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==[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: "Cleanup in Aisle Everywhere"== | |||
===by [[Lusby_Scott|Lusby, Scott]]=== | |||
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SD: 2260.168 | |||
MD: -5.1314 | |||
Setting: Main engineering, O-Deck, USS HOOD | |||
Lieutenant Commander Gar Th'elenth was in a decidedly POOR mood. And, as he | |||
rubbed his pale-blue head, it was not getting any better. | |||
So far, in his first few days as the Chief of Engineering, he's had two crew | |||
injured- one serious enough to put him out of commission for several weeks- | |||
and cascading failures of terminals, EPS taps and junctions all over the | |||
ship. | |||
Surely the gods must be testing him... | |||
A few good things came out of everything, however: first and most | |||
importantly, they learned that they had a top-notch doctor amongst them. | |||
Which, on a starship, was good to know. | |||
Secondly, Gar continued to muse, the cascading failure of systems and taps | |||
ended up being a simple explanation: Cory Campbell. | |||
Th'elenth had wanted to tear the sorry excuse for an officer apart for | |||
accidentally activating the ship's 'chaos system'- no small feat seeing as | |||
how the button to activate the system was under one of those ubiquitous | |||
clear plastic shields. True, not the most fool-proof of systems, but still | |||
not easy to accidentally set off. | |||
Of course, now he would make certain the system could not be set off by | |||
accident again- especially if Cory Campbell was going to continue to be | |||
working in the same area. | |||
He glanced down at the tablet in front of him: the repair schedule, and it | |||
was full. The DamCon teams were not very happy at all, but Gar managed to | |||
turn the whole matter into a combat exercise, so at least there was | |||
something productive there as well: his teams would be well-drilled in | |||
combat damage control procedures... | |||
At that moment, Th'elenth's stomach growled. Without a second thought, he | |||
dropped the tablet onto his desk, and lifted himself from his chair. He | |||
walked out of his office, and called to his assistant. "I'm at lunch- don't | |||
bother me unless the ship's about to explode." | |||
As he walked through the doors of engineering and into the corridor, there | |||
was a part of him that thought that that exact occurrence might just happen. | |||
***** | |||
MD: -5.1326 | |||
Setting: Officer's Mess, D-Deck, USS HOOD | |||
Gar walked through the doors and into the mess hall, hoping that perhaps a | |||
nice bite to eat would improve his disposition. | |||
He ordered his food; when it came out, he brought the plate up to his nose, | |||
and inhaled deeply, grinning. | |||
"And what are you grinning at today, Gar?" ARr'Rhiana Hemux asked, mimicking | |||
his won grin. | |||
"I acquired a taste for le-matya chops several years ago," he said. "Can't | |||
get'em any more, but fortunately the food replicators have them in their | |||
program." He paused, shrugging. "Not quite the same as the real thing, you | |||
understand, but an acceptable alternative- especially after the couple of | |||
days we've had." | |||
Hemux nodded. "I hear that," she said as she ordered her lunch. | |||
The two of them sat at an empty table and, in between morsels of meat, | |||
vegetables and starches, had an interesting conversation about nothing in | |||
particular. | |||
By the time lunch was over, Gar was in a decidedly better mood. | |||
<Dave? Care to add anything? Specifics of the conversation? Warp | |||
theories? :) > | |||
<<NRPG>> | |||
All- Just getting something short out before we get into our mission. :) | |||
Respectfully submitted, | |||
-- Scott Lusby | |||
/\ LCDR Gar Th'elenth | |||
Chief Engineer | |||
USS HOOD NCC-1703 | |||
ASR: ORIGINS | |||
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