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==[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: Riding into Some More Good News - JP== | |||
===by Brian V. Mansur & Andy Catterick=== | |||
SD 2261.360 | |||
MD 2.1000 | |||
Scene: Metron Sphere | |||
Commander Merrick's half of the away team came bounding across the | |||
convective plain of the Metron worldlet. Judging by the look of them, | |||
they had been in a scrape alright. Sean had a burn mark on his left | |||
hand: minor but noticeable. Everyone in his group had that harried | |||
look of people who'd just been shot at. | |||
The Captain noted that Kiska seemed to be keeping in close proximity | |||
to Sean as they rolled in to a stop, panting for breath. But he | |||
didn't have time to speculate as Sean started delivering his side of | |||
the story. | |||
"Ambush Captain," he began. "A few few close hits, but no serious | |||
injury. Caught a glimpse of them. It was definitely the Gorn and if | |||
I didn't know better, I'd say it was harassing more than anything | |||
else. Don't think they can run fast enough to keep up so we probably | |||
have several minutes to prepare. Did you get the Metron's little | |||
welcome by the way? Any leads on a cure?" | |||
"Doc and Hemux aren't going to be able to make much headway without | |||
their tricorders working." | |||
Sean looked confused. "Ours were doing fine just a few minutes ago." | |||
Kiska pulled her's up to show it was indeed functioning. And then she | |||
started conking it with her palm in the age old "why won't this thing | |||
work" fashion. | |||
"You got to be kidding me," she frowned, then said, "Maybe it is an | |||
area of affect thing. We know it worked back in the direction of the | |||
Gorn." | |||
Jack and Sean exchanged suspicious glances. Surely not a coincidence. | |||
"Jolly," Sean commented. "Orders Captain?" | |||
“How many Gorn?” | |||
Sean shook his head. “Uncertain. As I said. Just a glimpse of two maybe three that were taking cover behind some sort of structure. I think they were trying to flank us. All I can say for sure is they weren’t the ones who were doing the shooting.” | |||
“And your equipment was working then.” | |||
“Appeared to be. Johnson,” Sean nodded over to one of the red shirts, “was able to lay down some suppressing fire which enabled the rest of us to begin the run this way.” | |||
“Ok we head back that way and see if we are the victims of some sort of proximity drain.” | |||
“What about the Gorn?” Lowl asked. “If it is confined to a space might it not be better to head the other way?” He didn’t like the idea of senior officers walking towards the enemy. | |||
“Maybe, maybe not.” Jack answered. “Ideally we could break down into small teams and head off in different directions however we are limited by time. But we know the equipment was working in that direction. Any other direction is just a crap shoot. And even if we get the tricorders working its not to say they’ll find the answers. The Gorn on the other hand may be able to help.” | |||
Letting go of Sean’s hand after he examined the burn Stile looked over at the captain. “It doesn’t look like the Gorn seem to be in an overly helpful mood.” | |||
“I’m sure once they get a sample of your folksy charm that will change.” Jack quipped. “Ok Gene, you and your men will lead the way. Everyone keep checking their equipment. The second anything comes back on line we need to know. Move out.” As Jack began to follow he wondered how Gar and the HOOD were holding up. It been long enough that there had been no contact and he was worried just what the Metrons were capable of. | |||
Respectfully Submitted Jointly, | |||
Brian V. Mansur | |||
LCDR Sean Merrick | |||
FO, USS HOOD, NCC-1703 | |||
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Andy Catterick | |||
CAPT Jack Steele | |||
CO, USS HOOD, NCC-1703 | |||
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