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=June 2009=
==[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: And Then It All Went To Hell==
==[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: And Then It All Went To Hell==
===by [[Mansur_Brian|Mansur, Brian]]===
===by [[Mansur_Brian|Mansur, Brian]]===
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SD 2260.168
SD 2260.168


Klingon Commodore Kareth took a minute to appreciate the magnificent view
Klingon Commodore Koreth took a minute to appreciate the magnificent view
outside his shore office's window. He beheld the empire's newest B-10
outside his shore office's window. He beheld the empire's newest B-10
Dreadnaught, the BLOOD OATH. Its gleaming greenish grey hull shown brilliantly
Dreadnaught, the BLOOD OATH. Its gleaming greenish grey hull shown brilliantly
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mission in less than forty hours.
mission in less than forty hours.


Wholly satisfied with his view, Kareth didn't even bother to turn when his aide,
Wholly satisfied with his view, Koreth didn't even bother to turn when his aide,
Captain Par'rick, entered the office.
Captain Par'rick, entered the office.


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Chancellor has given us the order to launch."
Chancellor has given us the order to launch."


Kareth allowed the side of his mouth to creep upward. He griped at the hilt of
Koreth allowed the side of his mouth to creep upward. He gripped at the hilt of
his d'k tahg in anticipation. "Are the Federation forces sending what we had
his d'k tahg in anticipation. "Are the Federation forces sending what we had
hoped for?"
hoped for?"
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be in the area sometime in the next few months."
be in the area sometime in the next few months."


Now Kareth was smiling. The promise of battle called out to his blood. "Do we
Now Koreth was smiling. The promise of battle called out to his blood. "Do we
have the name of the ship yet?"
have the name of the ship yet?"


"Not as yet. We may not get the name until after the operation has begun."
"Not as yet. We may not get the name until after the operation has begun."


Kareth was in too good a mood now, so he merely shrugged. "A minor ingredient.
Koreth was in too good a mood now, so he merely shrugged. "A minor ingredient.
The dish will hardly be lacking for it."
The dish will hardly be lacking for it."


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FO/NAV, USS HOOD
FO/NAV, USS HOOD
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==[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: "Cleanup in Aisle Everywhere"==
==[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: "Cleanup in Aisle Everywhere"==
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==[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: Big Damn Drill - Red vs Gold!==
==[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: Big Damn Drill - Red vs Gold! - JP==
===by [[Belin_Daniel|Belin, Daniel]]; [[Apple_Steve|Apple, Steve]]; [[Mansur_Brian|Mansur, Brian]]===
===by [[Belin_Daniel|Belin, Daniel]]; [[Apple_Steve|Apple, Steve]]; [[Mansur_Brian|Mansur, Brian]]===
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Corbett put his left boot on the chair next to him. The Security Chief raised
Corbett put his left boot on the chair next to him. The Security Chief raised
an eyebrow. “You might like this,” Corbett said, pulling up his trouser leg
an eyebrow. "You might like this," Corbett said, pulling up his trouser leg
and slipping his revolver from its ankle holster. Gingerly, he handed it to
and slipping his revolver from its ankle holster. Gingerly, he handed it to
DeSimms. “This sar is a .38 Colt Cobra. It has been the backup gun for every
DeSimms. "This sar is a .38 Colt Cobra. It has been the backup gun for every
Texas Ranger named Corbett for the last 300 years. My daddy passed it to me just
Texas Ranger named Corbett for the last 300 years. My daddy passed it to me just
before he died.”
before he died."


DeSimms took up the revolver almost reverently. “Very nice indeed doctor.”
DeSimms took up the revolver almost reverently. "Very nice indeed doctor."


“Thank you sar. It is one of my prized pieces. More for sentimental reasons
"Thank you sar. It is one of my prized pieces. More for sentimental reasons
than anything else, of course. Though I have to say the trigger action is very
than anything else, of course. Though I have to say the trigger action is very
smooth. It’s nice to see someone else aboard who enjoys vintage firearms.”
smooth. It's nice to see someone else aboard who enjoys vintage firearms."


DeSimms handed back the Colt. Returning to business, he said, "So tell me,
DeSimms handed back the Colt. Returning to business, he said, "So tell me,
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well."
well."


“I agree," the doctor said. "The drill needs to be shipwide. The crew needs
"I agree," the doctor said. "The drill needs to be shipwide. The crew needs
to know what to do with the wounded in heavy combat.
to know what to do with the wounded in heavy combat.


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patients to the cargo bays. I wanted to cover some of the logistics with you.  
patients to the cargo bays. I wanted to cover some of the logistics with you.  
With security drills added to the mix, we should get our people aware of each
With security drills added to the mix, we should get our people aware of each
other's deployment plans so that they aren't running over each other.”
other's deployment plans so that they aren't running over each other."


"I like it," DeSimms said. He moved over to his Colt Python and pulled it down
"I like it," DeSimms said. He moved over to his Colt Python and pulled it down
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Merrick smiled and waved him off. "Speaking of a mess." He hit the comm,
Merrick smiled and waved him off. "Speaking of a mess." He hit the comm,
"ARr’Rhiana Hemux, cue your mass casualties." Then to Corbett he said, "Go
"ARr'Rhiana Hemux, cue your mass casualties." Then to Corbett he said, "Go
have fun doc."
have fun doc."


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==[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: "Seeing Gold"==
==[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: "Seeing Gold"==
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CMO, USS HOOD NCC-1703
CMO, USS HOOD NCC-1703
ASR: ORIGINS
ASR: ORIGINS
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==[ORIGINS]USS HOOD: Assignment Mayhem==
===by [[Catterick_Andy|Catterick, Andy]]===
<PRE>
SD 2260.178
            Steele watched as three of his team went down.  It was more
then he had hoped but less then he had feared.  Raising his communicator
he shouted “Now!”  He turned and looked to his team.  “Ready?”  They all
were.  He did a mental five count.  “Let’s Go!”  In unison they sprang
around the corridor to find the Red shirted attackers having spun around
to see the rest of Gold team closing in on them from behind.  Now they
had Steele and the rest boxing them in.  Gold team lost two more but they
made quick work of the defenders.  With a nod to the umpire who was
diligently letting everyone know who was dead and who was injured the
gold shirts headed down the corridor.  When they got to the main
intersection Steele turned to face them.  “Alright, you all know you’re
missions.  Do your best to take your objectives but I’ll be happy with as
much mayhem as you can muster along the way.”  With a lopsided grin
Steele, Ensign Campell and Crewman Saunders sprinted down the corridor
and then began to climb down one of the service ladders.
            Steele knew that his team would eventually lose.  It had too
for many reason not least of which being that it would be terrible for
morale if the ship was taken or even destroyed by the invading ‘Klingons’. 
Not that he and his team weren’t trying very hard to achieve either of
those goals.  But he was more interested in providing the rest of the crew
the opportunity to test their skills and their ingenuity as they worked as
a team to save the ship and each other.  And of course Murphy’s Law would
raise its ugly head and throw a few spanners into the works.  But that
would provide important lessons to be learned and that might be even more
valuable then winning the drill.  As he poked his head around the corner
as they arrived at their deck he wondered what it would do to morale when
the crew realized their captain had lost.  He probably should have led the
defenders.  But where was the fun in that?
            On the bridge Ensign Zhukov looked down at his board as the
sensor alarm flashed.  The young ensign was handling the nav station much
to his horror.  His first time at the bridge station and it was in the
middle of a drill.  Weren’t new officers supposed to get the graveyard
shift?  “Mr. Merrick they’re back and this time there are two of them. Both
D-7 class attack cruisers.”
            Part of the drill had been set to simulate space combat at the
same time as the crew were repelling boarders.  It wasn’t like the Klingons
would drop their troops and slink away. 
            Zhukov watched the view screen as the two cruisers closed in on
HOOD.  He could make out the battle damage that it had taken when it had
snuck up on HOOD and battered her shields down enough to get boarders
aboard.  “They’re firing!”
<<<NRPG>>>
Really enjoying the drill and looking forward to seeing who gets to kill
Steele.  Don’t tell anyone but he is heading for Aux Control…why else would
he bring Cory?
Respectfully,
Andy
CAPT Jack Steele
CO, USS HOOD NCC 1703
ASR ORIGINS
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==[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: "F.U.B.A.R."==
===by [[Lusby_Scott|Lusby, Scott]]===
<PRE>
SD: 2260.179
MD: 1.1627
Setting: Chief Engineer's Office, Deck O, USS HOOD
Lieutenant Commander Gar Th'elenth shook his head as he read the report on
the tablet in his hand. "FOUR teams, Lieutenant?" he asked, his antennae
twitching as he spoke.
"Yes, Commander, four teams," said Gar's assistant, Lieutenant Bywater.
Gar tossed the tablet onto the desk in his small office, and folded his arms
across his body. "And they all were 'killed' because they decided to engage
our opponents BEFORE Security had arrived?"
The younger human shook his head. "Again, that is correct, Commander."
Gar spat an Andorian curse. "I need a drink," he muttered as he collapsed
into the chair behind the small desk in front of him.
Bywater looked at him, eyebrow raised. "Excuse me, Commander, but I thought
you'd be proud that they took the initiative...I mean, you being Andorian
and all..."
Gar raised his head, and met Bywater's gaze; immediately, the human shrunk
slightly.
However, Gar allowed the corners of his lips to curl slightly. "I admire
their tenacity, John," he said, sliding the room's other chair over to him
with his foot. "And I also admire their courage; they have shown themselves
to have the heart of a warrior today."
Bywater sat in the proffered chair. "Then what gives, Gar?"
Gar now leaned forward in his chair. "Because they didn't THINK first,
John." He paused, and picked up the tablet again from the desk. "None of
the four teams 'killed' were able to complete their repairs first; as such,
the 'plasma fire' on J-deck, the ruptured phaser leads on C-deck, the hull
ruptures were never addressed. And while those things in and of themselves
were not enough to destroy HOOD, they would have cut our combat efficiency
way down, which MAY have gotten us killed if it was the real thing."
Bywater leaned forward. "And the boarding teams?" he asked. "The Klingons
don't take prisoners, Gar."
Gar nodded. "Yes- the Klingons needed to be dealt with first; they would
have- and did, to make a point- prevented us from completing our repairs."
He paused before continuing. "But what they SHOULD have done was to either
call for help or wait for the Security teams to arrive."
The Andorian paused again. "Security teams are better prepared for that
kind of thing; in fact, it's what they train for. They have body armor,
heavy phasers, extra power packs...and a professional knowledge of
small-unit tactics. Engineers- unless they happen to be Andorian- seldom
have such equipment or expertise among them," he finished, winking as he
lifted himself out of his chair.
Th'elenth walked to the door of his office. "Had any and all of those teams
waited, their repairs might have been delayed ten-fifteen minutes...but they
would have gotten done once the areas were secure. 'Efficiency' does not
always mean jumping head-long into a situation.'"
"Where are you going?" Bywater asked.
Gar nodded through the doorways. "The Captain's day cabin; he wants to go
over the drill with us, see what our thoughts are."
"And what would yours be, Gar?"
Th'elenth grinned. "That we need to coordinate some more drills with
Lieutenant DeSimms," he replied. "Either we need to learn to fight better,
or we need to learn to let Security do their job so we can do ours."
With that, he passed through the doors of his office.
"See what you can arrange with Mr. DeSimms while I'm gone, please," he added
over his shoulder, just as the doors closed again and cut him off from his
assistant.
<<tag Andy/Brian>>
<<NRPG>>
All- OK, just a little private analysis from our friendly Andorian engineer.
Andy- I think this sets up your JP idea quite well. Tag! :)
Respectfully Submitted,
-- Scott Lusby
/\ LCDR Gar Th'eleneth
Chief Engineer
USS HOOD NCC-1703
ASR: ORIGINS
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==[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: Remember The Alamo==
===by [[Apple_Steve|Apple, Steve]]===
<PRE>
SD: 2260.179
MD: 1.1627
[Snip from Corbett's Post: Scalpels are a Doctors Best Friend]
"What the hell are you doing down here doc." One of the men asked as
Corbett slid down next to them.
"Doing something stupid to be sure," Corbett said then asked. "Who's
in charge here?"
"Me, Chief Kowlaczyk unless you want the job."
"Absolutely not sar, being a figure of authority goes against my
ethics. I'm now your new field medic."
"That's good cause your team got its ticket punched awhile ago by the
Captain."
"Well then I would say revenge is in order."
[End Snip]
Scene: J-Deck Corridor Intersection, USS HOOD
"I'm not sure about revenge doc I'd settle for not getting killed."
Kowlaczyk said frowning. "We got an EPS fire still burning out of
control and we're exchanging fire with Klingons who outnumber us
2 to 1.
"I take it you're a glass half empty type of fella, Chief." Corbett
said smiling. "However I am in agreement with the not getting killed
part."
"All we need to do is hold these guys for a few more minutes until
security arrives." Kowlaczyk said.
"Ah yes, Mr. DeSimms and the Calvary" Corbett said standing.
"Where are you going?" Kowlaczyk asked
"To check out the corridor behind us. Corbett answered. "If I hadn't
spotted our sneaky little Ensign earlier y'all would have been dead by
now."
"Fine, just make sure you don't get killed in the processes." Kowlaczyk
said.
"Don't worry sar I'm diametrically opposed to death, especially my own."
Corbett said hugging the wall as he moved down the corridor.
Corbett crouched at the first intersection directly behind them and took
a quick glance around the corner. There were at least four maybe five
Gold Shirts taking up positions and moving toward him.
He could shout out a warning to Kowlaczyk, but that might spring their
trap, he thought. Turing his head he saw that the Engineers were still
engaged in a forward shooting match with the Captain.
He knew he couldn't take them all out, but maybe he could slow them
down. Quickly he fished in his medkit for the hand scanner and tube
reader. It took him a minute to make the minor adjustments to the
equipment and a spray of sealant to glue them together.
Corbett heard the Captains voice shout the word "Now" through one of the
rear attacker's communicators. He knew it was time to act and threw the
makeshift device around the corner.
The whine of the scanner mimicked a sonic grenade and also served to
increase the intensity of the lights from the tube reader, which played
off the corridor walls.
"Remember the Alamo" Corbett screamed as he jumped around the corner and
into the attackers, holding a phaser in one hand and a hypospray in the
other. He immediately scored a phaser hit on one of the Gold shirts.
There was momentary confusion and he was able to reach out and snag
another with the hypospray before he saw four more Gold shirts take aim.
It was over for him as his sensor started chirping and the attackers blew
past him to make short work of the defending Engineers. With a sigh he
started walking back toward the turbo lift.
Respectfully Submitted,
Steve Apple
Dr. Stile Corbett
CMO
USS HOOD NCC-1703
ASR: ORIGINS
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