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==[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: Escape?==
===by Andy Catterick===
SD: 2261.124
Scene: Shuttlecraft STORM
“Engines online and powering up.  Ready for launch in 17 seconds.”  Sean reported from the co-pilot’s chair of the shuttle.  His voice was as calm as it would be for any shuttle departure.  Which was remarkable given that he had never been inside a shuttle sitting on a flight deck that was literally exploding around them.  Between HOOD’s attack, the sabotage and the impending self-immolation that TSS HOOD was steadily counting down toward, things were getting very interesting.
Jack’s hand was poised over the throttle ready to gun the small crafts engines and get them out into the safety of space.  “Gar are you ready on the doors?”  There was a brief silence.  “Gar?  Doors?”
“Yes sir.”  Gar replied with a trace of frustration in his voice.
Jack looked back to the main flight deck doors which stood firmly secured.  “Good.  I think you can open them down.”
Gar swore in his native tongue.  “The override isn’t working.  Stand by I’m on it.  He knelt down and yanked a panel off the console base. 
“Don’t know what yer all playing at but if my counting is correct the ship is going to blow in less then 60 seconds.”  Stile called from aft.
“Lifting off now.”  Jack said as he powered the thrusters and brought the ship off the deck.
“Almost there.”  Gar reported.
“Lights!”  Sean suddenly shouted the stress of the situation finally appearing.  “Lights on the doors!”  The doors lurched apart a few metres and then ground to a halt.  He looked over at Jack.  “Big enough?”
“Its going to have to be.  Gun it Sean!”
Merrick slammed down on the throttle and the shuttle sprang from its hover as Jack rotated to port.  “Hold on they’re starting to close!”
<<<NRPG>>>
Will we make it out before the ship explodes?  Will we splatter against the flight deck doors?  I hope someone has those answers.
Its not quite summer yet, lets not get into the doldrums too soon!
Respectfully,
Andy
CAPT Jack Steele
CO, USS HOOD NCC 1703
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==[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: Cornered?==
===by Andy Catterick===
SD: 2261.124
Scene: Jeffries Tubes, Junction 23-AH4, USS HOOD
Lieutenant Rick McDonald cursed to himself as he examined the tricorder readings.  They could move ships through warped space but they couldn’t make a silent tricorder.  They were getting close to their escapees and the damn whistle of the tricorder was probably going to give him and his security detail away.
It had been quite the hunt he acknowledged with a grimace but as skilled as the three officers where they just couldn’t continue to evade the number of security and general ship personnel who were tracking them down.  It had only been a matter of time he thought as he snapped the lid back down on the tricorder and let it rest on his hip. The black strap fitting snuggly across his chest.  He nodded to his team and they all raised their phasers.  He didn’t expect them to put up much resistance.  If they were going to there were certainly a number of ways they could have boobytrapped the endless Jefferies Tubes they had been crawling though.  No for whatever reason the fugitives were purposefully keep things nonviolent.  He didn’t know if it was for some altruistic belief or they just didn’t want to up the stakes.  But whatever the reason it was fine by him.  As long as they didn’t screw it up as they neared the end of their journey.
He looked up at the hand gesture from one of his men.  With a nod in acknowledgement his grip tightened on his phaser.  Please he though staring down at the great that was quietly being moved.  Don’t come out shooting.
<<<NRPG>>>
Brian/Steve/Scott:  I leave it to you guys as to whether you are surrendering (and how) or about to spring a cunning plan ;-)
Respectfully,
Andy
CAPT Jack Steele
CO, USS HOOD NCC 1703
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==[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: A Promise of Vengeance==
===by David Kiel===
SD: SD 2261.125
TSS Hood: Deck Nine
<Previously on Star Trek: Hood>
[Auto-destruct in 4 minutes 29 seconds.]
"Cedria." Corbett implored.
"Go," Cedria shouted at the doctor. "Preflight the shuttle, just in case I can't
make him do what I want."
"I won't leave without you."
"Don't be stupid. A lot of people are counting on that shuttle being ready." She
snapped back at him. "Beside this is between Trills and not for outsiders to
see."
<and now>
Cedria drew a second blade from the sheath on her thigh. A non poisoned blade
she had carried for just this moment. "I gave you my word, Arcturus. I am
sorry it took this long to follow through."
"I take it we've met before."
"Not you Zade." Cedria spat at him, flipping the knife in her hand and pressing
his jaw tighter with the other.
Arcturus followed her eyes as she waited for the Terrans to get clear of the
corridor. For the first time he wished he had allowed more of the hosts
presence to manifest itself. But the symbionts did not share consciousness with
the feeble humanoids they chose to dominate. There was something in the hosts
memory, something he had been hiding. What had this creature been hiding from
him?
<Five years earlier.>
He stood in a clearing, in the hill lands of Trill. The green lands stretched
into the distance, the white lines of the ice caves at the very limit of the
horizon. An arch had been set up and decorated with wildflowers. It was a
ceremony, a gathering, Terran styled. Her choice, he suddenly remembered.
Arcturus turned, emotions surging, Zade crouched in the shadows of his memories
and took it all in. The humanoids were prone to overemotional displays, their
short and tenuous lives demanded it really. His hosts gaze settled on one
person in the gathering of onlookers and Zade began to understand.
Cedria Vylex stood, clad in flowing white, a small wreath of flowers at her
hands. Zade twitched at the baseness of Arcturus memories, the pride and
humility the assassin felt as he watched his chosen mate walk forward to the
joining ceremony. He remembered the day.
Zade was somewhere overhead, his host bleeding to death at the edge of orbit.
As these two embraced and the ceremony began he was above, giving instructions
to prepare the new host. Someone with the skills for assassination, and a
personality he could dominate. At the very moment that the ceremonial master
was pronouncing the two of them wed, Zade was giving the orders to find Arcturus
Quall and have him prepared for joining.
Quall, a name he'd read once in his life, while dying, and discarded from his
memory just as quickly. Sometimes the simplest of things proved to be
important.
[Auto destruct in three minutes eleven seconds.]
Zade twisted and jerked, arm snapping to disarm the treacherous bitch his host
had married. The poisoned blade clattered to the deck and skittered down the
corridor. He aimed a second blow targeted to disable her. She blocked it
smoothly, having sparred with Arcturus for years. He countered and so did she.
It was the other blade that struck, the non poisoned one, a smooth slice
straight across the lower abdomen. Her free hand struck a most unpredictable
blow. His hands moved up to block air protecting the neck and head while her
hand wrapped around the symbiont and jerked. Arcturus dropped to his knees
stunned mouth gaping in disbelief. He saw the blade flash and then nothing, the
symbiont itself was blind outside of the pools.
Cedria set the wriggling slug shaped creature on the ground and stabbed, and
again, and again. Six times she drew the blade through the foul creature before
leaving her knife embedded in the corpse.
"Cedria."
She looked up and saw recognition in his eyes. She had passed him in the
corridors of Hood thirty-one times, never once was there a glint of it, Zade had
had complete control. "I'm sorry, I couldn't get to the chamber to stop them.
By the time the order released me, Zade had gone. You were gone."
He brushed her hair back from her face, wiping away some of her tears. "You did
well. You saved me."
"You'll die without the symbiont."
"But, Ill die free." He kissed her, for only the second time as man and wife.
"You have to go."
She shook her head, her eyes locked on his. "I c-cant."
[Auto destruct in two-minutes thirty-four seconds.]
"You must." Arcturus slumped to the deck. "Hood must die. If you stay I will
have to cancel the destruct. We will lose our chance."
"Arc." She ran her fingers along the side of his face, trying to burn it to her
memory.
"Go, now." He smiled, and leaned back against the wall.
[Auto destruct in two-minutes seventeen seconds.]
Cedria leaned in and kissed her husband goodbye and then turned, blinking and
began sprinting for the hangar bay.
Respectfully submitted;
David Kiel
Lt Cedria Zade,
NAV, USS HOOD NCC-1703
ASR: ORIGINS
Cedria Quall
Trill Assassin, The Resistance
Arcturus Quall
Freed Host, The Resistance
Zade
Dead Symbiont
Acting CO, TSS Hood


==[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: I Hope That Wasn't Your Ship==
==[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: I Hope That Wasn't Your Ship==
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==[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: The Bridge is Where the Action is!==
==[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: The Bridge is Where the Action is!==
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SCENE: Bridge
SCENE: Bridge
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Respectfully Submitted,
Respectfully Submitted,
ENS Yoshi Tamura
ENS Yoshi Tamura
Communications Department Head
Communications Department Head
USS HOOD NCC-1703
USS HOOD NCC-1703


ITCS Sheila Jefferson
ITCS Sheila Jefferson
Communications Department LCPO
Communications Department LCPO
USS HOOD NCC-1703
USS HOOD NCC-1703


IT1 Stuart "Sunshine" Backner
IT1 Stuart "Sunshine" Backner
Communications Department LPO
Communications Department LPO
USS HOOD NCC-1703
USS HOOD NCC-1703


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