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U.S.S. FEYNMAN NmaxCC-66000 January 1996 Posts

USS FEYNMAN: Short post for your friendly Ship's Counselor

by Kristen Gant 1-1-1996

[Zane to Ensign Jenn.]

“Jenn here.”

[Ensign would you report to my office and when your duties allow?]

“On my way.”

Stardate: 80101.0635
Scene: Counselor’s Office
Shipdate: 1.2145

Krysa was startled from her meditation with the creature by the FO. It was probably a good thing. The captain had ordered the ship to leave the anomaly behind to go help the colonists. Krysa had the distinct feeling that they would eventually have to deal with the anomaly any when they were done anyway.

She quickly stood and headed for Commander Zane’s Office.

Scene: FO’s Office Shipdate: 1.2230

Commander Zane filled Krysa in on some ships operations and answered some questions for her.

“Any other questions?” the Commander asked her.

Krysa thought about it for a short time and then decided not to mention her recent contact with the anomaly. She still was unsure as to what she was dealing with. She was very sure she was getting an accurate picture of what the creature was feeling, but the empathic capabilities of the creature were still in question. Maybe her own fear had been clouding her senses. She wanted to wait until she was sure.

“No, Commander, not at this time. But I promise that when something comes up, I’ll call you.”

The Commander nodded, and dismissed her. Krysa quickly headed out the door. She was very tired. She had had very little rest in the last few days since graduating from training. There was still a few hours before Alpha shift would start. She figured she should take full advantage of it.

Scene: Counselor’s Quarters Shipdate: 1.2245

Krysa relaxed as she slipped under the covers. She was really looking forward to this nights sleep.

NRPG:

Andy: Hope your FIL is feeling better.

All: I am also kinda out of it right now. I had a disturbing Dr.’s appt. on Saturday. More tests scheduled for Wed. Keep your fingers crossed that this won’t require surgery. If it does, I’ll let you know. Until then I am available, just stressed<EG>

Also, I still haven't figured out what GMT time is. Can anyone tell me how to calculate it from any US time zone. I can take it from there. As of today, I am still using CST (Central Standard Time) which is what it is here in the Chicago 'burbs<G>

BTW, Happy New Year!!

Kristen Ens. Krysa Jenn, Ship’s Counselor, USS Feynman

USS FEYNMAN: Maril's Quarters

by Max Felsher 1-3-1996

SD 80103.1330(GMT)
SD 2.0700
Lt. Maril's Quarters

Lt. Maril woke up, still feeling somewhat tired, but knowing he would have to be on the Bridge in 45 minutes to relieve SCPO Meln.

"Bajoran pasta with caliterio sauce," Maril ordered from the replicator. As he pulled the dish off of the replicator, he got into his uniform and took a glance at the current situation.

"Hmmm. Eve is now only traveling at Warp 7.7. It must be really tired," he said to himself. He then finished his breakfast and started walking towards his office at about 0715 hours.

As he walked into his office, he saw that WO Ein was already there. "Oh, I didn't realize you were coming here, sir," he blurted out quickly. "It is alright, Ein. Someone should be here most of the time. So, what has happened?"

"We are approximately 6 hours away from the Delta-Tyron system. The anomaly has slowed to Warp 7.7. We have received several more distress signalsee you."

"He did?" Maril asked, surprised.

"Yes, sir, he did."

"Well, where is he?"

"I believe he went back to Docking Bay 12, sir."

"Lieutenant Maril to Lieutenant Williams. You wanted to see me?"

[Yes, sir. I'll be right there...where are you?]

"I'm in my office. Maril out."

A few minutes later the confident Marine walked through the door. "Hello, Mr. Williams. What did you want to see me about?"

"Well, sir, with all due respect, I'm on to your game."

"My game?"

"Yes, your game. I know we've been gipped."

"Gipped?"

"Yes. The Marines have less power to use per capita than any other section on the entire ship!"

"Well, Mr. Williams, when I organized the power grid, I gave a 5% increase to every section and I gave your section, which had not existed before, 7.5% of the power. Now, I did not organize it by the number of people in a section! Do you understand?"

"Yes, sir," the somewhat startled MCO replied.

"Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a shift on the Bridge very soon."

With that, Lt. Maril walked out of his office, leaving 1st Lt. Williams alone and a little bit confused.

The sun has met the sea,
Lieutenant Onta Maril,
Second/Operations Officer, USS Feynman,
aka Max Felsher

NRPG: All:I didn't want to add anything to the thread in case someone wanted to add something during the GAMMA shift. By the way, we should be at Delta-Tyron at about 1300 hours(ALPHA shift).
Jason:I believe Koreth is in charge for the BETA shift.
Colby:Same for Charles, except GAMMA.
Andrew:One question:When an officer has a shortened ALPHA shift, is it from 0745-1200 or from 1145-1600?

USS FEYNMAN: Arrival in the Delta-Tyron System

by Andrew Nugteren 1-4-1996

Stardate: 80104
Ship's Date: 2.1300
Scene: Bridge

"Sir," the helmsman plucked up. "We are entering the Delta-Tyron system."

Paul looked the part of a relaxed Commanding Officer, although inside his head thoughts were rushing around helter-skelter. "Very well," he replied. "Take us out of warp. Maximum impulse toward the planet. Standard orbit."

Several minutes passed. "Standard orbit, sir."

In the hours leading up to the arrival, the away team had been prepared. This was perhaps the largest planetside operation the USS FEYNMAN had been involved in so far, and in addition to the officers beaming down, a large team of Engineers and Medical Staff were also to accompany them. Who was to know what assistance the colony would need?

"Mr. Zane, prepare the away team for beam down."

"Aye sir," Zane grinned. In a way he still wished that he would be aboard the ship, but the Captain's job was to his ship and there was always the possibility of danger on a planet-side mission. "Mr. Tok, Mr. Maril, Mr. Koreth. Report to Transporter Room 2 in 10 minutes."

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Ship's Date: 2.1320 Scene: Transporter Room 2

The four chosen officers stood on the transporter pads awaiting beam down. In the heart of the ship, the many other security, engineering and medical staff also stood awaiting the order. Zane was not one to muck around waiting.

"Mr. Woeghenhart, *Energize*"

A few moments later, the shimmering had died down and the platform was empty. The transporter room doors opened almost immediately, and likewise all around the ship, as the various equipment needed on the planet was assembled in place for beam-down. Among the various items Zane had requested were a portable high-output power generator, several phase controllers, various manipulative equipment and other essentials such as food/water, and medical supplies. This equipment too shimmered its way down to the surface only moments later.

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Ship's Date: 2.1322 Scene: Bridge

[Commander Zane to Bridge.]

"Paul here. Go ahead."

[It's a real mess down here, though probably nothing we can't deal with. We're fine.]

"Thank you Zane," Paul replied. "I expect we'll be back within 2-3 days after we conclude our investigations. Feynman out."

Paul stood and moved over to the helm.

"Helmsman. Lay in an intercept course for 'Eve'. Maximum impulse, Warp 8.5 when we're out of the system. Engage!"

Respectfully submitted Cmdr. Paul Paxwax

<<NRPG>>

Okay everyone... there's a lot of time passed aboard the ship since the last post came in. In the interim the probe that was being prepared has been launched, and I imagine we have the results of its investigation to hand. Obviously nothing that made the Captain change his mind. I just felt it would be good to keep our investigations moving along again.

Planetside team: Since Andy C is probably still going to be away for a few more days with his FIL, Max will be in charge of the team in the interim. Our CMO is still on holiday for almost another three weeks so that leaves Andy C/Max/Jason on the planet.

Following along the lines of Jason's post, maybe something can be found planetside that confirms/denies the existance of this cloaked ship idea. I imagine there's plenty of work to do if the colony has been damaged as much as we thought it was. If the colony sensors can be made to work, perhaps you guys can observe the second anomoly that's near the planet. Let's get writing!

Shipside team: Anyone go ahead and write away. I imagine we'll be both investigating 'Eve' and possibly the cloaked ship. I've a few ideas as I dearsay you all do as well.

Kristen: My fingers are crossed!

Colby: Welcome back!

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| Commander Paul Paxwax Commanding Officer USS FEYNMAN                    |
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| Andrew Nugteren Christchurch                                            |
| Email: and...@southern.co.nz New Zealand                                |
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USS FEYNMAN: Counselor to the Bridge

by Kristen Gant 1-4-1996

Stardate: 80104.1222
Scene: Counselor’s Office
Ship’s Date: 2.1330

Krysa Jenn was in her office going over the many files that she needed to familiarize herself with. The Feynman had a ships complement of over 400 people. Reading through 400 bios would be impossible, but she did need to organize them and at least have a fair understanding of who she would be dealing with. Once they were organized they would be available for her perusal at a moments notice.

Looking up she noticed the stars starting to slide by the viewport, indicating that the ship was going back into warp. Krysa realized that meant that the Captain had transported the assistance team down to the colony and they were now headed out to meet the anomaly, “Eve”. She decided now was the time to report to the bridge to see what she could do to help.

Securing her computer data, she got up from her desk and headed for the bridge.

Scene: Bridge
Ship’s Date: 2.1345

Krysa entered the bridge. This was her first time on the bridge of the FEYNMAN. The captain sat in his chair looking remarkably relaxed and in control. The rest of the bridge crew were busily doing thier jobs and if they took note of her entrance didn’t bother to acknowledge it.

The Captain, on the other hand, looked up at her and stood and beckoned her over. “Welcome to the bridge, Ens. Jenn.”

“Thank you, Sir. I realized that we must be heading out to intercept “Eve”, so I thought I’d like to be here when we did.”

“Of course,” the Captain said.

“Sir, I do have a theory, I’d like to discuss with you when you have a moment. It might add a little to our investigations.”

Respectfully,
Ens. Krysa Jenn, Ship's Counselor, USS FEYNMAN

NRPG: My theory being that “Eve” is a baby or young one. That’s the total that I can add at this point<G> I don’t know what happened to the other creature, or “Eve” for that matter, but I’m assuming since she was following the ship we will meet her very soon.

Colby: Thanks for the info on the time zones<G> I think I got it.

Andrew: Thanks for keeping your fingers crossed<BG> I think it worked. No invasive surgical procedures are necessary at this time. I think I was just being paranoid. Though doc said to continue watching for the next month or so just to be sure<G> Doctors can be so annoying<EG>

Kristen

USS FEYNMAN: Delta-Tyron VII

by Max Felsher 1-4-1996

SD 80105.0130(GMT)
ShD 2.1330
Delta-Tyron VII

"In addition to our starved conditions before that...thing attacked, we were also severely damaged in its attack," Lt. Commander Delvik, the CO of the science station, told them.

"Commander, you call it a thing. Do you not know what it is?" Lt. Maril inquired.

"No, unfortunately, our sensors were knocked out almost immediately after the attack began."

"Very well," Zane sighed. "Mr. Maril, Mr. Koreth, you will work on repairing the station and restoring power. If you get a chance, contact the security station on this planet. Also-"

"That may be a little tough because the security station is on the other side of the planet," Delvik interrupted.

"Well, how did you communicate with them before?" Koreth asked, a little impatient.

"Well, we had some communication satelites and we were planning a base on the second moon, but then we were attacked and all of our satelites were knocked out."

"Well, then," Zane continued, "it may be a little harder. But, as I was saying, Mr. Maril, Mr. Koreth, you might be able to check the cloaked ship theory if you have the time. Now, Mr. Tok, you should probably see to the wounded and the starving. Dismissed."

As Maril and Koreth walked away, Maril said, "I suggest we split up, Mr. Koreth. Now, although I do have some engineering training, I believe you are the more experienced engineer. Because of that, you should take the primary systems. I'll take the secondary systems. When we are done, we will meet here. Is that fine with you?"

"Yes it is, sir," Lt.<jg> Koreth replied.

As the two officers walked away from each other, Maril sat down at a console and started to work. It wasn't easy. Almost the entire sensor array had been destroyed. At last, though, he got at least some sensor readings. He was able to restore most of the other secondary systems as well. At about 1530 hours, the senior officers met again.

"We have sensors and communications, and Lieutenant Koreth has told me that all of the major systems have been restored, although there is still quite a bit of damage," Maril reported.

"The station has been supplied and the wounded have been tended to," Lt.<jg> Tok told Zane.

"Very good. Gather up all the personnel. We'll leave as soon as the Feynman gets back," Zane ordered.

Just then, Delvik entered the room. "Wait. We appreciate all that you've done. And we'd like to thank you." As he said that, the sound of phaser rifles being aimed was heard. As the officers turned around, they could see several soldiers armed with rifles pointed straight at them.

Delvik smiled. "Computer, save program," he said.

"It is like Rekgia at Seliro," Maril said to himself. "What?" Delvik asked, confused.

"Just a metaphor. Rekgia was the captain of a Derestian fleet. Seliro was an enemy city. Seliro offered friendship to Deresta in order to lure Rekgia in. Rekgia seemed to fall for it and the Selirans were ready to capture Rekgia's fleet. However, as they were about to do so, a Derestian army attacked the city and conquered the city. You, sir, are the governor of Seliro," Maril told the story of the metaphor. Then, very quickly, he said, "Computer, run sequence - Maril, Gamma, Rekgia, 9, Maril." The four officers *appeared* to beam away.

The sun has met the sea,
Lieutenant Onta Maril,
Second/Operations Officer, USS Feynman,
aka Max Felsher

NRPG:
All:Who knows what's real and what's not now? :)
Jason:I guess Koreth won't be able to take the BETA shift now. :)

USS FEYNMAN: Ready Room

by Andrew Nugteren 1-5-1996

Stardate: 80105
Ship's Date: 2.1400
Scene: Bridge

>"Sir, I do have a theory, I'd like to discuss with you when you have a >moment. It might add a little to our investigations."

"Very well Counsellor. Mr. Ein," he said to the Officer on Watch. "The Counsellor and I will be in my ready room. Notify me if there are any changes to our current situation."

"Aye sir."

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Scene: Captain's Ready Room

Paul gestured towards one of the comfortable chairs in front of his desk. The polished marble surface glinted with a reflection of the starscape streaming past. Paul sat back in his chair and gave Krysa a moment to collect her thoughts.

"You had a theory to discuss, Counsellor?"

"Yes sir. I think that Eve is a young one of her species, a child. Initially I sensed fear, fear that turned to comfort as it picked up a Betazoid song I was singing to myself. Captain, I think it needs protection."

"Protection from what?"

"We as children rely on our parents Captain. They supply us with all that we need to survive. I think that Eve has been seperated from her mother."

Paul scratched his chin thoughtfully. "Hmmm.. There is a possibility that the other anomoly near the planet is in fact another creature, perhaps even its mother, so to speak. Why wouldn't it simply fly back though. It certainly has the speed."

"Maybe it can't see, or sense the other presence. So far it's been following our subspace emissions. Perhaps that is how it *see's*. Perhaps we could act as its guide."

Paul considered this carefully as well. "Paxwax to Bridge. ETA for the rendevzous with Eve?"

[ETA 43 minutes now sir.]

Paul turned back to Krysa. "We'll give it a go. I'd like you on the bridge when we meet Eve, Counsellor," he ordered. "Maybe you can calm it and show Eve that we mean no harm."

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Scene: Engineering

Ensign Thomas Jared was busy making minute adjustments to the Anti-matter storage when the call came through from the bridge. He answered immediately.

[Ensign. I'd like you to modify our subspace emmissions to provide us with an obvious trail behind us. We're going to have Eve follow us back to the planet.]

"Aye sir. We'll be ready."

Respectfully submitted Cmdr. Paul Paxwax

<<NRPG>>

Kristen: I figured I had to expand on your idea a bit. We couldn't have the Cousnellor figure everything out <G>

Jason: I know you're on the planet, but you could still write in for your NPC's aboard the FEYNMAN. (the offers open for anybody else too :-) Also, I haven't discarded your "cloaked ship" idea. I think it will fit in nicely with what's happening on the planet!

Max: I see you've got yourselves into a bit of trouble. btw, this isn't a holodeck simulation. You can't just halt the program! Good luck!

Andy: Good to see you back again!

Colby/B.J. Ideas on the cloaked ship?

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| Commander Paul Paxwax Commanding Officer USS FEYNMAN                    |
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| Andrew Nugteren Christchurch                                            |
| Email: and...@southern.co.nz New Zealand                                |
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USS FEYNMAN: Delta-Tyron VII (Part 2)

by Max Felsher 1-6-1996

SD 80106.2300(GMT)
ShD 2.1630
Delta-Tyron VII

Maril and Zane strode toward the station's research center. There was a lot of work to be done. The two officers sat down at the consoles inside, and got to work.

"It appears that we were correct. The station's log reports several experiments with Mu-spectrum radiation on the atmosphere of the third moon," Maril reported.

"Well, that's at least a step forward. Is that what attracted the anomalies?"

"Actually, it looks like it wasn't. It may be that our original theory about subspace activity is the correct one."

"Does the Mu-spectrum radiation have anything to do with it?"

"Well, it does appear that 'Eve' appeared at the time of a Mu-spectrum radiation burst from the station." Just then, the station's Red Alert sirens went off.

"We better go see what this is about," Zane said. They walked as quickly as they could, but it still took them a while to get to the station's Command Center. When they did, they found that the highest ranking officer there was a Lt.<jg>.

"What's happening here?" Zane asked that officer.

"There was a disturbance in orbit of the planet, and now it's just become the anomaly that was here before,...sir."

"Very well," Zane said. "As of right now, I'm relieving you of command."

The officer stood down and took the Tactical station while Maril took Ops.

"Commander, the anomaly is interfering with our communication with the Feynman," Maril reported.

"Is there any way to cut through it?" Zane asked.

"Possibly, if we use a lower subspace frequency....Wait, there seems to be a pattern to the interference. It could be a form of communication. I'm putting it through the Universal Translator." After waiting for a few moments, Maril continued, "It appears to be quite primitive. Should I play the translation?"

"Make it so."

In a somewhat crackly voice, the translation began: [You...take...baby...... Hard, slow flyer...take...mate......You...get hurt.]

"Atmosphere becoming very unstable," Maril reported.

"Try to send a communication saying we mean no harm," Zane ordered.

"Sending communication," Maril said.

The sun has met the sea, Lieutenant Onta Maril, Second/Operations Officer, USS Feynman, aka Max Felsher

NRPG: All:Forgot to put it in the post, but the "hard, slow flyer" is the Feynman(hard as in solid(as opposed to the anomalies)and slow because it's slower than the anomalies).
Andy/Jason:Want to take it from here?

USS FEYNMAN: Tactical Situation

by Colby D. Beck 1-6-1996

Ship's Date 2.1425
Stardate 80105
Scence: Bridge

Jordan was keeping a close eye on Eve and on the colony to make sure nothing snuck up on it. He was still bothered by the power flux between Eve and the other anomoly. Something made him think they were connected. He would explre that on his own time. Now he had to try and find the second anomoly and hope it wouldn't interfere with their meeting with Eve.

As Jordan made a routine senor sweep off the port side, he caught a glimse of a...well a something. Unsure as to his readings, he did another sensor check. The disturbance, was moving at a speed just slightly faster than the Feynman, and was keeping a constant distance of 50,000 Kms. Jordan decided to test a theory.

"Captain, I've picked up some sort of spacial disturbance off to port. It appears to be moving. Its position has changed along with ours. Its impossible to pin down, but I would say, it is trying to stay just ahead of us. I would suggest a change in speed to warp 8 and a change in heading to 101 mark 4 to see if the disturbance matches us. It wouldn't slow our arrival to Eve, and we could return to the previous heading once we see if this things turns with us."

"Very well, Helm, change speed to warp 8 and come to heading 101 mark 4."

As the ship made her adjustments, Jordan eyed the disturbance. As he thought, the thing was moving with the ship. Its speed increased to warp 8.2 and it heading changed to maintain its position off the port bow.

"Captain, the disturbance has increased its speed again to warp 8.2 and is maintaining its position off our port. Either it is a complex sensor echo, which is unlikely because the sensors are operating correctly, a space being like we suspect Eve to be, or it is a ship with a crude, or malfunctioning cloak. I would suggest yellow alert."

"Can you get any idea of its size Ensign?" The Captain asked.

"Not with any kind of specificity, but it is big, definitely bigger than Eve."

-------- <<NRPG>>

All: Ok...I'm a bit off on the cloaked ship Idea because I was going with Kristen's baby/mommy idea, but this may work.

Jordan

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USS FEYNMAN: Delta-Tyron VII

by Andrew Catterick 1-7-1996

SD:80107.1100
ShD:2.630
Scene:Outside Research Facility. Perimeter Team CHARLIE

The two-person security team stood, actually shivered, watching the display on the motion detector. "Whatever it is its moving slowly."

They had been monitoring the unknown for two minutes. It was definitly heading for the research station and although it was only 500m away they were unable to ascertain what it was. The electromgnetic elements in the storm and in the canyon walls which surrounded the station had left the tricorders all but inoperative. Both wanted to get a closer look but the orders from their superior had been clear, they were to wait for reinforcements.

"I think I hate this place." the first one spoke.

"You think! Can you come up with a place that is worse?"

"Well let's see. It's -40 C, visibility is about 1 metre, the electromags make my body feel like it crawling with insects and we've got an unknown on its way. There's worse places."

"Name one...the unknown is slowing."

"Report." A new voice joined the conversation. Both men turned to see WO Kir Tiaman. _________________________________________________________________________
Scene: Inside Research Station, OPS

<<SNIP>>

> In a somewhat crackly voice, the translation began: [You...take...baby......
> Hard, slow flyer...take...mate......You...get hurt.]
> "Atmosphere becoming very unstable," Maril reported.
> "Try to send a communication saying we mean no harm," Zane ordered.
> "Sending communication," Maril said.
>
"Any response?" Zane asked.

"No sir." Maril's fingers flew across the board. "However, the lifeform seems to have taken a more 'peaceful posture' I will keep trying to communicate."

Zane turned to the young officer he had assumed command from. "Civilian research station's don't generally have a Lieutenant junior grade in command...."

"I'm from the garrison sir. We noticed strange emanations coming from the facility that did not correspond with the research we were briefed on. I was sent to investigate, but moments after I arrived all hell broke loose."

"What type of emmissions?"

"Unknown sir. We're only a military outpost. We didn't have the scientific equipment to examine them with. Have you had any contact with the Garrison? I can't get through."

"No." Zane frowned. "The garrison is still just a very large question mark."

"I've established contact with the lifeform." Maril announced triumphantly. "I've explained our peaceful intentions and told it the ship is here to help find its baby. It's not sure if it trusts us but its agreed not to attack....for now."

"Good work lieutenant! Forward the information to the FEYNMAN."

[Warrant Officer Kir to Commander Zane.]

"Zane here, go ahead."

[Sir, we found a survivor of the garrison. He claims the base was destroyed and he escaped in a shuttle which crashed just short of the facility.]

"What's his condition?" Zane asked

[Relatively unharmed. We are currently enroute to your position.]

"Understood. Zane out."

Maril and Zane traded a glance. The young lieutenant who claimed to be a member of the garrison force seemed unaffected by the news of the potential death of all his comrades.

Zane was getting worried. His instincts were telling him that not all was going as well as it seemed. "Zane to Lieutenant Koreth."

Silence.

"Lieutenant Koreth. Report!"

Silence.

respectfully submitted,

Lt.CMDR Zane

Andy-->Who is happy to be getting back into the swing of things!

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==== Lt.Tarsa Rogers CEO USS TESLA                                    ====
==== Lt.CMDR Zane XO/FO USS FEYNMAN                                   ====
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==== Andy Catterick St. Catharines, Ontario                           ====
==== acat...@freenet.npiec.on.ca Canada                               ====
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USS FEYNMAN: Alert Condition Yellow

by Andrew Nugteren 1-8-1996

Stardate: 80108
Ship's Date: 2.1430
Scene: Bridge

>"Captain, the disturbance has increased its speed again to warp 8.2 and is
>maintaining its position off our port. Either it is a complex sensor echo,
>which is unlikely because the sensors are operating correctly, a space being
>like we suspect Eve to be, or it is a ship with a crude, or malfunctioning
>cloak. I would suggest yellow alert."
>
>"Can you get any idea of its size Ensign?" The Captain asked.
>
>"Not with any kind of specificity, but it is big, definitely bigger than Eve."

Paul nodded carefully to himself, considering their options quickly in his head. "All right Mr Charles, go to Yellow Alert."

Jordan adjusted a few controls on his console, and ordered Yellow Alert to all stations.

"Paxwax to Engineering. Is the subspace emission generator ready yet?"

[Engineering. All but, sir. We're just completing some final touches.]

The communication broke off, and was continued only seconds later. [Engineering to Bridge. We're all done here.]

"Well done," Paul replied. "Prepare to activate on my mark from the bridge. Paxwax out."

Paul turned back and faced his Operations Officer. "Mr. Ein," he began. "I intend to increase speed to maximum warp and tow 'Eve' along behind us. I'm gambling that if the ship off our bow has such a faulty cloaking device that they won't be able to match our speed. There is also the possibility that 'Eve' following so closely behind us may in fact modify our own warp bubble and increase our speed. We've seen that she can certainly match us warp for warp."

"Aye sir," Ein responded. "I'll adjust the reactor flows."

Paul steadied himself for a moment on the armrest of his chair, and then sank thankfully into it. "Bridge to Engineering, activate now!! Helm, increase speed to Warp 9.6."

"Warp 9.6 sir."

"Sir, 'Eve' has begun to follow us. She has our same heading and speed."

"The cloaked ship is maintaining our new speed sir," Jordan spoke from Tactical.

"Helm, increase to Warp 9.7"

"The cloaked ship is still maintaining our new speed," Jordan confirmed.

"Warp 9.8"

"Still maintaining sir."

The officer at the helm turned in alarm. "Captain, my console is showing an increase in speed to Warp 9.85, wait Warp 9.87 now."

"Adjust your speed then," Paul replied.

"The controls are reading our set Warp still at 9.8, yet we *are* travelling at 9.9 now."

"Red Alert," Paul ordered. "Mr. Charles, the other ship."

"It's losing ground on us," Jordan confirmed. "Eve is still maintaining our new speed."

Mr. Ein at the Operations Console spoke up. "Captain, our ship-based energy readings are climbing rapidly. It appears that in entering our Warp Bubble, Eve has managed to transfer energy both onto the ship, and also to increase the efficiency of our warp bubble. That would account for our increasing speed."

"Warp 9.93," Helm continued the commentary. "Warp 9.94. Still increasing."

Respectfully submitted Cmdr. Paul Paxwax

<<NRPG>>

I guess travelling quickly improves the time to reunite our two teams, plus the time to return Eve to her 'mother' :-) And now, who *is* in that cloaked ship <G>

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USS FEYNMAN: I'm Still Here on the Bridge

by Kristen Gant 1-8-1996

Stardate: 80107.1334
Ship’s Date: 2.1445
Scene: Bridge

Counselor Krysa Jenn watched the viewscreen with great interest. The anomaly/creature “Eve”, was following them and it seemed, actually pushing them to get where they were going. Then Krysa had a fleeting thought. What was “Eve” actually afraid of? “Eve” wanted her mother. That much Krysa was sure of. But it occurred to her that “Eve’s” fear went beyond being afraid of being lost and alone.

“Captain. I think “Eve” is afraid of that ship out there. Whatever happened to these creatures was caused by that ship. I’m almost positive of it. It just makes sense.”

“I think you are right, Ens. The two events are definitely related.”

Krysa felt herself tense. They had a terrified creature and a clocked, probably hostile ship following them.

Regards, Ens. Krysa Jenn, Ship’s Counselor, USS Feynman

NRPG: I know it isn’t much, but I am feeling some limitations here on what I can do as a counselor and as a brand new member of the crew<G>. Just wanted you all to know that I’ve had my say, and I’m still here watching and listening.

Colby: Andy pointed out to me that the Feynman is supposed to look black. Don’t know if that picture can be darkened up enough. Don’t know how I missed that in the specs<EG>

Kristen

USS FEYNMAN: Delta-Tyron VII Science Station

by Max Felsher 1-8-1996

SD 80108.2215(GMT)
ShD 2.1700
Delta-Tyron VII Science Station:Command Center

As Maril continued to scan for any further action, four officers walked in, one leading and two others helping the last.

"Hello," Zane said, getting up. "I am Lieutenant Commander Zane. Who are you?" gesturing towards the one who was being supported.

"My name is Ensign Steven Calder. I was assigned to the Delta-Tyron VII Security Garrison," the officer said weakly.

"Can you tell us what happened, Ensign?" Zane asked.

"Everything was normal. Then, all of a sudden, an unknown vessel decloaked in orbit. They attacked us. We were no match for them. Lieutenant Fielter, our CO, ordered me to get over here and warn you. I did, and as I left, I saw the Garrison exploding. As I neared here, my engines just failed. It had to have been sabotage, sir," the Ensign explained.

"One more question, Ensign. This man has claimed to be from your garrison," pointing to the Lt.<jg> who had been in command earlier. "Do you know him?"

"I've never seen him in my life," he replied.

"This man lies! Do you actually trust him, with his wild account of unknown ships and sabotage?" the Lt.<jg> exclaimed.

As he said this, his hand started to morph into a knife. He walked behind the Ensign and stabbed him in the back. He staggered forward, then collapsed on the floor. "Grab that man!" Zane cried out, trying to carry out his order himself.

As security officers rushed towards the shapeshifter, it again morphed-this time into a Ktarian porcupine. It shot out several poisonous quills, one of which hit Lt. Maril in the arm. Maril cringed in pain but stayed conscious. As the security officers gave the shapeshifter some distance, it rushed out of the room.

"Security Alert!" Zane said over the intercom system. "A hostile shapeshifter is on the loose!" Then, to Maril, he asked, "Are you okay? How is Ensign Calder?"

"I will be fine, but Mr. Calder definitely needs medical attention," Maril replied.

"Why don't you take him there, Lieutenant, since you are slightly injured yourself."

"Aye, sir."

Maril grabbed Calder and pulled him up. Supporting Calder with his arm, Maril walked out of the room.

"Do not worry. You will be pulled from the Sedjera Trench, as Gubali was," Maril tried to comfort the injured security officer.

As they neared the Infirmirary, they met Dr. Tok, who suggested they continue as it would be easier to treat the problem there.

However, as they walked into the room, they saw Dr. Tok in there. Dr. Tok was standing right next to them, yet he was further into the room, near the biobed. Who was Devillus and who was Jekeli? Maril didn't really know.

The sun has met the sea,
Lieutenant Onta Maril,
Second/Operations Officer, USS Feynman,
aka Max Felsher

NRPG: All:Wasn't this supposed to be a simple "mail run"? Well, I guess something exciting has to happen. :)
BTW, Maril should be delirious and/or ill as the poison in his blood returns to a gelatinous state. Does anybody know who the real Tok is? :)

USS FEYNMAN: Travelling Way Too Fast

by Colby D. Beck 1-10-1996

Ship's Date 2.1435
Scene: Feynman Bridge

Jordan stared at his sensor panels in disbelief. This speed was unbelievable. At this speed, the sensors were very unreliable, at best. However, when an anomaly appears several times, its probably there. Or at least that's the line Jordan was feeding himself.

"Captain. My sensors show an anomaly orbiting the planet. Granted its very long range, and our current speed make the sensors unreliable, but i've been tracking it for a bit. It appears like a shadow. Its much bigger than Eve, but from what I can gather, its very similar to Eve."

As for that cloaked whatever, it was losing ground to the Feynman quickly. A sudden energy spike can across the sensors making Jordan jump back. It looked like that ship had overextended its engines.

"Captain, the ship, or whatever, that was paralleling us just had a huge energy spike. I think they had massive engine failure. Their speed is slowing rapidly. Warp 6, 5, 4, 2, 1, sir they dropped out of warp. They look to be dead in space and drifting. I can't tell how they keep their cloak up with amount of energy loss, unless..."

"What Ensign?" The Captain sounded a bit upset at Jordan's sudden silence.

Jordan, mentally kicking himself for losing himself in his thought continued, "Well sir, I've read journal articles about experiments in a new hull design material that is reflective. That is instead of a device to defract light and sensors from a cloaked ship, this hull actually absorbs the energy, thereby making the ship invisible. If Science can reconfigure the sensors, it may prove or disprove my theory."

<<NRPG>>

Gang: I took a few liberties here, sorry if I stepped on anyone's ideas. School is starting up, so my life is relatively upside down at the moment.

Jordan

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USS FEYNMAN: Bridge

by Andrew Catterick 1-20-1996

SD:80120.1730
Scene: Bridge

Zane sat in the command chair trying very hard not to look like he was in pain. Apparently the new bartender, Bat, still didn't believe in synthehol. Zane had forgotten about Bat's habits. He now had a painful reminder. Fortunately his metabolism was fast enough that much of the alcohol had been purged from his system. He'd half to talk to Bat. The FEYNMAN didn't need a drunk crew.

He leaned to his right and activated the small computer console on his arm rest. Quickly scanning the most recent he files he was pleased to se that Onta had, with his customary efficency, restocked the ship from both planetside supplies and those from the USS BRATTAIN. All systems were nominal and the ship was prepared for departure.

"Mr. Barron, take us out of orbit. Increase speed to full impulse."

"Aye sir." the FCO replied.

Zane addressed the TAC station. "Tell the BRATTAIN we are breaking orbit and relay the captain's regards."

Zane's gaze returned to the armrest monitor. He had several choices for the ship's first deep-space destination. He could feel the excitement welling inside. He had grown up on a deep-space explorer. In away he was returning home. Skimming through the files he noticed a notation attached to one from the second officer. It made sense. He closed the file and called up the navigational display. The ship was quickly approaching the edge of the Delta-Tyronn system. Approaching the Federation border.

He closed the computer contact and straightened in his chair. "Helm, right standard rudder, come to new course 247 mark 32. When we leave the system increase speed to warp 6."

"Aye sir. Heading is now 247 mark 32, The Persei system."

<<<NRPG>>>

Just a short one to get the ship moving and to keep me occupied.

I'd rather hold off on any major threads until Andrew returns but by all means start laying ground work or having your characters enjoy themselves etc. Since we are leaving known space it will take several days to enter the new system. I'm sure it will correspond with the return of Andrew.<G>

Kristin: I'm sure Zane will be eager to join any activities that arise!

The FCO is an NPC until we get a 'real' one (Mike: Hint! Hint!) :)

respectfully submitted, LT.CMDR Zane

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==== LT.Tarsa Rogers CEO USS TESLA                                    ====
==== LT.CMDR Zane XO/FO USS FEYNMAN                                   ====
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==== Andy Catterick St. Catharines, Ontario                           ====
==== acat...@freenet.npiec.on.ca Canada                               ====
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USS FEYNMAN: Softball Anyone

by Kristen Gant 1-21-1996

Stardate: 80121.1438
Scene: Holodeck 2
Ship’s Date: 3.1900

[Attention: All crew! There will be a Bar-b-que picnic and Softball game in Holodeck 2 at 1900. You are all invited to attend to enjoy this Earth custom. Come for fun and learn a thing or two as well.]

Krysa was pleased with the turnout for her first relaxation exercise for the crew. So far there were so many she had sent a group over to Holodeck 3 with Ens. Demark who had graciously altered his original Baseball program to work interactively with more people. Most of the crew who had joined in were human, but there had been a few crew of various other races. There was one Vulcan who said he was very interested in watching the game, but would prefer not to play.

Krysa walked over to the new ship’s bartender, Bat, who had graciously offered to run the refreshment area. Well, to be honest, once he heard about the event, he demanded rather then offered. He told her the event just wouldn’t be the same without his expertise. Krysa was glad for the help and found his demeanor to be refreshing.

“How are things going here, Bat?”

“Very well, thanks to me.” He chuckled, “You know I don’t think you made a wise choice in inviting me here. Do you know that when I first arrived, this computer simulation had provided me with a substandard grill? Why if it weren’t for me, these people wouldn’t truly be able to enjoy the experience.”

Krysa laughed, “I knew I could count on you to save the day.”

“Attention!! All players to the field for team selections!” Called out CPO Cassey. Krysa had put him in charge of this Holodeck. Ens. Chesterton, her aide, had declined due to the fact that she did not enjoy baseball. She was putting together a list of musicians to begin some practice sessions.

Krysa was watching the crew gather when she heard Bat.

“Aren’t you going to play?”

“Well, I’ve watched the game before, but never played. I think that I’ll sit this one out.”

“Now what’s the fun in that! Go on and play... it’s all a game... just for relaxing. I’m sure you need as much relaxing as the rest of the crew. Now go play and leave me along!”

Krysa smiled at Bat. Then she turned and headed out to the field.

Regards, Lt.(j.g.) Krysa Jenn, Ship’s Cruise Director<G>

NRPG: I am not a very good softball player, so I’m not sure I could write a very good game<G>, so I am thinking someone could help<please> I didn’t write any of your characters in, but that doesn’t mean that I don’t expect you to be there<BG>

Remember that Ens. Chesterton is looking for musicians. I know someone mentioned to me in a post that their character played an instrument, but like a dummy<g> I forgot to write it down or save it, so I don’t recall who it was.... maybe Max?? At any rate feel free to use Blayne to chat about it or even get together a few other NPC’s and make some music. I think that Blayne will turn out to be an excellent pianist<BG> (BTW, I made Cassey a Chief Petty officer and Blayne Chesterton an Ensign with her eye on my job<VBG> as Andy suggested)

USS FEYNMAN: Bridge

by Joseph Baker 1-22-1996

SD: 80122.1028
Setting: USS Feynman Bridge

The Captain sat in his chair as Ensign Jerran Terel came up and reported for duty.

"Ensign Jerran Terel reporting for duty, sir," said the Ensign as he stood ramrod straight at attention.

"At ease, ensign. Welcome aboard the USS Feynman. It's good to have an experienced pilot aboard as FCO. Most of the senior officers are down in the holodeck playing a game of baseball now. Why don't you go down and introduce yourself to them."

Jerran groaned inwardly to himself at the thought of having to go to a social event, but as this was going to be his first impression with his first crew, he thought he'd better make the best of it.

"Aye sir," he said before turning to walk off the bridge. He took a moment to glance longingly over at the flight console, his console. He felt it pulling him towards it, but then noticed that the captain was watching his hesitation with a slight grin.

The captain smiled and said, "There'll be plenty of time for that later, Ensign Jerran. Now, report to the holodeck."

"Aye, sir," he said yet again as he headed into the lift, this time without hesitation.

He arrived at the holodeck in a matter of a couple of minutes after dropping off his stuff at his new quarters. He walked in to see a large baseball field. There were a number of the crewmembers playing the game, one which Jerran had never bothered to familiarize himself with.

Lt. Cmdr. Zane, the ship's XO, saw him enter and yelled out, "New player! He's ours!"

Jerran walked over to him and said, "Sir, I must tell you that I am unfamiliar with this form of recreation and would do little to further your part of the game."

"It's easy, Ensign. Just take the bat and hit the ball when that guy throws it," said Zane, pointing towards the CPO on the pitchers mound.

Before Jerran could say a word, one of the other players had shoved a bat in his hand, and Zane had pushed him over to homeplate. He just stood there holding the bat and looking at it up and down, wondering what to do with it.

Lt. Jenn, who seemed to be directing the game, picked up a bat and showed him how to hold it and what stance to adopt. Jerran reluctantly stepped up to the plate and mimicked her stance.

The CPO at the mound wound up for the pitch, and then through the ball, a fast ball that even though it wouldn't have breaken any major league records, was impressive in itself.

Jerran thought to himself, *All I have to do is hit the ball with this stick? Where's the challenge in that,* as he swung the bat at the speeding ball.

The crack resounded through the stadium as everyone watched the ball fly over the fence.

Jerran turned towards Zane, shrugging as if to say, "What do I do now?"

Zane pointed frantically towards first base yelling, "Run around the bases!"

Feeling most silly, Jerran started off towards the first base, and completed a circuit around the diamond. Once he had returned to home plate, he didn't stop, but continued running around towards first base again.

Zane and everyone else began laughing and said, "No, you can stop once you've gone around once."

Jerran stopped abrubtly, barely even breathing hard from the sprint and walked up to Cmdr. Zane.

Zane stopped laughing and smiled at Jerran saying, "What's your name, Ensign?"

"Jerran Terel, sir. I am the new flight controll officer."

<NRPG> Well, here he is, submitted for your approval, Ensign Jerran Terel <BG>

I hope I didn't butcher anyone's character too much <Innocent G>

Andy: Thanks for the specs and such!

Respectfully Submitted,
Ensign Jerran Terel
FCO, USS Feynman
CINCSILVER
aka Joseph Baker
jobaker@chuma.cas.usf.edu

USS FEYNMAN: NRPG: Roster

by Andrew Catterick 1-22-1996

SD: 80122
I. Senior Officer Manifest
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USS FEYNMAN, NCC-66000
(FEYNMAN Class Medium Explorer)
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Rank Name Billet Race Gender
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CMDR Paul Paxwax CO Human (Terran) Male
LT.CMDR Zane XO/FO Unknown Racial Origin Male
LT Onta Maril OPS/20 Tamarian Male
Lt.(jg) Tixx T. Tok CMO Bolian Male
Lt.(jg) Tarrant Koreth CEO Klingon/Human Male
EN Fobok CSciO Vulcan/Human Male
EN Jordon Charles CSO Human (Terran) Male
EN Jerren Terrel FCO ------ Male
EN Krysa Jenn COU Betazoid Female
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II. The Players:
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Character Real Name E-Mail Address
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Paul Paxwax         	Andrew Nugteren     andrewn@southern.co.nz
Zane                    Andrew Catterick    acatteri@freenet.npiec.on.ca
Onta Maril             	Max Felsher         zante@camb.inmet.com
Tixx T. Tok             Lysle Kapp          ljk3@cornell.edu
Tarrant Koreth          Jason Bostjanic     psy342@grove.ufl.edu
Fobok                  	B.J. Baye           bjbaye@bconnex.net
Jordon Charles          Colby D. Beck       cdbeck@interaccess.com
Jerren Terrel           Joseph Baker        jobaker@chuma.cas.usf.edu
Krysa Jenn              Kristin Gant        sgant@interaccess.com
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Name Billet Race Gender
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Ensign Matt Fuhrman* TC Human (Terran) Male
WO T'Del ACMO Vulcan Female
Ensign Thomas Jared CEO-BETA Human Male
Ensign S'Tal CEO-GAMMA Vulcan Male
MCPO Ein* AOPS Bolian Unknown
WO Bellad Jafel* ACSciO Bajoran Male
SCPO Meln* OPS-GAMMA Ferengi Male
WO Charles Dunnon AFCO Human (Terran) Male
MCPO Mike Larocque* Aide to FO Andorian Male

CPO Barbara Mancuso ACSO-BETA Human (Terran) Female
1st LT. Gregory Williams* MCO Human (Terran) Male
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*denotes protected/registered NPC

IV. Registered NPCs
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Character Name Post Owner
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MCPO Mike Larocque Aide to FO Andy Catterick
Ensign Matt Fuhrman Transporter Chief Andy Catterick
WO Bellad Jafel Ast.CSciO Max Felsher
WO Ein Ast.OPS Max Felsher
SCPO Meln OPS-GAMMA Max Felsher
1stLT Gregory Williams MCO Andrew Nugteren
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USS FEYNMAN: An Unwanted Arrival

by Andrew Nugteren 1-23-1996

Stardate: 80123
Scene: Baseball Game
SD: 3.2005

1st Lieutenant Gregory Williams scowled slightly as he emerged through the doors of the holodeck and into the baseball arena. The object of his attention was the Feynman's Chief Security Officer, Jordan, who appeared to be having a great time in the centre of the diamond. His pitching was incredible, and it was a wonder that anyone could get a hold of his fast, swirling pitches. Greg pretended to applaud as one of the batting teams players was struck out. He snorted privately to himself... maybe half of his disgust was at Commander Paxwax. Without any warning whatsoever, the Captain had promoted the security chief so that the two of them were of equal rank. He himself had been overlooked, and he wondered why, since the Marines had been exemplarary since their arrival on the FEYNMAN. Everyone was predjudiced against the Marines though, and perhaps that was why Security got *special favors* from Operations. Like how they were getting more energy per person than his own department.

Stepping forward a few tenative steps, Krysa saw the MCO and eagerly beckoned him toward her team who were batting. "Great to see you," she smiled warmly at him. "Wanna bat?"

Greg considered her offer carefully. Jordan *was* still pitching, and it would be good for the senior marine officer to take on the security officer and win. Gazing into the stands, he saw many of his marines enjoying watching the game. That made up his mind... it would be good for Marine morale to see their Commander do well. He stepped up to the plate and eyed the pitcher. Their gazes locked, and Jordan could see the fierce competition of the MCO burn like fire in his eyes. He wound up to pitch.

The ball came fast and low. Greg swung out at it with a powerful blow just to slash powerfully in the air as the ball passed safely under his bat.

"Strike one," came a familiar voice from behind him. Turning, he saw that Commander Paxwax had now joined the game and had taken over as one of the ref's. He turned his attention back to the pitcher, concentration sharpened.

The next ball curved back toward him, but he managed to get a hold of the ball and smashed the ball high into the air. He began to run, only to hear the voice behind him intone again, "Strike two, foul."

Eyeing the Captain, Greg picked up the bat he had discarded and returned to the plate. Some of the fielders were applauding Jordan's pitches to date. One of them grinned at him, and he recognised the face as one of Jordan's assistant chiefs. He scowled back in return.

The batters on bases two and three were watching him intently as he took guard. If they could get home, Krysa's team would take the lead.

Standing resolute, Greg ignored the next ball which was rather loose, and was pleased to hear it called a ball by the Captain. Maybe Paxwax was impartial, although after the recent promotions he doubted it somewhat.

The next ball was a slow ball, but was coming in wide so Greg chose to ignore it and wait for a better ball to hit for a homer. This proved his undoing as the ball curved in at the last moment, passing above the plate.

"Strike three and out." Paxwax spoke. "Side away."

Greg turned and his eyes burned at the man behind the net. That ball

• had* been wise and should have been balled. He began to argue, not

noticing Krysa approaching him from the side.

"Don't worry," she encouraged him. "You tried hard, but it was a fair call. You can field on the boundary if you like."

Greg stared at her. "I'd rather not play at all," he told her. "This is a silly game." He stormed off, ignoring Zane who had just donned his bat and was moving up to bat. Paul waved at him from behind the net.

"Our MCO is in a fine mood," he grinned at Zane. "Looks like he lost a bit of face in front of his marines in the stand."

"That's not all bad," Zane replied. "Might bring his self-image down a little; remind him that he's only mortal and not the be-all, end-all of everything. I think he's a little sour at not getting promoted actually, now that he's equal rank with Jordan."

Paul nodded. "Batter up," he yelled, obviously enjoying himself.

Respectfully submitted Cmdr. Paul Paxwax

<<NRPG>>

Hi everyone!! Great to be back after a decent little holiday away from everything. We don't really play baseball here in N.Z. so I hope I haven't stuffed up majorly anywhere above, but I stand corrected.

Joseph: Welcome aboard our merry little ship. Just so you know, the MCO is a little favourite NPC of mine. A little up himself, like all 'jarheads' as Security would say :-)

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USS FEYNMAN: After the Game

by Joseph Baker 1-24-1996

SD: 80124.1035
Setting: USS Feynman, Ensign Jerran Terel's Quarters
Ship Time: 3.2300 (Right after the baseball game on the holodeck)

Ensign Jerran walked into his quarters which he had only seen once before since coming onboard the Feynman just a few hours ago. He was actually surprised to notice that it was already past 11:00 pm. He hadn't thought the baseball game on the holodeck had lasted that long.

It wasn't something he'd probably volunteer to do in the future, but it was an interesting diversion which proved usefull in giving him some info on who he was working with on this ship.

He was just about to get a cup of Bajoran honey tea from the replicator when the door buzzer sounded, announcing that someone was at the door. He turned from the replicator and said, "Come."

The door opened and a crewman walked in with a package with some Bajoran markings on it. The crewman said, "This just arrived for you, sir, on a ihghspeed courier from Bajor."

Jerran already knew what it was. He took it and sat it down on a nearby table saying thank you to the crewman who then departed with a nod.

He was surprised that it had gotten to him at all, considering that it had probably been forwarded t oas many places as he's been in the past few days, from Starfleet Academy to Armstrong Lunar Base to Starbase Alpha to Starbase Epsilon, and then finally arriving at the Feynman.

Jerran opened it up reluctantly, knowing that he was going to have to move on to this stage if he was going to be able to work at peak efficiency on his new assignment. Inside the box was a small ornamental altar with a couldren suspended by some chains. Inside the couldren was a plasma flame source.

Jerran placed the couldren on the table and walked over to his dresser drawers, pulling out a Bajoran ceremonial robe. He looked at the bottom of the box, and there was still one thing left in there, a Bajoran earring. He took it out and hung it on a small hook on the altar.

He then sat down in front of the altar and began to recite the three hour long Bajoran death chant.

"Ah-kay-ah "A-ya Va-suu "Ko-van-ha "E-ay-ha "Kalani."

Respectfully Submitted,
Ensign Jerran Terel
Flight Control Officer, USS Feynman
aka Joseph Baker
jobaker@chuma.cas.usf.edu

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* Daisemi'in rhhaensuriuu * Of the chief parts of the Ruling            *
* meillunsiateve * Passion, only this can be truly                      *
* rh'e Mnhei'sahe yie ahr'en: * said:                                   *
* Mnahe afw'ein quii; * Hate has a reason for everything,               *
* rh'e hweithnaef * But love is unreasonable.                           *
* mrht Hes'he ehl'ein quii.                                             *
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* Joseph W. Baker                                                       *
* Physics Major, College of Arts and Sciences                           *
* University of South Florida                                           *
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USS FEYNMAN: Observation Lounge

by Max Felsher 1-25-1996

SD 80126.0230
MD 1.0805
Observation Lounge

As Maril stood up and displayed the holographic projection, he began to speak:

"The Persei system consists of the star 4 Persei, which is comparable to Vulcan's sun in size and luminosity, and is in its last million years of regular fusion-based existance; five planets; and their moons, asteroids, comets, etc. Of the five planets, Persei I, II, and III are uninhabitable, being only about the size of Mercury, Venus, and Earth's moon in Earth's system. Persei IV and V are both Class M. However, they are at opposite ends of the spectrum. Persei IV's surface rarely is cooler than 88 degrees Celsius, while Persei V's summer temperature is approximately 6 degrees."

"Are there any signs of life, intelligent or otherwise, Commander?" Commander Paxwax questioned.

"There is some evidence, but the scans by previous probes were rather limited."

"Very well. Continue."

"These two planets are also opposites in terms of amount of water. Less than 15% of Persei IV's surface is covered by water, but 95% of Persei V's surface is water. Given the extremes of these two planets, intelligent life is rather unlikely, although there is probably some life, and even the mountain of Devert can be scaled...anything is possible."

"Persei I is so close to 4 Persei that its mean surface temperature is about 210 degrees Celsius. Even Persei III does not get cooler than 100 degrees Celsius in winter."

"Persei I and II each have one small moon, both about the same size. Persei III has none, while IV has eight and V has six. Also, between Persei IV and Persei V, there appears to be a large asteroid belt, with some comets swirling inside as well. Any questions?"

Lt.<jg> Charles had one. "Are there any cultures which could be hostile towards us? Is there anything we should be prepared for?"

"We may have to make some modifications if we want to travel through the asteroid belt, and there is always the chance of hostile species, but I do not see any major threats."

"You said that 4 Persei is in its last million years. Is that any danger?" Lt. Commander Zane asked.

"Unless the star's 'life' has been speeded up, there should be no problems with that. Any more questions?"

The sun has met the sea,
Lt. Commander Onta Maril,
Second/Operations Officer, USS Feynman,
aka Max Felsher

NRPG: All:Well, that's a general overview of the Persei system. I would probably save this post, or take down some notes, or *something* :) as this is pretty vital information. Fire away on the questions.

USS FEYNMAN: Preflight Checks

by Kristen Gant 1-26-1996

Stardate: 80126.2049
Scene: Flight Deck
Ship’s Date: 1:0920

Krysa Jenn walked onto the flight deck. As she expected Ens. Jarren was already there beginning the preflight checks. She knew that he liked to keep busy. She had been trying to find a time to chat with him. As Ship’s Counselor it was her responsibility to keep up with any difficutlies that might come up in the crew. She really prefered to be familiar with the senior officers and department heads, as it made her job much easier. Unfortunately, Ens Jarren had been extremely busy, and so far they had not had a chance to talk.

She knew he was avoiding her. She had wondered as to why, but now that she realized he was blocking her as well as avoiding her, she was intensly curious. She was determined to at least put him at ease, even if she couldn’t discover what was behind the sadness in his eyes.

“Hello, Ens. Jarren. Lt. Jenn reporting for duty.”

Jarren seemed to stiffen a bit at the sound of her voice. “Could you take over this panel while I start on the next?”

Krysa nodded and moved the panel. She felt the mind block again. It was just as well, they had work to do.

They continued to work with very little conversation for some time. Finally Krysa had enough of the silence, “I’ve seen the Nova Squadron.”

Jarren looked at her. “You did?”

“Just once. Right when you first started them up again. It caused quite a stir. So I was intriqued. I was still in the Academy then.”

“Um, did you enjoy it?”

“Oh yes, immensely. It almost made me change my mind about piloting again. Of course, I knew that I wouldn’t ever be as good as the Nova Squadron. I had some trouble attaining the level 5 that I did get.”

Krysa paused and the silence began again. Ens. Jarren would not make it easy on her.

Regards, Lt.(j.g.) Krysa Jenn (aka Kristen)

USS FEYNMAN: Away Team, MoonBase

by Andrew Catterick 1-26-1996

SD:80126.2200
Scene:Small airlock inside moon installation
MD:1.1300

The six figures quickly shimmered in to existence in the middle of the small room, their handheld search lights illuminating the darkness.

"Zane to FEYNMAN, transport complete."

"Understood commander, FEYNMAN out."

Slowly they examinined the room. Besides darkness and a thick layer of dust there was little to be seen. On the north wall was a large, double door. The paint had faded but the markings were quite clear, and unintelligable. Zane looked at Maril and Fobok, neither had any readings on their tricorders. He turned to face the historian.

"Ensign?"

"Sir, this room is consistent with a base entry port. Those doors are most likely and access tunnel or shaft to the main base below us."

"Do you recognize these inscriptions?"

"No sir, they don't match any of the major cryptic families although I have recorded them and the tricorder is currently searching for any possible matches."

"Very well." Zane gestured towards the door. "Shall we."

<<<NRPG>>>

Just a short one to establish that it was the moon base we were beaming down to since there seemed to be some confusion.

Andrew: I had decided on 3 for the Away team so the various threads would be equally staffed. Which would also leave a science/tech officer for each thread. Sorry, I was just staffing the away team as an FO is supposed to, I didn't realize you had something else in mind.

Respectfully submitted,
LT.CMDR Zane

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==== LT.Tarsa Rogers CEO USS TESLA                                    ====
==== LT.CMDR Zane XO/FO USS FEYNMAN                                   ====
==== LT.CMDR Nigel Brock ALB INSTRUCTOR HOLODECK 18                   ====
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==== Andy Catterick St. Catharines, Ontario                           ====
==== acat...@freenet.npiec.on.ca Canada                               ====
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USS FEYNMAN: Observation Lounge

by Andrew Nugteren 1-26-1996

Stardate: 80126
Scene: Observation Lounge
MD: 1.0815

>"You said that 4 Persei is in its last million years. Is that any danger?" Lt. Commander Zane > asked. >"Unless the star's 'life' has been speeded up, there should be no problems with that. Any more >questions?"

Maril looked around searchingly.

"Thank you Mr. Maril," Paul said warmly and then turned his attention to all present. "We are now but several hours from entering the system, so anything you can pick up from your equipment should be logged immediately. Mr. Zane, I'd like you to make preparations for an away team mission. There's not enough data to hand to choose between Persei IV or V at this stage, so we'll have to be ready for extremes. Mr. Terel, I believe you have a Level 9 Flight Classification?"

"Aye sir," Jerran replied smartly.

"Good," Paxwax replied. "You'll be needing to use it I daresay. While the Away Team is on mission, I'd like you to take a team into the asteroid belt. I'd advise you familiarize yourself with our shuttlecraft in the next few hours."

"Yes sir."

"Very well then, stations everyone."

Respectfully submitted Cmdr. Paul Paxwax

<<NRPG>>

Just setting up the basis for a few threads to keep everyone occupied. Looks like we'll split into three threads; one being the away team on the surface, another the shuttle in the asteroid belt, and the third the FEYNMAN herself. Jerran will be in the shuttle, Zane commanding the away team and myself commanding the FEYNMAN. If you'd like to request a place on any of the three threads specifically, let me know reasonably soon before we actually get going. If I don't hear from you, I'll just post you into one of the threads at random <EG>

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| Commander Paul Paxwax Commanding Officer USS FEYNMAN                    |
| Commander Erwin van den Berg Fleet Intelligence Officer SILVER FLEET    |
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| Andrew Nugteren Christchurch                                            |
| Email: and...@southern.co.nz New Zealand                                |
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USS FEYNMAN: 10-Forward -> Observation Lounge -> Sickbay

by B.J. Baye 1-26-1996

SD: 80126.1430
Scene: 10 Forward
MD: 1.0800

Fobok shook his head to reply, then his communicator beeped before he could say anything. He tapped it, "Fobok here."

[Ensign Fobok, report to the observation lounge now.]

Fobok said, "On my way," and tapped his communicator to shut it off, then cursed as he raced out of 10-Forward. He couldn't believe he forgot about the briefing.

Scene: Observation Lounge

Fobok came in quietly and sat down. Commander Paxwax turned and gave him a look that said 'Where have you been?'.

"Sorry, sir, I've..had a lot on my mind," answered Fobok. He knew that wasn't a good excuse, but it was true.

Paxwax just nodded, understanding. He then started thr briefing.

Scene: Observation Lounge, 15 minutes later

>> "You said that 4 Persei is in its last million years. Is that any danger?"
>>Lt. Commander Zane asked.

>> "Unless the star's 'life' has been speeded up, there should be no problems >>with that. Any more questions?"
> > Maril looked around searchingly.

>> "Thank you Mr. Maril," Paul said warmly and then turned his attention to all present. "We are now but several hours from >>entering the system, so anything you can pick up from your equipment should be logged immediately. Mr. Zane, I'd like you >>to make preparations for an away team mission. There's not enough data to hand to choose between Persei IV or V at this >>stage, so we'll have to be ready for extremes. Mr. Terel, I believe you have a Level 9 Flight Classification?"

> > "Aye sir," Jerran replied smartly.

>>"Good," Paxwax replied. "You'll be needing to use it I daresay. While the Away Team is on mission, I'd like you to take a team >>into the asteroid belt. I'd advise you familiarize yourself with our shuttlecraft in the next few hours."

>> "Yes sir."

>> "Very well then, stations everyone."

Fobok stood up and walked toward the exit slowly, waiting for the doctor to catch up. As the two walked onto the bridge, Fobok asked, "Any news on Matt?"

Tok just shook his head, "Not yet, I.." and his communicator beeped.

[Dr. Tok, medical emergency in sickbay, it's the boy.]

Tok raced to the lift. Fobok started to follow, but remembered his shift was about to start. He turned toward Paxwax, "Permisson to leave the bridge, sir?"

Paxwax nodded, "Granted."

Fobok then went to a lift, saying, "Sickbay."

Scene: Sickbay

Fobok walked in and looked around, trying to gain some sense of the situation. He was using every bit of training he had taken in emotion control to keep himself from panicking. He noticed one of the doctors, Clayton he believed, seemed to be on the verge if panick. He walked in a bit farther, and said, "Can I offer any assistance?", hoping to be able to do something.

NRPG: Lysle: I leave it up to you what happens next. You probably know from Fobok's bio that he has graduated from Starfleet Medical.

B.J. Baye
bjbaye@bconnex.net