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==[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: Orbital Chess== | |||
===by David Kiel=== | |||
SD 2261.73 | |||
MD 2.0809 | |||
TSS Hood -- Bridge | |||
Arctura Zade stared out at the alternate Hood on the viewscreen. He had a plan, | |||
a guess really but if it didn't play out he would simply drift away, quietly | |||
cloaked; nothing ventured, nothing lost. He tapped the sequence into the | |||
communications panel and let the new Ensign do his work. | |||
Steele no doubt would be livid to find out Zade had Hood's codes but there was | |||
no way really to hide them from a trained technician. Too many things in this | |||
universe were so perfectly similar. If this were one of them he might just | |||
strike a surgical blow. Glory or suffering awaited, or perhaps not. | |||
It might just be the drifting away quietly thing. | |||
"Well, what do we send." Yoshi said looking at Arctura. | |||
`Have them lower their shields. And lock the shields out on a random code | |||
matrix." | |||
Yoshi smiled and sent the command. | |||
/// | |||
USS Hood -- Bridge | |||
Cedria Zade stood next to the younger Denoblian science officer and looked over | |||
the readings. Cloaking technology had its idiosyncrasies and could be | |||
penetrated given time. In this case, however, they had no real notion of what | |||
the specific design of cloaking tech they were searching for. It wasn't going | |||
to be easy. | |||
"Thermal, infrared, ultraviolet, tachyon and nuetronic. Zero indications." | |||
ARr'Rhiana rattled off looking at her display. | |||
"Well we didn't expect it to be simple." | |||
"Would have been nice though." | |||
"Perhaps we could load a spread of photon torpedoes with flour,…" Cedria smiled | |||
and was interrupted by an angry chirping from Ensign Tamura's console. | |||
Yoshi looked at the display and looked over to the Trill. "Command codes, | |||
direct transmission, they are trying to lower our shields. They have the wrong | |||
codes though." | |||
Cedria turned to the helmsman, there was no time to lose. "Lower the shields, | |||
now. And be ready to raise them again immediately." | |||
The officers watched as the TSS Hood shimmered and appeared on the port | |||
viewscreen. Hemux switched the view to main. It was a sight to behold, the | |||
hull layout looked eighty years old but the build was modern. Four forward | |||
torpedo bays winked in unison as they opened up on the USS Hood chambered, | |||
reloaded and opened up a second time. Cedria stood bewildered for a moment. | |||
There were no torpedoes. It was as if they had forgotten to load the damn | |||
things. | |||
"Shields up, sir." The helmsman reported and Cedria blinked back to reality. | |||
"Open fire, full phasers. Load torpedoes." | |||
/// | |||
TSS Hood – torpedo room | |||
Cedria Quall pulled the last of the bodies into the Jeffries hatch and let him | |||
fall three floors to the junction. She smiled as the forward bays rotated | |||
through three empty chambers. Hood opened up with phasers but it was too late, | |||
their duplicate had raised shields and was returning fire. She ducked out | |||
through the access corridor and hurried away from the room before any more of | |||
security's goons came to investigate. | |||
She had ordered them to switch out to the high yield torpedoes. When they had | |||
emptied the chambers she shot the three of them before they could reload. Her | |||
timing had been perfect, but Arctura for all his calculating treachery was at | |||
least predictable in one way. He never let an opportunity pass. She knew he | |||
would try to take out their counterpart once he was in charge. | |||
She just regretted that she didn't have control of the shield matrix yet, she | |||
could have finished her job in one blow. | |||
/// | |||
USS Hood -- Bridge | |||
Hemux rotated through her arrays taking a full spectrum of scans, gaining all | |||
the detail she could from the other Hood as it turned away under blistering fire | |||
from the Federation ship. The alternate universes ship was clearly having power | |||
trouble. Her phasers were at seventy percent and her shields started at barely | |||
fifty and were now down to ten. There had been a reason they had tried to take | |||
the Federation ship out with torpedoes, their main power was strangely crippled. | |||
TSS Hood's shields fell and she cloaked. Cedria Zade sprinted down to the Nav | |||
console and edging her own crewman to the side laid in a six shot array of sheer | |||
guesswork. She eyeballed their trajectory and path and sent six orange beams | |||
into the empty darkness in front of them, her best guess as to where she would | |||
have turned if she were at the helm of the enemy ship. | |||
Eight kilometers out into the blackness the fourth shot struck true, the beam | |||
lanced into the aft end of the starboard nacelle, straight into it and up the | |||
length of the nacelle. Blossoms of explosions trailed up the sides of the | |||
nacelle as chamber after chamber of warp plasma shattered its casing and vented | |||
into space. | |||
For a moment TSS Hood was visible again, pitching to port and shuddering in | |||
agony. To their credit the crew of the TSS Hood knew what they were doing. They | |||
shut down the nacelle quickly, found a little bit of reserve power to feed the | |||
shields for the moments they needed to crawl back into the cloak. A pair of | |||
torpedoes just missed the main hull as she shimmered back out of view. | |||
Hemux looked over the last data she had gotten when the nacelle blew and then | |||
turned to Cedria. "We can trace the debris trail but we wont be able to keep up | |||
with them. If we gather some of the debris and transport it aboard, we might | |||
learn something about their hull construction or their plasma signature that | |||
might help find them again." | |||
Cedria watched as her third attempt to get lucky with a phaser shot burned off | |||
into the darkness. TSS Hood wouldn't be able turn back at them just at the | |||
moment. They had a ten minute or so window to get some of the nacelle remnants | |||
aboard. She nodded to Hemux and to the helm. "Do it. Ten minutes to transport | |||
debris to the hold, no more. After that the other Hood could be on either side | |||
of us and we wont be able to risk dropping one of our shields again." | |||
NRPG: First engagement. We have some debris to gather and analyze and Arctura | |||
has to figure out a way to explain all of this to mirror Steele that doesn't get | |||
him vaporized. | |||
Respectfully submitted; | |||
David Kiel | |||
Lt Cedria Zade, | |||
NAV, USS HOOD NCC-1703 | |||
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