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USS HOOD NCC-1703
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==USS HOOD: Round One==
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==USS HOOD: ==
==USS HOOD: Step Up==
===by ===
===by Brian V. Mansur===
 
[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: Step Up
 
SD 2260.205
MD 10.0030
 
 
Scene: Bridge, IKS BLOOD OATH
 
Koreth shifted in his command chair, wincing at the reports.  Two line
battlecruisers had suffered serious damage.  Another was now being pursued hotly
by the HOOD.  And from all indications, the HOOD had taken only light damage. 
 
Koreth slammed his fist onto his arm rest.  Well, *that* had certainly
determined how well the Federation had upgraded their starship designs.  It was
time to end this phase the operation. 
 
"Helm!" he barked.  "Take us out!  Intercept the Federation ship."
 
 
 
 
Scene: Bridge, USS HOOD
 
"Um, captain," Navigator Hartinger began, "I think we're about to get our asses
kicked."
 
Steele was about to ask what the commander was talking about when he glanced at
the Nav's tri-d scope and instantly did a double take.  A ship larger than any
Steele had seen was barreling after them. 
 
Steele wasted no time.  "Hemux.  Analysis now."  A few twists of nobs and
thumping of buttons later and the Science Office told them everything they
didn't want to hear. 
 
"An unknown class of Klingon starship.  Reading multiple heavy weapons sir."
Hemux as serenely as she could manage under the circumstances.  No one bothered
to mention that the enemy was gaining fast.  After the latest engagement, the
engines were doing their best to make Warp 7 after the battlecruiser ahead. 
 
Which was now turning to face them.  They were caught in a pincer. 
 
"Aw crap," Steele said.
 
 
NRPG: Dan B/Steve, I know this was meant to be a JP, but given the posting
frequency these last few weeks, I made the command decision to put out this
postlet that you or anyone else could build off of.  If you have something you
want me to add to, just pass it over.  The Klingons are coming guys!  Dave, Dan
G, you still there?  Bring out the Brown Pants! 
 
 
Respectfully Submitted,


Brian V. Mansur


LCDR Sean Merrick


----
FO, USS HOOD NCC-1703
 
ASR ORIGINS
 
==USS HOOD: Why It Sucks to Be a Redshirt Lesson 1==
===by Steve Apple and Brian V. Mansur===
 
SD 2260.205
 
MD 10.0030
 
 
[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: Why It Sucks to Be a Redshirt Lesson 1
 
 
 
Scene: Security Holding Cell, IKS BLOOD OATH
 
 
 
Commodore Koreth relaxed on the unpadded durasteel slab protruding from the holding cell's wall. He watched as two of his warriors rolled in a high backed chair and portable computer console. The chair featured clamps to hold arms and feet in place.  At the top of the chair lay a metallic band with needles and electrodes.
 
 
 
An old Klingon nodded to the Commodore as he entered the room. “My Lord.”
 
 
 
Koreth looked his chief healer over. How such an old man managed to keep all the warriors on this ship battle ready was a mystery to him. Koreth trusted the old man more than anyone else alive.  And that was saying something since Klingons generally hated the sight of healers.  No warrior ever wanted to admit to weakness.  Koreth smiled as he remembered being a boy on his Father’s cruiser and meeting the healer, who was old even then, for the first time.
 
 
 
“Why aren’t you dead?” Koreth asked.
 
 
 
The ancient Klingon wheezed a laugh and started to check the chair's equipment. "Because I promised your Father I’d watch over you.  Now go do something heroically fatal so I can die already.”
 
 
 
Koreth chuckled, but quickly sobered. “I must say that I am not completely satisfied with this plan, qan loD,” he said eyeing the machine. “Something about this seems dishonorable.”
 
 
 
The wise old healer stopped his work and regarded his friend. “Honor is for warriors, not the likes of these.  We do what is necessary.”
 
 
 
Koreth mulled that over and found he had to agree with his mentor's reasoning. “Bring in the leader!” Koreth shouted into the hallway.
 
 
 
Presently, two warriors dragged in a struggling young man. The blond haired, green eyed human male wore a red Star Fleet tunic with lieutenant’s stripes.
 
 
 
“Strap him down.” The healer said grimly as he lifted the metal band from the top of the chair.
 
 
 
“Your mothers will boil in your piss and roast in your crap once you all go to hell!"  the redshirt cursed. "You murderous sons of bitches let me go for just five seconds and I'll rip your nuts off and shove them up your asses!
 
 
The entertained warriors looked as if they wanted to take the colorful man up on his challenge, but lashed him into the seat as they were told.
 
 
 
The healer ignored this bold ranting and grabbed the red shirt's hair, yanking his head down. “Hold him in this position for a moment!” he barked to the closest warrior. With the man’s skull in a headlock, the healer opened the metal band. Carefully, he positioned the 2 inch long needles over the man’s cerebellum.
 
 
 
The terrified young lieutenant screamed in gasping horror and jerking agony as the healer shoved the band into place, then clasped it shut. 
 
 
 
“This device,” the healer said as he snapped the redshirted man’s head back. “Is called the mind-sifter.  Or mind-ripper depending on how much force is used.  With it we can record every thought, every scrap of knowledge in your brain. Of course, when we use that much force, the mind is emptied... permanently, I'm afraid.”
 
 
 
The human went a shade whiter.  “For god's sake," he pleaded. "I was just an junior operations officer at the outpost. What do you think I could possibly know that you don't already?”
 
 
 
“I don’t care what you know.” The healer said impassionately. “I’m only interested in emptying your mind so I can refill it with want I want you to know."
 
 
 
 
 
Scene: Command Room, IKS BLOOD OATH
 
 
Koreth flipped on the view screen in his command room and was momentarily taken aback by the team that stood ready on the transporter platform. The redshirted Earthers were perfect pawns. They might succeed where all other contingencies had failed. They were human and had once been Star Fleet and so should have no problem with the onboard intruder alert system of the Earth ship.  Their reprogrammed brains should hold up long enough to render terrible havoc aboard the HOOD.
 
 
 
“My Lord!” They shouted in unison as they laid their right fists on their hearts in an almost perfectly choreographed movement.
 
 
Koreth appraised the team warily. “Stand ready my warriors.” He said to them and then saluted back. “Your honors are double this day. You will be the first warriors to test our new boarding transporter. On my signal you will be beamed aboard the Earth vessel while its shields are still up. Your mission will be to destroy their shielding array and take over their weapons control."
 
 
 
“For the Glory of the Empire!” They shouted.
 
 
 
“May your enemies run from you in fear.” Koreth said then turned his viewer off and exited his command room. "Prepare for battle!" He shouted to his bridge crew.
 
 
<NRPG>> Looks like security is going to have their hands full. Also Brian did an awesome job of making this post come alive
 
 
 
 
 
Respectfully Submitted Jointly,
 
 
Steve Apple,
 
Stile Corbett, MD
 
CMO, USS HOOD NCC 1703
 
ASR ORIGINS
 
 
 
Brian V. Mansur
 
LCDR Sean Merrick
 
FO, USS HOOD NCC-1703
 
ASR ORIGINS
 
==USS HOOD: [ORIGINS]USS HOOD: Payback==
===by Andy Catterick===
 
SD: 2260.210
 
MD: 10.0130
 
Scene: Outskirts of Outpost complex
 
Lieutenant Yarith took two deep breaths and then held them counted to three and then spun around the rock.  Three quick taps of her phaser rifle and three Klingon warriors were removed from her base.  She quickly scanned the area to make sure it was secured before briefly turning back to look at the dead Klingons.  She regarded them as if they were insects she had just stepped on.  She'd never killed anyone before.  She'd always hoped that she would never have to.  At least never in so personal away.  If anything she'd always assume that any combat she'd be involved in would be sitting behind a console on a ship.  But after watching two of her people, two of her friends, beheaded after they tried to surrender she had no problem killing these vermin. 
 
Climbing to her feet she gave the area another quick scan before waving the three HOOD crewman DeSimms had assigned her forward.  One of the them, she thought his name was Robson, looked as if he was going to say something but thought better of it.  He was probably going to remind her that the HOOD security officer had 'suggested' weapons should be set on heavy stun.  The hope was that this incident could be contained.  Incident she snorted with disgust.  This was a plain old fashioned mugging.  The Klingons thought they'd just walk over the base but they were finding out Starfleet wasn't as soft as their leaders told them.  She planning on making sure every Klingon she found got that message clearly.  "Alright people this section is clear.  If we head north we should be able to reconnect with the main HOOD contingent.  Keep your eyes open.  I've got point."
 
As the small group moved out the three red shirts traded looks.  They were more then happy to give the Klingons some payback.  But Yarith had clearly lost it and they didn't want her thirst for vengeance to walk them in to an ambush.  Robson as the senior of the three decided it was best he spoke up. "Sire, might I make a suggestion sir?"
 
"Of course Mr. Robson."  Yarith answered as he continued to scan the way ahead.
 
"Well sir if we divert east for 1/2 a click we can swing back north but we'll have the cove of those trees sir.  It'll take a little longer to get where we're going."
 
"But we'll get there alive."  She finished.
 
"Yes sir."  Robson answered, clearly relived.
 
"Makes sense to me." She looked back at the three HOOD security officers.  "Don't worry I haven't lost it.  We'll get back to your Lieutenant DeSimms."
 
Brian and any abord ship.  Interested in setting up a few posts with shipbaord stuff...I'd rather not do a big JP...still trying to keep to the ORIGNS short and frquent posts in the hopes of generating some volume and some new recruits ;-).  We can work something up 'behind the scenes' if you like and then fire off some posts.  Let me know.  And of course I'm open for similar posts for planetside as well.
 
 
Respectfully,
 
 
Andy
 
CAPT Jack Steele
 
CO, USS HOOD NCC 1703
 
ASR ORIGINS
 
==USS HOOD: Over Our Heads?==
===by Scott Lusby===
 
[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: "Over Our Heads?"
Posted by: Scott Lusby (LCDR Gar Th'elenth)
 
SD: 2260.211
MD: 10.0039
Setting: Main Engineering, O-Deck, USS HOOD
 
 
Lieutenant Commander Gar Th'elenth lifted himself off the deck after a second
round of disruptor fire battered the HOOD's shields. Despite the battering, he
WAS grateful about one thing: one way or another, he knew the battle would be
over shortly- either they would be victorious and they'd spend the next few days
lickign their wounds, or they'd loose, and their deaths would be, in all
likelihood, be quick.
 
As an officer who'd been around the block a few times, Gar understood something
most civilians and new officers alike didn't: starship combat was, almost
without exception, inherently short. If one side overwhelmed the other, either
the overmatched side withdrew from combat before it got bad or they got
destroyed. Sometimes a more even fight would drag out for a few minutes before
some peace was negotiated or someone withdrew. But battles lasting for more
than a ten minutes or so were rare indeed- some other variable needed to be
introduced in order for battles to last longer than that.
 
The reasoning was simple: the weapons systems were "ahead" of the defensive
systems in the technology curve at this current point in history. The focused
and shaped antimatter charges of the modern photon torpedo were more than a
starship's shields could handle when massed in a sufficient quantity. The new
point defense systems was a help...but given enough incoming targets to parry,
event he best systems could be overwhelmed. And once the shields were
down...well, that usually spelled the end.
 
From what Gar had seen on the tactical repeater, this was NOT an even fight.
 
Under normal circumstances, they'd simply make a "strategic advance to the
rear," as one of Andoria's more colorful generals from history once said.
However, there WAS a "variable" that changed everything.
 
The landing party and the personnel of Outpost 8.
 
That made Gar's job- and, more to the point, the job of his department- much
more diffiult, as he would have to try to hold HODO together despite being
outgunned until they could get back to Outpost 8.
 
The shields would be everything, he knew; they were the weak link. Given enough
time, he knew HOOD's enhanced phasers and deadlier torpedoes could poke holes in
the battlecruiser AND the battleship out there.
 
Given enough time...which meant keeping the shields up.
 
"I want a damage-control team standing by at each generator," Gar shouted. "The
shields MUST stay up!"
 
At that moment, the ship rocked again, tossing him to the deck again.
 
However, someting was wrong, Gar knew- he was tossed a lot harder than he should
have been.
 
Immediately, he got up, and instinctively checked the shield status indicators.
Oddly, they showed damage, but they had not collapsed, which is what he assuemd
when he hit the deck as hard as he did- usually that was a tell-tale sign of a
generator going.
 
However, the flashing red light on his status board offered an explanation- and
a potentially more deadly problem.
 
The inertial dampeners.
 
These devices were the real key to starship travel: without them, the sudden and
extreme accelerations, decelerations and high speeds would squash most living
beings into something resembling a gooey paste. Destroyed inertial dampeners
essentially froze a starship in place until they were fixed.
 
Apparently, disruptor fire- probably massed from both Klingon opponents- briefly
overwhelemd their forward shield generators and didn't dissipate all of the
incoming fire efficiently, allowing some to bleed through. And it struck their
dampening systems. Torpedo fire- especially massed fire, if it got passed the
point defense- would have collapsed the entire forward shield system- had to be
the disruptors...
 
"Get a team to G-deck, immediately- we have a short in the primary inertial
dampening system!" Gar shouted.
 
Suddenly, violently, he hit the deck again, and watched the shield status cions
flash yellow on his board.
 
**Maybe this will be a quick one after all,** the Andorian thought as he pushed
his bruised body up off the deck one more time.
 
 
<<TIMELINE:>>
 
MD 10.0039: Gar contemplates the nature of starship combat and directs his repair
teams during the Klingon onslaught.
 
 
<<NRPG:>>
 
All- Sorry for the continued delays. However, I am here and alice and back to
normal contact levels. :)
 
Let me second Andy's comments: we need to post, guys. Some of you are posting
regularly...and some aren't without being pinged. Time to jump in head-first,
everyone, and just write. Something. ANYTHING. If you don't know what to do
plot-wise, then do some CD instead. Or drop Andy/Brian/me a line. We can help.
But please, everyone...POST. This ORIGINS thing we're doing will not survive if
we don't stay ACTIVE.
 
You do not need to post a whole novel- a few paragraphs is perfectly acceptable,
as long as you write often. Posting frequent short posts, like every week or
two, is the best way to stay with the plot, the action of the story. Going
longer between posts almost always results in the loss of the plot's direction.
 
Now...we have a battle in space...a battle on the Outpost...there's plenty to
do. What about a bridge view of the combat- Dan G., Eric, how about it? Eric,
you were looking for something to do other than ComicCon... As for the planet,
Dan B., thats eems tailor-made for you.
 
Let's do this and kick some butt!
 
 
Respectfully Submitted,
 
-- Scott Lusby
 
/\ LCDR Gar Th'elenth
 
Chief Engineer
 
USS HOOD NCC-1703
 
ASR: ORIGINS
 
==USS HOOD: Why It Sucks to Be a Redshirt Lesson 2==
===by Brian V. Mansur===
 
[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: Why It Sucks to Be a Redshirt Lesson 2
 
SD: 2260.211
MD: 10.0040
 
 
Scene: Bridge, IKS BLOOD OATH
 
Koreth wanted to spit in disgust. The Federation battlecruiser was still pumping
out an impressive rate of fire, wearing down the Klingon D7. The HOOD's captain
evidently wanted to take *someone* with him if he was to lose this fight. Koreth
studied the tactical screen. Holes in the starship's shields were forming
intermittantly.
 
"Standby on transporters," he ordered. "Energize when ready."
 
 
Scene: Deck J, Near Forward Fire Control, USS HOOD.
 
Crewman Yuri snapped his head around and drew his phaser pitol at the sound of
what could only have been a transporter beam. Staring anxiously down the
cooridor, he cursed the curving bulkheads which must have put the beam-in just
out of his line of sight. Fumbling, he flipped open his communicator.
 
"Security, its Yuri. Possible boarders Deck J, intersect to cooridors 9 and 15."
 
[Roger that Yuri. Hold tight. Sending support.]
 
Yuri sighed. Thank heavens he didn't have to go and look. He was just starting
to ease off his adrenaline rush a bit when he saw the shadows of several
advancing figures. So much for waiting for back up. Well, he'd always wanted to
be a hero as a kid. Now was his chance. He went for the inner wall and crouched
low. The trigger on his pistol eased back and then ....
 
"Whoa there hot shot!" the man in the lead said. "We're on your side."
 
Yuri almost peed his pants. It was the redshirts to the rescue.
 
"You sure got here fast," Yuri gasped. "I could have sworn there was a beam-in
just where you guys walked in from."
 
"Yeah well, you're just jumpy," the security officer with lieutant stripes said.
"Don't worry about it." Then the ship lurched again and he looked about. "We got
enough to worry about as it is."
 
With the emotional seasaw Yuri was on, he figured the LT was right. Something
though picked at the back of his mind.
 
"Hey, um, sorry but I don't think we've met sir." He eyed the two other security
guards. And then stark terror hit him anew. They hadn't met!
 
"Yep. Too bad we won't have time to get to know each other. Been nice knowing
you though." And Yuri went up in a blaze of incadescent carbon atoms and steam.
The lead redshirt shook his head regretfully and whistled up the corridor.
Several Klingons promptly appeared from around the bend.
 
"Fire control should be just up that way on these ships," the lieutenant said
pointing.
 
 
NRPG: Scott, that's two redshirts I've killed off now. How many are you up to?
No fair if you're counting the Connie!
 
 
Respectfully Submitted,
Brian V. Mansur
LCDR Sean Merrick
FO, USS HOOD NCC-1703
ASR ORIGINS
 
==USS HOOD: We Need an Edge.==
===by Andy Catterick===
 
SD: 2260.212
MD: 10.0045
Setting: Bridge, USS HOOD
 
Jack held the sides of his command chair tightly as HOOD rocked violently from the sustained Klingon fire.  The elation that had swept the bridge as they had taken  the second weakened cruiser out of the fight had vanished the second its drifting image was replaced with the hungry predator the Klingons had obviously held back.  The dreadnaught outmassed and outgunned HOOD and everyone on the bridge new it.  Jack had no doubt that HOOD had both the technical and proficiency edge but he didn’t know if it would be enough given the damage they had already taken.  The Klingons were masters at attack.  But most of their doctrine centered around a brute force approach.  They drove in hard and kept attacking until victorious or dead.  Klingons rarely withdrew and other then maneuvers resembling a pack mentality their tactics were non existent.  Having said that there were dozens of races that could attest to the fact that the brute force approach, when conducted effectively, was all too often overwhelming.
 
 
As he ran through his options he realized he had little room to maneuver.  The safe move would be to withdraw.  There were two destroyers on the way and HOOD could keep her distance long enough to wait for them.  Once on the scene the three ships could pick the dreadnaught apart like hyenas attacking a lion.  He grimaced at the image.  But the easy approach would leave the Outpost and all the HOOD and Starfleet personnel he had left behind there unprotected. And of course turning from the fight would be received by the Klingon Empire as a clear indication of Starfleet’s weakness both physically and morally.  He could not let that happen.  Command had been clear on that HOOD was expendable so long as she inflicted a savage toll on her attacks.  Savage enough that they’d think twice about taking on Starfleet and the other 11 CONSITUTION class vessels.
 
 
Unfortunately at the moment Steele had no idea how he was going to accomplish that goal let alone survice to fight another day.
 
 
“Captain.”  Lieutenant Hemux looked up from his scanner.  “I’ve been analyzing the Klingon’s attack pattern and I think it highly likely that they mean to disable rather then destroy us.  The targets have been predominantly areas of the ship that will hamper our mobility.”
 
 
Jack’s eyebrows shot up.  What had been telling himself about the Klingon’s lack of creativity and finesse?  It made sense.  If this was an assault designed to test Starfleet’s newest warship class why not go for the brass ring and try to capture her?  They’d be able to dissect her at their leisure and once complete would be able to walk across the Federation.  For the first time in his career he really understood the need for a self destruct device just as he knew he would have no hesitation ordering its use. 
 
           
 
“Helm lets get some distance.”  He ordered just as the intruder alarm began to signal.
 
 
“Klingon’s aboard roughly three dozen spread across multiple decks.  Security responding.” The comm officer reported.
 
 
“Commander Hartinger for now we’re going to have to stick with strafing attacks.  Target their engines.  Helm as soon as you get the signal from Engineering that all shields are back up take us in.  Lieutentant Hemux, scan the outlying systems and find me an edge.”
 
 
<<<NRPG>>>
 
 
Just a quick one to keep the ball rolling.
 
 
David: A nice nebula, asteroid field, any sort of spatial anomaly that can even us up with the Klingons would be really helpful right now! ;-)
 
 
Respectfully,
 
 
Andy
 
CAPT Jack Steele
 
CO, USS HOOD NCC 1703 
 
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