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==[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: "A Deal With the Devils?"== | |||
===by Scott Lusby=== | |||
SD: 2260.300 | |||
MD: 5.1610 | |||
Setting: Pyramid Object, Velorum IV | |||
<<snip- from Steve and Brian's JP, entitled "No Good Can Ever Come From | |||
Talking To A Zombie">> | |||
"Stile." Merrick yelled as the redshirt hit the ground. Strangely, Merrick | |||
noticed that no one was moving to help the poor man, including the doctor. | |||
"Fallback now!" he desperately ordered. | |||
<<end snip>> | |||
Lieutenant Commander Gar Th'elenth tried to follow the First Officer's | |||
orders, but was having a hard time getting his body to listen. There was a | |||
strange tingling in his antennae he had never experienced before... | |||
However, Gar also knew that the Aenar, the "other" intelligent species from | |||
Andoria, were telepathic. And that they could interbreed with Andorians. | |||
That could explain... | |||
"Commander," Gar said through clenched teeth, closing his eyes tightly, "I | |||
believe they are exerting some sort of telepathic control over us." | |||
Merrick watched the security officer twitch one last time. "Thank you, | |||
Captain Obvious," he spat, obviously struggling to move. "Any suggestions | |||
as to possible actions?" | |||
"I can think of one," he said just as the tingling in his antennae stopped. | |||
He drew his phaser, and aimed it at the undead in front of him. | |||
Merrick slapped his weapon down. "No- not like that," he said. | |||
Gar glanced at Merrick. "You heard them, Commander- the archaeologists are | |||
dead; these things are using their bodies to help them get out of here." | |||
"I'm not willing to declare war on another species overt his," the XO said, | |||
his tone rising some. | |||
"Even when they've declared was on US?" DeSimms countered. | |||
Merrick cut his hand through the air. "Enough- we're not going to do it | |||
this way unless we have no other choice," he said; his tone left no room for | |||
argument. | |||
Th'elenth grit his teeth, swallowed hard, and exhaled heavily. "What do you | |||
suggest, Commander?" | |||
Merrick turned back to the two remaining undead/archaeologists. "You may | |||
not require our permission to commandeer our bodies, but WE require it," he | |||
said simply. Then, scrambling, his mind touched on a possibility. "Is | |||
there any way we could help you find a way off this planet WITHOUT using our | |||
bodies as vessels?" | |||
Gar saw the opening he **thought** the XO was making, and he took it. "I am | |||
an engineer; perhaps I can help you fix whatever is wrong?" | |||
The two undead were silent for a moment; then, suddenly, Gar's antennae | |||
began to tingle again. | |||
"Come with us," they said. | |||
Whether they wanted to or not, the Starfleet officers went with them into | |||
the pyramid. | |||
As they moved further in towards the heart of the pyramid, Doctor Corbett | |||
leaned closer to Gar. "I just had a disturbing thought, Gar," he said. | |||
"And what would that be?" the Andorian said through gritted teeth; he found | |||
the tingling sensation most uncomfortable. | |||
"None of y'all bothered to ask them exactly WHY they were here in the first | |||
place." | |||
Gar was having trouble focusing. "And why would that matter?" | |||
Corbett grunted against the compulsion pushing him forward. "Well...did it | |||
occur to any of y'all that they might not be able to escape because they | |||
were never supposed to? As in exiled? Perhaps for crimes?" | |||
Gar began to retort, and then stopped. It made sense- especially since | |||
these beings seemed to have a certain lack of morality about them. | |||
"That's not good," the Engineer said, eyes shut so tightly that tears began | |||
to run from the corners of his eyes. | |||
<<TIMELINE>> | |||
MD 5.1610: Merrick and Gar seem to convince the undead to let them help | |||
escape the planet...but Corbett wonders if that's a good idea. | |||
<<NRPG>> | |||
All- just a short post to keep things moving. I think we need to get the | |||
Captain more coffee or something- he seems bored on the ship above us. :) | |||
Daniel- what does DeSimms make of all this? | |||
Dave- is it telepathy that they're using or something artificial mimicking | |||
it? Can we block it out somehow? Sounds like a good science problem | |||
there... | |||
Let's keep rolling, folks... | |||
Respectfully Submitted, | |||
- Scott Lusby | |||
/\ LCDR Gar Th'elenth | |||
Chief Engineer | |||
USS HOOD NCC-1703 | |||
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