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==[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: Conversing with Gods - JP==
===by Brian V. Mansur & Lena Rose===
SD 2261.339
MD 2.0750
Scene: Internal Surface, Metron Sphere
Half a sphere away, Sean and Kiska received the Metron's unpleasant
greeting. [You have been infected with a fatal virus ...]
Gritting his teeth to control his shock, Sean immediately motioned at
Kiska, but did not taking his eyes off the glowing being. Kiska had
already turned her tricorder towards him and was punching the controls
with urgent purpose.
[The virus will not yet have multiplied to a level that can be read by
your instruments Lieutenant Saxman. But it will shortly. You will
begin to feel its effects within 24 of your hours. You will all die
between 48 and 72.]
Kiska nearly dropped the tricorder in disbelief upon hearing the final
statement. Only having worked in sickbay dealing with many
unpredictable emergencies and situations allowed Kiska to recover
quickly.
Sean, for his part, felt sick already. The Metron pronounced their a
surreal death sentence with all the pleasant equanimity of a doctor
describing the natural course of a cold to his patient. But if he
were expected to enter some grieving process, he was determined to
begin with the bargaining stage.
"Your distaste for violence deserves the utmost respect," he placated.
"Please, allow us to leave in peace and never return. We beg you not
to kill us. For pity's sake, have mercy on us."
[You're impassioned pleas are misplaced energy. There is a cure. It
is on this very sphere. But you must find it before your opponents,
the Gorn, obtain it first. They are nearby and by our estimation will
prove a great obstacle to you.]
Kiska’s eyes brow rose slightly and then she frowned as she silently
continued to listen to Merrick and the glowing being that claimed to
hold their lives in their hands.
"What?" Sean asked confused. "We bear no ill will towards the Gorn.
Why force us into this competition?"
[Because we will have peace in this region of space.] the Metron state
amiably. [This shall be the last battle either of you ever fight in
our territory. We will not tolerate any further disturbance to our
serenity. So if you beat the Gorn to the cure, you may live and we
will destroy their ship for you. If you fail, you will die here,
either by their hand or by the disease, and it will be your ship we
destroy.]
Kiska’s blue eyes registered a flash of anger as she stepped closer to
Merrick’s side, but before she could say or do anything, she felt
Merrick give her arm a gentle squeeze. She bit back an angry retort
from the insanity of the situation they found themselves thrust into.
Sean wanted to shout, "What sick feint at justice is this?!" but
instead he said diplomatically, "I do not understand. You value peace
and we offer to leave in peace. Why contend with any further violence
by pitting us against the Gorn?"
The Metron did not answer his question, but neither did it leave.
Sean felt sure he had stumbled upon an opening here, though he wasn't
sure how to exploit it. He tried a another line of reasoning. "You
seem to know everything of importance about us so I suspect you are
telepathic. Surely you can see into our thoughts. We are not perfect
but you must be able to sense our sincerity when we say we will leave
and never return if you say so."
[No doubt *you* would not. Others, however, would return. They would
test the bounds of our patience. Only if they see their comrades
experience the finality of death will they truly reconsider the wisdom
of violating our space.]
Privately, if there was such a thing to be had in the presence of
these beings, Sean agreed that they might be right. He sensed he was
losing the argument again. He begged, "Then let their blood be on
their own heads!"
[Our will is decided. This is how it shall be.]
A familiar tingling of impending doom crept up Sean's spine. He had
one last, desperate card to play. "If the point of this exercise is to
prove your intensions, why not just kill one man? Why must it be an
entire ship? I offer myself. Let the others on both sides go."
But before the words had fully left his mouth, the Metron faded away,
leaving Sean alone with Kiska.
Kiska turned to her Sean her eyes flashing with indignation, “You
offer your self?” Kiska placed her hands on her hips as she continued
before Merrick could respond. “Like hell you will! We are a team, what
affects one …affects us all. There is no way you will sacrifice
yourself for all of us!”
“Kiska…”
“I won’t allow it!” she shouted in uncharacteristic behavior.
Merrick felt Kiska’s reaction was from the pent up emotions of shock,
fear and now anger at the situation. He calmly asked, “*You* won’t
allow it?”
“Damn right!” she shouted defiantly, protocol flying out the door as
she stamped her foot. Furious, she looked away.
He placed one hand on her shoulder and gently lifted her chin back up
to him. “Damn right, *sir*." He reminded her with a gentle smile.
"It's my job to keep you and the crew alive. That sort of thing is
not your call…Lieutenant.” Reminding her of their official positions.
“Nooo…no…this is not right. This is not how this is suppose to
happen…we only just….” she managed to barely utter. Her lips battled a
response but his calm demeanor and closeness unhinged her further.
“It’s not fair…”
"Well, we're not dead yet right? We had better link up with the
others in a hurry and get to finding this cure."
"What about the Gorn?" Kiska pressed, worry beginning to replace anger.
Sean looked out at the nearby upside-down horizon. A possible
solution was germinating in his mind, but he considered it so distant
a shot that he wasn't willing to voice it. Not without discussing it
first with the Captain.
"It'll be alright Kiska," he said, infusing his tone with confidence
and optimism. "It's just another day at the office."
NRPG: "Kiska turned to her Sean" - That was a touching moment Lena.
Respectfully Submitted Jointly,
Lena Rose
LTjg. Kiska Saxman
Nurse
USS HOOD NCC-1703
ASR: ORIGIN
&
Brian V. Mansur
LCDR Sean Merrick
FO, USS HOOD, NCC-1703
ASR ORIGINS
==[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: Offline==
===by Andy Catterick===
SD: 2261.347
<old>
“That flying basketball said the cure could be found here on the sphere.”
“I don’t see that we have much choice. Alright Stile I’ll play it your way. You perform scans every ten minutes until it shows up or 24 hours elapses. If it shows up you better figure out in a hurry what to do to cure it.”
“In the mean time,” Corbett drawled. “Might I suggest we survey the rest of this rock and scan every moss, grass, plant and tree around so I can try to synthesize a cure if it shows up.”
<new>
“Jack?”  Stile asked after several seconds of silence from the captain.
“Sorry just some internal bickering with myself about us being dropped into another damn test.  What is it with all these apparently ‘superior’ races feeling they can pass judgment on us?”
“It could have been worse I suppose.”  Stile replied.  “They could have  decided summarily.”
“At least we have a chance.”  Jack agreed.  “It is however getting damned tiring have to continually prove ourselves in this manner.”
“You’re not worried are you?”  Stile drawled.
“Beyond the obvious?”  Jack chuckled.  “No.  I’ll put our crew up against anyone at anytime.  I just don’t like playing the lab rat and having the crew’s lives threatened by some intergalactic busybodies.”
“Captain.”  Cedria said as she apparoached.  “I can’t raise Commander Merrick.”
Jack tried his communicator with the same results.  Trying the ship was as unsuccessful.  “Damn!”
Stile looked up from the tricorder he scrutinized moments before.  “Its dead.”  A quick glance at the captain’s phaser confirmed all equipment was suddenly useless.  “Well that should make the cure a bit harder to find.”
<<<NRPG>>>
Hi gang.  Still here, but barely.  I’m going to continue to have limited time until first week of Jan but I hope to get one or two more posts in before the end of the month.  I’d give you all a poke for not posting but who am I to talk. :-/  Still I hope to see something.
I’m thinking that the Gorn will have instruments that work but no doctor and no expertise to diagnose and cure whatever ails us all.  The unnanoucned goal of the Metrons being that we come together, get over our predjudices and work together to save each other.  But that is not in anyway written in stone so if someone has a different idea they want to run with that’s good to.  So long as we don’t get bogged down with too much as we did in the last mission.
Hope all is good with all of you.
Respectfully,
Andy
Capt Jack Steele
CO, USS HOOD NCC 1703
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[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: Conversing with Gods - JP

by Brian V. Mansur & Lena Rose

SD 2261.339

MD 2.0750

Scene: Internal Surface, Metron Sphere

Half a sphere away, Sean and Kiska received the Metron's unpleasant greeting. [You have been infected with a fatal virus ...]

Gritting his teeth to control his shock, Sean immediately motioned at Kiska, but did not taking his eyes off the glowing being. Kiska had already turned her tricorder towards him and was punching the controls with urgent purpose.

[The virus will not yet have multiplied to a level that can be read by your instruments Lieutenant Saxman. But it will shortly. You will begin to feel its effects within 24 of your hours. You will all die between 48 and 72.]

Kiska nearly dropped the tricorder in disbelief upon hearing the final statement. Only having worked in sickbay dealing with many unpredictable emergencies and situations allowed Kiska to recover quickly.

Sean, for his part, felt sick already. The Metron pronounced their a surreal death sentence with all the pleasant equanimity of a doctor describing the natural course of a cold to his patient. But if he were expected to enter some grieving process, he was determined to begin with the bargaining stage.

"Your distaste for violence deserves the utmost respect," he placated. "Please, allow us to leave in peace and never return. We beg you not to kill us. For pity's sake, have mercy on us."

[You're impassioned pleas are misplaced energy. There is a cure. It is on this very sphere. But you must find it before your opponents, the Gorn, obtain it first. They are nearby and by our estimation will prove a great obstacle to you.]

Kiska’s eyes brow rose slightly and then she frowned as she silently continued to listen to Merrick and the glowing being that claimed to hold their lives in their hands.

"What?" Sean asked confused. "We bear no ill will towards the Gorn. Why force us into this competition?"

[Because we will have peace in this region of space.] the Metron state amiably. [This shall be the last battle either of you ever fight in our territory. We will not tolerate any further disturbance to our serenity. So if you beat the Gorn to the cure, you may live and we will destroy their ship for you. If you fail, you will die here, either by their hand or by the disease, and it will be your ship we destroy.]

Kiska’s blue eyes registered a flash of anger as she stepped closer to Merrick’s side, but before she could say or do anything, she felt Merrick give her arm a gentle squeeze. She bit back an angry retort from the insanity of the situation they found themselves thrust into.

Sean wanted to shout, "What sick feint at justice is this?!" but instead he said diplomatically, "I do not understand. You value peace and we offer to leave in peace. Why contend with any further violence by pitting us against the Gorn?"

The Metron did not answer his question, but neither did it leave. Sean felt sure he had stumbled upon an opening here, though he wasn't sure how to exploit it. He tried a another line of reasoning. "You seem to know everything of importance about us so I suspect you are telepathic. Surely you can see into our thoughts. We are not perfect but you must be able to sense our sincerity when we say we will leave and never return if you say so."

[No doubt *you* would not. Others, however, would return. They would test the bounds of our patience. Only if they see their comrades experience the finality of death will they truly reconsider the wisdom of violating our space.]

Privately, if there was such a thing to be had in the presence of these beings, Sean agreed that they might be right. He sensed he was losing the argument again. He begged, "Then let their blood be on their own heads!"

[Our will is decided. This is how it shall be.]

A familiar tingling of impending doom crept up Sean's spine. He had one last, desperate card to play. "If the point of this exercise is to prove your intensions, why not just kill one man? Why must it be an entire ship? I offer myself. Let the others on both sides go."

But before the words had fully left his mouth, the Metron faded away, leaving Sean alone with Kiska.

Kiska turned to her Sean her eyes flashing with indignation, “You offer your self?” Kiska placed her hands on her hips as she continued before Merrick could respond. “Like hell you will! We are a team, what affects one …affects us all. There is no way you will sacrifice yourself for all of us!”

“Kiska…”

“I won’t allow it!” she shouted in uncharacteristic behavior.

Merrick felt Kiska’s reaction was from the pent up emotions of shock, fear and now anger at the situation. He calmly asked, “*You* won’t allow it?”

“Damn right!” she shouted defiantly, protocol flying out the door as she stamped her foot. Furious, she looked away.

He placed one hand on her shoulder and gently lifted her chin back up to him. “Damn right, *sir*." He reminded her with a gentle smile. "It's my job to keep you and the crew alive. That sort of thing is not your call…Lieutenant.” Reminding her of their official positions.

“Nooo…no…this is not right. This is not how this is suppose to happen…we only just….” she managed to barely utter. Her lips battled a response but his calm demeanor and closeness unhinged her further. “It’s not fair…”

"Well, we're not dead yet right? We had better link up with the others in a hurry and get to finding this cure."

"What about the Gorn?" Kiska pressed, worry beginning to replace anger.

Sean looked out at the nearby upside-down horizon. A possible solution was germinating in his mind, but he considered it so distant a shot that he wasn't willing to voice it. Not without discussing it first with the Captain.

"It'll be alright Kiska," he said, infusing his tone with confidence and optimism. "It's just another day at the office."


NRPG: "Kiska turned to her Sean" - That was a touching moment Lena.

Respectfully Submitted Jointly,

Lena Rose

LTjg. Kiska Saxman

Nurse

USS HOOD NCC-1703

ASR: ORIGIN


&


Brian V. Mansur

LCDR Sean Merrick

FO, USS HOOD, NCC-1703

ASR ORIGINS



[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: Offline

by Andy Catterick

SD: 2261.347

<old>

“That flying basketball said the cure could be found here on the sphere.”

“I don’t see that we have much choice. Alright Stile I’ll play it your way. You perform scans every ten minutes until it shows up or 24 hours elapses. If it shows up you better figure out in a hurry what to do to cure it.”

“In the mean time,” Corbett drawled. “Might I suggest we survey the rest of this rock and scan every moss, grass, plant and tree around so I can try to synthesize a cure if it shows up.”

<new>


“Jack?” Stile asked after several seconds of silence from the captain.


“Sorry just some internal bickering with myself about us being dropped into another damn test. What is it with all these apparently ‘superior’ races feeling they can pass judgment on us?”


“It could have been worse I suppose.” Stile replied. “They could have decided summarily.”


“At least we have a chance.” Jack agreed. “It is however getting damned tiring have to continually prove ourselves in this manner.”


“You’re not worried are you?” Stile drawled.


“Beyond the obvious?” Jack chuckled. “No. I’ll put our crew up against anyone at anytime. I just don’t like playing the lab rat and having the crew’s lives threatened by some intergalactic busybodies.”


“Captain.” Cedria said as she apparoached. “I can’t raise Commander Merrick.”


Jack tried his communicator with the same results. Trying the ship was as unsuccessful. “Damn!”


Stile looked up from the tricorder he scrutinized moments before. “Its dead.” A quick glance at the captain’s phaser confirmed all equipment was suddenly useless. “Well that should make the cure a bit harder to find.”


<<<NRPG>>>


Hi gang. Still here, but barely. I’m going to continue to have limited time until first week of Jan but I hope to get one or two more posts in before the end of the month. I’d give you all a poke for not posting but who am I to talk. :-/ Still I hope to see something.


I’m thinking that the Gorn will have instruments that work but no doctor and no expertise to diagnose and cure whatever ails us all. The unnanoucned goal of the Metrons being that we come together, get over our predjudices and work together to save each other. But that is not in anyway written in stone so if someone has a different idea they want to run with that’s good to. So long as we don’t get bogged down with too much as we did in the last mission.


Hope all is good with all of you.


Respectfully,


Andy


Capt Jack Steele

CO, USS HOOD NCC 1703

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