USS Feynman OCT 1996

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

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USS FEYNMAN: Maril Finally Arrives

by Max Felsher 10-1-1996

SD 81001.0240

Ensign Lee is the only one not somewhat apprehensive. After all, the last few times, he had had to climb a mountain on Vulcan, stay close to some Merfolk so he could breathe, and countless other things. He didn't doubt that this simulation was equally unique. He wasn't disappointed....

Holodeck 3

Maril found himself in a strange room with water in the middle. As he surveyed the room, he saw a bust of himself. It looked rather good. Stepping over to it, he noticed a stall, apparently for changing.

He walked into it, finding a piece of clothing. How it was supposed to be worn, however, was a mystery. Then he noticed an image of himself wearing the "toga(?)". After undressing, he tried several ways to put it on, none of which worked. Finally, he got it right, although it still looked very silly.

Maril stepped back out of the stall, but, to his surprise, he found himself in a large circular roofless theater, like those of ancient Rome. In fact, this probably was Roman--the Coliseum if he remembered his Earth history correctly. And this was where gladiatorial combats took place. Gladiatorial combats? Maril swallowed. He hadn't expected to have to fight.

As he shifted back to reality and out of his thoughts, Maril heard a sound--jeers and boos.

"RIDE OR DIE, barbarian!" a familiar voice cried. Since Maril didn't feel like dying, he looked to see what he might ride, but only found a wooden platform with wheels on the sides attached to some horses. He could see some more elaborate devices--they looked like eskolias--at the other end of the track. Perhaps the Romans didn't want another eskolia destroyed. <NRPG:The eskolia is the Tamarian version of the chariot.> The jeers were getting louder.

"Ride, barbarian!" the call came again. So, Maril did the only thing he could do. He stepped onto the piece of wood...

And the horses took off. It was all he could do to hold onto the reins as the horses sped towards the opposite end.

If this had continued the way it was, Maril might have been fine. However, as the horses kept running, the reins in Maril's hands began to tear. Soon they would totally rip apart and Maril would probably lose control and go crashing into the sides of the track(hopefully, the holodeck safeties were online.)

So, Maril did something he had never done before. He gathered all of his strength into one leap from the wood to one of the horses.

However, he found that he had barely caught onto the horse's flanks. Painfully, he pulled himself onto its back, and just lay there for about thirty seconds catching his breath.

Suddenly, the horse stopped and a guard led him into the main structure of the Coliseum.

After a moment or so, Maril reached a large buffet room where one could see the field of combat. Many of the senior officers, also in togas, had already come to the room and were sampling the food or watching the gladiators.

"So, you've arrived, sir," Jerran called out.

"Yes, I have, though I think it was only because of Ilabi's eyesight. Who is yet to come?"

"Let's see: Lieutenant Glin'kharr and Ensign Lee are the only ones left."

"Who was that person who said, 'RIDE OR DIE, barbarian!'? The voice sounded familiar."

"Oh, you don't know," Koreth smiled. "That was the great emperor Bat." A guard outside the room made a meancing gesture towards Koreth. "Excuse me, his High Exaltedness, Emperor Bat the First, Conqueror of the World." The soldier relaxed and Maril smiled. He strode over to see who the next "competitor" would be.

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

NRPG: You know, I think we actually did once have mission briefings in the Observation Lounge, way back when. You young ones have it too easy. I used to pilot shuttlecrafts 10000 light-years--in blinding plasma storms! And none of these new-fangled D-warp shuttles either! <BG>