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==[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: Nothing Up My Sleeve - JP==
==[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: Therapist is "The Rapist" Run Together==
===by Andy Catterick and Steve Apple===
===by Brian V. Mansur===
 
 
<A JP from Steve (the good bits) and Andy>
SD 2261.031
   
 
SD: 2261.025
Scene: Sickbay, USS HOOD
 
 
A few Hours Prior to The Events in Andy’s Post “Still Employed.”
"I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you," Sean sat muttering.
   
 
 
It had taken an order from the Captain to get him back onto the exam table.
~~Scene CMO’s Office~~
His exact words had in fact been "No this is not a joke. Yes mister, march
 
your butt to sickbay and submit to the doctor."
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.
 
 
Submit to the doctor? What the hell was he? The XO of the fraking ship or
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.  
a dominatrix partner?
 
 
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]  
And now his butt was cold. That was because he hadn't even bothered to tie
 
up the stupid exam gown. Instead, he ground his teeth in dead set
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.  
determination to not give Stile, and doubtlessly the Captain too, the
 
satisfaction of seeing him squirm before any pretty nurses. There would be
[Doctor just checking in to see how Jimenez is doing] Steele said. [Let me know when you get a chance]
''no'' pretentions of modesty today dammit.
 
 
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.
It was while he was scratching his left cheek that the perfunctory knock at
 
the exam stall's doorpost came. He took a deep breath and in walked ...
 
 
~~Captains Quarters~~
He blinked. "Hello mother."
 
 
Corbett stood in front of the Captain’s quarters and pressed the chime.
"Didn't disappoint you I hope," Mother said with a cheery smile.
 
 
“Enter,” echoed from within.
"I'm in no mood today mother."
 
 
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.
"Oh, you got a headache hon? That's okay. We can do it tomorrow night."
 
 
“It’s a little late for a house call don’t you think?”Steel asked sarcastically.
Sean rolled his eyes. "I never knew off color was your thing. Just what
 
has Stile cooked up for me this time?"
 
"Me. As a matter of fact."
 
"What?"
 
"I've been promoted to ship's marriage counselor for a day. Stile thinks
something is eating at you and he sent me in to find out what."
 
"What?" he repeated.
 
"Stile says you've been a bitch to live with ever since you came back from
Outpost 8."
 
"You have got to be kidding me."
 
"He even tried to hook you up with Kiska thinking that might help. Tsk Tsk.
Talk about a drop dead little hottie. And you gunned by her like a yellow
stoplight. Now, I know you aren't gay, so why don't you tell me what is
this all about?"
 
Sean stared blankly. He hadn't realized he had been *that* irritable.
 
 
NRPG: To Be Continued.
 
 
Repectfully Submitted,
 
Brian V. Mansur
 
LCDR Sean Merrick
 
FO, USS HOOD, NCC-1703
 
ASR: ORIGINS
 
==[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: Aftermath==
===by Andy Catterick===
 
 
SD: 2261.031
 
 
Scene: Spaceport, New Detroit
 
K’temec sat among the smoking ruin that had once been the New Detroit spaceport.  He had not only failed, he had failed spectacularly.  His wife sat beside him.  He hoped with all his Klingon blood that she would pull out her weapon and kill him.  It would be easier then maintaining this life, especially now that her nagging and disappointment would increase.  He had known for sometime he would not see Sto’vokor but at this point the horror he would see in the afterlife seemed much more tolerable.
 
The cursed Starfleeters had robbed him of his prey but not before those soulless automaton’s had swooped in like a plague of hilra and spread chaos everywhere.  Even his own countrymen, the Klingons from the Bird of Prey had only help muddy the waters.  Once all of that had happened he had not been able to even see the Romulan traitor much less capture him.
 
He cursed the day he had ever heard the name Sachen.  He had become accustomed to his lot in life.  It had been miserable but at least he had accepted it.  To live these past two weeks with the hope of success and vindication had been a heady dream. He had planned his new future, fantasized about the planets he would visit, the promotions and accolades that would be showered upon him.  The respect his wife would be forced to give him.
 
“Agent K’temec.”  A deep voice behind him said.  “You are K’Temec?”  It asked again when he did not answer.
 
Slowly he brought himself to his feet and turned to meet the voice.  “I am.”
 
“I am Biltem, I am the new captain of the Klingon warship DAGGER, I have been instructed to return you to the homeworld immediately.  Do you have personal items to gather?”
 
So that was it.  Recalled to the Council to answer for his ‘crimes’.  He looked over at the soldier.  Perhaps this commander would allow him to take his own life first.  Probably not, he thought, then he would fail in his mission.  “No.”  He nodded over to his wife.  “We are ready.”
 
“Good.”  He pulled out his communicator to command for the transport of the small party.  But before he did he leaned closer to K’Temec.  “Fear not brother we go home as heroes.”
 
“What!”  The old Klingon asked in confusion.
 
“Before my captain died he saw that the Romulan’s had recaptured their traitor.  We could not let that happen so we were able to assault the weak Romulans and kill the traitor before they could transport him out.  By defeating the Romulans we have struck a major blow.  Have we not?”  He looked at the Klingon spy expectantly.  “That is what I have reported to my commander.”
 
But that’s not what happened K’Temec wanted to scream.  He had seen the Romulan whisked away by Starfleet it was all a lie. Finally he spoke.  “I watched your commander die and my heart wanted to burst with pride.  I only hope you recounted your own exploits to your superiors.  I certainly will make sure they hear of them.”
 
The two Klingons smiled as the transporter beam took them.
 
<<<NRPG>>>
 
Lets hope the high council doesn’t watch FNN.
 
 
Respectfully,
 
Andy
 
CAPT Jack Steele
 
Commanding, USS HOOD NCC 1703
 
STARFLEET: ORIGINS
 
==[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: Somewhere a Pimp is Crying==
===by Brian V. Mansur===
SD 2261.031
Scene: Sickbay, USS HOOD
"Look, mother," Sean began and suddenly didn't have anything to say.  He
looked away.  "Damn it Stile," he whispered.
And he just sat there for what he guessed must have been a few minutes.
Very quietly mother pulled up an rolling stool and sat down.
"I cleared out sickbay.  You can talk.  I even made sure Stile's little spy
cams and microphones are turned off." 
He looked up.  "I knew it.  I knew he'd put a security system in the dirty voyueur."
"We're focusing on you tonight Commander."
He looked away again. 
"Survivor's guilt.  Crisis of Faith.  Living on floating looney bins in space for two years straight.  Take your pick."
NRPG: I'll have to pick this up another night.  It's back to the grind stone. 
Repectfully Submitted,
 
Brian V. Mansur
 
LCDR Sean Merrick
 
FO, USS HOOD, NCC-1703
 
ASR: ORIGINS
 
==[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: New Superweapon==
===by Andy Catterick===
 
SD: 2261.031
 
 
Scene: Infirmary, Romulan Warship
 
The Romulan commander looked down at the centurion who lay stiffly on the examination table.  “He is our only death?”
 
The surgeon nodded as he stared at the medical scanner on the wall.  It was not nearly as sophisticated as what the Federation starship no doubt had.  But it didn’t have to be in this case.  “Yes, the only death.  Many injuries mostly from swords those barbaric Klingons were flaying around with.  But fewer then I had expected.  It would see our Starfleet friends kept their weapons on stun.”
 
“As they should, as did we.  I surmise their commander understood the absurdity of this mission as I did.  The loss of one scientist was not worth the possibility of war.  We are lucky neither of us lost our heads.  The results could have proven to be disasterous.”
 
“And what of the Klingon heads?”  The surgeon asked, not really paying attention to the commander.
 
“I had no difficulty ordering my soldiers to kill those dogs.  They deserve it and nothing will come of it.”  The commander did not add that he knew the two governments were secretly in talks to develop closer ties.  The Klingon Navy was going to supply Romulus with what they deemed state-of-the-art battleships and in return Romulus would surrender cloaking technology.  It was one of the most short sighted policies he had ever heard of.  He was certain the Empire would come to regret it.  “I don’t see any large wounds.”  He said bringing the discussion back to the present.  “What killed him?”
 
“This.”  The surgeon said as he dropped a small piece of metal into the commander’s hand.
 
“What is it?”  The commander frowned.  “Some sort of kinetic weapon.”
 
“That’s my theory.”  The surgeon answered.  “I’ve been 
 
“Klingons aren’t smart enough.  Must be Starfleet.  No wave signature to trace.  Some sort of knew covert weapon.”  He frowned.  “That’s all we need another magic trick from Starfleet’s armoury.”  He turned and headed for his office already beginning to form his report in his mind.
 
 
<<<NRPG>>>
 
Not want to post anything ‘up to date’ in answer to the hooks already out there til the JP goes out…not that it is earth shattering or anything just we’ve got several time periods going at once.  Thought it best to stick to the past for now ;-)
 
 
Respectfully,
 
Andy
 
CAPT Jack Steele
 
Commanding, USS HOOD NCC 1703
 
STARFLEET: ORIGINS
 
==[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.”
“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.”


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==[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: Green dreams==
==[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: Green dreams==
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==[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: Another You Another Me==
==[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: Another You Another Me - JP==
===by Andy Catterick and Steve Apple===
===by Andy Catterick and Steve Apple===


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==[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: A Visit From Christmas Past==
==[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: A Visit From Christmas Past - JP==
===by Lena Rose and Brian V. Mansur===
===by Lena Rose and Brian V. Mansur===


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==[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: Fireside Chat==
==[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: Fireside Chat - JP==
===by Lena Rose and Brian V. Mansur===
===by Lena Rose and Brian V. Mansur===
   
   
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