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-Commander Horatio Sinclair, Fleet Intelligence, BLUE FLEET<br>
-Commander Horatio Sinclair, Fleet Intelligence, BLUE FLEET<br>
-Commodore Robert Steele, Commanding, TASK FORCE ZINDERNEUF<br>
-Commodore Robert Steele, Commanding, TASK FORCE ZINDERNEUF<br>
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: A New Threat</h3>
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Melanie Pocknall 4-6-1997</h4>
SD: 90406.0454<br>
MD: 6.1245<br>
SCENE: Computer centre, Husnock base<br>
While Koreth was busy trying to work out which of his people were in danger
on the planet, Meleah and her team had been examining all they could
figuratively get their hands on in order to understand how the centre
worked. She had been in contact with Maril and Koreth, who were apparently
having similar experiences with the base actually talking to them. The more
information that her team found, the more convinced that the base would be
good to use as a base of operations. However, the question now was, would
the base let them?
Since none of the crew except the senior officers knew about that objective,
and they really weren't supposed to know much anyway, she couldn't discuss
it with anyone until she got back to the ship. But she was taking careful
note of what the base could do.
The sensors apparently automatically search for any ships in the surrounding
area, presumably because they were waiting for their masters to return to
the base. The computers also controlled the tractor beams which were
connected to the docking bays, the shields, and communications. Overall,
the computers did a lot of the work normally done by Starfleet staff. And
since it knew the area better than anyone currently in the vicinity, that
would be an asset for the Fleet.
The away team was actually finding the base quite easy to get along with.
In a way, it was like dealing with androids, except it was easier to believe
that androids were sentient because they looked that way. With the base, it
was harder to believe. The computers were giving them some instructions
(but not all) as to how they run the base, and the officers were continually
amazed at the speed of the computers and it's vast knowledge banks.
Suddenly, the base said, [Something is approaching.] On the viewscreen, it
magnified a square of space until a small ship could be seen. It magnified
it even further.
"Xanthandi," Meleah recognized. "How far is it away from the planet?"
[2 light years. There are six of them. They are on a heading towards your
ships.]
Meleah's fingers flew over the panel and discovered the computer was indeed
correct. The Xanthandi ships were on a heading for the FEYNMAN and the
other ship, the HARBRINGER, the computer had identified it as. "By my
calculations, they will be within sensor range in three minutes, and within
firing range in five."
[Are they friends of yours?] the computer asked.
"No, they are not," Meleah replied. "Lt. Meleah to the FEYNMAN."
<nowiki>--------</nowiki><br>
MD: approx 6.1255<br>
USS FEYNMAN, bridge (nrpg: I'm assuming J.C. is on the FEYNMAN)<br>
Krysa sat up in the command chair. "Jenn here."
[Cmdr, the base's sensors are picking up six Xanthandi ships within two
light years of your position.]
"How come we didn't pick this up," Krysa said, asking the bridge officers.
"They're just coming into range now," said Allard at tactical. "Six
Xanthandi ships, same class as the HARBRINGER."
"Thanks, Meleah. How well protected is the base?"
[Unknown. I assume we shall soon find out. Meleah out.]
"I believe we shall. Mr. Allard, shield status?"
"Now at 95%."
"Why only 95%?" Krysa questioned.
Allard looked down at his panel. "It appears much of the energy is being
used by the Delphi, therefore taking a little power away from the shields."
"Boost shields to maximum, and ready phaser and photon torpedoes."
"Aye, sir."
Meanwhile, M1C Lianna West looked on from her science station. She hadn't
been on the bridge before when there was a battle, and she wasn't
particularly looking forward to it now.
<nowiki>-------</nowiki><br>
On the Husnock base.....<br>
"Has anyone found the weapons control?" Meleah asked her team.
There was a small bit of silence as the team shook their heads. Apparently,
the base was still holding out on that. And if they wanted to help the
FEYNMAN, there was only one thing to do. Ask it.
<nowiki>------</nowiki><br>
NRPG:<br>
Okay, the threat that Kevin vaguely mentioned is arriving. Mike, I think
you're on the FEYNMAN with Kristen but I'm not sure. Will the base join in
the fight?
Sincerely yours,<br>
Lt Meleah, CSciO, USS FEYNMAN, Silver Fleet<br>
Melanie.<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't be much to delve into=so far.

Kris: excited!??!

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

USS FEYNMAN: The Sentry

by Kevin Thigpen 4-3-1997

Stardate: 90402.0138 (GMT)
Scene: Underwater City
MD: 6.0930

The group of starfleet security officers and ever inquisitive science team members continued to make their way through the winding labyrinth of the underground city they had stumbled upon.

Thus far the team had made no further discoveries of life, past or recently past, anywhere. The entire place appeared deserted with the exception of the Xanthandi body discovered earlier.

So far the team had passed several corridors containing rooms that appeared nearly identical. Captain Zane had surmised that they were most likely living quarters. As the group progressed the eagerness of the science team to proceed even further became more evident. Only with the cautious attitude of the Captain did exploration of the city go with some level of caution.

"Captain, stop," quietly stated Loren grabbing the CO's upper arm. "Something's changed."

Zane, not necessarily a strong believer in the ultimate utility of telepathic counselors obeyed quickly nevertheless. "Can you elaborate ensign?"

"There's a new impression nearby. It seems familiar and it's very different from the fuzziness I mentioned earlier. This is almost like a fire that's been cordoned off from everything else. Like..like a wild animal held at bay."

"Sir," interrupted one of the security guards holding his tricorder out for the CO to see. "There's movement nearby, and it's definitely humanoid."

"Alright," began Zane alerting the team, "stand ready." The tricorder showed the new visitor approaching further down the corridor at a junction with three other corridors.

The corridor the team was in was long and narrow. Like in the other parts of the station, the illumination system was barely able to activate thus giving the corridor an eerie, dim feeling. It didn't help matters that the material used to construct the city interfered severely with communications and tricorder scans.

To top it off, whatever was approaching the team was definitely headed to intercept them.

Zane could feel the perspiration forming on his forehead. *So much for a little bit of relaxing* he thought as he could feel the excitement coupled with that familiar feeling of controlled fear build.

He felt a tug on his arm and turned to see the counselor standing next to him. "Counselor?"

"I finally recognized the feeling, sir. It has to be Jerran. I recognize his closed mind."

Still a little apprehensive, Zane nodded to show that he understood the counselor's abilities, but to lower their guard now would be foolhardy.

A few seconds passed and then a few more before at the junction down the corridor the team saw movement. Loren appeared at ease whereas the rest of the team were definitely on edge.

Not until the figure came closer did everyone recognize the familiar form of Lt. Jerran.

"Captain Zane, Ens. Landers. The last communique stated that your team was on the surface."

"We discovered a system of caves on the island and after losing contact with the ships found a energy source emanating from the caves. We went to do a little exploring in the hopes of finding out what exactly was going on."

Jerran nodded his head in agreement with what the CO had just said. "We are not sure what causing the interference with ship's systems either. I took an aquatic shuttle down to attempt to do the same as you. Unfortunately, I have nothing further to report about this underground city either."

Yeoman McDougal stood nearby listening absently to the exchange between the three senior officers. The entire installation or city as they called it made him feel uneasy. His first tour of duty on the FEYNMAN was turning out to be more than he had originally wanted. Still, his senses were alert as he stood several meters behind the team facing the corridor they had just come down. Being a rearguard didn't help matters much. He still could visually see the team, but being this far behind didn't sit well with him. McDougal's uneasiness cost him...dearly.

The mechanical clanking of the sentry's legs were subdued enough to be beyond the hearing threshold for the green security guard. Fortunately for him, his death was near instantaneous.

The 8 foot tall robotic sentry turned the corner and came face to face with McDougal who had already been detected by its sensors. The guard was fast and managed to squeeze off a sharp piercing cry and a short phaser blast before the sentry's gun arm came up. At such short range McDougal was vaporized into atoms.

Increasing it's pace, the sentry set out to overtake the group of intruders it single optic sensor saw further up the corridor. Already, it could sense the invading program from the outside source attempting to override its programming. The intruding program would not finish rewriting it's subroutines before it completed what it had been originally programmed to do.

Respectfully submitted,
Kevin Thigpen

[NRPG: This is just something to keep us going. Sorry about the poor quality guys, but I've been swamped with RL lately and the stress has been killing my creativity.]

  • * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
  • Ens. Loren Landers *
  • USS FEYNMAN CNS *
  • *
  • Commander Kweee Hwichk *
  • SFDIPTF XO *
  • *
  • Lt. Conrad Robicheaux (Ro'bo'sho)*
  • SFDIPTF Cultural Attache *
  • * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

USS FEYNMAN: Incoming!

by Andrew Catterick 4-4-1997

SD: 90404.0700
MD: 6.1000
Scene: Just inside underground city

"Well Mr. Jerran I must say I'm happy to have you join us. Where is the shuttle bay from here?"

Jerran pointed off to the north. "Just behind those structures there. The thing is huge. You could probably park a corvette or two comfortably."

"Any ships left behind?"

"A few small ones. From the looks of things I would say they were intentionally damaged before everyone left." He looked around thoughtfully. "You know, this architecture, could be a Romulun off-shoot perhaps even Vulcan."

Zane smiled. "Thats not the half of it. Let me show you something. Mr. Landers, I think we should setup a command post of sorts before we go any deeper."

"Aye sir." Loren replied as he began to set about getting everyone into action.

Zane and Jerran walked out into the Great Hall, as everyone had begun to call it, the captain stopped and motioned the pilot to turn and look up. "What do you think?"

"Well this definitly explains the architecture>"

Zane nodded. "Vulcan."

Jerran shook his head slowly. "Vulcanoid yes. Vulcan? Not necessarily. Its impossible to be sure from the face of a bronze statue. These people, if they were in fact Vulcanoid and not just merely worshipping them could be one of a three or four different offshoots. We'd really need to do more investigation."

"Captain!" A voice called out from the direction of the base camp. Its tone had Zane and Jerran instantly draw their weapons and charge back towards the others.

The sentry had waited calmly, hidden in a nearby building for others to come. Once the critical number had arrived they had each targetted an intruder and moved in.

<<<NRPG>>>

I don't know why but I get the picture of a Dr. Who episode with the Dalaeks closing in droning on 'exterminate! exterminate!

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

USS FEYNMAN: A New Threat

by Melanie Pocknall 4-6-1997

SD: 90406.0454
MD: 6.1245
SCENE: Computer centre, Husnock base

While Koreth was busy trying to work out which of his people were in danger on the planet, Meleah and her team had been examining all they could figuratively get their hands on in order to understand how the centre worked. She had been in contact with Maril and Koreth, who were apparently having similar experiences with the base actually talking to them. The more information that her team found, the more convinced that the base would be good to use as a base of operations. However, the question now was, would the base let them?

Since none of the crew except the senior officers knew about that objective, and they really weren't supposed to know much anyway, she couldn't discuss it with anyone until she got back to the ship. But she was taking careful note of what the base could do.

The sensors apparently automatically search for any ships in the surrounding area, presumably because they were waiting for their masters to return to the base. The computers also controlled the tractor beams which were connected to the docking bays, the shields, and communications. Overall, the computers did a lot of the work normally done by Starfleet staff. And since it knew the area better than anyone currently in the vicinity, that would be an asset for the Fleet.

The away team was actually finding the base quite easy to get along with. In a way, it was like dealing with androids, except it was easier to believe that androids were sentient because they looked that way. With the base, it was harder to believe. The computers were giving them some instructions (but not all) as to how they run the base, and the officers were continually amazed at the speed of the computers and it's vast knowledge banks.

Suddenly, the base said, [Something is approaching.] On the viewscreen, it magnified a square of space until a small ship could be seen. It magnified it even further.

"Xanthandi," Meleah recognized. "How far is it away from the planet?"

[2 light years. There are six of them. They are on a heading towards your ships.]

Meleah's fingers flew over the panel and discovered the computer was indeed correct. The Xanthandi ships were on a heading for the FEYNMAN and the other ship, the HARBRINGER, the computer had identified it as. "By my calculations, they will be within sensor range in three minutes, and within firing range in five."

[Are they friends of yours?] the computer asked.

"No, they are not," Meleah replied. "Lt. Meleah to the FEYNMAN."

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MD: approx 6.1255
USS FEYNMAN, bridge (nrpg: I'm assuming J.C. is on the FEYNMAN)

Krysa sat up in the command chair. "Jenn here."

[Cmdr, the base's sensors are picking up six Xanthandi ships within two light years of your position.]

"How come we didn't pick this up," Krysa said, asking the bridge officers.

"They're just coming into range now," said Allard at tactical. "Six Xanthandi ships, same class as the HARBRINGER."

"Thanks, Meleah. How well protected is the base?"

[Unknown. I assume we shall soon find out. Meleah out.]

"I believe we shall. Mr. Allard, shield status?"

"Now at 95%."

"Why only 95%?" Krysa questioned.

Allard looked down at his panel. "It appears much of the energy is being used by the Delphi, therefore taking a little power away from the shields."

"Boost shields to maximum, and ready phaser and photon torpedoes."

"Aye, sir."

Meanwhile, M1C Lianna West looked on from her science station. She hadn't been on the bridge before when there was a battle, and she wasn't particularly looking forward to it now.

-------
On the Husnock base.....

"Has anyone found the weapons control?" Meleah asked her team.

There was a small bit of silence as the team shook their heads. Apparently, the base was still holding out on that. And if they wanted to help the FEYNMAN, there was only one thing to do. Ask it.

------
NRPG:

Okay, the threat that Kevin vaguely mentioned is arriving. Mike, I think you're on the FEYNMAN with Kristen but I'm not sure. Will the base join in the fight?

Sincerely yours,
Lt Meleah, CSciO, USS FEYNMAN, Silver Fleet

Melanie.