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USS FEYNMAN: NOGURA Medical Emergency
by Joseph Baker 2-1-1996
SD: 80201.0811
MD: 1.1445
Setting: Runabout NOGURA
[Do you have enough power to beam up Meril] asked Cmdr. Zane over the comlink.
"Affirmative," answered the councilor. Jerran shot her a surprised look for not even bothering to consult him on the matter. He wasn't too happy about introducing a foreign virus onto the runabout and running the risk of getting both he and Jenn killed, but if they didn't, Meril could die.
Jerran tapped his badge and said, "We're going to have to beam two of you up, Commander, so that the other can help Meril. Regulations clearly dictate that during a contaminant situation..."
[I don't care about the situation, Ensign! Beeam up Meril and Fobok now!]
"Aye, sir," Jerran said, obviously not happy with the situation. He turned to Jenn and said, "Beam them to the aft compartment, but make sure the containment field is in place first, along with sealing the hatches."
She nodded as she tapped in the control sequence to lock onto Meril and Fobok. After a moment, the transporter whined into life as the two officers materialized in the aft compartment.
"Keep an eye on that containment field, Jenn. With what little power we have, it could go off at a moments notice."
"And what if it does? What will we do then, Terri?"
He looked down at his console and said in a calm and matter of fact way only a Vulcan could master, "Regulations are very clear on these matters, Krysa, and you know that. We'd have to jettison the aft compartment."
Krysa was surprised at the passionless tone with which he said this, especially after the emotional scene she had witnessed and felt not more than a couple of hours before.
"Jerran to away team. Do you want us to beam you up now, or will you be looking around some more down there?"
<NRPG>
I never recieved a post from Kristen saying what happened on the way to
the moon, so when I got the other posts, I just assumed we made it there
without running into the Feynman or any other ships :)
Away Team: If you decide to beam up to the runabout now, Jerran will try and remind you again about regulations concerning the jettisoning of the aft compartment should the containment field fail. That's what he was going to say when he was cut off by Zane. <G> You can either let him warn you then or cut him off again and find out later. It's all the same to me <G>
Respectfully Submitted,
Ensign Jerran Terel
FCO/Taxi Driver
USS FEYNMAN
aka Joseph Baker
jobaker@chuma.cas.usf.edu
************************************************************************* * Daisemi'in rhhaensuriuu * Of the chief parts of the Ruling * * meillunsiateve * Passion, only this can be truly * * rh'e Mnhei'sahe yie ahr'en: * said: * * Mnahe afw'ein quii; * Hate has a reason for everything, * * rh'e hweithnaef * But love is unreasonable. * * mrht Hes'he ehl'ein quii. * ************************************************************************* * Joseph W. Baker * * Physics Major, College of Arts and Sciences * * University of South Florida * *************************************************************************
USS FEYNMAN: Reaching the Ship
by Max Felsher 2-2-1996
SD 80203.0130
MD 1.1530
Runabout Nogura
"Approaching the Feynman," Ensign Jerran called out to the crew and passengers of the Nogura.
"Containment field holding at 80%," Lt.<jg> Jenn reported.
"The Feynman is hailing. I'm opening a channel," Jerran said.
[Hello, Nogura. Report on your situation,] Commander Paxwax ordered.
"Commander Zane, Ensign Fobok and Ensign McGivers remained at the moonbase to investigate more thoroughly, Captain. Commander Zane can tell you more, sir. It appears that the away team contracted a virus which they were able to find an antidote to. However, Commander Maril was involved in an accident and was contaminated to a great extent. We are carrying Commander Maril and CPO Desfleurs with us. I assume I'll report on our section of the mission once we get on board, sir."
[Understood, Ensign. We'll beam Maril directly to Sickbay. Feynman out.] As Maril was weaving in and out of consciousness, he was beamed to Sickbay. Dr. Tok was standing over him, looking over the readings. They didn't look good.
"Nurse Sihl, 2 cc's of veroglycite, please." The Bolian injected it into Maril's blood. There was some improvement, but not much.
"Hmmm. I'm going to go into my office and try to find an answer. Notify me the moment anything changes," Tok ordered.
As he stepped into his office, the ship shook. Maril moaned, "Ahhh...Tragrives Delta, mouth of Rectol River, flowing into the Sea of Acten." "I guess I will have to work a little more quickly," Tok remarked.
The sun has met the sea,
Lt. Commander Onta Maril,
Second/Operations Officer, USS Feynman,
aka Max Felsher
NRPG:
All:Just trying to move along. Just some information. I made it up, but you
should probably know anyway. The Tamarian religious philosophy(or part of it)
is that life is a river. The source is birth and the mouth is death. When a
Tamarian is born, he/she is given a "life river". When they die, their body is
put at the source and left to float to the sea. So, Maril's moan about the
delta, etc. was sort of a statement of nearing death. Not that he is(he just
thinks that he is. ;) )
Lysle:If you kill Maril, you're going to be in big trouble! ;) Oh, I hope
you've read the short medical section of Maril's bio. The main thing that you
have to worry about is that his blood type is rare even for Tamarians. I
believe it is "River of Acseli".
USS FEYNMAN: Away Team
by Andrew Catterick 2-2-1996
SD: 80203.0000
MD: 1.1615
Scene: MoonBase, CIC
Ensign McGivers turned to Commander Zane with satisfaction. "I've finished my analysis and am ready to give you a preliminary report. You'll be happy to know that it ties in with the events that affected both the FEYNMAN and the NOGURA.
That last part really got Zane's attention. "Excellent ensign, proceed."
"Perseid V was terraformed by the Briglen several thousand years ago. After the new environment stabilized they seeded the planet with a primitive race that they had transplanted from a dying world. Apparently one of the Briglen world's had accidently triggered some sort of ecological disaster and felt it was their duty to save the indigenous race by taking such dramatic actions. This room we are in was built to keep a watchful eye on the developments of Persei V. After several centuries it was decided that the inhabitants were viable so the Briglenians returned to their home system leaving this observation base on a sort of computer watch. Their last action before leaving, however, was to set up a security system based in the asteroid field to keep intruders out."
"Good work ensign. That does answer alot of our questions but it also leaves us with a rather puzzling mystery."
"Sir?" McGivers had been to engrossed in her work to see the obvious.
"Well the fact that the Perseins built this moon base means they had achieved a technology that was at least the same level as 21st century Earth.
"Yes sir, that much is certain."
"Where did they go?"
*********************************************************************
Scene: Moonbase beamdown point
Zane, Fobok, McGivers and Charles stood in the standard transport stance. They all quietly considered the question Zane had posed.
"Zane to FEYNMAN, four to beam-up."
<<<NRPG>>>
Just a quick one cause its late....
Joesph: Can you add the newsgroup to your mailing list (alt-star...@news.news.demon.net)
Respectfully submitted,
LT.CMDR Zane
========================================================================== ==== LT.Tarsa Rogers CEO USS TESLA ==== ==== LT.CMDR Zane XO/FO USS FEYNMAN ==== ==== LT.CMDR Nigel Brock ALB INSTRUCTOR HOLODECK 18 ==== ========================================================================== ==== Andy Catterick St. Catharines, Ontario ==== ==== acatteri@freenet.npiec.on.ca Canada ==== ==========================================================================
USS FEYNMAN: Meeting with CinCSILVER
by Andrew Nugteren 2-4-1996
Stardate: 80204
Scene: Outside Admiral Nicholas Office on Epsilon
Paul and Zane rounded the final corner before arriving face-to-face with the Admiral's secretary.
The secretary smiled, and looked up from her padd. "Gentlemen. The Admiral has been expecting you. He's waiting now."
"Thanks," Paul flashed a smile before moving through the already opening doors. Zane followed just a footstep behind.
Nicholas nodded as they entered and both officers snapped to attention.
"Admiral, Commander Paul Paxwax, LtCmdr Zane reporting as ordered sir."
Respectfully submitted
Cmdr. Paul Paxwax
<<NRPG>>
Short yes, but my lack of time has reached epidemic stages around here.
Mike: Ready and waiting :-)
+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+ | Commander Kirsten Rarjzar Executive Officer USS OLYMPUS | | Commander Paul Paxwax Commanding Officer USS FEYNMAN | | Commander Erwin van den Berg Fleet Intelligence Officer SILVER FLEET | +=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+ | Andrew Nugteren Christchurch | | Email: andrewn@southern.co.nz New Zealand | +=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+
USS FEYNMAN: Meeting with CinCSILVER cont
by Mike Dawe 2-4-1996
> Zane paused for a few seconds there were many candidates amongst the senior staff too choose from. "I'd like to promote
> Lieutenant junior grade Krysa Jenn to the position sir."
> That one surprised the admiral. He looked down to the viewscreen quickly. "Your ship's counsellor?"
> "Yes sir. The lieutenant and I have spent the past month conducting the Command Officer's Tests. She has recently passed
> with one of the highest marks ever. But it is more to it than that. I believe she will provide a vital balance to the command
> structure. My strength is SEC/TAC, Maril's is science and computers, Jenn's is diplomacy and psychology. By having the three
> of us in he senior positions I believe we are best equipped to face any contingency." Zane sat back in his chair.
> The Admiral thought for a moment. "Those are your decisions Commander?'
> "Yes sir and I stand by them."
Azariah met the young officers eyes and there was a tense moment of silence. Then the Admiral snorted and nodded. "Good, I want you to be comfortable with your team and the best way for that to happen is for you to choose them yourself. Only problem is that Counsellors are few and far between so Jenn is going to have to pull double duty until starfleet digs us up another one. I might also recomend you give here the bump to full Lt. but the new regs allow she can stay as is and still fill the spot. Your call."
Zane pulled out his PADD and tapped a few notes in as the Admiral continued. "Your previous mission has been called short due to a more disturbing trend closer to home." The ships roster on the viewscreen display was replaced by the local starmap. "The Bismark is here." A system shone for a moment. "Investigating what appears to be a natural phenomena working its way through space." The map showed a track of systems . . . heading right at Cait.
"Do you want us to assist the Bismark?" Asked the new Commander.
"No, they have a fine crew and should be able to handle that end. But note this data and then add this." A red zone flared on another border of the Epsilon domain. "The Pearson was destroyed with a huge loss of its crew compliment during contact with an emerging space civilization. Indicators show that they may have had outside help. Then there is this."
Another flare on another side of the Epsilons globe of influence. "The Kzinti have chose this time to offer treaty negotiations. The Andromeda and the Regent are currently inside their territorial borders. This is following an all out attack on Epsilon some months ago."
Zane nodded slowly. He had heard of the battle and seen the aftermath. But he had not seen all these other details put on a map at the same time. Epsilon sat in a ring of hotspots. There were blank spots here and there but the trend was easily seen. "I take it you have a new mission for us then?"
"Saratoga is off doing a first contact here." Another flare in one of the blank areas. "And the Endeavour on a diplomatic mission. That leaves this area." A large hand gestured to the last blank area on the map. "A little more to th galactic south than your crew was. It is still deep space and mostly mapped by old survey probes decades ago. Nothing was noted then beyond basic system data."
"If there is nothing happening there then why are we being sent?" The Commander dearly wished this was not another milkrun shakedown cruise.
"You are going because it is quiet there, too quiet. All this other border activity makes me wonder why nothing ever comes out of there." The grey eyebrows furrowed for a moment. "There are a few other details I haven't mentioned. One Captain has hypothesized a revolution from within. Another is looking into the possibility of some disgruntled ex members of SFIA making trouble for profit. There was an murder attempt on me a couple of weeks ago but it was bungled. They didn't catch the assassin though."
Zane nodded, he had noted the slightly incresed security in the outer office. "So what are we going out to look for, enemies from within or without?"
"Neither, that's not our charter. You are going out to explore some previously uncontacted planets and make basic assessments of any and all life found. Just keep your eyes open to see if there is anything that has a broader scope that might add to my little map."
<<<nrpg>>> Hokay, a broad spectrum of missions present themselves all starting with basic exploration and first contact. If you want more details then continue this meeting otherwise you have some announcements for your crew and a new start.
mike--->I love being admiral _sometimes_
mdawe@cln.etc.bc.ca
USS FEYNMAN: Docked at Epsilon
by Max Felsher 2-4-1996
SD 80204.2230
Bridge
Lt. Commander Maril sat in the Command Chair, looking over some information. Repairs were going well. They would be ready to go by ALPHA ahift the next day if everything went smoothly. Several officers had crossed over to the Starbase. Although it hadn't been very long since they had been there, Maril understood why those people did. It's hard being on a starship for a long time. Maril looked up. There wasn't much of a view since they were docked. He wondered what Zane and Paxwax were doing with the Admiral. Oh, well, he would find out soon enough. There was no use in trying to see through a wall of stone. He was jolted from his thoughts by WO Ein. "Sir, you're getting a message from Epsilon Security. Text only." "Patch it through to Science I, Mr. Ein." Maril looked over the message. It wasn't good news.
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>Begin Message>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
From: SB Epsilon Security
To: Lt. Commander Onta Maril-2O/OPS:USS Feynman
Subject: Transgression
Classification: none
SCPO Meln(Ferengi, male), OPS on the Feynman's GAMMA shift, has been charged with aiding smugglers of illegal weapons and firing devices. The trial will keep Mr. Meln at Starbase Epsilon for at least 2 months. We regret any effect this has on your staff. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>End Message>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
Maril thought for a second. Who would replace Meln? He had promised Bellad
a shift if one became open. He tapped on his communicator and spoke.
"Warrant Officer Bellad, report to the Bridge."
[On my way, sir.]
The sun has met the sea,
Lt. Commander Onta Maril,
Second/Operations Officer, USS Feynman,
aka Max Felsher
NRPG:
All:Just passing the time. Maril doesn't know about his promotion, so I kept
it that way.
Andy, Kristen:Congratulations!
B.J.:I hope you don't mind if I "steal" Bellad to be Maril's aide when he
becomes FO. If you do, just tell me, and I'll figure something out.
USS FEYNMAN: Bridge --> Ten Forward
by Joseph Baker 2-4-1996
SD: 80204.2013
Scene: Bridge, USS FEYNMAN shortly after the end of Alpha shift
Even though the ship was docked at EPSILON and he really had nothing to do at the helm except for the simulations he was running, Jerran was still reluctant to give it up to WO Dunnon who was now asking the ensign to vacate the seat for about the third time.
The excuse was always, "One more minute, Mr. Dunnon, and I'll be done with this simulation run." His "one more minutes" had run onto about a half an hour into Beta shift before he finally got up and let Dunnon have the seat.
He turned to go towards the turbolift and then turned around again to check something on the panel, "Let me just see real quick the status of the repairs on the NOGURA."
The older warrant officer almost slapped the ensign's hand away from the panel as he said, "Back off, sir. You're shift is over. You should go get some rest."
Jerran raised an eyebrow at the AFCO and said, "Yes, you're right. Thank you for reminding me of that." He then walked off the bridge, for now.
As he got into his quarters, he started wondering what he was going to do with the next few hours of off time. Even when he was technically off, he usually didn't stay so for long. He usually went down to the shuttlebay to tinker with the shuttlecraft or something. He knew that wouldn't work as Dunnon was probably on the comm now telling the shuttlebay watch officer to shoot Jerran on sight if he came near a shuttle.
That left a couple of things open, like Ten-Forward, a prospect he didn't really relish, but one that he thought would pass the time adequately. He took off his uniform and put on one of his Bajoran civilian outfits, placing a Bajoran commbadge on the right side of his chest just in case someone called him. He then walked out to Ten Forward.
It was kind of crowded in Ten Forward at this time of day, as all of the Alpha shift people had just gotten off of work. Through the crowd, he could see Ensign Cartwright waving at him over by one of the windows, sitting alone. He made his way through the crowd, nodding politely to people who greeted him on the way, and then sat down accross from Cartwright at the small table.
She smiled at him and said, "That was a pretty good docking you did this afternoon, sir. One of the best ones that I've had the pleasure of piloting, at least."
"Thank you," he said, already weary of this crowded atmosphere. He got an idea and said, "Have you eaten yet, Ensign?"
"No, not yet. I was just about to go back to my quarters and replicate something when I saw you walk in."
"Would you like to join me in my quarters, then? I've programmed some rather good Bajoran dishes into my replicator which you are welcome to sample."
She smiled and said, "I thought you'd never ask." They then both walked out of the lounge together towards his quarters.
When they got there, she gazed in amazement at all of the starship models he had in various places around the room. She knelt down in front of a coffee table to gaze at a Promelian Battlecruiser which was lit up from the inside. "These are quite good. I've never seen models with this much attention to detail. Which company makes them, or did you just get them out of a replicator?"
He went over and got a couple of drinks and said, "I made them from scratch. I replicated the raw materials and then just used a small phaser cutter to shape them."
She touched the battlecruiser lightly and said, "That feels like duranium."
He nodded with a smile and said, "Well, I wanted them to look as real as possible."
He pointed to an old Klingon Bird of Prey model hanging from the ceiling and said, "Some of them I even scored with a hand phaser on lowe power to simulate battledamage. You can't do that with most other modeling materials without completely destroying the model."
"Wow," she said, her eyes wide with interest as she moved to look at a very old looking Romulan freighter. "How long does it take you to do a model?"
He handed her a drink and said, "Well, working off and on with it, it usually takes me about six months or so to get it done right. I've done simpler designs without as much detail in as little as a couple of weeks, though."
She took the drink with a thank you and looked over at his work desk to see a pile of building materials sitting in a neat corner of it. "What are you building there?"
He smiled with more than a bit of pride and said, "The FEYNMAN."
She chuckled and said, "I'm surprised you didn't already have one of this class already."
She glanced into the little alcove that was his bedroom and saw another interesting display on the wall. Jerran was off at the replicator getting dinner out when he noticed her gaze. He placed the plates of food on the coffee table and then walked over to her and said, "Please, feel free to look closer."
She smiled and walked in, looking at a display of old beam weapons on the wall. Most of them were Federation phasers, with a few Bajoran designs, and a Romulan disruptor pistol. Jerran reached up and pulled off an old Starfleet issue laser pistol and handed it to her.
"My god," she said, "This one must be almost a hundred and fifty years old."
He smiled and said, "143.2 years, actually. It still works, too. I've had to modify sarium krellide power packs to get it to work, but once I found out the proper phase discrimination for it, it was as good as when it came off the assembly line."
She looked at it kind of worried when he mentioned that it could fire and he smiled reassuringly at her and said, "Don't worry. I store all of the power packs in a locked safe, so they won't accidently go off."
She smiled and placed it back on the wall. They were all placed there in chronological order, the next weapon being a phaser from around 2245, one of the first to have a removeable hand phaser within a pistol mount. She picked up the next weapon after that, a sleak gray model from around 2285.
"I think these were the best ones ever made," she said, hefting it out in front of her. "I never understood why Starfleet replaced this one with that one," she said, pointing at the next phaser in the line, one which looked like the 2245 phaser in a much sleaker design.
"I agree, that is a better weapon," Jerran said, picking up the next phaser. "SF went with this one because it was easier to use. Notice that it has a slide here to determine the setting, rather than the mess of buttons on that phaser. In combat situations, it was deamed necessary to have something which you could switch settings with just a quick push of the switch rather than having to press multiple buttons."
She nodded as she placed the phaser back in its place. She then went to the end of the display and said, "This is a Bajoran design?"
He nodded and took it off to hand it to her.
"How come you only have a couple of Bajoran phasers?"
"Well, actually, the Bajora didn't have much of a need for phaser technology untill the Cardassian occupation. And then, we weren't aloud to build our own weapons so all we could do was forage around for whatever we could find. The Bajora didn't really come out with their own design for a phaser untill after the occupation."
She placed it back as he said, "Oh, our dinner is getting cold. We'd better go eat."
She tore her eyes from the display of weapons reluctantly and followed him out into the living room to eat.
<NRPG> Just a "little" post to show what Jerran does in his off time when he isn't flying <G> As for what happens between him and Cartwright after dinner, well, I'll just let the suspense get to yah <EG>
Congrats to our new CO, FO, and SO!!! <G> Looks like we need another councilor ;)
Respectfully submitted,
Ensign Jerran Terel
FCO
USS FEYNMAN
aka Joseph Baker
jobaker@chuma.cas.usf.edu
jbaker@deans2.cas.usf.edu
************************************************************************* * Daisemi'in rhhaensuriuu * Of the chief parts of the Ruling * * meillunsiateve * Passion, only this can be truly * * rh'e Mnhei'sahe yie ahr'en: * said: * * Mnahe afw'ein quii; * Hate has a reason for everything, * * rh'e hweithnaef * But love is unreasonable. * * mrht Hes'he ehl'ein quii. * ************************************************************************* * Joseph W. Baker * * Physics Major, College of Arts and Sciences * * University of South Florida * *************************************************************************
USS FEYNMAN: Jerran's Dinner
by Joseph Baker 2-4-1996
SD: 80205.0026
Scene: Ensign Jerran's Quarters
Jerran laughed as he set his glass down on the coffee table and said to Ensign Jennifer Cartwright, "You can't be serious!"
She smiled at him and said, "I am serious! I think that the Constitution Refit class was the best ship to come out of the 23rd century, even better than the Excelsior class."
Jerran leaned back on the chair he was sitting in and said, "I must admit that the Excelsior did have some glaring flaws when it first came out..."
"Like the whole idea of transwarp drive," Cartwright interrupted with a smile.
He smiled and nodded saying, "Yes, like transwarp drive. But, a lot of useful concepts came out of transwarp drive that are still in use today. By the Prophets, if it wasn't for transwarp drive, we probably wouldn't have the D-Drive nowadays."
She chuckled and said, "It was still a flop. The constitution was a much better ship."
"Yes, the Excelsior was a flop, and so were a few other ships which came after her, but once they refitted the Excelsior design and built the Enterprise-B, those problems were all fixed."
"Yeah," said Cartwright, "Like the pitifully slow impulse engines the Excelsior had."
"And then they added the extra set of impulse engines on the saucer section, increasing the performance by a hundred and fifty percent," Jerran said as he took their plates over to the disposal unit.
While he was doing that, Jennifer got up and walked over to the small table where the Romulan freighter model was sitting. "What's this, Terri? I don't think I've ever seen one like it before."
He smiled and walked over to stand beside her. "Ah, now. This is from a Romulan legend that I heard once. It's a Vas Ocalam class freighter named the Ja'telaih.
"About a hundred and twenty years ago, it was supposed to have been the flagship of the Rihannsu Ael'Arrhai, the Romulan Merchant Fleet. Legend has it that her captain, Stefanh tr'Khnialmnae, disappeared for a short time during an internal struggle the Empire was having in which its Praetor was almost assassinated. No one really knows what his involvement was in the conspiracy, but shortly after this event, he returned to his ship rather the worse for wear, as the legend goes, and he and his crew went off into the frontier systems between Romulan and Federation territory, but not before making a quick stop to one of the other Romulan worlds to pick up his wife."
Cartwright was intrigued and said, "What happened after that?"
"Well, Stefanh and his crew were being hunted by the Romulan navy by then, and they had to find a way to survive and keep the ship in top condition, so they resorted to piracy. The Ja'telaih became one of the most infamous pirate ships of the 23rd and 24th centuries."
"Well, what happened to the Ja'telaih and her crew?"
"No one really knows," Jerran said. "There have been no solid reports of its destruction. But, there have been a few acts of piracy which have happened off and on over the past century which have been attributed to the Ja'telaih. As for Captain Stefanh, legend says that he lives still today."
"That would make him how old, though?"
"Around 150, I'd guess. He was only 30 when he got the captain's chair of the Ja'telaih, which is a very young age for both Romulans and Vulcans. It's not uncommon for those in either species to live to upwards of 190 years old."
"So he could still be alive?" she said wide eyed.
"Yes, it's not entirely inconcievable. But, of course, most of the stories are just legend, and even though they may be based in some truth, it doesn't necessarily mean that it is all truth. Like for instance, one of the rumors I heard once said that it was the Ja'telaih which destroyed the Klingon outpost on Narendra III, the same outpost where the Enterprise-C was destroyed. That seems highly unlikely seeing as though most legitimate accounts say that it was a trio of Romulan warbirds which took out the colony."
Jennifer smiled at him and said, "That's an amazing story, Terri. Where'd you hear it from?"
"Over the computer nets. Being the son of a Vulcan ambassador allows me access to some of the more interesting areas," he said with a smile.
He glanced over at her and noticed that as he had been talking, she had been moving ever closer to him. They were almost touching by this time when he turned quickly and walked swiftly to the door.
She was startled by his swift movement and said, "Is there something wrong, Terri?" moving over towards the door.
"Oh, nothing's wrong," he said, opening the door for her. "It's just that it is getting awfully late, and I'm sure we both have duties to perform early tomorrow morning. The new parts for the NOGURA are supposed to be coming in from EPSILON, and I want to get on completing the repairs right away."
She nodded to him and said, trying hard to hide her disappointment, "Oh, I see. I guess I'll let you get some rest. See you in the morning, then?"
He smiled, trying to hide his embarrasment and said, "Yes, I'm sure of it. Bright and early in the main shuttlebay."
She nodded and walked off, not hearring Jerran's sigh of relief as the door to his quarters closed.
Respectfully Submitted,
Ensign Jerran Terel
aka Joseph Baker
jobaker@chuma.cas.usf.edu
************************************************************************* * Daisemi'in rhhaensuriuu * Of the chief parts of the Ruling * * meillunsiateve * Passion, only this can be truly * * rh'e Mnhei'sahe yie ahr'en: * said: * * Mnahe afw'ein quii; * Hate has a reason for everything, * * rh'e hweithnaef * But love is unreasonable. * * mrht Hes'he ehl'ein quii. * ************************************************************************* * Joseph W. Baker * * Physics Major, College of Arts and Sciences * * University of South Florida * *************************************************************************
USS FEYNMAN: Change of Color
by Kristen Gant 2-5-1996
>"You'll have to cover the COU post until we get a fresh new ensign but I'm sure you can handle it. So lieutenant is it a deal?" > Zane asked.
Stardate: 80205.2248
Scene: Captain’s Ready Room
Krysa was surprised at her promotion to full Lt. It didn’t seem that long ago that she was promoted to Lt.(j.g.) But she was genuinely shocked at being offered the OPS/2O position. It meant not only did she pass her Command Officer’s test, she must have done pretty well. She had worked hard on them and was pleased that her hard work had paid off.
Blayne had mentioned to her that there were rumors that Paxwax was being promoted off the Feynman, but she hadn’t really given it too much credence. After all rumor did spread without there being any substance to them.
“It is definately a deal, Sirs! Except for one thing. I do have one suggestion. Rather then trying to split my time up so much, what about Ens. Chesterton, my counselor’s aide? Couldn’t she fill in until we find a permanent replacement. She’s been invaluable to me during my time here.”
Scene: Krysa’s Quarters
Krysa sat looking at her new uniform sitting on her couch, waiting to be put on. She was worried now that she actually saw the mustard yellow. Was she completely crazy to think that she could actually take this position? She wondered. She did respect Comander Zane a lot. And his belief in her meant a lot. She hoped she wouldn’t let him down.
She carefully carried the unform into her bedroom and changed. Standing as tall as her short 1.3m (5’2” - for those of us not used to the metric<g>) would allow her, she inspected herself in the mirror.
She had carefully tried to calm her waves of black hair back out of her face. For the time being it was behaving, and she thought she looked quite professional. Realizing that it was almost time for Commander Paxwax’s party she quickly changed to her dress uniform, still Mustard, of course.
Regards,
Lt. Krysa Jenn (It’s so nice not to have to type that (j.g.)<g>)
NRPG: Andrew you didn’t mention dress for the party, but I figured if you were having an official ‘changing of the guards’ and all.... Hope it’s alright.<g>
USS FEYNMAN: FCO's Personal Log
by Joseph Baker 2-5-1996
<<<<<Begin Log>>>>>
Personal log
Ensign Jerran Terel, FCO
Stardate 80205.0653
I was most perplexed this evening by Ensign Jennifer Cartwrights actions at dinner. I was probably overreacting to her familiarity in this casual atmosphere, but I cannot deny the thoughts that I sensed from her over the course of the evening. After the head injury that I suffered on the NOGURA, I've found it increasingly difficult lately to control my genetic psychic abilities passed on through my mother's side. I just couldn't help but sense her attraction for me. I just didn't know what to do, and I'm sure it must have offended her when I ended the evening so abruptly, but I just couldn't handle the situation at that time.
The truth is, I think that I may even harbor some attraction to her. She is just so much like Kalani in that she has similar interests in starships and weapons. I was amazed that we were able to connect so well and converse so freely over the subject.
I must talk with the counselor about this sometime in the near future before I allow this to interfere with my work. I'm sure she will remind me of the close temporal proximity with Kalani's death this event has taken place in, and that I shouldn't rush things as I may only be attracted to Ensign Cartwright just because of her resemblance to Kalani. Still, I think this is something that I do need to discuss with her. After what we experienced together on the NOGURA, Lt. Jenn is probably the only person in the galaxy who would understand what I'm going through now.
<<<<< End Log >>>>>
Jerran put down the PADD he had been reciting his log to on the coffee table as he walked over to the replicator to get some tea before going off to bed. He knew that he wasn't going to be able to avoid Cartwright throughout his whole tour of duty on this ship. In fact, he had told her to meet him in the shuttlebay tomorrow morning to help with the repairs on the NOGURA.
No, he thought to himself. Avoiding her just wasn't the right answer. He knew that he was just going to have to search his feelings, with the counselors help, hopefully, and figure out how to solve this delima.
<NRPG>
Just a quicky before bed :)
Krysa: I hope you can pencil Jerran into your busy schedule now that
you're OPS to sit on your psychiatrist's couch for a session or two <G>
'Night, yall!
Respectfully Submitted,
Ensign Jerran Terel
FCO/Don Juan de Feynman
************************************************************************* * Daisemi'in rhhaensuriuu * Of the chief parts of the Ruling * * meillunsiateve * Passion, only this can be truly * * rh'e Mnhei'sahe yie ahr'en: * said: * * Mnahe afw'ein quii; * Hate has a reason for everything, * * rh'e hweithnaef * But love is unreasonable. * * mrht Hes'he ehl'ein quii. * ************************************************************************* * Joseph W. Baker * * Physics Major, College of Arts and Sciences * * University of South Florida * *************************************************************************
USS FEYNMAN: A Day in the Stife...
by Joseph Baker 2-5-1996
SD: 80206.0238
Ship Time: 2000
Ensign Jerran walked into Ten Forward, in a rather sour mood at that. For one thing, he was forced to wear a dress uniform, which he was consistently tugging at the collar of. His day had also not gone rather well with Ensign Cartwright in the shuttlebay.
He had been able to keep himself from reading the idle thought here and there from her, but it didn't take a telepath to tell what she was feeling. She had almost avoided him all throughout the duty shift today, except for where it was absolutely necessary to interact with him in order to do their jobs. That would have been just fine for Jerran had it not been for the aloof way she did speak to him when she had to. It was always "Ensign" or "Sir" rather than "Terri" or even "Jerran." Apparently, his reaction to her attraction towards him had had more of an effect on her than he had foreseen.
He surveyed the lounge as he walked in. Most of the crew that was off duty at this time were here, and even some who were probably supposed to be on duty, ahd the ship not been docked at Epsilon. Therefor, it was rather crowded. Many of the senior officers were gathered around the Commander Paxwax up near the front of the room, laughing and chatting with each other.
Jerran walked over to a secluded corner of the room. He had to admit, even though he was supposed to be one of the senior officers, he really just didn't fit in with the rest of them yet. He knew he was an excellent pilot. His Vulcan-ly logical pride in himself required him to admit that of himself. But, he knew that he was quite young and inexperienced, especially for a department head. And, he thought the near destruction of the NOGURA had been a fine example of that. If it hadn't been for Krysa's skill and experience, they probably would never have made it.
He ordered a drink from a passing waiter, surprised to catch a hint of some Aldebaren scotch having been "smuggled" on board. He wasn't one for drinking, so he just ordered a cup of Raktageno. Even though they were docked, he knew that it was going to be a long night.
And, it just got longer as Ensign Jenniger Cartwright casually came and sat down at his table directly accross from him...
<NRPG>
Let the games begin!! <EG>
Aldebaran scotch? Isn't that the green stuff Scotty got drunk on in
Relics? :)
BTW, Andy, I'm actually more partial to the Miranda class than any other
ship to come out of the 23rd century. I won't penalize you for going for
second best, though ;)
Respectfully Submitted,
Ensign Jerran Terel
FCO, USS FEYNMAN
aka Joseph Baker
jobaker@chuma.cas.usf.edu
jbaker@deans2.cas.usf.edu
USS FEYNMAN: Jordan gets down to Party
by Colby D. Beck 2-6-1996
Scene 10 Forward
Jordan was ready for some fun. After almost dying on that god forsaken moon base, he figured the crew deserved some fun. He walked into 10 forward, dress uniform making him feel like he was wearing a dress. He saw the HUGE receiving line to greet the Captain and decided to get a drink before paying his respects. One day, Jordan thought, they would be lining up to greet him.
Jordan got himself an Ale, and got into line. In front of Jordan was an unfamiliar face. An Ensign, probably just assigned out of the Starbase. "hmm." Jordan thought "It is a party, it couldn't hurt to be friendly."
Tapping the Ensign on the shoulder, Jordan introduced himself.
"Hello." The ensign replied. "I'm Allison Cummings. I just transferred on board. I'm a replacement in the Stellar Cartogography Dept."
Jordan was studdering to try and get out something. Thoughts swirled, Sydney, loyality, discipline, love, new adventures. It was all a lot for the young officer to figure out in a receiving line. Before he knew what happened, Allison's face was replaced by Parawaxx's.
Startled, Jordan put out his hand, and congratulated the Captain and thanked him for the opportunity to serve. "You know Sir, they say an Ensign's first ship and Commanding Officer are like his first loves, you never forget them."
"Thank you Lt. It has been a pleasure to serve with you. I have no doubts you will make a fine officer."
Jordan thanksed the Captain, and moved off to one side of the room. He caught Allison's eye, and began to move toward him. Just as he was about to get to her, Chief Mancuso came up and started about Security rotations.
"Chief, not now please, this is a party." But the Chief kept going. If one thing could be said about the ACSO, she was aggressive and strong willed. Jordan usually found it easier to deal with the situation quickly then argue with the Chief.
After about 10 minutes, the Chief finally seemed satisfied and walked away. Jordan caught Allison's eye again, she gave a shy smile as she moved to the door. With a tiny wave she was moving out the door. Jordan wanted to follow, but being a Senior Officer had its drawbacks occassionally. He would have to catch up to Allison another time.
Jordan went over to a group of Feynman Officers. Lt. Jenn was there.
"Congrats, Lt. I must say, the Captain made an excellent decision. You proved yourself capable of handling a bad situation from what I read of the shuttlecraft crisis."
Jordan settled down with his Ale and got ready for a rip roaring good time, even if he was in his dress uniform.
Lt.(jg) Jordan Charles
<<NRPG>>
All: I know I haven't posted in awhile, but I wanted to wait till we got everything worked out. That whole moonbase thread threw me for a loop. My mail server musta lost some, because I only got bits and pieces. My provider assures me everthing is back to normal.
As for the Web Page, I'll need roster and bio files (I guess thats Max now) and then Ill update everything and add our neeto commendation.
Oh, BTW you think McCoy would be proud?? :)
Andy and Andy: Congrats on getting your own ship. To the other Andy, you made postings a bit easier for a newbie and I'm glad you'll still pop by.
Kristen and Max: Yeah Yeah Yeah, congrats. Kristen, do I need to call you Boss now?? :)
All: OK..just for everyone's knowledge, I take the first part of the Bar Exam on March 8 and then I'm going to Las Vegas for Spring Break, so dont expect a whole lot from me from about March 6 till the 15. Until then Im ready to go.
Colby
::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: : Colby D. Beck "I am Not a : : cdbeck@interaccess.com Merry Man!!" : : http://homepage.interaccess.com/~cdbeck -Lt. Worf: :::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::
USS FEYNMAN: Real Short, I Promise<g>
by Kristen Gant 2-6-1996
> Jordan went over to a group of Feynman Officers. Lt. Jenn was there. "Congrats, Lt. I must say, the Captain made an excellent
> decision. You proved yourself capable of handling a bad situation from what I read of the Shuttlecraft crisis."
Stardate: 80206.1436
Scene: Paxwax’s Party
“Thank you Lt. Charles. Though, don’t tell anyone...” Jenn wispered, jokingly “...I’m the one that crashed it.”
“Well, then I need to crash one of those myself.” Jordon chuckled along with the others in the group. Then he excused himself and headed to the bar.
“He’s right Krysa, you deserve this.” Said a young ensign from engineering.
“Thanks, Tom. I must admit that I am really excited. Though I don’t know... do you think this is my color?” She laughed and they all nodded.
Regards,
Lt. Krysa Jenn, Ops/2O :):)
NRPG: Just a short one. I think I’ve posted enough the last few days to make
you real good and sick of me<G>
> BTW: Kristen => Please don't take offence to the 'counselor' thing... but I figured that a hard-nosed Klingon admiral stashed
> away in research might not be as understanding. :)
None taken, I'm just glad no one else is complaining yet<g> I thought it was a great touch and did make a lot of sense.
> Kristen and Max: Yeah Yeah Yeah, congrats. Kristen, do I need to call you Boss now?? :)
No, of course not! Just Sir<g>
> All: OK..just for everyone's knowledge, I take the first part of the Bar Exam on March 8 and then I'm going to Las Vegas for
> Spring Break, so dont expect a whole lot from me from about March 6 till the 15. Until then Im ready to go.
I will keep my fingers for you on your upcoming bar exam:)
Kristen
USS FEYNMAN: By the Pricking of My Thumbs...
by Joseph Baker 2-6-1996
SD: 80206.1635
Ship Time: 2005
Scene: Ten Forward
Ensign Cartright was the last person who Ensign Jerran would expect to come sit at his table at this moment, but she did. She sat down nonchalantly, and smiled at him, as if the night before had never happened, not to mention the entire day in the shuttlebay repairing the NOGURA.
He nodded to her and said, "Ensign," taking a sip of his Raktageno while glancing over at the command officers.
"Hi, Terri," she said in return. "How are you enjoying the party?"
He was surprised that she had gotten to the small talk so soon. He didn't have to use telepathy to tell that something was on her mind, but he was also not about to pry it out of her. If it was up to him, he would just let the whole matter go, but he could tell that it probably wasn't going to be that easy.
"It's fine, I suppose. I'm not one for social gatherings, though, and besides, I still hardly know any of the people here, except for you, of course, Ensign."
She smiled to him and said, "Yes, I suppose that's true. I think you've handled your transition from the Academy rather well, though."
Jerran nodded to her and said, "Thank you."
There was a long pause which lasted a couple of minutes. Terri guessed that she was hopefully out of small talk.
"Terri?"
"Yes?"
"I wanted to talk to you about last night," she said reluctantly.
"Oh?" he replied.
"Yes. I think I moved a little to fast. I presumed way too many things. And, I'm sorry for any discomfort that I caused you," she said, looking down at the table.
*Oh, damn,* Jerran thought. *Emotional response. What am I suppose to do now?* He knew that if he said the wrong thing at this point that it could either plunge him into a relationship that he wasn't really ready for at this time, or it would cause her to request a transfer off the FEYNMAN, in which case, Jerran would loose one of his best AFCO's. He really wished that the red alert klaxons would go off right now, but there was no such luck. He even tried to telepathically call out to Lt. Jenn for advice, hoping that some of that telepathic link which they had shared on the NOGURA had remained for her to hear him. But, as expected, not even that would work.
So, the only thing he could do was...
<NRPG>
Anyone, feel free to come over and save Jerran by interrupting the
conversation, if you like <G>
Respectfully Submitted,
Ensign Jerran Terel
aka Joseph Baker
jobaker@chuma.cas.usf.edu
jbaker@deans2.cas.usf.edu
************************************************************************* * Daisemi'in rhhaensuriuu * Of the chief parts of the Ruling * * meillunsiateve * Passion, only this can be truly * * rh'e Mnhei'sahe yie ahr'en: * said: * * Mnahe afw'ein quii; * Hate has a reason for everything, * * rh'e hweithnaef * But love is unreasonable. * * mrht Hes'he ehl'ein quii. * ************************************************************************* * Joseph W. Baker * * Physics Major, College of Arts and Sciences * * University of South Florida * *************************************************************************
USS FEYNMAN: Krysa strikes again<g>
by Kristen Gant 2-6-1996
<<NRPG>> Okay, okay, so I’m back.... It’s been a boring few days here
frozen like popsicles in Chicago!!!
Stardate: 80206.1609
Scene: Ten-Forword
Something was bothering Krysa. She couldn’t put her finger on it. But everytime she started to relax, it would hit again. It was like something really nagging on her mind. But she didn’t know what it was.
For the third time that evening she tried to shake it out of her head, when she saw Jarren sitting at a table with a pretty young ensign. She started to smile when she caught his eye. Then it struck her. *Help*
For a minute she was struck dumb, trying to figure out what she was hearing. It was Jarren, of course and when it finally dawned on her she realized that that was what had been bothering her all evening. She had an explosion of a telepathic experience on the Runabout, but since then her mental powers had been back to normal. Or was that sub-normal, she thought grimly. She quickly put those negative thoughts out of her head, knowing that they weren’t healthy.
She excused herself to the crewmen she was talking to and headed over to Terri’s table.
“Ens. Jarren. I wanted to come over and see how you were doing? The doctor told me that you really weren’t hurt that terribly and that he had you up and about in no time. He is a better doctor then I am.” She said smiling.
Regards,
Lt. Krysa Jenn
NRPG: Now, are you *sure* you need to be rescued<BG> Kristen
USS FEYNMAN: 10 Forward
by Andrew Catterick 2-6-1996
SD:80206.1815
Scene: 10-Forward
> Needless to say the room was packed. Paxwax was a popular Captain, and here it showed. Every
senior officer was accounted
> for and there was a fairly long line to get an audience with him.
Tarrant decided that he would catch Paxwax at a later time.
> Instead, he found that 'Commander' Zane was relatively free.
> "Congratulations on your promotion, Sir."
> "Thank you Lieutenant. " Zane tried to find something non-work related to talk about, but found
it difficult. Luckily Tarrant
> spoke first.
> "Did you serve with him long, Captain?"
"Right from the start." Zane replied pouring himself a scotch. "He and I, and Commander Maril as well, all started out together as fresh young ensigns assigned to a brand new ship. We arrived before she had even been commissioned and Captain West had taken command." Zane thought back to those exciting days. It was hard to believe it was not so long ago.
"Captain West. Yes I've heard some of my staff mention him now and again. Whatever happened to him."
"We were on our second mission. The captain had decided to lead the away team to a planet that was locked in a civil war. I was still CSO then and I was the security officer present. Of course I was responsible for everyone there but you know the captain's safety is of prime importance...." His voice trailed off. He had not thought of this in some time.
"And?" Tarrant prompted.
Zane took a long drink of the scotch. "And we were ambushed. We realized that we had put our faith in the wrong side and were now paying the price. Initially we were pinned down but after a few lucky breaks the tide began to turn. I left the captain to set up a little ambush of my own, with incidently the then CMO, Paxwax. He went to one side I went to the other. To make a long story short we were successful. We managed to neutralize all of our attackers. Or so we thought. As we walked back to the main group a soldier came out of no where and fired his weapon at one of the away team. Seeing what had happened Captain West dove in front of the officer and took the hit."
"He didn't make it?" Tarrant's Klingon blood welled with pride for the fallen officer. It was truly honourable to die in combat while saving a comrade.
"No he didn't die. He fell into a strange coma that the doctor was unable to wake him from. We transferred him to EPSILON medical which is where he is now. They have no idea if he'll ever come out of it."
The two men stood in silence for a few moments before Zane continued. He didn't want to put a damper on anyone's evening. "After that Captain Sarah Waylen became the CO. She was only here for a short time as she got transferred to another fleet. It was too bad in away. She was an excellent officer and I really learned alot from her. So did Paul. When Captain Waylen left Admiral Nicholas was sufficently impressed by him that he was given the FEYNMAN. Which just about brings us to the present."
"It seems you follow a long line of distinguished, albeit it brief, predescesors commander. You are worthy to join them."
"Thank you for the vote of confidence lieutenant." Zane allowed himself and uncharacteristic scene of uncertainty. "Right now I feel I need it. Those are big shoes to follow."
"Commander, I have found that to follow in ones footsteps is often counterproductive. You must wear your own shoes." It was Tarrant's turn to step out of character. "You know, the comfortable ones." Smiling he turned and headed for the buffet. Happy to see all the Betazed dishes that Bat had put out, especially the Mantickian Pate.
Zane watched him go and smiled. He really was lucky to serve with such a fine group. Looking down he examined the glass of Aldebaran Scotch he had been sipping and looked over at Bat and Mike Larocque who had become good friends of late. As he looked at the guilty expression on his aide's face and the one of smug satisfaction on his 'uncles' he realized that 'partner's in crime' might be a more fitting title. He didn't have to check with Maril to know that the scotch and other rare items on the buffet were very new acquistions. Too new to be entirely legal. He made a mental note to commend both men's ingenuity.
<<<NRPG>>>
I hope my memory came through, but that was the gist of it. :)
Our staff meeting will take place on the Holodeck but I have not yet decided what the scene will be....I hope to begin the meeting about this time tommorrow night or Thurs morning at the latest. It depends on how the party ends up :D
The mission date clock will be activated once we arrive in our patrol area.
As for bridge shifts, all remains the same with the exception of Maril who will take Zane's shifts and Jenn will take Maril's. Of course during red and yellow alerts the relevant senior staff will all be on the bridge unless occupied elsewhere...
respectfully submitted, CDMR. Zane
========================================================================== ==== LT.Tarsa Rogers CEO USS TESLA ==== ==== CMDR. Zane COMMANDING USS FEYNMAN ==== ==== LT.CMDR Nigel Brock ALB INSTRUCTOR HOLODECK 18 ==== ========================================================================== ==== Andy Catterick St. Catharines, Ontario ==== ==== acatteri@freenet.npiec.on.ca Canada ==== ==========================================================================
USS FEYNMAN: Party!
by B.J. Baye 2-6-1996
SD: 80206.1941
Scene: Fobok's quarters, before the party
Fobok tucked his son into bed. It was thr first time that he had been able to do that in what seemed like months. This was Matt's first day out of sickbay since the accident, and they both had enjoyed the time together. They had spent the entire time since he had been released together. Now, though, it was time for Commander Paxwax's going-away party. He got changed into his dress uniform, then realized he had no-one to stay with Matt.
He considered the options a few moments. He could leave Matt alone. Definately not. He could always wake him up and bring him along. That was out of the question as well. He didn't know anybody who wasn't going to the party, either. This was going to be difficult. He then remembered something. CPO Ying owed him a favour.
He tapped his communicator, "Chief Ying, this is Fobok, report to my quarters please.."
[On my way,] responded Ying.
A few minutes later, the door chime rang. "Come."
The door opened and Ying walked in. He was about 5'10" tall, with black hair. "You wanted to see me, sir?"
"Yes, chief, actually it isn't an order, just an off-duty request. I'd like you to take care of Matt while I'm at the party, please. I now it's a lot to ask, for you to miss the party.."
"No trouble, sir, I'd be happy too," interrupted Ying.
Fobok smiles, "Thanks," and walked out. He was late for the party.
Scene: Ten-Forward
Fobok walked into ten-forward and looked around. He immediately noticed the group of people talking with the Commander. He finished looking around the room, spotting Amy. She was alone. He started walking toward her. Before he got there, he noticed his anger growing and stowed it away. He had no use for anger right now. He stopped before he got to her, and as she turned when she noticed him, he turned quickly and went over to the group, to say farewell to Paxwax.
He waited a few moments to speak to Paxwax, and when he got up to Paxwax, he said, "Farewell sir, I shall miss our chess games."
Paxwax smiled, "As will I, Ensign. Good luck."
Fobok smiled and noddedm "Thank you, sir, and to you." Then, raising his left hand, did the vulcan salute. "Live long and prosper, sir."
Paxwax started to reply, but was distracted by another farewell. Fobok just walked away then, and finally realizing that he had very few chess games with the Commander, and had no idea why he said that.
He walked back over to Amy's table. Seeing she was still alone, he sat down. "So, who was that I saw you with the other day?"
Amy just said, "Why?"
Fobok wasn't sure what to say. How could he say anything more about this without saying how he felt? He wasn't ready for that yet. "Oh, just curious."
Amy smiled. Apparently, his blocks weren't working too well. She then said, "It was just a friend. His father just died, I was trying to comfort him."
Fobok wasn't sure what to do as she touched his hand and found out what she felt..
NRPG:
All: I know..am taking after Joseph here, but had to continue this plot I started before..:)..(and I started writing this post before I got his last post anyway..:))..anyway..hope you enjoyed this..I enjoyed writing it..:)..I also noted my sig file was wrong..so here is how it should be I guess:
B.J. Baye
aka Ensign Fobok
CSciO
USS FEYNMAN
USS FEYNMAN: Ten-Forward
by Max Felsher 2-6-1996
SD 80207.0200
Ten-Forward
Lt. Commander Maril looked around as he waited in line for a few moments. There was not a non-dress uniform to be seen. As he walked forward, he came up to Paxwax. "Well, Paul, congratulations on your promotion. Hopefully, Jebel will meet Castir again. I wish you well," the Tamarian said, tears starting to form.
"Goodbye, Onta. I'll see you again. Don't you worry." As the next person came forward, Maril was almost pushed away. He then strode over to the new Captain, Commander Zane. "Well, Zane, it's only two of us now."
"Yeah, only two. Someday, none of the original staff will be here."
"Well, hopefully we'll be Admirals by then," Maril said as he drank the new drink at the bar. "This isn't synthahol."
"No, it isn't. I think Bat went and got some not-so-legal drinks for the party." Maril went down a different path, "So, who else will be-" [Ops to Commander Maril. We have an incoming message for you.]
"Patch it through to my quarters, please. Maril out," he said over the intercom. To Zane, he said, "Excuse me. I have to go. I'll be back, though." As he walked into his quarters, he activated his desk panel. A Vulcan sat in the middle of the picture.
"Hello, Commander. I am sorry to disturb you. I am Lieutenant Salik, a Personnel Officer. I have two Tamarians here. I have been unable to make contact with either of them, but it appears that they want you, Commander. I reccomend you come here immediately. Salik out."
Maril hurried to change out of his dress uniform and get to the Epsilon Personnel Area. Finally, he reached it. He did actually see two Tamarians, a rare sight in this area. He recognized them as Azelti(his father) and Nolin(his sister). Maril was a bit annoyed. "Beved distracting the archer?" he said as he picked them up.
"No, Redev of Iteks in Gebelian army," his stubborn father replied. Nolin just smiled on, an exchange officer from what Azelti said.
As ther reached the Feynman, Maril said, "Be and camp in my tent until Kitak's Overflow. Be and get new tents of Stetal then." Maril was just able to change back into his dress uniform before his family members arrived.
The sun has met the sea,
Lt. Commander Onta Maril,
First Officer, USS Feynman,
aka Max Felsher
NRPG:
All: Well, Maril's not going to have much time. :) Anyone, feel free to ask why
his face is so red when he gets back to the party. :) OK, here's some info on
these 2 members of his family-Azelti Mar is in his early 50's(Earth years) and
is a stellar cartographer; Nolin Tuelchi is a cadet in the Tamarian Spacefleet.
She is about 19. Supposedly, she is an exchange officer. ;) I guess the
exchange directors decided to stick Maril with her *just* because he's her
brother and one of the few people who understand Tamarian. What a crazy idea. ;)
USS FEYNMAN: Nightcap...
by Joseph Baker 2-7-1996
SD: 80207.2044
Scene: Ensign Jerran's Quarters, USS FEYNMAN
It had been two hours since Terri and Jennifer had left the party together, and during that whole time, they had done nothing but talk about piloting stories, most of them legends concerning Jerran's starship models, as he had promised her. Jerran discovered that he had enjoyed reiterating the stories to her just as much as he had enjoyed learning them in the first place.
Jennifer took a drink of her tea and said, "Terri? Can I ask you something kind of personal?"
"Sure," he smiled to her. "What would that be?"
"Well," she said, kind of nervously, "It's just that I've never done it it before and I was wondering... would you perform a mind meld on me?"
He raised an eyebrow, and his face went to its normal serious visage as he said, "A mind meld is a very personal thing, indeed, Jennifer. We'll be sharing things with each other that we may not have shared with anyone else before."
She looked up into his soft gray eyes, becoming entranced by them and said, "I can't think of anyone I would rather share my deepest thoughts with than you."
A thousand thoughts rushed through Jerran's mind at that moment. He had only performed a mind meld on two other people before, his mother and Kalani. He knew what kind of a bond it built between the two people, but also how disurbing it could be if you happen to find something in the other person's mind that you did not want to find, or vice versa. Then again, he thought, it would give him an excellent opportunity to search his own feelings about this relationship.
"Alright," he said softly to her, holding her hand gently as he led her over to his bed and sat down beside her. "As this is probably your first telepathic experience, or at least the first that you are probably conscious of, I will not go as deep as I normally would."
She smiled at him and said, "Good. We have to keep some surprises for later."
In his mind, Jerran went through some of the mental exercises he was taught for preparing for a mind meld. He then smiled reassuringly at her and said, "Here we go," as he slowly reached over and put his hand to her face at the appropriate points on her temple.
Her thoughts and his began to intermingle as he said softly, "My mind to your mind. My thoughts to your thoughts. Coming together as one..."
<NRPG>
I hope yall are having fun at the party <G>
Respectfully Submitted,
Ensign Jerran Terel
FCO, USS FEYNMAN
jobaker@chuma.cas.usf.edu
jbaker@deans2.cas.usf.edu
************************************************************************* * Daisemi'in rhhaensuriuu * Of the chief parts of the Ruling * * meillunsiateve * Passion, only this can be truly * * rh'e Mnhei'sahe yie ahr'en: * said: * * Mnahe afw'ein quii; * Hate has a reason for everything, * * rh'e hweithnaef * But love is unreasonable. * * mrht Hes'he ehl'ein quii. * ************************************************************************* * Joseph W. Baker * * Physics Major, College of Arts and Sciences * * University of South Florida * *************************************************************************
USS FEYNMAN: Holodeck Briefing
by Andrew Catterick 2-7-1996
SD:80207.1845
"Begin program."
The familiar black and yellow grid of the holodeck wavered for a few seconds and then was replaced with the imposing scene of a dark, ancient castle. Zane stood at the edge of the lowered draw bridge and slowly examined the detail. At the end of the drawbridge the entry way was surrounded by a black iron gate with only a small entry way allowing passage within. Flanking the main door were to giant statues of some type of predatory bird. Their eyes glowed red and stared at him intently as he slowly crossed into the courtyard of the building. Lightening flashed off in the distance and the thunder rolled across the hills. Although he had programmed the climate control to remain at a comfortable temperature he felt a shiver go through his body.
Watching the shadows from the flickering torches dance across the castle wall he turned slowly until he found the main doorway. He crossed the courtyard a quickly now. It felt like rain. The pounding of his forearm against the thick oak door reverberated through the quickly arriving night. He felt a little foolish knocking on an illusionary castle that he himself had created but before he could open the door it was done so for him.
"Good evening sir. We have been expecting you."
Zane looked down at the withered old man who held the door in one hand and a makeshift wooden cane in the other. Zane walked in and carefully surveyed his surroundings. He was at a junction of three hallways. To his left, was a long corridor full of paintings and statutes and other assorted art works. It had no internal lighting, anything that could be seen was only clear when it was illuminated by a flash of lightening through the large windows. To his right was another long corridor. It had no windows and was illuminated by small candles in brass holders at shoulder length. There was a door at the end. In front there was a large staircase that seemed to be cut from solid rock rising several stories to a small landing that branched off into several direction. Beside the stairway was the entrance way to what appeared to be a rather large room. Zane saw that the large hearth fire was already lit.
The old man had already started hobbling his way to this room pausing only to look over his shoulder. "This way sir."
Zane followed him in and found what appeared to be the castle's library. In the middle of the room was a large table with eight oversized wooden chairs around it. The backs of these chairs had been carved into a variety of scenes, most of them grotesque. On the north wall was a small buffet. That had not been part of his program. Bat must have had his hand in this.
Thud! Thud! Thud!
He almost jumped through his skin as an eerie pounding echoed through the castle. The old man turned and dragged himself back to the door. "More guests to attend to."
<<<ALL: Feel free to post your arrival and please add a little colour
and scen
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Scene:Main Briefing, Castle library
Timeframe: After all are present.
"I'd like to be underway in 2 hours so I suggest we get right too it. As you have seen from the mission overview that was forwarded to all of you we have been given a mission which is just as mysterious as our last. I hope it will remain an exploration mission but being so close to the Kzinti border, a possible treaty or not, I am concerned. If attack we will most likely be severely outgunned. However, they've never gone up agianst the FEYNMAN...."
Zane was interrupted by the pounding of the door. The room grew silent as the assembled officers looked at each other in surprise. All the senior staff were accounted for so who could be at the door? The answer arrived several seconds later.
A large man dressed in black rushed into the room. He was soaked from head to foot, his long hair caked against his face. He gave a polite nod to the group and turned to face the buffet. Picking up a loaf of bread he shoved as much as he could of it into his mouth and turned his head quickly to rip the portion off. Chewing furiously he reached for a carafe of wine and greedily drank it in to help wash down the bread. Satisfied he turned to face the bewildered group.
He pulled a scroll from his leather pouch, unraveled it and began to read...
"Hear one. Hear all. By order of his esteemed magnificence, emperor of all the holodeck, commander of too much time... and by the agreement of his peers...it is an honour and privilege to announce that you Ensign Fobok and you Ensign Jerran Terrel, in recognition of your devotion to duty, your professionalism and your selflessness are promoted to the much distinguished rank of Lieutenant junior grade with all the rights and privileges that go with it."
Returning the scroll to his pouch the messenger pulled two small black boxes from his inside pocket and placed them, Fleet Insignia up, in front of the two newly promoted officers. With a dramatic bow to both he turned, bowed to the group, grabbed his hat from where he had thrown it on the buffet and raced from the room, on his way to the next delivery.
"Congratulations gentlemen, well deserved." Zane paused to let the group settle down from the excitement. "Now that the festivities are over lets get down to business. He turned to hear the officer's report.
<<<NRPG>>>
Okay I know the speech was corny but hey, it was off the top of my head.
Feel free to have a conclusion post to the party. I'm interested to see how our Romeo's are making out. :D
Post yourself arriving to the meeting and then a rundown of your department's status as well as any questions or observations you have over the mission info presented by Admiral Nicholas to Zane. If any of you don't have a copy of that post let me know and I'll forward one.
Since we'll be in the area we may run into a few stray cats<G>. A good description of the Kzinti race is on the web-page. Having said that I want you to know I am not pushing for any contact with them, we play as we go...but since we are in home space and they are our unfriendly neighbours you may want to read up on them. And as my character, Nigel Brock, who fought in the last attack can attest to they are quite ruthless....
Andrew: If you do get time feel free to post Paxwax at the party. I wanted to make sure you had a chance but I also wanted to get the ball rolling.
Joseph: Miranda Class!??! They are so ungainly they make a Klingon Bird of Prey look good (Well, almost!) 😄
respectfully submitted, CMDR. Zane
========================================================================== ==== LT.Tarsa Rogers CEO USS TESLA ==== ==== CMDR. Zane COMMANDING USS FEYNMAN ==== ==== LT.CMDR Nigel Brock ALB INSTRUCTOR HOLODECK 18 ==== ========================================================================== ==== Andy Catterick St. Catharines, Ontario ==== ==== acatteri@freenet.npiec.on.ca Canada ==== ==========================================================================
USS FEYNMAN: Holodeck Briefing (CONT)
by B.J. Baye 2-8-1996
SD:80208.0037 (GMT)
Scene: Ten-Forward, just after 'Party' post
Fobok couldn't believe the emotions flowing from Amy, in their slight contact. Amy loved him.
He smiled and squeezed Amy's hand. He had not felt this type of link, weak though it may have been, in a long time.
Amy suddenly drew her hand away. She didn't say anything, and while Fobok was recovering from such a quick break in contact, she walked out of Ten-Forward. After a moment, when he realized what happened, Fobok stood up and hurried after her.
*Have I done something wrong?* he thought as he ran out.
Unfortunately, she was long gone. He didn't bother returning to the party, and just went to his quarters. He didn't feel like partying.
He walked in, thanked Ying for staying, and when he left, Fobok went right to bed.
He awoke the next morning with a start. He was sweating heavily and panting. That was the strangest dream he had ever had. Even after he had calmed down, he still felt very strong emotions, and felt like his blood was on fire. It then ht him. He knew what this was, but he couldn't accept it. It couldn't happen! Ponn-far. He thought, since he was half human, it wouldn't affect him. That was why he had married earlier..and had Matt eight years before.
He thought a few moments and calmed down. It wasn't happening. It was too late. It was supposed to have affected him about ten years ago. He had refused to marry T'Sin, so he could marry Ivy. T'Sin had since married someone else.
"Dad?" came a tiny voice from the next room. When Fobok didn't answer, Matt came into his room, still in his pajamas. Fobok stood up, and started getting dressed. He had a meeting to go to. He then turned to his son.
"You better start getting dressed for school."
Matt frowned, "School?"
Fobok smiled, and finished putting on his uniform, "Yes, school, had you forgotton during all that time in sick-bay?"
Matt sighed and shook his head, then went back into his room to get dressed. Fobok then put his communicator on, and went to the door, he was late, and not thinking clearly as he left his son alone again. The fire still burned.
Scene: Holodeck, outside castle
Fobok walked up to the castle, and banged on the gate, harder then expected as the thuds sounded extremely loud.
As the old man answered, Fobok had to refrain from pushing his way past and heading in. When he was lead into the library, he sat down. Lt. Jenn looked at him curiously, but he just waved it off.
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>Scene:Main Briefing, Castle library
>Timeframe: After all are present.
> "I'd like to be underway in 2 hours so I suggest we get right too it. As you have seen from the
mission overview that was
> forwarded to all of you we have been given a mission which is just as mysterious as our last. I hope it will remain an
> exploration mission but being so close to the Kzinti border, a possible treaty or not, I am concerned. If attack we will most
> likely be severely outgunned. However, they've never gone up agianst the FEYNMAN...."
> Zane was interrupted by the pounding of the door. The room grew silent as the assembled officers looked at each other in
> surprise. All the senior staff were accounted for so who could be at the door? The answer arrived several seconds later.
> A large man dressed in black rushed into the room. He was soaked from head to foot, his long hair caked against his face.
> He gave a polite nod to the group and turned to face the buffet. Picking up a loaf of bread he shoved as much as he could of it into his mouth and turned his head quickly > to rip the portion off. Chewing furiously he reached for a carafe of wine and greedily drank it
> in to help wash down the bread. Satisfied he turned to face the bewildered group.
> He pulled a scroll from his leather pouch, unraveled it and began to read...
> "Hear one. Hear all. By order of his esteemed magnificence, emperor of all the holodeck, > commander of too much time... and by the agreement of his peers...it is an honour and privilege > to announce that you Ensign Fobok and you Ensign Jerran Terrel, in recognition of your devotion > to duty, your professionalism and your selflessness are promoted to the much distinguished rank > of Lieutenant junior grade with all the rights and privileges that go with it."
> Returning the scroll to his pouch the messenger pulled two small black boxes from his inside > pocket and placed them, Fleet Insignia up, in front of the two newly promoted officers. With a > dramatic bow to both he turned, bowed to the group, grabbed his hat from where he had thrown >it on the buffet and raced from the room, on his way to the next >delivery.
> "Congratulations gentlemen, well deserved." Zane paused to let the group settle down from the > excitement. "Now that the festivities are over lets get down to business. He turned to hear the > officer's report.
Fobok put the new hollow pip on, and then waiting to give his report. He was surprised that he got the promotion, yet didn't dwell on it. When his turn came, he did his report, but still had an edge to his voice. Despite what he was feeling, he would not accept the idea that Pon-farr was affecting him.
"The science department is ready for the next mission sir. The Delphi array is functioning normally, as are standard sensors."
Zane looked at the Lieutenant (j.g.) for a moment, "Are you alright?"
Fobok nodded, "It's nothing, sir"
NRPG: Hope you like the post..took me long enough to write it..:)..thought
I'd add a little twist with the Pon-farr idea. Hope it doesn't mess
anything up. I have an idea how to finish this..which won't involve Fobok
going back to Vulcan..:)..
Totally addicted to Internet,
B.J. Baye (aka Fobok, Matty, R2-B1, and a few other names)
