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==[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: Racedown==
===by Brian V. Mansur===
SD: 2261.024
Scene: Nearby the Guest Quarters, USS HOOD
Sean and company rushed up the corridor knowing that if Avae really intended
to complete her mission then they had only seconds to stop her. Sean
shouted ahead for unwitting crew to make a hole. He glanced back to see
Stile holding his hat to his head and Gar gritting his teeth from six
flavors of angst.
They pulled up short at the intersection nearest Sahen's quarters, panting
like greyhounds. Sean pulled the mini phaser he always carried, Gar gripped
his own weapon of choice, and Stile brandished his beloved colt. It was
dead quiet in the hallway. He peered cautiously around the curve of the
cooridor. What he saw made the lump in his throat drop clean into his
stomach. The guards ... were perfectly fine. Still standing even. Hell,
they had their weapons drawn and were actively checking the corridors as
though ready for action. It could mean only one thing.
Aw frak.
"Gar."
"Yeah."
"This girlfiend of your's."
Gar growled.
"Sorry. Friend then."
"Just tell me what you want to know," Gar demanded.
"Is she as devious as you are?"
"Aw frak," Gar said.
Wanna clue me in gentlemen?" Stile said.
"Yeah. We may be frakked," Sean replied.
"Frakked?" the doctor said puzzled. "What? How?"
"She's not here," Sean said.
"Aw frak," Stile said.
"Waddaya think Gar? Is she going to try for engineering. Blow up the
ship?"
"Transporters make more sense. Just beam him out to space. Not even bother
rematerializing him."
Sean pinched the bridge of his nose as though a headache were building.
"Gosh I really hate to do this," He flipped open his communicator. "Sean
to Security."
NRPG: Tag :-) I love hide and go seek.
Repectfully Submitted,
Brian V. Mansur
LCDR Sean Merrick
FO, USS HOOD, NCC-1703
ASR: ORIGINS


==[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: What has it Gots in its Pocketses==
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[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: Racedown

by Brian V. Mansur

SD: 2261.024

Scene: Nearby the Guest Quarters, USS HOOD

Sean and company rushed up the corridor knowing that if Avae really intended to complete her mission then they had only seconds to stop her. Sean shouted ahead for unwitting crew to make a hole. He glanced back to see Stile holding his hat to his head and Gar gritting his teeth from six flavors of angst.

They pulled up short at the intersection nearest Sahen's quarters, panting like greyhounds. Sean pulled the mini phaser he always carried, Gar gripped his own weapon of choice, and Stile brandished his beloved colt. It was dead quiet in the hallway. He peered cautiously around the curve of the cooridor. What he saw made the lump in his throat drop clean into his stomach. The guards ... were perfectly fine. Still standing even. Hell, they had their weapons drawn and were actively checking the corridors as though ready for action. It could mean only one thing.

Aw frak.

"Gar."

"Yeah."

"This girlfiend of your's."

Gar growled.

"Sorry. Friend then."

"Just tell me what you want to know," Gar demanded.

"Is she as devious as you are?"

"Aw frak," Gar said.

Wanna clue me in gentlemen?" Stile said.

"Yeah. We may be frakked," Sean replied.

"Frakked?" the doctor said puzzled. "What? How?"

"She's not here," Sean said.

"Aw frak," Stile said.

"Waddaya think Gar? Is she going to try for engineering. Blow up the ship?"

"Transporters make more sense. Just beam him out to space. Not even bother rematerializing him."

Sean pinched the bridge of his nose as though a headache were building. "Gosh I really hate to do this," He flipped open his communicator. "Sean to Security."


NRPG: Tag :-) I love hide and go seek.

Repectfully Submitted,

Brian V. Mansur

LCDR Sean Merrick

FO, USS HOOD, NCC-1703

ASR: ORIGINS


[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: What has it Gots in its Pocketses

by David Kiel

[This post coincides with the party timing wise. Cedria's activities at the party will be dealt with in a separate joint post with Daniel. The below takes place just after the events of `Decisions' ]

Cedria stood at relay junction seven alpha and examined the display. She examined it very closely, it was mostly shiny and black where the display wasn't showing anything and she used that section to check her hair. She brushed a stray lock behind her ear, her long brown hair was tied back in her usual ponytail. She hadn't really had time yet to freshen up with the dashing about and then the impromptu celebration.

She glanced occasionally to the conversation across the room. It was the best opportunity she'd had thus far but there was no way she was barging into the middle of it all. She would wait until one of them left. She tapped a few codes in to alter the display just enough to see another part of her reflection. There were so damn many people on Starfleet ships. She should really have been an architect, just drawings and a comp screen all day, much quieter.

But then she would have had to be an architect, with the drawing and looking at comp screens all day. She shuddered at the thought.

Mr. Compass rose and shook the Captains hand and departed. He seemed a little pleased with the situation at least. She still would be very happy if she didn't get a chance to meet him again before his transfer. Obviously the department transfer would go more smoothly is she had a few transitional meetings with Mr. Compass but then again not every department transition went smoothly and why should this one?

A little transitional chaos could be character building for her new personnel.

She tapped the panel and closed out the session. Reaching down, she picked up a cup of tea that a yeoman named Greene had forced her to order. Slipping her other hand into her pocket she crossed the room to where Captain Steele sat contemplating whatever had just occurred with her predecessor.

"Quiet corners are the best part of the room, I've often found." She said by way of announcing her presence. The Captain was tall, with shortish brown hair and clear blue eyes. Younger than she expected, more the dashing adventurous type than the bookish academic his file had made him out to be. His expression was calm, and he greeted Cedria with a nod and an even smile. There was no sign of undo tension in his face or in his manner. He seemed to carry the weight of the ship rather easier than she felt she might in his place. He also seemed to have weathered the not quite pleasant events on Arcturus rather smoothly as well. It had been a long time since she had been a psychologist, but the knowledge still came in useful from time to time.

"Lieutenant Zade I presume." Captain Steele said, a hand gesturing to the empty seat across the table.

The Trill woman smoothed her skirt and took the proffered seat. "From my encounter with my predecessor, I take it that my presence was less than expected."

"These things happen in Starfleet." The Captain said. "Fortunately Mr.Compass has a new opportunity ahead of him. So tell me, how has the Hood fared in this unexpected trade? Are you a better navigator than the one we are losing?"

Cedria lowered her eyes for a moment. The unjoined Cedria would have blushed at the audacious question, but Cedria Zade was more pragmatic. "Well, I don't really know him, but, yes."

Captain Steele seemed amused by her reply. His gaze remained neutral, the practice of one used to being in a position of command. The corners of his mouth curled slightly and he seemed at least lightly surprised by her unexpected response. "You seem quite sure of yourself?"

She looked around to make sure nobody was listening to the conversation. "I'm six hundred and ninety-nine years old. There are a couple things I'm pretty good at, better than one can usually manage in a single lifetime. I've been a pilot, a psychologist, a politician and those are just the ones beginning with `p'. On the other hand I have also been a criminal, a drug addict and a lawyer. I am a mixed blessing of an operational asset."

The Captain took a sip of his drink and looked at her evaluatingly. "I suppose we will find out soon enough."

She lifted the command tube from her pocket and looking around one last time, slid it across the table. "And I also come bearing presents. Its command locked to your codes and no doubt contains a data device. For your eyes only I am told."

<A tag for Andy>

David Kiel

Lt Cedria Zade,

NAV, USS HOOD NCC-1703

ASR: ORIGINS

[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: Introductions

by Andy Catterick

SD: 2261.025

Scene: Observation Lounge, USS HOOD


<old>

She lifted the command tube from her pocket and looking around one last time, slid it across the table. "And I also come bearing presents. Its command locked to your codes and no doubt contains a data device. For your eyes only I am told."


<new>


Jack accepted the tube and stared down at it for a moment. His curiosity was of course instantly aroused. Beside the normal concern over what the next mission would bring he had the added pressure of whether or not his transfer orders were contained inside. But it was only a brief pang of apprehension; the message tube had obviously been sealed long before the news crew had laid the covert operation bare. So official censure and disgrace was still waiting on his comm terminal. So it was with relief that he was able to focus his attention on the more important of the two options, his new Chief Navigator. “Seven hundred years old?” He said failing to completely mask the shock in his voice. At least he was able to bite off the ‘you don’t look a day over 100’ comment that struggled to get out. Where was Merrick when you needed him?


“Six hundred and ninety-nine.” She answered demurely.


“Of course.” Jack replied. “I can’t even begin to comprehend that. The things you must have seen.” He said enthusiastically. “Your experience and insights alone will be a tremendous asset on the bridge, as long as you don’t fly the ship into anything I’ll be pretty much happy.”


“No promises.”


“Fair enough.” He smiled.


“I see you have a party of sorts going on?”


Jack nodded. “Its not a standard thing, just blowing off a little steam. The last few missions have been a bit more stressful then most and I guess now is as good a time as any to let our hair down. In general though its not really a nightly thing. Having said that, now would be a good time to meet the rest of the senior staff.”


They both rose from their chairs and headed back down the corridor.


<<<NRPG>>>


Just a quick one, Brian will be happy to know that I’m actually doing work..while at work.


Respectfully,


Andy

Capt Jack Steele

Commanding,

USS HOOD NCC 1703

STARFLEET: ORIGINS

[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: Still Employed

by Andy Catterick

SD: 2261.025

Scene: Captain’s Quarters


Jack lay on his bed and stared up at the ceiling as he replayed the conversation with the admiral in his mind. It had gone better then he had expected it to, in that he hadn’t been relieved of his command. But although the admiral hadn’t specifically said it there had been a very clear ‘Yet!’ in the message he had given Jack. The good news, such as it was, had been that much of the reason for the covert operation had been to keep Romulus in the dark as to where their missing scientist had gone had been negated long before the news crew managed to catch DeSimms on video. The fact that both Romulus and Quonos had sent teams made it quite clear they knew where Sachen had fled to. And it was extremely unlikely that Romulan troops hadn’t noticed Federation operatives firing back at them whether they were in Starfleet uniforms or not. Carstairs did concede that no one had expected even Romulus to have the nerve to blatantly drop troops into what all governments privately admitted was a non-aligned world, official claims notwithstanding, and begin to shoot up the place. And as sensational as the news piece was it was short on verifiable facts. Starfleet already had there publicity people working at warp speed to spin the story that the fight had been between Klingons and Romulans. HOOD which had been patrolling nearby had responded to the turmoil and had taken steps to evacuate Federation nationals who had been in or near the spaceport. In the end it probably wouldn’t wash but by then there would be some other sensational story which would be burning up the comm net.


What a frakin disaster Jack thought as he swung his legs around and hopped off his bed. He supposed he could mope around his cabin for the rest of the day but it wouldn’t change things and it was better to be out amongst the crew. Pulling on a fresh tunic he strode out into the corridor and headed for the mess and a comforting cup of coffee. As he walked along he thought about the mission orders he had received. It was a fairly standard assignment, one that Admiral Carstairs felt that even HOOD couldn’t screw up. A tour of the Celes system would be fairly uneventful and be a good opportunity for the crew to do some training and research. Entering the mess he saw Sean tucked away in a corner staring intently into a viewer. Jack stopped briefly at a food replicator to grab a coffee and then headed over to join his first officer.


“So am I getting promoted to captain?” He asked with an innocent smile.


“Sorry, I’m afraid the admiral is keeping me around for the short term at least.”


“Crap. Oh well maybe next time.” The smile on his face faded. “How bad was it?”


Jack shrugged. “It took a few hours but I’m now able to sit.” He sipped at his coffee. “New orders in. I’ve forwarded them to all the senior staff before I came down here.”


Merrck nodded. “Can you give me the highlights?”


“Pretty straight forward. We’re to patrol Celes and the surrounding systems. Should take about three weeks.”


“Whats out there?” Sean asked frowning, he recognized the system name but couldn’t remember anything beyond that.


Jack shook his head. “Nothing of note. Two colonies, three mining facilities and a small science outpost studying the Sonata Nebula.”


“Anything we need to worry about?”


“Doesn’t look to be. Just a ‘show the flag’ run. Drop in on each facility see if they need anything, deliver some supplies, that type of thing. I’m sure Dr. Corbett will want to have his teams do some health checks and I imagine engineering will be called upon to help out with some minor repairs, parts fabrication and upgrades but all in all it should be a nice quiet change to the last three missions.”


Sean raised his mug in mock salute. “Lets hope.”



<<<NRPG>>>


Hi all, trying something new with the mission. Rather then one we can have several mini-missions. They can turn into something larger or not…we’ll see how it develops. I have no preconceived ideas…and it if tanks we’ll get called away to somewhere more epic.  ;-)


Also, I'm not trying to jump things ahead, just wanted to write something and I don't know if I will have time Tues-Fri. I also don't want to drop myself in the middle of the Great Escape...I'm really looking to see how it plays out.


So, keep posting where you are and ignore my post til it fits in better with the timeline. :-)


Finally, did my post Introductions go out on the mailing list? I see it on the group but I didn't get it from either the HOOD or ASR mailer...and I know I missed that one post from Scott two weeks ago. If anyone got it can you let me know so I don't resend it.


Respectfully,


Andy

CAPT Jack Steele

Commanding,

USS HOOD NCC 1703

STARFLEET: ORIGINS

[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: Blown Apart

by Scott Lusby

SD: 2261.025 Timeframe: Concurrent with Brian's "Racedown" Setting: Corridor Outside Guest Quarters, USS HOOD


When last we left our "heroes"...

<<snip from "Racedown">>

"Waddaya think Gar? Is she going to try for engineering. Blow up the ship?"

"Transporters make more sense. Just beam him out to space. Not even bother rematerializing him."

Sean pinched the bridge of his nose as though a headache were building. "Gosh I really hate to do this," He flipped open his communicator. "Sean to Security."


<<end snip>>


At the same moment that Security and Starfleet's latest hero-wonderboy Lieutenant John DeSimms were getting Commander Merrick's rather pained call for help, Avae Zh'sharav was busy proving Gar was, at least in part, correct: she had completely bypassed Main Engineering (in fact, had not even come anywhere close to the secondary hull) and went straight for Transporter Room 2, on the other side of the main hull from where Doctor Sahen was being held.

Avae had spent most of the all-too-abbreviated time that she was in her cell contemplating her mission. Without a doubt, it was completely blown apart: Sahen was in Starfleet custody, and while she was certain she could get to him and complete her mission, she wasn't all that confident that she could do that AND still get off the ship.

And there was still the matter of Gar.

As she crept quietly through the Jeffries tubes, she contemplated her former lover or, rather, her reaction to her former lover.

Her reactions were far more powerful than she ever imagined it would be in her thoughts. She thought she could control her feelings, move on and not let him...affect her.

She was wrong- oh, so wrong...and it had probably cost her this mission, for in the end, Gar was right: she could not kill him.

Avae's thoughts snapped back to the task at hand as she approached the junction nearest Transporter Room 2. As quietly as she could, she crawled down from the tube, and poked her head out of the tube.

She saw nothing.

With the sort of grin a Cheshire Cat would employ, the Andorian agent hopped down from the tube's entrance, and strode towards the doorway to the transporter room, hips swaying as she did.

It was time to get into character.

Avae stepped through the doors as they parted, and gazed at the transporter room tech with the kind of look that could ignite one's soul.

"Care to show me around?" she purred, stepping up to the control panel an propping up against it in such a way as to make all of the curves of her lithe body demand to be noticed.

The tech noticed them enough to react, but played cool. "I'm on duty, Ma'am," he said simply, turning back to his controls.

A quick boot across the face dispatched him from his chair. "Not anymore," she said at the red-shirted unconscious man sprawled on the floor.


<<NRPG>>

To be continued in about 3 minutes...


Respectfully Submitted,

-- Scott Lusby

Avae Zh'sharav

Am Tal Operative

STAR FLEET: ORIGINS

[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: The Great Escape

by Scott Lusby

SD: 2261.025

Timeframe: Immediately following "Blown Apart"

Setting: Transporter Room 2, USS HOOD


<<snip- from "Blown Apart>>

Avae stepped through the doors as they parted, and gazed at the transporter room tech with the kind of look that could ignite one's soul.

"Care to show me around?" she purred, stepping up to the control panel an propping up against it in such a way as to make all of the curves of her lithe body demand to be noticed.

The tech noticed them enough to react, but played cool. "I'm on duty, Ma'am," he said simply, turning back to his controls.

A quick boot across the face dispatched him from his chair. "Not anymore," she said at the red-shirted unconscious man sprawled on the floor.

<<end snip>>


Quickly, Avae worked the controls in front of her. She knew she didn't have much time...but she couldn't simply leave without...

She slid the mechanisms down, and waited for Sahen to appear on the pad in front of her.

All the Am Tal operative got was a derisive chirp from the console.

"Force fields," she murmured. DeSimms was good, she granted him that: force fields around Sahen's quarters to block transports was Security 101, she knew...but that didn't mean everyone knew it or thought of it under pressure.

It also meant they were on to her.

At that moment, the doors flew open, and two security guards ran in.

Avae wasted little time. She slapped the phaser out of one guard's hand and, as he recovered from his shock, she spun, kicking the phaser from the other guard and knocking him to the ground. Then, turning back to face the first guard, she blocked one incoming blow, then the follow-up, neatly with her forearms. Then, leaning back, she shot her leg out, catching the guard firmly in the solar plexus, knocking him down.

By this time, the second guard had gotten up and had somehow retrieved one of the phasers. Before he could fire, however, Avae had crossed the short distance between them and knocked his phaser arm away again. However, this time, she caught him with a backhanded fist across the face on the return, then brought a knee up into his groin. Finally, a two-handed hammer to the back of the head disposed of the second guard.

The first one was back up again, and this time wary of his opponent. He stood crouched, ready to spring like an Andorian snow leopard would on an ice bull.

However, this time, Avae had a phaser. "You lose," she said, and fired.

The first guard dropped like a sack of potatoes.

Quickly, Avae scurried to the control panel again and, after pressing a few buttons, she pushed the slide controls upwards and, rounding the table, climbed the pad.

It was at that moment that Gar, Merrick and DeSimms entered the room.

"It's been fun- see you boys again sometime," she said, waving and winking.

Then, shifting her gaze to DeSimms, she said- this time in tones of pure ice- "We have unfinished business, you and I."

Merrick was the first to react. "The transporter- stop her from beaming!" he shouted.

Gar hurried to the panel, but there was nothing he could do; the transporter had already begun disassembling her pattern.

He glanced up at her.

"Someday," Avae whispered as she disappeared from the transporter pad.

Merrick was at Gar's side. "Where did she go?"

The Andorian engineer looked up. "My guess is another ship- these coordinates are for something moving at warp nearby."

Sean glanced at DeSimms, who was helping his guards up from the floor.

"Frak," was all he said.


<<NRPG>>

Well, that gets rid of Avae...for now. :)

Daniel- don't take this personal, but you know she'll hold a grudge after John's little 'chat,' right?

Hope you guys enjoyed that.


Respectfully Submitted,

-- Scott Lusby

Avae Zh'sharav

Am Tal Operative

STAR FLEET: ORIGINS

[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: Party Conversations - JP

David Kiel and Daniel Belin

[Taking place after the start of the party and before the `What Does it have in its Pocketses', and before the great escape.]

Cedria had been exploring the ship, trying to memorize the important junctures. It would not do to become hopelessly lost in an emergency. When she had stepped into the officers mess, the celebration had already begun. She hadn't really expected quite as much celebrating to be honest. She was offered a drink by a security ensign, she turned it down with a shudder. Seven years after Padrek Zade and she still couldn't tolerate even the scent of alcohol.

She saw the Captain at the other end of the gathering. There were far too many people for a proper introduction and way too many to give him the command orders she carried. She mingled cautiously and suppressing no small amount of panic at the wide variety of people who might try and talk to her at any moment. Mingling was not Cedria's strength, it was one of Zades, one of the many dichotomies joined Trill got to experience. She knew exactly what to do and how to `work the room', she just really did not want to. Really- very- a lot.

She quickly decided that she might be able to convince the Captain to move to a less occupied area of the ship where she could unload her orders and then perhaps download a nice book for the evening. She carefully moved through the throng until she got to the security officer who had been on the news stream, the one with the shoulder injury. He smiled at her and she smiled back.

"Enjoying the party?" He said gesturing with the drink in his hand.

Cedria looked around, and saw the Captain talking to the navigation officer she was replacing and cringed. That was not a conversation she was going to interrupt. She looked back at the security officer, her eyes drawn to the still open wound on his shoulder. "Doesn't that hurt?"

"Naw," answered DeSimms. He looked at it, "I can take the pain."

"Why don't you just have it autosutured?" Asked Cedria, looking at it again.

"The wound resists laser treatment. Corbett wanted to keep me in sickbay for observation, but I refused."

"Was that a good idea?" She asked, now concerned.

"I should have hired him years ago to be my mother," said DeSimms. He smiled and continued, "The only one around here who ever needed him badly was Merrick. The guy's a fraking injury magnet."

Cedria suppressed laughter. She looked around and said, "You really think it's a good idea to be badmouthing your XO?"

"If you are going to break the rules, don't get caught. Anyways, Merrick doesn't care. In fact I think he knows it better than anyone else," said DeSimms, "But what about you? You ARE a symbiont, right? Tell me about that."

"I'm joined actually. The symbiont is just part of me, we're a shared consciousness so to speak. Once joined we became a single whole. I remember most of the lives of the seventeen hosts before me. I've been many things, architect, astronaut and artist and that's just the ones beginning with `a'." She looked to the side for a moment, "oddly enough I can't draw at all. Some things transcribe well from host to host. Other things not so well. That said I have six hundred and ninety-nine years of knowledge and expertise to fall back on in a pinch."

"Very interesting, if I had so many experiences and memories, I would-" DeSimms was interrupted by a Klaxon.

The intercom came on, <<This is Security Control. A prisoner has escaped from the brig. Situation Baker Two, repeat, Situation Baker Two. Security team to the transporter room. DeSimms, please report to Commander Merrick. All other crew report to designated areas.>> Everyone in the room got up and moved to their respective areas.

DeSimms made for the door as fast as he could, knocking over a Noncom on his way there. this party was over, and DeSimms knew it.

Cedria was visibly relieved by the alert and by the way it emptied the room. She crossed her arms and tried to remember where her emergency station would be in this situation. Ultimately she decided to secure the shuttles, not that anyone would be crazy enough to try and slip through the warp envelope.

She watched the security team scramble out leaving their drinks behind and then headed for the flight deck to check on things.


Respectfully Submitted;

David Kiel and Daniel Belin

NAV Lt Cedria Zade, and SEC Lt. John SeSimms

NAV, USS HOOD NCC-1703

ASR: ORIGINS

[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: Where’d the Doctor Go

by Steve Apple

SD: 2261.025

Timeframe: Immediately after Brian's "Racedown"

Setting: Corridor Outside Guest Quarters, USS HOOD


<Snip from Brian’s Post "Racedown"

"Waddaya think Gar? Is she going to try for engineering. Blow up the ship?"

"Transporters make more sense. Just beam him out to space. Not even bother rematerializing him."

Sean pinched the bridge of his nose as though a headache were building. "Gosh I really hate to do this," He flipped open his communicator. "Sean to Security."

End snip>


Corbett took out his scanner and began moving it about Sean’s head.

“What the hell…”

“Hold still, I think you’re having a stroke.” Corbett grumbled.

“I’m having several with a heart attack to boot.” Merrick sighed as he knocked Corbett’s scanner away. “We’re heading over to Transporter Room 2”

Gar nodded and turned to run down the hallway. Corbett turned too, but was halted by the intercom.

[Trauma team 1 to Dr. Corbett]

“Corbett here,” He said as he watched Merrick stop to listen in.

[Doc we got a problem. Ensign Jimenez started seizing and her heart rate just plummeted.] The medic said in a panic.

“How was she when you first got to her?”

[She was roughed up pretty bad, but was talking to us. We were just taking her in as a precaution when she went south.]

“Pull up her tunic and tell me what you see.”

[She’s breathing, but it’s shallow and there’s a large bruise on the left side of her chest.]

“How far out are you from sickbay?”

[4 maybe 5 minutes]

“Damn it; don’t move her I’m on my way.” Corbett yelled into the comm. then punched it again. “Corbett to sickbay.”

[Saxman here sir.]

“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]

Corbett turned and almost smacked into Merrick. “Go, you can check in with me later.” Corbett said shooing Merrick away.

“I will.” Merrick said taking off after Gar.


Scene: Brig

“Easy gentlemen, she’s hanging on by a thread as it is.” Corbett said as they lifted her. She started to convulse as soon as they moved her onto the stretcher.

“BP 60/20, pulse 28 and weak.” The corpsman yelled as he watched his hand held scanner.

“No you don’t darlin, you ain’t dyin today.” Corbett scolded in his thick Texas drawl.

“BP 40/10, no pulse.” The corpsman yelled to Corbett. “We need a Cardio Stimulator, or we’ll lose her.”

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.

“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.”

The medic said nothing in return. He knew he had screwed up and instead concentrated on getting the patient to sickbay.

The doors to sickbay swooshed open and they wheeled the patient to the surgical suite. For an outsider looking in the action was very quick as the corpsmen and nurses surrounded the table and began to stabilize the young woman and prep her for surgery.

“Sir what happened, you’re covered in blood?” Saxman asked.

Corbett looked into the mirror that hung outside the surgical suite and saw his cowboy had was streaked and spattered. “Mr. Wong is not going to be happy with this.” He said.

“Who’s Mr. Wong?” Saxman asked puzzled.

“My drycleaner.” Corbett said over his shoulder. “Now let’s get prepped for surgery.


<NRPG>

I was with Sean and Gar for “Racedown”, but eliminated without explanation from the fray in “The Great Escape”. So just in case the continuity police are roaming around I thought I’d post what broke me away from the fun.


Respectfully Submitted,

Steve Apple

Stile Corbett, MD

CMO, USS Hood 1703

ASR ORIGINS

[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: Back to the Grind

by Scott Lusby

SD: 2261.031 MD: Three days after Avae escapes and one day after HOOD rendezvous with USS KIDD Setting: Main Engineering, O-Deck, USS HOOD


"What in the name of the eternal gods did those idiots DO in here??!" Gar shouted, his temper finally boiling over as he scanned through the work orders from the past few days. "Where's Compass? I'm going to KILL him!"

He'd spent the last couple of days under the care of Doctor Corbett, as a precaution to the head injuries sustained on Arcturus. He'd thought he was all right...but shortly after Avae had left, he'd found himself with a brutal headache, bad enough to force him to visit Sick Bay; a short examination from the Good Doctor revealed that he was suffering from some post-concussion symptoms.

That was the end of his working for a couple of days.

Still, the time was productive: he had been able to study the changes the Starbase's yard dogs had tried to do- which would eventually evolve into his current frustration, but, initially, had simply produced confusion, as there would seem to be no reason to mess with the ship's communications and sensor networks.

He needed to talk to Compass- now.

"Computer- tie-in," he said, pushing a button on his desk.

[[[Working.]]]

"Location of Lieutenant Commander Mark Compass."

[[[Lieutenant Commander Compass is no longer serving on the HOOD. He was transferred to the USS DAUNTLESS as First Officer two days ago.]]]

Gar grumbled. "Figures."

He closed the connection, and began sifting through the reports further. Truth be told, his crew had done a good job in re-implementing the 'improvements' those idiots from the Starbase had undone over the last few hours...and since he was being somewhat generous, he supposed Compass stood his ground firmly enough in the end...

What was worse was that, now, he had a department full of new personnel. He'd glanced through their files, and all seemed competent enough (they had to be just to be considered for HOOD or one of her sister ships)...but many were young, and that meant they still worked by the textbook.

Even his new departmental XO had taken some convincing...


MD: A couple of hours earlier Setting Chief Engineer's office, Main Engineering, O-Deck, USS HOOD


"I want you to get the work crews going on fixing some of those 'repairs' the Starbase crews carried out," he said, sliding a tablet across the table.

The Tellarite glanced at Gar skeptically- or so Gar thought, anyway; it was hard for him to tell otherwise with a Tellarite.

"Are you sure that's wise, Commander?" Lieutenant Daroth said, grabbing the table. "Usually, repairs are carried out on systems that are damaged in some way."

Gar fumed as he glanced up at his new assistant.


<<NRPG>>

This ended up being too long for one post, so I split it up. Second part coming in a few minutes.


Respectfully Submitted,

- Scott Lusby

/\ LCDR Gar Th'elenth

Chief Engineer

USS HOOD NCC-1703

STAR FLEET: ORIGINS

[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: Starting Over

by Scott Lusby

SD: 2261.031

<snip- from my last post, entitled "Back to the Grind">

MD: A couple of hours earlier Setting Chief Engineer's office, Main Engineering, O-Deck, USS HOOD


"I want you to get the work crews going on fixing some of those 'repairs' the Starbase crews carried out," he said, sliding a tablet across the table.

The Tellarite glanced at Gar skeptically- or so Gar thought, anyway; it was hard for him to tell otherwise with a Tellarite.

"Are you sure that's wise, Commander?" Lieutenant Daroth said, grabbing the table. "Usually, repairs are carried out on systems that are damaged in some way."

<end snip>

Gar fumed as he glanced up at his new assistant; he wasn't sure if he was hearing sarcasm or if he was falling prey to a little racial stereotyping- gods know the Andorians and Tellarites have had their share of conflict over the years. So he chose not to say anything about it- for now. Instead, he said, "Repairs are also supposed to make systems better- more efficient, more powerful, something. And theirs did not; in fact, overall efficiency in this department has dropped several percent. I'd like the highlighted systems- the communications nets, the sensor nets, and their relays- returned to their previous state."

Daroth sifted through the information on the tablet. "These modifications aren't to spec," he muttered.

Gar nodded. "I know- I authorized them and made the changes because they made the systems run better. I already submitted those improvements to Starfleet Engineering. Please do as I ask."

Daroth looked through the tablet's contents for another few seconds. "They don't seem to pose any danger to anyone...and they **do** seem to improve system efficiency and delivery times," he muttered to himself.

Gar resisted the urge to lean across the table and choke the snout-nosed engineer.

The new departmental XO now looked up and met Gar's gaze. "I'll get teams on them right away, Commander."

Gar's lips curled into a forced grin. "Thank you, Lieutenant," he said. "Perhaps, in the future, we'll be able to dispense with the inquiries and simply follow my orders," he added, perhaps a little more pointedly than he had intended.

Daroth's head cocked to one side. "Perhaps," he said, and walked out of the small office, tablet in hand.

Gar felt himself growl as the doors parted behind the brash lieutenant.

////

MD: present Setting: Same

The whistle from Gar's comm panel jarred him back to the present. "Engineering- Gar here."

[[[This is Merrick- Captain's called a senior staff meeting. Seems we got our new marching orders.]]]

The Andorian paused for a moment. "On my way- Gar out," he said, closing down the channel as he pushed himself up from his chair.


<<NRPG>>

Just pushing this to the next step, since it appears our little cloak-and-dagger mission is over. Andy, care to share what was in the special tube? :)


Respectfully Submitted,

- Scott Lusby

/\ LCDR Gar Th'elenth

Chief Engineer

USS HOOD NCC-1703

STAR FLEET: ORIGINS

[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: Chatting

by Brian V. Mansur

SD: 2261.031

Scene: Officer's Lounge, USS HOOD

"Oh for crying out loud Stile, I'm fine," Sean insisted.

"I tell you sar that a man who would stoop to relying on a red shirt to do his job ..."

"Hey watch it," Gar shot.

"A security red shirt," Stile corrected, "Is a man who is nothing short of broken. There's something diagnosable on you and I intend to find out what."

"Oh no doc. I know how you work. I'm not getting naked anymore. I don't need massage therapy from a sweet brunette nurse whose name starts with a K. I don't want any snake oil, voodoo dolls, or cat scans. I am perfectly fine. Gar please put that fork away, you're making me nervous."

"You are a sick man," Gar said.


NRPG: Just a quickie.

Repectfully Submitted,

Brian V. Mansur

LCDR Sean Merrick

FO, USS HOOD, NCC-1703

ASR: ORIGINS

[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: Transfer

by Andy Catterick

SD: 2261.031

Scene: Shuttledeck

“Permission to leave ship’s company and disembark.” Lieutenant Commander Mark Compass said as he stood next to the open shuttle craft door. Inside the young ensign who had piloted the shuttle over from the KIDD did his best to pretend that the fact that the Romulan who was sitting quietly behind him was such an everyday occurrence that he barely noticed him. For his part the Romulan scientist tried hard to portray an individual who traveled on Starfleet vessels all the time. But it was becoming increasingly hard to contain his excitement over his new life. He’d been disappointed with the reception from the officers of the HOOD. To be fair he was sure the space port battle with his ex-countrymen could not have helped. But he was still surprised that he had not been treated more warmly. Of course they were military and not likely to understand how important he was. Well the ever smiling science officer seemed to have a grasp of who was in her midst.

Back outside the shuttle Captain Steele was responding to the request. “Permission granted commander.” He extended a hand. “I’m not suppose to tell you but the admiral has approved your transfer to DAUNTLESS as her first officer.”

Mark beamed. “That’s good news sir. I’d hate to think I’d wasted the last two days going over all her mission logs and personnel records for no reason.” He took a last look around HOOD’s cavernous shuttle bay. “Its been an honour captain.”

“You’ll be missed Mark. Best of luck.”

Five minutes later Jack was back in the center seat coffee in hand.

“KIDD reports Commander Compass and guest are safely aboard.”

“My regards to KIDD’s captain.” Jack said before addressing he new NAV officer. “Set course for the Celes system.”

“Course laid in sir.” Lieutenant Zade replied.

“Alright Lieutenant Steering ahead warp factor five.”


<<<NRPG>>>

Just a quick one. Working on a JP with Steve which will hopefully out tonight.

And for the life of me I don’t know why I wrote the transfer on a shuttle and not the transporter.


Respectfully,

Andy

CAPT Jack Steele

Commanding, USS HOOD NCC 1703

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