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==[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: Day at the Office== | |||
===by Brian V. Mansur=== | |||
SD: 2261.018 | |||
Scene: New Detroit Spaceport | |||
[FLASHBACK TO JUST BEFORE SEAN AND ANDORIAN ARE STUNNED] | |||
The Andorian flushed deep blue with rage. "Do you think you will be allowed | |||
to leave here alive pink skin?" | |||
"Keep your mouth shut or I guarantee you won't be around to find ..." | |||
And suddenly Sean felt an overwhelming urge to take a nap. What felt like | |||
an hour later, he woke to a dreadful headache and his old pal Jack poking | |||
him with a hypo. Moments later they were sighting their Romulan quary | |||
across the room and cursing DeSimms for letting the Captain's commo get shot | |||
to pieces. Sean let lose an impressive stream of curses when he realized | |||
his own had been pick pocketed in the few seconds that he'd been unconscious | |||
on the spaceport floor. | |||
"We need to demote DeSimms," Sean said flatly to Jack. Between them they | |||
took out a balcony sniper, a Romulan stormtrooper, and a Klingon warrior in | |||
rapid succession. | |||
"Don't get me started," Jack replied, ducking a phaser stream. | |||
"Jack!" Sean suddenly shouted. | |||
"What?" | |||
"Somebody's made off with Sachen. They're going out the right exit." | |||
NRPG: Takes place just before "Catch and Release". Steve? You jumping in? | |||
Repectfully Submitted, | |||
Brian V. Mansur | |||
LCDR Sean Merrick | |||
FO, USS HOOD, NCC-1703 | |||
ASR: ORIGINS | |||
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