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==[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: Don't Judge A Book By Its Cover - JP==
===by Steve Apple and Andy Catterick===
SD: 2261.043
Scene: Automated Mining Facility
<<Snip From Andy’s Post “Make Yourself Useful”
“Mary Calvaster.”  She announced suddenly as she thrust out a hand.  “Good to see you.  Good to see anyone really!”  She added with a laugh.
“You don’t entertain too often ma’am?”  Stile asked.
“Not as often as I’d like.  You must be the doctor.” She jabbed at him with her cane.
“At your service.”
“Well dig out your beads and voodoo dolls and let’s get this over with.  Don’t worry I don’t bite.”
“Well how will that be any fun.”
Mary harrumphed in answer and then pointed her cane at Jack and Gar.  “No need for you to sit their gawking this isn’t a peep show.  Why don’t you make yourself useful and start unloading my supplies.  Or where you expecting me to do it.”
“Uh no ma’am.  Where would you like them?”
“Storage room is in the back.”  She turned back to Stile and pointed at his tricorder.  “Do you need me to show you how to use that thing or are you just wasting time on purpose.”
Gar picked up a box from the pallet.  “So glad I came.”
End Snip>>
Corbett waited until the Captain and Chief Engineer were out of sight before looking up at the old crone and smiling. “Well madam if you would please direct me to a private room where you can disrobe we can complete this physical and be on our way.”
“Trying to sneak a peek at an old woman.” She said smacking his shin with her cane.
“What can I say I have a granny fetish. Also if you ever hit me with your cane again I will forget my Texas manners and strangle you with my voodoo beads, is that clear.”
“You’re a feisty one, big hat, big attitude, overcompensating for some shortcomings are we.”
Corbett pushed his hat to the back of his head and smiled. “I’ll tell you what, you show me yours and I’ll show you mine.”
The old woman blushed right up to the roots of her grey white hair. “I’ve read your file doctor and quite frankly you have the morals of an Orion brothel owner as well as his appetites. So I will politely decline.”
“Give it a while; I’m an acquired taste, as I am sure you are as well.”
The old woman looked him up and down for a moment then smiled. “Of that I don’t doubt. Now be a sport and tell me what gave me away.”
“Your make up is flawless, your voice inflection elderly, even your bioaccommodators register the heart rate and rhythm of an old woman; however, your lymphatic system and bone composition register you at about 30 - 35.”
“I’m 29 thank you very much.”
“It’s only a range darling, so no need to take offence. The boys in the lab have a lot to learn if they are going to fool a medical tricorder.”
“I’ll tell them you said that.”
“Please do and make sure to spell my name correctly when you submit your report, it’s Stile with an I not a Y. Now I believe you have a DNA sample for me.”
“This way.” She said walking across the room this time without the use of her cane. Stopping in front of the computer terminal she pulled up the sample.
Corbett looked at the sample for a moment then pushed his hat to the back of his head. “It’s a double helix configuration, but I’ve never seen base pairs line up this way. Its makeup is adenine and guanine paired through a hydrogen bond to thymine and cytosine, so I’d say it’s a human sample.”
“Very good doctor you’re brighter than you look.” She snickered.
“Looks can be very deceiving as you well know.” He replied. “What have your scientists said?”
“They agree with your assessment; however, since they have no way of analyzing the sample they sent for the nearest Starship with a fully equipped medical laboratory.”
“I see.” He said turning to face her. “If you don’t mind my asking how’d you come by this sample?”
“I’d like to know that as well.” Steele said coming back from the storage unit.
“About four days ago the station was hit with an energy dampening field that shut it down completely. As you already know the cover for this facility is an automated mining and refinery station, so that part of the operation uses a standard power supply. However, the intelligence gathering and defensive systems are tied into the core of the asteroid so it’s impossible to disable their power systems without destroying the entire asteroid.”
“Very convenient,” Corbett quipped.
“Go on,” Steele prompted ignoring the doctor.
“Standard Protocol during an assault is for the operator to relocate to a safe room buried about a mile below the rock. If anyone tries to access the safe room the turbo lift’s shaft is rigged to blow, keeping the operator secure until rescue.”
“That explains how you were able to live through the assault and how you captured the warp signature. “ Corbett said. “However, collecting a DNA sample is another matter.”
“So I take it the mining station had visitors?” Steele asked.
“Yes, well trained and well armed ones.”
“Did you get a look at them, were they Starfleet?” Steele asked his brow furrowing a bit.
“No I wish I had, but before they beamed in they sent through a flash bomb that took out the cameras in the main station.”
“No offence miss, but how the hell does that happen?” Corbett asked.
“My only conclusion is that the group who hit this station either knew exactly what it was, or took no chances as to a secondary defensive system being in place.”
“That still does not answer my question about the cameras, or how you got the sample.”
“Is he always this impatient?” She asked looking at Steele.
“Mostly, but he has a point.” Steele answered.
“The cameras automatically switch to a night vision setting when the main power system goes offline. The flash bomb…”
“Never mind I understand.”Corbett said interrupting her, waving his hand.
“You don’t know how happy that makes me.” She shot back sarcastically. “Now stop interrupting so I can finish. Standard protocol states that the agent is to stay in the safe room for 24 hours after the attack has ended before returning to the main station. When I returned I found burn marks representing two phasered bodies, my weapons system destroyed, and my store room looted. The DNA sample doctor was from a dried blood stain on the floor. I assume someone cut themselves while stealing my food.”
“Any pictures of the ship?” Steele asked.
“Only one, the ship managed to stay hidden behind the asteroid field until it warped out. The shot was of the port side of a Constitution Class vessel.”
“And its warp signature?” Steele asked.
“Here,” she said punching it up on the screen. “It doesn’t look to be federation, even though the hull design seems to be. Also look at the generation of the warp field, its barely stable. The ship would be lucky to get warp 2, at best. I’m no engineer, but given the instability of that warp signature along with the fact that they hit a refinery I’d say there dilithium crystals were severely damaged.”
“Mr. Gar.” Steele shouted to the back room. “Take a break and come look at this.”
Gar examined the information for 30 seconds before looking back to Jack.  “Captain it might help if I knew what was going on.”  He said.
Jack traded a look with Calvaster.  “Would you mind taking a look at the supplies back there.  We don’t want to leave having missed something.”
“Don’t worry captain with my hearing I’m sure I won’t hear whatever confidences you relay to your engineer.  With my memory I can guarantee I won’t remember anything.”  She smiled innocently while Jack tried to figure out why Stile thought that was funny.
“Ok.”  He began with a sigh.  “My orders are very specific that the information I’m going to tell you is not to be revealed to anyone save the doctor.  But the mission will have a greater chance of succeeding if you know what we are facing.  However while it’s my responsibility if I tell you I can’t guarantee there won’t be repercussions you will have to face.”  Gar shook his head as if to say get on with it and Jack talked for another two minutes relaying the information he and Stile had been given.  “So what do you think?”
“First I think you need to get Sean in on this.”
“I agree.”  Stile said.
Jack nodded.  “Now that I’ve seen this I’ve already decided to, but that’s it for now.  I’ll be honest I don’t agree with the orders but I’m not ready to stick my head in the noose.  As with most missions, if we are successful I’ll be able to get a pass on some transgressions and I can certainly argue that both you and Merrick as my senior officers should have been included in the initial communication.  But that’s it.  Now.”  He gestured to the viewer.  “What do you think?”
“It’s not a CONSTITUTION, not one of ours anyway.”  He began manipulating the viewer.  “Look.”  He began pointing.  “That angle is off a bit, that curve is too deep, that red is too light and finally he zoomed in on the small insignia on the port engine.  I don’t remember Starfleet having two crossed swords intersecting the warp delta insignia.”
Jack rubbed his chin taking it all in and not liking the answer. 
“So what are you saying?” Corbett asked.
“I’m saying it isn’t one of ours. Don’t get me wrong its differences are very subtle except for the crossed swords insignia. Without that I doubt anyone, anyone that is but an engineer who’s worked with them would notice the difference.”
“Could it be a Romulan construct?” Steele asked. “Did they somehow get hold of the design diagrams for one of our vessels?”
“Anything’s possible.” Gar said studying the warp signature on the screen. “But if that were the case then the warp signature should be identical to Star Fleet’s and this is definitely not. It doesn’t look to be Romulan either. If I had to hazard a guess I’d say the design was based on the old NX class, albeit much more advanced.”
Corbett frowned at the Andorian. “Then it’s not very much different than ours.”
The Andorian looked at the doctor his antenna twitching in annoyance. “Stick to medicine. Our design is a mixture of Human, and Vulcan technology. This ship’s looks to be just Human. I need to study it more closely and run some simulation tests, but when it comes right down to it, this signature looks like its basic fiber comes from Henry Archer’s design.”
“I don’t like mysteries gentlemen,” Steele said in his official voice. “So transfer the data and find me some answers. The last thing I need is the Mary Celeste here running amok in Federation space. Do I make myself clear.”
“Yes sir.” Both officers said in unison.
“Miss Calvaster, you may rejoin us.” Steele yelled back to the storage room.
A minute later the elderly woman walked back into the main room her cane clicking on the floor as she moved. “I take it everything is good?” She asked.
“I’d say everything is far from good.” Steele said squeezing the bridge of his nose. “However, if you’ll transfer the data tapes to my officers we’ll begin the investigation immediately.”
“What are your men so lazy that they can’t press the button to eject the data sticks for themselves?” She asked her voice shrill and annoyed.
“Charming woman.” Corbett said ejecting the data sticks and handing the one with the warp data to Gar.
“If your supplies are in order Miss Calvaster my men and I need to be going.”
“Yes, yes I checked to make sure you didn’t break anything and it all seems to be fine.”
“All right then. If you need us we’ll be in the area.” Steele said then turned and began walking toward the stations transporter pad.
Gar turned as well to follow the Captain. “You coming doctor?”
“I’ll be there straight away.” Corbett said then turned to Miss Calvaster. “I have to ask, why the costume and the old lady act.”
“I used to play dress up with my twin sister Ira and felt this was a golden opportunity.”
“This was a golden opportunity? Madam I think the isolation has gotten to you.”
“I don’t know, given your reputation doctor, I needed something to keep you at bay.” She said smiling.
Corbett smiled back at her then turned his head slightly to see the Captain and Chief Engineer standing at the door waiting for him. “Ah my reputation, I’ll let you in on a little secret,” he whispered. “The truth is much more interesting. Now since you like acting so much how about a show for my crewmates?”
Bending slightly he lifted her into his arms and kissed her. At first her cane came up as if to hit him then she encircled his neck with her arms and kissed him back.
“I think we can call you healthy.” Corbett said putting her down and adjusting his hat. Slowly he made his way over to his companions the look of surprise evident on their faces.
“That’s just not right.” Steele said shaking his head.
“Trust me Captain, beneath that exterior lies the passion of a 29 year old. Now let us be off.” With that Corbett headed out the door and to the transporter pad.
Respectfully Submitted,
Andy
CAPT Jack Steele
Commanding, USS HOOD NCC-1703
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