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USS FEYNMAN: Staffing
by Andrew Catterick 7-1-1996
> MD: 5.1500
> Scene: Captain's Ready Room
>
> ".... so you see Lieutenant, I want something more authoritative. I'm
> no interior decorator, but I need something that gives me a clearer view
> of everything and that says.... *CAPTAIN*."
>
> The CEO looks at Zane trying to determine if he's truly serious.
> Starting slowly Tarrant begins speaking, "Well... I guess we can break
> a few rules concerning alteration of ship bridges and do it... but I'll
> have to wait till we get back at Epsilon..."
>
"Excellent Lieutenant. " Zane paused. "But I don't expect my Chief
Engineer to lose some down time on EPSILON because he's fitting in a
chair on the bridge. This past mission was particularly hard on all of
us..." His mind drifted to the letter he had just finished writing to Ensign
Serra's family. It was bad enough having to tell someone their son,
their brother, their grandchild was dead. But to have it happen
barely a week out of the Academy. "...including you. The number of
hours you spent in the lab trying to figure out how to save the Ring
after we cut in to it would have 'fried' most people's brains, not to
mention your boarding of the Panarik vessel. So make sure you
get some R&R while we're in dock. That's an order."
"Aye sir." Koreth didn't seem all that convinced.
___________________________
Scene: Sickbay
"Why isn't Lieutenant Krazny back on duty?" Zane asked, a mixture of annoyance and concern.
"I am unable to determine that." The Vulcan seemed perturbed and Zane wondered ideally if that perturbed her even more.
"I thought this was just a simple concussion? A few hours sleep and he'd be as good as new. That was 48 hours ago."
"I am at a loss. Every test confirms this diagnosis but he does not seem to progress from where he is now. It is as if he is in some form of stasis."
"Has Dr. Glin'Kharr been able to provide any insight?"
"I have confined the Doctor to his quarter's until he has recuperated to my satisfaction."
"I wish I could have heard that discussion."
"The Doctor did seem somewhat....discontent with my decision. However I did consult with him before he left for his quarter's. He had no insights into the Counselor's condition."
"Recommendation?" Zane asked.
"If there is no improvement in the next 24 hours I suggest we transfer him to EPSILON medical. They are better equipped to handle this."
Zane frowned not liking the options he was faced with. Having to transfer an officer as important as Krazny off ship was definatly something he wanted to avoid. He had confidence that EPSILON medical would revive the lieutenant but if it was after FEYNMAN had shipped out on a new mission it was very possible that Krazny might be permanently transferred to another ship. And transferring a comatose officer back to EPSILON raised uncomfortable memories of Captain West. On the other hand having an unconscious officer in sickbay would help no one.
"Very well, keep me informed."
________________________________________
Scene: Security Office
Lieutenant Sr'qwon stared down at his console with great excitement. With the communications blackout lifted his mailbox had quickly filled up with the correspondence that had been stored at Memory EPSILON for the past week. Half way down the list was the communication he had hoped would arrive but had been certain would not.
Opening the file he quickly scanned it, his excitement growing.
"Sr'qwon to Captain Zane."
[Zane here. What can I do for you lieutenant?]
"Could I have a few minutes sir?"
{I'm in 10-Forward, Zane out.]
_________________________________
Scene: 10-Forward
Zane sat at the table his hands clasped in front of him as he considered when the tables had turned. A few hours ago things couldn't have hardly been better. They'd found the cure to the 'incurable' plague, they saved 70 billion sentient lifeforms, and then they'd survived Cardassian treachory. But then he'd found out about Krazny. Trying to keep his spirits light he had gone to 10-Forward to revel in the high morale of his crew. As an added bonus Bat was off-duty, his assistant telling Zane that the old bar-tender was currently harassing the second officer in the renovations of her office. At least it would keep her occupied. But now Sr'qwon had dropped a bombshell of her own.
"...so you see captain, as much as I love the FEYNMAN, being accepted into special forces training is not something I can pass up."
He nodded feeling somewhat deflated. When he handed the Admiral his staffing report Nicholas would surely hit the roof. There were already jokes floating around the fleet about the FEYNMAN's inability to retain its officers, especially when it came to CSciOs. And now to make it worse a new science officer had apparently been transferred to the ship but had since disappeared. Zane made a mental note not to visit the Officer's Club while he was in port.
"I don't know what to say Lieutenant except congratulations you'll be missed."
<<<NRPG>>>
Just tying up some staffing threads and laying the ground work for others that may need it.
We'll arrive back at EPSILON on MD:6.1200 Anyone feel free to take us in. Look to being in a week or so.
> As for that crack about the SOLAR class looking like it backed
> into something... I haven't forgotten that.
Oh SERAPIS is a SOLAR...I, uh, forgot. Well at least your not the pilot who couldn't parallel park.<EG>
regards,
Andy
-CMDR Zane, Commanding Officer, USS FEYNMAN
-LT.CMDR Tarsa Rogers, Executive Officer, USS GAUSS
-CMDR Nigel Straun, TACFLEET Liason Officer, INDIGO FLEET
-CMDR Horatio Sinclair, Fleet Intelligence Officer, BLUE FLEET
USS FEYNMAN: Homecoming, Finally
by Joseph Baker 7-2-1996
SD: 80702.0414 (GMT)
MD: 6.1200
"Starbase EPSILON control acknowledges our docking request and directs us to follow the beacon to our assigned bay," LT Jenn said from her console at OPS.
Jerran looked over to take a quick glance at her. She was taking this whole situation rather well on the outside, but that was his Vulcan side that was making that observation. His Bajoran side, that side which wept for the death of his own beloved, that side that was suppressed when he was among others, knew that the second officer was hurting. That side of him that he had accidently unleashed upon LT Jenn during the accident on the NOGURA during his first mission, it knew how she felt, and it almost hurt him just as much as it hurt her. But, his Vulcan half wasn't going to let him show it now anymore than he had shown the pain then. In fact, he had doubled his mental blocks so that not only Jenn but the other telepaths and empaths on board would not be able to hear his Bajoran heart's cry.
From behind, Jerran could hear CMDR Maril say, "Take us in, Mr. Jerran, maneuvering thrusters at full."
"Aye, sir," the pilot responded, turning his thoughts away from the person sitting next to him. When it came to most species that did not normally possess telepathic abilities, such as humans, Klingons, and especially Ferengi, he had to rely on touch to convey the telepathic signals. But, when it came to more powerful telepathic species, such as Betazoids and other Vulcans, and even humans who had telepathic abilities, he had to make a concerted effort to keep out their naturally telepathic emissions. Sometimes it was hard, especially when the emotions were being sent out with the intensity that he felt from LT Jenn. But, it reminded Jerran of the reasons why he had not followed his mother's unemotional heritage. Had he gone through the emotional disciplines, then he would have no common frame of reference to understand many of the myriad of emotions that he felt from the different creatures he had encountered so far in his short career.
Starbase EPSILON loomed on the viewscren, its huge space doors taking up a majority of the upper part of the station as the FEYNMAN moved in closer. After a moment, Jerran had pushed the ship past the doors and was moving her towards her assigned berth. Workbees flitted here and there on the viewscreen in front of them, moving to get out of the way as the small ship flew past. Some of them wiggled a bit in small rolls of greeting as they buzzed past the FEYNMAN's bow. Jerran smiled slightly and gave a slight wiggle of his own when he noticed that Maril wasn't paying attention to the viewscreen. He looked over at Jenn and saw by the stiffled chuckle behind her lips that she had noticed, and he smiled back to her, both understanding the other much more than they would either ever admit.
Jerran pulled the destroyer into a modern version of a parallel parking maneuver as she slipped into her parking berth. He then shut off the main thrusters and activated the station keeping thrusters.
"Thrusters at station keeping, sir," he announced.
"Very good. LT Jenn, activate the moorings, and sound the docking signal."
"Aye, sir," she said as she typed the commands into her console. "Moorings are activated and secure."
"Deactivate thrusters, Mr. Jerran. Bridge to Engineering, cut the drives and secure all drive exhausts. Bridge to Captain, we're now docked, sir."
Commander Zane walked out of his ready room and looked at the viewscreen as an ENDEAVOUR class starship slipped into a nearby berth. "Ladies and gentlemen, we're home...."
<NRPG> Yeah, I know. Melodramatic. But hey, you gotta do that sort of post once in a while ;) I can't always have Jerran saving the day :)
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USS FEYNMAN: Work & Relaxation
by Max Felsher 7-2-1996
Reports to be written, branch assessments to be made, and many other equally boring tasks lay ahead. Other things too, like promotion recommendations and overviewing sensor logs. Having been in command of the huge away team, as well as being the only senior officer who had gone into the Neo-Luddite settlement, he was the one who had to write the large reports. Maril sighed again.
'Well,' Maril said to himself, 'you can't get to Stirabi until you start on the road to it.' With that, he started his work.
He started on the reports--not very interesting, but they had to be done. Besides, Maril wanted to get rid of the hard stuff first.
First, the general overview of the mission. This would probably be the longest report, since it would be sent to the Captain and then to SB Epsilon, like all of the reports.
Maril looked back upon the mission, remembering the preparation for the mission, the beam-down, finding many leads in the Neo-Luddite settlement, the escape from the settlement, all of the adventures at the perimeter camp, the breakthroughs in finding a cure, and finally, the Cardassian encounter. It was quite a bit for one mission, but it was rather straightforward in that Maril hadn't gone back and forth from one area to another.
After finally finishing that report and a few smaller reports on the settlement, the Plague, and other topics which had influenced the outcome of the mission, Maril stood up and walked out of his office. There was still quite a bit of work to do, but it could wait.
MD 5.1800
Holodeck 1
Maril stood on the holodeck grid, thinking. He really didn't know what he wanted to do there, but he did know that he needed something to relax.
"Computer, access all holodeck recreation files relating to role-playing."
A long list appeared on the console just inside the holodeck door.
"Computer, limit to role-playing files from history or literary works."
A somewhat smaller list now appeared.
"Hmmm...not that one. No, not that one, either. Let's see...maybe...this one! Computer, load program and begin when ready."
Suddenly, the holodeck grid disappeared and was replaced by a view of a large forest with a plain to the right. Far in the distance, a river curved along the horizon.
However, the interesting thing wasn't the view but what was close to Maril. He was standing at the top of a defensive structure made out of stone, with stone towers to his left and right. At his waist, on the left side, was a long, straight sword. On his back was a bag-like container carrying a bow and several arrows. By his side, resting on the outer wall, was a light shield, ready to be picked up at a moment's notice.
Not a moment after he had surveyed the surroundings and himself, Maril saw a huge mass of soldiers swelling through the forest and down the plain.
Another soldier, who was obviously in charge, yelled, "To your posts, everyone! They're attacking!"
The sun has met the sea,
Lt. Commander Onta Maril,
First Officer, USS Feynman,
aka Max Felsher
NRPG:
A little backpost. I had written this, and then read all of the new stuff, so I'll just leave this thread as it is. I'll assume that Maril does finish all the "paperwork" and that he has a good time in the holodeck simulation. :)
He'll probably return to this simulation sometimes, when he needs to relax(which, knowing this crew, will be most of the time :P).
USS FEYNMAN: How to Live With Sadness
by Kristen Gant 7-2-1996
Stardate: 80702.1416
Scene: 10-Forward -> Quarters
MD: 5.1900
Krysa thanked Bat for allowing her to have a good cry in 10-forward with him. It did seem to make her feel a little better to let go of some of her anger and guilt. Much like she had done for Jerran on the runabout. Of course, as a trained counselor she had known that, she just hadn't wanted to deal with it. But now that her duties and responsibilities were at an end for a while she had time.
"Anytime you need it," he told her gently.
She nodded, "I need to get to my quarters, I think. I'm sure there're a lot of things to do there."
"Do you want company?" he offered.
She shook her head, "No, I have to do this on my own. But I appreciate the offer." He nodded and she gave him a quick hug before standing and making her way out of the lounge. Her movements were almost mechanical, but they were moving her forward, and that's what she needed.
Thankfully the hallways were mostly empty and no one stopped her on her way to her quarters. She slowed as she neared them then stood there in front of the door just looking at it. She was finally able to will herself to take the step forward that would open the door. When she did, she could almost hear the clicking of the keyboard, and hear him call, 'Did you have a good day?'. As she listened, wishing desperately to really hear it, the silence became deafening. She looked around the room. It all seemed so familiar and yet so different... so empty.
It was then that she noticed the lantern on the table. She leaned down and picked up the note. All her words to Terri that day on the shuttle came back. Oh how easy it had been then to say those words, and yet now she realized how difficult they were to hear. She picked up the lantern and paper and carried them into the bedroom. She decided now was as good a time as any to begin to admit that Kavan was dead, and to deal with the fact that he was never coming back.
MD: 5.2200
Physically and emotionally exhausted Krysa blew out the lantern and curled up onto her bed giving herself over to a sleep filled with content and peaceful dreams of happier times. She decided that there were definitely some traditions the Bajoran's did better then Betazoids. And this was one of them. She would definitely have to thank Terri soon....
MD: 6.0700
Krysa woke feeling refreshed. Her heart was much lighter, now that she had a restful sleep and allowed herself to be happy in the memories that she held. There was still sadness in her loss, but it no longer clouded her vision.
She quickly showered and changed as she prepared for the day. They would be back at EPSILON today, and she was looking forward to that. There were things that she had to do, and they would be much more easily accomplished on the Starbase then on the FEYNMAN.
She almost decided not to check her messages as she knew there would be the normal sympathy mail, and she didn't want to ruin her day with it. Then she stopped herself, deciding that knowing her friends cared shouldn't ruin her day, so she quickly pulled them up. She found herself smiling through light tears as she found that the words of sympathy really did help.
She noticed a message from Dr. Glin'kharr, asking to see her personally. She decided she could see him after they docked at Epsilon. As she got ready to leave she stopped at Kavan's computer, lightly touching the keyboard. Then shook her head, no she would start going through his things later. She quickly headed to the bridge.
Scene: Sickbay
MD: 6.1400
Krysa walked into Sickbay and up to Dr. T'Del, "Dr. Glin'kharr asked to see me."
T'Del raised an eyebrow, but didn't protest, "Please keep it short Lt., he needs his rest." Krysa nodded and turned to see the Doctor, but T'Del stopped her, "Lt," she said quietly. "We do need to discuss arrangements for your husband."
Krysa looked at her for a moment, not quite sure what she was referring to. Then it she realized what the Vulcan was talking about, and nodded slightly not quite sure what to tell her.
"I'll make some decisions within the next couple of days, I promise," she told her, and turned to see Dr. Glin'kharr.
"Dr." she said, not really wanting to disturb him.
"Lt. Jenn, I'm glad you stopped by. I would have come to see you, if that woman would let me out of here."
Krysa nodded. "I'm sure she's just making sure you're okay first."
"Hrmmmph," he growled, "Lt, I wanted to say how sorry I am about Mr. Kavan's death. I feel responsible, as I let him go with the search party."
Krysa nodded, "I understand from Ens. Couprie, that Kavan demanded to go."
Glin'kharr nodded, "Yes, he did, quite vehemently as a matter of fact."
"I'm not sure there's anything you could have done to stop him." She thought about how she had refused to marry him when she was 15. He had still eventually got his way. Yet another regret she had.
Regards,
Lt. Krysa Jenn
NRPG: Well, here is the super fast version of Jenn's trip from the ring to Epsilon ;)
BTW, I don't expect that one Bajoran ceremony is going to make Krysa back to her normal self ... but it ought to keep her from biting any more heads off, or falling apart in 10-Forward :) :)
Kristen
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USS FEYNMAN: Readyroom--->CINCSILVER
by Andrew Catterick 7-3-1996
SD: 80703
Scene: Readyroom
Zane sat in his readyroom staring out the small window watching the ships of spacedock float by. In a few minutes he would depart for his scheduled appointment with the Admiral. On his desk lay a PADD that contained his mission report, its third incarnation. Ever since the end of the mission his feeling of triumph and pride in his crew had been slowly gnawed at by the mystery of the four Starfleet ships that had hidden themselves 'over the horizon' and waited. Waited for what?
At the time he had been suspicious but for the most part he had just been glad they where there to save the FEYNMAN, another thought that stuck in his throat. But as he thought about the mission at his leisure without the intense pressure to find a cure and save his ship hanging over him he began to see many more unanswered questions and one apparent conclusion. The FEYNMAN had been set up or at the very least had been deemed expendable. But by who?
Right from the start of the mission it had seemed...well strange. The FEYNMAN was not a medical ship by any means and while she had an exceptional medical department and had been sent Dr. Glin'kharr, a seeming gift from the gods, it still didn't add up. At the time it seemed an honour to receive it, desperate situation, countless lives at stake....call in the ship that can get the job done. But now? If Starfleet had four capital ships to spare why weren't they dispatched? The SOLAR class would have had a much better chance. No they had to have been setup, but why? And by whom?
Zane's thoughts drifted back to his first meeting with the Admiral. He was fresh out of the Academy and as green as they come. He smiled at the memory. He had completed his holodeck training on ALB and the second it was finished he had raced to the shuttle bay while his friends and recent grads gladly accepted the 48 hour leave before shipping out. Hours later he was standing in front of Nicholas charged with emotion as he was given his first assignment.
The Admiral had been a very imposing figure, and still was. But as gruff and demanding as he was you new where you stood. You were given a mission and you did it. If you did it well, fine that was your job. If you didn't, God help you. But through it all you knew you had someone there to back you up, and Admiral that, however imposing, cared about his ships and his officers. But he was also an Admiral that had sworn an oath to the Federation. And what happened if those conflicted? Had the FEYNMAN been set up for a higher cause? And had Admiral Nicholas been the chessmaster.
He considered that for a moment. He too had had swore an oath. An oath that he would give his life, if necessary to save others. But he had always assumed that he would be trusted to do so.
____________________________________________
Scene: Admiral Nicholas' Office
"Commander Zane." Nicholas nodded as Zane entered the office. "I've just been reading over the mission reports your exec and 2O filed. Quite an 'interesting' mission."
"Yes sir." Zane replied staring at the Admiral trying not to believe that he had set them up and wondering what he would do if it was true.
"Is there any reason your report is not among them?"
"Sir, I was completing a last minute edit." He handed the PADD over to the Admiral.
Nicholas set the PADD on his desk without looking at it. "Commander I expect a report filed as soon as you dock. I want the facts, I do not want prose. Is that clear?"
"Yes sir."
"Now, while you are here you can give me a verbal report."
"Admiral, I have, of course, read both of my officers reports and concur with all contents. The only difference between their's and mine is that I have a question."
Nicholas simply stared, waiting.
"I want to know who set us up and why?"
<<<MIKE: Big enough opening? :) >>>
With the mission de-brief complete the two men turned to the FEYNMAN's staffing situation.
"I gather from the reports that you are once again short of officer's?"
Zane handed over his other PADD wondering how badly he would be raked over the coals for needing more staff, again. Only on the base for a few hours he'd heard the jokes that serving on the FEYNMAN was so bad you had to fake a coma to get off. "Here are the FEYNMAN's requirements as well as my recommendations for staff." He braced for the worst.
<<<NRPG>>>
Mike: NRPG with the crew's mission suggestions to follow.
Respectfully,
Andy
-CMDR Zane, Commanding Officer, USS FEYNMAN
-LT.CMDR Tarsa Rogers, Executive Officer, USS GAUSS
-CMDR Nigel Straun, TACFLEET Liason Officer, INDIGO FLEET
-CMDR Horatio Sinclair, Fleet Intelligence Officer, BLUE FLEET
SB EPSILON (To Feynman with Love) I
by Mike Dawe 7-4-1996
> The lift behind him opened to deposit two Admirals and a Fleet Captain. * Wow,
>lots of brass here!* "All right, Ensign. What can I do for you," asked the Captain.
>She looked as though she wanted to be any place but here. "Ensign Allard reporting as
>ordered, per VADM Crowell. Here's my orders and dossier," handing his PADD and Service
>record to the Captain, "Sir," he added with a crisp academy tone.
> "Have a seat in conference room 11, down the hall, 2nd door on your left. Someone
>will see to you soon. Dismissed". With that, I had no choice except to leave.
<<SNIP>>
Meanwhile, in an office far above the conference room, at the very top of the station the Admiral and a Captain were involved in a debriefing of the USS FEYNMAN . . .
>"Admiral, I have, of course, read both of my officers reports and
>concur with all contents. The only difference between their's and mine is
>that I have a question."
>
> Nicholas simply stared, waiting.
>
> "I want to know who set us up and why?"
The Admiral growled in a manner that would have made a Klingon proud. "Hrrmf, I have been working on that little problem myself since the last mission update I received from you. I didn't like the answers then and I like them even less now. The answer is 'I don't know'. I kicked this all the way up the ladder and all I got was evasion and an offer to have your support withdrawn if I didn't like it."
"Which you refused."
The Vice Admiral nodded. "Wisely, it would seem. But I have been checking Starfleet records and every ship is said to be accounted for. There is only one Agamenmon class ship in action and it is the Heracles. That was not the ship you reported seeing. The Phoenix was a smaller class ship and decommissioned over a year ago. There has not been a successor to the name."
"I saw these ships Admiral. The Cardassians saw them too." Zane was adamant.
"I don't doubt your report, just the origin of the ships." The Admiral tapped some keys and a small light blinked on his desk. "We are now as secure as this office can be. You handled the last mission well and I am glad it came off without too many casualties. It could have been a lot worse. Pity the cure is dependent upon the ecosystem intrinsic to the ring itself. That stops it from being a complete cure, but the good side is it also stops the Cardassians from considering it a weapon, yet." As he spoke the Admiral was tapping some keys and accessing files that demanded a strict series of access inputs.
"Prototypes of ships often have glitches that make them too much work to fix, or to scrap. We consign them to secret fields, often well clear of shipping lanes and not near star systems. There, they become part of the Grey Fleet."
Zane nodded. The Grey Fleet was a common location for the consignment of officers whose careers had also hit the bottom as well. It was the scrap and salvage arm of the service and not one that any officer looked to for advancement.
The Admiral continued. "A few months ago I accompanied a small crew of officers on a field test of the security of one of the 'graveyards'. While there we ran into pirate activity also intent on acquiring materials. What does this tell you?"
"That Greys security is not . . . complete." responded the Feynman's CO.
The Admiral snorted "Complete? Bah, it is a joke. If you keep assigning screw-ups to one fleet what do you expect to happen? I think your little band of rescuers were from Grey Fleet. Some krig of a crew out there has recruited an 'action force'."
"Action force?"
"With some prompting from someone higher up they are trying to redeem themselves in the eyes of the fleet. Your set-up was probably just the first move we have seen but I have my suspicions a few other unexplained happenings in the last few months may also be laid at their feet. When they rack up enough 'points' then they will step into the lime light and take a bow. They will be so strong in the public eye that they will have to be awarded rather than punished."
Zane shook his head sowly. "But in the meantime they act without supervision and try for all the hotdog stunts they can to build up their reputation? Talk about your loose cannons."
The Admiral nodded slowly. "And I want you to help tie them down before they really screw up."
<<<nrpg>>>
Part II ought to be also in your box by now
mike--->who has trouble sending larger posts
Vice Admiral Azariah Nicholas CINCSILVER
Captain Christof Fife USS REGENT
GM USS SARATOGA
Lt. Cmdr Eskat Eskat USS HERMES
Lt James Cardiff USS SARATOGA
SB EPSILON (To Feynman with Love) II
by Mike Dawe 7-4-1996
> Zane shook his head sowly. "But in the meantime they act without
> supervision and try for all the >hotdog stunts they can to build up their
> reputation? Talk about your loose cannons."
>
> The Admiral nodded slowly. "And I want you to help tie them down before they really screw up."
"Easily said Admiral. But how is one little ship going to tie down the task force we saw?" Zane asked the most obvious question first.
"By doing what they cannot and taking them for 'An explore in the woods'" Azariah smiled grimly. "You have one of the best sensor arrays around. I am going to task you with an expedition into the 'sack with a great deal of press and hoopla. Your mission will be to find and map pirate bases within the 'sack for raids to be set up once you return."
"And you expect the Greys to want to take the bases first?"
Azariah nodded. "Either they will try to follow you in, which they cannot do due to the grav fluxes at the border of the 'sack, or they will wait for you on exit. Once they have the info they will try to make their raids."
"But if they cannot take the big ships in . . . " Zane stopped, seeing a predatory look in the eyes of the Admiral and thinking through what his own crew would do.
"This mission is another one where you are a worm on a hook. The only difference is _I_ tell you ahead of time and offer you a choice. Will you accept the mission knowing full well you are possibly being set up?"
<<<nrpg>>> Back to you Andy. btw AAAAARG, I have mislaid the staffing and crew recommendations stuff we discussed a while ago, could you nrpg me them again? I know you need a TAC so here we go on that one anyways. <<<rpg>>>
Later, after the discussion wound around back to more mundane topics.
>"I gather from the reports that you are once again short of officer's?"
>
> Zane handed over his other PADD wondering how badly he would be
>raked over the coals for needing more staff, again. Only on the base for
>a few hours he'd heard the jokes that serving on the FEYNMAN was so bad
>you had to fake a coma to get off. "Here are the FEYNMAN's requirements
>as well as my recommendations for staff." He braced for the worst.
It didn't come. The Admiral merely looked down at the list and then opened up a comm line to his secretary. "I see we have somebody waiting in Conference room 11. Why?"
[You had the light lit, sir. He is here to report for duty on the . . . ]
"Never mind where he _was_ going. Plans have changed. Have him report up to me now."
[Aye]
A few minutes later a young human entered, short cropped white hair almost glowed in the lights of the Admirals office. "Ensign Allard reporting as ordered, per VADM Crowell. Here's my orders and dossier," handing his padd and Service record to the Admiral, "Sir," he added with a crisp academy tone, echoing his words to the Captain earlier.
"At ease Ensign. This is Commander Zane, CO of the USS FEYNMAN. He will be your CO, and you will be his TAC/SEC officer." The Admiral nodded gruffly. "You will start out nice and easy as the ship has just returned from a mission and while we set up the next profile the crew gets shoreleave for the next . . ." He squinted at the Commander who shrugged. "Five days" Zane nodded. "Now unless there are any further questions? Dismissed."
<<<nrpg>>> Andy, we will finish this by the end of the weekend. the lengthy shoreleave is so we can put hoopla and press together for your next mission. The bait must be set well, like throwing out chum before hunting sharks.
Mike, this will be (barring news from the Feynman to the contrary) the
mailing list you will be using. I am sure the CO or FO will be contacting
you with the details in the next little while as to the ship, npc's etc.
You have gotten a good ship. prepare for a deluge of nrpg's about who
crashed what shuttle and saved whom from what certain death (they do that,
I'm used to it having taught in a kindergarten <BEG>)
acatteri@freenet.npiec.on.ca, jbaker@deans2.cas.usf.edu,
jobaker@chuma.cas.usf.edu, sgant@interaccess.com, ljk3@cornell.edu,
10330...@compuserve.com, mdawe@cln.etc.bc.ca,
jencksc@watmail.ucr.edu, e...@oitunix.oit.umass.edu,
barbro.stenquist@mailbox.swipnet.se,
psy342@igc.net,alt.star...@news.news.demon.net
mike--->who is expecting some snarky remarks about the kindergartens crack
NRPG: Re: SB EPSILON (To Feynman with Love) I
by Kristen Gant 7-5-1996
First off, Welcome, Mike :):)
>You have gotten a good ship. prepare for a deluge of nrpg's about who >crashed what shuttle and saved whom from what certain death (they do that, >I'm used to it having taught in a kindergarden <BEG>)
Secondly, " Hey I think I resemble that remark!" Oh well, what can I say I spend my days with a 2-yr old :)
>mike--->who is expecting some snarky remarks about the kindergarden crack
Lastly, Aww Mike :) Glad to see you can join in a be one of us :):)
Kristen
Kristen and Scott Gant
http://homepage.interaccess.com/~sgant/gant.htm
SB EPSILON (To Feynman with Love) III
by Andrew Catterick 7-5-1996
SD: 80705.0900
Scene: Admiral Nicholas' Office
>
> "But if they cannot take the big ships in . . . " Zane stopped,
> seeing a predatory look in the eyes of the Admiral and thinking through what
> his own crew would do.
>
> "This mission is another one where you are a worm on a hook. The
> only difference is _I_ tell you ahead of time and offer you a choice. Will
> you accept the mission knowing full well you are possibly being set up?"
>
Zane considered the mission objectives and the possibilities of achieving them. There were a lot of unknown variables and great deal of risk. Perhaps too much. "Sir, I'm here to follow orders as are my crew. I don't mind playing the pawn when I know I'm in the game. You can count on us."
<<<SNIP>>>
> A few minutes later a young human entered, short cropped white hair
> almost glowed in the lights of the Admirals office. "Ensign Allard
> reporting as ordered, per VADM Crowell. Here's my orders and dossier,"
> handing his padd and Service record to the Admiral, "Sir," he added with a
> crisp academy tone, echoing his words to the Captain earlier.
>
> "At ease Ensign. This is Commander Zane, CO of the USS FEYNMAN.
> He will be your CO, and you will be his TAC/SEC officer." The Admiral
> nodded gruffly. "You will start out nice and easy as the ship has just
> returned from a mission and while we set up the next profile the crew gets
> shoreleave for the next . . ." He squinted at the Commander who shrugged.
> "Five days" Zane nodded. "Now unless there are any further questions?
>
> Dismissed."
>
The FEYNMAN's newest member nodded first to the Admiral and then to Zane.
"Report to the first officer, Lt. Commander Maril on board he will assign you your quarters, get you on the rotation and generally get you squared a way." He extended a hand. "Welcome aboard."
"Thank you sir." Allard replied shaking his new CO's hand.
As Allard left Zane nodded over to the light on the Admiral's console. "May I sir?"
Nicholas hit a few keys on his board and the light was extinguished.
"Zane to Commander Maril."
[Maril here, go ahead.]
"Commander, we're in port for the next five days so you can begin standard shore-leave rotations. But before you do I'd like you to make sure that each of the senior staff brief everyone in their department before leaving the ship. I want everyone on their best behavior, no brawls and definitely no drunk and disorderlies. Let them no that any breaches of this will be dealt with severely. And, if they are questioned by any media representatives it's the standard, 'no comment.'
[Sir?]
"I'll explain when I come aboard."
[Aye sir. I will be like Mulkah in search of the oasis.]
"Zane out."
<<<NRPG>>>
Just a short one to keep things going.
Mike Dawe: Wasn't sure if you dismissed both of us so left it vague.
Respectfully,
Andy--->Who is wondering if his new chair will be finished in time for
some stirring pictures for the press! <BG>
-CMDR Zane, Commanding Officer, USS FEYNMAN
-LT.CMDR Tarsa Rogers, Executive Officer, USS GAUSS
-CMDR Nigel Straun, TACFLEET Liason Officer, INDIGO FLEET
-CMDR Horatio Sinclair, Fleet Intelligence Officer, BLUE FLEET
USS FEYNMAN: What a Day On EPSILON
by Kristen Gant 7-5-1996
Stardate: 80705.2252
Scene: Starbase Epsilon
Day 1 of Shore leave
Krysa stepped off the transporter pad in her civilian clothes. She had decided when she woke in the morning that she needed to be out of her uniform for this. She had the special authorization from Commander Zane, all she needed now was the courage and control to do what needed to be done.
She headed straight for Starfleet Communications. If she gave herself time to think about this, she was sure she’d fall apart. Without a word she passed the authorization card to the Ensign at the desk. After a quick run through the computer she said, “This way, Lt. Jenn.”
She led her to a private comm unit and closed the door. Krysa sat down and hit the console, “Priority one message, Betazed Civilian.”
<Betazed Terminal 3452.> said the male face that appeared in front of her.
“Priority one message, person to person, Devon Grall, Sharinae, Beranole Content.”
<Hold please, Lt.>
Krysa watched the young man’s face fade as the screen went dark for a short time only to be replaced by the smiling face of Devon Grall. <Krysa, my dear. This is a surprise. How are you doing?>
Krysa felt her resolve beginning to falter, “I... I’m calling because there’s been an accident.”
Devon’s face fell. He could see the seriousness on Krysa’s face and began to prepare himself for the words, <Hold on, let me get Salli. I think she should hear this as well.> Krysa nodded.
Soon the faces of Kavan’s parent’s were both waiting to hear the reason for her call. “I’m sorry...” was all she was able to get out before the words caught in her throat.
Devon was nodding sadly, and Salli had buried her face in her hands. Finally Devon asked, <What happened?>
“He was rescuing me.” Taking a deep breath she continued, a little less shaky, “He shouldn’t have been there, but they couldn’t stop him.”
<I see.>
“I’m so sorry, I wish...”
<I know,> said the man on the screen. “I ... haven’t finished packing his things. But I... when I do I’ll send them.” Devon nodded, <That’ll be fine.>
“I do need to know what you would like done with his... with him. Would you like him sent to Betazed?”
<I think that’s best.> Krysa nodded. <Will you come for the funeral.>
Krysa froze. She had known that they would want her to come, but she didn’t feel that she could. And that made her feel all the more selfish. “I can’t,” she said simply, not feeling that it was enough but not knowing what else to tell them.
<I understand.> “I said my farewells already, I can’t do it again.” Salli spoke for the first time, <Thank you for telling us.> Krysa nodded, “I’m can’t tell you how badly I feel for you.” <Have you talked to your parent’s> Salli asked.
Krysa shook her head, “Not yet.”
<Then go child, call your mother.>
Krysa nodded and the transmission faded. She felt very empty. She hit the console button again. “Priority one message, Betazed Embassy, Earth.”
Krysa headed for the main commerce section of the Epsilon. Salli Grall had known what she was doing when she told Krysa to call her mother. Baris Jenn had a way of making the whole world better. Telling her mother of Kavan’s death had been a hundred times easier then telling Kavan’s parents. The word’s had just flowed from her. And Baris had sat there listening, comforting and advising as only a mother could do for her child.
As she walked she allowed herself to enjoy the sights and forget her recent tragedy. She realized how hungry she was so she stopped in a small cafe for a quick bite to eat. It seemed so long since she had really eaten. She hadn’t felt much like eating the last few days. Bat had admonished her, warning her that she needed to keep her strength up. But now looking at the food in the cafe, she felt her appetite coming back. Instead of the quick meal she intended to have she order a rather large one and polished it off, enjoying every bite. She thought perhaps she was even up for a bit of shopping. So leaving the cafe she headed into a small clothing shop.
She found a lovely blue blouse and decided that she had to have it. She stepped up to the cashier and found herself staring at a picture on the wall. The picture was of a dark-haired model with a face so familiar, she couldn’t take her eyes off it. Her eyes widened as she realized who it was. “Jeri,” she whispered.
She pointed to the picture and asked the woman at the counter, “Who is that?”
The woman shrugged, “I’m not sure what her name is. She came around a week or so ago looking for a job. The owner took a shine to her and asked her to do a little modeling. She’s pretty, don’t you think?”
“Yes, I do.” Krysa said, “I just thought she looked familiar. Where could I find the owner.”
“He comes and goes. It’s hard to say for sure when he’ll be in.”
“I’ll come back later,” she paid for her blouse and hurried out, heading for the Epsilon directory. It might be a long shot. She might not even be here any longer. And if she was she might not be listed. But Krysa felt it was worth a try.
Regards,
Lt. Krysa Jenn,
NRPG: Just a little more angst for Krysa and a reappearance (Possibly) of the mysterious sister of hers :)
Kristen
USS FEYNMAN: Reporting 4 Duty
by Michael "Mike" Dailey 7-6-1996
SD 80706.1500
SCENE: VADM Nicholas' office.
"At ease Ensign. This is Commander Zane, CO of the USS FEYNMAN. He will be your CO, and you will be his TAC/SEC officer." The Admiral nodded gruffly. "You will start out nice and easy as the ship has just returned from a mission and while we set up the next profile the crew gets shoreleave for the next . . ." He squinted at the Commander who shrugged. "Five days" Zane nodded. "Now unless there are any further questions? Dismissed."
SCENE: Leaving VADM Nicholas' office.
J.C. slung his duffle over his shoulder. Leaving the office, he passed all of the senior officers going about their business, heading straight for the lift. "Computer, where is the FEYNMAN docked?", asking the base 'puter in a gruff tone. <USS FEYNMAN located at bay 9, take this lift to level 4, follow the corri...> "Computer, CANCEL inquiry!"
- Great, here I am, on my way to the USS Garbage Scowl, to be a security grunt and
human sheild for some deskbound Lt.Commander or Commander. I can see it now... Ensign Allard, quick, I'll go search over there where it's safe, you go over there and search where there's probably a squad of Romulan Troops in full combat gear! Let me know if you need any help.!" SIGH. I wonder if there's a nice position on a border patrol ship...??? **
The lift stopped at level 4, J.C. got out, noting the corridor was for the most part, quite empty. Following the corridor, he came to the first bay, #9. *Wow, short trip* The lock was already open, with base and ship personell comming and going. J.C. stepped through the lock, almost colliding with a Lt., jg. in Medical on his way out. J.C. stepped aside, "Exsuce me, Sir.", the Lt. said nothing, but hurried on his way.
- Great, real friendly bunch here. That was probably the Crewmaster or Counselor.**
The end of the walkway opened up into one of the cargo bays, a command Lt. standing at the doorway. J.C. approached him, "Permission to come aboard, Sir." He had to look up, for the Lt. was quite taller than himself. "Granted, Ensign. What can I do for you?", asked the Lt. J.C. glanced around briefly. The usual hustle-and-bustle, people and supplies comming, going, beaming in and out. Seems two officers were having a heated discussion about a cargo crate. **OH well, none of my business **
"Reporting for duty, Sir. I am looking for the Duty Officer or the XO."
Submitted
Mike Dailey
Splatter2@qtm.net
Ensign J.C. Allard
CSO/TAC USS FEYNMAN
