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==[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: Accountability== | |||
===by Andy Catterick=== | |||
SD: 2260.332 | |||
Scene: Captain’s Quarters | |||
“So what do you think?” Jack asked Sean after the surveillance footage ended. | |||
Merrick chuckled. “The bastards. I can’t believe Campbell got caught on something so stupid. And we’ve got him on the log hacking as well?” | |||
“Got him cold.” Jack shook his head still shocked at the whole sorry mess. He thought he’d gotten through to him, thought Corey was going to be on the team. | |||
“So what are you going to do with him?” | |||
Jack handed over the PADD. “I’m going to get him to sign this.” | |||
Sean whistled as he read it. “That will be quite an accomplishment.” | |||
“I like to give myself goals.” Jack agreed. | |||
“What do you want to do with the other idiot?” | |||
“That’s your call. I’m sure you’ll be fair but stern.” | |||
“It’s a hard line to walk.” Sean agreed with a chuckle. “I’m sure Mr. Bennis will understand the error of his ways when I finish with him.” He rubbed his chin. “I can’t really bust him any lower in rank but there are always options I like to say.” | |||
Jack stood up. “Well I’m going to go tackle mine, you have fun with yours.” | |||
Andy | |||
CAPT Jack Steele | |||
Commanding, USS HOOD NCC 1703 | |||
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==[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: Part of the Bureaucracy== | |||
===by Scott Lusby=== | |||
SD: 2260.333 | |||
Setting: Engineer's Office, 0645 shipboard | |||
Lieutenant Commander Gar Th'elenth, by this point in his career, was used to | |||
waking up and seeing orders that didn't make sense cross his desk... | |||
...but few had been this bad. | |||
"Well, that's not quite true," Gar muttered to himself. "At least THESE | |||
orders weren't likely to get anyone killed." | |||
And that was true enough, he told himself. However, he'd rarely seen any | |||
orders that were as inefficient or unnecessary, either. | |||
He decided to see if Captain Steele had any more thoughts on the matter, | |||
though he was pretty certain Jack would have said something first if there | |||
was anything to say. | |||
He punched a red button on his desk, and the comm channel opened. The | |||
none-too-happy face of Jack Steele filled his viewscreen. | |||
<<snip- from Andy's post, entitled "Orders...of a Kind," edited to fit Gar's | |||
perspective.>> | |||
[[Yes Mr. Gar?]] Steele said pleasantly, noting the sour look on the | |||
Andorian's face. | |||
"Sir, I don't understand these orders," Gar began bluntly. | |||
[[[Well that is disappointing commander because I was hoping you would be | |||
able to shed some light on them for me. I take it you haven't forwarded any | |||
reports to Starfleet Engineering outlining deficiencies with the ship?]]] | |||
Gar took the bait Steele had left dangling for him. "There are no problems | |||
with HOOD!" Calming slightly, he continued, "All our damage during the | |||
fight with the Klingons was made good before we sailed. We are fully loaded | |||
with both supplies and parts. There is no reason for this." | |||
Jack nodded. [[[Very well Commander, but you've seen the orders. Please | |||
compile a list of whatever could be addressed while we are in dry dock. | |||
Steele out.]]] | |||
The Andorian watched the channel close and shook his head. "Of all the | |||
stupid things..." | |||
Gar grabbed the tablet on his desk which began this whole mess- the one with | |||
the orders on it, and read through them one last time- this time out loud, | |||
so as to make sure he didn't miss any detail that might lend some clarity to | |||
them. | |||
"'USS HOOD to report to Starbase 10 and then proceed 24 hours later to slip | |||
A-7 in the Starbase's repair dock for repair and refit for a period of 7 | |||
days.'" | |||
The Engineer couldn't fathom it: he'd essentially been given carte blanche | |||
to do anything he wanted to HOOD- which and of itself was strange, given the | |||
stranglehold with which the beancoutners held appropriations. But then | |||
they'd gone and given him only a week's time, which was not enough time to | |||
do ANYTHING meaningful. | |||
Gar sneered as the realization dawned on him. This smacked of politics: | |||
whoever sent these orders wanted to be seen as "doing everything possible" | |||
to make sure Starfleet got everything it needed...while ensuring it would | |||
never be anything too expensive by giving them no time to do it in. | |||
However, a couple of thoughts were starting to ferment in his brain. He | |||
knew at least one other person here who was certain to be bending the | |||
Captain's ear with his needs... | |||
Gar's sneer curled at the corners of his mouth, and turned into a fairly | |||
evil-looking grin. | |||
**If the Captain wants a list of things we need, he'll get a list, all | |||
right.** | |||
He touched the comm panel again. "Please set up a meeting with Lieutenant | |||
DeSimms and Lieutenant Compass after DeSimms gets finished with the meeting | |||
I know he'll be having with the Captain," he said to his second-in-command. | |||
"We have some brainstorming to do." | |||
<<NRPG>> | |||
Just setting up the JP I am going to write with Daniel. | |||
Daniel- I'll be writing that JP up tonight. Wife is working this evening, | |||
so it'll be late. | |||
Respectfully Submitted, | |||
-- Scott Lusby | |||
/\ LCDR Gar Th'elenth | |||
Chief Engineer | |||
USS HOOD NCC-1703 | |||
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