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==[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: On the Verge...== | |||
===by Andy Catterick=== | |||
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Scene: RecDeck, TSS HOOD | |||
Corey Campbell stared at the bulkhead in silence as he went over his options. He was a marked man and he had to get off the ship. It was in no way a new thought to him. His next punishment would likely spell his death, or worse, a dishonourable discharge. He sighed at the knowledge that of the two choices he vastly preferred death over discharge but death would be so much quicker. Painful and sadistic he was sure, but it would be over. Discharge meant he would be dropped off at the first habitable planet they came across. He would be left with no possessions, no credits, no way to contact a family who out of both necessity and desire would wish no knowledge of him. He would be left to scrounge for whatever he needed to survive on a world that would have no use for him and a society who saw him as a parasite trying to steal its meagre resources. Eventually he would be swept up in the local criminal organization and be tasked with the most vile things imaginable until he died from the lifestyle or was killed out of hand. | |||
It had all gone wrong his first shift aboard. He had believed the recruitment posters, believed that he had chosen a better life. He would serve the Sovereignty not be a burden on it. He would vanquish enemies and discover new worlds. His problem stemmed from the fact that unlike most recruits he had a brain. But as smart as he was he wasn't smart enough to know when to keep his mouth shut. So when he noticed a power system could be easily made more efficient and mentioned it to the officer on duty he had made Chief Barrows, the NCO who was his direct superior look incompetent for having not noticed it. From then on Barrows nailed him for every infraction, real or imagined, that he could find. Campbell had become his whipping boy both figuratively and literally. The scut work, the agonizer sessions, the beatings had become more and more frequent and Barrows had documented it all in his personnel file. Campbell had been marked as a screw up who, with judicious use of punishment had not sought to change his ways. He was a detriment to the service and should he not mend his ways it was, in Chief Barrows considered opinion, best to discharge him immediately. | |||
He would rather die. | |||
From what little he had heard from Gene this parallel universe sounded like Utopia. To be an explorer, to be part of a team. That is how the universe should be. He decided then and there that either way he would not be returning to his own universe. He would escape and seek asylum or die trying. With nothing to lose and everything to gain he found that for the first time in years he was highly motivated. But how could he do it? He'd never get past the security checkpoints to reach the shuttle bay or the transporter room and even if he did it was likely there would be a variety of security lock outs he did not have passwords for. That left one of the escape pods or even an escape suit. Chances were he'd fall victim to the ship's main phasers but it was a risk he'd have to take. That other HOOD was out there somewhere. They would pick him up wouldn't they? | |||
Suddenly Gene came racing back into the room and made his way over to Cory. The excitement and tension of the man was obvious. "Can I trust you Campbell?" He blurted out. | |||
"Of course you can." Campbell replied confused. | |||
"I mean really trust you?" He leaned forward. "Life and death stuff." Campbell nodded."Zade is going to make a move on my boss." | |||
"What! Why?" He leaned forward concerned for his friend. "What are you going to do?" | |||
"I don't know. With him dead I move up to section chief, but the new SEC hates my guts." To Lowl it seemed a foregone conclusion that the assassination would be successful. "So she might take me out as well. I think that I might make a move on her first." | |||
"You want to be security chief?" Campbell asked shocked at his friends naked ambition. | |||
"Hell no, but I could make XO." He grinned at the idea. | |||
"Why are you telling me?" Campbell asked. | |||
"I need your help." He said plainly. | |||
"My help? I'm just a low level tech. With no connections, and no power." | |||
"Look Cory I know the hole you're in and I know it's not your fault. But you are a smart guy, you've got an education and I know you can help me. Will you? I have to move fast." | |||
"Ok but I need two things. First Chief Barrows needs to get caught in the cross fire." | |||
Gene grinned. "I figured that one out. Consider it done. What else." | |||
"I'll need your security codes to access the computer and override some lockouts." | |||
To Campbell's surprise Gene didn't even have to think about it. "Done." | |||
He might just make it out alive after all. | |||
Respectfully, | |||
Andy | |||
CAPT Jack Steele | |||
Commanding, USS HOOD NCC 1703 | |||
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