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===by Daniel Belin and Brian V. Mansur=== | ===by Daniel Belin and Brian V. Mansur=== | ||
ORIGINS] USS HOOD: You Break It You Fix It | [ORIGINS] USS HOOD: You Break It You Fix It | ||
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==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 | |||
LCDR Sean Merrick | |||
FO, USS HOOD NCC-1703 | |||
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