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ASR ORIGINS
ASR ORIGINS
==USS HOOD: Meeting Our Host==
===by Steve Apple===
SD: 2261.193
Scene: Cell, Unknown
<<SNIP from Andy’s Post “A Newer Reality”
Suddenly the scene changed.
“That might not work.” Steele moaned.
END SNIP>>
“Son of a bitch.” Corbett yelled as the harsh arctic wind and pounding snow hit them. “You had to go and piss them off didn’t you Jack. Tell me what you were thinking.”
“I was thinking I’d rather be stuck on Rura Penthe than be in the midst of this mind control bullshit.”
“Great a Klingon Penal Planet, so why am I the only one with you.”
“I always like you to share my misery Stile, it keeps you humble.”
“Humble isn’t the word I’d use about now, my nuts are making a bee line to my throat in this cold.”
“I’d say we got less than a minute maybe two before the Klingons send out their dogs to get us.” Jack said smiling at the doctor’s misery.
“I’d say we have about that long before hypothermia sets in.” Corbett could hear the sounds of barking and growling getting closer. “Wasn’t Rura Penthe destroyed by Nero?” Corbett asked trying to keep his hat on his head.
“Yep along with 47 Klingon Warbirds.” Steele answered.
“You’re brighter than Sean gives you credit for.” Corbett smiled as well. “You can’t put us on a planet that doesn’t exist anymore.”
“No you can’t, I’d say right about now they figured out we’re not buying into this illusion.”
The world seemed to shimmer for a moment and the arctic weather disappeared into an empty grey room with a lone being sitting in the center.
Corbett pushed his hat to the back of his head and said nothing. Instead he inspected the being sitting on a cube which jutted up from the floor. His maybe her head was about one and a half times larger than a human’s with a ridge fold that ran down its center posteriorly. He, she was wearing a grey robe which matched the color of the room.
Pulling out his scanner he stepped forward, but hesitated when he felt the Captains hand on his arm.
“No jokes about what its head looks like ok.” Steele said with a stern look.
Corbett smiled. “Never crossed my mind sar.”
The beeps from the scan confirmed the beings readings. “He’s flesh and blood not quite humanoid though.”
“Quite right Doctor Corbett, I am indeed flesh and blood and I think you’ll find I am not too dissimilar than you physically; however, mentally.”
“Yeah yeah I know a bunch of dry grass.” Corbett said stepping back from the being.
“Who am I, Captain Steele.” The Talosian said eliciting an uncomfortable frown from Steele. “I am Golack of Talos IV as you would know it from your star charts.”
“So what is…”
“So what is it I want from you?” Golack interrupted. “I have a proposition.”
<<<NRPG>>>  Just a short post to make things move along, hopefully. 
Respectfully Submitted,
Steve Apple
Stile Corbett, MD
CMO
USS HOOD NCC 1703
ASR ORIGINS
==[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: Propositions==
===by Andy Catterick===
SD: 2261.195
Scene: Cell, Unknown
<<SNIP from Steve’s Post “Meeting our Host”
“Who am I, Captain Steele.” The Talosian said eliciting an uncomfortable frown from Steele. “I am Golack of Talos IV as you would know it from your star charts.”
“So what is…”
“So what is it I want from you?” Golack interrupted. “I have a proposition.”
</snip>
Jack tried to call up an image of Talos IV and just where on the star charts it might be.  He couldn’t place it but had the feeling he had seen the name before, that and something about the SS COLUMBIA.  But at this point there was no useful information his memory would unlock that would give him an edge in the here and now.
“Propositions are much easier to consider when one of the parties isn’t kidnapped and locked away.”
“And treated like a laboratory rat!”  Stile added.
“I don’t think you should be the one to talk about concerns over laboratory rats.”  Golack smiled patiently at Corbett.  “Sar.”
He turned back to Jack.  “Captain I understand that you feel you and those like you are part of some noble and advanced race.  Clinically it is quite customary for beings to hold such a belief.  But you and your crew have already begun to suspect that you are in fact laboratory test subjects. The fact that you don’t want to admit that or voice it is  predictable and also quite amusing.  But even in your primitive civilization facts are still facts.  You must accept them.”
“Why have you imprisoned us?  What is it you are after?”  Jack demanded.
“We are a curious race and we have long explored the physical realm but it has grown tiring.  The greater pursuit is to explore the mind.  To that end we collect representatives from each species and subject them to  a variety of stimuli to gage reaction.  I don’t expect you to fully comprehend the nuances of what we seek and I see no reason to employ my time trying to instruct you.  There is much work to be done. More races to examine.”
“Whatever opinion you hold of us we are sentient, free beings and you have no right…”  Jack suddenly groaned in pain and fell to his needs.
“Negative thoughts will be punished.”  Galock said.  “Correct thoughts will be rewarded just as quickly.”
As suddenly as the pain came it was washed away with a general feeling or euphoria.  It slowly ebbed away and Jack returned to his feet.  “What is your proposition?”  He finally asked.  Knowing he would never submit to whatever this Talosian had in mind but not knowing how he could withstand them.
“The time we have scheduled for your races is coming to a close and we are 23% behind in our studies.  It seems that you humans in particular have erratic but stubborn and at times impenetrable minds.  You do not readily aceppt what you are shown and you question the surroundins and your environment.  It does not fit established parameters.”
“How disappointing for you.”  The doctor mocked and was rewarded with his own example of the pain the Talosian could inflict.   
“You will find my patience is not limitless.  I will complete my test on time.”  He turned to Jack once more.  “If you and your crew cooperate the tests will be conducted with increased efficiency and we will allow you to go on your way.”
“And if we don’t?”  Jack asked.  Suddenly he was standing on the bridge of the RUTLEDGE surrounded by the dead bodies of the bridge officers.
“The tests will be conducted captain.”  Galock continued when Jack found his surroundings had returned.  “If you and your crew try to fight them we will have to utilize more of our power.  It will be very detrimental, but then it will provide fascinating results.”
<<<NRPG>>>
Wasn’t this supposed to be a nice, easy, no violence, first contact type mission?
Now what?
(I think we’re making the Talosians more ‘evil’ then they actually were…must be an offshoot)
Respectfully,
Andy
CAPT Jack Steele
CO, USS HOOD NCC 1703
STARFLEET: ORIGINS.
==[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: Some Answers?==
===by Andy Catterick===
SD: 2261.200
Scene: Unknown
<<<From Andy’s post ‘Proposition’s’>>>
“You will find my patience is not limitless.  I will complete my test on time.”  He turned to Jack once more.  “If you and your crew cooperate the tests will be conducted with increased efficiency and we will allow you to go on your way.”
“And if we don’t?”  Jack asked.  Suddenly he was standing on the bridge of the RUTLEDGE surrounded by the dead bodies of the bridge officers.
“The tests will be conducted captain.”  Galock continued when Jack found his surroundings had returned.  “If you and your crew try to fight them we will have to utilize more of our power.  It will be very detrimental, but then it will provide fascinating results.”
<<</snip>>>
Jack seethed with rage as he stared at the monster before him.  Suddenly the impulse that he had been trying to hold at bay overcame him and he leapt forward.  His only wish to knock the smug look off the alien face.  Centimeters from his goal he  smashed into a forcefield and bounced back on to the floor.
Galock looked momentarily shocked and then peered down as Stile bent over Jack and then helped him to his feet.  “I see you have provided an answer after all.  That too was a test.”  He turned to leave but then looked back.  “You of course failed.”
When he was sure Galock was gone Stile turned back to Jack.  “Well that proved to be interesting.”
“What that I lost control of myself and tried to kill that bastard?”
“Partly.”  Stile mused as he considered Jack.  “What image did he show you?”
“So it was just an image?”  Jack asked hopefully.  “I never actually left.”  Corbett shook his head.  “I was on the RUTLEDGE.  They were all dead.  I assume he wanted me to believe they had been involved with what ever his experiments are, or fought him.”
The doctor nodded.  “I can understand your response.  But the interesting thing is Galock was not only prepared for it he didn’t expect it.”
“He had the forcefield in place.”  Jack countered.
“Sure but that might have been an overall contingency.  When you leaped at him he had no idea it was coming.  He was completely and totally surprised.  Perhaps they aren’t the masters of the mind they portray themselves to be.”
Jack rubbed his chin and considered.  “We can’t underestimate them, we’ve seen what they can do and honestly I don’t know how to fight the ability to make us see and feel whatever they want.  But you’re right, he had no idea I was coming.”
“What were you thinking when you charged him.”
“Nothing.  It was pure hate.  I wanted him dead.  That’s all I saw.”
Stile nodded.  His own line of experiment coming to the conclusion he had suspected.  “Strong emotion.  They can’t read strong, primitive emotions.”
<<<NRPG>>>
Ugh, that plot is held together with a lot of glue.
I don’t want to rewrite the Cage and it looks like we’re heading that way.  So unless someone protests I’m thinking we start heading this towards some sort of conclusion.  Not sure exactly what that could be.  We all walk around pissed and they let us go as untestable?  The ‘good’ Talosians show up and take the ‘evil’ ones into custody (Keep thinking of the ending to Squire of Gothos),  Balok and the FESARIUS coming screaming in and go DAHAK on their asses.  I don’t know…I hope one of you do!
Respectfully,
Andy
CAPT Jack Steele
CO, USS HOOD NCC 1703
STARFLEET: ORIGINS
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