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==USS HOOD: Weapons==
==USS HOOD: Weapons==
===by Daniel Belin===
===by Daniel Belin===
SD 2160.213
MD 7.0040
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USS HOOD
USS HOOD


==USS HOOD: Nothing up my Sleeve==
==USS HOOD: Nothing up my Sleeve==
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Yarith cussed something perfectly descriptive of the situation, took her leave,
Yarith cussed something perfectly descriptive of the situation, took her leave,
and stomped off toward the line of body bags waiting to be shipped home.
and stalked off toward the line of body bags waiting to be shipped home.




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Respectfully Submitted,
Respectfully Submitted,
Brian V. Mansur
LCDR Sean Merrick
FO, USS HOOD NCC-1703
==USS HOOD: Prepare to Break Orbit==
===by Andy Catterick===
SD 2260.239
Scene: Bridge, USS HOOD
Captain's log, supplemental.
HOOD has remained in orbit of Outpost 8 for the past five days while Commander Gar and his teams have worked their magic repairing our battle damage.  I am pleased to report that all systems are at nominal and it won't be necessary for us to put in to a Starbase for more extensive repairs.
The round up of the Klingon soldiers on the planet has been completed and all prisoners are currently aboard the destroyers CUMBERLAND and DIEPPE who arrived 48 hours ago.  I regret the number of Klingons that lost their lives.  After returning to orbit I informed the Klingon commander of the defeat and withdrawal of their space fleet.  Given their lack of support I had felt certain that he would agree to  order his troops to lay down their weapons.  Unfortunately the Klingons opted to fight to the death.  We tried once more to affect a cease fire at the unit level with no success.  In the end ship's phasers were used to stun the ground forces.  Some Starfleet personnel were caught in the stun but in the end we were able to sort them out.
Both the crew and I are anxious to get underway and begin our next mission.  At this point our orders are to continue to patrol this sector until relieved by POTEMKIN.  Once relieved, in seven days, we are to set course for the Tilron Expanse.
"End log."
Handing the recording device to his yeoman Jack took in the sights and sounds of the bridge.  The battle with the Klingons had been hard fought.  He still hadn't come to terms with the deaths of his crew but he knew it could have been much worse.  But one thing seemed clear.  This trial by fire had served to forge a team.  A team that knew it could accomplish the impossible.
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Ugh...that was terrible.
Thanks to those who answered 'here'  Now how about a post? 
What kind of captain would I be if I didn't ask!
Scott: I don't beleive Hurricane Bill made it down to your neck of the woods.  ;-)
Respectfully,
Andy
CAPT Jack Steele
CO, USS HOOD
ASR: ORIGINS
==USS HOOD: You Break It You Fix It==
===by Daniel Belin and Brian V. Mansur===
[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: You Break It You Fix It
SD 2260.240
Scene: Enlisted Mess Hall, USS HOOD
DeSimms loved to blow things up. But honestly ... had he known Gar would get the Captain to make him and his department work double shifts to put B Deck back together ... well DeSimms wished there had been a better way to get rid of the Klingons. There hadn't been, of course, and everyone knew it. To borrow one of Corbett's lines, "They'd needed killin."
So there he was, painting the refurbished enlisted mess hall and feeling more than frustrated that they hadn't done any drilling for what seemed like weeks. The Captain had been by a while ago to ask how they were all doing. DeSimms had replied the way he usually did.
"Doing fine Captain. Just doing what's best for the ship." Steele had laughed heartily at that. DeSimms knew deep down though that he was probably cruising at three quarters impulse for insubordination charges. Wouldn't be the first time or the sixth for that matter. He'd seen too much crap in his life to really care.
While dipping his paint roller in for a fresh coat, he looked around. It seemed that half the red shirts on the ship had pitched in. In the corner of his eye, he watched as that cute lieutenant from Communications came into the room. Powers was it? She'd was followed closely by the blueshirt wearing a cowboy hat. "Ride em cowboy," he thought. Good for him if he was getting any pleasurable company out of this cruise.
Powers giggled at something Corbett said and that was enough to convince DeSimms that it was high time to go find somewhere else to be. On the way out, he bumped into Merrick, who was carrying a PADD. Merrick looked at DeSimms and said, "Lieutenant, just the man I wanted to see. Someone still has to tell these crewmembers that we weren't able to salvage anything from their quarters."
"Sir? You want me to do that?" DeSimms replied.
Merrick nodded. "We'll use briefing room four. You'll be talking to Mister Trout, Mister Benson, and our very own Ensign Cory Campbell."
DeSimms exhaled sharply and grumbled, "No wonder you don't want to do it."
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Scene: Briefing Room Four, USS HOOD
DeSimms, Cory Campbell, Merrick, Daniel Trout and Lucille Benson were sitting around the large table in Briefing Room Four. DeSimms waited for several seconds, preparing himself. He thought, "Crap, I'm terrible at public speaking." He decided to get the worst over first, "Mr. Campbell, we apologize, but when security dealt with the Klingons, they..." DeSimms hesitated for a moment, and then continued, "Destroyed your quarters and almost everything in them. We apologize, but you know we operate in a combat zone, and loss of property is a real risk."
"Everything?" Cory fumed, "You little piece of shit, you're not even fit for starship duty you mentally unstable ... ," said Cory in a small spurt of courage.
"That's enough, Ensign," said Merrick. Campbell continued with a slew of insults to DeSimms, and all the 'damn redshirts in security'. Merrick roared, "That's enough, Ensign!"
DeSimms continued, ignoring the still fuming Campbell. He told Daniel Trout that his collection of dirt from all over the galaxy was partially obliterated by Klingon disruptors, and Lucille Benson that her engagement ring from her recently late husband had melted and was now a lump on the floor. She cried so hard that Merrick had to calm her down.
With the bad news delivered, DeSimms and Merrick dismissed the crewmembers. While the others left, Campbell lingered behind. With a petulant grimace, the ensign pointed at DeSimms, "Don't patronize me, Lieutenant. I've been in the star service longer than you and the FO here combined. So don't act like you've seen more crap than me. What you let happen set important projects back months if not years!"
That was it for DeSimms, he stood up knocking over the chair, and yelled at Campbell, "Get the hell out of here Ensign!"
Campbell knew that it was dangerous for him to stay, but as if demons had possessed him he could not resist a parting wisecrack, "I'm so sorry oh King of the Redshirts."
That was the last straw for DeSimms. His arm lunged over the table and punched Campbell right in the nose. Campbell ran out with what looked like tears streaming down his face. Merrick, fighting to keep a poker face, turned to DeSimms.
"You do know that was Campbell right? He's got a Kevlar vest made out of friends in high places."
"Too bad for him he wasn't wearing them over his face," countered DeSimms, flashing a smile that might fit a piranha.
To his credit, Merrick just managed to restrain a grin. "You counting on your Medal of Honor to keep you off the hook? Might work. Might not."
Merrick headed for the door himself. Before leaving he turned back and added, "For the record, consider yourself under house arrest and restricted to quarters. I'll have your letter of reprimand ready to sign in a few hours. Expect to have a visit from Corbett for anger management training, so on and so forth. With any luck, if we make it look like we did all the reasonable steps, we can get you back to duty in a few days.
Finally a smile did cross his face. "Given the seriousness of what you just did, the Captain might have something more creative to do to you than I though."
"Oh? What might that be?" DeSimms said wearily.
"Not sure, but I'm guessing it will involve a lot of alcohol and cigars."
Respectfully Submitted Jointly by,
Daniel Belin
LT John DeSimms
CSO, USS HOOD NCC-1703
ASR: Origins
Brian V. Mnausr
LCDR Sean Merrick
FO, USS HOOD NCC-1703
ASR: Origins
==USS HOOD: Adapting==
===by David Martens and Brian V. Mansur===
[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: Adapting
SD: 2260.243
Scene: CSciO's Office, USS HOOD
Hemux stroked the little bug over his glamourous wings and admired it's colours and shape. She wrinkled her itching nose as she tried again to gingerly set into a cage the insectoid she'd lifted from Outpost 8. It was cheaper than therapy she figured. Facing near death at the hands of the Klingons had rattled many among the crew. She was determined to keep her cool though and the concentration-intensive work of entymology always calmed her nerves.
She had just managed to set the bug atop a small pole in it's newly created home as she realized that someone was standing not two feet from her desk.
"You do know that I've been waiting right here for five minutes don't you?" a somewhat bemused Commander Merrick said.
Hemux wrinkled her forehead and was astonished. "You ... you're kidding right?"
Merrick blinked. "How in the world do you stay that focused? Aren't you afraid someone will sneak up on you and drop a water baloon on your head?"
She blinked her eyes and stared at him for a few seconds. "Um no, I mean, uh, not especially, sir."
"Hmm." Merrick grinned wryly. "Well, you should be. Next time I'm able to do this to you I'll leave and come back with one."
Hemux quirked an eyebrow wondering if the commander was being serious or not. "Is there anything I can help you with, sir?"
"Nothing at all. I was coming by to see what it is you are doing when all the rest of us are having chow in the mess this time of day. Before the mission, you used to be in there every evening."
Hemux gave him a sad smile. "I don't feel so much being around the rest for the moment. She sighed, "I am not so much used to starships, commander, and a battle was not something I was waiting for. I still can hear the screams and sounds of the Klingons when I walk the corridors. I am not sure I can face the empty spots. I was just beginning to build a new family, sir. Maybe you don't understand, but we, I mean my race, are used to a family, friends, people around us. Some of the crew are gone and well, I miss them and it always takes some time to get adjusted to that feeling."
She carefully closed the hatch to the small cage and pointed at the marvelous, unknown species inside. "It takes some time but it will adapt to his new surroundings. In a few days I will also be alright."
Merrick put a comforting hand on Hemux's shoulder. "Come on, let's get something to eat. I'm sure we can get the galley to wip up some egg drop soup if we ask."
Hemux got a realy *really* big smile on her face and gushed, "You know that's not fair! I can't resist a good egg drop soup." Then she held out her arm for him. "Alright then, let's go, and ... thanks."
Respectfully Submitted Jointly,
David Martens
Lt ARr'Rhiana Hemux
CSciO, USS HOOD NCC 1703
ASR ORIGINS
Brian V. Mansur
Brian V. Mansur
LCDR Sean Merrick
LCDR Sean Merrick
FO, USS HOOD NCC-1703
FO, USS HOOD NCC-1703
ASR ORIGINS
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