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<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Kristen Gant 8-1-1997</h4>
Stardate: 90801.1622<br>
Scene: Krysa’s Quarters<br>
Krysa looked over at the water bubbling happily in the pan as it set on a
hot plate. She picked up the dried pasta and dumped it in, then stirred it
briefly. *This is easy!* she thought with a smile.
She lifted the lid of the pan next to the boiling water and breathed in
the steam which rose from inside. She frowned slightly. It wasn’t exactly
what she expected... Certainly it didn’t smell like Bat’s always did.
Perhaps something was missing. She looked at the various spices she had
laying around the table and shrugged not sure where to begin.
Finally she gave up and dumped them all in the pot stirring it carefully,
then replacing the lid. She fiddled with the controls on the hot plate one
more time and then headed over to her desk to do more paperwork. After
all, as she had read somewhere.. ‘A watched pot never boils.’
She frowned as she noticed her request for more personnel had been
returned, ‘Denied’. She supposed she shouldn’t be surprised. With the
upheaval of Silver it was getting harder to get the things they needed.
Particularly now that the FEYNMAN was based virtually right in the ‘sack'.
Taking a deep breath she rewrote her request, still asking for the same
things only giving it a much more urgent tone. Who knew... maybe it would
help. It certainly couldn’t hurt!
Her comm badge beeped and she tapped it, "Jenn here."
<Hey Krysa,> Jerran’s voice rang out. <Thought you might like to know the
ENDEAVOUR is coming in. We’ll have her on our viewscreens any minute now.>
"Oh great! I’ll be right up," Krysa said pushing back her chair. While she
loved the FEYNMAN and her crew as much as the others, she couldn’t help
but be a little jealous of the luxurious Endeavor-class starship.
She pushed her chair in and hurried to the door. Then she stopped, Oops,
almost forgot ..˛ She spun around and grabbed her PADD, as long as she was
going to the bridge she might as well, send in her request from the
communication terminal there.. it would go much faster. Then she hurried
out of her quarters.
<nowiki>***</nowiki><br>
"Hmm, she is beautiful, isn’t she," Krysa smiled.
"Thinking of transferring to a larger ship, Commander?" Jerran said
looking over at her.
"Don’t count on it Mr. Jerran." she quipped.
"I was only asking out of concern for my shuttles."
Suddenly there was an alert signal from tactical. Zane, who had been
sitting in the center seat looked up at the young ensign.
"We have a fire on board sir."
"A fire??" All eyes turned to the young man. Fire’s couldn’t start on the
ship they had fire protection to prevent that.
"Yes sir, a fire. I’m rerouting to put it out."
"Where is it?"
"Umm .." the young man said throwing a quick glance toward the ops
station. "It’s in Commander Jenn’s quarters .."
Krysa’s eyes widen, "Oh no .." she whispered, "My sauce .."
Regards,<br>
Lt.Commander Krysa Jenn<br>
OPS/2O, USS FEYNMAN<br>
<nowiki>***</nowiki><br>
NRPG: Okay it’s pure entertainment :)<br>

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USS FEYNMAN: Burning Down the House

by Kristen Gant 8-1-1997

Stardate: 90801.1622
Scene: Krysa’s Quarters

Krysa looked over at the water bubbling happily in the pan as it set on a hot plate. She picked up the dried pasta and dumped it in, then stirred it briefly. *This is easy!* she thought with a smile.

She lifted the lid of the pan next to the boiling water and breathed in the steam which rose from inside. She frowned slightly. It wasn’t exactly what she expected... Certainly it didn’t smell like Bat’s always did. Perhaps something was missing. She looked at the various spices she had laying around the table and shrugged not sure where to begin.

Finally she gave up and dumped them all in the pot stirring it carefully, then replacing the lid. She fiddled with the controls on the hot plate one more time and then headed over to her desk to do more paperwork. After all, as she had read somewhere.. ‘A watched pot never boils.’

She frowned as she noticed her request for more personnel had been returned, ‘Denied’. She supposed she shouldn’t be surprised. With the upheaval of Silver it was getting harder to get the things they needed. Particularly now that the FEYNMAN was based virtually right in the ‘sack'. Taking a deep breath she rewrote her request, still asking for the same things only giving it a much more urgent tone. Who knew... maybe it would help. It certainly couldn’t hurt!

Her comm badge beeped and she tapped it, "Jenn here."

<Hey Krysa,> Jerran’s voice rang out. <Thought you might like to know the ENDEAVOUR is coming in. We’ll have her on our viewscreens any minute now.>

"Oh great! I’ll be right up," Krysa said pushing back her chair. While she loved the FEYNMAN and her crew as much as the others, she couldn’t help but be a little jealous of the luxurious Endeavor-class starship.

She pushed her chair in and hurried to the door. Then she stopped, Oops, almost forgot ..˛ She spun around and grabbed her PADD, as long as she was going to the bridge she might as well, send in her request from the communication terminal there.. it would go much faster. Then she hurried out of her quarters.

***
"Hmm, she is beautiful, isn’t she," Krysa smiled.

"Thinking of transferring to a larger ship, Commander?" Jerran said looking over at her.

"Don’t count on it Mr. Jerran." she quipped.

"I was only asking out of concern for my shuttles." Suddenly there was an alert signal from tactical. Zane, who had been sitting in the center seat looked up at the young ensign.

"We have a fire on board sir."

"A fire??" All eyes turned to the young man. Fire’s couldn’t start on the ship they had fire protection to prevent that.

"Yes sir, a fire. I’m rerouting to put it out."

"Where is it?"

"Umm .." the young man said throwing a quick glance toward the ops station. "It’s in Commander Jenn’s quarters .."

Krysa’s eyes widen, "Oh no .." she whispered, "My sauce .."

Regards,
Lt.Commander Krysa Jenn
OPS/2O, USS FEYNMAN
***
NRPG: Okay it’s pure entertainment :)

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