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==USS HOOD: == | ==USS HOOD: Entrenchment== | ||
===by === | ===by Scott Lusby=== | ||
[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: "Entrenchment" | |||
Posted by: Scott Lusby (Crewman Dale "Dead Meat" Thompson, Security) | |||
SD: 2260.194 | |||
MD: 9.0017 | |||
Setting: Caves on outskirts of Outpost 8, Planetside | |||
Crewman Recruit Dale Thompson crouched in hastily-dug earthworks, phaser | |||
rifle in hand, and wondered- not for the first time- what the hell he was | |||
doing here. | |||
Thompson, whose friends called him "Dead Meat" because of his hunting | |||
prowess (anything coming into his shooting range was simply "dead meat"), | |||
was barely 18 years old. He had enlisted in Starfleet the day after his | |||
birthday, deciding to channel his excitement and wonderment of the stars | |||
into a career. | |||
That was 10 weeks ago. | |||
Thompson had been in boot camp when HOOD had been at Monil IV; he knew only | |||
of Captain Sinclair by word-of-mouth, and had, thus far, never fired his | |||
phaser in anger against another sentient being. Oh sure, he'd fired against | |||
SIMULATED targets, and was one of the few Security people who had | |||
consistently distinguished himself in the joint drills aboard HOOD over the | |||
last week. But the phasers were neutered, and the enemies only friends in | |||
disguise. | |||
This was not the same thing- not NEARLY the same thing. | |||
The Klingons were out there- somewhere. They had a pretty good idea where, | |||
too, although the deposits in the hills and surrounding mountains made it a | |||
little difficult to get a firm count of numbers. | |||
But they were coming. | |||
Dale rested the rifle on the edge of the trench, and squinted through its | |||
eyepiece. There was movement out there, behind the brush and rocks and | |||
boulders... | |||
His brow furrowed; Klingons were supposed to be much more direct than this; | |||
they didn't sneak and hide and bob and weave. It was almost Romulan in | |||
nature-- | |||
And then he saw it- a figure, clearly Klingon, standing upright from behind | |||
a large rock. He was gensturing... | |||
Thompson took careful aim; the minute they opened fire, he would return it | |||
in kind... | |||
It was only then that he heard the whine overhead, descending as the photon | |||
grenade got closer. | |||
Dale "Dead Meat" Thompson had only a split second, upon that recognition, | |||
that the Klingon behind the rock hadn't gestured at all, but instead was | |||
throwing a grenade. | |||
Had he had time, he MIGHT have thought his nickname somewhat ironic, given | |||
its origin. | |||
He did not have time to consider that, however. All he had time to consider | |||
was that, as the grenade touched the ground less than 3 meters from him, he | |||
had no where to hide. | |||
<<NRPG>> | |||
All- just kicking off the ground war on the planet. Pardon the ridiculous | |||
name- that's for all you "Hot Shots!" fans. ;) | |||
Seriously, however, I just wanted to show that sometimes in combat, no | |||
matter how good you are or how prepared you may be, it just doesn't matter. | |||
Respectfully Submitted, | |||
-- Scott Lusby | |||
/\ LCDR Gar Th'elenth | |||
Chief Engineer | |||
AND | |||
/\ Crewman Dale Thompson | |||
Security | |||
USS HOOD NCC-1703 | |||
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