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==[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: Deus ex Machina== | |||
===by Scott Lusby=== | |||
SD: 2261.059 | |||
MD: 1.1907 | |||
Setting: Main Engineering, O-Deck, TSS HOOD | |||
Gar Th'elenth holstered his phaser without so much as an acknowledgement for | |||
the life he had just char-broiled. | |||
"Anyone else want to tell me what we can't do?" he growled as he punched | |||
buttons on his status display. | |||
No one said a word, and instead simply just scurried off to their duty | |||
stations. | |||
"And take this carcass with you!" Gar shouted, nudging the blackened lump | |||
that had been one of his warp systems ratings. | |||
A couple of his staff quickly ran over and carted the body away, not daring | |||
to make eye contact as they did, lest the temperamental Andorian shot | |||
someone else. | |||
He adjusted his eyepatch, and began to study the readings in front of him. | |||
Unfortunately, they were the same as they had been a minute ago...and unless | |||
the properties of physics were significantly different in this universe than | |||
his own, they **wouldn't** get any better on their own... | |||
Exactly as he and Zade had planned. | |||
<<snip- from Steve's "Another You Another Me" with a change in perspective>> | |||
Suddenly, the comm panel chirped. [[[Gar,]]] came the Captain's icy voice. | |||
[[[Status report and none of your bullshit this time.]]] | |||
Gar's lips pursed tightly as his antennae swept dangerously back. "The | |||
dilithium chamber took a hit when we activated that Tholian device. It sent | |||
a power spike through the antimatter chamber and fused four of our crystals. | |||
All that's left of them is a charred lump." | |||
The captain's response was predictable- immediate, angry and stupid. [[[I | |||
don't think I need to tell you your job mister. Utilize the crystals we | |||
keep for backup.]]] | |||
Gar fought back the urge to curse the idiot in command. "I would sir, but | |||
you traded them to the Cardassian slavers in exchange for information on | |||
that damn ship's whereabouts." The Andorian knew he was pushing the | |||
Captain's buttons by mentioning "that damn ship," but Gar didn't care; it | |||
was his glory-seeking that got them into this mess in the first place. | |||
<<end snip>> | |||
He awaited a response, but when nothing came, he closed the channel. | |||
Gar touched a few buttons on his console again, sending out work orders to | |||
the damage control teams dispersed throughout the ship; there would be | |||
meters of fried conduit to replace, overloaded junctions to fix... | |||
However, he knew it was, essentially, all for naught, a thought which made | |||
Gar very happy. It was only a matter of time before Steele did something | |||
monumentally dumb in an effort to either grab more power or take out one of | |||
his rivals... | |||
...And they'd be ready for him. Everything was in place; next time they | |||
went to red alert, Steele, Merrick, DeSimms- all of them- would get a nice | |||
surprise... | |||
Andoria, Trill, Tellar, Cait- all would shake off the noose of Terran | |||
sovereignty that had slowly strangled them for decades. | |||
Turning his head, making sure no one was watching, he pressed another | |||
button, one which would let Cedria Quell and Hemux that all was ready on his | |||
end without anyone being the wiser. | |||
<<TIMELINE>> | |||
MD 1.1907: The anti-Gar muses over their current situation on the TSS-HOOD. | |||
<<NRPG>> | |||
I know Dave said he was going to re-post his "triad" posts because of their | |||
mentioning of Veld, but I thought the premise was solid and wanted to tie | |||
into it. This also tied into what Dave has Hemux doing. So...I guess we're | |||
all conspirators together. | |||
Viva la Resistance! | |||
I did have to stop here, as I'm still piecing things together in OUR | |||
universe. | |||
Respectfully Submitted, | |||
-- Scott Lusby | |||
/\ LCDR Gar Th'elenth | |||
Chief Engineer | |||
TSS HOOD NCC-1703 | |||
STAR FLEET: ORIGINS | |||