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==[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: Murder Most Made to Order==
===by David Kiel===
SD 2261.083
All the luck in the universe had piled itself in a vortex of fortune that shone
for a few moments on the navigators station on the TSS Hood. There was no way
he should have had a chance, the Captain should have shot him on sight. But he
hadn't, to everyone's surprise he had purposely given Zade an out.
The choice had been easy. Jake LeTamm, the security officer. The only officer
other than the four who had gone planetside with any claim to the con of the
Hood. LeTamm was a bit of a puffed up opportunist who had a somewhat inflated
image of himself. He was good with weapons, but not great; and he had little in
the way of subtlety. He was formidable in a heads up fight but it wasn't going
to come to that.
Zade was part of the Tenaran Order, the order of the Ice Cliffs, the oldest
order of assassins on Trill. Add that to the Zade symbionts knowledge of
poisons gleaned from his lifetimes in Parliament, and he was more than prepared
with how to deal with a better physical combatant. He was almost smiling as he
walked down to where LeTamm's command center.
The Security chief had been the only real choice. He had been negligent with
security of the torpedo tubes at the very moment that had cost them half their
warp capacity. As for the others, the SCI was entirely obsessed with science
of all things, and her little zoo. She was almost an ideal officer to have on
board, she wasn't a threat. The COMM officer was new, he hadn't had time to
find his place in the hierarchy yet. And the other three, the three that went
to the planet with Steele. Zade wouldn't have gotten a chance at them, the
Captain wouldn't have permitted it. It was only a suspicion, but Arctura could
read body language as well as anyone in the order. Captain Steele was
different, he was restrained and tense.
Blackjack Steele was incapable of either.
Something had happened planetside, for Arctura it was the golden opportunity.
Kill the SEC, discredit the others and return triumphant. He strode through
deck eight and into Security Control.
* * * * *
Cedria Quall closed the access panel and smirked as LeTamm staggered out of his
command center. She had saved the panel next to security central for one of the
last and she was glad she had. Arctura had swept passed just a few moments
before with his normal glare of self-involved treachery.
Normally she would give the SEC the antidote, she carried a pair of vials at all
times. She had uses for people who owed her their lives. But the power vacuum
Zade was creating in security would turn the ship into a powder keg as 215
security officers divided into armed camps vying for succession. The Captain
had clearly gone insane if he had given Zade the permission for this.
Cedria repressed a gleeful smile as the SEC's spleen exploded rupturing his
abdomen from inside—it was a quick and deliriously painful Trill poison.
Jellied intestines dripped to the floor as the man toppled and died.
Cedria locked the panel and headed for the last of the junctions. She probably
had enough of them already but there were always time for more. The next time
Hood took on her double its shield matrix would suffer a catastrophic and fiery
failure. All she had to do was figure out a way back to her own universe when
it was done.
Respectfully submitted;
David Kiel
Lt Cedria Zade,
NAV, USS HOOD NCC-1703
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==[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: Respectability Has A Price==
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