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==[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: Why It Sucks to Be a Redshirt Lesson 1== | |||
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[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: Why It Sucks to Be a Redshirt Lesson 1 | |||
Scene: Security Holding Cell, IKS BLOOD OATH | |||
Commodore Koreth relaxed on the unpadded durasteel slab protruding from the holding cell's wall. He watched as two of his warriors rolled in a high backed chair and portable computer console. The chair featured clamps to hold arms and feet in place. At the top of the chair lay a metallic band with needles and electrodes. | |||
An old Klingon nodded to the Commodore as he entered the room. “My Lord.” | |||
Koreth looked his chief healer over. How such an old man managed to keep all the warriors on this ship battle ready was a mystery to him. Koreth trusted the old man more than anyone else alive. And that was saying something since Klingons generally hated the sight of healers. No warrior ever wanted to admit to weakness. Koreth smiled as he remembered being a boy on his Father’s cruiser and meeting the healer, who was old even then, for the first time. | |||
“Why aren’t you dead?” Koreth asked. | |||
The ancient Klingon wheezed a laugh and started to check the chair's equipment. "Because I promised your Father I’d watch over you. Now go do something heroically fatal so I can die already.” | |||
Koreth chuckled, but quickly sobered. “I must say that I am not completely satisfied with this plan, qan loD,” he said eyeing the machine. “Something about this seems dishonorable.” | |||
The wise old healer stopped his work and regarded his friend. “Honor is for warriors, not the likes of these. We do what is necessary.” | |||
Koreth mulled that over and found he had to agree with his mentor's reasoning. “Bring in the leader!” Koreth shouted into the hallway. | |||
Presently, two warriors dragged in a struggling young man. The blond haired, green eyed human male wore a red Star Fleet tunic with lieutenant’s stripes. | |||
“Strap him down.” The healer said grimly as he lifted the metal band from the top of the chair. | |||
“Your mothers will boil in your piss and roast in your crap once you all go to hell!" the redshirt cursed. "You murderous sons of bitches let me go for just five seconds and I'll rip your nuts off and shove them up your asses! | |||
The entertained warriors looked as if they wanted to take the colorful man up on his challenge, but lashed him into the seat as they were told. | |||
The healer ignored this bold ranting and grabbed the red shirt's hair, yanking his head down. “Hold him in this position for a moment!” he barked to the closest warrior. With the man’s skull in a headlock, the healer opened the metal band. Carefully, he positioned the 2 inch long needles over the man’s cerebellum. | |||
The terrified young lieutenant screamed in gasping horror and jerking agony as the healer shoved the band into place, then clasped it shut. | |||
“This device,” the healer said as he snapped the redshirted man’s head back. “Is called the mind-sifter. Or mind-ripper depending on how much force is used. With it we can record every thought, every scrap of knowledge in your brain. Of course, when we use that much force, the mind is emptied... permanently, I'm afraid.” | |||
The human went a shade whiter. “For god's sake," he pleaded. "I was just an junior operations officer at the outpost. What do you think I could possibly know that you don't already?” | |||
“I don’t care what you know.” The healer said impassionately. “I’m only interested in emptying your mind so I can refill it with want I want you to know." | |||
Scene: Command Room, IKS BLOOD OATH | |||
Koreth flipped on the view screen in his command room and was momentarily taken aback by the team that stood ready on the transporter platform. The redshirted Earthers were perfect pawns. They might succeed where all other contingencies had failed. They were human and had once been Star Fleet and so should have no problem with the onboard intruder alert system of the Earth ship. Their reprogrammed brains should hold up long enough to render terrible havoc aboard the HOOD. | |||
“My Lord!” They shouted in unison as they laid their right fists on their hearts in an almost perfectly choreographed movement. | |||
Koreth appraised the team warily. “Stand ready my warriors.” He said to them and then saluted back. “Your honors are double this day. You will be the first warriors to test our new boarding transporter. On my signal you will be beamed aboard the Earth vessel while its shields are still up. Your mission will be to destroy their shielding array and take over their weapons control." | |||
“For the Glory of the Empire!” They shouted. | |||
“May your enemies run from you in fear.” Koreth said then turned his viewer off and exited his command room. "Prepare for battle!" He shouted to his bridge crew. | |||
<NRPG>> Looks like security is going to have their hands full. Also Brian did an awesome job of making this post come alive | |||
Respectfully Submitted Jointly, | |||
Steve Apple, | |||
Stile Corbett, MD | |||
CMO, USS HOOD NCC 1703 | |||
ASR ORIGINS | |||
Brian V. Mansur | |||
LCDR Sean Merrick | |||
FO, USS HOOD NCC-1703 | |||
ASR ORIGINS | |||
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