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[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: Triad part one | |||
SD 2261.060 | |||
Scene: TSS HOOD | |||
Cedria stepped over the scorched debris. The charred remains of plasma conduit | |||
crunched to a powder beneath her boots as she walked along exterior corridor | |||
four on deck eleven. The damage to the Hood from transit had been profound but | |||
just about perfect. They were perhaps still a match for Constellation, should | |||
she try to follow, but most definitely not a match for the denizens of the new | |||
universe. | |||
She passed one of DeSimms lackeys stationed near the turbolift. Hood always had | |||
goons patrolling the corridors, making everyone's job a little more difficult, | |||
especially hers. The redshirted human leered at her, his eyes tracing the | |||
pattern of spots between the skirt and the top of her duty gold. On Trill just | |||
that look would have cost him an eye, but here she had to watch her step. A | |||
woman's place shipboard was not usually outside the sleeping cabin. She was | |||
fortunate to get a pilots cert and even more fortunate to land on Hood. | |||
Well the second part had taken no small amount of string pulling back on Terra | |||
Three. But still, a lot of people had stepped out on the plank to get her here | |||
and she wasn't about to risk that by eviscerating some mindless thug. She gave | |||
him a cold look, something less than a challenge but enough to let him know that | |||
she was far more trouble than she was worth. Cedria knew she was here because | |||
she was smart, not because of her skill with a blade. | |||
Cedria kicked a burnt section of insulated tubing out of the way as she stepped | |||
into the turbolift. There were a few others on board just as smart. Jeri | |||
Merrick was one, one she had to watch out for. The Merrick name alone may have | |||
saved the woman when the Tholian device had devastated Hood's systems in | |||
transit. Fortunately the damage had obliterated all trace of the truth. | |||
Jeri's work wiring the device into Hood's warp core had been perfect. It took a | |||
mathematical genius to manage the cross patching of such wildly different power | |||
systems. It had taken a second genius to tamper ever so slightly with those | |||
settings and shift the balance just far enough out of phase to cause the ships | |||
current predicament. | |||
"Ensign Quell!" The order was barked in Zade's clear and sharply venomous | |||
voice. Cedria turned to face him. Hood's NAV was a tall, angular Trill with | |||
dark black hair and cold blue eyes. The Zade symbiont was legend on Trill, | |||
three times monarch and still alive to tell the tale. It amused her that he was | |||
on the ship as well, it made her mission that much more delicious. | |||
"Yes, lieutenant Zade." Cedria Quell stood at attention, of all the people she | |||
had to be careful of this one was the easiest to fool. Zade was historically | |||
arrogant, he knew Cedria had failed out of the symbiosis commission and that | |||
made her nothing in his eyes. Nothing but a functionary, nothing of | |||
consequence, nothing to worry about, exactly the notion she prefer he kept. | |||
"Make sure our fighter-transports are spaceworthy. If we need them I don't want | |||
any suprises." | |||
"Already done sir, five has some denting on the port nacelle, I have engineering | |||
teams on it. The others are fine and ready to go." | |||
"Good." Arctura Zade scowled and turned, his mind clearly on more important | |||
things than the lowly Ensign Cedria Quell. Cedria kicked a section of burnt | |||
conduit insulation from the lift entrance and stepped inside the turbolift. | |||
With a little luck her plan would work, the quiet ambition of it would bring her | |||
glory within the movement. Constitution class ships were the power of the | |||
Sovereignty, and for them to lose the Hood would weaken the Sovreignty. If the | |||
strike team in the other universe had succeeded then Constellation was burning | |||
in space as she walked. Two of the twelve missing might just give the | |||
resistance a chance, it would certainly give it momentum. Cedria smiled as the | |||
lift rose, whatever it took she would ensure that the Hood died here in this | |||
backwater universe. | |||
Long live the resistance. | |||
NRPG: Slight changes made to leave Connie in the alternate universe. | |||
Respectfully submitted; | |||
David Kiel | |||
Ens Cedria Quell | |||
Pilot, USS HOOD NCC-1703 | |||
Sovereignty Fleet | |||
ASR: ORIGINS | |||
==[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: Triad part two== | |||
===by David Kiel=== | |||
SD 2261.060 | |||
Scene: TSS HOOD | |||
Arctura Zade scowled as he left the simpering fool Quell in his wake. She was | |||
smart enough to fill the functionary role she served on the ship, and useless | |||
enough to not be a threat to his place on Hood. | |||
He had just finished his bridge shift, it had been as pleasant as always. Zade | |||
walked towards the observation deck to try and clear his head, a short interval | |||
of medative rest always helped after any exposure to the Hood's unstable | |||
captain. The psychopathic Steele had ranted and screamed and raged his way | |||
through four hours of threats and insinuations. How the man had risen to his | |||
station was beyond Zade. But it would end in this place. | |||
Arctura had not joined the Sovereign fleet to be a glorified chartkeeper. Zade | |||
had been Monarch of Trill when his homeworld had been conquered by the | |||
Sovereignty. And twice before he had managed to grasp the throne in hands still | |||
stained with the previous Monarchs blood. Now he had his sights set a little | |||
higher. Trill's oldest living symbiont had forgotten more about assassination | |||
than any living human could ever hope to accomplish in a single pathetic | |||
lifespan. Hood was a rung, the fleet was a means to power and once he had that | |||
he was in range of the Terran throne itself. | |||
He had struck a deal with Veld, a man who looked stable only next to the Hoods | |||
sadistic taskmaster. Hood would suffer a tragic failure at the least opportune | |||
moment. Unfortunately Constellation had not been in any shape to fight | |||
following its re-transit. Nevertheless, small victories could still be had. | |||
There was no reason Steele had to survive this dangerous gamble, with some luck | |||
he would die in this strange universe and Arctura Zade would take one more rung. | |||
Merrick was an obstacle of course. The mans senseless devotion to Steele was | |||
mystifying. He couldn't be removed until the last moment though, it was only | |||
Merricks steady hand that kept Hood from the abyss. It was critical that | |||
Merrick live so long as Steele did. | |||
If only Merricks fool wife hadn't botched the transition, a fully powered Hood | |||
might have taken care of both birds with one photonic blast. There would have | |||
been no need for DeSimms subterfuge and the Connie would be breached and | |||
bleeding atmosphere back in the Sovereign universe. | |||
One photonic blast. | |||
Arctura Zade smiled and looked out at the starfield of this strange and timid | |||
universe. A new order would most certainly arise in the Sovereignty fleet in | |||
the next few days. Forty lifetimes of experience had taught him to recognize an | |||
opportunity when he saw one. Glorious and rarefied blood would soon flow. | |||
Long live the Sovereignty | |||
NRPG: Slight changes made to leave Connie in the alternate universe. | |||
Respectfully submitted; | |||
David Kiel | |||
Lt Arctura Zade, | |||
NAV, USS HOOD NCC-1703 | |||
Sovereignty Fleet | |||
ASR: ORIGINS | |||
==[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: Triad part three== | |||
===by David Kiel=== | |||
SD 2261.060 | |||
Scene: TSS HOOD | |||
Cedria Zade tapped a series of keycommands into her console and logged off | |||
station just as Hood slid into orbit around Celes II. She already missed having | |||
Steering to talk to, she was piloting a shuttle full of Nausicans to the local | |||
Federation outpost. The duty shift replacement was an officer Perkins who | |||
seemed to be tireless in his appreciation of his career arc thus far and | |||
describing his triumphant rise through the ranks, well at least the one so far, | |||
to anyone who would listen. And to anyone who sat next to him on the bridge for | |||
four hours and had no choice but to listen. | |||
Krista Anderson took Cedrias chair, she was a bright young woman from some | |||
arctic part of Earth that Cedria had never heard of. A good officer and not at | |||
all crazy which put her in the top fifty percent of the officers she had met | |||
thus far. | |||
She tapped a few keys on her hand comp and perused the daily reports. She | |||
walked to the side of the bridge as she perused, looking up at the emerald world | |||
on the viewscreen. Celes II was an odd combination. A tropical world lush with | |||
life and also a mineral rich world. Generally Starfleet found all the ore it | |||
needed in asteroids and dead worlds. Celes was an odd exception, the world had | |||
been dead eyed by Eta Carinae's magnetic pole in one of its episodes. A wave of | |||
gamma particles had scorched the world some 80 years before. Life had recovered | |||
quickly enough and the ferocity of the radiation bath had left the planet | |||
exceptionally rich with rare isotopes. | |||
Mining here was essential and lucrative. The many unusual isotopes present in | |||
the rock layers on Celes II could be duplicated in labs when needed but often | |||
only with staggering effort and associated costs in energy and raw materials. | |||
Here you just had to dig them out and ship them off. There was a formidable | |||
population of miners and engineers on the world, and for each living person | |||
there were perhaps a hundred automated machines of various shapes and sizes | |||
actually doing the heavy lifting. | |||
Cedria looked around the bridge realizing she was the highest grade present and | |||
technically in charge. She smirked at the thought of having a go in the | |||
Captians chair before deciding shed rather not. The Trill woman opened the | |||
ships com and announced their arrival and summoned senior officers to the | |||
bridge. | |||
"All hands, we are in orbit of Celes II. Command staff report to stations, | |||
orbital protocols are in effect." | |||
She walked over to the duty officer at the science console. "Full report on | |||
planetary operations, let me know if anything unusual shows on the scans. The | |||
Nausicans did something to earn their gemstones and we have a rogue ship still | |||
unaccounted for. Look for,… fires." She said tapping her chin with one long | |||
finger. | |||
NRPG: So here we are, Celes II. I decided to leave any fires that might be | |||
happening up to others. | |||
Respectfully submitted; | |||
David Kiel | |||
Lt Cedria Zade, | |||
NAV, USS HOOD NCC-1703 | |||
ASR: ORIGINS | |||
==[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: Everyone Has a Plan== | ==[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: Everyone Has a Plan== | ||
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==[ORIGIN] USS HOOD: Join the Resistance!== | ==[ORIGIN] USS HOOD: Join the Resistance!== |