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==[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: Dangerous Mind==
==[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: Whose Side are We On?==
===by Brian V. Mansur===
===by Andy Catterick===
 
SD: 2260.004
 
Scene: On the outskirts of New Detroit
 
 
As they journeyed across the city to rendezvous with Team Two Jack contemplated the revelations of the past few hours.  It seemed entirely unlikely that Starfleet Command was unaware of the work that Sachen had been pursuing and he was more then a little uncomfortable about the ramifications of this mission.  His initial thoughts were concern that Starfleet wanted the information that Sachen possessed.  There had been countless examples throughout Earth history of the powers that be hiding away an enemy’s scientist only to secretly back the program after they had spirited him to their side.  Was this what the Federation was doing?  Hadn’t Humanity learned its lesson in the Eugenics War?  Was there a new Colonel Green lurking somewhere in the admiralty or on the Federation Council?  It was no secret that a large portion of Command and the Council had developed very martial views after the destruction of Vulcan on how the future was going to progress. 
 


SD: 2261.010
Or was he just being pessimistic?  Perhaps the idea was to capture Sachen before an unfriendly government with less qualms about eugenics and bio weapons did.  That made more sense and was a lot more palatable for him.    But what would he do if the Am-Tal was here to take him out so no one could have him?  Did he let it happen?  Truth be told he had deep concerns about any government, even his own, actively trying to acquire the information the Romulan possessed.  That still didn’t mean he could condone murder he realized.  He would have to do his duty and try to bring in Sachen alive even if it meant opposing the Am-Tal.  He hoped it wouldn’t come to it.  If one of his crew was killed or even the Andorian agent while he defended this scientific ‘genius’ he knew he would never be able to forgive himself.


Scene: Enroute to the spaceport, New Detroit


In the back of the truck on the way to the spaceport, Sean broke Jack's
Fortuanately he was able to tuck those thoughts away as the small vehicle they had ‘borrowed’ came to a a halt at the edge of a large rocky field.  Gar looked back from the driver’s seat.  “I’m picking up their signal approximately 125 meters to the north.”
anxious musings.


"There might be a solution to Sachen that doesn't involve killing him." Sean
said and he tapped his skull with his finger. Stile caught on immiadately


"Brain surgery isn't mah forte," the doc admitted. "I 'might' be able to
The all jumped out of the truck. “Ok lets be quick, no doubt half of New Detroit same them come down. Lets get them out before someone else does.”
figuah out how to selectively burn enough of the pathways to keep anyone
else from piecing the formula back togethah. Can't guarantee what else it
might do to man though."


"So much for working miracles," Merrick jabbed.


"And to be frank," Stile added, rubbing his chin, "We would need his full
<<<NRPG>>>
cooperation to do it right. In order to map the neurons coding the
information, he'd have to think about the relevant work in all the contexts
that he could remember it. Might be messier than I thought at first."


"OK, Just tell me my idea sucked and be done with it."


Just a bit of catch up for me after all your New years posts…this should put the two teams together (based on what David wrote).  So I imagine from here we all hop in our truck get over to the spaceport, hop into our liberated spaceport uniforms and wait for the arrival…and see what happens then.


NRPG: Just scribbling.


I have no end game idea ie we get him, Romulans recapture him, etc but Steele will, and he expects all of the officers, to do their duty which is try to bring him in.  So no sniper shots to save the Federation from itself…from Starfleet officers anyway J


Repectfully Submitted,


Brian V. Mansur
Unless we want to RP a court martial for our next mission!


LCDR Sean Merrick


FO, USS HOOD, NCC-1703
One week til Star Trek Online!


ASR: ORIGINS


Respectfully,


Andy
CAPT Jack Steele
Commanding, USS HOOD NCC 1703
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==[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: Better to Talk later==
===by Andy Catterick===
SD: 2260.005
Scene: Outskirts of New Detroit.
“How’d your journey go?”  Jack asked as the truck bounced along the uneven road.  “I was getting more then a little worried, you’re way overdue.”
“Well.”  Sean said as he mustered his thoughts and then paused.
“I don’t want to know?”  Steele said.
“You do actually.  But I think the story would be better told once this whole thing is over and we’re sipping some of the doctor’s tequila.  Suffice to say it was necessary to make the landing we did.”
“I see.”  The captain answered wanting to press for more information but seeing the looks traded between Sean, Stile and Hemux and deciding not to.  “At least you made it to the final party in time.”
“How big of a party are we walking into?”
“Don’t know for sure.  What we do know is that the Klingons know that Sachen is on the way.  We know there are operatives on the planet but not how many there are.  Unfortunately there is a Bird of Prey enroute and will be arriving shortly.  We’re assuming that its in response to our quarry.  We also have a little matter of the Am-Tal.”
“Andorian security!”  Sean exclaimed.  “How’d they get involved?”
“I don’t know how they got involved but I can fill you in on my suspicions as to the why.”  He continued on for a few minutes bringing the first officer up to speed on the Andorian connection.
“That’s just great.”  Sean growled.  “Our orders still stand?”
“They do.  We are here to receive Dr. Sachen and return him to command.”
“If the Klingons get him first?”
“We try to take him out without revealing our identity.  Its important to not start a war with Quonos.”
“And if the Am-Tal get him?”
Jack still hadn’t made a final decision on that one yet.  “We *can’t* start a war with Andoria.  With Vulcan gone any tension of that level would not be good for the Federation.”
“Then whoever sent the Am-Tal in should have thought of that.”
“Agreed.”
Gar looked back from the driver’s seat.  “We’re approaching the space port.”
<<<NRPG>>>
Ugh..that was pretty crappy.  But wanted to get something out.
Now, given the flurry of posts in the dying hours of 2009 I feel a little guiltily for asking…but it is my job after all….so how about some posts…we’re getting to the exciting bit!
Respectfully,
Andy
CAPT Jack Steele
Commanding, USS HOOD NCC 1703
ASR: ORIGINS
==[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: It's Not Your Father’s Augment==
===by Steve Apple===
SD: 2260.005
Scene: Truck on its way back to New Detroit.
Corbett said nothing as he listened to the exchange between Steele and Merrick. He agreed that their eventful trip was best discussed over a drink. Smiling to himself he bent back over the PAAD that Gar had handed him.
While the data was intriguing it was also absolutely horrifying. He would have to discuss the finer points with ARr'Rhiana later. This Bastard was good and had resources, that was for sure. The formulas in this article were breakthroughs in genetic engineering; however, something about this last gene replication sequence bothered him. He couldn’t quite put his finger on it.
Come on Stile, think. Your Masters was in genetics so it shouldn’t be that hard. He said to himself staring at the PAAD, trying to make it tell him the secret by force of will.
“Doc you ok?” DeSimms asked. “You look like you got brain damaged, or something.”
Corbett looked over at the man his eyes narrowing. “What did you say?”
“I asked if you were ok.” DeSimms said. “That pod landing looked rough.”
“No you asked me something else.” Corbett said anger and frustration in his voice.
DeSimms not one to back down growled. “The way you were looking at that PAAD I thought maybe you had sustained brain damage.”
“That’s it.” Corbett yelled throwing the PAAD down and facing DeSimms. “You’re brilliant well at least brighter than you look.” He finished, smiling.
DeSimms ready for a fight wasn’t sure what had just happened. “Huh.”
“You see this DNA replication sequence,” Corbett yelled excitedly as he shuffled over to DeSimms with the PAAD. “Its unique in that it’s base pairs are a combination of both antiparallel DNA and RNA substitutions.”
“Okay.” DeSimms said completely unsure if Corbett had gone insane and needed to be subdued.
“No not okay.” Corbett screamed. “I wasn’t sure what the hell this was until you said the words brain damage.”
“Just what are you getting at doctor?” Steele asked warily.
“This gene sequence is what begins the process of neurulation, or creation of the embryonic CNS.”
“So what, isn’t that part of augmentation?” Gar asked from the driver’s seat not sure what Stile was getting at.
“This son of a bitch needs to be killed not captured, is what it means.”
“Stile slow it down.” Merrick said calmly. “You need to help us medically challenged folk with what in the hell you’re talking about.”
Corbett took a deep breath and began again. “I was reading one of Sachen’s articles. It was in one of the Romulan Medical Journals that Gar had down- loaded and it contained several genetic formulas.”
“Why would he put his formulas for creating an augment in a journal article?” ARr'Rhiana asked.
“Because he’s a genius and like all geniuses he lacks common sense.” Corbett shouted. “Don’t get me wrong ARr’Rhiana; you can’t make an augment from the bits and pieces he’s put in the article.”
“Alright then, what about them has you so excited?” She added.
“The article was about his revolutionary process of combining antiparallel DNA and RNA on the same strand.”
ARr'Rhiana’s eyes took on a fiery look as she began to understand the implications. “He found a way for 5-3 DNA to pair with 5-3 RNA so he can substitute whatever coding sequence he wants without facing an untranslated region.”
“Yes that’s what the paper was about.” Corbett answered. “However, he used his CNS formula as an example because it best exemplified his breakthrough.”
“Now how about saying that in a language we all might understand.” Steele demanded.
“What it means Cap is that he can give his augments any ability he wants. He can imbue them with super strength, endurance and intellect without…”
“I kind of thought that was what an augment was.” DeSimms interrupted. “I’m also not sure how my bringing up brain damage started all of this.”
“First off John you’re right, that is precisely what an augment is. As for the brain damage part, what is the one problem with augments?”
“Besides super ambition and ego,” Gar shot back.
“No that’s it.” Corbett nodded sadly. “The genetic code that was in the article made me think back to the early days of eugenics and what went wrong. Those who create the supermen and women of that time wanted robots not people with emotion and ambition. The code he showed in his paper could actually affect conscience and behavior.”
“Are you saying that he has found a way to make docile augments?” Merrick asked.
“That’s exactly what I’m saying. The formula he has here changes the embryonic growth of the augments brain. Neuroanatomical structures which have been linked to certain behaviors have been stunted, or eliminated.”
“You got all that form a formula I don’t believe it.” DeSimms said shaking his head.
“Think about it John. How often is someone’s behavior altered after a severe head injury? We know that specific areas of the brain control certain behaviors and that brain damage can affect those areas and thus those behaviors.”
“Behavior is more complex than that.” Gar added.
“He’s found a way to genetically keep his augments from developing ambitions of their own.” Corbett said then added in a sterner voice. “Let me make this clear, not only can they can learn, adapt, and reason without conscience, but he has genetically and anatomically taken away their ability to rebel and self direct.”
“Are you telling me he has perfected the augment?” Steele asked.
“That’s precisely what I’m saying.”
<<<NRPG>>>
All,
I looked through the logs and didn’t find a reason why Dr. Sachen’s augment work would be any different then Arik Soong’s. I figured that there had to be a reason why this guy would be so important so I created one. I hope this is in keeping with the story line and if I have missed the mark please feel free to scrap this post.
Respectfully,
Steve Apple
Stile Corbett, MD
CMO, USS HOOD NCC 1703
ASR: ORIGINS
==[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: More Questions Less Answers==
===by Andy Catterick===
SD: 2260.008
Scene: Enroute to the spaceport, New Detroit
<old>
“Are you saying that he has found a way to make docile augments?” Merrick asked.
“That’s exactly what I’m saying. The formula he has here changes the embryonic growth of the augments brain. Neuroanatomical structures which have been linked to certain behaviors have been stunted, or eliminated.”
“You got all that form a formula I don’t believe it.” DeSimms said shaking his head.
“Think about it John. How often is someone’s behavior altered after a severe head injury? We know that specific areas of the brain control certain behaviors and that brain damage can affect those areas and thus those behaviors.”
“Behavior is more complex than that.” Gar added.
“He’s found a way to genetically keep his augments from developing ambitions of their own.” Corbett said then added in a sterner voice. “Let me make this clear, not only can they can learn, adapt, and reason without conscience, but he has genetically and anatomically taken away their ability to rebel and self direct.”
“Are you telling me he has perfected the augment?” Steele asked.
“That’s precisely what I’m saying.”
<new>
Jack leaned back against the side of the truck and replayed what he had just heard.  The Romulan’s must be going insane thinking that they lost this madman.  If what Stile was saying was true and Jack had no doubt it was based on the evidence the doctor had presented, Romulus was the worst place for a break through of this nature to happen.  As far as he was concerned the only reason they hadn’t done something like this earlier was because they didn’t have the technical ability. 
Creating augments wasn’t hard, the science after all had been around for centuries.  What was hard was exactly as Stile had described it.  Controlling them.  Now, Romulus could create as many slaves as they needed to all the work they felt beneath them.  But even that wasn’t the true horror, at least for the Federation.  They could make soldiers in the millions all happy to go on whatever suicide mission there masters told them too.  And they walk into the fire all fat and happy.  The Federation could never stand up to something like that.  No one could. 
He wondered if the Klingons knew what they were after.  Certainly he could never believe that they would fight their wars with flesh automatons.  But they would see the threat that this science would provide.
So why had Sachen run?  That didn’t make sense.  The Romulans should be bending over backward for him.  They should be showering him with credits and teams and facilities whatever it took to make him happy and keep him on the path to their new augment created future.  Had he realized what he had done?  Had the reality of the situation finally dawned on him and he realized his only chance was escape.  Or had he been spirited away by those who feared what his creations would bring.  There had to be some on Romulus who would see the reality.
“
What should he do if they could not capture Sachen?
<<<NRPG>>>
Just some internal questions and turmoil for Jack.
5 days til STO!
Respectfully,
Andy
CAPT Jack Steele
Commanding, USS HOOD NCC 1703
ASR: ORIGINS
==[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: Orders==
===by Andy Catterick===
SD: 2260.009
Scene: Officer’s Mess, USS HOOD
Mark Compass sat alone in the officer’s mess enjoying his lunch content with the world.  The past two days had been peaceful and he had enjoyed every second of them.  The Engineering Teams from the Starbase had left the ship have come to the conclusion that they were no longer going to be able to push Compass around.  They’d made it clear that reports would be filed and protests would be made but he was confident that he had done the right thing and the captain and engineer would back him.  He’d also made peace with Lieutenant Steering or closer to the truth he had apologized for his actions and his she had, thankfully, accepted.  They had quickly reintegrated themselves into the competenet team they had been for the past 6 months and he was more then a little surprised at how satisfying that feeling was.  They’d spent the last two days working together to complete the minor repairs and upgrades that actually needed to be done.  All that meant, he realized with no small amount of embarrassment, was that he had gotten over himself.  And that was most satisfying of all.
Sipping his coffee he ran over the upcoming agenda.  They had two more days before the crew returned and then another 12 hours beyond that before the captain and senior officers arrived.  He wondered ideally as to what they were doing but he was more interested in what HOOD would be called to do once they were all back together.  The last couple of missions had been a bit chaotic and he was hoping the next mission would be something more in the exploratory vein.  That was why he had joined up after all and he was getting a little concerned that Command had decided that their new CONSTITUTION class vessels were to be utilized as war ships.  He understood that they were the most powerful vessels in the quadrant but he sincerely hoped that they would not be seen solely as warships.  Because they were so much more.
[Bridge to Commander Compass.]  Mark raised an eyebrow not at the call but from the tone of Mr. Marconi.  He sounded a bit stressed.
Setting his coffee down he strode over to the comm panel.  “Compass here.”
[Commander we’ve just received new orders.  All crew have been recalled effective immediately and HOOD to sail in 6 hours no exceptions.  And I’ve been transferred.]
Respectfully,
Andy
CAPT Jack Steele
Commanding, USS HOOD NCC 1703
ASR: ORIGINS
==[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: Larry Hotchkiss and Angela Ornella==
===by Daniel Belin===
Location: USS HOOD
Scene: Briefing Room A
T-5 Hours to USS HOOD Launch
"Gentlemen. I've been told that the Hood is launching in five hours. We are launching with full crew at 2330 hours," Compass turned to the only enlisted man in the room, Master Chief Petty Officer Larry Hotchkiss. He directed the next comment to him, "With our command crew missing, I have had to assign temporary Chief postions. Judging by your experience, Mr. Hotchkiss, I have chosen to put you in the Engineer's seat. As for the rest of you, you can assume you are the Chief of whatever division you happen to be a part of."
"Yessir. I will do my best sir," said Hotchkiss.
"Gentlemen, I do not care what you have to do. Break regulations, scrounge, use gum to insulate pipes. Whatever you do, I need this ship ready to launch in 4 hours."
Suddenly, a woman's voice rang out across the room, "I hope you are not going to do anything illegal."
Everyone looked in that direction. A slender woman in a very revealing civilian uniform was standing at the end of the table opposite from Compass. Most people sitting around the table may have found her attractive if she was not looking at them as if they were Neanderthals. Compass broke the silence, "And you are?"
"Agent Ornella with the Federation Military Affairs Office. I am here to monitor potentially illegal activities on board the Hood."
Hotchkiss rose from the table, shaking some crumbs off his bushy moustache. He said, "Well, I'm off to the Engine Room."
Compass nodded, and Hotchkiss moved to the door. Ornella followed suit and said to Compass, "I think I will go with him."
Hotchkiss was too much of a Starfleet tough guy to complain. However, his burly figure hunched down similar to when he was frustrated with a repair he did. It would be a long day for any mustache enthusiast with a 30 year record in Starfleet.
Ornella smirked. She was finally being put into action to stop the barbarism on these ships. She thought the only reason these enlisted were in Starfleet was because they were a bunch of dumb neanderthals who couldn't do any delicate work. And to think of once she got her hands on Steele, Corbett, and DeSimms. Those three were the antithesis of her optimal Starfleet officer, and she already knew what she'd recommend for the three of them.
NRPG: Putting some NPCs aboard the HOOD, since it appears to be moving into action.
--
Daniel Belin
playing
MCPO Larry Hotchkiss
Acting Engineer
USS HOOD
NCC-1703
and
Agent Angela Ornella
Starfleet Internal Affairs
USS HOOD
NCC-1703
ASR: ORIGINS
==USS HOOD: Girls Gone Arctic==
===by Lena Rose===
SD: 2260.009
The racing snow machine finally can to a halt. Both women got off to stretch
their arms and legs.
"Chica, I am freezing my ass off!" whined Claudia.
"What? It's beautiful and deliciously cold," Grinned Kiska pulling off her
helmet and shaking free her long sleek hair.
Kiska suddenly began stripping out of her riding gear. Claudia who stood hugging
herself trying to stay warm shrieked with shattering laughter, "What are YOU
doing? You are going to freeze to death!"
Kiska only laughed and continued to strip till she was totally naked and then
she ran across the snow barefoot. Claudia watched in shock as Kiska ran further
away and then suddenly she just leaped into the air and disappeared.
"STOP …WAIT!" Claudia forgot all about being cold as she screamed at the top of
her lungs and went running in the direction she had last seen Kiska. "KISKA!"
Suddenly she came to a ledge and all she could see was steam cloud rising in
front of her. "KISKA!" she screamed with terror.
"Claudia! I am ok!" came Kiska's voice down below. "Get undress and jump in!"
The steam slightly parted and Claudia could see Kiska swimming. She crumpled to
her knees heaving for air. "Ay, Dios Mio! I thought you got… hypothermia… lost
your mind…fell into a frozen lake and drowning to your death."
"I am sorry. I didn't mean to scare you." Laughed Kiska. "Come on and get in.
It's great for your muscles after a long ride. Therapeutic."
"I am going to need a mental therapist after the scare you just gave me!"
snapped Claudia. "I about peed my pants!"
"Better than shitting them." Teased Kiska.
Claudia finally managed to stand up and get undressed. "Giiirl! You are one
crazy Chica! Who in their right mind would take off their clothes in the artic
and jump into water."
"People do it all the time! Besides the water is hot! Right up your alley" Kiska
shouted.
"You wouldn't be lying, would you?" asked Claudia was shivering from head to
toe.
"Of Course not…when have I ever lied to you?" asked Kiska as she treaded the
steaming water.
Claudia hesitated and Kiska shouted, "Ay, Dios Mio! Would it be steaming if it
were cold?"
Claudia made the sign of the cross before she jumped in.
An hour later…
Steam billowed up into the artic surroundings and completely enveloped the two
women soaking in the hot spring and drinking wine.
"Now this is what I call living." Smiled Kiska as she flicked her wet hair back
and took a deep breath of crisp cold air.
"I can't believe I almost missed this!" laughed Claudia as she took another sip
of from her glass.
"Nothing like a soak in hot springs after a hard cold ride on the ice snow
machine." Grinned the Alaskan woman.
"Now if we just had a couple of men to join us…" sighed Claudia. "Wonder what
our first officer Merrick would do if he saw YOU now?"
"RUN the other way." Snorted Kiska. She wished it didn't bother her that he
seemed to have a problem being around her but it did. The next time she saw him
she was going to confront him. Whatever his problem was, he had better get over
it if they were to work on the same ship. And if there was a problem she had
ever right to know.
"What about Steele?" wickedly grinned Claudia.
"Captains are off limits as are first officers….chain of command and all"
Replied Kiska briskly.
"Hell….Nobody obeys those rules…after all…we are all human and have human needs
and desires," countered Claudia.
"Haven't you heard?" hiccupped Kiska. "We are to rise above our weaknesses."
"Not a senior officer rises above…instead they wallow in them," giggled Claudia
"You know the saying…Boys will be Boys." Laughed Kiska as she downed her sixth
glass of wine.
Suddenly the officer's swim was interrupted.
[All Officers from USS HOOD are to report to duty immediately.]
Respectfully Submitted,
By Lena Rose
LTjg Kiska Saxman
Nurse
USS HOOD NCC-1703
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==[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: Old Skills==
===by Andy Catterick===
SD: 2261.010
Scene: Global Exports Office, Arcturus
“Ready?”  M’Lana asked her husband.  It was time to head for the spaceport to capture the Romulan traitor and while she would never admit it she was beginning to feel nervous.  She knew she was highly intelligent and had a head for the intrigue that came with an operation of this nature.  Now that she had to go ‘out in the field’ she found much of her self assuredness had left her.  More frustratingly her husband seeming to be relishing in the upcoming mission.  It was a side of him she hadn’t seen in many years.
“We are.”  He answered simply as he checked his weapon one last time.
“You have people in place?”
“Our escape ship is in orbit.  The moment we grab the Romulan comm them with the control word and you will be beamed aboard.  If I get to Sachen first I will wait two minutes for you to join me on the ship.  Likewise should you snare our prey do not wait more then two minutes for me.  The objective is to return this p’taq to the homeworld without any interference.”
“And if one of our enemies are victorious?” 
“I have two snipers placed in the space port.  They have orders to kill Sachen if they see him being spirited away by anyone other then us.”
“Do you trust these mercenaries?”
“I trust them to kill the Romulan if they are required to.  But the rifle I gave each of them contains a micro-explosive.  Whatever happens in three hours the rifles will explode.”  Before she could voice her thought he waved it away.  “The rifles I gave them are expensive enough that they will keep them with them.  I also have the ability to trigger the charges remotely.”
“I’m impressed.”  She said surprised that she actually meant it.
“I know you think I am a senile old fool.  Perhaps I am.  But there was a time, long ago, when I was a valued member of the Defence Force with a skill that was respected.  It is good to use that skill again.”  He rose from his chair.  “Shall we go my dear?”
Respectfully,
Andy
CAPT Jack Steele
Commanding, USS HOOD NCC 1703
ASR: ORIGINS
==[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: Dangerous Mind==
===by Brian V. Mansur===
SD: 2261.010
Scene: Enroute to the spaceport, New Detroit
In the back of the truck on the way to the spaceport, Sean broke Jack's
anxious musings.
"There might be a solution to Sachen that doesn't involve killing him." Sean
said and he tapped his skull with his finger. Stile caught on immiadately
"Brain surgery isn't mah forte," the doc admitted. "I 'might' be able to
figuah out how to selectively burn enough of the pathways to keep anyone
else from piecing the formula back togethah. Can't guarantee what else it
might do to man though."
"So much for working miracles," Merrick jabbed.
"And to be frank," Stile added, rubbing his chin, "We would need his full
cooperation to do it right. In order to map the neurons coding the
information, he'd have to think about the relevant work in all the contexts
that he could remember it. Might be messier than I thought at first."
"OK, Just tell me my idea sucked and be done with it."
NRPG: Just scribbling.
Repectfully Submitted,
Brian V. Mansur
LCDR Sean Merrick
FO, USS HOOD, NCC-1703
ASR: ORIGINS


==[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: Its Different When its Real==
==[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: Its Different When its Real==
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==[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: Discussions of the Brass Kind==
==[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: Discussions of the Brass Kind - JP==
===by Scott Lusby and Andy Catterick===
===by Scott Lusby and Andy Catterick===


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“Kiska I got an emergency inbound 5-6 minutes. I need a surgical unit and trauma nurse prepped and ready when I get there.
“Kiska I got an emergency inbound 5-6 minutes. I need a surgical unit and trauma nurse prepped and ready when I get there.


[Aye sir, sickbay out]
[Aye sir, sickbay out]


Corbett turned and almost smacked into Merrick. “Go, you can check in with me later.” Corbett said shooing Merrick away.
Corbett turned and almost smacked into Merrick. “Go, you can check in with me later.” Corbett said shooing Merrick away.
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Corbett ignored the medic and ripped open the woman’s uniform and undershirt exposing her chest. Pulling an old style syringe from his med-kit he grabbed the plunger from the syringe and threw it behind him as he pressed two fingers against the left side of her chest. Once he found the landmark he was looking for he pushed the needle into her chest and was immediately hit with a stream of blood that was under high pressure.
Corbett ignored the medic and ripped open the woman’s uniform and undershirt exposing her chest. Pulling an old style syringe from his med-kit he grabbed the plunger from the syringe and threw it behind him as he pressed two fingers against the left side of her chest. Once he found the landmark he was looking for he pushed the needle into her chest and was immediately hit with a stream of blood that was under high pressure.


“BP 80/50, pulse 40 and regular, her vitals are getting stronger.” The corpsmen yelled in surprise as they took off down the corridor to sickbay.
“BP 80/50, pulse 40 and regular, her vitals are getting stronger.” The corpsmen yelled in surprise as they took off down the corridor to sickbay.


“She had a pericardial tamponade, blood in the pericardial space, which was constricting the heart and keeping it from beating. I relieved it with the needle and syringe. Corbett said. “So don’t be so reliant on technology sar, as sometimes the old fashioned low tech treatments work the best. Also you should have figured that out for yourself had you done a proper secondary survey.”
“She had a pericardial tamponade, blood in the pericardial space, which was constricting the heart and keeping it from beating. I relieved it with the needle and syringe. Corbett said. “So don’t be so reliant on technology sar, as sometimes the old fashioned low tech treatments work the best. Also you should have figured that out for yourself had you done a proper secondary survey.”
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