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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."
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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
USS FEYNMAN: Blah, blah!
by Jason Bostjancic 1-2-1997
SD: 90102
MD: 10.1300
Scene: Bridge
Tarrant sat in the 'captains' seat and stared at the image of Epsilon. Every once in a while another ship would come into view and he would immediately go over the class, specs, and where it was probably built. In other words... Lt. Koreth was bored.
For once, the CEO had actually finished repairs to the FEYNMAN early. He had been planning on checking out some holoprograms for sale down on the merchant level when the computer warning notified him that over 5 of the senior staff had already left the ship. Grudgingly, Tarrant returned to his quarters, then went to 10-F, then engineering, and finally to the bridge for a shift.
<Lt. Jenn to the Bridge>
So they return thought the partial Klingon bitterly, "Tarrant here Lieutenant. I take it you have returned?"
<Yes. A couple of us are down here in sickbay.. um, has the captain returned or have you heard from him?>
"No word and no sign," a tinge of worry surfaced, "Is he in any danger?"
<No, no. Well, I don't think so. Last I saw he was returning to the Wall.>
Tarrant shook his head. Why that bar was allowed to remain on the Federation Starbase at all was beyond him.
"That would explain your all being in sickbay. Would you like to send a search 'group' to look for him?" Tarrant would have, but Krysa was his senior.
There was a pause.
<No, I think the Captain can handle himself. But if we don't hear from him in a few hours...>
"Understood - Bridge out."
.................... NRPG
Just a little something to state that I am still here. Sorry, but someone had to return and Krysa drew the short straw. But I tried to leave it open as to who else returned.
I'll leave the plea for bond money to Max to post. Maybe we should leave Zane in there and see what happens when the Naussician wakes up to find the man who broke his jaw in there with him. <G>
Respectfully,
Jason
Commander Tirrin Vorak - XO - USS BURKE
Lieutenant Tarrant L. Koreth - CEO - USS FEYNMAN
Potest esse nur unus
USS FEYNMAN: Facing the Maril
by Kristen Gant 1-3-1997
"Sir," Loren began addressing Krysa, "now that all that's settled, who's going to tell Commander Maril what happened?"
There was another pause.
"Well, perhaps we shouldn't disturb the Commander right now .." Krysa began. She was getting worried that Zane had not yet returned. She watched him head back into the bar despite opposition form his crew. And now he had not yet returned. It wasn't likely he had headed back to wherever he had been before .. After all his tuxedo was ruined.
She couldn't help but wonder where he had been dressed to the nines like that. But she pushed those thoughts aside, after all it wasn't her business.
"Lt.," said the growly voice of the FEYNMAN's CMO, "Commander Maril will not be pleased if something's gone wrong."
"Do you think something's wrong?" Krysa asked, concern in her eyes.
Glin'kharr raised an eyebrow, "I am merely stating the possibilities."
Krysa frowned and began to pace. Facing the wraith of Onta Maril wasn't something she wanted to do. But the Doctor was right, what if something bad had happened to the Captain. They had been back for well over a hour and he had not yet returned. Of course he was a grown man who could take care of himself ..
She continued to pace for a few more minutes before her concern finally won out over her fear of retribution from the commander.
She tapped her commpin lightly, "Lt. Jenn to Commander Maril."
<Maril here,>
"Sir, do you think you could come down to Sickbay for a moment. I have something I need to talk to you about."
There was a slight pause and then, he answered, <I'm on my way.>
Scene: Sickbay
MD: 10.2045
Onta frowned at Krysa, "You were where?"
"The Wall, sir," she said.
The FEYNMAN's executive officer stared at the officers lined up in Sickbay: Krysa, Ens. Landers, Lt. Allard, Lt. Meleah and the three junior officers who had been dragged to the wall by Bat. "Now I'm not going to forbid anyone from going to the Wall .. but a brawl!" He growled, "Who started it?"
There was silence as they all fidgeted. Maril asked once again, "Who started it?"
It was then that Maril commbadge chirped, <Cmdr. Maril, you have a call from Epsilon Security.>
"Busnabi missing the Riini River!" Maril's oath came out loudly. "Who isn't here, that was in this brawl in The Wall?"
"Well, sir," said Krysa clearing her throat, that's actually why I called you down here. You see .. Well, Captain Zane is missing."
Maril's eyes widened, "Captain Zane was in the brawl at the Wall?"
Krysa nodded.
Maril sighed heavily and hit his commbadge, "I'll take it in my office."
Regards,
Lt. Krysa Jenn
OPS/2O, USS FEYNMAN
NRPG: Okay I got to thinking about it .. and decided that everyone ought to have to squirm just a bit. Sorry, Mike .. Even JC :}
Andy, Krysa isn't likely to ask where Zane was all dressed up, cause I think she might be a tad jealous :}:} hehe, poor thing!
Kristen
--
Kristen & Scott Gant
http://homepage.interaccess.com/~sgant/gant.htm
USS FEYNMAN: The Pony Express
by Michael "Mike" Dailey 1-4-1997
SD: 90104.0930
MD: -0001.????
SCENE: Outside Sickbay - USS FEYNMAN
Having just been released by Dr. Glin'kharr, everyone went their respective ways. The group of FEYNMAN officers and crew that had required 'minor' attention from their little 'adventure' at EPSILON's 'Wall', and required the skills of their CMO and staff. Mostly minor cuts, bumps, and scrapes for the lot of them. Nurse Tamy and Doctor Glin'kharr had tended to them, all while the Doctor Grumbled about the foolishness of the situation.
Approaching a lift near the Pharmacy, J.C. considered checking in with Security, but dismissed the idea. He was still on leave, and SCPO Alex Tamarov could handle the minimal administrative duties while the FEYNMAN was 'in port', as the old Naval term applied when wooden ships roamed Terra's seas and oceans centuries ago.
J.C. instructed the lift to proceed to Deck 5. After cleaning up and possibly a bite to eat, he would catch up on some correspondence. The lift stopped on Deck 5, nicknamed 'officers country', as most of the FEYNMAN senior officers were assigned quarters here. He proceeded on the Cabin 735, and the doors parted immediately as the internal sensors recognized him.
-SNIP- Half hour later.
Sitting in his favorite overstuffed chair in the living area of his quarters, J.C. was finishing the last of his dinner, a small vegetable salad with a light dressing and croutons, followed by a hearty-sized serving of spaghetti and meatballs. After a shower to wash the 'Wall' smell off of him, J.C. had changed into a pair of jeans and his favorite navy cardigan. He had chosen one of his favorite soft and light instrumental jazz pieces, and dimmed the lights to a more relaxing glow. J.C. finished the last bite of spaghetti, and got up to return the bowl, etc. to the replicator. *Hmm, if I had some company, this could be fun* though J.C., considering the romantic setting he had created in his quarters for just himself. Returning to the chair, J.C. considered what to do next.
"Computer," said J.C. "Personal Log Entry. Another mission tucked under the FEYNMAN's 'belt', and here we are at EPSILON awaiting our next orders. While off duty, Ensign Loren Landers, our new CNS, and myself engaged in some much needed 'emotional therapy' at the 'Wall' on EPSILON, a well noted high-class establishment. I ran into an old acquaintance of mine, an upperclassmen from my academy days. He 'reminded' me of the old times we used to enjoy." J.C. rubbed his right eye, still slightly sore despite Dr. Glin'kharr's attempts.
"I'm anxiously awaiting our next mission briefing, as FEYNMAN briefings go, they are usually as exciting as the actual missions, sometimes better. Personally, I would love an exploration mission. To find someplace, a planet, that no one else, at least no Federation or Starfleet personnel have ever visited. As for Security, I have to meet with the two new additions to my staff, replacements for the two who were lost on the Reaver base, the first two I ever lost under my command. Computer, end log." said J.C. *Great, finish your log sounding all morbid. Way to go. Oh well.*
"Computer, how many new messages do I have?" asked the CSO.
<You have 2 subspace messages, and two inter-ship communiqués'> Getting up from the comforts of his chair, J.C. proceeded over the desk console, selecting the first letter, from his older brother Brandon.
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TX# 13fv-89fcf36cgtl
SERVER ID - MCU103-97A42 [Mars Colonial University Mail Server]
FROM: Allard, Brandon C.
TO: Allard, Justin C.M. Ltjg. USS FEYNMAN NCC 66000
DATE: December 26, 2407
"Hello Justin! It's been a long time since I've heard from you. Well, I hope you have a merry Christmas and happy new year. I talked to Kevin and Dad today. Kevin is home from Wilmington for the holidays, but they were both kind of sad. This was the first year all four of us were not together for the holidays. Dad said Kevin was really upset on his birthday, the 16th. He really missed his older brothers. Dad had offered to send me liner tickets to come home, but I told him by the time I got there, I could only spend one day, and would have to leave. Starliners aren't starships, after all. Besides, I'll be home for spring break.
"Speaking of birthdays, don't forget Dad's is next month. I was thinking if there was any was possible you could get some leave.... I know, probably not. But still, it would be a nice surprise for him. Things are going great here at MCU. I start my 4th and final term here and am so close to the degree. Dad says I can represent you when you get in trouble, but he's just kidding.
"Justin take care, little brother. I miss you. Every time FNN reports some Starfleet ship lost or missing, we cringe, hoping it won't be the FEYNMAN. Write back soon.
Love, Brandon
E.O.M.
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J.C. hit the key to toggle the next message, from his Grandmother on Deep Space 5.
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TX# - 812cx-10074-8355
SERVER ID - SF-DS5-143-009004
FROM: Allard, Isabell Lcdr. - Deep Space 5
TO: Allard, Justin C.M. Ltjg. - USS FEYNMAN NCC 66000
Date: December 27, 2407
"Justin dear, it's been such a long time since I've seen you or heard your voice. Too bad the FEYNMAN isn't assigned to the Beta Quadrant. How are things on board the best ship in the SILVER fleet? I've been keeping up with you, reading the mission logs and such when time permits. Quite and interesting group you have there, Justin.
Things are non-stop here on DS-5. We just received word last week that the FDOC has choosen DS-5 to hold a diplomatic 'conference' for all of the non-aligned systems here in the Beta Quadrant. The conference will be held in February, and Commodore Bauer will be here next week to conduct a preliminary 'inspection'. Captain Harrison, poor dear. She's going wild. I don't think she likes the 'brass' very well. We're still sitting at just below 80% fully staffed. Perhaps with the conference, Commodore Bauer will 'speed' up our requests.
Sure you don't want to give up ship duty? A Starbase post can be fun, too? Just kidding, dear. I know you're happy where you are. Your Grandfather sends his love. He's busy in the Cafe, as it's lunch time now for Beta shift. He has the entire staff, but acts like they cannot fill a napkin dispenser without his help! Some things never change.
<Commander Allard, report to Ops. please.>
Oh, it never fails. I love you dearly, Justin. Have a merry Christmas and happy new year! Talk to you soon.
Grandma Allard
E.O.M.
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Submitted,
Mike Dailey
Splatter2@qtm.net
Lieutenant J.G., J.C. Allard CSO - USS FEYNMAN - SILVER FLEET
Lieutenant D'doj Zzawj Ckorji MD OPS/2O USS ELIZABETH BLACKWELL - SILVER FLEET
Lieutenant Commander Jordon Kabreigny - CNS USS BURKE - GREEN FLEET
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Hello all. Kind of long, but I have wanted to do some 'mail' for a while now. Wonder if Maril will put Zane in the Brig. I'll make sure to triple security in that case.... and assign Jerry Jonas to PERSONALLY guard the CO.... <SBVEG!>
Cheers all
Mike
