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==[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: Scenes of Horror== | |||
===by Brian V. Mansur=== | |||
SD: 2261.080 | |||
MD: 2.0830 | |||
Scene: Transporter Room, TSS HOOD | |||
Sean glanced at Gar in supressed alarm as the mirror Hemux led Steele away. | |||
But before he could say anything they were gone. Gar shrugged. They were | |||
on their own. | |||
"Let's get to engineering see what we're dealing with," Sean said, taking | |||
the lead. They'd have to trust that Steele would be along with the crystals | |||
or their trip would be for naught. | |||
As they walked through the corridors, Sean couldn't help but feel oppressed | |||
by the stark, utilitarian interior design. This was a warship: devoid of | |||
any warmth or pity. And the crew ... the crewmen looked on edge. A few | |||
seemed worn to the nub even. | |||
"These people look like they are living in hell," Gar said, clearly | |||
disturbed. | |||
"We should put them out of their misery," Sean muttered. Gar looked at him | |||
asconce. "I'm getting into character." Gar watched him for a moment. | |||
"No. I think you're serious." | |||
Sean didn't answer. He just winced as they passed a room that seemed to be | |||
reverberating with the excruciating screams of some poor woman. Gar looked | |||
at Sean, clearly wanting to do something. | |||
They were five feet past the door when Sean decided he wasn't going to let | |||
it go. He put his hand on Gar to stop him. "Wait a minute," he sighed. | |||
He drew his pistol and turned back. | |||
He opened the door to a greusome scene. A trio of crewmen, two male and one | |||
female were watching with glee as a bound woman writhed on the floor. They | |||
seemed not to notice him over the girl's cries of agony. He promptly shot | |||
the tortured woman into silence. | |||
Shocked, the trio turned with weapons drawn. But the sight of him, their | |||
First Officer, immediately brought them to attention. | |||
Sean glared at the lot of them and shouted, "I can't hear myself. THINK with | |||
that FRAKING NOISE!" | |||
"Yes sir," they said in unison. | |||
"She's stunned. Clean her up and go do something useful." | |||
Sean was impressed at how quickly they jumped to carry out his orders. He | |||
was also dimly aware that no alarm had sounded when he had discharged his | |||
weapon. Unlike on a Federation ship, he supposed that meant people | |||
routinely shot each other on this ship. His guts twisted at the | |||
implications. | |||
Satisfied that good had been done here, he turned around to a thoughtful | |||
looking Gar. | |||
"I think I would have put a burn mark or two on the others," Gar said. | |||
Sean shook his head in disgust of the whole situation. "A good idea. Next | |||
time. Come on." | |||
NRPG: I'm back. | |||
Respectfully Submitted, | |||
Brian V. Mansur | |||
LCDR Sean Merrick | |||
FO, USS HOOD NCC-1703 | |||
ASR ORIGINS | |||
==[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: First Things First== | ==[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: First Things First== | ||