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==[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: Getting Under their Skin==
===by Andy Catterick===
SD: 2261.207
Scene: Unknown
“I think we’ve been forgotten.”  Stile said breaking the silence.  “Definitely forgotten.”
“I think you may be right.”  Jack finally replied pulling himself out of his thoughts.  He’d been trying to find a way to use their revelation on strong emotions to escape but hadn’t really come up with a workable plan.  He was about to admit his lack of progress when the doctor’s arm suddenly flashed out and plunged a hypo into Jack’s neck.
“Ow! What the frak?”  Steele demanded as he watched the doctor flip the hypo and jabb himself.
“Wait for it.”  Corbett replied calmly.
“Wait for what?”  Jack demanded wanting to throttle the doctor.
“How you feeling?”
“Like you better start giving me some frakkin answers.  Now!”  Jack replied menacingly.
“We can’t keep up these strong negative emotions by ourselves.  This.”  He raised the hypo, “should help.”
“Well you might have given me some warning!”
“You know you’re supposed to be the captain.”  Stile groused.  “Aren’t you supposed to be coming up with the good ideas to get us out of here?”
Jack yanked his communicator off his belt and flipped it open.  “Steele to HOOD.  Steele to HOOD.  Frak!  So much for that plan.”
Corbett sighed.  “Hold on their sar.  Maybe the communicator is working but no one on the ship ‘know’s you are calling cause our buddies are using their minds on them.”
Jack paused for a second as he considered that idea along with perhaps smacking  the smug look off the doctor’s face.  And what was the deal with the stupid cowboy hat?  “Computer tie in.”
<Working.>  Came back the metallic reply.
“Computer give me access to main computer banks.”
<Authorization required.>
“Steele ALPHA-two-two-seven-OMEGA-OMEGA- one.  Compute.”
<Working.  Authorization code accepted.  New code required before ALPHA priority access will be accepted on subsequent occasion.>  Jack nodded impatiently at the voice of the computer.  His communication signal could have been compromised so once the code was spoken and accepted it would be rendered useless for future use.  When he returned back aboard HOOD he would have to input a new ALPHA code after first verifying himself with yet another code level password.
He tossed the communicator to Stile.  “Ok smart guy.  What can the computer have released into the air on HOOD to piss everyone off and clear their minds?”
Respectfully,
Andy
CAPT Jack Steele
CO, USS HOOD NCC 1703
STARFLEET: ORIGINS
==[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: Gas Solves Your Problems==
===by Brian V. Mansur===
SD 2261.208
MD End phase
Scene: Bridge, USS HOOD
Hemux suggested sending over an away team via shuttle or transporter to look for their people.  Well given the unreliable state of their minds, Merrick wasn't too sure how to make that work.  It would mean leaving the semi-protective field of theta waves which were quickly making the crew only slightly more competent than fleet admirals.
"There has to be a way to beat these bastards without going over there," he said to Hemux. "We have maybe half an hour before we have to turn tail or risk being incapacitated and captured."
While Hemux and Sean traded ideas, no one noticed the COMM officer staring blankly at his control board.  If they had, they might have realized that the Captain was trying to call in at that very moment.  Then, just as Sean and Hemux seemed about to start banging their skulls on the bulkheads in frustration, the ship passed gas.
Sean didn't notice anything at first.  He was too busy dealing with the anger building at the base of his brain matter: an anger which Stile's neuroactive gas helped magnify.  Then Sean found himself grinding his teeth in at intensified level of irritation.  He actually growled in frustration at the situation and their inability to solve it.  He fought the urge to lash out at Hemux as she floated the riduculous idea of shoving a theta emitter on a cargo shuttle.  Well it would work of course, but it would take a few minutes to move the emitter.
"For frak's sake Hemux!" he snapped,  "Why don't we just beam the whole fraking mess of bodies over here?"
Hemux looked as if she wanted to deck him, but contained herself.  "Because then we wouldn't be able to do a thorough recon of the alien craft!"
"We only have minutes left before we're completely useless," he retorted.  "We don't have time for a recon."
"Then why don't we do both?"
"Then why didn't you suggest that in first place you ... you ..." he stammered, almost calling her an undeserved epitaph.  "Damn it, just start beaming up people and get the recon shuttle ready.  Lord knows you'll probably crash it into a hanger door on the way out the way we're thinking."
Sean went back to the command chair and pounded a few buttons before getting the intercom.  "Security teams to cargo bays 3, 4 and 5.  Wear breather masks.  Stand by to receive possible prisoners from the alien ship.  I want you to seal the bays and guard the doors.  Life Support, seal off ventilation those bays and get an anestazine gas into them.  I want our guests to out like lights when we look them over.  Transporter room, start beaming up anything that looks like it belongs in the Federation, then start picking up anything that doesn't.  Bridge out."
NRPG: Setting up the end game.
Respectfully Submitted,
Brian V. Mansur
LCDR Sean Merrick
FO, USS HOOD, NCC-1703
ASR ORIGINS
==[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: Irritating the Crew==
===by Steve Apple===
SD: 2261.208
Scene: Unknown Cell
<<Snip From Andy’s Post “Getting Under their Skin”
“Steele ALPHA-two-two-seven-OMEGA-OMEGA- one.  Compute.”
<Working.  Authorization code accepted.  New code required before ALPHA priority access will be accepted on subsequent occasion.>  Jack nodded impatiently at the voice of the computer.  His communication signal could have been compromised so once the code was spoken and accepted it would be rendered useless for future use.  When he returned back aboard HOOD he would have to input a new ALPHA code after first verifying himself with yet another code level password.
He tossed the communicator to Stile.  “Ok smart guy.  What can the computer have released into the air on HOOD to piss everyone off and clear their minds?”
End Snip>>
Corbett pushed his hat to the back of his head and thought about it for a moment. “How long you want it to last.”
“You can do that turn it on and off like a switch?”
“Well not exactly that quick, but yeah I can cause the whole ship to go into a rage, well all the humans and some of the other races that is. Problem is angry people don’t think straight, someone might do something stupid.”
“I think it’s a chance we have to take doctor. If we can initiate rage in our people for say a 30 second to 1 minute burst it may allow them to push these Talosian bastards out of their thoughts.
“We haven’t experimented on how quickly they recover from our primitive emotive thoughts Jack. It could be immediate. It might be better to cycle it, cause the crew to experience rage then back off. We could then try the communicator and let them know what we are doing. If I can get to ARr’Rhiana she can cycle it as need be.”
“I can’t think of anything better right now. Which brings me back to my original question, so smart ass how are you going to accomplish this amazing feet of rage induction. Tell are your women about each other.”
“That would cause rending and tearing as well as wailing. Oh and let us not to forget that it might be a detriment to my immediate health.  Listen and learn sar.”
Jack smiled and waved his hand in a go ahead and impress me kind of way.
“Computer.” Corbett said.
<Working> came the metallic voice.
“Override code authorization Corbett ALPHA-seven-nine-seven-GAMMA-Tau- four.  Compute.”
<Authorization accepted.>
“Computer on my mark initiate an ELF wave at 11.3 Hz. Start burst for 1 minute then initiate second burst at 450 MHz Cycle through 2 times.
<Acknowledged>
“Ok so what is all that supposed to do?” Jack asked.
“The first frequency 11.3 Hz will stimulate the ventromedial hypothalamus to release vasopressin which will elicit rage. The second burst at 450 MHz will stimulate the release of oxytocin which will have a calming effect.”
“Sometimes you know things that scare me Stile.”
“That’s why I drink sar it keeps the demons at bay.” Corbett said with a smile and then into the communicator. “Initiate ELF waves now.”
<Initiating>
Corbett adjusted a setting on the communicator and handed it back to his captain. “Try the ship in about 30 seconds. If a really pissed off operator answers well then you know it worked.”
“If you frak this up I’m taking away your hat privileges.” Steele said taking the communicator
“Yankee,” Corbett hissed as an insult.
Respectfully Submitted
Steve Apple
Stile Corbett, MD
CMO, USS HOOD NCC 1703
ASR: ORIGINS
==[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: Anger Mismanagement==
===by Scott Lusby===
SD: 2261.208
Setting: Cell, Unknown Place
"I'm going to frakking kill someone," Lieutenant Commander Gar Th'elenth growled as he paced like a caged ani...well, a caged Andorian.  "I'm going to do it slowly, and I'm going to enjoy doing it."
Rick Payne glanced in his direction.  "Calm down, Gar," he said, dismissing the Andorian's grousing with a wave of his hand.
Gar froze, and his eyes narrowed to slits as he eyed the HOOD's Security Chief.  "You keep telling me to calm down, and I will gladly take my frustrations out on you, MISTER Payne."
Gar continued pacing, trying to hold onto the anger he was feeling.  It shouldn't have been hard; he was in a cage, after all, and like most sentient being resisted captivity.  However, he couldn't: his conscience was too busy reminding him his frustration was fruitless to stay angry.
Suddenly, his surroundings changed...and for a brief moment, he almost wished he was back in his cage.
He was back on Arcturus- that small hotel, where--
"Gar," a beautiful, lithe Andorian woman called to him softly from across the room.
"Avae," he said, his tone almost a whisper as they met one another.  "How are you here?"
"I am here for you," she said softly, her hand reaching out to brush the side of his head.
Gar closed his eyes.  A part deep within him, that corner reserved for only the most private thoughts and memories, regretted not taking Avae up on her offer.  It would have been so easy- kill the monster Doctor Sahen, be done with his kind...and find a life with Avae, one he had denied himself all those years ago.
But something wasn't tracking...Avae made her decisions about the two of them as well...and after the way that mission had ended...
"You couldn't possibly be here- you WOULDN'T possibly be here," Gar said, raising and drawing back his fist, anger now welling up again as he recognized the subtle, seductive manipulations at work.
Then, just as suddenly, he caught himself, and lowered his hand.  He stepped back from Avae, turning and looking up.  "It won't work!" he shouted.  "I won't play along!"
Instantly, pain enveloped him, a pain unlike that he had ever felt.
[[[Refusal to cooperate will be punished,]]] he heard a voice echo inside of his head.  [[[Cooperation will as quickly be rewarded.]]]
And then, in another blink, he was back in his cell.
Cedria Zade was standing right across from him.  "Who is Avae, and why are you standing so close to me?"
<<NRPG>>
Sorry for the long silence.  This is god-awful, but I thought I needed to do something before Merrick beams every living being back to HOOD.
Respectfully Submitted,
-- Scott Lusby
/\ LCDR Gar Th'elenth
Chief Engineer
USS HOOD NCC-1703
Task Force 6
STAR FLEET: ORIGINS
==[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: Sticks and Stones May Break My Bones, But Your I==
===by Harry Iha===
SD: 2261.209
SCENE: Bridge
After suddenly being transported away from a pleasant rugby game in
San Francisco and receiving an uncomfortable grilling by the XO,
Tamura and all the bridge officers returned to their stations.
Mind control? It seemed unreal to the young officer. But then
again, until 20 minutes ago he would have sworn on any number of
affidavits that he was on leave on Earth. It was all very
confusing.
There was talk about a theta field, and how it was protecting them
from the thought control process...and how it was scrambling their
brains. Biology was never Tamura's strong point, and he had a
growing headache to contend with.
One thing for sure, there was definite tension between the XO and
LT ARr'Rhiana. Although they kept it short of outright insults,
even a geek with zero social skills like Tamura noticed it.
His headache was getting worse.
A comm signal from a Star Fleet communicator hailed the ship, but
Tamura's mind was beyond effective processing, courtesy of the
theta field. The comm officer stared blankly at the panel while he
tried to remember what all the dials and gauges meant.
Fortunately, the computer recognized the incoming hail and
automatically terminated a connection. While Tamura stared, the
computer took the captain and CMO's orders and began executing
them.
The barbs between Merrick and ARr'Rhiana grew heated and louder,
pulling Tamura out of his stupor. The two were practically
shouting at each other. "Shut up!" roared Tamura. "Damn, I can't
think with you two bitching at each other."
The XO's attention shifted to the comm officer. "You shut your
mouth, Mister, before I come over there and shut it for you."
Tamura pulled the Feinberger from his ear, slammed it on his
console, and jumped to his feet. Merrick responded in kind. "You
and what army, you..." Tamura racked his brain for the worst
insult he could find. "...you...End User!"
"End user?" LCDR Merrick had had many insults hurled his way
throughout his career, but that was a new one. He paused a moment
to consider its implications. That pause was long enough for his
temper to subside and for him to regain his composure. Were he and
Tamura just about to have a brawl on the bridge? "What the frak?"
Appalled by his behavior, Tamura stepped back. "I'm terribly
sorry, Commander. I don't know what just came over me." Tamura
dove back into his chair. He still had a headache, but the little
episode cleared his head enough for him to function again.
"Commander, we have a transmission from the captain. He's accessed
the computer using his ALPHA code."
The XO stepped up to the comm console and looked over Tamura's
shoulder. "What's he doing?"
The feedback from the XO was helping his thought processes and
focus; too bad it was not helping with the headache. "I can't
tell, Sir. Just that he's given the computer instructions which
are executing now."
"What if the captain's under mind control and they're tricking him
into taking control of the ship?" asked ARr'Rhiana, joining Merrick
behind Tamura.
"Just like my rugby game," confirmed Tamura. "I had no idea I was
flying the ship. Should I close the channel?" Tamura's hand
reached over to the switch that would break the circuit with the
captain's communicator.
"Can we talk to him?"
Tamura shook his head. "Not until he disengages the computer."
Merrick made a snap decision. "If the captain's under mind
control, we're already too late. We've got to hope that he's
holding up okay and trying to help us. Leave the channel open."
"Aye aye, Sir."
With their fate resting squarely in the captain's hands, the XO
took another moment to ponder Tamura's unusual insult. "End user?"
he asked again.
Tamura shrugged. "That was the worst thing I could think of at the
time."
"I don't get it."
About a minute had passed since the two men had just about come to
blows.
The comm officer laughed at his own strange humor. "There are two
types of beings in this universe, Commander: techs...and end users."
Instead of laughing, the XO's face grew dark with rage. "Why you
insubordinate piece of...."
NRPG:
No, it's not bipolar disease. It's Corbett's alternating tones.
Brian: Here's Sean's chance for payback.
All: Sorry, not much in the way of plot advancement.
Respectfully Submitted,
ENS Yoshi Tamura
Communications Department Head
USS HOOD NCC-1703
http://boi.alt-starfleet-rpg.org/ORIGINS:_USS_Hood
Harry I. Iha
hiha_asr@...
==[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: Big Mouth Hemux==
===by David Martins===
SD: 2261.209
Scene : USS HOOD, Bridge
<Snip from Harry >
The barbs between Merrick and ARr'Rhiana grew heated and louder, pulling Tamura
out of his stupor. The two were practically shouting at each other. "Shut up!"
roared Tamura. "Damn, I can't think with you two bitching at each other."
The XO's attention shifted to the comm officer. "You shut your mouth, Mister,
before I come over there and shut it for you."
Tamura pulled the Feinberger from his ear, slammed it on his console, and jumped
to his feet. Merrick responded in kind. "You and what army, you..." Tamura
racked his brain for the worst insult he could find. "...you...End User!"
<End of Snip>
Arr'Rhiana could not help to snicker from holding back her laughter, being a
technician and engineer decades ago she understood the insult immediatly. "End
User..." I must remember that one, Merrick she gigled quiet stupidly as she
kinda felt relieved. The anger seemed to diminish and she could not help from
laughing. Both the stupid expressionon Merricks face and the fact he didn't
recognised a good insult where priceless.
Then she heard what the conservatioin between Sean and Tamura was about.
<Snip from Harry >
"Can we talk to him?"
Tamura shook his head. "Not until he disengages the computer."
Merrick made a snap decision. "If the captain's under mind control, we're
already too late. We've got to hope that he's holding up okay and trying to help
us. Leave the channel open."
"Aye aye, Sir."
<End of Snip>
Moments later her mind again was filled with anger. "Merrick you idiot, how can
you allow that... that... low leveled, Targ slimed, squeecking Andorian
teethless seal (believe me, this IS an insult!) (And she pointed out to Tamura)
how can youlet him keep that comm open while you have no idea even if it is the
Captain? If those aliens where able to get The RUTLEDGE under mind control, why
would they not be able to get that puny litle mind of that alcohol addicted
mister Captain Steele under their control?"
She paused for a brief moment to get some air, het mouth growing wider while she
was speaking, spit flying around as her rage builded, her teeth shimmering, her
eyes almost popping out while she felt anger burn in her veines, how could
anyone be so stupid, oh no wait, how could she have expected Merrick to act if
not stupid? Her mouth was as wide the Merrick took a step bakc as for a moment
it looked she was going to openher mouth even wider and swallow his whole head
in one big, ugly bite. But she was only taking a deep breath air and...
"Mister, I - am - in - command - Merrick, how can you be so stupid, unless
ofcourse your frontal bone off your thick skull has grown so tick and ugly that
there is no more place for any valuable piece of brain matter, but how can you
think that such beings could not as easily extract the correct Alpha Codes from
our oh - so - beloved - Captain - Steele his tequila drained brain and use it to
their own benefit? Oh please Mister Merrick I am so smart as the anus of an
Centaurean Dung Beetle, enlighten me?!
Again Hemux stopped to get some breath and she looked from Tamura to Merrick,
she shook her head and suddenly she could not remember what was all the shouting
for adn why she felt so angry.
<<<NRPG>>>
Well, since everyone is insulting everyone, I thought to throw in my help
also...
Respectfully,
David Martens
Lt ARr'Rhiana Hemux
CSciO ,
USS HOOD NCC 1703
ASR ORIGINS
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