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==[ORIGINS] USS HODD: "Trouble Behind, Trouble Ahead"== | |||
===by Scott Lusby=== | |||
SD: 2261.144 | |||
MD: Between missions | |||
Setting: Chief Engineer's Office, USS HOOD | |||
<<snip- from Andy's post "Discoveries">> | |||
"Computer?" | |||
"Working." Came back the metallic voice. | |||
"Display image Steele Two Seven." | |||
"Acknowledged." The computer replied. | |||
"What do you think of that?" Jack asked as both men looked at the image | |||
that appeared. | |||
Finally Sean spoke. "It looks like a lamp my Aunt Bertha had in her | |||
parlour, with less dust." | |||
Jack chuckled. "It does have the family heirloom feel doesn't it? That | |||
gentlemen is the First Federation Ship FESARIUS." | |||
"Its frakkin ugly." Gar replied as he gave it a second, more appraising | |||
look. | |||
"I agree. It was a first contact with one of our sister ships a few months | |||
back. I just got the report this morning. Oh and it's highly classified so | |||
it doesn't leave this room. But I thought as engineers you'd both be | |||
interested." | |||
"Why?" Gar answered plainly unimpressed. | |||
"Computer superimpose an image of USS HOOD on to the image displayed. Make | |||
it to scale." | |||
"Working." | |||
Sean whistled as the image changed. "It's massive." | |||
Jack nodded. "Just short of two kilometers in diameter." | |||
"That's quite a first contact. Friendly I hope." Gar said. | |||
"Hope so. The report doesn't say too much. But what a chance for that | |||
captain and crew to make." He added wistfully. "That's why we're out | |||
here!" | |||
<<end snip>> | |||
Gar leaned back in his chair. "Why don't I know who the First Federation | |||
is?" | |||
Steele shrugged. "No one seems to; in fact, had the RUTLEDGE not run across | |||
one of their marker buoys a few days ago, we might not be going to meet them | |||
now." | |||
Merrick glanced at Steele with a raised eyebrow. "Something up?" | |||
Steele nodded. "Seems RUTLEDGE destroyed the marker buoy, and they sent | |||
FESARIUS to investigate. A short skirmish ensued, and RUTLEDGE is now being | |||
'held' by the FESARIUS- literally: they've got RUTLEDGE in a tractor beam, | |||
and she can't break free with the damage she's sustained. And so Starfleet | |||
is sending us." | |||
Gar pursed his lips. "Figures- once again, we're going in to clean up | |||
someone else's mess." | |||
"That's why we get paid the big bucks," Steele quipped. | |||
"How long until we arrive?" Merrick asked. | |||
"Two days- if Gar's engines can sustain warp 6," the Captain replied, eying | |||
the Andorian engineer out of the corner of his eye. | |||
"I'll get you there- you just worry about getting the RUTLEDGE out of | |||
trouble." Gar paused, then added, "I'll get a emergency response team | |||
together to help out, assuming you DO manage to secure RUTLEDGE's release." | |||
Merrick sighed, then, afterwards, allowed a thin smile to cross his lips. | |||
"Well, I suppose it wouldn't be Starfleet if we had any idea of what we're | |||
about to face." | |||
Steele returned the cynical grin. "Truer words were never spoken, | |||
Commander." | |||
<<NRPG>> | |||
This is the best I could come up with. Sorry if I threw in some details you | |||
hadn't been planning on...but I wanted to give us a little extra to do, make | |||
the stakes a bit higher. ;) | |||
Respectfully Submitted, | |||
-- Scott Lusby | |||
/\ LCDR Gar Th'elenth | |||
Chief Engineer | |||
USS HODD NCC-1703 | |||
Task Force 6 | |||
STAR FLEET: ORIGINS | |||
