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U.S.S. FEYNMAN NCC-66000 February 1996 Posts

USS FEYNMAN: NOGURA Medical Emergency

by Joseph Baker 2-1-1996

SD: 80201.0811
MD: 1.1445
Setting: Runabout NOGURA

[Do you have enough power to beam up Meril] asked Cmdr. Zane over the comlink.

"Affirmative," answered the councilor. Jerran shot her a surprised look for not even bothering to consult him on the matter. He wasn't too happy about introducing a foreign virus onto the runabout and running the risk of getting both he and Jenn killed, but if they didn't, Meril could die.

Jerran tapped his badge and said, "We're going to have to beam two of you up, Commander, so that the other can help Meril. Regulations clearly dictate that during a contaminant situation..."

[I don't care about the situation, Ensign! Beeam up Meril and Fobok now!]

"Aye, sir," Jerran said, obviously not happy with the situation. He turned to Jenn and said, "Beam them to the aft compartment, but make sure the containment field is in place first, along with sealing the hatches."

She nodded as she tapped in the control sequence to lock onto Meril and Fobok. After a moment, the transporter whined into life as the two officers materialized in the aft compartment.

"Keep an eye on that containment field, Jenn. With what little power we have, it could go off at a moments notice."

"And what if it does? What will we do then, Terri?"

He looked down at his console and said in a calm and matter of fact way only a Vulcan could master, "Regulations are very clear on these matters, Krysa, and you know that. We'd have to jettison the aft compartment."

Krysa was surprised at the passionless tone with which he said this, especially after the emotional scene she had witnessed and felt not more than a couple of hours before.

"Jerran to away team. Do you want us to beam you up now, or will you be looking around some more down there?"

<NRPG>
I never recieved a post from Kristen saying what happened on the way to the moon, so when I got the other posts, I just assumed we made it there without running into the Feynman or any other ships :)

Away Team: If you decide to beam up to the runabout now, Jerran will try and remind you again about regulations concerning the jettisoning of the aft compartment should the containment field fail. That's what he was going to say when he was cut off by Zane. <G> You can either let him warn you then or cut him off again and find out later. It's all the same to me <G>

Respectfully Submitted,
Ensign Jerran Terel
FCO/Taxi Driver
USS FEYNMAN
aka Joseph Baker
jobaker@chuma.cas.usf.edu

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* Daisemi'in rhhaensuriuu * Of the chief parts of the Ruling            *
* meillunsiateve * Passion, only this can be truly                      *
* rh'e Mnhei'sahe yie ahr'en: * said:                                   *
* Mnahe afw'ein quii; * Hate has a reason for everything,               *
* rh'e hweithnaef * But love is unreasonable.                           *
* mrht Hes'he ehl'ein quii.                                             *
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* Joseph W. Baker                                                       *
* Physics Major, College of Arts and Sciences                           *
* University of South Florida                                           *
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USS FEYNMAN: Reaching the Ship

by Max Felsher 2-2-1996

SD 80203.0130
MD 1.1530
Runabout Nogura

"Approaching the Feynman," Ensign Jerran called out to the crew and passengers of the Nogura.

"Containment field holding at 80%," Lt.<jg> Jenn reported.

"The Feynman is hailing. I'm opening a channel," Jerran said.

[Hello, Nogura. Report on your situation,] Commander Paxwax ordered.

"Commander Zane, Ensign Fobok and Ensign McGivers remained at the moonbase to investigate more thoroughly, Captain. Commander Zane can tell you more, sir. It appears that the away team contracted a virus which they were able to find an antidote to. However, Commander Maril was involved in an accident and was contaminated to a great extent. We are carrying Commander Maril and CPO Desfleurs with us. I assume I'll report on our section of the mission once we get on board, sir."

[Understood, Ensign. We'll beam Maril directly to Sickbay. Feynman out.] As Maril was weaving in and out of consciousness, he was beamed to Sickbay. Dr. Tok was standing over him, looking over the readings. They didn't look good.

"Nurse Sihl, 2 cc's of veroglycite, please." The Bolian injected it into Maril's blood. There was some improvement, but not much.

"Hmmm. I'm going to go into my office and try to find an answer. Notify me the moment anything changes," Tok ordered.

As he stepped into his office, the ship shook. Maril moaned, "Ahhh...Tragrives Delta, mouth of Rectol River, flowing into the Sea of Acten." "I guess I will have to work a little more quickly," Tok remarked.

The sun has met the sea,
Lt. Commander Onta Maril,
Second/Operations Officer, USS Feynman,
aka Max Felsher

NRPG:
All:Just trying to move along. Just some information. I made it up, but you should probably know anyway. The Tamarian religious philosophy(or part of it) is that life is a river. The source is birth and the mouth is death. When a Tamarian is born, he/she is given a "life river". When they die, their body is put at the source and left to float to the sea. So, Maril's moan about the delta, etc. was sort of a statement of nearing death. Not that he is(he just thinks that he is. ;) )

Lysle:If you kill Maril, you're going to be in big trouble! ;) Oh, I hope you've read the short medical section of Maril's bio. The main thing that you have to worry about is that his blood type is rare even for Tamarians. I believe it is "River of Acseli".

USS FEYNMAN: Away Team

by Andrew Catterick 2-2-1996

SD: 80203.0000
MD: 1.1615
Scene: MoonBase, CIC

Ensign McGivers turned to Commander Zane with satisfaction. "I've finished my analysis and am ready to give you a preliminary report. You'll be happy to know that it ties in with the events that affected both the FEYNMAN and the NOGURA.

That last part really got Zane's attention. "Excellent ensign, proceed."

"Perseid V was terraformed by the Briglen several thousand years ago. After the new environment stabilized they seeded the planet with a primitive race that they had transplanted from a dying world. Apparently one of the Briglen world's had accidently triggered some sort of ecological disaster and felt it was their duty to save the indigenous race by taking such dramatic actions. This room we are in was built to keep a watchful eye on the developments of Persei V. After several centuries it was decided that the inhabitants were viable so the Briglenians returned to their home system leaving this observation base on a sort of computer watch. Their last action before leaving, however, was to set up a security system based in the asteroid field to keep intruders out."

"Good work ensign. That does answer alot of our questions but it also leaves us with a rather puzzling mystery."

"Sir?" McGivers had been to engrossed in her work to see the obvious.

"Well the fact that the Perseins built this moon base means they had achieved a technology that was at least the same level as 21st century Earth.

"Yes sir, that much is certain."

"Where did they go?"

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Scene: Moonbase beamdown point

Zane, Fobok, McGivers and Charles stood in the standard transport stance. They all quietly considered the question Zane had posed.

"Zane to FEYNMAN, four to beam-up."

<<<NRPG>>>

Just a quick one cause its late....

Joesph: Can you add the newsgroup to your mailing list (alt-star...@news.news.demon.net)

Respectfully submitted,
LT.CMDR Zane

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==== LT.Tarsa Rogers CEO USS TESLA                                    ====
==== LT.CMDR Zane XO/FO USS FEYNMAN                                   ====
==== LT.CMDR Nigel Brock ALB INSTRUCTOR HOLODECK 18                   ====
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==== Andy Catterick St. Catharines, Ontario                           ====
==== acatteri@freenet.npiec.on.ca Canada                              ====
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USS FEYNMAN: Meeting with CinCSILVER cont

by Mike Dawe 2-4-1996

> Zane paused for a few seconds there were many candidates amongst the senior staff too choose from. "I'd like to promote
> Lieutenant junior grade Krysa Jenn to the position sir." > > That one surprised the admiral. He looked down to the viewscreen quickly. "Your ship's counsellor?" > > "Yes sir. The lieutenant and I have spent the past month conducting the Command Officer's Tests. > She has recently passed with one of the highest marks ever. But it is more to it than that. I > believe she will provide a vital balance to the command structure. My strength is SEC/TAC, > Maril's is science and computers, Jenn's is diplomacy and psychology. By having the three of us > in he senior positions I believe we are best equipped to face any contingency." Zane sat back in > his chair. > > The admiral thought for a moment. "Those are your decisions Commander?' > > "Yes sir and I stand by them."

Azariah met the young officers eyes and there was a tense moment of silence. Then the Admiral snorted and nodded. "Good, I want you to be comfortable with your team and the best way for that to happen is for you to choose them yourself. Only problem is that Counsellors are few and far between so Jenn is going to have to pull double duty until starfleet digs us up another one. I might also recomend you give here the bump to full Lt. but the new regs allow she can stay as is and still fill the spot. Your call."

Zane pulled out his PADD and tapped a few notes in as the Admiral continued. "Your previous mission has been called short due to a more disturbing trend closer to home." The ships roster on the viewscreen display was replaced by the local starmap. "The Bismark is here." A system shone for a moment. "Investigating what appears to be a natural phenomena working its way through space." The map showed a track of systems . . . heading right at Cait.

"Do you want us to assist the Bismark?" Asked the new Commander.

"No, they have a fine crew and should be able to handle that end. But note this data and then add this." A red zone flared on another border of the Epsilon domain. "The Pearson was destroyed with a huge loss of its crew compliment during contact with an emerging space civilization. Indicators show that they may have had outside help. Then there is this."

Another flare on another side of the Epsilons globe of influence. "The Kzinti have chose this time to offer treaty negotiations. The Andromeda and the Regent are currently inside their territorial borders. This is following an all out attack on Epsilon some months ago."

Zane nodded slowly. He had heard of the battle and seen the aftermath. But he had not seen all these other details put on a map at the same time. Epsilon sat in a ring of hotspots. There were blank spots here and there but the trend was easily seen. "I take it you have a new mission for us then?"

"Saratoga is off doing a first contact here." Another flare in one of the blank areas. "And the Endeavour on a diplomatic mission. That leaves this area." A large hand gestured to the last blank area on the map. "A little more to th galactic south than your crew was. It is still deep space and mostly mapped by old survey probes decades ago. Nothing was noted then beyond basic system data."

"If there is nothing happening there then why are we being sent?" The Commander dearly wished this was not another milkrun shakedown cruise.

"You are going because it is quiet there, too quiet. All this other border activity makes me wonder why nothing ever comes out of there." The grey eyebrows furrowed for a moment. "There are a few other details I haven't mentioned. One Captain has hypothesized a revolution from within. Another is looking into the possibility of some disgruntled ex members of SFIA making trouble for profit. There was an murder attempt on me a couple of weeks ago but it was bungled. They didn't catch the assassin though."

Zane nodded, he had noted the slightly incresed security in the outer office. "So what are we going out to look for, enemies from within or without?"

"Neither, that's not our charter. You are going out to explore some previously uncontacted planets and make basic assessments of any and all life found. Just keep your eyes open to see if there is anything that has a broader scope that might add to my little map."

<<<nrpg>>> Hokay, a broad spectrum of missions present themselves all starting with basic exploration and first contact. If you want more details then continue this meeting otherwise you have some announcements for your crew and a new start.

mike--->I love being admiral _sometimes_ mdawe@islandnet.com