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==[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: Smooth Journey== | |||
===by David Kiel=== | |||
SD 2261.035 | |||
Cedria stood next to her console her attention fixed to the standing display. A | |||
three dimensional map rotated slowly on one of the full length bridge displays. | |||
Her eyes traced the course to the first of the patrol destinations. She | |||
downloaded the latest long range scans to the display. No gravitic anomalies, | |||
nothing she needed to fly around, nothing to optimize, it was all so very | |||
disappointing. | |||
She sighed and muttered to herself. "Perhaps Quella will explode." The violent | |||
death of a star would at least give her something to fly around. Ten to fifteen | |||
million people would die of course. She frowned in hypothetical disappointment. | |||
`So perhaps its best if it did not' she thought only slightly ruefully as she | |||
sat at her station and began reading duty reports. | |||
She was beginning to develop opinions about her crewmen. They were good, you | |||
didn't get to a Constellation class ship by being average. Only one of them was | |||
crazy. Third duty shift Ensign, pathological and obsessive, she could see it in | |||
the writing. She wondered how he had gotten to the Hood, it would be amusing to | |||
try and figure that out. | |||
Soon they would arrive at Celes, and some poor redshirt would beam down and | |||
perhaps get attacked by some squid like wriggly alien crawly ick thing. Then she | |||
would get to fly the rescue shuttle down cause you cant transport when a ick | |||
monster is sucking the blood out of your liver. | |||
Cedria felt sorry for the poor red shirt guy who was soon to suffer such a | |||
grisly incident. | |||
She was also glad she wasn't a security officer. She wanted no part in skulking | |||
about mining caves on strange new worlds. She was definitely needed on the | |||
bridge to plot quick emergency courses around meteor storms. He console beeped, | |||
three lights, a small intrastellar piece of flotsam in their path. She rolled | |||
the numbers through her head, corrected for drift, alternated the harmonic arc | |||
to compensate for the warp effect and carried the 34,217.937. | |||
Tapping the small correction in to send the Hood 10,000 kilometers out of the | |||
way of the little whatever it was, Cedria Zade yawned and then returned her | |||
attention to the duty reports. | |||
/// | |||
Many hundreds of trillions of miles away, there was a cottage on the shore of a | |||
dark Trill lake. A Vulcan sat before the fire, he had had nothing better to do | |||
with his time than to gather the wood while the worm worked. He stared at the | |||
flames. The flames helped, they helped with the rage. His fingertips pressed | |||
together in a meditative kata, one that didn't help much anymore. His eyes | |||
reflected with fire, the skin under his scars twitching, occasionally tugging | |||
lightly at his tightly drawn frown. | |||
"She was walking towards me. Walking right to the copse." His voice cracked | |||
with anger, his words dripped with emotion. His voice alone sent chills up | |||
Alden's spine as the Trill poured over federation data packets searching for her | |||
name. | |||
"I will find it. It's just a matter of time." | |||
"Twelve must die. Twelve signed and twelve must die." The Vulcan muttered, his | |||
voice grating, his body tensed. He was always tensed, the emotions crawled over | |||
his skin like an ever shifting disease. They gave him the clarity to see the | |||
treachery, they gave him the fire that the wood so poorly reflected from his | |||
gaze. | |||
Alden was timid and careful, like most Trill hosts. But for this he risked the | |||
Vulcan's presence. Zade had stolen him from him, well her at the time. One | |||
hundred and one years ago. A single moment in a timid and careful life, and he | |||
had lost his chance at love, at happiness, at bliss. A life of timid darkness | |||
had left him with one untempered desire, to see Zade suffer. The amusing | |||
vagaries of fortune had set him in the path of the Vulcan. An instrument of | |||
violence that the Trill symbiosis commission could have never provided him. | |||
Someone who could tread the dark path that Alden lacked the courage to walk. | |||
His eyes chanced to spot a line on the display flickering before him, he paused | |||
it and took it in, his excitement growing to a mild level but nevertheless one | |||
he seldom frequented. He read the details of the intercepted missive to the | |||
glowering Vulcan. | |||
The Vulcan's grimace twitched, the corner of his lips rising slightly as the | |||
wretched worm found the information he needed. His ancestors screamed in wicked | |||
shivering delight in the dark places bared open in his mind. He stood and | |||
glared into the fire almost regretting there was no need to gut the Trill before | |||
him. The fires brightened in his fevered gaze, his quarry was located. He had | |||
agony to deliver, vengeance to release from the chains that only barely | |||
contained it. He whispered the name, a name that now echoed in the screams of | |||
the ancestors, whispered it to the flames. | |||
"Hood." | |||
NRPG: Now approaching Celes, Captain. | |||
Respectfully submitted; | |||
David Kiel | |||
Lt Cedria Zade, | |||
NAV, USS HOOD NCC-1703 | |||
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==[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: Briefing== | ==[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: Briefing== | ||