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==[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: Gas Solves Your Problems==
===by Brian V. Mansur===


SD 2261.208
==[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: Caught in the Act==
===by Andy Catterick===
 
SD: 2261.206
 
Scene: Unknown
 


MD End phase
<<From Andy’s post ‘Some Answers’>>


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.
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.”


"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.
“What were you thinking when you charged him.”


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?"
“Nothing. It was pure hate.  I wanted him dead.  That’s all I saw.”


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."
Stile nodded.  His own line of experiment coming to the conclusion he had suspected.  “Strong emotion.  They can’t read strong, primitive emotions.”


"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."
<</Snip>>


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.  
Laur  leaned forward and opened his eyes having ‘watched’ the interaction between Galock and the specimens followed by the not to surprising revelation that these beings had discovered the way to block the Talosian mind.  He gave a mental sigh wondering if Galock had even realized.  Probably not.  He would have understood what had happened but not the significance of it.  Predictably he would dismiss the possibility that these beings, so far beneath him, would be able to make the leap.


Respectfully Submitted,


Brian V. Mansur
That led to a far more important factor.  The great experiment with this race, at least at this time, was over.  Not only had the Talosian’s revealed themselves which should have negated the experiment right there and then.  But Galock had unwittingly given the speciman’s a tool they could use to, at minimum, disrupt the test.  No doubt Galock would deny the impact of both these factors.  But the tenets of the testing were quite clear and just as inviolate.  The test was over.  The problem was Galock did not understand that nor would he accept it.


LCDR Sean Merrick


FO, USS HOOD, NCC-1703
Laur sighed again.  He was unsure how to proceed.  Part of the reason, a large part, he admitted coldly, why he had been assigned to this team was because he was secretly a representative of the Keeper.  His mentor had long suspected that Galock and his followers had done the unthinkable and begun to get emotionally attached to their subjects and were utilizing the experiments for their own ends.  It was his job to catch them in the act and report back to the Keeper.  He knew he should be dispassionate about the results but he found he looked forward to seeing Galock face the Keeper’s justice


ASR ORIGINS


With a smile he leaned back in his chair and reached out with his mind.




<<<NRPG>>>




==[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: Irritating the Crew==
Laying the ground work for the end…
===by Steve Apple===


SD: 2261.208


Scene: Unknown Cell
Respectfully,


<<Snip From Andy’s Post “Getting Under their Skin”


“Steele ALPHA-two-two-seven-OMEGA-OMEGA- one.  Compute.”
Andy


<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.
CAPT Jack Steele


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?”
CO, USS HOOD NCC 1703


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End Snip>>
==[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: Getting Under their Skin==
===by Andy Catterick===


SD: 2261.207


Corbett pushed his hat to the back of his head and thought about it for a moment. “How long you want it to last.”
Scene: Unknown


   
   


“You can do that turn it on and off like a switch?”
“I think we’ve been forgotten.”  Stile said breaking the silence.  “Definitely forgotten.”


   
   


“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 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.


   
   


“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.
“Ow! What the frak?”  Steele demanded as he watched the doctor flip the hypo and jabb himself.


   
   


“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.”
“Wait for it.”  Corbett replied calmly.


   
   


“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.”
“Wait for what?”  Jack demanded wanting to throttle the doctor.


   
   


“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.”
“How you feeling?”


   
   


Jack smiled and waved his hand in a go ahead and impress me kind of way.
“Like you better start giving me some frakkin answers.  Now!”  Jack replied menacingly.


   
   


“Computer.” Corbett said.
“We can’t keep up these strong negative emotions by ourselves.  This.” He raised the hypo, “should help.”


   
   


<Working> came the metallic voice.
“Well you might have given me some warning!”
 
“Override code authorization Corbett ALPHA-seven-nine-seven-GAMMA-Tau- four.  Compute.”


   
   


<Authorization accepted.>
“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?”


   
   


“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.
Jack yanked his communicator off his belt and flipped it open. “Steele to HOOD. Steele to HOOD.  Frak!  So much for that plan.”


   
   


<Acknowledged>
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.”


   
   


“Ok so what is all that supposed to do?” Jack asked.
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.”


   
   


“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.”
<Working.>  Came back the metallic reply.


   
   


“Sometimes you know things that scare me Stile.”
“Computer give me access to main computer banks.”


   
   


“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.”
<Authorization required.>


   
   


<Initiating>
“Steele ALPHA-two-two-seven-OMEGA-OMEGA- one.  Compute.”


   
   


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.”
<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.  


   
   


“If you frak this up I’m taking away your hat privileges.” Steele said taking the communicator
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?”


   
   


“Yankee,” Corbett hissed as an insult.
Respectfully,


   
   


Respectfully Submitted
Andy


Steve Apple
CAPT Jack Steele


Stile Corbett, MD
CO, USS HOOD NCC 1703


CMO, USS HOOD NCC 1703
STARFLEET: ORIGINS


ASR: ORIGINS


==[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: Getting Under their Skin==
===by Andy Catterick===


SD: 2261.207


Scene: Unknown
==[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: Gas Solves Your Problems==
===by Brian V. Mansur===


SD 2261.208


“I think we’ve been forgotten.”  Stile said breaking the silence.  “Definitely forgotten.”
MD End phase


Scene: Bridge, USS HOOD


“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.
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."


“Ow! What the frak?” Steele demanded as he watched the doctor flip the hypo and jabb himself.
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.


“Wait for it.” Corbett replied calmly.
"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!"


“Wait for what?”  Jack demanded wanting to throttle the doctor.
"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?"


“How you feeling?”
"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."


“Like you better start giving me some frakkin answers.  Now!”  Jack replied menacingly.
NRPG: Setting up the end game.  


Respectfully Submitted,


“We can’t keep up these strong negative emotions by ourselves. This.”  He raised the hypo, “should help.”
Brian V. Mansur


LCDR Sean Merrick


“Well you might have given me some warning!”
FO, USS HOOD, NCC-1703


ASR ORIGINS


“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.”
==[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: Irritating the Crew==
===by Steve Apple===


SD: 2261.208


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.”
Scene: Unknown Cell


<<Snip From Andy’s Post “Getting Under their Skin”


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.”
“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.


<Working.> Came back the metallic reply.
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?”


   
   


“Computer give me access to main computer banks.”
End Snip>>


   
   


<Authorization required.>
Corbett pushed his hat to the back of his head and thought about it for a moment. “How long you want it to last.”


   
   


“Steele ALPHA-two-two-seven-OMEGA-OMEGA- one.  Compute.”
“You can do that turn it on and off like a switch?”


   
   


<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.  
“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.”


   
   


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?”
“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.


   
   


Respectfully,
“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.”


   
   


Andy
“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.”


CAPT Jack Steele


CO, USS HOOD NCC 1703
“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.”


STARFLEET: ORIGINS


==[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: Caught in the Act==
Jack smiled and waved his hand in a go ahead and impress me kind of way.
===by Andy Catterick===


SD: 2261.206


Scene: Unknown
“Computer.” Corbett said.


   
   


<<From Andy’s post ‘Some Answers’>>
<Working> came the metallic voice.
 
“Override code authorization Corbett ALPHA-seven-nine-seven-GAMMA-Tau- four.  Compute.”


   
   


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.”
<Authorization accepted.>


   
   


“What were you thinking when you charged him.”
“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.


   
   


“Nothing.  It was pure hate.  I wanted him dead.  That’s all I saw.”
<Acknowledged>


   
   


Stile nodded.  His own line of experiment coming to the conclusion he had suspected. “Strong emotion.  They can’t read strong, primitive emotions.”
“Ok so what is all that supposed to do?” Jack asked.


   
   


<</Snip>>
“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.”


   
   


Laur  leaned forward and opened his eyes having ‘watched’ the interaction between Galock and the specimens followed by the not to surprising revelation that these beings had discovered the way to block the Talosian mind.  He gave a mental sigh wondering if Galock had even realized.  Probably not.  He would have understood what had happened but not the significance of it.  Predictably he would dismiss the possibility that these beings, so far beneath him, would be able to make the leap.
“Sometimes you know things that scare me Stile.”


   
   


That led to a far more important factor. The great experiment with this race, at least at this time, was over.  Not only had the Talosian’s revealed themselves which should have negated the experiment right there and then.  But Galock had unwittingly given the speciman’s a tool they could use to, at minimum, disrupt the test.  No doubt Galock would deny the impact of both these factors. But the tenets of the testing were quite clear and just as inviolate.  The test was over.  The problem was Galock did not understand that nor would he accept it.
“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.”


   
   


Laur sighed again.  He was unsure how to proceed.  Part of the reason, a large part, he admitted coldly, why he had been assigned to this team was because he was secretly a representative of the Keeper.  His mentor had long suspected that Galock and his followers had done the unthinkable and begun to get emotionally attached to their subjects and were utilizing the experiments for their own ends.  It was his job to catch them in the act and report back to the Keeper.  He knew he should be dispassionate about the results but he found he looked forward to seeing Galock face the Keeper’s justice
<Initiating>


   
   


With a smile he leaned back in his chair and reached out with his mind.
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.”


   
   


<<<NRPG>>>
“If you frak this up I’m taking away your hat privileges.” Steele said taking the communicator


   
   


Laying the ground work for the end…
“Yankee,” Corbett hissed as an insult.


   
   


Respectfully,
Respectfully Submitted


Steve Apple


Andy
Stile Corbett, MD


CAPT Jack Steele
CMO, USS HOOD NCC 1703


CO, USS HOOD NCC 1703
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