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USS FEYNMAN: Going Native
by Joseph Baker 8-1-1996
SD: 80801.0432 (GMT)
MD: 6.?
Scene: Pirate Base, just outside of the cargo bay
Maril was the first of the group of FEYNMAN "pirates" to barrel out of the cargo bay, taking on his pirate Captain persona and shouting orders to his crew, many of which were in the form of Tamarian orders which even the resourceful LT Jerran had trouble placing. He just nodded and followed his "skipper" out of the hold.
The FCO had decided to take on the persona of a half Romulan pirate who had just recently come accross the neutral zone after the situation was becoming a little too hot for his line of work. Luckily, his little adventure with a real Romulan pirate while the FEYNMAN had visited Earth left him with quite a bit of source material to base his own dramatis personae on.
While in the company of the legendary Captain tr'Khnialmnae, Jerran had learned that Rihannsu pirates tended to be somewhat extravagant in their manner, yet they had a subtle wit that was as sharp as the swords they tended to wear at their sides, and they wielded both with equal skill.
Jerran had decided to forgo the saber for practicality's sake, but his clothes, though still somewhat scraggly, were alittle bit better than most of the crew. He had also decided to remove his usual ear decoration, deciding to emerse himself more into the part of the Rihannsu pirate than a Bajoran raider. All in all, because of his intense military history thus far, the latter would have been much more difficult to pull off.
A group of pirates walked by the FEYNMAN crew, sneering at them as they passed. Maril snarled equally well, and then turned back to his crew to bark some more orders, feigning the unloading of a phantom ship. One of the passing pirates, though, was not amused by Maril's return growl, and when the commander turned back around, he had a large, scaly Gorn staring down at him with dark red, gleeming, faceted eyes.
The Gorn clicked something in the back of its mouth angrily and said, "You got a problem, Tamarian?" He emphasized his anger by grabbing Maril by the collar and lifting him up off the ground. "Cause I'm sure I can fix whatever ails you."
Maril didn't reply, he just simply snarled again and slammed his arms against the bottom of the Gorn's powerful wrists, causing the green pirate to drop the Commander, who immediately rebounded back up with a fist to the scaly chin. The Gorn flew back against a set of crates. He was just about to reach for a large laser pistol from his belt, but Jerran already had both the Bajoran phaser pistols out that he had tucked into a set of shoulder holsters under his jacket and pointed right at the Gorn's large head.
The "Romulan" smirked and said, "I can fix what ails him, too, with just a flick of my fingers."
Maril walked casually over to stand beside Jerran and said, "You'd better listen to Scout, Mister. Now, tell me where the person who's in charge of this joint is before I let him pull those triggers and send your face into Shareeka's realm by the sea of fire!"
The Gorn trembled slightly as he said, "Three levels up, in the Peg Leg Cantina."
Everyone else in the place had sense gone about their own business as Maril nodded to the Gorn and said, "See, that wasn't too hard. Now, let's go pay our respects to the dockmaster here."
Jerran was the last to fall in with the group as they walked away from the fallen Gorn, twirling his phasers arrogantly before shoving them back into the shoulder holsters.
He caught up with the Commander and the rest of the group in a farely deserted corridor on the way to the nearest lift and said, "Scout, Commander?"
"I was thinking of the Terran Boy Scouts, Lieutenant. They were supposed to have always been prepared, and with your show with those two phasers there, I thought the name fit," Maril said with a smitk as they neared the lift. "By the way, how many of those do you have on you?"
"Two Bajoran phasers and a pair of type I hand phasers, sir, in addition to various knives here and there."
"I rest my case, Scout." Maril said as the group entered the lift.
**************************************************************************** * jobaker@chuma.cas.usf.edu * jbaker@deans2.cas.usf.edu * **************************************************************************** * Joseph Baker * * University of South Florida * **************************************************************************** * Daisemi'in rhhaensuriuu * Of the Chief parts of the * * meillunsiateve * Ruling Passion only this * * rh'e Mnhei'sahe yie ahr'en: * Can be truly said: * * Mnahe afw'ein qiuu, * Hate has a reason for everything * * rh'e hweithnaef * But love is unreasonable * * mrht Heis'he ehl'ein qiuu * --Rihannsu Proverb * ****************************************************************************
USS FEYNMAN: Jones and Drake Have Arrived!
by Michael "Mike" Dailey 8-1-1996
SD:80801.0030
MD: 6.?
SCENE: Transporter 2, after meeting, before beam down.
After being briefed, all the 'Infiltration Team' members were dismissed to don their respective pirate-like costumes and report to Transporter 2 in 1/2 hour. On his way down to T.R.#2, J.C.'s lift stopped to let Mr. Tamarov in. As the lift resumed, both security men looked over each others pirate-garbs, and failed to contain their respective laughter.
"Belay that, Mr. Tamarov. Your getup is just as strange as mine.", J.C. tried to somber-up, but burst another partially-controlled laugh.
"Sorry, Sir. What does yours represent?" Alex looked at J.C. in the black military boots, dark brown pants, light brown shirt unbuttoned, faded hat, and strange weapons on a belt.
"This is one of my favorite literary characters from the 20th century. He was called Indiana Jones. His profession was Archeology, but he was quite a daring adventurer" J.C. adjusted his hat slightly, "These are from my personal collection," Alex opened his mouth to say something, but J.C. anticipated what he was going to say "and yes, I registered them with the Armory per regulations", gesturing to the two weapons on his belt.
"This whip is actually a Ferengi Neural whip, and this," he drew his sidearm with impressive speed, "is an authentic, working Colt .45 revolver six-shooter, complete with two "speed-loaders" replacement ammunition. Don't worry, I still have my pal with me." J.C. patted his Starfleet type I Phaser underneath his belt.
"What about your costume, Mr. Tamarov?" asked J.C. Tamarov, dressed also in black military boots, we sported black baggy trousers, a dark blue shirt, a black cape.
"Well, Sir. I couldn't decide, so this is a cross between a 18th century sailor and merchantman on Earth. Just call me Drake." With that, the lift stopped, doors opened, and J.C. gave Alex a slight nudge "After you, Mr. Drake. Off to the transporter room...."
(SNIP)
> SD: 80801.0432 (GMT)
> MD: 6.?
> Scene: Pirate Base, just outside of the cargo bay
>
> The "Romulan" smirked and said, "I can fix what ails him, too, with just a
> flick of my fingers."
>
> Maril walked casually over to stand beside Jerran and said, "You'd better
> listen to Scout, Mister. Now, tell me where the person who's in charge
> of this joint is before I let him pull those triggers and send your face
> into Shareeka's realm by the sea of fire!"
>
> The Gorn trembled slightly as he said, "THree levels up, in the Peg Leg Cantina."
>
> Everyone else in the place had sense gone about their own business as
> Maril nodded to the Gorn and said, "See, that wasn't too hard. Now, let's
> go pay our respects to the dockmaster here."
Mr. "Drake" Tamarov and J.C. "Jones" holstered their own weapons. Seeing Mr. Jerran's weapons, J.C. made a note to post the Starfleet regulation concerning all non-issue weapons aboard the starship, just as a reminder to the crew.
On their way, J.C. came up to their commander, whispering quietly, "Sir, I advise extreme caution. Keep a hand very close to your sidearm Sir. After what just happened, who knows what we may encounter." As if to emphasize Allard's point, as they approached the Peg Leg, out came two Romulans, definitely not in uniform. At first, they took no notice of the FEYNMAN 'pirates' and kept walking, until they caught sight of Lt. Jerran...
"I see what you mean, Ensign. We shall not be as Menzi at Sunderen Island", Maril. "Uh, yes Sir." replied J.C., still unaccustomed to the Tamarian's strange speech. ....
Submitted,
Ens. J.C. Allard
SEC-TAC USS FEYNMAN
Mike Dailey
Splatter2@qtm.net
********** *N R P G * **********
Well, not much, but it let's you know how adorable Alex and I look in our get-ups <EVBG> (Hmmm. FEYNMAN costume party?????) Jerran, watch those Romulans. They're DEFIANTLY not military..... All still on the ship, good luck!
CUL8R Mike/J.C.
USS FEYNMAN: Making a Housecall
by Andrew Catterick 8-1-1996
SD: 80801.1500
MD: 6.930
Scene: Bridge, USS TYPHOON
The bridge crew of the STORM class cruiser sat silently at their stations. With chronic understaffing all aboard worked double shifts, daily. None complained, although many wanted to, they knew that their only chance of ever getting back into the main fleets was to be seen as the excellent officers and NCOs they all believed themselves to be. But a double shift, seven days a week, quickly took its toll on a body. And as the TYPHOON plowed through the gravitational eddies and streams it remained blissfully unaware of its approaching cousin.
Captain Rimmer sat slumped in his command chair fighting to keep his eyelids open. He was one hour into his third shift in just over 22 hours and that coupled with the boredom and the gentle rocking of the ship as the stabilizers fought against the raging storm around them was conspiring against him.
Actually, it was Lt.Cmdr Gorliss' bridge shift but as usual Rimmer had relieved him half way through it. Part of the reason was with so little to do on the ship the Captain opted for the 'excitment' of being on the bridge, even if it meant staring at the same swirling storm for hours. But more to the point, Rimmer didn't trust his exec. The man was obviously waiting for a chance, any chance, to take command or at the very least take the glory. But soon it wouldn't matter anymore. The FEYNMAN was close, he could feel it. And as soon as he found her...
He chuckled softly as he stretched his arms over his head. *Tremaine and those two other fools too scared to come inside.* From the beginning, Rimmer had argued that they should have followed the FEYNMAN into the sack. Why chance it slipping by them on its return to EPSILON? But that coward Tremaine had counseled patience reminding them that Starfleet had determined large ships could become easy targets for the sporadic plasma charges that frequented the 'sack. And his two lapdogs, their heads bobbing up and down like the like the puppets they were had agreed.
Settling back into his chair he turned his gaze towards the viewscreen. His mind still drifting between stray thoughts, it did not begin to analyze the dull white patch that his eyes lazily followed. Several moments passed before the ship itself recognized the danger for what it was and dutifully alerted its masters.
"Sir! The helmsman shouted out as the collision alarms on his board started to ring out.
Rimmer's brain and eyes finally merged and realized what the growing white image on the viewscreen was..the underbelly of a Starfleet destroyer. "Hard to port! Sound collision! Fire all weapons!"
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Scene:Bridge, USS FEYNMAN
"Captain, sensors are picking up a disturbance coming through the storm almost directly below us. Range 10000m and closing...fast!"
"Helm, adjust course out of its path. What kind of disturbance lieutenant?" Zane rose from his chair and moved to stand in between the OPS and helm stations.
"The storm is really giving the sensors a hard time." Krsya replied as she tried to coax the DELPHI to be a little more helpful. "Just give me a second....there."
"Sir!" T'meg at the TAC/SEC station shouted out. "Identify a STORM Class cruiser directly below us and on a collision course!"
"Hard to starboard!"
"Going to full impulse and turning to starboard." T'jon replied from the helm, in the background Lt. Jenn could be heard sounding the collision warning.
"We're clear. She's behind us but facing the wrong way. They launched quite a volley at us just before we turned. It was lucky they missed." Jenn reported.
"Hail them." Zane ordered
"No response." The Vulcan NCO cooly replied
"Evasive."
"She's coming around. Phasers only, her shields at 67%" T'meg added.
"Return fire. Target weapons and shields. She can't go to warp in this soup so she's not going anywhere." Zane stumbled to his command chair as the part of the TYPHOON's second volly grazed along the primary hull.
"Shields at 87%. Firing." T'meg's calm voice rang out. The sound of the phasers pulsing through the ship and then lancing out at their attacker made the hairs on the back of Zane's neck tingle, he longed to be at the firing controls rather than sitting as a virtual spectator. "Hit. Target shields down to 42%, forward torpedo tubes are offline."
The ship shook as the FEYNMAN received another hit, this time on the secondary hull, aft.
"Aft shields down to 38%. Minor damage to shuttle bay, damage control teams have been dispatched."
"Coming to new course 135 mark 28."
"Firing."
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Scene:Bridge, USS TYPHOON
The bridge of the TYPHOON was not the calm and efficient environment of its counterpart. As Commander Gorliss emerged from the rear lift he was met with the sight of utter chaos at the center of which was Captain Arnold J. Rimmer. Rimmer had lost control and was now shouting out conflicting orders to the bridge crew who were ignoring him. Trying to get his bearing and take command of the situation Gorliss rushed over to the tactical station. It was too late. On the forward viewer the FEYNMAN banked up from the swirling gases putting itself right into the TYPHOON's path. "Hold on!"
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Scene:Bridge, USS FEYNMAN
"Hit. Target shields are down, weapons offline. Target is coming to a stop. We are being hailed."
"On screen."
[We Surrender! Hold your fire! I repeat, hold your fire!]
"Identify yourself."
[I am Lieutenant Commander Gorliss, executive officer...I have relieved the Captain and assumed command.] His nearly calm voice contrasted with the fear in his eyes.
[....traitor! You'll pay for this, I swear you'll pay!] Screamed a voice off screen.
[As soon as I realized what he was doing....I never wanted this to happen. We we're going after pirates...]
Zane motioned for the audio to be cut off. "Is it a trick?"
"Unlikely." Jenn replied. "They have heavy damage only some of which was caused by us, their running a skeleton crew, just under 200 and have moderate casualties. If its a trick it'll be a desperate one."
"Audio on." Zane ordered. "You've offered surrender and I accept. There are no terms. You will facilitate the movement of your crew. All injured will be conducted to sickbay and the surrounding triage areas. The rest of your crew will be moved to the main shuttle bay. Boarding parties will arrive momentarily to take command of your vessel. I am holding you personally responsible for the safety for both crews. Any tricks will be dealt with severely. FEYNMAN out."
Zane turned to the tactical station. "All boarding parties to their designated transporter rooms."
"Aye sir."
"Lt. Jenn you will lead the boarding."
"Sir?" The OPS officer seemed completely surprised
"Once their crew is safely secured away, seal the bulkheads around the shuttlebay and the medical decks, no point in letting them have any second thoughts. From there your priority is to get that ship up and running. I'm sure it will prove to be invaluable."
"Yes sir...on my way."
<<<NRPG>>> Besides the obvious security contingent, the boarding parties will consist of representatives from all parts of the ship but mostly medical and engineering.
Kristin its up to you as to who to take in terms of PCs but I'd guess you have about 100 NPCs. Have fun!
Hey, the Away Team can't have all the fun!
Respectfully,
Andy-->Wondering what type of damage Kristin can do with a cruiser under her command<EG>
-Commander Zane, Commanding Officer, USS FEYNMAN
-Commander Nigel Straun, TACFLEET Liason, INDIGO
-Commander Horatio Sinclair, Fleet Intelligence Officer, BLUE
USS FEYNMAN: A Busy Day
by Melanie Pocknall 8-1-1996
NRPG: Some slight backposts today.
SD: 80801.2305
MD: 5.1500
Conference room
The news conference had been going on for some minutes before a reporter asked, "How can you guarantee the safety of the civilians on board if these intruders can easily get past the ship's defenses?"
"We guarantee it if the civilians stay in their quarters when there is an intruder alert."
"But how did they get on the ship in the first place?" asked the same man.
"They weakened our shields and transported aboard."
"So what you're saying is, that if they try the same trick again, they could get aboard and this time, kill everyone on board?"
"It is a possibility but not likely."
MD: 6.0200
Mission Briefing (partway through).
Lt Meleah stood up and faced the senior staff. "I have surveyed the area and I believe that there is a way in. The transporter will leave traceable readings if not properly masked. Therefore, due to the high amount of neutrino readings emanating from the surface, if we send out a stream of neutrons when the team transports, the signal should be disguised."
"Won't the beam be too concentrated?" asked J.C.
"The amount of neutrons needed will not be large enough for the pirates to detect any difference," replied Meleah.
"What about the subspace fields?" asked Zane.
"They can be bypassed by simulating the strong winds, which will blow one of the reactors into another, effectively short-circuiting the whole lot. The wind seems strongest to the port of the Feynman, and analysis on the reactors on that side seem to have been repaired the most recently."
"Sounds good," Zane commented. 'Where will the away team land?"
"There are several cargo bays off to one side of the base. I have scanned them, and very few life-forms go near that area. That is presumably where they hide their 'goods'. The one furthest away from the complex has been chosen as the transport sight."
"And have you chosen the science officer to accompany the away team?"
"I have chosen Ens. Rau Marak."
Scene: Transporter room 2
Ens. Rau entered, dressed rather scruffily and still retaining his ear-ring. He was of a rather imposing height, over six feet tall, and had the temper to match but he always needed to be provoked first. His 'name' was to be simply Dorian, the name of a rather obscure hero in Bajoran history. And as Rau excelled in a number of Bajoran martial arts, not to mention he was a great actor, he was the logical choice for the away team. He took his place with the others on the transporter platform and waited to be beamed down.
<<SNIP>>
Place: USS TYPHOON's bridge
Looking over the Typhoon's computers, Meleah had to rewire some of the connections that had got severed or burnt during the brief fight. The first thing they needed to access was the logs of the ship, then anything else that was possible. WO1 Koullan was working next to her, trying to access the computer core but not having much luck.
After about fifteen minutes, Meleah broke through the computer's defense and noticed something interesting in the logs. "Lt," she said to Krysa who was across the other side of the bridge, "it appears that the Captain has been planning his revenge on the Feynman. His last log, dated two days ago, recounts his disapproval at a decision which meant that they didn't follow us. It does not say where or when it was to have followed the Feynman."
Krysa leaned over and read part of the file for herself. "I think the Cmdr would be interested in this. Link the computer to the Feynman and send the logs over."
"Yes, sir. Lt Meleah to Chief T'Kal, prepare to make a link between computers."
[Aye, sir] came the reply.
NRPG:
Forgot all about the press statements so I had to put one in. Also, I probably won't be on again until Monday so I made this post quite long to cover everything that had happened in the last couple of days.
Krysa - we've got the ship to ourselves (if you don't count Koreth in engineering). What fun we can have!! Poor Andy, left on the ship with only the doctor to keep him company.
Having great fun on the Typhoon,
Lt. Meleah, CSciO, USS FEYNMAN
Melanie Pocknall.
USS FEYNMAN: Catching Up
by Donna Hurley 8-2-1996
MD: 6.something
Ensign Lee quickly figured out that appropriate clothing for the pirates/raiders was basically anything with some sort of weaponry, usually visible and reported that finding at the meeting.
Scene: Lee Anna's quarters
Having decided to take on the character of a former Bajoran Raider who had found employment with a pirate Captain to be more profitable, Anna decided to find an appropriate costume for the part.
As Anna read through the ship's information about Bajoran Raider ships, she learned that there was one fashion that was prevalent among Bajoran Raiders, an old earth fashion, Jeans.
To go with the blue jeans, Anna picked out a black tee-shirt, Bajoran shoes and a belt which she could attach a phaser to. Anna changed into the costume quickly. Before adding the phaser to the belt; she made some modifications to it, to make it look like a Bajoran phaser, instead of a standard issue Star Fleet phaser.
Looking over the effect of the outfit in a mirror, Lee Anna realized that a Bajoran raider probably wouldn't wear their hair in a regulation style then she undid the braid she was wearing and combed her hair out. Then realizing that the half hour given to get into costume was almost up, she hurried off to the transporter room.
Scene: Pirate base, approaching "the Peg Leg"
> On their way, J.C. came up to their commander, whispering quietly,
> "Sir, I advise extreme caution. Keep a hand very close to your sidearm Sir.
> After what just happened, who knows what we may encounter." As if to
> emphasize Allard's point, as they approached the Peg Leg, out came two Romulans,
> definitely not in uniform.
> At first, they took no notice of the FEYNMAN 'pirates' and kept walking, until
> they caught sight of Lt. Jerran...
>
> "I see what you mean, Ensign. We shall not be as Menzi at Sunderen Island", Maril.
> Uh, yes Sir." replied J.C., still unaccustomed to the Tamarian's strange speech...
Ensign Lee put her hand on her phaser as a precaution when she noticed the rather hostile look that the two Romulans had...
NRPG:
Sorry that this is post is so short but I have come across a real life problem, and this was all I had time for.
Donna Hurley
Ray.Hurley@ifbbs.synapse.net
USS FEYNMAN: Trouble Discovered, Trouble in Waiting
by Andrew Catterick 8-5-1996
SD: 80805.1100
Scene: Bridge, USS PHOENIX.
"I think we've found something sir." The OPS officer announced, somewhat relieved. With the FEYNMAN's entrance into the 'sack the four GREY Fleet ships had taken up a standard search/surveillance pattern around the nebula. They had programmed identical courses into their navigational computers and then had spread out at equal distance. Through this method they were able to maintain the widest surveillance net possible while still staying close enough so that when the FEYNMAN did emerge they would be close enough to strike. Unfortunately, the energy and gravity wells within the sack effectively blocked communications. To partially solve this problem, each ship would drop a modified logbuoy every three hours to be retrieved, and added to, by the next ship to pass. It was a crude method to relay information but it worked.
But the link had been weakened almost six hours ago when the logbouy from the USS TYPHOON was not in its assigned location. Three hours later the next buoy was missing. This presented the small taskforce with two options. They could dedicate at least one ship to break orbit and search for the TYPHOON. Or, they could assume the TYPHOON had broke ranks on its own and for now, not worry about it. The second option seemed to be the most viable choice but it did mean they had spread the net a little thin. It was now possible for the FEYNMAN to escape from the sack unseen. It wouldn't get far before one of the three ships spotted it but it would make pursuit all the more harder. It was imperative that the FEYNMAN be captured away from the watchful eyes of Starfleet.
"What did you find Lieutenant?" Tremaine asked.
"Sensors are showing an ion trail heading directly into the sack."
"Is it the TYPHOON'S?" He asked, knowing it was. He cursed Rimmer under his breath.
"Unable to ascertain. The TYPHOON's engine mixtures are unstable at best. The result is they don't have a specific engine signature in the normal sense. It will take some time to analyze these readings. But...yes, I'd say it was the TYPHOON."
"Very well. Ensign Kryton prepare a buoy with the new information and launch when ready."
"Aye sir."
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MD:6.600
Scene: Brig, USS FEYNMAN
Zane nodded a greeting to the security officer as he entered the brig. To his left, the would be invaders were now sleeping prisoners. "Any problems?"
"None sir." The young guard replied while his companion continued entering information into his desktop. "A little grumbling earlier but they've all been sleeping pretty peacefully since."
"Which one is in charge?"
"The one in the cell by himself. The chief thought it would be a good idea to keep him away from the others...seems to be the only one with any brains at all."
"Turn off the shield."
"Aye sir."
Zane entered the relatively roomy cubical and woke the pirate with a light thump on his back. The pirate made no reaction with the exception of opening one eye and staring up at Zane. "Who are you?"
"The Captain."
The pirate slowly dragged himself into a sitting position. "I've already told your goons everything I'm going to say so your wasting your time."
"Hungry?" Zane asked with a slight smile.
"Yeah." he answered cautiously.
The Captain jerked a thumb towards the door. "Lets go." As the two left the brig he shouted over his shoulder. "We'll be in 10-Forward if you need me."
<<<NRPG>>>
Just laying some ground work for a possible future...
Respectfully,
Andy-->Quiet Day
-LT.CMDR Tarsa Rogers, Unassigned
-CMDR Zane, Commanding Officer, USS FEYNMAN
-CMDR Nigel Straun, TACFLEET Liason Officer, INDIGO FLEET
-CMDR Horatio Sinclair, Fleet Intelligence Officer, BLUE FLEET
USS FEYNMAN: Trouble Discovered, Trouble in Waiting (Cont.)
by Michael "Mike" Dailey 8-5-1996
> The pirate slowly dragged himself into a sitting position. "I've
> already told your goons everything I'm going to say so your wasting your time."
>
> "Hungry?" Zane asked with a slight smile.
>
> "Yeah." he answered cautiously.
>
> The Captain jerked a thumb towards the door. "Lets go." As the
> two left the brig he shouted over his shoulder. "We'll be in 10-Forward
> if you need me."
>
As the Captain started to lead the prisoner out of detention, PO-1 Jerry Jonas dropped his mouth open for a few seconds. He caught himself, turned to Cadet Hensley sitting beside him for the shift, "Cadet, stay here. Don't leave." He reached into small arms locker under the desk for his sidearm.
"Aye, Sir.", Hensley said to Jonas. Zane had stopped at the door, and turned to Jonas.
"Sir, as Senior Security NCO on duty in Ens. Allard's absence, I have a responsibility for your protection. I cannot let you with the prisoner, unarmed or without an escort." Suddenly remembering his place, and lack of rank, Jonas came to strict attention. "Sir, with all due respect, those are departmental standing orders. Both Mr. Allard AND MR. Maril would have me before Mast if I were to neglect this, especially after their recent, uh pirate mishaps." He was trying to be sudtle in refering to Allard getting stunned and Maril getting whapped on the head. Jerry gulped slightly, and Cadet Hensley was intensely examining the ceiling....
Submitted,
Mike Dailey
Splatter2@qtm.net
Ensign J.C. Allard SEC-TAC - USS FEYNMAN - SILVER FLEET
Lieutenant D'doj Zzawj Ckorji, MD - CMO - USS CONSTITUTION - INDIGO FLEET
******** * NRPG * ********
- SOMEBODY * has to watch your back, Andy..... <G>
Mike
