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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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SD 2260.168 | SD 2260.168 | ||
Klingon Commodore | 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 | 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 | Dreadnaught, the BLOOD OATH. Its gleaming greenish grey hull shown brilliantly | ||
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mission in less than forty hours. | mission in less than forty hours. | ||
Wholly satisfied with his view, | Wholly satisfied with his view, Koreth didn't even bother to turn when his aide, | ||
Captain Par'rick, entered the office. | Captain Par'rick, entered the office. | ||
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Chancellor has given us the order to launch." | 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 | his d'k tahg in anticipation. "Are the Federation forces sending what we had | ||
hoped for?" | hoped for?" | ||
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be in the area sometime in the next few months." | be in the area sometime in the next few months." | ||
Now | Now Koreth was smiling. The promise of battle called out to his blood. "Do we | ||
have the name of the ship yet?" | have the name of the ship yet?" | ||
"Not as yet. We may not get the name until after the operation has begun." | "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." | The dish will hardly be lacking for it." | ||
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FO/NAV, USS HOOD | FO/NAV, USS HOOD | ||
</PRE> | </PRE> | ||
==[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: "Cleanup in Aisle Everywhere"== | ==[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: "Cleanup in Aisle Everywhere"== | ||
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==[ORIGINS]USS HOOD: You're a Big Hero!== | ==[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: You're a Big Hero!== | ||
===by [[Cajiuat_Eric|Cajiuat, Eric]]=== | ===by [[Cajiuat_Eric|Cajiuat, Eric]]=== | ||
<PRE> | <PRE> | ||
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HELM, USS HOOD NCC 1703 | HELM, USS HOOD NCC 1703 | ||
ASR ORIGINS | 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 | |||
</PRE> | </PRE> |