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USS FEYNMAN: Fobok Must Be On To Something
by Kristen Gant 4-1-1996
Stardate: 80401.0048
Scene: Malia’s restaurant
MD: 2.1230
>"Very well, we will meet tomorrow at 0500 hours to exchange data."
>
>[Understood. Fobok out]
The doctor and the second officer looked at each other. Neither really wanted to split up their away team, but as it was officially shore leave there wasn’t any reason why they shouldn’t.
“So what do you make of that?” ask the Bolian.
Krysa shook her head, “I’m not sure. It doesn’t seem like Fobok to just take off like that. However, this is a very friendly planet, so I suppose we shouldn’t worry.” She was right. So far they had not seen anything to lead them to believe that Fobok would not be safe.
They begged their leave from a disappointed Malia and headed out to further explore the festival. There was a lot of eating and dancing going on. Though, Krysa noted, they were not consuming any alcoholic beverages. Everything seemed to be aimed toward one purpose during this festival: Conception.
As the night wore on, they noticed the planet’s inhabitants beginning to pair off and disappear into the night. Both were exhausted and headed to the inn where Malia had helped them to secure lodgings for the night. They were given strange looks as each went into thier own room. Once in their rooms the two exhausted officers fell fast asleep.
MD3.0510
Scene: Malia's restaurant
Lt. Fobok did not arrive at the appointed time, which was extremely rare for the Vulcan. Dr. Tok blamed himself for not searching for him the day before. Krysa knew that there had not been any reason yesterday to worry, so tried to calm Tok’s fears.
“Jenn to Fobok, report please.”
[Fobok here.] came the tired voice.
“Where are you, Mr. Fobok. You were supposed to meet us at the restaurant at 0500 hours. What are you doing?” said Krysa annoyed at the Vulcan obvious disregard for his crewmates.
[I apologize, Lt., I just got to sleep two hours ago, and I forgot to have someone wake me up. I will meet you later in the day.]
“Fobok, we would you here now!” said Krysa.
[Lt., I am sorry, but that isn’t possible right now. I will explain when I see you later.]
Krysa was flustered. She did not like being put off like this. “Mr. Fobok, I’m afraid I need a little more explanation then that right now.”
[I can’t discuss it right now, but I promise it will be worth it.] The link was silent for a moment. [Krysa, don’t worry, I’m fine. Please, let me finish this.]
Krysa sighed. “Very well, Mr. Fobok. But this had better be worth it. Jenn out.”
Dr. Tok looked at her. “What do you think that is all about?”
“I don’t have a clue, but I really can’t order him to report. This is officially still shore leave.”
Malia came out of the kitchen and greeted her guests. “Did you all have a good night last night?”
“Oh, yes,” said Krysa, trying to put her concern for Fobok out of her mind.
“This morning is the elections, you know.” Tok and Jenn nodded, and Malia continued, “We will have the broadcast on here all day.”
“The festivities are over?” asked Krysa.
“Oh no,” said Malia. “But this is an important election after all. So things are just put on hold for a while. I’m sure things will resume in no time. We Furjenian’s don’t like our Fertility Festival interrupted!”
Krysa smiled. Somehow she didn’t doubt it.
Regards,
Lt. Krysa Jenn
USS FEYNMAN: After the Blue Stork Riot
by Charles Jencks 4-1-1996
SD 80401.0000
MD 3.0400
Having beamed back to the FEYNMAN and deposited Commissioner Thessa in the Sickbay, Ensign Krazny Oktyabr and Ensign Jade Sr'qwon reported to the Captain. "Sir, we've returned from the surface. The Commissioner is somewhat drunk and slightly injured, sir. I had to carry him to a safe beamup point slung over my shoulder."
"The riot?"
"The local security force was starting to suppress the insurrection when we beamed up. I don't know how mad the Commissioner will be when he wakes up, because he wanted to see more of the city."
"He'll probably have time for that. Look, the locals have asked us to provide observers for the election. You'll be leaving for the main ballot-counting facility in the capital city in six hours, two hours after the polls open. The Commissioner has been asked for, so if he's in any condition to leave Sickbay, he goes."
"Yes, sir."
"I suggest you two get some rest. Be back here at 0800. You beam down at 1000."
NRPG: The election awaits...
PS I'm back from vacation.
--------------------------------------------------------------------------- - Charles Jencks (jjencksc@watnxt12.ucr.edu) - - - - Student of History, Life, And All Things Remotely Star Trek! - --------------------------------------------------------------------------- -----------------------------ASR Charachter List--------------------------- - Ens Christophe Boulanger, USS MELBOURNE FCO, Blue Fleet - - Ens K'Zeka'Sl'V"Kia, USS GAUSS FCO, Blue Fleet - - Ens Krazny Oktyabr, USS FEYNMAN CNS, Silver Fleet - - Ens Jarin Edisrevir, USS LINCOLN CSO, Red Fleet - --------------------------------------------------------------------------- If you don't write it down, then it never happened. - Dr Caroline Ryan, MD, FACS
USS FEYNMAN: Reporting In
by Kristen Gant 4-1-1996
Stardate: 80401.0104
Scene: Fertility Festival
MD: 3:0800
Tok and Jenn had spent the last several hours listening to Malia and her staff’s views on the election. Krysa noticed that it was time to report in to the Captain. She excused herself leaving Tok with the others. Once she found a quiet spot she hit her comm badge.
“Jenn to Feynman.”
<Zane here, what’s your report, Lt.>
“Tok and I are having a wonderful time. The people are extremely friendly and everything we have seen, leads us to believe that this planet should be excepted into the federation.” She paused wondering how to explain the Fobok situation.
<What about Lt. Fobok?>
“Well, Sir. Dr. Tok and I haven’t actually seen Mr. Fobok since yesterday at lunch. We have been in contact with him, but he refuses to tell us what is going on. He promises that he is fine and that he will have something interesting to report later in the day.” Krysa hoped she had acted correctly in not ordering Mr. Fobok to rejoin them.
<Alright, Lt. Contact him again to make sure he is okay. Tell him I personally want a report from him by 1200.>
“Yes, Sir. I will do that. Jenn out.” Krysa quickly hailed Lt. Fobok and told him of the Captain’s request. Fobok seemed annoyed, but promised he would contact Zane by the appointed time. With that Krysa rejoined Tok and the other to watch the coverage on the election.
Regards, Lt. Krysa Jenn
NRPG: Just a Short not to report in. Lysle if you have anything to add to the report feel free.
Kristen
USS FEYNMAN: Jenn and Tok to the Rescue
by Kristen Gant 4-2-1996
Stardate: 80402.1528
Scene: Malia’s Restaurant
MD: 3:1030
The two Starfleet officers sitting at Malia’s restaurant hadn’t been paying to much attention to the broadcast of the Election. It certainly wasn’t the most interesting thing going on, even if it would turn out to be the most important as far as the Federation was concerned.
They were watching a couple dance on a table top with everyone laughing and clapping around them. Malia was distracted from the display in time to catch the running tally. She frowned. Krysa saw her look and turned to her.
“What’s wrong, Malia?”
“They are predicting a strong showing for the Yinterego Consolidacy.” the woman grimaced. “That’s not good for the Federation. They are separatists, wanting to keep other races from crossbreeding our world.”
Krysa had to contain her smile. Yes, the way these people felt about breeding, once they were members of the Federation, there could very likely be interspecies breeding. Yet, if they won the election, then their trip here was for nothing.
[Zane to Jenn.]
“Jenn here.”
[I need to speak to you alone, Lt. Please find a quiet spot.]
“Just a moment, sir.” She nodded to Malia, and turned to find the Doctor. Tok was enjoying the show, so she left him there and walked to a quieter section of the restaurant. Looking around she found no one about, “Jenn to Zane, I’m alone.”
[Lt., Cmdr. Maril and his team have not reported in. We can not find any sign of them on sensors, either. I want you and Tok back up here to plan our next move.]
“What about Lt. Fobok, sir?”
[Don’t worry about him. I’ve already checked in with him and he’s fine. Ens. Jade and Ens. Krazney are watching the Commissioner, and I’d like them to stay there. But I need you and Tok here.]
“Yes, sir. I’ll get the Doctor.
[Zane out]
Krysa headed back into the main dining area and pulled Tok aside and explained the Captain’s new orders.
“I don’t like leaving Fobok down here.” frowned the doctor.
“Me either, but those are the Captain’s orders.” She turned to Malia and thanked her for her hospitality then the two officers exited the restaurant and beamed back to the ship.</nowiki>
Regards,
Lt. Krysa Jenn
NRPG: Just thought I’d get Krysa and Tixx in on finding our missing officers. Since Jade brought her suspicions to Zane I figured he’s want the to stay close to Thessa. (Hey, I can’t help it if they disobey orders <G>)
Lsyle & Andy, any idea how we can find Maril, Koreth and Jerran?
Kristen
USS FEYNMAN: The Grey Party
by Charles Jencks 4-2-1996
SD 80402.1600
Furjen Ballot Counting Facility.
"No, Jade, I'm staying here. But if you find out the commissioner did something, then you can tell me and I'll tell them."
He then walked away from Jade and to a viewscreen. A new party, called the Grey Party, was shooting up in the totals, now up to 8 percent, and rising.
He approached the supervisor of the counting facility. "Who are the Grey Party?"
"Radicals. Don't worry, they're harmless. Actually, I'm a Grey."
"Well, what do they stand for?"
"Families. They want lots of new schools, playgounds, everything for little kids. And one more thing: They're as radical as the Yiteringos when it comes to the Federation."
"Really? Then how come they're starting to gain on them?"
"The Grey Party's position on the Federation is the exact opposite of that of the Yiteringos. They want membership, immediately."
Krazny looked over to a narby screen. The Greys were now at 10 percent, but the Yiteringos were currently pulling 49 percent of the votes.
NRPG: Hmmm... hope lingers on the horizon. And, as far as Krazny's decision to stay goes, he could have gone either way, but he didn't want to disobey the Captain. (One of my other charachters just got formally reprimanded for something similar, and I didn't want to do that again right away.)
--------------------------------------------------------------------------- - Charles Jencks (jjencksc@watnxt12.ucr.edu) - - - - Student of History, Life, And All Things Remotely Star Trek! - --------------------------------------------------------------------------- -----------------------------ASR Charachter List--------------------------- - Ens Christophe Boulanger, USS MELBOURNE FCO, Blue Fleet - - Ens K'Zeka'Sl'V"Kia, USS GAUSS FCO, Blue Fleet - - Ens Krazny Oktyabr, USS FEYNMAN CNS, Silver Fleet - - Ens Jarin Edisrevir, USS LINCOLN CSO, Red Fleet - --------------------------------------------------------------------------- If you don't write it down, then it never happened. - Dr Caroline Ryan, MD, FACS
USS FEYNMAN: I'm Here Now, You're Safe :)
by Kristen Gant 4-1-1996
Stardate: 80403.0426
Scene: Museum of Science (Selgo)
MD: 3:1130
The three Feynman crew ran toward the loud crashing sound, and quickly ran inside to investigate. Sure enough true to Tok’s word there were the three Starfleet officer looking down from a ceiling panel they had pushed out onto the floor. The crashing sound had been the panel as it fell smack dab on top of a Statue in the middle of the floor.
“See guys, I told you I’d find a way out of here.” Lt. Jerran said to the other officers looking down from the ceiling. “Hi Krysa! Hi Tixx! It’s about time you guys got here!”
“What are you doing up there?” Krysa called.
“It’s a long story,” said Maril. “I don’t suppose you could find us a ladder or something?”
“I’ll see what I can do.” Krysa turned to the doctor who was doing his best to control his laughter. “Call the captain and tell him we found them.”
“I’m here as well, Lt.” called down Fobok.
Krysa looked up in disbelief. “This is going to be some story, I can tell.” She then turned and found an official looking person to help get the officers down.
Time: 3:1300
Maril, Koreth and Jerran told there part of the story and Fobok added his. It was a fascinating story, and one that bothered Krysa a great deal. First members of the Yintirego party kidnapped several of the Feynman’s officers. And then Ferengi, kidnapping Fobok. The Ferengi appeared to be working with another group, probably the Manarkians, as they closely resembled the Furjenians.
“Well, this is turning out to be more of a mystery then we thought.” Krysa said.
“Anyone know how the election is going?” asked Maril.
“Last I checked it was a very close race. Too early to tell what’s going to happen.” Krysa told him.”
Regards,
Lt. Krysa Jenn
NRPG: So does the election end at 1400 or 1600 hours. I’m a tad confused. But don’t worry, I didn’t get that far in this post<G>
Kristen
USS FEYNMAN: Counting Votes, What a Bore!
by Andrew Nugteren 4-2-1996
SD: 80402.1320
MD: 3.1010
Scene: Furjen Ballot-counting Facility
Ensigns Jade and Krazny, Commissioner Thesa and another 30 junior personnel from the FEYNMAN, followed the well-dressed official down a long corridor and then after a security check, into the main ballot counting office. Several hundred people were gathered both seated and standing around the room and as the counting had yet to get underway, were chatting among themselves. The noise died down as at the far end of the room, a member of the Furjen Judicial Council appeared at the small podium and began to address them all.
"Good morning," he began cordially. "Firstly, a very special welcome to our observers from the Federation's USS Feynman. We're most grateful to have an independent presence monitoring our elections. As you are all aware, polling booths opened at 0800 this morning, and ballots will be flowing in from all over the city over the next 6 hours. If we all work together as a team, we'll get the job done much quicker...."
After giving a further run-down for several minutes, the Judicial Officer stepped down from the podium and released the first set of ballots to be counted. The Feynman personnel began the task of casually walking from aisle to aisle; observing progress in a non-threatening manner. Jade wondered personally what the result of the elections would be. It seemed that the Yinterego Consolidacy had made very rapid gains over the past 24 hours and now looked very likely of gaining an overall majority on the Planetary Assembly, and therefore the power to appoint their own President, Prime Minister and cabinet into power. Such moves didn't brighten the horizon as far as moves for Federation membership went, as it was well known that the Consolidacy were strongly pro-isolationist and would most likely cancel diplomatic talks with Commissioner Thesa.
Thinking of Commissioner Thesa, Jade began to reflect on what they knew. For all intents and purposes, his behaviour on Furjen and in the 24 hours before they had arrived had been most unusual. Nehelik, her most recent host, had been the Federation's Ambassador to the Ferengi Alliance for 10 years, and his accumulated knowledge gave Jade the idea that everything was not as it had seemed.
For a start, the Commissioner's behaviour toward his hosts on Furjen had been most undiplomatic, and he had even refused (not declined) an invitation by the President to be his personal guest. Since arriving, the Commissioner had not enhanced his credibility in Nehelik's eyes, but seemed somehow to be actively opposed to granting Furjen Federation membership. The telling blow had been the Commissioner's apparent foreknowledge of the Yinterego newscast, although how he had known still remained a mystery. In fact, in this whole mess there were far too many questions and not enough answers. The most serious matter at hand was that if the Commissioner was in someway, whether by himself or in a group of others, attempting to swing the elections then they would need to discover his motives. And considering the ballot-counting would be all over in 6 hours, they needed to act fast and gather the necessary evidence to support their claim.
Bumping into a woman, Jade apologies and concentrated back on the task at hand. Noticing Ensign Krazny only a few desks down, she sidled up to him and briefly explained the situation as she saw it.
"Basically I think it boils down to the fact that we have only about six hours to come up with proof of the Commissioner's or anyones involvement in this," Jade summarised her thoughts. "I say we leave and search around Furjen."
"The Captain did order us here to observe," Krazny reminded her. "And I'm sure he had considered the Commissioner's behaviour when he gave the order."
Jade gave Krazny an exasperated look. "I guess that personally, I have the advantage in having served in Starfleet for one lifetime already. That experience has taught me that Starfleet isn't after officers that blindly follow orders, but after those with initiative and ideas who are willing to take the risk."
"I think our situation justifies taking a different approach to our orders," she continued. "Are you in?"
Respectfully submitted Ensign Jade Sr'qwon
<<NRPG>>
Phew!! There was no way I was going to stand around observing people count votes for 6 hours in a stuffy room while everyone else has fun. No thank you!!!
The above mainly just summarises Jade's thoughts and provides for an investigation to begin with the goal of basically tracking down the people behind all of our problems. The stopwatch is started... we have but 6 hours!!
Charles: Krazny can follow orders and stay behind, or he can be a rebel and help Jade track down the culprits at the roots of all of this. I leave you the choice :)
Andy: My candle is lit for you <EG>
Jason/Joseph/Max: I guess that since Zane didn't change our orders in the morning, that you guys either hadn't escaped captivity by 3.1000, or that you're still stuck somewhere on Furjen that is still jamming your communicators. I'll leave that to someone else to sort out :) (Aren't I generous!)
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