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USS FEYNMAN: An Easy Escape?

by Kristen Gant 1-1-1997

Stardate: 90101.1439
Scene: The Wall
MD: 10.1915

Krysa looked out from under the table. Her eyes widened as she spotted the Captain, dressed in a beer stained Tuxedo punching a very tall Bolian. Zane seemed to have the upper hand, yet the Bolian refused to fall.

Krysa moved carefully out from under the table, still on hands and knees and reached out grabbing the Bolian's left foot and jerking quickly. The Bolian tumbled to the ground and Krysa jumped to her feet to avoid being crushed under him.

"I thought you and Meleah were shopping," he said throwing a very drunk Ferengi out of his way.

"We were," she grinned back stepping to avoid the falling Ferengi.

The circle of Feynman officers was moving closer to the exit when the first of the Marines entered the establishment. Bat roared, "The back way!"

Krysa found herself stepping over fallen bodies as they moved back in the direction they had come. Heading toward the back didn't seem to be quite as difficult as going toward the front as most of the bodies were already down.

A slender Kzinti suddenly rose up from the floor in front of Krysa and she roughly kicked up, her knee connecting with his chin, with a loud crack. The Kzinti sunk back to the floor and Krysa stepped over him, continuing to move back in the direction Bat had motioned to.

"Halt!" she heard marines yelling from the front of the bar. A gentle push from behind kept her moving and soon a bright light shown through a door not to far ahead. She ran through it quickly, happy to find several of her crewmates already waiting in the service hallway behind the bar.

"Do we have everyone?" Ens. Landers called.

"I think so," Bat said. The group as a whole turned and began to run down the hallway. As they rounded a corner the officers of the USS FEYNMAN ran face first into a contingent of three Starfleet marines with Stun rifles pointed at them. So much for an easy escape, Krysa thought.

Regards,
Lt. Krysa Jenn

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NRPG: Sorry guys, I couldn't resist :} Don't know who else is with me and Ens. Landers and Bat, but I'm assuming most everyone :}:}

Kristen & Scott Gant
http://homepage.interaccess.com/~sgant/gant.htm

USS FEYNMAN: A Few Changes(and a trip to Security Central)

by Max Felsher 1-1-1997

SD: 90101.2300
MD: 10.1930

He sat in an armchair next to a glass table. His parents had sent him Jeckalla's Gaze Across the Ocean, a novel by a respected author from Motuxi, Maril's home planet. For some reason his parents had thought he would like it. He had let it sit there for a few weeks without touching it. Now that he was reading it, though, it was actually quite good. Of course, it was hard adjusting back to full Tamarian, but Maril was understanding the plot.

He looked up from the book as the door chimed. "Enter," he said, standing up.

The doors opened and WO Bellad Jafel, Maril's aide, walked through. Maril's smile turned into a skeptical frown as he saw a traveling bag slung over Bellad's shoulder. "Are you going somewhere, Jafel?" Maril said, putting a bookmark in the book and placing it on the table.

Bellad smiled uneasily. "I'm leaving for Bajor. My mother became ill about a week ago. I have to check on her, and make sure she can take care of herself."

Maril nodded thoughtfully. "Well, I'm sorry to lose you, Jafel. Do you think you will be able to come back?"

Bellad shrugged. "I can't really know until I get to Bajor. I'll see what I can do, though."

Maril extended his hand. "Until we both see the mountain."

Bellad grasped it and shook his hand. "May the Prophets guide you."

With that, Bellad turned slowly and stepped back through the doors.

Maril sighed and picked the book back up. He would have to find a new aide, at least for the time being.

Laying aside the book, Maril sat down at the table, in front of a standing console. "Computer, link me to a subspace beacon to the Tamarian Union, towards the planet Tyul IV."

<Link forming.>

After a few seconds, a computer voice stated, <Jesen who traveled, say in the elbin's voice the owl.>

"Azelti Maril and Perun Tuelchi."

Within minutes, the smiling form of Maril's mother appeared. "First ray of light, Onta!" Perun said happily.

"Sunrise, mother." The conversation turned to happenings back on Motuxi and around the Federation, and other news. Finally, though, his mother had to cut off the connection, although he did ask her to send some Tamarian music to load into the Feynman database.

Turning the console off, Maril smiled and grabbed the book. He turned to the page he had been on, and started reading. Rikabo searched the abandoned house on the beach. Suddenly, a noise caught his attention....

[Epsilon Security to Lieutenant Commander Onta Maril. Would you please report to Starbase Security Central.]

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

NRPG:
First of all, happy New Year, everyone!

I just hope you guys don't get into too much trouble at the Wall. I have a vision of Maril having to go to the SB Epsilon brig to clear all of you. :)

And eek in what array that they were inne:
And at a knight than wol I first biginne.
A KNIGHT ther was, and that a worthy man,
That fro the tyme that he first bigan

USS FEYNMAN: The Tank

by Andrew Catterick 1-2-1997

SD: 90102.0930
MD: 10.1925
Scene: Outside the Wall

Jerran walked down the corridor just in time to see his crewmates standing in front of a pai of marines holding stun rifles. He shook his head with a smile, and after debating with himself for a minute on whether or not to let them spend the night in the drunk tank, he stealthily sneaked up behind the guards and simultaneously gave them both a pinch to the nerves at the base of their neck, letting go to hear a pair of satisfying thumps, and seeing the faces of his friends staring in disbelief.

"I should have known you'd be hear, Krysa. Did someone get in your way while you were trying to go to a fifty percent off sale?"

"Funny, flyboy. Now let's get out of here before our friends wake up."

As the group began to leave the scene Zane moved closer to Jerran. "Assaulting marine MPs Mr. Jerran. That's quite a serious offence."

"Only if there are witnesses." Jerran replied with an evil smile. "Besides what would happen if the FEYNMAN was needed for an emergency and you were all in the 'tank'? I had Starfleet's best interests at heart."

"Well then, I commend your actions....unofficially of course."

"Of course." Jerran replied.

"Ahhh! The book!" Zane said as he came to a halt.

"What book?" Jerran asked, uncomfortably aware that they were still very close to the wall and angry marines.

"Go on ahead I'll catch up."

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MD:10.2045
Scene:Drunk Tank, EPSILON Security.

For a being that can not sleep 'waking' from an unconscious state was extremely disorienting. As he lay there, his senses slowly coming back he began to piece together what had happened. He had returned to the Wall and had retrieved the book and was quickly making his way to the turbolift when two MPs had confronted him. He had identified himself and had started to pull out his Starfleet ID. That was when one of them pulled out his stun stick.

He slowly raised himself into a sitting position and gazed around the room. There were at least thirty beings in a variety of heaps strewn throughout. He recognized many of them from the Wall, including the Nausican who's jaw he had smashed. Struggling into a stand the stench of the room and the various bodily fluids he had been laying in hit him and he used every ounce of his will not to vomit. "Guard! Guard!"

"Quiet in there!" A voice growled. As the marine approached he poked his stunstick at Zane menacingly. "What do you want rummy?"

"Private if you ever want to see corporal you'll go and get your CO and tell him *Captain* Zane wants him down here right now."

Without a word the private turned on his heel and marched back down the hall. Five stagnant minutes later a marine sergeant appeared.

"Private Jones here tells me you think your a Captain, little too much booze today or do you have an ID to back up your story?" The marine knew exactly who Zane was because he had examined his ID card right before he had consigned it to the trash receptacle.

"No my ID has been taken but if you contact the FEYNMAN, my ship, they'll vouch for me."

"Uh-huh. Do you know how many drunks try to pass themselves off as Fleet personnel to get out here. No dice, buddy. The regs say that ID or not you stay in here for 24 hours to dry out."

"I haven't even been drinking!" Zane protested.

"Sure doesn't smell that way." The sergeant replied smugly.

"Take a blood sample."

"I'm not a medic." There was nothing like making a naval officer's life hell.

"Look sarge my ship leaves in twelve hours on a very important mission that has lots of lives depending on it." Zane lied. "You want to explain to the admiral why this mission is in jeopardy?"

"As long as I'm following the regs the admiral can't touch me."

"Maybe not officially but I'm sure you've been around long enough to know Admiral Nicholas, he will make his displeasure clear. I hear the belt mines need more security."

The marine jabbed his deactivated stun stick into Zane's stomach. "You better take a nap cause your in here for 23 more hours. I follow the regs." With that he stalked back down to his office. Once there he activated his comm. "Get me the senior officer aboard the FEYNMAN."

"What are you doing sarge? I thought you were going to leave him there."

"Listen you little maggot nobody's talking to you." He hated the navy but the thought of being in the belt was something even worse."

<<<NRPG>>>

Gotta run hope there aren't too many spelling errors.

Max: Uh, could you uh bail me out.:)

Respectfully,
Andy

-Captain Zane, Commanding Officer, USS FEYNMAN
-Commander Horatio Sinclair, Fleet Intelligence Officer, BLUE FLEET

USS FEYNMAN: Blah, blah!

by Jason Bostjancic 1-2-1997

SD: 90102
MD: 10.1300
Scene: Bridge

Tarrant sat in the 'captains' seat and stared at the image of Epsilon. Every once in a while another ship would come into view and he would immediately go over the class, specs, and where it was probably built. In other words... Lt. Koreth was bored.

For once, the CEO had actually finished repairs to the FEYNMAN early. He had been planning on checking out some holoprograms for sale down on the merchant level when the computer warning notified him that over 5 of the senior staff had already left the ship. Grudgingly, Tarrant returned to his quarters, then went to 10-F, then engineering, and finally to the bridge for a shift.

<Lt. Jenn to the Bridge>

So they return thought the partial Klingon bitterly, "Tarrant here Lieutenant. I take it you have returned?"

<Yes. A couple of us are down here in sickbay.. um, has the captain returned or have you heard from him?>

"No word and no sign," a tinge of worry surfaced, "Is he in any danger?"

<No, no. Well, I don't think so. Last I saw he was returning to the Wall.>

Tarrant shook his head. Why that bar was allowed to remain on the Federation Starbase at all was beyond him.

"That would explain your all being in sickbay. Would you like to send a search 'group' to look for him?" Tarrant would have, but Krysa was his senior.

There was a pause.

<No, I think the Captain can handle himself. But if we don't hear from him in a few hours...>

"Understood - Bridge out."

.................... NRPG

Just a little something to state that I am still here. Sorry, but someone had to return and Krysa drew the short straw. But I tried to leave it open as to who else returned.

I'll leave the plea for bond money to Max to post. Maybe we should leave Zane in there and see what happens when the Naussician wakes up to find the man who broke his jaw in there with him. <G>

Respectfully,
Jason

Commander Tirrin Vorak - XO - USS BURKE
Lieutenant Tarrant L. Koreth - CEO - USS FEYNMAN

Potest esse nur unus

USS FEYNMAN: Facing the Maril

by Kristen Gant 1-3-1997

"Sir," Loren began addressing Krysa, "now that all that's settled, who's going to tell Commander Maril what happened?"

There was another pause.

"Well, perhaps we shouldn't disturb the Commander right now .." Krysa began. She was getting worried that Zane had not yet returned. She watched him head back into the bar despite opposition form his crew. And now he had not yet returned. It wasn't likely he had headed back to wherever he had been before .. After all his tuxedo was ruined.

She couldn't help but wonder where he had been dressed to the nines like that. But she pushed those thoughts aside, after all it wasn't her business.

"Lt.," said the growly voice of the FEYNMAN's CMO, "Commander Maril will not be pleased if something's gone wrong."

"Do you think something's wrong?" Krysa asked, concern in her eyes.

Glin'kharr raised an eyebrow, "I am merely stating the possibilities."

Krysa frowned and began to pace. Facing the wraith of Onta Maril wasn't something she wanted to do. But the Doctor was right, what if something bad had happened to the Captain. They had been back for well over a hour and he had not yet returned. Of course he was a grown man who could take care of himself ..

She continued to pace for a few more minutes before her concern finally won out over her fear of retribution from the commander.

She tapped her commpin lightly, "Lt. Jenn to Commander Maril."

<Maril here,>

"Sir, do you think you could come down to Sickbay for a moment. I have something I need to talk to you about."

There was a slight pause and then, he answered, <I'm on my way.>

Scene: Sickbay
MD: 10.2045

Onta frowned at Krysa, "You were where?"

"The Wall, sir," she said.

The FEYNMAN's executive officer stared at the officers lined up in Sickbay: Krysa, Ens. Landers, Lt. Allard, Lt. Meleah and the three junior officers who had been dragged to the wall by Bat. "Now I'm not going to forbid anyone from going to the Wall .. but a brawl!" He growled, "Who started it?"

There was silence as they all fidgeted. Maril asked once again, "Who started it?"

It was then that Maril commbadge chirped, <Cmdr. Maril, you have a call from Epsilon Security.>

"Busnabi missing the Riini River!" Maril's oath came out loudly. "Who isn't here, that was in this brawl in The Wall?"

"Well, sir," said Krysa clearing her throat, that's actually why I called you down here. You see .. Well, Captain Zane is missing."

Maril's eyes widened, "Captain Zane was in the brawl at the Wall?"

Krysa nodded.

Maril sighed heavily and hit his commbadge, "I'll take it in my office."

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

NRPG: Okay I got to thinking about it .. and decided that everyone ought to have to squirm just a bit. Sorry, Mike .. Even JC :}

Andy, Krysa isn't likely to ask where Zane was all dressed up, cause I think she might be a tad jealous :}:} hehe, poor thing!

Kristen
--
Kristen & Scott Gant
http://homepage.interaccess.com/~sgant/gant.htm

USS FEYNMAN: Just Before the Storm

by Max Felsher 1-3-1997

SD 90104.0330
MD 10.2050
SCENE: Sickbay

"Doctor, could I use your office to receive the communication?"

Glin'kharr growled for a second, as usual.

[There is a drunk man claiming to be from your ship. I don't believe him, but I had to check, sir. Regualtions.]

"I understand."

[Well, sir, if you could just come here and verify that he's not from your ship, I could be out of your hair...er, way, sir.]

Maril was still more impatient. "Look, Sergeant, I am the first officer of a starship. I have duties to perform. I can't waste my time going all the way to Security Central just to check to see if a drunk man is from my ship." Then, Maril remembered that the Captain was not back, and that he had supposedly been involved in the brawl. "Actually, Sergeant, I'll be right there."

As Maril walked out of the CMO's office and Sickbay, he noted to Lt. Glin'kharr that he should keep the charged officers in Sickbay until he returned.

SD: 90104.0200(GMT)
MD: 10.1935
SB Epsilon: Corridor near Security Central

Maril strode down the corridor, rushing past other officers and wondering why he was reporting to Security. What could have happened? Was he being charged with a crime? No, if they were going to arrest him, they would not have asked him to come; they would have found him and gone to him. But what could it be?

Ahh. Here it was. Security Central and Brig. Maril walked through the doors, and into a disaster area.

SCENE: Security Central and Epsilon Brig

Maril started to search for the correct cell, but was having no luck. Suddenly, a voice called out, "Hey, what do you think you're doing?" Maril turned to look; there was an officer at a desk seemingly directing traffic in Security Central.

"I'm an officer of the USS Feynman. I have to verify if a drunk person is from my ship."

"Okay, I guess you can pass." "You Commander Maril?" Keinman asked, sweating a bit.

Officers and Marines were running back and forth, trying to figure out who all of the prisoners were. Meanwhile, the prisoners were sitting around the entire Brig, just waiting.

Maril noticed an officer who seemed to be managing where everyone was going, sitting behind a desk. After getting in a long line, he finally arrived to the desk and waited for the officer to say something.

"So, what's your business here?"

"Lieutenant Commander Onta Mari, First Officer of the USS Feynman. I was ordered to come here."

"Yes. Who was it that you wanted me to see." "Ummm...I'm actually not quite sure. Most of them are delirious, and a lot of them have claimed to be Starfleet." Maril smiled back, but his smile soon hardened.

The officer looked down his list. "Oh, yes, a Sergeant Keinman wanted you. Says there a drunk man claiming to be on your ship."

"Very well. Where should I go?"

"Uhh...Holding Cell C, the Drunk Tank. Watch out. There's a lot of crazy people in there." The officer smiled knowingly.

"Thank you." Maril then started to walk down the line of cells. Reaching a big one with a large group of people lying about with blank stares on their faces, he was about to look inside when a Marine sergeant stepped in front of him.

"You Commander Maril?" the sergeant asked, sweating a bit.

"Yes. Why have I been called here?" Maril said suspiciously.

"There's a drunk guy who says he's captain of your ship. I wouldn't think much of it; he's probably just drunk."

"Thank you, Sergeant." Maril stepped around the sergeant and scanned through the cell. Suddenly, his eyes fell upon a man in a tuxedo, leaning on a side wall. "Captain!"

The man, who was now obviously Captain Zane, stood up and smiled. "Hello, Commander."

The sergeant stood with his mouth wide open. "You mean you know this man?"

Maril smiled. "Of course. Meet Captain Zane, Commanding Officer of the USS Feynman."

The sergeant looked a pale white. "Well, I guess I can let you out then," he said as he neared the forcefield control panel, feigning laughter. He reached over to the controls and let the forcefield down as Zane stepped out, then put the forcefield back up quickly.

"Well, I'm sorry I detained you,...sir," the sergeant said, pretending to be friendly.

"No problem, Sergeant. No harm done."

Zane and Maril hurried through the masses of people until they were well away from Security Central.

"Well, Commander, that's not an experience I'm likely to forget soon," Zane grinned.

Maril smiled back. "Nor I, sir. Now, how exactly did you get in the brig?"

Zane sighed. "First of all, yes, I was involved. I think we need to talk about it i my Ready Room, Commander, just as soon as I change out of this tux."

"You know, sir, I could have you put in the Brig." There was a faint smile on Maril's lips.

"Sir, Lieutenant Jenn has told me that she and some other officers were involved in a brawl at the Wall, including yourself. Is this so, sir; and if it is, how am I supposed to discipline the crew?"

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

NRPG: Stay tuned for the next episode in our never-ending (literally) saga, as the senior officers (most of them) nurse their wounds and wonder just how good the security sensors were in the Wall. ;) <g>

Well, I guess everyone's back now (at least, I hope so).

Okay, now how are we supposed to go around saving the galaxy if six of the senior staff are being charged in a court-martial? <VBG>

USS FEYNMAN: The Pony Express

by Michael "Mike" Dailey 1-4-1997

SD: 90104.0930
MD: -0001.????
SCENE: Outside Sickbay - USS FEYNMAN

Having just been released by Dr. Glin'kharr, everyone went their respective ways. The group of FEYNMAN officers and crew that had required 'minor' attention from their little 'adventure' at EPSILON's 'Wall', and required the skills of their CMO and staff. Mostly minor cuts, bumps, and scrapes for the lot of them. Nurse Tamy and Doctor Glin'kharr had tended to them, all while the Doctor Grumbled about the foolishness of the situation.

Approaching a lift near the Pharmacy, J.C. considered checking in with Security, but dismissed the idea. He was still on leave, and SCPO Alex Tamarov could handle the minimal administrative duties while the FEYNMAN was 'in port', as the old Naval term applied when wooden ships roamed Terra's seas and oceans centuries ago.

J.C. instructed the lift to proceed to Deck 5. After cleaning up and possibly a bite to eat, he would catch up on some correspondence. The lift stopped on Deck 5, nicknamed 'officers country', as most of the FEYNMAN senior officers were assigned quarters here. He proceeded on the Cabin 735, and the doors parted immediately as the internal sensors recognized him.

-SNIP- Half hour later.

Sitting in his favorite overstuffed chair in the living area of his quarters, J.C. was finishing the last of his dinner, a small vegetable salad with a light dressing and croutons, followed by a hearty-sized serving of spaghetti and meatballs. After a shower to wash the 'Wall' smell off of him, J.C. had changed into a pair of jeans and his favorite navy cardigan. He had chosen one of his favorite soft and light instrumental jazz pieces, and dimmed the lights to a more relaxing glow. J.C. finished the last bite of spaghetti, and got up to return the bowl, etc. to the replicator. *Hmm, if I had some company, this could be fun* though J.C., considering the romantic setting he had created in his quarters for just himself. Returning to the chair, J.C. considered what to do next.

"Computer," said J.C. "Personal Log Entry. Another mission tucked under the FEYNMAN's 'belt', and here we are at EPSILON awaiting our next orders. While off duty, Ensign Loren Landers, our new CNS, and myself engaged in some much needed 'emotional therapy' at the 'Wall' on EPSILON, a well noted high-class establishment. I ran into an old acquaintance of mine, an upperclassmen from my academy days. He 'reminded' me of the old times we used to enjoy." J.C. rubbed his right eye, still slightly sore despite Dr. Glin'kharr's attempts.

"I'm anxiously awaiting our next mission briefing, as FEYNMAN briefings go, they are usually as exciting as the actual missions, sometimes better. Personally, I would love an exploration mission. To find someplace, a planet, that no one else, at least no Federation or Starfleet personnel have ever visited. As for Security, I have to meet with the two new additions to my staff, replacements for the two who were lost on the Reaver base, the first two I ever lost under my command. Computer, end log." said J.C. *Great, finish your log sounding all morbid. Way to go. Oh well.*

"Computer, how many new messages do I have?" asked the CSO.

<You have 2 subspace messages, and two inter-ship communiqués'> Getting up from the comforts of his chair, J.C. proceeded over the desk console, selecting the first letter, from his older brother Brandon.

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TX# 13fv-89fcf36cgtl
SERVER ID - MCU103-97A42 [Mars Colonial University Mail Server]
FROM: Allard, Brandon C.
TO: Allard, Justin C.M. Ltjg. USS FEYNMAN NCC 66000
DATE: December 26, 2407

"Hello Justin! It's been a long time since I've heard from you. Well, I hope you have a merry Christmas and happy new year. I talked to Kevin and Dad today. Kevin is home from Wilmington for the holidays, but they were both kind of sad. This was the first year all four of us were not together for the holidays. Dad said Kevin was really upset on his birthday, the 16th. He really missed his older brothers. Dad had offered to send me liner tickets to come home, but I told him by the time I got there, I could only spend one day, and would have to leave. Starliners aren't starships, after all. Besides, I'll be home for spring break.

"Speaking of birthdays, don't forget Dad's is next month. I was thinking if there was any was possible you could get some leave.... I know, probably not. But still, it would be a nice surprise for him. Things are going great here at MCU. I start my 4th and final term here and am so close to the degree. Dad says I can represent you when you get in trouble, but he's just kidding.

"Justin take care, little brother. I miss you. Every time FNN reports some Starfleet ship lost or missing, we cringe, hoping it won't be the FEYNMAN. Write back soon.

Love, Brandon

E.O.M.
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J.C. hit the key to toggle the next message, from his Grandmother on Deep Space 5.

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TX# - 812cx-10074-8355
SERVER ID - SF-DS5-143-009004
FROM: Allard, Isabell Lcdr. - Deep Space 5
TO: Allard, Justin C.M. Ltjg. - USS FEYNMAN NCC 66000
Date: December 27, 2407

"Justin dear, it's been such a long time since I've seen you or heard your voice. Too bad the FEYNMAN isn't assigned to the Beta Quadrant. How are things on board the best ship in the SILVER fleet? I've been keeping up with you, reading the mission logs and such when time permits. Quite and interesting group you have there, Justin.

Things are non-stop here on DS-5. We just received word last week that the FDOC has choosen DS-5 to hold a diplomatic 'conference' for all of the non-aligned systems here in the Beta Quadrant. The conference will be held in February, and Commodore Bauer will be here next week to conduct a preliminary 'inspection'. Captain Harrison, poor dear. She's going wild. I don't think she likes the 'brass' very well. We're still sitting at just below 80% fully staffed. Perhaps with the conference, Commodore Bauer will 'speed' up our requests.

Sure you don't want to give up ship duty? A Starbase post can be fun, too? Just kidding, dear. I know you're happy where you are. Your Grandfather sends his love. He's busy in the Cafe, as it's lunch time now for Beta shift. He has the entire staff, but acts like they cannot fill a napkin dispenser without his help! Some things never change.

<Commander Allard, report to Ops. please.>

Oh, it never fails. I love you dearly, Justin. Have a merry Christmas and happy new year! Talk to you soon.

Grandma Allard

E.O.M.
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Submitted,
Mike Dailey
Splatter2@qtm.net

Lieutenant J.G., J.C. Allard CSO - USS FEYNMAN - SILVER FLEET
Lieutenant D'doj Zzawj Ckorji MD OPS/2O USS ELIZABETH BLACKWELL - SILVER FLEET
Lieutenant Commander Jordon Kabreigny - CNS USS BURKE - GREEN FLEET

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Hello all. Kind of long, but I have wanted to do some 'mail' for a while now. Wonder if Maril will put Zane in the Brig. I'll make sure to triple security in that case.... and assign Jerry Jonas to PERSONALLY guard the CO.... <SBVEG!>

Cheers all
Mike

USS FEYNMAN: Time to Move On

by Andrew Catterick 1-5-1997

SD:90105.1000
MD:10.2100
Scene: Market Level, EPSILON

Zane sighed. "First of all, yes, I was involved. I think we need to talk about it i my Ready Room, Commander, just as soon as I change out of this tux."

"You know, sir, I could have you put in the Brig." There was a faint smile on Maril's lips.

Zane chuckled. " I guess I would deserve it."

"How exactly did you become involved in a brawl?"

Zane patted the book in his hand. The marine sargent had been planning on selling it to an antique store after Zane had left but with the way things had developed he had decided it was prudent to return it.

"I was down at one of the small shops purchasing this book. As I was heading back towards the docks I passed by the Wall and Chief Larocque came crashing through the window. It was only a matter of time before the marines arrived so I dove in to help get everyone out. It seems the FEYNMAN was well represented inside."

"Yes." Maril answered with a degree of distaste.

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MD:12.0800
Scene: Outer office of CINCSILVER.

Zane sat in the comfortable chair waiting patiently for a nod from the admiral's secretary that he could go in. Ever since returning to the FEYNMAN after the 'brawl at the Wall' as the crew had been calling it he had kept a low profile on board. Getting thrown in the drunk tank wasn't exactly something you wanted your crew to emulate, or your admiral to find out about. Of course the black eye he was still sporting didn't exactly help the situation. He still didn't believe Dr. Glin'kharr's explanation as to why he could not remove the blemish, the fact that the doctor seemed to take great pleasure in Zane's predicament didn't help either.

"Captain, you can go in now."

<<<NRPG>>>

Sorry very very short I know. Running behind and I wanted to get Zane in to see the admiral so we can get back out there.

Respectfully,
Andy

-Captain Zane, Commanding Officer, USS FEYNMAN
-Commander Horatio Sinclair, Fleet Intelligence Officer, BLUE FLEET

USS FEYNMAN: New Faces, FEYNMAN Style

by Michael "Mike" Dailey 1-7-1997

SD: 90107.1630
MD: -0001.????
SCENE: Security Chief's Office

Looking at his face in a small mirror, the CSO lightly rubbed the still sore eye that he had received as a 'souvenir' from the recent trip to the famous 'Wall' on EPSILON. The eye was still a 'shiner', sporting a black and blue ring, but at least the swelling had gone down. *I still don't quite believe Glin'kharr's story about not having a single tissue regenerator in working order,* thought J.C. Putting the mirror back into a desk drawer, J.C. observed SCPO Alex Tamarov, the Security second-in-command. Sitting on the other side of the desk, the ACSO was unsuccessfully trying to hide some laughter.

"I take it you've never seen a black eye, Mr. Tamarov," said J.C.

"Sorry, sir. It's just..." he tried to continue, but laughter overcame him.

"O.K., Alex. O.K." said J.C. playing-up the sarcasm a bit. "Go ahead, get it out of your system." It was starting to be quite a hassle explaining the cause and circumstances of the black eye to everyone. Alex finally settled down enough to talk.

"...<gasp> Sorry, sir. I'm just <chuckle> glad I stayed out of harms way here onboard, where it's safe."

"Thanks for your sympathy, Alex." said J.C. Turning off the 'serious-mode', J.C. smiled at the ACSO, "Just between us," J.C. paused, leaned forward in his chair, and spoke almost at a whisper, "I had an absolute BLAST. Off the record, of course." said J.C.

"Of course, sir." Alex cleared his throat. The door chime to his office bleeped at them, signaling visitors.

"Come," said J.C. Standing, J.C. straightened his uniform. "Look sharp," he said to Alex, who did likewise.

The door swooshed opened to deposit PO/3 Jerry Jonas, escorting three new faces behind him. Two human males, and one Vulcan-looking young woman came in and lined up in front of J.C.'s desk. Jonas came to attention,

"LtJg. J.C. Allard and SCPO Alex Tamorov, may I present the three new additions to our team." J.C. nodded at Mr. Jonas. "Thank you, Jerry. Dismissed." said Alex. Jerry Jonas acknowledged his superiors, turned and left.

The first fellow stepped forward, handing his orders PADD to J.C., who motioned for Alex to take it. He would have plenty of time to read their records later.

"PO/3 Ian Steiner, reporting for duty, Sirs." Steiner stood 6'3, and was as bulky as he was tall. J.C. leaned over to Tamarov, glancing at Steiner's orders PADD. Transfer from the Marines. *Who would have guessed,* though J.C. to himself.

"Prefer starship duty to being a 'ground-pounder' Mr. Steiner." asked J.C. Alex, standing only 5"10', stared wide-eyed at Steiner. *This guy belongs on a Marine recruiting poster.*

"Yes, Sir" replied Steiner. "I would have become bored. There are more opportunities in this branch of the 'fleet, Sir." J.C. got up from his desk and extended his hand, half expecting the ex-Marine to break his wrist. His grip was firm but humane.

"You're right there, Mr. Steiner." said J.C. Turning his attention to the young woman in a Cadet uniform, with the marks of a Senior on her collar. J.C. also noticed the distinguishing facial features of the Vulcan woman.

Stepping forward, she came to attention with crisp Academy style. Immediately, she handed Mr. Tamarov her orders PADD. Alex shot a quick glance to his CO, both thinking the same thing *Hmm, she IS a sharp one* already anticipating their actions.

"Cadet Janine Toloy, reporting as ordered, per Commandant Kearsey's orders." J.C. winced at the mentioning of Kearsey's name. He had dealings with Kearsey once himself only three years ago, and was surprised to hear that the old battle-ax... Fighting off a cough, J.C. continued.

"You've chosen Security as a career, Cadet?" asked J.C. Once again, he leaned over to Alex in order look at her PADD.

"Not specifically, Sir. My career goal in Starfleet in to serve in the Judge Advocate General's office." said the Cadet. *Hmm, similar aspirations like myself.* He noted more 'feeling' in her words than most Vulcans he had known. Perhaps she wasn't all Vulcan.

"Very well, Cadet." said J.C. The last fellow, standing next to Alex, stepped forward. "And who do we have here," asked Alex.

"SIRS! PO/2 IVAN KARR REPORTING FOR DUTY, SIRS!", shouted the NCO. He stood at attention, perhaps a bit more stiff than even the Vulcan Cadet had. *One looks like a recruiting poster, and the other one sounds like one* Alex grinned to himself at the awkward pair.

"At ease, Mr. Karr" said J.C. The CSO gave a nod to Alex, to take this one. The ACSO scanned Karr's orders and service record.

"You've spent the last eight months aboard the SARATOGA-C? Why give up your post on a Royal Sovereign to serve on the FEYNMAN?" asked Alex. *Good question, though J.C.* as he wondered the same thing.

"Not my choice, Sirs. The SARA will be down for about five months for a major refit, and all except the Engineering staff were transferred for the duration," said Karr.

"Interesting story, Mr. Karr," said J.C., offering his hand to the loud NCO.

"Well, welcome aboard the FEYNMAN. Check in with the Quartermaster for cabin assignments." J.C. gestured to Alex. "Mr. Tamarov has put a copy of Security's duty/shift roster in your PADDS. Once you're settled in, report to the Asst. Watch officer on duty, and he'll assign a patrol to give you a tour of the ship. Dismissed." finished J.C. The new arrivals turned and left.

"Well, that was fun. No one even noticed you're eye," snickered Alex. J.C. rolled his eyes, shaking his head.

"You're a riot, Alex." J.C. said, walking back around to the chair behind his desk. "That takes care of all the transfers." J.C. said as he sat down.

"Umm. There's one more, Lt. Allard." said Alex. J.C. frowned, not expecting another new face today.

"What, no one else has reported yet?" asked J.C., sounded a bit confused. Alex looked a bit uneasy, like a child confessing to a broken window.

"Well Sir, you've kind of had a hand in this one. For month now you've been urging me to get my commission.

After thinking it over, I've decided to go apply to the Academy." J.C. stood, mouth hanging open and totally surprised.

"Alex, that's great!" Then it sunk in. That meant J.C. would be losing not only the best assistant in the 'fleet, but also a good friend. J.C. quickly shook off the selfish thought. "I'll be very sorry to loose you, Alex." J.C. sat on the edge of his desk.

"I won't be leaving just yet." said Alex. "I need the two Command-grade sponsors, and I'm short one." Alex knew J.C. would sponsor him if he could, but only Commanders and above could qualify. J.C. imagined Alex probably chose his former CO from the LEXINGTON as the first sponsor.

"Tell you what, Alex. After the mission briefing, I'll mention something to the Captain and see if I can arrange a meeting with him for you. O.K.?"

"Great, Sir. Thanks." J.C. shook his friends hand, "No problem, ENSIGN Tamarov." said J.C. Alex immediately turned several shades of crimson. "Soon maybe, by not yet, Sir."

"Come on, I'll buy you a drink..." said J.C. they left for 10-forward. J.C. warned Alex, "Now if you ever run into Commandant Kearsey..."

Submitted,
Mike Dailey
Splatter2@qtm.net

Lieutenant J.G., J.C. Allard CSO - USS FEYNMAN - SILVER FLEET
Lieutenant D'doj Zzawj Ckorji MD OPS/2O USS ELIZABETH BLACKWELL - SILVER FLEET
Lieutenant Commander Jordon Kabreigny - CNS USS BURKE - GREEN FLEET

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Hello everyone. Just a filler until the briefing...hope it's a good one. Here's a little trivia...

1 - What is Starfleet Academy's motto, in Latin? 2 - What is the translation in Terran (um, I mean English) <G>...

Cheers!
Mike

USS FEYNMAN: A Concert, Excellent Idea!

by Kristen Gant 1-8-1997

Stardate: 90108.1858
Scene: Sickbay
MD: 10.2100

The officers who had been involved in the brawl watched as Maril left Sickbay, ordering them all to stay there until he returned. There was a bit of grumbling from their CSO once Maril was out of earshot.

JC turned to Krysa, "*Why* did you do that?"

"What?" she asked innocently; her dark eyes sparkling with a mischievous glint. She knew Maril tended to put on a stern face for new crewmen and it hadn't been that long ago that JC was a new face on the FEYNMAN. It seemed he was still stinging a bit from some run in or other with the Tamarian.

"Why did you have to have Commander Maril come down here! You could have just as easily gone to see him." JC told her, "Then we wouldn't have all had to face him."

"And face him by myself! No way!" She grinned.

"Isn't that your job as 2O .."

"What?" laughed Krysa. "To take the heat off the rest of you? No Mr. Allard, it is not. Besides, you don't have anything you're hiding from our good first officer, do you."

He rolled his eyes, "No .. and I'd like to keep it that way."

• • • 
      

MD: 10.2200

They all had done as they were told and had stayed in Sickbay when Maril arrived. They had sat around talking and joking about the brawl to pass the time. At the first sight of him, the laughing stopped and they all stood up at attention to face the XO.

<<NRPG: Max, did you have something you wanted to say :}>>

• • • 
      

MD: 11.2015
"You'd better believe it, Mr. Stark," Krysa said with a smile. "Captain Zane just walked in, so I think I'll go say hi. It's a pleasure meeting you, LT, and welcome aboard."

Krysa moved away from Lt. Jerran as he stood talking to his new AFCO. She could feel just a bit of Jerran's pain at the loss of Jennifer, though she wasn't sure that it was coming from him, or from her own memories as Jerran rarely let his mental block slip when around her.

She walked up behind the tall captain and tapped his shoulder. He turned and was greeted with a bright smile. "So how's Epsilon's brig?" she teased him.

He groaned, "Please don't remind me. But at least I saved my book."

"You really need to avoid places like 'The Wall', Captain," she chuckled.

"Me. I think *you* were there before me."

Krysa nodded, "Well, I knew there was a reason I never go there."

He leaned closer to her and whispered, "Though I have to admit, I enjoyed it."

Krysa grinned, "You did look quite relaxed .. almost in your element."

Regards,
Lt. Krysa Jenn

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NRPG: Just a little something for Krysa, since it's been a while since I wrote. I love the concert idea, BTW. I was going to do something like that way back when, but never got around to it with all the changes :} Krysa didn't get to play cruise director long enough :}:}

Kristen
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Kristen & Scott Gant
http://homepage.interaccess.com/~sgant/gant.htm

USS FEYNMAN: Pre-Brief

by Mike Dawe 1-10-1997

SD: 90110
SCENE: SB EPSILON - Admiral's Office

> "Captain, you can go in now."

The Admiral was his usual cheery self. In other words he looked like he needed no reason to bite somebodies head off. "Hrrmf, come in and sit, Captain. This may take a while."

While Zane entered and sat in the proferred chair the Vice Admiral made some notations on a PADD and then touched a control that brought down a viewscreen and called up the senior officers roster for the Feynman. Zane did not like the looks of this as there were little indicators next to several officers. This was not setting out to be your usual briefing.

"I have a mission for you to go out on but first we need to discuss some personnel transfers."

It took a moment for this to sink in. Then Zane looked back at the screen and over to Vice Admiral Nicholas again. "If those markers mean what I think they mean, sir, then you will be gutting my ship of senior staff."

"I have my reasons. Fleet has ordered me to begin setting up for a new ship. Your ship has the steadiest crew rating going . . . "

"So you are going to break us up? That, with all due respect sir, is insane."

The grey eyes flashed a warning at the Captain as the Admiral stood and moved over to the viewscreen. "Well then Captain, what are you going to do? Bonsai the careers of these officers by keeping them on your ship? Answer the needs of you for a strong staff over the needs of these individual officers? Have you had discussions with them about where they want to be and what they want to do?"

Zane ducked his head and growled the answer. "I know my ship and my people. We are a family."

The softness of the reply surprised the Captain. "Sometimes it is time to let the younger ones go, even in a family."

"But there have been crews throughout Starfleet's history that have remained intact and they have been some of the best crews, best officers the Fleet has ever seen." Zane offered, it sounded desperate even to him.

"True, and for every one of those individuals there are dozens who watched their careers stagnate and die. You've been around the Fleet long enough captain. How many lieutenants have you come across that have been in for twenty-years. Sure *some* of them might be content with their lot in life but damn few. Is that what you want for your people?"

The admiral's reply shot right through Zane because he knew he was right. If he was in the place of any of his officers, career would be a major concern. Staying on a destroyer forever was definitly the long route to bigger and better things, his own luck aside. But it had taken so long, so much work from all of them to get where they were. It had gone beyond team, they acted as one. As hard as he tried he could not picture the FEYNMAN going on with others. How could he trust anyone as he trusted these people? How could he hold them back? *Besides,* he thought, *think of the professionalism and training they could bring throughout the Fleet*

"You are of course right admiral, its just quite a shock you've hit me with. Hell, I look forward to a commanding a captial ship some day so I certainly can't fault anyone under my command for having the same desires. As much as I'll miss them if anyone is to be transfered I won't put up any opposition."

Nicholas simply nodded sagely.

"These transfers, are they orders or do the officers concerned have any say in the matter?" Perhaps there was still hope.

The Vice Admiral paused for a moment. "You know my policies on that. I will not keep an officer who wants to move on and I will not send one away if they want to stay on. If your people turn down transfer offers that is their right to do so." He paused again and his eyes narrowed. "Not that I don't trust you but perhaps I ought to be there when you make the offer."

Zane smiled back, happy with the news that the deal was not sealed but just a possibility. "I wouldn't have it any other way. But you do recall what our briefings are like?"

"I do. Send me a notice when and where and I will be there, I might as well brief the entire senior staff at the same time. Call the meeting and I'll be there." Azariah reached across his desk and shook hands with the rising Captain. "I know you don't like the sounds of this and I can sympathise. Given your reaction I wouldn't be at all surprised if the lot of them decided to stay on."

Zane smiled. "Like I said, we are a family. But I do have one other piced of business to discuss . . . promotions and awards . . . "

-fade to black-

<<<nrpg>>> Well cats and kittens, set up the briefing and set the stage.

I am not serious about stealing characters, just my way of tossing a scare at you. (did it work?)

I will attend whatever fiasco you set and brief you and send you off, with a little more of a side show.

mike---always has to do things the hard way.

USS FEYNMAN: Concert Jitters

by Jason Bostjancic 1-11-1997

SD: 90111
MD: 11.2000
Scene: Outside Ten Forward

For the third time Lt. Koreth approached the doors to 10-F, and for the third time he turned around and headed back down the hallway. *What was I thinking when I agreed to this?* he thought.

It was like he was 6 all over again, preparing for his first performance ever. Even then, Tarrant had felt the pressure to do well. Not for honor, but for that childhood part that dreads failing before grown-ups. The concert was a nightmare for the young violinist. He replaced the third moment with the first, his tempo was erratic, and as a final insult a string snapped near the conclusion.

The butterflies had not changed, nor the fear. Even as the Feynman's CEO walked away from the doors, he told himself how rediculous it was.

*I've taken on a changling in hand to hand combat, performed alterations and quick patches in engineering to save the ship ump-teen times, co-led a team against the Reaver Base.. and made it out alive. Now, I'm fleeing from playing a piece I've done literally a hundred times as a kid.*

Were it not for Ens. Dunnon walking around the corner with his date, Tarrant would probably have kept going.

The young officer paused to make the introductions. "Sir. This is Ensign McKaren... Tara, this is Lieutenant Tarrant Koreth."

McKaren, dressed in the blue starfleet science uniform, expressed her appologies for her attire, and continued to stammer out that she had just gotten off duty.

"That's alright Ensign. I'm so rusty on this old thing that, if you enhanced your beauty any more, you would become the main attraction and not I." He grinned sincerely.. and tried to wipe his hands before they could see the sweat that had accumulated. She blushed lightly.

"Well, we had better get some seats now before it gets too crowded," Dunnon nodded lightly to his superior and added, "Good Luck, Sir."

That had clinched it. He'd never be able to walk into Engineering again if he didn't go through with it. So, Tarrant took a few deep breaths and headed back to ten foreward.

Being a telepath did have its advantages considered Loren as he headed in the direction he felt strong feelings of fear originating. As expected, Tarrant Koreth stepped through the doors of ten forward with Loren and Meleah standing there to greet him. "Several talented FEYNMAN officers have decided to entertain us with violin selections from the Terran composer Vivaldi. I sincerely hope you find their music entertaining as well as moving."

Tarrant closed his eyes and breathed deeply. His mentor's words, all those years ago, rang in his ears for the first time in what seemed like ages.

"Let out all you keep within Tarrant. Let it pour into your music... forget the how and the why. Your skills are there, let your emotions play the music, feel the music. 'That' is your gift." Once again the music just seemed to be so natural for Tarrant as his bow moved faster and faster along the violin. Effortlessly Tarrant carried the listener from summer to fall to winter and spring. Loren, for just a moment, was nearly overwhelmed by the feelings of contentedness and serenity that Tarrant was creating as his music affected everyone in the room.

As the trio finished the final moment, Tarrant remained like stone, his eyes still closed, instrument ready. It was as if somewhere, a part of him had found contentness... They were opened by applause that echoed throughout.

<NRPG>

Just a little bit of an addition. Comments?

So.. we are going to have a new mission sometime, right? Or will Tarrant, Loren, and Meleah have to go on the road, and leave the rest of the crew to start having Boxing matches at 'The Wall'?

Respectfully,
Jason

Commander Tirrin Vorak - XO - USS BURKE
Lieutenant Tarrant L. Koreth - CEO - USS FEYNMAN

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