USS Feynman APR 1997
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USS FEYNMAN: A Discovery
by Andrew Catterick 4-1-1997
SD: 90401.0900
MD: 6.0900
Scene: Caves on Planet
As the small group of explorers spread out into the dim light of the underground base Zane's mind kept working on the problem of the charred remains of the Xanthandi they had found. One body. Who or what killed him? Was he alone? If not where were his companions? Why was he/they here? Were they now silently watching Zane and the others? Were they in the moon installation stalking the other team? Too many questions and no answers.
What was becoming clear was that this cavernous chamber was a spaceport of sorts. There were a few derelict spaceships over to one side, a quick examination of which showed nothing of particular interest, without being able to power-up their onboard computers. Zane looked up at the roof far above him. Most likely it parted to allow the ships access and egress. He looked back down at the floor. The dust that had settled looked like it hadn't been disturbed for thousands of years. Perhaps the unlucky Xanthandi was the only one to have come here. An exile?
It hadn't taken long to find the access tubes from the spaceport down in the bowels of their new discovery. As they stepped on to the belt it activated and they were slowly moved down the incline. Instinctively Zane drew his phaser, as did the security team. A few members of the science contingent raised their eyebrows at the action. As if the sheer thrill of exploration and discovery could conquer all. As they neared the bottom light began to flicker. As had happened in the spaceport the city's internal power system was laboring to light their way. By the time they set foot on the next level a very dim light had taken hold allowing them to see no more than 20 meters. Their wrist light would have to do the rest for now.
As the group once again began to fan out and explore one of the science team looked up from his tricorder. "Captain this room is out into the ocean." Zane nodded at the report. He looked down at his own tricorder to get a better idea of the room's layout as the slowly brightening light was still not enough. Again, the room was huge but this time long and narrow. Behind the north wall there appeared to be another, much smaller chamber. As there was little of note in this room the party began to move in this direction.
"Captain!" One of the forward team members called out as he jogged over to Zane. "You'll never believe it."
Zane looked over in the direction he pointed. Standing at least one hundred meters high was a statue. The entrance to the next room at the floor between its feet. But it was not the size of the statue that the crewman had become excited about. Quickly Zane realized what he was staring at as the bright lights of the team splashed across the statue's face. It was Vulcan.
If the Husnock computer could have sighed it would have. For several seconds it labored to override the alien computer on the planet surface. It was very primitive but extremely stubborn. From the second these newcomers had ventured into its underground lair it had sought to neutralize them. An action the Husnock computer had made every effort to stop. It was clear now they were explorers and it found it somewhat ironic that they had stumbled across the find that had taken years for its Husnock masters to locate. The find that had caused them to build this small moon and move it here to permit exploration. The computers purpose had been to aid its masters explore this world and now with them gone it found it had the need to help these new ones.
<<<NRPG>>>
Just keeping things rolling
RT has started but it looks like there won't be much to delve into=so far.
Kris: excited!??!
Respectfully,
Andy
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-Captain Zane, Commanding, USS FEYNMAN
-Commander Horatio Sinclair, Fleet Intelligence, BLUE FLEET
-Commodore Robert Steele, Commanding, TASK FORCE ZINDERNEUF
USS FEYNMAN: The Sentry
by Kevin Thigpen 4-3-1997
Stardate: 90402.0138 (GMT)
Scene:Underwater City
MD: 6.0930
The group of starfleet security officers and ever inquisitive science team members continued to make their way through the winding labyrinth of the underground city they had stumbled upon.
Thus far the team had made no further discoveries of life, past or recently past, anywhere. The entire place appeared deserted with the exception of the Xanthandi body discovered earlier.
So far the team had passed several corridors containing rooms that appeared nearly identical. Captain Zane had surmised that they were most likely living quarters. As the group progressed the eagerness of the science team to proceed even further became more evident. Only with the cautious attitude of the Captain did exploration of the city go with some level of caution.
"Captain, stop," quietly stated Loren grabbing the CO's upper arm. "Something's changed."
Zane, not necessarily a strong believer in the ultimate utility of telepathic counselors obeyed quickly nevertheless. "Can you elaborate ensign?"
"There's a new impression nearby. It seems familiar and it's very different from the fuzziness I mentioned earlier. This is almost like a fire that's been cordoned off from everything else. Like..like a wild animal held at bay."
"Sir," interrupted one of the security guards holding his tricorder out for the CO to see. "There's movement nearby, and it's definitely humanoid."
"Alright," began Zane alerting the team, "stand ready." The tricorder showed the new visitor approaching further down the corridor at a junction with three other corridors.
The corridor the team was in was long and narrow. Like in the other parts of the station, the illumination system was barely able to activate thus giving the corridor an eerie, dim feeling. It didn't help matters that the material used to construct the city interfered severely with communications and tricorder scans.
To top it off, whatever was approaching the team was definitely headed to intercept them.
Zane could feel the perspiration forming on his forehead. *So much for a little bit of relaxing* he thought as he could feel the excitement coupled with that familiar feeling of controlled fear build.
He felt a tug on his arm and turned to see the counselor standing next to him. "Counselor?"
"I finally recognized the feeling, sir. It has to be Jerran. I recognize his closed mind."
Still a little apprehensive, Zane nodded to show that he understood the counselor's abilities, but to lower their guard now would be foolhardy.
A few seconds passed and then a few more before at the junction down the corridor the team saw movement. Loren appeared at ease whereas the rest of the team were definitely on edge.
Not until the figure came closer did everyone recognize the familiar form of Lt. Jerran.
"Captain Zane, Ens. Landers. The last communique stated that your team was on the surface."
"We discovered a system of caves on the island and after losing contact with the ships found a energy source emanating from the caves. We went to do a little exploring in the hopes of finding out what exactly was going on."
Jerran nodded his head in agreement with what the CO had just said. "We are not sure what causing the interference with ship's systems either. I took an aquatic shuttle down to attempt to do the same as you. Unfortunately, I have nothing further to report about this underground city either."
Yeoman McDougal stood nearby listening absently to the exchange between the three senior officers. The entire installation or city as they called it made him feel uneasy. His first tour of duty on the FEYNMAN was turning out to be more than he had originally wanted. Still, his senses were alert as he stood several meters behind the team facing the corridor they had just come down. Being a rearguard didn't help matters much. He still could visually see the team, but being this far behind didn't sit well with him. McDougal's uneasiness cost him...dearly.
The mechanical clanking of the sentry's legs were subdued enough to be beyond the hearing threshold for the green security guard. Fortunately for him, his death was near instantaneous.
The 8 foot tall robotic sentry turned the corner and came face to face with McDougal who had already been detected by its sensors. The guard was fast and managed to squeeze off a sharp piercing cry and a short phaser blast before the sentry's gun arm came up. At such short range McDougal was vaporized into atoms.
Increasing it's pace, the sentry set out to overtake the group of intruders it single optic sensor saw further up the corridor. Already, it could sense the invading program from the outside source attempting to override its programming. The intruding program would not finish rewriting it's subroutines before it completed what it had been originally programmed to do.
Respectfully submitted,
Kevin Thigpen
[NRPG: This is just something to keep us going. Sorry about the poor quality guys, but I've been swamped with RL lately and the stress has been killing my creativity.]
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- Ens. Loren Landers *
- USS FEYNMAN CNS *
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- Commander Kweee Hwichk *
- SFDIPTF XO *
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- Lt. Conrad Robicheaux (Ro'bo'sho)*
- SFDIPTF Cultural Attache *
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