USS Feynman JAN 1997
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USS FEYNMAN: An Easy Escape?
by Kristen Gant 1-1-1997
Stardate: 90101.1439
Scene: The Wall
MD: 10.1915
Krysa looked out from under the table. Her eyes widened as she spotted the Captain, dressed in a beer stained Tuxedo punching a very tall Bolian. Zane seemed to have the upper hand, yet the Bolian refused to fall.
Krysa moved carefully out from under the table, still on hands and knees and reached out grabbing the Bolian's left foot and jerking quickly. The Bolian tumbled to the ground and Krysa jumped to her feet to avoid being crushed under him.
"I thought you and Meleah were shopping," he said throwing a very drunk Ferengi out of his way.
"We were," she grinned back stepping to avoid the falling Ferengi.
The circle of Feynman officers was moving closer to the exit when the first of the Marines entered the establishment. Bat roared, "The back way!"
Krysa found herself stepping over fallen bodies as they moved back in the direction they had come. Heading toward the back didn't seem to be quite as difficult as going toward the front as most of the bodies were already down.
A slender Kzinti suddenly rose up from the floor in front of Krysa and she roughly kicked up, her knee connecting with his chin, with a loud crack. The Kzinti sunk back to the floor and Krysa stepped over him, continuing to move back in the direction Bat had motioned to.
"Halt!" she heard marines yelling from the front of the bar. A gentle push from behind kept her moving and soon a bright light shown through a door not to far ahead. She ran through it quickly, happy to find several of her crewmates already waiting in the service hallway behind the bar.
"Do we have everyone?" Ens. Landers called.
"I think so," Bat said. The group as a whole turned and began to run down the hallway. As they rounded a corner the officers of the USS FEYNMAN ran face first into a contingent of three Starfleet marines with Stun rifles pointed at them. So much for an easy escape, Krysa thought.
Regards,
Lt. Krysa Jenn
NRPG: Sorry guys, I couldn't resist :} Don't know who else is with me and Ens. Landers and Bat, but I'm assuming most everyone :}:}
Kristen & Scott Gant
http://homepage.interaccess.com/~sgant/gant.htm
USS FEYNMAN: A Few Changes(and a trip to Security Central)
by Max Felsher 1-1-1997
SD: 90101.2300
MD: 10.1930
He sat in an armchair next to a glass table. His parents had sent him Jeckalla's Gaze Across the Ocean, a novel by a respected author from Motuxi, Maril's home planet. For some reason his parents had thought he would like it. He had let it sit there for a few weeks without touching it. Now that he was reading it, though, it was actually quite good. Of course, it was hard adjusting back to full Tamarian, but Maril was understanding the plot.
He looked up from the book as the door chimed. "Enter," he said, standing up.
The doors opened and WO Bellad Jafel, Maril's aide, walked through. Maril's smile turned into a skeptical frown as he saw a traveling bag slung over Bellad's shoulder. "Are you going somewhere, Jafel?" Maril said, putting a bookmark in the book and placing it on the table.
Bellad smiled uneasily. "I'm leaving for Bajor. My mother became ill about a week ago. I have to check on her, and make sure she can take care of herself."
Maril nodded thoughtfully. "Well, I'm sorry to lose you, Jafel. Do you think you will be able to come back?"
Bellad shrugged. "I can't really know until I get to Bajor. I'll see what I can do, though."
Maril extended his hand. "Until we both see the mountain."
Bellad grasped it and shook his hand. "May the Prophets guide you."
With that, Bellad turned slowly and stepped back through the doors.
Maril sighed and picked the book back up. He would have to find a new aide, at least for the time being.
Laying aside the book, Maril sat down at the table, in front of a standing console. "Computer, link me to a subspace beacon to the Tamarian Union, towards the planet Tyul IV."
<Link forming.>
After a few seconds, a computer voice stated, <Jesen who traveled, say in the elbin's voice the owl.>
"Azelti Maril and Perun Tuelchi."
Within minutes, the smiling form of Maril's mother appeared. "First ray of light, Onta!" Perun said happily.
"Sunrise, mother." The conversation turned to happenings back on Motuxi and around the Federation, and other news. Finally, though, his mother had to cut off the connection, although he did ask her to send some Tamarian music to load into the Feynman database.
Turning the console off, Maril smiled and grabbed the book. He turned to the page he had been on, and started reading. Rikabo searched the abandoned house on the beach. Suddenly, a noise caught his attention....
[Epsilon Security to Lieutenant Commander Onta Maril. Would you please report to Starbase Security Central.]
The sun has met the sea,
Lt. Commander Onta Maril,
First Officer, USS Feynman,
aka Max Felsher
NRPG:
First of all, happy New Year, everyone!
I just hope you guys don't get into too much trouble at the Wall. I have a vision of Maril having to go to the SB Epsilon brig to clear all of you. :)
And eek in what array that they were inne:
And at a knight than wol I first biginne.
A KNIGHT ther was, and that a worthy man,
That fro the tyme that he first bigan
USS FEYNMAN: The Tank
by Andrew Catterick 1-2-1997
SD: 90102.0930
MD: 10.1925
Scene: Outside the Wall
Jerran walked down the corridor just in time to see his crewmates standing in front of a pai of marines holding stun rifles. He shook his head with a smile, and after debating with himself for a minute on whether or not to let them spend the night in the drunk tank, he stealthily sneaked up behind the guards and simultaneously gave them both a pinch to the nerves at the base of their neck, letting go to hear a pair of satisfying thumps, and seeing the faces of his friends staring in disbelief.
"I should have known you'd be hear, Krysa. Did someone get in your way while you were trying to go to a fifty percent off sale?"
"Funny, flyboy. Now let's get out of here before our friends wake up."
As the group began to leave the scene Zane moved closer to Jerran. "Assaulting marine MPs Mr. Jerran. That's quite a serious offence."
"Only if there are witnesses." Jerran replied with an evil smile. "Besides what would happen if the FEYNMAN was needed for an emergency and you were all in the 'tank'? I had Starfleet's best interests at heart."
"Well then, I commend your actions....unofficially of course."
"Of course." Jerran replied.
"Ahhh! The book!" Zane said as he came to a halt.
"What book?" Jerran asked, uncomfortably aware that they were still very close to the wall and angry marines.
"Go on ahead I'll catch up."
_______________________
MD:10.2045
Scene:Drunk Tank, EPSILON Security.
For a being that can not sleep 'waking' from an unconscious state was extremely disorienting. As he lay there, his senses slowly coming back he began to piece together what had happened. He had returned to the Wall and had retrieved the book and was quickly making his way to the turbolift when two MPs had confronted him. He had identified himself and had started to pull out his Starfleet ID. That was when one of them pulled out his stun stick.
He slowly raised himself into a sitting position and gazed around the room. There were at least thirty beings in a variety of heaps strewn throughout. He recognized many of them from the Wall, including the Nausican who's jaw he had smashed. Struggling into a stand the stench of the room and the various bodily fluids he had been laying in hit him and he used every ounce of his will not to vomit. "Guard! Guard!"
"Quiet in there!" A voice growled. As the marine approached he poked his stunstick at Zane menacingly. "What do you want rummy?"
"Private if you ever want to see corporal you'll go and get your CO and tell him *Captain* Zane wants him down here right now."
Without a word the private turned on his heel and marched back down the hall. Five stagnant minutes later a marine sergeant appeared.
"Private Jones here tells me you think your a Captain, little too much booze today or do you have an ID to back up your story?" The marine knew exactly who Zane was because he had examined his ID card right before he had consigned it to the trash receptacle.
"No my ID has been taken but if you contact the FEYNMAN, my ship, they'll vouch for me."
"Uh-huh. Do you know how many drunks try to pass themselves off as Fleet personnel to get out here. No dice, buddy. The regs say that ID or not you stay in here for 24 hours to dry out."
"I haven't even been drinking!" Zane protested.
"Sure doesn't smell that way." The sergeant replied smugly.
"Take a blood sample."
"I'm not a medic." There was nothing like making a naval officer's life hell.
"Look sarge my ship leaves in twelve hours on a very important mission that has lots of lives depending on it." Zane lied. "You want to explain to the admiral why this mission is in jeopardy?"
"As long as I'm following the regs the admiral can't touch me."
"Maybe not officially but I'm sure you've been around long enough to know Admiral Nicholas, he will make his displeasure clear. I hear the belt mines need more security."
The marine jabbed his deactivated stun stick into Zane's stomach. "You better take a nap cause your in here for 23 more hours. I follow the regs." With that he stalked back down to his office. Once there he activated his comm. "Get me the senior officer aboard the FEYNMAN."
"What are you doing sarge? I thought you were going to leave him there."
"Listen you little maggot nobody's talking to you." He hated the navy but the thought of being in the belt was something even worse."
<<<NRPG>>>
Gotta run hope there aren't too many spelling errors.
Max: Uh, could you uh bail me out.:)
Respectfully,
Andy
-Captain Zane, Commanding Officer, USS FEYNMAN
-Commander Horatio Sinclair, Fleet Intelligence Officer, BLUE FLEET
