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<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: A Discovery</h3>
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by
Andrew Catterick 4-1-1997</h4>
SD: 90401.0900<br>
MD: 6.0900<br>
Scene: Caves on Planet<br>
As the small group of explorers spread out into the dim light of the
underground base Zane's mind kept working on the problem of the charred
remains of the Xanthandi they had found. One body. Who or what killed him?
Was he alone? If not where were his companions? Why was he/they here?
Were they now silently watching Zane and the others? Were they in the moon
installation stalking the other team? Too many questions and no answers.
What was becoming clear was that this cavernous chamber was a spaceport of
sorts. There were a few derelict spaceships over to one side, a quick
examination of which showed nothing of particular interest, without being
able to power-up their onboard computers. Zane looked up at the roof far
above him. Most likely it parted to allow the ships access and egress. He
looked back down at the floor. The dust that had settled looked like it
hadn't been disturbed for thousands of years. Perhaps the unlucky
Xanthandi was the only one to have come here. An exile?
It hadn't taken long to find the access tubes from the spaceport down in
the bowels of their new discovery. As they stepped on to the belt it
activated and they were slowly moved down the incline. Instinctively Zane
drew his phaser, as did the security team. A few members of the science
contingent raised their eyebrows at the action. As if the sheer thrill of
exploration and discovery could conquer all. As they neared the bottom
light began to flicker. As had happened in the spaceport the city's
internal power system was laboring to light their way. By the time they
set foot on the next level a very dim light had taken hold allowing them to
see no more than 20 meters. Their wrist light would have to do the rest for
now.
As the group once again began to fan out and explore one of the science
team looked up from his tricorder. "Captain this room is out into the ocean."
Zane nodded at the report. He looked down at his own tricorder to get a
better idea of the room's layout as the slowly brightening light was still
not enough. Again, the room was huge but this time long and narrow. Behind
the north wall there appeared to be another, much smaller chamber. As there
was little of note in this room the party began to move in this direction.
"Captain!" One of the forward team members called out as he jogged over to
Zane. "You'll never believe it."
Zane looked over in the direction he pointed. Standing at least one
hundred meters high was a statue. The entrance to the next room at the
floor between its feet. But it was not the size of the statue that the
crewman had become excited about. Quickly Zane realized what he was staring
at as the bright lights of the team splashed across the statue's face. It
was Vulcan.
If the Husnock computer could have sighed it would have. For several
seconds it labored to override the alien computer on the planet surface.
It was very primitive but extremely stubborn. From the second these
newcomers had ventured into its underground lair it had sought to neutralize
them. An action the Husnock computer had made every effort to stop. It was
clear now they were explorers and it found it somewhat ironic that they had
stumbled across the find that had taken years for its Husnock masters to
locate. The find that had caused them to build this small moon and move
it here to permit exploration. The computers purpose had been to aid its
masters explore this world and now with them gone it found it had the need
to help these new ones.
<<<NRPG>>>
Just keeping things rolling
RT has started but it looks like there won=92t be much to delve into=85..so=
far.
Kris: excited!??!
Respectfully,<br>
Andy<br>
<nowiki>---------------------------------------------------------</nowiki><br>
-Captain Zane, Commanding, USS FEYNMAN<br>
-Commander Horatio Sinclair, Fleet Intelligence, BLUE FLEET<br>
-Commodore Robert Steele, Commanding, TASK FORCE ZINDERNEUF<br>

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USS FEYNMAN: A Discovery

by Andrew Catterick 4-1-1997

SD: 90401.0900
MD: 6.0900
Scene: Caves on Planet

As the small group of explorers spread out into the dim light of the underground base Zane's mind kept working on the problem of the charred remains of the Xanthandi they had found. One body. Who or what killed him? Was he alone? If not where were his companions? Why was he/they here? Were they now silently watching Zane and the others? Were they in the moon installation stalking the other team? Too many questions and no answers.

What was becoming clear was that this cavernous chamber was a spaceport of sorts. There were a few derelict spaceships over to one side, a quick examination of which showed nothing of particular interest, without being able to power-up their onboard computers. Zane looked up at the roof far above him. Most likely it parted to allow the ships access and egress. He looked back down at the floor. The dust that had settled looked like it hadn't been disturbed for thousands of years. Perhaps the unlucky Xanthandi was the only one to have come here. An exile?

It hadn't taken long to find the access tubes from the spaceport down in the bowels of their new discovery. As they stepped on to the belt it activated and they were slowly moved down the incline. Instinctively Zane drew his phaser, as did the security team. A few members of the science contingent raised their eyebrows at the action. As if the sheer thrill of exploration and discovery could conquer all. As they neared the bottom light began to flicker. As had happened in the spaceport the city's internal power system was laboring to light their way. By the time they set foot on the next level a very dim light had taken hold allowing them to see no more than 20 meters. Their wrist light would have to do the rest for now.

As the group once again began to fan out and explore one of the science team looked up from his tricorder. "Captain this room is out into the ocean." Zane nodded at the report. He looked down at his own tricorder to get a better idea of the room's layout as the slowly brightening light was still not enough. Again, the room was huge but this time long and narrow. Behind the north wall there appeared to be another, much smaller chamber. As there was little of note in this room the party began to move in this direction.

"Captain!" One of the forward team members called out as he jogged over to Zane. "You'll never believe it."

Zane looked over in the direction he pointed. Standing at least one hundred meters high was a statue. The entrance to the next room at the floor between its feet. But it was not the size of the statue that the crewman had become excited about. Quickly Zane realized what he was staring at as the bright lights of the team splashed across the statue's face. It was Vulcan.

If the Husnock computer could have sighed it would have. For several seconds it labored to override the alien computer on the planet surface. It was very primitive but extremely stubborn. From the second these newcomers had ventured into its underground lair it had sought to neutralize them. An action the Husnock computer had made every effort to stop. It was clear now they were explorers and it found it somewhat ironic that they had stumbled across the find that had taken years for its Husnock masters to locate. The find that had caused them to build this small moon and move it here to permit exploration. The computers purpose had been to aid its masters explore this world and now with them gone it found it had the need to help these new ones.

<<<NRPG>>>

Just keeping things rolling

RT has started but it looks like there won=92t be much to delve into=85..so= far.

Kris: excited!??!

Respectfully,
Andy
---------------------------------------------------------

-Captain Zane, Commanding, USS FEYNMAN
-Commander Horatio Sinclair, Fleet Intelligence, BLUE FLEET
-Commodore Robert Steele, Commanding, TASK FORCE ZINDERNEUF

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