wait till then."

Confused, but content to follow the orders of his superior, Stark just nodded and said, "Aye, sir," and turned back to the helm.

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<NRPG>
Who's the mysterious pilot in the shuttle? How did they get a hold of
Jerran's access codes? What will they do on the planet? These questions
and more on the next episode of "As the Warp Core Turns."

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• Daisemi'in rhhaensuriuu * Of the Chief parts of the *
  
• meillunsiateve * Ruling Passion only this *
  
• rh'e Mnhei'sahe yie ahr'en: * Can be truly said: *
  
• Mnahe afw'ein qiuu, * Hate has a reason for everything *
  
• rh'e hweithnaef * But love is unreasonable *
  
• mrht Heis'he ehl'ein qiuu * --Rihannsu Proverb *
  

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USS FEYNMAN: CNS's and Ski Instructors

by Kevin Thigpen 9-19-1997

Stardate: 90919.2348
Scene: Ski Lodge
MD: 9.1130

Coming out the other side of the portal, Loren winced in pain as his ears popped as if suddenly undergoing a tremendous change in altitude.

After the brief jump through the portal, the CNS glanced around at his fellow team members who seemed to look no worse for wear either. Gritting his teeth against the temporary and unexpected pain, Loren moved over towards Zane who was slowly propping himself up on his elbows to get a better look through the snow at the lodge.

"What next, Captain?"

"We head for the kitchen of course," the grey-skinned Zane replied with a slight smile.

Loren could sense the excitement from the Captain. So very few times did he get to lead an away team, much less be in a potentially dangerous situation.

[SNIP]

"Koreth did what?" questioned Loren to Zane not believing what he'd heard the first time.

The team had secluded itself in one of the laundry rooms, equipping themselves with the appropriate attire, before venturing forth into the lodge. Koreth, adept as ever, had reprogrammed the lodge's staff roster adding a few names here and there especially in Zane's team's case.

Looking carefully at his tricorder again, Zane repeated. "Koreth has you listed as one of the ski instructors for the lodge, Mister Landers."

"Captain, I've never been skiing in my entire..."

Zane held up his hand. "Hopefully, you won't have to do any instructing. In the meantime, mingle with the crowd. Your telepathic abilities make you the best candidate at surveying the people here. Being a ski instructor shouldn't raise any eyes while you're doing just that. Not to mention, once you find the admiral, err..Lt, keep an eye on him."

"Aye, sir," stated Loren, before carefully leaving the small laundry room whilst the rest of Zane's team prepared their disguises.

Respectfully submitted,
Kevin Thigpen
Lt.(jg) Loren Landers
USS FEYNMAN CNS

[NRPG: Not much of a post, but I just finished taking one of five, four hour exams for one of my classes this semester. I need a sugar rush right now, really bad.]

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"Nature uses only the longest threads to weave her patterns, so each small
piece of her fabric reveals the organization of the entire tapestry."
---Richard Feynman

Is there evil in the universe?
---Anonymous
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USS FEYNMAN: Where To?

by Jason Bostjancic 9-20-1997

MD: 9.0100 <-- ???

> Jerran walked over to the other group and said, "Our reservations are in order."
>
> Maril nodded and said, "Good. We just got confirmation from the other
> groups that they are on station. Now we just wander around like
> celebrating scientists and see what we can find."

Tarrant tugged on his clothing for what must have been the 100th time. He'd grown so use to the normal Starfleet uniform that the looser fitting 'civilian' clothes were foreign, "And just what do celebrating scientists look like when they wander?"

Maril's eyebrow rose. The Vulcan persona seemed to be fitting in better with the Feynman's First Officer than it was with her FCO.

Jerran, however, had a more useful comment, "I'd imagine that some of the main people presiding will be desperate for a drink or two. It may give us a start to finding the target."

Stone picked up a complimentary PADD that had a map of the Resort and general information, "It says here that there are 3 lounges located in the resort."

"Do the facilities have any ballrooms or large halls?" asked Tarrant.

Maril caught on, "Right, they'll need a place to hold the 'meeting'. I doubt they'll do it in a private room."

"Or in a holodeck. Too many resort-denizens would want access to them to allow for ease of use." added Jerran.

Stone brought up the map and after a bit of searching came up with two possibilities. "There are two halls listed that have been reserved. One is located at the top floor, the other in the east wing.... and they both have a lounge in the vicinity."

Desperate to end the stagnant feeling the CEO added, "Looks like we should go celebrate with a drink then gentlemen."

.......
<NRPG>

My small bit. Just trying to set a few possible where's and who's.

Respectfully,
Jason

USS FEYNMAN: Lost In Memories

by Mike Dawe 9-24-1997

SD: 90924
MD: ?

He found that it all gathered up and hit him like a pile driver in bubblewrap. The memories and the awful continuous feeling of deja vu was almost too much to bear. He focused on the little 'chat' he and Stone had had just hours before they entered into the system . . . <Typical flashback cue>

He had been about to step 'outside'. The interior of the ship was becoming too confining and he missed the soul withering touch of space. He had scooped up his personal protective field unit and was about to cycle through an airlock when stone stepped up from a side corridor, suit already on and a helmet in one hand.

"Come on." Stone said, setting the helmet on and slightly muffling the "Time's a wasting."

Cardiff double checked his own unit and then stepped into the airlock and began the exit cycle. A short conversation ensued as he convinced the OOD that this was just a recreational step out and nothing to light the board about. But Cardiff was practiced at this conversation. He had held it with officers on two ships and two stations in the past months. Most now knew of his habit of walking the outside of vessels and just logged him through.

Stone waited patiently as the conversation ended on a successful note and the airlock cycle completed. They stepped out onto a small ledge that lead onto the upper rear of the saucer of the ship. "How about magnetics?" pointing at James' shoes.

"Custom job. Build into the soles. Superconductors don't take up much space and the cold outside encourages their efficiency." The Lt. looked like an accident waiting to happen. the only thing between him and the unforgiving vacuum of space was a small belt unit projecting the protective field and recycling his air.

"If that unit ever quits . . . "

"I'll die. But it hasn't and neither have I. I prefer to have this time alone so unless you have something to say aside from a critique of my ensemble?" Cradiff asked impatiently.

"Just wanted to make sure we were working from the same playbook. You are rated as a class 1 risk on this venture. You are going back to a time that is a pivotable one for your life. One that you might consider having been a mistake." Cold eyes gleamed within the helmet.

Cardiff frowned for a moment and then stepped away from the door and paced across the outer hull. "Yes, I guess that would make me a risk in your eyes, wouldn't it? But I'm not."

"Our psych techs said the same, but they wouldn't say why."

"You had a workup done on me?" The FCO froze staring out into space, away from his inquisitor. He stood ramrod straight, awaiting an answer.

"One done on the whole away team plus a re-evaluation done of my partner. The same was done of me as well for Flint. That is how we got your rating. We _have_ to be carefull that we don't do more damage than we are trying to repair."

"What if it starts to go that way? What if one of the crew starts a screwup?"

"That's why we come along. To see that it doesn't and to be onhand to fix things if it does."

"And the mission?"

"Secondary. Time structure first, Admiral second."

"You'll forgive me if I don't use the same priority standards?" Cardiff spun smoothly and the temporal agent remembered that the files also listed the Lt.s stiff regimen of excercise in a seldom used gym on the station.

"You should. But we seldom expect outsiders to understand. Now why shouldn't I have you considered a risk?"

"To make a change would change who I am. I may regret my choices but I haven't committed suicide about them and I refuse to mask the suicide in temporal paradoxes. If I make a change I'm not me anymore. Thus, 'me' would be gone, dead. Not gonna happen." there was a pause. "Anything else?"

"No, that's it." Stone lurched back into the airlock, leaving Lt James Cardiff to the stars and his solitude.

<Present time>

The step through the portal was smooth but it ended on rough ground. They all made a catching step and then headed off towards the Lodge visible in the distance. As they moved forward Cardiff checked his wrist scanner and tried to get his bearings. "Second floor. The trial was in a meeting room on the second floor looking out over the ski slopes. I remember wishing I was out there, sometimes."

"Well, you will have to do it on your own time. You start your new job in few hours." Zane grinned wickedly. It was just too easy to yank the older mans chain.

Cardiff sighed. "Right. Flitter runs up the slopes for the isolated ski trips." He sighed again. "Qualified on every damn flying thing there is and they've got me doing tourist bussing."

"Cheer up. It could have been parking vehicles. I understand the first thousand years are the worst, for that."

Cardiff shook his head and trudged up the hill in silence.

<<<nrpg>>>
Just letting you see a bit more.

Since nobody has spotted the quarry yet . . . how about having the whole entourage arrive late, having just been missed by an avalanche on the road. ;)
What, with that and a storm on the long-range forecast it could get fairly 'close' here in a few days.

mike--->da sleepy time lion

USS FEYNMAN: No Lunch For The Hungry

by Kristen Gant 9-25-1997

Stardate: 90925. 1108
Scene: Lodge Dining room
MD: 9:1200

>"That is a possibility," Meleah conceded. Then her sharp eyes picked up
>something. A humanoid figure loitering near the doorway, his eyes looking
>nervously around him. She mentioned this to the other two and waited for
>their response.

Krysa watched as the man stepped unobtrusively behind a large planter and began talking into a communicator. "Meleah, if we get close enough to you think you can pick up on what he's saying," the OPs Officer raised a questioning glance at the android.

"I could," Meleah answered matter-of-factly.

Krysa nodded, "Let's do it." Then she grabbed Meleah gently by the arm. "You don't do this regularly though .. do you?"

Meleah tilted her head, "That would be unethical."

Kyrsa grinned and they moved a little closer. Meleah listened carefully to the man behind the plant with her sensitive ears, while pretending to listen to Kyrsa as she chatted away about nothing.

"So then I told her that it was really better to just be honest." Krysa rambled away, "Don't you think so? I know that if I were in his shoes I'd want to. But anyway, she thought .."

After a short time, the man turned and left the dinning room and Krysa stopped her chatter. "So, what did he say?"

"He was very upset about someone being late." Meleah relayed. "Perhaps his wife is taking too long in the ladies room?" Mary offered.

Meleah shook her head, while Krysa covered a chuckled, "I do not think so. He also mentioned that if they didn't show up soon it would ruin his plans for a 'certain young lieutenant who doesn't know when to keep his mouth shut!'. I could not hear what the other party was saying, but he seemed relieved after they talked. I believe his words were, 'You had better be right.'"

Krysa and Mary both looked at Meleah whose voice had changed to a masculine one to relay what the man had said. Krysa presumed it was the voice of the man who'd been hiding. "Well, it's not much to go on."

"Perhaps we should follow him a bit more." Meleah suggested.

Krysa looked wistfully back at the table where it looked like a waitress was just now bringing steaming hot plates of something that looked delicious. "You're probably right. You two go on ahead, I'll get Flint."

Mary and Meleah nodded and headed out the door to try and continue to follow the suspicious looking gentleman. Krysa returned to the table, trying to stop the grumbling of her stomach as the smell of the food wafted to her nose. She settled down in her seat and Flint looked at her questioningly, "Where are the others?"

"We couldn't find any trace of our query yet, but Meleah picked up on a suspicious conversation." Krysa relayed it to him, "Meleah and Mary are following him. So .." she took one more deep whiff of the mouthwatering fare in front of her, then sighed, "we'd better go catch up to them."

Flint smiled gently at her, "Here take this for the road. It's delicious." He handed her a hot roll, then stood up and headed out. Krysa took a bite and groaned, as it *was* delicious. Then she followed him.

Out in the lobby, Krysa was finishing the last of the wonderful roll as she caught up with Flint. "I don't see them, where did they go?"

Krysa looked around. It wasn't an incredibly crowded room .. only a few groups mingling around. Krysa looked at the watch on her wrist which could show the direction of the members of her Team. "That way," she whispered.

Regards,
Lt. Commander Krysa Jenn.
OPS/2O, USS FEYNMAN
***
NRPG: Well I feel a little like James Bond :)

Kristen

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.^. Kristen Gant
.-----' `-----. (AKA: Lt. Cmdr. Krysa Jenn, OPS/2O, USS FEYNMAN
| [##' `##] | Cmdr. Y'lonna Dyvian, XO, USS VICTORY
`---' __ `---' Capt. Gabriel Faison, XO, TF ZINDERNEUF
| .-' `. | Dr. Janna Swansen, CMO, USS PHOENIX
|' `| Lt. Faith Donaven, Inst., Camp Venture
Cdor. Ainese Kev, COMPA
Lt.(j.g.) Roana Shan, on temporary assignment
TF Zindernuef, Counseling Office)

http://homepage.interaccess.com/~sgant/Kris/kris.htm

USS FEYNMAN: (Team Maril): Hunting for Wabbits

by Joseph Baker 9-25-1997

SD: 90925.1549
MD: 9.0200

The group of "scientists" had been wandering through the various lounges for almost an hour now, without much luck in finding Nicholas or any sign of his assailants. LCDR Jenn's group had reported in not too long ago with a lead they were following, so the group decided to just keep searching.

LT Jerran picked up a synthehol from a passing waiter and took a drink from it.

"I didn't know Vulcans drank synthehol," LCDR Koreth said as he turned to the FCO.

"This one does." The pilot raised an eyebrow at the stuff in the glass. "But, I'd hardly call this on par with the synthehol from our time."

"Well," Major Stone started saying. "You have to remember that the Ferengi had just started trading synthehol to us by this time."

Jerran nodded as he continued to look across the room waiting for a sign of trouble. At one time, he could have sworn that he saw someone he recognized walk through the door at the far end of the hall, but he shook his head to himself, chalking it up to mistaken identity. Besides, he knew it best to not go and talk to someone he might know from his own time. Who knows what kind of effect that would have on the timeline when they met again over forty years later.

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Setting: Shuttlebay, USS FEYNMAN

"Have you figured out who stole the shuttle, Mr. Stark?" LT Garret said as she walked into the shuttle bay.

"No, sir," 1st LT Stark Keller said as he scanned the console with a tricorder. "They managed to block out the internal sensors just long enough to get into a shuttle and take off, and I can't even find any trace DNA or anything on the console. Should we send another shuttle after them?"

"No," Garret said. "We have our orders. Besides, this is probably something the captain had planned anyway, maybe as a sort of test for the command crew." She knew that what she was saying probably wasn't so, and hoped that the away team would find the missing crewman before any damage was done.

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• Daisemi'in rhhaensuriuu * Of the Chief parts of the *
  
• meillunsiateve * Ruling Passion only this *
  
• rh'e Mnhei'sahe yie ahr'en: * Can be truly said: *
  
• Mnahe afw'ein qiuu, * Hate has a reason for everything *
  
• rh'e hweithnaef * But love is unreasonable *
  
• mrht Heis'he ehl'ein qiuu * --Rihannsu Proverb *
  

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USS FEYNMAN: The Evil One

by Kevin Thigpen 9-25-1997

Stardate: 90925.2327
Scene: Ski Lodge---->Ski Slopes
MD: 9.0130 (thirty minutes before Joseph's post)

"And the trick is to keep your knees together when taking the corner, otherwise, if your ankles aren't strong enough, you'll take a spill. Believe me, I know," stated Loren matter-of-factly to the handful of female youngsters around him.

Making sure to stay away from most of the other staff, Loren had managed to fit in rather well. Claiming that he was a transfer from another resort in the Himalayas, he had managed to convince those few other staff persons who had approached him of his status.

Faking the actual skiing on the other hand was going to be challenge for the counselor seeing as how 20th century roller-blading was the closest he'd ever come to moving fast on his own two feet.

Promising lessons to the small group later that day, Loren then took his leave of the chatting girls to mingle into the small crowd that occupied the resort's main lounge.

Stepping down into the depressed circle that served as the common area, Loren leisurely strolled around, smiling, and asking the occasional person if he or she was enjoying themself.

No one appeared very suspcious in any way. Grabbing a jacket from behind the main desk, Loren headed outside to one of the outlying ski prep lodges. Most everyone was outside enjoying the snow. The weather net had lain some fresh powder on the ground the night before, and the resort staff had managed to pack most of it down prior to sunrise.

Now the slopes were crowded to say the least. Grabbing a pole, a set of skis, and an anti-grav stabilizer unit, Loren headed for a nearby small slope. Most of Zane's team were probably already checking out the buildings on the resort campus. As a ski instructor, he'd look the least out of place on one of the slopes.

Climbing up the gentle incline of the 'Beginners Slope', Loren stopped abruptly hearing a strikingly familiar sound.

"Hrmppf. And they call this entertainment?" spoke a gruff voice about a few meters away near the treeline at the base of the slope.

Looking back and walking casually in that direction, Loren spotted a sight that brought a slight smile to his cold face. Off in the near distance stood a mountain of man, balanced gingerly between two poles with skis sticking out somewhat crossed. The huge man was standing near two others, a female and a male it appeared.

Loren kept walking after taking a quick second glance to verify that the huge man was indeed Admiral Nicholas, or Lt(jg) Nicholas for this time period.

Continuing up the slope a few meters, Loren turned to get a better look at his quarry, and another few looks around to make sure no one was watching. Reaching down he then tapped the appropriate signal keys on his wrist watch signaling Zane that Azariah had been spotted.

Then as nonchalantly as possible, Loren tucked his skis and poles under his arm and began trudging after Nicholas and his small group who now were all making their way towards a more distant end of the resort campus.

Off in the distance, near the opposite end of the treeline, another figure spotted not only Nicholas, but the strange man who suddenly stopped, and changed direction to follow Nicholas.

Squinting in the bright winter light, the shadow man leaned against a tree, making sure that neither the strange blond-haired man nor Nicholas and his group spotted him. Of course, none of them would recognize him, but still precautions had to be taken if the evil one was to killed and the mission to succeed.

Bending closer to his chest, the shadow man spoke into his hidden comm link notifying his comrades that the evil one had been found.

Respectfully submitted,
Kevin Thigpen
Lt(jg) Loren Landers
USS FEYNMAN CNS

[NRPG: The shadow man isn't the character that Joseph keeps referring to. I'm interested to see exactly who on the crew of the FEYNMAN he/she actually is. Well, Loren has spotted the target, now let's hope the backup catches up soon.]

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"Nature uses only the longest threads to weave her patterns, so each small
piece of her fabric reveals the organization of the entire tapestry."
---Richard Feynman

Is there evil in the universe?
---Anonymous
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USS FEYNMAN: A New Job in Security!

by Andrew Catterick 9-26-1997

SD:90926.1700
Scene: Security Office
MD: 9.1130
Team Zane

"Very well then," Security Manager Norm Wilson continued, "I’m going to keep you to together for now. Usually I like to put rookies with my more seasoned officers but we have a lot going on right now and I don’t want to spare them. So for now you’ll just be on patrol." He handed over a small civilian PADD. "Basically you just walk a fixed route both inside and outside the lodge. Each circuit should take no more than 2 hours and no less than an hour and 50 minutes. Keep to that schedule. And keep together I don’t want you guys taking turns taking naps while one of you patrols. You patrol together or you *both* get fired. Is that clear? Now any questions?" It was clear he didn’t want any.

Zane asked anyways. "You said there is a lot going on. Anything we should know about?"

"No." Wilson replied but feeling magnanimous today he gave a little away. "Some major inter-system conglomerate is having a meeting of its top people here. Apparently something almost blew up in their faces so they’re ‘interviewing’ the major players to see who they can blame. They don’t want word to get out as to what happened and they don’t want to have their competitors nosing about and digging up anything either. So most of the department will be keeping them away from the rest of the lodge population." He paused with a frown. "They were supposed to be here by now but they got stuck out on the main road by a freak avalanche. Its just about cleared so they should be here within the hour." Then, as he suddenly realized he was treating his new charges as the sentient life forms they had not yet proven themselves to be he quickly changed his tone and demeanor. "Now get out of here and try not to screw up…too much."

As they exited out into the main corridor Allard quipped, "Nice to have so much faith placed on us."

Zane nodded with a bemused smile. "Well at least he’ll probably leave us alone. And as security we can go just about anywhere without raising suspicion. And this will certainly come in handy." He raised the security pass key.

"Now what?" Allard asked.

"Let’s do a quick scan of Nicholas’ room as well as the meeting rooms to make sure there aren’t any presents waiting for them. And then…well I guess we start our patrol and wait for something to happen."

<<<NRPG>>>

Short I know…I’m suffering from a very frustrating bout of Writer’s block :(

Respectfully,
Andy

-- __________________________________________________________
-Captain Zane, Commanding, USS FEYNMAN
-Commodore Robert Steele, Commanding TF ZINDERNEUF
-Lieutenant Kurt Mitchell, Chief of Security, USS CALLISTO

USS FEYNMAN: Making Contact

by Kristen Gant 9-27-1997

Stardate: 90927.1355
Scene: Lodge
MD: 9.1400 (I wasn't sure what was going on with the MD in Kevin and
Joseph's posts.. I tried to get it back to where *I* thought it should be..
that, however, doesn't mean I'm right ;)
~Team Jenn~

Krysa and Flint sat on one of the overstuffed couches in the Lobby of the Lodge, drinking hot cocoa and trying to look as though they were relaxed and enjoying their 'vacation'. Flint had already talked to the main desk to get any lodge gossip .. he returned with disturbing news of a freak avalanche ..

Mary and Meleah were still following their quarry. But having heard from the counselor about half an hour ago that Nicholas had been spotted and was on his way to the Lodge, they thought it was a good idea to wait and keep an eye on their target. As well as an eye on anyone else who might be keeping an eye on that same target.

The Admiral .. no the Lieutenant .. Junior Grade.. walked in, grumbling as always. "He was so young .." Krysa breathed, admiring the younger version of the gruff CINC Silver. From her few experiences with the Admiral, she'd never gotten the impression that he had ever been *young*.

"Everyone was young once," Flint commented.

Krysa nodded with a grin, "Of course."

The young Nicholas and his entourage walked up to the lobby desk to check in. She couldn't take her eyes off him .. he looked so similar.. yet so different. It was a very strange thing.

Flint nudged her and they both took note of the suspicious looking man Mary and Meleah had been following. He was trying to hide the fact, but it was clear to Krysa that he was indeed following Nicholas. Mary and Meleah come a short distance behind him and headed toward the couch, doing a great job of looking as though they were just meeting up with friends as Meleah told them what they had been able to learn from the man.

Krysa was listening as she watched an interesting interaction take place between one of Nicholas' guards and the man Mary and Meleah had been following. Their eyes met and they nodded, deliberately, at each other. She raised an eyebrow .. certainly looked like some kind of signal to her!

She memorized the man's face as quickly as she could. With his dark, slick black hair, and angular jaw .. he would be hard to miss. He was of average height, with the broad shoulders of someone who kept in top condition .. definitely very much a security guard type.

"He's leaving .." Mary whispered. She'd been watching their original quarry. Krysa's eyes flickered to the suspicious looking man who seemed in much better spirits now as he turned and headed in the opposite direction from Nicholas. "Where do you think he's going."

"I'm not sure it matters," Krysa said. "He made his contact. Where did the man with the package go?"

"He was sitting down to a very large meal .. He will likely be in the bar for a while," Meleah commented.

Krysa nodded and told them about Nicholas' guard. "I don't suppose we can get a room up next to his can we?"

Flint shook his head, "No, the entire floor is booked .. and guarded. They've got him up in the VIP suites on the top floor."

"That's a lot of expense for one lowly junior lieutenant."

"Starfleet took this trial very seriously. They wanted nothing to go wrong," Flint remarked.

"So what's the known schedule for him?" Krysa asked.

"We don't know his every movement," Flint said, "Only the major ones. His arrival .. which by my calculation is already changed. There was never any special note taken of a delay .. let alone an avalanche here that might have caused a delay."

"So things have changed already?" Krysa asked lines marring her brow.

He nodded, "But from what I've picked up there no one was injured .. just delayed.."

That didn't do anything to help settle Krysa's mind. There were too many variables .. to many things that could go wrong. They had to be careful. "Time to check in with the Captain."

Regards,
Lt.Commander Krysa Jenn
OPS/2O, USS FEYNMAN

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.^. Kristen Gant
.-----' `-----. (AKA: Lt. Cmdr. Krysa Jenn, OPS/2O, USS FEYNMAN
| [##' `##] | Cmdr. Y'lonna Dyvian, XO, USS VICTORY
`---' __ `---' Capt. Gabriel Faison, XO, TF ZINDERNEUF
| .-' `. | Dr. Janna Swansen, CMO, USS PHOENIX
|' `| Lt. Faith Donaven, Inst., Camp Venture
Cdor. Ainese Kev, COMPA
Lt.(j.g.) Roana Shan, on temporary assignment
TF Zindernuef, Counseling Office)

http://homepage.interaccess.com/~sgant/Kris/kris.htm

USS FEYNMAN: Sorry We're Late

by Mike Dawe 9-27-1997

SD: 90927
MD: ?

The trip up the mountain pass had been made in a modified hoverbus that slid smoothly over the snow covered road. Skies and baggage tied to the roof it looked like a bunch of bored executives out for a winter break. The first bus had probably already arrived at the lodge and booked in. This second one was running late due to a faulty fan in the rear quarter. Lt Nicholas had managed to keep from laughing as one of the tribunal judges crawled under the vehicle and tinkered it into alignment.

It wasn't that the scene was funny. Just that Azariah never thought of senior officers as being anything other than senior officers. Not tinkerers, or ex-engineers, marines, doctors or what have you. *If I ever make it to the top things will be different*, was the totally unoriginal thought that he and every other junior officer had (at one time or another).

"It looks bad." A muffled voice yelled from under the hovers skirts.

"How bad?" The bored guard glanced down at the legs of the commodore, the only part of him visible.

"A tow and a machine shop is called for. Back blade slipped its alignment and wrapped itself half around a skirt bracket. We were lucky we were on a straight stretch. On the curves on these mountain roads it might have been a less even landing. But we had to punch it to miss the slide. Odd, they usually watch for and blow the drifts before they ever build up to avalanche."

The guard looked back 200 meters at a curve that skirted a long drop to a gorge below and shuddered. "Communicators are out in this narrow pass unless we get a satellite right overhead. I suppose we could wait for them to miss us . . ."

"Nonsense." The Captain was curt as she reached up onto the roof rack. "We have means of transportation right here."

"You're suggesting we ski out?" Azariah asked then belatedly added. "Sir?"

"We are at an altitude even with the chalet or even a little higher. The road drops down from here to where the resort is. A little cross country would be good for us, shake the cobwebs out." She nodded, tossing the Lt (jg) a pair of boots. "Lt., you will wait here for the rescue vehicle."

"My orders are to watch over . . . "

"I gave you those orders Lt. Now I am giving you new ones. Wait here and keep watch over our things. The evidence files in the vehicle are critical and I don't want to pack them all cross country. The Mr. Nicholas, myself, and Commodore Sheldon will make the trek and send back help."

As she said, so it went. The Captain cut the path followed by the Commodore (who still had an oil smear on one cheek) The lowly Lt (jg) brought up the rear. This was not his idea of fun, but then this was only a vacation in setting and facade. A Court Martial was never supposed to be 'fun'. His mind swept through all he had known and said as they glided through the silent forest. It brought a sort of peace as he breathed deep of the fresh air mixed with the scent of pine and a hint of distant smoke. 'If only I could save it.' He thought. 'Images, sounds, even tactiles can be recorded but scents are never quite right. And they say that scent is our strongest memory.' He took another deep breath and savored it.

They finally found themselves crossing the middle of a ski run and turned to follow it down to the resort. Unfortunately cross country skis do not make for the best downhill experience, especially if you are not that used to the change in style demanded. The Captain shot down easily enough but the Commodore and Azariah had a little more difficulty. Gravity did prevail and they all ended up at the bottom of a 'Green Run' only slightly the worse for wear.

"Hrmppf. And they call this entertainment?" Azariah asked as he tried to sort out his skies whose tips seem to have magnetized and attracted each other constantly. He didn't know much about skiing but he knew that the last three times the tips met he ended up eating snow.

"We'll get you proper skis for this type of run later." The captain replied. "Now keep in character, we are now at the lodge."

"I'll pass on the skis, Mrs Koray. Although the cross country . . . "

"Aha, a convert. We'll have you a regular ski bum by the end of this."

"May be my best career choice." he grumbled.

"Stop! Nothing of our business unless we are behind closed doors." The Commodore swiped some snow from his balding crown and shoved off towards the lodge. "Lets' check in and send back help for the Lt. I'll expect he is dead with worry by now."

<Flash change back to the vehicle>

His body tumbled down the embankment leaving little red patches as it bounced off of rocks. The two stared down after it and then returned to the business at hand. One deftly applied a small bean that scanned a holo taken of the recent victim. The prosthetics of the others face melded and shifted obediently and he soon was the spitting image of his recent victim. "I still don't know why the blade took so long to wrap. They should have died here."

"Times momentum fights us. You know this will not be easy. Each action will be fought and balanced. Chance will never go our way. But now, with you on the 'inside' we will hold the final card. And that is when we will play it."

"I know, I am the last trump. All shall end with me. If all others fail to stop or bring down the evil one then I shall." The clothes the Lt had worn were shrugged on and the imposter stepped back. "Well?"

"Ugly as the one you killed. How can they bear to look at themselves? Only HE manages to transcend his hideous outer being and show the beauty within."

"May HE bless us in our endeavor."

Together they intoned "In the Admirals name" before the one climbed into a small flitter and swooped off while the other took up position and waited to be 'rescued'.

<<<nrpg>>>
Side action and another baddy indicated.

my 2 cents for a bit. Cardiff next time.

mike--->watching and wondering which to write next

USS FEYNMAN: Captive

by Kevin Thigpen 9-28-1997

Stardate: 90928.1738
Scene: Outside main lodge house: Current location of Nicholas and party
MD: 9.1400----->9.1740(Hopes this fixes things Kristen :). )

Loren came to an abrupt stop, nearly falling over his skis in the process. Rubbing his nose, to warm up a bit, he opted to stand outside the lodge that Lt(jg) Nicholas and his party had just entered. Jenn's team had confirmed that they had picked up the watch on Nicholas inside the lodge building.

Even from this distance, he could sense Nicholas's sense of trepidation. Of course, this could easily be attributed to the fact that the junior grade Lt. was about to be involved in a major court-martial, under rather unusual circumstances. His emotional state was completely justified. The other two people with him, carried an air of confidence born of authority. They had to be 'higher ups'.

Dropping his skis off at equipment issue, Loren hung around outside and at the buildings on the periphery of the resort campus for a few hours scouring the incoming persons. *Anyone of them could be the one we're looking for.* Night was closing in, and people out on the slopes during the day were coming in for the night. Already the temperature was dropping rapidly.

Pulling his lodge staff jacket tighter around him, the counselor eyed carefully the people coming and going in and out of the various buildings on the resort campus.

Coming around the corner of a nearby building, Loren eyed a very familiar face, in some unfamiliar garb. Moving closer, Loren recognized Zane.

"How goes everything?" Loren said congenially. No one was nearby as far as Loren could tell, but he could easily feel the buildup in tension in the Captain, and opted not to reveal anything about who he or Zane really were.

Zane returned the comment with a cool stare. "Everyone in from the slopes? I'm just about to make another sweep of the area..." Loren listened and didn't listen to Zane because he could feel the Captain's tension, as if Zane wanted him to. He wasn't making any attempt to fight it down as he normally did. Not a soul that Loren could sense was nearby, yet he got the distinct impression that Zane wanted him to 'play along' with him for some reason; pretend to be just a lodge ski instructor and security guard.

Then, he felt the familiar tingle of a presence nearby, and another unfamiliar presence. The second being completely malevolent in nature. Zane's wrist comm crackled with Allard's voice.

["Got him, sir."] spoke the CSO in hushed tones. ["He was definitely watching the counselor and Nicholas come in. But I've rendered him unconscious for the moment. He was very interested in watching you guys speak to one another as well. Another thing too. He's definitely Fajurian."]

"Good job Mr. Allard. Secure him in the west power generator sub-station building. That's where we're likely to be undisturbed while we interrogate this man. Get back with me ASAP so that we can finish our rounds before our 'boss' catches us apart and think one of us is sleeping. Mr. Landers will watch the captive in the meantime."

["Aye, sir. Allard out."]

"Mr. Landers, we spotted someone following you as soon as Nicholas and his party arrived here. We had to wait until it got darker to catch him, but we've been keeping an eye on him for several hours now," explained Zane.

"Captain, I think there's something we should tell the other groups as well, especially Lt.Cmdr. Jenn's. Telepathy's going to useless against these Fajurians I believe. I didn't even sense that one's presence at all. I picked up Allard, but not the Fajurian until he was unconscious."

"Some sort of mind-shielding capability?"

"Most likely sir. Not exactly good for us."

Zane nodded grimly. "I'll notify the others. Get to the substation with the captive. Allard and I have to finish these rounds or risk blowing our covers."

Respectfully submitted,
Kevin Thigpen
Lt(jg) Loren Landers
USS FEYNMAN CNS

[NRPG: The captured Fajurian is not the same one that is mentioned in Mike Dawe's post. I think that one is gonna be a lot more difficult to locate now that he's impersonating a higher ranking officer. Looks like things are getting interesting now.]

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"Nature uses only the longest threads to weave her patterns, so each small
piece of her fabric reveals the organization of the entire tapestry."
---Richard Feynman

Is there evil in the universe?
---Anonymous
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USS FEYNMAN: Doubletalk

by Jason Bostjancic 9-20-1997

MD: 9.1750
Scene: Lodge Lounge

As the hours rolled by LtCmdr Koreth was becoming more and more impatient. It wasn't that he had a lack of respect for time, but more the skill of people watching was something he had yet to master. Even back when he held the security position it was an achillies heel. Everyone at the resort appeared to be suspicious and innocent at the same time.

Cmdr Maril made his way over to the window by which Tarrant sat. "I have just learned that one of our commrades has found what may be a key to our equations."

It took a moment for Tarrant to translate the double-speak they had been using when in public. So they had managed to find one of the saboteurs. "How big a key? Has it developed any of the unknown parameters?"

Maril was quick to answer. Tarrant theorized that the nature of the Tamarian's natural tounge was an advantage, "He wont be sure until a more detailed examination of the data can be performed."

The information passed on, the two officers fell quiet as they returned to watching those walk through the lounge. Stone and Jerran had excused themselves to the lobby in order to get the weather reports... and follow a lead.

"Maybe we should go up to our room and crunch a few numbers, doublecheck the safety factors, just to be sure."

While it seemed evident that their adversaries, with their fanatical nature, would have no problems eliminating Nicholas directly, that didn't completely remove the possible use of more technical devices - something Tarrant knew more about.

<NRPG>

Hopefully more to come...

Max, not sure just what direction you wanted team Maril to go so figured I'd open the door. Maybe us 'scientists' can get in a little trouble on a more technical level.... <G>

Respectfully,
Jason

USS FEYNMAN: (Team Maril) Following a Lead

by Joseph Baker 9-30-1997

SD: 90930.1231
MD: 9.1730 or so
Scene: Ski Lodge

LT Jerran looked down at his tricorder as he shimmied himself through one of the lodge's air ducts, with Major Flint in tow. About a half an hour ago, they had been scanning and had picked up a power source that was not normally found in a 24th century ski lodge. The sensor signal had taken the pilot and the temporal officer into the air ducts, which sort of reminded Jerran of crawling through the cramped confines of the Jefferies tubes on the FEYNMAN, except without as much space.

Major Flint was grunting as he tried to make his way through the duct. Jerran smiled and said, "I suppose you don't go through too many Jefferies tubes on your job, do you, Major."

"Not usually, LT, but I have done this a few times. Why, one of my first training assignments was to crawl through the Jefferies tubes of an old CONSTITUTION class starship looking for something that looked like it was temporaly out of place. Not too dissimilar from what we're doing now, actually."

"Did you find it? What was it?" Jerran asked as he glanced down at the tricorder before turning at a junction.

"Well, it turned out to be a tricobalt bomb, and I didn't find it in time, unfortunately, so the ship blew up. I did much better on my next training simulation where I had to stop a Klingon from sending 25th century weaponry to his 24th century grandfather, and thus stopped a civil war which would have probably torn apart the Klingon empire, causing the Cardassians to attack them much sooner, and allowing the Dominion to come in and take a large chunk of the Alpha quadrant."

"I think we're close to whatever it is we're looking for," Jerran said as the tricorder started beeping with a higher frequency. "It appears to be behind this panel."

Both officers stopped in front of the panel and looked at it for a moment. "Make sure you scan the panel itself to be certain that nothing will happen when you open it. That's the mistake I made on that CONSTITUTION."

"It doesn't appear to have anything attached to it. I'm also picking up the signature of a dampening field, but it looks like it's out of phase to properly dampen the signal of the power source in side."

"Just our luck," Flint said. The Major reached over and gently pulled on the handles, pulling the panel off. Inside was a box with a number of controls on it, in addition to tubes and wires running to various spots on it.

Jerran looked at his tricorder and said, "I don't think it's a tri-cobalt bomb. This is the dampening field here. Let's see if we can shut it off." The pilot reached over and touched a button on the box. A few of the lights went off on it as Jerran looked back to his tricorder. "It appears to be some sort of viral agent. The tricorder has no record of it, but the DNA scan seems to suggest that it's genetically engineered."

"If it goes off, it'll have a clear path throughout these ducts to the entire lodge, including the area where the trial is being held. Everyone will die. These people obviously have no respect for the timeline. This not only will destroy Nicholas's timeline, but will have unforeseable repurcussions."

Jerran nodded as he continued to scan the object. "We have to figure out a way of getting rid of this. The people who set it knew we had limited resources to do anything about it, so they didn't even bother setting up a transporter dampening field. If we could just get to a transporter, we could beam it up and scatter harmlessly into space. Phasers are out of the question becuase it would still release enough of the virus to kill us and anyone in the adjacent rooms."

"Can we just deactivate it?"

"It could be tricky. I'll go ahead and call the captain to appraise him of the situation."

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<NRPG>
Viral bombs, alien imposters running around, and one of our own crew
trying to stop us from saving the universe. Sounds like fun :)

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