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==[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: Mirror Motives== | |||
===by Scott Lusby=== | |||
SD: 2261.073 | |||
MD: 2.0800 | |||
Setting: Main Engineering, O-Deck, USS HOOD | |||
Gar Th'elenth's face was barely a few centimeters from the exposed innards | |||
of the access panel, a small white whiff of smoke coming from the location | |||
his electrospanner's lead had made contact with the board. | |||
Jefferies tubes, by their very nature, were somewhat cramped; really, they | |||
were nothing more than crawlspaces located at specific junction points. | |||
Underneath all their neat plating were meters upon meters of conduit, runs, | |||
junction boxes. Some conduits carried good old-fashioned electricity to | |||
various consoles, panels, buttons and switches all over the ship; other | |||
conduits- albeit of a much heavier and hardier gauge- carried | |||
electromagnetic plasma from the warp cores to the engines. | |||
This particular Jeffries tube- F-27, to be precise- carried EM impulses to | |||
the navigational deflector emitters. | |||
Gar didn't need to use anything near the full output of the nav deflector, | |||
which made the adjustments he was making somewhat less dangerous than, say, | |||
rerouting warp plasma. All he needed to do was send a signal, one that | |||
would be received by another starship and be obeyed. | |||
The logical choice would be the command codes; with those, he could simply | |||
tell the other starship's computer what he wanted to do- like shut down the | |||
warp engines- and it would do it... | |||
Problem was that, though that other ship out there may well be the HOOD, it | |||
was **not** the SAME HOOD; it's design, much more akin to the catamaran | |||
design of the old NX-classes, more than suggested that. Which meant, | |||
logically, that the command codes for their USS HOOD would probably not work | |||
on TSS HOOD. | |||
So a more invasive type of remote access was necessary. | |||
Gar was putting the finishing touches on the last of the relays when the | |||
comm panel outside the tube chirped. | |||
[[[Steele to Engineering.]]] | |||
Gar quickly finished his last connection, then slid down the tube. | |||
A couple of steps later, he was at the panel, slapping its activation | |||
button. "Engineering, Gar here." | |||
[[[How's that little project coming?]]] | |||
Gar wiped his brow, his antennae twitching slightly. "It's coming. I was | |||
able to isolate the warp signature from that other universe starship and as | |||
I suspected it's based on the NX warp technology. It has some significant | |||
enhancements; however, since it's similar I am almost positive I can rig a | |||
remote shut down." | |||
[[[Very good Mr. Gar let me know when you're done, Steele out.]]] | |||
Gar closed down the channel. He was finished here; the programming | |||
necessary to carry out the shut-down had already been completed. | |||
"All done, Captain," he said to himself as he headed back towards his | |||
office. | |||
He could tell the Captain that in person in a few minutes, in the | |||
transporter room. | |||
/// | |||
MD: 2.0805 | |||
Setting: Mr. Abrams' Office, Mining Facility, Celes II | |||
<<snip- picking up from the end of Andy's post, entitled "Getting Down to | |||
Business">> | |||
Gar and Corbett deposited the sobbing form of Abrams on the ground- roughly. | |||
Gar's antennae twitched; he knew he had to be careful here, especially since | |||
Corbett was one of the Captain's cronies... | |||
There was time still, he knew: even if the crystals got to HOOD, he would be | |||
the one installing them. All SORTS of things could happen to the crystals | |||
then to ruin them; in fact, it was a bit tricky installing them under normal | |||
circumstances. | |||
It wouldn't take much on his part to surreptiously ruin them. | |||
Which meant there was no need to tip his hand here. | |||
As such, when Stile grabbed Abrams off the floor and shouted at him to tell | |||
him where the refined crystals were, Gar played his part to perfection. | |||
The Andorian's antennae instantly swept back at the mining colony's head | |||
administrator's silence. "Answer him!" the blue-hued engineer sneered, and | |||
put an iron fist into his midsection. Abrams, being an administrator and | |||
not a military man, was soft in the middle, and he crumpled over easily, | |||
coughing. | |||
"I...don't...have any," he said between gasps. | |||
Gar glanced at Stile, who regarded the man in silence. | |||
Gar knew this to be a bad sign for Abrams. | |||
"We won't get anything this way," Gar said, pulling a hypospray from his | |||
belt. "However, this might do the trick," he added, waving the spray in | |||
front of the administrator. "This isn't just any truth serum- this one's my | |||
own special brew, designed to cause so much pain you'll be trying to tear | |||
your veins from your body within minutes. You'll beg me for an antidote- | |||
you'll tell me all about your stashed crystals, anything I want, if I'll | |||
only give you the antidote. Which, of course, I will...but only afterwards. | |||
You'll still remember that pain." | |||
Without another word, before Gar could even say anything, the hypospray | |||
hissed as it pushed its venom into Abrams' shoulder. | |||
It was only a matter of seconds before Abrams began to scream. | |||
<<TIMELINE>> | |||
MD 2.0800- Gar puts the finishing touches on his remote program. | |||
MD 2.0805- The mirror Gar can do nothing as the mirror Corbett tortures | |||
Abrams for the location of his secret crystal stash. | |||
<<NRPG>> | |||
Just pushing this forward ever so slightly. | |||
I imagine that Abrams won't be able to tell Stile much, since, as he's from | |||
this universe, he may not have a criminal ring set up; I am guessing that is | |||
an assumption the mirror baddies are making based on their own experiences | |||
from their own universe. But I don't know- that's just guesswork by me, not | |||
my characters. :) | |||
Let's start pushing this forward, shall we? | |||
Respectfully Submitted, | |||
-- Scott Lusby | |||
/\ LCDR Gar Th'elenth | |||
Chief Engineer | |||
USS HOOD NCC-1703/TSS HOOD NCC-173 | |||
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