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==[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: Did We Get Them?== | |||
===by Brian V. Mansur=== | |||
SD: 2260.325 | |||
MD 6.000 | |||
Scene: Planet Surface | |||
<START SNIP: From "Betting on the Numbers"> | |||
[We're ready captain.] Hemux's calm voice cut in. [Counting down now. 10, | |||
9, 8.] | |||
Steele flipped the communicator closed. "Good luck gentlemen." | |||
<END SNIP> | |||
Steele looked up, wondering if he would see the ionization trail of the nuke | |||
spread as it dove in. And then there was light all around him. Steele shut | |||
his eyes instinctually. Then he felt his knees buckling as a final EMP wash | |||
hit his nervous system. As consciousness faded, the transporter snatched | |||
him up and wisked him heavenard on an invisible beam of pure energy. | |||
///// | |||
Scene: Shuttlecraft NIMITZ | |||
He fell dead away to the deck of the Shuttlecraft Nimitz along with the rest | |||
of the landing party survivors. | |||
It seemed like hours, but as he roused to the voice of Mother giving orders, | |||
he saw the chrono showed just a few minutes had gone by. He heard coughing, | |||
a slapping sound, and someone (Corbett?) groaning. | |||
"Damn woman, did you have to hit me so hard?" the cowboy complained. | |||
Steele stiffled a laugh. "Status." | |||
Beside him Hemux was there from the HOOD. She helped him up to a chair. | |||
"Did it work?" he asked. | |||
"I don't think so, captain. If you'll look at this panel." | |||
The display showed an expanding ball of vapor and dust rapidly lifting from | |||
... a completely intact pyramid. | |||
"Son of a bitch," Steele murmurred. | |||
NRPG: Quick one to bridge Andy's post with the group JP we've begun. | |||
Repectfully Submitted, | |||
Brian V. Mansur | |||
LCDR Sean Merrick | |||
FO, USS HOOD, NCC-1703 | |||
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