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==[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: Ship Boarding== | |||
===by David Kiel=== | |||
SD 2261.048 | |||
Scene: Nausican Flagship | |||
Cedria paced along the metal deckplates of the Nausican flagship, such as it | |||
was. Her boots making clickity-clank sounds as she walked from console to | |||
console. There was a sidearm on her hip and it made her nervous. Fortunately | |||
the Nausicans were trussed up with the Orions and sequestered on Hood. And | |||
there were plenty of security officers to shoot whatever might remain. | |||
She listened to the conversation about the rogue Constitution and its somewhat | |||
substandard configuration. It was hard to imagine that Starfleet had misplaced | |||
a Constitution class hull, and harder to imagine that someone else would have | |||
gone to the trouble of recreating the design independently. And still stranger | |||
that they would have been able to do so without anyone noticing. | |||
Cedria moved from console to console downloading bits and baubles of what passed | |||
for a manifest on a Nausican vessel, her boots still echoing along the deck. | |||
There was distinctly something missing, something she should have already | |||
noticed. She paused as the speculation about the counterfeit Constitution | |||
continued. Her eyes roamed the display panels of the Nausican ship. A lot of | |||
hasty and unrefined rewiring had been done to cross patch the systems back | |||
together following the pulse weapon. | |||
"Pirate ship." Cedria muttered to herself quietly, deep green eyes scanning the | |||
support beams, tracing the interior curve of the hull against what she | |||
remembered from the scans aboard the bridge when she was peeling pain with | |||
Hood's phasers. Her boot tapped the deckplate and she looked down, spotting the | |||
very thing that had been bothering her. A small hole in one of the meter square | |||
plates. | |||
Turning quickly and brushing a lock of auburn hair from her eyes she spotted the | |||
tool, leaning against what passed for an EM Suite console almost obscured by the | |||
patch paneling and jury rigged wiring. She clickety-clanked over and grabbed | |||
the four foot metal pole and walked over to the hole. She fitted the end into | |||
the deckplate and gave it a turn. It snapped into place loudly, enough that | |||
Merrick and DeSimms halted their conversation and walked over to where she was. | |||
She pulled hard at the pole and groaned as it rose an inch and then pulled her | |||
back with it as it closed again. | |||
Cedria smiled at the two officers. "Do you mind giving this a pull?" | |||
With no small effort they raised a very heavy trapdoor and grabbing a small lamp | |||
from her belt Cedria peered down in disappointment. DeSimms and Gar stepped | |||
around the now raised plate and looked down as well. "What is it?" The | |||
security officer asked. | |||
"Smugglers hold. Mostly empty." Zade dropped three meters to the floor of the | |||
small hold and turned in a circle shining her light in each direction looking | |||
for stray Nausicans. Merrick joined her, phaser in hand as they searched the | |||
hundred twenty cubic meters of darkness. They found one bolt of Tholian silk, a | |||
broken disruptor rifle and a half dozen used hoverpallets. And one dusty but | |||
well crafted two foot by three metal box. | |||
Cedria knelt by the box and ran the tricorder over it. The material was opaque | |||
to the scanner. A second scan of the locking mechanism and she was tapping in a | |||
twelve digit hexadecimal code in Nausican. With a chirping beep the lid of the | |||
popped open. Gar lifted the lid and Zade directed her lamp at a couple hundred | |||
glittering clear crystalline stones. She ran the tricorder over the contents. | |||
"Diamonds?" | |||
"Better." Cedria smiled looking at the display. "Dilithium." | |||
Cedria Zade looked around the empty chamber. "Whatever else they might have | |||
been doing, it looks like our Nausican friends just got paid. And they got paid | |||
very, very well." | |||
NRPG: Damn Daniel's fast, picking up all my tagses. | |||
Respectfully submitted; | |||
David Kiel | |||
Lt Cedria Zade, | |||
NAV, USS HOOD NCC-1703 | |||
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==[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: I Had It ALL== | ==[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: I Had It ALL== |