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==[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: Escaped Killer...Rabbits?!==
===by Daniel Belin===
Shipboard Time: 0300
Scene: Security Office
DeSimms was sleeping on his desk. He passed out filing reports on ship battle readiness. A half-finished glass of soda water was spilled on the floor. The halls were nearly empty, with most of the crew catching up on needed rest.
Suddenly a klaxon went off in the office, indicating a security alert. The computer screen lit up with the face of a Lieutenant in sciences blue, <<SECURITY! We have a situation!>>
DeSimms groaned, “Calm down. Whats going on?”
<<I am in the zoology department. Some horned Tarsian rabbits has escaped.>>
DeSimms raised an eyebrow, “Since when are we keeping a zoo onboard.”
“Its part of cultural exchange, we received one as a-”, the Lieutenant interrupted himself, “That's not important. They are dangerous!”
“Wait.” DeSimms said incredulously, “You want me to go after a killer rabbit?”
“Two,” the Lieutenant became louder, “Very large rabbits with nine inch horns covered in neurotoxin.”
“Oh you have got to be shitting me,” He keyed up medical on the communicator.
“This is DeSimms, we have a situation. Some large rabbits have escaped, they are horned and they are deadly.”
Mother came on the hook and said, loudly, <<Killer Rabbits? Slow down, boy, say again?>>
“No joke mother. Killer rabbits. I'll tie you in to zoology, they can tell you more.”
DeSimms could almost hear Mother shaking her head through the comm unit as she said, <<Understood.>>
DeSimms then keyed up the Captain. It took a few calls to his quarters before he responded with an annoyed, <<What?!>>
“This is DeSimms. We have a situation originating in zoology department. Two-”
Steele quickly interrupted, <<Let me guess, the killer rabbits. I said they were a bad idea, but NO. Lets accept gifts from strangers.>>
“Uh...Yes Sir, advising Security Alert Hotel-9. All crew should report to security zones.”
<<Understood. Go ahead with the alert>> The communication terminated. DeSimms keyed up the bridge.
“This is DeSimms in security. Go to security alert Hotel-Nine. Have Security Squad Saber meet me in Armory.”
After a few seconds of silence, the ship-wide intercom activated. The voice of Lieutenant Steering came on, <<This is the bridge. Go to plan Hotel Nine. All crews report to safety stations. Medical staff report to sickbay. Saber squad- report to armory and await further instructions.>>
The corridors became crowded with people moving hurriedly to their security stations. And before these people could get any sleep, DeSimms would have to chase and find two killer rabbits. Joy.
Submitted with Respect,
Daniel Belin
John DeSimms, SEC
USS HOOD, NCC-1703