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Commanding, USS HOOD NCC 1703
Commanding, USS HOOD NCC 1703
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==[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: No Smoke, More Dreams...==
===by David Martens===
SD: 2260.322
MD: after mission
Scene: Corridors, USS HOOD
ARr'Rhiana found herself sitting at a wall in a corridor. She blinked with her
eyes as she noticed five young women rushing along, armed, with dangerously
looking eyes and bright smiles asking everyone if they had seen Stile. Others
where starting small fights amongst each other or just using handphasors to fire
at the walls or ceilings. Heck, she even had seen a young couple that was
`burning' their names with a large heart drawing around it on every door they
came by.
A few minutes later she lurked a last time on her pipe and inhaled the last
smoke. She sighed and closed her eyes for a long moment to enjoy the feelings
of her hallucinations a last time. She grinned as she thought of her vision of
Sean nude in the sickbay, the idea of five woman running around to chase Stile
and...
Hemux opened her eyes as she suddenly realised that the noise she heard was
real, not a part of a hallucination; She blinked her eyes again as she noticed
the chaos around her. This was not a mushroom - dream, this was real!
While she was stumbling back through the corridors, avoiding people, sometimes
even using her fists to keep some people from attacking her, she tried to
contact the bridge and captain at every Comm she passed by. Mostly she just got
static, sometimes people singing or shouting, but no captain, no bridge. What
was going on?
She had to get to science or to the bridge, either of those places would be good
to start to find out what was happening.
<tag anyone>
<<<NRPG>>>
Hi All,
Hey, guy, this is not fair, I am living in poor old Europe, please wait with
your posts untill I am also here...
On the other hand: keep posting guys, we might beat the Connie!
Respectfully,
David Martens
Lt ARr'Rhiana Hemux
CSciO , USS HOOD NCC 1703
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==[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: A Measure of Revenge==
===by Scott Lusby===
SD: 2260.330
<<snip- from Brian's post, entitled "A Tender Moment">>
Gar moved purposefully through the halls, senses alert for any threat. He
was hungry. Very very hungry.
He turned the corner and there stood ... leftovers.
"Hi Sean," Gar said.
"Hi Gar," Sean replied politely. "Where you headed?"
"Supper. You?"
"Weapons locker."
The friends smiled agreeably at each other then and went on their way.
<<snip- new material>>
As soon as Gar rounded the corner and out of the sight of the First Officer,
his grin did a one-eighty and turned to a frown. "They"- most of the senior
staff- had been all over him about what he was forced to do to one of the
security officers on the planet...
...but Merrick had been, by far, his worst tormentor. It probably had
something to do with the fact that Merrick was next on Gar's dining card,
but the fact that Gar was NOT in control of his own actions at that time
seemed to have been lost on him.
For that matter, Gar's own pain at having been forced to do such a thing
didn't seem to matter to Merrick either. He expected to receive a little
stick about it, frankly...but Merrick's puns, jabs and jibes were
inexhaustible. And though Gar was hardly weeping openly in the hallways as
he walked, he still bore the scars of his violation...
...and every time Merrick made a wisecrack, it tore them open just a little
bit more.
Suddenly, Gar stopped outside of the officer's mess, antennae twitching,
corners of his mouth suddenly turned upwards in a decidedly devilish-looking
grin.
"Time for someone to pay," he said and, spinning on his heels, headed in the
other direction.
///
Setting: Merrick's Quarters, a few hours later the XO's somewhat
embarrassing evening in Sick Bay
Sean Merrick passed through the open doorway and into his room with a
somewhat less-than-stable gait. He wasn't exactly "stumbling"- at least not
yet- but he was at least as little worse-for-wear from his exploits in Sick
Bay.
After a couple of steps, his olfactory senses detected something- something
that smelled frakking delicious. Which was convenient, given that he was
JUST thinking about sneaking down to the officer's mess and whipping up a
nice steak or something...
After a couple of sharp head movements, Merrick's eyes found the source of
the aroma: a covered plate at the head of the small table in his quarters,
flanked by the ship's formal silverware, a glass of what appeared to be red
wine, and a folded napkin.
Sean smiled, though he had no idea who had arranged for such a wonderful
treat as he walked over to the chair. He took a seat, and looked at his
plate. Closing his eyes, he raised his head, and inhaled the aroma deeply,
smiling widely as he did.
After a moment, he could take no more. Merrick tucked the napkin into his
neck and, lifting a fork and a knife, cut a healthy morsel from the
medium-rare filet mignon on his plate and popped it into his mouth.
The meat melted in his mouth.
From that point, he dug in with gusto, moving from meat to baked potato to
salad back to meat in an inexact, random fashion.
When he was nearly done, he noticed the menu which had been slid part-way
under his plate.
Merrick sipped the wine as he pulled the menu out and read from the card:
///
"Chez Gar"
Menu for Stardate 2260.330:
1. Filet of Merrick in a light butter-garlic sauce
Baked Potato smothered in gravy made from Merrick-fat
House Salad
Picard Chianti, year 2256
(may substitute Picard Cabernet Sauvignon for wine)
Also available:
2. Merrick-chops Parmasan with Spaghetti
Andorian Snow Peas in a butter sauce
House Salad
Picard Pinot Grigio, year 2258
(may substitute Picard Riesling for wine)
3. Grilled Merrick-tails in a butter-lemon sauce
Denobulan White Corn
House Salad
Picard Rose, year 2259
All meals include a 15% gratuity for the chef.
We proudly serve 100% Merrick meat: "Merrick- the other, other, OTHER white
meat."
///
Merrick felt himself flush as he read the hand-written note scribbled at the
bottom:
"Sean,
Hope you enjoy your meal- and don't be afraid to try the Merrick-tails; I
hear they are in season!"
Hugs and Kisses,
Gar Th'elenth"
Merrick's stomach felt slightly queasy despite his knowing that this meal
was NOT really "him."
He started to scoop up the last of the filet on his fork, but, after a
moment, froze again.
"Son of a--," he hissed, dropping the fork back onto the plate.
<<NRPG>>
Sean- touché.
Hungrily Submitted,
-- Scott Lusby
/\ LCDR Gar Th'elenth
Chief Engineer
USS HOOD NCC-1703


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