3,423
edits
No edit summary |
|||
Line 2,845: | Line 2,845: | ||
USS HOOD SEC | USS HOOD SEC | ||
ASR ORIGINS | ASR ORIGINS | ||
</PRE> | |||
==[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: All in a Day's Work== | |||
===by [[Catterick_Andy|Catterick, Andy]]=== | |||
<PRE> | |||
SD: 2260.160 | |||
MD: -6.1800 | |||
Scene: Corridor | |||
<snip from Dan’s post.> | |||
A few minutes later, he came back to the door and found it locked. | |||
Obviously whoever was on duty here got back at some point while he was gone. | |||
It took him a few minutes to disconnect the door from the physical lock and | |||
the motor that pulled the door back. Now all that held the door up was a | |||
thin track in the floor, he backed up, and started to run towards the door | |||
with the intention of knocking it down. It didn't fall the first time so he | |||
backed up again, ready to charge a second time. Suddenly, the captain came | |||
into the corridor and saw DeSimms charging at the door with an Kalashnikov | |||
and said, "Who the HELL are you?" | |||
</snip> | |||
“Lieutenant John DeSimms, Chief of Security.” DeSimms answered | |||
as he spun around at Steele’s approach. | |||
“Sorry Lieutenant I didn’t recognize you from behind.” Steele | |||
had only met the man for 90 seconds after all. Still he chided himself for | |||
not recognizing the security officer. “Planning on doing a little hunting?” | |||
He asked pointing at the weapon. | |||
Quickly DeSimms gave a rundown of his discovery and his | |||
suspicions. Steele rubbed his jaw and surveyed the carnage. “We’re pretty | |||
sure we have the issue localized however I think you’re right we need to | |||
take a look. Let me give you a hand.” Reluctantly DeSimms put the ancient | |||
weapon down and joined the captain at the door. “Oh and by the way, I’ll | |||
let you tell our engineer why his teams need to fix these doors. Ready? | |||
Pull!” | |||
It took a few seconds but the two men were able to pry the | |||
doors far enough apart that they could enter. Steele started to go in | |||
first but DeSimms made a point of pushing ahead and making sure the way | |||
was clear of any lurking attackers. What they found startled both men. | |||
“You’ve got to be kidding me.” Steele growled. “Campbell! | |||
On your feet!” | |||
Lieutenant Junior Grade Cory Campbell who had been | |||
comfortably leaning back in his chair, feet dangling across his desk in | |||
blissful slumber first tumbled to the ground and then bolted upright in | |||
complete confusion. “Commander…um Captain Steele sir. How can I help | |||
the captain?” | |||
Jack visibly restrained himself and DeSimms thought the | |||
captain might be counting to 10 in his head. “You can help me Mr. | |||
Campbell by explaining yourself. Starting with why the captain and | |||
chief of security had to break into Auxiliary Control.” | |||
“Well you see sir I had the aux watch and as we are in | |||
orbit of the starbase, well nothing is going on here and I’ve been | |||
working on those computer upgrades you had mentioned. You know changing | |||
the voice, enhancing the personality etc. Well sir I didn’t want to | |||
have someone coming in and muck around with it while the computer was | |||
crunching the numbers so I locked the door.” Campbell finished as if | |||
that was the end of it. | |||
“Locked the door? The damn blast doors were secured and | |||
the override wasn’t accepted.” | |||
“Well of course sir. Last time I locked the door, I had to | |||
make a quick run to the wardroom for a sandwich, well someone actually | |||
got in.” He replied indignantly. “They didn’t touch any of the | |||
computers but you can’t be too careful.” | |||
“I see.” Steele replied and DeSimms shot him a look as if | |||
to say You see? Are *you* kidding me. | |||
“And the little matter of you sleeping while on duty and | |||
cutting off a vital section of the ship what ever your reasoning’s?” | |||
Campbell finally started to look somewhat uncomfortable. | |||
“Yes well, sorry about that sir. Its just I’ve been working on this | |||
stuff non-stop for three days now. The latest computations were going | |||
to take 45 minutes to run and I know its wrong but I thought I’d take a | |||
quick nap while I waited. I was getting a bit punchy and I set the | |||
board to alert me if anything came up.” | |||
“Accept for someone trying to get in.” DeSimms growled. | |||
“True. Sorry about that. I guess I am just a bit more | |||
punchy then I thought I was.” | |||
“Lieutenant, here is what’s going to happen from here. | |||
You are going to first send all the information about what you have been | |||
doing to the Chief Engineer. It may tie into the problems that have | |||
been occurring all over the ship. Next you are going to clean this | |||
place up and get someone to relieve you. Once relieved you will confine | |||
your self to quarters until I can come up with a suitable punishment for | |||
you. And assuming you still remain as a member of this crew you will | |||
not continue with any further upgrades until you get approval from | |||
Commanders Merrick and Th'elenth. Is that clear Mister?” | |||
“Yes sir. Very clear sir.” | |||
“Good.” Steele spun around and stalked out into the | |||
corridor with DeSimms close behind. He noticed the look on the | |||
CSO’s face. “Out with it lieutenant.” | |||
“With respect sir.” He paused until Steele nodded. | |||
“Captain what the hell was that?” | |||
Steele actually chuckled. “That lieutenant was Cory | |||
Campbell. And as to what he is I don’t know if I could actually | |||
explain in one sitting.” | |||
“How about starting with how he is on a starship? Sir.” | |||
“Two reasons.” Steele answered as they began to walk | |||
along the corridor. “The first is politics. I don’t have all the | |||
fleet gossip but the gist of it is that his mother is a very old | |||
friend of someone in the President’s office, rumour has it that it | |||
is the president himself. So for the most part he is hands off. | |||
"You noticed his age. He’s pushing 40 and has been in | |||
the fleet since his early 20’s. A bit old for a jay gee wouldn’t you | |||
say? He’s made lieutentant 5 times and been reduced in rank each time. | |||
Generally for transgressions such as this.” It was at that point that | |||
he decided that Campbell’s punishment would begin with being busted | |||
back down to ensign. | |||
“The second reason is the man’s a genius. He has a way | |||
with computers like no one else. Really he should be at a research | |||
institute or back at command but for some reason he loves ship board | |||
duty. Two of his promotions and several commendations came about | |||
because of his quick thinking and ingenuity when he was the only one | |||
able to save his ship. Anyway he usually stays on a ship for a couple | |||
of years before his CO is finally able to transfer him off. In the | |||
last 6 months Captain Sinclair had tried to get rid of twice but got a | |||
big red denied stamped across his paperwork. And that in a very small | |||
nutshell is soon to be Ensign Cory Campbell.” | |||
“I see.” DeSimms finally said. | |||
“Now how about you?” He pointed to the ancient rifle | |||
slung over the man’s shoulder. “You’re not one of those history buffs | |||
who wants to live in the past. I don’t seem to recall antique firearms | |||
as part of the official load out for security officers.” | |||
DeSimms grinned. “Well history buff to a degree. I like | |||
to collect ancient weaponry. I have quite a collection.” | |||
“Really? I’d be interested in seeing that.’ Steele | |||
replied noting John’s enthusiasm about the subject. | |||
“I don’t officially take over my duties until oh seven hundred | |||
tomorrow so I haven’t had a chance to visit the armoury and sign out a | |||
personal phaser. When all the commotion broke out I decided to bring | |||
along a weapon just in case. Although given the age it may have been more | |||
a club then a gun. Mr. Campell is lucky. If I’d had to break it over his | |||
head I’d be severely annoyed. It took me awhile to find this baby.” | |||
Steele actually laughed at the brief daydream of DeSimm’s | |||
beating Mr. Campbell. “Not quite the special forces is it?” | |||
“I didn’t expect it to be.” DeSimms answered. “But its | |||
certainly been interesting so far. | |||
“It is that.” Both came to a stop as they reached the | |||
turbolift. “Well Mr. DeSimms I have a meeting to attend and I should let | |||
you get back to your unpacking. Don’t worry it may take awhile but you’ll | |||
get used to us.” With a wave he stepped into the lift. | |||
***** ***** ***** | |||
<snip from Steve’s post> | |||
"It's open." He said stifling another yawn. | |||
Corbett watched the door slide open and Captain Steele enter the office. | |||
"Captain Jack Steele, always an honor to host our commanding officer. | |||
Please have a seat sar." He said motioning to one of the chairs in front | |||
of his desk. Corbett realized he still had the half empty bottle of tequila | |||
and two glasses on the desk. He also saw the that the Captain had noticed | |||
too. | |||
"May I pour you a glass sar." Corbett said smoothly not missing a beat as he | |||
picked up the Tequila bottle. "Where I come from it is unseemly for gentlemen | |||
to carry on a conversation at this hour without a small libation." | |||
</Snip> | |||
“Well I guess that answers my boot legging question.” Steele | |||
said as he dropped into the chair across from Stile. He nodded to the doctor | |||
who had the bottle poised over Jack’s glass. | |||
“Bootlegging captain?” | |||
“Yes apparently a junior shuttle pilot diligently doing his duty | |||
reported that you may have transported either dangerous substances or | |||
contraband aboard my ship.” He picked up the glass and downed it before | |||
gesturing to the bottle. “I take it this is part of the evidence.” | |||
“That it is.” The doctor confirmed as he refilled the glasses. | |||
“But I do keep it for medicinal purposes only. And you sir look like you | |||
need a little doctorin’.” | |||
“It has been a day that is for sure. How are the men?” | |||
“Not good. But they will be. You can count on that. May take | |||
awhile especially for young Mr. Tanner but he will be back at it in four to | |||
six weeks.” | |||
Steele nodded. That was good news indeed and he could feel a lot | |||
of the stress bleeding out of him. “Do we need to transfer him to a starbase | |||
medical facility?” | |||
Stile shook his head. “Don’t need too. It looks bad, hell it is | |||
bad. But the healing and the prosthetics are pretty straight forward. I can | |||
handle it here no sweat.” | |||
“If we leave him on base he’ll likely get poached by some other | |||
ship. That is a good news.” He raised his glass in salute before gulping it | |||
down. | |||
“I aim to please.” | |||
“Well with that out of the way. I officially have to investigate | |||
the complaint against you. But judging from that bottle I don’t think it will | |||
take us too long to get rid of the evidence.” | |||
<<<NRPG>>> | |||
Cory Campbell may or may not be a reoccurring NPC for us to play around | |||
with…if any one is interested. ;-) | |||
And a stern reminder to all of you <G> Please include [ORIGINS] in your | |||
subject line and please make sure you send your post to the HOOD list *and* | |||
the ASR list Starfleet-rpg@yahoogroups.com We don’t want to deprive them of | |||
our adventures and more to the point we want to everyone to see how good we | |||
are so people will be demanding to get aboard. Still have two empty spots to | |||
fill. | |||
Also, quick questions. We’ll be starting the mission this week. It will | |||
take a couple of ship board days to get from the Starbase to our destination. | |||
Do you want to have some time to work on CD or do you want me to set it up | |||
that we start having arrived. I’m easy so let me know if you prefer either. | |||
Respectfully, | |||
Andy | |||
CAPT Jack Steele | |||
CO, USS HOOD NCC 1703 | |||
ASR ORIGINS | |||
</PRE> | </PRE> |