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==[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: Worse Than the Disease==
===by Brian V. Mansur===
SD 2262.049
MD 2.2120
Scene: Metron Sphere
Sean listened in mute horror as Stile described the how and the why of the
procedure he would need to inflict on Kiska in order to extract a cure for the
stricken Gorn.
"At first I didn't bother testing her blood or mine for that matter. I already
knew we weren't AB negative which was the only type left which had a shot at
killing this thing. She's AB positive. But then Kiska mentioned something in
passing about having a childhood case of adenovirus that was very mild. I was
out of ideas by then anyway so I tried a sampling from her."
He massaged at his neck. "There is some factor in her blood stream which when
combined with the herbals are virocidal even in the Gorn." He sighed. "The
bitch of it is the best concentration of them are going to be where they get
started: the spleen and bone marrow. Now the spleen is too vascular and I have
no way to operate properly on it. But the marrow …" Corbett noticeably
winced, "The tool kit from the shuttle has what I need to get the job done
without breaking her long bones."
Sean tried his darnedest to not freak out on his friend. The idea of drilling
into Kiska's body under these conditions with unsterile, barely adequate
equipment made him instantly nauseous with apprehension for his new girlfriend.
"I would put her under of course," Corbett continued unenthusiastically. "She
wouldn't feel a thing during the operation."
"And what about when she wakes up?" Sean asked, trying to be objective. "Sounds
like she'd be in a lot of pain."
Stile shook his head. "I have enough meds to keep her comfortable. But unless
we get her back to a proper medical facility within a few days, infection is
very likely to set in."
Sean ran his hands through his hair in agitation. He was actually having to
take deep breaths to keep calm. He had been in combat situations less stressful
than this.
"Look, Sean, I don't want to do this, but I don't have any other options. At
least we can save some of them. Maybe half a dozen at a stretch. Of course, it
will have to be Kiska's and the Captain's choice whether or not to do this at
all. In fact, Zade is off getting the Captain right now."
Sean groaned, "Given the stakes, they'll probably say yes." He turned and
regarded the Gorn laying on the ground a ways off. Most had grown too weak to
move, but several still have fight in them. "Maybe I am being paranoid," Sean
mused, "But don't tell the Gorn the details just yet. I have this ugly picture
in my mind that they might try to force something if she or the Captain don't
agree to the procedure. Or they might not be satisfied with anything less than
cracking her bones open and squeezing her spleen dry."
"I wasn't planning on telling," Stile agreed. "Bray is a decent enough being but
she is quickly growing weak."
"I'll …" Sean hesitated, his insides a fluttering mess. "Frak it. I'll get
Kiska over here." As Sean started to move off, Stile put a hand on his arm to
stop him. He stared into Sean's eyes with a burning earnestness that brought
the FO up short.
"You have my word as a Texan Sean," Stile swore. "She'll be alright for at
least a few days. So long as the Metrons give up this charade by then and we
get back home, she'll make a full recovery inside of a week."
Sean looked away, grinding his teeth. "We found the damned cure. Surely those
bastards can see that. So unless they aren't worth their word, we ought to be
released soon."
"One would think," Stile agreed. "One would think. Tough to tell with Yankees.
Maybe they just like watching us squirm."
"Or maybe … " Sean dangled the thought several seconds before finishing. "Or
ask yourself this question. If what you desired most was for your neighbors to
keep the racket down, what would be your options?"
Stile had the answer in a blink. "Kill one or the other hooligan right quick or
else get them to sing Kumbaya together. Kiska's sacrifice would sure go a long
way towards making peace. So it makes sense for the Metrons to wait until we've
actually done the deed before letting us go."
***
The thing about not having much time with another species was that it always put
one in danger of badly underestimating them. Stile, for all his experience with
Bray, did not know about certain variations within her species. For if he had
known how some Gorn had a much more developed sense of hearing than average, he
would have taken precautions. Unfortunately for them all, the alien XO, Gilo,
had listened to everything the doctor and first officer had said.
Only a handful of Gorn could be safely treated. Out of over a dozen. But if
the human female they needed to make the cure from were dead, Gilo wondered, how
many more could then be saved? As for the idea of the Metrons waiting out to
see the cure put into effect, that was a leap of faith that was not in Gilo's
nature to take. It was time for action.
"Nurse Ssssaxman," he rasped.
NRPG: Uh oh.
Respectfully Submitted,
Brian V. Mansur
LCDR Sean Merrick
FO, USS HOOD, NCC-1703
ASR ORIGINS
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==[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: The Awakening==
===by Lena Rose===
SD 2262.051
MD 2.2110
Scene: Metron Sphere
How Kiska Saxman made it back to the triage she had help set up was beyond her.
Her legs were weak as noodles after the kiss she has just shared with Sean
Merrick.
Kiska Saxman had grown up around boys as she had five brothers. They had
demanded she keep up with them in their play and work. However, when it came to
boys who tried to be more than friends with Kiska, they had always stepped in
and ruined any relationship. Each boy who had even attempted to pursue her
eventually departed after meeting her brothers and father. They had always
terrified and chased away every male. Kiska had fallen in love for the first
time with a young man who was her brother's best friend. He had been six years
older than her and once again her over-protected family had destroyed it and had
ruined her chance at love.
After that incident, Kiska had down shut her heart and soul to all men. It
wasn't till Kiska was in Starfleet Academy did she feel she finally had the
freedom to safely date men without interference of her family. Kiska had dated
several men but she had not fallen in love with any of them. None of them had
been the one she had wanted to spend her life with, for when they had touched
there was no…magic. Not like the magic and love she had seen between her parents
who, even after 35 years of marriage, were still madly in love and could not
keep their hands off each other.
In her Junior year in Starfleet Academy she had met a young man and married him
to help him out. But her father had gotten wind of the marriage, he had it
annulled, as it had never been consummated.
And now, just fives years later. Sean Merrick has entered Kiska Saxman's life.
Commander Sean Merrick, eleven years her senior, is her commanding officer. At
first she was apprehensive due to the fact he was her first officer and that he
had been pining for his first wife who she shared similar features. But once
Merrick showed her he was over his first wife, the rest of it was not as much of
a concern. He is a strong and caring man and his leadership reflects this. His
handsome features and great body is just the whip cream on top.
And now there was the kiss.
Something happened to Kiska during that kiss… With trembling fingers she reached
up and touched her lips that still burned from his returned kiss. Something had
awaken from deep within her that she had thought was dead and buried deep with
in her heart. The heart she had always tried to protect from all others.
She was in such deep thought that she didn't notice or hear the gorn come from
behind her. The last thing she remembered was hearing her name being said in her
ear and then the world went black.
Respectfully Submitted,
Lena Rose
LTjg. Kiska Saxman
Nurse
USS HOOD NCC-1703
ASR: ORIGINS
==[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: Always Save the Girl==
===by Brian V. Mansur===
SD 2262.053
MD 2.2111
Scene: Metron Sphere
Sean and Stile both heard Kiska's faint little cry and as one instinctually
turned towards the distressed feminine sound. What they saw froze their blood.
There on the dirt lay Kiska's collapsed body with the massive Gorn XO, Gilo,
hovering over her, his fists rising to deliver another blow.
"Security!" Sean instantly began yelling as both men took off at a dead sprint
for the menacing Gorn. But Sean could see with soul piercing horror that no one
could make it in time to deflect the beast's next several punches.
Then a glimmer of hope arrived in the form of two sharp cracks which resounded
from behind them. Zade had just returned with Steele and Bray. She was firing
the Colt that somehow had never made it back into the doctor's keep. The shots
whizzed high; she didn't want to risk hitting anyone friendly. But the noise
sufficiently alarmed the crazed Gorn to make him pause and look around.
"Romulan assassinsss!" the creature shouted. "I'll kill you all firssst!" Then
he turned back to Kiska.
It was at that moment which Kiska roused as a shifting foot from Gilo nudged
her. She didn't know what had happened, only that she had a new headache the
size of Alaska's Norton Sound. Clutching at her head and neck, she rolled onto
her side. The Gorn's fist slammed into ground right in front of her nose.
"Romulan whore, you won't kill us in our beds!" Gilo hissed angrily. Kiska
turned to see another fist getting ready to swing down at her. She had just
enough time to gasp in terror before a blur of motion erased the Gorn from her
view.
Both Merrick and Corbett flew in from the side hollering ferocious battle cries.
They field tackled the murderous Gorn at the legs and torso, toppling him off to
one side of the startled Kiska. The pair then proceeded to pummel the alien XO
with a fury of elbow shots and kicks. Sean dislodged a few large teeth from
Gilo's head when the Gorn tried to snap at him. Corbett nailed the monster
solidly in the crotch.
By incredible luck, Stile got him at just the right angle and depth to hurt
almost as much as it would have a human male. Abruptly all the fight evaporate
from Gilo who doubled up, moaning.
By the time Steele and Zade slid in, Sean was already fireman dragging Kiska
several feet off and away from the ward area just in case the insane Gorn
recovered sufficiently to have another go. By now, however, all the rest of his
compatriots, at least those with any strength, had roused and were on their
feet.
"What is thissss?" Bray demanded coming up from behind Steele and Zade. She
hadn't the stamina much less the innate speed to keep up with their mad dash to
assist with rescuing LTjg Saxman. She looked none too happy that Zade had the
Colt pointed right at Gilo.
"Delirium, I'm guessing," Corbett said, not at all convinced. "He kept calling
us Romulans."
"You not quite that ugly doctor," Bray replied, manner softening. Then she
asked the question Corbett was wondering. "He was in best condition of us. Why
he so sick now?"
Corbett bent down touch the groaning XO's forehead. He isn't especially
feverish. Maybe the virus is affecting him in a way we just haven't seen
before.
Bray seemed to accept that for the moment. They all turned in the direction of
Sean who was fretfully cradling Kiska's concussed head in his lap. They all
distinctly heard him tell her, "You're alright darling. You're safe now. He's
down for the count. Corbett will be over with an analgesic in a minute. Do you
need a wet cloth? I can get you one."
"My apologies for what my officer did to your mate Commander Merrick," Bray said
with real humility. "Nurse Saxman, words are inadequate to express my gratitude
for your aid to us and my regret over this incident."
Sean and Kiska looked a bit like a couple of teenagers who had been caught
making out. They looked at each other wondering how exactly to reply to the
somewhat premature designation of being mates. Fortunately, Sean found his
voice before their silence could begin to make Bray think that they weren't
about to be magnanimous.
"Your words are appreciated Commander," he said. "Um, if we could get Nurse
Saxman over to the comfort of a palate by the lab, we need to talk."
"I'm quite comfortable here actually, sir," Kiska mischievously volunteered.
Sean suspected that the snicker he heard came from Steele because a moment later
the captain said, "Carry her on over Sean. Zade told us that Corbett had
something urgent to share."
That little reminder killed the moment for Sean. And if Kiska hadn't seen the
flash of worry in his eyes, she certainly felt the anxiety in his tightening
grip on her hand. What did he know that she didn't? But as he hefted her in
his arms, she was determined to enjoy the chance at putting her arms around his
neck. Sean in turn took comfort in her smile and warmth as he carried her back
to the lab area.
NRPG: Almost done with the mission unless anyone has a powerful need to prolong
it.
Respectfully Submitted,
Brian V. Mansur
LCDR Sean Merrick
FO, USS HOOD, NCC-1703
ASR ORIGINS
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==[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: Repercussions & Decisions - JP==
===by Brian V. Mansur and Lena Rose===
SD 2262.054
MD 2.2115
Scene: Metron Sphere
***
Kiska's POV
Kiska Saxman felt slightly dizzy as Sean Merrick gently lifted her and slowly
headed to the lab area. In that moment Kiska realized that things had happened
so quickly that she never had a chance to reflect on any of it. And the day
wasn’t even over.
She began to shake from head to toe. Her brain felt like it was overloading on
all the recent events. Her mind screamed, "You were almost murdered by a Gorn!"
Her psyche demanded that she flee but her body couldn’t respond even if she
had wanted it to. The only thing she found she could do was tighten the hold of
her draped arms around Merrick’s neck.
Sean felt Kiska trembling as he carried her. He looked into her face and he saw
her lips and teeth had begun to chatter as if she were freezing. He forced a
smile, squeezed her into him, and softly whispered, “It’s okay. I have you.
You're safe now.”
Her ice-blue eyes stared back into his, searching for reassurance that his
statement was true. “You trust me?” he asked. She swallowed, took a deep
breath and could only nod an affirmative. Then she buried her face into his
chest. The masculine scent on his shirt began to sooth her. Despite the fact
that none of them had taken a shower for more than a day, she thought he smelled
wonderful. Eventually, through his loving smile, firm grip, and tender words,
she was no longer shaking by the time he laid her down on a palate at the lab.
***
Sean's POV
Inside, Sean was a roiling mess of anxiety. He had come within an inch of losing
this lovely woman to a freak attack. It seemed the universe was out to kill all
the pretty girls he met, Jeri being the most obvious.
But oddly enough, it wasn't his dead ex's face that hovered in his mind just
then. He kept seeing that asian girl's terror stricken look in the ground car
on Monil IV. The darling little communications yeoman, whom he only knew in
passing really, had died right in front of him from dissident gunfire. Her
almond eyes had haunted both his dreams and waking thoughts for weeks afterward.
Now, carrying Kiska, he felt threatened by that same sense of helplessness he
had endured on and after the Monil mission.
It didn't help that the danger to Kiska was not yet really over. He had only
been able to affirm her safety with honesty because she *could* say no to the
risky operation needed to extract the Gorn's cure. But, he knew she would do it
and that scared him. He wanted to see her happy. He wanted to get to know this
delightful, energetic, kind young woman. He wanted to love her, laugh with her,
and drink up life with her. If she did the noble thing and submitted to the
operation, no one could guarantee that she would live out the next 72 hours.
Presently Corbett began outlining to the group what he had in mind. Sean, who
had not left Kiska's side, felt her reach for his hand and grip it tightly.
Again she was trembling, almost as badly as before. She stared at him, a look
of desperate fear etching her graceful features. Her ice blues seemed to be
asking, "What should I do?" Sean forced a reassuring smile for her that he did
not at all feel.
"About what I told you earlier," he said. "I was wrong. *This* will be the
most important thing you have done and may ever do. Not just in your career but
in your life. No one will blame you if you refuse and if they do, they can talk
to me. But whatever you choose, you know you have to decide quickly."
***
Kiska's POV
Kiska glanced furtively from Sean to Steele and finally to Bray. The large
matronly Gorn kept silent. After what the alien executive officer had done,
Kiska supposed honor would not allow Bray to speak. But Kiska couldn't help
imagining what the creature must be going through. Her very life hinged on
Kiska's next words. She thought too of the sentient lizards laying down several
dozen feet away on their own palates. If Bray and the others were anything like
her, they were very afraid. They would be afraid for themselves and any loved
ones they might leave behind. She didn't want that for them.
Kiska looked back to Sean's handsome, patiently smiling face. She wanted to
please him. But she was so scared of dying. There was so much more she wanted
to do in life. So many things she wanted to do with him.
Then she remembered how he had offered himself to the Metrons without
hesitation. Despite what he had said about not judging her, how could he not be
disappointed with her if she said no?
***
Sean's POV
Kiska pushed herself up to a sitting position. Alarmed, Sean moved to put a
hand at her back and lifted her unsteadily up. She stared deeply into his eyes
for several seconds. He felt her conflict, the same war of emotions inside
himself: the desire to help battling the urge to run away. Which would she
choose?
She put her arms around him and buried her face in his chest. He felt her sharp
intake of breath followed by a shuddering exhale. She was crying silently. In
a broken whimper she said to him, "I'll do it." Then regaining control of
herself, she sniffed and said more firmly so that everyone could hear, "I'll do
it."
Sean did not trust himself to let her see his face then. It was the answer he
feared she would make and he, by necessity, had helped drive her to it. If she
died from it, he did not know how he would live with himself.
"I'll stay right here with you the entire time," he promised. She touched his
cheek with her hand, and lay back down onto his lap.
"Thank you," she whispered and shut her eyes.
Respectfully Submitted Jointly,
Lena Rose
LTjg Kiska Saxman
Nurse, USS HOOD, NCC-1703
ASR ORIGINS
and
Brian V. Mansur
LCDR Sean Merrick
FO, USS HOOD, NCC-1703
ASR ORIGINS
NRPG: Almost there. 2-3 more posts and that'll be a wrap for this mission.
We'll have to write some explanation of the goings on with the WAYFARER
derelict. Maybe the Metrons didn't like the trader and blew him up. Maybe
another Gorn got him.
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==[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: New Arrivals To The Party==
===by Andy Catterick===
SD: 2262.054
Scene: Station Interior
“Captain!”  Gene Lowl’s excited voice broke through the silence of the moment.  Jack looked over to see Lowl pointing off into the distance while the Gorn beside him stared in the same direction.  Jack looked over to Sean.  “C’mon.”
The two officer’s double timed it  over to the top of the hill where Lowl and his Gorn counterpart had stationed themselves as lookout.  “Captain look at that!”  Gene said exuberantly as he pointed once again.  Off in the distance Lieutenant Ngyuen jogged along a path with a large security detail behind him.  Suddenly he stopped and Jack relized the young officer had spotted them.  He waved frantically for a few seconds before resuming his pace.
“More visssitorsss.”  Bray said as she finally arrived at the hill.
Jack nodded.  “From my crew.  I wonder if the Metrons have granted some mercy.”
“Then where is my relief party?”  Bray asked.
Thirty seconds later the rescue party had arrived.  Nguyen was about to speak but Jack waved him silent as he pointed to a blue shirted crewman.  “McMaster is your tricorder working?”
The young man gave Steele a puzzled look and then flipped it open and waved it over the captain. “Yes sir it does…” His voice trailed off.  “Captain I picking up some sort of…”
“I know.”  He looked to Sean.  “Get him to Corbett.”
Sean grinned.  “On our way.  Come on Tim.”
Jack watched with a relief he hadn’t felt in what seemed like weeks as they raced off.  “Ok lieutenant, give me the highlights for now.”
HOOD is still frozen but we noticed a merchant ship that had crashed into the side of this station.  It appeared to have power so we EVA’d over as a rescue party.  Once we got there we found a hole cut through the hull that allowed us entry into the station.  I thought it best to come looking for you sir.”
“Believe me there’s a whole bunch of people down their that owe you one.  Where’s the merchant ship’s crew?”
“One man crew sir.”  He looked uncomfortably over at the Gorn.  “I’m afraid he was killed sir.”
“Killed?”
“Ripped to pieces.”
Respectfully,
Andy
CAPT Jack Steele
CO, USS HOOD NCC 1709
STARFLEET: ORIGINS
==[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: Last Call For Mayhem==
===by Brian V. Mansur===
SD 2262.055
MD 3.0821
Scene: Metron Sphere
(Shortly before Andy's "New Arrivals")
The operation on Kiska had been every bit as gruesome to watch as Sean had
feared. But in the end, he had stuck by her side as he had promised her. And he
had not thrown up or fainted as he had promises Corbett.
Fortunately for them all, the doctor's skill had carried the day. A mere nine
hours after the procedure and Bray was already showing renewed strength, as were
the other four Gorn they had treated. The day's heroine, Kiska, was sleeping
comfortably under the miracle drugs of 23rd Century medicine.
Exhausted, Sean had just minutes before woken from a nap when Lowel's call came
down. The sight of Nguyen's rescue party filled his heart with an indescribable
hope. Perhaps the Metrons had ended their disruption of the away team's
technology. They could get Kiska and the Gorn back to safety and proper
medical facilities.
But as Corbett ran the tricorder through some scans, he found that one more
surprise was left in store for them on the Metron Sphere.
NRPG: Anyone wishing to cause more trouble for our characters this mission,
write now or forever hold your peace. Personally, I'd like to see Zade and
Corbett hook up.
Respectfully Submitted,
Brian V. Mansur
LCDR Sean Merrick
FO, USS HOOD, NCC-1703
ASR ORIGINS
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==[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: We Don't Rip==
===by Andy Catterick===
SD: 2262.055
Scene: Station
“Alright lieutenant report.”  Jack ordered once the rest of the landing party had moved on to join the main group.
As hard as he tried not to Nguyen looked first at the Gorn captain before turning back to Steele.  The Gorn made a sound which startled the young lieutenant but which Jack had learned was a reptilean laugh.  “You have trained your people well Jack.  Your young officer doessss not want to ssspeak sssecretsss in front of the enemy.”
“This Captain Bray of the Gorn Navy, she is a friend and ally.  Report.”
“Uh yes sir.  As I said we noticed the federation merchant ship and we made our way over.  We found a passage way and made our way here.”
“Ship status?”
“Soon after your team left all major systems shut down and we were contacted by someone called the Metrons.  Apparently they had taken you hostage and you were to be placed in some sort of competition with the Gorn.  I’m afraid I don’t have all the details to that captain as I was not in the bridge.”
“And you said the merchant captain was ripped apart.”
Nguyen shuddered.  “Yes sir.  Into very small pieces.  It wasn’t any sort of energy weapon.  Somehting with a blade.”  He turned to Bray.  “Or a claw.”
Bray made the laughing sound once again.  “We do not rip lieutenant.  We pound and squeeze but generally we just use our weapons.  And we do not kill unarmed civilians.  Perhaps your captain took aboard something dangerous before he was captured here.”
Nguyen shook his head.  “I don’t think so.  The captain survived being pulled down to the surface.  He made several logs.  His last log was after he opened a passage way into this station.”
Jack nodded.  “Potentially he could have had something nasty aboard that took its time.  But I think you’re right it probably entered his ship from here.”
“Which meanssss whatever did it is roaming around here.”
“I never did get around to asking you Bray, do you have any information about this station?”
The big Gorn shook her head.  “No.  It crossssed into our ssspace and we came to invesssstigate  asss you did.”
“We whatever our leaders say about who owns this sector it is on course for one of our more populated regions.”
“Then when we essacpe our two sssshipsss sssshall destroy it.”  Bray promised.
<<<NRPG>>>
There you go heading for a classic TOS ending, enemies become friends when they work together.  As Brian said we’re nearing the end so tidy up where necessary.  Once Steve makes some medical prouncements we’ll journey back to our ships after what I’m sure will be some smug comments from the Metrons about how they knew we could work together and maybe in a million years we can hang with them ;-)
Respectfully,
Andy
CAPT Jack Steele
CO, USS HOOD NCC 1703
STARFLEET: ORIGINS.
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