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U.S.S. FEYNMAN NCC-66000
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USS FEYNMAN: Arrival/The Party

by Melanie Pocknall 5-2-1997

SD: 90502.0503
MD: 7.2000
SCENE: Main shuttlebay

Anxious parents were crowded into the shuttlebay, awaiting the arrival of their children. Although the mission had not been long, they had missed their children dreadfully.

Among the expectant parents was Meleah. She stood back from the others, trying to work out the emotions displayed by them. She could see that they all seemed to be overjoyed, displaying large smiles, and chattering amongst themselves. She wondered why it was that parents missed their children so much. It was definitely a human emotion that Meleah was yet to fully understand, although she was close. She had found that her quarters had not seemed so lively without Cadence in them. There had been no-one to greet her when she got off-duty, and that was something Meleah had grown used to. *Perhaps*, she thought, *this means that I missed her.* This thought pleased her but she didn't have a lot of time to dwell on it as the shuttle finally arrived and the children started pouring out of the hatchway.

A blur of blue ran out of the shuttle, heading straight for Meleah. As soon as Cadence reached her, she flung herself upon Meleah, crying "Aunty Mellie!!" Similar cries could be heard by the other children to their parents. "Guess what I've been doing?"

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MD: 9.1900
SCENE: 10-Forward

After two days of catching up with Cadence, Meleah decided it might be a good idea to take her to the party in 10-Forward. So Cadence, all nicely dressed up, accompanied Meleah to 10-Forward, where the former was admired by various crew members. However, when Cadence saw Jerran, she bolted from Meleah's side over to where he stood.

She tugged on his clothes, and said, "Hello."

<Joseph?>

Meanwhile, seeing that Cadence was in good hands, Meleah made her way over to where the band was setting up. Tarrant was already there, tuning up his violin. Meleah sat down beside him and proceeded to tune hers.

As soon as the music started, there were a few people who got up and danced. Somehow, Cadence even got Jerran to dance with her. After a while, Meleah noticed Krysa dancing with Jerran, and then with Zane. The way that the Captain and the Cmdr were dancing suggested to Meleah a style that was quite intimate...

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NRPG:

Just establishing that Meleah's at the party with the little whirlwind called Cadence.

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

Melanie

USS FEYNMAN: A Funny Thing Happened To Us On Cait...

by Michael "Mike" Dailey 5-2-1997

SD: 90502.2130
SCENE: Cait, capitol city. In a casino-club a few blocks from the Federation Consulate

> "Ohhh...you're not leaving already." Ma'reth spoke into Loren's ear as
> the last of his winnings made it's way into his pockets.
>
> "Still lots to see around here. Don't want to miss a thing," stated Loren
> in return. The Orion smiled and for a moment seemed to captivate Loren
> with her sensuality. Round hips, and a more than ample frame, not too
> large nor small.
>
> "Trust me, you won't miss...a thing," she said seductively as she leaned
> forward, closer to his face.
>
> "Come on Loren!" Allard's sharp voice rang out of the mixtures of noises
> that seemed to fill the room. J.C. had noticed the Nausicans standing at
> the rear of the room conversing and glancing ever so quickly in Loren's
> direction as the Counsellor's winning streak became more and more obvious.
> He had also seen the same beautiful Orion girl speaking to them as they
> entered the establishment. For now, their interest in the FEYNMAN officers
> was casual. Hopefully, that wouldn't change.
>
> Loren was dully aware of a slight throbbing in his head, but reached for his
> bottle and devoured the last drop of real, non-synthahol Jack Daniels, dated
> 2263. He considered the merits of staying and leaving, but choose to stay.

Together J.C. and Tarrant maneuvered over to the swaying form of Ens. Landers, wrapped in the snug embrace of the Orion ‘Entertainment’ Director. Each seized one of the doleful Counsellors’ arms, attempting to liberate him from captivity, much to his disappointment. At first, J.C. was not quite sure who resisted more, Ma'reth or Loren. *Ah, more fuel to grill you with, Loren. I'll save this for a rainy day.* thought J.C.

Ma'reth finally gave up and lost interest in Loren, who slumped happily into a nearby chair. Far from defeated, mere seconds passed before she sauntered over to Tarrant Koreth. Focusing her powers on the FEYNMAN CEO, she threw her arms around the Klingon’s torso. J.C. unsuccessfully tried to hide a few snickering laughs,

“What’s your hurry, boys?” asked the Mistress. “Especially you, Mr. Klingon”.She kneaded her green hands over Taraent’s shoulders. Bringing her mouth to his ear, she whispered inaudible words to that only he could hear.

“Seems you have your hands, er... full, <snicker>.“ J.C. motioned to the Counsellor, “Come on, Loren. Perhaps we should leave Tarrant and his..er friend alone.” Loren stood, reached for his glass, empty for quite some time now. Unhappily he set it back down, looking for a refill.

“How about ‘nother round Justin? MY TREAT.” Loren stood, and reached inside his jacket for a few strip of latinum, but began to loose balance. Tottering a bit himself, J.C. braced the Counsellor upright, so as not to become horizontal.

“PERHAPS you two would like to WALK back up to the FEYNMAN”, growled the CEO. The mistress released her hold on Tarrant,

“You’re too loud,” said Ma'reth. Dismayed for a few seconds, she turned to direct her energies toward the last of the trio, J.C. Allard. Still supporting Loren from becoming a fixture of the floor, all while tottering a bit himself, J.C. tensed as the seductress ran her long fingers through the CSO’s short trimmed hair.

“Justin, <snicker>“ said Loren, “I didn’t think she was your type.” She nudged Loren back into the chair, landing with a thud. Tarrant took amused note of J.C.’s misfortune, but decided to help, after a few minutes of torture. Taking hold of her hands, the Klingon removed J.C. from her grasp. Not ready to give up, she ignored Tarrant and tried to scoop up the CSO again. Tarrant brought Ma'reth's arm up behind her, causing her to struggle and throw quite a tantrum.

“Leave me be!” roared J.C. “I don’t want any of your...” he stopped as his eyes rested again on two Nausician ‘employees’ of the fine establishment, apparently angered that someone had mishandled their co-worker. "I hate to break up this party," said J.C. pointing to the Nausicians, "but it's time to leave. NOW!" He propelled Loren towards the front doors, trailing right behind. Looking back, he saw Tarrant had set Ma'reth into a chair and was on his way.

"Let's make our way back to the Federation Consulate, and beam back up to the FEYNMAN.” said Koreth.

“You’re right,” agreed J.C. “We should probably avoid EPSILON.” The set off walking the main commerce centre of Cait’s capitol city, but only made it a few steps as J.C. halted, grabbing his comrades’ arms to stop them.

“Look across the street,” said J.C. “Coming this way” He looked towards the pair of Marine MP’s, with MK-VII rifles in hand. Both were typical grunt Marines, a lot of pride, and very full of themselves, though J.C. The senior of the two, a MSGT, had the cocky attitude of a recruiting poster Marine. His partner, a short, stocky PFC. Both wore the black armbands with the bold white MP letters showing.

"Now the Nausicans won't follow," said Loren. They were safe from the locals, for now.

"Halt! You three, stand to!" bellowed the MSGT. J.C. laughed to himself for a second. Tarrant, Loren, and himself WERE officers. Inter-service rivalry was far from a thing of centuies past. He glanced at Koreth, who nodded approval. They reached for their respective ID cases, J.C. noticed the PCF tightened his grip on his rifle.

"We're on leave from the FEYNMAN" said Koreth. They handed their ID's to the MSGT, who casually gave a quick glance at them with disinterest.

"The Federation Consulate has been closed, and all 'Fleet personnel were ordered off-planet an hour ago."

"SIRS!", J.C. finished for him, thinking how he would add colour to the NCO's life if assigned to his command. Koreth shook his head. A glance at Loren said the Counsellor knew J.C. was in one of his moods...

"Yeah...." The MSGT laughed out loud. "Sirs." Koreth spoke with irritation evident to a blind man.

"Sergeant, we were..." Koreth couldn't finish. The MSGT brought his own rifle to bear, with the PFC following a half-second later.

"Keep quiet, you" He poked Koreth with his rifles muzzle. J.C. was mildly shocked the Marine was still standing afterwards.

"You're all under arrest for violating the Consulate's orders." He motioned for the PFC to search and disarm them. When he got to J.C., the CSO took a step back, but was sharply nudged in the side by the Master Sergeant's rifle.

"Stand still boy. You're not going anywhere." The rifle in his side didn't hurt J.C. nearly as bad as the Master Sergeant's jaw and gut did from the impact of J.C.'s fists. Of course, all hell naturally broke loose...

Submitted,
Mike Dailey
splatter2@qtm.net

******** * NRPG * ********

Hello all! Of course we couldn't leave without getting into a LITTLE trouble... resisting arrest, striking a non-commissioned officer... Wow, what fun! Yes I finally got this one out, and apologize for the delay. Jason and/or Kevin take it away!

as always,
Cheers!

USS FEYNMAN: BrOT, Second Part

by Max Felsher 5-5-1997

SD 90505.0130(GMT)
SLD 4.1820
SCENE: Holodeck 3

Maril watched with interest as Ensign Landers reacted to the situation in the Bridge Officer's Test. Once he was satisfied with Landers's performance, he said, "Computer, freeze program."

Landers looked up from the Ops console and stood up, not saying anything.

"Well, Ensign, that was a good solution to the situation. Perhaps you should have reacted to the saboteur more quickly, however. Computer, begin Bridge Officer's Test, Section: Helm."

The Feynman's bridge remained, but it seemed like Landers was transplanted to the helm console. At the same time, Maril disappeared.

"Mr. Landers, ahead full impulse," the holographic Maril, next to Zane, ordered. "Mr. Allard, keep on the lookout for enemy ships. Commander Jenn, keep up a constant communications link with the other ships in the convoy escort."

All three officers, real and holographic, replied, "Aye, sir," as they followed their orders. Nothing significant happened over the next ten minutes. Landers was able to ascertain that the holo-Feynman was part of an escort for a convoy of Andorian freighters that had sensitive emergency supplies for several starving colonies. Unfortunately, the convoy had to pass near Xanthadi space. The Feynman was positioned about halfway down the length of the convoy.

"Captain," Jenn started, "the lead escort reports that they are picking up a group of Xanthadi ships."

"They're almost within sensor range," Allard said. "Yes, I have them. Six Xanthadi attack cruisers and ten Xanthadi raiding scouts. The scouts are ahead of the cruisers."

Landers noticed the ships on his console and quickly sized up the odds. They were not in the escort's favor. There were seven capital ships and eight armed runabouts, but the escort could not stray very far, while the Xanthadi could move as they pleased.

"Stay close to the convoy, Mr. Landers. Don't let any of the Xanthadi get between us and the ships in the convoy," Zane said, not letting a trace of fear enter his voice.

"Sir, a Xanthadi attack cruiser is nearing us. They're weapons are powered up, and so are their shields. They'll be within weapons range in thirty seconds."

"Lock phasers and photon torpedoes," Zane said. "Be ready to fire as soon as they do."

"They're within weapons range. They are firing on one of the freighters. The freighter's shields have fallen to about 60%."

"Fire when ready."

"Firing phasers and photon torpedoes. Hit on their shields, which are down to 80%. Minor damage to the ship."

"Fire at will, Mr. Allard," Zane ordered. "Mr. Landers, maneuver us directly between the cruiser and the freighter."

"The Xanthadi are firing." The lights went dim for a second and the ship shook, but the Feynman regained control of herself soon after. "Shields are down to 75%. Returning fire, sir."

There was a pause and then the whole bridge seemed to bob up and down.

"What was that, Lieutenant?" Maril asked incredulously.

"it seems that the last shot...destroyed the Xanthadi cruiser."

"How is that possible?"

'It was either sabotage or suicide, sir. The ship showed no signs of weakness before."

"Captain," Jenn reported, "we are receiving reports from the other ships. The second escort ship and one of the runabouts have been disabled, as have three of the freighters. Another freighter has an imminent warp core breach. The fighting is still going on around the other ships."

"How long until the freighter's warp core loses containment?" Maril asked quickly.

"Approximately thirteen minutes, sir."

"Are there any ships in the escort that are closer?" Zane said.

"The third escort is closer. However, it is engaged with an attack cruiser and a scout, and its shields are down to 45%," Allard answered.

"Well, then I guess we have to rescue it," Zane said calmly. "Mr. Landers, set course for the freighter, full impulse. Bridge to transporter rooms. Prepare to beam up the crew of the freighter."

"Sir, we're within visual range of the freighter, the _Stripe_," Allard said.

"On screen, Lieutenant," Maril ordered. The long freighter appeared on the screen. There was certainly damage to the ship, although it did not look serious.

"This is Captain Zane of the USS Feynman to the Stripe. Please respond."

A voice answered. [I am Captain Midel of the Stripe. We require your assistance, Feynman. We need to get all of our people and as much of our cargo off the ship before the core breach.]

"Is your ejection system operational?" Zane asked.

[No. It is offline and beyond repair.]

"Alright. We're starting to beam your people off, but we'll have to get your ship out of this area before the antimatter loses containment."

[Thank you, Feynman. Stripe out.]

Zane turned to Maril. "How long will it take to beam their entire crew and cargo off?"

Maril turned to his console and then looked back at Zane. "There are less than thirty people in the crew. If we use all of our personnel transporters, it will take less than two minutes. However, there is a great deal of cargo. That will take at least thirty minutes, even with all of our cargo transporters."

Zane nodded. "We can't wait that long. Get all of the crew aboard, then tractor the ship and set a course towards the front end of the convoy. We'll beam aboard as much of the cargo as we can before we let the freighter go."

Minutes later, the freighter's crew was entirely onboard the Feynman and they had set a course for the front of the convoy, with the Stripe in tow.

"Captain," Allard began, "sensors are picking up a group of five Xanthadi attack cruisers heading for the convoy."

"Understood, Lieutenant."

"Are we going to reverse course, sir?" Maril asked with suspicion in his voice.

"No, Commander, we'll keep on this course, except for one major change-- we're going right between those five ships and leaving the freighter there."

MD: 9.1930
SCENE: Ten-Forward

Maril (the real Maril) sat at a table far back from where the main throng of people was socializing. It was not that he wanted to avoid the people, just that he was not particularly interested in this type of socialization. However, as the FO, he could not simply stay in his quarters. So, he had gotten some food and found a table that was remote enough to escape notice and close enough to not look secluded.

He sipped some of his syntheholic Andorian brandy. How was he to last through the party?

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

NRPG: Well, Kevin, here's your next section. Only two more to go.