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==[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: More Speed Now!== | |||
===by Andy Catterick=== | |||
SD: 2261.017 | |||
Scene: Bridge, USS HOOD | |||
“Red alert!” Compass ordered as soon as the comm channel with the captain was closed. “Helm take us in, full impulse.” | |||
“Full Impulse aye.” HOOD leapt ahead from where she had been silently drifting only moments ago. “ETA to transporter range now 8.2 minutes.” | |||
Compass concealed the frown that he felt at the reminder of the length of time it would take to travel to the planet. A direct route would be much quicker but he had reasoned that if there were cloaked ships out there a direct route may walk into an ambush if things went south. And with the captain’s call it didn’t sound like things were going to plan. Not that it was much of a surprise. It was always a balance he thought. That was probably the most essential lesson he tended to encounter when ever he commanded in a situation such as this. He tried very hard to ignore the fact that this time was the first time when the situation was real and not just an interesting training scenario. It was imperative that he got to Arcturus in time to beam the captain and senior staff out before they became overwhelmed by whatever it was they were facing. But it was vital to protect the ship and its crew. Unfortunately sometimes they were not mutually achievable goals. He hoped this would not be one of those times because he knew what the text book said the smart play was but that didn’t necessarily make it the most palatable one. | |||
“Sensor contact sir!” | |||
“Report!” He demanded. | |||
“Edge of the system commander, opposite to us. Ninety-five percent probability it’s a Klingon Bird of Prey.” | |||
“And she’s not cloaked?” | |||
“Her drive appears to be red-lined sir. She’s traveling 15% faster then documented specs.” | |||
“Whats here ETA to the planet?” | |||
There was a brief pause. “We’ll beat her by 87 seconds.” | |||
“Navigator, plot a new course. I don’t want a direct course in but I do want to get there two minutes sooner. Helm lay in the course as soon as its available.” He jabbed at the comm button on his armrest. “Engineering I need more speed now!” | |||
Respectfully, | |||
Andy | |||
CAPT Jack Steele | |||
Commanding, | |||
USS HOOD NCC 1703 | |||
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