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| ==[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: "Kablooey"== | | ==[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: "Kablooey"== |
| [ORIGINS] USS HOOD: "Kablooey" | | ===by [[Lusby_Scott|Lusby, Scott]]=== |
| Posted by: Scott Lusby (LCDR Gar Th'elenth)
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| Posted by: Scott Lusby (LCDR Gar Th'elenth)
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| SD: 2260.160
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| Setting: Main Engineering, O-Deck, USS HOOD
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| <<snip- from my last post>>
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| The Andorian met the First Officer's gaze; both men now wore the mask duty
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| on their faces, and, as Merrick moved to assist in the care of Tanner and
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| Pethukov as they waited for the trauma team to arrive, Gar dealt with the
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| smoldering engineering station, wishing the ventilation systems would work
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| quicker.
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| The damage, however, had been done.
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| <<end snip>>
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| It was only the that Gar became aware of a lot more commotion than there was
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| only a moment ago. "Here, figure out what happened here," he said, handing
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| a tricorder to the rating standing next to him as he walked back to the
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| scene of Tanner's accident.
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| A human man in blue, speaking with a thick accent Th'elenth could not place,
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| was shouting orders as he looked over Tanner and Pethukov; the man spoke
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| with the authority of experience and acted decisively, quickly- for which
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| Gar was grateful.
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| However, as he contemplated the merits of the new doctor, there seemed to be
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| a lot more smoke coming from the forward areas of the bay.
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| "What's going on here?" he hissed under his breath as he trotted towards the
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| source of the smoke.
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| He reached the source: three more consoles, each tied to unrelated
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| subsystems for water purification, food replication and waste treatment, had
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| eaten themselves, tossing plastic and acrid smoke everywhere. Making
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| matters worse, a pipeline overhead had been pierced by the exploding
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| consoles, creating an opaque veil in front of him.
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| Th'elenth covered his mouth and nose with his hand, and, pushing through the
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| charcoal haze, began poking at the remnants of the destroyed console nearest
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| him.
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| Suddenly, the doors to main engineering opened from nearby, and smoke
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| billowed through them and into the hallway.
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| <<snip- from Dave's last post>>
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| ARr'Rhiana rushed into engineering and coughed as smoke from a broken
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| pipeline filled the area.
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| <<end snip>>
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| Gar pulled himself up as the form became more pronounced- a Denobulan woman,
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| he was pretty sure, making her the ship's new chief Science Officer by the
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| looks of her uniform and sleeve striping.
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| The woman coughed. "Lieutenant Hemux at your disposal, Commander," she
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| said. "I'm qualified in engineering as well- I can help if you need it."
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| Gar's antennae pitched forward, and his lips pursed. "I'm afraid I do,
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| Lieutenant- I'm afraid I do." He paused for a moment as the trauma teams
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| hustled by with their patients."
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| "I'll have a report for you later, Commander," the doctor said as he passed
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| through the doors. "Right now these men need my complete attention."
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| "I understand, doctor," Gar said as the doors closed.
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| Hemux watched the stretchers roll by, and, after the doors shut, glanced
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| back at Th'elenth. "What happened?"
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| "Unrelated accidents- warp plasma coolant exposure to one, electro-plasma
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| burns from an exploding console to the other."
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| The Denobulan glanced at the three still-smoldering console. "You sure
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| they're unrelated?"
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| The Andorian 's antennae twitched again. "Pretty sure the warp plasma
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| coolant injury was an accident- I saw it happen." He paused, bending down
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| to pick up a piece of splintered plastic from the ground. "As for these
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| consoles...I'm not sure yet."
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| Th'elenth paused again, this time to cut off the fractured pipe above,
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| immediately cutting off the smoke spilling from it.
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| "But I promise you I damn well WILL find out," he said, the memory of
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| Tanner's screams, of Pethukov's moans, flooding his brain.
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| He glanced back at his new shipmate. "Care to join me?"
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| <<NRPG>>
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| All- OK...this better ties things together. I hope. And it gets Dave into
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| Dave- I'm sure you saw my NRPG note. However, if you have better ideas,
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| let's run with them. As long, as per Andy's directions, as this is a freaky,
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| isolated thing and not some grand epic problem we'll need an entire mission
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| to figure out.
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| Steve- loved the medical response post. Can't wait to see how the Texan
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| shores up things down in Sick Bay.
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| Respectfully Submitted,
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| -- Scott Lusby
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| /\ LCDR Gar Th'elenth
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| Chief Engineering Officer
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| USS HOOD NCC-1703
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| ASR: ORIGINS
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| </PRE> | | </PRE> |