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SEC, USS HOOD NCC 1703
SEC, USS HOOD NCC 1703
STARFLEET: ORIGINS
===[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: Talosians are Just Yankees in Disguise ==
===by Steve Apple===
SD 2261.179
MD 2.2100
Scene: Prison Cell
Corbett paced the floor of his cell for the thousandth time. Each time he looked up there was the face of Jack Steele still locked in position facing Zade. “Any change Jack, has she at least moved any at all.”
“Nothing Stile, she hasn’t moved an inch in hours; however I think I see her breathing. I don’t know maybe it’s just wishful thinking.”
“The Trill’s a tough…” Corbett’s words were cut off as the Plexiglas force field front of the cell went black. “I was in the middle of a sentence you rude bastards.” He shouted to the ceiling. “Jails probably run by a bunch of Yankees with no manners.” He mumbled to himself as he paced the cell for the thousandth and one time.
He knew it was pointless the black would turn clear only when his jailors wanted it to, for whatever reason they wanted everyone to be aware that they were together in this prison. He wasn’t sure if it was to keep them docile or to show that the jailers had ultimate control. He couldn’t stomach fiddling with the cell front again at least not for a few hours. It had been a hopeless endeavor; each time was a failure and sapped a bit more of his resolve.
Sitting back on the bench he closed his eyes and began a rhythmic cycle of breathing as he started to meditate. As he concentrated on his breathing he let his mind clear of all thoughts. He concentrated on relaxing every muscle in his body starting at his toes and working his way up. His body reaching total relaxation he let his mind drift.
“This specimen is quite interesting. He shows great moral ambivalence, especially with his species females.” An androgynous voice said.
Corbett could hear them quite clearly; he was startled at first, but immediately relaxed to see if he could hear more.
“Yes, he is different from the others. Even now he is listening in on our conversation.” A second indifferent voice said.
“Since you know I’m listening then I have to say I take great offense to your moral ambivalence comment.” Corbett said out loud.
“He seemed to have promise, I thought he would have had more intelligence, but his lack of understanding that we are communicating telepathically shows a shockingly primitive mind.”
“You’re definitely Yankees, I can tell since you lack the proper manners of a truly evolved being.” He thought back.
“He is adaptable; however what is a Yankee.”
“Why don’t you come into my cell and I’ll tell you all about the horrid creatures.”
“This one doesn’t use violence as his primary tool.” A new female sounding voice offered. “He uses guile instead, quite interesting this species.”
“You don’t know the half of it darlin. However, since you seem to be an evolved race I would suspect you have ascertained I am a healer.”
“The specimen will now boast about his abilities.” The first androgynous voice intoned.
“A Texan does not boast sar we merely state the obvious facts. I am gifted that’s true, but I hardly need to tell a mind reader that.”
“The specimen is quite adept at deflection I see.” A new male voice projected. “He let us know he was a healer in hopes we would let him look at his female companion.”
“Did you come up with that one on your own Zippy.” Corbett shot back. “Of course I’d like to make sure she’s not hurt.”
“So be it.” The androgynous voice echoed loudly in his head.
Corbett immediately felt like he was falling and landed with a start. He jumped up from the bench he was sitting on and immediately saw he was not in his cell, but in Zade’s.
She was face down on the floor. His scanner was out and running over her in less than a second. He saw that her vitals were stable, but that her brain patterns were in a deep theta wave frequency. He thought about checking on the symbiont and immediately Cedria rolled onto her back, still unconscious. The symbiont seemed stable; Corbett wasn’t a hundred percent sure. The only thing his scanner could assure him of was that the biochemical connections between them seemed intact.
“Well at least when the black front turns clear I can assure Jack that you’re physically stable.” He said to her unconscious form and instinctively patted her shoulder.
The bright flash of light was blinding and forced Corbett to cover his eyes for a moment.
“I never thought I’d say I’m happy to see you.” A familiar voice said.
Corbett turned toward the voice with a start and saw Zade standing in front of him taking handfuls of water out of a pail and splashing her face. “Any idea where we’re at?” She asked.
Corbett scanned the area and immediately saw the columns and triangular pitched roof all carved in stone. It was a sight he had seen almost every day of his youth. The rough stone walls were farther out and the height of the walls was at least three feet higher than he remembered.
“Yeah we’re at the Alamo.” He said when he heard the trumpets and Spanish battle cries. “And I’d say Santa Anna is about ready to attack.”
Respectfully Submitted
Steve Apple
Stile Corbett, MD
CMO, USS HOOD NCC-1703
ASR ORIGINS
==USS HOOD: waking up can hurt also==
===by David Martins===
SD 2961.0100
MD 2.1530
Scene: USS HOOD: BRIDGE
Arr'Rhiana slapped Merrick on his cheek, maybe a bit harder then really
necessary, but since she was no doctor, she didn't take a change... "Get awake,
commander! I think we are safe now."
"What happened ... Where are we?" Merrick asked, rubbing his cheek and
temples.
"You gave the order to leave the system and go to warp, as soon as we started to
move you felt down screaming in agony. You tried to break of the warp jump but
I was able to stop you, then you lost consciousness and when we dropped out of
warp I was able to get you back awake."
Sean grabbed Hemux' hand and stood up. He got back into the captains chairs and
nodded to her "Thanks, ...I guess..." He blinked his eyes as he noticed the crew
was slowly getting awayke and back to their normal behaviour again. "So what's
our status ?"
Hemux got back to her science station and did some scans and readings "We are
2.6 lightyears from our last position, all systems are back to normal." She
lifted her head with a very big grin "and guess what? We have the RUTLEDGE back
on our scanners."
Merrick nodded once "Status of the RUTLEDGE?"
No changes since we arrived, Sir. Lifesigns show the normal number of
crewmembers on board, all systems are operational, but she is not responding t
any of our hails or attempts to communicate."
With a rather desperate look on her face she sighed "And before you ask: no,
there is no sign of the captain or the rest of our away team."
<<<NRPG>>>
Well, you asked for the slapping. So don't complain to me now...
Respectfully,
David Martens
Lt ARr'Rhiana Hemux
CSciO, Sovereignty Fleet
USS HOOD NCC 1703
ASR ORIGINS
==[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: No Answers==
===by Andy Catterick===
SD: 2261.179
Scene: Frozen Wasteland
Lieutenant Commander Rick Payne gasped in shock and involuntary response to the bitter cold that swirled around him.  His mind fought to keep up with this new reality and he realized he had been transported away from the cell he had been placed in.  He did a quick three hundred and sixty degree spin to see if any of his crewmates had been transported with him.  It didn’t appear so but the swirling snow severely hampered his view.
His body began to shiver from the extreme temperature and he realized that even with the thermal properties of his uniform he would not survive long without shelter.  He flipped open his communicator and shouted in to it.  “Payne to Captain Steele.  Payne to any landing party member.  Payne to HOOD.  Is there anyone on this channel?”  He was not surprised at the lack of response and he swore as he enabled the communicator’s auto-emergency beacon before placing it back on his belt.  Drawing his phaser he began to move forward hoping that he would find shelter.
As he trudged through the knee deep snow he considered his situation.  He and the rest of the Landing Party had been kidnapped for purposes unknown.  It had been deliberate given they had been lured to the RUTLEDGE and he wondered if it was just the Landing Party that had been abducted or more of the HOOD crew.  The question was why.  They had been placed in cells and received no sort of communication from their captors but been allowed to communicate with each other to some degree.  The fact that they had been ignored for so long had ominous repercussions.  On the other hand just because they hadn’t communicated doesn’t mean they hadn’t been monitoring the HOOD officers.  But if that was the case what was the purpose?  As an initial method of examining them?  Wouldn’t it have been easier to just make direct contact?  With what he had read of the ENTERPRISE’s first contact with the FESAURIUS there was evidence of initial subterfuge but that quickly turned to an open dialogue.  Could they be trying at subterfuge again?  Testing Starfleet’s response to different stimuli?  Was that why he has been brought here, to see his reaction to such dire circumstances?  And what type of reaction, psychological or physical ones?  Did they want to see how much he could endure before he died?
He wasn’t sure if he sensed the animal or heard its growl first but suddenly a large dark shape came thundering towards him through the blizzard.
He raised his phaser and fired.
Respectfully,
Andy
LCDR Rick Payne
SEC, USS HOOD NCC 1703
STARFLEET: ORIGINS
===[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: Big Brothers Are Everything==
===by Harry Iha
SD: 2261.180
SCENE: Talosian Stronghold
"We have failed. The alien ship has moved out of range of our
control."
"There will be others. And we have several of their specimens."
"Perhaps we still have an opportunity. Behold." The Overseer
shared the image of HOOD dropping out of warp. "It is quite
distant, but perhaps within reach. All, concentrate and find the
meekest spirit. It will also be the weakest mind, the easiest for
us to control."
=========================
SCENE: Tamura's Quarters
Tamura shook his head. He had just had the most vivid dream. Back
in San Francisco with his family, the sights, the sounds, the
smells, all seemed real. But of course, it was a dream--he was in
deep space, finally getting some rest after a 12 hour shift on the
bridge which had followed four hours in his office trying to keep
the sea of paperwork from drowning him.
The comm officer felt drained, and he was covered in perspiration.
He pulled himself out of his bunk and stumbled over to the head to
wash his face. Through cloudy eyes, he snapped on the light,
turned on the faucet, and splashed. Better.
Until a wave of light-headedness hit him. Yoshi closed his eyes
for a few seconds to allow the dizziness to pass. When he opened
his eyes, they were suddenly clear, and for the first time he
realized he was not in his cabin aboard HOOD. He was at the water
fountain in Golden Gate Park.
A hard slap on the shoulder almost knocked him down. "Come on,
Yosh," yelled his brother Thomas. "Get your game on. The pride of
Lowell rests on your shoulders." Yoshi automatically followed his
brother onto the playing field. His brother's comments became
somewhat clearer as Yoshi saw 13 other familiar faces all dressed
in his high school's colors of cardinal red and white. Across the
pitch were another 15 dressed in the orange and blue of rival
Balboa High.
But this was a dream! Yoshi could not be here. He grabbed Thomas
and spun him around. "How did I get here? What am I doing here?"
Thomas, as he had throughout both their lifetimes, slapped Yoshi's
forehead with the palm of his hand. "Man, Yosh, Star Fleet gave
you leave just in time if you can't remember. The grudge match?
Against Balboa?" Thomas suddenly frowned. "You're not trying to
back out on us, are you? You slimy shit...."
Yoshi threw up his hands. "Whoa. I'm not backing out." He was
still unclear when his leave had started or when he had arrived
back on Earth, but one thing was clear--he never crossed Thomas.
"It's just...."
"Just what?" Thomas asked suspiciously.
Yoshi looked at the unfamiliar uniforms and the strange looking
balls the players were tossing back and forth. "I don't know how
to play...."
Thomas gave his brother another pop in the forehead. "Rugby, dolt.
Look, I've explained it a hundred times already. Just run ahead
and knock down as many of them as you can. If he's got the ball,
tackle him. We'll do the rest."
The younger brother looked skeptical. He looked at the big, burly
men from Balboa. Yoshi was not exactly skin and bones, but the
smallest had to have at least 50 pounds on him. "Come on,"
prompted Thomas, and pulled his little brother into the Lowell
huddle.
"Let's kick some Balboa ass, gentlemen," instructed the team
captain. "On three. One... two... three... LOWELL!"
The two teams spread out for the opening kick. Thomas grinned at
Yoshi. "Just follow my lead and knock them down."
Yoshi nodded. [I can do that,] he decided. The bigger they are,
the harder they fall, after all.
The Balboa kicker booted a high, short opener, and immediately 220
pounds of high school rival charged Yoshi, knocking him to the
turf. "Get up!" yelled Thomas. "Knock 'em down!"
Still dazed from being tackled, Yoshi automatically followed his
brother's instructions, jumped to his feet, and rushed towards the
nearest orange and blue target. He was determined not to
disappoint Thomas.
==============
SCENE: Bridge
The hatch to the bridge flew open and a blur dashed in. Tamura
made a beeline for Wheeler and body slammed the helmsman to the
ground. Before anyone could react, IT1 "Sunshine" Backner found
himself flying out of his seat at the comm console. Two other
crewmen likewise met the same fate as they were on the receiving
end of the basic physics equations Force = 1/2 mv squared--and
Tamura's velocity was unexpectedly bullet-quick.
========================
SCENE: Golden Gate Park
"One more, Yosh!"
Yoshi dialed in on the nearest Balboa player. He was getting
tired, as the other team was starting to catch up with him and try
to knock him down. They had almost succeeded, had it not been for
a little burst of reserve energy he had found deep within. That
just gave him a little more determination when he launched himself
at the last back.
==============
SCENE: Bridge
First Officer Sean Merrick could not believe his eyes. Mild-
mannered ENS Tamura had charged onto the bridge, tackling everyone
in sight. He thought he and Hemux had finally subdued the wayward
comm officer, when, with a sudden burst of energy, the ensign had
slipped free and body-slammed the CSciO. That left the two of
them. Normally, Merrick would have been confident that his self-
defense training and 50 pound advantage over his berserk opponent
would have been more than sufficient, but watching Tamura lay out
five other crew members made the upcoming showdown an even bet.
Like a bull spotting the cape of the bullfighter, Tamura charged.
Merrick prepared to sidestep and use Tamura's momentum to throw him
aside. But at the last second, Tamura changed course, heading
straight for Merrick's weak side. The movement had been lightning
fast, and Merrick was unable to shift his weight fast enough to
counter the incoming projectile. Instead of the carefully planned
side-step and throw, Tamura plunged head-first into the first
officer. Merrick felt his feet lift off the ground and his head
gaining some air. The last thing he remembered was thinking, [This
is going to hurt.]
========================
SCENE: Golden Gate Park
"Pick up the ball! Center it!" yelled Thomas at the top of his
lungs, encouraging his little brother who had just tackled the ball
carrier.
Like the good little brother he was, Yoshi followed Thomas'
directions by scooping up the ball. Although he did not know how
to center it, he ran on, knowing that Thomas would give him any
instructions he needed.
==============
SCENE: Bridge
After tackling the FO, Tamura wasted no time. He jumped into the
helm's seat and got to work. Although he had never operated the
helm before, Tamura's fingers flew deftly, confidently across the
flight controls. Thomas' instructions were surreally clear and
easy to follow.
HOOD's thrusters pivoted the ship to a reciprocal heading. A warp
field quickly formed around the starship, swallowing it back into
hyperspace...back towards the Talosians.
NRPG:
Tsk, tsk. Run away? I think not. <eg>
Respectfully Submitted,
ENS Yoshi Tamura
Communications Department Head
USS HOOD NCC-1703
http://boi.alt-starfleet-rpg.org/ORIGINS:_USS_Hood
Harry I. Iha
hiha_asr@...
==[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: The Wrong Place at the Wrong Time==
===by Andy Catterick===
SD: 2261.179
Scene: Prison Cell
Jack almost jumped in surprise as in mid conversation Stile suddenly disappeared from his cell.  He immediately called out his name but got no response.  He turned back to face Zade’s cell and saw the doctor bent over her tricorder running.  He was greatly relieved that for whatever reason their mysterious captors had allowed Stile to help her.
“Is she ok?”  He shouted over.  He paused as the doctor continued his examination, his attention focused solely on the prone navigator.  But quickly his already shredded patience began to fail. “Doctor what’s her status?”  No response.  “Doctor report!  Stile what the hell is going on?”  He watched as Stile rose to his feet and then seemed to stare off into the distance.  “Stile!”
Suddenly Payne’s voice rank out.  [Payne to Captain Steele.  Payne to any landing party member.  Payne to HOOD.  Is there anyone on this channel?]
“Rick?”  Jack called out as he kept his eyes on the unmoving Dr. Corbett.  “Commander Payne?”  He had known Payne for years and could hear the stress in his voice.  “Payne report!”  He slammed a fist against the shield at the security chief’s failure to respond and as a small release to the frustration and need to do something that had been building in him for hours.  When he found their captors he would be hard pressed not to throttle them and diplomacy be damned.
Suddenly the force field to his cell disappeared and Jack rushed out into the hall.  He paused for a second as he first looked towards Stile and Zade and then turned to see Payne at the end of the hallway slowly walking towards him.  “Rick?  Rick are you alright?”  He watched as the security officer tenses and then crouched.  “Commander report!”
Jack suddenly realized he couldn’t move.  He was completely paralyzed and could not even speak.  But his vision still worked and he watched in disbelief as his chief of security quickly raised his phaser and pointed it at his captain.
<<<NRPG>>>
Uh oh!  J
Respectfully,
Andy
CAPT Jack Steele
CO, USS HOOD NCC 1703


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