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==[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: The Bridge is Where the Action is!==
===by Harry Iha===
SD: 2261.128
SCENE: Bridge
MD: ?
The bridge was a picture of studied concentration. Every station
was busy following LT Zade's instructions or supporting the Science
station, which was busily scanning the anomalous ship for signs of
the away team. Baker's fingers were flying furiously over the helm
as he tried to maneuver HOOD's enormous mass to simultaneously
match the TSS HOOD's erratic course and circle it to allow the
sensors to probe every cubic centimeter of the enemy vessel.
Although he was not assisting with the sensor scan, Tamura was
himself overwhelmed at the communications station. The board was
flooded with signals from the enemy vessel. The alternate universe
crew seemed to be panicking. From what he could piece together,
the escape pods were malfunctioning on a grand scale, and frantic
people were trying to identify where to go in order to escape the
doomed vessel. At the same time, security was relaying updates as
they continued the search for the escaped prisoners.
"Anything yet?" asked LT Zade, pacing around the captain's chair.
'Oh crap,' thought Tamura. While focusing on keeping up with all
the comm traffic, he had lost track of situational awareness and
had no idea what LT Zade had asked him to look for.
LT Hemux's immediate response saved Tamura from the embarrassment
of admitting his waywardness. "Nothing definite. Even with the
differences we've identified, our people pretty much look like
their people." Without lifting her eyes from her scanner, the
CSciO added, "And it doesn't help that they're all running around
the ship like mating Shinka Beetles."
Tamura breathed a sigh of relief then opened a private channel to
the communications center located deep in the secondary hull.
"Senior Chief, you there?" he whispered.
[Where else would I be?] ITCS Jefferson answered testily.
"I need help. I can't keep track of all these signals."
An amused chuckle answered his plea. [Don't you worry, Ensign. I
got your back. You just look for the big events and we'll take
care of the small shit for you. Just watch your display; I'll
highlight anything you need to know about.]
A ton of weight suddenly lifted from the new department head.
"Thanks, Senior. I owe you one."
[Damn right you do.]
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SCENE: Bridge
MD: ?
Four and a half minutes later, the division of labor paid off.
"Lieutenant, new signals coming in," reported Tamura. "I'm picking
up telemetry from a shuttle prepping for launch."
Zade shot up to the science station and stood impatiently next to
LT Hemux.
"Scanning now," the Denobulan announced after a few seconds.
"There they are.... Human...Human...Trill...Human...and Human.
Hmmm. Two of them are female, and no Andorians. I would guess
that is not our away team."
"Damn. Okay, keep looking." Zade returned to the command well and
forced herself into the center seat.
Tamura looked closely at the scanner readout. He had patched into
the scanner circuit in case he needed to forward the coordinates to
the transporter room. Tamura was amazed at the information Hemux
was able to gleam from the scan. The five people were apparent
enough, and one of the five was clearly different from the other
four. That was about as far as he could discern. How Hemux was
able to figure out the species and genders from the gobs of data
was beyond him.
A change in the telemetry switched his attention away from the
sensor scan. "Lieutenant, telemetry shows the shuttle is
launching."
"Very well. Helm, keep a lock on that shuttle. If it tries to go
to warp, disable its engines."
"Aye aye, Ma'am," answered an overeager Baker. He made no effort
to conceal his trigger happiness.
Something odd caught Tamura's attention. "Uh, Lieutenant. There's
a problem. The hangar doors haven't opened."
"On screen." The main viewer zoomed in towards the aft section of
TSS HOOD. The angle obscured the hangar bay doors, so they could
not verify Tamura's information.
"Should I swing back to bring the hangar bay into view?" asked
Baker.
"Hold your course, helm. Finding our people is the priority here."
"Wait," interjected Tamura. "They're opening now. The shuttle is
heading out. Hold on!"
Multiple heads turned at the comm officer's outburst. Tamura
pushed the Feinberger deeper into his ear and stared intently at
his screens. "The doors are closing. The shuttle's at full
thrusters. They're making a run for it!"
All eyes turned to the viewscreen. A moment later a tiny speck of
tumbling space ship bounced away from TSS HOOD. Tamura vocalized
the data he received. "The shuttle is intact.... Life support
steady now, on emergency power. Main power down; computer's
rebooting trying to get the inertial dampeners back on line.... No
good, they're dead in space."
A light on the comm panel interrupted the play-by-play.
"Lieutenant, thirty seconds until self-destruct."
"Hemux, you found them yet?"
"Looks like that may be them on the shuttle after all. I'm now
reading seven passengers, including an Andorian."
"Transporter room, seven to beam aboard from the shuttle."
[Stand by.]
"Twenty seconds," prompted Tamura.
[Bridge, I can't get a lock.]
"Go to wide beam. Grab them all."
There was an ominous silence. "Transporter room, did you get
them?"
[Negative, bridge. They're leaking plasma. I can't isolate them.]
Trying to beam aboard uncontained plasma was a recipe for disaster.
The plasma's high energy state usually dropped to lower states in
the nanoseconds during matter reconstitution. Those drops were
characterized by high releases of energy--high enough to crumple
two or three decks of starship into a mangled wad.
"Ten seconds."
Zade had only one option left. She quickly spun on her heels.
"Helm, tractor beam, then get us the hell out of the blast radius."
Baker, now sweating profusely, complied. The whine of the engines
filled the bridge as they were asked to simultaneously power the
tractor beam and move HOOD away from the imminent fireball.
A bright light filled the bridge as TSS HOOD mixed matter and
antimatter and flared into a mini nova. It passed in a couple of
seconds; the viewscreen showed an empty space field.
"Do we still have them?" asked Zade.
"Negative," reported Baker. "I lost them when the explosion hit."
"One moment." LT Hemux's hands danced around the scanner controls.
"One shuttle, bearing 114 mark 13. All systems are down, but I
still read seven life signs aboard."
Finally, some good news. "All right!" exclaimed Zade. "Helm
maneuver us into transporter range."
The good news was cut short by a beep on Tamura's board. "Uh,
Lieutenant. USS HALIFAX is hailing us. They're sending a command
challenge." A command challenge was a set of personal recognition
codes uniquely chosen by the captain and first officer. It was
used by Star Fleet captains to help identify personnel in the event
the officers' identifies were in question. A proper response
theoretically identified the proper person; a special improper
response indicated the person was under duress; and of course an
improper response meant the person was an imposter.
"And they're coming in with shields up and weapons hot," noted
Hemux.
NRPG:
David: I couldn't find where Hemux was, so I put her on the bridge
with us. If she's elsewhere, sorry...and that was someone else
manning the scanners.
Respectfully Submitted,
ENS Yoshi Tamura
Communications Department Head
USS HOOD NCC-1703
ITCS Sheila Jefferson
Communications Department LCPO
USS HOOD NCC-1703
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Harry I. Iha
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