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==[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: New Superweapon==
==[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: Therapist is "The Rapist" Run Together==
===by Andy Catterick===
===by Brian V. Mansur===
 
SD 2261.031
 
Scene: Sickbay, USS HOOD
 
"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.
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."
 
Submit to the doctor? What the hell was he? The XO of the fraking ship or
a dominatrix partner?
 
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
determination to not give Stile, and doubtlessly the Captain too, the
satisfaction of seeing him squirm before any pretty nurses. There would be
''no'' pretentions of modesty today dammit.
 
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 ...
 
He blinked. "Hello mother."
 
"Didn't disappoint you I hope," Mother said with a cheery smile.
 
"I'm in no mood today mother."
 
"Oh, you got a headache hon? That's okay. We can do it tomorrow night."


SD: 2261.031
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."


Scene: Infirmary, Romulan Warship
"What?"


The Romulan commander looked down at the centurion who lay stiffly on the examination table. “He is our only death?”
"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."


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.”
"What?" he repeated.


“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.”
"Stile says you've been a bitch to live with ever since you came back from
Outpost 8."


“And what of the Klingon heads?”  The surgeon asked, not really paying attention to the commander.
"You have got to be kidding me."


“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?”
"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?"


“This.”  The surgeon said as he dropped a small piece of metal into the commander’s hand.
Sean stared blankly. He hadn't realized he had been *that* irritable.


“What is it?”  The commander frowned.  “Some sort of kinetic weapon.”


“That’s my theory.”  The surgeon answered.  “I’ve been 
NRPG: To Be Continued.


“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.


Repectfully Submitted,


<<<NRPG>>>
Brian V. Mansur


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 ;-)
LCDR Sean Merrick


FO, USS HOOD, NCC-1703


Respectfully,
ASR: ORIGINS


Andy
==[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: Aftermath==
===by Andy Catterick===


CAPT Jack Steele


Commanding, USS HOOD NCC 1703
SD: 2261.031


STARFLEET: ORIGINS


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==
==[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: Nothing Up My Sleeve - JP==
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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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