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==[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: Nothing Up My Sleeve - JP==
===by Andy Catterick and Steve Apple===
<A JP from Steve (the good bits) and Andy>
SD: 2261.025
A few Hours Prior to The Events in Andy’s Post “Still Employed.”
~~Scene CMO’s Office~~
Corbett rubbed his face with his left hand then took a long sip from his glass of tequila. Jimenez was stable and would live, for that he was grateful. He had seen many injuries of this type while undergoing his Emergency Medicine Residency on Orion. The fact that most of them could have been avoided if the medics on scene had been a little more aware of what a chest contusion could produce was beside the point. The Ensign would once again be able to put herself into harm’s way at an order’s notice.
Throwing himself into his overstuffed office chair he propped his feet up on the desk and let out a large unheard sigh. He would let Mother know tomorrow morning what an asset nurse Saxman had been. He knew she would appreciate his noticing. Oh she would hem and haw about the fact that he didn’t call her in, but he knew that was only because she loved him and didn’t trust anyone but herself to assist him. Mother was special to him and she knew it. Damn annoying woman, but he couldn’t think about running the medical department without her. He couldn’t count how many times she had threatened to phaser him in his sleep, or how many times she made sure to support him in the many heated senior medical staff meetings.
Looking over to the desks comm. unit he noticed the red blinking light, he had a message. Flicking the toggle he heard the stiff metallic voice of the computer say. [01:52 Captain Jack Steele]
Corbett pressed the hold button and looked over at the chronograph it was 02:12. Pressing the play button he listened while the message continued.
[Doctor just checking in to see how Jimenez is doing] Steele said. [Let me know when you get a chance]
Corbett could hear the weariness in the voice. Things he was sure did not go well with the Admiralty. Standing he grabbed a full bottle of tequila and headed out the door.
~~Captains Quarters~~
Corbett stood in front of the Captain’s quarters and pressed the chime.
“Enter,” echoed from within.
The door slid open and Corbett stepped through into the dimly lit room. “Beware of Texan’s bearing gifts.” He said walking to the Captain’s desk.
“It’s a little late for a house call don’t you think?”Steel asked sarcastically.
“That would depend on you sar.” Corbett said putting the bottle of tequila on the desk with a thud. “I thought you could use some pain medication.”
“I’m just fine doctor. How’s Jimenez.”
“She will live and as for you being fine, well sar, I bet if I examine you I will find bite marks on your ass that acutely resemble the dentition of one Admiral Carstairs.”
Steele couldn’t help but laugh at his Chief Medical Officer. Abruptly he got up from his bunk and took a swig from the doctor’s bottle.
Looking down at the bottle he found he didn’t know what to say.  The easy answer, the command answer was that he could take it, or its part of my job.  But that wasn’t the real answer and he suspected that Stile would know that it would be a lie.  Instead he sighed and took another drink before he passed the bottle back. 
“You ever feel like you’re in over your head?”
“Not a day goes by.” Corbett said lifting the bottle in salute.
Jack doubted that.  “I’m a good officer and a good commander, but I have to be honest I’m not sure why I was given this command.  There are twelve of these magnificent vessels, can you honestly believe that I’m one of the top twelve command officers in Starfleet?  I can name any number of officers senior to me, who deserve this more than me.”  The fact that many of these officers had been lost to Nero’s attack seemed to have escaped Jack.
“That sar is not entirely true and you damn well know it.”
“Really?  Weren’t you around for our last two glorious missions?”
“Ring side seats to be sure.” Corbett said before taking another long pull off the bottle. “However, I’m not so sure anyone could have done better given the circumstances.”
“Really, well I think there are eleven others who would have done it better.” Steele answered as he took the bottle from the doctor.
“I see, so you are the weakest of the glorious twelve.” Corbett remarked. He watched as Steele’s brow furrowed a bit. “So who’s the best, Tracy, or maybe it’s Garrovick, two men in their fifties who have tons of experience to draw from. I wonder if any of their past missions were less than stellar.”
“I think you hit upon the key word, experience. Those men were born to command and me; well I was in the wrong place at the wrong time.”
“Did you ever wonder why Tracy was so successful?” Corbett asked.
“Great men do great things.” Steele answered morosely.
“Well that great man has a big ole stick up his ass, it’s written all over his face.” Corbett snorted. “Very uncomfortable makes him surly and quick to action. My diagnostic skills tell me that when he moves he doesn’t feel the stick so much.”
“Yeah well maybe that stick is what makes him so competent.” Steele said laughing.
“Oh yes to be sure. Saving the Federation from Klingon incursion was definitely the doings of an incompetent man. Maintaining ones ethics in the face of an incorporeal menace is surely the mark of ineptitude. Oh and let us not forget robbing an aggressive totalitarian government of their genetic mastermind, truly the doings of a skilless buffoon.”
“It was half a team effort and half dumb luck.”  He raised his hand to stop the doctor’s retort.  “I’m not saying I was along for the ride Stile, I did my part I know that.  It’s just…I don’t know maybe I’m just tired.”  Jack crossed his arms and stared back at Stile.  He hated feeling like this, he sounded like he was whining.  And he knew that for better or worse he was in command and had to act like it.  Not that he would ever let his doubts surface in front of the crew.  He supposed he shouldn’t be expressing himself like this to the doctor but in the short time they’d served together he’d come to trust the man completely and value his council even more.  He was aware he could ask for a transfer but he knew that would never happen.  He’d never willingly give up HOOD.  Was that because he was being selfish, or he knew deep down that he deserved to be here, that he could not envision anyone else commanding her or leading this crew.  He snorted at the thought.  “Just arguing with myself.”  He said in answer to Stile’s questioning glance.
“Good, you’ll always win that argument.”
Jack took another drink from the bottle and then picked up the tube their new NAV had delivered.  He stared at it for a long time and then suddenly tossed it to the doctor.  “Here, you should see this.”
Corbett looked over the contents of the tube. The Hood was officially ordered to the Celes and surrounding systems for routine medical check-ups and supply runs to the colonies, mining facilities, and scientific outpost scattered throughout.
“Wow a routine mission, who would have thought it.” Corbett said putting the contents of the tube onto the table. “Now where are the orders for the real mission?”
“Is it that obvious?”
“In Texas we have a saying, ‘You don’t risk your prize show dog on a coon hunt.’ Even as punishment they wouldn’t send a ship like this for such a mundane task.”
“No you’re right.” Steele said quite soberly. “These orders are just cover, the Admiralty feels that our, how did you put it… less than stellar performance will provide enough cover for those who might be prying.”
“Wait don’t say a word, let me guess. The Romulans.” Corbett sarcastically guessed. “Since Celes II is dilithium rich and we are so very close to the DMZ, sorry Neutral Zone.”
“Did you think of that all by yourself Stile?” Steele interrupted then looked over at the bottle; it was three quarters empty. Oh what the hell, he thought as he took another swig. “Celes II isn’t our target.”
“So what is?”
“The Sonata Nebula.”
“Well Jack since I’m almost drunk, how about you save me the trouble of trying to figure this out.”
“What I’m about to say is highly classified.” Steele said then paused for a minute to make sure Corbett understood.
“Yes yes silence and the whole bit. Please continue sar.”
“Star Fleet Intelligence has a listening post in the Celes asteroid belt. Its function as I’m sure you can guess is to keep an ear out for Romulan activity.”
“So what have our boys in black uncovered?” Corbett interrupted.
“A Constitution Class Star Ship has been implicated in raiding several planets in the surrounding system for supplies and people.”
“What?”
“You heard me right doctor.”
“Who is it?”
“That’s what we’re here to find out. The ships transponder does not match any Star Fleet signature. Yet it has been identified as fitting our design and its crew is for the most part human.”
“So why tell me instead of Sean?”Corbett asked.
“Because of the data collected. The Admiralty thought you might be able to decipher it.”
“Come on Jack what’s really going on?”
“Something no one is willing to discuss in the open Stile. They have a human genetic pattern that they want you to decipher and a ghost starship they want me to go after. It’s insane to be sure, but according to the fleet all 12 Constitution Starships are accounted for and no crew has gone rogue.”
“So what in the hell are we going after?” Corbett asked as he finished the bottle.
“A whisper, a phantom, something from the imagination; who the frak knows. Once we get to Celes a genetic code will be uplinked to you and a warp signature to me. We better figure this out quickly, or our less than stellar past performance will catch up to us. For now I expect you to keep my confidence, as I will be relaying the cover story to the rest of the senior staff, understood.”
“Yes of course, my word on it.”
“Good, pretend to be annoyed at the inconvenience of conducting routine physicals when I bring it up tomorrow at the briefing.”
“Don’t worry I expect my hangover will compensate for any bad acting.” Corbett said standing.
“We’ll talk more after the briefing tomorrow.” Steele answered while maneuvering the doctor to the door.
“Good night then Cap.”
“Thanks Stile, believe it or not I feel much better.”
“That’s the tequila, miracle drug and my personal favorite.”
“You able to get back to your quarters?” Steele asked.
Corbett looked at the Captain and smiled. “Me no, I’m way too drunk to make it. My feet however, know the way by heart.”
“That makes me feel so much better. Try not to let the enlisted men see you like this.”
“Aye sar, I shall be the bastion of sobriety should I meet the lower ranks.”
“Well at least it’s not something they haven’t seen before.”
“Oh ye of little faith.” Corbett said as he stumbled out the door to his own quarters.
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The much balleyhooed JP ;-)
Steve: I like it! ;-)
Respectfully,
Andy
CAPT Jack Steele
Commanding, USS HOOD NCC 1703
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and
Steve Apple
Stile Corbett, MD
CMO, USS HOOD-1703
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