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==[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: "F.U.B.A.R."==
===by [[Lusby_Scott|Lusby, Scott]]===
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SD: 2260.179
MD: 1.1627
Setting: Chief Engineer's Office, Deck O, USS HOOD
Lieutenant Commander Gar Th'elenth shook his head as he read the report on
the tablet in his hand. "FOUR teams, Lieutenant?" he asked, his antennae
twitching as he spoke.
"Yes, Commander, four teams," said Gar's assistant, Lieutenant Bywater.
Gar tossed the tablet onto the desk in his small office, and folded his arms
across his body. "And they all were 'killed' because they decided to engage
our opponents BEFORE Security had arrived?"
The younger human shook his head. "Again, that is correct, Commander."
Gar spat an Andorian curse. "I need a drink," he muttered as he collapsed
into the chair behind the small desk in front of him.
Bywater looked at him, eyebrow raised. "Excuse me, Commander, but I thought
you'd be proud that they took the initiative...I mean, you being Andorian
and all..."
Gar raised his head, and met Bywater's gaze; immediately, the human shrunk
slightly.
However, Gar allowed the corners of his lips to curl slightly. "I admire
their tenacity, John," he said, sliding the room's other chair over to him
with his foot. "And I also admire their courage; they have shown themselves
to have the heart of a warrior today."
Bywater sat in the proffered chair. "Then what gives, Gar?"
Gar now leaned forward in his chair. "Because they didn't THINK first,
John." He paused, and picked up the tablet again from the desk. "None of
the four teams 'killed' were able to complete their repairs first; as such,
the 'plasma fire' on J-deck, the ruptured phaser leads on C-deck, the hull
ruptures were never addressed. And while those things in and of themselves
were not enough to destroy HOOD, they would have cut our combat efficiency
way down, which MAY have gotten us killed if it was the real thing."
Bywater leaned forward. "And the boarding teams?" he asked. "The Klingons
don't take prisoners, Gar."
Gar nodded. "Yes- the Klingons needed to be dealt with first; they would
have- and did, to make a point- prevented us from completing our repairs."
He paused before continuing. "But what they SHOULD have done was to either
call for help or wait for the Security teams to arrive."
The Andorian paused again. "Security teams are better prepared for that
kind of thing; in fact, it's what they train for. They have body armor,
heavy phasers, extra power packs...and a professional knowledge of
small-unit tactics. Engineers- unless they happen to be Andorian- seldom
have such equipment or expertise among them," he finished, winking as he
lifted himself out of his chair.
Th'elenth walked to the door of his office. "Had any and all of those teams
waited, their repairs might have been delayed ten-fifteen minutes...but they
would have gotten done once the areas were secure. 'Efficiency' does not
always mean jumping head-long into a situation.'"
"Where are you going?" Bywater asked.
Gar nodded through the doorways. "The Captain's day cabin; he wants to go
over the drill with us, see what our thoughts are."
"And what would yours be, Gar?"
Th'elenth grinned. "That we need to coordinate some more drills with
Lieutenant DeSimms," he replied. "Either we need to learn to fight better,
or we need to learn to let Security do their job so we can do ours."
With that, he passed through the doors of his office.
"See what you can arrange with Mr. DeSimms while I'm gone, please," he added
over his shoulder, just as the doors closed again and cut him off from his
assistant.
<<tag Andy/Brian>>
<<NRPG>>
All- OK, just a little private analysis from our friendly Andorian engineer.
Andy- I think this sets up your JP idea quite well. Tag! :)
Respectfully Submitted,
-- Scott Lusby
/\ LCDR Gar Th'eleneth
Chief Engineer
USS HOOD NCC-1703
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