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==[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: A Night of Fun== | |||
===by Daniel Belin=== | |||
Brig, Interrogation Room Number Four, 0200 hours Skeleton Shift | |||
"Mr. Campbell," said DeSimms, "I have been commissioned to do a preliminary investigation to find whether a General Court Martial is in order. I've been cracking at you for four hours and all I get are wisecracks and not even an account of what happened." | |||
"Nothing will get me off the ship or fleet. The Captain knows I am too valuable." | |||
"You are being uncooperative. So, if I find any wrongdoing, I will recommend at least that your commission be revoked or you be booted from the fleet," He gestured to the security officers, "Take him away." | |||
Suddenly, a harried looking Warrant Officer barged through the door. The first thing DeSimms noticed was the bloody gash in WO1 Garrison's uniform, "Sir! Sir! The whole ships going nuts!" | |||
"Report!" | |||
"We got Hemux stumbling around like a zombie, Gar is tearing up deck 5 with a hand phaser, we got a Bar Fight in the enlisted mess, the Skeleton replacement for the Lt. on Helm never showed up, we got a group of women looking for Corbett and I think some of em' are armed. General Unrest on all decks!" | |||
"Who's the senior officer on duty?" | |||
"You are, Sir. Everyone else is either going nutballs or sleepin'" | |||
DeSimms bulldozed past the Warrant Officer and smashed the button on the comm panel, "Bridge, go to Security Alert, Condition Baker Two. Flash the Captain!" | |||
"I already tried! I think they're asleep!" | |||
"Wake em' up!" | |||
"I tried, they're drunk asleep. Look, I have a feeling mother might let those women in. Orders?" | |||
"Put ship on automatic control," said DeSimms, "I want every guy who can safely carry a hand phaser down in Armory." | |||
<<Understood.>> | |||
DeSimms ran out of the Brig. He almost bulldozed over a group of five women carrying pipes and phasers. The ladies looked him over and asked, "Who are you." | |||
"I am Lieutenant DeSimms, the security chief. The ship is on Baker Two, where you all headed?" | |||
"To...uh...find Corbett," said the taller one in Sciences blue. | |||
"And why would you want Corbett at this hour?" | |||
"Look, we've set up triage in Storage Area 2. Get there on the double!" | |||
"Will Corbett be there?" | |||
"Probably," answered DeSimms. As they turned the corridor, he opened a channel to the armory, "Listen, set up a temporary holding area in Storage Area 2. Put guards on the door and make sure no one gets out without me or the Captain saying so. How many of you are down there." | |||
<<Sir, out of the 75 that are on Skeleton shift, 25 managed to show. Captain is still nowhere to be found.>> | |||
"Understood, I'll see if I can find him." | |||
Two minutes Later- Sickbay Office | |||
DeSimms had rang the bell. Twice. He was tired of this. He had already stunned two crewman, disarmed two Petty Officers running out of his quarters with pistols and knives, and rugby-tackled a freed Campbell. He was getting the Captain back into action, dammit! He backed up a few feet and ran at the door like a Kellatian Rhinoceros. It, like most personal and office doors on the ship, crumpled under the impact of 600+ pounds. Now the Captain stirred. He grumbled, "How long has the light been flashing." | |||
"Fifteen minutes. The whole ship's going bonkers!" | |||
"What," said Steele, now alert. | |||
"It seems everyone awake has just gone a little nuts. We got people running around screaming, and we got a whole party of angry women for Corbett." | |||
"Understood, Lieutenant! Any idea of what it might be." | |||
"Well," DeSimms said, "For some, like Hemux, it seems to be simple inebriation. For Gar, I don't know, but for everyone else, they either seem to be running around or sleeping like babies. I've got 15-25 people running chasing about 150!" | |||
"It seems like you've followed procedure on this one. I'm not sure what more I can do command-wise, but I can sure lend a helping hand!" | |||
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With all due respect, | |||
Daniel F. Belin | |||
John DeSimms | |||
U.S.S Hood | |||