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==[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: Back to the Grind==
===by Scott Lusby===
SD: 2261.031
MD: Three days after Avae escapes and one day after HOOD rendezvous with USS
KIDD
Setting: Main Engineering, O-Deck, USS HOOD
"What in the name of the eternal gods did those idiots DO in here??!" Gar
shouted, his temper finally boiling over as he scanned through the work
orders from the past few days. "Where's Compass? I'm going to KILL him!"
He'd spent the last couple of days under the care of Doctor Corbett, as a
precaution to the head injuries sustained on Arcturus. He'd thought he was
all right...but shortly after Avae had left, he'd found himself with a
brutal headache, bad enough to force him to visit Sick Bay; a short
examination from the Good Doctor revealed that he was suffering from some
post-concussion symptoms.
That was the end of his working for a couple of days.
Still, the time was productive: he had been able to study the changes the
Starbase's yard dogs had tried to do- which would eventually evolve into his
current frustration, but, initially, had simply produced confusion, as there
would seem to be no reason to mess with the ship's communications and sensor
networks.
He needed to talk to Compass- now.
"Computer- tie-in," he said, pushing a button on his desk.
[[[Working.]]]
"Location of Lieutenant Commander Mark Compass."
[[[Lieutenant Commander Compass is no longer serving on the HOOD. He was
transferred to the USS DAUNTLESS as First Officer two days ago.]]]
Gar grumbled. "Figures."
He closed the connection, and began sifting through the reports further.
Truth be told, his crew had done a good job in re-implementing the
'improvements' those idiots from the Starbase had undone over the last few
hours...and since he was being somewhat generous, he supposed Compass stood
his ground firmly enough in the end...
What was worse was that, now, he had a department full of new personnel.
He'd glanced through their files, and all seemed competent enough (they had
to be just to be considered for HOOD or one of her sister ships)...but many
were young, and that meant they still worked by the textbook.
Even his new departmental XO had taken some convincing...
****
MD: A couple of hours earlier
Setting Chief Engineer's office, Main Engineering, O-Deck, USS HOOD
"I want you to get the work crews going on fixing some of those 'repairs'
the Starbase crews carried out," he said, sliding a tablet across the table.
The Tellarite glanced at Gar skeptically- or so Gar thought, anyway; it was
hard for him to tell otherwise with a Tellarite.
"Are you sure that's wise, Commander?" Lieutenant Daroth said, grabbing the
table. "Usually, repairs are carried out on systems that are damaged in
some way."
Gar fumed as he glanced up at his new assistant.
<<NRPG>>
This ended up being too long for one post, so I split it up. Second part
coming in a few minutes.
Respectfully Submitted,
- Scott Lusby
/\ LCDR Gar Th'elenth
Chief Engineer
USS HOOD NCC-1703
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==[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: Starting Over==
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Gar felt himself growl as the doors parted behind the brash lieutenant.
Gar felt himself growl as the doors parted behind the brash lieutenant.


 
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==[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: Chatting==
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