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==[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: The Shuttleport== | |||
===by Daniel Belin=== | |||
Scene: Galor Shuttleport, Lower Levels | |||
DeSimms strafed through the massive jumble of pipes and generators. The sterile area, lit by fluorescent lights and colored a shade of white was the high-tech part of the shuttleport that controlled landing pad systems and communications. DeSimms was looking for the access hatch to the more rusted, badly lit 'underside' of the port that contained most of the systems as well as barracks for the employees of the company that ran the shuttleport. He found the hatch unlocked near a large pipe, and opened it pointing his Disruptor Carbine down the chute. | |||
He climbed down the short ladder and landed near a generator in a messy, rusting room. Shadows of a fans blades rotating hit the generator, and suddenly a figure interrupted that shadow. A low-level supervisor walked by in a plastic jumpsuit. As the man came around the corner where DeSimms was hiding, DeSimms jumped out at him, smothering him with his mass. The man sputtered and protested for a few seconds, and then was still. DeSimms put a piece of tape over the supervisor's mouth and said, "Take me to the security chief now!" | |||
The supervisor led him down several passages, and DeSimms had to hide several times as workers walked by. He saw a set of security men walk by with some prostitutes who were loitering in the Shuttleport lobby. Another time, DeSimms saw a large hairy creature being pulled down the halls by several security men. Eventually they came to a sliding door secured with a keypad. DeSimms pushed the carbine into the supervisor's neck, and the supervisor typed the code. As the door slid open, DeSimms pushed the supervisor to the side and was met with a fat green man behind an ornate desk. DeSimms yelled, "Hands where I can see them!" | |||
The Orion complied, and put his hands into the air. He looked at DeSimms and calmly asked, "What do you want?" | |||
"Simple. Uniforms and full access to the Shuttleport," DeSimms gestured to a console near the supervisors desk, "Can that be done from this console?" | |||
"I can put you into the system, but I need your biometric data," said the Orion, moving over to the console with his hands still in the air. DeSimms responded to this by pulling out several containers of DNA from each member of the team. The Orion took it from DeSimms and plugged it into the computer, after a few chirps and beeps the computer spat out seven cards with ALL ACCESS written in several languages. | |||
The Orion walked over to a slit in the wall, but DeSimms raised his gun. The Orion responded, "You want your uniforms, right?" | |||
"Yes." | |||
The Orion gestured to the slot and said, "Well this is a replicator. I can get your uniforms from here, you know. This IS the 23rd Century." | |||
"OK then," said DeSimms, who leveled his carbine at the level of the Orion's head, "I need nine uniforms-" | |||
"Eight? But you only needed seven entries into the system!" | |||
"Do what I say or your head will be crispier than toast," DeSimms barked, "I want five engineering jumpsuits, two security jumpsuits, and a flight operations uniform. Now!" | |||
As the Orion occupied himself with the replication, DeSimms covertly slid his finger across the disruptor's control panel, lowering the power level a few notches down. The Orion turned with several uniforms over his shoulder and quipped, "Done yet?" | |||
"Almost," said DeSimms, who pointed the disruptor at the Orion's chest and depressed the trigger twice. Two balls of energy sunk into his chest and he collapsed. DeSimms turned and fired a shot into the supervisor as well. He drew the hood over his head, concealing his humanity from all observers. | |||
The last anyone at the shuttleport of the being in the hooded robe was him loading two man-sized pieces of baggage onto a hoverbike. | |||
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Daniel Belin | |||
Lt. John DeSimms | |||
Direct Action Operative (Temporary Position) | |||
USS HOOD, NCC-1703 | |||
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