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==[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: And Then It All Went To Hell== | ==[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: And Then It All Went To Hell== | ||
===by [[Mansur_Brian|Mansur, Brian]]=== | ===by [[Mansur_Brian|Mansur, Brian]]=== | ||
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==[ORGINS]USS HOOD: A New Job== | ==[ORGINS] USS HOOD: A New Job== | ||
===by [[Catterick_Andy|Catterick, Andy]]=== | ===by [[Catterick_Andy|Catterick, Andy]]=== | ||
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ASR ORIGINS | ASR ORIGINS | ||
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==[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: Making the Pact== | ==[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: Making the Pact== | ||
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==[ORIGINS]USS HOOD: First Aboard== | ==[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: First Aboard== | ||
===by [[Catterick_Andy|Catterick, Andy]]=== | ===by [[Catterick_Andy|Catterick, Andy]]=== | ||
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==[ | ==[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: Hell, Delivered== | ||
===by [[Belin_Daniel|Belin, Daniel]]=== | ===by [[Belin_Daniel|Belin, Daniel]]=== | ||
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U.S.S HOOD | U.S.S HOOD | ||
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==[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: "The Price of Service"== | ==[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: "The Price of Service"== | ||
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LT. DeSimms | LT. DeSimms | ||
SEC Officer | SEC Officer | ||
</PRE> | |||
==[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: Coolant is Nasty Stuff== | |||
===by [[Apple_Steve|Apple, Steve]]=== | |||
<PRE> | |||
HOOD:Coolant is Nasty Stuff | |||
SD2260.157 | |||
Scene: Deck E: Captain's Ready Room, USS Hood | |||
Corbett heard the command to enter and stepped through the door to present | |||
himself to the Captain when the booming voice suddenly flooded the ship. | |||
"Trauma Team to Main Engineering, I repeat Trauma Team to Main Engineering - | |||
on the double!" | |||
He was the Chief Surgeon and took that as his primary responsibility, the | |||
Captain would have to wait. Without thinking he turned and was immediately | |||
through the door. He remembered where the turbo lift was located on this deck | |||
and headed in that direction. Halfway to the lift he wondered how in the hell he | |||
was going to find Main Engineering. He could ask someone, but that would take | |||
time, time he knew he didn't have. In his moment of hesitancy he saw the | |||
Captain come up from behind and followed him into the lift. | |||
The man was tense and didn't talk, which Corbett thought spoke volumes for the | |||
concern he had for his crew. It took only a moment to reach Main Engineering and | |||
a scene of minor chaos. | |||
Scene: Main Engineering, USS Hood | |||
"Sawbones comin through." Corbett said in his thick Texas drawl as he exited | |||
the lift and headed over to the first man he saw lying on the deck, pushing the | |||
hovering crew out of his way as he went. | |||
The man was lying supine his hands were gone, now only stumps. Corbett saw that | |||
there was something covering the man's face and realized it was what remained | |||
of his hands, fused in place by the warp core coolant. Corbett acted immediately | |||
and felt for a pulse. It was weak and thready and the man's respirations were | |||
shallow. | |||
"Somebody throw me an emergency med-kit and get some thermal blankets over | |||
here now!" He shouted. | |||
Carefully he probed what remained of the severed hands seeing just how adhered | |||
they were to the crewman's face. They would have to stay in place for the | |||
moment until he could stabilize the man and get him into surgery. Thank God the | |||
coolant had cauterized the stumps, or the loss of blood would have killed him, | |||
he thought. | |||
"You!" Corbett shouted to the crewman standing nearest him. "Get over here | |||
and kneel down, I want your knees touching the floor." | |||
The man hesitated a moment not sure why Corbett was shouting at him. "Damn it | |||
man do as I say!" Corbett yelled as he pulled on one of the legs of the | |||
man's coverall forcing him into the position he wanted. | |||
"Put his feet in your lap and keep them there." Corbett said getting the | |||
injured man's legs elevated. "Where's that med-kit!" He shouted again | |||
and someone thrust it into his hands. | |||
Quickly he drew up 2.5mg of Cordrazine and injected the man. The dose was large | |||
enough to stimulate the man's cardiovascular system, but still low enough to | |||
keep him unconscious. Reaching up to the man's neck he immediately felt that | |||
the pulse had gotten stronger though it was irregular. | |||
The man was still in shock and needed immediate surgery, but for the moment | |||
Corbett had stabilized him. "Get those blankets on him and find out where the | |||
hell the trauma team is!" He shouted to no one in particular. He made a note | |||
that he was going to drill them in what rapid response meant when this was over. | |||
Corbett headed over to the next man who was in a sitting position propped | |||
against a large coolant pipe, cradling his hands. Corbett didn't say anything | |||
he just hit the man with 500mgs of Rexlin for the pain. Almost immediately the | |||
man's moaning ceased giving Corbett the chance to look over the burns. | |||
The left hand was charred but intact. The right hand wasn't so lucky. The | |||
thumb and index finger had fused and melted into a useless lump of flesh. The | |||
little finger and right third of the hand were missing; charred bone was all | |||
that remained. | |||
"Am I gonna be OK doc?" The man asked. | |||
"I think it's going to be awhile before you can go fly fishing again." | |||
Corbett said smiling. | |||
"That's ok I don't fish." The man said with a slight giggle. Obviously | |||
the Rexlin had taken effect. | |||
"Doc the trauma team is here." Someone yelled over to him. | |||
Corbett patted the man on the shoulder and went over to the team. "Who's the | |||
doctor on this team?" He demanded. | |||
The four men with stretchers looked at each other until one finally spoke. | |||
"We're all corpsmen sir. We don't have a doctor on the team." | |||
"Well that's gonna change." Corbett said frowning. "That man over | |||
there," he said pointing to the one propped against the coolant pipe. | |||
"He's in mild shock with partial thickness burns to the left hand and full | |||
thickness burns to the right. Get him down to sickbay and have the on call | |||
doctor treat him stat. | |||
Corbett waited for one of the corpsmen to give him a nod and move over to the | |||
injured crewman. "You two with me." He said to the two remaining medics as | |||
he walked back to the supine crewman. | |||
Kneeling he felt again to make sure the man's pulse was still strong. He could | |||
have used the scanner, but trusted his own instincts more. "Let's get him | |||
loaded up. I want to keep him in Trendelenburg's position and I want an | |||
Infusion unit set up with volume expanders before we move." He said then as an | |||
important afterthought added. "Oh and don't touch the hands stuck to his | |||
face. Understand me?" | |||
"Yes sir." One of the corpsmen said drawing his hand back from the | |||
crewman's face. | |||
"Good." Was all Corbett mumbled as he headed to the wall with the Comm unit. | |||
"Engineering to sickbay." | |||
"Sickbay here." A woman answered | |||
"Who am I talking with?" He asked. | |||
"Lieutenant Dawson, the duty nurse. Who are you?" She asked a bit annoyed. | |||
"This is Dr. Corbett, the Chief Surgeon; I'll be down there in five minutes | |||
with a patient who has bilateral above the wrist amputations. I need a surgical | |||
unit and a nurse who knows how to use it, ready when I get there." | |||
"Yes doctor." Dawson said her voice sounding a bit contrite. | |||
"What's his name?" Corbett asked facing away from the comm. unit. | |||
"Tanner." A stone faced Andorian said. | |||
"Also Pull up Chief Tanner's records." Corbett said facing back toward the | |||
comm unit. "I want a unit of cross matched blood put on hold just in case. | |||
Corbett out." | |||
"Let's go" He yelled to the medics and headed for the Turbo lift. | |||
<<NRPG>> | |||
Hope I didn't get too boring with the medical stuff. Dave sorry I couldn't add | |||
you, but the injuries didn't lend themselves to tagging you. I apologize and | |||
will make sure to include you in the future. As for Scott a stone faced Andorian | |||
was meant as a compliment. Andy if you come down to sickbay to check on the crew | |||
and see a button you want to push... Don't. | |||
Respectfully Submitted, | |||
Steve Apple | |||
Dr. Stile Corbett | |||
CMO, USS HOOD NCC-1703 | |||
ASR: ORIGINS | |||
</PRE> | |||
==[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: "Kablooey"== | |||
===by [[Lusby_Scott|Lusby, Scott]]=== | |||
<PRE> | |||
SD: 2260.160 | |||
MD: -6.1427 | |||
Setting: Main Engineering, O-Deck, USS HOOD | |||
<<snip- from my last post>> | |||
The Andorian met the First Officer's gaze; both men now wore the mask duty | |||
on their faces, and, as Merrick moved to assist in the care of Tanner and | |||
Pethukov as they waited for the trauma team to arrive, Gar dealt with the | |||
smoldering engineering station, wishing the ventilation systems would work | |||
quicker. | |||
The damage, however, had been done. | |||
<<end snip>> | |||
It was only the that Gar became aware of a lot more commotion than there was | |||
only a moment ago. "Here, figure out what happened here," he said, handing | |||
a tricorder to the rating standing next to him as he walked back to the | |||
scene of Tanner's accident. | |||
A human man in blue, speaking with a thick accent Th'elenth could not place, | |||
was shouting orders as he looked over Tanner and Pethukov; the man spoke | |||
with the authority of experience and acted decisively, quickly- for which | |||
Gar was grateful. | |||
However, as he contemplated the merits of the new doctor, there seemed to be | |||
a lot more smoke coming from the forward areas of the bay. | |||
"What's going on here?" he hissed under his breath as he trotted towards the | |||
source of the smoke. | |||
He reached the source: three more consoles, each tied to unrelated | |||
subsystems for water purification, food replication and waste treatment, had | |||
eaten themselves, tossing plastic and acrid smoke everywhere. Making | |||
matters worse, a pipeline overhead had been pierced by the exploding | |||
consoles, creating an opaque veil in front of him. | |||
Th'elenth covered his mouth and nose with his hand, and, pushing through the | |||
charcoal haze, began poking at the remnants of the destroyed console nearest | |||
him. | |||
Suddenly, the doors to main engineering opened from nearby, and smoke | |||
billowed through them and into the hallway. | |||
<<snip- from Dave's last post>> | |||
ARr'Rhiana rushed into engineering and coughed as smoke from a broken | |||
pipeline filled the area. | |||
<<end snip>> | |||
Gar pulled himself up as the form became more pronounced- a Denobulan woman, | |||
he was pretty sure, making her the ship's new chief Science Officer by the | |||
looks of her uniform and sleeve striping. | |||
The woman coughed. "Lieutenant Hemux at your disposal, Commander," she | |||
said. "I'm qualified in engineering as well- I can help if you need it." | |||
Gar's antennae pitched forward, and his lips pursed. "I'm afraid I do, | |||
Lieutenant- I'm afraid I do." He paused for a moment as the trauma teams | |||
hustled by with their patients." | |||
"I'll have a report for you later, Commander," the doctor said as he passed | |||
through the doors. "Right now these men need my complete attention." | |||
"I understand, doctor," Gar said as the doors closed. | |||
Hemux watched the stretchers roll by, and, after the doors shut, glanced | |||
back at Th'elenth. "What happened?" | |||
"Unrelated accidents- warp plasma coolant exposure to one, electro-plasma | |||
burns from an exploding console to the other." | |||
The Denobulan glanced at the three still-smoldering console. "You sure | |||
they're unrelated?" | |||
The Andorian 's antennae twitched again. "Pretty sure the warp plasma | |||
coolant injury was an accident- I saw it happen." He paused, bending down | |||
to pick up a piece of splintered plastic from the ground. "As for these | |||
consoles...I'm not sure yet." | |||
Th'elenth paused again, this time to cut off the fractured pipe above, | |||
immediately cutting off the smoke spilling from it. | |||
"But I promise you I damn well WILL find out," he said, the memory of | |||
Tanner's screams, of Pethukov's moans, flooding his brain. | |||
He glanced back at his new shipmate. "Care to join me?" | |||
<<NRPG>> | |||
All- OK...this better ties things together. I hope. And it gets Dave into | |||
the middle of things. | |||
Dave- I'm sure you saw my NRPG note. However, if you have better ideas, | |||
let's run with them. As long, as per Andy's directions, as this is a freaky, | |||
isolated thing and not some grand epic problem we'll need an entire mission | |||
to figure out. | |||
Steve- loved the medical response post. Can't wait to see how the Texan | |||
shores up things down in Sick Bay. | |||
Respectfully Submitted, | |||
-- Scott Lusby | |||
/\ LCDR Gar Th'elenth | |||
Chief Engineering Officer | |||
USS HOOD NCC-1703 | |||
ASR: ORIGINS | |||
</PRE> | |||
==[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: coughing out loud...== | |||
===by [[Martens_David|Martens, David]]=== | |||
<PRE> | |||
SD: 2260.160 | |||
MD: -6.1430 | |||
Scene: USS HOOD, Engineering department | |||
<Snip from Scott> | |||
Merrick's booming voice suddenly flooded the ship. [Trauma team to main | |||
engineering. I repeat trauma team to main engineering on the double!] The | |||
Denobulan glanced at the three still-smoldering console. "You sure they're | |||
unrelated?" | |||
The Andorian 's antennae twitched again. "Pretty sure the warp plasma coolant | |||
injury was an accident- I saw it happen." He paused, bending down to pick up a | |||
piece of splintered plastic from the ground. "As for these consoles...I'm not | |||
sure yet." | |||
Th'elenth paused again, this time to cut off the fractured pipe above, | |||
immediately cutting off the smoke spilling from it. | |||
"But I promise you I damn well WILL find out," he said, the memory of Tanner's | |||
screams, of Pethukov's moans, flooding his brain. He glanced back at his new | |||
shipmate. "Care to join me?" | |||
<End of Snip> | |||
Hemux nodded and followed Gar, to one of damaged consoles. On her way there | |||
she picked up a dropped toolbox and a tricorder. At the first look the console | |||
where indeed not related; each of them on a different area of the room, | |||
checking in on different systems, plasma conduits, water supply tanks and | |||
lifesupport. | |||
Hemux attached a ODN-cable and tried to access the memory - core of the | |||
computer. Lucky for her that was well protected and not damaged at all so she | |||
could do a read out of the data. "Now that is odd." She muttered. The data | |||
from seconds before the console exploded showed a spike in the electricity and a | |||
millisecond powerfailure. | |||
[Sir, we have a problem.] A voice came in over the Comm. Th'elenth twitched his | |||
antennae as he walked to the Comm and hit the button "What is it, ensign?" | |||
[We have several console and computers shutting down or exploding, it seems to | |||
occur in some kind of cascade, but not all systems are damaged, only some.] | |||
Gar grunted and replied "Try to contain that cascade and get repairs team at | |||
work ASAP. I try to figure out what is gong on here. Engineering out." | |||
ARr'Rhiana was checking in on the second console and found the same weird | |||
readings, a spike in the powersystems, a very, very short interruption of power | |||
and then the explosion of the console. She checked the third console and | |||
indeed, the same thing has happened. Hemux corelated the data and suddenly she | |||
smiled, she had something. | |||
"Sir," she said to Gar as she showed him her tricorder with the data. "I have a | |||
pattern, see that spike and power loss? I think that has something to do with | |||
the problems." | |||
<<<NRPG>>> | |||
just something more on the damage and adding Hemux in. | |||
Respectfully, | |||
David Martens | |||
Lt ARr'Rhiana Hemux | |||
CSciO , USS HOOD NCC 1703 | |||
ASR ORIGINS | |||
</PRE> | |||
==[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: What's a Captain to do?== | |||
===by [[Catterick_Andy|Catterick, Andy]]=== | |||
<PRE> | |||
SD: 2260.160 | |||
MD: -6.1430 | |||
Scene: USS HOOD, Engineering department | |||
Steele tried his best not to get in the way as first the | |||
doctor and then the trauma team did their work. The rating looked | |||
bad but judging from Dr. Corbett’s demeanour it wasn’t life threatening. | |||
Of course Steele had never met the man but even from a distance he | |||
seemed to have a calm authority. Either that or he was a quack and | |||
didn’t know what he was doing; it wasn’t like the captain would know | |||
either way at this point. Fortunately he had received a number of | |||
solid reviews about the doctor. Starfleet, while growing dramatically, | |||
was still a close knit organization. A friend in personnel had given | |||
him a quiet heads up as to the list of candidates command had been | |||
looking at for transfer to HOOD. | |||
On the medical section Stile was at the top of the list. | |||
Jack had called a few of his friends and while not many had worked with | |||
the doctor just about all had assured him that Corbett had a solid | |||
reputation as a healer. For the few who had actually met the man they | |||
all grinned when Steele had brought up the name. They too said his | |||
skills as a doctor were exceptional but added that on a personal level | |||
he was a character. No one elaborated any more then that just starting | |||
to grin again as they ended the call. A character. Steele hoped it | |||
was true. He had the utmost respect and admiration for his predecessor | |||
but Captain Sinclair hadn’t been one to tolerate characters among his | |||
officers. His ward room had been much more staid then Steele intended | |||
his to be. Hopefully Corbett would help lighten the mood. | |||
Doctor Corbett and his medics seemed to have stabilized the | |||
situation enough to move the patients to sickbay. With one crisis | |||
seemingly diverted Steele strode over to the nearest comm. He jabbed | |||
the white button. “Bridge.” | |||
[Bridge. Commander Merrick. Is everything all right down | |||
there captain?] The First Officer had dashed up to the bridge once Steele | |||
had arrived. At the time there was no certainty as to what was happening | |||
so Merrick had taken the prudent course. Steele wondered if he should | |||
have been the one to head up to the bridge. Perhaps lingering around in | |||
engineering might be seen as a sign he didn’t trust his people when in | |||
actuality he had come here because he wanted to see first hand. Wanted | |||
to be able to help. This commanding officer stuff was still pretty new. | |||
“It seems to be. Dr. Corbett and his trauma team have the | |||
situation in hand.” He watched as the Chief Engineer and the Science | |||
Officer examined a bank of consoles. “I’m going to get a status report | |||
from Gar, check in at sickbay and then I’ll be up to the bridge. Steele | |||
out.” | |||
“How bad is it?” The captain asked without preamble. | |||
“Bad enough.” Gar replied with clear frustration. “We’ve also | |||
had reports of some sort of minor cascade across the ship. Lieutenant | |||
Hemux thinks he may have located a pattern here and I tend to agree with | |||
him. But there is still much work to do.” He said absently while his | |||
attention focused on some results that flashed onto Hemux’s tricorder. | |||
“As soon as I have anything definite I’ll let you know sir.” | |||
“Fair enough.” Steele replied knowing when he was dismissed. | |||
Perhaps Gar wouldn’t have any problems taking command in engineering after | |||
all he mused as he left engineering and headed for sickbay. | |||
<<<NRPG>>> | |||
Steve: I might get another one out today/tomorrow with Steele visiting you | |||
in sickbay. He’ll want a status report, a chance to meet Stile and will | |||
be following up on a complaint from a shuttle pilot who thinks you maybe a | |||
bootlegger (Which Jack will think is absolutely hilarious<G>) | |||
Respectfully, | |||
Andy Catterick | |||
CAPT Jack Steele | |||
CO, USS HOOD NCC 1703 | |||
ASR ORIGINS | |||
</PRE> | |||
==[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: Doctors, Nurses and Tequila Oh My== | |||
===by [[Apple_Steve|Apple, Steve]]=== | |||
<PRE> | |||
SD: 2260.160 | |||
MD: -6.1430 | |||
Scene: Sickbay, USS HOOD | |||
The doors to sickbay parted and Corbett rushed in with the Trauma Team. | |||
"Where's the surgical nurse. I want this man prepped and ready in five | |||
minutes." He shouted. | |||
"Excuse me Cowboy, but you don't come in here shouting orders." A | |||
middle-aged woman with Lieutenant Commander stripes on her sleeves | |||
barked back at him. | |||
"Jimmy you and Frank get him over to the surgical ward and I'll follow | |||
in a minute." Corbett said to his medics, ignoring the woman. | |||
"You will do no such thing until that patient is properly triaged. I am | |||
Lt. Commander Rachel Grey, the Chief Nurse and I'm telling you we will | |||
follow Star Fleet procedure. | |||
"Look darling, I don't care if you are the house mother. This patient | |||
is heading into surgery immediately." Corbett said his drawl thick and | |||
menacing. Turning to his medics he yelled "Move now." | |||
"I'm calling security." She yelled at him as she headed to the duty | |||
stations comm. unit. "Sickbay to security." | |||
"Doctor Corbett he's coming around." One of the medics shouted from the | |||
other room. | |||
"Damn it. Get an Alpha wave inducer, keep him unconscious and get him | |||
into the steri-field. I'll be right there." Corbett shouted back. | |||
["Security here."] The voice over the comm. said. | |||
The Chief Nurse hit the com button "Never mind," she said, anger and | |||
frustration in her voice. Turning back to Corbett she hissed. "We'll | |||
discuss this later doctor." | |||
"Yes mother I suspect we will." He replied pushing his hat toward the | |||
back of his head and added. "In the meantime I'm gonna need some | |||
vascular adhesive and synthetic skin for dermal grafting." | |||
"Yes doctor." She answered. Corbett noticed she put a lot of emphasis on | |||
the last word. | |||
Scene: CMO's Office, USS HOOD | |||
Three hours later | |||
Surgical Report: Patient Tanner | |||
Patient is a 24 y/o human male who presented with bilateral above the | |||
wrist amputations secondary to warp core coolant exposure. Patient also | |||
presented with bilateral fusion of all phylangees and the palmar surface | |||
of both hands to the skin over the frontal aspect of the skull, zygoma | |||
and mandibular regions, no orbital involvement noted. | |||
Surgical Procedures. | |||
1. Bilateral resection to | |||
distal 1/3 of both the radius and ulna were successful. All associated | |||
vessels and nerves resected and vascular adhesive applied. No vessel | |||
leakage noted. | |||
2. Removal of phalangeal and palmar remnants successful, with moderate | |||
facial tissue loss. Dermal grafting accomplished with synthetic tissue | |||
applied in a split thickness mesh. Pressure dressing applied. | |||
Treatment Course. | |||
Patient is stable and has been placed on analgesics and broad spectrum | |||
antibiotics post surgery. Cardiovascular functions are within normal | |||
limits. | |||
Patient will be measured and fitted for tritanium skeletal prosthesis | |||
after which time a grafting procedure, with nerve, vessel and dermal | |||
regeneration will occur. Given the extent of the patient's injuries I | |||
expect there to be a loss of fine touch perception of approximately | |||
15 - 25%, this is within acceptable Star Fleet parameters. Patient | |||
should be eligible for light duty in four weeks with clearance following | |||
physical therapy report. | |||
Alternatively patient may be transferred to a Star Base Medical facility | |||
for this procedure and rehabilitation. | |||
Stile Corbett, MD | |||
Corbett finished the dictation and stretched, the weariness of the day | |||
finally getting to him. Looking around his office he realized how stark | |||
it was. The place needed a plant and some artwork on the walls, that was | |||
for sure. | |||
"Well at least they delivered my trunk." He said to himself as he saw the | |||
large throwback from another era sitting in the corner of the room. He | |||
stood to walk over to the trunk when the chime to his office door went | |||
off. | |||
"Come in" He shouted. | |||
The Chief Nurse entered his office a scowl on her face. "Cowboy I think | |||
it's time we had that talk." | |||
"Well Mother if you and me are gonna have it out do you mind if I have a | |||
drink first." | |||
"If you must," she said then added. "I will not be treated with disrespect | |||
by you or anyone in this department. Do I make myself clear?" | |||
"Ma'am, I am sorry we got off on the wrong foot." Corbett said pulling out | |||
two small glasses and a bottle of tequila from his trunk and putting them | |||
on the desk. "But patients come first, egos second. That boy needed | |||
immediate surgery and didn't need to be stopped at the door to have his | |||
ticket punched by you." | |||
"I didn't ask for a glass." She said looking down at the second glass he | |||
had placed on the desk. | |||
"Well I didn't figure you for a bottle swigger, but be my guest." He said | |||
handing over the uncapped bottle to her. | |||
She gave him a sharp look, but didn't hesitate for a second as she took | |||
the bottle from him and upended it for a long pull. Gasping a bit she put | |||
the bottle down. "Damn that's good." | |||
"Ought to be, it's the best Mexico has to offer." He said taking a long | |||
pull himself. "I do like a woman who knows her tequila." | |||
"I should, I grew up in San Jose." She said taking another pull from the | |||
bottle then added. "I didn't know you were our new doctor, I just thought | |||
you were some wack job with a Cowboy hat trying to push his way on through." | |||
"I get that a lot." He said taking another long pull from the bottle. "I'm | |||
really just a simple country doctor seeing what life is like out among the | |||
stars." | |||
"Don't try and charm me, I'm a bit old for that sort of thing. Besides I | |||
know all about your record." | |||
"Oh do tell, it seems to grow with each iteration." He said smiling. | |||
"You are egotistical, misogynistic, and a discipline problem." She chided | |||
"Well I can't say you are inaccurate, but you left out impish and whimsical." | |||
He added taking another pull and passing the bottle back to her. | |||
"I watched you perform surgery today and you were excellent. Though why you | |||
insist on wearing that damn hat I don't know. I also heard about what you did | |||
in Engineering, so I have to say I think you belong here." | |||
"So where does that leave us?" He asked. | |||
"Half a bottle down," she said passing it back. "You show me respect and I | |||
won't phaser you while you're asleep OK." | |||
"I thank you kindly for that." He said smiling. "You know I'm only a problem | |||
when someone's life or limb is at stake otherwise I just a big ole cowboy hat | |||
wearing softie." | |||
"Yeah well I think maybe we both were at fault today." She said grudgingly. | |||
"I agree, not because I'm afraid of getting phasered in my sleep mind ya." He | |||
said winking. | |||
"Well good. I thought you should also know that the other crewman, Pethukov | |||
is recovering well. Dr. Kavlin said that his right hand is going to need | |||
major reconstruction and he will probably consult with you tomorrow." | |||
"I figured as much. He'll go through a procedure similar to what I prescribed | |||
for Tanner. If I can get away with preserving his middle finger and the | |||
carpal connection to the radius I think that will save him some regeneration | |||
time." | |||
"I better get moving." She said then reached for the bottle. "Oh what the | |||
hell, one more for the road." | |||
Corbett watched her take a last drink and head for the door. "Mother, I think | |||
this is the start of a beautiful friendship." | |||
"Good night Cowboy." She said giggling as she left. | |||
Corbett sat back down glad that he had come to an understanding with his head | |||
nurse. It was never good to have the nurses against you it was just plain bad | |||
medicine. Yawning he heard the door chime go off again. | |||
"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." | |||
<Tag Andy> | |||
<<<NRPG>>> | |||
All I thought it would be easier to tie everything up in a post surgical | |||
report rather than hours of tedious surgery. I am sorry if the post is | |||
tedious and boring when it comes to the medical stuff. Also I took the | |||
approach of a metal skeletal prosthesis that would act as a scaffolding for | |||
regenerated tissue, vessels and nerves, it seemed like a nice happy medium. | |||
I also wanted to bring in Mother the head nurse who will have a recurrent role | |||
in my posts. She's my Christine Chapel. | |||
Andy I set it up for us to talk. Hard to deny being a bootlegger with a bottle | |||
in front of me. Just remember Corbett keeps a pistol in his boot and like any | |||
good moonshiner he doesn't cotton to revenuers. | |||
Respectfully Submitted, | |||
Steve Apple | |||
Dr. Stile Corbett, | |||
CMO, USS HOOD NCC-1703 | |||
ASR: ORIGINS | |||
</PRE> | |||
==[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: The Plot Thickens== | |||
===by [[Belin_Daniel|Belin, Daniel]]=== | |||
<PRE> | |||
DeSimms walked down the corridor at a fervent pace. Although, technically he | |||
was still on R&R, he decided to start his own little private investigation. | |||
He did not see too much activity in the corridors, except the ones leading to | |||
and from engineering. He smelled a bit of the acrid silicon smoke that he | |||
hated, and decided it would be a good idea to walk away from the smell. | |||
He found himself in a deserted corridor. Not that he was surprised, there | |||
wasn't much in this corridor other than a entrance to a jefferies tube and a | |||
communications junction. Suddenly, the corridor got a lot more interesting. | |||
The blast doors closed on either side of him, and the fire suppression system | |||
went off. The problem as he saw it was, there was no fire, and his uniform was | |||
being ruined by fire suppressant foam for no reason. He decided that at the | |||
current time, going into the Jefferies Tube would be a good idea. He began | |||
climbing the tube until he reached what looked like the auxiliary systems room | |||
on the ship. He muttered to himself, "If all this business is the product of | |||
sabotage, I would find evidence here." | |||
He looked around and saw a mess. Whoever had regular duty in here definitely | |||
did not have a urge to clean. There was a note taped to the chair that said | |||
that whoever was supposed to be on duty at this point felt a bit peckish and | |||
went to get a sandwich. | |||
After a good five minutes, he found the ennunciator lights, and looked for an | |||
indicator of something wrong. Nothing except for a light that indicated that | |||
the chaos system was on, and what was a chaos system? | |||
He remembered that the chaos system that had something to do with security. | |||
Yes, something to do with if the ship was taken over, the chaos system would | |||
make life hell for the intruders. Boards blowing, computer errors, fire systems | |||
turning on, the whole nine yards. It was easy to turn on, you flicked the | |||
switch and it was on, but to turn it off you had to manually turn it off using | |||
some kind of wiring in the belly of the ship. Someone turning it on probably | |||
pointed to sabotage, that or whoever turned it on was a complete idiot. Still, | |||
he thought it would be better to talk to whomever was on duty in here. He | |||
headed back to his quarters to get his AK and a communicator. | |||
A few minutes later, he came back to the door and found it locked. Obviously | |||
whomever 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?" | |||
<tag Andy> | |||
NRPG: | |||
Does not look like my character will be getting too good of a start with the | |||
captain. | |||
-- | |||
With all due respect, | |||
Daniel F. Belin | |||
USS HOOD SEC | |||
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 Catterick | |||
CAPT Jack Steele | |||
CO, USS HOOD NCC 1703 | |||
ASR ORIGINS | |||
</PRE> | |||
==[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: Bootleggers Revenge== | |||
===by [[Apple_Steve|Apple, Steve]]=== | |||
<PRE> | |||
SD: 2260.160 | |||
MD: -6.1800 | |||
Scene: CMO's Office, USS Hood | |||
</Snip from Captain Steele's All in a Day's Work> | |||
"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." Steele said smiling. | |||
</snip> | |||
"I wouldn't worry about it too much." Corbett said pouring them both | |||
another glass. | |||
Steele gave the doctor a quizzical look as he sipped his third glass. | |||
"And why is that?" | |||
"I have a feeling Mr. Maxwell's complaint will be met with a great deal of | |||
skepticism. I noticed he wasn't looking very well during our landing | |||
approach." Corbett said smiling. "In fact he seemed quite shaky." | |||
"Not because you did anything to him, correct doctor?" Steele asked. | |||
"Sar I'm a man of medicine anything I do is strictly in the interest of | |||
public health." Corbett said flashing another toothy grin as he sipped | |||
from his own glass. "I took the liberty of contacting one of the Flight | |||
Surgeons at Starbase 27, an old Med-Academy roommate of mine, which is | |||
neither here nor there. Anyway I just happened to mention that Mr. Maxwell | |||
appeared to have what seemed to me a case of Andronesian Encephalitis. | |||
Well wouldn't you know it he agreed with me and has quarantined our young | |||
friend." | |||
Corbett saw the Captains face and put up a hand. "Oh don't worry I had the | |||
Science Department do a sensor sweep of the ship and she's clean. It's | |||
logged in my official medical report. As for Mr. Maxwell he'll be fine. | |||
The illness is quite harmless and very treatable, but it does lend itself | |||
to delusions and hallucinations. Unfortunate, but anything the man has | |||
seen and done over the last 72 hours is definitely questionable." | |||
Steele tried not to smile at his new doctor. The man was as they had said | |||
very much a character. "Ah huh, well from my end I don't see any evidence | |||
that his allegations were true." Steele said pouring off the rest of the | |||
bottle into their glasses. | |||
"I never had a doubt sar. Good tequila never lasts very long." Corbett | |||
said raising his glass. | |||
"No it never does." Steele agreed. | |||
"On another note I am concerned about what happened today. There was no | |||
excuse for it." Corbett said his voice tinged with anger | |||
"It was an accident." The Captain said not sure where this was going. "In | |||
fact Gar is trying to get to the bottom of it as we speak." | |||
"I wasn't talking about the accident, no one could have foresee such a | |||
thing happening. I'm talking about the trauma team. My medics are good | |||
men, but their response time today was unacceptable." | |||
"I won't second guess you doctor, but it seemed to me they got to | |||
Engineering just a minute or two after we did." | |||
"As far as an emergency is concerned they were late. I don't ever want to | |||
see treatment delayed to any patient on this ship." | |||
"I take it you're going somewhere with this?" Steele asked. | |||
"Yes I am. I've looked over the ship's crew roster and I found that a few | |||
departments have personnel who have qualified as medics. The trouble is | |||
they're not in key departments. I want to cross train personnel from | |||
Engineering, Auxiliary Control, and the Bridge as medics. I want someone | |||
around who can render aid until me, or one of my team gets there. It | |||
could be the difference between life and death for the crew and the ship." | |||
"I agree that it would be useful to have a medic in those departments, go | |||
ahead and start your cross training program as long as it doesn't | |||
interfere with their primary duties. | |||
"That's fair. One other thing before you head out Captain. How much combat | |||
do you think this ship will see?" | |||
"I don't really know. It would be nice to think we will be on peaceful | |||
missions of exploration, but we both know that may not always be the | |||
case." Steele said then chiding him. "Why doctor don't tell me you're | |||
afraid of a little phaser fire." | |||
"Pasers, no." Corbett said shaking his head. "Transporters now that's a | |||
different story entirely." | |||
"So why the combat question?" Steele asked | |||
"After my teams performance today I want to make sure my department and | |||
every department on this ship knows what to do in a mass casualty | |||
situation. I'd like to run a mass casualty drill and usurp some cargo | |||
bay space as a mock triage and holding area." | |||
"Again that's a reasonable request, one we should implement as soon as | |||
possible. I'll let the senior staff know I'm in agreement. However, the | |||
department heads may have some questions for you." Steele replied. | |||
"I welcome the exchange sar. I never want anyone to say I wasn't | |||
thinking about the crew and fell down medically." | |||
"Quite the contrary doctor," Steele said pushing his chair back and | |||
standing. "Medically I've heard you're one of the best and given what | |||
I've seen I have to agree with them; however ethically…" | |||
"Yes, yes I know." Corbett said interrupting him. "My moral character | |||
flaws could be used as a template for the most ruthless of badly behaved | |||
Orions." | |||
"So you know the rumors." Steele said smiling and headed for the door. | |||
"Night doctor and it's good to have you aboard." | |||
"Thank you Captain." Corbett said as the door to his office closed then | |||
added to himself. "I just hope neither of us regrets it." | |||
Respectfully Submitted, | |||
Steve Apple | |||
Stile Corbett, MD | |||
MED, USS Hood NCC-1703 | |||
ASR ORIGINS | |||
</PRE> | |||
==[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: Cory Cory Cory== | |||
===by [[Mansur_Brian|Mansur, Brian]]=== | |||
<PRE> | |||
Scene: Junior Officer's Quarters, USS HOOD | |||
SD 2260.168 | |||
Merrick clenched his fist until his nails dug into his palms. He so much wanted | |||
to strangle Cory Campbell that he was seriously doubting the wisdom of dealing | |||
with the man just now. The man was practically untouchable and Merrick darn | |||
well knew it. Punishing Cory too severely might end both Steele's *and* | |||
Merrick's careers. | |||
But as the First Officer, it was Merrick's job to deal with delinquent junior | |||
officers like Campbell. Besides which, Campbell had served under Merrick when | |||
he had been Chief Engineer. This would not be their first unpleasant | |||
conversation. | |||
The new(est) Chief Engineer, Gar Th'elenth, had offered to be present. Full | |||
Andorian intimidation mode could be an effective behavioral modifier. Merrick | |||
had politely declined the help. He knew Gar would have plenty of chances to | |||
lean on Cory in the future. For something this volatile, Merrick thought it | |||
best for the HOOD that they expose the fewest number to a politcally unsavory | |||
situation. | |||
And at the end of the day, Merrick sighed inwardly, Cory was not a bad person. | |||
He was just a 40 year old, self-absorbed child with a fair genius for computer | |||
engineering systems. Now, that child had to get time out and a lecture. | |||
After announcing himself, Merrick solomly tread into the newly demoted ensign's | |||
quarters. They were "regulation" cluttered as befitting the unspoken standard | |||
of living conditions among engineers. Cory, having a presence of mind for once, | |||
had actually come to attention. | |||
Merrick shook his head in utter frustration. He stared at Cory for long | |||
moments. He saw in him a big kid who knew he was in trouble and was ego | |||
stroking his parents in hopes of receiving the least inconvenient punishment | |||
possible. Merrick wondered: did he care about the man his carelessness had | |||
injured? Was there a twinge of conscience deep down. Of empathy? Of real | |||
regret? Would Merrick be wasting his time if he even asked? | |||
Merrick decided to get to the point. "We really can't have you screwing up | |||
anymore Campbell. You pull stunts like yesterday again and quite simply your | |||
teflon status won't matter anymore. You have a new supervisor. In case you | |||
haven't met him, he's an Andorian. You do know what that means right? | |||
A semblance of understanding played across Cory's face. | |||
"Why in the world do you even want to be out here Cory? Since you came abord, | |||
you've royally mess things up as much as you've helped." | |||
Something in Cory seemed to break. | |||
"Commander," he stammered. "I'd like to think I'm here for the same reasons | |||
everyone else is." | |||
"Meaning?" | |||
"Well, what better place is there to be? Where else is the great adventure?" | |||
Merrick felt a sting of pain and, to his surpise, a stab of jealousy. | |||
"You selfish idiot! Is that why the doc has to patch up my people? Because | |||
Cory wants an adventure? People die out here You almost killed one of them | |||
yesterday. It isn't fun cleaning up after you Cory. You got that?!" | |||
"Yes sir," he said meekly. "I .. I want to help." | |||
"Then get in line. Get out of line again and I swear to you that you'll spend | |||
the reset of your tour in the brig. I'll do whatever it takes to keep my people | |||
safe from you. As it is you're confined until the Captain feels like letting | |||
you run loose again." | |||
NRPG: Just wrapping up the loose ends of the engineering accident. | |||
Respectfully Submitted, | |||
Brian V. Mansur | |||
LCDR Sean Merrick | |||
FO/NAV, USS HOOD | |||
</PRE> | |||
==[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: There Will Be Blood== | |||
===by [[Mansur_Brian|Mansur, Brian]]=== | |||
<PRE> | |||
Scene: Klingon Ship Yards, Jutoige System. | |||
SD 2260.168 | |||
Klingon Commodore Koreth took a minute to appreciate the magnificent view | |||
outside his shore office's window. He beheld the empire's newest B-10 | |||
Dreadnaught, the BLOOD OATH. Its gleaming greenish grey hull shown brilliantly | |||
in the worklights of drydock and the sight swelled his heart with pride. | |||
All around the B10 were signs of feverish activity. He watched flickering | |||
welding arcs across the dorsal port nacelle: extra armor plating being applied. | |||
Shuttles and cargo pods glided gracefully to and from loading bays. Warriors | |||
and technicians could be seen moving across the airlock bridge. | |||
He checked his chrono. The BLOOD OATH would be fully provisioned for her first | |||
mission in less than forty hours. | |||
Wholly satisfied with his view, Koreth didn't even bother to turn when his aide, | |||
Captain Par'rick, entered the office. | |||
"My lord," Par'rick began, "Word came just a few minutes ago. The High | |||
Chancellor has given us the order to launch." | |||
Koreth allowed the side of his mouth to creep upward. He gripped at the hilt of | |||
his d'k tahg in anticipation. "Are the Federation forces sending what we had | |||
hoped for?" | |||
"According to Intelligence, we can expect one of their newest battlecruisers to | |||
be in the area sometime in the next few months." | |||
Now Koreth was smiling. The promise of battle called out to his blood. "Do we | |||
have the name of the ship yet?" | |||
"Not as yet. We may not get the name until after the operation has begun." | |||
Koreth was in too good a mood now, so he merely shrugged. "A minor ingredient. | |||
The dish will hardly be lacking for it." | |||
"As you say, my lord," Captain Par'rick hadn't seen his commander this abulient | |||
since, well, since the NARANDA incident. | |||
"What of the supply tugs," Koreth waved at the flotilla of box-like vessels | |||
several bays down from the B10. "Will they be ready in time?" | |||
Captain Par'rick wanted to laugh. "The new support commander is living up to his | |||
reputation. I hear he actually skinned a dock loader this morning. The pelt is | |||
still hanging in the muster deck. | |||
Koreth snarled approvingly, "Then we will rely on the logistics train to leave | |||
with us on schedule for a change." Turning now to his subordinate, Koreth | |||
remarked, "New blood. New motivation." | |||
"Indeed, my lord." | |||
Koreth walked up to Par'rick and clasped his shoulder. "You see my old friend, | |||
our humiliation at Nero's hand is serving a better purpose just as I said." He | |||
let go and moved to his desk. On it lay a piece of his old warbird, the | |||
Mar'i'kep, which he had lost to Nero. He fingered it affectionately. Through it | |||
called the voices of a hundred warriors. In his mind, they shouted, | |||
"Redemption!" After such a crushing defeat, only great deeds could win back the | |||
honor they had lost. This mission would be the first step toward rebuilding that | |||
honor. | |||
"Let me know when the provisioning is completed and I'll make my inspection," | |||
Koreth said, snapping out of his reverie. | |||
Par'rick took note of his dismissal, saluted with a sharp "Qapla' joHwI!" and | |||
exited the Commodore's office. Koreth returned to his battle plans. | |||
It would not be long before the Klingons Empire would be ready for its war of | |||
conquest. | |||
Ironically, that pa-TAK Nero had made it all possible. Power often made one | |||
foolish. It had certainly made the mightiest of fools out of the Klingon High | |||
Council. They had been the ones to blindly send the bulk of their fleet against | |||
Nero. Instead of testing their enemy first for weaknesses, everyone from the | |||
chancellor to the council to the fleet commodore had agreed to simply throw | |||
everything they could at the brazen intruder. | |||
That day they had learned the value of probing their enemy first. But the lesson | |||
had cost the Klingon Empire far too much. For their ignominious failure, much of | |||
the council had been swiftly put to death in an unrelenting string of Succession | |||
Challenges that lasted two days. Klingon honor demanded no less to remedy their | |||
shame. After all, a mighty Klingon armada had been defeated by just one single | |||
ship. By a single *MINING* ship! BY A SINGLE KAH'LES DAMNED *ROMULAN* MINING | |||
SHIP!!! | |||
Thank Kah'less that the new Chancellor was an able warrior: bold but shrewd. At | |||
his direction, Koreth would lure one of the Federation's best ships into battle | |||
along the deep space frontier. It would serve as an effective test of both | |||
sides' newest starship designs, tactics, and training. | |||
Koreth almost envied his Federation prey. Their valiant deaths would be fit for | |||
a Klingon. But he did not expect them to appreciate the glorious defeat he would | |||
give them. | |||
NRPG: A mission brief will be forthcoming in the next day or two. Basically, we | |||
are being tasked to find out why some deep range colonies are silent. Time to | |||
go forth and do great deeds! | |||
Respectfully Submitted, | |||
Brian V. Mansur | |||
LCDR Sean Merrick | |||
FO/NAV, USS HOOD | |||
</PRE> | |||
==[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: "Cleanup in Aisle Everywhere"== | |||
===by [[Lusby_Scott|Lusby, Scott]]=== | |||
<PRE> | |||
SD: 2260.168 | |||
MD: -5.1314 | |||
Setting: Main engineering, O-Deck, USS HOOD | |||
Lieutenant Commander Gar Th'elenth was in a decidedly POOR mood. And, as he | |||
rubbed his pale-blue head, it was not getting any better. | |||
So far, in his first few days as the Chief of Engineering, he's had two crew | |||
injured- one serious enough to put him out of commission for several weeks- | |||
and cascading failures of terminals, EPS taps and junctions all over the | |||
ship. | |||
Surely the gods must be testing him... | |||
A few good things came out of everything, however: first and most | |||
importantly, they learned that they had a top-notch doctor amongst them. | |||
Which, on a starship, was good to know. | |||
Secondly, Gar continued to muse, the cascading failure of systems and taps | |||
ended up being a simple explanation: Cory Campbell. | |||
Th'elenth had wanted to tear the sorry excuse for an officer apart for | |||
accidentally activating the ship's 'chaos system'- no small feat seeing as | |||
how the button to activate the system was under one of those ubiquitous | |||
clear plastic shields. True, not the most fool-proof of systems, but still | |||
not easy to accidentally set off. | |||
Of course, now he would make certain the system could not be set off by | |||
accident again- especially if Cory Campbell was going to continue to be | |||
working in the same area. | |||
He glanced down at the tablet in front of him: the repair schedule, and it | |||
was full. The DamCon teams were not very happy at all, but Gar managed to | |||
turn the whole matter into a combat exercise, so at least there was | |||
something productive there as well: his teams would be well-drilled in | |||
combat damage control procedures... | |||
At that moment, Th'elenth's stomach growled. Without a second thought, he | |||
dropped the tablet onto his desk, and lifted himself from his chair. He | |||
walked out of his office, and called to his assistant. "I'm at lunch- don't | |||
bother me unless the ship's about to explode." | |||
As he walked through the doors of engineering and into the corridor, there | |||
was a part of him that thought that that exact occurrence might just happen. | |||
***** | |||
MD: -5.1326 | |||
Setting: Officer's Mess, D-Deck, USS HOOD | |||
Gar walked through the doors and into the mess hall, hoping that perhaps a | |||
nice bite to eat would improve his disposition. | |||
He ordered his food; when it came out, he brought the plate up to his nose, | |||
and inhaled deeply, grinning. | |||
"And what are you grinning at today, Gar?" ARr'Rhiana Hemux asked, mimicking | |||
his won grin. | |||
"I acquired a taste for le-matya chops several years ago," he said. "Can't | |||
get'em any more, but fortunately the food replicators have them in their | |||
program." He paused, shrugging. "Not quite the same as the real thing, you | |||
understand, but an acceptable alternative- especially after the couple of | |||
days we've had." | |||
Hemux nodded. "I hear that," she said as she ordered her lunch. | |||
The two of them sat at an empty table and, in between morsels of meat, | |||
vegetables and starches, had an interesting conversation about nothing in | |||
particular. | |||
By the time lunch was over, Gar was in a decidedly better mood. | |||
<Dave? Care to add anything? Specifics of the conversation? Warp | |||
theories? :) > | |||
<<NRPG>> | |||
All- Just getting something short out before we get into our mission. :) | |||
Respectfully submitted, | |||
-- Scott Lusby | |||
/\ LCDR Gar Th'elenth | |||
Chief Engineer | |||
USS HOOD NCC-1703 | |||
ASR: ORIGINS | |||
</PRE> | |||
==[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: You're a Big Hero!== | |||
===by [[Cajiuat_Eric|Cajiuat, Eric]]=== | |||
<PRE> | |||
SD 2260.169 | |||
"I'm telling you, it WASN'T me!" Chance Ventura pounded on his cell wall | |||
in frustration, "You've got the wrong guy!" | |||
"Sure, sure," the burly security officer on duty (whom Chance learned | |||
earlier was named Nek, probably for the massive column of flesh that | |||
supported his bald head) didn't even look up from his PADD as he sipped a | |||
cold cup of coffee. "It was someone ELSE who started the fight in the | |||
bar... he just looked a lot like you." | |||
Chance ran his fingers through his hair angrily. "Well, no, that was me, | |||
but the other guy was hassling some girl." | |||
The security officer didn't even look up. "You're a big hero." | |||
"You are SO messing with Starfleet protocol here, sir!" Chance tried one | |||
more time, "I'm the new helmsman for the Hood and YOU'RE going to be the | |||
one explaining to the Captain why we're still sitting in spacedock instead | |||
of being enroute to our next mission. Besides, I'm under his authority in | |||
these matters, not yours!" | |||
That actually provoked a response. Unfortunately, it wasn't a good one. | |||
"Oh really?" Nek slipped his booted feet off his desk and spun in his | |||
chair to face Chance for the first time. "How much time do you need for | |||
me to explain to you exactly how little Starfleet protocol means to mean? | |||
It didn't stop me from getting kicked out of the Academy, and it's not | |||
going to help you out here. Not one bit. So sit down, relax and if you | |||
know what's good for you, shut up and we'll talk in the morning." | |||
Respectfully, | |||
Eric Cajiuat | |||
Ensign Chance Ventura | |||
HELM, USS HOOD NCC 1703 | |||
ASR ORIGINS | |||
</PRE> | |||
==[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: And So It Begins== | |||
===by [[Catterick_Andy|Catterick, Andy]]=== | |||
<PRE> | |||
SD: 2260.170.20:30 | |||
MD: 0.07:00 | |||
Scene: Admiral Palmer’s Briefing Room | |||
“Have a seat gentlemen.” Plamer said without preamble as Steele and | |||
Merrick entered her briefing room. “Captain what is HOOD’s status?” | |||
“We’re ready to depart at the conclusion of this meeting admiral.” | |||
“Good. You’ll need to.” She turned her attention to her computer | |||
terminal and entered a few commands before swiveling in her chair to | |||
regard the wall monitor that had just come to life. The top half | |||
showed a large expanse in red below a similar one shaded in blue. | |||
A white line meandered across the screen dividing them roughly in half | |||
denoting the neutral zone between the two polities. “This is Outpost | |||
five, six and seven. Over the past three weeks each of them has | |||
dropped off the grid. Five and six just went silent. We got this | |||
from seven.” | |||
The view changed to a still shot of what was obviously an outpost | |||
control room. The room was full of smoke and at least two fires were | |||
raging in the scattered debris in the background. Several officers | |||
were slumped over controls one with a large piece of a support strut | |||
impaled through his back. Steele’s first thought was, ‘that’s Tom | |||
Robertson’. They had been friends in the Academy and had occasionally | |||
bumped into each other over the years. He has heard Tom had been | |||
promoted to command of an outpost but he didn’t know it was out on the | |||
Neutral Zone. That was a prestigious posting, and a dangerous one. | |||
The video began. “….repeat we our under attacker by unknown vessel or | |||
vessels. Re….immediate assistance. Came out of nowh…irst sign was | |||
subspace jam... sensors picked up large vessel but am unable to | |||
ascertain class or origin.” The room bucked after taking another hit | |||
and someone off camera began to scream. “Command we need…” The screen | |||
went dark and Steele knew he had just watched his friend Tom die. | |||
“Comments?” | |||
“A probe.” Steele answered. “Testing out defences. Possibly clearing | |||
a path for an incursion.” Steele pointedly did not use the word | |||
invasion. “Or maybe provoking us, seeing what our response will be.” | |||
“You think the Klingons want to tangle with a CONSITUTION? See if they | |||
are up to all the hype?” Merrick asked. | |||
Steele nodded. “Makes sense. Better to find out at a time of their | |||
choosing rather then one beneficial to us.” | |||
“That’s is Commands conclusions as well. And while the general | |||
consensus is that our attackers are Klingons there is no evidence | |||
whatsoever that it is, other then the proximity to their space.” | |||
“So they’ve wiped out three outposts to bait us. Isn’t that an act of | |||
war.” Merrick asked. | |||
“It is.” Palmer agreed. “If it was sanctioned by the Klingon government.” | |||
Steele nodded. “So if we go out there and they are able to take us out. | |||
No one knows anything and if we managed to identify them as Klingons and | |||
send them packing?” | |||
“Exactly. The Klingon government denies any official knowledge of the | |||
incursion and puts it down to an overzealous Klingon commander acting on | |||
his own.” | |||
“And the Federation isn’t going to push? Anyone can see though that smoke | |||
screen.” | |||
“The Federation is not looking to start a war with the Klingons at this | |||
time. HOOD is the only starship in the area. I’ve dispatched the | |||
destroyers CUMBERLAND and DIEPPE to assist but they are several days behind. | |||
Given the nature of the threat we can’t seem to be hesitating. We need to | |||
respond quickly and decisively. Your mission is to go out there ascertain | |||
the situation and make sure that whoever it is that has launched these | |||
attacks understands that we aren’t planning on allowing them through the | |||
door. Clear?” | |||
“Yes sir.” Steele answered. | |||
“Good hunting gentlemen.” | |||
***** ***** ***** | |||
Scene: Main Corridor, Starbase 27. | |||
Jack flipped open his communicator. “Steele to HOOD.” | |||
[HOOD here. Commander Th'elenth.] | |||
“Commander, Mr. Merrick and I are on our way back to the ship. | |||
As soon as we come aboard I want HOOD to break orbit. Set course for the | |||
neutral zone warp factor five.” | |||
[Understood captain.] | |||
“Thank you Gar. Steele out.” He flipped the communicator | |||
closed and attached it to his waist belt. “So what do you think?” | |||
“I think that I was expecting our first mission to be a milk run | |||
and as much as I was dreading that being true I’m suddenly missing it. | |||
This has got nasty trap written all over it.” | |||
“It does.” Steele agreed. “I just hope we arrive before | |||
Outpost 8 goes down.” | |||
“At least they have much better defences then the other three.” | |||
Outposts 5, 6 and 7 had been dug into large stationary asteroids. | |||
Outpost 8 was actually on a planet and was a fairly large facility and acted | |||
as the headquarters for this section of the Neutral Zoan early warning grid. | |||
They had little in the way of weapons but their defensive shielding was | |||
surprisingly strong. They wouldn’t be able to hold off an attacker firing | |||
from orbit forever. But they could hold out much longer then their smaller | |||
sisters. Jack just hoped it would be long enough. | |||
<<<NRPG>>> | |||
And so it begins. | |||
From here we will journey out towards Outpost 7 with the goal of finding any | |||
evidence as to who the attacker is and where they are. As we get closer we’ll | |||
get an alert form Outpost 8 that they are under attack. As we arrive we’ll | |||
see a Klingon cruiser warping out of the system. HOOD will stop in orbit long | |||
enough to drop down a support team containing, engineers, medics and a large | |||
security contingent. (perhaps the Klingons beamed down some of their troopers) | |||
From their HOOD will chase the cruiser. | |||
If you have a preference of where you want your character to be let me know. | |||
(I’m sure you can field a NPC or two so you can write for both submissions is | |||
you so desire.) | |||
Now who will command the Landing Party in this TOS era mission? ;-) | |||
Respectfully, | |||
Andy | |||
CDR Jack Steele | |||
Acting CO | |||
USS HOOD NCC 1703 | |||
ASR ORIGINS | |||
</PRE> | |||
==[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: Saddle Up!== | |||
===by [[Mansur_Brian|Mansur, Brian]]=== | |||
<PRE> | |||
SD 2260.175 | |||
Scene: Conference Room, USS HOOD | |||
"Captain on the deck!" | |||
As one, the HOOD's senior staff jumped to their feet. Inwardly, Steele felt a | |||
twinge of awe at the responsibility this simple act represented. It brought a | |||
sense of "Oh crap, I really have to make this work or people die and the're | |||
looking to me for direction." In that sobering light, the glory attached to | |||
Captain's rank didn't seem all that important as it once did when he'd been a | |||
junior officer. | |||
Forcing doubt out of his mind, Steele went straight to his chair. | |||
"Have a seat everyone. This will be quick." | |||
He made a brief measuring survey of the faces at the table. Everyone seemed to | |||
understand something serious was going down. He didn't disappoint them. | |||
"Outposts 5, 6, and 7 along the farthest end of the Klingon Neutral Zone just | |||
went silent. All within the last 48 hours." He heard a tiny gasp from | |||
AR'Rhiana Hemux and Powers. Half of room traded astonished glances. Steele | |||
raised his voice in urgency. "We have confirmation that Outpost 7 was attacked | |||
by an unknown vessel. No word as yet on numbers 5 and 6 but we are assuming the | |||
same happened there." | |||
"Damn Klingons," DeSimms muttered. The comment drew murmurs of agreement. | |||
"Probably," Steele concurred. "We're going to conduct search and rescue | |||
beginning at Outpost 7. It's first on the road to Outpost 8 which is hollering | |||
for some company. At each post along the way, LT ARr'Rahiana will scan for | |||
evidence of whomever did this." | |||
Steele took a breath. | |||
"We're not at war yet, but we could very well be soon. Expect a fight. So, | |||
while we're en route, I want all departments participating in the mass cal and | |||
boarding party action drills Doc Corbett, DeSimms, and Merrick will be running. | |||
Questions?" | |||
NRPG: Everyone feel free to jump in on the fun with the drills. Post on that | |||
will be forthcoming later today. | |||
Respectfully Submitted, | |||
Brian V. Mansur | |||
LCDR Sean Merrick | |||
FO/NAV, USS HOOD NCC-1703 | |||
</PRE> | |||
==[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: Big Damn Drill - Red vs Gold! - JP== | |||
===by [[Belin_Daniel|Belin, Daniel]]; [[Apple_Steve|Apple, Steve]]; [[Mansur_Brian|Mansur, Brian]]=== | |||
<PRE> | |||
SD 2260.174 | |||
[ 24 Hours Before Mission Briefing in [ORIGINS] USS HOOD: Saddle Up! ] | |||
Scene: Brig, USS HOOD | |||
The door tone rang and DeSimms looked up from a pile of paperwork. Who the hell | |||
needed him now, he wondered. | |||
His first visitor that day had been a lovely young woman who turned out to be | |||
his SECXO. His second, however, had been engineering's Now-Ensign Campbell. | |||
That piece of work left him feeling less than hospitable. Still, he reflected, | |||
the record on pretty things walking through his door did stand at 1 for 2. Not | |||
too awful bad. So he pressed the ENTER button. | |||
The man standing in the door wore a medical division uniform. His old-style | |||
'cowboy' hat lent a air of boldness to his eyes. DeSimms assumed this was the | |||
new medical officer, Dr. Stile Corbett. Swallowing his mild disappointment at | |||
the doc not being a beautiful woman, he welcomed him in. | |||
"What can I do for you, Doctor?" | |||
"Lieutenant DeSimms, I prasume," Corbett drawled. | |||
"That would be me." | |||
"Pleased to make your acquaintance," the Doctor said with a hardy handshake. | |||
Then he frowned and adjusted his hat. "I need your help with a matter of some | |||
grave importance. After that mishap in engineering, I noticed that this ship is | |||
a bit behind on its disaster response." Corbett suddenly noticed something over | |||
DeSimms' shoulder. | |||
"Is that a Colt Python on the wall back there?" he asked in awe. | |||
"Why yes it is." DeSimms was tickled. He'd met precious few in Starfleet who | |||
could appreciate a fine antique weapon. And the last person he'd expected to | |||
notice his Python was a physician. He beamed. "It's the pride of my | |||
collection. Matter of fact," he added with chagrin, "it is the only one that | |||
works exactly as it's supposed to." | |||
Corbett put his left boot on the chair next to him. The Security Chief raised | |||
an eyebrow. "You might like this," Corbett said, pulling up his trouser leg | |||
and slipping his revolver from its ankle holster. Gingerly, he handed it to | |||
DeSimms. "This sar is a .38 Colt Cobra. It has been the backup gun for every | |||
Texas Ranger named Corbett for the last 300 years. My daddy passed it to me just | |||
before he died." | |||
DeSimms took up the revolver almost reverently. "Very nice indeed doctor." | |||
"Thank you sar. It is one of my prized pieces. More for sentimental reasons | |||
than anything else, of course. Though I have to say the trigger action is very | |||
smooth. It's nice to see someone else aboard who enjoys vintage firearms." | |||
DeSimms handed back the Colt. Returning to business, he said, "So tell me, | |||
where you want to go with these drills? If we are going to do full scale | |||
emergency drills, we should also do heavy combat and security alert scenarios as | |||
well." | |||
"I agree," the doctor said. "The drill needs to be shipwide. The crew needs | |||
to know what to do with the wounded in heavy combat. | |||
"My plan is to set up mock triage and emergency surgical areas in cargo bays 4 | |||
through 6. From there, critical patients will be transferred to main sickbay for | |||
further surgical and medical treatment. I will have 6 trauma teams dispatched to | |||
critical areas of the ship to deliver immediate care and transport those | |||
patients to the cargo bays. I wanted to cover some of the logistics with you. | |||
With security drills added to the mix, we should get our people aware of each | |||
other's deployment plans so that they aren't running over each other." | |||
"I like it," DeSimms said. He moved over to his Colt Python and pulled it down | |||
for Corbett to have a closer look. "Come to think of it, I wonder what the FO | |||
would think about NAV and HELM playing our adversaries." | |||
They both smiled wolfishly. | |||
[ 6 hours AFTER the Mission Briefing in [ORIGINS] USS HOOD: Saddle Up! ] | |||
Scene: Bridge, USS HOOD | |||
Merrick eased himself into the captain's chair and played a finger over the | |||
shipwide mic switch. The salutory "whooowuu" sounded through every deck and | |||
cabin of the HOOD. | |||
"Attention all hands," his voice echoed. He spared a quick wink at the doctor | |||
standing by his side. The fun was about to begin. "This is the First Officer. | |||
This is an exercise. General Quarters!" | |||
Klaxons immediately blared and the bridge lights switched to crimson filters. | |||
He went up to the helm station, tapped a sequence, then gripped the edge of the | |||
station. The ship shuddered briefly. | |||
The navigator on duty piped up. "Shields down, Commander. Damage to decks C, | |||
D, J, and M." | |||
"Dispatch damage control teams," he ordered. Presently, he slid back into his | |||
chair and slapped a switch. "Merrick to transporter room. Ready with the first | |||
wave of boarders." | |||
[ I'm going to kick your ass, Merrick ] came Steele's mischievious reply. He | |||
and ENS Ventura were leading the simulated Klingon attack. [ Transporting now. | |||
] | |||
A few moments passed. | |||
"Intruder alert J deck, forward weapons control, sir," came Powers' cool voice | |||
from Communications. | |||
"Security teams to foward weapons," Merrick ordered. Aside to Corbett he added | |||
conspiratorially, "Next time maybe we'll assault sick bay." | |||
Corbett leaned in. "Where's tha sport in that? The medics would wipe you out | |||
so fast that there would be nothing for anyone else to do but clean up the | |||
mess." | |||
Merrick smiled and waved him off. "Speaking of a mess." He hit the comm, | |||
"ARr'Rhiana Hemux, cue your mass casualties." Then to Corbett he said, "Go | |||
have fun doc." | |||
NRPG (Brian): It's RED vs GOLD! Scott, you may have noticed that your damage | |||
control teams are headed to J deck where the boarding parties are. Hope you're | |||
with the redshirts. David, your science department casualties are also | |||
role-playing there. Anyone can jump in on the action. Grab a phaser and set it | |||
to stun! | |||
Eric, you there buddy? You've got a team to lead into role-playing glory. | |||
Andy, since the Gold shirts are pretending to be Klingons, Steele might want to | |||
watch his back. Ventura's first duty as an officer is to assasignate him <EG>. | |||
Respectfully Submitted Jointly by, | |||
Daniel Belin | |||
LT John DeSimms | |||
SEC, USS HOOD NCC-1703 | |||
Steve Apple | |||
LT Stile H. Corbett | |||
MED, USS HOOD NCC-1703 | |||
Brian V. Mansur | |||
LCDR Sean Merrick | |||
FO, USS HOOD NCC-1703 | |||
</PRE> | |||
==[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: "Seeing Gold"== | |||
===by [[Lusby_Scott|Lusby, Scott]]=== | |||
<PRE> | |||
SD: 2260.175 | |||
MD: 1.1458 (About 6 hours after the mission briefing in "Saddle Up!") | |||
Setting: Main Engineering, O-Deck, USS HOOD | |||
Lieutenant Commander Gar Th'elenth took a moment to glance at his situation | |||
display, and, seeing as how nothing had changed since the LAST time he'd | |||
looked 35 seconds ago, he sighed, and his antennae shuffled. | |||
Gar wasn't sure why he was so anxious, and told himself that feeling so was | |||
ridiculous at this point, as he had his department organized and ready: one | |||
of his lieutenants was devoted solely to the health and happiness of the | |||
warp core and engines, and was assisted by one of the new ensigns on board; | |||
he had officers supervising the maintenance of ship's phasers and photon | |||
torpedoes, another the maintenance of its shields and point-defense systems, | |||
each assisted by a junior officer; he had still another officer supervising | |||
the maintenance of the ship's electro-plasma systems, and another | |||
supervising the smaller impulse engine room up on F-Deck. | |||
On top of this, Gar had put another officer in charge of the life-support | |||
systems, which not only included the air, food and water systems, but also | |||
the artificial gravity systems and the inertial dampeners; he definitely | |||
wanted someone with an eye on those at all times. | |||
These divisions within Engineering accounted for roughly half of his | |||
personnel. | |||
The other half were assigned to the department's largest division: Damage | |||
Control. This division was headed by his assistant Chief Engineer and | |||
supported by the remaining officer allotted to him by Personnel. DC was | |||
made up of over 100 ratings and crewmen, grouped into small 6-person teams, | |||
each with a balance of specialties when practical. | |||
Gar had been drilling his new divisions for the past few days as a | |||
department, letting his engineers get a feel for doing their jobs under the | |||
'controlled chaos' that so often accompanied combat situations. And they | |||
were getting better, after a rough start: 5 days ago, it was taking way too | |||
long to get the teams to their proper battle stations. But the last day and | |||
a half had seen marked improvements; their responses weren't fluid- | |||
yet...but they were working in that direction. He was proud of the progress | |||
his department had made in such a short time. | |||
He sighed again as he glanced at the time on his console- 1501 hours. | |||
**I just hope that they do as well as they had been in a ship-wide drill,** | |||
he thought just as the ship's comm whistled. | |||
[[[This is the First Officer. This is an exercise. General Quarters!]]] | |||
Gar glanced up at his assistant. "All right- let's go!" Gar shouted. "All | |||
teams to battle stations!" | |||
As officers, ratings and crewmen scurried around engineering like so many | |||
ants, the ship shuddered. Instantly, Gar saw several icons on his master | |||
status change from green to yellow, even to red in some cases. | |||
"Shields are down- let's get DC-3 down there to help the Shield techs get | |||
them back up," Gar said to his assistant next to him, trying to project a | |||
calm demeanor amongst the escalating fury. | |||
"Aye, Commander," the assistant shouted, and began routing the teams. | |||
"We also need to get damage control teams to C, D, J and M-decks; send EPS | |||
and Life-Support teams along with them," Gar added. | |||
"Aye, Commander," his assistant repeated. "Damage control teams to C, D, J | |||
and M-decks; EPS and Life Support teams to C, D, J and M-decks..." | |||
***** | |||
MD: 1.1508 | |||
Setting: J-Deck, near forward weapons control, USS HOOD | |||
Electronics Technician 3rd Class Tam Sh'raavan peered into his tricorder. | |||
"I have a simulated fire at Junction J-17," he said. | |||
"What's causing it?" asked Chief Damage Controlman Antares Kowalczyk, DC-1's | |||
team leader. | |||
"Ruptured EPS junction," Sh'raavan said, his blue antennae wiggling. | |||
"Probably took out the fire suppressions systems in this junction when it | |||
blew." | |||
Kowalczyk nodded. "Alright- seal 'em up, go personal, get out your fire | |||
suppression gear." | |||
Everyone on the team immediately unzipped the hood from the neck of their | |||
suit and, having pulled it tight over their heads, pressed a button. | |||
Suddenly, the hood grew a greenish-tinged mask, covering their entire face | |||
and neck, sealing against the neck of the suit with an audible hiss. | |||
"Personal environmentals operational," Sh'raavan said as he reached around | |||
to his backpack and pulled out the small, red cylinder of fire suppressant. | |||
Normally, the canisters carried a foam specially designed to suppress | |||
electro-plasma fires quickly without damaging the ship's subsystems or pose | |||
a biological threat to the crew. Today, however, since it was a drill, the | |||
triggers had been fitted with a small computer chip, which allowed no fire | |||
suppressant to be released, but gave any tricorder or ship monitoring system | |||
the impression of putting out the fire. | |||
[[[OK- let's move, people,]]] Kowalczyk said, his voice now having a | |||
'canned' quality to it. | |||
As they approached the junction, the ship's comm system whistled in | |||
everyone's ears. [[[Security teams to forward weapons,]]] | |||
Sh'raavan glanced at Kowalczyk. [[[Chief, isn't that where Junction J-17 | |||
--]]] | |||
The Chief cut her off. [[[Yes, it is- now let's get that fire put out | |||
before it spreads and does any more damage," he said. | |||
As they approached the junction, they saw a bunch of shadows dancing on the | |||
wall across from the 'fire.' | |||
Chief Kowalczyk stopped Sh'raavan with an arm across her chest. [[[Wait,]]] | |||
he said. | |||
Glancing over his shoulder, he nodded at one of the newer members of the | |||
engineering department, Crewman Thompson. [[[Go take a peek,]]] he said, | |||
[[[and be CAREFUL.]]] | |||
Thompson grinned beneath his mask. [[[Sure, Chief,]]] he said, and moved to | |||
the corner. | |||
When he got there, he slowly peered around the corner. Carefully, he turned | |||
around and shuffled back to their location. | |||
[[[It's Captain Steele,]]] he said. [[[He's got about a dozen men with him, | |||
and they're all armed.]]] | |||
[[[What are they doing?]]] | |||
[[[It looks like they're trying to cut through the bulkhead to get into | |||
Forward Weapons Control,]]] he said. [[[It's a little hard to tell; all | |||
they're doing is pointing phasers at the bulkhead next to the door.]]] | |||
He glanced at Sh'raavan. [[[The fire's right across from them; it's bound | |||
to be giving them a hard time,]]] he thought. | |||
Sh'raavan nodded. "EPS fires are nothing to play with, Chief,]]] he said. | |||
[[[They'd need to get that fire out themselves if they were seeking to | |||
maintain control of that room.]]] | |||
Kowalczyk shook his head, pulling his phaser out. [[[We can't make that | |||
assumption; they could just as easily be looking to take out our ability to | |||
fight,]]] he said. [[[We can't wait for Security- we have to try to slow | |||
them down and stop them now or we'll never get that fire out.]]] | |||
They all nodded; everyone in the DC team knew that, though there were 13 men | |||
trying to burn a way into Forward Weapons, the biggest threat to their | |||
safety by far was the EPS fire. If they didn't contain it, and soon, they'd | |||
loose the deck...and that would spell disaster- a simulated one, yes, but a | |||
disaster nonetheless. | |||
[[[OK- when we get to the intersection, take two others and run across to | |||
the other side,]]] the Chief said to Sh'raavan. [[[The rest of you take | |||
cover with me and help me lay down some covering fire. Then we take out as | |||
many as we can.]]] | |||
The approached the corner of the junction; Kowlaczyk kneeled down and, | |||
peering around the corner, aimed his weapon and fired. | |||
Of course, nothing happened; however, suddenly, one of the gold-shirted | |||
invasion party's uniform began to chirp loudly, then another, and another. | |||
<<NRPG>> | |||
All- Just getting the war games started. I believe that's REDSHIRTS= 3, | |||
GOLDSHIRTS= NIL. ;) | |||
I'm assuming that Daniel will have a team down here in short order by now. | |||
But who knows what else the Captain has up his sleeve. | |||
And of course there's the small matter of the simulated EPS fire. ;) | |||
I also took the liberty of setting the mission date, since this is the day | |||
our mission really begins. I hope that's OK...I was starting to have some | |||
trouble figuring out what was happening when. | |||
Respectfully Submitted, | |||
-- Scott Lusby | |||
/\ LCDR Gar Th'elenth | |||
Chief Engineering Officer | |||
USS HOOD NCC-1703 | |||
ASR: ORIGINS | |||
And | |||
CDM Antares Kowalczyk | |||
ET3 Tam Sh'raavan | |||
And the rest of Damage Control Team #1 | |||
</PRE> | |||
==[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: Scalpels are a Doctor's Best Friend== | |||
===by [[Apple_Steve|Apple, Steve]]=== | |||
<PRE> | |||
SD: 2260.175 | |||
MD: 1.1458 | |||
[Snip from Brian's Post Big Damn Drill - Red vs Gold] | |||
Merrick smiled and waved him off. "Speaking of a mess." He hit the comm, | |||
"ARr'Rhiana Hemux, cue your mass casualties." Then to Corbett he said, | |||
"Go have fun doc." | |||
[End Snip] | |||
Scene: Bridge, USS HOOD | |||
"I believe I shall sar," Corbett said leaving the XO at the Command Chair. | |||
After a few steps he turned back to the man. "Oh, I almost forgot, please | |||
have someone tell the Red Shirts that the gentleman with the cowboy hat is | |||
on their side." | |||
"I'll be sure to tell them, but you might want to take it off anyway. It | |||
kind of makes you a conspicuous target for some Gold shirted Klingon." | |||
Merrick said smiling. | |||
"Remove my hat sar, in the thick of battle." Corbett responded a look of | |||
mock horror on his face. "That would be sacrilegious sar. Like my ancestors | |||
at the Alamo I shall die with my boots and hat in place." | |||
Corbett turned and headed for the Turbo Lift not waiting for Merrick's | |||
response. | |||
"Corbett to Triage" He said into his communicator. | |||
"Grey here Cowboy." The female voice said. | |||
"Mother, you got wounded coming in from the Science dept. have Dr. Kavlin | |||
prep the surgical and intensive care units down in Sickbay." | |||
"We'll be ready when they get here." She said then added. "Are you heading | |||
here to the cargo bay, or down to sickbay?" | |||
"I'll be moving between both, as well as keeping track of the trauma teams." | |||
He answered. | |||
"Try not to get killed, or do anything stupid." She admonished. | |||
"Yes Mother, Corbett out." He said as he closed the communicator, but as | |||
an afterthought he flipped it back open. "Corbett to Orange Team." | |||
"Orange Team, Pearson here." | |||
"Pearson I want you and your team to stay low. You've got intruders on | |||
J-deck with you and the last thing I need is the team that's supposed to be | |||
rendering aid getting shot up." | |||
"Yes sir, son of a …" Was all Corbett could make out as he heard a loud | |||
chirping sound and the link went dead. | |||
"Damn it Pearson." Corbett yelled as he flipped his communicator closed and | |||
dashed into the Turbo lift. "J-deck." He said to the lift and wondered what | |||
in the hell he was going to do when he got down there. | |||
"Computer," Corbett said as the Turbo lift began its movement to J-deck. | |||
"Working." The metallic voice answered. | |||
"From this Turbo lift how do I get to Forward Weapons Control?" | |||
"The most direct route is to take Turbo lift to J-deck." The computer | |||
answered. | |||
Corbett rolled his eyes and marveled at the literalness of the computer. | |||
"Once the Turbo lift reaches J-deck how do I get to Forward Weapons | |||
Control?" | |||
"Proceed approximately 30 meters from the Turbo lift and at the second | |||
intersection turn left. From there proceed another 25 meters and at the | |||
first intersection turn right and proceed for 10 meters to destination." | |||
The doors to the Turbo lift opened revealing the corridor, its emptiness | |||
eerie. Corbett followed the computers directions, but ducked into the | |||
corridor on the right at the first intersection when he saw a Gold Shirted | |||
Ensign moving stealthily against the wall. After a moment he took a quick | |||
glance around the corner, it was clear and he followed the Ensign at a | |||
safe distance. He could hear the noise grow louder as he approached. | |||
Taking a quick glance around the second corner he saw a group dressed in | |||
red coveralls crouched low and firing phasers at the intersection ahead. | |||
The Gold shirt was moving in behind them trying to pin them down. | |||
Corbett reached for the phaser he had forgotten to bring along. | |||
"Damn it." He cursed to himself. | |||
Then out of instinct his hand went to his boot and the colt cobra pistol | |||
he kept there. He thought about it for a moment, but decided against | |||
shooting the sneaky little Ensign. Instead he reached into the Emergency | |||
Trauma Kit he remembered to bring. | |||
"Pst, hey kid," He whispered loud enough to cause the Ensign to turn | |||
toward him. | |||
The Ensigns eyes went wide as he turned and his personal sensor started | |||
chirping. Immediately three of the men in red coverall's turned and | |||
fired toward the chirping causing Corbett to drop to the deck before his | |||
own sensor triggered due to friendly fire. | |||
"He's down already." Corbett said to the men then stood and clapping the | |||
kid on the shoulder "It's over son, I'm sorry." | |||
"But how, you didn't even have a phaser?" The Ensign asked. | |||
"Never bring a knife to a gun fight unless you're a surgeon." Corbett | |||
replied smiling as he held up his laser scalpel. "I just triggered your | |||
sensor, they're the ones that actually phasered you." | |||
"That's not fair." The Ensign complained. | |||
"Sure kid and shooting an unarmed doctor would have been." | |||
"I wouldn'…" The Ensign stopped himself and nodded at the doctor as he | |||
headed toward the turbo lift. | |||
"Wait a minute kid I'll take that." Corbett said grabbing the man's | |||
phaser and then he turned and ran back down the hall to the men in red | |||
coveralls. | |||
"What the hell are you doing down here doc." One of the men asked as | |||
Corbett slid down next to them. | |||
"Doing something stupid to be sure," Corbett said then asked. "Who's in | |||
charge here?" | |||
"Me, Chief Kowlaczyk unless you want the job." | |||
"Absolutely not sar, being a figure of authority goes against my ethics. | |||
I'm now your new field medic." | |||
"That's good cause your team got its ticket punched awhile ago by the | |||
Captain." | |||
"Well then I would say revenge is in order." | |||
Respectfully Submitted, | |||
Steve Apple | |||
Dr. Stile Corbett | |||
CMO, USS HOOD NCC-1703 | |||
ASR: ORIGINS | |||
</PRE> | |||
==[ORIGINS]USS HOOD: Assignment Mayhem== | |||
===by [[Catterick_Andy|Catterick, Andy]]=== | |||
<PRE> | |||
SD 2260.178 | |||
Steele watched as three of his team went down. It was more | |||
then he had hoped but less then he had feared. Raising his communicator | |||
he shouted “Now!” He turned and looked to his team. “Ready?” They all | |||
were. He did a mental five count. “Let’s Go!” In unison they sprang | |||
around the corridor to find the Red shirted attackers having spun around | |||
to see the rest of Gold team closing in on them from behind. Now they | |||
had Steele and the rest boxing them in. Gold team lost two more but they | |||
made quick work of the defenders. With a nod to the umpire who was | |||
diligently letting everyone know who was dead and who was injured the | |||
gold shirts headed down the corridor. When they got to the main | |||
intersection Steele turned to face them. “Alright, you all know you’re | |||
missions. Do your best to take your objectives but I’ll be happy with as | |||
much mayhem as you can muster along the way.” With a lopsided grin | |||
Steele, Ensign Campell and Crewman Saunders sprinted down the corridor | |||
and then began to climb down one of the service ladders. | |||
Steele knew that his team would eventually lose. It had too | |||
for many reason not least of which being that it would be terrible for | |||
morale if the ship was taken or even destroyed by the invading ‘Klingons’. | |||
Not that he and his team weren’t trying very hard to achieve either of | |||
those goals. But he was more interested in providing the rest of the crew | |||
the opportunity to test their skills and their ingenuity as they worked as | |||
a team to save the ship and each other. And of course Murphy’s Law would | |||
raise its ugly head and throw a few spanners into the works. But that | |||
would provide important lessons to be learned and that might be even more | |||
valuable then winning the drill. As he poked his head around the corner | |||
as they arrived at their deck he wondered what it would do to morale when | |||
the crew realized their captain had lost. He probably should have led the | |||
defenders. But where was the fun in that? | |||
On the bridge Ensign Zhukov looked down at his board as the | |||
sensor alarm flashed. The young ensign was handling the nav station much | |||
to his horror. His first time at the bridge station and it was in the | |||
middle of a drill. Weren’t new officers supposed to get the graveyard | |||
shift? “Mr. Merrick they’re back and this time there are two of them. Both | |||
D-7 class attack cruisers.” | |||
Part of the drill had been set to simulate space combat at the | |||
same time as the crew were repelling boarders. It wasn’t like the Klingons | |||
would drop their troops and slink away. | |||
Zhukov watched the view screen as the two cruisers closed in on | |||
HOOD. He could make out the battle damage that it had taken when it had | |||
snuck up on HOOD and battered her shields down enough to get boarders | |||
aboard. “They’re firing!” | |||
<<<NRPG>>> | |||
Really enjoying the drill and looking forward to seeing who gets to kill | |||
Steele. Don’t tell anyone but he is heading for Aux Control…why else would | |||
he bring Cory? | |||
Respectfully, | |||
Andy | |||
CAPT Jack Steele | |||
CO, USS HOOD NCC 1703 | |||
ASR ORIGINS | |||
</PRE> | |||
==[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: "F.U.B.A.R."== | |||
===by [[Lusby_Scott|Lusby, Scott]]=== | |||
<PRE> | |||
SD: 2260.179 | |||
MD: 1.1627 | |||
Setting: Chief Engineer's Office, Deck O, USS HOOD | |||
Lieutenant Commander Gar Th'elenth shook his head as he read the report on | |||
the tablet in his hand. "FOUR teams, Lieutenant?" he asked, his antennae | |||
twitching as he spoke. | |||
"Yes, Commander, four teams," said Gar's assistant, Lieutenant Bywater. | |||
Gar tossed the tablet onto the desk in his small office, and folded his arms | |||
across his body. "And they all were 'killed' because they decided to engage | |||
our opponents BEFORE Security had arrived?" | |||
The younger human shook his head. "Again, that is correct, Commander." | |||
Gar spat an Andorian curse. "I need a drink," he muttered as he collapsed | |||
into the chair behind the small desk in front of him. | |||
Bywater looked at him, eyebrow raised. "Excuse me, Commander, but I thought | |||
you'd be proud that they took the initiative...I mean, you being Andorian | |||
and all..." | |||
Gar raised his head, and met Bywater's gaze; immediately, the human shrunk | |||
slightly. | |||
However, Gar allowed the corners of his lips to curl slightly. "I admire | |||
their tenacity, John," he said, sliding the room's other chair over to him | |||
with his foot. "And I also admire their courage; they have shown themselves | |||
to have the heart of a warrior today." | |||
Bywater sat in the proffered chair. "Then what gives, Gar?" | |||
Gar now leaned forward in his chair. "Because they didn't THINK first, | |||
John." He paused, and picked up the tablet again from the desk. "None of | |||
the four teams 'killed' were able to complete their repairs first; as such, | |||
the 'plasma fire' on J-deck, the ruptured phaser leads on C-deck, the hull | |||
ruptures were never addressed. And while those things in and of themselves | |||
were not enough to destroy HOOD, they would have cut our combat efficiency | |||
way down, which MAY have gotten us killed if it was the real thing." | |||
Bywater leaned forward. "And the boarding teams?" he asked. "The Klingons | |||
don't take prisoners, Gar." | |||
Gar nodded. "Yes- the Klingons needed to be dealt with first; they would | |||
have- and did, to make a point- prevented us from completing our repairs." | |||
He paused before continuing. "But what they SHOULD have done was to either | |||
call for help or wait for the Security teams to arrive." | |||
The Andorian paused again. "Security teams are better prepared for that | |||
kind of thing; in fact, it's what they train for. They have body armor, | |||
heavy phasers, extra power packs...and a professional knowledge of | |||
small-unit tactics. Engineers- unless they happen to be Andorian- seldom | |||
have such equipment or expertise among them," he finished, winking as he | |||
lifted himself out of his chair. | |||
Th'elenth walked to the door of his office. "Had any and all of those teams | |||
waited, their repairs might have been delayed ten-fifteen minutes...but they | |||
would have gotten done once the areas were secure. 'Efficiency' does not | |||
always mean jumping head-long into a situation.'" | |||
"Where are you going?" Bywater asked. | |||
Gar nodded through the doorways. "The Captain's day cabin; he wants to go | |||
over the drill with us, see what our thoughts are." | |||
"And what would yours be, Gar?" | |||
Th'elenth grinned. "That we need to coordinate some more drills with | |||
Lieutenant DeSimms," he replied. "Either we need to learn to fight better, | |||
or we need to learn to let Security do their job so we can do ours." | |||
With that, he passed through the doors of his office. | |||
"See what you can arrange with Mr. DeSimms while I'm gone, please," he added | |||
over his shoulder, just as the doors closed again and cut him off from his | |||
assistant. | |||
<<tag Andy/Brian>> | |||
<<NRPG>> | |||
All- OK, just a little private analysis from our friendly Andorian engineer. | |||
Andy- I think this sets up your JP idea quite well. Tag! :) | |||
Respectfully Submitted, | |||
-- Scott Lusby | |||
/\ LCDR Gar Th'eleneth | |||
Chief Engineer | |||
USS HOOD NCC-1703 | |||
ASR: ORIGINS | |||
</PRE> | |||
==[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: Remember The Alamo== | |||
===by [[Apple_Steve|Apple, Steve]]=== | |||
<PRE> | |||
SD: 2260.179 | |||
MD: 1.1627 | |||
[Snip from Corbett's Post: Scalpels are a Doctors Best Friend] | |||
"What the hell are you doing down here doc." One of the men asked as | |||
Corbett slid down next to them. | |||
"Doing something stupid to be sure," Corbett said then asked. "Who's | |||
in charge here?" | |||
"Me, Chief Kowlaczyk unless you want the job." | |||
"Absolutely not sar, being a figure of authority goes against my | |||
ethics. I'm now your new field medic." | |||
"That's good cause your team got its ticket punched awhile ago by the | |||
Captain." | |||
"Well then I would say revenge is in order." | |||
[End Snip] | |||
Scene: J-Deck Corridor Intersection, USS HOOD | |||
"I'm not sure about revenge doc I'd settle for not getting killed." | |||
Kowlaczyk said frowning. "We got an EPS fire still burning out of | |||
control and we're exchanging fire with Klingons who outnumber us | |||
2 to 1. | |||
"I take it you're a glass half empty type of fella, Chief." Corbett | |||
said smiling. "However I am in agreement with the not getting killed | |||
part." | |||
"All we need to do is hold these guys for a few more minutes until | |||
security arrives." Kowlaczyk said. | |||
"Ah yes, Mr. DeSimms and the Calvary" Corbett said standing. | |||
"Where are you going?" Kowlaczyk asked | |||
"To check out the corridor behind us. Corbett answered. "If I hadn't | |||
spotted our sneaky little Ensign earlier y'all would have been dead by | |||
now." | |||
"Fine, just make sure you don't get killed in the processes." Kowlaczyk | |||
said. | |||
"Don't worry sar I'm diametrically opposed to death, especially my own." | |||
Corbett said hugging the wall as he moved down the corridor. | |||
Corbett crouched at the first intersection directly behind them and took | |||
a quick glance around the corner. There were at least four maybe five | |||
Gold Shirts taking up positions and moving toward him. | |||
He could shout out a warning to Kowlaczyk, but that might spring their | |||
trap, he thought. Turing his head he saw that the Engineers were still | |||
engaged in a forward shooting match with the Captain. | |||
He knew he couldn't take them all out, but maybe he could slow them | |||
down. Quickly he fished in his medkit for the hand scanner and tube | |||
reader. It took him a minute to make the minor adjustments to the | |||
equipment and a spray of sealant to glue them together. | |||
Corbett heard the Captains voice shout the word "Now" through one of the | |||
rear attacker's communicators. He knew it was time to act and threw the | |||
makeshift device around the corner. | |||
The whine of the scanner mimicked a sonic grenade and also served to | |||
increase the intensity of the lights from the tube reader, which played | |||
off the corridor walls. | |||
"Remember the Alamo" Corbett screamed as he jumped around the corner and | |||
into the attackers, holding a phaser in one hand and a hypospray in the | |||
other. He immediately scored a phaser hit on one of the Gold shirts. | |||
There was momentary confusion and he was able to reach out and snag | |||
another with the hypospray before he saw four more Gold shirts take aim. | |||
It was over for him as his sensor started chirping and the attackers blew | |||
past him to make short work of the defending Engineers. With a sigh he | |||
started walking back toward the turbo lift. | |||
Respectfully Submitted, | |||
Steve Apple | |||
Dr. Stile Corbett | |||
CMO | |||
USS HOOD NCC-1703 | |||
ASR: ORIGINS | |||
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