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==[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: When the Gods Tremble== | |||
===by Brian V. Mansur=== | |||
SD 2261.191 | |||
Scene: Crew Quarters, Talosian Ship | |||
The younger Talosian continued to wonder at the real goals of his superiors. They had far crossed the line of simple observation. Their manuplations of the lower sapients bordered on sadistic: violent without obvious purpose. Unless there were a purpose here beyond his understanding. And what were they really doing with the ships they had already hauled back to Talos? Observing their crews too? | |||
He no longer believed them. They wanted *something* from these lower beings and it bothered him greatly that he could not divine what. Then the troubled solitude of his mind was shattered. | |||
[They are coming!] the overlord Talosian minds warned. A mental image of the USS HOOD dropping out of warp accompanied the alert. | |||
So, that Neo Federation ship was returning. And what was this? His mind couldn't touch it. The ship was a ball of noise that hurt to even examine. He shot to his feet, now greatly concerned for his own physical existance. Right or wrong, they could not let that ship find them. Their barge had no weapons. There had never been the need for any. How short sighted their leaders had been. He had to find a way to help. | |||
Resolutely the Talosian left his compartment for the ship's bridge. | |||
NRPG: POV for the bad guys. It is July 10th and we have ONE post aside from this one on the board. Come on guys! | |||
Respectfully Submitted, | |||
Brian V. Mansur | |||
LCDR Sean Merrick | |||
FO, USS HOOD, NCC-1703 | |||
ASR ORIGINS | |||
==[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: When the Gods Crap Their Pants== | |||
===by Brian V. Mansur=== | |||
SD 2261.191 | |||
Scene: Bridge, USS HOOD | |||
Sean gritted his teeth as another wave of nausea threatened to knock him off his feet. The damned theta radiation was already playing havoc with him. Or was it the mild concusion that Tamura had given him? | |||
"Tamura, we getting anything on comms?" | |||
"Quiet as a herd of dead crickets sir." | |||
"Cute," Sean smirked. "Hemux. What do you see?" | |||
"Picking up a plasma trail. The RUTLEDGE has been moved, probably at sublight, along bearing 341 mark 23." | |||
"In the solar ecliptic?" | |||
"More or less. My best guess is that they are somewhere about the asteroid belt in the inner system." | |||
"Right. Easy to see where we have to go then." | |||
"Very easy sir. I got the RUTLEDGE now and it's bugging a rock. Here's something else. A single ship. Unarmed. | |||
Sean smiled predatorially. "Tamura, open all channels to those ships." Tamura looked a bit confused at the unusual request but complied. "All channels open sir." | |||
Sean stood up and walked towards the view. "Whoever you are you mother frakers, we're coming to kick your asses." | |||
Close frequencies. | |||
On the Talosian vessel, several crewmen who received that message lost control of their bowel functions. | |||
NRPG: POV for the good guys. It is July 10th and we have TWO posts aside from this one on the board. Come on guys! Postlet Postlet Postlet! | |||
Respectfully Submitted, | |||
Brian V. Mansur | |||
LCDR Sean Merrick | |||
FO, USS HOOD, NCC-1703 | |||
ASR ORIGINS | |||
==[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: When the Gods Get Their Asses Kicked== | |||
===by Brian V. Mansur=== | |||
SD 2261.191 | |||
Scene: Bridge, USS HOOD | |||
"Shields are going up on the RUTLEDGE," Hemux reported. | |||
Sean resolutely ordered, "Tactical, torch the engines on that unarmed ship. Fire when ready. Tamura, use the prefix codes to secure the RUTLEDGE." | |||
Within seconds, the USS HOOD opened up on the Talosian. The aft hull of the naked barge almost instantly melted into grade A slag beneath a brilliant barage of phaser blasts. Waves of explosive decompressions knocked the ship off axis and sent the it slowly spinning away from the nearby asteroid. | |||
At the same time the RUTLEDGE stood down, obeying the digital commands of the HOOD's communications officer. | |||
All too easy, Sean thought. Way too easy in fact. He would be royally pissed if this turned out to be another hallucination. | |||
"Hemux, are any of our people over there?" The scientist did not answer. "Hemux," Sean repeated. He looked back to the science station to see why Hemux was so quiet. | |||
"Oh frak," he cursed. | |||
NRPG: Another POV for the good guys. It is July 10th and we have THREE posts aside from this one on the board. Come on guys! I'm giving her all she's got! | |||
Respectfully Submitted, | |||
Brian V. Mansur | |||
LCDR Sean Merrick | |||
FO, USS HOOD, NCC-1703 | |||
ASR ORIGINS | |||
==[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: When the Gods Die== | |||
===by Brian V. Mansur=== | |||
SD 2261.191 | |||
Scene: Bridge, USS HOOD | |||
Sean jumped out of his chair and rushed to the prone form of Hemux. He turned the Denobulan on her side. Blood oozed out of her nose. "Medics to the Bridge!" he called. "Hemux, you still awake? I don't want to have to hit you again." | |||
Hemux responded by drunkenly swinging an arm that lightly cuffed his jaw. "Nawt necessawy," she slurred. "I hate theta waves." | |||
"You and me both," Sean smiled. Hemux's head lolled in his arms. "Hey, don't do that. You scare me." | |||
"So be nice and turn off the theta." | |||
"So much for 2 hours time huh?" | |||
"Miscalculanation. Scrambling my brains...it's doing that yeah." | |||
"Or maybe it is another mental attack." | |||
"Sure, whateva," she said drowsily. | |||
Presently the medics arrived and gave Hemux a stimulant. Like switching on a light, Hemux brightened back to coherence. | |||
"Well that helped," Sean said, impressed, as Hemux shakily crawled back to her consol. | |||
"Ok," Hemux said, "Okay, I'm checking the alien ship and RUTLEDGE." She frowned. "Sir, there are no life signs. But," and Hemux put a hand to her mouth in shock. "My heavens, sir, there are lots of bodies." | |||
NRPG: Another POV for the good guys. It is July 10th and we have FIVE posts including this one on the board. Come on guys! This crap is just too easy to write. There really isn't an excuse for us to have sooooo few posts this far into the month. Hell, even the CONNIE is beating us up! | |||
Respectfully Submitted, | |||
Brian V. Mansur | |||
LCDR Sean Merrick | |||
FO, USS HOOD, NCC-1703 | |||
ASR ORIGINS | |||