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==[ORIGINS]USS HOOD: You're a Big Hero!== | |||
===by [Cajiut_Eric|Cajiut, Eric]=== | |||
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SD 2260.169 | |||
"I'm telling you, it WASN'T me!" Chance Ventura pounded on his cell wall | |||
in frustration, "You've got the wrong guy!" | |||
"Sure, sure," the burly security officer on duty (whom Chance learned | |||
earlier was named Nek, probably for the massive column of flesh that | |||
supported his bald head) didn't even look up from his PADD as he sipped a | |||
cold cup of coffee. "It was someone ELSE who started the fight in the | |||
bar... he just looked a lot like you." | |||
Chance ran his fingers through his hair angrily. "Well, no, that was me, | |||
but the other guy was hassling some girl." | |||
The security officer didn't even look up. "You're a big hero." | |||
"You are SO messing with Starfleet protocol here, sir!" Chance tried one | |||
more time, "I'm the new helmsman for the Hood and YOU'RE going to be the | |||
one explaining to the Captain why we're still sitting in spacedock instead | |||
of being enroute to our next mission. Besides, I'm under his authority in | |||
these matters, not yours!" | |||
That actually provoked a response. Unfortunately, it wasn't a good one. | |||
"Oh really?" Nek slipped his booted feet off his desk and spun in his | |||
chair to face Chance for the first time. "How much time do you need for | |||
me to explain to you exactly how little Starfleet protocol means to mean? | |||
It didn't stop me from getting kicked out of the Academy, and it's not | |||
going to help you out here. Not one bit. So sit down, relax and if you | |||
know what's good for you, shut up and we'll talk in the morning." | |||
Respectfully, | |||
Eric Cajiut | |||
Ensign Chance Ventura | |||
HELM, USS HOOD NCC 1703 | |||
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