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<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Doing Some Research</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by | |||
Kevin Sherrod Thigpen 2-14-1997</h4> | |||
Stardate: 90214.0211<br> | |||
Scene: Main Shuttlebay<br> | |||
MD: 4.1600<br> | |||
Leaving his office for a while had felt good. Between talking with Dr. | |||
Pasteur and pouring over the available data on the Xanthandi, tired would | |||
be an understatement. | |||
Loren rechecked the sealed cylinders' small vis-screen to make sure that | |||
the nanite 'doctor' and his associates were all present and accounted for. | |||
Reaching into his pocket he also made sure he still had the smaller | |||
palm-sized cylinders Glin'kharr had given him in case he needed something | |||
more concealable. | |||
"YES, WE ARE STILL HERE STUPID. OF COURSE IT'S NOT LIKE WE ARE GOING | |||
ANYWHERE IN THIS %$#* SMALL TUBE. YOU HUMAUNOIDS REALLY HAVE A PROBLEM | |||
BEING HOSPITABLE, AND PERSONALLY...." | |||
Loren shut off the vis-screen and audio projection. | |||
The tinny metallic voice the universal translator approximated for the | |||
nanite doctor's voice was just about as annoying as the doctor himself. | |||
*Must take after Glin'kharr* playfully thought Loren. | |||
Nevertheless, the little creatures were quite crafty and would be | |||
invaluable on the upcoming mission. | |||
Several team members were milling about, making last minute checks on | |||
the equipment. Like Loren, their standard issue Starfleet uniforms had | |||
been exchanged for more appropriate attire. | |||
The dark colors of the ensemble made Loren as well as the rest of the team | |||
members look like pirates, or some other scum of the galaxy. They'd fit | |||
right in were they were going. | |||
["Attention main shuttlebay."] | |||
Loren recognized the familiar voice of Cmdr. Maril. | |||
["Team 2, we've got a target for you."] | |||
Nothing else needed saying. The alert klaxons went off and the lighting | |||
went to red alert status. The milling about stopped. Team members went | |||
to their duties. | |||
Loren made for the NOGURA and once inside stationed himself in the | |||
hatchway to the command module. Jerran had the foresight to give him a | |||
little piloting training but not let him anywhere near a navigation | |||
console. Good counselors didn't make for good pilot is what Loren had | |||
heard. | |||
Respectfully submitted,<br> | |||
Kevin Thigpen<br> | |||
Ens. Loren Landers<br> | |||
USS FEYNMAN CNS<br> | |||
[NRPG: So we have a target now. Oh boy, things are going to get rough | |||
now.] | |||