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==[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: You Know What This Means Right?== | |||
===by Brian V. Mansur=== | |||
SD: 2260.263 | |||
MD: 5.0900 | |||
Scene: Bridge, USS HOOD | |||
"Standard orbit," Steele ordered as the HOOD swung in toward Velorum IV and | |||
cut out of warp. | |||
Steele felt unimpressed at the bright, brownish yellow and gray sphere on | |||
the view screen. It certainly wasn't a pretty world. Just the kind of | |||
place archeologists would love to putter around naturally. | |||
Hemux was already eagerly processing sensor data. Steele let her work for a | |||
minute before she uttered an ominous "Uh oh." At once, Steele was at the | |||
science officer's station. | |||
"Report." | |||
Hemux was visibly concerned. "I'm not picking up any signs of the | |||
archeology team from the colony site." She turned the gain on her dashboard | |||
and punched in a few filters. "Nothing. Nothing is alive down there, | |||
captain." | |||
"Communications?" | |||
Powers spoke up. "No comms traffic, sir. I'm picking up a smattering of | |||
automated beacons and telemtry from survey satellites." | |||
"What about the pyramid?" Steele pressed. | |||
"It's there. I'm picking up the dig site. No visuals due to the soupy | |||
atmosphere overhead. I think we'll have to beam down in any case because | |||
nothing at all is reading from that pyramid except hard stone." | |||
"Could the radiation from the suns be interferring with sensors?" | |||
"Don't believe so sir. Unless they have gone into the pyramid or some other | |||
underground shelter ...." she trailed off, not wishing to state the | |||
uncomfortably obvious conclusion. | |||
"Freakin ghost planet," Merrick quipped. Steele shot his first officer a | |||
smirk. | |||
"Take along the usual suspects Sean. Get us some answers." | |||
NRPG: Just a quick post to get us going again. | |||
Respectfully Submitted, | |||
Brian V. Mansur | |||
LCDR Sean Merrick | |||
FO, USS HOOD NCC-1703 | |||
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