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USS FEYNMAN: Searching
by Melanie Pocknall 9-1-1996
SD: 80901
MD: 7.1340 (possibly)
SCENE: Feynman Bridge
Meleah stepped out of the turbolift and saw Tarrant working at the engineering station. She assumed that he was trying to find Maril but the thing that puzzled Meleah was that what ship Maril was in. No-one had gotten around to informing her about the various things that had been happening while she was on the surface. Rather than bother Tarrant, who she presumed had only just been informed himself, she went over to Chief T'Kal who was running scans through the computer. Being half Vulcan, she knew that he would give a precise account of what had happened in a shorter time than most of the officers on board.
A couple of minutes later, being more informed than she had been when she had come onto the bridge, she was able to take her place at the second science station and scan for the cloaked BoP. Not an easy job under normal circumstances, it was even harder because of all the interference. Considering how long ago the Bat'leth was sent to look for them, coming back may take a long time. Either that, or they had run into trouble.
Just then, a piece of debris floated past the viewscreen. Straight away, Meleah focused scanners on it, just as Tarrant ordered the tactical officer to do so. After a couple of minutes, Meleah was able to make a judgement. "The debris appears to be from a small vessel, possibly a runabout. It is hard to tell but there is radiation emanating from it which may have been caused by disrupters. The disrupters were...." She paused to look at her readings. "Of Klingon origin."
"So we know that Cmdr Maril was down there somewhere. But where is he now?"
"That is impossible to calculate, Lt, especially as...." Meleah's voice trailed off as she realized what he meant. "Oh. It was a rhetorical question. In that case, I will attempt to find out."
Tarrant shook his head slightly, and turned back to his work.
Half an hour went by in relative silence. No trace of the BoP was found. Even if Maril hadn't engaged the cloak, it would still be difficult to sense the ship before it showed on the viewscreen. Then, almost as if Meleah had willed it, the Bat'leth decloaked.
"Incoming message from the Bird of Prey," announced PO Williams.
"On screen," said Tarrant, coming down to stand in front of the screen.
Maril's face appeared. "It seems that Lenart has come to the mountain after all."
Off-screen, Meleah face showed a puzzled expression until she figured out what he meant. Tamarian metaphors were harder to understand than human speech.
NRPG:
Well, it's a strange ending but at least we've found the BoP. Shall we get going?
BTW, I apologize for mucking up the mission dates. Sometimes they can be very hard to keep track of <G>.
Sincerely yours,
Lt. Meleah, CSciO, USS FEYNMAN.
Melanie.
USS FEYNMAN: Homeward Bound
by Andrew Catterick 9-1-1996
SD: 80901.1600
MD: 7.1500
Scene: Turbolift
Zane stood quietly in the 'lift pondering all that had happened in the past few hours, the arrival of Dee, the revelations she had confronted him with, the possibilities that could have been.... He had made the right decision, he knew that. But why did he feel the fool?
Krysa was coming along fine. He had stayed in sickbay as Glin'kharr had examined the ring and discovered its workings. In esscence it was really just a simple device and the doctor quickly developed a regime of mental training and pharmacuticals that Krysa could take so she would not be susceptible to any further 'attacks' no matter what Dee had promised. Zane was quite embarrassed with the solution Dee had provided. It seemed so obvious now that he cursed himself for making the deal so quickly. But he couldn't risk his second officer and needed her on the bridge. And, he reluctantly told himself, he couldn't allow his innermost thoughts to be relieved. He would have to keep Dee and Krysa apart until she was released on EPSILON. Krysa could never know.
"Report." He ordered as he entered the bridge. Lt. Koreth looked up from the engineering station and turned to face the captain.
"We are proceeding to the edge of the sack at 1/2 impulse eta 18:00. TYPHOON and the Bat'leth are in formation. The link to the Husnock ship has given us no problems. It is 1000m aft and under its own power."
Zane nodded. "Good. How are a the logs?"
Tarrant almost smiled, a sure sign of his excitement. "We continue to download but are quickly running out of space. The information I have examined so far is....fascinating. Captain we can't let this ship be taken by the GREY's. The information is too valuable."
"We'll do our best."
"Yes sir." The CEO replied.
"Signal TYPHOON and Bat'leth and let the officers on board FEYNMAN know that we'll have a brief meeting once we reach the perimeter. You have the bridge I'll be in my ready-room."
"Aye sir."
<<<NRPG>>>
Just a short one to keep the ball rolling. Feel free to start the meeting...Zane's idea is to have the TYPHOON pretend to still be in the hands of the GREY Fleet and exit the sack towing the FEYNMAN while the Bat'leth remains cloaked and the Husnock takes a 'wider' remote course to EPSILON. Obviously we won't be able to fool Tremaine for long but it might get us a good distance. Of course have your characters put forth their own suggestions as mine is not necessarily the one we'll use.
One problem....TYPHOON still has 200 odd prisoners aboard and we can't really just let them be killed so what do we do with them if it seems TYPHOON may be destroyed? FEYNMAN and Bat'leth can take some but not all.
Mike: Don't know how bad J.C. is so I didn't mention it either way...its up to you if your in sickbay for an extended visit or a quick fix.
Respectfully,
Andy
-Commander Zane, Commanding Officer, USS FEYNMAN
-Commodore Nigel Straun, Executive Officer, INDIGO FLEET
-Commander Horatio Sinclair, Fleet Intelligence Officer, BLUE FLEET
USS FEYNMAN: Three-Way Calling
by Jason Bostjancic 9-2-1996
SD: 80902
MD: 7:1753
Tarrant had been pouring over the Husnock logs as they came in. A majority of the information was that of star charts, but every once in a while some engineering marvel would come across and would send the CEO's mind whirling.
He already had some new ideas for upgrading the Feynman's power supply. Of course it would have to be passed by Starfleet command but it couldn't hurt to 'experiment'.
"Sir... SIR!" The AOPS was looking at him
Tarrant turned around from his station from which he had been glued. They were approaching the perimeter.
"Scan through to the outside, are there any ships out there?"
"Scanning..."
Tarrant tapped his comm badge. "Tarrant to Zane... we are approaching the perimeter."
- NRPG*
We're here. Short I know, but gotta go quicker than I thought...
Respectfully,
Jason
Lieutenant Cmdr. Tirrin Vorak - OPS/2O - USS SERAPIS
Lieutenant Tarrant L. Koreth - CEO - USS FEYNMAN
"Quoth the Raven 'Nevermore'"
USS FEYNMAN: Recovery
by Michael "Mike" Dailey 9-2-1996
SD: 80902
MD: 7.1757
SCENE: SICKBAY
J.C. looked around the sterile and busy sickbay, feeling like he had just slept for a week, but felt a slight pain and warm sensation in his upper-right chest. He moved his hand over the small scar tissue, not yet removed by one of the Doctors. As he tried to set up, one of the duty nurses came over to him.
"Hold on there, Ensign. Lie back down. You're not going anywhere", he stopped J.C. and tried to lower him back down.
"Nurse, I'm fine. I don't need to be wasting space here in sickbay. Where's the CMO? Let me talk to Dr. Glin'Khar. He'll tell you I'm O.K."
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:
short but sweet. Just like this weekend! Cheers All!
Mike
USS FEYNMAN: Options
by Kristen Gant 9-2-1996
Stardate: 80902.2259
Scene: Sickbay
MD: 7.1500
Commander Zane had left Sickbay when Glin'kharr had sat down with Krysa to plan a way to keep this from happening again. "You're going to have to work on building up you mental defenses. I'm sure you had them before your accident, it shouldn't be that hard to rebuild them." He told her. "This is a drug which can help."
"Not more drugs.." Krysa moaned. "That's what got me into this."
"That's only part of it. Besides these aren't the same type of drugs."
Krysa's gaze moved to the carbon copy sitting in Glin'kharr's office. "What about her? Is she Betazoid, too?"
"I don't think so. Though I'm sure she's from some telepathic race."
"You're going to give her a new face?"
"That was part of the Captain's bargain to gain her secret."
"I'm glad." Krysa sighed, "I don't like the idea of someone else walking around looking like me."
Dr. Glin'kharr held out the ring in his hand to her. Krysa stared at it a moment, then shook her head. "No, I don't want it back."
"I assure you it's been neutralized. It will never work like that again."
Krysa tentative took it, looking at it briefly. "Thank you, Doctor. Is there anything else you need from me now."
Glin'kharr shook his head, "Not unless you get anymore headaches."
Krysa rolled her eyes. "I promise I will never try to cure a headache with a hot fudge sundae again."
She stood and headed out of Sickbay to prepare for the holo-conference. Having been stuck in Sickbay for so long, she had a lot to catch up on. Stopping at her quarters she gently set the ring in her jewelry box. She knew she wouldn't be able to wear it again, no matter whether it was neutralized or not.
Scene: Holodeck - Holo-conference
MD: 7.1800
Krysa spoke up, "Sir, it seems to me that there is no way to ensure that any of our ships will not be destroyed. We can only try to prevent it. I think our best bet would be to move all unessential personnel to the Husnock ship."
"We don't have full control of that ship, Lt." Zane pointed out.
Krysa nodded, "I know. But we know for a fact that the batlh'etlh, the TYPHOON and the FEYNMAN are most likely to meet the Grey fleet. If we release the Husnock ship sending it straight for EPSILON, while the rest of us distract the Grey fleet, there are other starships that can intercept the Husnock ship and take charge of it's passengers.
Regards,
Lt. Krysa Jenn
NRPG: Well, it's an option :}
Kristen
--
Kristen & Scott Gant
http://homepage/interaccess.com/~sgant/scott.htm
USS FEYNMAN: Starting the Meeting
by Max Felsher 9-2-1996
SD 80902.2200*
Maril sat in the middle of the Bird of Prey's bridge. It was a comfortable chair, for Klingon Captains liked to dominate their crews from a position of power.
At any rate, Maril sat there as the ship headed for the edge of the Coalsack along with the Feynman, the Typhoon, and the Husnock ship.
After fending off the pirate base's small attack fleet, the BoP had engaged in a search for the officers who had beamed onto the planetoid, as well as Lee, Allard, and his security officer. However, the damage done in the battle hampered the effort and Maril had finally decided to head back to space so that repairs could be made.
Luckily, all of the systems had been repaired, and the new aft phaser bank and the power conduits leading to it had been strengthened. Unfortunately, they had to shut down all power to the bank when cloaked, or there would be a detectable irregularity in the cloak.
They had finally located the Feynman, and all had started towards the edge quickly, ready to convene there at 1800 hours.
MD 7.1800
Dining Hall
Maril activated the holo-emitters which allowed him to see the rest of the senior crew as well as allowing them to see him.
Holographic projections appeared before his eyes slowly and rather out of focus. Obviously, the 'Sack was interfering with the signal.
"Very well. Now that all of us are connected, if badly, we need some ideas," Zane started.
"I was thinking, sir, that the balth 'etlh could head out, cloaked, to scout the area. It would give us something of an advantage. I'd also like to observe that the Bird of Prey is probably the most powerful of our ships, excluding the Husnock ship, and also the most expendable."
"That may be true. However, in this case, we can't let it look like they're the heroes. This needs to look as natural as possible and we can not fire first."
"Perhaps the Typhoon can pretend to still be affiliated with Grey Fleet. It may give us some added time," Jerran suggested. "I've made a self-destruct bomb which we can use if they try to retake it."
"What about the prisoners?" Lt. Jenn asked.
"We may have to move some or all of the prisoners to the Feynman and batlh 'etlh," Zane observed.
"I'd like to point out, Captain, that the batlh 'etlh is just as likely to be destroyed in the battle as the Typhoon."
"Any more suggestions?" Zane asked.
The sun has met the sea,
' Lt. Commander Onta Maril,
First Officer, USS Feynman,
aka Max Felsher
NRPG: Just starting the meeting. My ideas are basically that the BoP scout the area, cloaked, then report back. It would then just follow the other ships, still cloaked, unless the Grey Fleet attacks. Remember that we don't want it to look like the Grey Fleet is the hero.
By remarkable coincidence, the channel which reruns TNG is having a "marathon" of Klingon episodes, including "A Matter of Honor"(the one where Riker gets transferred to a Klingon ship). So, I had a chance to actually see the ship as I was writing this. :)
USS FEYNMAN: Starting the Meeting (Cont.)
by Joseph Baker 9-3-1996
SD: 80903.0120
MD: 7.1800
LT Jerran Terel sat in the chair behind the desk in his ready room. Just the thought of the phrase "his ready room" was somewhat intriguing to Jerran, even though one of his first command decisions as the TYPHOON's brevet prize Captain had resulted in the destruction of another Storm class cruiser with a crew of over five hundred. Even though it was an emotionally traumatic event, his Vulcan side had not allowed him to dwell on it too long, forcing him to get immedietely back into duty. But, his Bajoran side would make it so that he would never forget what happened.
It was now approaching the time for the holonet meeting CMDR Zane had ordered, so Jerran reached over and flipped the switch on the projector on his desk, causing the other senior officers to appear in the room. The connection was bad, so that the crew seemed to flicker like a bad reading on the viewscreen.
>"Very well. Now that all of us are connected, if badly, we need some
ideas," Zane started.
>
>"I was thinking, sir, that the balth 'etlh could head out, cloaked, to
>scout the area. It would give us something of an advantage. I'd also
>like to observe that the Bird of Prey is probably the most powerful of
>our ships, excluding the Husnock ship, and also the most expendable."
>
> "That may be true. However, in this case, we can't let it look
> like they're the heroes. This needs to look as natural as possible and
we can not fire first."
>
>"Perhaps the Typhoon can pretend to still be affiliated with Grey Fleet.
>It may give us some added time," Jerran suggested. "I've made a
>self-destruct bomb which we can use if they try to retake it."
>
>"What about the prisoners?" Lt. Jenn asked.
>
>"We may have to move some or all of the prisoners to the Feynman and
batlh 'etlh," Zane observed.
>
>"I'd like to point out, Captain, that the batlh 'etlh is just as likely
to be destroyed in the battle as the Typhoon."
>
>"Any more suggestions?" Zane asked.
"Captain," Jerran said. "As for the crewmen of the TYPHOON, I would suggest that those we cannot get to the FEYNMAN we place them in the TYPHOON's lifeboats before we leave the 'Sack and eject them just prior to blowing the TYPHOON's reactor." He then smiled, glancing quickly at the surrounding ready room saying, "Hopefully, though, it won't come to that. I'm sure ADM Nicholas would rather see the TYPHOON back at EPSILON in one piece, and I plan on doing everything I can to get her there that way."
Zane smiled slightly too and said, "As expected, Lieutenant. Any other suggestions?"
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USS FEYNMAN: Meeting Suggestions
by Jason Bostjancic 9-3-1996
SD: 80903
>Zane smiled slightly too and said, "As expected, Lieutenant. Any other suggestions?"
> "Sir," announced Tarrant from the back, "there is another option."
"Lieutenant?" asked Zane, doing a 180 turn in his chair.
"We can assume that the Grey Fleet dosen't know about the Husnock ship or else that would have become their top priority."
"True" admitted the Feynman's Captain. "A prize like that would put them in better with Starfleet than finding the pirate basses at the questionable loss of the Feynman."
"Right. If we emerge from the sack *within* the Husnock ship's shields then we'd be safe for an extended amount of time. The ship's geometry gives us space for the Feynman and Typhoon near the quarter-aft. Maril could continue outside of the shields cloaked. Should the need arise he would become a surprise they hadn't counted on."
"My guess is that Admiral Dawe must have some ships, granted out of sensor range, but ready to assist in capturing the Grey fleet. That *was* our main goal."
<NRPG>
I don't know how the Admiral thought he could sneak up on the Greys, but if the Klingon's were involved then cloaking would be the best key for that. *hint*
Respectfully,
Jason
Lieutenant Cmdr. Tirrin Vorak - OPS/2O - USS SERAPIS
Lieutenant Tarrant L. Koreth - CEO - USS FEYNMAN
"Quoth the Raven 'Nevermore'"
USS FEYNMAN: Catching
by Melanie Pocknall 9-3-1996
SD: 80903.0332
MD: 7.1700
Meleah's quarters
Walking down the corridor to her room, Meleah was considering how the news conference had gone. There were not too many awkward questions although it was difficult to answer some of them because she did not yet know all of the details.
As she entered her room, a youngish ensign walked out holding a small child by one hand. "Ah, we were just coming to find you," said Jazz.
Meleah mentally reviewed why Ens Aidonis was looking after Cadence. She remembered that Crysta was working her shift now, so someone else would have been needed to babysit. Although why the xenobiologist would look after Cadence, Meleah had no idea, especially as she had observed that Jazz was not entirely comfortable around children. Remembering that, she could see why the two were coming to look for her.
"Hi, Auntie Melly," Cadence spoke up for her position.
"Hello, Cadence," Meleah replied. Addressing Jazz, she said, "Thank-you for looking after Cadence."
Jazz grinned. They had had great fun together. "My pleasure." She left down the corridor, leaving Meleah and Cadence together.
"How would you like to go out for dinner tonight?" Meleah asked, thinking this may be a good time to try out the holodeck.
"Yeah!" Cadence's enthusiasm showed that she hadn't been affected by any of the experiences she had been through in her short life. As they walked together to deck 8, Cadence chattered all the way about what had happened over the past couple of days.
On arrival at holodeck 2, Meleah entered a program she had designed about Bajor, specifically so that she could teach Cadence more about her heritage. They entered the holodeck, and had a look around before settling at a nice restaurant to eat dinner.
Just before 1800, they left the holodeck, going to deck 11 where Jazz resided. Meleah dropped off Cadence, then went back up to the holo-conference.
NRPG:
Just a brief one that's more character development than anything. I haven't got any ideas to add. Any of the ones suggested sound good.
BTW, I hope Lee Anna got back alright. With the confusion over the times, Meleah sent her to look for Maril at around 0000 but then it was decided that Anna had woken up at around 1200. So did she get back?
Sincerely yours,
Lt. Meleah, CSciO, USS FEYNMAN.
Melanie.
USS FEYNMAN: Preparations
by Andrew Catterick 9-3-1996
SD: 80903.0900
MD: 7.1800
Scene: Observation Lounge
Zane leaned back in his chair and considered what his officers had said. One thing stuck in his mind, Lt. Koreth's assertion that the GREY Fleet had to be apprehended. As long as the FEYNMAN made in back to EPSILON with the information intact they had succeeded. The GREY Fleet, unable to point to any success and unable to defend themselves against the carefully documented charges of the FEYNMAN's officers would be finished. Still they would be free and Zane could think of numerous avenues a SOLAR and AGAMEMNON class vessel could pursue once free of even the semblance of Starfleet control. Even with their deficiencies, those ships would be privateers that could strike with impunity.
But to allow others to catch them? It was the logical course of action but Zane bristled at the idea. Tremaine was their problem and they must be the ones to capture him. It was a matter of honour. *Call my ship a tin can* he thought.
"Lieutenant, you probably know more about the Husnock ship than anyone else; is there an area on board that we can safely transport all our prisoners to? I want somewhere were they will be unable to engage in any mischief and can be kept secured by a minimal number of our personnel. It also needs to be relatively well defended from attack. We can't show up to EPSILON with a bunch of dead prisoners. And if the GREY's decide they can't take her they make destroy her. I know we couldn't scratch the surface but a dedicated attack by the ARGO could do some real damage."
Tarrant considered the problem for a few moments. "Yes, near the center of the ship is a rather large auditorium. The Husnock loved to be entertained and enjoyed virtually ship-wide attendance to regularly scheduled cultural events....the place is huge. It is basically an inverted zigguraut so the TYPHOON crew could be placed at floor level and security could keep an eye on them from above."
"Excellent. Ensign Allard have your security teams coordinate with the TYPHOON and transport all prisoners there."
"Aye sir."
"If the FEYNMAN remains inside the Husnock shielding do you forsee any problems firing our weapons?"
"No sir. We know the shield frequency so a few minor adjustments to the weapons is all that it is needed."
"Good. Ok here's what we'll do. The FEYNMAN will enter into the Husnock shielding in a position that will allow the larger vessel to block it from the view of the GREY Fleet. The Typhoon will position itself in front of the Husnock ship and make a show of towing it. This should trick Tremaine and Co into approaching much closer than he normally would. Once there as close as possible TYPHOON will slip into the protective shielding and we'll pound them. We target weapons, propulsion and shields we want to disable not destroy. In the meantime Maril and the Bat'leth pop in and out of cloak and keep them off balanced."
"To keep up the ruse as long as possible I'll have to communicate with Tremaine text only. If he doesn't seem Rimmer he'll know somethings up."
"Won't they just run once they discover they've been tricked?"
"I don't think so. This is there last chance and I don't think they have the discipline to retreat."
"Any other questions? Good, make any necessary preparations I want to exit the sack at MD:8.0000"
<<<NRPG>>>
Well that's the basics please add any refinements you feel our necessary...
Almost Home!
Respectfully,
Andy
-Commander Zane, Commanding Officer, USS FEYNMAN
-Commodore Nigel Straun, Executive Officer, INDIGO FLEET
-Commander Horatio Sinclair, Fleet Intelligence Officer, BLUE FLEET
USS FEYNMAN: Here We Go!
by Kristen Gant 9-6-1996
Stardate: 80906.1233
Scene: Guest quarters
MD: 7.1830
Dee was politely escorted to guest quarters after her chat with Dr. Glin'kharr about a new face. Though she could hardly call herself a guest being escorted by two security guards at all times. She knew Zane didn't trust her, but she didn't really care. It was time to move on, and she wasn't going to do anything to jeopardize her chances to do that. She wasn't stupid and knew when enough was enough.
Just as she'd known that Tremaine would be taken down by the FEYNMAN, she knew that she had to watch her step or she'd go with him. Now she had the perfect opportunity to move on, without leaving a trail.
"This will be where you'll stay until we reach Epsilon, ma'am," said the security guard.
She moved toward him, "Why don't you come in and keep me company, you shouldn't leave your 'guests' unattended, you know."
"Sorry ma'am, that isn't in our orders."
She sighed, "No I suppose it wouldn't be." She entered the room and allowed the door to close leaving the two security guards standing by her door.
Heading into the bath room, she carefully removed the long dark locks she'd been sporting, revealing an absolutely bald head, "Now that's better," she chuckled, as she scratched her head. The wigs always made her head itch.
She quickly undressed and crawled into bed, looking forward to a quiet nights sleep while under the protection of the FEYNMAN. She was sure that here, Tremaine would not be able to get to her.
Scene: Observation Lounge
MD: 7.1845
Krysa waited until everyone had left before approaching the Captain. "Sir, I'm concerned over this bargain you seem to have made with that woman."
"I only did what needed to be done." He said quietly.
"I know," she answered, "But I don't trust her. How do you know she isn't going to try and sabotage us or something for Tremaine."
"We don't."
"Then how can you keep her here."
"I don't see that we have a choice. She came here with an offer to help you. And she did. Though if I'd known it was going to be that simple .." he looked at the woman, "Don't you get any feelings from her."
"Sure, but I'm not sure how much of that I can trust based on what she did to me." Krysa sighed, "She seems to be being honest in her desire to be free of Tremaine." Of course this fact did nothing to ease Krysa's concerns.
Scene: Bridge
MD: 8.0000
Krysa sat at Ops, glad to be back in her own comfortable spot. She wasn't sure Command would ever sit comfortably with her, though she'd never thought she'd be comfortable being anything other then a Ship's Counselor either. Life sure threw some curves.
"Sir," she reported, "we are in position within the Husnock ship's shields."
"Excellent," he said. "Maril, Jerran, FEYNMAN is in place. Let's proceed."
<Acknowledged,> came the replies from both Jerran and Maril.
NRPG: I didn't want to go to far as I'm not in command of either of
the other vessels. Thought you guys would rather have that honor :}
Kristen
--
Kristen & Scott Gant
http://homepage/interaccess.com/~sgant/scott.htm
USS FEYNMAN: Standing By
by Max Felsher 9-6-1996
SD: 80906 What had happened? Since the batlh 'etlh would probably be cloaking and decloaking frequently, a device which allowed them to power up and power down the aft phaser bank quickly had been installed. This would greatly increase its efficency if and when they entered the battle. The disrupters had also been strengthened. "Sir, the signal has been sent," the officer at Tactical reported.
"Acknowledged. Engage the cloak and leave the 'Sack."
"Aye, sir."
The Tactical officer again piped up. "There is a Solar-class ship, presumably the Phoenix, approximately 17 kilometers to our port, and an Agammemnon-class vessel, probably the Argonaut, about 250 km away."
"Very well," Maril said thoughtfully. "Place ourselves between the Argonaut and the Phoenix, but closer to the Phoenix. Keep me appraised of the situation."
The sun has met thesea,
Lt. Commander Onta Maril,
First Officer, USS Feynman,
aka Max Felsher
NRPG:
I know it's short, but I just wanted to establish the BoP there.
Well, I'm not sure what's going to happen over near the Phoenix, so I didn't write anything much happening over
there. :|
The suspense is building! ;)
USS FEYNMAN: You're Not Getting Any Golden Fleece
by Max Felsher 9-8-1996
SD: 80908
The batlh 'etlh, like the Bird of Prey herself. The silence was broken quickly. "Sir, the Typhoon is exiting the Coalsack. Also, the Argonaut is moving towards the Phoenix," the Tactical officer reported.
"Very well. Helm, set an intercept course for the Argonaut that keeps the Argonaut as far away from the Phoenix as possible. Inform me when we are within 3 kilometers of the Argonaut."
"Aye, sir. Course plotted and laid in, sir."
"Engage."
For the next few minutes, all on the ship were quiet. They could feel the confrontation coming.
"Three kilometers away, sir."
Maril nodded, and quickly ordered, "Keep up with the Argonaut, Helm. Tactical, disengage the cloak and get the shields up before the Aravian snake strikes."
"Aye, sir. Cloak has been disengaged, raising shields. The Argonaut has stopped and locked their weapons on us."
Maril turned his head to look at the tactical officer. "Have they hailed us?"
"No, sir. They seem to be just waiting for us to make a move."
Maril turned back to face the viewscreen. "Well, then ,we'll send the messenger. Hail them."
After a few seconds, the bridge of a Federation starship appeared on the screen. The Captain of the ship sharply cried, "This is the USS Argonaut. What business do you have here?"
Maril replied coolly, "I am Lieutenant Commander Onta Maril, commanding the Federation Bird of Prey batlh 'etlh. We will not fire on you if you stay here, but I can not allow you to join the Phoenix."
The Captain muttered something incomprehensible before the screen went black again. "They're firing photon torpedoes, sir."
"Brace for impact," Maril yelled as the ship shook.
"Arm disrupters and fire."
The sun has met the sea,
Lt. Commander Onta Maril,
First Officer, USS Feynman,
aka Max Felsher
USS FEYNMAN: On the Other Side
by Andrew Catterick 9-9-1996
SD: 80906.0930
MD: 8.0000
Scene: Bridge, USS PHOENIX
Tremaine sat slumped in his chair in a foul mood. This mission had been one big disaster after another. First the FEYNMAN had escaped from what seemed like a sure trap, then the defections of the TYPHOON and THUNDER, the betrayal of Dee and now sitting here staring at the sack while the FEYNMAN was probably half way to EPSILON and laughing at them.
He watched as the bridge crew around him did their best to imitate statues in hopes of not attracting his attention. He had already completely lost his temper twice on two junior officers who had made simple mistakes and no one wanted a repeat performance.
"Sir!" The CSO called out. "Something is coming out of the sack."
All eyes turned to the viewscreen in time to see TYPHOON emerge, a tractor beam still extending into the nebula.
"My God Rimmer I didn't think you had it in you." Tremaine whispered to himself before gasping in surprise as the towed vessel emerged revealing itself to be not a Federation destroyer but a Husnock battlecruiser. "Hail the TYPHOON." Tremaine demanded as he almost leaped from his chair with surprise. Already his mind was racing through the possibilities of rewards he would receive when showing up with this treasure trove of information.
"TYPHOON is not responding sir. Sensor scans show moderate damage. Communications may be out." The CSO explained.
Tremaine frowned, with the way the operation had gone so far he was not about to take any chances. "Contact the ARGONAUT and have them close."
"Sir! We're receiving a communication from the TYPHOON. Text only."
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Just a short one!
Respectfully,
Andy
-Commander Zane, Commanding Officer, USS FEYNMAN
-Commodore Nigel Straun, Executive Officer, INDIGO FLEET
-Commander Horatio Sinclair, Fleet Intelligence Officer, BLUE FLEET
