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===[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: Talosians are Just Yankees in Disguise ==
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===by Steve Apple===
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==[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: The Wrong Place at the Wrong Time==
===by Andy Catterick===
SD: 2261.179
Scene: Prison Cell
Jack almost jumped in surprise as in mid conversation Stile suddenly disappeared from his cell.  He immediately called out his name but got no response.  He turned back to face Zade’s cell and saw the doctor bent over her tricorder running.  He was greatly relieved that for whatever reason their mysterious captors had allowed Stile to help her.
“Is she ok?”  He shouted over.  He paused as the doctor continued his examination, his attention focused solely on the prone navigator.  But quickly his already shredded patience began to fail. “Doctor what’s her status?”  No response.  “Doctor report!  Stile what the hell is going on?”  He watched as Stile rose to his feet and then seemed to stare off into the distance.  “Stile!”
Suddenly Payne’s voice rank out.  [Payne to Captain Steele.  Payne to any landing party member.  Payne to HOOD.  Is there anyone on this channel?]
“Rick?”  Jack called out as he kept his eyes on the unmoving Dr. Corbett.  “Commander Payne?”  He had known Payne for years and could hear the stress in his voice.  “Payne report!”  He slammed a fist against the shield at the security chief’s failure to respond and as a small release to the frustration and need to do something that had been building in him for hours.  When he found their captors he would be hard pressed not to throttle them and diplomacy be damned.
Suddenly the force field to his cell disappeared and Jack rushed out into the hall.  He paused for a second as he first looked towards Stile and Zade and then turned to see Payne at the end of the hallway slowly walking towards him.  “Rick?  Rick are you alright?”  He watched as the security officer tenses and then crouched.  “Commander report!”
Jack suddenly realized he couldn’t move.  He was completely paralyzed and could not even speak.  But his vision still worked and he watched in disbelief as his chief of security quickly raised his phaser and pointed it at his captain.
NRPG
Uh oh!  J
Respectfully,
Andy
CAPT Jack Steele
CO, USS HOOD NCC 1703
STARFLEET: ORIGINS
==[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: Dissension==
===by Andy Catterick===
SD: 2261.179
Scene: Unknown
“This is reprehensible.”  The fourth thought with increasing disgust to the group.  “On many levels.”
The first turned briefly to scrutinize the younger Talosian while the other two did the mental equivalent of rolling their eyes in irritation and ridicule.  “You were chosen for this mission because you were our most promising student.  There were many with greater education and experience but you were chosen because of your powerful mind.  Were you not made aware of the goals of this experiment *and* the methods that were too utilized?”
“I was made aware.”  He confirmed.
“And yet you question?” He asked with exaggerated patience.
“I was under the impression that our mandate was to ask questions.”  He replied evenly.
“Of the subjects not of your betters.”  The second interjected with no attempt to conceal his disdain.
“We are not asking we are toying with them.”
“It is sad that you cannot see the value of this type of experimentation.  We provide suitable stimuli and study their reactions.  It is very simple.”
“We could simply ask them questions, open a dialogue.”  The student offered knowing it was a losing battle.  He was beginning to see his teachers were looking information but also enjoyed the methods they employed.  Unnecessary as they were.
“And how would that achieve impartial evidence?  These beings are deceitful too themselves and too each other.  It is a central feature of their makeup.”
The student frowned and clamped a tighter shield around his mind knowing the others were trying to probe his thoughts.  “Their minds are simple and easy to read.  Any deceit would be obvious.  Putting them through such meaningless tests is immoral and beneath us. And while I grant the results will prove interesting and insightful they are similarly unnecessary.”
“Immoral?”  The elder asked in a shocked tone.  “They are lab experiments barely sentient and even the sentience we have provisionally granted them is still unproven.  I fear you have allowed your emotions to overpower your intellect.  It would be best if you returned to your compartment and reviewed the tenets of this experiment.  I must advise you that I will be reviewing the wisdom of including you on this mission.”
“But elder...”
“You may go.”
Respectfully,
Andy
CAPT Jack Steele
CO, USS HOOD NCC 1703
STARFLEET: ORIGINS


==[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: The Wrong Place at the Wrong Time==
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==[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: What is a Texian?==
===David Kiel===
SD 2261.180  1836.065
The Alamo
"Yeah we're at the Alamo." Corbett said when he heard the trumpets and Spanish
battle cries. "And I'd say Santa Anna is about ready to attack."
Cedria didn't recognize any of those words and looked around for something to
use as a fan. "I don't suppose the horns represent the beginning of the
celebration and revelries? Perhaps accompanied by a feast of some sort?"
Stile shook his head. "Old Earth battle. An ugly one, and only two people
ultimately survive the Mexican charge."
Cedria did a quick count and hopefully offered a followup question. "It wasn't
us I suppose?"
"Not historically speaking, no."
"Hmmm, when was this battle?"
"This is March sixth, eighteen thirty-six." Corbett looked around as if he
recognized the place. To Cedria it looked dirty and small and not worth
fighting over.
Her mind was whirring through numbers though, years, places, orbital
inclinations and 500 odd years of stellar drift. "Texas is this?"
"Yep, we're going to need to find weapons."
"I am the Prime Minister of Trill."
"I think the heats getting to you, missy."
"Eighteen thirty-six, march six. Dawn by the look of it." Cedria gazed up at
the early morning sky and pointed to just above the horizon roughly south
southeast. "I am the Prime Minister of Trill, right over there, right now."
"Well unless you can send us some Cavalry that's not going to help."
Cedria smiled. "Trill was a little ahead of Earth at this point, I could send
air cover. Except for the fact that it's a different planet and all, and that
this isn't real."
Stile looked around, the air tasted like home, the stone looked real, smooth and
fresh but otherwise just like the ruins he'd grown up near. "You sure? Whoever
these smug Yankee bastards are they seem to have no end of spatial powers.
Perhaps time travel is one."
"They are telepaths. That's about all I know, but of that much Im sure. We
Trills are mildly telepathic. I don't think they were expecting that, and when
they were sending me to my `vision' I got lost. I've been wandering for, I'm
not sure. Seems like weeks though. How is my body doing?"
"Looked just fine to me." Corbett ran his hand over the wall, the texture was
perfect, exactly how he had imagined the place would have been when still in
use,… "Exactly as I imagined." He looked at Cedria. "Beginning to think you're
right, everything here is how I expect it to look. There should be a surprise,
something historians didn't know. Something washed away by time. A column that
was removed before historians got to marking everything to its place. The name
of a soldier's girlfriend carved in the wall, before the years wore it clean.
It matches what's in my head just a little too well."
"They fetched it out and set it up here."
"Well if you're Telepathic, can you tell what they're planning? What they're up
to? How their detention cell technology works, maybe?"
"No chance." She shook her head. "I can't even see what they really look like.
Their telepathic power is like a raging bonfire, each of them could easily burn
our brains to a crisp. Im a matchstick by comparison." She patted him on the
shoulder. "You're a bit of dry grass."
His eyes narrowed and his scowl showed his appreciation of her `compliment'.
"Well, miss Matchstick, the third charge of this fine morning left this place
overrun. We'd better find a way out before then. Or, a way to win this
battle."
Respectfully submitted;
David Kiel
Lt Cedria Zade,
NAV, USS HOOD NCC-1703
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==[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: Calling for Help==
===by Andy Catterick===
SD: 2261.181
Scene: Bridge, USS HOOD
Holden Wheelie lay on the deck staring up at the deckhead of the bridge in a daze.  He knew there was something he should be doing.  Knew he needed to move and stop someone.  But he was drifting in and out of consciousness and couldn't quite wrap his mind around actually moving let alone taking any action.  Action against what he asked himself again.
The science officer hit the first officer.  He rememebered that.  Was that it?  Did he have to come to Commander Merrick's defence?  No, that played itself out.  Was that before or after the first officer went crazy?  He wasn't sure.  And what the frak was going on aboard this ship?  He'd worked hard throught the Academy making sacrific after sacrifice to achieve his goal, duty aboard a starship.  Any thing less would be failure.  And he had done.  He was aboard HOOD.  Sure she wasn't EXETER or ENTERPRISE but she was a CONSTITUTION class the most modern of modern and crewed by the best of the best.  Best of the best, he chuckled.  Not likely.  Officers were slapping officers, and then they were going crazy and shouting and well, he realized he was an officer and he was lying down on the deck for some reason.
He groaned as the pain in his head began to bring his consciousness back closer to the here and now.  Why was the communications officer sitting in his chair?  Slowly memory began to slip back into his consciousness.  The comm officer had gone crazy, that seemed to be par for this ship, and attacked them all.  Holden had to retake control of the bridge. 
Just before he tried to pull himself up.  He watched as Tamura suddenly leaped up from the helm and kicked a stirring first officer in the head.  Holden used this momentary distraction to make his move.  Ignoring the screaming pain in his head he pulled himself up to his console and hit the comm panel.  "Security to the bridge!  Emergency!  Security to the...."  More pain and then all went dark.
Respectfully,
Andy
CAPT Jack Steele
CO, USS HOOD NCC 1703
STARFLEET: ORIGINS
==[ORIGINS] USS HOOD:  Texans Never Forget==
===by Steve Apple===
SD 2261.180 ((1836.066))
Scene: The Alamo
<<Snip From Dave’s Post “What is a Texian?” (Finest Beings on Planet Earth)
"… Their telepathic power is like a raging bonfire, each of them could easily burn our brains to a crisp. I’m a matchstick by comparison." She patted him on the shoulder. "You're a bit of dry grass."
His eyes narrowed and his scowl showed his appreciation of her `compliment'. "Well, Miss Matchstick, the third charge of this fine morning left this place overrun. We'd better find a way out before then, or a way to win this battle."
End Snip>>
As if in answer to his thoughts Corbett spied three Mexican soldiers running across the square.
“He encontrado algunos cerdos gringo ahi!” Yelled one of the soldiers, obviously spotting the two officers.
“Get behind the broken part of that wall over there.” Corbett shouted at the Trill.
“Why?”
“The fat one on the right just said he spotted some white pigs and because they’re kneeling, which means they’re getting ready to fire.” Corbett yelled diving behind the wall as three large caliber rifle shots hit the stone.
“Son of a bitch.” Corbett spat as he reflexively reached into his boot and brought out his colt. “This is for Davey, Sam and Jim.” He shouted as he popped up and fired three successive rounds.
Cedria glanced over and saw the doctor had the same smile he had when he went after the poisonous rabbit. He was insane that had to be it, there was no other explanation, she thought.  “You know this is an illusion and nothing more?” She questioned.
“I know that,” Corbett scowled. “However, besides feeling good about payback there was a method to my madness.”
“Madness is right, only an idiot or someone quite insane goes around shooting ancient weapons at illusions.”
Corbett smiled at her and characteristically pushed his hat to the back of his head. “We’ll see,” he said as he jumped over the wall and headed toward where the soldiers had been.
Cedria frowned, but stayed put. After a few moments and the lack of additional gunfire she poked her head over the wall and saw the doctor walking toward three prone figures. “He actually managed to hit them,” she said to herself as she moved to follow him.
Corbett stopped several feet from the bodies and turned to see Cedria making her way cautiously to him. “Tell me what you see.” He said when she caught up to him
“I see three dead illusions.” She said.
“No you don’t.” Corbett said still facing away from the bodies.
Cedria’s patience with him were wearing thin. “Stop playing games doctor.”
“This is no game darlin; you and I have minds that are how did you put it, oh yeah like dry grass.”
“No I said your mind was like dry grass.” She corrected.
“See that’s your problem,” Corbett reprimanded. “You’re so used to thinking as one being you forget you’re really two distinct life forms.”
“What’s your point doctor?”
“My point is that Zade knows that this is just an illusion; however you Cedria and I the lowly humanoids still believe this is very real.”
“What?”
“Why are we still here?” He asked. “And why does the air smell of gunpowder? Why do our ears hear the sounds of battle so clearly and coming closer? It’s because we need proof that this is an illusion, Zade on the other hand because of his mild telepathy does not.”
“If you believe that then why did you interact with them?”
“For proof my dear.” Corbett said. “I shot each one in the chest.”
“I can see that; so how is that proof.”
“Because I shot them with a .38 caliber bullet, which would create a wound that is inconsistent with the vision in my mind that each one has a smoldering hole the size of my fist to the left side of their chests.”
Corbett heard Cedria gasp at his words and turned to see the wounds he just described.
Immediately as if in the blink of an eye he was back in his cell, alone, the force field holding him prisoner an inky black.
“Told you so!” He said out loud and then pulled his hat over his eyes and promptly fell asleep.
Respectfully submitted;
Steve Apple
Stile Corbett, MD
CMO, USS HOOD NCC-1703
ASR: ORIGINS
==[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: Saving the Day with Technobable==
===by Brian V. Mansur===
SD: 2261.181
MD: Not Hppy Hour
Scene: Bridge, USS HOOD
Sean gripped his aching head and swore for the fiftieth time that he would never drink again to excess.  Wait a minute.  Oh that's right.
"Tamura you ass!"  he shouted, and immediately regretted the cranial reverberations that the exclamation cost him.  He opened his eyes carefully.  He was still on the bridge.  "Small favors," he muttered.  "Someone give me a status report."
Hemux responded immediately from the Conn. "You won't like it."
"Ar'Rhianna!" Sean growled.
"We're headed back the way we came.  Warp 5."
"What happened?"
"Tamura went rogue.  He's locked out the controls."
Carefully, Merrick got to his feet.  As the former chief engineer, he knew there were still some things they could do.  "Cut power to the antimatter feeds.  Stall us out."
"I'm working on that now,"
Suddenly the hum of the ship's drives cut back.
"Good job.  How far out are we?"
"About 2 light years."
"No far enough." Sean complained as he rubbed at the back of his neck  He surveyed the bodies strewn across the deck.  Tamura lay at his feet, a satisfied smile playing across his face.  "Sweet dreams sunshine," he said.  He turned to Hemux, "You mentioned creating a telepathic shield of some kind to protect us.  What do you need to make it happen and how long will it take?"
"It's just a theory, but a theta modulated warp field ..."
"Whoa whoa," Sean said putting up his hands.  "Theta is a bad word and you know it.  We don't want to cook our synapses."
"Well if Corbett was here he'd probably tell us to inject the crew with something to make it all better.  But since he's not, this is all I have."
Sean sighed.  How intense does the field need to be?
"About 25%."
"My head isn't up to calculations just now, so what would the half-life of the crew be before they start turning into useless lumps of quivering protoplasm."
"About 3 hours.  With about a day of neural rehab to get back to normal."
"And that means about 4 hours before the damage starts to become irreversible."
Hemux nodded. Neither bothered to add, "if it works at all."
Sean tried not to think of the crew staggering around as their brain paths stopped working.  "We'll have to try it.  So you need a plasflow calibrator?"
"You called it a what?" Hemux asked in confusion.
"The dual tube device with the wavy red lines in it.  Has some black manual adjustors.  We have three in the engine room."
"Right.  Yes, those."
"Ok then, make it happen."
NRPG: Oh that was *awful*.
Regretfully Submitted,
Brian V. Mansur
LCDR Sean Merrick
FO, USS HOOD, NCC-1703
ASR ORIGINS
==USS HOOD: alpha, beta and the rest==
===by David Martins===
MD 2.1630
Scene: USS HOOD: Engineering
With a headage building up, Hemux lay on her back attaching one of those, what
Merrick called `a plasflow calibrator' to the shield emitter array. She pulled
herself from under the console and tapped some keys on the tricorder. Things
looked good.
With Seans help they now had the three calibrators added to the shield emitters.
When they would raise the shield the telepathic influence would be broken off
and the crew would return gto their normal behaviour, at least if everything was
going to plan.
She went up to the comm and messaged the Bridge "Hemux to Merrick, all
calibrators are in place and ready, Sir."
[Excellent, keep an eye on the reading as I raise the shields.]
Hemux nodded and a few seconds later the shields started to get online. Only
seconds later her headage diapeared and the medical tricorder showed that the
alpha- and betawaves from the crewmembers where returning to their normal
status.
"Shields are holding, the theta modulated warp field is in place and holding. I
think we are back to normal for now."
[Get back to the bridge then, Hemux] said Sean.
"On my way" she said and rushed back to the Bridge.
Scene: USS HOOD: BRIDGE
Hemux dropped took place at her console as slowly the crewmembers where
regaining consciousness again. One by one they stood up, looked confused around
them, but with some words from her or Merrick got back to their duty.
"Now, Hemux, how long do we have before we need to drop the Theta field?"
"We have 2 hours, 47 minutes before the effects of the theta radiation will
start to build, in 3 hours and 19 minutes we will reach dangerous levels and
will need a severe decontamination of the ship and treatement of the crew, in 3
hours and 37 minutes, levels will reach a level where most of the crew will
suffer permanent damage."
Sean sighed, why do science officers always tend to be blabbermouths? "Good, so
in less then three hours we must find our missing crew and get the RUTGLEDGE
back in our hand."
Hemux nodded "Or we have to find a safer solution to these telepathic attacks."
Merrick looked around "suggestions, anyone ?"
<<<NRPG>>>
Very nice post, Bryan. Anyway, here is another post to count for June!
Respectfully,
David Martens
Lt ARr'Rhiana Hemux
CSciO ,
Sovereignty Fleet
USS HOOD NCC 1703
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