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LCDR Sean Merrick
LCDR Sean Merrick
FO/NAV, USS HOOD NCC-1703
FO/NAV, USS HOOD NCC-1703
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==[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: Big Damn Drill - Red vs Gold!==
===by [[Belin_Daniel|Belin, Daniel]], [[Apple_Steve|Apple, Steve]], [[Mansur_Brian|Mansur, Brian]]===
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SD 2260.174
[ 24 Hours Before Mission Briefing in [ORIGINS] USS HOOD: Saddle Up! ]
Scene: Brig, USS HOOD
The door tone rang and DeSimms looked up from a pile of paperwork. Who the hell
needed him now, he wondered.
His first visitor that day had been a lovely young woman who turned out to be
his SECXO. His second, however, had been engineering's Now-Ensign Campbell.
That piece of work left him feeling less than hospitable. Still, he reflected,
the record on pretty things walking through his door did stand at 1 for 2. Not
too awful bad. So he pressed the ENTER button.
The man standing in the door wore a medical division uniform. His old-style
'cowboy' hat lent a air of boldness to his eyes. DeSimms assumed this was the
new medical officer, Dr. Stile Corbett. Swallowing his mild disappointment at
the doc not being a beautiful woman, he welcomed him in.
"What can I do for you, Doctor?"
"Lieutenant DeSimms, I prasume," Corbett drawled.
"That would be me."
"Pleased to make your acquaintance," the Doctor said with a hardy handshake.
Then he frowned and adjusted his hat. "I need your help with a matter of some
grave importance. After that mishap in engineering, I noticed that this ship is
a bit behind on its disaster response." Corbett suddenly noticed something over
DeSimms' shoulder.
"Is that a Colt Python on the wall back there?" he asked in awe.
"Why yes it is." DeSimms was tickled. He'd met precious few in Starfleet who
could appreciate a fine antique weapon. And the last person he'd expected to
notice his Python was a physician. He beamed. "It's the pride of my
collection. Matter of fact," he added with chagrin, "it is the only one that
works exactly as it's supposed to."
Corbett put his left boot on the chair next to him. The Security Chief raised
an eyebrow. “You might like this,” Corbett said, pulling up his trouser leg
and slipping his revolver from its ankle holster. Gingerly, he handed it to
DeSimms. “This sar is a .38 Colt Cobra. It has been the backup gun for every
Texas Ranger named Corbett for the last 300 years. My daddy passed it to me just
before he died.”
DeSimms took up the revolver almost reverently. “Very nice indeed doctor.”
“Thank you sar. It is one of my prized pieces. More for sentimental reasons
than anything else, of course. Though I have to say the trigger action is very
smooth. It’s nice to see someone else aboard who enjoys vintage firearms.”
DeSimms handed back the Colt. Returning to business, he said, "So tell me,
where you want to go with these drills? If we are going to do full scale
emergency drills, we should also do heavy combat and security alert scenarios as
well."
“I agree," the doctor said. "The drill needs to be shipwide. The crew needs
to know what to do with the wounded in heavy combat.
"My plan is to set up mock triage and emergency surgical areas in cargo bays 4
through 6. From there, critical patients will be transferred to main sickbay for
further surgical and medical treatment. I will have 6 trauma teams dispatched to
critical areas of the ship to deliver immediate care and transport those
patients to the cargo bays. I wanted to cover some of the logistics with you.
With security drills added to the mix, we should get our people aware of each
other's deployment plans so that they aren't running over each other.”
"I like it," DeSimms said. He moved over to his Colt Python and pulled it down
for Corbett to have a closer look. "Come to think of it, I wonder what the FO
would think about NAV and HELM playing our adversaries."
They both smiled wolfishly.
[ 6 hours AFTER the Mission Briefing in [ORIGINS] USS HOOD: Saddle Up! ]
Scene: Bridge, USS HOOD
Merrick eased himself into the captain's chair and played a finger over the
shipwide mic switch. The salutory "whooowuu" sounded through every deck and
cabin of the HOOD.
"Attention all hands," his voice echoed. He spared a quick wink at the doctor
standing by his side. The fun was about to begin. "This is the First Officer.
This is an exercise. General Quarters!"
Klaxons immediately blared and the bridge lights switched to crimson filters.
He went up to the helm station, tapped a sequence, then gripped the edge of the
station. The ship shuddered briefly.
The navigator on duty piped up. "Shields down, Commander. Damage to decks C,
D, J, and M."
"Dispatch damage control teams," he ordered. Presently, he slid back into his
chair and slapped a switch. "Merrick to transporter room. Ready with the first
wave of boarders."
[ I'm going to kick your ass, Merrick ] came Steele's mischievious reply. He
and ENS Ventura were leading the simulated Klingon attack. [ Transporting now.
]
A few moments passed.
"Intruder alert J deck, forward weapons control, sir," came Powers' cool voice
from Communications.
"Security teams to foward weapons," Merrick ordered. Aside to Corbett he added
conspiratorially, "Next time maybe we'll assault sick bay."
Corbett leaned in. "Where's tha sport in that? The medics would wipe you out
so fast that there would be nothing for anyone else to do but clean up the
mess."
Merrick smiled and waved him off. "Speaking of a mess." He hit the comm,
"ARr’Rhiana Hemux, cue your mass casualties." Then to Corbett he said, "Go
have fun doc."
NRPG (Brian): It's RED vs GOLD! Scott, you may have noticed that your damage
control teams are headed to J deck where the boarding parties are. Hope you're
with the redshirts. David, your science department casualties are also
role-playing there. Anyone can jump in on the action. Grab a phaser and set it
to stun!
Eric, you there buddy? You've got a team to lead into role-playing glory.
Andy, since the Gold shirts are pretending to be Klingons, Steele might want to
watch his back. Ventura's first duty as an officer is to assasignate him <EG>.
Respectfully Submitted Jointly by,
Daniel Belin
LT John DeSimms
SEC, USS HOOD NCC-1703
Steve Apple
LT Stile H. Corbett
MED, USS HOOD NCC-1703
Brian V. Mansur
LCDR Sean Merrick
FO, USS HOOD NCC-1703
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