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==[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: No Smoke, More Dreams...== | |||
===by David Martens=== | |||
SD: 2260.322 | |||
MD: after mission | |||
Scene: Corridors, USS HOOD | |||
ARr'Rhiana found herself sitting at a wall in a corridor. She blinked with her | |||
eyes as she noticed five young women rushing along, armed, with dangerously | |||
looking eyes and bright smiles asking everyone if they had seen Stile. Others | |||
where starting small fights amongst each other or just using handphasors to fire | |||
at the walls or ceilings. Heck, she even had seen a young couple that was | |||
`burning' their names with a large heart drawing around it on every door they | |||
came by. | |||
A few minutes later she lurked a last time on her pipe and inhaled the last | |||
smoke. She sighed and closed her eyes for a long moment to enjoy the feelings | |||
of her hallucinations a last time. She grinned as she thought of her vision of | |||
Sean nude in the sickbay, the idea of five woman running around to chase Stile | |||
and... | |||
Hemux opened her eyes as she suddenly realised that the noise she heard was | |||
real, not a part of a hallucination; She blinked her eyes again as she noticed | |||
the chaos around her. This was not a mushroom - dream, this was real! | |||
While she was stumbling back through the corridors, avoiding people, sometimes | |||
even using her fists to keep some people from attacking her, she tried to | |||
contact the bridge and captain at every Comm she passed by. Mostly she just got | |||
static, sometimes people singing or shouting, but no captain, no bridge. What | |||
was going on? | |||
She had to get to science or to the bridge, either of those places would be good | |||
to start to find out what was happening. | |||
<tag anyone> | |||
<<<NRPG>>> | |||
Hi All, | |||
Hey, guy, this is not fair, I am living in poor old Europe, please wait with | |||
your posts untill I am also here... | |||
On the other hand: keep posting guys, we might beat the Connie! | |||
Respectfully, | |||
David Martens | |||
Lt ARr'Rhiana Hemux | |||
CSciO , USS HOOD NCC 1703 | |||
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==[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: A Measure of Revenge== | |||
===by Scott Lusby=== | |||
SD: 2260.330 | |||
<<snip- from Brian's post, entitled "A Tender Moment">> | |||
Gar moved purposefully through the halls, senses alert for any threat. He | |||
was hungry. Very very hungry. | |||
He turned the corner and there stood ... leftovers. | |||
"Hi Sean," Gar said. | |||
"Hi Gar," Sean replied politely. "Where you headed?" | |||
"Supper. You?" | |||
"Weapons locker." | |||
The friends smiled agreeably at each other then and went on their way. | |||
<<snip- new material>> | |||
As soon as Gar rounded the corner and out of the sight of the First Officer, | |||
his grin did a one-eighty and turned to a frown. "They"- most of the senior | |||
staff- had been all over him about what he was forced to do to one of the | |||
security officers on the planet... | |||
...but Merrick had been, by far, his worst tormentor. It probably had | |||
something to do with the fact that Merrick was next on Gar's dining card, | |||
but the fact that Gar was NOT in control of his own actions at that time | |||
seemed to have been lost on him. | |||
For that matter, Gar's own pain at having been forced to do such a thing | |||
didn't seem to matter to Merrick either. He expected to receive a little | |||
stick about it, frankly...but Merrick's puns, jabs and jibes were | |||
inexhaustible. And though Gar was hardly weeping openly in the hallways as | |||
he walked, he still bore the scars of his violation... | |||
...and every time Merrick made a wisecrack, it tore them open just a little | |||
bit more. | |||
Suddenly, Gar stopped outside of the officer's mess, antennae twitching, | |||
corners of his mouth suddenly turned upwards in a decidedly devilish-looking | |||
grin. | |||
"Time for someone to pay," he said and, spinning on his heels, headed in the | |||
other direction. | |||
/// | |||
Setting: Merrick's Quarters, a few hours later the XO's somewhat | |||
embarrassing evening in Sick Bay | |||
Sean Merrick passed through the open doorway and into his room with a | |||
somewhat less-than-stable gait. He wasn't exactly "stumbling"- at least not | |||
yet- but he was at least as little worse-for-wear from his exploits in Sick | |||
Bay. | |||
After a couple of steps, his olfactory senses detected something- something | |||
that smelled frakking delicious. Which was convenient, given that he was | |||
JUST thinking about sneaking down to the officer's mess and whipping up a | |||
nice steak or something... | |||
After a couple of sharp head movements, Merrick's eyes found the source of | |||
the aroma: a covered plate at the head of the small table in his quarters, | |||
flanked by the ship's formal silverware, a glass of what appeared to be red | |||
wine, and a folded napkin. | |||
Sean smiled, though he had no idea who had arranged for such a wonderful | |||
treat as he walked over to the chair. He took a seat, and looked at his | |||
plate. Closing his eyes, he raised his head, and inhaled the aroma deeply, | |||
smiling widely as he did. | |||
After a moment, he could take no more. Merrick tucked the napkin into his | |||
neck and, lifting a fork and a knife, cut a healthy morsel from the | |||
medium-rare filet mignon on his plate and popped it into his mouth. | |||
The meat melted in his mouth. | |||
From that point, he dug in with gusto, moving from meat to baked potato to | |||
salad back to meat in an inexact, random fashion. | |||
When he was nearly done, he noticed the menu which had been slid part-way | |||
under his plate. | |||
Merrick sipped the wine as he pulled the menu out and read from the card: | |||
/// | |||
"Chez Gar" | |||
Menu for Stardate 2260.330: | |||
1. Filet of Merrick in a light butter-garlic sauce | |||
Baked Potato smothered in gravy made from Merrick-fat | |||
House Salad | |||
Picard Chianti, year 2256 | |||
(may substitute Picard Cabernet Sauvignon for wine) | |||
Also available: | |||
2. Merrick-chops Parmasan with Spaghetti | |||
Andorian Snow Peas in a butter sauce | |||
House Salad | |||
Picard Pinot Grigio, year 2258 | |||
(may substitute Picard Riesling for wine) | |||
3. Grilled Merrick-tails in a butter-lemon sauce | |||
Denobulan White Corn | |||
House Salad | |||
Picard Rose, year 2259 | |||
All meals include a 15% gratuity for the chef. | |||
We proudly serve 100% Merrick meat: "Merrick- the other, other, OTHER white | |||
meat." | |||
/// | |||
Merrick felt himself flush as he read the hand-written note scribbled at the | |||
bottom: | |||
"Sean, | |||
Hope you enjoy your meal- and don't be afraid to try the Merrick-tails; I | |||
hear they are in season!" | |||
Hugs and Kisses, | |||
Gar Th'elenth" | |||
Merrick's stomach felt slightly queasy despite his knowing that this meal | |||
was NOT really "him." | |||
He started to scoop up the last of the filet on his fork, but, after a | |||
moment, froze again. | |||
"Son of a--," he hissed, dropping the fork back onto the plate. | |||
<<NRPG>> | |||
Sean- touché. | |||
Hungrily Submitted, | |||
-- Scott Lusby | |||
/\ LCDR Gar Th'elenth | |||
Chief Engineer | |||
USS HOOD NCC-1703 | |||
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